#hi ✌🏻 quick change

[keep-the-wolves-close]

Movin’ Mountains

Chapter 1: cowboy take me away

* Pairing: Kayce Dutton x OFC Stella Daniels

* Rating: M

* Warnings: language, healing, dealing with some post trauma, fairly tame tbh

* Word count: 4,198ish

I would love to give credits to @dameronscopilot and @deanscroissant and @lexixstewart for being sounding boards for me during this whole process, giving outsider insight, being cheerleaders, and allowing me to screech at them about things that have happened during the writing process. I seriously couldn't have gotten this far without y'all.

Author's note: Hey everyone! We’re back at it again at the Krispy Kreme ✌🏻😝 (💀 I cannot believe I just did that along with a vine reference lmao.) (Please don't run in the other direction lol.)

Welcome to the continuation of Steady Heart! Thank you for coming along and continuing the journey with me! Here we are at the beginning of season 3! I can’t wait to see what lies ahead for our favorite, as Rip calls them, “merry band of misfits”. I hope everyone enjoys our soft start into the season, and the adventure ahead!

The door to the foreman’s lodge opened. It pulled Stella’s attention from the book she was reading, her heart dropped and her hand fell to her gun. She'd been jumpy ever since the night she got attacked. She glanced up and saw it was Kayce who greeted her from the doorway. Her shoulders relaxed and she smiled softly to avoid pulling the gash on her face and folded her book closed, placing it on the coffee table.

“Hey, you.” She welcomed and started to stiffly rise from the couch to be gentle on her ribs, but Kayce met her at the couch stopping her motion.

He bent down and gave her a quick kiss. “Hey back.”

She closed her eyes and hummed. “I still gotta get used to that.”

Kayce chuckled and sat next to her. “Me too. How’re you feelin’ today?” He gave a quick glance at her pistol.

Stella leaned back into the couch slow and steady and crossed him with a look of her own to stop any argument about being skittish. “I think I’m alright.”

“You think?” He placed his arm behind her on the back of the couch.

“Well I mean my ribs are probably gonna hurt for a while no matter how healed they are. My bruises don’t hurt anymore though.”

“What about,” he motioned to his eyebrow.

She grabbed the side of her bottom lip between her teeth and contemplated the change to her face. “I just gotta be careful to not stretch the skin too much, which is ass.” She laughed. “I never realized how much I actually used my eyebrows.”

“I coulda told you that, sugar.”

She flattened her face and gave him a side-eye. “Ha ha, you’re hilarious,” she quipped sarcastically. “Anyway, how’s Tate?”

Kayce blew out a heavy breath. “He’s okay, sleeping a little better, but still waking up scared.”

“Is there anything I can do to help? I understand being scared at the moment.”

Kayce stared down at her in the crook of his arm and shook his head. Of course she was worried about everyone but herself. “No, Monica is still with him. When she isn’t, I am.”

“Yeah, it probably wouldn’t be good for him to see me still so busted up right now. It would do more harm than good. How’s Monica?”

“Very happy that our son is alive. Grateful to you for trying to stop them.”

“I wish he would have kept running to the big house.” Stella placed her head back against Kayce’s arm and closed her eyes. She had to turn her brain off from thinking about everything she should have done versus what she did. It wouldn’t get her anywhere. “I’m still exhausted from all that mess.”

“I don’t doubt you are, but him coming back might have been the only thing that saved you.”

“I still wish he wouldn’t have come back. I would have been fine, eventually, and he wouldn’t have gotten kidnapped.”

“We’ll make it through, Stell. I’m just glad you both are still here.” Kayce draped his hand on her shoulder.

For a few moments, Stella pretended like everything was okay, that she and Kayce just got back from a long day. It was peaceful in his presence. She was grateful that he and Ryan found her when they did. She shuddered at the thought of what could have happened if she went untreated for longer. She opened her eyes thinking about her brother. “Oh, Ryan told me you guys are building a new barn further out?”

“When we’re out in the farther pastures, it would be nice to have a spot to go to that has extra supplies and things.” He faced her. “Speaking of which, we’re settin' up a spike camp until July.”

“Why?”

“Rip and I wanna be sure the clover isn’t gonna come back. We checked the fields this mornin’, and it didn’t look like there was any growing back, but we can’t be too careful. So we’re gonna babysit the herd. You wanna come with us?” He knew she would love the change of pace. He decided to not mention Tate coming along just yet. He didn’t want her to worry about him seeing her.

“I would be kinda useless for a little while yet. I shouldn’t even technically ride, as much as that fact pisses me off.”

“I’m not bringin’ ya up there to work, Stell. I just want you to have a change of scenery. But if you get to feelin’ right, you’re more than welcome to join the guys.” Kayce cringed. “If your brother doesn’t have a heart attack about it.”

She smiled at him. “C’mere.” He scooted closer for her. She leaned into him and whispered, “thank you,” on his lips as she kissed him.

Kayce carefully leaned his forehead against Stella’s. “I should go back up to the main house to be with Tate, but either myself or your brother will come get you in the mornin’.”

Stella nodded and stiffly stood with him. “What time?”

“Early. Probably 4:30 quarter of five.”

She groaned, “ugh, fuckin’ ranch hours,” and followed him to the door. Reaching out to grab his hand, she pulled him into a hug. “I mean it.” Stella didn’t know how else to say thank you anymore.

He pulled back just enough to gaze affectionately down at her. “You’re welcome, sugar.” He closed the gap and placed a gentle kiss on her lips as she brought her hand to his chest.

There was a groan that sounded behind the couple. “That’s the last thing I needed to see tonight,” Ryan grouched.

Stella faced down at the ground, with her eyes closed. Nervous about being caught so soon. “Hey, Ry.” Her face and neck heated up.

Kayce laced his fingers through hers as he stepped back, avoiding Ryan’s gaze. “I’m gonna go let Monica have a break.”

“See ya later, cowboy.” Their fingers squeezed each other and then slipped apart as he stepped away.

While Kayce walked off, the siblings stared at one another. Both of them had their lips pressed together and arms crossed. Stella’s face felt like it was on the sun with how red it must have been. The pair dissolved into laughter.

Stella cleared her throat. “You wanna come in?”

“It doesn’t smell like sex in there, does it?”

Stella rolled her eyes. “Oh my fuckin’ god, Ryan. No.”

Ryan nodded and stepped up to the door, trailing behind his sister. He watched while she made her way to the refrigerator.

“You want anything to drink?” She grabbed a Sprite from the fridge.

He stepped up to a kitchen chair, pulling it out and taking a seat. “Nah, we’re gonna be drinking later. I just wanted to check on you for the night before we did.” He took notice of her gun on her hip, but made no mention of it. He’d been keeping an eye on her, everyone had, especially with how edgy she’d been.

She cracked open her soda and leaned back against the sink to face Ryan. “I’m doing alright for the most part. Just starting to get bored,” she complained as she took a sip of her soda. “Very bored,” she sighed.

“I understand, but we need you 100%. Don’t need you hurting yourself more.”

“Yeah, I know,” she grumbled. Just because it was true didn’t make it suck any less. “Kayce invited me to come to the spike camp with y’all.”

Her brother's eyebrows shot up. “Oh he did, did he?”

“Yeah. Figured I would like a change of scenery. Which I would. Very much.” Stella stared at him, hoping to make her point. “Also, most likely so both you and himself could still keep an eye on me and keep me out of trouble.” She grinned.

Ryan leaned in the chair and propped his elbow on the backrest. “It’s irritating how smart he is.”

Her grin widened. “You’re just mad he thought of it first. He’s always been that smart.” She sat her soda on the counter and crossed her arms. “Is it okay if I go? I don’t wanna be stuck here by myself.”

“You wouldn’t be by yourself.”

“I know.” She shrugged. “But I wanna be with you and Kayce because y’all don’t treat me like I’m fragile like everyone else has been.”

“As long as you follow through with not working.” He fixed her with a look.

“Okay, okay.” She held up her hands in surrender. “I promise. I’ll sit with John and give everyone shit.” She smiled. “Now you go have fun. I’ll see y’all in the mornin’.”

Stella wandered around the foreman’s lodge aimlessly. She thought about going to hang out with the wranglers while they cut up, but she didn’t have the energy to be around the rambunctious bunch. She loved them, but she needed quiet. Reaching to grab her soda, she made her way to the little front porch area of the lodge. As she strode across the room, she made sure her gun was still on her hip.

She dropped into the single chair and fixed her glasses. Her feet swung up to cross at the ankles on the small table in front of her. The fizzy carbonation of her soda tickled her nose as she took a swig and swallowed. Stella surveyed the landscape carefully.

She could see the round pen, the cow pen, the barn, and the bunkhouse from where she sat. The lights were on in the house, so that gave her some comfort that her brother was close by if she needed him.

A breath pushed past Stella’s lips as she forced herself to calm down. The guys who were responsible for kidnapping Tate and beating the shit out of her were taken care of. She had to convince herself no one was going to sneak up on her.

“Everything is okay. We’re okay. We’re alive. Just breathe. You’re safe.” Stella encouraged herself, taking a few deep breaths in between her affirmations.

She’d been telling herself that a lot lately. That’s why her gun was glued to her hip. She had made the grave mistake of being caught without it, and it almost cost her her life. Stella vowed to never get found without it again.

The sounds of the ranch made her startle every once and a while, but eventually she settled and allowed herself to relax back in the chair. The thought of Rip probably wandering around somewhere nearby like a prowling bear made her fully sit back. Yes Kayce and her brother were nearby, but Rip was closer. She knew he wouldn’t be done with making sure everything was closed up for the night yet.

The longer she sat there, the calmer she became and the sounds of the ranch finally convinced her eyes to shut. Stella could still hear the horses in the pasture nearby, and the settling of the farm equipment, so she wasn’t fully asleep. It was a catnap state. She hadn’t been getting the fittest sleep since she came home from the hospital, so whatever rest her body would allow, she’d take it.

The crunch of the gravel that led up to the foreman’s lodge in between the stepping stones, startled Stella awake. “Stella-belle?” A gravelly voice intoned softly from her side. A warm calloused hand draped around her forearm and her eyes shot open. Without thought, she whipped her arm out to the side and hit the offender away from her. She scrambled to stand and back away from the intruder. Her hand dropped to her holster.

Rip stood back quickly and held his hands out like he would to a frightened horse. “Woah woah! Stella it’s me!”

Her eyes focused and her brain finally came out of its sleepy haze. “Oh my fucking god,” she wheezed out. From her quick movements her ribs smarted at her angrily. She moved her hand to her right side and hissed at the pain.

Rip wanted to help her, but knew she didn’t like being touched when she was in pain. He felt helpless as he watched her pant, trying to get her breath back. She paced back and forth, regulating her way through the discomfort. Slowly, it backed down to a throbbing versus a stabbing sting.

“Damn, Wheelie.”

“I’m sorry. I should have made more noise.”

Stella pursed her lips. She knew he didn’t mean to do it, and her anger was misplaced because of the pain of her own doing. She shouldn’t take it out on him. “It’s alright. What’s up?”

“I just got done laying into the wranglers because their asses are still awake and we got shit to do this morning. I saw you out here and wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I guess I actually fell asleep after a while.” She yawned and scratched her head. “What time is it?”

“3:45. You should head to an actual bed, Stella-belle.”

“I should probably just stay up and get packed.”

Rip frowned. “Packed?” He pushed open the lodge door and motioned her inside. “For what?”

Stella grabbed her empty soda bottle and followed his direction, stepping into the house. She tossed the bottle into the little recycling bin next to the fridge. “I’m going to the spike camp with ya.” She smirked over her shoulder while she went to grab one of Kayce’s duffelbags.

“You’re what?”

“You heard me. And my brother and Kayce agreed. So I’m coming with y’all.” Stella opened Kayce’s closet and made a small “ha,” when she found the medium-sized bag on the floor. Heavy boots hit the ground behind her and she spun around to face the angry bear of a man she’d become so fond of.

She grinned up at him. “I already promised that I would sit with John and give everyone shit while y’all worked.”

The corners of Rip’s mouth turned further downward in a frown. “Stella…,” he let her name hang in the air.

“Riiip,” she dragged out his small name. Stella gently weaved around him to the dresser Kayce was letting her use for her clothes. Rip sighed behind her and she ignored him. She went about pulling out her clothes for at least a week, more than sure she’d have to come back down and get more. She decided she would cross that bridge when she got there.

“You love running us ragged, don’t you?”

Stella placed the pile of clothes she had in her hand in the bag and turned to look at him. His shoulders sagged, he looked exhausted. Not only did he have everything else going on, but he had become her unofficial babysitter. Kayce and Ryan were smart for that because they knew if she didn’t listen to them, she would listen to Rip. Her lips pulled together in an affectionate smile. She adjusted the frames on her nose, opened her arms and waved him over. “C’mere.”

When he didn’t step toward her fast enough, she met him halfway and engulfed him in a hug. “I’m sorry, Rip.” He placed his arms around her shoulders to keep away from her ribs. Stella took as deep a breath as she could and settled into the curve of his arm. “I know you worry and don’t tell anyone. Think of it this way,” she leaned back and Rip slowly let her go. “You’ll have me within eyesight, uninterrupted, unless my brother or Kayce steal me away.”

Stella backed up and brushed her shirt off nervously. “Plus, I need to do something about being this edgy. I think nature will help me reset that.” She shrugged. “Help me trust myself again.”

Rip gave a quick look down at her holster, thankful that she hadn’t pulled it on him outside. He knew she was having a hard time adjusting to being back on the ranch, the same place that the awful event occurred. He’d observed her jump at sounds and people she’d known for years over the last few weeks. It definitely wasn’t like her to spook that easy. He reached out and ruffled her hair quickly. “Alright, you heathen. I suppose that’s a good deal.”

“Hey!” Stella backed away from his hand giggling. “That’s hurtful.”

“Where’s the lie? Can’t be a lie if it’s the truth, now can it?” Rip crossed his arms and leaned back against the door jamb and smirked.

“I am not a heathen, I’m a lady.”

“Bullshit, you and this merry band of misfits are all heathens. You and your brother are at the top of that list.”

Stella clutched at her nonexistent pearls. “Rip Wheeler! I thought you knew me better than that.”

He chuckled deeply. The warmth from seeing her smile spreading throughout his chest, even if it was just for a minute. He stole a glance at the alarm clock he had set up on the bedside table and read that it was pushing on 4:00 am. “Alright, Stella-belle. I’ll leave you be to finish getting ready. Is anyone coming to get you?”

Stella smiled at him, not as wide as she would have liked, but wider than a few weeks ago. “Yeah, my brother or Kayce. Which from the sounds of it, it’ll be me getting him instead.” She huffed out a laugh through her nose. “So I’ll finish up here and see you soon, Wheelie. You go wrangle those boys into shape.” They shared a smirk, as Rip nodded and quietly made his way out of the lodge to agitate the guys.

Stella waited about 20 minutes before she started getting antsy. She knew that Kayce had other things to worry about, he shouldn’t have to worry about being responsible for her too. She hurried into the bedroom, gripped up the duffel bag, and rushed to the door. She slipped on her boots and threw her hair up in a messy bun that looked slept in. Making her way out the door, she made sure her hand gun was on her hip still and her knife on the other and made sure to close the door behind her.

She looked out by the barn and saw everyone mostly ready. Lloyd had been dubbed the driver of the wagon. Tate climbed up into the cart next to the older man and settled himself in. The little boy looked as if he was vibrating with excitement for this new adventure. Stella’s stomach dropped at the thought of him seeing what had happened to her. She didn’t want him to blame himself. Rip was off to the side holding John’s horse, Red, and Tate’s horse, Lucky. She watched as everyone milled about. Ryan worked on setting up Blue Jeans, exhausted, and quite honestly still looked drunk to Stella. Kayce was on top of Tank, making sure everything was ready to go for their ride. Abigail was tacked up next to him. He must have felt her staring at him because when he looked up they locked eyes.

He noticed she had one of his duffelbags slung on her shoulder, and one of his larger flannels overtop of her t-shirt. His eyes twinkled with affection at her display, and he dismounted from Tank, cutting a path directly to her.

Stella met Kayce and welcomed the soft hug he offered. He carefully transferred the bag to his hand from her shoulder and gave it to Jake to put in the wagon. He looked around to make sure no one was gawking, and scanned his gaze back down to Stella, placing a chaste kiss on her forehead to the left of the healing gash. “I was gonna come get you in a few minutes, I was hoping to give you more time to sleep.”

“Well, luckily for you, I’ve been awake since like quarter of four.” She laughed inwardly.

Kayce made a disapproving face. “Did you sleep at all?”

Stella withdrew from the comfort of his hug and sighed. “Yes, Kayce. I did. On the porch ironically enough. Rip already yelled at me,” she smirked over at Rip who’d been listening in this whole time. “Didn’t you?” He dipped his head in confirmation. She turned back to face Kayce. “And I slept pretty well for the first time in a while. I’m ready to rock and roll. Thank you for getting Abs ready for me.”

Her gaze landed on the mare that she’d only been able to walk around, lunge, and pet due to her restrictions recently. She moved over to her and brushed her hand along the roan’s nose softly. “Hey baby. You ready for an adventure?” Abigail blew a sigh into Stella’s hand.

A throat cleared from behind Stella. John came up beside her. “You sure you’re good to go on the trek?”

Stella bobbed her head. “Yessir. I should be right as rain in no time. I’ll be your buddy for giving everyone else hell.” She giggled quietly. “Besides, I gotta get away from here for a while.” They shared a look because John knew exactly what she meant. She almost died not too far from where they were standing. A little vacation would do her well. John nodded to her and stepped back to let her mount up. He didn’t go too far just in case she fell. Kayce took a few steps closer, joining his father if Stella needed a hand.

Stella stepped forward and placed her left foot in her stirrup. She reached for the horn and tried her best to step up into her saddle without showing the mild discomfort it caused. A quiet groan escaped her barely parted lips. She bent forward to pat Abigail’s neck. “See, girl?” Stella huffed, trying to catch her breath. “Wasn’t so bad, was it?” The large mare grunted back at her as if to say, ‘not for me, but it was awful for you.’

John spotted Jamie as he trotted up to the group. John instantly moved to give him directions. He had other plans for his son in mind. “Stick that horse back in the barn.” He pointed in the building’s general direction. “Move your gear outta the bunkhouse.”

Jamie halted his horse, and his stomach twisted into knots. “Move it where?”

“The lodge.” John explained simply.

Jamie dismounted, ready for an argument. “Why?”

Stella piped up from on top of Abigail. “Uh, sir? That’s where I’m staying.”

John eyeballed his son for questioning him instead of just going with his plan. “Cause I can’t have the Livestock Commissioner living in the bunkhouse.” Jamie took off his hat and shot his dad a questioning glance. “I’ll make the appointment official tomorrow.” John panned his gaze to Stella and continued. “And I’m moving you up to the big house with Kayce.”

Stella’s jaw dropped so fast it almost came unhinged. The tightness in her chest bubbled as she gave a panicked look to Kayce, who looked just as stunned as her, if not more. “Uh, are you sure that’s a good idea, sir?”

“Damn it, how many times do I have to tell you to call me John?” He scolded her. “And god damnit why doesn’t anybody just follow my directions?”

“John, you’d kill over if any of us followed your direction blindly.” Stella’s face flattened as she pointed to Rip. “Even Rip questions you from time to time. You’re pissed about something you taught all of us to do.”

“No, it’s what Kayce has taught you to do.” John grumbled.

“Now c’mon, dad.” Kayce tried to interject, but his dad was having none of it this morning.

He pinned Stella to her spot with a look that dared her to defy him any further. “I’m moving you up to the house with Kayce. Gator will move your things before Jamie gets settled in.” John strode over to Jamie and leaned in close. “And if you betray me again? You’re dead to me son, you understand?”

Jamie nodded. “Yes, sir. Thank you.” John pivoted to go get his horse, but Jamie reached out and stopped him. “Dad. I won’t betray you. You have my word.”

“Well,” John cleared his throat. “We’re about to find out what that’s worth.” The air hung heavy between the father and son as John turned back around. Stella shifted in her saddle at the unspoken threat.

The patriarch started doling out orders. “Kayce!” The aforementioned son was stepping up into his saddle. “You and Rip take the wranglers, start pushin’ the herd. We’ll be right behind. Stella, you stay with me and Lloyd.”

“Alright, let’s go,” Rip directed the wranglers.

“Keep an eye on him.” Kayce instructed his dad.

John climbed up onto Red. “You know I will.”

Kayce glanced down at his saddle and tapped the horn. “I’m uh, I’m sorry about the Commission. It’s just not me.”

John rearranged in his saddle. “You’re my son. I know exactly who you are and don’t you ever be sorry for it.” Kayce looked around and walked Tank on. Lloyd and Tate watched as the prodigal son marched away. The little boy stared at Stella with big, sad eyes.

“Are you okay, Aunt Stell?”

Stella took a breath, as deep as she could, and smiled at the youngin’. “Yeah, buddy. I’m okay.” It looked as though Tate’s shoulders dropped in relief. “You should see the other guys.” She winked at him and he smiled at her. He was comforted by the fact that she seemed like her normal self.

Lloyd peeped over Tate’s head to spot John. “We’re ready here, boss.” They observed John taking in the herd and the surrounding nature. “Nothin’ prettier on this earth.”

“It’s as free as a man can be.”

“Makes you wonder,” Lloyd moved the reins around in his hands to have a better grip. “Who’s gonna feed this world when there’s none of us left.”

John laughed. “Nobody, Lloyd. This world’s just gonna go hungry.” He spurred Red into motion. Stella would have galloped off with him but decided against it. She followed beside the cart with Abigail at a fast walk.

[weird-bookworm]

ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ɢᴏᴏᴅ

a/n: inspired by this prompt but this was a great help too (there's stuff i have copied down word to word...)

pairing: platonic kwon soonyoung x lee jihoon

genre: fluff, attempted humour, i have a feeling i failed

word count: almost 0.8k

warnings: me thinking i'm funny

Jihoon was regretting his decision to letting Soonyoung help him. He could've gone to Minghao. Heck, he could've gone to anyone. But no, he saw that Soonyoung was free, in a good mood, and ended up asking him.

And it's not even like he needed help. His sense of style was good enough, and the company would provide them with stylists for the party anyway. Why he said that he would wear his own clothes was beyond him, but he realised his mistake a little too late.

After being asked, Soonyoung had spent ages whining about how only Jihoon was invited and no one else. Then he had proceeded to get excited about the idea of shopping, specially shopping for Jihoon, and had dragged the latter out eagerly.

Jihoon had been part annoyed and part endeared, by his attempt at taking out Jihoon's arm out of it's socket, and his smile respectively.

Truth be told, he admitted that in the greater scheme of things, this wasn't that bad. Soonyoung was a fun person, and aside from the fact that he had dragged Jihoon to try on at least six different tiger themed jackets and shirts, he had a good sense of style.

Plus, having an extra helping hand and more reviews always helped, right?

Most of all, Soonyoung had made it easier for Jihoon to choose his outfit quicker; they were actually done within an hour.

Within that hour though, Soonyoung had managed to poke himself thrice with safety pins (how even? "It's called a safety pin for a reason." Jihoon had sighed and told him after he had whined about it for the thousandth time), had gotten stuck in an overly complicated piece which was Jihoon's size (all he could do was wonder why he had even tried it on in the first place, the ones in his size were right there) and had annoyed Jihoon to the fullest ("nope, not going to happen" "we are not going there" "you do know we're in public, right?" "would you just shut up please?" "...you live to annoy me don't you?").

And while Jihoon was happy how quick they were done with his shopping, he didn't realise that they would be shopping for Soonyoung too. They were currently in a newly-opened store with a complicated name neither of them had even bothered to pronounce.

Jihoon was waiting in front of the changing room as Soonyoung tried on whatever he was trying on inside.

The door suddenly opened and out stepped, trying to be elegant, Soonyoung in a suit. Jihoon had somehow missed him take an entire suit inside in the room.

He watched in slight exasperation and total confusion as Soonyoung twirled in front of the huge mirror in front of the door and fix his collar (which had a goddamn bowtie) with flourish.

"Uh..."

"I have to say, I look pretty good." He grinned at a wide eyed Jihoon through the mirror.

"No, no you do not have to say that." Soonyoung turns around with a pout at that. "Come one, admit it, you know I look good." He gave him a cheeky smile.

Jihoon sighed. "You know what? If you don't get changed and buy whatever you want to buy within ten minutes, Cheol will know what happened to his Prada jacket..."

Soonyoung looked scandalised at the suggestion, stared at Jihoon with furrowed eyebrows for a moment, before he hurried back in in the trial room.

Needless to say, they got home really quickly after that.

i have a feeling this has too many typos, lmk if you find any ✌🏻

[bucksfiles]

A Very Stucky Halloween

Hello again, is anyone out there?🥺 *waving from the corner* I've been so busy with work these last few months that any attempts of writing just stop abruptly. I just want to check in just to show that I haven't disappeared to a deserted island or something😅

Anyway, this is just me writing a quick Halloween fic for the boys. Enjoy!😉

“Steve, please put this on.”

“No.” Steve quickly rejects, crossing both arms in front of his chest.

“It’s only for a few hours.” Bucky tries to argue, with pleading eyes fully on display.

Steve only raises his left eyebrow.

“Steven Grant…”

“No! Fuck you, you do not pull my full name like that.”

“…Rogers.” Bucky finishes it anyway. “Work with me and put this outfit on.”

Steve’s eyes look like they’re about to pop out from their sockets.

“Well, you put it on then. Since you like it so much.”

“I can’t. This is in your size.” Bucky says, shaking the to-be-Steve’s Halloween costume.

“IT’S A F*CKING BEDSHEET, BUCKY! What do you mean it’s on my size?” Steve is now flailing his arms like crazy, pointing aggressively at the white sheet that Bucky is currently holding.

“Oh, come on. It’s perfect for you, you’re gonna be the most jacked-up boo ghost ever.”

“Why do I have to be a boo ghost and you get to be a vampire?”

“I’ve got the teeth for it.” Bucky says quickly, which is definitely false since Steve has spent enough time exploring the insides of Bucky’s mouth and teeth.

And no, Bucky’s teeth are not sharp enough to resemble a vampire.

“Now come on, the kids are gonna be here any minute now. Becca’s kids are also gonna be trick-or-treating here as well. So move it.” Bucky finally says, throwing the white sheet at Steve.

Steve is resisting a giant urge to stomp his foot like a child so he narrows his eyes at Bucky instead.

“Fine, I’ll put this on for one hour.”

“Sure, pal. One hour.” Bucky is fully grinning now, satisfied with his own effort. “Also, please take your shirt off to make it more realistic. Cause… y’know, ghosts don’t wear clothes.”

“EAT SHIT, BARNES!” Steve yells one last as he enters the bathroom to change.

If any of you want to read my fics, I'm steeeve on AO3. See y'all there✌🏻

[novaviella]

Yeah, hi, hello, just a quick note for everyone.

You don’t have to uwu babygirl-ify villains in order to like them.

It’s not a moral failing to like complex (or just plain fucking evil) characters as they are.

Characters in books and in other media aren’t real and are not a reflection of your morals. Fiction is fiction which is not real. You are (presumably) human and are real. It’s fine. Like the villain. Be a villain fucker. Idgaf.

But please, stop watering down characters or just outright changing/denying canon characters to make your liking them “morally correct”.

side note: this does not include changing character(s) for things like fanfiction. Fanfiction is transformative and therefore you can do whatever the fuck you want with the character(s) in that context.

K, bye ✌🏻

[muertawrites]

*leans in close but not too close to make you uncomfortable and whispers* Eddie letting reader wear his battle vest during sex

Everyone always writes for the Hellfire shirt which like yea 10/10 babes but everyone is missing the most important article of clothing for a metal head such as our dear Eddie. Bonus points for perv!Eddie letting you try it on for funsies then things get WAY more fun from there

Warnings: my daddy kink continuing to rule my existence, tipsy reader, soft dom!eddie, light bondage, oral (m receiving), heavy praise, mechanic!eddie, eddie in a crop top, perv!eddie my precious babe

this is

this is depraved y'all i'll see y'all in hell ✌🏻

18+ minors here's my library card go check something out from the kids' section

Maybe you've had too much wine. But they shouldn't make it four percent alcohol by volume and so cheap and sweet and expect you not to drink the whole bottle. Either way, you've stripped down to nothing but a pair of lacy black panties, sprawled out on the bed waiting for Eddie to come home from his Saturday shift at the garage.

His battle vest is draped over your shoulders, hanging loose and only just covering your breasts. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you're tempted to pull out your dildo and give yourself a good fucking. You're way too hot, and way too drunk to keep your hands to yourself.

Just how Eddie likes you.

When you hear his van roll into the driveway, you spread yourself out, trying to look as much like one of the centerfolds in his porno mags as possible. Your heart does a little jolt when you hear his work boots stomping into the apartment, his keys clattering onto the counter.

"Queenie, I'm home!" he calls.

"In the bedroom, baby!"

Your voice is sultry. It immediately piques Eddie's interest, luring him back to you.

He stops dead in his tracks when he lays eyes on you. For his part, you can't get enough of your view, either.

He's changed out of his coveralls, but he's still covered in a day of grime. The cropped Megadeath tank top he wore to work gives a delicious view of his midriff, his shoulders looking extra broad, his boxers poking out from the waistband of his jeans.

For a moment, all you do is ogle each other. The tip of your finger finds its way into your mouth and you giggle, the seductive action making Eddie's cock twitch.

"Hi, daddy," you lilt.

He immediately tears his shirt over his head, making quick work of his jeans in its wake. You laugh as he leaps onto the mattress, causing you to bounce and fall into his arms.

"You're a fuckin' temptress, y'know that?" he pants. His lips latch onto yours, licking into your mouth in a sloppy, needy kiss. You bite down on his lip, causing him to breathe out a beautiful little moan.

"I haven't been bad, though," you coo, grinning impishly up at him. "I just missed you all day, daddy. I couldn't wait for you to come play..."

"Oh, you're fuckin' in for it, kitten," Eddie growls. His eyes have glazed over, hungry and feral. "Be a good girl for daddy and get your handcuffs."

You nod, giving his lips a playful lick as you hop off the mattress, retrieving his favorite toy from the wall beside the door. After handing them to him, you dutifully turn around, placing your hands behind your back so he can restrain you; as he does, you reach back and palm at his cock through his boxers, causing him to groan and bite at your neck.

"You wanna take daddy's cock in your mouth?" he asks, exhaling the words with a nibble on your earlobe.

You nod, and he gently lowers you to your knees, traipsing around you to pull the o ring gag from the top of your the dresser. You obediently open your mouth, allowing him to fix the gag between your teeth. His hands are careful, tender, paying close attention to make sure the strap isn't bound too tight and the ring isn't cutting in to your lips or palate. He bends down to kiss your forehead before pulling his cock out of his boxers.

"Did you treat yourself to some wine today?" he wonders, asking the question as casually as if you were seated around the kitchen table at dinner.

You nod, humming as he pushes his cock into your mouth.

"You get so naughty when you drink wine," he muses. He lets out a soft groan as he slowly starts to thrust between your lips, hand placed behind your head to guide you. "And you look so pretty in daddy's vest. Just begging for me to fuck you."

You flatten your tongue along his shaft, causing him to gasp out a moan of pleasured surprise and grip fiercely at your scalp. You look up at him through your lashes, unable to smirk but saying all you need in the eye contact you make with him. He pushes in deeper, the head of his cock kissing the back of your throat.

"That's my good girl," he praises. "Knowing just what daddy likes... I think you deserve- ah, fuck! ... ah, shit, baby, I think you deserve a little fun of your own."

Eddie slides from between your lips, smirking devilishly as he disappears behind you and shuffles about in the drawer of your nightstand. He returns a moment later with your remote controlled vibrator, kneeling down in front of you and kissing your cheek.

"I'm gonna make you cum, too," he promises.

He gently tugs down the waistband of your panties, slipping his index and ring fingers along the length of your petals.

"Ooh, yeah."

He grins when he feels you soaked, bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean.

"Nice and wet for daddy," he states, pleased. "I won't even need to use lube."

He gently spreads you open, slipping the shaft of the insertable vibrator inside you so the stimulating head rests firmly against your clit. He then taps the power button, sparking it on to the lowest setting and sending a shock wave through your legs. Your eyes flutter a bit, lost in the sweet sensation. He smiles, kissing the tip of your nose before standing again, guiding his cock back into your mouth.

"You know exactly what you do to me, don't you pretty girl?" Eddie says as he resumes his slow, teasing pace, running his shaft languidly over your tongue. "Know just how bad daddy craves you on his dick. And look at you... mmm, fuck, sweetheart, you're taking me so well... I think you can handle more."

He hits the switch on the remote, turning the vibrator speed up a level. You whimper, and his fingers knot into your hair as he increases his speed in turn, starting to properly fuck into your mouth.

"Yeah, baby, you feel so good," he groans, head falling back as he gives in to the pleasure. "Fuuuuuuck yeah, take my cock... take my cock in that pretty little mouth of yours... that's daddy's good girl..."

You close your eyes, allowing yourself to feel nothing but the hum of the vibrator and the head of his cock brushing the base of your throat. You press your thighs together, increasing the pressure on your clit.

"You want it harder?" Eddie asks, picking up on the movement. He doesn't even wait for you to answer - as soon as the words escape him, the vibrator kicks up to its highest setting, his hips snapping into a ruthless pace.

"Gonna... make you... cum... so... hnng, fuck!... sofuckinhard, princess... ah, shit... shit shit baby, fuckin' heck..."

He's panting, forcing your head down onto his cock as he grinds up into your mouth, letting himself go with abandon. You roll your hips into the vibrator, all the while sucking in your cheeks to grip him tighter, milking him for all he's worth. He lets out a little mewling cry, the sound so adorably pathetic that you wish you could see his face. You imagine his eyebrows knit together the way they do when he's close, concentrating all his energy on reaching his orgasm.

" 'M not gonna go until you do, kitten," he tells you, huffing the words in breathless moans. "Come on, cum first... be a good girl and... oh, fuck, baby, yeah, just like that... be a good girl and cum for daddy..."

His words are all it takes. With a final roll of your hips, you're whimpering and whining around his cock as you cum on the vibrator, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as he breaches your throat and fucks you right through your orgasm. He goes so deep that you gag, the sound and the sensation only spurring him on.

"Good girl," he growls through clenched teeth. "So fucking good... daddy loves his little... hnng shit, his little... cum slut... so fuckin'... pretty for me, baby..."

It isn't long before Eddie bursts, releasing into your mouth with an unhinged howl and a forceful tug on your hair, pushing you down as far as you'll go. You suck around his shaft, legs shaking from overstimulation as the vibrator continues to buzz, swallowing his cum as it pours into your throat. He pulls out before he totally finishes, slipping from between your open lips to stroke himself, still connected by a string of saliva made milky with his semen. He cums onto your chest, watching hazily as the pearls of his seed drip between the curves of your breasts, framed by the familiar denim of his vest.

Once he's given all he can, he makes quick work of turning off the vibrator and removing the gag, placing a gentle kiss to your lips as he slides the toy from its place between your folds. He then uncuffs your restraints, rubbing tenderly at the red marks they left in your skin where you pushed against them. He lifts you into his arms (you always forget how strong he is, handling your not insignificant frame as if you weigh nothing), carrying you to bed and cradling you in his lap as he lights a pre-roll from the case on his nightstand and reaches for his lotion. He takes little puffs from the joint as he caresses the cream into your wrists, kissing your forehead between inhales.

"How was work?" you ask, voice hoarse from the strain on your throat.

Eddie chuckles, running his free hand lovingly through your hair.

"Good," he replies. "Finally finished the '57 Ford we were working on."

"Didn't you say that client was a total dick?"

"Yeah but he pays well. Not like the daddy's money pricks we sometimes work with."

You nestle into the crook of his neck, shutting your eyes and fading into the calm of post-orgasm bliss. Eddie stubs out the joint, curling his arms around you and hugging you close.

"... I still have your cum on me," you realize after a moment.

He laughs, leaning down to see for himself. Sure enough, his cum is there, pressed stickily between your gorgeous cleavage.

"Keep it for tonight," he teases, only half joking. "Looks good with my vest on you."

"You're disgusting."

He bites into your neck, soothing the little nip with a messy kiss, tongue pressed flat to your skin.

"Still love me though, dontcha?"

You giggle, raising your head to press your lips to his.

"Endlessly, Edward. Endlessly."

[chaoticorganizedmess]

| Masterlist | Navigation |

MHA C*ckwarming Headcanons

Ft: Bakugo, Kirishima, Hawks, Dabi (+ Mirko) [18+]

[Part 2]

Bakugo Katsuki:

Now if there's one thing this man has mastered it's self control.

Maybe not patience. When it comes to other people, he'll lose it so quick over frustrating extras.🤬

However when he's resting inside you while you're on his lap it's nothing but another chance to prove he's the best.

No matter how tempting you are and how much he wants to start thrusting up into you.

(...and boy how you are tempting.)

He's doing some paperwork he brought home from the agency at his desk in his home office. Filling out incident reports and preapproving Sidekick schedules.

So here you sit with him.

"Stop movin', dumbass.", he'll grumble when you squirm a little too much.

You wanted his attention and his cock soo bad, then he'll give it to you.

Just on his terms, of course.

Kirishima Eijirou:

Now this guy would never turn down a challenge like this.

It just wouldn't be manly.🤜🏻🤛🏻

He'll have you cockwarming him just to see how long he can hold out.

(That usually isn't long at all.)

He'll try playing video games with the guys to keep his attention off of how glorious it feels even just sitting still inside you.

(You know at least one other member of the Bakusquad is doing the same thing with their partner, unbeknownst to the rest.)

(Probably Denki.)

His willpower nearly breaks at the first sign of any whine escaping your lips.

He just wants to keep his Pebble happy after all.

When he can't resist doing more with you the controller and headset get thrown to the wayside with little regard.

All he can think about is forcing you up and down on that massive cock of his.

Hawks/Takami Keigo:

Now this cocky bastard will do it for two reasons.✌🏻

One: he's touched starved.

So when he falls head over heels for you he'll do and try anything for you.

So now there's a way to keep himself warm and cozy while he's inside you? Killing two birds with one stone (so to speak)? Done and done.

He'll love you sitting on him facing away so you can relax back onto his chest while you guys watch movies or whatever.

The other reason is to be a tease.

When you want him to piston his fat cock into you his hands take a steadfast hold on your hips as he coos "What's wrong, Babybird? Ya wanted me inside you, right?"

He knows damn well what you really meant.

He just loves teasing you, especially while he's still within his right mind to keep his resolve.

Dabi/Todoroki Touya:

This man will cockwarm you as a punishment.

It's not that it's unpleasant to have him keeping warm a different way than normal.

(It's actually quite pleasurable and one of his favorite ways to heat himself up from the norm.)

However, he cockwarms you to make sure you know who's in charge.

If there's been one underlining factor about him that he's held onto over the years, despite any trials and tribulations or any other changes about him, it's patience.

He'll have you sitting on him, facing him as he watches television.

Of course he's watching whatever he wants. This is his time now.

Whenever you're getting impatient, or feeling bratty, and start to move he'll land a smack onto one of your meaty ass cheeks.

"Watch it, Doll. Keep bein' a brat 'n the punishments will get worse."

That statement makes you quiver in both anticipation and nervousness.

Either way you're wetter than ever.💦

Mirko/Usagiyama Rumi:

Now she obviously wouldn't be doing it to warm anything other than your insides.

She loves seeing you whine as you sit upon her lap with your favorite strap of hers inside you.

It's usually the result from her coaxing you to do it to prove you can last. That she doesn't have you melting into a needy mess so quickly.

Mirko loves your little expressions as you try to prove yourself.

She'll taunt you when she knows you're starting to lose the competition.

"What's wrong, Baby? 's it too much sittin' still here on my cock and not bein' able to do anythin'?"

"Does my Baby Carrot want me to fuck up those insides? Huh?"

" 's okay. You know you want me to give it to you. Just admit it, yeah?"

When you finally give in semi quickly and tell her you want it, Mirko grips you up by your plump ass cheeks and into her strong arms.💪🏽

Moments later she's fucking into you against the nearest wall.

[bluenpjm]

cloud9 agency ☁ jjk x oc

Ⓒ bluenpjm — all rights reserved. do not repost, translate or claim as your own.

synopsis.  faced with decisions that can change the course of her career, the art director of the cloud9 agency decides it is time to act and reignite the flame she had once lost. and all because of an intern...

genre.  non-idol au ; slice of life au ; intern!jungkook ◦ fluff ◦ angst ◦ smut 

pairing.  JJK x OC

rating.  M

wordcount. 4.2K

warnings.  driving under the influence, drinking, making dubious decisions, some foul language, being somewhat displeased with current job situation

a/n.  to the person i cannot go a day without talking to: happy birthday @itsceesaw! thank you for supporting me, always. may we be friends forever, surrounded by pizza, good vibes, and bts! ✌🏻🍕

chapters. 1 — 2

There was nothing more appalling than starting the day by answering emails. 

Carolina figured there were far better things where she could waste her time and energy, especially this early in the morning. Daring to take yet another glance at the time on her phone, she sighed, noticing it was half-past eight and she was still stuck on this one email. She lacked what her boss would call the “delicacy” to make their clients understand how the business was and how simply their requests could be met. At least that was how she was supposed to present it to them. 

If she had to be honest, she was wishing nothing more than to see her intern walking straight through those doors. And she never expected herself to think such a thing. 

Carolina’s memories of her days as an intern were bitter. She never had the opportunity to do something out of the box — in her style — constantly trapped by the hawk-like eyes of her supervisor. And her taste was dull, to say the least. She was also never credited for the hard work she would put into her creations. Each assignment given to her was treated with all the care in the world, even if it wasn’t something she cared for.

So, when the chance occurred for her to have an intern, she had promised herself that she wouldn’t be a bitch and would actually let the person experiment and tinker with their works and put their personality in them. 

Her intern — Jungkook — had been assigned to assist her in any way, shape, or form. She needed coffee? He would fetch it for her. The lenses in her camera needed a good cleaning? He had probably already taken care of that. But that wasn’t why he joined the company. Over drinks, one night after work, he confessed how much he loved photography and even had a secret Instagram account where he would post his pictures. 

Secretly, she would check his feed now and then, often feeling immersed in the emotions that he could capture so simply through the click of a camera. He would never know, though. 

With a soft heart — which now that she was regretting listening to — there she was, head pounding as instead of clocking in at 11 — no, actually — just make it an early lunch break and she would be at the office around 2 in the afternoon, ideas fresh in her mind. 

The list of emails was endless and as she went further down, opening email after email, they seemed to get longer and somewhat stupider. It was… impressive, even.

Still, it was somewhat worth it as her intern was nothing but excited the day before, going on and about how much research he had and how many angles he had studied to make the photo shoot he was attending in her place absolutely perfect. 

The kid got talent. She couldn’t deny that. But Jungkook lacked something she always had. And that was what she considered one of the most important things in her field: following your gut. You need to be able to trust your instincts in this area. After all, the client is hardly ever right nor knows what they want. You almost need to have a degree in psychology to understand the deeper meaning behind their simple-minded requests. 

And well… her intern lacked the spontaneity she wished he had. He was quick and highly talented but… Every 30 minutes, he would come to her desk, an excited smile on his face, most similar to a puppy, wanting you to throw the ball back yet again. And she would compliment his work, most deservingly as Carolina would never say she liked something when she didn’t — and throw him another project. And once he was done… there he was again, waiting for approval and direction on what to do next. 

She opened the sent tab on her email account, looking for some faint sight of hope there would be a standardized way of answering the clients' messages. A soft way of saying ‘Hey, I saw your email but won’t get to it now. So just wait until I feel like trying to explain to you, for the thousandth time, that I have what you described and you simply don’t know what you want! Toodles.’ 

“These people go to lengths…” She talked to herself, eyes quickly scanning all the different responses the clients would get. “They should get a raise!” She scoffed, realizing how ridiculous their efforts were as she leaned her body back on the chair, wheels shifting her away from the desk with the impulse. 

Being an art director, she expected to have more creative liberty. After all, she had been hired for her inspiring mind, standing out from a homogenous pile of applications. And the reason why she was still there was due to the big check at the end of the month. 

In her early years, she was content with some freelancing. Some gigs here and there while she managed to balance her social life. But adulthood proved itself to be well… inescapable. And being accustomed to a certain lifestyle, she had to sacrifice a little. Money over happiness… The tip of the iceberg of adult life. It couldn’t get any sadder than that, could it?

Her phone rings out of a sudden, being the perfect escape from the tedious action she had found herself trapped in. Not even needing to unlock it, she could already tell who was behind the incessant ringing. Very few were the people who would be texting her with such enthusiasm, this early in the day. 

A smile immediately popped on Carolina’s lips as she read the incoming texts in her group chat. She would constantly be shocked at how her best friends would be in sync. And their energy in the morning… unmatchable. They tended to meet later in the day when Carolina would be fully awake and filled with energy. Usually for drinks, as they loved to complain about the most insignificant things in their lives. Deo would end up crying, confessing her love and loyalty to the two, Hyori joining a little bit after on the rampage, and Carolina would stare at the two with a sheepish smile, knowing she would be able to tease them in the morning. 

Before she had the chance to answer them, another text came in. 

She clicked on it immediately after reading the name of the sender. Her heart was quick to find its way to her throat and the mere seconds it took to open the chatroom made it feel like it was ready to jump out. 

If she had to describe how she was feeling, it would be something very similar to what moms say when they drop their kids for the first time in daycare. Or when they get a phone, passcode-protected, and you fear that they have started to send nudes to lousy boys. The fear of something happening to someone you are supposed to look after and you are not there to hold their hand in case they need it. Or even more, the fear of something going wrong and she wouldn’t be there to fix it right away.

Thankfully, Carolina could relax. And her entire posture does so, body reclining once more in the comfortable office chair. Analyzing the texts again, her stomach growls, reminding her that she was still to have breakfast. 

Shutting off her laptop, she decides her intern could have a fun afternoon answering emails. Now, she was going to have some much-deserved breakfast. 

Carolina had gotten into collage early in life. And ever since her nanny presented it to her, it had been a constant hobby of hers. She would often do it for her own entertainment, a pure way of relaxing and having a fun evening. So it came as no surprise when the skill revealed itself as a useful practice in her work. It helped people around her visualize what she was thinking when words seemed weak to prove her point. She was always more of a visual kind of person rather than words. 

Sitting on the floor, legs crossed, she leaned on her hands, body falling back as she looked up at how the ceiling of her favorite room in Cloud9 was turning from the softest shade of blue to purple. It was shaped like a cloud. Upon Carolina’s arrival at the company, she suggested cotton and led lights should be pinned to the ceiling, turning it into a different room from all the others in the company, making it seem like their own personal cloud-filled sky. 

“Croissant?” Jungkook emphasized the word, a weak attempt of a french accent leaving his lips. He sits down, crossing his legs as well, the box resting right in the middle of the two. 

“Oui, oui,” Carolina showed her never acquired skills of speaking french. Simple words were easy. But make a native speaker to her, she will give them a thumbs up, before smartly removing herself from the conversation. “How was it?” 

Jungkook notices how she picks up the box from the floor, admiring the sweets inside while trying to make up her mind about which one she should pick. “It was good.” He spoke cooly. 

“Good.” She eyes him, knowing he was trying to sound less excited than he was on the inside. 

“I had the best time ever.” He showed her his bunny smile. “Thank you for trusting me.” 

“Of course.” She dismisses him. “But I will never answer emails, ever again.” 

He chuckles. Email answering was something he did with ease, but he couldn’t deny how boring the task was. 

“That lady from the flower shop…” she snaps her fingers, trying to remember the name of the store. 

“May Flowers?” 

“Exactly! She sent yet another email about how the colors of the logo you did were different from her phone screen to her tablet…” Carolina rolled her eyes. 

“Seriously?” Jungkook laughed. “I stayed with her on the phone— on the phone! for like an hour yesterday explaining to her why that happened…” 

“She called?” Carolina scoffed, incredulous. 

“Well… I did offer.” Jungkook scratches the back of his neck, sleeve pulling down and Carolina notices the tattoos adorning his arm. 

“Why?” She did her best poker face. “Are you a masochist or…?”

“I never expected her to say yes…” He smiled embarrassedly. “What are you working on?” 

Carolina had her notebook in her legs, half-closed. “I need to pitch an idea for a client Cassandra really wants.” 

He nods. “Anything I can help with?” 

“Sure,” 

Removing the box that was standing between the two, Carolina scootches closer to the intern, opening her book in the pages she had been scribbling. She briefs him on the client, their business ideas, the concept, and what she already had in mind. In between sentences, she scribbles some notes down. She always found that brainstorming with someone resulted in better ideas. Jungkook also pitches in but remains contained in his words. Sometimes, he feels like being quiet is better. Carolina’s ideas seem so out of the box, he decides he is better left off just making little suggestions, instead of dropping something completely random.

“Do we know if other agencies are after them?” He asks. If there was something Carolina liked in Jungkook was how competitive he was. The tiniest thing was able to ignite something in him. 

“We don’t know, but it’s most likely. A big fish dropping in the water like that is sure to make every head turn. It made Cassandra’s.” 

Jungkook nods. “I’ll do some research on the CEO for you.” 

“Thanks.” 

Carolina calls it a day soon after her conversation with Jungkook. When she leaves her office, he’s still at his desk, headphones in and she notices from the corner of her eye the image of the CEO of the company they had been discussing on the screen. A smile appears on her lips due to the hard work he’s putting in.

The thought of telling him to go home rushes through her mind, you did well today. But it seems too personal. And Carolina isn’t, in fact, that close with Jungkook. So, instead, she simply leaves, her uber already waiting for her. 

Before dozing off in the back seat of the car, she takes her phone out, exchanging a couple of quick texts with her best friends.

As expected, Carolina is indeed late to her dinner with the girls. Falling asleep on the couch right after her shower, she wakes up a couple of hours later, both girls calling her nonstop until the vibration of her cellphone, laying on top of her belly, is enough to wake her up. Still, she manages to keep them waiting for less than 30 minutes, calling her car before getting dressed and both things ended up aligning perfectly. 

They order more drinks than food. A meal for the three of them would usually take 2 hours — if not more — to get finished, mostly because they would get lost in the conversation. 

“He might’ve as well hit the self-destruction button.” Hyori lets out a dry laugh. 

“Wait, didn’t he just print out the wrong reports?” Carolina asked, serving the girls who already had their cups empty.

“Yes. And I corrected him, but someone swooped the wrong ones from his desk without asking and delivered them to my supervisor.” Hyori massaged her temples. “So, I got scolded, as if I was a 5-year-old because the mistake of another person was my own nonetheless.” 

“That’s why I will never accept an intern.” Deo scoffed, a spoon full of rice finding its way into her mouth. 

“That’s ‘cause you’re a control freak.” Carolina laughed and Hyori nodded, a pensive look on her face as she eyed her friend. 

“Speaking of intern… what happened with yours, then?” Hyori turned to the oldest. 

“Nothing as severe as you drama queens were trying to make it seem.” Rolling her eyes, the art director takes a sip from her glass. “He went on his first photo shoot today.” 

“Woa— look at her, looking all proud!” Deo teased. 

“He’s good.” Carolina shrugged. 

“But…?” Hyori sang. She always expected a but. Not that she was the pessimist of the group, instead of the real one.

“He’s just… inexperienced. I wish he would speak his mind, you know? Share his ideas…” Carolina struggled to find the right word. “But in time he’ll get there. I’m sure.” 

“Oh, yes. I’m sure he’ll come out as a more experienced guy once the internship is over.” Hyori teased, Deo laughing right by her side.

“Hey, I don’t know what kind of games you play with your intern but don’t think I’m a perv like you.” Carolina attacked, chuckling once noticing the offended look on her friend’s look. 

The black-haired girl gulps her drink down in one go. “I guess that’s my cue. Before I confess my sins.” 

Hyori is already influenced by the happy liquid she has been ingesting. Leaving the bathroom, she walks by the counter, ordering another bottle for her table as her eyes fall upon a guy. A guy she could swear she knew. Staring with no shame, she even tilts her head to the side. Eventually, the staring becomes too much and as the guy turns to leave with his takeout bags, they become face to face. 

“Can I help you…?” The man asked. His eyes are widened, as big as a dear blinded by lights. 

“You’re Jungkook, right?” Hyori beamed, finally connecting the face to the name. 

“Yeah… have we met? I’m so sor—”  Jungkook’s tone goes from confused to embarrassed. He was never that good with faces. 

“I’m a friend of Carolina— Hyori! Why don’t you sit with us?” Hyori asked but she was more demanding than inviting. 

“Oh— no— I actually—” And Jungkook didn’t have a say, following the girl to the table where Carolina and Deo were sitting, every protest that escaped his lips being ignored by the friend of his superior.

“Look who I found!” Hyori squeals once she reaches the table, occupying her previous place next to Deo. 

“Jungkook!” Carolina says surprised. 

“Hey Cee,” He gives Deo a little wave, lips pressed together as he is uncomfortable with the social situation he had found himself in. 

“Do you wanna join us?” The smallest of the girls asks, noticing that her friend was just staring at the boy standing in front of her. 

“Oh, I don’t want to intrude.” He says politely, eyes shifting quickly between the girls. 

“You don’t! Right, Cee?” Hyori tries to quick the oldest beneath the table, ending up pushing the chair in front of her a little bit behind. 

“Of course. Unless… you have plans.” She notices the white bags in his hands. 

“Not really.” Jungkook scratches the back of his neck. 

“Sit then!” Deo gives him a warm smile and he ends up surrendering. 

Both girls are quick to integrate Jungkook into the group. And, of course, they even share some old stories of Carolina. Conversation flowing, bottle after bottle comes to the table, until Deo is already snoozing, head laying on top of the table as Hyori is lost in thought. Jungkook and Carolina keep a light conversation when the servant announces that they will be closing shortly. 

“Text me once you get home!” Carolina screams, seeing her two friends already dozing off in the back seat of the car she had called them. 

“They are fun.” Jungkook comments, a sheepish smile on his lips. 

“You’ve seen nothing.” Carolina laughs. She passes back, clearing away from the street. “Did you call a car for you already?” 

“I drove actually. Do you need a ride?” 

“Oh, no need. I’m calling a car for me now.” 

“I promise I didn’t drink that much.” He assures her. “And I won’t charge you the trip.” 

He jokes, making her laugh. “Sure, but I choose the music.” 

“Deal.” 

Red Orange County is blasting in Jungkook’s car. He keeps a hand on the steering wheel while the other lies on the gearstick. Looking to his right, Carolina is singing along softly, arms leaning out the window as she rests her head on top of them, the wind being a refreshment on her heated cheeks. 

“Next left and then is the green building, you can’t miss it.” She says, lowering the volume a bit. 

“Got it.” 

She stares at him for a while, admiring his features. “How come you got a car?” Carolina asks, head tilting slightly to the side. “Are you one of those rich people that work for fun?” 

“I wish,” He chuckles. “My grandma gave it to me once pops passed.” 

“Oh,” Is the only thing she manages to murmur. 

“It’s alright.” He gives her a weak smile and the tone of his voice makes her come at a loss for words.

“Why don’t you speak out?” Carolina asks, turning on her seat as soon as Jungkook pulls over. 

“Huh?” Jungkook tilts his head, body turning slightly so he was now facing her as well. “What do you mean?” 

“At the agency. I’ve seen what you can do. You have potential.” She leans her head on the headrest of her seat. “You never participate, never share your ideas…” 

Jungkook shrugs, eyes falling on his fidgety fingers. “I’m just an intern.” 

“That’s bullshit.” Her words come slurry, the liquor in her system affecting her speech. 

“I don’t people would take me seriously— If I spoke out.” He now speaks more seriously. “I see how they are sometimes with you. Imagine how they would react with me.” 

She shakes her head. “Your fear is valid but I won’t validate it. They turn me down but I still managed to be heard. I spoke out. And getting rejected is the exception, not the rule.” 

“Start your own agency and I’ll start speaking.” Jungkook chuckles. 

“Y’know what? I just might.” She shrugs, the idea not sounding too insane. “What about your insta? You haven’t updated it in too long.” 

“How–” Jungkook looks her in the eye, confused, before getting hit by a flashback of the last time they had drinks together and his love confession about photography. The confused expression quickly changes into a smile. “You haven’t updated yours either.” 

“Well, but I’m busy. You’re just an intern.” She turns his own words against him. “Don’t you have any good pictures? Post one now!” The excited smile on her lips is mimicked by the guy next to her as he takes his phone from his jeans pocket. 

Somehow, both scootch closer, arms brushing on the armrest as Jungkook opens his gallery, images flying by with the simple swipe of his finger. Carolina would comment, from time to time, asking him to go slower or to return to a previous picture he had swiped on too quickly. Jungkook would look at her every time she commented. He wasn’t just trying to memorize every tip or compliment she would pay. Instead, he was looking at her features — the way the corner of her slightly parted lips were turned up, her eyes glowing with the light that emanated from the screen, showing how much of a soft brown they were, hidden behind a dark shield during the day by the rush of their lives. 

“Woa— go back.” She comes to a halt as if suddenly getting hit by ice-cold water. Jungkook bites his lower lip. He had hoped she hadn’t noticed. “That’s me.” 

“Yeah,” His voice shakes as he feels nervous about how she might react. 

“When was that?” She’s now staring straight into his eyes. 

“My first day.” He chuckles, eyes looking ahead as the memory comes back to him. “You announced my arrival to the team and referred me as if I was Spider-Man joining the Avengers. And then you said you wanted to leave the office earlier to go to the movies.” 

“Well, first of all, I think I had just watched Avengers the night before. And second, there should be some sort of work license that allowed you to leave to catch a good movie session.” She shrugged, a serious look on her face that made Jungkook chuckle. 

“I agree.” 

“But why did you take that?” She nudged his arm, now resting her chin on her hand. 

“I don’t know… I felt like I was supposed to eternalize that moment.” 

“With me in it,” Carolina spoke coyly. 

“Yes.” Jungkook almost whispers. “Lean back.” 

“What?” Carolina is caught off guard, straightening herself in the passenger's seat.

“Lean back.” He repeated. “I want to take a picture of you.” 

“Oh, I don’—” She tried to reason, but it was in vain.

“C’mon,” 

The first picture comes out with Carolina giving him the finger, followed by another with her tongue out and a couple of others of her laughing, embarrassed. But you could hardly tell. Only by the way her cheeks were a soft shade of pink. It could easily be pinned on the drinks she had. As Jungkook keeps snapping, the pictures come out looking more like an old painting, the night making the quality of the pictures low but perfect in the photographer’s eyes. 

“Perfect,” Jungkook sings. “Moment successfully eternalized.” 

“Let me see. You’re deleting the ones I don’t like.” She gives him a threatening look and he opens his mouth to speak, before getting interrupted. “Or you’re getting fired.” 

He pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, head flicking as he chuckles. “Alright.” 

Yet again, they began to swipe through the pictures Jungkook took. The first few make Carolina laugh, the sound making the guy next to her open up a smile as well. Until they reach where Carolina wasn't so flattered and she laughs it off. 

"Now here's one you're going to delete." 

"No way!" Jungkook laughs, moving the phone away from the girl and out of her reach. 

"I will fire you." She threatens in a light tone. 

"You wouldn't dare." He smirks. 

"Don't test me, Jeon." 

"Are we back to formalities, Sousa?" Jungkook teases and the girl scoffs. 

Almost kneeling on the passenger's seat, Carolina launches forward, catching Jungkook off guard as she goes for the phone. She ends up falling on his lap, the only thing between their bodies is the armrest that was still pushed forward. 

Jungkook helps her up, hand still on her arm, keeping her close to him. "Who will answer your emails if I'm gone?" 

"Oh, shut up." 

Closing the space that was left between them, Carolina presses her lips against his. At first, he's shocked, not expecting her reaction but he is quick to kiss back, deepening the kiss as his hand travels from her arm to the back of her neck, pulling her to him so now she is sitting perfectly on his lap. 

The loud bang of Carolina’s building’s front door makes the make-out session come to an end and the girl swiftly returns to her previous seat. “I’ll, hum, see you tomorrow.” 

“Yeah— have a good night!” Jungkook lets out, watching the girl walk to the door until she’s out of his sight. “Fuck…” 

[ chapter 2 ]

☁ want to be tagged in the next part? comment below or send me an ask!

[nostxlgia18]

heyy heyyy!! i know your social media had its last chapter yesterday buuuttt can you please take in 1 request :)

can you do sonething about Chris proposing Tia in a unique way, maybe Tia (reader) can be a big F.R.I.E.N.D.S fan!!!

i love your blog plz take in my request!!!

thank you <3

PS: i just got to know that this time i can't have a party for my bday, this might cheer me up :(

Hiii, happy birthday to you in advance 💞 . I'm sorry to hear that u won't have a party but I changed your request a bit. How would u feel the celebrities wishing you huh!!!

I love this idea, its going to be a 2 parter let me know what you guys think ✌🏻

Warning: A very long chapter & please imagine yourself in the place of our favorite Lizzie in the pictures, bear me plz ❣

~ birthday proposal pt.1 ~

Taglist: @beck07990 @calimoi @violacavs520 @girl-toxxic @everytimeyousaygoodbye @julialuv1d @teenagecloudflapscissors-blog @thereisa8ella @mandybug39 @justreadingthatsit @fanficworld @mrspeacem1nusone

'Its my birthday tomorrow, I can't believe I'll be 27 jeez.' You thought

Your phone rang next to you, it's Aiden

"Heyy" you answered

"Hello Sister, so it's your last day being a 26 year old!" Aiden teased me

"Ughh yeah, Don't remind me please" you huffed

"Okay so, mom wants to spend the day with you and she has invited the both of us to her new Malibu beach house...woohoo" Aiden cheered

"Great! I mean I didn't have any other plans so this works" you replied

"Wonderful, I'll tell mom then. Pack up now we leave in 2 hrs"

"Okayy byee brother" Before i could cut the call

"Byee old sister"

"Aiden!!!" You heard Aiden chuckle

You were about to keep the phone aside when a notification popped up

The thought of your boyfriend not being there on your birthday saddened you but again its his work

You quickly packed your stuff and got ready to leave for the Road Trip

You heard your doorbell ring, you ran to open it knowing it's Aiden

"Hey, you ready!" Aiden asked

"Yup, let me go get my bags and we can leave" you replied going back to your bedroom to get the bags

.

.

.

"Wow, it's so beautiful" you exclaimed admiring your moms house

"You like it!" You heard your mom say

"Ofcourse it's wonderful" you hugged her tight

"Okay so here's the plan for tomorrow, we will have your favorite breakfast made in the morning, then watch some of your favorite movies in the afternoon and then for dinner we go to a very fancy restaurant, whats say?" Your mother exclaimed excitedly

"Wow, so it's all planned" you giggled

"YUP." Aiden and your mom replied

"Now let's get you guys settled in come on, let me show your rooms"

"We have our own rooms here!?" Aiden asked

"Obviously, your my kids dumbo" your mom smacked Aiden's head

"Aww ma I love you" Aiden hugged mom, acting emotional which had you laughing uncontrollably

.

.

.

It's 11.58 pm

"Mom's asleep" Aiden said entering your room

"Good" you replied yawning

"Happy birthday sugarcup!" Aiden wished you hugging you tightly which made you both fall back on the bed

"Oh God, Thank you" you replied giggling

"Jeez, Aiden I can't take your weight get up"

"Okay I'm gonna go get your gift now" he kissed your cheek

As soon as Aiden left the room, your phone started ringing

A video call from Chris

"Heyy!" You answered the call

"Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Tia, happy birthday to you" Chris sang

"Haha thank you" you were grinning

"Is this your new room?" He asked looking around

"Oh yeah, mom built one for me and Aiden here" you turned the camera around to show him

"Damn, I'm going to try best to get out of here quick I promise" Chris pouted

"I know Chris I'm not mad!"

"I'm so lucky to have you babe, your so understanding. I thought I'll have a hard time to convince you" He sighed

"Oh really, how long have you known me huh" you arched your eyebrow

"I love you, I miss you so much" Chris confessed

"Don't make me barf now guys come on" Aiden stated entering with a red box

"Here!" He handed the box to you

You curiously opened it and gasped

"It's so beautiful" you were mesmerized

"Thank you so much Aiden" you hugged him

"Look at this babe" you showed the box to Chris

"Wow it will look so beautiful on you" Chris exclaimed

"I'm gonna wear this tomorrow for sure" you told Aiden

"Okay, I'm sorry but I gotta go. I have to wake up early tomorrow!" Chris sighed

"But we haven't even spoken properly yet" you were very confused at his statement

Chris didn't even reply to you he just sighed heavily

"Okay byee" you replied sadly

"Don't be sad babe, you know I can't stand that" Chris's eyes gleamed

"Yeah yeah I'm not, go now or you will be late for tomorrow" your replied with a sad smile

With that he cut off the call

"You okay?" Aiden inquired

"Yeah yeah, um can you sleep here today?" You asked him

"Are you sure?" Aiden asked

"Yeah I don't wanna be alone" you eyes welled up

"Hey I will okay, every things gonna be okay" Aiden comforted you

.

The next day went really really well, you got phone calls and messages from all you friends and colleagues.

You replied to all the people who wished you on instagram

Everybody called you expect Chris, which was very weird but you figured he must be busy and scratched any weird thoughts from your mind

Part 2

Masterlist

Taglist

Reblogs are appreciated 😊

[leqclerc]

I was watching that DTS bit when Silvia says Seb and Charles can kiss and... Did you notice how Seb arches his eyebrows and looks at Charles with mild annoyance and then Charles inhales and exhales and widen his eyes and smiles and leans on his chair and LOOKS SO SELF CONSCIOUS and then Seb just curl the corner of his lips in a small smile? That scene speaks so much, their reactions are so raw, they were caught completely off guard (mostly Charles). That's poetic cinema.

You just made me re-watch that scene now, thank you anon, more brain rot for me ✌🏻 They both look annoyed at first tbh when Silvia opens with the “oh they’ve been writing shit about you in the press...again” thing. They both tense up. Charles is staring intensely at Seb; Seb’s pointedly looking down. And then - kudos to this woman, seriously - Silvia breaks the tension by suggesting they kiss. And they lighten up. People around them laugh at the suggestion. They themselves laugh. Charles is suspiciously quick to say he “won’t go that far” - glancing up at Seb for a moment, possibly to gauge his reaction - but his gaze says otherwise. Then he looks at Seb again when Seb says “we’ll start by holding hands.” And he looks so shy or I guess flustered? And then it cuts to Seb who seems to hold his gaze for a while before glancing back down again. But he’s smiling, and he keeps smiling until it cuts to the next scene, like the tension has dissipated - or, at least, the negative kind of tension has dissipated. 👀

Again, I think a lot depends on how they put this scene together. Like if this is in chronological order and it played out exactly the way it was shot, or if they chopped and changed things and edited it this way for extra spice and drama. Which is admittedly plausible (I think Max said they took different shots of him and spliced them together to create a certain narrative and that in reality things actually played out a bit differently. Don’t quote me on that, but I feel like some drivers have expressed the view that some things are hyped up for drama.) The thing is Sebchal is so incomprehensible that it could feasibly be either. Like that could’ve just happened like that and I wouldn’t at all be surprised. Becuase unhinged.

Regardless. Cheeky Emmy nom for Drive to Survive when? 👉🏻👈🏻 My favourite psychosexual melodrama <3 asdjfg

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

About Adrien/Chat Noir in Frozer

I’m stating right off the bat now that I did not condone his behavior in this episode. He acted very unfairly towards LB when he already knew she liked someone else. It feels as though what happened in Glaciator did not matter which kind of upset me. I really love Adrien as a character, but his coldness (pardon the pun 😅) towards LB was unjustified

That being said however, I know why he acted the way he did. He comes from a lifestyle where he’s used to being told “no” and having to follow that instruction regardless of what he really wanted. Being Chat Noir frees him from his normal life somewhat. And when he was told “no” by LB, during the part of his day when he doesn’t have to listen, it upset him. He’s tired of “no”

I do not support the way he talked to Ladybug in “Frozer” but it’s understandable, he was definitely in the wrong though. Luckily he changed his tune pretty quick. I really do feel bad for him, he’s missing out on a love in his home life that he wants to find in his partner. But again, it doesn’t make what he did or said right. Hopefully he’ll learn from his mistakes so he won’t have the same slip up a third time

Adrien’s only 15, he’s got a lot of learning to do; I do appreciate that they writers gave him flaws, he’s not as perfect as everyone in the show or the fandom may think...here’s to hoping everything turns out for the better ✌🏻