#i still get in the occasional heated debate but i'm not dragging it out for days and obsessing over it like i used to

[tittyinfinity]

constantly being in online arguments absolutely affects your mood and how you treat people in real life

being under that level of stress and agitation that often is extremely unhealthy. if you're constantly seeking out arguments, it most likely means you're trying to distract from stressors in your life with other stressors that are easier to control.

I'm not saying never stand up for yourself or argue with people at all, just don't make discourse the primary way you use the internet.

[xneens]

love me, hate me - part one

Warnings: swearing, angst if you squint, mild violence

Word count: 3.7k

Summary: Who knew Ransom would get so worked up about a few stolen beers?

Or: In which he's a sucker for you but those were his favorite beers.

He didn't know why he put up with your shit. If you had been anyone else, you'd be working at a dead end job that barely covered your bills instead of walking around the mansion in your brand new Lois Vuitton purse, Jimmy Choo heels that screamed for him to fuck you, and a tight dress he wanted to tear off.

You even had the balls to call him Hugh, a name he specifically reserved for the help. When he informed you, you had rolled your pretty powdered eyes, sneering at him for being an inconsiderate asshole before asking why he wasn't calling himself Hugh due to the massive help sign that was disguised as his cashmere sweater.

Ransom didn't know if he wanted to hurt you or make you his. He preferred the latter but with the way you were pushing him, he wouldn't be surprised with himself if you somehow found yourself in the backseat of his car, tied up and awaiting for him to fuck you senseless. If you had been anyone else, he would ruin your life without hesitation.

He tried to hate you, he really did and usually, it wouldn't be hard for him to hate someone. Most of the time it barely took him a glance for him to decide to loathe the person. But as he tried harder to hate you, forget you, and ignore you, the more you wiggled your way into his every thought. Even then he couldn't hate you. It made part of him want to ditch family gatherings where he knew you would show, being Meg's best friend, and another part of him was exhilarated.

You on the other hand dreaded being dragged into another Thrombey's family gathering where it all ended in arguments and racists comments. The only people you were able to stomach were Harlan, his adorable nurse, Martha, and of course, your best friend Meg. Whenever the conversation began to look like a shouting match, the two of you would sneak away to get high with the maid, Fran.

Ransom was an asshole, a hot, smoldering asshole with enough snarky remarks that would make any sane person hang themselves. You knew he wasn't a fan of yours, which was only good news for you; you hated him, too. The expression "there's a little bit of good in everyone." applied to everyone except him, not that you weren't surprised. Truth to be told, you wouldn't put it past him to kill a family member if they pissed him off enough.

With the number of jabs you made at his expense, you were shocked he hadn't ruined your life yet. Maybe you had a death wish dangling over you, or maybe you just liked pushing him but you made it your little mission to ruin his evening since yours would be the second he stepped in the room.

Meg nudged you with her elbow, leaving a sore spot on your ribs. You gave her a dirty glare, looking up from your Instagram feed. She motioned to the large mansion ahead, the car slowing. "Okay, the plan is to get drunk, but not enough for my drunk relatives to notice and once they're having one of their dumb-ass debates, we sneak off to Fran's room and smoke a few. That sound good?"

Stretching, you nodded, tucking your phone away. "Yeah, that's fine. Remind me how I ended up spending Thanksgiving break with you, again? What did I ever do to deserve such a punishment?"

"You crushed your parent's wishes on becoming a lawyer, instead became an Instagram model, and the holidays with them are too long for you to hear how their daughter could've convicted criminals instead of posting bikini pics," Meg replied, grinning at your sarcastic pout. She stopped the car right beside her mom's. "Come on, it won't be that bad."

"That's what you said last time. Do you not remember how that little reunion ended?" you asked, opening the car door and getting out. The little gravel on the cemented driveway crunched under your new heels, making you grimace.

Meg shut her door, grabbing her purse. She waited at her side of the car and you both walked up to the door. "Actually, I don't. I'm surprised you can especially with all the weed you smoked."

Rolling your eyes, your mind wandered to the man who had killed your buzz. "Your asshole of a cousin ruined my buzz just by opening his mouth. He could be so much hotter if he never utters a single word ever again."

"Please stop talking about Ransom, it's making my lunch come back up." Meg whined, her feet trudging up the steps. Your heels clicked on the wooden porch. "Which reminds me, he kept asking if you were going to be here. Be careful, he might have a little trap to humiliate you in front of my family. If that happens, just knee him in the balls, and we can go to Cabo or something."

You made a face, cringing just thinking of Ransom asking about you, let alone imagining some kind of plan to embarrass you. "Ugh, what a dick. It's time like this that I regret not going back to my crazy family for holidays."

"You'll be fine. Hopefully. Let's go see Harlan." she opened the door, taking off the lush coat draped over her shoulders before placing it on the spacious coat closet by the entrance. She held her hand out for yours and you slid it off handing it over for her to hang up.

Martha greeted you before you could take another step, the Latina smiling at both of you. "I'm so glad both of you are here. The rest came in before you and they've been bickering since."

You both gave her knowing smiles, the loud discussion so heated you could hear it from all the way across the house. Meg sighed, snaking an arm around yours and Martha, pulling you towards Fran's quarters. "Looks like Harlan will have to wait. I'm not going in there sober."

Martha shook her head, slipping her arm out from Meg's grasp. "Sorry, I don't drink and I have to serve them before they get any rowdier. Between the three of us, I'd rather not see another fist brawl this holiday."

You let out a dry chuckle, fixing the hem of your dress. What were you thinking wearing such a tight dress to a party where Richard Drysdale would mentally undress you with his beady eyes. "We'll come with you, now won't we, Meg?"

She groaned, getting pulled by you, her feet dragging on the hard floor. "We're spending Christmas at your parents' house. You can suffer the family drama because I've had it up to here with mine."

"Oh, you big baby." you teased, following Martha to the living room with Meg in tow. You'd think with all the drama she endured from her crazy mother she'd be able to handle a little more from her crazy relatives. "Wanna mess with that racist, whiney troll?"

Meg's lips lifted into a smile. "That's why you're my best friend."

Martha took a turn towards the kitchen instead of the living room, leaving you and Meg to enter the roomful of crazies alone. Some heads turned but not enough to stop the little debate happening.

Jacob sat at the uncomfortable seat in the corner of the room, watching and tapping the screen in front of him, his eyes never tearing from the device. Linda and Donna sat side by side while their husbands had a screaming match with the other. Joni stood by the fireplace, sipping her wine, and occasionally input some random Pinterest inspirational shit. Your eyes landed on the man you thought would take his sweet time arriving.

Hugh Ransom Drysdale sat at his self-proclaimed seat, eating his Biscoff butter cookies, a smirk evident on his face as he watched you walk into the room. He tried to ignore the way his heart raced, blaming it on the cookies and his seven-month dry spell.

You broke free from Meg's arm, pouring yourself a flute full of champagne, swallowing every last drop before making your way to the plush couch, sitting beside your best friend. Your perfume whiffed in the air as you passed Ransom, making him sit up in his chair. You sat close enough for him to reach over and touch you, but he didn't.

Linda gave you the warmest smile she could muster, interrupting the men's argument to greet you. "Hello, darling. Glad you could make it. At least now there's someone in the room with half a brain."

Walt sneered at his sister before giving you a half-hearted smile. "Hey, kid. Your dad still adamant you become a lawyer?"

"Yup," you answered, pulling out your phone, seeing a bunch of notifications from said person. "Why else do you think I let Meg kidnap me, Walt? No offense, but Thanksgiving at the Thrombey's doesn't classify as peaceful or relaxing."

Ransom guffawed, earning glares from his family members. He smirked at you, biting off a piece from his cookies. "Finally, someone who speaks the truth. No wonder she's his favorite."

That subject launched another debate: deciding who was Harlan's favorite. It was no doubt, Martha was but you did come at a close second. Ransom knew, and he didn't want to miss an opportunity to watch his relatives fight. He was a dick that way. He glanced at you, seeing your phone light up as you whispered a secret to Meg. You ignored the phone call, turning over the phone.

While the rest of the family argued, you left Meg's side, getting up from the uncomfortable couch, and walked out of the room. Ransom watched you, licking his lips at the sight of sashaying, hips swaying, and heels clicking. The crotch of his pants grew uncomfortably tight.

Meg watched him watch you with narrowed eyes, suspicious by her cousin's behavior. He may be 33 but he still acted like a teen, and with her best friend pushing him, there was no telling what he'd do. "If you do anything stupid or remotely offensive to her, I'll make sure to send her your head for her next birthday. Maybe she'll have it taxidermied, and hang it up."

Ransom smirked, tossing the last of his cookie in his mouth, chewing as he looked down at his cousin. "That'll only give me a view of a lifetime. My, this college you go to doesn't seem to teach manners does it? Charming as ever, Meg."

She scowled at him, getting up in the middle of the argument. She couldn't stop whatever he was planning if she didn't know what he had in mind but she wasn't going to ruin this holiday for her best friend. Meg followed you to the kitchen, seeing you take a shot glass from Martha. "Drinking already?"

"Don't judge me. Lemme wallow in the warmth and love of the alcohol that your family isn't capable of," you replied, drinking the clear liquid, grimacing as it burned your throat. Martha handed you the chaser, her timid personality making her put a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Thanks, Martha."

Meg took the bottle of vodka, pouring herself a shot before offering it to Martha who had shaken her head. "You sure?"

She nodded, placing the bottle back in its place. "Yeah, I don't need to be drunk when serving those people. It seems like it's even worse out there than before."

"Thank Ransom. That bastard decided to start another fight just by opening his mouth," you said, sipping on a glass of water. Sniffing the room, you smelt the Thanksgiving dinner Martha had to cook by herself. You knew she had to make a special meal for Ransom since he wouldn't dare put the traditional food in his mouth. Too bad, it'd shut him up. "Why is he here, anyway? Isn't he usually the last one to get here?"

"Usually, but he came with Linda and Richard. Don't worry, you're not the only confused." Martha answered. The oven timer beeped and she opened it, taking out the pumpkin pie. She held it out. "What do you guys think?"

"Looks delicious," Meg replied, looking around the room. The sun was setting and soon you would have to face Ransom again, for dinner. "Do you need any help, Martha? We could help you set up the table or something."

"No, it's fine. I have everything taken care of," she said, nearly dropping the big turkey. Meg helped her, carrying it to the counter. Martha smiled sheepishly. "I guess I could use some help. Meg, do you mind stirring the gravy? And [Y/N], would you please place some knives at the table?"

Both you and Meg nodded, helping the poor nurse. Harlan must've let Fran have the day off or else she'd be all over this. Meg grabbed a plastic ladle from the drawers while you took a handful of knives, leaving the kitchen and walking to the dining room. The long table had been filled with plates, glasses, and napkins, the only thing missing was silverwares. Harlan would have to give Martha a raise.

You had just placed the first knife down when Ransom came in the room, leaning against the arch, arms crossed as he took you in. Watching you, he realized he might have a knife kink, only when it comes to you. You raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to make some kind of remark.

When he didn't, you sighed, tossing a knife onto a clothed napkin. "Yes, you pretentious asshole?"

He chuckled, pushing himself off the wood and walking towards you. "Hello to you, too. Why exactly are you doing that? Shouldn't that Mary girl be taking care of everything?"

Oh, the urge to stab a knife in his face--it was almost too much to resist. "It's Martha and unlike you, I'm nice enough to offer help rather than be a lazy prick who no one loves. Karma's gonna bite you in the ass one day, baby."

Ransom snorts, walking up next to you, so close you could feel the heat coming off of him. "You know, my dear cousin mentioned something about some prank she thinks I'm going to pull on you. Do you know what's going on in that stoned brain of hers?"

"Ransom?" you asked, making your way around the large table, placing knives where they belonged. Gritting your teeth into a smile, you turned to him. "I mean this in the best way possible: fuck off."

He would never dare admit it, to himself even, but that hurt him a little. Not enough to break his smug exterior. "Aw, I like you, too, sweetheart. Hurts when you don't admit you do, too. Want some help on the other silverware?"

Your jaw dropped, the knife slipping through your fingers and Ransom caught it quickly. He placed the knife on the empty, designated napkin. "You're fucking with me."

"No, but I sure would like to fuck you." he grinned, the hidden objective twinkling in his eyes. You rolled your eyes, returning back to the kitchen with Ransom following. "Can't a guy help out around here?"

Ransom grabbed your hand before you could push the kitchen door open. He gently led you to the dark, almost hidden hallway beside the dining room. You snatched your hand back, your elbow grazing the wall behind you. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Spending time with my favorite person," Ransom answered, the smirk gone as he backed you to the wall behind you, leaving you no room to escape. Not that you wanted to. His eyes dropped to your lips, only to darken when yours flashed to his. "Why're you so special? Why do you keep invading my thoughts, my dreams, huh? What're you doing to me?"

That made you smile, amused he couldn't stop thinking about your body. You drag your manicured finger down his blue sweater, earning a shaky breath from him. "Glad to know you have wet dreams about me, Hugh. Hmm, what do you get off to, anyway? Degradation? BDSM? Or are you vanilla in bed? With the way you act, it makes me wonder if you even have a dick."

He growled, slamming you into the wall so hard your head made a loud thud. You'd be lying if you said it didn't turn you on a bit. You did like it rough. "Your a guest here, act with respect, [Y/N]. Close that mouth before you say something you'll regret."

"Wouldn't you like it if I used my mouth for something useful?" you breathed, hands resting on his shoulders, pulling him closer to you. His eyes drifted to your lips, tongue darting out to moisten his own. "Yeah, you would."

"What that mouth do, sweetheart?"

You heard the oven timer ding and you smiled, moving your lips to his ear. "Eat."

—

His thigh brushed against yours, a hand "accidentally" landing on your bare thigh, his fingers wrapping around the leg. You flashed him a hard smile before moving your thigh away, almost kicking his wife across the table. You scooted closer to Ransom, hoping to avoid his father's uncomfortable advances. If it wasn't for Linda, you would've stabbed the knife you were holding in his hand.

Apparently, you scooted a bit too close to Ransom for him to raise an eyebrow at you, the hint of a soft grin appearing. You glared at him. "Don't."

Ransom chuckled softly, moving closer, close enough for your shoulders to touch. "Now who likes my company?"

"I do like your company... said no one ever." you snapped, keeping enough distance from Richard's wandering hands. If you could, you would've rip his fingers off, but the Thrombey's were too powerful. Ransom threw you a glance, looking between you and the gap between your chairs. You grit your teeth. "What?"

"I didn't say anything."

You pushed away from the table, frustrated with everything about your situation. Tossing your napkin on your plate, you stood up, catching everyone's eye. "Excuse me."

Meg was in the middle of eating her share of the turkey, looking up with a piece of the skin hanging from her mouth. If you hadn't felt so uncomfortable, you would've laughed. She sat up, tilting her head in question as she covered her mouth. You shook you head, assuring her you'd be fine.

Ransom's eyes followed you as you walked by Harlan, giving him a gentle peck on the cheek and a hug before walking out of the dining room. He didn't think he'd ever be jealous of his grandfather. He waited a few seconds before following you, Meg's narrowed eyes watching him as he walked with purpose—he just didn't know what that was yet.

He heard your door slam before he could take a step up the stairs, leaving him confused on what to do. Ransom knew you would reject his company, not that he would blame you. Yet, he felt a little pang in his chest that he ignored, blaming it on the salty turkey. He'd have to go to the doctor soon, check out what was going on with his heart. It might be something serious like palpitations.

Sighing, he went to the kitchen, grabbing a beer and dragged his feet back to his room, trying to forget about the effect you had on him.

It didn't work.

—

Crawling out of bed, you tiptoed down the hall, careful not make a sound as you made your way downstairs. The stairs were loud and you cringed, hoping everyone was deep asleep. Meg had passed out after smoking Fran's stash, plopping down on her bed in your shared bedroom. She reeked of weed and that hadn't help you sleep at all.

You snuck into the kitchen, the soft counter lights bright in the dark room. Walking over to the fridge, you pulled it open, seeing Ransom's alleged "best" beer right at the front. Rolling your eyes, you grab one, popping the cap off. You took a sip, agreeing with the asshole; it was great beer.

Unfortunately, he chose that right moment to have a midnight snack. The kitchen door opened and Ransom was greeted by the sight of you drinking his beer in your tight tank top and booty shorts. It was enough for him to lose it.

Angrily, he walked up to you, snatching the beer from your hand, some of it dripping on the floor. He held it up in front of you with a sneer on his face. "What the hell do you think you're doing with my beer?"

You flinched when he threw it across the room, the shards sprinkling out on the floor. If his yelling hadn't woken up anyone, that certainly would've. Rolling your eyes, you sighed, crossing your arms. "Don't you mean Harlan's beer? It's not like you bought that beer from your own pocket since you don't do shit."

"Oh, I don't do shit? Unlike you I don't depend on horny men and lesbians for likes in order to keep a roof over my head." he spits, pushing you back against the counter.

"No, you just take money from mommy and daddy." you fired back, amused by his anger. You decided then you had a death wish. Or maybe it was just hot seeing Ransom so riled up. Either way, you weren't complaining.

Ransom growled, hands gripping your waist so tightly you were sure it would leave bruises. "Shut up."

Smirking, you lean towards him, lips hovering his. "Make me."

Before he could kiss you, you shoved him away, took another beer from the fridge and walked away without giving him a second look. Ransom stared after you, gripping the kitchen counter.

This wasn't over.

part two

[oh-for-fic-sake]

I Didn't Know This Was A Date

You end up on a date unknowingly.

Masterlist

Warnings:Adult situations +18 ,Smut ,Masturbation ,Swearing

A/n: So I'm basing Clark's confidence issues on my own, I'm either overconfident and cocky or have absolutely none whatsoever and can got from one to the other in seconds. I have nothing against Lois as a character but I do think she is spoiled and a little selfish I don't want to make her mean and turn her into the typical rival, but at the same time I could see her getting a little too wrapped up in the whole hero thing and I am 99.9% sure that if they broke up she would find it hard accepting him moving on.

Taglist: @two-unbeatable-beaters​

I Didn't Know This Was A Date

You quickly cut across the field to your little blue farm house, heart racing as you replayed his words over and over. Squealing girlishly. Wow he was hot, soo hot and sweet he seemed shy but he definitely knew he was attractive. Shit this was so crazy but you trusted him. Martha had told you lots about her Clark, that he was shy and been raised a true gentleman, he was kind and it sometimes caused him problems smart, gentle and loving a true catch by the sound of it.

He had seemed all these things and more, you scaled the steps to your house running straight to the master bedroom pulling out a pink medium sized suitcase before gathering clothes you'd need, then your essentials pajamas underwear, make up bag and a hair kit. Finally you came to the dress you would wear on the night you smiled you would look stunning if you did say so yourself. After deliberating packing then repacking you looked up at the clock nine pm sighing you decided it was time for a shower then bed. Making your way to the bath room you were flooded with thoughts anticipating what was to come.

You debated on weather to epilate, honestly you couldn't be bothered but decided it would be best to just in case anything did happen between you a the blue eyed hottie. You quickly washed your hair epilating your legs then shaved tidying up the apex of your thighs a little not that it needed much doing to it, it was your legs you never bothered with. You couldn't help but moan as you used the shower head to rinse yourself,rocking forward as the spray hit your sensitive clit biting your lip as you imagined him there with you, a burning hand pushing you back against the cool tiles pinning you with one hand on your ribs fingers splayed almost covering your whole rib cage, you size kink was well and truly activated by the hulk of a man you hummed imagining how he would use his size and strength to hold you still ,use it to man handle you, manipulate you into any position, to fuck you anyway he saw fit weather you liked it or not.

You thought about how he navigate the shower head between your open legs forcing the spray on your heated core, angling it to graze you swollen clit. FUCK. You grunted head falling back to the wall widening your feet letting the warm water hit your bundle of nerves mouth open panting as you lost yourself in the fantasy, he'd tease you moving the water in small circles the back and forth letting it caress you from your ass all the way up to your tender clit leaning over you, crowding you with his huge form.

You shivered you wouldn't be able to escape, not even if you wanted to, his piercing blue eyes would be all you saw as you managed to open your eyes mewling softly , he'd have to audacity to still look a little shy as he toyed with you. Finally he'd let his hand slip down your body dragging the pads of his heated fingers in slow patterns, your hand followed as you held your eyes close imagining he was there instead, he would ghost them along your seam slow, prying your lips apart, but once he opened you up he wouldn't waste time spearing you with one then two digits stretching you, tormenting your walls as his thick fingers easing their way inside you crooking them forward scissoring them trying to prepare you for his cock, he would move slow at first then fast forcing you into a sudden climax.

"AH OH FUCK YES C-Clark shit hah!~" you cried out his name as you came across your own hand bucking and twisting as you held the water firm on your erect clit the whole time panting hard as you came down finally pulling the water away for a few moments the cursing as you returned it to wash away your mess that still clung to you.

Clark laid in bed his jaw clenched growling trying to keep quiet not wanting to disturb his mom, erect cock in hand furiously pumping it, he'd been at this now for nearly half an hour, the same as you. In this moment he didn't know if his super hearing was a gift or curse. He could hear you, crying out for him as you fucked yourself in your bed across the field, he could even hear the fucking vibrator be turned up a notch as you cried out high and desperately for him once again panting and groaning.

Fuck that was good but something tells you that once you get to bed you’d be forcing another few climax's out of yourself over him tonight.

He grunted as he closed his eyes concentrating on the soft whimpers he had half a mind to go over there and fuck you properly, pin you down and force feed you his cock....not that there would be any forcing from the sounds of it you'd be happy to oblige. That toy wouldn't compare to anything he could Would do to you, fuck you'd be so tight for him, even with how wet you'd be he'd have to be careful not to hurt you, that's not to say he would be gentle. No. He would be delicate enough not to break bones or tear you but that was about it.

He grunted tightening his fist until, it was slightly painful, just the way he liked it. He always put his pain kink down to the fact he couldn't ever really get hurt, he was indestructible, the man of steel, but when he first discovered this as a teen he thought he was weird for enjoying it so much, strange that he would get off faster if his sensitive erect cock was pinched and pulled at or squeezed painfully tight.

It then developed into a size kink, wanting to find the smallest woman he could that would give him that delicious pain and pleasure mix that he craved. He grunted biting his other hand as he panted harshly hearing you begin to come undone again moaning out for him, thinking about him.

He groaned throwing his head back hearing you finally come down from your high panting laughing a little hoarse from your screams, you'd be more than hoarse when he finally finished with you, you'd loose your voice completely after he hung your face off the side of the bed and plowed your throat he gave one final harsh pinch with the side of his thumb and pointer finger imagining breaching your cervix and came the hardest he thinks he ever has jerking his hips seeing stars for a second, he was so lost in his orgasm he thought he was going to fall out of bed.

He wondered what you was imagining, if it was the same as him, he could see it now him standing up right with you folded in half before him, hooking your bent leg over his arms as he pulled them up to your sides knees nearly at your armpits as he pulled them back, facing away from him as his hands threaded together cupping behind your neck holding your entire weight on his forearm as he pulled and pushed Into you pounding away

You'd cry and moan for him, begging him to slow down as it was to much, he wouldn't tho he'd just tell you to enjoy the ride and fuck you until you felt him for days, stuffing your tight little cunt full until you'd struggle trying to get away from him, it'd be impossible tho, you wont get away until he decided to let you which was unlikely, not until he floods your tiny pussy, even then he knew it wont be just the once, no it normally took four or five rounds to empty his balls and you'd be getting the full dose each time, weather it was down your throat, in your cunt or across your tits if he played his cards right he hoped he could spend himself in that prefect peach of an ass either way you was getting all of it.

"Oh-fuck yes yes fuck baby so tiny and tight for me fuckfuck fuck that's it ugh!"He came in thick powerful ropes, thankfully he had angled himself up towards his chest when he finished not getting any on the sheets cumming across his stomach and chest instead, he was a little shocked as a few drops had made it to his collar bone.

He was frustrated and hurt when he came here today, wanting his moms advice on how to get over Lois and now he was happy and for the first time in a long time hopeful, he could definitely see himself with you but didn't want to rush, he was finding peace with the fact that he had been falling out of love with Lois for a long time, all she seemed to go on about now was the next article she could write about Superman even going so far as to 'accidentally' fall out of a moving car into oncoming speeding traffic so she could,write about how she was saved. That particular one had made him very angry.

He panted resting an arm across his closed eyes catching his breath as his cock finally seemed sated for now, he listened he could hear the relaxed heartbeat of his mother he hadn't woke her which was good, he was embarrassed being caught as a teen and he would hate it even more now. He turned his head a little listening out for you he was greeted with you moaning drowsily about drenched sheets then a few moments later light snores you was out like a light.

He chuckled you'd fucked yourself into a coma just for him. He smiled moving his arm from his eyes a relief flowed through him. His mom was right you did like him, he might just be good enough for you after all, he was going to try and win your heart over the next week, determined to make Saturdays party you first time together he exhaled content tucking himself back into his boxers then made for the bathroom to clean himself up flushing the toilet roll away when he finished making his way back to bed hands behind his head.

Bottom line she wanted him to be superman day and night,she even started calling him Kal when not in the office. Then there was the sex now he wasn't against role play in the bedroom, quite the opposite but it would be nice to hear his name every once in a while, his human name the one he has grown up with and as for using his powers he didn't mind occasionally but they aren't toys or party tricks, it got exhausting, he sees being superman as a job in itself, but it was a job Lois never gave him time off of, he drew the line when he found it hard to relax and just be himself that was when he new he had to call it off.

He nearly lost who he was to a symbol of hope, he knew if that happened he would have grown to hate superman and everything it stood for which could only end in disaster. The whole situation had been weighing him down for the best part of a year as he tried to deny it, putting the break up off willing her to change and when she didn't he finally called it quits and has felt guilty ever since, until today that is.

After meeting you today and getting them nervous flutters in his stomach again he felt nothing but relief over it, he knew it was the right thing to do, this is what it should feel like, light and happy, care free and warm. For the first time in what felt like years he fell asleep with a smile across his face.

All day there had been casually flirting on both parts which gave him hope that you was interested in more then just a quick fuck still tho it was torture watching other men giving you looks and not being able to do anything ,you laughed a little nervous as he leaned in over the table as you waited for your food.

The next evening you found yourself in a quaint little diner near Clark’s apartment for dinner after spending the day exploring the city. Clark couldn't take his eyes off you, you were stunning dressed in a floral print button up shirt that you had tied in the front showing a small patch of skin of your tummy and high waist light blue jeans showing off your curves , he groaned inwardly the jeans were like a second skin cupping your ass perfectly your hair was down and you had spent most of the day tucking it behind your ears, a nervous habit he assumed.

"So Ma said you moved here four months ago bit of a jump what ,made you decide to come all this way?"

"Well my parents were separated , my mum was well-to put it bluntly she was like Lois, she wanted my dad to be something he's not and she destroyed him constantly chasing her version of perfection without any care to how unhappy she was making him in the end it drove him into a deep depression. One day he had a wake up call and threw her out he tried divorcing her but she wouldn't sigh the papers she kept trying to make his life worse didn't want him to move on she used me as an excuse to keep hanging around...Dad was well off I think that's the reason she wouldn't leave. When he passed away mum was left hardly anything even our housekeeper got more then she did, he really fucked her over for the hell she put him through. After the will was settled she kept harassing me for money and the house each week another sob story and another amount. One time I felt sorry for her and let her in she got me drunk and tried to make me give her the deeds for safe keeping that was the last straw after that I started searching online and after about a week I found the farm house It needed a lot of work doing to it but I liked that... I fell in love with it and put in an offer straight away. Three weeks later I was on the plane" he blinked it was a little sad you ran to the other side of the globe to avoid your mother.

"Wow did you ever tell her?" You shook your head

"No she came over when the the day before I left I let her in and she lost her shit screaming about where all the stuff was and I told her it had been packed she asked why and I told her that I was moving  she thought i was just moving across the county she flipped when i told her I was coming to America and never coming back, she asked where but I wouldn't tell her it ended in an argument she called me a thief and said some shit then left she was just angry that I like my dad had figured her out." He looked shocked how could a mother do such a thing, but then again money is the root of most evil.

"That must have been hard"

"No not really she hadn't been in my life since I was seven when my dad threw her out and I knew what she had done to him fuck I was the one who found him when he tried-I mean it wasn't a big loss" he picked up on the correction but decided not to push it.

"So you came over here to get away?"  You nodded sipping your pepsi

"Yeah in a way I should thank her its the best thing I've ever done, its strange and I still get a little confused at times as you saw with the whole,chip incident earlier but I  really like it over here, smallville is wonderful and much more laid back" he smiled biting his lip as your face lit up.

"Well I for one am glad you made the move" he winked at you you giggle blushing. Busying yourself fiddling with the straw in your drink.

"So my mom? When did you meet her?" You looked up quickly.

"Oh she came over the day I moved in, I was lucky she did i was freaking out it had just sunk in that I was over here completely on my own and didn't have a clue what I was supposed to do, I had nothing to eat the trucks were held up and I couldn't figure out how to turn on the electricity I just sort of sat on the porch with my carry on luggage and broke down she came over with a peach crumble and a bottle of wine and we spent the morning on the porch eating it from the tray and she showed me the fuse box in the basement which I didn't even know the house had to turn on the electricity then went back home coming over with more wine my stuff showed up at lunch time by that time we were both a little tipsy and we have been friends ever since, she helped me sell the fields on the property to the local farmers in return I gave her the small paddock on your side of the road that came with the house. Every time I get confused, need help or if I'm bored I'll pop over to bug her" he laughed not exactly sure what to expect but honestly he didn't know what he was expecting but you getting drunk and eating crumble together wasn't a scenario he could ever have imagined.

"Yes just nice to see a girl with a healthy appetite ,don't get that much around here" you giggled a little

You were interrupted when your food arrived. He watched as you closed your eyes moaning a little at your fully loaded burger grunting at the sound a little, fuck did you have to make them noises he though as he twitched a little, you stopped looking at him staring at you

"What? Is everything okay?" He snapped out of it

"Well I've never heard him referred to like that before!"

"Yes well the bigger I get the bigger the boobs" he blushed unconsciously glance at your chest you snickered catching him as he started to eat, he enjoyed your company as you spent the time flirting and getting to know each other, you were easy to talk to and laid back, full of funny stories about your home and the differences you'd noticed being here.

He was enamored with you the whole time. He told you about his work and the different articles he had written then just out of curiosity he brought up the topic of Superman wanting to hear your views

"Superman? He's the flying one the lycra and bed sheet right?" He bellowed a laugh slapping his thigh a little.

"I'm not wrong tho am I? I suppose I think he's cool  I think people should cut him some slack I mean he is doing more for others than most, leave the man alone you know?" He smiled nodding he found it refreshing to hear something other then the same old 'he should reveal himself' or the negative 'he's an alien and should go home'

"Yeah I agree, so you wouldn't want to know who he was? Or for him to reveal himself?" You leaned back in your seat then shook your head

"No honestly I'm not that interested, he saves people and that should be enough, he don't have to but he is and that shows that he is a better person then me but then again I’m lazy, as for revealing himself I think we owe it to him to let him have a bit of normality, I mean he was here his whole life, living just like one of us then suddenly one day he had to step up and kick the shit out of that other fuck nut. I feel a little sorry for him" you sighed he frowned that he hadn't heard before

"Sorry for him?" You nodded offering him some of your chips that he had been eyeing up.

"Yeah he was never really given a choice was he? One day he was normal like you and me living his life the next being called out by the freaky one with the buzz cut and lisp" he leaned forward stealing more chips fries off your plate.

"Well he did have a choice he could have stayed hidden" you scoffed

"With them holding the world as hostage, he had to think of his loved ones he must have a family and friends you can't live your whole life without having people you want to protect" he smiled wide his eyes soft, you were the complete opposite to Lois she felt like he should tell everyone who he was believing that if he proved he was one of you people would accept him more, not that most didn't but a few still held him responsible for what happened.

"So you wouldn't mind if he swooped down and took off with you?" You laughed

"To our first date?" you blushed at him not realizing he had classed this as a date but was ecstatic trying not you squeal in excitement.

"Depends, if I'm falling to my death I'd appreciate a lift, but if he did it for shits and giggles.... well there'd be more shitting then giggling I tell you that much I'm not one for heights" he roared up unable to stop the bellowing laughs from escaping

"You think I'm joking I threw up once because I wore heels.....okay I was a little drunk and the stairs were glass but that's not the point I am just uncomfortable with heights I don't even wear high heels anymore kitten heels only" he smiled shaking his head

"Gotcha no heights" he said stealing more fries off your plate making you roll your eyes.

Once you'd finished your food he lifted his glass to you, you followed suit raising your glass.

"Date? I didn't know this was a date Mr Kent?" He smiled sheepishly then cleared his throat nervously his voice wavered a bit.

"Well that's only if you want it to be?" You stared at him making him squirm a little then smiled nodding

"Yes I would like that But for the record if you'd asked me I wouldn't have turned you down" then tapped your glass with his

"R-really you would have said yes?" You smiled at his flustered expression it was strange how one moment he was confident then the next a sweet shy teddy bear, you knew it must be something to do with his ex but you was patient enough to wait it out, he has had his confidence knocked and you were determined to build it back up.

"Clark would you like to go out to dinner again tomorrow? Make it our second date" He stuttered flushing as you held on to his hand across the table then nodded smiling.

"Yes I-I'd love that" you smiled at that.

"About what?"

"So what do you think? Seriously?" He asked walking down the road as you left the diner you tilted your head a little staring up at him he squeezed your hand.

"Well we only met yesterday and you only came here to help me with my ex ,I just wanted to know what you really think about all this? About me?" He tried to keep his nerves at bay as he asked you, he wanted to know straight away what your thoughts were, as soon as the question left his mouth he wanted to take it back dreading your answer.

You felt a little sorry for him, what ever his ex had done had really knocked him, you hummed lightly, wanting to pick your words carefully, you had to get across that you really did like him and wanted to pursue him and not just for his looks either.

"Really? You really want to try? And not just be friends?" He said in slight disbelief you nodded

"Fine enough dicking about I like you, really like you, I'm really attracted to you Clark, not just your looks, your sweet, kind and I've had a brilliant time today laughing more than I think I ever have on a first date, it true we have just met but I'm not someone to waste time or beat around the bush, I like you a lot if I thought nothing would come of this I wouldn't be here...I know that you've been hurt but I-I do feel there's something between us, something has just sort of clicked and would like to explore it if you would like to." His heart soared at your words and his shoulders relaxed letting out a breath he didn't realize he was holding.

"Like I said I felt something  and I definitely want to carry on and see where this takes us." He grinned wide tucking you into his side

"Good I was so afraid you didn't feel the same!" Silence fell over you, you could feel there he was thinking to hard, he took a deep breath and turned to you smiling then leant down ever so slowly,tentative and nervous giving you every opportunity to back away but you didn't leaning in closer to him wanting him to make the decision,  he made a slow decent licking his lip lightly,you braced yourself your breathing hitched as he descended towards you shifting a little, you cautiously rose to meet him but he hovered lips just above yours breath fanning across your lips unsure he was thinking to much you could see it you made the decision for him standing on your tip toes pressing your lips to his in a sweet kiss, moving in sync he melted into the kiss before opening his mouth wrapping his arms around you pulling you flush against him groaning as he grabbed your ass in his huge warm hands tugging you towards him leaning down so you could plant you heels back on to the floor.

You mewled winding your arms around his neck locking your fingers together playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. He licked at your lips coaxing them open once you did you whined as his tongue wrapped around yours twisting and licking dominating your mouth then he slowed his movements relishing in the kiss holding you tighter to him afraid you'd leave, you grunted softly then pulled back for air before gasping then dragging him back this time more desperate you dove straight in running your tongue across the inside of his mouth moaning fucking his mouth with your tongue trying to taste him as much as you could grinding against Him slowly making him shiver before biting at his bottom lip sucking it harshly. Then pulled away panting. His face glowed a bright red no doubt your did to, you stood by his side and he pulled you in under his arm squeezing your bicep reassuringly.

"So we are dating now then?" He asked still trying to calm his heart beat, yours was racing to which didn't help.

"I would say so yes." He smiled down at you resting his face on your Head kissing it every now and then unable to stop now.

"Good, I couldn't stand everyone looking at you today unable to do anything about it" you faltered as he growled the words out. You flushed, the possessiveness in his voice was enough to make a girl swoon.UGH.Panty dropping you all but melted at his words clenching.

"This" it was the only warning you got before you squealed he lifted you up wrapping your legs around his waist pinning you to the nearest wall grinding slow against you making you moan into him, your clit erect almost instantly as he rocked across it threw your jeans, the cotton of your panties becoming a damp.

"Oh really and what are you gonna do about it then?" You asked a cheeky grin he raised an eyebrow

He laughed a little as you wriggled against him trying to get away not wanting to seep threw onto your pale jeans his hands merely held you firm as his cock throbbed against you, you could feel it hot and twitching he rubbed harder moaning into your mouth as he took your breath away, kissing you deeper than before, almost trying to devour you as he licked into your open mouth then coiled his tongue around yours caressing it with a thrusting motions making you groan lightly.

He began sucking yours into his mouth pulling away he trailed a few light kisses down your neck then licked at your neck just below your ear nipping it before opening his mouth wide biting down and sucking heavily, you cried out arching into him pressing your core firmly onto his very eager cock making him hiss and pull away he grunted keeping your rocking hips still looking at his work a dark bruise forming on your neck high enough that it wont be getting covered any time soon he puffed out his chest a sense of pride then leaned forward kissing it softly making you sigh then ran his nose across it before speaking lowly into your ear.

"Oh my god Clark I'm so sorry! that is so embarrassing!" You panicked and felt like you could cry covering your crotch and ass looking around for something to hide it with he smirked a little he couldn't help being smug, that was just a little taster and you’d soaked yourself through.

"There we go now everyone will see that your all mine" you whimpered as your pussy shuddered he hissed feeling it. Then set you back down chuckling lightly as he spotted the wet patch on your jeans you followed his gaze and gasped mortified

"Nothing to be sorry for its very flattering! But here use this" shrugging off his jacket you accepted it gladly pulling it over your arms and holding the neck breathing in his scent, he groaned in his chest. It drowned you, the hem falling to your knees ,You looked perfect. He will definitely be putting you in his clothes more often, he cleared his throat tugging on his jeans rearranging himself then took hold of your hand walking towards his apartment. Yes today had been good but something tells him this week would only get better and better.

[barnzbucky]

Mistake (Modern AU)

Pairing: Ivar x reader

Summary: You let things with Ivar go too far and he breaks your heart.

Warnings: angst, heartbreak, mentions of sex, unrequited love, alcohol, please let me know of I missed something.

Word count: 2.6k

A/N: I wrote this for @youbloodymadgenius 400 Followers Writing Challenge (and took way too long). Congratulations, love, you deserve it! ❤

prompts are bolded.

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The sun was barely starting to rise when you descended the stairs of Ivar’s apartment building, running out to your car.

You could hear the muffled car noises, not loud enough to disrupt the conforming peace you felt every time you walked that same path. The twinkling street lights disturbed your eyes, achy from not getting any sleep. The sound of your shoes on concrete were a welcome distraction from the acute pain in your chest. You were used to it by now.

The first night you had slept with Ivar had been after one of his brother’s parties. You had spent the entire time drinking and talking to him, like you usually did, none of you interested in anything else except engaging in playful banter with each other and talking badly about other people.

Both of you had left your better judgment at home, like it never happened before, and with the alcohol cutting through your system and the loud music buzzing in your ear, before you knew it, you were under him in his bed, sweating and moaning and panting and craving, quivering with arousal, indulging in your every carnal desire.

You left before he had woken up and neither of you brought it up again, continuing your friendship like it never happened. 

Until you did it again. And again, and again.

Suddenly, what once was an almost entirely platonic relationship, had turned into a unspoken agreement of occasionally having sex and acting like it never happened afterwards.

You were fine with it until you weren’t anymore. All the extra time you spent with Ivar had piled up into your heart and turned into an ugly web of feelings and emotions you didn’t want, but could do nothing but hold them close and hidden inside you.

You would be happy if those feelings were at all reciprocated, because Ivar was so dear to you since you had met him, and you thought he was so intelligent and interesting, who always had a opinion on something and never mentioned until he had the base to argument in favor. He was great, but he was also so emotionally unavailable.

If you avoided to talk about your passionate nights together, Ivar dreaded the merely association with it. You could see it every time you were alone and you’d unconsciously get closer to him and he’d stiffen; or when you invited him to go somewhere you’d be alone, like you always did when you were only friends and nothing more, and he’d stammer and stutter, looking for an excuse to decline it.

It always made you confuse, because he was always the one who’d come onto you, never the other way around, and you always let him, not matter how much you tried to fight with yourself to not give in to his soft lips and firm hands.

And you missed him, because you only had meaningful conversations with him over texts, for as frequently as the sex started becoming, the only moments you spent together were the thirty minutes after you would meet, making small talk instead of engaging in one of the usual heated debates, before he kissed you, tempting and attracting you to do something you knew you would regret later. Of course, the imminent regret was never in your mind while you were doing it.

Tonight had been your breaking point. Ivar, for the first time in months, had called you, asking if you wanted to go with him to the cinema. You watched a movie, he took you to dinner after and you spent the entire time laughing and joking and talking about everything you hadn’t talked in so long. It felt like the most amazing romantic date, so natural and normal, your heart pounding in your chest and your cheeks aching from smiling so much that occasionally you had to stop yourself and take a breath, forcing the cruel hope of him feeling something for you out of your mind and remembering you were not actually together.

By the time you noticed, it was already past midnight and you were leaning in to kiss him, trying to grasp the reason it felt so different than all the other times. He asked you if you wanted to go home with him and you said yes, because you couldn’t bring yourself to say no, your mind filled with thoughts of him and only him.

He took you home, and unlike the previous nights you spent in his bed, that were filled with desperation and rush, it felt like there was nothing but raw desire, longing and needing to be as close to each other as possible. 

And you thought, hoped, that after that, it was impossible for him not to share a least a portion of your feelings. But then, it was gone, and the night ended like every other, with him not being able to even look you in the eye, leaving you cold, with a closed throat and an aching chest. As soon as you saw a peek of light in the sky, you were out of his home, trying to at least get to your car before letting yourself break.

In the two following weeks, you decided to focus entirely on your job, your reading list, and hobby hunt to occupy your mind, deciding to ignore altogether your crushed heart and all of Ivar’s messages and calls, again act like nothing had happened.

You didn’t think it would be so hard to stay away from him. You thought once you'd stop seeing him, the shallow feeling in your chest would become merely a faint pain. Except it didn't. It was worse than ever, because you missed him; his voice, his face, his touch… all of it.

But you knew that it was for the best. You told yourself that and everyday you had to turn off your phone at least once because of the almost unmanageable need to call him.

You opened your apartment door, dragging your feet on the floor, going straight to grab a bottle of wine and filling a glass to the brim. Besides the broken heart, you still had to deal with a wretched boss and a overwork load.

Just as you were finishing putting your pajamas on, you heard a knock on the door, and expecting to be the family size pizza you had ordered to eat while watching your favorite comfort movie, you ran to open it.

You never expected to be welcomed by the sight of Ivar, with his disheveled hair down and bloodshot eyes, like he had barely slept for days.

Your first instinct was to jump in his arms because of how much you missed him, not only as a lover, but as a friend. You got used to having him in your life, leaning on him for support in him, and the thing you were most sorry for, was losing that. Not your unrequited love, not the ‘one-sided meaningless’ sex, but his presence and the comfort and joy he provided.

He swallowed thickly and bit his lip, taking a deep breath before speaking, “You weren’t answering me.”

Trying to buy some time, you kept your mouth shut, moving aside and opening the door wider so he could come into your apartment. You held your breath when he moved past you, the smell of his cologne too familiar for you to be able do handle.

“Yeah, I’ve been, uh-” You searched in your mind for an answer that didn’t imply how desolated you were feeling. “busy.”

He looked around your apartment, as if to check if there was something wrong, before setting his gaze back on you. “Busy? For two entire weeks?”

You shrugged and looked away, nodding. “Uhum.”

“Oh.”

Silence set over the room, and it was possible to cut the tension with a knife. You refused to meet his eyes, going to the kitchen to make some tea, instead. He didn’t follow you.

When it was finished, you came back to the living room and found him in the same position he was when you left, standing in the middle of the room, staring at the spot you were before, but now scratching your cat’s ears, who was with two paws up in the coffee table, leaning into his touch. You narrowed your eyes. Traitor.

You handed him a mug and sat in one of the nearby chairs, still silent. With your eyes set on him, you tried to take in the situation. He was at your house, looking more tired than you ever saw him, and you still didn’t know why he was there.

He sat on the couch and looked down, “I missed you.”

If you weren’t entirely concentrated on him, you wouldn’t have catched what he said, so low and soft, but you did. And you almost gasped, except you were frozen in place, barely breathing, scared to move.

Ivar looked up at you, and your forced yourself to hold his haze. His eyes were bright and shiny, but the visible sadness in them had you taking a sharp breath. You swallowed before speaking, your voice croaked, “What?”

“I missed you, Y/N,” he said, but his furrowed eyebrows told you there was more, “why didn’t you answered me all this time? And don’t lie to me, I know you haven’t been too busy to answer me, at all.”

Listening carefully to his words, your chest heaved and your hurt turned to anger.

“You missed me?” You scoffed, biting hard on your lower lip to stop yourself from crying in despair from how much his insensibility was hurting you. “How can you say that? You didn’t miss me, you don’t even like me, Ivar.”

“What? Of course I like you, you are my friend.” The confused look on his face was enough to send you into a frenzy.

“Friend? No, no… because, you see, Ivar, if I was your friend, if you liked me, you would have had a little consideration for my feelings and wouldn’t have done what you did the last time we were together.” With adrenaline pumping inside you because of the new find anger, you couldn’t stop talking, and you figured you didn’t have to. You had nothing to lose now. “I know you are not stupid and know of my feelings for you, and what we were doing was fine, until you decided to take me out and flirt with me, and kiss and touch me like that and then act like it was nothing, because it obviously was. I know I'm not the only one who felt it. You know how much that hurt me, Ivar. And you have the audacity to knock on my door demanding to know why I didn’t answer your calls and telling me you missed me?”

You were past the point of caring about the waterfall of tears falling down your cheeks, too desperate to get everything out of your chest before you went back to old habits. 

Ivar was paying attention to every word you said, his own eyes filled with water, and he had to squeeze them back in, because it wasn’t right. He had no right to cry, no matter how miserable he was feeling, because he had been selfish all these past months. He knew of your feelings for him, and he knew of his own feelings for you. But he also knew you deserved better than someone who didn’t know how to commit and compromise, who had trouble caring for people, like they needed to be cared for. It wasn’t a case of miscommunication, it was the truth. Yet, he let himself indulge in something with with you, knowing he was incapable of giving more; of giving what he wanted to give you and what he knew you deserved. You would end up heartbroken, just like you were now, and that’s what he wanted to avoid in the first place.

But that last time, he had just got out of his parents house, where he saw his brothers and Floki with their wives, looking so in love with each other, laughing and playing, and he started to wonder why he couldn’t do the same with you.

He called, invited you out, and acted the whole night as if you were on a date; as if you were like regular lovers out in the city for a normal romantic evening. Then he loved you like he would have since the beginning if he wanted you to know how much he… cared for you, with so much intensity and passion, and he knew you would find out all about his feelings and confront him, and he would have to confess to you how much of a coward he truly was. 

So he went back to acting cold and distant, like friends, as if nothing ever happened, and had decided that he had to stop being selfish and put and end to this whole thing before you got hurt in a way your friendship wouldn’t be able to recover, and he knew he needed you in his life. 

Only he decided a little too late. Because that was also the time you decided you had had enough.

He had to spend two weeks without you, and it drove him insane to the point he had to drive to your house and confront you on something he knew he didn't have the right to. And you two ended up where you were now, with you throwing all your feelings in his face and calling him out for the way he acted, like he knew he deserved it.

Ivar had to make a decision. To spare you from long-term suffering and learn how to live without you, or continue to be selfish, be with you, and expect for the best.

He took a deep breath, buying time to prepare, and cleared his throat. “That night never happened. It was a mistake, Y/N.”

Instead of shouting and sending him away, cursing him out of your life forever, like he expected you to do, you started to shake your head, almost mockingly.

“No! It did happen and it wasn’t a mistake. How can you say that? And how can you stand there and tell me we’re friends?” You scoffed again, so angry and tired, with a permanent frown etched on your face. “We haven't been friends for a long time, now. We both know we are more than that, not matter how much you try to pretend. I know you feel something for me and I think you’re just afraid afraid to be happy.”

He wanted to contradict you and say it wasn’t that; he wasn’t afraid to be happy, he just didn’t deserve it. Not with you, at least, or at all.

You stood there, looking at him, expecting him to say something. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. 

You closed your eyes and let out a tired sigh. Ivar felt his chest tighten at the iminent scenario of you finally giving up on him.

“You’re a coward,” you said after a few minutes in silence, throat raw and aching from keeping the angry act and trying not to fall apart. “You have to decide what you want, Ivar. And then you can come talk to me. You can come here and say… something, anything… everything you didn’t say today.”

Taking a deep breath, trying not to let his tears fall, Ivar got up and walked out the door, finally allowing himself to feel, taking your heart with him, and leaving his behind. Only you didn’t know that. As far as you knew, the only thing Ivar left you when he walked out the door, was an even more shattered heart than you already had before he arrived.

@ryukjin @luvjiminssi

[contrabandhothead]

hi ma'am i'd like one (1) bob ship please! i'm 5'7 with brown hair and brown eyes. i'm a straightforward and outgoing person who wears my emotions on my sleeve because i'm v difficult to upset or deter. all about being here for a good time (sometimes at the expense of a long one) and taking risks, but i'm fiercely loyal to my friends who i love with my whole heart and would do anything for. hobbies include pub crawling, hanging out with friends, dancing, cooking, debating and playing the guitar.

Ron Speirs

ok listen I have one intense reason why i ship this and it’s solely on how you both deal with your problems

HEAR ME OUT THOUGH DON’T LEAVE

the fact that you wear your emotions on your sleeve is really good because Ron doesn’t like to deal with his emotions for shit

like at all

he finds it oddly comforting that he know what you’re feeling because it’s not hard to figure it out... it also teaches him to be more open about his emotions, which is an entirely different story (he really should work on that, though)

you two go dancing every single Friday, and occasionally you go out with Easy Co. to a pub

Ron had no idea how to dance before you

even now he still has his two left feet moments, despite being incredibly agile on the battle field

he claims the reason he didn’t know how to dance before was because no one asked him to (L I A R)

you, Luz, and Liebgott all enjoy pub crawling/bar hopping, so Ron usually has to drag you home drunk

it’s all in good fun though

secret talent of Ron’s: he’s actually good at baking

you both have a system worked out, where you cook dinner and he bakes the dessert

sometimes, when he’s having an off day, you cook and bake for him, which he’s incredibly grateful for

he thinks it’s hot when you debate people, and sometimes he starts little arguments about things he knows you have a passion for just to get you to debate him

he loves how straightforward and honest you are

he struggles to explain himself or open up in general, so he appreciates that sometimes you’ll say what you’re both thinking

as we all know, Ron can be very insecure

he gets worried that you’ll find someone who will treat you better or that you’ll realize that he’s too emotionally unavailable and leave him

many people would get upset with the amount of times you’ve had to have the conversation that you’re not leaving him or they’d get impatient with him, so he values how understanding and loyal you are to him

y’all are that smart couple that does dumb shit together

i can’t explain it any other way.... like what the hell are you two doing DON’T THROW KNIVES FOR FUN

i mean, at least your adventures will be a good story to tell at family dinners?

he tags along and hangs out with your friends... he’s like that quiet friend that everyone loves

how you two met

like everyone else, you were apart of Easy Co.

you had finally graduated with your jump wings, and you were celebrating the night away

you and some of your fellow troopers had occupied a booth, and good lord was it chaotic

you and Joe Liebgott had been locked in a heated debate about the best brand of chocolate for the past 10 minutes, before the strange CO of Dog Co. approached your booth

everyone except you, Liebgott, and Luz had fallen silent upon his arrival

why? because some people listen to rumors and are s t u p i d

a n y w a y s

however, once Speirs had joined your table, he immediately joined your debate

“Hershey’s is not the best chocolate, you’re just lying to yourself.”

both you and Joe looked over in the direction of the mysterious voice

Joe gaped in outrage, slamming his fiston the table “Bullshit! Hershey’s is the best chocolate around, it’s classic!”

you turned to Speirs “I know, right? Joe, sweetie, you’re just lying to yourself. Hershey’s is the only type of chocolate you’ve ever had!How would you know it’s the best?”

Joe whipped around to face you again, “I don’t need to taste no other chocolate because I know I’ve already had the best! It’s Hershey’s!”

you, Joe, and Speirs debated about chocolate drunkenly for the rest of the night

Ron had decided he liked you, especially how calm your demeanor was, even when Joe was yelling in your face

you continued to talk to Ron throughout the entire night, treating him with kindness, almost like you were old friends

he found it comforting that you were so easy to converse with

he decided that perhaps it was nice to have at least one friend in the paratroopers

I’m so sorry this took forever! I hope you enjoyed this little blurb though. Have a lovely day! 💕

~ Ky

[noeliareads]

haunted haus.

Haunted House  AU

Pairing: Mark Lee x female reader

Genre: comedy and a bit of angst

Warnings: If you don’t like clowns or scary things, just be careful (I don’t like them either)

It is mid October, your friends drag you to a haunted house, much to your dismay. You don’t mind them, they were a bit overrated this time of year. The problem? They left you alone after the first 5 minutes. Mark and his friends, Johnny and Doyoung went to the Haunted House as well. Mark being dragged along as his punishment for losing a bet. 

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“Yo, yo, yo.” Mark stuttered. “Johnny?” He asked, looking to his left. “Doyoung?” Looking to his right. 

Mark walked carefully thought the haunted house. His friends had left him alone, as per usual. He didn’t even want to go to the damn house. He had lost a bet against Johnny. Because of that, they drove an hour to go to the house in order to torture Mark. Now, Mark was alone. Just like the gif

“Fuck Dean!” You mutter angrily. “Fuck JJ!”  

You pulled your trench coat closer to your body as if it was going to protect you from the demons and monsters. “It’s just people w- MASKS!” You shriek as something pulled on your ankle. You speed walk to the next room. Cringing, from a thick, watery substance on the door handle. It was paint, red paint. Ugh.

Mark was about to shit his pants, literally. He was terrified. The hallway was dark, lights flickering slightly. Mist covered the floor and spikes adored the wall, spikes covered in what seemed like blood. Mark suddenly felt claustrophobic, walking sideways and occasionally rotating surveying his surroundings.

You were going around in circles, never finding the exit. The haunted house was an old abandoned mansion on the outskirts of town. Rumors were that the housekeeper murdered the whole family in order to marry the husband, whom she had a secret affair with. The husband managed to get away and crazed with bloodshed, she killed herself with child, damning the whole family line. The other story, the more believable one consisted in that this was the family countryside house and that the family never reclaimed the land, too immersed in their wealth. 

Walking into a hallway with flickering light, you hoped to finally find the exit. You thought you saw a figure coming your way but in here, it could be anything. The lights began to flicker at higher intensity, somehow making it seem darker and spookier than it already was and you could hear faintly, laughter, manic laughter. 

Mark saw Pennywise, Penny-fucking-Wise. As in the clown. Bone white face, dead eyes, a balding large head with puffy red-orange sideburns. Red lines coming from the edges of his mouth, going in a vertical line to his eyebrows. Mark did what anyone would do. Mark screamed, a high pitch scream. Sorta like the one when he and Johnny reacted to their part in Superhuman but frightened

“AH! OH MY GOD!” He screeched. He stumbled backwards and collided into something, someone. Both figures screamed. Pennywise’s face appeared once more causing Mark to jump and cling on to dear life to the person he bumped in to. 

This random person clinged onto you for dear life. His arms were around your neck and one of his legs was hooked up around your waist. I repeat. Hooked. Up. Around. Your. Waist. Well, what a compromising position. When the lights stopped flickering and the laughter faded, the guy lifted his head quickly. He saw you and immediately pulled away. Both of your faces heated up at the sudden realization that you were strangers and you just shared a very intimate but frightened hug?

“Shit.” You breathed out. Still spooked from the scare and the fact that the guy was attractive and a big scaredy cat. 

“Yoo I am soo sorry!” He said. He wiped invisible dust from your coat just a you noticed a big, red handprint on his beige coat. 

“Uh oh.” You whisper, eyes wide. He looks down and grimaces. 

“It’s ok.” Mark says, just as someone scares the shit out of him, again. 

“Sweet baby Jesus.” You wail as Mark clings to you again, breaking your eardrums in the process. 

Laughter echoed throughout the hallway as two other guys appeared in front of you. One of them couldn’t stop laughing. His laugh breathy and contagious. 

“Bro you should’ve seen your face!” The tall one exclaimed. The other guy beside him just smiled, amused. The boy, Mark, quickly let you go. You debated leaving the hallway...

“Yooo!” Mark whined, stomping his right foot on the ground. “What the fuck?!” 

The tall boy grabbed Mark’s shoulders and squeezed them. ‘It was fun.’ he said. Mark didn’t consider this fun. As soon as they arrived to the mansion they ran away leaving him alone!

“No it wasn’t!” You started walking backwards as they continued to argue. Just as you turned your back someone called you. 

“Oi!” You kept walking. “Murder girl!”

“Excuse me?” You said incredulously  as you walked back to where they were, hands on your hips. Not realizing you stained yourself as well. Tall boy just smiled. The one who bulldozed you looked at you with an apologetic look on his face. 

“Yeah, Mark here has a huge blood stain on his coat.” Ah, his name is Mark.   

“It’s not blood.” You roll your eyes. 

“Then what is it?” Tall one countered back. Mark quietly said ‘Johnny stop.’ You heard that. 

“There was red paint on a doorknob.” You simple say, not wanting to dive into more conversation. “Look.” I said'. “I'm sorry. I can pay for dry cleaning if that’s the issue.” Mark quickly intervened.

“Yo, no like it’s my fault anyway. I did touch you without your permission.” Mmm, gentleman.  “Anyways...” He said, staring at Johnny and the other whom you never caught the name of. “We should leave.” Just as he said that,  your phone started vibrating like crazy. 

Caller ID: Dean

“Where the fuck are you, Dean?” Dean laughed and just told you to go outside. “Outside my ass.” You mutter. How do I get out?

“Doyoung and I know how to leave.” Johnny piped in examining your perplexed features. You looked at all three boys and sighed. They were your only option. You waved your hands motioning them to lead the way. As you waved your way through the maze that was the haunted house, you unconsciously moved closer to Mark. He was walking a few steps behind Johnny and Doyoung, occasionally glancing at you. Ears burning red, whenever you caught him. 

Then. It happened. YOU WERE OUT. You ran out, relieved. You pushed the boys aside as you ran past them and flung yourself on the ground. “FRESH AIR!” You breathe out. You could hear the familiar snickering of a particular someone. You look up, eyes narrowing. 

“Dean.” You say, softly, deadly. Dean’s eyes widened as he stumbled back. He slowly took 2 steps back and started running. You were right on his tail. He couldn’t outrun you. Dean never exercised and you were on the track team in college. 

You didn’t notice how Mark and his friends followed you two with their gazes. 

“Mark.” Johnny said, nudging him. “You gotta get her number.”

“If you want it why don’t you ask for it.” He retorted. Johnny snickered. 

“It’s for you stupid.” Mark looked at the ground, his ears…. You know the drill, were red. 

You came back, barely panting with an annoyed Dean by your side. 

“Sorry, my best friend is dumb.” You say smiling. Johnny nudged Mark and Mark stepped on his large foot, discreetly. 

“We should get going.” Mark blurted out. Doyoung looked at him, confused. You just smile and nod. 

“We should too. But, before you go...” You grabbed your phone from your coat pocket and held it in front of Mark. “Can I have your number?”

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Yes my dudes. I will end it here! 

Hope you enjoyed it! 

I am currently VERY ill but I managed to finish it and probably will not go to class because I really don’t think my classmates would like me distracting them with my sneezing and blowing my nose….

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