#just gotta bring that up every chance i get because c'mon

[egophiliac]

I am chewing on your art like a powered up Pac-man. You've made me very interested in trying out a Kamen rider show. What's a good starting point?

:D! thank you! I will never NOT be happy to get people to watch more Kamen Rider, soon everyone will be converted and my evil plan will be complete. >:)

one of the nice things about Kamen Rider is that most of the shows are standalone and (aside from things like crossover movies) don't require watching any of the others to understand. so you can kinda just pick one that sounds interesting and try it out! I have a few personal recs in this post, or you can check out the wikipedia list (under Main Series)!

after some thought, I'm also gonna like...soft-rec Fourze and Gaim, with the caveat that they are not at all the typical Rider tone (Fourze has a much more cheerful and sillier style than usual, and Gaim is a rollercoaster ride through a bizarro fruit-themed weirdoland) (this is not a negative). they're pretty divisive because of that, but I know they've been a few other people's entry points, and I liked them both personally, so! Fourze's head writer also wrote Gurren Lagann, and Gaim's wrote Madoka Magica, and their respective styles are extremely evident in both, so if you're familiar with those then take that as a plus or minus as you will. :')

[prettiestlovergirl]

BACKSTAGE

tw: MDNI; semi-public sex; fem!reader; slight breeding kink; degradation; hair pulling; unprotected sex (wrap it b4 you tap it); drummer! luke

a/n: i have had the idea of backstage sex with musician! luke for sososo long and i haven't seen enough of other people do it soooo... enjoy, my lovelies! 𓆩♡𓆪

everything happened so, so fast.

one minute, you were standing in the wings, admiring your boyfriend. you watched as he banged the drums over and over again, his back muscles flexing hard and dripping with enough sweat to make you drool.

the next, he was offstage, wrapping his hand tightly around your wrist and dragging you into the nearest empty room. you'd barely had a second to greet him before your back was pressed against the wall and his lips were on yours.

"well, hello to you too" you murmur against him, a slight giggle escaping that quickly turned breathy as he pressed himself against you. his hands are hot and calloused as they make their way under your shirt to hold your waist. his fingers dig harshly into the skin.

"no time, mami, need you so bad" luke mumbles against your lips, the kiss was hungry, and you couldn't help but moan as his tongue explored every inch of your mouth like he'd done hundreds of times.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, along his warm body to get even closer as you tugged at the curls on the nape of his neck. "we can't, anybody could walk in here..." you whine against his lips, his thumbs brushing up and down your skin.

he pulled away from your lips, pressing wet, hot kisses along your jaw. "c'mon mami, i'll be so, so quick." he stated, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck after each word, causing your mind to get a bit hazy, he knew just how to get you every. single. time.

you whined a bit, but of course you couldn't say no! not when he was so desperate for you, not when his lips found their way to your pulse point and made your pussy practically start throbbing.

"f-fine, yes, please, fuck me" you nodded, biting your lip to hold in a moan as he dug his teeth into your skin a bit more. "that's m' good girl." he smirked, continuing to suck and slide his tongue over your skin as he brought his hands down to unbutton your jeans.

he quickly slid the fabric down your legs, pulling your panties down along with them before spinning you around, pressing your face against the cool wall as you stood up on your toes and spread your legs.

"gods, mami... look so fucking pretty like this, all spread out f'me." he groaned, wrapping his fist around his cock, giving it a few tugs and coating it in some of the pre leaking from his tip.

you bit your lip, starting to feel impatient as he teasingly rubbed his tip along your folds. he didn't have enough time to properly prepare you before people started looking for him, so he continued to use his cock to spread your wetness all around. "mm, luke..." you whine, wiggling your ass a bit before he finally pushed into you.

"fuck, fuck, fuck, how are you still so tight..." he groaned, bringing his head down to your shoulder. he pressed his lips against your smooth skin before sinking his teeth in, moaning against you as he pushed all the way to the hilt.

"oh, fuck!" you whimpered, your hands pressed flat against the wall for some extra support as you clenched around him. "shh, gotta be quiet mami, don't want anyone interrupting before i get a chance to make you cum, yeah?" he cooed, to which you simply nodded, unable to speak without moaning too loud.

he started out at a nice pace, thrusting deep inside of you while his hands reattached themselves to your hips. he thrusted into you over and over again, trying to still be somewhat gentle because you were just so. fucking. tight.

"such a good fucking girl, letting me use her tight little pussy like this in a random closet." he groaned, making you whimper out more as you bit your lip hard enough to draw blood. you wanted to be quiet, to be a good girl for him, but it was so hard!! he was fucking you soso good.

"fuck, more, please!" you moaned, your mouth hung open as you let out soft pants and gasps while he fucked into you. you needed to feel him harder, deeper. you wanted to stay in this moment forever, feeling his lips on your shoulder, his cock hitting just where you need him over and over.

if this were a normal occasion, he would have punished you for being so demanding, but you had been such a good girl for him, and he needed you soso badly.

as he started thrusting in even harsher and faster, your moans got louder and louder, you just couldn't help it! he was just fucking you so good, you needed it so bad.

he grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcing your back to arch as he made you look at him while he fucked roughly into you. "i said you have to be quiet, mami. if you think i won't just leave you in here like this, you're wrong." he stated, looking right down into your watery eyes.

"'m sorry!" you whimper, keeping your eyes on his as you did your best to keep in your noises. "it's just so good, 'm sorry, i'll be so so good, please don't stop" you begged, honestly wanting to cry at just the idea of him stopping.

"look at you, gonna cry over my cock? such a fucking slut." he cooed, finally releasing your hair from his grip as he continued to thrust into you. you did your best to keep quiet, the occasional soft gasp or squeal of pleasure escaping you.

luke smirked as he looked down at where you were connected, even in the dark closet he could see the creamy white ring you created around his cock, always just so fucking soaked for him.

you felt the knot in your core get tighter and tighter as he continued to fuck into you, bringing one hand down to start rubbing your swollen, puffy clit to help soothe the ache and bring you closer to your climax.

"fuck, fuck, luke, 'm so close, so fucking close, please make me cum!" you moaned, eyes squeezed shut as he started thrusting even harder and faster into you, feeling the way your pussy walls clenched around his cock.

"i've got you mami, cum for me, be a good girl and cum all over my cock, yeah?" he groaned, bringing his hand forward to replace yours on your clit, rubbing it faster and faster until you finally came all around his cock.

he continued to thrust into you, now chasing his own high as he pressed his palm harshly against your puffy clit, applying pressure to soothe you while he fucked into you harsher and faster.

it wasn't long before luke gave one final, harsh thrust into you and released ropes and ropes of his thick white cum, painting your insides white.

"fuck, i love you so much..." he groaned, staying buried inside of you and pressing his forehead to your shoulder again.

"love you too."

ᵈⁱᵛⁱᵈᵉʳ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵇʸ @ᵐᵘʳᵘᶠᶠⁱⁿ

[nalpurex]

i got souyo brainworms again and i gotta share some thoughts i have

this ones a long one so ill put a 'keep reading' thing here just in case yall dont wanna scroll past a wall of text

basically some headcanons about a healthy mix of chad narukami and normal yu, injecting loads of gap moe into this guy

(and it eventually devolves into some weird semi-story because my brains really spiralling here)

okok so, hear me out, chad narukami isnt that bad as an idea...? maybe as a more calm iteration, just another layer to yu

in the p4 manga, we get to see some of yu's backstory. (its been a while since ive read it so i might get some details wrong but) his parents are very busy people, always working and moving around, so yu's always moving around with them

because of this, hes a very independent but also lonely kid. poor guy doesnt talk much with his own mom and dad, and he never really have a good enough chance to form lasting friendships

so when he moves to inaba and starts making friends there, hes like 'oh i really want to keep these guys around...' so he starts putting up a bit of a persona (hah), some cool, unfazed guy that everyone can rely on thinking thats what people might like more. to his credit, it works pretty well, but its a bit stifling for yu himself. hes never had this many friends though, so he'll keep it up

we all know yosuke admires him quite a fair bit as is, just as a dependable friend and a strong leader. he looks up to yu in these aspects, thinking hes basically the perfect guy. (and lets never unpack that thought.) talented, charming, 'gets all the ladies', that kind of stuff

at some point its just the two of them, maybe walking home from school or something, yu gets pretty comfortable and his facade slips a little. maybe he says something completely silly, or heavens forbid theres a stray cat along the road! ("awww look at the little guy, cmeree, pspsps- oh- ahem- uh, its pretty cute...") it surprises yosuke quite a bit. he's thinking about it a lot as they part ways, it was... definitely a new side to his partner, but its also not a bad thing...

after that, yosuke starts noticing more small things about yu. whenever he invites anyone to share his lunch, its always something they like. whenever the IT are talking, he makes sure no one feels left out. he likes cats, a lot more than hes willing to show, and he loves nanako a whole lot too. his partner's... a bit of a softie under that calm and collected vibe, isnt he?

(alternatively, it'd be really funny if the entire IT knew? like "yeah, hes got a straight face all the time and sparkles fly around him whenever he strikes a pose, but hes got a dedicated schedule for hanging out with us and hes always asking when we're free. hes a big puppy, really.")

anyways, yosuke tries to encourage him to show more of this other side of him. stuff like "c'mon, we'll think you're cool either way!" and yu at first is a little hesitant, so yosuke suggests he just try it out with him

he feels some pride about it, because hes the first to learn about this side of yu! his partner trusts him the most, hes the most comfortable around him! (whats this strange other feeling? hm. dont like that.)

yu takes a little more time with the others, but theyre very welcoming about it nonetheless. specifically, they find it very charming! (making cute shapes in your bento? sewing cute stuffed toys with kanji? playing with literally every single stray cat you lay your eyes on? hell yeag.)

of course the facade doesnt completely shatter, because some parts of it are still true to yu. its just that he'll now crack the dumbest joke youve heard in your life with the same old straight face

(aaand now to derail for the sappy stuff huhuhu)

because yosuke's usually the first to be exposed to whatever new shenanigans yu's up to, eventually he starts getting some... weirder things. he brings some of it up to the other IT members and he looks insane, like:

"what? he hasnt been giving you guys origami?"

"why would he? i mean itd be cool, but thats just his part-time job isnt it? hes probably sick of paper cranes!"

"cranes... haha, yeah..." (as he thinks about the row of stupid paper animals sitting on his windowsill)

yu over time starts getting real sweet with yosuke, and he kind of gets the feeling he should just... keep this to himself...? especially when he doesnt see him acting this way with anyone else, and a small part of him wants to keep it to himself. all of this, just for him.

but that would be kind of gay, wouldnt it? hes not gay, is he...? he gets pretty happy whenever yu smiles at him, whenever he does something for him, but its just because he appreciates him as his partner... right?

eventually it all comes to a head when yu invites him to that... that spot high up in inaba. (ykno the one, its got the railing and shit.)

yosuke's climbing the hill, wondering whats yu gonna tell him, and at the top he sees him already waiting there as the sun's about to set on a nice breezy day

he kinda jokes a bit about it, like "damn did you ask me to come here now for the atmosphere?" but yu's strangely quiet

so they kinda just stand in a bit of an awkward silence before yu clears his throat... and confesses to yosuke.

...

they just. stare at each other for a bit. yosuke's at a loss, heat slowly rising in his cheeks, because what the hell?

and then yu explodes into a flustered mess, bumbling about "hey yeah man you dont have to accept if you dont wanna, i was just saying things yknow? you dont really have to-"

yosuke cuts him off, sighing a little. he tells him its okay, hes kinda had a feeling he felt the same way but he wasnt ready yet... and now his partner's confessing to his face, he cant really put it off anymore, can he?

("by the way, did you plan this? like, the timing and everything?"

"i... had a hard enough time saying 'i like you' with a straight face as it was, i kind of had to..."

"... ah.")

[millersdjarin]

domestic, married, old couple in jackson headcanons with joel plsplsplsplspsplspslslspsls

anonnnn you are SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE 😩😩👌👌

Joel loves to sit on the porch with his guitar after the sun sets, after you've all had dinner and Ellie's hanging with friends. You'll go out there, appreciating the moment of quiet, of stillness, and bring him a cup of herbal tea - which he always complains about, because it's not coffee or whiskey, but he always drinks it anyway, because you say it helps him sleep and he'll be damned if he turns you down - and you'll sit in the chair beside him beneath the porch light, nursing your own tea while he plays gentle tunes. He'll glance at you every now and again, give you a little smile, push his foot along the deck so he can press it up against yours. When it starts getting chilly and stars are bright in the sky, he'll finish his final song and stand up, leaning in to kiss your forehead before beckoning you inside.

Even after years of being together, years of being settled in Jackson, this man is still touch starved. You'll be doing something mundane like washing the dishes, reading a book, even just arriving home after a night out at the bar. He'll come to you, wrap an arm around your waist, kiss your neck, the back of your head, wherever he can get to first. His beard is getting longer along with his hair and you never tire of feeling it brush against your skin.

And he'd never admit it, but he loves to dance. Just with you. Just when you're alone, or sometimes, if he's feeling especially overcome with affection for you, when there's a dance at the bar and one of your favourite songs comes on. He'll hold you in the kitchen, swaying as the record player sings into the room, the soapy water in the sink going cold with the dishes only half done. He just loves to hold you close, to press you to his body, to step to the music and hum tunes into your neck. At dances, he'll coax you from the wall or the bar, saying, "C'mon, darlin', indulge me. This song is yours, I can't not dance with you to it, can I?" and, sure, it's usually after a few whiskeys when his capability to be embarrassed goes out the window, but you don't mind. You'll always indulge him.

Even if indulging him means listening to his rambles about the shitty construction in some of the town's homes, and how he's gotta fix all of it because if he doesn't, it's not gonna get done properly. He's got more callouses from helping out around the town than he does from patrolling or playing guitar; he's gruff and grumpy but he'll never turn down someone who needs help, someone who's roof is leaking, who's porch step has broken. A few residents start using wheelchairs or walking sticks as various ailments crop up in the community, and Joel and Tommy build them ramps for their homes, transform living rooms into ground floor bedrooms. He doesn't ask for anything in return.

It's impractical, and it takes forever to set up, but bathing together. Joel will do the arduous task of filling the tub, always brushing off Tommy's grumbles about using up the street's hot water, paying for it by taking an extra patrol here and there. You're blessed with a nice, big bathtub in your house; you sit between Joel's legs and he'll wash your hair, cupping a hand on your forehead so the soap doesn't fall into your eyes, pressing gentle kisses to your bare shoulders any chance he gets. You rub his legs, then turn when he's done and wash him, enjoying lathering soap in his chest hairs and down his arms. In the candlelight his wet skin glows and you wonder how you got so lucky, to find this tiny corner of peace and tranquility in the midst of the end of the world.

"For the love of God, Joel, go to the doctor," you say to him for the hundredth time one week when he's got an earache so severe that he can barely even eat, and what feels like a temperature is rising on his forehead. He just needs some antibiotics, but he's refusing to go and ask for some. "I don't want to be a bother. It'll clear up." He'll say.

It doesn't clear up; two weeks go by and one side of his face is swollen. You're sick of it; you bring the doctor to him, instead. Practically forcing it on him, but you don't care. He sits grumpily while the doctor looks inside his ear for all of two seconds and says, "Yep, standard ear infection. It's got pretty bad though; you should've come to me sooner. You're going to have to be on the antibiotics for longer and we might have to try a few types. You need to rest and drink plenty of water. No patrols or strenuous work; you'll get a fever."

He complains at your smug smile when she leaves. Looks down at the floor, grumbles something about the doctor being dramatic.

He takes his meds, though; takes them when you hand them to him with each meal, each time getting looser, more generous with his appreciation. Now he's kissing your hand when you put the pills in his mouth, mumbling a "thanks, darlin'" after he's swallowed.

"Just do what I say in the first place next time, yeah?" You tell him.

"Yeah, yeah. You're always right, honey."

"I am always right! Took you long enough to realise," you tease, and he punishes you by grabbing your waist, pulling you into him and kissing you until you forget that you'd made dessert.

Sitting and reading together is something you do a lot. You'll lie against the arm of the sofa with your legs in his lap, one of his hands on your thigh while his other holds the book he's reading. Sometimes, when you're too tired to focus or you just want to hear his voice some more, he'll read aloud to you. Turn the lamp on the coffee table on when it gets dark and crickets are chirping outside, always glancing at you to make sure you're still awake.

You always are; he reads good books, and he reads aloud well. Surprisingly well. You wonder if it goes back to reading to Sarah.

He tells you as much one night when you're getting ready for bed. He'd read to you the entire evening and he's just putting his reading glasses on the nightstand when he says it, quiet in the dim light of your bedroom.

"Did you read to her a lot, then?" You reply softly, getting under the duvet when he pulls it back for you.

He nods, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. "Yeah. She used to have nightmares. The stories helped. We did it so often that I guess I got good at doin' all the voices."

You can't help but smile at the concept; the image of Joel getting really into a kids' story and making up voices for each character, wanting to make it as dynamic as possible to keep the nightmares away, to fill her mind with only the good stories. Only the happy endings.

bless this. i could go on and on. pls send headcanons, requests for headcanons, etc, any time you want <3

[your-fave-adopted-you]

twst teachers as your dad!(+Crowley)

The news were devastating, after all the efforts to bring you home, it finally became official : you could never return to your world, and your new home consisted on a magical institution and the friends you made along the way <\3

As sad as these news were for you, some teachers who had grown fond of you have waited for this moment, in hopes of adopting you (and keeping you safe from Crowley too, ofc)

1.Dire Crowley-

Had to fist fight Crewel for this to happen.

Has been planning on adopting you since week 1 (thus the lack of interest on bringing you back)

Bought custome matching pajamas with "the handsome man beside me is my dad" and "the kid beside me is the luckiest dad-haver ever" written on them.

No kidding, this was his way of celebrating your # 1st adoption anniversary.

A weird guy.

Invites you to very fancy family (of two) dinners, brings Pepsi with him and drinks it in front of everyone.

Also loves ordering whatever is currently the most expensive item of food at burguer King.

God forbid any male student looking your way ( very unfortunate because there's no actual female students)

If you are queer you would live in fear of telling him, but not because you think he's homophobic, but because you wouldn't be able to talk to anyone.

Not if you're a lesbian tho. that would be a blessing in his eyes. (he wouldn't let you out of school)

Encourages you to be your gothest self every day.

Tries to bribe the teachers to score you perfect grades.

Never works.

Tries to guiltrip you by saying that you would prefer Crewel as a father rather than him.

When you say "actually, yeah" he bursts in tears, like, ugly sobbing.

This is a common occurrence, every 4-6 days or so.

That's why you end up telling him that.

Not the best father but in this world full of magic and dangers you won't have the need to worry even once.

2.Divus Crewel-

Had to beat Crowley up for this multiple times.

Because before signing all the paperwork he kept on insisting you to reconsider.

And boy was he persistent.

Unlike Crowley, Crewel was actually concerned for you.

"Okay so this kid has lost any chance of seeing their og. family again if they have one, and their friends. maybe they had a pet???"

Whether you are of age or happen to be the independent type, he still takes those feelings into account.

That said

Prepare to become a fashion model.

Your new dad loves dressing up.

He asks you what kind of fashion do you incline towards and buys you lots of outfits.

If you never were the fashionista type or you just don't care about your appearance, he'll just have you dress like him.

And as a teacher.

Does he give you a special treatment? yep.

Does this mean extra work every day? also yes.

He's more forgiving with your other classes as long as you pass

But- if you are his kid- you HAVE TO be top student in science and potionology.

So whenever you don't get a perfect score he will flood you with extra work until you get everything right.

Also will always get you the best partners for his class.

He doesn't care who you date, but if they hurt you ... there will be consecuences.

Overall a pretty solid dad. A little strict and materialistic at times but i mean, at least he's not Crowley.

3.Mozus Trein

This man is not a dad. he's a certified Father.

Probably a grandpa already (?)

Maybe not in canon but, this man has basically three kids (yes I'm counting the cat)

His two actual kids however are around the age of Crewel if not just a few years younger.

He's been straight up suffering of empty nest syndrome for a long time.

He won't admit it tho.

This is why he initially takes interest on being your legal tutor.

(he thinks Crewel would be too superficial and could turn you like him.

he also doesn't want you to live like you're in the military, if Ashton adopted you,

and c'mon he's gotta keep you safe from Crowley.)

So, in his eyes, he's literally the only right option available.

Once he speaks his mind not even Crowley complains.

They are SHOCKED that this tired old man wants to take care of another kid.

When you come to his place for the long weekend, you are horrified at the specific old-wood smell that fills the house.

It's the furniture. This old, reddish dark, polished wood. around every corner.

His cat loves you already.

As a teacher, he's very much like Crewel.

He makes sure regularly that you remember what he taught you by randomly pop-quizzing you

You end up dreaming about history.

If you're queer and want to come out to him, i mean, he's not homophobic but he is very much and old man. yk.

If you're gay he's gonna tell you "but what is wrong with men/women?"

If you're bi/pan however, "could you be as ambitious when studying, please?"

If you're aro/ace he'll just be like. "i do understand you, really, but aren't you too young for this?"

He's not judging honestly.

He's not trying either.

Gives the best relationship advice having watched all the romantic disasters his older kids already went through.

Will teach you manners.

4. Ashton Vargas.

He adopted you because he really felt bad for you with all this "loosing where i belong, the people i love, the places i know" thing.

This kinda stuff can bring the best man down.

He won't let it happen!!

And you're so ridiculously out of shape!! he knows none of his colleagues would help you with that. He also doesn't think leaving you to Crowley is safe so.

Now you're his kid.

Wakes you up everyday at 5am for a morning jog to "start the engines" so you do better in school.

Doesn't let you eat anything from the cafeteria.

He meal preps once a week so now you will be eating slightly cooked veggies, eggs and non-spiced chicken everyday.

If you're vegan you will be eating a ridiculous high amount of legumes. half the timed they're just boiled and unsalted.

Will be a competitive dad. I mean, he will make everything a competition. who will wash the dishes faster? who will get to the bottom of the stairs first?

If you play competitive sports with him prepare to be absolutely destroyed.

But

If you're in any type of competition that he has trained you for, and you win, he will cry literal tears.

Of pride and happiness ofc

You do so much better in his classes now because you've being training 24/7

He won't ever say a thing about your crushes or partners unlike the others, even if he sees the red flags

Because he thinks it's better if you learn this kind of thing on your own, the hard way.

If you have an uterus and suffer from bad period cramps this man will research the whole market as well as natural and magical remedies because nothing should interfere with the grind 💪

[fuwushiguro]

Okay,,, so I’m a barista and I thought of this and I just had to request a Drabble from SOMEONE.

✋🏻 Eren Jeager barista toxic fuck buddy. That spits in your drink 🥤. I hate myself for thinking about this but IM JUST SAYING. I’d drink it ISISKSJAKA like you legit see him doing it and he LOOKS STRAIGHT AT YOU. ISOAOAJS

🦢 Anon (new here but ily)

Notes: welcome baby ily!! Lovely to have u here 🥺 AND THANK U FOR THE YUMMY REQUEST

Warnings: Spit, Toxic Relationship, Cheating.

Eren Yeager x f!Reader

He loves your cunt, it's like a drug to him. That is why he consistently finds himself in the back room of the coffee shop with you with his finger burried deep in your pussy. It's fine, no chance of either of you getting caught which is why you find yourselves here so often. It isn't just any coffee shop. It's his. Well, his and Zeke's.

You boyfriend, Zeke's.

But for whatever reason, Eren enjoys working here while Zeke prefers to manage from the sidelines. He supposes it's because you have become a regular customer now that you get your pussy played with whenever you drop by.

You don't consider it cheating, really, giving each other handjobs in the backroom isn't exactly a loving, intimate act. It's just a little fun. You try to convince yourself it isn't cheating, anyway, but if that were true you wouldn't be doing it in secret behind Zeke's back.

"I want you to- I want you to swallow my spit. Hear me? Lil slut, 'm gonna spit in your mouth and you gotta swallow it f'me." he tells you, you force your lips closed and do your best to moan through your nose so that little dream of his can't come to fruition. "Aw c'mon. Spoil sport... cum on my fingers and moan for me."

You cum, soundlessly. His disappointment is immeasurable as you have disobeyed his every request. You pull up your panties and adjust your skirt before heading back out onto the main floor.

"Be a babe 'n get me a drink," you grin, opening the door. "You know my favourite, right?"

"Course I do. I'll even make it special."

You take a seat on one of the comfortable couches near to Eren so that you can carry on chatting with him while he works. But it's silent between you as he focuses on his customers and your specific order. And your nose is burrowed in your phone.

Your heart twinges as you unlock your phone and are greeted by a photograph of yourself and Zeke on your homescreen. There is guilt inside of you, but you can't bring yourself to stop whatever this is with Eren. You find yourself looking up to him, wishing to admire him.

And that's when you spot him doing something he shouldn't.

His eyes are locked firmly on yours, and he makes no indication that he plans to stop. You watch each other carefully as he deposits a small glob of his spit into your drink. You shake your head, disapprovingly, and he can't help but burst out into fits of laughter.

He knows it isn't funny, it's just so ridiculous he can't seem to stop himself from laughing.

"You really want me to swallow... it, so badly?"

"Looks that way, doesn't it?"

"Idiot, bring it here."

He can't take his eyes off you every time you bring your mug up to your lips. You press it down against the coaster on the table a little harder than you were meaning to, indicating that you were done with a satisfied 'Ah!'

"See, wasn't so bad, huh?" he teases, "Maybe we can try it for real next time we're in the back room."

"Yeah yeah, don't push it Eren."

© 2021 fuwushiguro

[the-bau-quinjet]

You're Teasing Me

Bucky x f!reader

Summary: Sam offers to help you when Bucky refuses to duet with you on karaoke night.

Warnings: promiscuous themes lmao

Word Count: 2200

a/n: we back baby, another karaoke fic lol. This one came to me and I just needed it in my life. Song is Promiscuous Girl by Nelly Furtado feat. Timbaland.

Just bold is you, italics and bold is Sam!

Masterlist

"Bucky, come on!" You pleaded, desperate to get him to agree.

He just huffed, continuing on his path to the kitchen.

"It'll be fun! We can sing something from high school musical! Or something from the 40s!" You tried encouraging him with a song choice.

"Look, Doll. I don't sing. I just can't do it." He wouldn't look at you, no matter where you placed yourself in the room.

"That's not true. I've heard you sing!" You challenged, completely making up the statement.

"Okay, well I don't sing in front of people." He eyes you suspiciously, wondering when you could have heard him singing. "At least, not on purpose."

You let out a low whine, trying to think of a way to convince him. Just then, Sam and Steve walked into the room.

"Uh oh, what did tin man do this time?" Sam chuckled at your pout.

"He won't sing with me at Tony's duets-only karaoke party." It was your turn to huff, jutting out your bottom lip in a pout.

"C'mon Buck! You're a great singer." Steve encouraged his friend, unaware of why he didn't want to do it.

"No can do, punk." Bucky glared at Steve, annoyed that he wasn't on his side.

"I'll do it." Sam cut in, knowing it would annoy Bucky if he sang with you.

"Really?!" You jumped from your seat at the island, excited at the idea of someone singing with you.

"Sure, it'll be fun." Sam replied with mischief in his eyes.

You squealed in excitement, throwing yourself at Sam for a hug.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" You grabbed his hand, dragging him out of the room. "We have to go pick a song!"

Steve turned back to Bucky after laughing at your childlike enthusiasm, not missing the glare on the brunette's face.

Steve just shook his head, laughing again. "You could have just agreed to sing with her."

"I could not. I can't take that chance! What if I stared at her for too long and she figured everything out!" Bucky exclaimed, affronted by Steve's statement.

"Would that be such a bad thing?" Steve knew this conversation would lead nowhere, but he was going to try anyway. "Maybe there's a reason she asked you?"

"Because I'm her friend." Bucky glared again. "That's how she sees me."

"I think you're wrong." Steve shook his head, leaving Bucky to contemplate his decisions alone in the kitchen

-

"Let's cut to the chase." Sam started talking, cutting off your list of song choices.

"About what?" You questioned back, thrown off by the statement.

"You've got a thing for Buckaroo." He said it with so much confidence, you almost forgot to deny it.

"No, I don-"

"And he's got a thing for you." Sam cut you off, you're eyes going wide.

"He what? How do you know that?" You narrowed your eyes, wanting to know more, but not knowing if you could fully trust Sam.

"Look, I wouldn't joke about this. I can tell Barnes likes you, specifically because of how much he denies it."

You bit your lip in thought, wondering if it could really be true. Ultimately, you tried to change the subject.

"Can't we just pick a song?"

"That's why I brought it up. I think I know a way to get him to admit his feelings..." Sam grinned, the same mischievous twinkle in his eyes as he had in the kitchen.

"O-okay. How?" You slowly asked, unsure if a plan concocted by Sam WIlson would pan out.

"The song choice. I've got the best one to make him regret not agreeing to sing with you."

He smirked again, somehow convincing you to follow along with his idea.

-

"Our next duet..." Tony glanced down at his list, scanning for the next two names. "Sam and Y/N!"

You squeezed Sam's hand, still unsure about his plan. You refused to look at Bucky, too nervous to see his expression, completely missing the daggers he was glaring at Sam.

The two of you jumped right into the song Sam chose, wearing completely mismatched expressions.

"Am I throwing you off?"

"Nope"

"Didn't think so."

The instrumental track in the background started to ease your nerves, allowing you to actually enjoy the performance.

"How you doin' young lady? The feelin' that your givin' really drives me crazy."

Sam was all smiles, doing his best to keep your nerves from getting the best of you.

Bucky choked on his drink when he took in the song. He had never heard it before, but judging by the first few lines he wasn't going to like that it was Sam singing with you.

"Your dope have a player 'bout to choke. I was at a loss of words, first time that we spoke."

Bucky let the words sink in. He knew Sam must've chosen this song. It wasn't even in the top twenty suggestions you gave him when you were asking him to sing.

Bucky's 'player' status from the 40s never really came back in the present. He was too guilty, too stuck in his head with everything he had been through.

The first time he met you, he was speechless. You were so kind and accepting, he didn't know how to respond to your compliments and reassurance.

"If you lookin' for a girl that'll treat you right, if you lookin' for her in the daytime with the light..."

You still refused to make eye contact with Bucky, knowing if it didn't go well you would mess up the rest of the song.

Bucky held his breath as you started singing. Everything you said applied directly to him, but you were singing to Sam.

"You might be the type if I play my cards right. I'll find out by the end of the night."

Sam winked at you causing Bucky to feel a pit of jealousy growing in his stomach, just wanting the song to be over so he could talk to you.

"You expect me to just let you hit it, but will you still respect me if you get it?"

Sam grinned like a man possessed, knowing the next line would really get to Bucky.

"All I can do is try, gimme one chance."

He looked directly at Bucky. It was taunting, almost as if he was saying "this could have been you."

"What's the problem, I don't see no ring on your hand."

Bucky was seeing red. He knew Sam was doing this to mess with him, but he couldn't figure out why you would agree to it.

Maybe Sam told you about Bucky's crush? But, you wouldn't tease him like this. Not unless...

He tuned back into your performance just in time for the chorus.

"Promiscuous girl, wherever you are. I'm all alone, and it's you that I want."

Sam subtly gestured for you to look at Bucky, encouraging you to take a chance. You made direct eye contact with him as you sang, trying to listen to Sam's advice.

"Promiscuous boy, you already know, that I'm all yours what are you waiting for?"

Bucky couldn't stop the ear to ear smile from growing on his face as you sang those words directly to him. You smiled right back, nerves fading completely due to the look on his face.

You threw yourself into the performance, really wanting to give him a show now that you were confident Sam was right.

"Promiscuous girl, you're teasing me. You know what I want, and you got what I need."

Sam looked between you and Bucky, a smug smile appearing on his face. Of course he was right.

You surprised both Sam and Bucky as you kept singing, dancing with Sam in a less than platonic way.

"Promiscuous boy, let's get to the point. 'Cause we're on a roll, you ready?"

Sam faltered for a second before realizing, you were trying to tease Bucky for waiting so long. Teasing Bucky is definitely something he could get on board with.

The two of you danced around the stage, having the time of your lives. Every so often, you would look at Bucky, making sure he was still enjoying the show.

"Roses are read, some diamonds are blue. Chivalry is dead but you're still kinda cute."

Bucky blushed as you made eye contact again. The way you were dancing with Sam filled him with a mixture of jealousy and arousal.

"Hey, I can't keep my mind off you. Where you at? Do you mind if I come through?"

Steve clapped Bucky on his back, drawing his attention from the two of you as you continued the song.

"Don't say it, punk." Bucky was trying to sound intimidating, but the lovestruck look on his face did little to aid him.

"I'm going to say it, jerk. That could've been you up there. Singing..." Steve drew out the pause. "Dancing..." He chuckled as Bucky blushed further.

Steve himself blushed as you and Sam performed, although not for the same reasons as Bucky. He just wasn't used to modern dancing.

Bucky waved him off as he once again made eye contact with you.

"I'm a big girl I can handle myself, but if I get lonely I'ma need your help. Pay attention to me, I don't talk for my health."

You moved your body against Sam's slowly, dragging out the moves as you smirked at Bucky.

"I want you on my team."

"So does everybody else."

You pouted your lips before your tongue darted out to lick the bottom one. You couldn't help but bite your lip at the thought of finally talking to Bucky when this was over.

"Baby, we can keep it on the low. Let your guard down, ain't nobody gotta know. If you with it girl, I know a place we can go."

You finally separated from Sam, looking at him in mock offense to play up the song. You put your hand not holding the mic over your heart, shaking your head with an innocent expression.

"What kinda girl do you take me for?"

You and Sam danced around through another chorus, although much less suggestively than your previous moves.

The song was like static in Bucky's ears as he stared at you, willing time to move faster so he could finally talk to you.

Sam kept smirking at Bucky as he sang, thoroughly enjoying the other man's misery at watching you and him perform.

"Wait, I don't mean no harm. I can see you with my t-shirt on."

"I can see you with nothing on, feeling on me before you bring that on."

You fanned yourself and bit your lip, playing up the sexual themes of the song. Everyone was having a blast watching and listening to you and Sam.

Nat and Wanda were dancing, knowing smiles on their faces as you shamelessly stared at Bucky during the dirtiest parts of the song, knowing you'd get a rise out of him.

Steve kept looking between you, Sam, and Bucky, for once enjoying that he wasn't the one being teased with sexual dancing.

Tony was trying to grind on Pepper, the two of them laughing and smiling as she swatted him away.

You jumped around the stage through the ending of the song, feeling freer than ever knowing your secret was basically out. Anyone who didn't know, clearly wasn't paying enough attention.

You and Sam slid an arm around each other as you finished the song, taking a bow as everyone cheered you on.

As you left the stage, Sam addressed the applause. "Thank you! Thank you!" He bowed again. "I would like to point out, that song was my choice. You're welcome." He said the last part directly to Bucky, ignoring the ever present glares being thrown at him.

You cleared your throat once you were close enough, drawing Bucky's attention away from Sam, who for some reason was still onstage.

"That was quite the performance, doll." Bucky smiled, slightly nervous now that you were so close.

"Well, I had to make you'd regret not agreeing to sing with me." You cheekily replied, still basking in your karaoke confidence. You moved closer, putting one hand on his chest and reaching the other for the back of his neck.

Bucky groaned at the feeling of your hands on him, reciprocating the touches. He moved a hand to your waist, the other taking up residence on your cheek.

"You're teasing me." You whispered as he just stared at you.

"I'd say it's only fair. I had to watch you dance with Sam." Bucky grinned, enjoying the banter.

"That's your own fault." You huffed, annoyed it was taking so long for him to kiss you. "I asked- no, begged you to do karaoke with me. It's not my fault you-"

He cut you off, pressing his lips to your own. You immediately reciprocated the action, eagerly pulling him closer.

"Let me make it up to you." Bucky breathe out when you finally pulled apart for air.

You smiled, fully separating yourself from him and walking toward the door.

When you were a few steps away from him, you turned back, looking him up and down. "What are you waiting for?"

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How You Meet // Volleyball! reader

Pairing: Bokuto Kotaro / Nishinoya Yu / Oikawa Tooru x fem! volleyball! reader

Genre: Crack. Pure crack.

Warnings: cursing

Word Count: 2.5 k 

Summary: You are a volleyball player in the same position as the boy, and he is taken aback at your beauty and skills. 

A/N: all of the boys would just be so supportive and hrng need me a volleyball boy

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Bokuto K. 

Bokuto would prolly be the one that suggested cheering for the Fukurodani girls team

Like he and his bros are bored between matches

And he notices the girls are on in a different court

So he manages to drag akaashi and a couple others to go watch with him

So they enter the stands...

Bokuto walk through the door to the stands and he is immediately blown away.

"Y/n!" Your setter nearly screams. You, eyes still trained on the blockers across from you, answer with a small smirk that sends Bokuto's head spinning.

"Here I come!" You yell in response, vocalizing your claim on the ball. You squat then set off running towards the net. At the last moment you push off of your feet and jump, albeit not as high as Bokuto could, but high nonetheless for your stature. Your arm shoots up and makes contact with the ball with a satisfying smack.

In front of you are two freakishly tall blockers, and Bokuto doesn't know how you'll get the ball past. But, as soon as the ball leaves your hand, it seems to find a small gap in their block and blows past it, landing on the other side of the court in the blink of an eye.

Once everyone lands on the floor again, both teams look up at the referee. He blows his whistle and raises his arm towards the Fukurodani side of the court. The Fukurodani girls erupt into cheers and surround the girl apparently named Y/n.

The setter cheers, claps Y/n on the back and shouts. "That's our ace!"

Bokuto watches her in awe as she flashes a gorgeous smile and shyly tucks a stray hair behind her ear.

"C'mon, are you gonna sit or just stand there like an idiot?" Akaashi tugs Bokuto by the back of his collar, not giving him a choice to stand there for longer.

"She's the ace..." Bokuto mumbles dreamily.

"Yeah no shit, that was insane, blowing through that block." Akaashi mutters, no choice but to agree. He drags Bokuto to where the rest of the team has already sat down and pulls him into the seat.

"She's amazing," Bokuto breathes, his eyes still locked on you.

"Quit it before you start drooling," Akaashi rolled his eyes.

But Bokuto couldn't. From your receives to your serves, every movement you made he was mesmerized. And before he knew it Fukurodani had won consecutive sets.

Once he saw you and your team leave the court, he shot up from his seat.

"I've gotta meet her!"

Akaashi looked up at him with wide eyes. "Wait-"

But Bokuto was already leaping over chairs and scrambling to the door. Akaashi stood up too and, with a resigned sigh, followed him too.

Bokuto didn't stop running until he made it to the first floor. He skidded around a corner and finally locked eyes with you. He couldn't help himself and ran up to you, absolutely panting from the running he had done.

"You-" pant "were fucking" pant "amazing!"

Embarrassment flooded your system and you looked down at the floor nervously. The setter walked up and put herself in between you and Bokuto.

"Back away from our ace, owl-boy," she hissed. "Don't think we didn't notice you drooling over our captain during the game."

Normally you would be more confident, but once one of your teammates pointed out the boy in the stands going absolutely apeshit for you, it started to eat at you. The embarrassment of a guy - a hot one at that - calling your name from the stands and drawing everyone's attention was just too much for you.

"You're the captain too? No wonder! I am too, Im-"

"Bokuto Kotaro, I know who you are," you cut him off and put your hand on your setters shoulder. "It's okay, I can handle him."

Warily, your setter backed down and joined the rest of the team cooling down.

"You know who I am?" Bokuto beamed, his chest puffing up.

"Of course," you rolled your eyes. "You're one of Japan's top five aces. And you go to our school."

"Why hadn't I ever seen you before?" Bokuto gushed.

It was at this point that Akaashi finally caught up. "Because you leave all the grunt work to me," he sighed. He looked at you and gave you a slight nod. "Y/n."

"Akaashi," you smiled and replied.

"You know her?" Bokuto nearly yelled.

"Duh," Akaashi rolled his eyes. "We coordinate stuff together like the buses or practice."

"I wanna know her," Bokuto pouted at Akaashi. Akaashi rolled his eyes and sighed.

"What he's asking if you'd go get lunch with him sometime," Akaashi looked at you, speaking for Bokuto.

You felt a heat rising to your cheeks. 

“Sure,” you smiled. It couldn’t hurt to go out with the absolute hottie who was cheering for you all game. 

“Great!” Bokuto shouted and grabbed your hand. He started pulling you away from your team. 

“W-wait, right now?” You looked back at your setter for help, but she just shrugged. 

“I’ll cover for you!” She called as you got dragged away by the excited boy. 

You had no idea what you were in for. 

Nishinoya Y. 

Noya was definitely the one who suggested watching the girls

Girls playing his favorite sport?? What could be better?

He was able to drag most of Kurasuno to watch the girls 

Daichi ofc came to support the other captain, Yui Michimiya

But little did he know after he sat down that he was in for a big surprise

The whistle blew and a girl with h/c hair stood at the sidelines with her sign. She and another girl from the team switched out, and when they did there was a commotion in the stands. 

“Oh my god, finally! L/n is back in!” A girl in the row in front of the boys cheered.

“I know, I still can’t get over her last receive,” the other girl gushed. 

Noya looked back at you and noted the reversed colors of your jersey. 

So, she’s a libero huh, he thought to himself. He looked you closer and thought that you were a little cute. 

The game resumed and a long volley started. It looked like it was about to end when the other team set up for an unblocked spike. The setter had feinted and sent all the blockers to cover another spiker so that their one player could hit unmarked. Not a single soul was on that side of the court, and Noya could feel himself wincing as the spiker hit the ball. That was going to hurt. They were already down too many points and really didn’t stand a chance of winning. 

He waited for the ball to hit the ground, but in the blink of an eye, you were there and the ball was up. 

You called the name of your setter and quickly she set it up for one of your spikers. Since the other team had thought the had this in the bag, they were not ready for the counter attack and Kurasuno got the point. 

“Did you see that?” Hinata gushed and leaned over Noya’s shoulder. “She totally just did rolling thunder! She was like whoosh and swoosh and the bam!”

Noya nodded enthusiastically. “That was an amazing receive!” 

After that, Noya began cheering every time you made a receive, even if it wasn’t a hard one. You started noticing very early on and part of your attention was focused on the short king in the stands. You did your best to ignore it and keep your head in the game, but its kind of hard to ignore a hot boy cheering for every move you make. 

You were almost glad when the game was over. 

“Hey, Y/n,” one of your blockers smirked. “Looks like you’ve got yourself a fan.”

“I will murder you with my bare hands,” you growled, tired of the team’s teasing. They had not let up on the whole fan thing since Noya had started up in the stand, and frankly, you were tired of it. 

“Ouch, save some of your love for your boyfriend,” the blocker smiled. She then looked at something behind you and smiled even wider. 

“He’s not my boyfriend! Listen if I see that guy again, all shit will break loose- what? What are you smiling- oh.” You turned around to see the boy in the stands standing awkwardly behind you. 

“Hi,” he smiled and waved. He was acting quite demure, a stark contrast from his shenanigans in the stands. Now that he was closer, you kinda had to admit. He was kind of, sort of cute. “You were really good out there. Really impressive. Sorry if my cheers were distracting, you were just so good.”

You seemed to have lost your steam, because you couldn’t bring yourself to yell at this genuinely kind and supportive boy. Instead you rubbed the back of your neck nervously and broke eye contact. “Uh, thanks,” was all you could mumble. 

“Wanna practice together sometime?” He suggested, a nervous smile on his face. 

“Yeah sure, if you can keep up,” you responded. 

“Oh don’t worry, about me,” he puffed out his chest dramatically. 

“Okay,” you laughed a little. You pulled out your phone and handed it to him. He looked at you quizically for a second. “Number?”

At that he flushed bright red. “Oh, uh, yeah,” he stumbled over his words, typing his number in quickly. Once he was done he handed the phone back. 

“I’ll text you sometime,” you smiled and walked back to your team. Immediately after you turned around you heard an energetic voice shout. 

“Did Noya-senpai just get a date?”

After that you heard a scuffle that you only assumed was Noya silencing the other boy. 

Oikawa T. 

Okay lets be honest

The last place he wanted to be was in the stands watching girls play

First of all he could have his ~fans~ doting on him

Second of all he could be practicing

Third of all he could be watching the team they were slotted to go up against next

But all of those other options were out of the question when Iwaizumi decided that Oikawa needed a break

(and also didn’t need to be near his fans)

So grumpily Oikawa will sit in the stands to watch your game, but he’s not really watching

Instead he’s watching a match on his phone

that is until Iwaizumi says something that peaks his interest...

“Holy fuck, that’s the captains fourth service ace.”

Oikawa frowned. It was a simple sentence really, one he had heard a million times. The difference was that usually it was aimed at him, not someone else. 

Oikawa looked up from his phone to see who was apparently the  Aoba Johsai girl’s team captain. It was hard to tell from this far away, but Oikawa’s senses told him that she was a looker. The way she carried herself it was obvious that she was confident in what she was doing, and that to Oikawa was enough. 

He put down his phone and leaned forward in his chair. He was invested now, whether he liked it or not. 

He watched as the referee blew their whistle and you lined up for your serve. You threw the ball up and jumped, hitting it mid air and sending it straight to the other teams side. It landed in bounds with a satisfying thwack, completely unimpeded by the other team’s girls. 

Iwaizumi let out a low whistle. “That’s five.”

“I can count, thanks,” Oikawa snapped dryly. 

Iwaizumi looked over, cocking his eyebrow. “I didn’t know you were paying attention.”

“Well I am now.”

Iwazumi shrugged and turned back to the game. You lined up for your next serve and hit it, but this time the other team’s libero picked it up. After that your team had a chance ball. 

Oikawa huffed. 

“What, shittykawa?”

“She should have kept aiming at their number 4. She got confident aiming for their libero,” Oikawa stated matter-of-factly. 

“How do you know she was aiming for the libero?” Iwaizumi retorted. “What if it was just on accident?”

Oikawa rolled his eyes. “You don’t get five services aces and not be able to aim in the air.”

Iwaizumi shrugged. “I’m just saying it could have been an accident. Like you said, she was on a roll aiming and scoring off of their number four. Why would she switch that up?”

Oikawa pursed his lips. 

“You never know unless you ask,” Iwaizumi added slyly. “Not that you will.”

Oikawa whirled on Iwaizumi. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I mean,” Iwaizumi started without looking over at Oikawa. “You don’t talk to girls unless they fawn all over you.”

“Not true,” Oikawa huffed.

Iwaizumi just shrugged. 

“That’s not true!” Oikawa repeated in frustration. 

“Then prove it,” Iwaizumi replied bluntly. 

“Besides, how do you know she won’t like me?”

Iwaizumi laughed. 

“What?” Oikawa grit his teeth, starting to get annoyed at Iwaizumi. 

“You don’t remember?” Iwaizumi shot Oikawa a side glance. 

Oikawa just glared at Iwaizumi. 

“Hey, fine.” Iwaizumi sighed. He turned back to the game. “You hit on her at school a while back and she didn’t give you the time of day.”

Oikawa snorted. “I do not ‘hit on’ people.”

Iwaizumi shrugged. 

“Fine, come with me then,” Oikawa nearly growled. He got up from his seat and marched away. Iwaizumi sighed but got up. The game was already over and he was upset that he couldn’t enjoy it, but what did he expect from watching it with Oikawa. 

Oikawa stomped his way all the way downstairs and was a fuming mess when he finally stopped in front of you. You waved off the teammates you were walking with to go ahead and stopped to see what The Oikawa Tooru wanted from you. 

“Did you purposefully aim for the libero after the five service aces?” He growled. 

“I don’t know what crawled up your ass, but usually you’re supposed to congratulate someone on that kind of shit,” you smirked, enjoying Oikawa’s bad mood.  

“Congratulations,” he forced a smile and said sweetly. “Now did you or did you not?” 

You grinned. “How about we make a deal?”

Oikawa cocked an eyebrow but let you continue. 

“You watch out next game, and let me know if I did.”

Oikawa scoffed. “That’s hardly a deal that favors me.”

“You’re smart,” you shrugged. “You’ll figure it out.” You took your leave at that, leaving Oikawa behind, still frustrated. 

But he couldn’t help but want to watch your next game, for some odd reason. Maybe this deal wasn’t too bad. 

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Talk To Me

For @the-ss-horniest-book-club Drunk Drabbles and @redhead-wine-and-literature-club Drunk In Love Challenge - Day 15 - Lovesick ...with Bucky Barnes

This is a prompt from @aliceaddellheidde who is so kind and supportive - I hope you like this Valentine for you 💕

1. “Be mine until the end of time.”

5. “You’re more than just a one night stand.”

19. One person stopping a kiss to ask “Do you want to do this?”, only to have the other person answer with a deeper, more passionate kiss

Warnings: bit of angst and anxiety, miscommunication, non-descriptive & vague smut, I have no idea how this got so long - my blogs are 18+ spaces always.

It's only been two weeks since that night with Bucky, but in your anxious, over-hyped brain it felt like months.

Mornings of awkward side-steps to avoid each other in the kitchen and hands brushing while reaching for milk and mugs, then pulling back as if his touch was enough to burn you. Briefings spent studiously ignoring each other. Dinners at opposite ends of the table, where you opted to eat quickly and make an early escape nightly.

Let's not even mention the horror of the gym. If you saw him there, shirtless in his workout shorts, you just turned the other way and vacated the entire area... sometimes the entire building.

Nat tried to talk to you and get you to open up, but you weren't budging. Finally, after two awkward weeks for everyone, it fell to Steve.

"Alright, pal," he said softly, walking next to you in Central Park since you had refused to discuss anything in the Tower, "let's hear it. What's going on with you and Bucky?"

A heavy sigh, and a pain in your chest. "Nothing. Absolutely, completely nothing."

"C'mon, something happened."

"HappenED, Steven. Past tense."

He put his hand on your arm to stop you, looking into your eyes with his sincere gaze. "You gotta tell me what's going on."

You stared at the pavement, sighed again, and started talking.

Two weeks ago...

Another party. A nightmare for your anxiety but at least you had Bucky. He was always someone to cling to at these events, quick with a joke to make you smile or a getaway when it was just too much. Of course you had a huge crush on him but you felt almost comforted in your belief that he would never know and even if he did he would certainly never act on it.

But that night he did.

At the doorway to your room you turned your head, not knowing that Bucky was aiming for a kiss on your cheek. Your lips collided and you pulled away with a nervous giggle but stood frozen in place, eyes locked on his, feeling the air between you charge up with an unfamiliar energy.

You nearly fell into your room, held tightly in Bucky's arms, mouths hungrily seeking each other out. An unlikely night of wordless passion - notable because there were no words, then or in the morning when you found your bed cold and empty. No notes, no texts, no messages - and Bucky gone, on a mission with Nat and Steve.

You saw him in the hallway when he had returned, and bolted in the other direction.

There were no words you wanted to give. Just the cold, hard feeling in your chest when you thought of him, the memories of that night frozen in an ache that lived in your heart. You weren't enough and his presence was always there to remind you. Lovesick, with no cure.

"Okay, but," Steve squeezed your hands, "you never gave him a chance to explain."

"Explain what?" You pulled your hands back, hugging yourself. "That he didn't want me?"

"You don't know that. Bucky has a hard time opening up under the best of circumstances, but if someone is going out of their way to avoid him? Impossible."

A little bit of guilt is starting to edge in for the way you've been acting. "Did you talk to him about this?"

"Yeah, he wouldn't say a thing. Figured I could get you to talk, though."

Steve gives you a little grin, and you narrow your eyes. "You're sneaky, but you're making sense. It's just...this is hard. Really hard for me. I'm not good at this," you admit, biting your lip and keeping your arms tight around yourself still. Steve pries them away, holding your hands in his and making you meet his gaze.

"Neither is Bucky. Talk to him."

It's with that pain in your chest that lives next to the heavy beat of your heart that you knock on Bucky's door that night, long after the Tower has quieted down for the night. Bucky opens the door and his eyes open wide at the sight of you, and he stands in silence waiting for you to speak.

"Can I come in?" Your voice sounds small to you but it echoes in your head as you wait for Bucky to step to the side so you can pass through. It's still quiet inside, Bucky staring at you and the ice in your chest thaws and a river of words flow out.

"You left, and you didn't leave a note. No note, no text, nothing. What was I supposed to think? The only thing I could think, which was that you didn't want me, you don't want me."

A little panic is starting to rise in his eyes, and he reaches for you, "doll..."

"You know how I get, how I am. What was I supposed to think?" You ask again, lip trembling as tears threaten to spill.

"I know, I know," Bucky rushes forward, cupping your cheeks with both hands, warm and cool. "I'm sorry, I should have said something."

"And we ruined our friendship for a one night stand that you didn't even want in the first place."

The first tears start to fall and he brushes them away, his face growing more serious. "No, that's not true. You’re more than just a one night stand." Shaking your head, you try to step back but Bucky's hold is firm. "I'm not always good with words, doll. Let me show you," he pulls you in and your breath stutters in your throat, "let me show you how much I want you."

His lips on yours bring all the memories crashing back and you're feeling weak in his arms, letting him lead you and guide you. When you break apart for air, your eyes open slowly to see his, all dark and fixed on you. "Are you sure, Bucky? Do you want to do this?"

The answer is a kiss that soothes all the ache in your heart, a kiss that doesn't need words to back it up. If this is how Bucky Barnes is going to communicate with you, then you just need to let that be enough and listen, because his heart is speaking to yours.

In his bed, your head is swimming with emotions as he takes his time revealing you to his eyes. He holds his breath as you explore him with your fingers - the line and form of him that you remember from that night, the memory grown sweet again in this moment.

"I need you to talk to me, Bucky," you ask softly, while you're both still as you adjust to the feeling of him inside you. "I need to hear what you're thinking."

He understands, and he kisses your lips, another sign of reassurance. "I want you," he whispers against your skin, lips dragging open mouthed and heated. "I need you," his mouth travels lower and his hips start to move, your whimpers joining his words. "I'll never let you think that I don't want you again. I promise." His eyes are back on yours, and his hands link with yours and his body joins to yours - and he's yours. "Be mine," he says and you nod, your pleasure written all over your face.

"Be mine until the end of time."

"Yes."

The bed is warm in the morning and Bucky is still pressed to you, holding you in his arms. You smile when you open your eyes and see him looking at you.

"G'morning," he drawls, low and husky in your ear as he cuddles in close.

"Good morning," you answer, but your voice is thick with tears again and he lifts his head to look up at you.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

"I'm sorry, Bucky, I'm so sorry."

"Don't cry, babydoll, I'm sorry too."

"I want to wake up like this every morning, okay?" He nods, smiling at you and kissing you softly. "I was just sick without you, Bucky. I thought there wasn't a cure, but I was wrong. It's you. It's always been you."

[the-duke-of-nuts]

Is This Coffee Hot Or Is It Just You?

Day 3: Coffee Shop @dukexietyweek 

Summary: Virgil finds out that a certain someone happens to work at the local coffee shop

Pairing: Dukexiety

Word Count: 1389

Warnings: Food Mention, Innuendos, Violence Mention, Literally all of my fics contain swearing so there’s that I guess

Tag List: @idontcareaboutcanon (If anyone else wants to be added just let me know)

Ah Coffee shops. Virgil never understood the appeal about a place filled with nothing but caffine, free WIFI, hipsters, and pastries. He certainly also didn't understand why he agreed to go to the local one near his apartment that his friends kept oh so begging him to go to for some reason. Well, by "friends" it was mostly Patton and Roman. His other two friends could care less about the place just as much as him. But here he was opening the door to the quiet semi-crowded shop. There was an oddly comforting atmosphere to it. The lights were dim, random relaxing music can be heard through the speakers, various different tea boxes and mugs hung on the shelves. "Maybe this place isn't so bad." Virgil thought to himself as he looked around the room. He walked forward to the counter as he happened to be the next person in line but then he saw him.

You gotta be fucking kidding me.

Remus Pierce. The same Remus Pierce that always flirted with him in high school. The same Remus Pierce that casually ate juiced bread at lunch to gross people out. The same Remus Pierce that Virgil secretly had a crush- 

"Well hello there customer~ What can I get you~?" The said mustached, silver streaked hair barista asked smirking. "Coffee." Virgil deadpanned. "I'm afraid you're gonna need to be more specific than that." "Like my soul." Virgil glared. "Alright so black it is. And a name?" Remus smirked as he uncapped a marker and held an empty coffee cup. "Oh my god Remus you already know my-" Virgil took a deep breath in so he could stop himself from getting angry and causing an unnecessary scene and answered with a fake smile "Virgil." "I'm sorry can you spell that for me please? I don't wanna misspell a hottie like yours name like everybody else here does to the other customers."

That damn cocky smirk.

Virgil just wanted to kiss- punch that smug look off his face. "V-I-R-G-I-L." "Okay S-E-X-Y got it. Your beverage should be hot and ready for you shortly." Remus winked and booped Virgil's nose as he walked off to go make the emo's coffee. Virgil growled blushing and buried his face in his hands.

Damn him for being so hot- horrible!

Remus soon came back with Virgil's coffee and dramatically bowed as he held the cup for him to take."For you, my 'Bittersweet Symphony'. "Thanks..." Virgil hesitantly took the beverage. "How much?" He asked as he placed the cup down and reached for his wallet. "Oh for you it's on the house!" "Thanks I guess?" Remus smiled and responded with a nod and a hum.

You gorgeous fuck stop smiling!

Virgil's heart started beating a little faster. Surely Remus wasn't having this effect on him right? They've known each other since high school. There was nothing to be nervous about. The only reason Virgil didn't hear much about the barista after that was because Roman hardly ever talked about him. "So... You work here." Virgil stated as he tried to start a conversation. "Yup! Have been for a couple of months now. What about you? Do you do anything nowadays?" "Of course I do I do a lot of stuff!" Virgil immediately answered. " Oh really? Like what?" Remus asked amused. "Stuff..." Virgil half mumbled as he looked away. Remus cackled.

That disgustingly beautiful laugh.

"Vee Vee, I've known you long enough to know that you're not fully being honest because you're either 1, ashamed or 2, scared of what I'm gonna say. Now c'mon what do you actually do? I promise I won't judge." Virgil blushed. Was he really that readable?

"Fine. It's not like you care or anything but I write poems and sell them."

"Nice. Maybe one of these days you can read me one of your angsty emo sonnets. OOH! Or better yet I can help you write some juicy-"

"Not happening!"

"Fine fine suit yourself." Remus chuckled. "So what brings you here Finding Emo?"

"Prince Drama Queen and Chocolate Chip Cookies."

"Ah so Romano and Patty. That figures. You sure it wasn't for another reason~?"

"No?"

"C'mon admit it. I know you missed me~" Remus smirked playfully pinching Virgil's cheek. "I didn't even know you worked here!" Virgil blushed as he swatted Remus' hand away. "Yeah but now you do and you can see me aaaaanytime you want." "Whatever..." Virgil crossed his arms and looked away.

There soon became a silence between them. Since when did Remus' eyes get prettier? Maybe it was the eyeshadow? No he always had that. Maybe it was because they were a deep chocolate brown? His hair and lips definitely looked softer and- Shit! Virgil was staring!

Get out of there! Get out of there now!

"Anyways I should get going and uh-" Virgil cleared his throat as he picked up his coffee and turned around to leave as quick as possible but Remus stopped him. "Wait uh Virgil, can I ask you something?" Ah yes every anxiety-ridden person's favorite question. "You just did." Virgil deadpanned trying to play off his anxiousness. "You know what I meant!" Remus said slightly irritated.

"Fine. What is it?"

"Okay so I was wondering if you maybe wanted to hang out together later after my shift?"

Virgil blushed. "Like a date?" "If you want it to be~" Remus wiggled his eyebrows and winked. "But in all seriousness yeah kind of." A date!? Remus was far from being the romantic type. This had to be a trick right!?

"Remus I-"

"Look, I know you don't like me much and you probably hate me, but just give me this one chance... Please?" Remus took Virgil's hand and gave him a pleading look. Virgil unconsciously held Remus' hand tighter staring into his eyes. He felt bad. Did Remus really think he actually hated him? That was far from the truth. Virgil loved him. He loved him so damn much since the moment he first laid eyes on him. He just didn't know how to tell him. Let alone show him. 

Virgil sighed. "Fine. One date and that's it. If I actually have a good time, I'll maybe consider going on some more with you. If not, then whatever we have going on between us isn't happening.” That was an obvious lie. Virgil would've agreed to go on countless ones regardless of the outcome and accept to being Remus' boyfriend if he asked but he never wanted to actually admit that to the barista's face.

"I won't disappoint!" Remus smiled getting a little excited. "Yeah yeah whatever. Just out of curiosity, what exactly is this date?" Virgil asked knowing fully well that this "date" the barista had planned was far from his twin's definition. Remus smirked and leaned forward for only Virgil to hear. "Two words. Baseball bats and breaking shit." There's the Remus he knew and loved.

Still chaotic as ever.

Virgil smiled. "Alright you've piqued my interest." "I'm glad I did. If I'm lucky, we both know what happens after the first date~" Remus smirked wiggling his eyebrows. "Shut up. You wish." Virgil blushed holding back a laugh and playfully pushed Remus' face away. Remus cackled.

"A man can fantasize."

"Yeah a little too much."

"So you have thought about-"

"Pierce! Stop flirting with the customers and get back to work!"

Remus rolled his eyes annoyed at his manager's voice in the distance. "I gotta go. My shift ends in like 2 hours and I put my number on the cup so just call or text me or come back by then." "Alright." Remus smirked. "What!?" Virgil blushed confused but immediately realized what that smirk meant.

Oh no.

Remus practically made this phrase a tradition everytime they said bye to each other. "I love you no homo." Yup there it was. Virgil sighed and facepalmed "I love you too no homo..." Remus smiled satisfied that Virgil still said it back since the day they first met.

"Later."

"Later."

 Virgil picked his coffee up and left and smiled to himself as soon as he went outside. After all of these years, he's still a dork. That's what Virgil always loved about Remus. And with that final thought, Virgil finally sipped his coffee and his smile grew wider.

He remembered exactly how I liked it.

[rodeo-boots]

Uhum hey! Could you do a oneshot of Arthur with a short and chubby wife? Modern AU if possible? Sorry for being so specific... Anyways, many thanks!!

Thanks so much for the request, and sorry for the long wait! I hope this adds up to what you've wanted<3

Rating: General

Words: 1405

Warnings: Insecurity; mentioned workplace bullying because of reader's weight

AO3

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Work was hard. That's often how it went, your days dragging like pulling teeth, passing agonizingly slow while you did the best to stay on track. It didn't help that your colleagues could be proper bullies of their own, didn't help that your manager demanded you prove yourself more than anyone else around you.

In your eyes, the treatment you received was downright unfair, but you were used to it by now. You've given up on complaining, on trying to talk things through. It had only gotten worse every time you've tried in the past and at this point, you were tired of it.

You had every right to feel good, to be happy, freshly wed and just back from your honeymoon with Arthur. On your first day already, everyone around you had voiced their displeasure at your absence. As if they had any right to take it from you.

In the afternoon, you finally returned home, pulling into the driveway with a relieved sigh leaving your lips, seeing Arthur's truck parked where it always was. He wasn't a stay-at-home husband, but he spent his time around your property more often than not, working whenever he was needed on the farm led by his adoptive fathers and driving out there whenever one of the animals needed his help. As a veterinarian, that was to be expected of him.

Instead of climbing out of the driver's seat the moment you shut off the engine, you remained sitting inside, reminding yourself to take deep breaths and put on a smile. It was alright. You were home, and so was he. The day was over, and the next one was nothing you had to concern yourself with. Though you couldn't exactly help yourself. It took a while until you felt composed enough to face your husband, to pretend like your first day back at work had gone well and that you were feeling fine. There was no reason to lie to him, you trusted him more than most people in your life, you just didn't want him to be concerned.

And so you stepped inside, moving quietly as you placed your bag down at the door, shrugging out of the jacket you had worn all day. No matter how hot it was by now, late spring often turning out a lot warmer than what was to be expected, the extra layer of clothing had given you some comfort, had spared you the harsh comments you usually endured.

You didn't see Arthur immediately, greeted instead by the Foxhound the both of you called your own, Cain, as Dutch had named him. The older man had found the animal on the side of the road one day, bringing him back here instead of giving him to the shelter, well aware that Arthur and you had been looking for a dog for quite some time. He was a blessing to have around, sniffing your leg and yipping happily upon seeing you, wagging his tail when you crouched down to scratch his ears.

It were the faint sounds of the dog that seemed to catch Arthur's attention, a grumble audible from your living room couch as he roused from what you expected to be another hour long nap. He often took them, still recovering from being sick a couple months back, needing all the rest and relaxation he could get in his rather busy day-to-day life.

"Mornin'," he rubbed at his eyes when he eventually stood by your side, looking groggy and downright adorable with his hair disheveled and his face puffy from sleep. You got to your legs, standing to receive the brief peck to your lips he gave you, unable to fully return his smile. Arthur brushed hair out of your forehead, his brows furrowing slightly while his bright blue eyes searched your expression. "Everythin' alright?" He knew you much too well, knew your every mood and the way you looked when you were down. Sometimes you wished he didn't.

You exhaled deeply, swallowing instead of giving him an answer right away. "It's fine, just... work was exhausting." Which was the truth, though your exhaustion mainly stemmed from something different than the labor you had needed to do.

Arthur hummed lightly, his arm gently wrapping around your waist. "C'mon, let's sit down then. I'll make you lunch," he offered, but you shook your head right away.

"M'not hungry."

"Horseshit, you ain't eaten since breakfast, sit down." Arthur led you to the couch, letting you sink down into the comfortable cushions. You held onto his wrist as he turned to go, wishing for him to sit down by your side for a moment.

His gaze was already worried, your attempts at keeping your state of mind concealed apparently for nothing. He sat down by your side, placing his hand on your thigh in a comforting manner, your heart beating a little faster like it always did. No matter how long you've known each other by now, Arthur still made butterflies flutter within your stomach, made you fall deeper in love with you every time your stares locked.

He didn't need to offer you to talk if you needed, because his eyes seemed to say it all, your own hand resting above his when you opened your mouth to speak. "They've made comments again," you revealed, averting your eyes now to avoid catching the expression in his. You knew how much he disliked your workplace, how toxic he thought your coworkers to be. "About how– about how I shouldn't have gone on break when all I did was get fatter," you frowned, trying not to let the words get to you now.

Even before, you had held onto yourself. You weren't a damsel in distress, weren't one to break down and cry about everything. It wasn't an isolated case, anyways. "And how I– how they didn't understand how I got myself a husband at all." You sighed, reaching up to brush your hair away from your face and tuck it behind your ear. "They're right, aren't they? I'm not... you should have a better wife than me." Every time you stared down at yourself, you couldn't quite believe that Arthur had chosen you, unable to see any sort of beauty within you on most days. Least of all when your very own coworkers kept making fun of you.

Arthur softly reached out for you, taking hold of your chin to tilt it upwards to him. He was much taller than you, the difference clear even when you sat down and lounged together. "You know you ain't gotta listen to them," he reminded, his voice softer than it usually sounded. Even though it still was a little gruff from sleep, he spoke as gently as he could, wanting to comfort you in this moment. "And I know it's hard not to, but you're worth so much more than they could get through their pea-brains." In the worst of times, Arthur still managed to bring a smile to your lips, the corners of your mouth tilting upwards ever so slightly.

He leaned in, kissing your temple and nuzzling your forehead, his fingers entangling with your own. "You're beautiful. Inside'n out. And I hate that they try to tell you otherwise, 'cause you deserve bein' treated like a queen." He kissed your cheek, his stubble tickling your skin. "I love everythin' about you, every little bit, you know that?" His eyes found yours again, genuineness within his own. You swallowed lightly and nodded. Arthur would never lie to you, his loving words and expressions entirely sincere.

"And I married you because you're the only one for me. You're everythin' I ever wanted and more, the best woman I ever had the pleasure to meet." He cradled your jaw, running his thumb over your cheek. "Do you wanna sit outside? I'd cook us somethin', give you a chance to unwind. Maybe you'd like a massage later in the evening." His lips shaped a smile, your own mimicking the gesture. It was impossible to start clinging to the bad thoughts when he filled your head with good ones.

You gave him a small nod, letting him lean in to capture your lips for a sweet and loving kiss, humming happily into his mouth. Because Arthur did make you happier than anyone else ever could, and he made even the hardest of days endurable in the very end.

[imma-fucking-nerd]

Canine Conundrum

(Connor x reader x Nines)

A/N: got this funny idea and just had to write it. Don't worry, it's pure fluffff. Literally.

Here's Part 2

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You trudged yourself into the precinct, sighing in relief as you felt the warmth starting to thaw your frozen face. As much as you loved the winter, you fucking hated the cold. Walking to your desk you immediately noticed that both Connor and Conan weren't there. Huh. That was weird. They're always here this early. You thought to yourself. But you simply shrugged it off as you hung your jacket on the back of your chair. They're probably out on an investigation or something.

You sighed softly, missing your greeting from Connor accompanied by a fresh cup of coffee he'd always prepare for you. That meant you had to get it yourself. Hopefully Gavin wasn't here, and with the lack of the presence of Nines you assumed that was the case.

However when you entered the break room you were a bit confused when you saw the DPD's biggest douchebag leaning against the counter. Heading over the coffee machine you started on a cup.

"Where's Nines? It's not like him to not be at work," you asked, keeping your eyes on the coffeemaker.

"Fuck if I know. Wasn't here when I got here. We were supposed to be working on a shitton of reports too. Which I got to do by myself now. Fuckin plastic prick," he grumbled, mumbling the last part to himself.

That only made your confusion grow, it also started to make you worry. Where the hell was he? Maybe he's just with Connor and Hank, wherever they were. Your logical side told you, trying to prevent yourself from overthinking like you always did. 

You gave Gavin a little nod before grabbing your styrofoam cup of coffee and leaving the break room before he had the chance to be a dick about something. You really didn't want to deal with his bullshit right now.

Sitting back at your desk, you got to work filling out reports. It was almost noon when you checked your clock again and there was still no sign of the android brothers. Now your logical thinking was starting to have trouble fighting off the anxiousness. Were they hurt? Were they dead?-

That thought was cut off when you saw Hank walk through the door looking extra done with everything. You got up from your seat and was about to go ask if Connor and Nines were with him when you stopped in your tracks. Following behind Hank were two.....dogs? One german shepard and one husky.

Okay what the hell is going on.

You walked over to Hank and looked down at the dogs who sat themselves beside his desk, the german shepard sitting closer to you. It looked up at you and tilted it's head slightly. You let out a little 'aw' and pet its head, making it's tail start wagging almost immediately. So cute. Reminds you of Connor. When you went to pet the husky too you were met with a glare that made you rethink that decision. You didn't even know dogs could glare.

Looking back up to Hank, who had just slumped down into his chair with a sigh, you sent him a questioning glance.

"What's with the dogs? And where's Connor? He hasn't been here all morning and neither has Nines," worry laced your voice as you questioned the man.

He just looked over to you and gestured vaguely over to the dogs, making you even more confused.

"What? I dont...." you trailed off as you glanced back down to the dogs and thought long and hard about Hanks vague answer.

Before Hank had the chance to just tell you what was going on you suddenly gasped when you finally put the pieces together.

"No!" you looked back down at the dogs with wide eyes and your mouth slightly agape.

"Yep," was all Hank said, popping the 'p'.

"Wh- I- How?" you frantically glanced from Hank to, who you presumed was none other than Connor and Conan.

"No fucking clue. All I know is that one minute we were chasing down a suspect and the next these dipshits get their consciousness put into android dogs. Best part is we have no fucking clue where their actual bodies are," Hank crossed his arms and sent the android-dogs a glare whilst he explained the situation.

You knelt down infront of your best friends turn dog and couldn't stop the grin from creeping across your face. The german shepard, who you assumed was Connor, had his head hung seemingly in shame. Meanwhile Nines kept his ever present hard glare. But in this form, it wasn't as effective.

"Awwww you made him sad Hank," you exaggerated your words a bit as you spoke, something you always did in the presence of a pup.

Them being Connor and Conan didn't change that for you.

Hank just rolled his eyes in response and got up from his chair, grumbling about needing a coffee. As he left you directed your attention back to Connor.

"Don't worry, he won't be mad for too much longer. How could you stay mad at this face," you cupped his furry cheeks in your hands and he immediately perked up, his tail wagging furiously at your touch.

You couldn't help but giggle and gush at how adorable he was, and he was loving every minute of it. Giving him one more good pet to the head, you shifted your attention to the more stoic of the two. Your grin turned into a smirk.

"You want some lovin too don't you Nines," again, you reached out your hand to pet him but stoped when you heard a low growl.

"Okay, okay. Fine," you retracted your hand with a little pout.

"But I'm going to pet you before you get back to your regular body, mark my words," you say, narrowing your eyes at him, an action he returns.

Getting up from your kneeling position, you look over to see the captain giving you the 'get back to work' look. He didn't even seem to question the two dogs that were sitting there. Maybe Hank already filled him in. Putting your hands on your hips, you looked down at the dogs.

"Alright, I gotta get back to work. Try not to chew on anything mkay?" you say playfully.

You could feel Nines spiritually eyerolling, meanwhile Connor was just staring at you with adoring puppy eyes. You weren't sure if that was because they were literal puppy eyes or if was just him being him. Either way, it made your heart melt. Before you could get yelled at, you went back to your desk.

Several hours went by and before you knew it the end of the day had arrived. Since Connor couldn't exactly help Hank much, he just kinda sat next to him and whined softly when he wasn't getting any attention. That annoyed Hank to no end, at least that's what he presented. He secretly thought it was kinda cute and would give his boy a pet or two when he thought no one was looking, making Connor a very happy boy.

Nines however just sat in the spot he usually did, watching nothing in particular intently, or staring at you. So not much change there. When Gavin questioned who's dog it was and went to pet him he nearly got his hand bitten off. Hank told him it was Nines and Gavin wasted no time teasing him about it. That was until Nines had enough and damn near chased him around the office growling like a rabid dog. You definitely got a recording of the scene, and planned on cherishing it forever.

You gathered your things, put on your jacket, and said your goodbyes to Hank but before you could head out he stopped you.

"Don't forget to take those two with you," he said gesturing to the canine versions of Connor and Nines as he got himself ready to go home as well.

"What? Why can't you take them?" you questioned, not that you actually minded the responsibility.

"Cuz Sumo doesn't do well with other dogs, fuck knows what he'll think about android dogs," you could practically see the disappointment in Connor as Hank said that.

"If you don't want to bring them home you could just leave them here," he shrugged before making his way over and out the door.

With a sigh you decided you couldn't just leave them here all on their lonesome.

"Alright, c'mon boys," you said to pair as you made your way out the door and to your car.

You nearly forgot they weren't able to open the car doors for themselves until you saw them patiently waiting. Nines was sitting infront of the passenger door expectantly and you shook your head.

"Nope, only humans get the passenger side," you said cheekily before opening the back door for the two.

Connor was the first to hop inside, heading to the other side to let Nines in who followed reluctantly. Instead of just closing the door after they were inside, you leaned in and strapped Nines up with the seatbelt. You could almost hear him asking what the hell you were doing.

"Safety first," was all you said to the unspoken question with a smile.

Closing the door you quickly walked around to the other side to buckle Connor's seatbelt as well. When you were finished he gave a little bark, seemingly in appreciation.

"You're welcome. At least one of you kept their manners," you said, sending Nines a look.

Once they were safely strapped in you got into the driver's seat, strapped yourself in, and started the car. The drive home was, as to be expected, not filled with much conversation. You just listened to your favourite music, occasionally glancing back at the two. Connor was looking out the window, and if it weren't freezing out you would've rolled down the window for him. Nines just kept staring straight ahead blankly.

You finally made it home after about twenty minutes and undid everyone's seatbelts, closing the doors after everyone was out of the car. Walking up to your door where the boys were sitting patiently you unlocked it and let them in. A soft sigh left your lips once you entered your warm home and you hastily got out of your jacket and boots. Once you were done you looked down to Connor and Nines.

"Well....make yourselves at home I guess?" was all you could really think to say.

However none of them moved from their sitting position infront of the door. That was until you shrugged and headed to your room, to which Connor followed you. Conan on the other hand stayed put.

You chuckled softly when you noticed the browned eyed pup following you around and pat his head. It honestly wasn't that big of a change of how he acted normally. Except he didn't get pets. But maybe that'd change.

"As cute as that is Connor, you're gunna have to stay here when I go shower, okay?" you knew he wouldn't actually be able to answer, but to your surprise he gave a little nod.

"Good boy," you chuckled softly, giving him one last pet before going to gather your things for a nice hot shower.

After you were finished with your blissful shower, you opened the bathroom door and were immediately greeted by Connor sitting infront of the door. You noticed that once he saw you his tail started wagging a bit.

The rest of your night was pretty uneventful. Connor followed you around as you did your normal nightly routine, almost tripping over him a couple of times in the process. Nines was still sitting by the door, unmoving. Well, except for his eyes which followed your every movement. You knew better than to try and get him to relax, because that probably was him relaxing.

When you finally plopped down onto the couch to just chill and watch whatever you felt like, you noticed Connor sitting by your feet. You patted the spot next to you and he immediately jumped up and curled up next to you as if he was waiting for your permission. Looking over to Nines you patted the other side of you but he made no move.

"Suit yourself," you said with a little shrug before turning your attention to the tv, absentmindedly petting Connor.

You must have fallen asleep after a while because you were suddenly jolted awake when you felt something on your lap. Looking down you saw that Conan was laying next to you and had rested his head in your lap. You had to physically stop yourself from squealing so he wouldn't run off.

It took a couple of minutes until you made any moves, scared that any indication that you were awake and aware would make him leave. But you just couldn't help yourself anymore, and you did say you would pet him.

So ever so slowly you lifted up a hand and moved it up to his head. The moment you moved he lifted his head up to look at you, but surprisingly he put his head back down. You took that as an ok to proceed, slowly bringing your hand to his fluffy head before stopping just as you were about to touch him. You wanted to give him one last chance to indicate he did not want to be touched. But when you didn't hear a growl or anything you finally ran your hand through his surprising soft fur.

You didn't even realize how tense you got because once you finally pet him you felt your whole body relax. A small smile graced your lips and your chest felt all warm and fuzzy.

"I knew it," you whispered softly.

Suddenly, you heard a whine from your left where Connor was. A short laugh left you before your free hand started petting him too.

"Don't worry, I didn't forget about you Concon," you reassured him, your smile growing into a grin.

So there you sat. An android dog on each side, each wanting your attention. This was probably the best day ever. And you were never going to let them forget it.

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A/N: oof this was longer than I expected it to be oops- Also I feel like it got bad at the end there sorry ;w; Also also I was gunna write about how they get back into their bodies but it was already getting hella long so if y'all want a part 2 lemme know!

[zmayadw]

Hello again :)

Heres a second part of my fanfic, as i said in previous post that i will add one or two. I know the begining might be a bit long and boring, but i decided my other two favorite Duskwood characters deserve some love ,too. :)

 Thanks to all who took their time to read it!

CALL OF THE RAVEN

PART 2

Next thing I remember was waking up in a hospital. The bright light from the window made me squint my eyes, and my head throbbed as hell. „Arghh, too bright.“ I mumbled, as a cheerfull voice next to me responded  „Well finaly, I was begining to worry you would never wake up! You know, you're taking those beautysleep advices too seriously.“ My eyes ajusted to the light, and I was looking at that cheerful, loving face, the face I knew oh so well. „Hmm, considering all, an extra hour or so of beautysleep is so allowed for me.“  I said, my voice hoarse a bit. She snorted „Make that 'an extra day or so'! You slept for almost three days!“ she said, walkig towards my bed and hugging me carefully. It felt good, just knowing she was there. She pulled away from me, her face serious.  “What wer you thinking?“ „ I'm sorry Jessy, so, so sorry.“  I said, tears swelling behind my eyes. „ I know what I did was stupid, but belive me, I really tought I was doing the right thing.“ „The 'right thing' almost got you killed Maya!“ she yelled at me, wich made me realize just how much she was worried about me. I burried my face in my hands, tears falling down „Please Jessy, dont be mad at me, I feel awfull as it is already. I realize my actions wer wrong, but I cant undo any of it now. And God knows im more then happy to be alive, and Hannah too! And I know my „sorry“ might not be enough this time, but I reall am sorry Jessy, you cant imagine how much. But please, please, you have to forgive me, I couldnt stand if I loose you!“ I couldnt force myself to look at her, I was so scared she would just get up and leave. And who could blame her, really, after all I did, she would have every right to do so. Suddenly, my hands wer slowely being moved from my face, and i opened my eyes  to see hers holding mine. I lifted my head, and our eyes met. Hers wer now also full of tears. She hugged me so fiercly, and even if everything still hurted me like hell, I was so reliefed and hugged her back tightly as I could. „Ofcourse I forgive you, Maya. I was so damn worried and scared that I will loose you!“ I was releifed to hear her say it, I hugged her even tighter, saying through my tears „I'm sorry Jessy.“ She held me like that for a while, and then pulled slowly back. „I'm glad you're ok Maya.“ She said, smile coming back to that pretty face. „Look at us! Bawling here like little kids.“ That made me chuckle, and i said whiping my tears  „Huh, I never tought our fist time meeting would be with me in the hospital. But, hey, im not picky, i'm just glad I finaly had a chance to hug you.“  „I dont think anyone imagined this to be the place of your first meeting us. You do realize others will want to come and see you? Dan already wanted to come with me, he was mumbling something about how he owes you a whiskey. But i gave him such a stern look, he just kissed me goodby and said to say 'hi' from him and ran away from me.“ The tought of Dan being scared of Jessy made me laugh so hard, i got a little dizzy from the pain. Jessy noticed me vincing, quickly saying „But that can wait, you need to rest more first. It's not like you're going anywhere anytime soon!“ She looked at me all serious, and i understood why Dan acted like he did. „Dont worry, Jessy, I wont try to break out of hospital.“ I said with a grin on my face. „A bit of r'n'r is definatly what I need now.“ „Good! And since i'm clearly your favorite person from our little clique, you wont get rid of me that easy while  in here.“ She said cheerfully. „Thanks, Jessy. I mean it, Im really glad you're here with me.“ „Me too, Maya, me too.“ She stayed with me that whole afternoon, and I was happy about it. We talked about everything we could think of: how we gonna take that walk arround Duskwood together, having coffee at the Rainbow caffee, going to Aurora for drinks. Jessy was so full of life, and managed to stay so positive through all of this mess. She told me that police gave her my stuff and my phone, and will bring me what i need. It wasnt so important, but i could really use my phone.  It was like Jessy could read my mind, and she looked at me with simpathy „Did Jake contacted you?“  There was a knot in my stomack when she asked, because I knew I wasnt out in the clear with what I did with everyone just jet. „I dont know, Jessy,  I guess i'll find out when I get my phone. But im sure Lily told him all about it by now, and to be honest, it's the one conversation i'm scared of having at the moment.“ „I'm sure it will be fine.“ „I really hope so, Jessy. I really care so much for him. I dont know for sure what he feels, and it doesnt really matter, I just cant stand the tought of him being mad at me. Or not talking to me anymore...I got so used of having him arround, even just virtualy..i dont know Jessy, i cant explain it... i just need him in my life. Does this make any sense to you?“  She looked at me, with care and a hint of worry showing on her face „Yes Maya, it makes perfect sense.“ We talked for a while more. She looked at the clok on the wall and jumped „Oh, yay I gotta go, forgot Im meeting Dan! He made me promise to meet later, since I didnt let him come with me here.“ „Heh, better go then, I dont want Dan blaming me AGAIN for getting stud up by you. Or he might not buy me that whiskey he promised, an to be honest I could really use it now.“ I sad smiling at her. „Ohh no, you two are gonna be a pain in the butt when you meet, arent you?“ she groaned, but a smile was written all over her face. „Dont worry, i'll behave..as much as possible. As for Dan, im sure if you join us and give him some of your 'scarry' looks, he'll behave too.“  She bursted out laughing. „Oh, cant wait for it! I'll go grab your phone  real quick, and then im off.“ She ran for the door, stoped, turned arround giving me one more of her beautiful smiles „I'm really glad you're ok Maya.“ I smiled back,“ Me too Jessy, me too.“ She came back with my phone, plugged it to charge next to my bed hugging me quickly before leaving.

It was almost dark outside, and the room was so quiet since Jessy left. There wasnt much comotion in the hospital, and I appriciated it actualy, some peace after all the mess was a nice change. I stared at the window for a while, just enjoyeing the sceene of the sun setting down, the sky taking that purpleish-blue color. I was actually delaying the moment of turning my phone on, because I was scared. A the same time I hoped Jake would contact me, but then I was also scared of talking to him. Its been three days since the incident, and im sure Jake found out everything by now, so maybe he vented some of the anger off in the mean time. Ah, c'mon Maya, dont be a sissy! – i tought to myself – You stared death in the face, and showed it the middle finger, and you're scared of that thing? I took a deep breath, took my phone from the stand, and turned it on. It felt like forever for it to turn when i punched my code, and when it finaly did, i left it aside. The beeping of new messages, missed calls, new emails and all was the only sound spreading through the room. And with every beep my stomach reacted a bit, thinking if any of those beeps belongs to Jakes. I got so lost in my toughts, that a voice snaped me back, startling me a bit. A nurse smiled „Sorry hun, i didnt want to fright you. Just came to chek up on you, ask if you need anyhting and to give you some pain meds.“ She winked at me „It's the good stuff, will help you sleep better.“ „Thank you, mam, im good.“ I smiled back at her, and quickly glanced at my phone - 44 missed calls, 24 messages, 17 emails. That will be some time killing stuff. The nurse was done, she waved at me wishing me good night, saying to feel free calling her if I needed anything. I thanked her again as she left the room. I took my phone, my hand shakeing. I checked 'missed calls' first, and tho i didnt expect it, was a bit dissapointed Jake wasnt among one of them. I opened the messages, and Jessy's message was on top. „Sending you hugs&kisses!“ it was written under the picture of her and Dan, grining with their glasses raised. It made me smile, and i texted her back „Hehe, Dan must be happy you actualy came this time! xD Have fun you two, cant wait to join you. Hugs&kisses“ I checked other messages, and my hearth squeezed a bit when i saw he didnt texted either. I didnt feel like replaying to any at the moment, settling the phone back on the stand. I switched off the light above the bed, turned on the side, staring at now complete darkness throught the window. One tear rolled down my cheek as i closed my eyes, hoping sleep will come soon.

[firefly464]

The Real World - Chapter 13

"Oh Im gonna take a small break and go easy on this chapter :D" - me the other day. i then proceeded to write the longest chapter so far for no god damn reason.

ALSO YAY COOL SYMBOLISM IN THIS ONE

Thank you @i-have-this-now​ for helping me with transitions because im a complete mess Thank you to @rivys​ for beta reading and editing!

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“They WHAT?!” Wilbur yelled, wheeling around to stare at the teenager behind him. 

“They uh, they’re going to try and bring our Tommy and Dream back?” Tubbo repeated, taking a step back. “Is that bad…?” Hadn’t this been what Wilbur wanted? For their own Tommy to come home? Why was he acting so aggressive about it? 

“Yes that's bad! Thats really fucking bad! Not Tommy obviously, but Dream?! Tubbo, Dream could come and break the peace treaty. He might start a whole new war, just out of spite. I cant… We can’t do that again. We just don’t have the resources.”

Tubbo paled as he realized what Wilbur was saying. Yes, they might have a chance to bring Tommy home, but at what cost? They would have to go back to living in fear, terrified that at any moment, Dream would come up behind them and try to kill one of them. He took another step back, shaking his head. He couldn’t go back to living like that. He just couldn’t. 

Wilbur walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder, crouching slightly so that he was at eye level. “Tubbo, I need you to tell me something, and I need you to tell me the truth. Where are they going?” Tubbo shifted uncomfortably under the scrutiny. On one hand, he had promised Tommy that he was going to help him get home. He had given his word. But on the other, he couldn’t go back to living in constant fear. He just couldn’t. “The eastern dark woods…” he muttered, trying to push away the guilt that gnawed at him. He had to do this. For his friends. He had no choice. 

“Got it.” Wilbur stood to full height, his eyes set and determined. “Go get your things together. We’ve got quite the trip ahead of us.”

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“You can’t be serious. This is all you have? Why are there- why the hell do you have so many buckets? How on earth are you going to carry them?” George shook his head as he looked over the meager pile of supplies that Dream had gathered. 

Dream just shrugged as he rolled up the bedroll he had found in one of the chests. “You never know what might happen. I’m just trying to be prepared.” 

“Right. So you decided the best way to be prepared was to pack 3 buckets, but not pack any food or actual fresh water. You don’t even have a flint and steel!” 

A snort of laughter sounded from behind them. Dream turned to see Tommy, snickering to himself quietly. When the teenager noticed that they were looking at him, he wiped the grin off his face and stood up straight, trying to look serious. It didn’t work. 

“You know, you could be actually helping instead of just standing there and laughing,” Dream remarked. 

“Aw, but where's the fun in that? It’s much more entertaining to sit back and watch you struggle.” 

“Oh really? I would love to see you do a better job.” He clipped the bedroll to the base of his pack. 

Tommy stepped forward with a smug grin. “Ok, I will, since I’m just so cool and awesome. First off, you need coal for torches and shit. Second, toss the buckets out. You’re not going to be pulling any epic mlg moves here. That's just not how physics work.” Dream grumbled to himself as he took the buckets out of the pile. 

“Shut up, both of you!” George cried out, bringing the bickering to a halt. “Clearly neither of you have any idea what's going on or what to do. So instead of arguing, why don’t you just listen to me and do what I tell you to do. We’re on a timer, aren’t we?” 

Dream and Tommy looked down guilty. They had forgotten about the 48 hour limit, and had ended up falling back into their carefree habits. “Right, sorry.” Tommy said. 

“Alright, Dream, I want you to go and gather some water. Once you’ve got a bucket full, I want you to boil it and bottle it. We can’t have you getting sick from dirty water. Tommy, go and gather some wheat. We don’t need too much, just enough to make enough bread for if we can’t find any animals. I’m going to go and get the horses saddled.” George’s voice was calm as he explained what each of them was going to do. The other two nodded and quickly rushed out of the room. 

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“Alright I’ll be the first to admit, I’ve never rode a horse before. I’ve got no fucking idea what I’m doing,” Tommy admited as he tried to find his balance atop the large animal. The three of them had gathered up all of their materials rather quickly, and were now on their way towards the forest. “Seriously, how the fuck do people do this?”

“By shutting up and not complaining.” Dream seemed to have figured out how to ride his horse pretty quickly, and was now spending his time taunting the younger teenager. 

“Yeah, well maybe if you weren’t so damn annoying, I would have less to complain about.” 

"C'mon, Tommy, hurry up. The sun's setting." George said, while Tommy almost fell off his horse.

The three of them rode across the rough wilderness, as the moon rose slowly along the horizon. This was going to be a long night.

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“We can stop here to make camp for the night,” George said as they came across a small clearing. The three of them had been traveling for hours now, and found themselves in the middle of a birch forest. 

"Eugh, birch. This is literally the worst kind of wood." Dream said jokingly. 

"Agreed." Tommy nodded.

"What? Oh come on, birch isn't that bad." George relatiated as he set up a fire.

"What?" Dream laughed. "George, have you seen these trees?"

"Dream, they're just trees. Plus, we aren't gonna be here for long. We'll keep travelling as soon as the sun rises." George rolled his eyes.

“Ughhhh, really?! But that’s so early!” 

“Tommy, shut up. Stop acting like a child. You’re just lucky that we found a place to stop at all.” George handed both Dream and Tommy a couple of torches. “Here, set these up along the perimeter. The last thing we need is a bunch of mobs trying to kill us while we sleep.” 

Both Dream and Tommy stared at him in shock. 

“What? Do you guys not have mobs in your world?” 

“Wha- No of course we don’t! I didn’t think that they were actually real here, holy shit…” Dream exclaimed. 

“Damn… A world where you don’t have to worry about getting eaten alive in the middle of the night. That honestly sounds really nice.” he shook his head, trying to clear his mind. “Never mind that right now. I need you guys to set up the torches.”

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The sound of a netherite blade slicing through the air echoed across the quiet forest. It had been several hours since they had set up camp, and Dream had long since given up on sleep. The events of the day had played over and over in his mind, making it impossible to close his eyes. And so, he had quietly gotten up and snuck away to a small open area where he could practice.

Over the past week, he had found that practicing sword fighting helped him to calm down. The simple, repetitive motions helped to quiet the intrusive thoughts that continued to plague him. He had started to grow quite reliant on it to stay sane. Maybe, when he finally got home, he would join a fencing class. 

If he got home. No. No he couldn’t think like that. Pessimism wouldn’t get him anyone. He needed to trust Tubbo and Wilbur. They were going to get him and Tommy home. They had to. 

“You know, you’ve really gotten a lot better,” said a voice from behind him. A squeal of surprise was torn from Dream’s throat as he spun around, his sword at the ready. “Pffft, what on earth was that?” George stepped out from the shadows of the trees into the light of the torches that Dream had set up. 

Dream placed a hand on his chest, trying to calm his racing heart. “Jesus man, you scared me. What the hell was that about?” 

The shorter man chuckled as he stepped further into the light. “Gotta keep you on your toes. What's the point of learning how to fight if you’re not constantly aware?” He drew his own sword and held it out in the form of a challenge. 

“You are actually the worst,” he said, raising his own sword in response. 

With a grin, George rushed forward in attack. Dream raised his sword to block the incoming strike, allowing his instincts to take over. He had learned that if he simply didn’t think about what he was doing, he often did quite well. And so he let his mind go blank, instead focusing on surroundings. The stars, the leaves, the trees, even the man before him was all taken in as they sparred. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be asleep?” George asked, most likely hoping to distract his opponent. 

Dream only shrugged as he feigned an attack at his friend's leg, only to come up and create a small cut on his cheek. “Couldn’t sleep. I was hoping that doing some practice would help calm me down.” 

“And? How's your success rate?” 

“Well it was pretty good, until you arrived and scared me half to death.”

“Aww, I didn’t realize compliments scared you so much.” 

“Yes, I’m quite shy.” Dream couldn’t help but grin. 

As the two of them joked back and forth, they continued their little duel. It had been going for a couple minutes now, and they seemed to be at a bit of a stand still. A rush of pride surged through him. In roughly a week, he had gone from completely and totally useless to actually able to defend himself. Now, he just needed to set himself apart. 

His mind began working overtime, analysing every small detail. Quickly, he reached back with his free hand and pulled out a loaded crossbow. George’s face transformed into surprise when he saw the weapon. The bolt flew past his face, only just barely grazing the side of his head.

Dream quickly threw the weapon aside and pressed his advantage. Suddenly, the favor was tipped towards Dream. George was unbalanced, startled by the use of the crossbow. Still, he managed to raise his sword just in time to block another strike. 

With his free hand, Dream reached into one of the pouches around his waist and pulled out a small sphere, roughly the size of a marble. With a slight squeeze, the sphere expanded to the size of a baseball. While George was distracted with blocking the strike towards his face, Dream tossed the sphere behind him. With a crash, the sphere shattered against the ground.

Suddenly, Dream appeared behind George in a shower of purple. With a sweep of his foot, his friend came falling to the ground. With a final motion, he held the sword above his throat, his green eyes bright with exhilaration and delight. 

“Alright alright, you win. I surrender,” George said with a laugh. 

“Did you see that?! That was so cool! Oh my god that was so awesome!” Dream exclaimed as he helped George to his feet. “That was so damn cool!!” he started jumping around the small clearing in excitement. 

“How did you even do that? I’ve never seen someone use a crossbow in the middle of a sword fight before” 

“I’ll be honest, I’ve got no idea. I have no idea what the hell I just did. I just know that it was cool as fuck!” 

He shook his head, chuckling as he watched his friend dance around the area. George had never seen Dream show any sort of emotion before, much this level of excitement. Even though he knew the reasons why, he couldn’t help but feel a bit weirded out by it. Watching the pure joy flash across Dream’s face was strange. Still, it was nice. “You are such a dork” 

He only responded with a wide grin. 

A thought flashed through George’s mind, causing him to frown slightly. Dream stopped his playful jumping and walked over, his eyes now filled with concern. “Hey, you alright?” He asked. “Oh shit, you’re bleeding! Hold on I’ve got a few bandages on me I think…” 

As Dream pulled out a couple white bandages from his bag, George let out a slight chuckle. “Do you even know how to use those?” 

“Uhhh, not really? I’m sure I can figure it out. How hard can it be?” 

He wasn’t impressed. With a roll of his eyes, George held out his hand for the bandages “Here, just let me do it. It doesn’t really hurt, I think it's just a small cut. Probably just needs to be cleaned.” Taking a bottle of water from his bag, he quickly wet the bandage and started to clean the blood from his face. 

Dream pouted. “Well what if I wanted to help?” 

“Then you can go and wash the blood out of these,” George said, tossing him the now stained bandages. “No point in wasting perfectly good bandages because of a small cut.”

He caught them easily, but otherwise didn’t move. “Nope. Not until you tell me whats wrong.

The brunette cursed under his breath. Since when had he been so easy to read? “I uh, I was just thinking about… Stuff,” he waived his hand vaguely. 

“You wanna talk about it?” Dream plopped down onto the grass and patted the ground next to him. “Here, take a seat.”

He sat. 

“Spill.”

“I’m just… Worried, I guess? I mean, in a few days, you’re going to be gone and… the other Dream will be back. I guess I’m just scared about what he's gonna do.”

The smile faded from Dream’s face as he considered what to say. “What was he like?” he asked after a few seconds. “The other me, I mean.”

“He was… Scary. All he cared about was the thrill of the hunt. The mask made it impossible to tell what he was ever thinking, which made it ten times worse. Of course, it only covered his eyes and nose, so that you could still see his grin.” He shuddered. “I watched as he blew up the gates of L’manberg with a massive smile on his face.” 

“So then… why did you follow him in the first place?” 

“I had no choice. When Sapnap and I showed up, he was the only other person here. It was either join him or be left out to die to the mobs. After a while I guess I just didn’t realize how cruel he was. He was a good leader, and super charismatic. Not to mention a really good actor. By the time the war started… I guess I just trusted him, if that makes sense. He had kept me alive ‘till then, so why would anything change?”

Dream nodded. He wasn’t going to pretend like he understood what his friend had gone through, but he could still try and help in his own way.  “He taught you sword fighting, how to survive. You felt like you were indebted to him, right?” 

“Yeah… Pretty much. God, its so stupid! I should have been able to realize how messed up he was. Why the hell did I not realize?!” He took off his round sunglasses and pinched the bridge of his nose, his eyes shut tight. “I was so fucking stupid.” 

Hesitantly, Dream reached over and placed a hand on his friends back, trying to comfort him. “Hey, that’s not stupid. You’d be surprised at how easily our minds can trick us into thinking we’re doing the right thing. You just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. That's not your fault.” A stab of guilt shot through him. He had been the one to add George onto the server. If he had waited a bit, would things have been different? Maybe if he had acted differently on stream, or not sent the declaration of war, maybe things would have turned out different. The other Dream might have turned out to be a decent guy, not someone that people trembled before and feared. 

“I should have been smarter… I should have joined Sapnap when he went off on his own.” 

The weight of George’s words finally sunk in. The other Dream was a monster, a killer. He was the living, breathing version of the mask Dream sometimes wore in his videos. The act of someone who enjoyed the hunt, and nothing more. These past two weeks had been peaceful and calm compared to what everyone had normally lived through, and it was all because the monster was finally gone. But now… now they were about to bring him back. They were about to bring everyone’s worst nightmare back to life. 

What choice did they have? It was either that, or let the entire world get destroyed. Either way, the other Dream was about to ruin people’s lives. He sighed. “It's going to be alright, ok? We’ll figure something out, I promise. You’re not going to go back to living like that. I promise.” 

Now, it was just a matter of keeping that promise. 

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I’ll Be Your Escape

Pairing: Ruben Marcado x reader

Warnings: SMUT, Oral sex, Vaginal sex, language, drug usage, alcohol, suggestive material, angst, too many emotions, Ian Price, hurt/comfort in a way, manipulation, bad humor and 5k of what the heck are these clowns doing?

Part 2

Well, would you look at all those warnings, ahahaha what the fuck? So my first Ruben draft from months and months ago has come back from the dead all because I said ‘haha look at this old draft,’ and @tinywhim said ‘uh, finish it.’ And.... here we are, so you know who to thank. Enjoy, maybe I’ll make another part but let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Let me know if you want to be tagged! 

Y/N has been watching him ever since he walked in alongside Ian, looking at the place in bewilderment. From the second floor, she could see girls swoon over Ian and try to grab him by the hand, thinking of fantasies that he would never spare, only suggest. 

It made Y/N sick; the only reason she stayed was because of Oz, because of him having that power over her. She would never sleep with him, no, it wasn't like that. She was simply there to be the "brains," which qualified as to make sure none of them overdosed, and if they did, to handle it without the cops. 

Y/N was never allowed to take anything, she could only have two drinks max. Some party. But she couldn't complain, the pay kept her on her feet. 

When Ian came, he always teased her, taunted her and tried to get anything to refer back to Oz. He flirted but she would never give him the time. She wasn't that low, she knew that he was trouble. Which is why she was confused why the dark-haired dude in a trench coat was with him. 

The guy looked like a nerd, the total opposite of Ian. When he was dragged upstairs, it made sense. Oz had said he was looking for a new chemist, a new dealer.  Y/N would know, the last one had been dealt with quietly. 

Y/N stayed along the wall as Oz and his posse surrounded the two men. She listened to the plan, and the poor guy obviously didn't want to be there. She could relate. If only she had finished college, she thinks what her life would look like. 

As the chemist worked, she stayed guard of the door, watching over the crowd of oblivious low life's below. A hand graced her side, tapping her hip and she turned to see Ian standing with a smirk. 

"What would it take for you to be a test subject?" She rolled her eyes, it was a classic game of his to get her into trouble. 

"Pay me double of my annual salary, then I might give it a shot," Y/N held her guard, not sparing him another glance. 

"Aw, c'mon, Y/N," Ian pulled her up against his back, and she tried not to make a scene by squirming. "Don't hurt Rubes feelings. Besides, you look like you could use a break? I bet my friend could help you out," He tilted her chin to the side and she watched him at work, fumbling with test tubes with a furrowed brow. "Or maybe you could help him out?"

Y/N rolled her eyes, and pulled away, "I'll pass, thanks."

Destiny was the first one to try, and soon enough pills were passed around the whole place. Y/N nursed her second beer upstairs, looking over in the corner at the drugged crowd. 

She spotted the chemist in the middle, dancing ridiculously next to girls. It made her chuckle, he was a nerd. Bouncing excitedly with his little pink backpack, it was adorable.

He looked up at one point, making eye contact. He gave a dopey smile, and she shot him a little wave with a small smile. At least he was having fun, that made one of them. 

Hours passed, and her feet were starting to hurt. She went downstairs and took to watching the crowd from a better angle. She stayed against the wall, occasionally checking her phone as Oz texted her to check up on things. 

"You look calmer than me," Y/N looked up to see the chemist grinning at her confused. She laughed. 

"That's because I am," She put her phone away and put her hands in her jacket pockets. "You seem to be having a blast."

"This is great, it's...I haven't felt this way in a while," He looked back at the scene and smiled. She watched his excitement, wishing she could feel such a thing. He looked back and stuck a hand out, "I'm Ruben."

"Y/N," She shouted over the music and shook his hand. "You're the fancy doctor?"

He shrugged, "Something like that, nothing fancy."

"Just made a pill to drug up the whole building and give people the time of their lives?"

He smirked, "You're not high, at least that's what I heard from you talking to Ian."

"Well, somebody's gotta keep the place standing, right?" Y/N sipped on her beer as she examined him closely. "As long as you're having fun, that's all that matters."

Ruben licked his lips and looked her up and down, "I've been shelled up in a lab for years, I don't get out much."

"Then it's doing the job," She patted his cheek and walked back upstairs, leaving him standing there star struck. 

Ian stopped her at the top of the steps, grabbing her arm and saying, "Cut the guy some slack, he needs to live a little."

Y/N scoffed, "What are you, his babysitter? He seems to be having fun."

"He could be having a little more fun," Ian pulled her in closer, letting go of her arm and whispering in her ear, "If you won't give me the chance, give it to Ruben. Think of it as a thank you."

"For what? You think I'm some whore that'll fuck someone for pity?" Y/N narrowed his eyes, two seconds away from throwing him and the cute chemist out. 

"No, I think you're trapped up here enough as it is. When's the last time you actually let loose at one of these shows? Ever since Oz found you?" Y/N looked away, she didn't want him getting in her head, but she could already feel the wheels turning. "You can't take anything, you can't dance, you can't be free. You're not one of his girls, you just stand here all night and watch. I know you're jealous that they got all the benefits and all the attention, and what does he give you? Nothing. You can't tell me it's not tempting to let loose?" 

Y/N had always thought about, thought about the past, how she would live her life to the fullest. She would put on a dress that would make the end of the night one to remember, drink until her vision blurred. These days she was lucky if she got a good enough sleep, that was the highlight. 

"No tricks?" She looked at him carefully, not fully trusting the man. 

"You won't get caught, I swear. I wouldn't do that to Ruben, you can count on that," He had a point, if he was protecting his friend in the moment that would guarantee protection for her. 

"Why'd you bring him here anyway? He's...different, he's not like you?" She didn't put any pressure on it, but he knew what she meant. 

"Let's just say he needed a break. It worked out for both of us in the end."

Y/N scratched her head and looked down at the crowd again, finding him easily. He looked happy, he looked fun. She looked around the floor, finding security at every wall. 

Oz would be fine for an hour or two. Ian would make sure of it. 

Y/N found herself moving pass dancing bodies, brushing up against people who were most likely having hallucinations. 

Ruben had his back to her, and she tapped against his arm gently, almost scared of proceeding. But he turned quickly, the smirk wiping off and turning into a surprised grin. 

"How often did you say you get out?" She shouted over the thumping of the music. 

"Not at all," He shook his head violently, giving her body another glance. 

Y/N gripped his shirt in her hands and pushed her mouth against his, receiving a quick response. His lips were soft, and his kisses were desperate. It made her want to take him right then and there. Instead she pulled back, looking up at him with blown out eyes. He looked the same, but disbelief was in the mix. 

Y/N bit her lip and grabbed his hand, pulling him out of the crowd. She met Ian's eyes upstairs and he nodded assuringly. 

She wouldn't get caught. He promised. 

There was a backroom that was only used for what they called "business meetings." But it had a couch, and that was good enough.

She pushed Ruben against the wall, finding his mouth again and shoving her tongue in. The music was faded enough where she heard a tiny moan come from him. Her hands roamed his chest, his finding her hips hesitantly. She moved to his neck and gave him lingering kisses, licking a sharp stripe up his Adam's apple, and even Y/N could see his eyes roll back, his mouth opening in a silent moan. 

"You alright?" Y/N smirked at him and he nodded quickly. She continued her work on his neck as she walked him backwards towards the couch, pushing him against it.

"This is really happening," He mumbled in disbelief as she shucked out of her jacket. "This is something that's actually happening," Ruben laughed a little at himself, then slowly watched as she stripped her shirt off. Y/N walked over and straddled him, kissing up his neck. 

"What do-what do you want me to do?" He sounded breathless, it made her want to laugh, but the moment was too heated. 

"I'm kinda in the same boat as you, you know," Y/N watched as his face twisted in realization. 

"You really don't get to enjoy these parties?" 

"Not hardly," Y/N swallowed as she felt the tent in his pants. "So, let's enjoy it together, yeah?"

Ruben smiled and kissed her deeply, tongue scraping against the inside of her mouth. It was something dirty, sloppy and full of saliva. Y/N loved it, she held onto the back of his head so he wouldn't leave. His hands were traveling along her backside as she moaned into his mouth. 

Letting go, he pulled back and she took the opportunity to drag the backpack and sweater off him. She took in his chest, the tan skin warm under her fingers. Ruben licked his lips and shivered. 

"You're so hot," Y/N found herself muttering, and he just laughed while shaking his head. "You don't believe me?"

"Not really, no," Dark eyes avoided hers, and she slid off his lap. Disappointment fell over his face, he was probably scared he ruined the moment, that Y/N would leave him. 

Instead she slid to her knees and pulled at his belt buckle, "Let me show you then,"

Ruben lifted his hips and she dragged his khakis to his mid thigh. She palmed him through his black briefs, and he threw his head back. Slipping her hand underneath the waistband, he jerked his hips up on instinct. He looked totally flustered and Y/N was loving it.

Stroking him a few times seemed to do the trick. His whole body sagged against the couch and Y/N bit her lip as he moaned. She licked her lips before wrapping her mouth against the tip, sucking slightly and feeling arousal in her gut as he let out a broken moan.

Moving her lips up and down his cock started a chorus of small noises from the man, each sound music to Y/N’s ears. While she hasn’t been in this position very often, she was starting to gain more confidence than ever before. Looking up at him gave her butterflies, eyes closed as he parted his lips in a silent scream. She could see his hands twitch at his side. Y/N wrapped a hand around his wrist and guided his fingers to her hair. Hesitantly, he flexed his fingers and twisted her locks, gasping as she moaned around him. 

Growing more comfortable, Ruben sat up and used his free hand to caress the side of Y/N’s face, sucking in a sharp breath as he felt her cheeks hollow out. Y/N locked eyes with him, her hand slowly creeping down to her rub herself through her underwear. 

Her movements caught his attention. His hands left her hair as he started stuttering, “What, uh...what can I, you know, how can I help you?”

Y/N pulled off and looked up with a smirk. “What, do you work in customer service or something?”

“That felt really good, like, really good. I just...want you to feel the same. I want to make you feel the same.” Ruben ducked his head down in embarrassment.

Y/N used his knees to pull her up so she straddled his legs. While one hand scratched the back of his neck gently, the other gripped his chin to make him look at her. “You’re too sweet, you know that?” 

He leaned forward and she made way to him instantly. He was a good kisser, and she found it peculiar that he claimed to not do this often. It made her question if it was all lies, or if he had never done it maybe at all. But kissing him, it was comforting, it was reassuring. It was soft and felt divine.

Y/N got lost in his lips, and when she came back to reality, she took his hand in hers and moved it to her clothed clit. As he stopped moving his lips, he kept his mouth close to her own, both exchanging breaths. 

Brown eyes were already staring into her own when she opened them, looking for permission. Y/N nodded and soon his fingers were moving in slow circles against her nub. It was slow and unsure, but damn, if it didn’t feel good.

Arms were wrapped around his neck as he continued, it seemed the more soft moans Y/N gave, the more Ruben fell into her. His head was pressed against her chest, mouth opened as if he was the one receiving the pleasure. 

But maybe it was the way Y/N’s hips thrusted into his touch unconsciously that made his eyes slip close so easily. That made his jaw go slack as he pressed wet, open mouthed kisses against her skin. That made the tension around them so intimate that it started to become overwhelming. Like the heated touches that originally started this was far, far away. 

Something about this moment made Y/N figure that they’re more alike than they probably realize.

It also made her realize that she still had more clothes on than she preferred. Quick movements lead to her bra being tossed across the room and Ruben’s movements come to a stop. 

“No, please keep touching me,” Y/N whispered, out of breath. 

“Like this? Or-”

“I want you to fuck me, Ruben.”

The man looked so flustered, so overwhelmed. He rubbed the back of his neck as he tried to compose himself, “I don’t...have a condom.”

Y/N cursed under her breath and got off of him. His hand reached out to stop her, but Y/N gave him a kiss to reassure that she wasn’t done just yet. Instead, she walked over to the desk in the corner, pulling the drawers out and rummaging for a condom. There was no way there wouldn’t be one in the building, and she just prayed that it would be in the room. 

Just as she found one in the bottom drawer, she heard some shuffling behind her. Y/N stood up straight as she fumbled with the wrapper and felt hands wrap around her waist. Soft kisses pressed against her shoulder, leading up behind her ear. 

Y/N turned around in Ruben’s arms, immediately finding his lips. As she handed the condom over to him, she slid her panties onto the floor, doing her best to ignore the dark eyes following her movements. It would distract her, it would warm her, it would make her feel like this is so much more. 

Once the condom was on, Y/N lifted herself onto the edge of the desk, as Ruben stood awkwardly in front of her. 

“Is this okay?” Y/N raised a brow.

All lust-filled looks vanished, and Ruben looked overwhelmed in a different sense then before. 

“You are so beautiful.”

It ruined her high, a comment like that. It was something odd, something much more personal than sexy. It was something that made her feel so exposed; even though she was literally bare ass in front of him, it made her feel like he was observing her soul, seeing something that she didn’t see was there. 

“You don’t believe me?”

His rough fingertips grazed her cheeks as her head was tilted up. Ruben looked so pure, so honest. 

Y/N didn’t want to ruin this for him, so she shifted forward until she met his lips. It was slow and heated, starting to grow too passionate for two strangers who just met. 

Grabbing his base, Y/N guided him to her entrance, lifting her ankles to wrap around his waist. The movement pulled him closer. Taking the hint, Ruben guided himself into Y/N, slow as ever and head lowered in concentration. 

Y/N’s head snapped back as she was stretched out, eyes squeezed shut as she realized she had not exactly prepped much before this. He sensed her discomfort, of course he did, and looked at her in panic. 

“What’s wrong? Oh god, am I that bad? Does it not feel good? Do you need me to-”

“Ruben, I’m okay. I just...just need a second.” Y/N lowered her head onto his shoulder. 

“Oh, okay….yeah,” His hand patted her back awkwardly, then suddenly he froze. “Shit...wait, I’m supposed to prep you first right? Like, before….fuck, Y/N I’m so sorry, shit-”

“Ruben,” Y/N took his face into her palms and shook it firmly. “I am fine, I just need a second to adjust…”

His fear had changed momentarily. 

He’s not that different from other men after all. 

Y/N rolled her eyes as she started moving just a tiny bit. “Smug is not a good look on you.”

“No, I just-”

“Don’t let it get to your head, please.” 

Ruben chuckled, and he honestly looked surprised. “How could it not, though?” Y/N gave a stern look and Ruben cleared his throat. “Sorry, you’re right.”

Just as Y/N moved her hips, he was putty in her hands. 

“You can move now,” One arm wrapped around his neck as the other held the edge of the desk. Ruben kept her close, not exactly finding a constant stance yet. His hands moved from place to place as he focused a bit too hard on thrusting into her. 

“Ohh, shit, yes.”

It was sloppy, there wasn’t a consistent rhythm. Instead, Ruben would change speed without thinking. As Y/N’s blunt nails ran across his shoulder blade, he would usually slow down. And maybe that’s exactly where she wanted to keep him. 

But Y/N met him halfway, every time the rhythm changed, they were both able to match each other. 

It was sloppy, but it was comforting, too. Ruben’s nose smushed against her collarbone, but the sounds he let out were so arousing. Y/N kept her face tucked into his neck as she moaned his name. 

Sweat collected at her thighs as the slick wood stuck to her skin. Ruben got even closer, hovering over her as he quickened the pace. Her back hit the desk, and the angle switched, chasing her to cry out. 

Y/N thinks he finally found confidence when he grabbed the desk behind her head and held one leg up. Y/N moaned, grabbing his neck as she tried to reach his thrusts. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” Ruben closed his eyes. “This is...fuck, it’s incredible. I’m close, Jesus.”

“Yeah, cum for me,” Y/N licked his neck as she whispered into the skin. “Please, Ruben.”

He actually slowed down just as he let out a groan, and something that sounded like her name. His grip tightened and she could tell by his blown out pupils that he had done exactly as she said. 

Y/N stroked his hair as he lowered her leg. He almost looked guilty, and that was the last thing she wanted for him. “What’s wrong?”

“You, uh…”

“Don’t worry about it, Ruben.”

I want to make you feel the same.

Ruben settled her back down before she could even get up properly. Y/N didn’t put up a fight, settling onto her elbows as he sunk to his knees, holding onto her thighs. Her stomach jumped at the thought of what’s to come. 

As if him fucking her wasn’t good enough, he proved to top that when his tongue grazed her folds. Y/N felt herself twitch at the sensation, moaning loud as he continued the motions.

His mouth sucked on her lips as he rubbed her clit with his thumb, and how could he not try and do more when the woman was making so much noise? Y/N lifted her hips to meet his skilled tongue just as he pulled away to take her in. She could’ve sworn that his eyes were shining, whether with lust or admiration or just himself being proud that he could make someone feel like this, look like this, a wrecked mess on some cheap desk.

It gave him courage, for one thing. Ruben sped up his motions and began fucking her with his tongue as he kept one hand on her clit and the other taking her own hand.

It was truly becoming more and more intimate than originally planned. 

“Fuck, Ruben,” Eyes rolled in the back of her head as she felt her orgasm approach. “Just like that, fuck, you’re doing so good.”

It only egged him on, and Ruben completely buried his mouth into her core at the praise, licking and sucking every edge. 

Just as she felt herself reach her peak, Y/N’s entire body lurched forward. A shout slipped out as she squeezed her thighs around his head and buried her hands in his hair. Ruben’s hands found her behind and held her close once more. 

And Y/N was floating. Years of seeing all the shit that went down in this warehouse, she never thought she would create one of the greatest memories she’ll remember. Months after taking the constant harassment of Ian Price, she never thought he would bring something happy into her life, even if for a small period of time. Days of contemplating whether this was the kind of life she would continue being trapped in or find a new way out, she never thought that looking into the soft eyes before her would make her feel more at ease than ever before. 

The silence wasn’t awkward, but it was a bit too tense. They both just stared at each other, naked and vulnerable. Y/N felt her arms indistinctly wrap around herself, the bass of the music from the other room now coming back to her. 

“Why were you with Ian?”

Ruben let out a long sigh, looking at the floor with shame.

“I wouldn’t judge you, I couldn’t. But I kinda figured that you didn’t exactly beg him to come down here to fuck up hundreds of people and have a dance.” Y/N slid off the desk in search of her clothes.

“Not at all, uh,” Ruben scratched the back of his head as he took the condom off. “It’s complicated.”

“Is it?” If she knew anything about the man, she knew that he was capable of dangerous things, just like Oz, maybe worse. Ruben deserved better than that. “Look, if you’re in trouble or something, I can help. You don’t have to-”

“Please, Y/N, it’s,” Even Ruben paused at his harsh tone, taking a breath before trying to compose himself. 

“I’ve been stuck here for as long as I could remember, Ruben,” Y/N whispered. “I know what it’s like...to feel like you don’t have a say, or an opinion. But, if your situation is worse than that, then you need to get help. It doesn’t have to be from me, but you can’t stay with him. He’s not a good guy, Ruben.”

“And who’s to say I am?” His eyes became wet, voice cracking at the end. “Who’s to say I'm not just as bad as him or Oz? I just created a drug, it could’ve killed people, holy shit.” Ruben began to pace as if all of this information was just settling in.

“Ruben, you were forced, don’t you get that? Let me guess, it was either that or some bullshit threat he told you, right? Ian manipulated you, it’s what he does.” It’s what he’d keep doing if he wasn’t stopped. 

Ruben swallowed, narrowing his eyes as he watched her throw on her shirt. It was like a wave coming over him, and he quickly grabbed her arm to make her face him. “Y/N, did he touch you?”

“What?” She tried to shake his arm off her, but he embraced her close and their foreheads were almost touching. 

“Did Ian hurt you? Because if he laid a hand on you, Y/N, I swear to god…”

“What? You’re going to stop him? Huh, Ruben? What are you going to do?”

“Just tell me if he did!” 

“What does it matter, anyways? What, are you jealous or something? I’m not yours, so why do you care?”

“Because we’re just the same,” She couldn’t fight her anger when his hands grabbed the sides of her face so gently, and his previous screams turned into a soft whisper. “You said it yourself, you’re stuck here. And why, because Oz says so? Are you his?”

“I’m no one’s.”

“Then what’s keeping you here?”

It was money in her pocket, it was a place to sleep at night, it was some place that didn’t require a high reputation and didn’t need a down payment with money she didn’t have before. If she left now, there was no doubt that Oz would feel betrayal, rob her of her savings and stick a gun to her head. There would be no remorse for him, there would be no one to miss her when she was gone. It didn’t even matter. 

“Exactly…”

Y/N refused to cry in front of him, a man who she hadn’t even talked to for two hours yet already was able to look right through her. She would not stand here and let him say those things to her when they were things that were impossible to overcome. 

“We’re not that different, Y/N. You know what I do with my life? I slave away in a lab for him, and sadly, this was the first time I’ve been out of there in a long time and it was all a scheme to get me to make a drug. How ironic, right?” But it was fine, because Ruben looked like he was about to cry, too. Still, that brightening smile stayed on his face, and damn him. 

Y/N found comfort in the man’s arms, so she stayed there, half dressed in the middle of a dirty room with Ruben.

“What if we left?”

Y/N didn’t want to move right now, she didn’t want this moment to end. 

“Did you hear me, Y/N?”

“No, I don’t want to let go of you.” She whispered.

Ruben scoffed and rubbed her back, “I meant...what if we left together? Like, you know, left them?”

Y/N tensed.

“You can’t be serious?”

“Why not?”

Y/N pulled back and looked up at him. “Ruben, if I left I’d probably have a search warrant on me.” 

“Y/N, you can’t stay here forever! Is that your plan?” 

“No, but...you don’t know what Oz is capable of.”

“It can’t be any better than what Ian is,” Ruben wasn’t making sense now. After just explaining everything to him, he still didn’t get it. “We could leave town, go somewhere far from them.”

“Ruben-”

“You wouldn’t even have to stick with me, not if you didn’t want to. But I would love it if I got to know you better Y/N, I would love it.”

“Ruben-”

“They wouldn’t be able to hurt us, we could go. I have some money saved up, we could get new jobs and just start over.”

“Ruben!”

He stopped rambling and looked worried as he saw her expression. 

“I’m not like you Ruben, I can’t just...run away. I don’t have a lot of money, I wouldn’t be able to start fresh right away.”

“I’d pay for you.” The poor man looked so hopeful.

“It’s not like that, it’s not just about money. Ruben, I can’t just get up and leave in an instance. I’d have to lay low, I’d have to prepare and I’d really have to think stuff out.”

But she would. Y/N would throw on pants and run out of there hand and hand with him if she could. She would follow him wherever he wanted. She’d live on the run just for Ruben. She would do lots of things that she could never picture doing before tonight, all for this chemist who made her feel so many things. 

But if she really wanted to make it a reality, Y/N couldn't get ahead of herself just yet.

Ruben looked shattered, and it made her give in. 

“Hey,” Y/N touched his soft skin and pulled him into a passionate kiss, one that she wished could last forever. “I promise you, Ruben. I promise we’ll leave. Just...not yet.”

“You’ll go?” He smiled small, and rubbed her cheek with his thumb. 

“I’ll follow you, Ruben. And we’ll both be free.”

“Yeah, yeah we will.” Ruben kissed her face all over, making her giggle and hug him tightly. 

“We just got to be patient, please, Ruben.”

“I’ll wait for you, Y/N,” He tried to remember what she felt like in his arms. He tried to remember what her laugh and voice sounded like. He did everything he could to hold onto this moment, because who knew how long he would be waiting. Ruben only knew that he would wait as long as it takes.

“I promise, I’ll wait for you, Y/N.”

[jeawrites]

Kryoz/Smii7y. They are in Boston for paz east, and are waiting to meet up with the others. While waiting, they spot someone surprisingly ice skating, it's tyler, and he's looking super cute. The pair mention it to him later, and he makes them promise to not tell anyone, and they agree at the price of a kiss?? (Could lead to more??)

(They are in love your honor).

Warnings: cussing, some dark humor.

"Its fucking cold, John," Jaren mumbled, pulling his hat over his ears with a small grumble.

"Thank you for your observation, Jare. I was honestly still on the fence about if it was warm or not," he rolled his eyes and smiled a tad as he was elbowed gently.

Jaren sent him a small glare before deflating with a sigh in defeat. "Whatever- how much longer until we're s'pose to meet everyone?" he asked, though he was already pulling his phone out of his pocket to check himself.

John peered over his shoulder and noted the time with a small nod. "Another hour."

A groan left him and Jaren was pronounced dead. Not really, of course, but a man can dream. He went to shove his phone into his pocket but froze as an idea popped into his mind. "Oh! Maybe we can find something to do- there's a lot around here, right?"

"I guess," John shrugged, looking up at the sky and narrowing his eyes at the grey clouds. "There's lots of stores," he contributed, looking over.

Jaren opened up his map app, searching for the closest thing to them. "Oh! There's a cafe this way!" he pointed to the right of them. "It's by a skating rink," he said, "so it should be easy to find!"

John nodded and followed after Jaren, though he really didn't have a choice as his hand was grabbed and tugged along with him.

"Their reviews say they have really good hot chocolate," he mumbled. Though, the picture had him already feeling warmed up. It was just classic stuff but the steam was visible. "I'm gonna get extra marshmallows," he decided.

John snickered. "Do they serve it with whipped cream?" he asked, peering at the phone again, though he took glances to make sure they wouldn't bump into anyone. Though, he soon froze to his spot on one particular glance up, a choking noise leaving his throat.

Jaren paused, mostly out of concern because; "What the fuck was that noise?" But, he looked over to where John had been and spotted it. A familiar person skating along the rink, a smile on his face that was clear as day- or much clearer than the day currently was.

"Tyler," they both breathed at the same time. Too enthralled to make a joke about being in sync, they approached the wall of the rink, watching as their friend skillfully navigated around and even pulled off a few tricks.

"Phone," John nudged Jaren.

"Phone..." Jaren mumbled. "Oh! Phone!" he got off the map and opened his camera, pointing it at Tyler and taking a quick video. "Oh god- he's gonna kill us," he fought back a smile and then put his phone away, taking a glance across the street. "C'mon, lets go get our drinks before we're caught," he pulled him away.

John laughed softly and followed along, taking one more glance back before they were crossing the street to the cafe.

--

They both sat at a table inside the cafe, embracing the warmth of the room happily.

"I'm going to die here," Jaren decided, sipping off his hot chocolate happily.

"That makes two of us," John agreed, his eyes closing as he sipped his own drink before putting the cup down. "We gotta come back tomorrow," he said with a grin. "Maybe we can bring the guys along," he added.

Jaren nodded and put his cup down with a small exhale. "That's a good idea. I'm sure Brock will enjoy it," he pointed out.

The door dinged and both glanced, their hearts stammering as Tyler came walking in, his hands in his coat pockets and face a bit red from the cold.

Oh god.

"Tyler!" John called, a reflex if anything to seeing the guy up close.

Tyler jumped, his shoulders flinching as his head snapped towards them. Then, he relaxed and grabbed his chest through his coat, sighing. "Jesus John, you scared me," he grumbled, before glancing towards the counter where the line was open. He held up a ginger to signal a moment and ordered something to drink.

"He's... Unaware it seems," Jaren noticed and felt a tinge of relief fill him. "Maybe. He's weird," he trailed off and narrowed his eyes suspiciously as Tyler exchanged money for his coffee. It came in a noticeably different cup so it was easy to tell what he got.

Then the giant sauntered over to their table, a smile loose on his face. "I haven't gotten to see you both yet," he said as he sat down, once John had nodded his head to the seat. "You both look terrible but otherwise you don't seem to have changed," he noted.

"Your one to talk, shithead," John playfully fired back, reaching iver to tug on a strand of hair sticking out of Tyler's hat.

Tyler swatted the hand away and took a drink off his coffee before leaning back into his seat. "In all seriousness, you both look good! I missed you guys," he smiled a tinge on a fond way but it was gone the moment Jaren "awed".

"John he missed us!" he exclaimed, clasping his hands together in excitement. "Someone's getting soft on us," he cooed, batting his eyes at the American.

"When's the wedding, Ty? I'm ready now," John teased, touching his arm.

"Fuck off," Tyler grumbled, rolling his eyes. "You both are weirdos," he added, but his smile didn't drop.

They all began to chat from there, keeping in the playful remarks every now and then until their drinks were gone and they were heading out the door. The cold air made Jaren groan and he pulled his hat down again.

"Dude, aren't you Canadian? Shouldn't you be used to this?" Tyler asked.

"I'm a desert man at heart," he said, cringing as a gust of wind blew against his cheeks. "I thought it would be nicer- this isn't my nice coat," he added, glancing down at the one he was wearing. Then, he glanced up at Tyler. "Aren't you from the south? Why aren't you bothered?"

"I'm a heat radiator," Tyler said with a shrug. "Evan says I'm basically a walking heatwave."

The group snickered and the conversation died down a bit as they walked to the meeting place.

"So when'd you get into ice skating?" John asked, mainly to break the peace.

Tyler froze and so they did too, looking at him in confusion.

"Ty?" John asked, raising a brow.

"You- you both saw?" he asked, looking between the two with wide eyes. Now it was hard to tell why his cheeks were red, but they could definitely feel the heat. "Oh god," he covered his face with his hands.

He was embarrassed.

Tyler was embarrassed.

Jaren glanced to John, both sharing the same bit of worry but also confusion. "Tyler, hey," he said, touching his arm. "Is it a big deal we saw?"

"No," Tyler shook his head and sighed shakily. "Just... Don't tell anyone, please? Evan and Brian would kill for a chance to make fun of me and I'd rather not deal with them," he brought his hands off his face.

"But we're definitely going to bully you. That okay?" John asked.

"You two are different," Tyler said with a small nod, "I... Don't care if you two do it." He glanced away.

The two felt warm all of a sudden, with such simple words. And, sharing the brainwave they do both nodded and mumbled out quickly; "Okay!"

Jaren glanced at John then and swallowed before slowly grinning, which the other mirrored. "Of course... We still want a little something for not telling," he said.

"I'm not buying you guys lunch," Tyler said immediately, knowing he'd be broke if he threw that on the table.

"Not that," John said, his voice trailing off as he met Tyler's eyes.

"We want a kiss," they said happily.

Tyler's eyes widened and he stammered for a moment, his heart skipping a few beats. "I- I- you both are freaky," he breathed. His hands were grabbed by the two and they shared a smile, which made Tyler melt.

"Just on the cheek is fine," Jaren clarified, tilting his head to the side. "Just one."

Tyler looked between them two and then closed his eyes, bending down and quickly pressing a kiss to both of their cheeks.

...

"Oh," John's breath hitched and he felt Tyler grip his hand. "You-you really..."

Jaren was rendered speechless by surprise and he touched his cheek with his free hand.

"There," Tyler mumbled, squeezing both their hands before breathing out shakily. "Lets... Go and meet the others now, yeah? We can," he paused and contemplated for a minute, "maybe we can get lunch after all."