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[thecmaly]

really? right in front of my karaage?

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[ezm-imagines]

The Princess and The Vampire

SUMMARY: Eddie and Y/N go to a halloween party together as a vampire and a princess. Eddie puts those fangs to good use…

WORD COUNT: 3.3k

TAGS: eddie munson x fem!reader, vampire!eddie and princess!reader (not real, just their halloween costumes), cheerleader!reader, biting/hickies, eddie with fangs.... 👀

A/N: 💳💥 💳💥 💳please let this be your excuse to write a halloween fic.  & please credit me if you use the fang pic cuz thats my edit :)

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Y/N POV

You skipped over to the front room at the sound of knocking, your sparkly pink skirt bouncing behind you. This would be your third year going as a princess for halloween. The two other times, albeit, had been in elementary school, but you’d figured it was a good idea to revive the old tradition. Glitter and pink and jewels felt so you. Besides, Eddie called you princess all the time anyway. What better costume to go to a party with him in?

You caught a glimpse in the mirror on your way to the door, readjusting your tiara and double checking your makeup. Perfect.

You pulled the heavy front door open, already beaming.

Eddie, as expected, was standing behind it. A cheap polyester black cape with red lining flowed behind him as he smiled back at you, “Trick or treat, princess.” He stuck out his tongue, in his signature Eddie way, now sporting some sick fangs.

You had no reason to find him as fucking hot as you did. It was just unreasonable at this point. He was wearing a cheap-ass cape and fake fangs and making the dumbest face but GOD if it wasn’t taking everything in you right now to drag him inside and kiss him senseless against the door.

But you were a princess tonight. And princesses could control themselves.

“Let me guess,” you teased, “‘You vant to suck my blood?’”

His eyes glittered for a moment, a grin growing across his face, “Ah, princess, I wanna do so much more than that.”

You felt your face heat, and immediately turned away to grab your purse.

You knew he was only joking when he said that stuff. He said it to everyone-- you, Steve, Robin, Gareth, everyone. He was just like that. It shouldn’t make you as flustered as it always did after almost a decade of friendship, but it still did every single time.

You unhooked your matching pink purse from the coat rack and turned back with a clear of your throat, “Ready?”

“Absolutely,” he grinned. He extended his elbow to you.

You giggled and took it, “I see you’ve taken Victorian vampire manners to heart.”

“I’m nothing if not devoted to a character, Y/N. Besides, I’m dealing with royalty. Gotta step up my game.”

“Excuse you,” you brushed a bit of hair from your face with fake haughtiness, “You’re dealing with royalty everyday.”

Eddie gave a toothy smile, “Damn right, princess.”

You reached his van, and he swiftly sped ahead of you, opening the passenger door and kneeling on the ground with a hand extended.

You rolled your eyes, “I was kidding!”

“And I'm a man of my word.” He flourished toward the passenger seat, “Your carriage, Your Highness.”

You sighed and shook your head, but took his hand and let him help you into the seat. He winked, before bounding up, closing the door, and hopping across the hood of the van.

Oh god. You had it so bad for him.

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EDDIE POV

The party was loud enough that Eddie could hear it before he even turned onto its street.

It was the fancy ass neighborhood Chrissy lived in, but he supposed rich folks didn’t care about loud parties as long as it was on Halloween.

He snuck a look at you from the corner of his eye, with your hair glowing in the moonlight and your eyes lighting up from different yard decorations. You were just so pretty. Especially tonight. Your body glitter was catching the streetlights and he wanted to run his hands along every inch of you and never let go. You just looked so soft.

He coughed, his eyes jotting back to the road just in time to not hop a curb. Honestly, what was it with fancy neighborhoods and these dumb little centerpiece gardens in the middle of cul-de-sacs? It was dumb as fuck.

He was able to get a good parking space on this street, considering most of the kids probably walked here from the same neighborhood. Figures.
 You seemed enchanted by it all though. You were hopping out of the car before he could even put it in park.

He cursed under his breath, annoyed he didn’t get to help you back out of the car like he planned.

Whatever. He was walking in with you on his arm. That was a fucking fantastic enough night for him.

He hopped out after you, almost face planting in the process, but recovering swiftly. Luckily, you were too busy looking at the dumb skeleton decorations in their yard to notice.

“Eds,” you called, “They’re having a tea party!”

Eddie swung around the car to find you bouncing in place as you stared at the decorations in the yard. Eddie’s eyes only left you for a moment to follow what you were pointing at— two fake skeletons sat at a little table, set with a teapot and tea cups— but magnetized back to you in an instant. Fuck you were so fucking cute he was going to fucking scream right then and there.

“A tea party, Eds!!” You repeated, turning to him with wide, delighted eyes.

He just smiled softly, “Yeah, Y/N. ‘s cool.”

“I know right!!” You squealed.

His heart was about to explode. And unfortunately, not in a metal way. In a pathetic, my god I’m so head over heels for my best friend it’s disgusting way.

Your eyes caught commotion in the backyard of the house, the party already at full gear. You gasped and took his hand in yours, “Oh my god, there’s probably more skeletons in the backyard!”

He huffed out a chuckle as you tugged him around the side of the house with great purpose. You were absolutely ridiculous, but you were also adorable. He would probably walk off the side of a cliff if you led him to one, so who was he to try to fight it now?

“Y/N!!” Chrissy called from across the party as she spotted you both rounding the corner. Chrissy left her conversation and bounded over to you. You grinned back, your eyes flitting around the backyard in the meantime for more dumb spirited decor.

Eddie hesitated. He still wasn’t sure how to feel about Chrissy. She seemed nice, and you swore up and down that she was nice, but she was also a popular cheerleader. Well. He supposed you were too, but he’d known you for half his life. You were different. He’d seen enough popular kids pretend to be nice just to stab their friends in the back later. If nothing else though, he trusted that Chrissy wouldn’t stab you in the back. The girl was positively enamored with you. Who wouldn’t be?

Chrissy eyes almost instantly caught your hand in Eddie’s as she approached. She didn’t say anything, but it was beyond clear she clocked it, filing it away for later. Yeah. Call him paranoid, but he didn’t trust her. He could hear her telling you later tonight ‘Stay away from that Freak, Y/N. Don’t touch him like that.’ Ugh.

But then you were leaning forward and letting go of his hand to squeeze Chrissy into a hug, and launching into an excited conversation with her.

“You did so well!” You swayed her in your arms, “Look at this place!”

Chrissy laughed, pulling away, “No, look at you!!! So pretty! Oh my goodness!” She twirled you around, and Eddie swallowed thickly as your skirt fluttered around your bare thighs.

“Says you!” You teased once you’d completed a full circle.

Eddie tore his eyes from you to Chrissy, noticing for the first time she was dressed as Alice in Wonderland.

“Thanks,” Chrissy blushed. “And Eddie! Hey! You look great too! Though I’ll be honest, I totally didn’t read Dracula last year in Mr. Putnam’s class.”

Eddie laughed, “Hey, me neither.”

Chrissy smiled warmly, then turned back to you and took your hands, “We were just about to start Truth or Dare. You guys in?”

Eddie absolutely knew better than to agree to this. It would be a popular kids v. Eddie Munson game. ‘Let’s see the very worst things we can do to The Freak.’

But you were nodding and taking his hand again to pull him towards the bonfire circle on the other side of the party.

He opened his mouth to protest. Say he was gonna grab some food. Go pee. Drink someone’s blood. They’d all believe he’d actually do that anyway. But you seemed so excited and he didn’t want to ruin the party for you.

Whenever he had told you about something one of the jocks did to him, your eyebrows drew together so tight and your eyes welled up instantly. He couldn’t handle seeing you like that tonight. Not when you’d been talking all month about your halloween costume and how excited you were for Chrissy’s party.

So he followed, and just focused on your warm hand in his again as you led him through the night.

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EDDIE POV

“I am throwing out that whole bowl of lemons before we go to bed tonight, Chrissy,” Sienna scrunched her face, “That was awful.”

She tossed the remaining lemon rind behind her, into the woods, and downed the waterbottle Chrissy was holding out for her.

“Mom will just buy more tomorrow morning,” Chrissy replied, “She’s totally addicted. It’s her weird diet thing.”

Eddie was pretty shocked about how this was going. They were maybe a dozen rounds in, and so far, everything had been really… nice. The dares were lighthearted fun, like daring Sienna to eat a whole lemon or Bret to streak (which he seemed to want more than his friend daring him), and the truths seemed to be overall pretty carefully chosen to not make someone reveal anything they were truly uncomfortable with. It was fun. Eddie had never really done any of this classic high school shit, but he’d never pictured a world where it could actually be un-cruel. Truth or dare always seemed like an excuse to be shit to your friends and then make them the asshole for getting mad about it.

But the majority of the circle was the cheer team, and they mainly seemed to be putting in the effort to make it fun and not evil. It was finally starting to make sense to Eddie why you were on the cheer team in the first place, and why you’d told him over and over how nice they were. He just assumed you were brainwashed.

But here you all were, laughing by the fire and sending a bowl of candy around the circle over and over— name brand candy too. If nothing else, Eddie was happy to take out his fangs and eat that while he watched you having fun.

It was sweet.

But, of course. It didn’t take long for it to come crashing down.

Chrissy’s eyes locked to him with a slow smile, and he watched as she leaned over and whispered something in Sienna’s ear as the girl finished off the waterbottle.

Nope. Absolutely not. Eddie cleared his throat and made to stand up and head to the drinks table, but Sienna called out his name first.

“Eddie! Truth or dare.”

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck! He fucking knew better. He knew better than to join this game, and he should have left a few rounds ago. But you were giggling so hard when Bret got dared to streak and then when Emma had to spill the details about what actually happened on her blind date. And he couldn’t fucking leave when you were sitting there in the firelight having such a wonderful time.

He was a fucking idiot.

Eddie chewed the inside of his cheek for a moment as he stared at Sienna, hedging his bets. Choosing dare could suck ass. But truth was significantly more dangerous. Any number of truths could absolutely wreck his shit. Especially with you present. At least whatever dare they’d give him could fit with his shit reputation anyway. If rumor would spread about whatever they’d make him do, no one would be surprised. No real damage.

“Dare.”

But Sienna only grinned wider.

Fuuuuck. 

“Alright, Dracula,” Sienna smiled, “Why don’t you show off those fangs? I dare you to bite Y/N’s neck.”

All the color drained from Eddie’s face in an instant.

This was a terrible, horrible idea.

He was so wrong. This absolutely would cause damage. There was no way he could get his mouth anywhere near your neck— you, beautiful, popular, cheerleader you— and have it not completely decimate him. You’d go ‘ew’ and push him off and he’d disintegrate in a moment. It was one thing to have feelings for you he knew weren’t reciprocated, it was another to have to witness you push him off of you in front of all your friends like the gross freak he was.

But at the same time, it’d be a humiliation to you if he refused to do it. He could hear them now ‘Wow, even the Freak won’t kiss you, Y/N! What does that say about you?!’ He was fucked either way.

Not to even begin to mention how it was just taunting everything he’d ever wanted since he met you right in front of him so he could experience everything he’d never get.

Per usual, he had followed you recklessly to places he didn’t belong— shouldn’t belong. And this was the cost.

“Is it okay with you?” He asked carefully, his eyes flickering to look at you.

“I mean, it’s the dare,” you shrugged with a small smile. But you were tense. He could tell.

He furrowed his brow, “I don’t care if it’s the dare if it isn’t okay with you, Y/N.”

You blinked at him a few times before pushing out a nod.

“You’re sure?”

You rolled your eyes sweetly, “Just do your dare, Eds.”

He huffed out a small smile, trying to calm the breathing in his chest. Okay. Okay. He could do this.

He turned to face you, scooting closer to you on the log. He felt the eyes of the twenty students around the fire on him, but forced himself to calm down. He was a performer. He could do this.

He reached out and gently gathered your hair in his hands, careful to not pull on any strands or get them caught in his rings as he moved it all to the right side of your neck.

You huffed. It was playful, but he could tell beneath it you were truly bothered by something, “I’m not made of glass,” you whispered, only to him, “You don’t always have to treat me like you’ll break me if you breathe on me, Eddie.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow. He knew you meant it. It was something you two had had conversations about before. But he’d always felt like one wrong move and you’d be running for the hills.

“I just don’t want to scare you,” he explained.

“I know,” you answered, “But you couldn’t. Even if you tried,” you smiled, genuine and warm.

That struck deep with him. After all, he was Eddie Munson. Town freak. He scared everyone. And yet here you were, saying that he couldn’t scare you no matter what he did. It made him want to tear up.

But at the same time, in this moment under the stars and beside a crackling fire, something else in him flared. A side of him that maybe wanted to startle you. To make you… 

His eyes glowed for a moment more, before he pulled your hair away in a rough tug, giving him full access to your bare neck.

Your loud gasp only spurred him, his fingers curling even tighter into your hair as he connected his lips to your collar.

He felt your body shudder beneath him. He dragged his lips up your shoulder a couple inches, before landing just at the bend of your neck.

He sunk his teeth in, hard and sharp.

Lowly— too low for anyone besides him to hear under the crackle of the fire and the blaring of the speakers from the porch— he heard you moan.

His eyes hooded, and he was so fucking grateful that his cloak was currently shielding his body from the rest of the group.

He released his teeth after a moment, deciding to spare you, but running his tongue over the forming bruise and giving it a kiss, a soft amends for the mark that would be left there.

He was wrong for that. He knew that. Call it the rock musician in him, or the dungeon master, but he was easily carried away in the heat of the moment. He shouldn’t have bit you that roughly and he certainly shouldn’t have kissed it afterwards. But goddamn, would he think about that moment for the rest of his fucking days...

You were still shuddering when he pulled away slowly, your eyes not daring to open.

A swell of pride surged in his chest. He hoped he was reading this right.

“Holy fuck.”

Singular applause from the opposite side of the bonfire broke out, and Eddie turned like a deer in headlights to see the circle staring at them with gaping mouths. One guy was slow clapping.

He turned back to you, to see you were still struggling to break out of your daze.

“You want punch?” He whispered to you. While he did want to help you, he also wanted to stand and turn around and tuck his boner into his waistband before someone noticed. Get some space. Get some air. Before he did something stupid, like jumping on you and doing it again.

“Mhmm,” you nodded quickly. 

He tried not to grin at that, as he stood up, making sure his cloak was wrapped around him enough. 

Thank GOD for this costume on so many fucking levels.

He felt fucking dizzy. Might as well have had his blood fucking sucked from how lightheaded he was. Jesus Christ.

He managed his way to the punch table, where there were conveniently two coolers, one of which labeled “Spiked” and the other labeled “Unspiked” in what he believed was Chrissy’s cursive script. He smiled, pouring a cup of each to see if someone had switched the labels by now.

Bringing them each to his nose, they had. Of course.

He pitched out the real spiked one and poured a second cup of the sober one. With the night both of you were having, even less inhibitions and more lightheadedness was not a good idea.

By the time he returned, however, the bonfire circle was breaking up. Girls were giving him wide-eyed looks as they walked away, and some guys were even giving him fist bumps.

Chrissy winked.

He approached you hesitantly, left at the log waiting for him.

“Blood,” he said, handing you a cup of the red juice, “To refill the amount I took.”

You giggled and accepted it as he settled into the seat beside you.

“Sorry for brusing you,” he spoke up and regretting it immediately as it made his eyes flicker down to where he’d bit your neck. He could feel his blood run hotter again. There was a mark forming, and it made him fucking crazy. He wanted to do more. Cover you in them. Walk you around town and show each one off.

Jesus christ he was so fucked. He coughed. “Why’d everyone leave?”

“Something about beer pong.”

“Ah,” Eddie nodded, though he wasn’t sure if he believed that. 

Chrissy had winked at him. And Chrissy had gotten Sienna to give him that dare. She was clearly doing something here.

But Chrissy wouldn’t do that if you weren’t into it, right? He didn’t trust Chrissy, but he didn’t believe Chrissy would be cruel to you. 

Which meant… Chrissy must believe you would’ve been into that.

The realization hit him like a ton of fucking bricks.

“And anyway, you don’t have to apologize for the bruise,” you laughed, “I never got a dare myself, so I guess that’s my payment to the dare gods.”

“Oh, shit, yeah you didn’t,” he tilted his head to the side. “I mean, I guess it’s my turn next anyway…”

This was such a huge fucking mistake. He was basing this completely on Chrissy fucking Cunningham. But this all had to mean something, right???

Your eyes grew wide at him, “What?”

“You heard me. Truth or dare?”

“Game’s over, Eds.”

“Nun uh, I didn’t get my turn. Truth or dare, princess?”

You hesitated for a long moment, concerned, before: “… Truth.”

Eddie’s eyes softened. Truth was maybe the better choice anyway. He didn’t like the idea of forcing you to do something.

“Okay,” he replied. He thought for a moment, knowing he needed to phrase it right.

You, meanwhile, were picking viciously at your nails, as you watched him nervously.

He smiled and reached a hand out to stop your fidgeting: “Truth: What would you have done if we weren’t in front of a bunch of people for all that?”

You blinked at him, thrown off guard. You closed your mouth and looked down, “You’ll laugh at me.”

You said it so quiet he almost didn’t catch it.

“Y/N,” he fully took your hand in his now, “No way.”

“But—“

“Just try me, yeah? Besides, I could never laugh at royalty. I’d get my head chopped off.”

You huffed out a laugh, before biting your lip and considering your answer.

“‘What would I do if we weren’t in front of people for that?’” You repeated back.

Eddie nodded patiently.

You hesitated for a moment longer before leaning in and kissing him. So soft he almost wasn’t sure it happened.

You pulled away as quickly as you leaned in, before he could grab you and pull you in close and keep you in close for the rest of fucking time.

So he reached out instead and kissed you again himself.

You kissed back, nervous yet so eager. Fuck he could kiss you forever. Your lips moved against his as he breathed you in, tasting like cherry candies and lip gloss and red punch and you. Fuck.

You pulled away eventually with a giggle, “Happy?”

“Oh, fucking immensely.”

You rolled your eyes with a massive smile and swatted at his thigh.

Eddie regarded you thoughtfully for a moment. You were glowing. Somehow, you were glowing because of him. Because of kissing him.

“Can I take you out?” He whispered, his hands not leaving you.

You nodded with a blush.

Eddie’s grin felt like it was going to split his face in half. He didn’t care. Let it.

You covered your face in your hand with a laugh, “Chrissy is going to freak.”

“You think?”

“Oh, yeah. She’s been working on this for months.”

Eddie’s eyebrows shot up.

“Mhmm,” you sipped at your punch, “She swore up and down that you liked me back but I didn’t believe her.”

First off, he was shocked that Chrissy really, truly, actively wanted to set them up. It made sense after everything she’d done tonight, but it was almost impossible to imagine a popular kid purposefully trying to set another popular kid up with him of all people.

But more importantly, “Woah, woah. Months?? How long have you wanted to do that???”

You rolled your eyes, “Since forever, dummie.”

“Oh, Princess,” he scoffed, “That means we’ve got a lot of making up for lost time.”

“Yeah?” You giggled.

“Mhmm,” he grinned leaning in and kissing you again.

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN BITCHES! 👻👻👻

PS i havent actually watched the whole show so sorry for any inaccuracies

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Under Your Skin (JJK x Reader) | 🔞

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Goth/Punk!Jeon Jungkook x Secretary!Shy!Reader

Genre: Tattoo artist!AU, Badboy x Sweetgirl AU, Idk what else

Tags/Warnings: Ultimate goodboy Kook, He looks grr but is actually sweet, shy reader, smol reader, Kookers is WHIPPED, Also a tease, Dom!Jungkook because how could I not, Sub!Reader, Babygirl!Reader, Its not heavy on the whole ddlg-stuff but yeah they be having some vibes y'know, don't come @ me don't I'm not forcing you to read it lol, anyways moving on, because smut, yes I mean it's my content, and yall nasty admit it, slight hair pulling, manhandling also only a little, oral (f & m receiving), praising, mentions of emotional and physical insecurities, but Kook be supportive so we good, back to the nasty, body worship yes pls, biting, fingering, because why not, protected sex because we keep it clean in this household, light-hearted sex, kook being a romantic goof, yeah I think thats it?

Summary: Jungkook looks like absolute trouble; like one wrong look could set him off, and turn him into an absolute murderer. But oh well, ever heard the phrase 'Never judge a book by its cover'?

A/N: you might have noticed me only putting one emoji up top. I have decided to from now on only mark my adult fics with emojis (which is basically almost every single one lets be real). Also; stop reading my fucking fics if any of the tagged/warned things make you uncomfortable. I'm tired of everyone clowning in my inbox telling me how disgusting ddlg/smut content is. You can't even tell me you 'read it by accident' because that's why I'm always putting the cut underneath my fics =) so pls go finish preschool and then we can maybe shake hands. Maybe not. Covid and all. Yeah.

On the outside, Jeon Jungkook seems like absolute trouble.

He's working at a tattoo and piercing studio, dresses in all black, clattering chains and heavy boots always alerting everyone around of his presence. His long black hair is never truly tamed, his nails painted black, and his face expressionless most of the time. He's a talented artist and well trained piercer, always visiting conventions to keep up with the newest trends, styles, and equipment there is. He takes his job seriously- and is proud of it, knowing that he had proven his family wrong by now. They had been worried about him; especially his mother had scolded him that he shouldn't throw his time away trying to make it in a world of art many had already failed. But last year, he had finally invited them over to his rather nice apartment, showing them that he was living a good life, with nothing to really worry about.

Jungkook had made it.

Well, not quite.

Because as of currently, Jungkook had a new mission, a new goal.

"Ah, Jungkook!" You say, eyes sparkling as you smile at him when he enters the shop he works at. You had recently started to work there as well, since Taehyung was absolute shit at keeping files in order and track of schedules. You hadn't applied for the job specifically, that's at least what his coworker had told him- he had known you prior already, and was aware that you had wanted a change these days.

And Jungkook had been painfully crushing on you ever since you started.

"Your schedule for the week is already here- I uhm.. didn't put it on your desk cause, I didn't want to intrude your space and all.." You say, giving him a small black booklet where you always noted down his appointments. He appreciated it a lot- knowing how much of a hassle it could be to move dates back and forth just to somehow make it fit. You always made sure that he had enough time in between multiple daily pieces in case something took longer or less so you could make sure to be able to move things accordingly. You didn't want him to get overworked, you had said. He had smiled.

"Thanks- and you can go inside, no problem." He says, and you nod. "I know you don't make a mess, like someone else here." He says, hinting at Namjoon, who was known to be quite clumsy- yet a mastermind when it came to designing pieces he struggled with. Jungkook stayed at your front desk for a bit, making you tilt your head a bit, as you tried not to stare. He always took so much care of himself, you would have had to be blind not to see how attractive he actually was. But then again, you didn't get your hopes up- after all, he was nice to almost everyone around. "You've never been in there, right?" He asks, and you shake your head. You haven't been in his space at all- too scared to invade his privacy and making him upset in the process. "I mean- you got time right now? I can show you around." He casually tells you, and you look at your computer screen in front of you. Everything had been filed for today- so you probably had a bit of time to spare.

"Sure." You said, taking your phone and standing up from your chair, making sure to lock the pc so no one would accidentally make a mess out of your tabs. Or worse; close them. God knows all hell would break loose.

Jungkook had to really force himself not to let out any noise as you walked next to him.

You were so tiny next to him.

He wasn't that tall to be honest- with Namjoon and Taehyung both taller than him, he knew he was average at best. And for the longest time, he'd had a thing for tall girls, all elegant and confident. He still liked their aesthetic, yes- but now that he spotted you, he could really see the appeal of having a shorter significant other.

You were so cute.

You carefully stepped inside when Jungkook lifted the curtain that was used instead of a door, surprised to see how.. organized everything was. A little.. off- some things seemed to be randomly put somewhere, but in general, it seemed like everything had their proper spot. "I like to have it like this." He comments, and you nod your head to that, finally spotting his tattoo-gun. It was made out of purple steel- polished, and changing its hue depending on how you looked at it. It was absolutely beautiful, even though you had a rather limited understanding of these things. "Was a present from Taehyung last year." Jungkook says, sitting down on his chair. "I never asked- are you inked at all?" He asks, leaning backwards as you stand there a little awkwardly. "You can sit down somewhere, don't be so tense." He chuckles, and you look around, before you sit on the stretcher across from him. You shake your head, and Jungkook isn't surprised. Your pink converse sway back and forth as you sit on the stretcher, legs too short to reach the floor anymore as you rest your hands underneath your thighs; hem of your dress revealing more of them than he can usually see.

"I don't have any tattoos yet, but I've been talking to Namjoon about it." You said, and Jungkooks saliva tastes a little bitter at that. He doesn't want to pout or give away that it's bugging him at all that you're not talking to him about it- but he fails miserably. "Namjoon actually said I should talk to you about it, since the style I want fits you best." You say, and he can't hide his smile, bunny teeth on full display as he leans forward a bit.

"You'd let me tattoo you?" He asks, and you shrug, before nodding. "What do you have in Mind?" He instantly asks, not even bothering to hide his excitement.

If only you knew that it's because of you; and not just because he's gonna be the first to ink you.

You've both agreed on a design you want, and Jungkook can't deny that he thinks it's absolutely perfect on you.

"Are you scared?" Jungkook asks you as he prepares everything, his sweater's sleeves rolled up, revealing his own body art to you, as well as some bracelets; one that you recognize as the wooden-bead bracelet you had gifted him last year for his birthday. It was weird to see him wear it.

"I.. no. Just nervous." You say. "I'm worried I might cry and make a fool out of myself." You say with a laugh, and Jungkook chuckles, placing a reassuring and warm hand on your upper arm.

"It's fine. I've seen grown man cry like kids on this stretcher before." He casually says. "Don't worry; I won't think any less of you just because of some tears." He says with a smile, and you nod, turning your head to look at his room's walls instead; covered in drawings, sketches, and pictures of finished works he was most proud of. "Do you want anything to hold onto?" He asks, as he starts to shave the skin of your thigh to make sure he can work as best as possible. He's so into his work, so concentrated on doing everything perfect, that he doesn't even take much into account that you're laying in only your panties and oversized sweater; skirt neatly placed on a chair in the corner of the room, to get it out of the way.

"It's fine" You mumble, although you really want to. So instead you curl your fingers around the fabric of your sweater- something that doesn't go unnoticed by Jungkook, who decides not to comment on it for now. He simply throws the one-time razor away as well as the tissues used to clean your skin, before he carefully places the tracing paper onto where he seems fit.

"I think it would look great right here." He says lowly, carefully removing the paper to reveal the lines he's gonna trace with his gun in a few minutes. "You wanna look at it again?" He asks, and you shake your head. "Alright." He says, before he gets up and walks out his room; only to return with your small squishy and round unicorn plush that's usually sitting on your desk. "To hold onto." He winks, and you chuckle at that.

Jungkook really pays attention.

"So, Taehyung has told me you're a bit younger than me." Jungkook says to start casual chit-chat, trying to help your nervousness as his tattoo-gun starts to buzz to live. "Only a Year if I remember correctly." He says, and you nod.

"Yeah.." You say, and can't hide your dissapoinment flooding your voice. Jungkook, until now, only had relationships with girls older than him. He's even said before that he just likes having someone older than him around- which made you even more nervous around him.

"You sound upset about that." He chuckles, and gently holds onto your thigh as you jump a bit when he first presses the tip of the gun down. "Sorry. I'll be gentle." He lowly tells you, and you swallow.

Not the time Y/N, not the time.

"Uhm.." You say, fingers digging into the squishy plush in your hands. "I.. there's someone I like, but he.. only likes older girls, so.." You say, and Jungkook glances at you. You're already interested in someone? He continues to trace the lines, wiping afterwards to get the excess ink and blood off. "But I mean, then again I don't think I have a chance with him anyways." You chuckle, and Jungkook can't help but shake his head. Even if you're interested in someone else, he shouldn't let you have thoughts like that.

"Highly doubt that." He says. "If he doesn't see you, he's blind." He tells you, and you giggle, glad that he's able to make you feel a bit better about everything. "I'm serious." He says, and you nod at that, watching his inked arm flex every now and then as he draws with absolute concentration; black facemask hiding half of his face. You can see the way his eyebrows furrow, eyes fixated on his work as he moves with absolute routine. "Do I know the guy?" He casually asks, before he dips the tip of his gun in the tiny pot of ink again.

You don't know what to say.

He looks at you for a second, and decides not to dig. "You don't have to tell me. Sorry if I seemed nosy; didn't mean to." He apologizes, and you shake your head to let him know its fine. It's quiet for a moment afterwards, only the buzzing of his gun and your occasional whine of pain. "Sorry; it'll hurt a bit more now since I'm getting close to your inner thigh- that's always a little more sensitive." He comments, and you really hope he doesn't pay much attention to your panties.

When you can see his eyes stick to them for a second, you really want to just disappear.

He doesn't comment on it though. What is he suppsosed to say? He really doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, and considering that you already have a crush on someone else, he doesn't want to get himself in too deep as well. He simply works away, finally finishing the thin and delicate outlines of your piece- the first step, before he will see you again for color and shading. He finally connects the last line, and doesn't think twice about what he says next.

"Good girl."

It takes a second that feels way too long for the both of you to register the words, and Jungkook quickly occupies himself with turning off his gun and cleaning up your skin and his workspace to get the awkwardness out of his room. You try to instantly stand up, but his palm holds onto your leg- silently ordering you to stay put, which you do. He rubs something over the piece, before he gently lifts your leg to wrap it. "I'll give you a bottle of lotion for it. Leave that bandage on for.. I'd say until tomorrow morning at least. Afterwards, apply the lotion everyday to help it heal properly." He lectures you with a gentle voice, before letting you sit up.

"Thanks." You say, grinning eagerly at the now hidden artwork on your leg. Jungkook chuckles.

"We're not done yet, but I'll take it." He says. "I uh.." He starts, as you jump off the stretcher and go to take on your skirt. "uhm, you up for some fast food?" He asks, a bit hurried, before he can chicken out again. And he hates himself for a moment, because you had literally told him just half an hour before that you already had interest in someone else. But maybe you were too innocent to get his innuendo, maybe you wouldn't get that he was asking you on a date-

"Like a date?" You ask, and he really wants to hit himself.

"I mean, if you want it to be?" He says, swallowing as he averts his gaze, a sight very weird. His hand runs through his hair, chain around his neck and piercings on his ears clattering against each other and making sounds as he moves, his combat boots nervously tapping the floor a little. "It doesn't have to be.. I know you're already-"

"I'd love to." You say however, now fully dressed again, as you grin with your bright sparkling eyes.

And Jungkook feels like he's won the lottery.

It's your third time laying on Jungkooks' stretcher like this- waiting for him to work on your art, finishing it today. But the energy is different.

Things are different between you two in general.

After some casual movie dates and rounds of overwatch, Jungkook had admitted to you that he had a crush. It was rushed, while he was driving, so he didn't have to look at you and instantly get hit by your reaction. But then, you had told him that you felt the same- and the two of you agreed to let things process from then on. Whatever would happen; you would let happen.

And Jungkook was starting to flirt with you.

It was a little weird to get close to him like that. While everyone seeing you two was a little taken aback- with your dresses and skirts, and colorful and almost childish personality, he seemed like the absolute opposite- quiet, all dark and dangerous while carrying your milkshake so you could put your phone away into your purse.

"Alright doll, let's finish this." He said with newfound enthusiasm, winking at you as you laughed at his demeanor.

"You seemed more excited than me!" You say, and he chuckles. "You're really desperate to have me gone?" You say in a playfully upset tone, and he simply huffs out a breath, before cockily looking at you for a second.

"That's not true." He says. "I'd just rather have you laid out somewhere else than in my studio, that's all." He casually says, and you shut your mouth at that, cheeks red as he laughs at your cute display of embarrassment. He routinely prepares your skin, before he starts his gun. "Too much?" He asks, and you know he's not talking about the pressure of his ink filled gun on your skin.

"No-" You start, and he now seriously speaks to you, voice a bit muffled through his facemask.

"Please tell me if I ever make you uncomfortable." He says. "You're not upsetting me if you tell me I'm going to far." He says, and you nod, knowing that he now needs a proper answer. Jungkook is way more attentive and romantic than people may think he is. He's a gentleman pulled out of a dictionary- careful and gentle with you, and always keen on getting to know you for you, and not for the person you like to portray yourself as. He wants to know what you like, what you don't like, what you dream of, and what you hate about yourself.

"Don't worry- I will." You say, watching him work on your skin. "Jungkook?" You ask, and he hums a reply to let you know he's listening. "Is it okay if I sleep?" You ask, and he chuckles.

"Didn't I tell you not to stay up for too long before I left yesterday?" He teasingly retorts back to you, and you pout at him- with no hard feelings behind it. He had left last night after eating with you for dinner at your place; and he did indeed tell you to go to sleep a little earlier since he knew you would have an early shift today, opening up the store. "I'm really tempted to say no." He says, eyes now on your skin again as he dips the tip of his gun in a pot of color. "You know, as punishment for not listening." He mumbles, and you almost don't catch it.

Almost.

"Jungkook?" Taehyung stands in his doorway, finally finding him sitting at his desk. "Oh?" He says in a surprised tone, spotting your sleeping figure on his coworkers lap- head resting against the inside of his shoulder, with your arms around his middle.

"Yeah?" Jungkook asks, not at all shy or fazed by the fact that Taehyung is looking at you. "What is it?" He asks again, as Taehyung smiles, giving the younger man his small booklet that you usually give him every morning.

"Nothing left for today." He said. "Just wanted to tell you good work and send you home." The older one explains, zipping up his own jacket. "Guess she'll be coming with you?" He asks teasingly, but Jungkook doesn't bite the bait at all.

"Yeah. Don't burn the house down while we're gone, you two. " He says, slipping the booklet into his pocket before he pats your back. "Come on doll, let's go home." He tells you, waking you up at least enough to put on your shoes and lead you out the store to his car.

He buckles your seatbelt as the engine comes alive, radio playing its tune softly in the background as he drives you home. "You awake doll?" He asks, and you nod your head, turning towards him with barely open eyes. "You haven't had anything proper to eat today, so I'll make us some ramen at my place, ok?" He asks, and you nod, before your eyebrows scrunch up. "What is it?" He chuckles, and you now grow more awake.

"Wait- but if we eat at yours then you're gonna have to drive me home late." You say, and he shrugs. "Noo, Kook, what if you crash the car because you're sleepy?" You tell him with a whine, genuinely concerned for him, as he has the audacity to laugh. "Kookie, it's not funny I swear to god-!" You say, and he apologizes.

"I mean." He starts, casually dropping what he had wanted to ask you for a couple of weeks now. "You could always just stay over." He tells you, and you look at him, meeting his gaze at the red light he stops at, his head turned towards you for a moment until the lights turn green again.

"We.. would have to stop at mine so I could get some stuff though.." You mumble, and Jungkook looks at you with newfound enthusiasm, setting his turning lights to enter a different road.

It's in a parking lot that you first unintentionally confront him with your biggest insecurities and flaws.

You've tripped over a stray stone you didn't see laying on the ground, leading you to fall onto your hands and scraping your knees open. Just like any normal human being, you dust yourself off, instantly hoping that Jungkook inside the shop hadn't seen you fail at something so basic as walking. You had carried some of the items you two had bought into the car while also returning the shopping cart while he had payed- and by the look on his face, he had definitely seen you.

He wasn't laughing, or hiding his grin, or anything alike. He looked concerned, taking his card back from the cashier before walking out the store, jogging towards you, who sat in the open trunk, ready to get laughed at. Even though somewhere deep in your mind you didn't think he would, past experiences had led to you now having that fear, no matter with whom. "Are you okay?" Jungkook asks, looking at you as he squats down to take a look at your bleeding knees. He reaches into one of the shopping bags, taking out a water bottle and a pack of tissues, before he wets it, one hand holding your leg by the backside of your knee, while the other carefully cleans the small wound. "You gotta be careful Baby." He chuckles a little- nothing like the laughter you had expected.

"I'm fine." You say, not looking up at him.

"It's okay to cry, you know?" He says, and you stay quiet, trying not to breathe too much as you desperately hold them back. "I won't laugh." He promises, deciding not to look at you as to give you a bit more space.

"People will stare though.." You quietly murmur towards him, and he finishes his job, before he goes to throw the now used tissue away in a nearby trashcan. When he returns, he's taking his jacket off, the item way too large on your form as he throws it over you, pulling the hood up as you look at him for the first time since your little accident, eyes sparkling with unshed tears when he pulls the sides of the hood towards him a little. "There." He says, a reassuring smile on his face. "Now no one can see you but me." He tells you. "And I will never, ever, laugh at you." He promises, and pulls your head against his chest, as you start to let go.

He really hates to see you cry- but he's glad that you're letting him in enough to let him see you this way.

Jungkook is frustrated.

He tries not to really show it, because he doesn't want to blow up in your face like that, but then again, you're kind of the reason he feels the way he does. Because even though he thought you both had a genuine connection, you're yet to let him touch you.

And not just hugging and holding hands.

It's not that he's impatient- its because he knows you, at one point, wanted him that way as well. But something happened, something he didn't notice, that made you take ten steps backwards from him. You seemed to be retreating, giving up, and he has no idea what he had done to make you react that way.

As far as he knows, he had done everything right.

But then he sees them; the messages sent back and forth between you and Hana, a returning customer at the shop- well known to flirt with everyone around here. Jungkook himself had actually considered hooking up with her once a year back, simply to make her shut up, but then again, he wasn't into one-night-stands. And she had never truly been his type anyways.

'Ah yeah, just re-schedule that then, I don't mind at all! Just make sure we have enough time together, since we haven't had time to catch up on things recently, if you know what I mean.' She had sent, a week ago; exactly the timeframe you had started to distance yourself. He knew he shouldn't look into it, but then again- this was his business too. He had the right to know.

'Sure? I can give you an appointment at around 4 PM then, so you'll be the last one. Would that be okay with you? Again, sorry for re-scheduling on such short notice.' You had written, and Jungkook can't decide if you had been oblivious to her implication (which was bullshit), or if you were simply too polite to call her out. But it's the next messages that make him fume.

'Again, no troubles. As I said, I only care that its Jungkookie, I don't really trust anyone else with my body that way ;). 4 PM is perfect, you guys still close at around 6 PM right? He's got skilled hands, I'm sure we don't need much more time, if you know what I mean.' she has the audacity to write.

But its your answer that makes him fume.

'Good to know.'

"Jungkook?" You say, looking at the screen, as you suddenly dash forwards, trying to shut the screen off- as if that would make any difference. But he catches your wrist with ease, holding it in his palm as he looks at you.

"Do you think I'm sleeping with her?" He asks, and you try to escape his grasp; and he lets you, staying at your workspace however as he keeps you locked in place with his gaze. "Y/N." He urges, making you look away from him.

"It's none of my business." You say, shrugging. "I.. No, it's-" You start, but he cuts you off.

"No, finish that sentence. 'No' what?" He says, and you've never heard him talk like that.

"I just.. didn't think you'd.. do that." You meekly say, murmuring it as he tilts your head gently upwards to look at him; his face now more relaxed as he softly smiles.

"That's good that you think that way." He tells you. "Because I don't do that at all." He says. "She likes to start drama all the time- was probably bitter I turned her down so much. You know what?" He suddenly says, turning towards the screen as he clicks to change the account, opening his own Inbox as he starts to write an E-Mail.

'Appointment is cancelled, be glad I'm not suing you for defamation. JK.'

"Jungkook-" You say, trying to get him not to send it- but it's already gone. "Why would you do that? Just because I misunderstood?" You whine, and he chuckles, shutting down the system as he looks at the clock, signaling that it's closing time.

"No." He says. "But because I don't want her around anyways, and this gives me a proper reason." He tells you, ruffling your hair as he looks at you. "You coming?" He asks, and you nod, taking your bag and coat before following him out the shop.

In the car, you finally speak up. "Jungkook?" You ask, and he hums out a reply. "Do you.. think I'm attractive?" You ask, and he clears his throat at the unexpected question.

"I- what?" He asks, unsure what you mean.

"Just.. Namjoon said, that he thinks you.. see me as a friend only? Because I'm nothing like the girls you dated before.. If I misunderstood something here then Oh my god-" You start to ramble, and Jungkook laughs suddenly.

"You think I'm not into you?" He asks, and you shrug. "Of course I want to fuck you doll." He casually comments, and you can't help but feel your cheeks redden. "Wait- did you really think I didn't?" He asks, face showing genuine horror as he looks over at you.

"I mean.. you never really initiated anything so I thought.." You started, and he groans out.

Thank god you're staying the night.

"Looks so pretty, does it?" He hums out, palm running over the tattoo on your thigh, delicate lines and well-placed shadings complimenting the colors perfectly. "You know why I love it most?" He starts, hand suddenly gripping the flesh for a moment, before he pulls you closer on his lap by the small of your back. "Because that's mine." He says, before he leans in, placing an open mouthed kiss against your pulse. "The ink that's under your skin, the design, the idea-" He mumbles against your skin. "And the body it's drawn on." You whine at his tone, dark and low, as he urges you back and forth on his clothed thigh- your panties suddenly feeling uncomfortable. "Isn't it like that, baby?" He asks, and you nod, furiously, and he chuckles. "Hm, you seem out of breath baby.." He grins at you, like a predator.

"Jungkook.." You whine, not knowing what you're asking for.

He wordlessly moves, helping you lay down on his bed before he crawls over you, his lips instantly attached to the skin of your neck, hands helping you out of your dress wordlessly, as he can't help but let his gaze linger on your body for a moment. "I can't believe that-" He says, pulling off your overknee socks. "-you'd ever think of yourself anything less than perfect." He says, placing a gentle kiss to the colorful image now forever placed under your skin by his skilled hands. He continues to display his affection over your skin, wandering over your stomach up to your chest, where he playfully bites just above your breast. He struggles with the front of your bra for a second, unsure how to open the undergarment without breaking it, as you help a little; letting them spring free. But only for a moment.

Because in the next, he's got them in his hands, palms gently moving over them, feeling their softness as he groans. "You're so sweet." he comments, as he finally kisses your lips, smile interrupting him every now and then. "So soft." Another kiss. "So delicate." Another one. "And all mine, yeah?" He asks, and you nod, smiling as he grins back, the expression making him look so young and carefree you can't help but wonder how anyone could ever think he's a bad man.

He's anything but.

He's so careful touching you, so delicate in moving his palms over your skin, as if its the most divine thing he's ever felt. He's still smiling, as if in a trance, while he can't stop kissing you. Your hands move into his hair- way softer than you thought it would be, and he groans into your mouth at the feeling of your fingers running over his scalp.

There's no urgency in anything he does.

He slowly moves again, hands opening your legs for him as he sits back on his heels, playfully pulling you closer by the backs of your knees, making you giggle. "You sound so sweet baby." He tells you, innocently, as if he's not currently placing his hand onto your center, ring finger collecting your already leaking wetness before he spreads it, moving his thumb over your most sensitive bundle of nerves while his ring finger enters you slowly. You whine at the feeling, not enough to get you as riled up as you'd like to be. Also; this is the first time you're genuinely experiencing foreplay. You don't know what to do- and Jungkook seems to pick up on that. "You good?" He asks, and you nod.

"I.." You say, breathless as he tilts his head, smile still present on his lips. "What should I do?" You ask, as his eyes widen.

"You?" He wonders, before he stops for a moment. "Don't tell me- this is your first time?" He asks, now genuinely worried he might've gone too fast.

"No.." You admit. "But uhm.. no one's ever, like.. you know, what you're doing.." You say, and that's when it clicks for him.

What kind of guys did you date before him that never gave you any attention like this? He's upset by it, but also weirdly cheered on by that simple fact; it gives him even more reason to make sure you'll get the most out of it. "Ah, I see.." He humms out, letting another finger stretch your entrance for him. "..well, I'm not like that." He explains, before he moves, face now close to your center- and you're unsure what he's going to do. "Trust me." He says, mumbles out, before his tongue places itself flat onto your clit, licking painfully slow as you move your hands over your mouth, trying to keep your noises in. "nuh-uh baby." He scolds, free hand pulling yours away. "Let me hear you." He demands, before he places his mouth back where it was.

Your mind is completely blank at this moment, the only thing you can really concentrate on being Jungkook, working you up so quickly you feel dizzy. It's new, and it's a little weird- but it's more than anything you've ever experienced before. And it brings you towards your end so suddenly you suddenly gasp out, back arching off the mattress as you grab at the sheets below, one hand grasping for Jungkooks, who lets you ride out your high to its fullest. "So pretty." He comments after wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, smiling at your blissed out state.

"Kook-" You say, moving as you sit up, less shy now that your brain is still clouded by pleasure.

"Ah- you don't have to." He tells you, but you shake your head, and he lets you. He slips out of his clothes, finally bare, and you would've taken time to look at all the different pieces of art decorating his body- if it wasn't for his cock, red and ready in front of you. Usually, you would've let your insecurities and doubts get the best of you. But this was Jungkook. And you wanted to really believe that nothing you would do could ever be judged by him. So there was no hesitation as your hands reached out for him, gently moving, before you took him in, your lips wrapping themselves around his tip, before you moved downwards, fitting as much as you comfortably could. Meanwhile, Jungkook himself was steadying himself with one hand on the mattress, while the other was buried into your hair, his own head thrown back as he closed his eyes.

Of course he had fantasized about this every now and then; but he had never thought you'd actually be comfortable doing it. And even if- nothing he could've imagined would've ever compared to the real deal happening. There was something absolutely mindblowing about the way that you handled him, your sweet and pretty presence looking so divine doing such a sinful act with him. He had to pull you off by your hair, gently, because any more, and he would've been a goner. "G-Good god baby." He chuckles, pushing you a bit so you were on your back again, reaching for his bedside table to search for a condom. "I swear to god if I- HAH!" He tells you in victory, hands making quick work of opening the foil package and wrapping the safety over his length. "I swear I would've run out butt naked to buy one if I wouldn't have found this." He says with a grin, making you laugh.

"That's weird." You comment, and he chuckles, entering you slowly as to not hurt you, his breathing labored as he still kept the lighthearted energy going.

"You think?" He asks, and you nod, giggling as your eyes close, the feeling of him filling you up too good to keep them open. "Hm no." He said breathlessly. "Would've probably put on some pants maybe." He says, before he starts thrusting. "Doesn't matter if it means I'd get to fuck you." He says, and you giggle again.

"Kook!" You scold him, and he still continues to thrust into you, exhaling forcefully as he kisses your neck.

"What?" He whines high pitched as if to imitate you.

"Be serious!" You tell him, but can't help your own smile either.

"Oh, why though?" He says. "We're making love, not war baby." He whispers into your ear, and you still laugh at it.

"I can't believe you!" You complain playfully, moaning out when he suddenly thrusts with more force, obscene noises now interrupting you two as he picks up his pace, clenching his jaw.

"And-" He starts. "I can't believe how fucking good you feel." He presses out, hand now reaching between the two of you as he brings you towards an earth-shattering orgasm, making you mewl as you can feel yourself bursting. "Good girl!" He praises, watching as you squirt all over him, his own orgasm hitting him soon after as he grunts out, finally slowing down until he stills completely, his mouth attached to your neck to place gentle kisses and teasing bites near your pulse point.

"I love you." He mumbles out, and your eyes sting.

Because yeah, you love him- you absolutely do, but hearing it from him, hearing it in such an honest and warm-hearted tone, having this final proof of his own feelings towards you, makes you emotional. "Baby, why're you crying?" He chuckles out of breath, wiping your tears as you smile, and finally look at him with glossy eyes.

"Cause I love you too." You say. "So much."

And he can't help but grin at you.

You really are the sweetest thing.

You watch as Hana walks out of Taehyungs studio, arm wrapped up in clear foil as she walks towards your counter, pulling out her purse. "Taehyung agreed on 345." She says, until Taehyung yells another number out of his studio, making her eyes roll. She wasn't supposed to come back- but Taehyung had agreed to finish her piece at least. "Alright, here you go." She says, watching as you counted the money. "Does Jungkook work today?" She asks, and you nod. "I'm just gonna go say hi then. You can finish the receipt yeah?" She says overly sweet, and you're about to tell her that Jungkook doesn't want anyone entering without his permission, but he's already walking out his studio, black sweater and silver necklaces on full display as he walks towards you. "Jungkookie!" Hana exclaims, but her face drops almost chomically as she watches Jungkook walk up behind you, placing a kiss on your bare shoulder as he looks over it onto your screen.

"Oh, looks like I'm done for the day. You need anything Hana?" He asks innocently, one hand on your desk while the other rests on your chair behind your back.

"I- just wanted to apologize for uhm.. the emails. I didn't know you'd read them." She says, and you slowly close all programs, while Jungkooks humms out something.

"Yeah, I figured." He says, before he shakes his head. "As I said, I'm letting it go. No hard feelings." He says, shrugging, before he walks towards his studio again, stopping in his tracks for a second. "Ah, baby, can you text Jin-Hyung and ask him if we can come now? I'm actually starving I swear." He says, and you nod with red cheeks, pulling out your phone.

"Huh." Comes from Hana, as she takes the receipt from you. "I honestly.. would've never thought." She mumbles, before she simply leaves, without any more words.

Yeah. You would've honestly never thought either.

(c)Bonny-Kookoo. Please consider supporting me on Ko-Fi.com/bonnykookoo. Thank you for reading.

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Request from @batterybaby17 : "A Ricky smut with choking? Sorry if its not in your comfort zone  I love your writing so much!!"

* - i was asked for smut and that is all this is lol, pretty much no story but thats okay, we all know youre here for the show anyways ;)

thanks again for the request and i hope you like it!

Song: monsters by all time low

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He kissed me harshly, pushing me back into the bedroom door. His hand slowly made its way to my throat, holding me in place as we made out.

"This is taking too long."

He moaned into me as I pressed my thigh between his legs.

"just keep focusing on me."

i said kissing him again, bringing my fingers into his hair and pulling lightly. it had been a long day for both of us and we definitely needed this. i moved my hands slowly down his arms before reaching forward and unzipping his jacket, pushing it down his arms and to the floor. we continued making out as i pushed us into the room, helping him remove his shirt as well as mine. when his knees hit the edge of the bed he dropped, pulling me into his lap and attaching our lips again. i reached around myself and undid my bra, letting it fall to the ground.

"baby..."

he breathed out, letting me get up off of him.

"lose 'em."

i said sternly, pointing at his pants. we both rushed to get our bottoms off and when they were gone he picked me up and dropped me onto the bed. i watched with lust filled eyes as he crawled up over me, wrapping his fingers tightly around my throat again as he connected out mouths. i moaned into him, feeling his leg push into my core.

"ride it baby."

he said cooly, pushing forward more. i gladly did as told, rubbing myself into his thigh as he ran his fingers down my chest lightly, flicking my nipple as he moved. i moaned loudly at the sensation before he helped me sit up.

"do you like it when i tell you what to do?"

he asked seductively, sitting back on his knees. i bit my lip and nodded.

"sometimes."

"and how about when i take orders princess?"

i raised a brow at him, smirking.

"even better."

he growled lowly in his throat, reaching out to me and bringing me into his lap.

"then tell what you want kitten."

"choke me, and fuck me till i cant feel my legs."

i said, straddling his waist as he knelt there, running my hand lightly down his chest and stomach. i felt him shiver at the sensation, looking down and watching my movements as i began stroking him.

"as you wish m'lady."

i kissed him roughly, bringing his hand to my throat and squeezing it more tightly than before. i could feel the sensation getting stronger, the more control he had of my breathing the wetter i was getting and he knew that. he brought his other hand down between my legs, coating his fingers in my wet before positioning me over him.

"take me sweetheart."

i looked deep into his eyes as i sank down onto him, hearing his breathing hitch. his face didnt waver for a second as he gripped onto my hip with his free hand. i wrapped one arm around his shoulders to steady myself as i began moving against him, working our hips together as i rode him. he moaned loudly, resting his forehead against mine and loosening his grip on my throat as the pleasure started to consume him. i raked my fingers through his hair as he began moving his hips a little faster against me, making me bounce up and down a little harder.

"i cant get enough of you."

he sighed out, bringing his other hand to my other hip, now holding me steadier.

"harder?"

i asked and he nodded, spreading his legs a little bit to get more force behind his thrusts up into me. i moaned loudly as he began pushing into me harshly, letting me rise and fall back onto him.

"oh my god ricky."

i said, dropping my head onto my arm, pulling his hair tighter into my fingers. he groaned into my ear before lifting me off of him and tossing me back onto the bed. i yelped at the sudden movement but he was back to me before i could even know what was happening.

"fuck."

he said through gritted teeth as he entered me again, pounding into me as he hovered over me. i reached up and laced our fingers together in the hand that was holding him up above me. as his hips rocked into me he reached down between us and started running his fingers up and down against my clit. i arched my back, pushing my chest into his. i felt him push deeper into me as i dug my hips down into the bed.

"ricky!"

i screamed, feeling my body give out, my thighs quivering as i came. i squirted as he pulled out of me, pumping his hot cum onto my stomach before falling onto the bed next to me. i could feel my heart pounding in my chest and i was sure he could hear it too as we both breathed heavily. that was as much of a work out as it was anything else and for a moment i was seeing spots on the white ceiling.

"where did that come from?"

i asked out of breath. he laughed a little bit, turning his head to look at me. i smiled at him as he leaned over and kissed me quickly.

"i have no idea but i kinda liked it."

we both laughed at that as he fell back into his spot beside me.

"yeah, i me too."

i said, staring up at the ceiling again, my chest falling and rising slower now.

"i didnt know either of us had that in us."

i commented, yawning after. i watched as he sat up, running his hands over his face before raking his fingers through his messed hair.

"neither did i."

he said looking down at me, noticing my cum covered torso and the wet spot on the bed beneath me.

"we may need to wash the sheets now."

he said bashfully, sending me a nervous smile. i nodded along with him.

"and a shower."

he took my hand and helped me sit up.

"i think i can arrange that."

i leaned forward and planted a chaste kiss on his lips.

"does that mean round two?"

he sent me a wicked smiled as i winked at him.

"well it definitely doesn't not mean that."

i laughed at him.

"lets get to it then."

[shuatoyou]

helloooo new oomf 💞. if ur requests are still open, could you pls do something with dino and a masquerade ball?? thank you ✨

omg i love this concept and yes of course!!

♡ my first request ♡

sorry if its too long i just couldn’t stop writing and i am very sorry for the abrupt ending haha... i hope you enjoy

- lia

it was the day of the big masquerade ball your father had planned to throw, so now you were stood there eyeing the crowd entering the hall slowly, masks being put on one by one hiding each individuals identity.

“m’lady” you turn around to your best friend bowing down before you.

“hansol i will literally kick you stop it” you hiss at his stupidity pulling him up and fixing your dress.

“wheres your mask?” he questions as he puts his own on.

“right here” you say putting it on unbothered.

“you look good.” he winks before grabbing us drinks from a passing waiter.

“i know”

a while later you set your drink down beside him and walking through the crowd occasionally nodding at the few guests who recognised you. maybe it because of the majestic gown you acquired making you the princess of the evening.

soon enough hansol caught up to you but you paid no notice as you laid your eyes on a group of people stood around a table however one gaining your interest more than the others, impulsively while you began walking towards them, one noticed you before the rest before nudging the rest of his friends.

“you’re-” began the boy who noticed you first but getting cut off with a nudge by his friend

“i hope you’re all enjoying your night.” you smiled nodding towards them.

“and you” spoke up the individual who had attracted your attention earlier. you turn towards him and lock gazes, he was searching your eyes and you suddenly realised you were flustered due to the burning sensation in your cheeks and maybe it didn’t help having your hair styled in a way your ears were clearly visible and burning red.

you broke away first and smiled at the said group, before rushing off with hansol tagging behind you once again hoping he wouldn’t question your actions

“has someone sparked y/n’s interest?” hansol questioned giving you a cheeky smile noticing your actions a few seconds ago

“we’ll see” is the last thing you utter to your friend before grabbing another drink and walking away leaving him stranded in a crowd full of elegance.

the ball had gone into action over an hour ago and now guests were in the middle dancing while certain others (you) stood alone at the side with your own table specially reserved for your family plus hansol. 

speaking of the boy he was also dancing to the slow song with a girl you had no idea who she was, you let out a small laugh at the fact he had found a girl like he intended to so early on in the night. 

you were on drink number three with no issues, no issues except from boredom and the boy from earlier never leaving your mind. leaving you wondering at what was under his mask that kept your interest on him. attempting to push away the same thoughts invading your mind over and over again. you continued looking forward at the dancing pairs in front of you letting out a laugh whenever one messed up their footwork. possibly your only entertainment for the rest of your night as everyone socialised but you.

not for long though...

“drinking alone at your own ball?” a figure walked up beside you gently taking a sip of his own drink and admiring the same view as you.

“well some habits were just meant to not die hard.” you state looking at the stranger now. you recognised the mask from the group of people you had greeted earlier.

“can i help you break that habit then?” he also turned to face towards you while taking a step back and holding a hand out.

“dance with me?”

you hesitated for a moment however still ended up abandoning your glass and took his hand allowing him to gently walk you to the middle of the hall. people made way noticing it was you despite not knowing anything about this person.

he gave you a second to fix your dress before grabbing your hand and getting into a slow dancing position with you just as the slow song you had recommended during the planning of the event.

“its nice to finally meet you kang sumi” he whispers in your ear

“thats quite unfair, you know my name but i dont know yours.” you inform as you both sway to the gentle tune playing.

“hmmm you’re right...” he mumbles

“lee chan” 

you say nothing more, closing your eyes to absorb the moment not aware of all the eyes on the two of you.

the daughter of the country’s most famous business man dancing with a stranger she met a mere five minutes ago that was ought to leave people curious

the song didn’t last forever, unfortunately so once the song comes to an end you make the decision to pull off your mask slowly with chan mirroring your actions.

you smile at the sight in front of you, as chan does the same. he was cute and you had no idea what to do with yourself.

“i’ll see you around lee chan...” you turn around and keep a steady pace away from the boy who caused your heart to flutter many times leaving you in panic about your troubled feelings

meanwhile chan stood there still unable to to process the moment with you, he knew he had to find you again.

“you what? your what? what?” hansol questioned not understanding the words you had blurted out when you pulled him away from the girl he had met.

“i just danced with a boy and i think im dying because something is wrong with the speed my heart is beating at right now hansol save me is this death?” the words wouldn’t stop forcing their way out of your mouth as you held your chest dramatically trying to breathe and grabbing another drink to down.

“slow down there y/n” hansol exclaims as he grabs the drink out of your hand. “what was his name?”

“lee chan”

“where did you find lee chan?”

“he came to me. he was from that group of boys we met at the beginning of the night.”

“is it maybe the boy heading over here right now?”

“what did you just say?”

“bye bye y/n” hansol shouted walking away leaving you to fend for yourself.

you took a deep breath before turning around only to catch chan approaching you.

“how do you always seem to find me?” you genuinely wonder attitude completely different from the one you were bothering your friend with earlier.

“someone as beautiful as you, not very hard to miss.”

words left your mind empty not allowing you to find a reply to his compliment. he was clever with his choice of words defeating you as you look down not for too long till the boy causing you this inner distress brings out his hand to softly tilt your head back up so you were looking at him.

“did i fluster you?” he asks knowingly over the loud music playing.

“i’ve only just met you and i hate you already” you look up into his eyes.

“i’ll take it kang y/n” he looks down at your hands wondering whether he should do what he’s planning.

he goes through with it anyways, grabbing your hand he intertwines both your them before walking with you to a nearby balcony he had discovered before approaching you.

the two of you let the doors close behind you and chan immediately faces you. there’s a comfortable distance between you and him. 

“can you stop” you whisper.

“am i doing something wrong?” he says attempting to take a step back before you pull him back with his hand still in yours.

“my heart has been feeling weird ever since i saw you in the crowd of people at the start of the night.”

“you’ve been thinking about me all this time?” he lets out a teasing laugh only to be responded with a nudge immediately making him stop. “well is it a good weird?”

“i think so. but we only just met so it’s hard to say.”

he leans forward making your breath hitch. “how do you feel when i do this?”

“nervous”

he searches your eyes for non verbal approval. you quietly wait for him to take his chance anyways with your heart rooting for him. he took the chance to place a lingering kiss onto your lips becoming addicted to the feeling.

as he pulled away you continued to crave the short length of warmth again but it wasn’t long till he was back and most transferring your beautiful shade of lipstick onto his own soft lips.

[princecupcakee]

Park Bench | Reddie

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Rating: E

Pairing: Richie Tozier/Eddie Kaspbrak

Word Count: 3,331

Chapter: 4/8

Past Chapters: Chapter 1 (AO3), Chapter 2 (AO3), Chapter 3 (AO3)

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Summary: Recently divorced and ‘incapable of love’, Eddie Kaspbrak moves to Los Angeles for work and a small, small hope of a fresh start. Broken up and never dated again, Richie Tozier tries to get back into love with help from his love of music. Quickly meeting eyes and one concert later, they think that maybe love isn’t that bad. So they try it one more time.

Chapter 4: Richie Tozier And Eddie Kaspbrak In The Rain, Eddie Kaspbrak Meets Maddie And Walter Tozier, Richie Tozier And Eddie Kaspbrak Move In Together

Tags/Warnings: Angst / Unhappy Ending / theres only one sex scene but this is explicit anyway / Bisexual Richie Tozier / Gay Eddie Kaspbrak / Post-Divorce / Implied/Referenced Cheating / Inspired By Remembering Sunday (All Time Low) / Inspired by The Book Ninja by Ali Berg / Implied/Referenced Child Abuse / Implied/Referenced Abuse / Implied/Referenced Manipulation

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Chapter 4

Richie Tozier And Eddie Kaspbrak With The Rain

Richie rang the doorbell, leaning at the side of the door. ‘Be cool, Tozier. This is how you get the guy.’ Eddie opened the door, pressing down a laugh, “dude you look like a douche,” he mumbled, walking past him, laughing. ‘Maybe not.’ Richie nodded to himself, following Eddie.

Eddie didn’t actually know where he was going, expecting Richie to have planned. He stood by the staircase at the edge of the porch. “So, why did I wait for you?” “We’re going out,” Richie smiled. Eddie blushed, “what?” “Oh! Uh- no, no, no, I mean, we’re going out, like you and I are going somewhere outside, together,” Richie tried to save himself, “well- well I mean, if you want, we can go out,” he mumbled. Eddie’s eyes were still wide and he was still standing as still as a statue, “sure,” he mumbled back. “‘Sure’ to what?” “Where are we going?” Eddie changed the subject, trying not to embarrass himself any more than he thought he has. Richie opened his mouth to say something but thought else of it and said, reaching his hand out, “do you trust me?” “I- I guess?” “Did- did you not get that?” “No? What was I supposed to get?” “You’ve never watched Aladdin?” “What?" “You don’t know?” “How was I supposed to know that?” Eddie rolled his eyes. “Everybody does,” Richie replied jokingly, Eddie just rolled his eyes again. “Just- don’t ask questions. I have a plan and it is going to go great," he told Eddie, though, it felt more as if he were telling himself “First, I don’t believe you planned, second, you sound like you're trying to kill me...” Eddie kept rambling, the ways he could die, the similarities between Richie and a serial killer. Richie liked how Eddie rambled, he would but in sometimes, catching the perfect set up for a joke. Richie liked how Eddie used smaller hand gestures than he did when he spoke, yet they felt bigger. Richie liked how Eddie’s expression would change every few sentences. Richie liked how Eddie would mention small things about him, how his hair sometimes curled around his glasses, how sometimes his glasses would tip sideways and he wouldn’t fix them, and he would say how he felt about it. Richie liked how Eddie said what he felt about things. He also hoped that Eddie would tell him how he felt about him. As oblivious as he believes he isn’t, Eddie notices the little glances Richie takes at him. He doesn’t find it weird or creepy, he liked it. Was that selfish of him? He wasn’t sure. He wasn’t sure of many things— with him being trapped away from almost everything throughout his life—but he was sure of this. At least, he hoped he did. Richie was different. That was the only way he could describe him. And, for now, he assumed that was enough.

“I feel like I’m being driven to my doom,” Eddie said after a moment of silence.

“You aren’t. Couldn’t kill something as cute as you, Eds,” Richie smiled, eyes on the road.

“Don’t call me Eds. Its really annoying,” Eddie shook his head despite laughing.

“Anything you say, Eddie Spaghetti.”

“Thats fucking worse,” Eddie shook his head. Richie smiled at him. Eddie smiled back.

~~~

“Look what I got you,” Richie grinned as Eddie opened the car window. Richie had stopped and left Eddie in the car —something that Eddie kept in mind the next time he was going to talk about how similar Richie and murderers are— and came back with… ice cream cones. Richie shoved both of them into Eddie’s hands as he went back to the driver's seat and drove off.

“What- what the fuck?” Eddie asked.

Richie didn’t reply, instead of driving into a slot of an abandoned car park nearby —another thing Eddie listed— and opening his door. He reached out for one cone and Eddie’s hand and led them outside. Richie climbed up to the hood of the car, patting the space beside him. “No, that’s so dirty.”

Richie rolled his eyes and took off his jacket, balancing the ice cream cone between his hands, and placing the jacket on the spot beside him. “Seriously? Thats still really-“

“I can clean the jacket, sit with me.”

Eddie climbed up beside Richie, needing assistance to do so. Eddie wanted to ask why the two were there, but thought better of it, choosing to silently enjoy this instead. “What flavour did you get me?” Eddie asked looking at the cone in his hand.

“Vanilla. With rainbow sprinkles,” Richie smiled, tracing little circles above Eddie ice cream. Eddie lightly laughed. “How uh, how long are you even staying here?”

“I’m not so sure yet, actually,” Eddie replied, looking at a pebble on the ground. He left out the part about Sonia and Myra and about not wanting to go back to New York and face the city where he fucked everything up.

“Does that mean I can spend more time with you?” Richie smirks.

“If you play your cards right, maybe,” licking at his ice cream. He glanced at Richie’s and he was already halfway done. The two sat in silence while they ate, Richie holding Eddie’s hand little by little.

“There’s a park a few ways over there,” Richie said after a few minutes of stroking his thumb over Eddie’s hand, "we should go.”

Eddie tiredly nodded. Richie let go of his hand and pulled out his guitar from the inside. “You think someone is gonna break into your car and steal it?” Eddie snickered.

“Yup. Thats also the reason I’m bringing you along,” Richie winked (which confirmed to Eddie whether or not the comment was an insult about him being short.) Richie walked over to Eddie taking both his hands and helping him down, causing Eddie to fall onto Richie’s chest. Richie took his hand again after they’d pulled away and walked over to the park.

Eddie was wordlessly enchanted by the trees and the lights and the pathway twisting around the park. It was around 7 (Eddie wondered how time moved that quickly) and it was pretty empty. “Tell me about you,” Richie nudged him.

“Uh well, I work for-“

“I don’t want your résumé,” Richie laughs, “lets play a game.”

“We’re not doing 20 questions.”

“Lets play another game. Uh, one of us says a random word and the other says the first thing they think of.  I’ll go first, music."

‘You. Seeing you sing around in Ben and Bev’s house with a smile on your face. You with a smile on your face because you looked so cute and handsome and I really, really like you.’ “feelings. Uh, morning.” Eddie replies.

‘Having that breakfast with you and watching the sunrise. With you. And how you lazily laughed at my jokes because it was too early.’ “Breakfast. Okay, uh, New York,” Richie said.

‘Crying. Pain. Mother. Divorce. Myra. Sonia. Gay. Mistake. Divorce.’ “Divorce,” Eddie mumbled, not thinking he said anything.

“Oh, I- were you? I’m so sorry,” Richie fumbled with the words., letting go of Eddie’s hand in the process.

“No, no! Its fine. I’m fine. But, I- uh. Yeah. I did.”

“Oh shit. I’m really sorry.”

“Its fine. She and I never really worked out,” Eddie said shaking his head.

“Oh thats, uh, sorry,” Richie mumbled, embarrassed at all the hand-holding and the early morning breakfast, and this.

“No, its fine. I’m gay, it wasn’t gonna happen anyway,” Eddie said, his speaking speeding up. Richie lightly sighed.

“You… wanna take a seat?” Richie asked, pointing to the bench facing a small lake.

“sure,” Eddie nods. Breathing a little steadier (he actually hadn’t even known when it had quickened.) “Why is it so empty here?” Eddie asked looking up the dimly lit sky.

“Probably the weather.”

“The what?” As if on cue, rain fell from the sky softly. “Fuck!” Eddie shouted putting hands over his head as if it would do something. He stood up heading back from where they came, but a hand tugged at his arm.

“Wait,” Richie said, trying to make Eddie stay. The rain was a bit heavier, but it wasn’t unbearable. At least, it wasn’t for Richie apparently.

“Are you fucking crazy? You know how sick we could get if we stayed out here in the rain?”

“Just a little while,” Richie said, not letting go of Eddie’s arm. Eddie huffed but sat back down beside him, wincing at the now wet spot he was sitting in earlier. Richie pulled out his jacket again and put it over Eddie’s shoulders, putting the hood up as well. “There,” Richie said, pointing forward. Eddie wondered how he hadn’t seen it earlier. The sky was all shades of red and orange and yellow and all the colours in between. The lake reflected all that was in the sky and that made the sight more astounding. The raindrops hitting the lake made little sounds and it shook the water a little, making the already watery-looking sky seem more like a reflection than real life.

“I was really sad one day and wanted to be alone so I went out while it was raining. I went to this park ‘cause,” Richie gestured to the emptiness of the park, “there’s no one here. Sat down, saw the sky in the lake. I thought I should show you.”

Before Eddie could even think of anything, he pulled on Richie’s shirt and brought their faces close. He didn’t kiss him, he just looked into his close eyes as asking permission. Richie pushed their lips together lightly. “You know, I may live with my best friend but I actually do have a place,” Richie joked, still very close to Eddie.

“Why don’t you live there?” Eddie asked. Richie’s heart rate sped, but when Eddie kissed him again it melted away. He already forgot Connor, he doesn’t need to remember, he can stay here, with Eddie.

“Its nothing, baby,” Richie said looking straight at Eddie, “Get in the car.”

Eddie Kaspbrak Meet Maddie And Walter Tozier

“Mads! Walt! C’mere!” Richie called, opening the door. He looked back apologetically to Eddie, “If you regret this, don’t blame it on me, its on you,” he slightly laughed.

Eddie shook his head fondly. It was Saturday, Eddie had indefinitely moved into Richie’s apartment, and was promised a date today. After staying over at Richie’s house the Tuesday, small kisses, take-out, and falling asleep (oddly enough, fully clothed) the two had agreed to a date. Eddie wondered though, why Richie was so worried about asking, why he needed to repeat the question so much. But he let it be. Richie didn’t plan Eddie meeting Maddison and Walter, Richie didn’t even want to talk about it, but Eddie insisted to drive over to their house after being mentioned while on their way.

“Hi, uncle- who are you?” Maddie brightly said opening the door.

“This is Eddie,” Richie replied, leaning on the doorway.

“Okay! Hi, Eddie! I’m Maddie, and my brother, Walter, is upstairs,” she leans more into the house and shouts, “and won’t help me with my painting!”

“I said I’d help you when I was done with mine! Mom just got me new watercolours and I need to try them out first!” Walter said walking down the stairs. He stood a few steps from the ground and stared at Eddie for a while.

“Thats Eddie! Uncle Richie’s boyfriend!” Maddie said a little to loudly and made Walter flinch. Richie nervously looked over at Eddie, who was just smiling at the brother and sister.

Richie smiled with confidence, “Go get you’re shit, we’re going to the arcade.” Eddie raised an eyebrow at him while Richie winked back.

“Don’t swear,” Maddie shook her head as Eddie snickered.  She walked up the stairs with her brother running up with her. “Walter and Maddie?” Eddie said as if in question.

“He’s seven, she’s six, and they’re basically polar opposites.”

“Ah,” Eddie nodded, “They’re adorable. Where are their parents anyway?”

“My sister is a single mom,” Richie lightly shrugged to seem lighter.

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“Nah, its all good. These two are alone a lot though, I take care of them when my parents aren’t.”

“Don’t kiss! Mommy says not to close eyes in the stairs!” Maddie shouts (again) from the top of the stairs running down. Dressed in a bright pink dress, she jumps onto Richie’s leg, Richie picking her up as she giggles. “You good, Walt?”

Walter nods and Richie walks over to the car. “Seatbelts!”

“Check!” Maddie grins widely, tracing a big checkmark on the air.

“There’s no checklist but check!” Richie laughs, pulling out of the driveway. Eddie watched as he drove and talked with both kids (mostly Maddie) and smiled fondly. Richie was loud, and a bit annoying, and an absolute foul-mouth. But, with these two, despite still swearing at a handful, he’s different. Its clear that all he wants to do is make them smile. Its pretty effective, not just on them, on Eddie too.

They walked into the arcade and Maddie challenges her brother to a racing game, leaving Richie and Eddie alone. “You basically asked for these kids to crash our date,” Richie jokes, taking Eddie’s hand and leading him to a line of games.

“Its fine. They’re good kids,” Eddie smiles looking behind him as if they were there, “shouldn’t we keep an eye on them?”

“Walter is more mature than I am, he can do everything. They’ll be fine, plus, they’ll know where we are,” Richie grins cheerily, raising his hands to present, ‘Street Fighter.’

“Really?” Eddie sighs.

Richie nods and places both of Eddie’s hands on the buttons. “You’ll never beat me,” Richie smirks.

“We’ll see,” Eddie nods preparing his hands properly on the buttons.

“That was the best!” Maddie exclaims jumping up and down once Richie puts her down. She’d shot a ball into the hoop (with Richie’s help) in the basketball game. They’d challenged one another, Eddie against Richie and Walter against Maddison, the children going first. Maddison wasn’t cheering about making a shot in her game though, Richie had asked for her help. Eddie, competitive as he is, asks Walter if he could help him out. Eddie and Walter won.

“We won, we won!” Maddie cheers and Walter just puts a hand on her shoulder and shakes his head. “What?”

“They won, kiddo,” Richie says ruffling her hair, as she swats his hand away, “its alright because I’m buying ice cream!” Maddie cheers and raises her hands up for Richie to carry her again. Walter walks with them as Eddie stands in the back for a little.

Richie was so good. Eddie didn’t know what he meant by that but he assumed he just was. Maybe it was because his mother would never let him play in the arcade because, as she would always tell him, ‘there are so many diseases there, so much dirty children, you could get sick, Eddie-bear.’ At first, he really thought it was that, but after seeing Richie stop Madison from crying after dropping her ice cream, listing to every soft word Walter would say, all the effort he puts into just making them (and him) smile, he thought that he was most probably in love.

Richie Tozier And Eddie Kaspbrak Move In Together

“Thats the last of the boxes, Eds!” Richie calls out, dropping a large box by the side of the door.

Eddie walks out of a room and smiles, “Thank you, Richie.”

“Can’t believe you chose my shitty apartment that was abandoned for fucking years over the Marsh Mansion,” Richie joked kissing Eddie.

“Marsh Mansion?” Eddie laughed, “of course I chose you, I swear it was haunted in there. Plus, too many couples.”

“You're dating me.”

“Yeah, but I’m not living with you,” Eddie says playing with Richie’s hair while his arms rest on Richie’s shoulders. (Yeah he was struggling since Richie was so much taller, but it was cute.)

“Can’t believe you wanna live with me.”

Eddie rolled his eyes, not wanting to debate, “well you better start fucking believing.”

“Thats not too hard,” Richie joked, kissing Eddie again. And again.

“We should get these boxes,” Eddie says dropping from his tip-toes and walking over to the pile of boxes left by the front of the door. “These are such a mess.”

“We’re gonna unpack them anyway!”

“Yeah, but its gonna be so hard to get everything!”

“Exactly, because we’re emptying the boxes.”

“You’re taking all of these to each room,” Eddie puts his hands up taking one of the smaller boxes and bringing them into the bedroom. Richie quickly slaps Eddie’s ass as he walks which earned him blush and glare from Eddie. That was a win in his book.

There wasn’t much in the bedroom yet. There was a queen-sized bed (Richie asked for a twin-sized mattress and told Eddie it was a joke; Eddie didn’t get it) an almost full closet (most of it being Eddie’s clothes, surprisingly), another table (though, neither wanted to call it that; Richie would call it table number three and that just rubbed off on Eddie) and two small tables on either side of the bed, Richie’s with a lamp and his book of Jokes, Reminders, Notes and Sex Positions (he called it his JRNSP. And, yes, Eddie constantly wondered if the sex positions part was a joke or if it was real. Whenever he would ask Richie would reply with, ‘really wanna find out?’ suggestively) and Eddie’s side having just a lamp.

Eddie set down a clock on his table. It was Stan's, originally, then given to Richie. Eddie still hasn’t met Stan, but from what he heard Stan is a really good person. He and Richie have known each other for years, as he Richie describes, they can be fairly different. But, he realizes, who really is like Richie? Which just made Eddie smile more, because he had him.

“Spagheds! Do you wanna paint this wall or not?” Richie called from the living room.

“Coming!” He called, setting the box down on the bed. The two had agreed to paint a wall that was horribly stained by… whatever that is. They think it was maybe a leak that stained the wall, but who really knows? “I’ll change first!”

“Can I watch?” Richie asks jokingly. Eddie ignored it. He slipped into an old shirt and a pair of shorts that he no longer wears, walking towards Richie. Richie, who was putting in yet another vinyl into his new phonograph (yes, Eddie finally learned what it was called) jokingly swaying his hips.

“What the fuck?” Eddie said, monotone.

“Eddie My Love.”

“Its- are you talking about me or is that the title?”

“Both,” Richie smiled slithering his hands around Eddie’s waist until his hands held themselves behind Eddie's back.

“We’re supposed to be painting a wall,” Eddie says despite his arms wrapping around Richie’s neck as he rests his head on Richie’s chest. (These are the times that Eddie is grateful that Richie doesn’t work out. He’s really soft.)

“We will. Later,” Richie says softly, kissing the top of Eddie’s hair, craning his neck down to touch his own chest to do so.

“Eddie my love, I love you so,” Richie softly sings along. His heart twists, what if Eddie didn’t want this? He didn’t want to rush anything again. He couldn’t. He doesn’t want to lose this.

“You okay Richie?” Eddie asks looking up at him, “you stopped moving for s bit.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” Richie smiled weakly, “Do you- do you want this? Is-is this weird to you?” he worriedly asks, loosening his grip on Eddie’s waist.

“This is. I like it,” Eddie fondly smiles, “why?”

“Nothing, we can keep dancing, if you want.”

“Yeah, that works for me,” Eddie says getting at the tips of his toes to kiss Richie’s lips.

[spootiliousrps]

Wolfstar Charms

You both like sirius/remus.

Stranger: [6th year, Remus hasn't told his friends about the werewolf gig yet.] Hey, so. I heard you talking to McKinnon after Magical Creatures today. Is that how you really feel about werewolves and vampires? Marlene was saying some pretty hard shit.-R

You: Well, I don't know what was said, but yeah. I mean, they attack anyone that gets close enough and spread their condition like a disease. They're better off where they can be kept an eye on that let loose in the world. -S

Stranger: But like. Every werewolf? -R

Stranger: And they only turn one night every month -R

You: But how can you be sure? I mean maybe not constantly but at least as their cycle gets closer. You heard what the professor said, they're practically monsters. I would feel safer if something was done about them. I'm not saying to kill them but something should be done. Even if its requiring them to be locked up during that time. -S

You: Why are you so curious about this anyways? -S

Stranger: I don't know. I just think it's wrong to prosecute an entire race of people, some of which may have done nothing wrong. -R

Stranger: There's bad ones, sure, but like. Thats not everyone. Just like not every pure blood is evil. -R

Stranger: Should we round up all of you lot and lock you up? -R

Stranger: I--fuck, I'm usually more eloquent about this, I'm just tired. -R

You: Whoa! Hey! That is not the same thing! I'm not saying to enslave them or anything like that! Locking them up during a transformation is humane! It would be for the protection of both them and the people around them. I know its not their fault. I'm not an idiot. -S

Stranger: It's inhumane to lock anyone up. -R

You: [Delay] Yeah... you usually are lol. I'm not use to seeing you so riled up. Whats got you so tired. -S

Stranger: Like -- would you want to lock me up for the week before the full moon if I was a werewolf or something? -R

Stranger: You said they're basically monsters -R

Stranger: Nothing, it's nothing. I just didn't sleep well, okay? -R

You: They are. Basically monsters I mean... but that doesn't make the people they infect monsters. I mean... the beast that comes out at night is not the person they are the rest of the time yeah?-S I mean, I never really considered it but... Would you have a better idea? Look at it from the person's point of view. You heard about the wizard that woke up after a cycle to find he had slaughtered his whole family? Sure, it sounds cruel when you explain it like that but they guy ended up offing himself cuz he couldn't live with what he had done. If I were a werewolf I'd want to be locked up during my cycle to protect you guys. I mean, I wouldn't know what I'd do if I hurt one of you. -S Maybe you should talk to one of the Ravenclaws, they might be able to slip you something to help sleep a bit better. A charm or something? -S

Stranger: I'm sure the werewolves that actually care take proper precautions. -R

Stranger: There was that one, sure, but. -R

Stranger: All the wolves in the media are all those nasty ones, that just was to cause mayhem. They should be punished for their crimes sure, but you can't control an entire race, that's not right

Stranger: I know plenty of charms. -R

You: Listen, Remus. I'm not going to pretend like I know why you have such a hard on for werewolves' rights suddenly and I'm also not going to pretend like I know everything. You asked and I told you. If you have a better idea for dealing with them then great. As far as I'm concerned it doesn't really involve me and its not like I'm going to write a strongly worded letter to the Minister to try and convince him of anything. Regardless of how either of us feels if a werewolf attacks us in the middle of the night I'm not going to be too torn up for defending myself. -S

Stranger: ..right. Sure. -R

Stranger: I'm going to go nap in Pomfrey's office. -R

You: Probably for the best. Want me to come fetch you for lunch? -S You're even worse when you don't eat. -S

Stranger: Um -R

Stranger: Maybe, I don't know. -R

Stranger: I can ask Peter to bring me something -R

You: [Delayed] If you're sure. Let me know if you change your mind. I promised James I'd meet him on the pitch before third so I won't be doing much. -S

Stranger: you'll be late for transfig -R

You: Wouldn't be the first time. -S

Stranger: Gonny's gonna murder you -R

You: I'd like to see them try. Besides, Lily is suppose to be there too. No one ever gets on to her. -S

Stranger: well.. I hope you guys have a nice time. -R

You: It'd be nicer if you would join us. -S

Stranger: um -R

Stranger: I can see if I can grab some coffee. -R

You: Awesome! I'll swing by the kitchens and bribe one of the house elves for those sweets you like so much. -S

Stranger: sure, yeah. -R

Stranger: I'll see you on the pitch then. -R

You: [[Switch to para?]]

Stranger: [[sure!!]

Stranger: [[I can start]]

You: [[Sounds good]]

Stranger: Every bone in his body hurt before the full moon. Every movement was filled with pain, and the entire week of the moon he felt like he wanted to crawl out of his skin. And he would've, if it meant that it'd stop. Remus dragged a hand through his hair as he made the hike down the hill from the castle to the quidditch pitch, slipping onto the field without being seen. James and Lily were already there, talking quit close together over on the edge of the field. He raised a hand to offer a hello, a grimace on his face with each movement.

You: "Remus!" Sirius called from Remus' right. He was still a few yards away an bulging cloth tucked under his right arm, a few pastries peaking out from beneath it. His left was tugging on a Peter's elbow as the other boy seemed to shift his gaze this way and that as if worried they'd be caught and taken to the dungeon's at any moment. "There you are! I was worried I might have to go to Pomfry's office after al-" he cut himself off as he drew up close enough to make out the boy's expression. "Christ, you look like shite. You weren't kidding earlier were you?"

Stranger: It wasn't fun, being woken up in the middle of the night with agonizing pain. He glanced over to Sirius as he came over to him, and he offered a small smile. "Yeah, I uh, rallied. I have my coffee in my bag so, hopefully that'll get me through potions later." Hey sighed. He nodded to Peter, and glanced back over at Lily and James. "It's fine though. Like I said, I just. Didn't really sleep." he had bags under his eyes, his face a little sunken in. "Whatcha got there?"

You: Sirius glanced down at the bundle as if he had forgotten about it entirely. "Oh, right!"

You: [sorry wasn't done]

Stranger: [nw]

You: Sirius glanced down at the bundle as if he had forgotten about it entirely. "Oh, right! I told you I was gonna swing by the kitchens. Swung by the potion's classroom too," he added with a wink and a grin. "Got a surprise for ya." "I-I had n-nothing to do with it," Peter rushed as if that would save him any grief should they be caught. Sirius just rolled his eyes and pulled him onward as he headed for James and Lily, obviously expecting Remus to follow. "Snatched a few Wideeye potions from the stores while Slughorn was distracted," Sirius admitted, still grinning proudly.

Stranger: Remus laughed softly, shaking his head as he followed them over towards James and Lily. "You're gonna get caught one day, you know?" he said teasingly. "I'd be nervous if Slughorn's rage came down on me, man. He's old but I can tell he's gotta temper." He stifled a yawn into his arm, and let out a puff of air. "I have so much course work to get done tonight." He frowned.

Stranger: [hey im jumping in the shower rq I'll be like. less than ten minutes]

You: "Well my luck hasn't run out yet," Sirius teased lightly. "Oi! James! Stop making pillow eyes at Lilly and get a move on!" Sirius called out to his friend with a laugh before focusing back on Remus. "Luckily for you, of course. Otherwise who would be here to pick you up when you need it ah? Peter?" he teased, elbowing the chubby boy in the ribs. "I-I... T-thats not..." "Relax Peter. I'm only teasing, lighten up."

You: [[Take your time. If we get disconnected I'll be under the tag spootilious]]

Stranger: [back! just gotta get like dried off[

You: [[wb]]

Stranger: Remus watched Sirius for a moment, shaking his head. "Maybe James?" he offered, snorting softly. As they approached, James flipped Sirius off, focusing back on Lily for a moment. "--Did we skip Transfigurations just to watch you talk to some lass?"

You: "No offense, Lilly," Sirius added as if as an after thought. He was a brave and reckless boy sure but he knew better than to piss off a woman, especially on that was such a talented witch. "You could do better than this sod," he teased lightly practically jumping into James' lap and ruffling his hair.

Stranger: "Yes, absolutely no offense," Remus agreed, nodding. Lily just let out a soft laugh. "Of course. Why'd we all come out here, James, did you want to go show off on that broom of yours?" she prodded at his side. Remus sat down heavily, a small grunt escaping him with the hard movement.

You: Sirius's gaze followed Remus' movements and despite his outward jovial appearance, worry lined his eyes. Typically he would have wrestled with James a bit, mock flirting with him, but as it was he allowed the other boy to shove him from his lap, depositing him next to Remus with a grunt of his own. "Rude," Sirius mock pouted but shifted back a bit to give himself room. He laid out the cloth, sweets still piled in the middle. Without hesitation he took two from the top and offered one out to Remus before shoving the other in his mouth.

Stranger: He didn't even want to know how completely like shit he must look like. And tomorrow, he would be concealing his bruised and battered body just like he did every day after a full moon. He glanced over at Sirius as he laid out the pile of sweets and pastries. He smiled, softly, and took the offered treat. "Thanks," he said softly, taking a bite. He let out a long sigh, and leaned his head on the man's shoulder, puffing out a breath.

You: Sirius tried to be as still as possible for the other man, only moving to reach into his robes and produce the small vile of wideeye potion he promised. Peter sank down next to the two reaching for a few sweets of his own. He may have refused to admit his part in the thievery, but he had no quarrel about partaking in the spoils. Sirius wouldn't admit it but his anxiety regarding Remus odd behavior had skyrocketed upon the sight of him and wasn't getting any better.

Stranger: Remus offered a small smile, and took the vial from the man. He twirled it in between his fingers, he uncorked it, and grimaced for a moment before he took it like a firewhiskey shot, closing his eyes tight and shuddering. "Oh, that's so gross."

Stranger: [brb!]

You: Sirius couldn't help but chuckle at the words. "I've caught you snogging Prevel Martin. I'm sure it can't be worse than that!" he countered making the group laugh, though his own didn't quite reach his eyes. They were still pinned to Remus, dark and calculating, as he tried to piece together the puzzle before him.

Stranger: "That was a dare!" he cried, elbowing him in the side. He could feel the effects of the potion almost instantly, though he was still full of his aches. He could feel how tired his eyes were, but the potion buzzed away inside of him and kept the open. His eyes flickered over and met Sirius's gaze, and he let out a puff of breath. "What, were you just upset it wasn't you?"

You: Sirius tensed in surprise at the sudden retort, forcing his grin wider to try and hide the blush. "Oh, yeah. I've always dreamed of snogging that ugly mug of yours," he teased. "Sounds more like a nightmare," Peter added around a mouth full of food. Sirius just laughed harder.

Stranger: Remus snorted softly and grabbed another pastry, kicking his boot out towards Peter playfully. "Aye, just you wait, bastards. Give me a year or two and I'll be taller than James."

You: "Pfft, not likely," Sirius scoffed playfully before turning towards James. "I'm suppose to be in transfiguration right now. Whats up? Or did you just want to bore us again with another one of your rants about Muggle studies again?"

Stranger: Remus scrunched his nose up and rolled his eyes, before he snuck another treat, eyes turning to James. "Yeah, what is it?" James looked affronted and scoffed. "What, a guy can't just ask his mates and-- his uh. non-mate." a glance to Lily. "To come and hang out and skip class?"

You: Sirius snorted at that. "Sure you can, but I think I rather be learning how to turn into a dragon than to have to stare at your ugly mug," he replied, sticking out his tongue. "You can't transfigure into a dragon," Peter commented absently reaching for another treat. "Says you! I bet I could turn into Norwegian Ridgeback by the end of the year if I wasn't skipping class!" he grinned, pointedly looking at James and knowing full well it wasn't the truth.

Stranger: Remus quirked a brow at him. "Actually, not possible. Not a dragon, at least," he nodded. He glanced towards James. "What was that thing we were reading last week? Animagus?" he questioned. "You can turn into an animal, but like. I think it has to be within a certain size."

You: "A baby dragon then," Sirius shrugged before James could answer. "Enough to breath fire and do some damage at least." "Yeah and probably shit everywhere," James laughed. "Good, another job for Finch and his cat," Sirius laughed.

You: *Filch

Stranger: Remus laughed, but it sounded distant even to himself. James looked over at the other lads and quirked a brow. "Shit aren't they covering Wolves and shit in Creatures today? What if you could turn into one of them?"

You: Sirius' smile faded a bit at the question. What was with all this talk about wolves? "I dunno, wolves are just vicious dogs right? I think I would rather be a regular one. Lounge about all day, get fat on treats, swarmed by women all the time." "Sniffing butts," James added with an arched brow. "Hey, don't knock it 'til you try it," Sirius countered.

Stranger: James laughed loudly. "But no, like, hear me out. You could scare the fuck out of any of your friends, if you like. Showed up at their house as a massive fucking wolf. Like would you shit yourself right there?"

You: "I dunno," Sirius continued. "I still think a dragon would be better. What do you think Remus?" he asked turning towards his best friend.

Stranger: Remus blinked a couple of times, and forced another laugh from himself. "Uh. Maybe a rabbit," he said lamely, clearing his throat. He ran a hand through his hair, and he suddenly did not feel very great at all, his stomach churning uneasily.

You: Sirius hesitated as he watched the color begin to drain from his friend's skin. "Don't rabbits mate like crazy?" he asked trying to hide his concern. "I always knew you had a promiscuous side," he teased. "Either way, it won't matter what we want to turn into if we don't learn how," he pointed out, pushing to his feet.

Stranger: The man cleared his throat, letting out a long breathe and tried to stop the queasy feeling. Almost as bad as the bone and joint aches, he hates the nausea that comes along with it, as the full moon ticked closer and closer. "James could probably find the book with the animagus spell in it." he murmured. "I uh. I have a ton of homework to do, and I have a feeling I'll...be falling asleep early tonight. I should get it done."

You: Sirius offered out a hand to help the other up. "Nah, I bet he's too distracted making eyes at Lily," Sirius teased, fluttering his lashes at the girl playfully. "Right, Lily?"

Stranger: Lily snapped out of her little world with James, a blush coming across her cheeks. "What? Oh, um--" she glanced over at James. "Nobody is making eyes at anyone."

You: "Ha! Right! Whatever you say, Lily," Sirius chuckled before making a kissing face towards them both. "You guys don't do anything I wouldn't do," he teased with a wink, "I think I'm gonna walk Remus to his next class before he collapses on himself."

Stranger: Lily rolled her eyes and flipped him off as well, something she had picked up from James no doubt. Remus glanced up as he was mentioned, and frowned. "I'm not gonna collapse. Wide awake, see?"

You: Sirius paid Remus no mind as he pulled him a long, calling over his shoulder. "James you're a bad influence on her!" he laughed just as they turned the corned and were suddenly on their own. Sirius let his smile fade now that they didn't have an audience though he didn't speak, unsure of what to say.

Stranger: Remus grumbled but sighed, following Sirius. He let him get pulled along, his bag swinging over his shoulder. When they were out of sight, the man glanced over his shoulder. "They're insane ,the lot of them.."

You: "Might as well include us in that lot as well, Remus," Sirius pointed out before shooting the man a side glance. "You're hiding something, aren't you?" he asked deciding that a blunt approach would be best.

Stranger: "I'm hardly insane." he puffed a breath out. "I'm the sanest one around." At the accusation, Remus stopped in his steps, and he frowned. "What would I be hiding."

You: Sirius turned to him, studying the bags under his eyes and his exhausted features. "That's what I would like to know," he countered, "You obvious haven't slept, you're moody, and you know enough about charms that if it were something as simple as a bad dream you would have taken care of it by now," Sirius pointed out, crossing his arms over his chest, "Exams aren't for a few months and-" he paused, realization striking, a devilish smile spreading across his lips. "You've been sneaking out, haven't you?! Who is she? Couldn't be a Gryffindor or you wouldn't be up all night... Is it that Hufflepuff girl I always see trailing after you? What was her name? Levy? Levi? Lindsye?" he pretended to stumbled over the girl in question, knowing full well her name was Lauraine, not wanting Remus to think that he pays far too much attention to him.

Stranger: Remus felt like he was going to throw up for real now. He sucked in a breath and rolled his eyes, pushing a hand through his hair. "Fuck man, maybe I just had a bad night sleep, okay?" he frowned. "I get -- insomnia sometimes. I don't like to take potions all the time because I don't think it's good for you ." he felt his face heat up at the insinuation that he was hooking up with a Hufflepuff, and he groaned, covering his face with his hands. "Sirius, shut the hell up. Please." he shook his head. "I'm not--I'm not sneaking out with some girl."

You: "Some guy then?" Sirius shrugged, his grin broadening to hide his sudden wave of jealousy. "Hey, I'm not one to judge, we're mates regardless of who you decide to shack up with." He moved to loop his arm around Remus' and start walking again. "No reason to get cranky about it."

Stranger: Remus let out a shaky breath. "I'm not shaking up with some guy, either," he groaned. "I'm--" he paused for a long moment, trying to come up with something on the spot. "I'm taking extra lessons with Gonny. At night, when everyone's asleep. Not a lot, just like. Every couple weeks. She's.. helping me learn some higher level charms and stuff."

You: "Oh," Sirius mumbled a bit put out, but far more relieved than anything. "Wait... why do you need to know higher charms? I mean, I get that you're talented and all, but that's a bit excessive and why would you keep that a secret?" he asked absently, brows furrowing as he attempted to work it all out.

Stranger: He shrugged. "She didn't want the other students getting jealous." He explained, frowning. "I just. Was curious, and thought about maybe going into a job with the Ministry with it, so." he cleared his throat. "And she likes that I'm a hard worker, so she was willing to teach me. If you want to join you can go ask her, but--"

You: "Brilliant! I could use some extra studies in Charms. If I'm gonna become an Aura I have to get Outstanding on the OWLS and I only got Exceeds, but I was talking to Peter earlier and they're letting him retake his. Maybe they'll let me retake mine!" Sirius chimed, beaming with excitement as he pulled away from his mate. "I'm going to see if I can speak to the Headmaster about the exams. Meet you in the common room after supper?" He called already hurrying down the corridor.

Stranger: Remus opened his mouth in surprise at Sirius's willingness to take up extra charms and transfiguration lessons, and he looked surprised. But before he could even make a rebuttal, Sirius was off. "Fuck," he groaned, and shook his head, trying to race to Minerva's office to go and tell him what he had done. Besides Dumbledore, she was the only person that knew what he was. He best go ask her if they could start up some random charms practice now and then.

You: [[Quick questions (srry just want to make sure I don't overstep): Do you have a preference on how you want this to go or do you just want to wing it? Are you wanting to do the scene with Minerva or Dumbledore or skip to that even? I figured with Sirius it could go two ways either they tell him yes but he didn't talk to the charms prof so he shows up just all like 'hi! ready to go to charms, mate?!' or he figures out somethings off and there is no extra charms and he confronts Remus about lying to him. ]]

Stranger: [[ooh lets maybe do the lying ]

Stranger: [and uh. lets skip the scenes with Dumbledore and minerva]

You: [[Ooo ^.^ yay I was hoping you'd go with the lying >:3 ]]

Stranger: <3]

You: Sirius managed to attend the rest of his classes though he seemed a bit stand offish whenever he caught sight of Remus or James and Peter for that matter. He didn't bother showing up for dinner either. In fact, it wasn't until they were to meet in the Gryffindor common room that he showed his face. His usual smile was absent, replaces by pursed lips as he studied Remus silently for a moment. It seemed as if the dark haired man wasn't going to speak at first, but eventually he let out a heavy sigh. "Charms, huh?" he asked evenly, a brow arching as he pinned Remus with a dark stare, waiting for his next excuse.

Stranger: brb!!]

Stranger: Remus wasn't able to find Mcgonogall all afternoon. In her study, in class -- He finally had to give up to try and find her. He needed to get some homework done. He finished out his classes and was immediately kept up in the common room the rest of the night, hurriedly scrawling away, watching the clock tick away. The moon would be at it's highest point by 9pm, which meant he needed to leave by 8pm to get himself hidden in the shrieking shack. He glanced up as he felt the gaze of someone on him, and he parted his lips. "I--um. What?" he asked weakly. He only had twenty minutes before he had to leave.

You: "Don't play dumb Remus, its not a good look on you," Sirius grumbled, crossing his arms. "You lied to me! We're suppose to be best mates! Best mates don't lie to one another!" he snapped, losing a bit of his temper.

Stranger: Remus snapped his mouth close and let out a shaky breath. "I--" he stammered, and made another glance at the clock. "You're right." he nodded quickly. "I'm. seeing that Hufflepuff girl. Lauraine." he said quickly. "I didn't want to get the same shit that James gets for Lily because she's.. shy."

You: "Bullshit," Sirius snapped without hesitation. "You know the only reason I give James hell about Lily is because Lily is just as much a mate as he is. You are also a horrible liar..." he hesitated, something similar to pain crossing his features. "or at least I thought you were. Whatever you're hiding Remus... I hope its worth it," he spat, his anger returning full force as he gave the other boy a shove.

Stranger: Remus really didn't have the energy in him so close to the moon. When Sirius shoved him, he knocked back hard into the corner of the table, letting out a little yelp. "Maybe just mind your own business," he huffed out through a grimace. "If I wanted you to know, then I'd tell you."

You: "Last I checked, you are my business!" Sirius growled, kicking the chair between them out of the way. "At least, if we're best mates, it is... but then again, apparently... we're not," he added his voice lowering once more. "My mistake."

You: [[brb]]

Stranger: [nw]

Stranger: Remus backed away from the man, moving to start shoving his papers and books back into his bag. "I don't have to tell you everything about me, Sirius. Just. Drop it, okay?" he huffed out a long breath, swinging his bag over his shoulder. "I have to go."

Stranger: brb]

You: "No, of course, not! Why would you?!" Sirius snapped at him. "Go then! I'm not stopping you! It's not like I could even if I tried, obviously! Just don't expect me to come looking for you when you're late for class in the morning... or when you need another potion! I would hate to assume you needed me for anything."

Stranger: Remus felt a hard shudder run through his body, and he doubled over briefly. He glanced at the clock and puffed a breath. Why was he-- the moon didn't finish for another hour, at least. It dawned on him, there, that he forgot to account for the time change. He made a noise in his throat, hands shaking. "I'm--I'm sorry, I have to go." he said, and bolted from the common room.

You: Sirius' hesitated as he watched Remus falter, his anger and hurt forgotten. "Remus!" he jerked forward, intent on giving the man a hand but he was already bolting down the corridor leading towards the stairs. "Remus!" Sirius called after him, a spike of worry joining the concoction of emotions swirling inside him. He paused for a breath... another... before he realized what he was doing he was half way down the stairs, barely managing to keep the other boy in his sights.

Stranger: Remus was shaking, feeling his breath coming out hard, his bones aching inside of his skin. He had to pause, once, as another hard shudder rippled through him, before he was staggering towards the hidden passage behind the statue. He heard Sirius calling behind him, and just hoped he could keep out of his eye sight. Sirius couldn't be there for him, it was too dangerous.

You: "Remus wait!" Sirius called again, the words coming out breathless as he hurried down the stairs, catching a glimpse of the other boy just as he ducked behind one of the statues. Sirius didn't hesitate to follow, blindly following at this point. Whatever Remus was hiding was more than just some silly secret between friends that much was obvious now. But whatever it /was/, judging by the shaking and cries coming from the other boy was painful and possibly dangerous. Sirius had heard of some slytherins selling gillyweed and waking death to other students for kicks but... he had never pinned Remus as one to partake in something so dangerous. Now, however, he couldn't be so sure.

Stranger: Remus could feel the blood rushing in his ears, drowning out all other sounds. He made it to the statue, ducking behind it and entering the hidden passage. It was mostly dirt, dug through what had to be centuries ago, making his way under Hogwarts and towards the shrieking shack. He just needed to get there, then he could -- he could let the shift finish. A strained whimper came from his throat, seeing the door in sight. He reached to yank it open, clambering out. He fell to his hands and knees onto the old, rotting, wooden floor of the shack, gasping for air. He could feel the howl starting to catch in his throat.

You: Sirius slid to a stop in front of the small tunnel, heart sinking. He hated tight spaces... They were worse than boggarts... He shifted from one foot to another before he managed enough courage to dive in, doing his best to focus on the way Lupin had sounded, the way he had shivered. His friend needed him whether he knew it or not and Sirius was sure as hell going to- A howl broke through the sound of his trembling breaths making him pause, glancing up at the small bit of moonlight at the end of the tunnel. Remus wasn't alone! Something was there! He had to get to him! "Remus!!!!" He called desperately, doubling his efforts as he crawled through the tight space. "Remus! I'm coming!"

Stranger: [agsjldf sorry im helping boyfriend w/ dinner so lots of back and forth. we can always move to email or discord if its easier. brb]

You: [[No worries! I gotta get my son to bed anyways. Discord is still working for me but I would love to continue via email when we have to cut off if that's cool. I would hate to lose ya. Good Rp partners are so hard to come by.]]

Stranger has disconnected.

[theuniversitychallengereview]

UC 50.13 - Manchester vs Edinburgh

Generally speaking, there are two kinds of all-conquering sporting dynasties - those that seem fair, and those that don’t. In the second category we have the likes of Michael Schumacher at Ferrari in the early 2000s or Manchester City and Chelsea in modern football. 

While there is undoubtedly a massive amount of sporting talent on show in each of those cases, there is something about the inevitability of their successes that makes them feel a bit unearned, be that by virtue of the vastly superior car the German had in at least three of his five consecutive championships, or the stinking piles of dirty money that has allowed Pep Guardiola to squander more than £400m on defenders in his tenure as City boss. 

In the other category we have Michael Phelps, or Serena Williams and the Big Three in men’s tennis. They have exerted a vicious dominance over their sports, but without any seemingly unfair advantage over their peers, other than their sheer talent and determination (obviously they will have had various advantages that allowed them to reach the top in the first place, but I think professional sports is one of the few places where consistent greatness is truly reflective of who the greatest people are at a given thing).

This realisation, as to why I always resented Schumacher his relentless winning, while simultaneously being annoyed when someone other than Federer, Nadal or Djokovic (or Andy, of course, one of the only people to ever make me cry) won a Grand Slam (how dare they break the streak), only came to me today when thinking about the Manchester University Challenge team. 

There’s just something that feels more organic, and therefore more impressive, about Federer making 34 consecutive Grand Slam quarter-finals than there is about the Golden State Warriors winning back to back NBA titles having signed MVP-calibre Kevin Durant off the back of the best season in NBA history (not sure how niche that reference will be to the readership here, but I already deleted a bit about him earlier on, and I’ve put a link to the story in so you’ll have to deal with it).

The Manchester Uni Challenge team of 2005-2013 fall somewhere in the middle of the two categories (so I guess there is, as with all things, another category that encompasses everything between two extremes). Those of you who have been reading this for a while (and I have no idea how many people will have stuck around even since last year) will have heard this spiel about the semi-final streak before (because I relish talking about it every time Manchester are on), but I’m going to go through it again because its a great story.

So, first of all, Manchester do have some obvious advantages over other teams competing to win University Challenge. For one, its pretty massive, with more than 40,000 students. This means its more likely for them to be able to put together a team who will make it onto the live recordings - and indeed there are only two teams (Durham and tonight’s opponents Edinburgh) who have made more appearances on the show in the Paxman Era. 

However, between them Durham, Edinburgh, York and Warwick (the other two most appearing-est institutions) have fifteen semi-final appearances out of seventy five. Manchester alone have ten, with nine of them coming in a ten year period when they didn’t exit the tournament before that stage. This historic run saw them lift the trophy four times, tying with Magdalen College, Oxford for the all-time record.

The source of their sustained excellence can be attributed in part to the coaching of Stephen Pearson, a man known as the Sir Alex Ferguson of University Challenge (I really do recommend reading the linked article here). Under his tutelage, successive cohorts of students were able to create a dynasty this quiz had never seen before (and isn’t likely to see again). Thats one of the things which makes it seem fair, that the system he built allowed different sets of four students to repeat the same results.

Another is that it broke up the historic duopoly that University Challenge is famous for. Between 2008 and 2019, Manchester were the only non-Oxbridge side to win the competition, and it is the teams from Oxford and Cambridge who you can most easily level the ‘unfairness’ tag at, what with their combined ten entries a year (yes, yes, I know. If you combined the college teams you’d create a monster team and no one else would ever win (I think they would, but that’s beside the point) but that’s beside the point).

Manchester haven’t reached the semi-finals since the end of that run in 2013, but with back-to-back quarter-finals in the past two years they look to be on track for a return to the top (I’m going to look very silly after all this if they lose tonight, which you probably already know, reader). 

I’d like to talk about Edinburgh too, my beloved Alma Mater who finally upgraded my degree after two years of appealing recently, but I’m conscious I’ve already spewed out a full article on my Manchester intro. I will say, however, that if Edinburgh win, there will be four Scottish Unis in the second round for the first time since ever (there are already there guaranteed for the first time since 1995).

Anyway, you’ll all be exhasuted if you’ve made it through all that, so I won’t bother with the rules; here’s your first starter for ten.

Edinburgh are introduced first, with Jeffcoat, who’s actually wearing some kind of tweed blazer rather than a coat, but I’ll let him off. Their mascot is possibly the best I’ve ever seen on the show - a framed photo of the moment Robbie Campbell Hewson won Edinbugh the title in 2019 (bottom right of below picture). They have a scottie dog too, but its the picture thats the real star.

Manchester have a pig in a hat (or possibly a scarf, or possibly something else entirely), but the main interest on their table is Jones-O’Brien, who has perhaps the first name I’ve ever seen to contain both a hyphen and an apostophe. Good job all round, there. 

It is his captain, Spacey, who kicks things off in a luxuriant velvet jacket, with Jane Eyre. Manchester take a full set on the bonuses, and then another, racing off into a 50 point lead. Jones-O’Brien is whats known in the game as a leaner, and rotates his body 45 degrees towards Spacey each time Paxman reads out a question. It seems to be working though.

Jeffcoat, who has a pen stored in his blazer just incase he needs to do some working out, gets Edinburgh off the mark and shoots his teammates a wink for good measure. They zap a hat-trick out quickly too to halve the deficit. 

No one gets the first picture starter, which is an arrow on a map to ‘Worthing’, and I’m not surprised - who the heck has even heard of Worthing let alone knows where it is on a map (offence to Worthing), but Manchester pick up the bonuses, which are more towns that have won Pier of the Year, as according to the National Piers Society, something I am extremely happy to hear exists but never wish to be a part of (I’m sure they wouldn’t want to write University Challenge blogs either).

Paxman laughs as Edinburgh’s Clarke gives an answer which suggests that a puffin makes a noise that sounds like the word puffin, and to be fair thats a pretty funny mental image (mental sound image?). The perfect bonus streak is over, though Manchester will manage a fourth set before they miss any five pointers. The music starter goes to Edinburgh, but they remain ten points adrift despite having been better on the buzzer, thanks to Manchester’s bonus-work.

Now, I’d actually been taking notes for once this week, but around this stage I got so caught up in the action that I quite literally was unable to pick my pen back up, so I’ll just go from memory (I know I could just slide the timer back on iPlayer, but I’m on a bit of a roll here and I don’t want to slow myself down).

Manchester went on a bit of a run at this point, opening up a lead that would probably be unassailable. By the time of the second picture round the gap was in three figures, so Edinburgh would purely be fighting for one of the high-scoring loser spots (tough first round draw for both teams this). 

Jeffcoat jolted them out of their stupor with Degas (who I almost spelled as Degat. For some reason I can never spell painters names correctly. For years I though Titian was Tischen), but only a single bonus followed (though Clarke did pronounce Seurat impeccably, both as a wrong and right answer). Spacey hit back with O, but Manchester struggled for the second time tonight on science-y bonuses. They wouldn’t score another point, but they’d already won. 

The two captains then guess the 8th and 2nd of December as the date of Jesus’ conception - the heat of the competition was getting to everyone - but Clarke makes up for it with Oak next time around, and Fricker comes up clutch with Flag on the next starter as well. 

A full set of bonuses saw them reach 150, which would be enough to see them make the play-offs, but Winter negged on the next to drop them down to 145 (which would also have been enough, as it turned out, so I was getting too excited at the end). Clarke then got them another to put me at ease for the final few seconds.

Final Score: Edinburgh 155 - 200 Manchester

Another excellent, high-scoring game - probably the highlight of the series so far for me - and I’m very glad we’ll be seeing both sides again. 

Phew, that was a long one. If you’ve made it this far (first of all, congratulations) then you might like the retro reviews I’m doing of the 2015/16 series of The Challenge over on my Patreon. To sign up for exclusive content, for as little as £1/month, you can follow this link.

Thanks for reading, see you next time out.

[yamithediaperdork]

Date night (Yu-gi-oh story)

Yugi was excited as he sat in the living room, almost bouncing in place as him and joey hung out.  they were playing video games and killing time till Anzu would be off from dance school. it was a little over 2 years since they had graduated from high school, and while Tristen had enlisted in the army and moved away, the three of them had gotten a place together. Anzu was taking lessons to get better at her dancing and had a sometimes spot as a back up dancer for a few local TV shows, Yugi was milking in the money during tours as the king of games and Joey made some modest income as a bodyguard, mostly working for Yugi himself and getting paid via the promoters who booked Yugi.   they're 2 story house was big but not too big. everyone had their own bedroom even though Yugi and Anzu were dating, and they had a nice laundry room set up on the main floor. it was only if you went down into the basement you might be a little shocked. it was a mixture of a porn dungeon and a nursery, and it was all for the king of games himself who happened to be a massive sissy baby masochist. Anzu was of course his mean dommy mommy (well when they played) and Joey got in on it now and then himself, though always as a dom. (the one time he had tried the diapers, they had leaked and soaked the mattress in the crib) "So Yug, bigggg date night tonight huh? you and Anzu gonna nudge nudge wink wink?" Joey teased, blasting away at a alien on the tv screen. "hehehe well I'm hoping so.. you know we've been waiting for the right time to finally.. ehehe.. but i think this is it." Yugi said. part of his sissy baby fantasy involved being a forced virgin for life, though lately Anzu had been hinting (OK, outright saying) that she wanted to move it to the next level with Yugi, and also kinda wanted him to take a break from being her widdle stinky sissy and be her boyfriend for awhile. "So what cha got planned?" "well i pulled a few strings and got us a table at that new gourmet restaurant, silver platter. then we'll head out to see that new dance movie she's so crazy about, then I have a horse and carriage rented to take us out by the river for a moon light stroll.. with some champagne in the carriage.. then I rented us a hotel room which I've paid the staff to go and place rose petals down, candlelight, the works! er.. no offense, didn't wanna bring her back here if we were gonna knock boots.. don't wanna keep you up all night." Yugi said and had a wide grin on his face. "woooow. you went all out for this huh?" "yeahh and then some. I'm gonna have to do 3 tours back to back to back to cover for all of this, but it's gonna be SO worth it." Yugi said. " Anzu puts up with my well..you know." "Stinky sissy loser side." joey said and smirked, as Yugi blushed and squirmed. "Y-yeah..so i figured a night on the town and showing her I can be the man she wants me to be would be great." "Sounds like it. though..heh.." Joey chuckled softly, and paused the game, looking at yugi with a evil smirk on his face. "..Joey no. i know that look." Yugi said quickly and moved to put his fingers in his ears. Joey grabbed the smaller boys arms and held onto them, and  kept grinning. "what if with all of this amazing stuff planned, you pulled the ultimate sissy baby loser move..and asked to be spanked, diapered, and put to bed in your crib in the basement, while I take your girlfriend out for the night..on your dime." Joey suggested. Yugi tried to block the suggestion out but just picturing it had him making a little tent in his pants. "heck, you could even beg her to NEVER sleep with you, to keep you a -" "Joey stoppp!" Yugi whined, but his voice was taking on it's baby tone. "Loser sissy baby virgin." Joey finished. "ngggh.. you know how mad she would be about that? and I can't just..with everything I paid for all of this.." Yugi huffed, trying to ignore the part of him that wanted to do this idea. "heyyy what if we comprised?" Joey asked. "huh?" "you get spanked, diapered, tied to your crib with a enema in your guts, and I take Anzu out to dinner and the movie, we'll swing back around here, get you cleaned up and you and her can go to the hotel." Joey said. "...you think she'd go for that?" Yugi asked. "welll don't you have a hard time with getting carded at the movies anyways? if the movie is rated anything over G..Plus remember last time you two ate out at a fancy place? they thought you were her son and brought out a booster seat?" Yugi blushed recalling that and fidgeted like crazy. "I mean..i suppose it couldn't HURT to ask her.." Anzu had had a long tiring day, her new dance teacher was a freaking hard ass and nothing anyone did seemed to be right. she was achy and sore but smiled as she thought about the night out Yugi had promised her. Truthfully she was glad he was going all out with this, not that the little sissy loser stuff wasn't fun.. but she was getting a little tired of wiping her boyfriends shitty ass and not even getting plowed in return. 'not that you'd feel Yugi' she reminded herself. Still it was the thought that mattered and worst case she'd picked up a strap-on the little guy could wear. 'at least i won't be spending anther Friday night smelling baby powder and shame, while having to listen to a baby monitor while watching bad movies with joey.' Thinking about hanging out with Joey brought a pang of guilt and a flush to her face, he liked to sit in just his boxers at night and with Anzu on the edge after dealing with Yugi, she couldn't help but stare at Joeys muscles. 'that gym membership me and Yugi got him is SO paying off.' shaking her head she tried to clear those thoughts out of her head. cheating on Yugi would be just sick and wrong. 'though the little pervert would probably thank you and ask for a video.' that nagging voice in her head said. 'shut up you, Yugi is a sweet and cute Lil guy. and he's going to prove that he's more then just some pervert tonight!' Anzu scolded the nagging voice and finally made it back to the house. 'yeah, right.' that lil voice said again, but Anzu pushed it away as she came in. "Hey boys, I'm home!" came Anzu's voice and Yugi gulped nervously. it had been about 15 minutes since Joey had talked him into asking for the diaper humiliation, and to help get Yugi brave enough to ask Joey had poured him two drinks of vodka and orange juice, since he knew OJ went right though Yugi. as Anzu came into the kitchen, Joey polished off his third glass, though he could hold his liquor far better then little Yugi. "..heh..you pre-gaming or something? didn't know we were gonna get smashed before the movie." Anzu said, voice sounding amused but there was a edge to it.. She didn't really like it when Yugi got drunk and mentally groaned seeing the OJ, but tried to keep a bright and chipper face on, as she came over and poured herself a drink. "ehehehe welll seee..er.." Yugi blushed and reached for his drink, as joey smirked and Anzu rolled her eyes. "Do NOT say what I think your going to say Yugi. I'm not spending anther Friday night making you sob in poopie diapers." She said, and slammed her drink back. "welll You'll still get to go out..just er.." Yugi gulped nervously and went to take anther drink, but spilled the last bit out of the cup all down the front of himself. "And dat's why i told ya to use the sippy cup." Joey commented with a smirk, and tossed Yugi a dish towel. "-sigh-  My man.. OK, whats your little idea, and be forewarned, I've had a BAD day so you might wanna think twice about asking for mean mommy mode." Anzu said, narrowing her eyes as Yugi tried to dry himself off, then with a little growl she snagged the towel from him and started to pat him down. "ok soo.. I was thinking.. There's always people who stare when we go out to eat and i always get carded at movies right? sooo I was thinking Joey could take you out to dinner, then the movie, then you swing by here and we tag out. you and me, romantic moonlight carriage ride and then the hotel." Yugi said quickly. 'Uh-huh..and what would you just so happen to be doing while I'm out with joey?" Anzu asked, looking over at joey who had peeled his shirt off and tossed it over, to help. and noticing his 6 pack again, as she tugged Yugi's shirt off and saw basically baby fat. "welll er.. I'm gonna need to sleep this vodka off..and er..the OJ is gonna give me a little bit of the runs.." Yugi said, poking two fingers together and looking nervous. "...So you want me, before going out to eat, on our big date night to diaper you up and tuck you into your crib." anzu said, in a flat tone. "welll yes? and you know..maybe a cute dress.." Yugi said, looking anywhere but at her now. "...I hope you wanted to be spanked first. because even if you didn't your ass is getting spanked." she said then flashed a smile to him., then looked over to joey. "You, go shower, dress nice. not you're take on nice, nice nice." She instructed as Joey smirked and gave a thumbs up. Turning her attention back to Yugi, Anzu grabbed his pants and tugged them down, noticing that Yugi was in a pair of training pants. "...you were of course going to take these off before we went out if i said no right?" she asked, looking at the faded picture of dark magician girl. "and tell me thats the screwdriver soaking them, not.." "Yes and er..no." Yugi said. "...come on little girl, you're in for it." She said and grabbed Yugi by the ear, leading him towards the basement. "Ow! owie owie owie! yesh mommy!' the little twerp whined and whimpered, but the tent in his training undies showed he was in sissy loser heaven. Joey was whistling as he took a quick shower, it was really just too god damn easy sometimes. truthfully, he'd been getting a crush on Anzu for a few months now, and could see just how fed up she was getting with Yugi making her waste weekends changing his shitty diapers. what the little dork needed was a wake up call that Anzu wasn't gonna sit around forever and Joey figured this was the best way to do it (even though Yugi was already taking steps to show he could be more then a big sissy baby, Joey liked his plan better.) besides, she really did deserve someone better then lil Yugi. not that he didn't like him, Yugi was still his best friend..just, it was hard to respect someone who go his rocks off humping teddy bears in pink diapers with a finger of ginger in his ass. What Anzu needed, and Joey was sure she would agree after tonight, was a ride on a real man's dick. heck, she could probably even dump Yugi and just keep babying him and the little freak would thank her. as Joey thought about the look on Yugi's face when/if Anzu dumped him, he had to take a longer shower then he intended to clear out the slices so to speak and not be too eager. While joey was showering upstairs, in the basement Anzu was already switching into her full on mean mommy role. "Your such a little loser Yugi., i can't believe you would rather be spanked and diapered, and shit yourself then go out to a adult restaurant. I bet if we were eating at McDonald's so you could play in the play-area you'd be all for it, though you'd likely still end up crapping yourself." She scolded, leading over to a bench that had soft padding on the top of it, and shackles for the little sissy's ankles and wrists. "Yesh mommy. I'm sorry mommy." Yugi said, breathing fast as he got himself over the bench, belly first, his training pants having been ripped off by Anzu. Anzu came around and secured him to the bench, making sure the shackles were a little tighter then normal and making sissy Yugi whimper softly. "uh mommy, thats a li-" Yugi started to whined and quickly Anzu stuffed his soaked training pants in his mouth. she had rolled them up, but with the pissy/booze soaked side out and that was what pressed on Yugi's tongue as half of it stuck out of his mouth, and the out half gagged him. the Lil sissy mmffh and whined, he was NOT a fan of water sports or gross stuff like that and had made it clear but Anzu just smiled sweetly. "Whats wrong little Yugi? are you not getting what you expected tonight?" she asked, crouching down, stroking his hair. "That's just awful. I wouldn't know anything about getting a unpleasant surprise." she added mockingly, and kissed his forehead. "well if you want that pissy pull up out of your mouth, let mommy know."  Anzu said and smirked, standing up and putting a hand to her ear. she listened to the little loser whimper and mumble around the soaked pull up, knowing it was just making more of the screwdriver and his piss trickle down his throat. "well if your sure." she teased and walked over, wiggling her hips and tapped a finger on her cheek, as she looked over the assortment of paddles on a display shelf, close to the bench. "Hmm what do you think Yugi, something nice and tame, or something that'll have your poor buns begging for mercy?" she asked, running her finger on a plain wooden paddle then over a black leather with small metal studs in it one. It was right about then that Yugi started to see that maybe he should of just gone on the date, and not asked for this. Mommy was acting in a scary way and if Yugi's mouth had been free he'd be saying marshmallow fluff (his safe word) over and over. Sadly all he could do was cry out around the pissy diaper and struggle a little as Anzu picked up the studded paddle. "hmm? whats wrong Yugi? you don't think this will be enough?" She asked, a very evil grin on her face. "Well i could always get the liquid heat and pour it over the paddle. you remember how much that burns and aches for hours~" she said and reached for the bottle. "if you don't want your spanking to burn and ache super bad you better speak up now Princess Yugi." she said and thumbed the cap open and held the paddle out, ready to coat it. Yugi shook his head no and let out muffled screams around his pull up gag, he HATED the liquid heat and it was only suppose to be for when he was in a total pain slut mood! tears dripped down his cheeks and he pleaded with Anzu with his eyes. "Awww, How can I refuse those eyes. I'll make sure to pour lots on for you princess." Anzu chuckled and squirted the bottle over the paddle, coating it nice and thick. With the paddle dripping the liquid heat (which was mixed at a rate of 60 percent water to 40 percent of the stuff, Anzu didn't wanna have to rush Yugi to the ER) Yugi was shaking his head like crazy and she wasn't stupid, she knew he was pleading with her NOT to do this but damn it, maybe the little sissy would think twice before bailing on part of a date with her again. "brace yourself Sissy." She advised and then swung HARD with the paddle, making Yugi's bubble butt almost deform around the force of the blow and the little sissy shrieked in pain. She wasn't anywhere near done yet though, and followed up with a series of rapid blows to the big baby's bubble butt, quickly turning it red as Yugi thrashed and screamed on the bench, and despite it all his little sword was getting stiff even as he suffered. "Hmmm, thats funny..you're cries say 'mommy please stop' while your Lil wiener says 'mommy smack my balls.'" anzu teased and Yugi froze, looking over his shoulder and shaking his head no as much as he could. he had drool leaking down his chin and tears stained his cheeks, and even his nose was running! "awww, who's a scared widdle sissy? you are! yes you are!" she coo'ed and rested the paddle on his buns, coated side down and walked around to the front of the bench, kneeling down and wiping his nose with a rag. "i'm gonna take your gag out, but only if you promise to take it back if i want. do you promise Yugi?" she asked, and yugi whimpered and shut his eyes, nodding his head. "Look at me yugi, open those cute eyes and look mommy in the eyes and nod." she said and tickled his chin. the paddle was burning his poor abused cheeks, but Yugi opened his eyes and nodded, looking at anzu. "OK, then relax your jaw..yup just like that anddd there we go!" She coo'ed, tugging the pull up out and noting the teeth marks in it. "there, i bet that tastes better huh?" she asked. Yugi coughed and gagged a few times, but refrained from spitting then gave out a weak whimpering yes. "now my naughty little sissy loser." anzu coo'ed and stroked his hair. "i have a choice for you. Mommy can spare your cute little balls from a smack from Mr.paddle. but if she does that, then your pissy little pull up goes back in your mouth..or I can dig out a soaking wet diapie out of your diaper pail. " she paused smirked at the face Yugi made at that suggestion. "the diapie will stay in your cute widdle mouth till me and Joey come back by the way. OR.." Yugi gulped, really hoping that he would like the OR option. "Or you can keep your mouth diaper free and take your ball busting like ~snort~ a man."   Yugi groaned, he didn't like either choice but in the end if he had to pick between sucking on a pissy diaper or getting his balls smacked... "Hurry up and chose Lil lady, or mommy will do BOTH." Anzu added, tapping her wrist. "Smack my balls smack my balls smack my balls!" Yugi yelped out, and a spurt of pee hit the cold stone floor of the basement dungeon. (this was exactly why they had refused to put in hardwood or a carpet.) "well if your sure." Anzu teased and kissed Yugi's cheek, licking off the tear trail and got up, grabbing the paddle and making sure to avoid his little puddle. "For the record, you know you're going to be cleaning that up before i put you down for your nap right?" Anzu commented, swinging the paddle a few times and zeroing in her aim. "Y-yesh mommy. I'll get get the mop and be a good widdle maid!" Yugi whimpered, shaking in fear, he KNEW how much this was going to hurt! "Oh, who said anything about a mop.. You'll be LICK it up..unless you want extra smacks on your cute widdle balls." She chuckled, and tapped the paddle on his exposed nuts, the liquid heat mostly off by not but still burning his sensitive little orbs. "No! no no! I'll lick it up mommy!" Yugi wailed and Anzu giggled. "Good girl!" she praised, the drew back and slammed the paddle home. Joey was out of the shower and dried off, in his dress pants and a dress shirt, combing his hair as a ear piercing scream filled the house. "..that..that can't be good." he said to himself but went back to work getting himself ready, praying the neighbors hadn't heard anything.   Yugi came to as finished taping the last of the extra thick, super crinkly pink princess diapers around his hips and smiled sweetly down at the sore sissy. "welcome back to the land of the living. we'll have to start working on your balls more so you build up more of a tolerance." She said and blew Yugi a little kiss. Yugi for his part just groaned but lifted his legs up for Anzu as she grabbed a locking pair of pink plastic panties.  the plastic panties and the diapers together was over kill but yugi himself when they had first started this begged for massive thick diapers that would make him crawl, PLUS loved how warm and uncomfortable all that padding under the plastic pants could get. At least he did normally but after what had just happened he wasn't about to argue with mommy. "I'm glad you woke up though, Mommy needs to finish setting up widdle sissy loser Yugi up to suffer for a few hours so she can go get ready for her night on the town with a real man." She said and snapping the lock on the plastic panties into place, she tickled his tummy. "maybe when we come back for you, I'll take you out with you still all dressed up, you can let everyone see what a little sissy baby you are, wouldn't that be fun?" She added, , turning away now to go and pick a dress for her little wuss. Yugi blushed deeply at that. it was a idea that both excited him but he also knew how DUMB it would be, and struggling to sit up on the changing table he shook his head. "Nooo mommy! No outsies. Dem i can't make money n spoil you." yugi whined, going to slid his thumb in his mouth and realizing just now that his hands were in his pink locking mittens, making them useless. "well i suppose thats a fair point. Maybe we'll save it for anther time." anzu said and winked, coming over with a short pink dress,the skirt portion wouldn't even cover HALF of his massive diaper butt, and the top half had puffy shoulders and a little heart on the chest, with 'sissy loser' written in purple cursive in the heart. this along with his pink booties and mittens, and pink diapers had Yugi feeling like Such a little sissy loser and even as he lifted his arms up to help mommy get the dress on him, he was rocking back and forth in his diapies. with the dress tugged down anzu smirked and then lifted yugi up and down to the floor, pointing over to the puddle of urine that had naturally, gotten bigger. you're gonna go and be mommies good little piss drinker right?" she asked sweetly, then looked over at the paddle then back to Yugi. the message was clear and with his fat diapered bottom wiggling back and forth, and crinkling loudly, Yugi crawled over and leaned down. sticking his touge out a little bit, he dipped it into the puddle and made a face, but a impatient sign from mommy told him to hurry up and yugi closed his eyes. 'just pretend it's a soda thats gone bad.' he thought to himself and started to lap the puddle up. watching Yugi actually slurp up his piss, anzu curled a lip in disgust, she hadn't really been gonna beat his ass again if he hadn't, just scolded him since she wouldn't of had time to get ready if she had to re-diaper him. she would of assumed Yugi knew that but there he was, slurping down his puddle and as he finished, he gave her a weak smile. "T-tastes good mommy." he said. "..well then, if you like it so much, you can drink it more often." anzu said, smiling sweetly and laughing mentally at the look of panic on his face. "Now crawl over to mommy so she can tie you down to your crib and leave you to lay here and think about what a total loser you are, that you'd rather suffer down here in a hot stuffy basement in thick diapers and with a gut full of piss instead of going out with your gorgeous girlfriend." she teased. Yugi gulped but crawled over, and stopped at her feet, reaching up with his arms and she smiled and picked him up, sitting him on her hips and headed for the crib, pausing to look in the mirror in the nursery. "Your SUCH a loser yugi." anzu whispered in his ear. "Maybe me and joey will get drunk and just come home and pass out, leaving you down here, still a virgin.. a big, sissy baby loser virgin." she added and smirked as yugi whimpered, but started to hump her side. getting over to the crib she ploped Yugi down in it, hard on his butt, but the little sissy didn't complain. instead he crawled and laid down in position, making sure his arms were above his head and legs spread,while Anzu double checked the hands free phone system they had installed in the crib. (all teasing and tormenting aside, when they DID go out and left Yugi in the crib, Her and joey liked to make sure he could be safe, so the phone would allow him to call them, or even 911 if needed..though the phone calls were logged and using the phone for anything but a emergency was a HUGE no no.) with the phone working right, she then double checked all the restraints, making sure they were good and tight, and would hold the loser before snapping them on his wrists and ankles, "ok yugi, test time. try and get free." she said, leaning on the crib rail. Yugi nodded and struggled, tugging and twisting and just working himself up into a sweat, but there was NO getting free like that. "Good. now since you liked drinking your piss up so much, I have a special treat for you." anzu said, then left the side of the crib and as Yugi watched her though the crib bars, she opened up his diaper pail, and made a face, waving a hard. "whew! I should be mad you didn't clear this out like i told you, but it works out!" she said, reaching down and grabbing out two VERY soiled diapers, and putting them in the crib. they were far enough away that if yugi didn't fuss too much he shouldn't get his face in them, but the poor widdle sissy would be huffing their reek all night. "oh, I slipped some poopie pills up your bum while you were out. they should be taking affect soon. have a good nap loser, Mommy lovers you!" anzu giggled and waved bye bye to the little sissy. "G-Goodnight kiss?" Yugi whimpered, and puckered up his lips. "after you were slurping up piss? no thanks. " anzu said and walked away laughing, leaving yugi to squirm and whimper, and throb in his pampers. After a quick shower and a change into a evening gown, anzu and joey who looked very dashing in his dress clothes headed out, with her telling him all about what she had done to Yugi. "I kinda feel a little guilty." she admitted. "I really went over board with it today and hope he'll forgive me." "ah come on." joey said, taking a sip of champagne as they rode the limo that Yugi had booked.  "Did he say his safe word at ANY time during all of it?" "well no..but I think he was scared too." "well let me ask you this.. when you were beating on his ass, and making him lick that piss up.. did it feel better then when you normally dom him? making him do stuff he actually hates as punishment for being too much of a sissy baby loser to man up for a full night?" As he spoke Joey moved in closer and then kissed and nibbled on anzu's neck. "J-joey! Uhh.. well.." She paused, an drained her own glass of the bubbly. "It.. it felt awesome..and I was so pissed off at him." She admitted. "and when you told him no kisses, I bet your panties were soaked." Joey added,, pausing from the kissing to refill her glass. "God yes! the look on his stupid little face!" she said, then covered her mouth. "hey, it's ok..admit it..you don't just call him a loser and berate him so he can cream his pissy pampers.. You really do think he's just a diaper filling loser. right?" Joey asked and smirked, a hand reaching out and fondling anzu's tits, giving her the attention that that stupid diaper filling sissy never could and making her feel wanted as a woman..not as a mommy. "Ah..oh fuck.. Joey.." "In fact, i don't think we should go back to the house at all.. do you REALLY wanna let that diaper shitting sissy loser fuck you?" Joey asked, setting his glass down and rubbing her breasts with both hands. "F-Fuck..no..I..I wanna fuck a real man.." She moaned, and then pulled Joey in for a deep kiss, mashing her touge with his. There was a clock in the nursery, close to the crib and it was lit by the nightlight that provided the only light source in the stuffy basment. Yugi had already soaked his diapers and added to the stench to the room, filling out the seat of his diapers with a mushy load that had at first been nice and soothing but after a few hours was making his bum and crotch itchy and uncomfortable. he had drifted off into a uneasy sleep only to wake up when he had turned enough to plant his face in the seat of one of the taped up dirty diapers and had noticed that it was after 11. Joey and anzu should of been back by now, but here he was, still stuck in his crib, still a big loser sissy, and now a stinky one at that. he's give it till midnight before he tried calling them though, and hoped that they were ok, even as a nagging little voice in the back of his head whispered to him. "you know they're not coming back for you.. you lost your one and only chance to have sex so you could wiggle around in poopie pampers. you might as well plant your face back in that shitty diaper and hump your diapers, and try to cum because you KNOW your so called best friend is fucking her rotten." Yugi shut his eyes and tried to block out the voice, to ignore the mental images coming to his mind even as he started to wiggle and air hump his stinky poopie diapies, turning his head and planting his face in the other poopie diapers, as he got close to his climax, the last thought yugi would have before conking back out for a few hours.. was he hoped anzu would keep him a diaper humping virgin forever. the end

[pseudonymfox]

A lifetime

@Modern!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: We fall in-Love with 3 People in our lifetime… Each one for a specific reason.

Warnings: fluff, character-death, loss, emotions, anger, first love

A/N: It’s this accounts second birthday and here something to celebrate it YAAAY. Thats also gonna be a mini series ;) Tags are open!

First love: This love happens at a young age. You eventually grow apart or call it quits over silly things. When you get older you may look back and think it wasn't love. But the truth is, it was. It was love for what you knew love to be.

His name, Bucky Barnes. Childhood friends and neighbors thanks to your families since moving to Brooklyn at the age of three. You grew up and spend most of your time together, it was just natural for you to be something more at one point as your parents like to say. Both of you didn't saw that, of course until it was almost too late. But let's get back to the beginning... 

As you sat there in the background of the main dancefloor, looking down at all the students dancing together, some of them mixing liquor secretly into their drinks, shy freshmen standing awkwardly around, the popular girls who are probably gossiping about everything that gets into their sight and then there's you who sits further away with no date while waiting for your friend who even tho has a date doesn’t show up or respond to your texts. 

Bucky was even the one who convinced you to come and have fun with him and his date, basically as the third wheel. 

Neither him or you were really like fitting in any of the typical groups and as Sadie, the leader of the cheerleader team suddenly asked him to be her date, Bucky of course said yes, even after you told him she was just trying to make fun of him.

Not wanting to wait longer, you just got up as you saw perfect little Sadie enter the hall. All alone, so you walked her way. 

"Where's Bucky?" you asked, crossing your arms over your chest. She immediately looked you up and down. 

"Oh Bucky..yeah. I got asked out last second by Jason so I went with him." Sadie told you. "And you told Bucky right? Where is he?" 

"I guess he just figured that out himself. I don't know where he is and I don't care either" she said as it wasn't obvious enough before moving out of your sight and bumping not so innocently into you making you stumble to the side. 

Thinking that he must be at home, you walked out of the hall and went straight towards home in your way to uncomfortable heels. At least it didn't take you that long otherwise you would have taken the train. 

Much to your surprise Bucky sat outside waiting as if Sadie would still come around. It hurts to see him like this. 

“Shouldn’t you be at school?” he asked before giving you even a chance to say something. “I could ask yourself ask you that too” you chuckled, trying to lighten up his mood a bit. 

"I mean it (Y/N). Get back to school, at least one of us should enjoy it" he got off the stairs and back in the building. 

"I am not going back there if you are not there either. It's stupid anyway so why don't we do something instead?" With these words he stopped and turned hesitant to you, but also with excitement in his eyes. 

"Wait right there for a second" he said and rushed inside. Rolling your eyes you rubbed your arms up and down, it began to get kind chilly but before you had to stand there any longer, Bucky came back out again swirling a pair of keys around his fingers and a slight smirk on his lips. You knew these keys which worried you which Bucky should be too. 

"Bucky your dad.."you sighed concerned. His father wasn't the nicest Person, especially not Bucky. It's scary to meet him sometimes and he always tried to cut things short with him before his father would find a new reason to throw a fit. 

"It's going to be fine. Let's make this a good night's. Just the two of us" Bucky convinced you, but you were still wary. For a good reason. 

"But you dad. We both know what-" you stopped as this silly shushed you and held his hand over your mouth. 

"No 'buts'. Just get in the car (Y/N). If I destroyed your homecoming than at least let me make it up for it" he pushed you back around and opened your car door waiting for you to get in. Which you did and soon after you found yourself outside the City. The big skyscrapers disappearing in your mirror and the sky getting cleared up so you actually got to see stars which was so rare if you didn't get to do these kinda road trips as often as you wished it to be. One of a few more reasons to get out of there if you have the chance. 

"Why so far off Bucky. Did you secretly plan this?" You chuckled as turning your head back to him. 

"Maybe I did think that I didn't had to be one this homecoming dance all night long and take someone special out here who I knew would like it out of special reasons" he winked your direction, eyes switching from you and the street a couple of times. If you only knew Bucky thought to himself. While all you could think about Sadie not even deserving a single bit off of him. 

"I know you hate to hear this, but she is not worth it like at all. If I had the self confidence I wish I had then I would have beat this bitch up" you said, throwing both of you in a fit of laughter, that you made forgot the world with him. Driving off the main street you found yourself on a rather uneven road with nothing but fields surrounding it until Bucky hit the breaks, stopping the car which was a rather older truck that seemed to barely hold on to life. "Now? Is it your plan to kill me out here because of what I did to you years ago.." you joked with him in a deeper voice as if it was a old movie.

"Dork" he replied with a grin before jumping out and onto the back of the truck. Following right after him you stayed rather on the ground watching what he wanted to do next. 

"Care to join?" He asked after scattering some blankets onto the ground, holding his hand out to you and pulling you up to him. 

"And then he took that knife from behind his back-" joking again, he cut you off with a shoulder bump. Sitting down crossed legged you watched Bucky laying down and watching the sky turn colors from the orange, red sunset in the dark night, stars popping up here and there to light up the sky a bit. 

"I'm really sorry about today Buck" you laid off your silly attitude and tried to be serious at least for now. 

"Not your fault (Y/N). I didn't wanted to come in the first place remember. Don't remember why I changed my mind in the first place" he sighed out, one hand under his head and one at his side holding your. 

"Cause I wanted you to be there. See it's kinda my fault. I just wanted both of us to remember this kinda stuff" He probably didn't think about stuff like you did, but along some of your circumstances, you tried to make your school time somewhat nice for the both of you. "What kinda stuff do you mean?" Bucky said a bit quieter this time, turning his head to you. "You know..the usual stuff. What other normal people do. We just don't have that, no friends, we don't do clubs after school, no getting drunk or getting invited to anything" 

Maybe you ranted a bit too much but school is hard and life outside school is harder. Bucky sat up now, releasing this is not you joking around with him and that you spoke this with honesty. 

"What is so wrong with this. Not perfect, but who cares and we don't need that either" he told you making you look back up while holding your hands in his. Now you never really thought much about the little things, but it showed you more and more that there might be more to that friendship with him. Inching closer you wanted to take the next step, giving yourself a kick to kiss your best friend "because we have each other?" Mocking him a little too much, Bucky went to stand up again. 

Great job you thought to yourself. 

"We should go now. Don't wanna be late. My dad has work soon" he sighed out going back inside and starting to drive back home. 

Bucky didn't like to show it much, but he got nervous around his dad, knowing how he can be and what he can be. His knuckles turned white from gripping the steering wheel too tight, overstepping the speed limit just a tiny bit, all these details showed his fear. As he parked the car you both practically jumped out the car. Pacing back inside. 

"Bucky if..I mean if something happens, you come over alright?" you stuttered out before he could go back inside, not wanting him to be late, but you need to remind him that you're there for him even if he knew that. 

"I know. Thank you for tonight (Y/N)" bucky kissed your cheek. 

"I should thank you Buck" you could only reply before you both went inside your homes. Still worry lacing thoughts, you tiptoed into your room and got into bed as soon as possible for a good night sleep and well deserved rest after saying a quick apology to your parents. 

And in the middle of the night you woke up by the slight background voices, yelling and other loud noises that didn't sound too far off. Standing back up from your bed, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes to look what is going on in the hallway, even if you had a bad feeling about what it could be as the voices got clearer. 

"Don't you dare come back inside!! If I am losing my job because of you than you might as well be the one who takes care of that family!!" you understood now and heard the familiar voice yelling. 

A quick look outside you wanted to check things, but with shock you saw Bucky is sitting outside his door. 

"Bucky?" You asked softly, but as he turned to your voice coming the hallway you noticed his bruised eye, cut on the cheek and lip. Blood running down the side of his face. With that you got outside and walked up to him. 

"Oh my god Bucky.." you whispered and hunched down to him. 

"It-It's fine" he whimpered a bit, shaken up and hurt. That was by far not the first time. His mother was a sweetheart, but to scared to do something. Having enough of sitting there you helped him up and took him to your place. Your parents knew about that, but never really said anything. Sitting him down on your bed you returned from the bathroom with your first aid kit and a some frozen peas to cool it. As you stitched him and cleaned the blood off of him you were the first one to say something again. 

"I shouldn't even let you go back inside there" you told him silently. 

"You don't have to think that everything is your fault" he stopped your hand from holding the peas onto his face that started to slightly burn. 

"We should go to bed now. Let's talk tomorrow alright" you asked him, but he only hunched over and laid back under the covers, you beside him with your eyes already dropping not being fully there anymore until Bucky just got closer and kissed you. Wincing a bit as his face stings. Somehow with everything going around you, careless and abusive parents, no friends, school barely surviving. This was the only thing that felt really right. 

Bucky was and always is your best friend. The one you could trust no matter what. Since that night somehow it didn’t really change much besides the actual couple stuff and spending even more time together if that was even possible at that point. It’s both of your last year in school and you talked about what happened afterwards since you got accepted at a college in atlanta and Bucky wanted to stay home and help his family out since his Mom got sick and can’t work anymore. You’ve been understanding but what he didn’t know is that you are scared for what might come. New York isn’t just around the corner if you would wanted to keep this upright. Of course it's not just the relationship, it’s your whole friendship. There wasn’t anyone else like Bucky for you. 

“I have a present for you” Bucky came in your room with an envelope in his hands. He looked way to excited as he gave it into your hands waiting for you to open it. 

“Did I forget some special day if yes, then since when do we do that?” you asked suspiciously. Opening it you saw a flight ticket towards New York. It made you rather emotional than happy.

“We haven’t talked about it yet but we gotta at some point and I am fully in this relationship if you are too” 

“That was so cheesy, you hated that didn’t you?” you laughed with a quiet sob, not holding your emotions in really well.

“Yes I did but I showed you where I am standing. I also got myself a ticket to Atlanta so we can switch things up” he said showing the other ticket in his pocket.  “It’s going to work (Y/N)” 

You hugged each other with a following kiss and that gave you some kind of hope.

This sadly not everlasting last year came to an ending. All your stuff was already packed up in boxes and on it’s way to your dorm thanks to your parents who told you they would drive down there themselves while you are waiting for your flight with Bucky by your side. Time to say goodbyes.

“I think that is the longest we won’t be able to see each other” you have been crying multiple times before so you tried to stop that but tears kept coming the whole last week. 

“We said no more crying alright? Just a few months. We can do this” Bucky said but his eyes were also red and his cheeks stained. Nothing helped this right now and neither did as your flight was called up.

“Time to go. See you soon alright. Call me when you landed.” he kissed you another time trying to make it last forever until you had to cut it off to catch a breath. 

“I love you Bucky” you said with another peck on his lips. 

“I love you too (Y/N)..so much” he hugged you tight before you went to walk away, looking another time back to him with a big smile on your faces to comfort each other as you walked to the doors. 

College was harder than you thought and getting really into this life might be almost harder, you had a roommate but she was not really open minded to making new friendships. One time she punched a hole in the wall cause something was wrong with the pizza she ordered. Classed kept you from anything really. Sleeping, eating, calling your boyfriend or getting some time for yourself. Bucky on the other side found himself a job and couldn’t call you as much as you both liked too. If you had the time it wasn’t long and you didn’t know what to say sometimes. It was mostly complaining about your life and problems. It brought back the fear you had as you left which turned into anger that added to your thousand other problems. One day as you were in class, Bucky called which was surprising since he worked normally at this time and he knew you classes at this time of the day. It must have been urgent you thought and went outside with your stuff as quick as possible and took the call. “Bucky? Shouldn’t you be working?” you asked waiting in front of the door hoping to get back inside, not wanting to fall behind in every single class.

“Uhm it’s George, listen I don’t know why he didn’t call earlier but tomorrow is Winnies funeral. She passed a few days ago..” Bucky’s dad told you over the line, out of shock you almost forgot to reply. How could he not tell you that? But that didn’t matter right now. 

“I’m so sorry to hear that sir. I’ll be there of course. Thank you for letting me know”

“No problem. I’ll send you the info. See you then” were his last words before hanging up. It took you a moment to realise all of this. His Mother always treated you as you were a part of this family. So nice and respectful didn’t even your parents treat you. Your last two classes have been hell and you could barely concentrate on any of the subjects. As soon as you got back to the dorm you packed a bag and went to the airport trying to get the next flight with one of Bucky’s tickets. Luckily one was right on time so you would land in New york in time and you did but the traffic there was as always horrible. Cursing at the cab driver a couple of times actually helped as he practically threw you out at the church where the funeral is getting held. Scurrying down the path you saw them already walking away, cursing under your breath you could punch a tree right now. Bucky still didn’t turn around and his father only gave you a slight nod as he walked also past you. Taking that as a hint you walked carefully up to him. “Bucky..” you said not even getting out as secure as you thought your voice would be. Turning with widened eyes towards the sound of your voice you could see the hurt written all over his face and body language. There weren’t words that came to either your minds as he took a big step towards you, who took him in a big hug as he sobbed quietly in your shoulder. Standing there for a while you just enjoyed each other presence giving him as much time as he needed and wanted. 

Later on you sat down with him a little bit away on a bench. 

“Why didn’t you tell me Bucky. I mean I know it got worse with her the last month and that might be not the right time to talk about that but.. I just thought we can talk about that?” you asked him.

“I just couldn’t think about anything and you just haven’t been there” he said and let go of your hands. 

“What? I mean I understand but just because I am not here doesn’t mean you can’t talk to me or I am out of this world” you tried not to get it to your head and take that with respect towards him. 

“Yes it does (Y/N). I don’t know if you noticed but since you have been in Atlanta, everything went straight downhill and you can’t tell me that everything stayed how it is. It’s just not the same” Bucky raised his voice a bit and each of that words cut into your skin making you almost think it’s your fault what happened. Thinking that it’s just been a harsh few months for him you tried to comfort him some more by just simply holding his hand but something in him snapped with your next words. “I understand Bucky-” you could only brought out. 

“No you don’t understand, you don’t! Why did we think that works out so well?” he stood up, pacing up and down in front of you. 

“You were the one who gave us this hope by buying the tickets?” you snapped back at him. “I mean the whole relationship. Why destroying the friendship when we knew about college and all of that” Bucky started to yell at some point.

“Don’t say that because you don’t mean that!” you replied trying to calm him. 

“But it’s the truth. Tell me why we did that? Couldn’t have stayed the same because that would make it much easier. It was all so silly..” he swallowed hard, realising how wrong the words might sounded and with this you understood, even you told yourself the whole time that this was only the circumstances right now. But that simply went too far.  

“Then I am going to make that much easier for you since I am that much of a pain in the ass. Hope you never have to see me again” you threw the flowers you bought at him and left. Never looking back again you told yourself.

Everyone keeps thinking the first love is the one forever until it breaks your heart for the first time. Later you will eventually learn the true meaning behind this...

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[writinginstardust]

Tell Me You Love Me

Pairing: Isaak Andreyev x reader

Request: @thats-so-bucky asked “ and one last one: Staring At The Other’s Lips, Trying Not To Kiss Them, Before Giving In with Isaak😍😊 ” from the kiss prompts

Warnings: one swear word

A/N: I forgot just how much I love Isaak and how much I love writing about him. He’s such a cutie an I get to write such adorable stuff with him and it’s so much fun. hope you like it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Word Count: 1433

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“What do you mean you don’t know how to dance!?” I almost yelled. Isaak just shrugged and offered a small sheepish smile. 

“I was poor, then I was a soldier, and then a guard here. I’ve never needed to know.”

“Well you need to know now. Come find me after lunch and I’ll teach you.”

And that was how I found myself in Isaak’s arms, wincing when he stepped on my foot again and trying to focus on teaching him rather than staring the way I wanted to. 

“Remember the rhythm.” He still messed it up. “Okay, let me lead for a bit.” He was better now with his focus solely on the steps and not where he was going.

“I think I’m getting the hang of it.” He said, grinning when a full minute passed without a misstep.

“Good. Now you take the lead.” He paled a little but gave it a go. It wasn’t great but it wasn’t a catastrophe so I decided to call that a success. “That’s it, you’re getting there. Remember it’s about confidence.”

“That’s the problem though isn’t it? I don’t have much.”

“Well we’ll work on that too. If you’re going to pass as Nikolai, you’re going to need to act like you’ve got all the confidence in the world.”

“How do I do that?” I looked in his eyes. They were practically pleading. My heart cried out, wanting to help him even though I barely knew how myself. I was damn well going to try though.

“Think of something you want to do. Got it?” He nodded. “Now think what’s stopping you. Not the excuses you’ve come up with. What’s really stopping you?” He seemed to deflate a little. That definitely wasn’t what I wanted. “What is it?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Tell me.” He looked at me for a minute, considering.

“There’s a girl. I really like her and have for a long time but she’s way too good for me. I want to kiss her, to tell her how I feel, but I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because she’s incredible and gorgeous and kind and funny and I’m just me. I could never be enough for her.”

“That’s bullshit.”

“What?”

“You are enough. Whoever this girl is, you’re more than enough for her. Isaak, you’re amazing. You’re risking everything to help us, to help Nikolai and keep Ravka safe. We’re all throwing you in at the deep end, far outside your comfort zone but you’re never fazed. You do everything we ask, you don’t complain, and you make me believe that this could all turn out okay. You’re one of the bravest men I’ve ever met and you’re almost definitely the sweetest. I look forward to working with you every day and I wake up happy knowing I’ll see you and you’ll make me laugh at lunch. If this girl can’t see what a great person you are and how lucky she is then she is the one who doesn’t deserve you."I paused for a moment after my rambling tirade. "So, I’ll ask again: why aren’t you going for it?”

“Because I’m scared.”

“Isaak, you’re going to be impersonating our king in a few weeks. If you can do that, you can tell this girl how you feel. Even if she doesn’t feel the same, there’s no reason not to try.” He didn’t look convinced but nodded anyway.

“Okay, I’ll think about it.”

“Why don’t you practice on me? It might help take some of the pressure off.”

“I can do that.”

“Go ahead.”

“Hi,” he started awkwardly, definitely nervous.

“Hi.” I smiled and squeezed his hand. “Relax Isaak, it’s just me.”

“Right.” He took a deep breath and continued, more confidence in his voice than before. “There’s something I need to tell you. I’ve felt this way for a while and if you don’t feel the same that’s fine but I need to say it. You’re amazing, you’re smart, funny, caring, beautiful, and one of the best people I know. I’m sure you don’t need me to tell you that, a hundred people probably have before, but I want you to know you mean the world to me and even though I don’t deserve you I-” he was rambling so I cut him off.

“What are you saying Isaak?”

“I’m saying…I’m saying I love you (Y/N). And if you’ll let me, I’d like to take you out some time.”

“That was great! Try not to ramble so much though. It’s cute but it’s better to be concise.”

“Noted.”

“We can try again. Maybe use the right name this time so you don’t muddle them up when you do it for real.”

“…I…I was using the right name.”

What…? …Oh.

“You mean…?” He swallowed thickly and nodded, his nerves making an obvious return.

“Yes.” It was so quiet I almost didn’t catch it.

“…Oh.” I was surprised to say the least. Never did I imagine Isaak might feel that way about me. He mistook my reaction and started trying to pull away.

“I knew it was a bad idea.”

“Isaak wait.” I tightened my grip on his shoulder and hand to stop him getting any further. He stopped but didn’t look at me. “I…I love you too. You just surprised me. I never thought you’d feel the same.” At that he finally looked up at me again and stepped closer.

“Saints, (Y/N), of course I would. How could I not? If you didn’t get it from my rambling earlier, I think you’re incredible.” My cheeks heated from the compliment.

“Well I think you’re pretty incredible too.”

Neither of us spoke again for a while. I wasn’t entirely sure what to do now and I didn’t think he was either. His hand was still on my waist and he started moving his fingers lightly. It felt good and I started to relax. 

I glanced down from his eyes to his lips. The action was unintentional and was supposed to be brief but my eyes got caught there as I noted, not for the first time, how soft they looked. I really wanted to kiss him. I bit my lip and tried to pull my eyes away so I didn’t give into the temptation.

Looking back in his eyes I found they weren’t focused on mine anymore. Now he was the one staring at my mouth. A strange expression crossed his face and I wouldn’t have recognised what it was if I hadn’t been doing the same thing moments ago. He wanted to kiss me too. And if we both wanted it, I didn’t see any reason not to. Isaak seemed to come to the same conclusion and we both gave in to that desire at the same time.

He pulled me closer as our lips met, both his arms coming to circle my waist lightly as I let go of his hand and lifted both my own to rest on his jaw. His lips were tentative in their movements, soft against mine, and a smile slipped onto my face. Everything about the kiss was perfect. It never deepened and I was more than content with that. His gentle touches felt like heaven and I would happily stay kissing him that way for hours.

“I thought you were meant to be teaching him to dance, not how to make out with our guests.” Isaak froze at the sound of Tamar’s voice and I slowly pulled away from him. Only far enough to turn my head though. She was leaning in the doorway, a knowing smirk on her face 

“I was teaching him to dance.”

“Didn’t look like it." 

I shrugged. "We got a little side-tracked.”

"I can see that. Well, you two have fun.” She waggled her eyebrows and shot us a wink that had heat rising to our cheeks before leaving us alone again. Isaak dropped his head, resting his brow against mine.

“That was embarrassing.”

“Why? Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?” I teased. His head shot up.

“No. Saints, no. Of course I’m-” he was so flustered and apologetic, I couldn’t help giggling at how cute he was.

“Isaak, relax, I’m kidding.” The tension left his shoulders and his arms tightened involuntarily around my waist. A relieved smile formed on his lips. I couldn’t help it. I leaned in to kiss him again. When he kissed me back, oh so softly, I melted a little. Kissing Isaak was fast becoming my favourite thing to do and I hoped he’d keep letting me for a long, long, time.

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Stay Ch. 16

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Pairing: Natasha X Reader (Female)

Summary: You have a gift, the ability to see other people’s innermost secrets. For years you used it to gather intel for the highest bidder when you take on The Widow. After she becomes more than a mark the two of you spend years stealing moments. Post snap you wait in your designated meeting place, look back on the sordid past you share with the woman you love and hope against everything that she’s still alive.

Warnings: Angst, and fluff, and feels oh my!

A/N:  So yeah I swear I wroth an authors note for this... but idfk what happened. 

ANYWAY! Thank you all for being so patient while I got my life together. This one is also short and sweet (guess that’s the mood I’m in). However, y’all should know me by now. This is just the calm before the storm. 

Hope you enjoy this one my pumpkins! 

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March 2007

At some point in the last five months, you’d stopped recognizing yourself. The woman in the mirror wasn’t Y/N. Her hair was different, down to even the eyebrows. Her accent distinctly that of a life long Londoner. She worked for an independent UK couture fashion magazine, chose wine over whiskey, and was distinctly heterosexual.

When the chance to work this job requiring deep cover came up in December you jumped on it. You didn’t want to be you anymore. The you that couldn’t be with the woman you loved. The you that was heartbroken. The you who was beginning to doubt that you’d ever be happy. Fuck her.

Being Charlie Daniels was far better. She was, of course, a real person. Just one who was now living comfortably in the Bahamas courtesy of MI6. Even legit agencies had use of freelance talent every now and then.

Settling into her life had been easy. Not setting her boss on fire or blowing his brains out daily was a different task altogether. Turned out that a magazine was a great front for a crime empire. Lots of international travel, young and beautiful and desperate men and women, money exchanged in countless untraceable ways, on and on. And this fucker was happy to take advantage of every single disgusting avenue it opened up.

You almost had everything you needed to hand to MI6, get your obscenely large payout, and get on to another gig while they threw all of these bastards into cells to rot for the rest of their miserable lives. Just one more trip. After whatever horrible things they lay out in Tokyo you’ll be set.

Tokyo is one of those cities you can lose yourself in. Like New York but better for its interesting balance of vibrancy and grounded reserve. You absolutely love it.

The whole point of the trip, at least on the surface, was to focus on Fashion Week Tokyo. Honestly, there was a part of you that wished this was your world. Nothing but runway shows and after parties. Writing about the latest trends rather than delving into the inner workings of the worlds miscreants

Oh well. It was nice enough to pretend. You had to admit that you’d miss Charlie Daniels once you shed this skin in a couple of weeks.

You’re sitting two people down from your boss at an underground show. The level of security here screams that there are other things going on behind the scenes but it’s still a room filled with a who’s who of the Japanese and international fashion communities.

This was your third show of the day, and you knew there would be a party after where you’d have to schmooze all while plucking information from your unsuspecting fellow guests. You’re exhausted. So rather than pay much attention to the show you let your mind wander.

When she walks out you feel her rather than see her.  Slowly you turn your head to stare dumbstruck at the model walking onto the catwalk. Your heart begins beating against your ribs, your mouth goes dry, your hands shake.

It takes every ounce of control you have to keep your emotions in. To not scream “Natasha!” at the top of your lungs. To not grab her and run for the hills. Charlie Daniels and her easy life be damned. It’s hard but you manage.

As she turns and comes back down, passing now closer to you, her eyes don’t graze  the crowd at all. Head up, shoulders back, she walks the runway like she’d been doing it for years.

The rest of the show is maybe ten minutes but it feels like years. You know the models are all attending the party. Eye candy for the high end guests.

It’s fairly easy to ditch your coworkers in the crowd as you try to find the best vantage point in the room without being too obvious. After a solid twenty minutes, you find yourself planning an escape route. Most of the models are milling about but she’s no where to be seen. You will find her.

But you know you can’t skip out just yet. At the bar, you order a red wine and make yourself seen. Charlie would never miss the whole party after all. You spend a bit chatting with designers and a few models, feigning interest in the whole thing until you hear your boss call out to you.

“Oy, Charlie!” Carl’s voice alone makes you want to put him down. When you turn he’s waving you over to the bar. Sighing heavily you head over.

You’re about ten feet away when you see her, head back laughing at something Carl or his friend had said. Both men are far to close to her for your liking and the hungry look on Carl’s face sets your blood boiling.

He slings an arm around your shoulders and you carefully coach your face to not show disgust. “Charlie here is my best writer. Doin’ some pieces for us on this whole thing,” he waves his other hand around wildly.

“Good to meet ya, Charlie, I’m Dan,” the other man, clearly American says.

“Likewise,” Natasha doesn’t react to the accent at all.

“This here is-”

“Natalie,” Natasha cuts him off, extending a hand to you. Holding her eyes with yours you take it. It’s like touching a live wire.

“Natalie is an American model working here in Japan. May be a good topic for a piece.” He ribs you leaning closer, “And a good piece for the office eh?” Suddenly that MI6 money seems far less appealing.

“I’d love that,” Natasha beams. “Why don’t you guys go mingle and Charlie and I can chat!” The men exchange a glance, but there’s plenty of fresh meat around to sink their teeth into.

Carl flashes you a greasy smile and a wink as he walks away. Thinking clearly that you’re going to snare this woman for him. You, unfortunately, had a few others. Not something you were proud of. Demands of the job you told yourself.

“She’ll take a vodka neat,” you tell the bartender.

“Yes,” Natasha smiles at him, “Whiskey for her. Makers if you have it.” He thinks nothing of it and makes your drinks.

“So, how’s modeling in Japan?”

“Probably about as good as writing for a sleazy jackal.”

You laugh, “That bad? What’s the goal.”

“Getting a cover,” you commend the clever word play.

“That’s a good goal. Long term?”

“Something like that.” She takes a sip of her vodka, “How long are you here?”

“End of the week.” Your skin itches to touch her. The men are rounding back. You hold her gaze and shift your eyes back to them. She catches on.

“Perfect! It’s so hard to have a good interview here, don’t you think?”

“Absolutely. Why don’t you come by my hotel?” You whip out your spare key card. “I’d love to get your story for the mag, maybe do a full feature.”

“A feature would be excellent exposure!”

“Wouldn’t it?” Carl slides up next to her. “We can get you all the exposure you could want Ms. Natalie.”

“Charlie was telling me all about it.” She flashes him a coy smile. “Thank you so much Charlie! I forgot I have a late fitting tonight for another show so I’ve got to run. But we’ll chat soon yeah?”

“Absolutely! It was so good to meet you Natalie.”

“Same! Bye!” She hurries through the crowded room and disappears.

“Busy girl.” Carl quips. “Whiskey?” You look down at the glass by your hand.

“Some guy sent them over,” you gesture to Natasha’s lipstick stained glass. “Seemed rude to refuse. Can’t stand the stuff though.”

“That’s a mans drink,” Carl laughs at his own perceived joke and you force a smile.

Somehow you make it through the rest of the evening. You’d refused to allow yourself to hope that she’d be here, too obvious to come the same night, better to wait. Kicking off your shoes you head straight to the mini bar and crack open a whiskey, downing it in one gulp.

“You really need to be more careful,” Natasha’s voice comes from the bathroom. “I mean not even checking around. Sloppy.”

“Charlie Daniels doesn’t have to check for Russian assassins in her bathroom,” a smile pulls your face so tight it hurts.

“Well, Natalie Rushman isn’t a Russian spy. So…”

You let your real accent resurface as you pull her into your arms, “Natalie Rushman, I don’t know if that’s clever or lazy.” She kisses you hard, tongue sliding over your lips hands gripping your ass.

“Mmm,” she hums. “Kinda like the accent.”

“Oh?” You revert to the clipped posh Londoner sound. “Would you rather be with Charlie? I hate to break it to you, she’s strictly into dick so you may need to get a bit creative.”

Natasha’s head falls back with laughter, “I’m always into a challenge but,” she cups your face in her hands, “I’d much rather Y/N, she’s got a cute accent too.” Your kiss is soft this time, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, honey.” Gently you push a strand of hair out of her face. “Is this smart? Are you gonna get-”

“I’m good. I wouldn’t be here if I thought there was risk.” She pulls away and tugs you toward the bed. “There’s no surveillance on me here, I check in every week, that’s it. This is strictly to build a cover.”

“Cover for what?” She gives you a sideways glance. “Right. National security.”

“Do you really want to talk about work?”

Smirking at her you push her back on the bed. “Maybe later.”

You lean down to her but she stops you by planting a strappy heel in the center of your chest. Trailing your fingers down her leg you snag a knife from her thigh holster. Carefully you slide the blade under the straps, the incredibly sharp edge cuts through the thin suede like it’s nothing.

“Those were very expensive you know,” eyes sparkling with desire.

You slip the shoe off and toss it aside. “I’ll buy you a new pair.” Your lips press against her ankle.  

Everything in your life until her was so fleeting. Even your own name, the sound of your own voice, who you were… But with her, you were grounded. You weren’t anything but her’s, you were Y/N.

Suddenly you’re overwhelmed. Caressing her muscular calf you just stare at her eyes. Emerald green, dark liner, lids heavy with lust and exhaustion.

“Natasha…” Your voice cracks and you fight for composure.

“Y/N? What is it?” She shoots up, cradling your face in her hands.

You shake your head, unable to really find the words and unwilling to send this storm of emotions to her. “I just…” You cover her hands with your own. It’s not that you don’t want her, you do. But…

“Can we just… I just wanna hold you…” Her expression immediately softens, eyes sparkling a touch with tears. “Sorry… I… I just…”

“I’d love that, baby.” Tenderly her lips brush yours, then your cheeks, your forehead, your eyelids as they flutter closed.

You shed your clothes and crawl into the plush bed. Holding tight to one another you spend hours drifting in and out of sleep, covering the other with soft kisses. Before the sun rises your hands wander southward.

This time you don’t fuck one another senseless. It feels like you’re trying to memorize every curve, every sound, every subtle thing that marks being together. You both know you many not get to do this for some time. The knowledge aches but it doesn’t make having her any less sweet.

Post Snap

You lean your head back on the wall behind the booth. The crying man from last night is gone, you find yourself hoping that he’s resting peacefully somewhere… even though you know it’s pointless to hope for such things.

There are more people filling the bar than there was before. The TVs are off, radios turned up, reporters frantically trying to determine what happened. It was global, that was clear. All planes grounded, trains stopped, communications spotty due to damaged cell towers.

A man speaks frantically to someone who seems to be a friend that he was heading to Nuremberg from Budapest, how the roads are almost not navigable. He doesn’t know if his family is even still there but he has to find out.

Despite his distress, your lips curl a bit at the mention of Budapest.

[shhh-no-ones-home]

dress to impress ryan sitkowski x reader

+++++++++ request from @ryansitkowskiswifey : "Hi! If you’re requests are still open which I hope they are 🤞, can I have a cute fluffy yet sexy one where the reader and Ryan go shopping? Maybe a dressing room moment?"

thanks for requesing, i hope you like it! i wrote the whole thing within the span of like two hours and its unedited so sorry if there are any mistakes

Song: I dare you by the regrettes

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"y/n, i love you, but can we please go home now."

i swung our arms back and forth as we walked into the next store.

"as soon as we're done here, i know exactly what i want i just have to try it on."

he sighed heavily.

"until you find something else you like or want."

i looked over at him and smiled.

"maybe."

a tall brunette woman approached us.

"welcome in, is there something i can help you two find today?"

i nodded.

"actually im looking for formal dresses, preferably above the knee but anything works really."

she nodded.

"follow me."

we did as told as she walked us through the store, back to the back by the dressing rooms. there was a large array and i knew id get lost in them soon enough. then she stopped and turned back around.

"here we are, is there anything else i could help you with? styles? sizes?"

i shook my head, squeezing ryans hand.

"nope i think i got it from here, thank you."

she nodded.

"alright, well if you need anything else ill be around."

she walked away and i began looking through the various types of dress, short, long, satin, velvet, everything you could think of. i let go of ryans hand and started pushing a few on the rack around to find my size. when i did i held it against my body.

"thoughts?"

he slouched forward a bit, tucking his hands into his hoodie pocket.

"it looks great, lets go."

i laughed a little bit.

"i have to try it on ry."

he looked distressed.

"fine."

i shook my head at him.

"here, help me look. i wrote everything down on this note that i need. come back with at least four dresses."

i handed him the slip of paper and he just stared at me.

"really?"

i nodded, a serious look on my face.

"yes, now go."

i turned him around and pushed him further away from me, releasing him into the wild to help me find what i needed. i went back to looking, pushing dresses around looking for the right color. we had been invited to a dinner party but it was themed. the invitation said that everything had to be vary specific shades of blues, purples, or black. so far i hadnt had any luck but this store seemed promising. after about twenty minutes ryan found me again holding what i had asked him for.

"that lady said you should try these on and that she would start a dressing room for you."

he said, making me laugh. i walked to him getting on my tippy toes and kissing his cheek.

"thank you ryan, i think im done over here anyways. lets go see what these look like."

i followed him back to the dressing rooms and there was the woman standing in the doorway.

"i started a room for you, it down the hall to the left, it has your name on it so its easy to find."

i nodded, looking back at ryan impressed.

"thank you, thats super nice."

she smiled at me and nodded, watching as ryan and i walked down the corridor. he helped me hang up the few dresses i had before walking back out to the small lounge area and sitting down.

"ill be here when youre done."

i peaked out the door.

"okay but i do want your honest opinion on all these."

"yes dear."

he said, making me shake my head and close the door behind me. i started with a few of them, trying them on and giving ryan a little show as i stepped out to the lounge area and spun in a circle each time. he seemed to be enjoying himself much more now. we had agreed on a few of them that we had liked the best already but the one i had the most hope for i left for last. it was a knee length body hugging dress, that was a deep navy color and covered in glitter and and rhinestones. it was perfect for the party. i slipped it on, pulling the zipper up the side and sliding my hands down over my torso to smooth it down. it really was stunning.

"you ready? i really think youre gonna like this one."

i said through the door.

"yeah babe, come on out."

i smiled to myself as i opened the door and watched and his mouth hung open.

"wow."

was all he could muster as he just stared at me with wide eyes. i did a little twirl like i had done for the other dresses but this time making sure he saw all of me equally. the dress had ruching on the back right where the ass was, making it much more accentuated. he breathed deeply.

"its a good thing we're in public."

he breathed out, making me laugh a little bit as i straightened the fabric down against my body.

"and whys that?"

i asked in a seductive voice and he swallowed hard.

"cause that dress makes me wanna take you right here and now."

he said lowly. i winked at him.

"maybe if i buy it i can try it on when we get home so you can tear it off of me."

he groaned low in his throat as i turned to walk back into the dressing room. i laughed quietly to myself as i looked in the mirror again. if i knew that was the reaction i was gonna get i wouldve started with this dress. but then again maybe its a good thing i waited, cause now we could go home and have at it and wouldnt have to wait. i smirked at the thought and moved to unzip the dress. when it wouldnt budge i froze. with how tight this dress was, there was no way i was getting out of this without unzipping it. i tried again, holding the dress together at the side in hopes to make things easier but still no luck. then the panic set in. i tried to pull it up my thighs but had to stop at my hips. i sighed.

"hey ry!"

i called.

"yeah?"

he said concerned.

"i need your help."

"okay?"

he asked and i cracked the door open, he could barely see in enough to see what was happening.

"can you come in here for a minute?"

he raised a brow at me before pocketing his phone and getting up.

"okay?"

he asked again, looking at me as i closed the door.

"the zippers broken."

i said defeated and he drew his brows together.

"what do yo mean its broke?"

i tried to pull it down to show him and it didnt work. then he reached for it and tried, pulling harder.

"okay okay do rip it, i dont even own it yet."

"yet?"

he said seductively and i hit his chest.

"just help me get it off. if anyone has had as much practice taking my clothes off its you, now get me out of this."

he laughed a little bit before stopping and thinking. i moved to slid it up my thighs again to no avail.

"okay, hold your legs as tight as you can together and im gonna try to pull it up."

i inhaled sharply and did as told, watching him slip his fingers under the hem and pulling it up with much more luck. i let out a loud sigh as the fabric sat loosely against my waist.

"thank god."

i said relieved.

"hey its not off completely yet."

i grabbed the fabric and went to pull it over my head but this time it got stuck on my boobs. ryan just laughed.

"for fucks sake."

i said annoyed.

"here let me help."

he squished my boob enough to pull it over then moving to the next one and doing the same. when it was over he helped me pull it over my head, laughing at my exasperated expression.

"thanks ry."

i said a little out of breath. he leaned down and kissed me gently.

"anything to get you out of your clothes."

he torted back, winking at me. its a good thing my face was already flushed or he wouldve seen the mad blush he caused to crawl onto my face. i threw the dress at him and started getting dressed.

"what, we dont get to go further?"

he joked and i rolled my eyes at him.

"if we can get out of here then you can do whatever the hell you want to me when we get home."

i pulled my shirt down over my head and looked at the sneaky grin he sent me.

"anything?"

he said maniacally.

"ill think about it."

he put the dress back on the hanger and handed it to me.

"ill take it."

[naughtyneganjdm]

The Savior - Chapter 19

Summary: The reader learns more about Negan's past while they try to enjoy their small vacation together. 

Characters: Negan & reader

Warnings: Swearing and the after effects of parental abuse. 

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11995341/chapters/40932143

Absolute bliss filled Y/N’s body as she kept her eyes closed and listened to the sounds of the waves splashing around her. It wasn’t often that she got to relax like this, but this specific moment in time felt amazing. The sun was beating down on her skin, the sound of the water was amazing and the warmth of Negan beside her made this a moment to remember. If someone would have told her months ago that she would be ditching school to spend a weekend with Negan somewhere she would have never believed them. School was so important to her, but this was nice. This was beyond nice.

Opening her eyes, she looked to her side to see Negan stretched out on the huge flat rock that they had swam to in the middle of the water. It wasn’t too far away from the shore, but it was far enough out to give them space alone. Negan had his sunglasses on and his arms were folded behind his head as he lay out in the sun.

Part of her was still confused as to why Negan decided to bring her to this place. It was nice to get to learn more about Negan’s past, but it still made her question things. It was sad, but it actually made her uncomfortable that Negan had all of this money. She was just trying to do her best to think past it and enjoy her time with Negan. Instead of thinking of it as his place, she was just attempting to think of this as a small vacation with Negan and that was all.

Gulping down, she shifted on the hard surface of the rock and turned on her side to face Negan. Reaching out, she traced her fingertips over Negan’s abdomen, watching it rise and fall with his breathing. Teasing her fingers through the thick hair over his body, she smiled and moved in to press a soft kiss over Negan’s chest. His heavy breaths told her that he was still somewhat asleep when she lowered her hand down his abdomen and slid her fingertips underneath his black swimsuit.

“Would you stop it,” Negan grumbled with a huff when her hand connected with his body and he reached down to collect her wrist before pulling her hand out from beneath the material. “You are like a fucking sex ninja. Dial back the horny…geez.”

“Oh please,” she giggled watching Negan push his sunglasses up to look over at her. “I learned from the best.”

“Well the best got drunk off his ass last night and he’s suffering from dehydration.  My testicles need some time to replenish what I’m missing,” Negan bluntly responded making a laugh fall from her lips as he reached down to touch himself through his swimsuit. “Trust me, I like doing it with you, but I’m not kidding. The alcohol gave me a hangover and a half. I need time to restore everything.”

Negan gave her a silly wink before pushing his sunglasses back down over his face. He leaned up and over enough to press a quick kiss over her lips before lying back down.

“Do you realize how uncomfortable fucking would be on this thing?” Negan grumbled, getting comfortable again. “One of us would end up with bruises.”

“Who said it would have led to fucking?” she retorted and Negan’s eyebrow arched up over his sunglasses. “I’m just saying, maybe I would have just given you a hand job.”

“Oh no, you are too greedy for that,” Negan nonchalantly responded making her reach out to poke him in the ribs making a goofy laugh fall from his lips. “I’m just saying, everything leads to sex. It always does. I just want to sit out here and enjoy my time with you. I know the water is romantic and we’re on the beach so ultimately you want to have sex and we’ll do it before we leave, but right now just is not the time.”

“You are so romantic, you know that?” she rolled her eyes and got comfortable again beside him. Negan’s fingertips stretched out in search of hers so he could hold her hand and squeeze her fingers in his.

“It’s a talent,” Negan teased listening to the sound of the waves, allowing them to comfort him into relaxing, something that he hadn’t done in quite some time. “Just think, right now at this time you would be in school just waiting for the time to run out so we could go back to my house and just sit around for a while.”

“I like what we do when we are home. I mean, the beach here is amazing, but…” she sighed, reaching out to caress her hand in over the planes of his abdomen. She drew small shapes over his skin before frowning. “I like our normal life.”

“As opposed to?” Negan breathed out, confused where she was headed with things.

“Maybe I’m just not used to this whole thing yet. A big house right off the beach in a rich city…” she rambled on and Negan’s dimples sunk in the longer he listened to her ramble on.

“There are places around here that I know you will love,” Negan insisted, laying back again on the rock before some of the water splashed up on the rock onto them. Negan heard her gasp and let out a small laugh. “That does happen in the ocean here sweetheart.”

“Oh ha ha,” she playfully hit him in the center of his stomach and a deep laugh fell from his lips.

“How about I take you into town? It’s a nice little town and there is some really cool stuff down by the piers. What do you say?” Negan sat up on the rock and she followed his movements. “There are some areas I used to love down there that I think you would like.”

“Won’t people notice you? Are you sure you are okay with walking around with me?” she confirmed and he shrugged his shoulders. He pushed his fingertips into his wet hair to slick it back before smiling.

“It’s been a long time. I highly doubt these people are going to remember me anyway,” Negan moved out to grab a firm hold of her to pull her close. Tipping in closer to her, he nudged her jaw playfully with his thumb before cupping her face in his rough hands. “Plus I really love you and don’t care what anyone else thinks.”  

“I love hearing you say that,” she hummed in approval as he kissed her a few more times before jumping into the water. “Are we going to head back there now?”

“It’s going to get dark soon. You’ll want to get some food in you and then we will walk around,” Negan answered after motioning her to follow him into the water. “So let’s go get showered and then see what we can get into.”

-

“This is a cute town,” Y/N muttered, following Negan out of the small diner that they had just eaten at. Negan had said that he thought no one would remember him, but so far he had run into several people that knew he was. No one questioned what he was doing with her, but it still felt odd being in a place where people clearly knew Negan and grew up with him. “You really liked it as a kid, huh?”

“I did,” Negan reached out to grab a tight hold of her hand and hooked his fingertips with hers. She was uncomfortable and gulped down, looking at their hands. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re okay with doing this out and about around here?” she confirmed and Negan smirked before nodding. “I mean, they know you Negan. Are you comfortable with them knowing that you are dating someone…younger?”

“Is it any of their business?” Negan’s eyebrow perked up and she let out a long sigh. “I’m fine. That’s all that matters. These people don’t know me. They know the me from when I was here. We live hours away from here. We’re okay.”

“If you…are comfortable with it,” she nodded, allowing him to hold onto her hand as they walked down Main Street. The city had bright lights filtering the street from the small shops and diners that were up and down the main road. “Thank you for dinner.”

“Absolutely,” Negan winked, bringing her hand up to his lips to deposit a small kiss over the back of her hand. Negan stopped in front of the stores to look at the display that was set up in the window and she stepped forward to look at a necklace that caught her eye. “You like that?”

“It’s beautiful,” she answered, looking to Negan with her big eyes before looking back to the piece of jewelry. Negan watched her with a smile and he urged her toward the shop after watching her eye it over. “What?”

“Let’s take a look,” he suggested and she let out a hesitant laugh. “Come on.”

“Negan no, I just…” she rejected, but felt Negan tugging her into the store and he pulled her closer to the necklace. Negan nodded toward it and he watched her lean in to look it over. “It is beautiful Negan, but…”

The price tag caught her eye and she let out an uncomfortable sound, “Not that beautiful…”

“Do you want it?” Negan offered and she shook her head quickly, trying to pull away from Negan. “It’s okay; if you want…I can get it for you. No biggie.”

“Oh it’s a biggie,” she tried to pull her fingers from his hand and he hushed her.

“Excuse me, can we see this please?” Negan pointed down at the necklace and he watched the person at the cash register motion him to wait a moment. Y/N uncomfortably pulled away from him and he laughed. “What’s wrong?”

“You can’t afford that,” she reminded him and Negan smirked, his bright smile expanding over his features.

“You know just as much as I do that that’s not true,” Negan pointed out and she felt her heart sinking at the fact that he was willing to spend his father’s money on her.

“But you aren’t the kind of person that uses that part of your money, remember?” she insisted with an uncomfortable breath as Negan gave her a confused look. “Teacher Negan could not afford that.”

Y/N pulled her hand away from Negan and quickly moved for the door, “I’m sorry Negan, I just…I can’t have you keep doing this.”

Moving out of the shop, she saw Negan still standing there somewhat confused. The person working in the store clearly came over to talk to Negan, but she didn’t feel comfortable with Negan buying her things. When she saw the shop keeper put the necklace back in the display at the front of the store she felt a sense of relief.

“What are you doing?” Negan walked out of the small shop and closed the door behind him. “If I want to buy you something…”

“I don’t want you to buy things for me. I just…I love you,” she insisted with a shake of her head, stepping forward to cup his face in her hands lovingly. “I don’t want you to think I’m with you for your money. I want you to know that I fell for…”

“The poor me?” Negan filled in her words and he saw her give a small head tilt. A laugh fell from his lips as he shook his head. “I know that. A while ago I stressed to you that I would never be anything more than what I was and you insisted that you still loved me for me. I know you are true to me. I don’t think you are with me for my family’s money. I didn’t bring you here to give you a panic attack. I brought you here so you could relax.”

“But you would probably never have to work again if you didn’t want to Negan. That’s how fucking rich you are,” you reminded him with a tense sound and Negan nodded slowly. “You are proud of who you are and what you have accomplished on your own. I don’t want me to be the reason you start dipping into your father’s money.”

“You are stressing way too fucking much,” Negan insisted with a snort. The sounds of laughing filled the air and she looked beyond Negan to see that between the shops she could see the ocean beyond the shops. There was a pier where they were clearly having some kind of event going on. “You want to go see?”

Nodding, she was eager to get away from this conversation and what was going on. The whole money situation just made her very uncomfortable and she didn’t want Negan to eventually get upset with her and assume that she just wanted his money.

Y/N followed Negan out onto a beach and toward a festival they were clearly having. They walked out onto the pier and there were multiple people that came up to Negan to hug and talk to him. She felt out of place. It was hard not to really, but when Negan was done he would eagerly turn back to her and tell her stories about the past. About the people that he had run into and things he had done as a kid. She loved hearing about his past, but there was something that was uncomfortable about all of this.

“I have to run to the restroom, do you think you could give me a minute and just…wait right here,” Negan urged her and she nodded. Taking a seat by the edge of the pier, she waited for Negan hearing the singing and dancing that was happening just beyond where she was sitting. Turning to look over her shoulder at the couples dancing together, she smiled brightly. The environment was beautiful and she could definitely see how everyone was happy here. She would be too if she grew up in a place like this. It was honestly beautiful and it seemed like the people were just…happy. It was rare compared to what she was used to.

“Where did your father go?” a voice pressed in behind Y/N making her shift uncomfortably on the bench she was sitting on. Y/N looked up to see a brunette standing before her. Clearing her throat uneasily, Y/N watched the brunette slide in beside her and Y/N felt uneasy. “My name is Emma. You’re not from around here are you?”

“He’s not…my father,” Y/N answered staring down at the hand that Emma had offered her. Emma’s dark brown eyes were watching her carefully and Y/N gulped down heavily. She accepted the hand shake and nodded. “Yeah, I’m definitely not from here.”

“I could tell,” Emma responded with a heavy sigh, looking around the area. “So if he’s not your father, then who is he?”

“Well…” Y/N began trying to think of a way to explain Negan to a total stranger. “He’s…”

“Oh fuck off Emma, you know she’s not my kid,” Negan’s voice filtered through the air, making Y/N sit up straighter on the bench and Negan squeezed between the space that was between the two. Negan sat down on the bench and wrapped his arm around Y/N. “Emma knows me. She knows I don’t have a kid, she’s just fucking with you to try and make you feel uncomfortable.”

“If you did end up having your kid though…it would probably be older than her wouldn’t it?” Emma recalled and Y/N felt every muscle in Negan’s body locking up. The fact that the woman knew about the child that Negan had lost as a teen told her that Negan and Emma had to be close. “It’s been a while Negan. Aren’t you going to introduce me?”

“Didn’t you introduce yourself already Emma?” Negan blurted out and he leaned in to nestle his nose against the side of Y/N’s neck. A whisper fell from his lips as she closed her eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

“And she is?” Emma egged Negan on and Negan laughed.

“None of your business,” Negan winked, looking over at Y/N for a moment. “Would you excuse us for a second? How about you go and get us a few churros over there? I’m kind of in the mood for something sweet.”

“Sure,” Y/N nodded with an unsure expression, but Negan pulled his wallet out of his pocket and handed some money to her before waiting until she was far enough away from him and Emma.

“Sending her to the longest line here Negan, that was smart…” Emma retorted with a half laugh. “So that’s the new flame of the week, huh? Little young for you, isn’t she?”

“Fuck off Emma,” Negan snarled, looking to her with a shake of his head. “She’s of age and I love her. We’ve been together for a few months and she means everything to me. So I don’t need a snake like you trying to filter into her brain with your stupid psychobabble bullshit that you do.”

“You love her? Wow,” Emma chuckled; looking to Y/N as she stood in the fairly large line that Negan had sent her off to. “That’s new for you isn’t it? I thought Lucille was the only woman that you ever loved.”

“Yeah, well…times change,” Negan shrugged his shoulders, leaning forward on the bench. “I thought if I came here I could avoid people like you.”

“People that know the real you?” Emma snapped back making Negan take in a sharp breath. “What does a girl like that want with you? Your daddy’s money?”

“Up until this weekend she knew nothing about my parent’s wealth,” Negan insisted with a firm nod. “We’re good together. She loves me and I love her. We’re very much alike and that’s that.”

“So she’s a good fuck, huh?” Emma egged on further and Negan rolled his eyes. “Sex is a big thing for you Negan, she has to be pretty important to get you to want to be with her and be official, right?”

“I don’t know what you are trying to pull here Emma, but you did this shit with Lucille too and it worked on her,” Negan thought back to his younger years and he shrugged his shoulders. “I didn’t want to be in a relationship with you. You think after all of these years you would just…get over it.”

“You think that’s what this is?” she questioned with a growl and Negan nodded, his thick eyebrows arching up as he nodded. “People don’t know the real you Negan. You like to pretend that you are this nice guy, but you can only put a mask for so long.”

Negan nodded and looked toward Y/N who seemed nervous and looked back at him. Negan waved his fingers and shot her a small smile. Y/N smiled back and stepped further up in the line.

“So tell me Negan…are you still really bad at sex?” Emma dug deeper at trying to annoy Negan. A laugh fell from Negan’s lips as he looked to her with a shake of his head.

“You know I’m not bad at sex,” Negan retorted with a snort. “The last time we fucked you had no problems with what I did.”

“Yeah, but the first time…” she began and Negan held his hands up in the air to silence her.

“You were the first girl I slept with Emma. Of course I was awful,” Negan laughed uneasily before shrugging his shoulders. “What the hell is the point of this? Why do you always want to pop in and try to fuck with my head and the head of people I love? I don’t even live here anymore. I’m here for the weekend. I don’t want to be with you, I don’t want to rekindle what has happened in the past…I’m here with the girl I love and that’s that. We’re just here to enjoy our time.”

“You do realize…you are just going to do what you always do, right?” Emma leaned forward in her seat. “You are your father’s son Negan. You know that.”

“I’m not my father,” Negan snapped, looking to Emma with a shake of his head.

“Really? Your father cheated on your mother. Your father was very abusive both mentally and physically,” Emma dug further into Negan watching his fists curl up in the center of his lap. “How were you with Lucille again?”

“I never physically abused Lucille and you know that,” Negan growled, his thick eyebrows adding emphasis to the anger that was pressing in over Negan’s face. “You’re just a bitch.”

“So tell me Negan, are you still all about you when it comes to sex?” Emma stood up and followed Negan toward the edge of the pier. “Just fuck until you cum? Does your new girl give the oral most of the time? You were always very selfish when it came to that kind of stuff.”

“I’m far from selfish,” Negan answered with a shake of his head. His face was on fire and he knew that Emma was trying to work him up, but he couldn’t help getting irritated. “In fact I make her cum all the time. The first few months we were together, I was always the one that was giving and not receiving. You remember how good I was the last time Emma and I think that’s why you are such a nasty bitch.”

“Can you blame me Negan?” she inquired and Negan shrugged his shoulders. “It sounds like you have everything figured out with this one, huh?”

“Yeah, I do…” Negan nodded, looking to see that Y/N was up at the counter to order what he had asked of her. “And what kills you is the fact that she’s the one I’m making squirt at night, not you.”

“Oh, right. You make her squirt,” Emma chuckled and Negan nodded with a proud smile. “Sure. I’d love to see that.”

“I’m sure you would, but I do,” Negan licked his lips and looked to Y/N with a proud smirk. “We’re very good together. Physically…and mentally. So if you will please piss off, I’m trying to give her a good weekend and I really would rather not see your face for the rest of this week.”

Negan moved around the brunette before him and headed off in the direction of Y/N to wrap his arm around her shoulders when she handed him over the churro that he had asked of her.

“I think we should go for a walk on the beach…” Negan urged Y/N before Negan headed off in the opposite direction of where Emma was. A moment later Emma cut them off and Negan let out a frustrated sound.

“Listen, we got off on the wrong foot. I just hope you have a good weekend,” Emma held her hands up in the air as if to say goodbye. “Keep an eye on this one. A lot like his father he is…”

“Negan,” Y/N stopped Negan from getting agitated and she pulled him away from the pier and urged him to follow her to the beachside. Negan’s face was red and she could tell by the way his nose was scrunched up and the lines that were over his forehead that he was angry. “Ex-girlfriend, huh?”

“I don’t even think that’s what I would call her,” Negan huffed and he felt Y/N reaching out to grab a tight hold of his jawline to urge him to look at her. “I’m really sorry. I should have thought about the past and how it could…”

“I don’t care about your past. You are honest with me about everything and I’m not worried about the past. I love you…all of you,” she hushed him seeing the lines his forehead relaxing as she stroked his rough cheek. “But let me tell you something…you are nothing like your father. You are a wonderful, sweet caring man. She doesn’t know you at all.”

“She probably knows me quite well…” Negan tried to state with a heavy sigh and Y/N shook her head slowly. “I wasn’t a good guy.”

“That was the past,” she insisted, tipping up on her toes to press a loving kiss over his lips and he felt her fingertips brushing throughout his hair. “We’re living in the present and that’s all that matters. Who you were then isn’t who you are now. You’re not your father. You never were and you never will be.”

Negan nodded, lowering his head enough to rest his forehead against hers while she held him in her arms. Negan took the time to just enjoy being held by her. Their relationship was so different in comparison to all his previous ones and he was surprised with how much he loved being around her.

“You should probably eat those churros you made me stand in line forever to get,” Y/N reminded him of the treat that was still in his hand. “I know it was just to get me away for a minute, but you better eat those after all the time I spent in line for that shit.”

“Yes ma’am,” Negan snorted urging her to follow him to the edge of the beach by the water to sit down with him. Negan got settled in behind her, pulling her to sit between his legs while they sat on the beach together. His left arm hooked around her waist loosely while she rest back against his chest and he handed her one of the sweet treats. “You know I love you, right?”

“I don’t know, I’m kind of only getting used to you just saying this now,” she stated with a smirk and looked over her shoulder to see Negan taking a big bite of his food. “But I like hearing it.”

“And I like saying it,” Negan insisted with a mouthful seeing her smirk. “I feel like I should explain Emma.”

“Only if you want to,” Y/N shrugged. “It’s really none of my business unless you want it to be.”

“You’re really just going to be like that?” Negan retorted with a sense of confusion. A lot of women would want every single detail, but she didn’t seem to mind at all. “She was the first girl I ever slept with.”

“Oh, okay…” she shrugged and took a small bite of her churro. “That was a really long time ago I imagine.”

“Ouch?” Negan chuckled seeing her cheeks blush over with embarrassment. “I was never really interested in her. I loved Lucille and…”

“She’s one of the ones you cheated with?” Y/N confirmed and Negan nodded when she spoke up. “I kind of assumed that. When you are the mistress and the guy still loves the woman he’s cheating on, it probably makes you an angry bitch.”

“I’ve only loved two people and I think that killed her on the inside. It’s probably partially my fault that she’s a bitch,” Negan shook his head, a heavy sigh falling from his lips. “When I was with Lucille she got into her head and…”

“Tried doing to me today what she did to Lucille back then?” Y/N finished again and Negan nodded. “Don’t worry about it. I’m not going to listen to people try to tell me about the man I know. I’m just going to listen to him myself. He’s honest with me and I know that.”

“I love you,” Negan was amazed with the way she was reacting toward everything as he tipped down to nestle his nose against the side of her neck. “You really are amazing. I hope you know that.”

-

“I can’t believe we’ve been here all weekend and we haven’t had sex here once,” Negan slurred against the side of Y/N’s neck as they stood on the beach together after going swimming in the water. She laughed as his stubble teased over the side of her neck. Negan wrapped his arms around her waist and felt her leaning back into his wet chest.

“There is still time,” she responded with a laugh when she felt him pressing playful kisses over the side of her neck. “To be fair, you’ve kept us so busy going around town that I’m pretty exhausted by the time that we get back to the house.”

“I just want you to have a good weekend. One that makes you happy,” Negan stated with a sigh, squeezing his arms around her tighter. Y/N reached down to grab her phone from the towel and pulled up the camera. When she went to take a photo of the water, Negan reached for her phone and grabbed a hold of the phone. He turned it on the selfie section and kissed over her temple taking a photo of the two of them. “We need more photos together.”

“Are you sure about that?” she confirmed and Negan nodded. “I thought you want us to be careful.”

“Are you thinking of sharing these?” Negan questioned and she shook her head slowly. “Then we are fine.”

Negan pressed in closer to her and kissed her while he snapped another selfie of the two of them together. Her cheeks blushed over when he looked at the photos and his nose wrinkled when he looked them over, “you’re going to have to send these two to me though.”

“Deal,” she winked, releasing him long enough to look to her phone again.

“You want to go four wheeling again? That was pretty fun, right?” Negan thought about the things they had done the previous day. When he looked over his shoulder to see her looking panicked, he stepped in closer and rubbed his towel through his hair. “What’s wrong?”

“My father sent me a text message. Apparently he knows that I’m not at my friend’s house that I told my mother about,” she informed him with a nervous breath and Negan’s eyebrow arched up in interest. “He wants me to call him and tell him where I really am.”

“Fuck that,” Negan reached for her phone and looked through the text messages seeing the several messages that her father had sent clearly getting angrier each time he had texted her. “They never care where you are on most nights, so what does it matter this time?”

“I should write him back Negan. Come up with a good excuse as to where I really am,” she gulped and Negan shook his head turning her cell phone off after sending himself the photos of them together. “He’s pissed. Something is wrong.”

“You’re on vacation with me. You don’t have to worry about that right now, okay?” Negan insisted, stepping forward to urge her chin up toward him. “I want to take you somewhere. Erase this from your mind and I promise everything will be all right.”

-

“This was my favorite place to come and relax as a kid,” Negan pulled on Y/N’s hand, tugging her up toward the lighthouse that was right off the beach. She looked up at the lighthouse and saw him smiling brightly as he looked up at it. “My favorite thing was to come here as a kid at night and think things out. Think about my future and all that fucking shit.”

“Yeah?” she arched her brow in response, taking a moment to look around the area. From what she knew of Negan it didn’t really seem like a place he would have loved as a kid, but it sure was beautiful. The lighthouse looked like something you would have seen from a movie, it was that gorgeous. “It’s beautiful.”

“It is,” Negan agreed and looked over his shoulder to wink at her. Negan motioned her to wait as he set up a blanket in the sand. The sun was setting and he urged her to lay down with him. “Later I can try to sneak us in so you can see the inside…”

“And get you in trouble? I don’t think so. The people here would love the story about how Negan got caught breaking into the lighthouse with his new, young girlfriend,” she snickered seeing him roll his eyes before leaning forward to press a soft kiss over her jawline. His kisses led toward her neck and she tilted her head up allowing him space to do as he pleased. “I take it you were quite the rebel growing up?”

“I’m still quite the rebel,” Negan insisted with a shrug of his shoulders, pulling away to look her over with his wicked glance. “I thought you would know that by now.”

Negan reached for his phone and took a photo of them with the lighthouse in the background of the photo. Negan leaned in to kiss her over and over again before she pulled away from him with a deep breath.

“Negan,” she looked to see that he was recording a video and he shrugged his shoulders. “Are you trying to be playing dangerously right now or…?”

“I just want something for the spank bank eventually when I’m alone,” Negan teased with a wink making her cough upon his admission. Her cheeks blushed over and Negan loved that he could make her turn red just with his words. She was so innocent and he loved every bit of it. Negan playfully teased his tongue over the front of her lips while he was still recording the video and he watched her shudder before he pressed stop. “You’re still tense, aren’t you?”

“I’m scared about my father,” she answered truthfully and felt him reach out to nudge her jaw with his rough fingertips. He carefully brushed her hair over her shoulder before moving in to kiss over the side of her neck again. “He knows I lied…”

“Don’t worry about it,” Negan insisted with a slur while he kissed over her neck and bit at her skin.

Her eyes closed feeling Negan’s tongue tracing lines over her flesh and she inhaled sharply. She wanted to just forget it, but she didn’t think she could. The consequences of this weekend truly had her in fear of what he father might do. “If they were looking for me that means that it was something serious.”

“It’s fine,” Negan hushed her, trying to get her to relax as he sat up straighter and held his finger up. “Close your eyes.”

“Why?” she retorted with a confused look. Negan snapped his fingers almost in an order and she felt him nudging her into a position that he clearly wanted. A moment later there was a cool sensation pressing in over her neck as she heard the clip of something closing. “Negan?”

“You can open your eyes,” Negan responded, pressing soft kisses over her neck again. When she saw that it was the necklace from the night before he heard her gasp. “I know you didn’t want me to get it for you, but I just…had to. It looks beautiful on you and I knew you really thought it was beautiful.”

“When did you…?” she looked down at the necklace seeing the way it glimmered as the sunset shined from it. “Negan, I can’t accept this.”

“I can’t return it,” Negan shrugged his shoulders with a wicked smirk. “It’s yours now.”

“Negan…” he watched her frown and she reached down to trace her fingertips over the white gold chain that led to the charm at the bottom. Her fingertips grazed over the diamond and she felt her heart pounding inside of her chest. “You shouldn’t have done this.”

“I wanted to pamper my girl,” Negan responded with a shake of his head. “That’s why I left the other day. I ran back to quickly go get it. I know you are paranoid about me spending money on you, but I love you. You liked the necklace; I bought it for you to show you how much I love you. It will be our special thing.”

Negan reached out with his rough fingertips to grasp a hold of the diamond to look it over. A smirk pressed in over his lips and he shrugged his shoulders.

“I just want you happy,” Negan whispered, moving forward to press another kiss over her lips and he felt her arms wrapping around his shoulders to hold onto him tightly.

“You…make me happy,” she whispered in his ear, pressing a quick kiss over his flesh before pulling away to look down at the necklace again. Her eyes were tearing over and he reached out to brush at her cheek lovingly. “I don’t want you to think this is the kind of person I am.”

“I think you are a wonderful person,” Negan shook his head and frowned when a single tear slid down her face. “That’s why I fell in love with you Y/N. Shit…I’ve fallen hard.”

“You’re making me swoon here Negan,” she informed him with a half laugh, reaching up to brush her fingertips throughout his thick hair. “You are amazing.”

“I was thinking…” Negan began with a long sigh, reaching up to grab a hold of her fingertips in his. He brought her hand to his lips and pressed a soft kiss over the back of her hand. “I know you are worried about your father. You are a lot. Why don’t you just move in with me?”

“I couldn’t do that Negan,” she shook her head firmly, a small laugh falling from her throat. “How are we going to hide that from people?”

“Very carefully,” Negan shrugged, attempting to think of something to say to make her feel comfortable with the suggestion. “I don’t care. I want to be with you. I want to keep you safe. I just want to make you happy.”

“I know and I love you,” she hushed him with a shake of her head. “I just can’t have you getting in trouble because of me.”

“Then let me buy you a place until you get a job. An apartment or something…” Negan reasoned with Y/N and she reached out to cup his rough face in her hands. His eyes seemed confused and upset as she shook her head. “Please. I want to keep you safe.”

“After you told me about the money Negan, I’m not going to accept these things. I want to be with you. I do, but I’m not a gold digger,” she insisted firmly. Moving in, she kissed Negan in a loving manner. “The necklace is enough to make me uncomfortable.”

“But it shows you are mine,” Negan reached down to trace his fingertips over the white gold necklace.

“I was yours long before this was on my neck,” she reminded him and a smirk pressed in over his features. Her fingertips brushed into his short beard and she leaned in to rest her forehead against his. “I didn’t need a necklace or something fancy to tell me that.”

“I want to protect you,” Negan sighed heavily, his warm breath pressing in against her face. “You are so scared and I don’t want something bad to happen to you. We can take measures to keep both of us safe. No one would know you are living with me.”

“If it ever gets to the point I think it has to be that way…then we can talk about it,” she suggested and Negan frowned, sighing heavily as he stared out at her with his sincere hazel eyes. She moved in to kiss him over and over again as he clutched tightly to her. “I love you Negan. More than you will ever know.”

“I love you too,” Negan stated against her skin, nipping softly at her bottom lip as they kissed. “So much.”

-

Negan stretched out on his leather couch at home as he scrolled through the photos he had taken over the weekend with Y/N on their trip. They had finished their trip and driven back on Sunday. They had gotten so many great photos while they were there and shared so many wonderful experiences. Their whole time away they had spent time doing things together and not once did they end up sleeping together. That wasn’t how most of his relationships had gone in the past and it was nice to have something different for once. Being able to share memorable moments together was something that he actually enjoyed and looking at the photos he’d taken of them together actually made him feel a sense of happiness.

The sound of his doorbell ringing was heard and Negan closed up his phone. Looking to the time, he could see that it was late at night. It had been a few hours since Y/N had headed home. When she had left, she was worried about her parents, but knew that she had to return to find out what was wrong. Moving to the door, Negan first noticed the bags at his feet in front of him and lifted his head to let out a gasp when he saw Y/N standing before him.

“Jesus Christ,” Negan blurt out reaching out to grasp at her face and he heard her wince upon contact. Negan pushed the hood that was covering her head down and took a look at her face. It was clear that she had been crying. There were small wounds over her eyebrow, under her eye and bottom lip. Her face was bright red and he could feel her shaking before him. “What the fuck happened?”

“Just…let me in?” she begged and Negan nodded, grabbing her bags to allow her into the house. Negan urged her toward the couch and he saw her shaking when she took a seat on it. She was still crying and Negan could feel his own body trembling with the sight of her. “I’m so sorry…”

“What happened?” Negan demanded to know hearing the shaking in her voice. She was trembling against his touch as he tried caressing over her face. “Baby?”

“I went home and my father cornered me. While we were gone they had apparently had gotten a call from my doctor who wanted to make sure I wasn’t having any bad side effects from my birth control pills,” she informed Negan and felt his body tensing up. Negan’s eyes grew wide as she nodded and nervously licked her lips. “Which apparently made them go upstairs to look through my things and he found some of the condoms that I had. They called my friend’s house that I was supposed to be at and found out that I wasn’t there and he’s been fuming all weekend.”

“That fucker did this to you?” Negan snarled seeing her nod slowly and he reached out to brush some of the blood that was dripping down her face away. “I’m going to fucking kill him.”

She motioned Negan to wait and he saw her moving for the sweatshirt. She shook as she carefully pulled the material from her body and Negan could see that she was reaching for the back of her shirt. His heart pounded inside of his chest watching her pull up the back of her shirt to show that she had belt marks all up and down her back.

“He called me a whore and locked me in my room,” she told him about what happened and he could hear her start to cry harder. “That’s not the worst thing…”

“It gets worse?” Negan felt every muscle in his body locking up and he watched her reach inside the pocket of the hoodie to pull out the necklace he had gotten her. It was clear that the clasp was broken and he reached out to grasp her hands in his.

“He ripped this from my neck. Apparently he knows that it came from the person I was sleeping with,” she trembled before him and he could hear her sobbing by this point. “I’m so sorry Negan. I didn’t mean for this.”

“We can get the necklace fixed sweetheart, it’s okay…” Negan hushed her, holding her in his arms as he heard her sobbing. Negan pushed the necklace he had bought her into the pocket in his pajamas before continuing to comfort her.  

“I snuck out the window… I can’t go back….” She insisted with a whimper and Negan slid his hand in over the back of her neck. Pulling her close in a supportive manner, Negan let out a stressed sound. Negan tried comforting her to the best of his ability. He hushed softly when he heard her continue to cry and stroked her hair in soothing way. More than anything he wanted to go and attack her father for hurting her. It broke him to see Y/N hurt and he absolutely hated it. “I’m so sorry Negan.”

“It’s okay,” Negan promised with a hush, pressing a tender kiss against her temple. “You never have to go back there again, I promise.”

Y/N trembled in his arms and he felt her cuddling her head into his chest as she cried. Negan felt the adrenaline rising inside of his chest. The way his heart was hammering caused Negan to inhale sharply. There was a strong sense of rage filling his veins and Negan knew that he couldn’t take it anymore.

“You stay here…I’m gonna kill that son of a bitch,” Negan pulled away from Y/N, giving her a quick look before heading toward the front of the house. Searching through one of the closets, Negan found his baseball bat and grabbed a tight hold of it. Negan went to go for the front door until he felt her grasp desperately at his shoulder. “It’s fine…”

“It’s not,” she shook her head repetitively. “I left after they locked me in my room. I grabbed as much as I could and took off crawling out the window and climbing down. I don’t even know if he knows I’m gone yet. I can’t have you go there and get in trouble. You are all I have. If you get in trouble for hurting him…”

“He can’t do this. This is wrong. You should never hit a woman like this and you should never, ever treat your child like this,” Negan grunted with an angered sound. His body was shaking and he knew that he wanted to tear her father limb from limb. “He’s a piece of shit and this is what he deserves.”

“It is, but I love you. I love you and I can’t have anything happen to you,” she pleaded desperately and he felt her grabbing a tight hold of his wrist to stop him from leaving. Negan frowned and sighed before setting the bat down. “If I lost you, I don’t know what I would do.”

“You’re not going to lose me, but he needs to be taught a lesson,” Negan insisted with a hiss and she nodded. Negan stepped forward to cup her face in his large hands and moved forward to kiss her. “We need to call someone. Tell them what he did because this is wrong.”

“No, we can’t,” she denied the offer and Negan was confused because this abuse was completely wrong. “If we go to someone and tell them what happened they are going to question why I came to you. Why it was you that I picked to go to after he beat the hell out of me. I don’t want you in trouble. I can’t have you losing your job because of me.”

“Something has to be done,” Negan demanded and he could feel her shaking in his arms. “Something…”

“Please Negan. I’m never going back there…I just…have to figure out what to do,” she stuttered, thinking of something to say. “I can’t tell people about this. I don’t want to be seen as broken. I don’t want people to know about…us. I can’t…”

“Relax,” Negan interrupted her with the shake of his head. “I love you, okay? So I’m going to do what you want of me. But fuck…if I see your father again, I don’t know what I’m gonna do. I wanna fucking kill him.”

“I don’t even know what I would do if I saw him again,” she agreed and Negan reached out to grab a tight hold of her hand. He led her toward the kitchen and picked her up to place her on the island in the middle of his kitchen. Her soft cries filled the air and he wanted to kill her father for what he had done, but he was trying to do what she begged of him as he gathered some ice in a cloth and moved over toward her. He motioned her to hold it to her by her eye where the most swelling was. Quickly moving to the bathroom, he grabbed things to clean her wounds and moved swiftly to get back to her in the kitchen. “I don’t know what I’m going to do. I can’t go back there.”

“You’re going to live here,” Negan hushed her, his eyes staring into hers with a serious expression while he started to clean the gash on her lip. “I’ve been trying to get you to move in with me for a while now. You think I’m going to change my mind when you need me the most?”

“What about school?” she stammered and he shrugged his shoulders. “I can’t do this to you.”

“We’ll figure it all out,” Negan silenced her with the shake of his head. “Trust me. I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you. You are not going back to that house. You are going to stay here where I can protect you. Nothing like this is ever going to happen to you again, I swear.”

Negan heard her start to cry again and he reached out to pull her in closer to him so he could comfort her. He held her close in his arms trying to do his best to comfort her, but there was still part of him that felt responsible for this. He told her to avoid her father while they were on the trip and the only reason that she had condoms in the first place was because of him.

“I’m sorry I let this happen. I told you I would protect you and I couldn’t,” Negan grumbled with a heavy sigh, his lips pressing a lingering kiss against her temple. “This is all my fault.”

“No, no it’s not,” she denied his words and turned to touch the side of his face with her palm. “Imagine everything I would have gone through if you weren’t in my life.”

“But this…this is my fault,” Negan looked her over and he felt his body trembling with anger while he stared out at her. “I’m so fucking sorry and I promise I will never let this happen to you again sweetheart.”

“You have no control over my father,” she insisted seeing the sadness that was filtering over Negan’s face and she slowly lowered from the counter of the island to step forward. Her arms wrapped around him and he embraced her lovingly. “You are the best thing in my life Negan and I would be absolutely lost without you.”

[tomfreakinghollandneedsaoscar]

'I love you' #5 | Sweet Pea Imagine.

Summary: #5 out of hundred ways to say I love you. "I'll walk you home."

Even if your fellow classmates were paying attention to their tests infront of them, there is no way they are now. The rain tapping on the window makes you try to think up the answer before your mind wonders about what you should watch, wrapped like a burrito in your favorite blanket when you get home.

"Hey y/n!" In the corner of your eyes, you see Reggie with his arms crossed infront of his Bulldog letterman jacket, a smirk on his face. "Do you know if Veronica is coming to my party tonight?" At least he said your name right this time. "You would have to ask her." You mumble a 'sorry' before going back to your almost done test.

"Hey y/n!" You have to turn your entire body around to look at Sweet Pea sitting in the back row, since apparently Reggie couldn't see the board because of the tall boy which made Reggie ask if he could switch seats in the begging of class. "Can you ask Reggie if he can shut up so I forcus on my test please? No one cares about the party!" After your chuckle, you hear a heavy sigh from beside you as Reggie closes his eyes. "And no one cares about you, serpant!"

"Care to say that to my face? You will probably have to stand on my chair to do so..." if he had a comeback, Reggie didn't have enough time to say it before the final bell starts ringing and Sweet Pea causally walks past everyone else to leave the classroom. The teacher has given up on the two boys, but gives you a small smile when you hand over your paper. "I'll make sure Sweet Pea can sit next to you again on Monday. Have a nice weekend!"

Sweet Pea is already at your locker looking like he is sleeping with his eyes open. "Hey!' you try to mimic his deep voice but start laughing. He takes his back off your locker, letting you open it. He smiles as he notices your Polaroid collection is growing. "What are you doing for the rest of the day?"

"I wish I could say I'm gonna read a entire book and listen to the rain before I pass out, but I'm going shopping with Veronica so she can have a outfit for the party."

"Bring a book with you." He opens the front doors for you. The fresh cold air gives you goosebumps under your hoodie. As you look for Archie's car since he was gonna be the driver, you become a little sad for knowing you won't get some must needed girls time, but you say, "looks like I don't need to." You check your phone and sure enough, there's a text from her saying she wants to go home and just have a movie night with Archie. Good choice. "Can you drive me home?"

Sweet Pea shakes his head no. "I wish your arms could be wrapped around mine and have our hair go though the wind," since you two have a friendship relationship thing going on, you should've seen that coming, so you push him away but he comes right back to you're side. "but I think the rain will get worst soon."

You don't think twice before stopping in front of him and say, "let me walk you home."

"What?" Sure, the trailer park is closer to the school than your apartment complex, but he is surprised when he thinks that he probably should've said it first. "You heard me. Do you have that grey fuzzy blanket or does Fangs?"

"It's Toni's but of course I have it." You laugh, knowing that she will probably come right through his trailer in the middle night and go out with it. "Can we start watching a show Neflix just added?"

"Only if you share the blanket with me." He winks and nudges your shoulders.

"Only if you keep you hands, arms and feet to yourself." You hope he doesn't see you trying to hide your blush, which makes you think you're blushing even more. "You know you want me."

"Thats the thing. I sadly already have you and seems like you can't get enough of me." He dramatically puts his hand over his heart. "You should be honored that I like you as a human being! Do you know how many peope I hate? Because I sure fucking don't." He hates himself for not asking you on a real date yet, but you are his best friend whom he loves. There's no denying in that with both of you. He feels like it natural whenever you two are together. He starts feeling your thumb running across his since you grapped his hand after he droped it to his side. Sweet Pea thinks the rain is making this be a real life romantic movie scene, thanks to you.

"You know what's closer than your house right now?" Your voice pulls him out his imagine, and he listens to hear the rest. "Reggie's house. Did you know that he is having a party tonight? Since he for once said my name right, we should go-"

"We are never going to stupid high school party."

"Not even as a couple?" He can hear how you regret asking that out loud. Kissing your joined hands, he says, "only if I can be the boyfriend that never let's you get out of my sight." As you see the entrance for the trailer park becoming closer, you ask, "I thought I was going to be the boyfriend?"

Sweet Pea is still laughing when he unlocks his front door. Sending a quick test saying where you were, you take off your hoodie and start walking towards his dryer.

"Are you taking everything else off?" You feel his breath against your ear, giving you different kinds of goosebumps.

"Maybe...after the one hundredth date." You smirk as you jump onto his couch and put your legs under you. "You little tease!" He grabs the blanket and throws it ontop of you, making sure some of it hit you in the face.

"I've been spending to much time with you." You both share the same goofy smiles.

"Can this be our real first date?" He hates how he can hear his nerves in his voice.

"Sweet Pea, you should already know for knowing me for the past year that I'm a very simple girl." He comments, "good point." Before you continue, "This is all I need. I just want your time and attention." You both smile into a kiss. When he pulls away, he sits so you can put your head ontop of his shoulder.

"You got it, babe."

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I wanted it to seem they were already dating but not? Sorry...like I said for #4, I always post my first draft and I just felt like I rushed myself with this one since I wanted to post it today. ANYWAYS!!! I hope you liked it. Please stay tune for #6 tomorrow! I promise it will be better.

Tagged list: @sweetpealoveshisprincess @s0cial-reject

[legion1993]

Dark Arts + Love = Passion

A/N: once again trying something new... this is gonna be my first AU i think but thats not as important as tagging @luci-in-trenchcoats for giving me this idea... hope you enjoy this story...

AU=Soulmate

Pairing: Constantine x Reader

Summary: Constantine is the one that saved you from a demon, he shared his world with you, he brought you to the bunker.. but when Zedd comes back from a demon possession stopping of her own, she reveals a vision concerning both you and John... this is how it happened, this is how your journey with the famed John Constantine started...

Masterlist

“My name is John Constantine. I am the one who steps on the shadows, all trench coat and arrogance. I'll drive your demons away, kick 'em in the bullocks, and spit on them when they're down, leaving only a nod and a wink and a wisecrack. I walk my path alone because, let's be honest... who would be crazy enough to walk it with me?”

NOW

Y/N (possessed): “John constantine its time i kill you and return your head to my master...”

John: “ya i dont think so, now why dont you pus-sac pig headed lowlife get out of this fine lady and leave now...”

Y/N (possessed): “you have no idea how to save me without saving her... you dont realize that she is watching everything im doing right now and she is screaming for your help but she doesnt realize that i have full control of her actions and her words...”

John: “i got news for you mate, the girl will be just fine...”

John lights his lighter and throws it at the ground and it forms a circle around you... 

Y/N (possessed): “ill make sure she doesnt survive this John...”

John wouldnt allow another innocent to get hurt because of him... he did an exorcism...

John: “Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica, in nomine et virtute Domini Nostri Jesu!”

with a lot of screaming and a huge intake of breath the fire went out as the demon left your body, you hit the ground with a thud, well at least your body did, your head however was caught by john’s lap...

there is always a reasonable explaination for everything but waking up with your head in the lap of someone that you didnt know was the weirdest thing you ever experienced... 

John: “take it easy love... your still on an adrenaline high...”

Y/N: “where am i? what happened to me?”

John: “a demon took your body for a spin just so it could strike at me...”

Y/N: “a demon, what the hell are you talking about and who are you?”

John: “my name is John constantine, i specialize in the weird cases... this is gonna make this sound weird you and i are connected... its hard to explain but i need you to stay with me...”

Y/N: “ok but why am i covered in blood?”

John helped wrap you in his trenchcoat, you didnt reject his touch but you were shivering, John could feel it, you were emitting tremendous signs of power...

John: “come on let me take you somewhere safe where you can get cleaned up, and i can make you something to eat and explain whats happening...”

Y/N: “good something we can both agree on is food and a bath...”

John: “ay we can agree on those but i must warn you that what i have to say might not be what you want to hear...”

Y/N: “it can’t be the worst thing ive heard recently...”

John: “are you good to get up now?”

you nod as John helps you up, he holds onto you for a moment before hlping you get into the car...

As John drove you felt something, a spark between you and him... there was something there and you wanted to know what...

As John pulled up you vaguely co uld see the outlines of a house... a little cottage... but appearances on the outside isn't necessarily what it is on the inside...

your eyes were in wonder as John helped you out of the car, and you then walked with John into the house...

John: "don't touch anything these are all cursed objects, magical objects! you will learn more as time goes on..."

Y/N: "John what was that spark that I felt when I touched your skin... earlier lifting me off the ground made my skin tingle then just a few moments ago when you helped me out of the car.. what is happening?"

John looks around as if hoping someone was there...

John: "I don't know if now is the best time to discuss this... right now we need to get your powers under control..."

you backed up a bit from him as he finished speaking...

Y/N: “wait wait wait hold on a moment i have powers... what do you mean i have powers... im normal, i dont have powers...”

John: “thats where you are wrong love... you see everyone in one way or another have some sort of gifts... mystical or not, you however like me have gifts of the mystical kind...”

Y/N: “how do you know that?”

Zedd: “cause i told him...”

she comes downstairs and into the light... you back up and you look at John who is rolling his eyes....

Zedd: “oh no me and John arent together that is your job...”

Y/N: “what the hell are you talking about?”

Zedd: “im a seer i have visions... i drew this a while back, John has been trying around the clock to find you...”

she held towards you a piece of paper with the drawing of 2 forearms with joined hands but the forearms had names on them... one said “Y/N” the other said “John”...

Y/N: “this is impossible... how did you know about this???”

you rolled up your sleeve and revealed John’s name on your forearm... John who had his sleeves down rolled his up as well and connected his hand with yours as he revealed Y/N on his forearm...

you looked at John as he looked at you with the same fear that went coursing through your veins...

John: “bloody hell Zedd why did you draw this moment...”

Zedd: “i draw whatever i see John now if you dont mind im off to exterminate a demon problem nearby... plus if it wasnt for me sending you to deal with Y/N’s possession you would never have met her... by the way i saw that too...”

John: “cheeky little blitter...”

you tried to move your hand away from Johns but it didn't move...

Y/N: "what's happening? why won't our hands move?"

John: "Its the soulmate bond... it's a magical binding that happens when 2 soulmates touch with their marks... it signifies the binding of 2 souls together..."

Y/N: "so what does this mean?"

John: "it means we either at this moment need to announce the mystical bindings of marriage or consummate our soulmate binding..."

you were out of place, you were beside yourself you were talking with this guy who saved your life but turned out to be your god damn soulmate at the same time thats something that you never thought would happen...

Y/N: “my vote is announce the bindings of Marriage... so i have time to get my powers under control before we consummate anything... does that make sense...”

John breathes in lightly, his eyes staring right into your soul, his mind running wild with all sorts of thoughts... 

John: “we envoke the rights of marriage bindings, anything that we do from here on out will have a great tole on both of us till the day when we stand up in church with the rings embedded with the symbolic binding powers vested in both of us... sub vinculo tenetur illas leges per quos magicae (bind us together under the laws laid out by those whose magic bound them also)”

the second john finished his lines the circle surrounding both of you was lighter but john and you couldnt let go yet... zedd came back and laughed...

Zedd: “you guys only did the first part... there is another part that needs to happen before you guys can have your arms back...”

you and John were now facing eachother the hands that had been at your sides were now attached one on top of the other. both of you sort of smiling at eachother the thoughts swirling through your heads of all the nasty options... Zedd pulled you and John out of it and back to reality as she brought up anohter circle around you guys and she smiled at both of you...

John: “what the bloody hell did we miss?”

Zedd: “you have to both agree to the bond otherwise it doesnt work... it has to be done with another person asking you both a question of course in Latin and of course you have to answer in Latin... are you guys ready?”

John looks at you and you at him as if trying to discover how the other is feeling about all of this...

John: “im ready if you are Y/N..”

Y/N: “lets do it, i cant wait to start practicing/discovering my powers...”

Zedd: “ergo consentire in matrimonium est vinculum universorum vincula? (do you agree to the bindings of this marriage bond?)”

Y/N: “Nunc munere in hoc conveniunt (i do hereby agree)”

John: “Nunc munere in hoc conveniunt (i do hereby agree)”

Zedd lowered the circle before speaking one final line as though to complete the binding.

Zedd: “Ecce ego unionem in magica huius benedicat constitutionis (i hereby bless this union under the magical constitution) you may kiss the bride...”

John leaned in at the sametime you did and your lips did the rest, before long your hands were freed but they seemed to do their own thing...

but thats when Zedd had a vision, she started sketching as you and John made out right in the middle of the bunker, she saw multiple things...

doves

rings

a cage

the demonic circle

a set of demonic black eyes

a broken knot

seeing all these things kinda terrified Zedd but she was just happy that right then her friend and her friends soulmate were happy but she finished sketching anyway and hid it in the back of her book... for the fear that if she told right now it would make things worse than they already were...

~thats all for now folks~