#btw they are totally still dressed under the blanket

[crazyyluvr]

The World Wants to Melt my Face Off I Swear-

pairing: sirius black x gn!reader

summary: If the summer heat was not going to back down, you’re just going to take matter into your own hands. And Sirius is all up for it.

genre: fluff, mild suggestiveness

wc: 698

content: modern au, you and sirius live together, established relationship, reader removes/changes clothes but no gender-aligned body parts are mentioned, HOT SUMMER HEAT, watermelon <3

note: totally didn’t write this because it’s so damn hot and i need a way to cope with the heat, totally not… (i wouldn't do this if I lived with someone, but if I lived alone, I'd 100% walk around in just my underwear — THAT'S HOW HORRIBLE THE HEAT IS HERE)

drabble under the cut :: not edited

Summer was relentless.

It was like the world was getting hotter every year, because you were pretty sure that you didn’t feel like you were going to get burns on your feet just from walking around in your house a few years ago.

Sirius found it amusing to hear you swear to yourself once in a while and complain about the heat radiating off the walls of your shared home. The scrunch of your eyebrows and the way your lip set in a slightly curving pout was adorable to him.

But that wasn’t the only reasons why he enjoyed the times when you get worked up like this.

The long-haired boy liked it because you would change your dressing style at home to accommodate the heat and make sure your body doesn’t feel too warm.

Your usual baggy, long-sleeved style was replaced with tank tops and shorts that left little to his imagination. It was one of the only times you didn’t care about how much skin you were displaying, more focused on keeping yourself from overheating.

You were rummaging around the kitchen one late afternoon, trying to find ice for your beverage. Not even the cold that it got from being in the fridge was enough for you.

Sirius was laying down in your shared bedroom, the air conditioner working overtime to keep the room chilly enough to keep you comfortable. He was already buried under the comforter and an extra blanket and yet he was still shivering a little. How were you this warm-blooded?

"Siri!" You called, voice muffled from the walls, but it reached Sirius's ears nonetheless. He pulled the covers off of him and walked towards the door. He opened it to be greeted by a rush of heat.

"Close it quickly, you'll let the cold out," you said, focused on your task in the kitchen. It was mid afternoon, and the sun was merciless with its bright and hot rays breaking through the windows.

He soft and fond laugh escaped his lips, but he followed your wishes and shut the door gently behind him.

"You hollered for me love?" He said, turning to look at you before stopping in your tracks.

You didn't have a shirt on. (If you have a bra, then you're wearing a sports bra still btw <3)

Your back was exposed to him, showing off the curve of your spine and the contours of your back.

"You want some watermelon?" You asked, still not turning to look at him. "I found some earlier today in the market and left them in the fridge, so now they're cold."

You finally looked over your shoulder when you didn't get a response, only to roll your eyes when you saw Sirius's dumbstruck expression.

"What? It's hot!" You said defensively, putting down your knife and angling your body to properly face him.

He grinned, approaching you and examining your body (as if it wasn't anything he hasn't seen before). "You're hot, babe."

You rolled your eyes again, but a smile slipped past your façade. "Suree..."

Sirius put his hands on your hips, dragging them up your sides and to your shoulders. You shivered slightly from the cold that lingered on his pale fingers.

"We can just have the watermelon later," he murmured, leaning in and placing a kiss on the crook of your neck that was coated in a light sheen of sweat, making you laugh and push him away. "Sirius I'm sweaty!"

"So?" Sirius shrugged, pulling you closer still. "It's not something I haven't dealt with."

You swat his arm, turning around and focusing back on your fruit, but it was hard when Sirius molded his chest into your back, placing kisses on shoulder, neck, and the higher part of your back.

"Sirius, I want to have fruit," You said, voice slightly whiny.

Sirius groaned. "Fineee, but we're definitely gonna do something about this when we're done."

He pressed his hips against you and you gasped when you felt something against you, shoving him away with another laugh. "Sirius Black, you horny man!"

"Only for you, m'love," he said cheekily, winking.

You did end up happily eating your fruit. And helping Sirius with his little (not really little) problem as well.

[sp-by-april]

🍒🧡🦂🙌🕯️ love u and appreciate ur service btw 🫡🫡🫡🫡

This is Smut Cafe and also tonight's first smut shot!! Kenny, corruption, praise with a soupcon of romance!

Kenny x F!Reader

[Kenny McCormick Master List]

I’d always really liked Kenny. He was a great guy! Sure, his friends were assholes and he could be a bit of a perv, but there was a lot more to him than that, I could tell. We would flirt sometimes, but it never went anywhere. I was still a virgin. To give you a sense of where I was… I’d never even seen a naked man in person before.

One night I was at a party and Kenny had cornered me in the hallway. He was talking in my ear about how badly he wanted me, and he was tired of just flirting in passing – All kinds of things. I figured he was just being drunk and rambling, you know?

Then he pulled me into Clyde’s bedroom. He put his hands on my cheeks and pulled me into a hungry kiss.

No one had ever kissed me like that in my life. His tongue was in my mouth, rolling over mine, and my body went limp, like I was melting.

When out kiss broke, his hands ran down my back, “I hate not being able to touch you during class,”

He pushed me down onto the bed and climbed on top of me. His hands drifted down to my thighs and up my dress.

He started to pull my panties down and I practically flinched, pushing on his chest, “What are you doing!?”

His hands went right back up my dress and held onto my hips, pulling me up against him again, “I told you, I have to touch you,”

“Kenny – I –“ I stammered, “I’m a virgin,”

A big grin spread across his face, “Really?”

I nodded my confirmation.

He kissed my neck, “Then I’ll be your first,”

“Kenny.. I can’t – We shouldn’t – “ The idea intrigued me, but I was planning on saving myself.

I didn’t want to lose my virginity in someone else’s bedroom. Then again, if that was true, why did everything between my legs feel so warm and wet?

“I’m so fucking hard, I can’t take it,” Kenny pushed his hips into me, “Just help me out,”

I’d felt it the whole time, but when he pushed into me I could tell he was telling the truth. His hard-on pushed into my thigh firmly, and it felt big.

He pulled my panties down, slipped them off and tossed them aside. Then he pushed his pants down to his thighs and my eyes went wide. My hunch was right, he was big. His cock was so thick and dripping wet that I was intimidated.

“You’re so fucking perfect, I can’t stop thinking about you,” He leaned over me as he rubbed the leaking tip over my slit, “I’m glad it’s gonna be me,”

He kissed me, pushing his tongue and manhood inside of me at the same time. I gasped into his mouth as Kenny tore through my virginity.

He groaned over me as his hips started to move against me, “You look so fucking hot with my dick inside you,”

I grabbed onto his sides as he moved in long, deep, slow strokes. At first. I grabbed handfuls of the blanket beneath me and I couldn’t help but moan as Kenny fucked me for thee first time.

He started to pick up the pace and I could hardly stand it. He felt so fucking amazing, I’d never felt like that in my life.

Kenny looked fucking enthralled with me, his jaw was slack and his heavy-lidded eyes focused on my body moving under him, “You’re making me feel so good,”

Then his hand dipped between us.

“I want to feel you come right on my dick,” His fingers found my clit and he started to rub me in tight little circles, “Can you do that? Can you come for me?”

He phrased it like a question, but the tone felt like an order. Either way, thee choice was out of my hands. pushed me over the edge without a second thought.

I threw my head back into the mattress and a loud, trembling moan poured out of me. My nails dug into his skin and all my muscles totally seized up. This was another new experience, I’d never had an orgasm this intense. All the pleasure washed over me like a tidal wave. The soft, silky walls inside of my core fastened up and gripped him like a needy little vise.

Apparently it was too much for him, too. He locked his mouth onto mine and his hips jerked into me. His cock pulsed as he filled me up with spurt after spurt of hot, sticky seed.

“Your first time –” He panted over me with a big grin, “I’m glad that it was me,”

[mel-chan366]

This is my Sheith Secret Santa gift for #68 Anon 3!! No idea who you are, but I sure hope you like your gift!! :D You requested something cuddly, like the two cuddled up in bed or similar. Hope this is cuddly enough!! ;)

Thanks to @sheithsecretsanta for organizing this event!! ;D

[bowieandqueen11]

Karl Heisenberg As A Dad Headcanons

Request: Would you happen to have any wholesome Dad!Heisenberg HCs? 👉🏻👈🏻 Your writing is absolutely wonderful btw! ❤️

Oh my goodness thank you so much my lovely!!! This is such a sweet request <3

If you enjoy, please comment and reblog!

(Gif credit goes to: @robotoco-fanart​, character and Resident Evil do not belong to me, all rights and credit goes to its creator)

OKAY OKAY OKAY 

softdadsoftdadsoftdadsoftsoftsoft

At first, the man literally has no idea what to do with a kid. His idea of looking after children is to just to just let them go wild so they can go live in trees or whatever.

So, when his daughter first arrives into his arms at the factory, the first thing that pops into Karl’s head is whether he can ship the poor thing off to go live with Donna and her house of dolls because he thinks a baby would cramp his style too much.

Much deeper down inside though, right down at the fragmented shards that nestled and poked at the bottom of his heart, he was also worried for the kid. He knew he couldn’t give them a proper life. Heck, he could barely look after himself with his crazy family around. How was he supposed to protect a kid from Mother Miranda?

Although everyone was sure the frown on his face when he first saw the kiddo was one of distaste, in reality he was just really sad because he believed he could never be the father this child deserved.

Then one day, he decides to take a break from experimenting on soldats down in the basement levels of his factory to go up and check on the kiddo, mainly just to make sure Donna hasn’t let her crawl out of her crib and eat any important old documents or blueprints he left lying around his bedroom’s cabinet. But when he goes into the room, peering down with those falling glasses on the bridge of his nose into the little cot by the corner window, he finds himself scared.

For the first time in his life, something pains through his chest. But this time it isn’t horror, or arrogance, or repugnance, or fear anger hatred loneliness - no, this thing was warm, running jolts around his stomach until he felt almost queasy with the power of it.

Love. What he felt, for the first time in his life, was love. His little kiddo looked up at him with these big, kind puppy eyes - the same colour as his, and reached up to wrap her little pudgy fingers around his coarse, shaking thumb that leant on the wood.

And boom, that was it. Game over for vengeful Heisenberg. Cue protective dad mode.

(Although he was a little less certain when the little trickster grabbed his sunglasses from off his face, but that’s okay. He can make a new pair of those any time. But her, she was irreplaceable in his heart.)

Okay, but can you just imagine Karl holding his little daughter in like a little knitted blanket, coddled up against his ragged chest as he rocks her with tears in his eyes omg???

As kiddo grows up, there’s a protective ring of Lycans standing guard around the outskirts of the factory’s fields at all times, 24/7. No one from the village is allowed in or out under any business, which is where the rumour of the Lords being like vampires or werewolves begins (although sometimes Karl will pop down into the town and spend some time spreading rumours at the inn just because he likes to see people’s faces when they realise he is THE werewolf Heisenberg their family have told them never to go near.)

Kiddo isn’t allowed to go out anywhere near the village either unless Karl comes with her. When she’s young, he’ll have massive coats on the two of them so they don’t freeze in the snow that dusts the rocky ground with its tendrils, carrying kiddo on his hip. If she’s a bit older, he has an arm tight around her shoulder so she’s tucked just inside the edge of his trench coat, and he growls at any person that dares to look at her for longer than two seconds.

He spends a long time trying to make her first word dad - he sees it as like a source of pride that it should be. Sometimes he’ll sit her down on a workbench and just stare down at her all seriously, until his mouth drops open and he pulls a silly face to make her laugh. Then, when he works, he keeps on just repeating ‘dadda’ or ‘come on kiddo, you can say it’ but ends up being so annoyed when her first word is her trying to say Angie lmao.

For like a week he disappears, and Donna becomes worried about what he’s doing, and why there’s no noise or sound from him except smoky tendrils of steam and licks of fire bellowing out from the belly of the factory every so often. Turns out, as he sneaks in to kiss his daughter on the forehead one late night while she’s sleeping, and takes a moment to hang it over her cot, he was making a little mobile of two wolves chasing the sun and moon.

Since our man ‘works from home’, when kiddo gets to become a bit older he invites her down to learn the tricks of the trade with him. Mostly this just involves her sitting on a stool down in his office room with a bored looking face as he wildly and animatedly throws shards of metal into the pictures of Alcina and Miranda, explaining why she should never go near them.

In the end they’re both kind of knackered, so by the time lunch rolls through they’ve both laid down on a bench and fallen asleep on each other’s shoulders.

Although he’s not the best at showing affection, he is trying, he really is. This usually comes through as him reading bedtime stories to his kiddo, lying down on the duvet next to her and nearly shoving the poor child out of the bed. He totally gets coerced into doing silly voices for all the characters, and although he pretends to groan and roll his eyes he gets way too into it.

Usually, though, he’s the one to fall asleep first. Kiddo usually wakes up to find her dad still asleep against the headboard, with the book collapsed on the floor and Karl’s hat hanging half over his face as he snores.

When she’s younger, and Karl doesn’t want to go to family meetings, he’ll dress her up in his long coat and hat that hangs over her eyes and sends her off, laughing his ass off the whole while at the way the frayed fabric ends trail across the floor as she tries to walk.

He says Alcina is so tall anyway she wouldn’t notice the difference.

Most of the time he just takes her with her though, because despite how gruff and how much of a lone wolf he pretends to be he has pretty bad separation anxiety. She’ll just sit on his knee as he makes her laugh by pretending to mimic Miranda, telling everyone to shut up anytime she starts babbling, giving her his full attention.

He also says the babbling makes more sense than anything Alcina has ever said, which ends up with poor Donna holding the baby while the two of them tussle about the pews.

Also please imagine Donna roping him into doing tea parties.

He’s not a great teacher, so Moreau steps in. Heck, sometimes even Karl will be sitting next to his daughter on the floor in confusion because he has no idea what algebraic fractions are.

His daughter is the most important thing in the world to him, and he will do everything in his power to protect her from the outside world.

[mha-adore]

General HCs: Students

Excluding Dekusquad and Bakusquad I have everyone else here, I hope you like it ☺

Tokoyami (+Dark Shadow)

* He's really trying to be a harbinger of truth and exposer of deciet. He's a dork. He's just trying to impress you.

* He's so stupidly into music and has like seven playlists he's made for you. Please listen to them he worked hard. He's really shy about his music tastes.

* Dark Shadow teases him relentlessly. You're walking near him? Tokoyami mysteriously trips into your open arms. You need help reaching something on a high shelf? Shadow birb got you covered. His only goal is to make you notice how flustered he is with you.

* He's insecure about being part avian. Most people aren't really attracted to birds, right? Honestly he could look like anything, it doesn't matter. He's a little angsty but kind hearted and pays close attention to you.

Jiro

* She's written like fifteen songs for you and you've heard none of them. They're top secret hidden in her locked diary. If you ask her very nicely and promise not to judge she'll play some for you.

* Expect a lot of punk and metal gifts from her. Her entire existence is punk and metal please lift her up. She is so shy about it.

* Totally the flustered gf. Borrows your clothes without asking and denies it only to approach you in front of everyone else and be like "oh hey here's your shirt back btw" and leave like it was nothing but she is screaming inside.

* Honestly just share a closet with her you two would trade clothes so often you'd need to stitch your names into the tags to keep track. Share the same perfume/cologne too while you're at it. Did you use the same fragrance or did you snuggle together for an hour? No one else knows.

Momo

* She knows other people are after her either for her physique, her family wealth or both and as such, is distrustful at first. She doesn't want to fall for someone only to learn they're using her. Give her space to get comfortable with who you are.

* That said when she knows it's genuine feelings she spoils you rotten. Designer clothes, expensive jewelry, a custom hero costume etc. Her wallet is yours for the taking. Please don't fuck her over.

* Because her family is well known both as elites and heroes she has a reputation to keep up. She insists that you go with her dressed well and looking great so she can show you off with style.

* She is actually very soft hearted and needs some soft love sometimes. Just sit with her under a blanket she made and watch a romcom. Don't judge her for binge eating, she needs to eat well to support her quirk. If anyone makes fun of her kick their ass into the stratosphere.

Aoyama

* He simply will not stop sparkling and neither shall you. He shares his skin care, hair care and multi vitamins with you. You're both glowing, literally.

* He can be spontaneous and over the top in everything he does. He likes to show off and catch stares. He wants to catch your stare. If you gaze longingly at him he'll act suave while squealing with glee inside.

* He spends his money frivolously. He buys expensive care products, jewelry, clothes, stuffed animals...Did I mention it's all for you? He's penniless for you and doesn't mind that at all.

* He craves your attention so much. Spend some time alone with him and just look at him. In public keep your eyes locked on him. His ego will go through the roof, in the best way.

Monoma

* He is so fucking full of himself. Until you're around. He's usually narcissistic and up his own ass but when you walk by he's suddenly humble, kind and friendly. It's just him wanting you to see his good side.

* Sweet hearted asshole wants to feel loved. Just be kind to him. Help him with his homework. Spend free time with him. Help him show up 1-A. He'll love it.

* Totally uses you as a reason 1-B is better than 1-A. "Sure you guys fought villains and all but you don't have anyone even vaguely as attractive as my beloved!" Just let him have his fun in the sun.

* His hero costume is over the top for a reason. He wants to be the prince to sweep you off your feet, kiss you and ride off on a horse. He has the attire covered. Next, your love.

Hitoshi

* Above anything please just be accepting of his quirk. Don't ask him to use it for anything unnecessary or say anything bad about it. He's been ridiculed his entire life for his "villainous quirk", please be kind.

* Nap with him dammit. He's sleeping deprived because he pours all day and night into becoming good enough for 1-A. He wants to be a real hero and he values that over sleep. Cuddle with him at night and he'll sleep like a happy rock.

* You must love cats, end of discussion. His backpack is cat shaped, his phone case is a cat, his spirit animal is a cat, he may as well be a cat. He'd be over the moon if you compares him to a Maine Coon.

* When he does get into 1-A please be happy for him. He worked so hard for it, show your support. Even if you're in different classes you can see each other during lunchbreaks and after school.

Mirio

* He is sunshine. He is warmth. He adopts introverts. It's our man. His hugs are like butterfly kisses if they could crush you.

* He's the type to be really into you and still treat you like a friend. He can't get with someone unless he knows them very well beforehand.

* Though he's friendly and out reaching to others he's still a private person who shares little about his personal life. He needs to learn about you first. Being open yourself will encourage him to start chatting about himself.

* He loves romantic songs. He isn't one for Spotify, playlists or the such but if he hears a song that makes him think of you he's texting you the link immediately. He gets so caught up texting you that he stops listening to others and is in his own little world.

Tamaki

* He is just....So shy. So baby. He really wants to be a strong hero and save the people he loves but he is so shy. Don't pressure him into anything, he just needs someone who will let him be himself.

* That said, he has no experience in love. He's had crushes over the years but nothing meaningful enough to mention. Until you came along and took his heart for a stroll. Now you're all he thinks about. Is your hand warm? Do you like to kiss cheeks? What's your favorite flavor Pop Tart?

* When he manages to confess to you (not if, when) it'll be something cheesy but sweet. Like on Valentine's Day he'll leave a heartfelt card on your desk with his signature and a flower. He's a simple man.

* His feelings are so sensitive please never yell at him, not even out of excitement. He's scared of upsetting the people he cares about and wouldn't dream of upsetting you, his little mochi ice cream. Yes all his pet names for you are based on food.

Nejire

* She's the personification of a flower crown. With thorns. Very soft, sweet and pleasing to the eyes but very capable of defending herself. She is not a sex object and beats the ass of anyone who says so about herself or you.

* I personally headcanon her as asexual but that's my idea on it. You can see it however you like. Either way she's very romantic and loves cute gestures like 3 foot tall teddy bears and hand sewn clothes.

* Imagine this: at the beauty pageant, she wears a dress you sewed for her yourself and, alongside her natural beauty and talent, wins the pageant. She would have just been proud to show everyone your skills but she won wearing that dress, you can bet she's telling everyone you made it.

* She treats Eri like a daughter and hopes you'll do the same with her. Call it a little childish but she loves the idea of playing house with you. Married in a little happy home caring for Eri together.

I think that's everyone I need to add for now. If you want to see someone else in this let me know! My next two posts will be this same format for pros and villains. If you have any headcanons to share or a request my inbox is open

[giorno-plays-piano]

Soooo first of I'm really REALLY happy that I've found your blog and your writing is AMAZING ❤️ And I wanted to ask for a Yandere! Loki x Reader maybe? Were the reader just has a normal life but then Loki sees her while the battle in New York and he can't get her out of his head. And he decides to kidnap her and bring her somewhere nobody can find her. (Sorry if there are mistakes English is not my native language 😅)

Thank you so much, dear! I'm so sorry for being slow with requests. I hope you will enjoy this one! Btw I’m not a native either, but I think your English is totally good 😌

Of gods and monsters

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, implied stalking, kidnapping, allusion to non-con.

Words: 1165.

P.S. Of course, I just had to include one of those overused quotes 🙄

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Watching you sleep became one of his favorite things a long time ago, but watching you sleep on a magnificent, enormously big canopy bed meters away from him gave Loki a very different kind of satisfaction: he thought the feeling of owning you could explain it, but there was something else to it, something he couldn’t quite comprehend.

When he first saw you, it was barely the time to get distracted: Chitauri were flooding into New York, and he was fighting Avengers to complete his glorious mission. Yet that was the moment when Loki spotted a lone woman sitting on a bench near a small fountain, a book in her hands when she stared somewhere in front of her, not moving yet showing no great distress. You just sat there, in the heat of the battle, with Chitauri flying over your head on their vehicles. Strangely, you were unharmed while everything around you was promptly getting destroyed.

You reminded Loki of a sacred statue, an ancient deity carved in stone, silent and cold. You cared little for destruction and death surrounding you, deaf to sharp cries of pain and screams. Frozen in place, you were staring into the abyss, and the abyss didn’t frighten you.

Of course, much later, when the Avengers were defeated and Loki gained control over the Earth, he learnt that time you were under heavy medication, indifferent to the world surrounding you, but he didn’t change his mind, watching you secretly from afar. No, you were exactly who he saw you were, and the more he watched, the more Loki knew he couldn’t just leave you among those pathetic human beings surrounding you.

When you shifted slightly beneath the silky rose blanket, his gaze returned to your peaceful face, and Loki sensed you finally waking up: the sleep potion he gave you wasn’t a strong one, but, locked in a human body, you needed a gentle treatment.

Moving your head on a pillow, you covered your eyes with your palm, rubbing the skin a little before you slowly got up; the curves of your body now on display because of a shiny see-through fabric of the ivory nightgown Loki dressed you in. Enjoying the view, he smiled when he realized the potion was still working: your movements were slow and clumsy; you didn’t ever register waking up not in your own bed.

“Did you sleep well?” He raised his voice once he spotted you trying to stand on your shaky legs, and you slowly sat down, turning your head to him.

You were looking at him with almost the same eyes you looked at the fountain that day in New York.

“I did.” You muttered in a quiet voice, observing the man you saw for a first time in your life silently. “Thank you.”

Letting out a soft chuckle, he stood up from his place and headed to you nonchalantly, giving you a chance to look at him in all his glory: enveloped in warm, dozy light, he was that God the short-sighted, foolish humans had always been searching for. But you weren’t one of them, he knew, and he wasn’t surprised when he saw the blank expression on your face instead of adoration and fawning. You were above all that.

“Who are you?”

You were still quiet when you asked Loki a question, and he felt a strange satisfaction seeing you reacting with such grace. When he stayed silent, your eyes starting darting towards the room if you could call this space a room at all. Of course, you had never been to Asgard and could barely imagine what it was like: a place he brought you to looked like something in between a huge hall and cherry gardens lit with light as if Loki brought the sun inside. There was even a little pond surrounded by pale marble stones, and you could see something gleaming in the water. With a lavish, dark-wooden canopy bed, dressers and vanity, it all looked breathtakingly beautiful, but... fake, phantasmagoric, like a composition in an art museum, carefully constructed but having no connection to reality. It was as if this place were frozen in time.

“You have always liked Greek myths, haven’t you?” Loki said, stopping only when he reached your bed and sat close to you, bringing his hand to the back of your neck and softly brushing his fingers against your warm skin. "I remember you had so many books about ancient gods. If I piled them up, they could reach the selling of your apartment."

For the first time, Loki felt you trembling just a little at the mention of your apartment and clear implication that he had been there. Funny, but the fact you were a little scared of him now gave him satisfaction, too, and the way you looked at him told the man you started being aware what exactly was happening.

"What was your most favorite myth, once again?"

Slightly massaging the back of your neck, he then set his hands on your bare shoulders, squeezing them tight until you tensed; he started rubbing them once he felt you flinching. Loki didn't need you to answer his question: he knew well you loved the story of Hades and Persephone. It seemed amusing, if not ridiculous to him that people find this barbaric ritual romantic, but maybe it was for the best: if you liked this odd tradition so much, Loki decided you would find his gesture sympathetic and even compassionate.

Despite the fact you were now aware the man close to you was not a human being, you looked at him with dignity, "Are you a god of the dead, then?"

"Sometimes I am." Tilting his head and letting his long black hair fall on your bare shoulder, Loki touched your cheek with his thumb, and you felt his breath on your skin. "You don't have to worry, I'm not dragging you to Hell, darling, though I won't let you return back to Earth either. This 9 to 3 months rule seems quite silly to me."

"Back to Earth?"

He saw the confusion and visible discomfort on your face when you realized you weren't even in your own realm, and a wicked, sadistic pleasure rose somewhere inside his chest; pure joy washing over him once the realization hit you. There was only one God in front of whom people of Earth were kneeling now.

"Why are you frightened? I expected more from a girl who didn't run from death in New York." You got up on your still shaky legs with Loki watching you with a wide green on his face when you grabbed the headboard, almost falling down: were you truly thinking of escaping him now?

Oh, he was enjoying it so much more than he thought he would. Maybe there was something in that silly myth you humans loved so much, finally.

"If you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you."

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[4stars-uswnt]

Dressed Up In White [Emily Sonnett x Reader]

A/N: this wasn’t requested (sorry!! i will get to all of your requests soon! i promise) but i listened to this song and couldn’t help myself.

this is a squel to Wonder What it’s Like to be Loved by You, though you technically don’t need to read it before this one (but you should ;)), and it’s inspired by the song Dressed Up In White by CAL (btw i had to change one of the lyrics to fit two women)

Listen to Dressed Up In White by CAL here

You hear a knock, halting your pacing.

“Can I come in?” Christen opens the door, peeking her head in.

You give her a sheepish nod, unable to find your voice, before continuing to pace.

“Woah, woah, (Y/N).” The older woman puts her hands on your shoulders. “What has you so worked up?”

“I don’t know.” You let out a sigh. “I’m nervous, which I know is stupid because I’ve been waiting for this day for years, but I just can’t shake this feeling.”

Christen takes your hands and guides you to sit down. “Are you having second thoughts?”

“Of course not!” Your eyes widen, and you shake your head. “I love Emily with all my heart, and I want to marry her and spend the rest of my life with her.”

“Good. I knew that, just wanted to be sure.” Christen observes you, knowing there’s something deeper that’s bothering you. “Talk to me, (Y/N/N), what’s really going on?”

“I wish my parents were here.” You mumble, looking down at your hands. The older forward knew your story and how your parents had died in a car crash when you were only eight years old, and how you grew up in the system where everything went down hill, and how that led you to soccer and the USWNT.

When you had joined the Royals at the age of only 18, having aged out of the system, both Christen and Kelley took on a motherly role in your life. They always had your back and took care of you, supporting and helping you through all the trials and tribulations of life. Today, Christen was your maid of honor and Kelley your only bridesmaid.

“Oh, baby,” the curly-haired woman whispers, pulling you in for a tight hug. “They would’ve loved to be here to celebrate with you.”

For the next few minutes, Christen whispers sweet nothings in your ear, as you mourn the absence of your parents. Collecting yourself with a deep breath, you unwrap from the hug.

“Enough crying.” You let out a wet chuckle, wiping your eyes, careful not to ruin your makeup because you know Alex would have your head if you did. “This is supposed to be a happy day.”

“And it is.” She gives a small smile, squeezing your hands.

“Umm, Chris, can I ask you something?” You look at her nervously.

“Of course.”

“Willyouwalkmedowntheaisle?”

“I’m sorry, (Y/N/N), but you’re gonna have to repeat that and maybe slow down a little.” Christen chuckles, her eyes warm and comforting.

“Will you walk me down the aisle?” You repeat, holding your breath, waiting for a response, before rambling on. “I know I should’ve thought of this sooner or asked you earlier, but I didn’t really think about it till now, and you’re probably the closest person I have to a mother or a father, so it only seems fitting. I totally understand if you—”

“(Y/N)!” Christen cuts you off, her eyes getting misty. “I would be honored to walk you down the aisle.” She pulls you in for another bone-crushing hug.

“Hey, kiddo, you almost ready?” Kelley steps through the door. “Oh, I see how it is, no love for me then?”

You roll your eyes and move to give Kelley a tight hug. “Proud of you, (Y/N/N).” She whispers into your hair.

“Love you, Kel.”

“You ready?” Christen approaches from behind you, holding her arm out for you to take. Not missing the gesture, Kelley raises her eyebrow.

“Chris is gonna walk me down the aisle.” You quickly explain.

The defender’s face softens. “Well, we better get out there. It’s time.”

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You and Christen walk on the pathway through the garden, and when you arrive at the venue area, you gasp. There at the end of the aisle stood Emily Sonnett, the love of your life, dressed in her tailored suit. You faintly hear the notes of Can’t Help Falling in Love playing in the air and barely notice the guests standing, as your attention is solely on the woman waiting for you.

After what feels like the longest walk, you finally stand before her. You turn to hug Christen, who whispers a quick ‘I love you,’ to which you return.

The forward then turns to Emily and says, “Take care of her,” which Emily responds with a nod and a quiet ‘of course.’

Ashlyn, who you had chosen to officiate, which both Syd and Pinoe had some objections to, starts the ceremony.

“We are gathered here today to celebrate (Y/N) and Emily and the love they share. I have personally witnessed the growth and strength of their relationship. The love, respect, and commitment they have for each other never fails to awe me, though may I remind you that Ali and I are still the superior wives on the team.” She winks at the two of you, earning a couple laughs from your teammates and a ‘damn right’ from Ali.

Ash continues to trail on with the formalities of the ceremony, however both you and Emily fail to pay attention, your focus on each other.

“Well,” Ash clears her throat, snapping both of you out of your trances. “The rings?”

Cassius Dwyer hops out of his seat, reaches into his pocket, and carefully hands them to each of you. You and Emily crouch down to take them from him, ruffling his hair. “Thanks, bud.”

He gives you a toothy grin and scampers back to his seat next to his mom.

“Emily?” Ashlyn repeats.

“Hm?”

“Your vows?” The goalie chuckles knowingly.

Emily’s eyes widen at being caught staring at you for too long, and you giggle at her flustered state.

“(Y/N),” she clears her throat before continuing, “the moment you walked into my life, I knew you were special. You shine so bright and exude positivity wherever you go. For the past two and a half years, it has been an absolute privilege to be loved by you.” Emily takes a deep breath, and you run your thumb along her knuckles, sensing her nerves.

“Your passion for life makes me want to be a better person. I promise to be your best friend through thick and thin. I promise to always give you snuggles, even when you hog all the blankets.” You roll your eyes at that, as a light chuckle comes from the crowd.

“I promise to always support you and your aspirations. To always give you my best. I promise to never go easy on you in training even though I know you’ll beat me anyways.”

You hear many of your teammates laugh, and Kelley calls out from behind you. “Give yourself a little credit, Sonny!” She then turns to the rest of the guests. “It’s true though.” Another wave of laughter takes over the ceremony, as Emily finishes her vows.

“(Y/N), there are many things that I can’t promise, I know that, but what I can absolutely promise is to love you unconditionally day in and day out because that is something I know will never change. So, I give you this ring, as a symbol of that promise.”

By now, both you and Emily are on the verge of tears, as she shakily slips the wedding band onto your finger.

“I don’t know how you’re gonna follow that, (Y/N), but if anybody can, it’s definitely you,” Ashlyn prompts, encouraging you to say your vows.

You take a deep breath and gather yourself. “Emily, you constantly surprise me, distract me, captivate me, and challenge me in ways no one else ever has, and I thank you for that.

“You make it easy to fall in love with you again and again without reservation. I promise to be true to you, to uplift and support you, to frustrate and challenge you, and to always share with you the beautiful moments of life. And maybe, just maybe, I might let you win an argument once in a while.”

Emily just chuckles, shaking her head, scoffing under her breath, “As if.”

You just smirk at the blonde and continue your vows.

“No matter what trials we encounter or how much time has passed, I know our love will never fade or falter, that we will always find strength in one another, and that we will continue to grow side by side.

“I believe in the honesty of what we are and what we share, and I will love you always, with every beat of my heart. This ring is a token of my love. I offer you all that I have, all that I am, and all that I will be.”

You carefully slide the wedding band onto her finger.

“Do you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), take the Emily Sonnett to be your lawfully wedded wife, your best friend and partner in crime for the rest of your life?” Ashlyn officiates.

“I do.”

“And do you, Emily Sonnett, take the (Y/N) (Y/L/N) to be your lawful wedded wife, your confidant and go to person for the rest of your life?”

“I do.” The two of you share a shining smile.

“Well,” Ash sighs, her own eyes misty, “by the power vested in me, by oneminutemister.org, I now pronounce you wife and wife.” She pauses and smiles at the two of you waiting anxiously. Deciding to put you out of you misery, the woman finally announced, “You may now kiss!”

You cup Emily’s face and connect your lips for a searing kiss, your first of many as a married couple.

Resting your forehead against hers, you whisper against her lips, “I love you, Emily Sonnett.”

“I love you too, (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

You give her a faux serious glare. “It’s Sonnett.”

She just gives you a soft look full of love and sighs contently. “Yeah, yeah it is.”

“C’mon, let’s go.” You grin, and you turn to walk down the aisle, as Emily raises your connected hands into the air, which causes your friends and family to clap and holler even louder.

“Woooooo!!!” Emily cheers along with them, and you just giggle, wondering to yourself how you got this lucky.

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“Ahem.” Emily clears her throat into the microphone. “If I could have everyone’s attention please.”

The entire venue turns to look at the blonde defender, who abandoned her suit blazer a while ago, her sleeves rolled up and the top two buttons unbuttoned.

“Firstly, I just want to thank you all for joining us this evening and making it special and one to remember.” She pauses, as many of the USWNT members cheer and holler, many of them on their way to being drunk. Emily then looks down at the seat next to her where you’re sitting, a soft smile on her face, and you glance up at her, eyes full of love. “Secondly, (Y/N), my wife, I am so grateful to be loved by you, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. There’s so much else I want to say, but I’m not the best with words.”

A wave of laughs echoes amongst the crowd, Lindsey and Kelley confirming that statement. “That’s an understatement, Em!” The midfielder yells, having spent hours upon hours helping her best friend write her vows.

Emily blushes but continues her speech. “Well, with that being said, I wrote a song instead.” She takes your hand and leads you to the chair that has been placed in the middle of the dance floor. As you take your seat, Emily, still with the mic in hand, heads up onto the stage, joining the band.

“For those of you who don’t know, our relationship actually started with me serenading (Y/N), so I thought I’d bring it full circle. Babe, this one’s for you.” Your wife gives you a wink and then mouths, ‘as always,’ before taking a deep breath, as the band starts playing an unfamiliar tune.

As far as heartbeats go

Mine is beating right out of my chest

As far as prayers may go

Oh damn it baby I feel blessed

Emily steps down from the stage and walks towards you.

As far as loving you

Well you know I'm a little obsessed

And as far as moments go

This is one we'll never forget

You bite your lip, as you unsuccessfully attempt to hide an ear-splitting grin from breaking out across your face, as you admire your wife.

Baby I've wanted this for as long as I know

'Cause I wrote this song a long long time ago

Emily glances at you and smirks, as you both know the truth behind the lyrics. The two of you had pined over each other for months before you had started dating and dated for years before you finally popped the question.  

And it goes

I wanna see you all dressed up in white

Baby I'm gonna love you for the rest of my life

And I told you since I met you

That you'd always be mine

You feel your heart swell with love for your wife, and you see out of the corner of your eye your teammates recording the performance, Kelley even giving you two big thumbs up.

And one day I

I was gonna make you my wife

Well baby tonight

Tonight I'm gonna make you my wife

Emily circles your chair as she sings, before kneeling before you. You tenderly caress her cheek, tears welling up in your eyes. She turns to kiss your palm, before standing up to continue singing.

As far as feelings go

This is the best feeling I've ever known

As far as where I wanna be

Well if you're there that's my home

By now, you’re full on ugly crying, using a tissue to try and save your makeup. You always love Emily’s voice, even if she’s playfully singing along to Mamma Mia for the hundredth time, but there’s something about her serenading you on your wedding night that makes you fall even more head over heels in love.

Everybody raise your glasses

And hold them up high

To the bride to the bride, everybody show some pride

I finally get to call you mine.

As you watch your wife move around the dance floor, performing with ease, you hear many of your teammates, friends, and family cheering, as they dance along to the song.

Your wife pulls you up from the chair and spins you around, a laugh bubbling from your mouth.

Woah, I wanna see you all dressed up in white

Baby I'm gonna love you for the rest of my life

And I told you, since I met you

That you'd always be mine

Baby tonight

Tonight I'm gonna make you my wife

As the last notes echo throughout the room, Emily pulls you close to her, your foreheads resting against each other. Everyone erupts in cheers, as the song finishes, but the two of you are in your own world.

“I love you, (Y/N),” she whispers, a little out of breath, “and I’ll love you forever.”

“I love you too, Em. I can’t wait to see where this life takes us.” You smile softly, before kissing her. Not wanting to put on a whole show for your guests, you pull away and lightly hit your wife’s shoulder.

“I can’t believe you wrote me another song.”

“What can I say?” Emily shrugs nonchalantly. “You deserve the best.”

“And that’s you?” You tease.

“Mhmm,” she hums, the two of you swaying amongst the other couples to the slow song the band is now playing, “and you married me, so you must think so too.”

You sigh peacfully, as you rest your chin on her shoulder. “Yeah, I do.”

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uswnt: ❤️

christenpress: So happy for you (Y/N)! Love you so much❤️

kelleyohara: can’t believe the kids got married 🤧

↳emilysonnett: Kel, shut up. This sounds weird.

emilysonnett: I love you forever and ever. 🤍

lindseyhoran10: I can’t believe my best friends got married🥺🥺

ashlynharris24: What an honor to officiate this ceremony! Love you two and wish you nothing but the best.

lavellerose: Yay for being married! 🥳🍾

sydneyleroux: What a beautiful ceremony for a beautiful couple. Still salty you didn’t let me officiate, but I guess including Cassius made up for it…just a little bit

↳mrapinoe: I’m still salty

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emilysonnett: So we did a thing yesterday…

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uswnt: Well this is definitely something… 🤗

yourusername: You’re my favorite human ever ❤️

lindseyhoran10: So happy for you Dasani!!! 

alexmorgan13: Love you two! Glad we all got to celebrate your love 💓

mrapinoe: Soulmates right there 

malpugh: favorite couple 😍

allie_long_: It finally happened! Congrats you guys!

alikrieger: YOUR SONG THO!!! SO ROMANTIC!! KILLED ME!

↳caitlinfoord: honestly the best part of the whole ceremony

↳kelleyohara: Aren’t you glad we forced you to sing to (Y/N) all those years ago.

        ↳emilysonnett: Maybe…

[meat-husband]

what about an s/o and slasher when they are first together, like dating together and how they start

*holds up 5000 words of nonsense on a silver platter*

Wow this thing is long lmao I’m sorry, I just kept going and it was a lot of fun to do, so I didn’t stop :p

Also, nothing is edited very thoroughly and my writing program likes to change the words I actually mean to type, so there may be some small mistakes.

I might go back and put this under a cut if it’s like obnoxiously long, lemme know lol.

Brahms

If he’s allowing you into the house at all, it’s because he’s already picked you out. You might not know it yet, but that doesn’t matter - it still counts as dating if you’re not aware of it, right? He would be hesitant to actually show himself, since that hasn’t gone very well historically, but he’s staking his claim anyways.

Okay, maybe locking you up in a mansion where he is literally your only option is a bit extreme, but it’s really just making sure you make the best choice, you know. You can’t go wrong if the right one is the only one.

He isn’t going to put up with competition. If you’re not following the rules, things will get a bit dangerous for whoever is hanging around. He’ll try scaring them off at first, but if they don’t take the hint it will get messy quick.

He likes to mess with your things, get you looking all over the house for something, just to find it right where it’s supposed to be a few hours later. You think you’re going crazy for a while, and he finds it amusing that you’re not connecting the dots at all. It’s more of a ‘bully pulling on your pigtails cause he likes you’ sort of thing.

Once he is out of those walls, it’s 0 - 100 real quick. You’ve hardly stopped screaming before he’s all over you, so you’ve got to adapt pretty quickly. He’s clingy right from the start, not out right feeling you up, but definitely more touchy than a murderous stranger spying on you from the walls should be.

The bedtime kiss is obviously non-negotiable, but it’s not just going to be a kiss for long. First it’s just multiple kisses, then a quick hug, then a cuddle, until you might as well be sharing the bed anyways, because he’s wrapped around you and not letting you up. This is where he’ll start to get handsy, playing dumb every time you slap away a straying hand.

You’re his nanny, you guess, but apparently that comes with the part time position of boy/girlfriend as well. It’s a bit confusing sometimes, so it’s best to just go along with it and not question anything.

“Kiss?”

You narrow your eyes at the request, looking over the edge of the book you’re holding with a stern face. You can’t let this start again, you think, knowing that if you give him what he wants he’ll just keep asking for more.

“You’ve already had your goodnight kiss, Brahms,” you say, looking back to the story book. “In fact, you’ve had two already.”

He shifts a little under the covers, sitting up against the pillow.

“Again?” He asks. “Please.”

Well, at least he’s using his manners now, which is a big step above the tantrum you had endured last night when the same request had been denied. You purse your lips, thinking it over, and decide that one more won’t hurt. It will reinforce being polite, hopefully, and you want to get this story finished quickly and go to bed yourself.

“Alright,” you relent, shifting forward. “Only one more, though, you’re going to get spoiled otherwise.”

He sits up further in anticipation, watching you lean forward and press a quick, chaste kiss to the cheek of his mask. You gather up the book again when it’s done, ready to continue, but a little voice stops you before you can begin to read.

“Oh,” he says, sounding as though there is a pout hiding behind the mask. “That wasn’t the right kiss. I want the right kiss.”

You let out a sigh. You should have known this was coming, he didn’t stay well behaved for long.

“What is the ‘right kiss’, Brahms? You wanted a goodnight kiss, and I gave you three.”

You’re a little frustrated now, knowing that he’s probably just trying to get a rise out of you. You watch as Brahms raises a hand, tapping the painted lips of the mask with one long finger.

“Here,” he insists, tapping his nail against the porcelain. “I want my kiss.”

Michael

He’s going to watch you for a while beforehand, getting to know your schedule, your family, your house. Definitely going to break in and have a look around, either while you’re out or sleeping. May take a thing or two, or even leave something behind for you to find, just to let you know someone’s watching.

It’s going to be a very sudden introduction. One day he’s just there, sitting on your couch, standing behind you on the stairs, or waiting behind a door for you to enter. He’s going to expect you to run, and would honestly be disappointed if you didn’t, but he’ll still give you a few slices even if he doesn’t want to kill you, just to keep the chase interesting.

Oh, you called the police? That’s not going to stop him from showing up, probably in the corner of a dark room while you sleep. If anything it’s just going to motivate him even more. They probably won’t take you too seriously anyways, because since when does Michael Myers chase someone down and not brutally murder them?

He just ?? keeps getting into your damn house??? Like how? You’re starting to realize it’s a lost cause keeping him out, since he will straight up kick down a locked door if he has to. And he hasn’t murdered you so far, although you’ve not caught on yet that this is his way of flirting, seeing as most people don’t murder anyone.

Eventually you treat him like a stray cat that just shows up sometimes, which isn’t far off. You’re still expecting to get the shit murdered out of you one day, but you can’t keep him out so why not try and get along while you can. He’s in your house most days anyways, you should find a way to charge him rent at this point.

Once you’ve accepted that he’s not going anywhere, he’s going to feel free to come and go as he pleases, not that he wasn’t doing that anyway. This is where you cross into ‘exclusive dating’ territory for him, because once he’s in your house without the police being called, that’s the extent of his ability to romance you. This is not at all how a normal person works and you have no idea you’ve just committed yourself to a relationship by not locking your door, but that’s not his problem.

One night you wake up and he’s just in your bed, not even sleeping, just laying right next to you, staring. In his mind, you’re already totally dating at this point, and that’s where boyfriends sleep so ??? What are you gonna do, kick him out? Good luck. This is your life now.

You’re exhausted, piling into your bed as quickly as you can the moment you get home, not bothering to do more than take off your work clothes before crawling under the covers. You lay down with a happy groan, stretching out your arms and legs, ready to pass out and not wake up for the next few days.

You can’t have been asleep for very long when you start to wake again, slowly drifting back into consciousness. The room is still dark but you squint your half open eyes anyway, rolling around until you’re comfortable again, ready to get back to your interrupted slumber. Trying to bring the covers up over your shoulders, you find that they don’t budge when you pull, so you dig your fingers in and pull harder. A grunt has your eyes snapping wide open, heart suddenly racing, struggling to focus your vision in the dark.

Beside you is an unfortunately familiar white face, dark eyes staring at you from the pillow next to yours. You flounder for a moment, clutching the blankets to your chest in alarm as you realize that your usual unwelcome guest has gotten into your bed and you have no clothes on.

“Um, what, uh…” You scramble for anything to say but this situation doesn’t really have a quick fix. “Hi? You’re, uh, in my bed, you know.”

A blank look is all you get, but you should have expected as much. Your eyes dart around, looking for some clue as to what the hell is going on. You notice that he’s still fully dressed, mask and boots included, laying stiffly like he wasn’t used to being comfortable.

“Okay, I guess the couch isn’t good enough anymore, but, uh, this…” There isn’t a nice way to say ‘I’m half naked, please leave’, and since you’ve avoided being murdered so far you’d like it to stay that way.

Before you can start another rambling sentence, a large hand pushes your head down, roughly landing back on your own pillow. Your hands are still clinging to the sheets for dear life, face red with embarrassment, but you can’t help but feel like you’re being ignored.

The hand stays against the side of your head for a moment longer, reaching up to awkwardly pat the top of your head once before returning to the other side of the bed. You stare in disbelief, his eyes looking right back at you, and decide that you don’t feel like dying tonight.

You roll over, putting your back to him, encasing yourself in the blankets and determined to get back to sleep, despite the eyes you can feel on your back.

Bubba

It doesn’t take much to catch his eye, really the first time you smile or give him a tiny compliment he’s going to be hooked. He’ll be a flustered, nervous wreck when you’re around and it will be very obvious that he’s got a crush.

He’s going to want to find a way to win you over, so prepare to receive some weird gifts. Wild flowers and pretty rocks will be presented to you with a red face, but you’ll also get little trinkets made of questionable materials or things with suspicious red stains.

Nubbins (who, btw, follows the daily romance drama like a bored housewife) will be on his brother’s side, but he’s also going to blurt out awkward things around you both. There’s nothing quite like a nice family dinner where the question “H-hey, you and Bubba fuckin’ yet?” has just been asked, loudly.

Drayton, of course, doesn’t approve at all, but after a while he will grudgingly admit that it might be easier having someone else helping around the house, as long as you earn your keep. He’ll try to discourage Bubba, but Nubbins will just go behind his back and tell him to go for it.

You’re going to know right away what Bubba’s up to, so just getting it over with and letting him know you like him back will save you a lot of awkwardness, at least when it comes to the other two brothers butting in. It will take Bubba a while to get used to the concept of you returning his feelings, so he’ll still be nervous at first.

He falls pretty quick though, so by the time you’ve graduated to hand holding you might as well just get married, cause he’s ready to tie the knot. He goes from flirting to lifetime commitment in about two days.

The smell of food wakes you up, drawing you out of bed much earlier than you want to be. You dress in a hurry, still tired but wanting to make it to the table before everything was gone.

You curse as you step out into the hall, leaning on the doorframe as you lift your foot away from whatever you had stepped on. The first thing you had done this morning was hurt yourself, that didn’t bode well for your mood once you got downstairs to breakfast.

Looking down you see the offending item and carefully pick it up. A little collection of worn down teeth, a mix of human and bovine, strung together with little pieces of brightly colored plastic on a bit of wire dangling from your hand. The thing is a little gruesome, but the rest of the house is no less morbid, and you know how the family puts food on the table.

It’s another of Bubba’s gifts, usually given in person, but perhaps he had been too shy this time. You shift in place, a little smile on your face as you turn the charm over in your hand. The wire holding it together looks like clipped pieces of chicken wire, bent and uneven, but you twist the ends together carefully and hook it around your wrist. It’s clunky and bulky, a little too big on your wrist to stay put unless you keep an eye on it, but you will probably have another one offered up soon, so you don’t expect to wear this one for very long.

A voice from the kitchen catches your attention, calling you down for breakfast. It’s quickly followed by another, higher pitched voice, and from the sound of it an argument is starting up. You put the thing in your pocket, deciding to go downstairs and hope for the best, turning at the bottom of the steps into the dining room.

You find it empty, a few plates sat out with silverware piled to the side, and get to work setting the rest of the table. The argument is in full swing now, Drayton and Nubbins apparently having a dispute about something you’re sure is ridiculous anyways, so you stay out of the kitchen despite the alluring smell of food. You’ve only just finished setting the table when Bubba stumbles out of the kitchen, hurrying away from the fighting with a tray of warm biscuits in hand. The gray bun of his mask is messy this morning, apron half tied and on crooked.

“Mornin’,” you say with a smile, reaching out to take the tray from him.

He squeals in surprise at your greeting, fumbling the plate in his hands, two or three biscuits rolling away. The noise attracts unwanted attention, a harsh voice calling out, “You’d better not be causin’ a mess in there!”

“Nothin’ wrong!” You call back, hastily scooping up the fallen biscuits before Bubba can try, knowing it would only end with the rest of them on the floor as well. You take the tray on your way back up, placing it gently in the middle of the table, with the escaped rolls on top.

“We’ll give those to Drayton,” you whisper to him, smiling at the nervous laugh you get in return. “Go on and sit, I got the table put together already.”

He’s quick to follow your request, landing in his chair with a thud. You hide your hands behind your back, teeth and plastic clinking together dully.

“Bubba, did you leave somethin’ for me by my door this mornin’?”

He looks bashful, but nods eagerly, looking you over as if wanting to see if you have the gift on you. You stick your newly adorned hand out, holding it out for him to see and shaking your wrist to rattle the little teeth. He lets out delighted snort, reaching out to get a closer look at the little clasp you had made with the wire. He had made jewelry before, but they were usually done with bits of string that broke much more easily than the wire would. You let him inspect the changes you had made, grinning at how excited he seemed to be to try adding it to his next one.

“Thank you, Bubba,” you laugh, taking your hand back. “I need to give you something now, huh?”

He looks confused at this, glancing up and down as if looking for something hidden. He says something and even though you have no idea what the words were, you know he’s asking what gift you have for him. You watch his face, seeing his eyes go big and the skin under the mask flush as you lean in to press a little peck against his cheek.

“A-aw, they’re k-kissin’!”

You pull back, turning on the spot to glare at the intruder, hissing under your breath, “Don’t you have any manners at all?!”

Thomas

He has no idea what he’s doing and all the advice he gets from his uncles is horrible. He’s awkward and shy and has never had a nice encounter with someone who wasn’t a family member, so he’s also scoring a zero for social skills. He will just avoid you to get around all this, so you’re going to think he’s got something against you at first.

Everyone knows what’s going on, even before you do, and there’s going to be quite the gossip happening between Mama and the other ladies, reporting your every move into the phone. The men are a lot more blunt about it, so you’ll probably catch on because of their teasing or rude comments.  

Charlie will take it upon himself to get involved, being the source of most of the absolutely awful advice Thomas gets. He’ll scheme to get you two in a room together, then just loudly comment how he’s just going to the other room real quick, wink wink, he’ll be back in a moment, wink wink, don’t get up to anything while he’s gone. He’s honestly not sure how this doesn’t work.

Thomas is going to be painfully aware that you know after that. He’s never been brave enough to act on what his uncles have told him to do, thank god, and now that decision has just been cemented. You’re going to have to be the one to speak up, otherwise he’s just going to hide from you out of embarrassment for the rest of his life.

You’re going to be the one doing all the flirting and courting now, and he’s going to have even less of an idea on how to return affections than he did on how to show them in the first place. Being straightforward is your best bet, because he has no ability to tell when you’re flirting with him or not. Anything that’s not “I like you romantically, let us engage in romantic dating customs, romantically, together” isn’t going to get the message across.

After Charlie’s disastrous attempts at getting you two together, he will take full credit once it’s official. Clearly he masterminded this whole thing, and you should all listen to his advice more often because look how well it worked out for Tommy.

Thomas freezes when he realizes you’re there, hands pausing in their work. You see him tense, not turning to look at you, and sigh.

“Tommy,” you call, stepping into the barn with hands on your hips and a stern look. “I’ve been lookin’ for you all afternoon. Mama said you were supposed to be down at the trailer, helping Henrietta with that old generator.”

He grunts in response, still hunched over the worktable, head down. You can see the items on the table in front of him, old bits and pieces of an antique sewing machine, the bulk of the machine taken apart and sitting to the side. His hands fidget with the little parts nervously, but he doesn’t return to his work.

You don’t expect much of a response from him anyways, but you know his hiding away in the old barn was on purpose. You came up from the trailer on the other side of the pasture every day after breakfast, helping to take care of the old house and keep Mama company while the men were away at work. Today is Tommy’s day off from the slaughterhouse and Charlie doesn’t do much for work in the first place, but you had come up to the house anyways, hoping to find him.

“You can’t keep hidin’ from me, how am I supposed to date someone I never see?”

His hands stop fiddling with the machine pieces, head tilting towards you as though listening, but he doesn’t move otherwise. You step closer, an amused grin on your face, coming up to the side of the table.

“Well?” You ask, tapping one hand next to his against the wood. He looks at you, or at least up from the table and in your general direction, with an expression of panic. What little you can see of his face through the leather muzzle is flushed red, eyes darting back and forth.

“Tommy,” you say slowly. “You were takin’ too long, we could’ve been done and married by now for how much time you were wastin’.”

You grab his hand in yours and he finally looks at you, watching as you press a kiss to the back of his hand. This is the kind of stuff you had been waiting for him to do to win you over, but you suppose you’re the one courting him now.

“We’re datin’ now, I said so. So stop runnin’ off when I come around.”

He lets out a strained noise of agreement, eyes wide, and your grin is so big now that it hurts.

Jason

Jason is a good boy, so he’s going to do his best to be polite and respectful. His mama raised him right and he’s going to strive to be a perfect gentleman. The various limbs left on your front porch are, of course, a gift, like any gentleman would give to the person he’s courting.

Okay, so he’s bad at gifts and you’re probably terrified now. He’s trying. The whole romance thing doesn’t come naturally to him, you know.

It doesn’t take too long to figure out who exactly is leaving mutilated bodies on your doorstep, considering the area you’re in, but you’re not going to see ‘romance’ as the intent behind them. You spend lots of time staying over with friends, only to come home to more signs that someone has been lurking around your cabin, muddy footprints trailing your property.

Luckily, he tries new things once he notices that you aren’t too fond of the previous gifts. Bloody human limbs aren’t your thing, what about animals? That didn’t go over well. Okay, he’ll try something useful, knives are useful, you’ll like those. No? At this point you’re sure he’s threatening you and are scared out of your mind.

Poor Jason is just at the end of his rope trying to find something you’ll like, but there aren’t a lot of options he hasn’t tried. He’s a little shy, preferring to offer gifts and watch from a distance, but if you want to put an end to it, you’re going to have to confront him. Of course, you think you’re about to face down someone trying to kill you, waiting out on your porch overnight with a weapon in hand, only to meet a giant man with a fistful of weeds held out to you.

You have never been so confused in your life, but it’s a better turn out than being violently murdered, so you can’t complain. It will only take a second before you see that he’s timidly offering you the scraggly plant and slowly you’ll realize that you have been the recipient of the worlds most awkward attempts at flirting rather than death threats. It’s sort of endearing to see how nervous he is standing in front of you, so you can’t say it isn’t working once you know what’s going on.

“Alright, I can do this.”

You’re pretty sure you’re going to die tonight, but it’s good to put out positive energy, or at least that’s what your rather ditzy friend had told you.

You were parked out on your front porch, sitting on the steps and waiting. You had started the night with an old, battered rifle sitting across your knees, eyes alert and feeling prepared. But it was nearing fall and you got cold quickly and you had been out here for a long time. If you were going to die you wanted to be as comfortable as possible, so you went back in for a blanket to wrap yourself in and a big thermos of coffee. The rifle was currently propped against the steps while you nestled in your cocoon of blankets. This would admittedly make it more difficult to reach in a hurry, but if you were being honest with yourself, you’re only half sure it was loaded properly in the first place and you had never fired a gun outside of a video game, so you figured your chances weren’t too great regardless. The only reason you owned it was because it had been in the attic when you bought the place.

You stilled at the snap of something in the distance, hand struggling to untangle itself from the blankets as you fumbled for your weapon, suddenly not as concerned with how comfortable you were. You manage to grab the thing just as the dark outline of a figure comes into view, stepping out of the woods.

You weren’t wrong when you had assumed the identity of your stalker, apparently, seeing the old, scuffed mask peeking out from behind the trees. He lurked at the edge of the woods for a moment, and although you doubted you knew how to use it, you wondered if the sight of the gun had made him pause.

Standing up, you held the rifle up, pointing it towards him with trembling hands. You tried to think of something to say, but couldn’t bring anything to mind. You already knew who was approaching you, and presumably the ‘why’ as well. That was about all your frazzled brain could think up on such short notice.

He waited at the tree line for long enough that your arms began to shake, finally stepping forward through the brush and getting close enough that you could see the little red marks on the cheeks and middle of the mask, before you pulled the trigger. The noise was louder than you had anticipated from the old thing, recoil rocking back into your shoulder painfully, but you knew at once that you had hit your target.

Both of you looked down, watching the sluggish spread of a dark stain on the already dirty shirt covering his chest. You waited for a reaction, maybe for him to fall to the ground, but he did nothing but slowly lower his arm -

Wait, was he holding something? Was that a handful of grass? Looking closer you see a big fist wrapped around a strangled looking clump of grass and weeds, two wilted dandelions sticking out in the middle.

Oh, shit, you think in a panic. Was he bringing you those? Bringing you flowers? Had you just shot someone who was trying to bring you flowers?

“Oh my god,” you half shout, eyes wide. “I’m so sorry!”

Hand now at his side, you see that his whole posture has changed, shoulders drooping down like the wilted weeds in his hand, head pointed towards the ground. You weren’t sure if they’d still put you in jail for shooting Jason Voorhees, of all people, but damn if you weren’t going to feel like an asshole about it for the rest of your life.

You take a few quick steps forward, stop, and then take a few more, unsure about exactly how close you should get to him. One little gunshot wasn’t going to inconvenience him much, if any of the stories were true, but you couldn’t just shoot him and let him go off into the woods looking like a kicked puppy.

“Um, I’m sorry, really,” you repeat, holding up your hands in surrender. “I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t- I mean, I thought you were going to kill me, so, you know.”

He looks up at you, away from the new hole in his ratty shirt, but his eyes are hidden behind the mask so you can’t judge if he’s angry at you or not. You shift nervously in front of him, hoping this isn’t some elaborate plan to get you close enough to murder. Slowly he brings his hand back up, offering the half dead weeds to you in a shaky grip, and you realize with a pang of guilt that he’s nervous.

He was nervous about bringing you flowers and you shot him!

“Oh, please come inside, I’ll fix your shirt,” you babble, having no experience with sewing or even any idea where a needle is in your house. “I’m sorry, I really wouldn’t have shot you normally, I promise!”

He lets out a quiet huff of breath as you grab at his hand to finally take the offered gift, seeming to relax a little as he allows you to pull him inside, letting out a stream of I’m sorry’s as you go.

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— pumpkin spice & everything nice.

requests: hi ♥️♥️ idk why i thought of if but its spooky season at target and they have all the Halloween stuff now and i thought about hcs where the reader and the rks dress up as couples costumes or the reader comes out in like this gorgeous makeup look and the bois r SHOOK. haha ilysm and ur writing 💕♥️💕:)

Would you consider writing something for Halloween? I'm a bit of a Halloween nerd (though i cant handle scary things- no horrors for me!). I can just imagine the boys being so confused about people dressing up and everyone handing out candy :') maybe the reader and the Connors could carve pumpkins or watch a scary movie while hiding under blankets and eating all the sweets they managed to get while trick or treating? Anyway, I love ur blog more than I love Halloween, it always makes me smile💕💕

Soooooo it’s October. . . Do you have any ideas for cute couples costumes for the RKs and their S/Os?

i am a slug ahahah pUmPkINKs

Connor:

• he has thought about a cute costume idea for two whole months now • but he’s such a nerd everything he has come up with was too difficult to do or for others to understand • human custom are weird and straining how do people put up with this every year without crying for a solid week • ok maybe he’s got it: either sumo or a cop • no no please don’t tell him he can’t be one of those • you propose a lil’ change tho: you’ll be the cop and he’ll be your criminal, handcuffed to you and all • aND BOY DOES HE LOVES THIS WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL HIM SOONER • not only he gets to be handcuffed to you all night but it’s pretty fun • you go out to a party with some friends and some detectives of the precinct • dragging Hank out of his crib is a hassle but totally worth it he makes the party lots of fun • oh!! if you can he’d like to go home a bit earlier he wants to try to give candies to children he wants to see them smile! • the same smile he has the entire night because?? he was so worried about ‘not doing it right’ but it all turned out so well and,,,, there was no need to worry at all in the first place what a stress fueled android he is!! cuddle him with tiny pecks • he realizes pretty soon that his fav part about this ordeal is coming home with you, the scenery illuminated by thousands of pumpkins hollowed out • of course you two did one too, it was a nice first experience and he ended up with smelling like pumpkin for two days somehow • everyone is out and the streets are filled with laughter and kids • when you and your boyfriend enter the rooms are dimly lit by the scented candles you brought • it’s actually very relaxing and he never noticed • he’s very happy, at night he’s mostly alone so being with you like this is very nice • oh?? you want to watch some movies? • he’ll melt yes he doesn’t want anything else if not hiding under the covers with you and cuddles while the tv softly speaks 

RK900:

• “it’s the fifteenth of September” • “you won’t stop me from buying these tiny pumpkins decorations” • he’s extremely concerned to say the least • like?? why?? • why do you need this many decorations what purpose do they serve • why do you even like having this many decorations it’s a mess • just stop you’re tearing this family apart with your halloween obsession • nevertheless he still helps you putting fake cobwebs on room corners and cooking pumpkin pies • i mean isn’t he the perfect boyfriend? he doesn’t have a fucking clue about what’s going on but still wants to help i love him! • what?? carving?? you won’t carve pumpkins you stupid what if you get hurt that’s a sharp knife right there woah • ok on a second thought you might get to carve the face since you asked so nicely • no you didn’t ask you just exasperated him enough to say yes • he’s still gonna watch you doing it v nervously & worried tho • please let him empty them?? if only that please • ah yes roasting pumpkin seeds is nice plus they are a healthy snack you can have those • why does he have to carve a pumpkin too,,,, • no ‘it’s fun’ it’s not a valid reason he doesn’t have any imagination you’re putting him under pressure™ • yes he does have all the capacities to chisel in a perfect way but?? what?? what does he need to carve?? eyes nose and a mouth?? you sure?? a smiley face maybe?? can’t he carve ‘i love you’ on it give it to you and call it a day? or that would be too cheesy? • “you’re too old to go door-to-door and ask for treats” • “sounds like you’re in for a trick, baby” • oh god if he’s in for a trick, just ask him that again and he’ll make sure that you’ll be too occupied with another kind of treats during Halloween’s night • do we want to talk about the costume? i think we do: a helpless vampire who has no idea about why this holiday is such a big deal and you, his immortal partner vampire for centuries • also,,,, fangs • he’s so handsome and sexy with that red and black outfit he should be arrested • tell him and you’ll have a blue red and black outfit bc he’ll be blushing all the time • i swear if you don’t grab his ass in those leather trousers you’ll live with regret • WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE GONNA EAT ALL THOSE SWEETS IN A SINGLE NIGHT HE’S GOING TO DIE PLEASE STOP MAKING HIM SO WORRIED • FUCK YOUR SUGAR LEVELS DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT HE’S TALKING ABOUT YOU’RE A TOTAL MONSTER NOT ONLY BECAUSE OF YOUR COSTUME • which he very much like btw • he doesn’t think he’ll survive another Halloween 

RK800-60:

• H̶̨͍̠̻̱̮́͋͋̀͞E̷̢̯̭̖͔̺̝̅̍͊̀̃̋͑̃̕͡ W̖̫̤̻̬̭̯͍͛͋͗̂̌̾̈̀̀Ą̢͍̺̳̹̱̼̬͂̈́̂͋͐͢I̶̡̦̦͈̤̠̠͓̫̘͆̉̎̿̍̚͘̚͡T͔͍̠̞͈̟̊̐̆̀̃͛͋̇̈̚͟Ȇ̵̡̧͔̘͈̥̘̳̌͋̚͡D̹͚͓̹̪̞͇̻̎̀͆́̇͆͒͝ A̷͈͚̖̪̟̼͖̪̍̓̓͌͜͢͡ Ẇ̡̨̤͍̲̺̫̟̥̰͌̀̐̀͠H͎̤͇̮̮̭͇́́̽̐̂̉̊̋̕͝O̡̼̪͇̦̥͛̀̇͆̑̎͂͘̚͟͝Ḷ̷̜̗͊̆̐̌͛͟͢͞͞E̩̫̮̺͈̙͈̓̆̓͐̀ Ȳ̙̥̱͕͖̼̠̓̉͋͐͑̇͘̚͟͡Ę̶̠̗͓͈̦͓͓̙͑̇̔̽͐̚Ą̻̗̲̱̓̀͋̏̍͠R̢̝̤̝̦̩̖̠̿̑̈́̀̀͒ F̷͇̗̤̱̠̂̒̎͛͛̍̐͒̆O̵̺̗̳͍͔̙̰̒̌͂̓̔̃̕̕͜͝Ṟ̨̡̦͔̹̫̠̻̎̃̈̿̂ T̹̝̟̺̊̈́̔̑̌̀̿ͅH͙̠̞̝̝̲̣͗́͛̍̍̉͐͠I͔̥̻̬̩̰̓̍̈̉̈͗̿̂̒͜͡ͅS̸̢͔̗̫͔͈̥͔̬̔̔̂̂͂̀

• no seriously he loves Halloween • yeah he says that about every holiday he experiences but • why didn’t you say it sooner that carving vegetables would be this fun • help how do you stop him from wanting to sculpt every cucumber you have in the fridge • hello yes he wants to choose the costume(!!!!) • what do you mean sailor moon is not a valid disguise he likes her • you’re a real party pooper >:( • OKAY FINE you won’t go as Haruka and Michiru • yeah why are you asking he would be Michiru • so,,,, he’s Frankenstein and you’re his bride • pretty neat honestly do his make-up and he’ll be the most beautiful monster you’ve ever seen • just look at him!! all purple and green he’s a messy handsome android • you both hope make-up will go away from his synthetic skin • oh gosh you’re telling him you’ll have free sweets from strangers? • he tears up when a human give him some candies for the first time • 🎶 two morons chilling on the couch five feet apart cause they have stomachache 🎶 • the third time you announce you want to watch The Nightmare before Christmas again he desperately hacks the tv and puts on some real horror movies • he loves them whatchu gonna do about it • you’re scared? well too bad you’ll have to hug him to feel safe oh noooo 

[theeeveetamer]

👀 really up for any sort of soft and romantic. They’re the cutest! (Previous anon)

Hey! Sorry I’ve been sitting on this for awhile! This is doubling as my Valentine’s Day fic for the year BTW (even though it’s not about Valentine’s day)

Tags: Fluff, Pure Unadulterated Fluff, Some Family Fluff Too, Omegaverse, Omega!Takumi, Alpha!Leo

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17666066

He’d been prepping for this day all week; He was going to cook the kids’ favorite meal, get them all dressed up, and they were going to have a nice family dinner. Now that he thought about it, why did they never do this when Leo was in town?

And why the hell hadn’t he done laundry?! He only had about five decent looking shirts left because he’d been waiting to do the washing until after Leo got home so he could just do it all at once. He grabbed the nicest looking one and threw it on, then went back to rapidly attempting to towel dry his hair to an acceptable state.

“Papa, what do you think about this one?”

Forrest came into the room, already dressed up in his prettiest purple dress, complete with earrings, bracelets, amd just a hint of makeup. Wow, when he told the kid to dress nice he really went the extra mile. Forrest had even curled his hair to perfection. He was so thankful that Camilla had taken some time to help him learn how to do all of that stuff, since he and his mate were so useless when it came to that. When he’d been handed a little boy in the delivery room he’d never thought that one day he’d have to buy his thirteen year old dresses and makeup, but life was funny like that sometimes.

“You look great, baby.” He paused in agonizing over finding the right ribbon for his hair. “Is your brother home yet?”

“Not yet.”

He let out an exasperated sigh. “He better be back soon!”

That boy… He always stayed out too late. Takumi swore if he had to march down to the park and drag him back for dinner one more time. Tonight was special, damn it, he didn’t care how much he embarrassed Kiragi in front of his friends. He didn’t have time to go grab him though, the house still needed some cleaning and he still had to make the whole dinner.

Takumi passed the vacuum off to Forrest while he started prepping the food, and he was almost done cooking by the time their youngest got back. Takumi didn’t even look up from his stew when the front door opened.

“Papa! I’m home!”

“Perfect! You’re just--” He stopped cold when he saw his eleven year old son standing in the entryway, coated head to toe in mud.

“What happened to you?!”

The little blonde boy grinned. “We had a mud fight! It uh… It got a little out of hand.”

“Kiragi! You know what tonight is! Go shower and get changed, I’ll not have your father sit down to dinner when you look like a pig wallowing in mud!”

“Yes papa!” He scrambled off to the bathroom.

“Forrest can you go pick out an outfit for him? You know how awful he is at it.”

“Of course!” He set down the dinner plates and ran over to his brother’s room. Normally he wouldn’t care about what Kiragi wore -- and thank gods he didn’t. Takumi had never had the best fashion sense himself, but his youngest was still a child, and he tended not to care about what he wore. This usually worked out, like when he decided to get into mud fights right before the special dinner he’d been planning all damn week.

Well now he would just have to set the table and finish cooking dinner. He checked the time: almost five thirty. Leo was going to be calling around then. He set out the serving platters and finished setting the table just in time for his tablet to get a call.

“Forrest! Kiragi! Get down here, it’s time to eat!”

Both children came running as soon as he called. Kiragi’s messy blonde hair was still wet and dripping from the shower, and his shirt was getting a little damp in the back but otherwise he looked presentable. Takumi tapped the little green ‘accept call’ button and set the device up on its stand at the end of the table. He checked the little camera in the corner as the call connected to ensure that everything could be seen perfectly, then he ran back to his place at the table and sat down.

The face of his mate appeared on screen. He looked tired and slightly annoyed, but he was there. He seemed to be distracted by something just off to the side, but his attention snapped back when he heard a small chorus of “Dad!” coming from the other side of the screen. The slightly aggravated expression melted off of his face when he caught sight of them.

“Hey guys, how have you been?”

Both of them started talking at the same time, each of them so eager to share the details of their day that they ended up talking over each other and making it completely incomprehensible.

“Hey, hey, one at a time!” He scolded gently. “And start eating, I didn’t make this food just so it could go cold!”

They both went silent and started dishing out food from the center of the table.

“And what about you, love? Have you been holding down the fort well?”

“As well as can be expected.”

Leo chuckled. “Well, don’t worry. I’ll be home by this time next week.”

“Gods, I hope so.” He sighed. It was always difficult whenever Leo went away. His trip was only supposed to be two weeks, but he was already missing him like crazy. But now wasn’t the time, so he tried to keep the mood light. “What did you order?”

“Steak? I hope it’s good, though I’m sure it can’t compare to your cooking.”

“Expensive tastes, huh?”

“Hey, if they’re going to drag me away from my lovely mate and two beautiful children for two weeks, then you can bet that I’m going to spend every cent of my company allowance.”

They finished serving and everyone began tucking into their dinner. Well, for Leo it was more of a late lunch, but either way.

“Alright guys, one at a time this time. How have you been?”

Forrest and Kiragi — finally — just took turns chatting about their days. Auntie Elise took Forrest to the mall and got him some new school clothes. Kiragi regaled them all with the epic tale of his mud fight, and despite how upset he’d initially been he had to admit that it was a pretty funny story.

They spent a good thirty minutes to chat and eat together. Then, Leo checked his watch.

“Hey, I have to go now. There’s a meeting in ten.”

“I thought you were supposed to have Saturdays free there?”

The Alpha rolled his eyes. “Tell me about it. It’s informally mandatory. I gotta go okay? I’ll call you later. Love you.”

He grinned as three voices echoed the sentiment back. Then, the screen went dark. With dinner finished the two kids scampered off, and he started collecting up dishes.

The rest of the night was fairly monotonous. He finished the dishes and sat down with the kids to watch their evening shows together. He offered to teach Forrest how to do a fishtail braid, which was about the only unique thing he knew how to do with hair, while Kiragi ran around yelling about whatever cartoon was playing.

It was only after they were both tucked safely in bed and he was heading that way himself when his tablet screen lit up again. He dropped his comb on the dresser and sat down on the bed with the device, feet tucked neatly underneath him. His mate’s face popped up on the screen again, though this time he was all smiles. Or, well, as close to smiling as Leo got. More of a restrained grin, really.

“Oh good, I was hoping to catch you before you put your hair up for bed.”

“Weirdo. Was it a good meeting? You’ve got that stupid look on your face.”

“Just some company drivel. What, I can’t be smiling because I get to see my lovely mate before bed?”

“Now you’re just trying to make me blush.”

It was working, too.

“Guilty as charged. Seriously though, how have you been?”

“Honestly? You’ve only been gone for a week and I feel like a fucking wreck.”

It was getting harder and harder to sleep the whole night through when his mate wasn’t around. They were only a week in and already he was spending more time tossing and turning that he was actually sleeping.

He grabbed a few hair ties and started absentmindedly braiding his thick silver hair.

“Plus you’re going to miss our anniversary.”

He didn’t usually take too much stock in those kinds of things but it was a big deal this year! They’d been together for twenty years! And Leo’s stupid job was forcing him to fly hours away to do a stupid work training across the country, so he wouldn’t be home.

“I know, I know. But I’ll be home soon. Besides, we don’t need to celebrate on the exact date.”

“Clearly you don’t understand what the term anniversary means, Leo. It means exactly one year from the date.”

“Alright, don’t lecture me love. I know, I’m disappointed too.”

“Sorry, I’m just looking for an excuse not to go to bed.” He wasn’t exactly looking forward to another sleepless night by himself.

“Would it help you fall asleep if I stayed on the line?”

“Don’t you have to sleep?”

“Relax, there’s like a three hour time difference.”

He plugged the dying tablet in and got under the covers. It was still late summer,  but he couldn’t sleep unless he pulled the blankets all the way up to his chin… Something Leo would be complaining about endlessly were he here.

Gods he wished he was here.

He flicked off the lamp and shut his eyes.

“Alright then, as long as it's not too much of an inconvenience.”

“You’re never an inconvenience, love.”

He yawned. “Go ahead. Talk about whatever you want to talk about.”

He struggled to stay awake, but Leo barely made it halfway through an explanation of the book he’d read on the plane before he was out cold.

_________

He woke up the next morning to a dark screen and a cold bed. He wasn’t feeling totally refreshed, but it was the best night of sleep he’d gotten all week. Seeing Leo’s face and falling asleep to his voice somehow managed to make him feel even lonelier than before. He grabbed one of Leo’s shirts out of his dresser drawer and headed off to the shower.

When he was done he pulled his pajama pants back on. Then the black button up went on and he buried his nose in the collar. His mate’s scent was stale and faint, but it was still there. He let that comfort him through his morning routine.

It was still early in the morning, and the kids would be in bed for awhile. He really just wanted to curl back up in bed with a good book, but he should probably start on breakfast before Kiragi and Forrest woke up and threw his life into chaos.

A few pots and pans clanged around as he went through the drawers looking for what he needed. Maybe he’d do scrambled eggs? But they had a lot of veggies and cheese that were going to go bad soon, maybe he could do omelettes? But that was so much work…

As he straightened up, pan in hand, something grabbed him around the waist. He yelled and whipped around, cookware primed and ready to hit whoever this was upside the head. He didn’t even look, he just swung.

A hand grabbed his wrist before he could make contact, so he started kicking, eyes wild like a cornered animal.

“Woah, woah! Calm down love! It’s just me.”

“L-Leo?” He immediately recognized his mate’s stunning red eyes, and the pan clattered to the floor.

Takumi shoved him in the chest; The blonde stumbled back a few steps.

“You complete asshole! I thought you weren’t coming back until next week!”

“Yes well… At that informally mandatory meeting they notified us that the leader of our workshop got food poisoning, so we were rescheduling for another time. I took the first flight home.”

“You mean you knew about this when you called me back last night and you didn’t think to tell me?!”

“I wanted it to be a surprise!”

“Well congratulations! You gave your mate a heart attack!”

He closed the distance and hugged Leo anyways. He buried his nose in his soft shirt and drank in his warm, comforting scent.

“I hate it when you leave me.”

He wrapped one arm around his waist and placed the other on the back of his head to draw him close. His Alpha started gently stroking his hair.

“Shh, I know love.”

He balled his hands up in the back of his shirt and nuzzled his mate’s chest. He wanted to bathe in that scent. He wanted to live in that moment forever.

Unfortunately, all good things came to an end. Their little moment was interrupted by the piping voice of their youngest son.

“Dad!”

They broke apart to look at their new arrival. Kiragi was standing at the other end of the hall, baseball bat in hand. His brother was trailing a few feet behind him. When they saw Leo both of their faces lit up, and they ran over to join in on the hug.

“What are you doing with that bat, kiddo?”

“We heard Papa scream, so I was gonna scare the bad guys off!”

He swore, if his youngest son wasn’t an Alpha he would eat his own foot.

“Well, I’ve already called Auntie Camilla to come pick you up, so go get dressed okay?”

They both nodded and ran off back to their rooms.

“Geez, did everyone know about you coming home early but me?”

“I wanted to make today special. So…” His mate took him by the hands and pulled him out of the kitchen. On the living room coffee table was a beautiful bouquet of lilies and snapdragons already set up in a fine china vase. It was just like his mate to think of everything. Where did he even get a bouquet on such short notice?

“You’re such a damn perfectionist.”

“Only the best for my lovely mate.”

“Gods I haven’t even gotten you a present… I’m not even properly dressed!”

“Don’t worry about it, we have all day. And…” He leaned in close, sly smirk on his face. “I asked if Camilla could keep them for the night, too.”

He pushed himself up onto the tips of his toes to kiss Leo.

“Gods it’s good to have you home.”

His mate gave him a toothy grin, right thumb brushing gently over the bond scar on his neck. He shivered under the blonde’s touch.

“Happy anniversary, Takumi.”

[confessionsofamarriedmama]

Wednesday May 18th

J and I took kinda of a break. He had stuff going on and so have I... so we went a while without talking. I ended up breaking the ice after about two weeks by asking if this was kinda 'it'. We figured out that we still want to keep this going though we know it's risky. I am glad it isn't over... I'm not ready for it to end. I know it will have to at some point... but, that's not today. That's not what we're here to read about...

I don't really remember how the conversation that lead us here started other than J saying he wished he could see me on my knees... I said we could try. I mean the car is pretty roomy... might work.

It was pretty last minute, like.. can you be here.. yup I can so let's goooo... We met at the usual spot. He got in my car and we drove under the garage... kinda the same spot as last time. Not totally noticeable but not very conspicuous either.

I moved the passenger seat all the way up, and laid the middle seat, where J sat, back a little.. we're gonna try this!

Sure enough, my legs fit under the passenger seat and I can get totally on my knees for him. The angle was so much better too. He was so hard in my mouth, warm... thick. I could feel my pussy getting wet as I gagged in his dick. He was so turned on, saying "fuck yes, suck that dick" "Damn" and that turns me on so much! He was pulling out my breasts, squeezing them.. hands in my hair, guiding my mouth.. it was so hot! Soon he pulled me toward him as he was opening the box of condoms... he says "turn around, I wanna try something different" I'm thinking he is meaning doggy and I was all for it... but no, he said "now sit back on it". So we're reverse cowgirl now. I'm feeling self conscious, my ass is in his face... but he seems to like it. "Yes, like that.. damn" as I'm grinding into him, cumming so hard. I'm pushing back and down, deep.. cum running down my legs... J squeezing my ass, guiding my hips... squeezing them tight. Fuck man!

Seemed to go on for a good bit, then he had me stop.. we can only handle so much of that before we need to switch it up.

He situated himself and told me to lay back. I then situated myself and the blanket under me.. he started off slow, deep, pushing into me so deep. Jesus, I am already cumming. He makes this face that is just so sexy... almost like clenching his jaw but moaning through it.. my God it's sexy! He is just fucking me so hard, deep, wet, like splashing.. man I needed this. I wrap my legs around him so tight, not letting him pull too far away while he is working so hard in me. One hand holding myself up and the other squeezing his ass.. so nice btw! He can barely stand it anymore, he is sweating, panting, so am I. He sits back and I crank the AC. Then I take him back in my mouth while he squeezes me all over. Licking, sucking, drooling, gagging.. he is ready to cum and I was going to let him in my mouth... he couldn't take it so pulled back some, cum went all over my lips, side of my face and in my eye lol ouch! That stung!

We cleaned up and J went to get dressed and I guess because of being on my knees, his stuff was a little wet.. he said damn, need to being a towel for over here too.. he was smiling, kind of a chuckle. I felt so stupid.... I'm a little self conscious about how wet I get. Sometimes it's a problem, or seems like it to me anyway. I didn't say anything but felt some kind of way about it. I got dressed and drove back over to his car, said our goodbyes and then I hit the road back my way.

[grungeandrockoneshots]

Love ur tumblr,it's awesome,congrats!!.Please,could you write an Eddie shot about I'm Eddie's girlfriend. One night I have a nightmare: he falls while he's climbing at some show and he gets hurt badly.I wake up very scared so I beg him doesn't climb that night because I have a bad feeling,but he does it. Nothing bad happens of course,but I get so angry with him.He tries to apologize in a sweet way,you know ;) Thank you!! Btw, English it's not my mothertongue so forgive my mistakes :)

The room was so fullthat no one else would fit in. Porch was just somewhere in the middle of itsusual duration, Mike was rocking his guitar in a breathtaking solo. You stoodat the side of the stage supporting your friends, but mostly your boyfriendEddie, who was just going crazy from all the energy and atmosphere. He wasjumping around and running all over the stage and he obviously wanted to geteverything out of him. You loved watching him perform, but his kind ofself-expression in moments like these often made you worry a lot. His passionfor climbing and jumping into crowds was something you didn’t share with him.Again, you had to watch him trying to get on the top of several speakers. Theroom went dark, the only cone of light was directed at Eddie. The speakers werefew meters high and he was almost there. Two or three little moves. But justwhen you were about to feel joy that he safely reached the top, his handsuddenly slipped and he fell down on his back from an enormous height. A dullhit was pretty much audible and you witnessed it all in an unexpressible shock.Eddie’s paralyzed and motionless body didn’t show any signs of life. Youimmediately started crying and wanted to run to him to help him, but a pair ofsomeone’s arms caught you and refused to let you on stage. He repeated over andover that you couldn’t go there and that there were people who’d help him. Youtotally broke down as you watched more and more people rushing to the stage,taking Eddie away from you…

„Y/N! Y/N, for God’s sake, wake up!“ you heard from adistance, feeling hands on your shoulders. You woke up to Eddie’s worried face.There’s no need to say how hard the wave of relief hit you. Your cheeks werewet and your heart was beating so fast that you thought it would explode soon.You grabbed Eddie’s tshirt and pulled him into the tightest hug you’ve evergiven him. You still couldn’t stop yourself from crying, because the damn dreamscared the shit out of you. „Love, it’s okay. It’s gone. Shhh, it’s okay,“ hecomforted you as he was stroking your back. He held you until you calmed downand then asked what happened.

„I was watching you play and you decided to climb up thehuge speakers you always have on stage and…and fell down. You just lay thereand didn’t move and I wanted to help you so bad, but someone held me didn’t letme go there…oh God, why was it so real? I thought I’d never see you again,Eddie, I seriously thought it was an end…“ salt water filled your eyes again,which made Eddie take your face in his hands and kiss you on the forehead.

„It was just a bad dream, okay? I’m here with you and I’malive. Please, stop crying, Y/N,“ he whispered and wiped the tears off yourcheeks.

„What if it was some kind of warning? I don’t want you to doit. I’m so worried about you all the time. And I don’t wanna wait untilsomething really happens to you,“ your voice was still shaking a bit.

„It’s under my control everytime, Y/N. It’s not as dangerousas it seems, trust me,“ he objected.

„Eddie, you’re the only one I have and you know that Iwouldn’t handle losing you. Promise me you’re not gonna do it at least the nextshow. Please, I don’t ask for much.“ He sighed long, but agreed: „Okay okay, Ipromise. But now you promise me that you won’t have bad dreams tonightanymore.“

„Promise,“ you smiled and cuddled up to him. His arms wereproviding you a feeling of safety and home, so you soon fell asleep withoutbigger problems.

*

It was right before the beginning of today’s show. All theguys were in a great mood and you were supposed to be, too, but somehow youcouldn’t get that dream out of your head. Eddie looked fine, nothing seemed tofrustrate him.

„You’ll be careful, won’t you?“ you were making sure beforehe went up on stage.

„Of course I will, don’t worry,“ he quickly kissed you andthen disappeared in a corridor leading to stage. You sighed and waited forStone’s and Jeff’s girlfriend to go watch your men together from the side of thestage as usual. They kicked off the show with Why Go and Deep, Jeremy and Even Flow followed. People in the crowd were great, you couldhardly see someone who wouldn’t enjoy this night as if it was their last.Usually you’d dance and sing along, however today you still couldn’t help itbut felt something bad in the air. You kept repeating in your head that nothingcan happen, you trusted Eddie and his words. Everything seemed to be fine sofar, but you turned to the girls and started talking to come to other thoughtsanyway. They were great girls and it was always fun to be around them. Finallyyou felt better.

„Hey ladies, do you see that photographer over there? Stonetold me he’s totally head over heelsfor Ed. Look at his face! Y/N, I swear even you don’t look at Ed like this!“You all laughed as you focused on that photographer.

„He looks like he’ll do everything to steal him from me,“you joked.

„Well, I think not only him,“ Jeff’s girlfriend pointed tosome girls in the crowd who were jumping there half naked. „Gosh, he’s crazy!Does he wanna jump again or what?“ You immediately turned your head in Eddie’sdirection. He was already one leg on the speaker, climbing higher and higher.Your stomach gripped tightly as an unexpected wave of fear mixed with angerflew through your body. He made a fuckingpromise.

„No. No, I’m not gonna watch this,“ you told the girls andran to backstage to Eddie’s dressing room where you took your jacket and gotout of the building. You caught a taxi and got back to the hotel room. It washard for you to believe that he really did it. Despite his own words. You tooka quick shower and when you returned to the bedroom, you found out that Eddiehad tried to call you several times, because the phone was full of left voicemessages. You deleted all of them, you already didn’t want to hear a word fromhim today. You slipped under the blanket and tried to fall asleep before hereturns, but it was useless. Your head was so full and didn‘t allow you to cutoff from the reality.

As soon as you heard the opening door, you took a deepbreath. You even wanted to fake the sleep, but before you managed to close youreyes, he already stood in the bedroom. And apparently, angry as well.

„Can you explain to me why didn’t you answer my calls? Doyou even know how worried I was about you? I wanted to cancel the rest of theshow when Mike told me you’d left without any reason!“ he said in heightenedvoice. He literally made you look at him in total disbelief.

„Excuse me, without any reason? You know the reason verywell, Eddie, so stop acting like this! You will be telling me something aboutfear? You? You never fail to amaze me, really. But you know what, I don’t wannahear anything from you, let me sleep.“

„No way, I’m not done yet. Look, Y/N, okay, I admit that youhave a full right to be mad at me, but you should have answered the calls.You know how it’s dangerous outside, people can recognize you and not all ofthem are nice and friendly. You should have waited for me,“ he wildlygesticulated. You sat up on the bed.

„Eddie, but this is not about me at all! I mean, what didyou expect? That I will happily watch you climb almost to the ceiling and jumpinto people who can easily not catch you? That I will just stand there andsupport you in this? I think I told you clearly enough yesterday how importantit is to me that you stop with it. And if I remember well, you promised me.“ Theblame was on his side, so he didn’t have any right to accuse you of anything.

„I know! But as you can see, nothing bad happened and I’mhere. It’s a part of the show! I want to give those people something they won’tever forget, do you understand?“ he continued with his silly arguments.

„Yeah, how nice of you that you care more about other peoplethan me,“ you said. Eddie probably lost his ideas how to reply, so he justuttered: „This isn’t leading to anywhere.“ And then he left the bedroom.

„Idiot,“ you said quietly to yourself as you were layingyour head back on the pillow. Soon you heard the running water form thebathroom and despite your strong wishes you couldn’t fall asleep even thistime. You tensely laid with closed eyes as he returned to the room.Surprisingly, he obviously thought that you were really sleeping, because hissteps and moves were very quiet. He slowly laid next to you under one blanket.First few minutes he kept silent, but you could feel his open eyes.

„Y/N? Are you sleeping?“ he whispered.

„How could I?“ you responded. Then he carefully threw hisarm over you, taking your hand in his. He sticked to your body from behind andkissed your shoulder.

„I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done any of it, I’m such anasshole. You’re the most important person to me in this world, so if you reallywant me to stop with it, I will. I’d rather see disappointment in thousands othereyes than in yours. I love you so much, Y/N,“ he said quietly, causing yourheart melting.

„Why do you always get me so easily, Vedder? I hate you,“you smiled and pulled his hand up to your lips, where you kissed it.

„This doesn’t look like hate,“ he laughed slightly, leaningin for a kiss. You let him play with your lips for a while. „Mmm, and thisdoesn’t look like hate at all,“ he continued kissing you, slowly getting on thetop of you. Your hands disappeared under his tshirt, exploring his muscularbody. His lips landed on your neck and softly sucked the skin. As his handsstrayed under your tshirt as well, you couldn’t stop yourself from breathingloudly. All of this was great for his ears, because he knew he was doing a goodjob on you. Once he rolled your tshirt up and caught one your nipple in hislip, you gasped and tugged his hair a bit. You could see his content face as hestarted going down little by little. And yes, his expression was enough for youto turn you on. You felt his hot breath and wet kisses everywhere on your tummyand later even on your thighs. It took him so long before he finally got whereyou wanted him the most. He skilfully removed your panties and threw them away,while you were eagerly waiting for his next action. He returned to your thighs,paid a little more attention to them and then made his way up. As soon as histongue touched your clit, your grip in his hair tightened. He started off verygently, circling his tongue around and gradually increased the intensity. Hewas tasting you with the tip of his tongue by tesing you in the area of your entranceevery now and then. You were writhing under his touches and because of all the delight.When he’d decided to use a finger to help you come, you were high up in the skybecause of how good it felt. You even had to let go of his hair, because you weresure you’d have tugged them out.

„Fuck, Eddie,“ you moaned, crushing the sheet between your fingersright before you reached your climax. Then Eddie rolled down your tshirt again andmade you lay on his chest. He gave you little kisses in your hair while you werestill catching your breath. You ran your fingers to his long hair and played withthem, because it always calmed you down. „I love you,“ you murmured to his chest.

„I hoped to hear this,“ he smiled, „good night, Y/N.“

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Hello, firstly, thank you♥ secondly, I really hope that by your “sweet way of apologizing” you meant something smutty and if not, I’m very sorry! And thirdly, this oneshot is the longest I’ve written so far, so I hope you enjoyed it♥

[the-obsession-ship]

I’m the bad guy, Baby (Bucky Barnes x Reader)AU  Part two

You must have stared just a little too long because Bucky was clearly becoming anxious for your answer. In your hungover state, you just kept rolling what he had asked you over in your mind, taking in a deep breath.

“Wait, what?!” Looking at him, he clearly got little to no sleep, by the bags under his eyes, he has a bit of stubble on his chin, he’s wearing stained sweats and a wrinkled black t-shirt, looking down and noticing he’s barefoot as well, which was odd every time you’ve seen him before he was always quite clean shaven, he looked like he worked out a lot, like he cared about his appearance, and he always had shoes on. But if you were being honest, he was still pretty hot; you’ve never heard his voice before but damn was it sexy. You could listen to it all da- 

“I know this is a bad time, and a weird question but I don’t know who else to go to at this hour. and I’m definitely not qualified for this. So if you could just help me with her, it would be great” Bucky said in one breath, he’s never spoken to his neighbor before and this wasn’t how he expected it to start, asking her to help him with a child before even knowing her name yet.

Your sobering up a bit at this point and are now looking to the little one in his arms, she’s pulling on his shirt and staring at you with puppy dog eyes, your mommy hormones kicking in and you felt an overwhelming urge to take care of this adorable child. You finally manage to break eye contact with her and can swear she just used some Jedi mind tricks on you. 

“Okay, what do you need help with?” gesturing for them to come into your apartment and Bucky does just that, making himself comfortable on your couch. You walk over to the diaper bag he’s brought with him and casually threw onto your doorways linoleum floor as he walked in; putting it on a nearby table you opened it to find, diapers, four bottles, one jar of baby food, three blankets, and one pair of mixed matched shoes. Confused as to how he was so unprepared for a baby, way too many ideas on why going thru your head at one time, where’d he get her? is she even his? is it his secret lover’s baby? ooh, am I caught in a scandal now? or did he kidnap her? I don’t want to end up on one of those cop shows, that would be weird; shaking your head of those insane ideas your first priority is the little girl.

“How do you have no clothes for her? and hardly any food? she needs formula as well, and matching shoes” walking into the living room and over to your couch, stopping once you notice your neighbor passed out while the little girl plays with his hair, making sure to pick her up before she pulls on it and wakes him up, you decided it’s probably best to let him rest before asking him a dozen questions.

“Mama?” she asks when you make it back into the kitchen, stopping and staring at her for a few seconds “N-no, honey I’m not her but maybe I look like her, I guess? I don’t know.. um are you hungry? I bet you are” she looks at you then with a serious face, her eyes say she understands what “food” means and a barely audible, broken English answer comes from her.

“Fhishy crackerzs” surprised that she knew that at her age, you put her down on the ground since you didn’t trust her on the stools around your island, and looked through your cupboard “I don’t have any Fish crackers, but I do have cheese its, do you like cheese its?” looking over to the little one who’s currently staring at your cat with a curious and excited expression, whereas your cat, Turtle looks terrified at the tiny human staring at him, Turtle runs off the moment she decides to run over to him. Your still not for sure why you named him that, you assume that might be why he hates you so much.

Pouring the crackers into a  small bowl and giving the bowl to her, making sure she got the hang of eating them without dropping them on the floor, her eyes getting so excited biting into each one, smiling and picking her up “I’ll grab some things for you at the store later, It’s probably not healthy for your diet to be mostly cheese its” she giggled not understanding anything you just said. Heading into the leaving room to make sure your passed out neighbor was still breathing, since you haven’t heard him make a sound in a while; he had moved since last time, feet now on your table, his arms placed under his head, he looked very comfortable, seeming to have dropped the baby onto you and made himself at home in a partial stranger’s apartment. 

You had decided to let her finish her cheese its before waking him up, but your patience is running short and you still have tons of questions for him. You're not sure how to go about waking him, you’ve poked, shook him, jumped on the couch. you even resorted to kicking him around a bit all while the little one with crumbs all over her face was laughing and having a great time watching your exchange with him. “Fine, have it your way!” you were in between checking his pulse and the idea of setting the fire alarm off to wake him, when he yawns and stretches as if nothing happened and he’s waking from a great night sleep but instead of that it’s 9:30am, and he’s waking up on his neighbor’s couch.

“Well, look who decided to join the party!” he looks up at you with sleepy eyes and messed up hair, you can tell he has no idea where he is, but he must have snapped back into reality when he saw you; jumping up off the couch he looks at you like your about to scold him for peeing on your favorite dress. 

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me. How long have I been out?” Bucky could feel his cheeks flushing a bit, he really wasn’t used to normal interaction due to being trained to kill since he was very young. “Just a couple of hours” you shrug your shoulders trying to play it off as if you hadn’t tried to get him up by kicking him “She’s fed and I gave her a bottle of water since you didn’t have any formula. You’ll have to pick some up, by the way” pointing over to where she was holding her bottle and rocking her self back in fourth slightly in the rocking chair you got from your grandma.

Bucky looked at you than to her then back to you, he really didn’t have any idea how to raise her, and he’d already ruled the idea of just kissing her on the forehead then making a beeline out the door and moving to Mexico. “ You seem to be really great with her, do you wanna, I don’t know..” Bucky trails off not looking you in the eyes “keep her? maybe?”

Shocked by what he just said and suddenly not feeling bad about having kicked him before “Let me get this straight, you want me, a stranger to keep your baby?!” 

“Well, she’s technically not mine, under some weird circumstances I had to take her off someone else's hands” Bucky’s trying to go around the whole “I’m a Mercenary, thing” and being as vague and convincing as possible, your not buying it at all and he can tell. “Well, that totally sounds legal and not creepy at all” trying to keep your cool and reminding yourself that she’s the most important thing in this situation, looking over at her to calm you down she’s found Turtle’s toy stash and is currently making to mice kiss each other while looking up at the both of you.

Taking in a deep breath, you decide the best thing to do is punish him “I can’t take her off your hands, I don’t know what you did but I’m not about to end up on the 5 o’clock news” he sighs clearly distraught “But, I will help you, for her sake”

Bucky snaps his head up and looks at you “Yes, yes! I can pay you. This could actually work-” he suddenly realizes, that he’s slept on your couch, forced you to take care of a baby, tried to give the said baby to you, but he never asked for your name, and you don’t know his.

“M-my name’s Bucky, by the way” putting his hand put out for you to shake, you take his hand into your small one and shake it “Well, pleasure doing business with you Bucky, I’m Y/N” it’s nice to finally know his name, but the one you really want to know about is the little girl’s name. “What’s her name?” pointing over at her after letting go of Bucky’s hand. 

His eyes go wide just realizing he doesn't actually know “I never caught her name, I guess I wasn’t paying attention to that, I just wanted to get her to safety” choosing to ignore whatever he meant by “safety” and focusing on the little girl “She look’s like a Sophie, like she’s going to open up an art studio in NYC and only drink fancy espresso from the finest coffee shops, and she will only speak with a bad french accent, but no one know’s why” looking to “Sophie” who’s currently chewing on her bottle and slobbering all over it.

“Yeah, I like that name” Bucky didn’t get any of that from her, or the name Sophie but, he thought it suited her quite well.

And that’s how your week went from spa day, every day to raising a child with a man you hadn’t known for more than a few hours. Looks like your week going to be interesting.

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(Well, this might go for a few more parts than expected. Thanks so much for all the support I got from the first part, it means so much!! Btw if you want to be tagged in this series, just ask! Love ya, hope you enjoyed it. Feedback is always welcomed)

[yukiwrites]

Fleeting Smile

Some time ago I asked you guys if you would read any original work I had, and since I got a very good response, I decided to type it! I don’t really know how to tag it, but feel free to ask away anything you wanna know about the plot, characters or sequels. This one will probably have only 3 chapters since it’s a short story, but depending on how you guys like it, I might post another originals later ;v;) I got inspired to write this after I watched the Shelter anime (it has absolutely nothing to do with it btw, only the song inspired me, so I highly reccomend listening to it as you read), so here you go! Please tell me what you think ;D

This is a land where magic is widely known, but hardly ever practiced. The reason for such is because the most powerful magical beings, the witches, were born without the ability to have feelings. Most of said witches do not concern themselves with human matters, though it is not uncommon for some of them to respond to human's strong feelings and make a contract with such human.

While the contract lasts, the witches are able to perceive emotions through their human host. As such, those magical beings curious enough to experience these sensations resonate easier with the human kind.

One of them, however, never once tried such fleeting and dangerous pass-time. Not because she never felt like it, no, but because the power contained inside her body was of a such great extent that not a single human's managed to demonstrate feelings strong enough to summon her throughout her ever-lasting life.

Witches are known not only by their deeds but by the contracts they have made -- and their aliases become their true names after they've forgotten their birth ones. This particular Witch, however, has had no name from the start of her life, and, because of that, she was known as The Void (or Devoid, depending of who was speaking of her).

Despite being some sort of legend around the magical world (dragons usually kept to themselves, but they loved to test their magical strength against witches from time to time, so their gossip was the one who flew faster), Devoid hasn't been heard of for over seven years.

Coincidentally, during that time, a single young man has been rumored to have incomparable power...

The wind had been strong at the wasteland, kicking up sand and making it difficult to travel as well as see the path ahead. From the distance, a single figure could be seen through the dust, its figure tall but hunched over, the steps strong and resolved.

Upon closer inspection, the figure was composed of not a single man -- he was carrying something, or rather, someone, on his back, hence the reason why he was hunched over.

Worried, he kept looking over his shoulder to the sleeping blonde little girl he carried. "Damn this place; there ain’t a single tall rock! How can I make camp, now? I don't want Suzu to be scratched all over by this fucking sandstorm." He grumbled.

The girl's white dress fluttered around the strong wind, her body as unresponsive as always. But he heard something inside his head and almost tripped due to the mental ear-pull.

"Aight, aight, sorry, Suzu." He laughed and groaned after rolling his eyes, "I ain't saying bad words anymore."

His black, tattered overcoat danced with the wind, though in a completely different direction, as though it had a life of its own. The long, eastern sword he carried on his hip did not move at all; like such measle wind was going to make it budge.

Once again, the man groaned. "Okay, fine, I give up." He crouched and placed Suzu on the ground right beside a wilted tree trunk. He let out a faint and tired smile as he put some strands of hair behind her ears before his eyes turned somber as he looked to the dark shadow far, far ahead into the wasteland. "If you're not letting me find a good place for her to rest, I gotta finish you off right away."

The air crackled around him and the figure, as though the sandstorm itself had breathed in and out, preparing itself for battle. Without taking his eyes off of the approaching darkness, the man took off his overcoat and placed it over the little girl. Her hair and clothes stopped fluttering; the coat served as a barrier against the climate, making Suzu look like she was simply sleeping peacefully covered with a tasteless black blanket.

Swiftly, the man took his overgrown sword out of its scabbard only to place the sheath beside the tree trunk. "Protect her, you hear?" He whispered and immediately a purple barrier enveloped the area around the sleeping girl.

The long sword he carried -- it had a deep, black blade.

No, it couldn't be called as such since it wasn't made of steel; it was made only of raw power. He had chosen his weapon to look like a sword because it was similar to what he was used to wielding in the past -- but it could shape itself in virtually anything he wanted it to.

Sensing his strong feelings and tight grip, the dark blade started to sway, ready to take the shape of anything its master ordered through their bond.

Free of his coat, the man could be seen on his entirety -- he had short, black hair and had countless scars around his body as well as a single cut in the middle of his face. Each step he took towards the darkness made his heart thump more.

"You knew I was coming, right? You guys always seem to." He yelled, his steps getting faster, his legs making him run.

Once he was close enough to the darkness, it towered over him by at least 30 meters, but he didn't cower.

He had but one fear, and that only surfaced after each fight he picked.

Without needing words to communicate, an Earth Dragon finally made itself seen through the sandstorm: It had a large turtle-like beak protecting its mouth, and, out of all of its species, it was the most physically strong dragon. Its scales were deep brown, contrasting with its hooves. It didn't have a tail and its wings couldn't take it out of the ground, but it had total control over each and every thing that belonged to the earth -- even the smallest shard of stone -- making it a terrible foe to winged enemies.

The Dragon let out a roar, accepting the challenge, already aware of the conditions.

"Ya'll are some gossipy grannies, ya know? Sheesh." The man complained, effortlessly jumping twice the Dragon's height so as to dodge a stalagmite it had created on the ground right in front of him moments before.

The sound leaving the Dragon's mouth could be heard as laugh, though its jaw wasn't made for speech. As soon as the man was vulnerable on the air, the Dragon made the hundreds of thousands of sand grains to condensate into earth needles before he shot them all at him.

"Oh!" The man let out an exclamation of false surprise as his sword moved too fast for the eye to see -- soon there were no shards around, though one or two made their way to scratch his face.

He never really researched about the foe he was going to battle, hence the amount of scars he carried throughout the years. He never really minded the physical pain, since any wounds on his body could be recovered.

As long as he held onto hope, nothing could faze him. Not pain, not giant dragons, not never-ending wastelands.

Not even death.

As long as he could avoid the fear he felt after each fight -- as long as he could hold onto the hope of being successful in his endeavors… He would defeat any foe in his way.

The Earth Dragon, despite having the best physical defense out of all, also had an incredible magical affinity, as every dragon in the world. The man's sword was made out of magic, though he himself used it as a melee weapon.

The battle was bound to last a while -- the man would try to cut his way through the physical and magical defenses by blindly hitting his overgrown enemy. If he had spared a thought and made an effort to look into the Earth Dragon's weaknesses, he would have found out about the five crystals engraved into the Dragon's scales: one inside each leg and another under its tongue.

But alas, the man was as brute as always, and his sword swayed impatiently. Having none of that, it abruptly raised itself over his head. He frowned and looked up to it. "Hey!"

A magical circle began to appear around the sword's hilt and the dark blade melted into a black smoke, bleeding into each and every symbol the circle created.

The Dragon felt a sudden chill over its spine -- if the next attack hit it, it would cease to be.

The magical circle grew and grew, until it covered almost the entire wasteland around them.

Then, time stopped.

Rather, it seemed to. It was the fickle time between breathing in and breathing out -- the calm before the storm.

The man held his breath, his hand still bound to the sword's hilt, now merged into the circle, before countless rays of darkness flew out of it at the speed of sound.

To protect itself, the Earth Dragon erected wall after wall around its weak points, but they were shattered to pieces under the immense dark power leaving the circle.

More sand kicked up, making the man cough and look over his shoulder to the place he had left Suzu: the barrier had held everything out, even the tiniest spec of sand. As though his hand wasn’t shooting a dark ray of death, the man breathed out in relief and cracked a smile looking at the little girl.

After everything was done, the circle bled back into being a sword and the man slowly glided back to the ground. His ears rang with the sudden silence after such tremendous explosion and he glared at his hand before taking a step towards the Earth Dragon.

However, no matter how many steps he took, he couldn't find the gigantic body. "Great, did you pulverize him to death, Witch?" He spat on the ground.

A weak laugh was heard a few paces away from where he stood. "Ahaha, nay, she did not. It was a close call, however."

"Oh, yer older than I expected." The man said bluntly to the shadow that made itself seen through the dust in front of him.

Once again the Dragon laughed, but now on its humanoid form -- it was a tall, black and old man, his beard treading over the ground in front of him -- as he approached the winner. "I should say 'watch your tongue', but alas, I have lost a fight against you once; I cannot fight again that soon."

The man scratched his head, fear finally creeping into his heart. He stuck his sword on the ground and approached the Earth Dragon while checking his pockets. He was looking down, afraid to hear the same answer he had been getting for the past seven years.

Feeling the young man's anxiety, the Earth Dragon simply shook his head and looked towards the purple barrier, far behind the human.

"So, uh, since you already know what this is all about..." The man started, finally raising his gaze to meet the dragon's. "Please... please, save Suzu!"

Unlike witches, dragons were born with feelings -- and theirs actually resonated with human's more easily. The weight of that young man's feelings; the intensity with which he begged to save the little girl's life... it all struck the Earth Dragon deeply. He grimaced and spared a glance at the sword before opening his mouth.

"I'm afraid there is only one way--"

"NO!!" The man yelled, covering both ears with his hands, his body instinctively hunching over. "DON'T... Just... don't say it!"

The Earth Dragon's lips trembled as he looked at how the man pitifully kneeled on the ground, his entire body shaking. From the side of his eyes, he could see when the sword evaporated into a thick smoke and flew to the man's side, now showing itself on its true form.

"You have had the answer alongside you all this time, have you not, young man?" The Earth Dragon mourned, looking at the witch standing beside him.

She had deep purple skin, and her hair and clothes were of such a deep black they couldn't be discerned from each other. Her once expressionless face now only weeped.

"It has... it HAS to have another way! It can't be just this..." The man clenched his fists and hit the ground with all of his strength.

Without taking his eyes off the witch, the Earth Dragon pursed his lips, his heart aching. "For someone so powerful to be known as The Void to be seen like this..." He whispered, his eyes looking into the bright purple iris of Devoid's, the black sclera of her eyes of such a depth that could suck a lesser man inside. "You shall be known as The Weeping Witch from now on."

Tears fell down tirelessly from Weeping's eyes, as they have been for the past seven years. "A fitting name," she agreed, her voice sounding despite her mouth staying shut.

She cried the tears her human did not, for his feelings were now hers. She hadn't stopped crying from the moment they were united, all those nights seven years ago.

The tears his heart shed every single day for his slumbering little sister.

Controlling his sorrow, the young man finally stopped trembling and reached out once again for his pocket -- to a dismantled map he had been using since the beginning of his journey.

He got up and handed it to the Earth Dragon, his jaw hard and his eyes escaping reality. "Anyway, mark here. Ya should know what, right? Ya gossiping pussies and all."

Suzu was far away, but he could almost feel the mental ear-pull for the curse word, but he ignored it. The Earth Dragon looked down from his tall height to the small human.

"Young man, you already--"

"JUST-- MARK IT!" The man yelled, looking away. "I won't give up. There has to have another way."

Once again the Earth Dragon looked at Weeping. Her tears streamed down in spite of her as she woefully looked at the human's back. "... Very well," the Dragon said, taking the map and using magic to mark a path on it to where they should go next.

For the past seven years, man, girl and witch had been challenging powerful magical beings -- to the point of such beings looking forward to the challenge and waiting in specific locations for them. The Earth Dragon was waiting for him after he had defeated the Water Siren. Now, the Dragon was marking one of his sibling's lair -- the Lightning Dragon's domain -- so the man could once again ask a single answerless question.

After the older man was finished, the young man snatched the paper away and turned his back to the Dragon, heading towards his sister.

"Young man," the Dragon called and the man stopped without turning away. "Might I ask what do you go by? Surely a human such as yourself was given a birth name."

He looked over his shoulder, his deep brown eyes without a single glint. "Hohoe. Though that's not my birth name." He said and went back on his way.

'Fleeting Smile', the Earth Dragon thought.

It was the name his little sister called him long ago -- the most precious person in her life, her beloved big brother, Hohoemaru.

[minky-beta]

Lydia martin x Reader: Caught  *NSFW*

Request: Hi there! Are you taking Teen Wolf requests? I love your Lydia oneshots and was hoping you could write one where Lydia and the reader are caught making out by on e of the pack. (If you write smut that would be even better, but no pressure. Seriously!) Thanks! 

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this. I assumed girl/girl, tell me if I assumed wrong. Also totally NSFW; it turned into smut. Really sorry this took so long to put out btw

Lydia was amazing. She was amazing in school, with the pack, and especially in her relationship with you. Although you knew you loved her, she didn't want to tell anyone about your relationship. She had failed relationships before that she didn't like to talk about, and she didn't want to face that embarrassment again. You still knew that what you had was real, just not public. 

But Lydia was also amazing at kissing. Whenever she kissed you, you felt as if everything just fell away. All you could think about was her, how soft her hair was, the scent of her flowery perfume, how her hands seemed to glide over you, how sometimes she would let out hums or squeaks if you did something she really liked. While you loved her with everything in you, at those times it felt like she was your everything. 

You two had met up to study, then she started to stare at you. Then when you glanced up at her, she was biting her lip while dark her eyes traveled down your figure. "Lyds," you whispered, already feeling fidgety just from how dark her eyes were. 

"Yeah?" she said, with a deeper voice, and moved closer to you. 

You tried to control your breathing, because it was kinda embarrassing that she had this effect when she hadn't touched you at all. "I really don't think I'd be able to keep studying if you-" you said before she grabbed your wrist. 

"What if I want to study something else?" she whispered. 

You raised your eyebrows. "Like what?" 

"I'm more in the mood to study you." She smirked before leaning closer and pressing her lips against yours. 

You sighed against her, wrapping your arms around her neck and tasting her strawberry lip gloss. You pulled away and smiled at her. "Did you wear that lip gloss for me?" 

You pressed your lips together to keep you from laughing at her pink cheeks. "What? I know it's your favorite," she laughed. 

You smiled widely at her before you leaned closer for another kiss. Your hands trailed up from her jawline to her hair, weaving your hands through it, and you smirked against her when she hummed. Slowly, the kiss turned from soft and loving to desperate. Lydia leaned closer as she gently pushed you onto your back. She hovered over before she moved to straddle you. Lydia moved away from your mouth, pressing kisses down your throat. You squeaked when she suddenly nipped at a sensitive spot, giggling against you when she heard you. 

She kissed the small mark, while one of her hands left goosebumps on your sin as it traveled to the hem of your shirt and tugging it. "I really want this off of you," she whispered. 

You wiggled your eyebrows at her with a smirk before you obliged and raised your shirt off. "That better for you?" 

"Very," she responded as she reached behind your back and unclipped your bra. Lydia gave you a chaste kiss before she trailed kisses farther down. You sighed and fell back against the bed as she left kisses around your breasts. Her mouth circled your nipple before closing around it, while her other hand played with the other one.  

Lydia smiled against you whenever you let out small moans. You clamped down your bottom lip as another one bubbled inside of you, and you reached up and ran your hand through her hair. You leg kept tensing up, seemingly every second, and you felt the heat in between and all around your legs seemed to be hotter. "Ly-Lydia," you stammered. 

She shot up from your chest and smiled at you. Part of you wanted to ignore how hot she looked with her mussed up hair, but that was impossible. You squeezed your legs together, trying to get some friction. "Please," you whimpered. You panted as she smirked up at you. "Just do something." 

She pressed her lips together and shrugged with fake confusion. "I am doing something," she said. 

"And what's that? Straddling me?"

Lydia leaned down, pressing her mouth against you roughly. You gasped when she grinded down over your hips. You could feel her wetness through her thin shorts, and she knew it, you could tell by her growing smirk. "You're torturing me," you whined. 

"Oh, is this-" She slipped her hand lower, grabbing your center over your pants. "-what you wanted?" 

You let out a small squeak and grabbed her shoulder. "Lydia," you sighed. Lydia kissed you as she worked at the button and zipper of your pants. You raised up your hips to help her pull them down, along with your underwear. She went back to your neck, leaving marks as she went down, past your chest and stomach. Her hands were splayed across your things as she kissed just under your navel. You squirmed from the look she gave you as she moved lower. 

She focused on your clit, before licking between your folds, watching your legs twitch at her movements. She giggled against you, and the vibrations seemed to move through your entire body. Before you could comment, her tongue moved down to her entrance, rubbing against your walls slowly. You moaned and let your head fall back. She put one hand on your hip to try to keep it from moving as she sped up. 

You reached a hand down and tangled it into her hair, making her hum against you. You arched your back as she explored more. "L-Lydia." She reached up one hand, circling your clit with two fingers. "I-I'm gonn-" you whimpered, before she made her movements quicker, only to make you orgasm faster. Lydia moved you through your orgasm, pulling away when she sensed you getting overstimulated. "Oh, did you enjoy that?" She raised her eyebrows with a smirk. 

"Very," you mocked with a smile. You leaned up to kiss her, cupping her jaw, before going to leave marks down her neck. She let out small moans as she focused on her sensitive spot. 

She leaned back, peeling off her shirt. Your breath hitched, and you leaned up on your elbows. "Now that's a beautiful sight," you said as you kissed her. You felt her let go of you and unclip her bra. She barely had time to throw it to the side before you sat up and kissed her, slipping your tongue past her lips, instantly making her moan against you.  

You pulled at the waistline of her shorts, and you could feel her breath on your face. Lydia raised her hips, helping you pull her shorts and panties down. You reached down to her clit, before muting her gasp with a deep kiss, rubbing in small circles. "Y/N I-" You cut her off by slipping a finger inside, instantly curling to her g-spot. 

"Almost like I have it memorized," you joked. 

"Shut up," she groaned, before you moved faster, and she clenched her jaw before moaning. Lydia grabbed your shoulder. "Faster, faster," she gasped. You obliged with a smirk, kissing her when she made another noise. Lydia gasped, dropping her head onto your shoulder. She sloppily pressed kisses down your neck, before her entire body tensed up. 

"Y-Y/N." 

"Shhh, just let go," you whispered. She whimpered before she orgasmed, putting her entire weight on you. 

Lydia panted on your shoulder for a few moments before she raised her head up with a smile. She kissed you deeply, biting your bottom lip, and you wrapped your arms around her neck. One of her hands trailed lower from your hair, over your chest and hip.She squeezed you thigh a few times, and you could already feel yourself squirming. 

She pulled back with a smirk, prepared with a snarky comment, when the door opened. Lydia yelped, sliding off onto the other side of the bed, while you covered yourself with a blanket. "H-Hey Scott," you muttered. 

"Uh...." He scratched the back of his head. "I- I didn't know you two were together," 

Lydia raised herself up, just enough that she was still covered. She raised one of her hands to her hair to try to tame it. "Did you... need something?" 

"Uh... Well,  now that I think about it, I really didn't need to rush in here," he stammered. 

You coughed. "You can go on," 

"Argent sent over something that he wanted Lydia to check out for any banshee energy, and I'm really, really, really, really sorry that I didn't knock an-”

"Please leave Scott, so that we can get dressed," Lydia said with her lips pressed together. 

He nodded and stumbled out, shutting the door. He yelled, "Sorry!" 

You covered your face and fell against the bed. "My best friend just saw me when I was screwing my girlfriend; he saw me naked," you groaned, "When I see him, that's gonna be the thing that goes through my mind. The fact that he saw me naked," 

Lydia grabbed a pillow and hit you. She had a sheepish smile and a completely crimson face. "You were covered!" 

"By what?" 

"Me." She laughed and covered her face. "My naked body was on top on you, covering your important bits," 

You laughed as she sent you a weak glare and grabbed her clothes from the ground. "So... I think that the pack's gonna know now," 

"Yeah," she sighed and ran a hand through her hair. 

"Do you want to tell?" you asked, "We can just say it was for fun, if you don't want to," 

She shook her head, now having a shirt on, before sitting on the bed and grabbing your hand. "I want to say that I'm dating you, not that you were just for fun," 

"I love you." You leaned up and kissed her. 

She smiled against you. "I love you too," 

"Now it's time to go face Scott," you groaned, "My best friend that just saw me naked," 

"Shut up." She pushed your shoulder lightly, before picking up your clothes and throwing that at your form in the bed. "I'll meet you out there." 

"You love me!" you called out to her when she opened the door. 

"Sadly," she dramatically sighed before finishing with a smile, "I do,"

[d3ndroica]

Big Apple 3

Part 1    Part 2   (1 + 2 were a slooow start on this one I know ...)

Madge woke to the voices of her neighbors carrying through the apartment wall. Her head hurt. She needed to pee and she was dehydrated. She cracked her eyes open and immediately regretted it. The sunlight through the window seemed obscenely bright. Too much margarita.

She should’ve taken a water bottle last night. Instead she had limited herself to what fit in the tiny cute purse, which was by far the best accessory for the club-worthy dress. The bar had been so crowded she hadn’t gotten enough water. She scrunched her eyes closed and pulled the blanket over her head.

She’d had some water though. She remembered Thom’s friend Gale handing her a glass. Unless he’d roofied it! she thought. Suddenly she was wide awake. But no, that didn’t make sense. He was gay. And she was alone, in her own bed, wearing normal pajamas and not feeling at all abused - except for the hangover. Grumpy, she peered out from the blanket enough to grab her phone from next to the bed. Luckily she’d remembered to plug it in. 

Shit. It was after noon already. She blearily stared at her phone until she could make sense of the icons on the screen.

Her feeds showed a bunch of pictures from the night before, thanks mostly to Thom. She had a couple new friend requests and a few requests accepted. In the accepted category were Rue Jones, Beetee Mortara, and Venia Curlew. In the friend request category were Cashmere Coulson and Gale Hawthorne. Madge didn’t really remember much about Cashmere, but she was “friends” with Thom, Venia, and Beetee. The only mutual “friend” with Gale was Thom. No surprise there. But she wasn’t sure that Thom befriending his exes transferred to her. 

She looked at his public pics. She remembered him being around a lot the night before. She thought back and recalled lots of chatting and laughing with Thom’s friends, including Gale, but was that really reason enough to friend him? She decided to wait until later to deal with the friend requests. She scrolled mindlessly through her news feed for a bit before she switched apps to check her texts.

There were two new notifications: one from Thom and one from an unknown number. Weird. She opened Thom’s first. Just the usual back and forth about making it home safely and some vague messages from him about the night before. At the moment, she really didn’t care. Then she opened the other.  212-867-5309 2:28am thanks for a fun nite did you get home OK? 212-867-5309 2:42am Thom says you texted him so I guess you’re off the hook. Goodnight princess 212-867-5309 11:02am um this is Gale btw Madge stared. Princess? Oh shit. What had she told him? Or had Thom? Almost automatically Madge went about changing the name of the contact to his name instead of the number. But she was distracted thinking about him calling her princess. Thom knew about her 3 misguided years of princess pageant competitions and the state “Little Miss Princess” crown she’d won when she was nine, before the cancer changed things. Thom had heard far more than anyone should have to after her mom’s relapse. But that was years ago, and even though she knew it amused him, she didn’t think he’d have brought it up. Plus, she’d been surrounded by beautiful people in the entertainment industry last night. Pageant stories would have gone over much better than cancer lab stories.

Madge closed her eyes and it came back to her. Someone - it was Cashmere, Madge thought - had been talking about stage moms. And Madge had a few stories about stage moms. So she had divulged that little history. It was not exactly her deepest darkest secret but it wasn’t exactly the first impression she wanted to make on these new people either. But now she remembered. Gale had been there, he’d called her princess then too. An image of him from the night before crystallized in her mind, his face bright with laughter, magnetic eyes that took her breath away. Shit, she blushed just to remember. 

Maybe if she was lucky, they would all have collective amnesia about last night. Or she’d just never talk to him again. Or anyone else who’d been in earshot. Shit.

She put down the phone and decided to finally roll her butt out of bed. After getting cleaned up and eating some cereal, she shlepped a bag of laundry down to the laundry room only to find that of course, all the machines were taken. There was a guy in one of the chairs reading a book, and a basket of filthy looking laundry next to him, so Madge just gave up and went back upstairs. She lazed around for the afternoon and managed to claim an empty laundry machine after dinner. She settled down with her current book - Lab Girl, a book her dad had sent with her. He’d probably picked it based on the title. She’d just rotated the first load and started the second when her phone pinged. Thom 9:40pm What’s happening Madge 9:41pm Laundry Thom 9:42pm Laundromat? Madge 9:42pm In bldg basement Thom 9:44pm Nice! That’s better at least Madge 9:45pm Last night was fun. I’m glad you talked me into it. How r u? Thom 9:45pm <link> It linked to a YouTube clip of Kevin Sorbo, in Hercules, screaming “disappointed!” Madge laughed at the virally-misinterpreted homage to Kevin Kline. If you chose to believe Sorbo’s version of events, which Madge did. 

Madge 9:46pm Teehee Feeling misunderstood? Thom 9:48 pm my lot in life. But woman, the thing about today is that we both went home alone last night and now it’s a miserable day and I had to wake up to the vocal stylings of Annie and Finn going at it next door. Again. And I wouldn’t have even gotten out of bed but I had a stupid matinee which I hate.

Madge 9:48pm Sorry :-/ So how’d it go? Did you get any sleep last night? Thom 9:49pm I got some and I’m home now so crashing soon.  You’re totally missing the point I don’t need sleep a need a fuck I’m such a mess listen to me blathering What did you think of Gale you two talked a lot Madge 9:50pm Yeah he seemed nice Thom 9:51pm He’s hot right Madge 9:53pm Totally hot, last night was like a beautiful person parade I can’t believe you let me tell stage mom stories Thom 9:55pm You know I love those stories  They’re really not as embarrassing as you think  Madge 9:56pm Maybe in your world I have enough trouble as it is fighting pretty blonde girl syndrome at work Thom 9:56pm Lucky for you it was my world last night then RIGHT? Screw them. Leave that work shit at work You do you 

Madge 9:57pm Yeah yeah So ... What about that Cinna guy he seemed into you Thom 9:59pm I thought so but I dunno I need to stop worry about everything so much RIGHT Did I tell you I have 2 casting calls this week my anxiety is through the roof

Madge 10:02pm You told me but I forgot. What are they for again? 

Thom 10:07pm Commercials. It’s stupid but the money is insane. If you can sell.

Madge 10:09pm Totally. I hoep they go well.  If you need any help learning crazy drug names you know where to go ;-)

Thom 10:10pm Haha, that would be awesome. Watch out you might get wrangled into running lines with me again

Madge 10:12pm That was so much fun you know I’d do it again in the heartbeat. Especially if we can stay up late and eat ice cream. :)

Thom 10:14pm I’m so glad you moved here Maddie, we’re gonna have so much fun 

Madge 10:15pm So much :)

Monday came and Madge went back to her weekday routine. She had finished all the paperwork and trainings at the research center, and she was finally being assigned an experiment. She wouldn’t lead it herself, as new as she was, but she was excited to finally get back in a lab, working with a couple of phd researchers who had developed the protocols. She still had at least a week or two of practicing the new methods before she began actual experiments, but it still felt like progress. She also heard from her friend Delly who wanted to know all about her exciting life in NYC - an idea the pictures from Saturday only seemed to confirm. She grilled Madge on all the people she’d met and things she’d done and claimed she had to live vicariously through Madge because grad school was so hard. Madge encouraged Delly to come for a weekend sometime.

Thursday night she joined some women from the lab at a happy hour.  They went to a basement bar close to the research center, and drank cocktails that the others called “cheap” which apparently they applied to anything under ten dollars. On the upside, the coworkers were pretty friendly and she heard about lots of different subcultures in the city. One told her about contra dancing. Another was into board games … she’d even been to a board game convention the year before. One was a runner, was training for a marathon, and loved trivia nights. It was fun, learning a bit about them. By the time she said goodbye, it was almost 8 o’clock.  She looked at her phone to confirm how to get to the subway, and saw a new text notification. Once Madge was on her train heading home, she opened up her phone again and replied.

Gale 6:48pm  hi 

Madge 8:01pm Hi How are you? Gale 8:04pm alright you? Madge 8:05pm Ok Gale 8:07pm going out this wkend? Madge 8:09pm IDK maybe OMW home from happy hour

Gale 8:10pm you should use a safety text Madge 8:15pm What’s that? Gale 8:18pm pick a string of emojis that means you’re home safe. Then you always send it after a night out. Then we know you’re really safe and it’s not some psycho who kidnapped you or stole your phone or something Madge 8:22pm Ohhkay

Madge 8:24pm How worried should I be about these psychos? Gale 8:24pm lol don’t worry too much. But you should delete that conversation just to be safe. 😉 Madge 8:25pm So do you have safety emojis? Gale 8:29pm of course Madge 8:34pm And? What are they? Gale 8:41pm um no comment Madge 8:44pm Come on! How will I know you’re home safe and not kidnapped by psychos  :P  (home btw)

Gale 8:47pm well don’t judge me  but it’s🖕⛄️🐸

Madge 8:48pm Lol Nice one. Is there a story behind that? Gale 8:50pm  it seemed good at the time what about you? Madge 8:56pm I’m looking … TBH I am not that big an emoji user I can’t really believe the options now that I’m looking.  Maybe I should use 🙈🙊 Gale 8:56pm lol that’s terrible

Madge 9:07pm ok 👣🍿🎵

Gale 9:09pm 👍