#like give me a bunch of friends and a bed or bean bag or couch and I’m all for a cuddle puddle moment

[princessbeebee]

Squishmallow Scare and Peter Bucky Barnes x regressed!reader

I have been obsessed with squishmallows lol so I decided to write this. If anyone has any suggestions my asks are open ♡

word count: 1.7k 

Mute!regressed!reader 

Y/N had accumulated a bunch of squishmallows since Bucky loved spoiling his baby. Almost every time he’d go to the store he would actively search for any squishmallows. Steve has also looked for them before when the store opens just to get the one she wanted even though she would rarely ask for them. 

Bucky would hear her talk about new ones that come out and so he would try and get them, even with Steve's help. Y/N woke up from a scary nightmare and Bucky was gone. Bucky had left for an emergency in Canada of all places and was arriving that morning. She wanted to wake up peacefully but obviously, her brain chose violence. 

She turned over in their shared bed and reached for the squishmallow that fell onto the floor when she was sleeping. The sun shone through the window causing her to strain her just closed eyes. She was sweaty and just did not want to be an adult today. So she headed to the living room where the other half of her many squishes were located. She also had a designated room that was next to Bucky’s office that was her playroom. She went up to the ten squishes and gathered them up to put them back into the playroom. 

She placed ten of them on their couch since she was home alone and needed company. The playroom had a light pink wall with a bookshelf filled with coloring books and children's books, a small comfortable couch, a bean bag, a small table, and of course all her squishes and other toys. The squishmallows were in the corner of the room and piled up. She dumped them on top of each other carefully and stared at them. She sleepily bent down and moved some over to make a hole. She then crawled into it and laid down on the fluffy carpet and had all the squishes cover her body. 

She hugged one to her chest and heard the front door open and her Bucky shout out “drăguță!” Y/N stayed quiet while Bucky searched each room for her. She decided to scare him when he called for her. Bucky walked inside the playroom, where she usually was when regressed, and looked around for her. She heard his footsteps approach where the squish pile was. When it got quiet she rose suddenly which made Bucky jump and scream. “Oh my god you scared me so bad Y/N” Bucky exclaimed. She chuckled as Bucky gave her his hand so she could stand up. She still held her favorite squish as Bucky pecked her lips. He had noticed that something was off. Usually, she was talking his ear off, but she was quiet. He had experienced this a couple of times with her, she went mute when she hadn’t regressed in a while. His absence had caused her to not be able to regress since she had become accustomed to him aiding her in her regression. 

He looked at her fondly and asked “Do you need my care honey?” She just nodded and he put his arms around her waist and commanded a quiet “up”. He held her in his arms and spun her around which caused her to smile. “Is that your baby? They are very cute.” He patted the squishes head with one hand as he balanced her on his hip. “I know you’re regressed Y/N, but I will just tell you about my flight back because oh was it eventful,” Bucky said as he sat down on the playroom couch. “So I was heading to the airport and saw one of the stores that sell squishmallows and I saw that they had the mystery ones you wanted so I had to get you a couple of bags!” She squealed with joy as Bucky sat her down on the couch and walked out into the living room to grab the bag he got. She hopped on her butt in excitement as he walked back in with the colorful reusable bag. He had bought her six of the mystery bags each of them 8 inches.

She bit her lip and did grabby hands to the bag. Bucky just chuckled and placed the bag next to your lap. She dumped the bag onto the couch and a couple fell off of it. Bucky just placed the fallen ones with the others as she adamantly opened one of them. “These are not like any of the ones I have gotten you before, they are scented, but I am not sure if all of them smell like marshmallows or if they all have different smells. The bag doesn’t say but I am sure your nose will figure it out huh baby” Bucky explained. She struggled with opening the bag so she grunted and held it out towards Bucky. He smiled and dug in his pocket to grab his abalone shell pocket knife to cut it open. “Here honey you’re too small let me do it.” “And remember to never touch a sharp object, only me ok?” He asked while giving her a wink. 

She blushed as he handed her one bag. “Ooooo which one did you get princess!” He exclaimed. The scent of chocolate was overwhelming but comforting as she pulled out the green dragon. She beamed as she hugged the small green creature. Bucky continued cutting the tops open and handing them to her. She just squealed in joy as she pulled out each stuffie giving each a kiss and hug. Surprisingly Bucky had gotten each squish in the series, so Y/N was happy. He would grab one and smell it to attempt to figure out each scent. He’d hold out the stuffie for her to sniff also as he listed off his guesses of each scent, which she’d either respond with shaking her head yes or no. He would list off weird guesses like “grass” or “slime scent”, which would just make her laugh. Her favorite had to be the unicorn since she smelled like flowers.

 “So how about a snack, you know Peter is coming over today right?” Her head shot up and looked towards Bucky. She hadn’t played with Peter in so long since he was moving into the tower and preparing to work as a full-time avenger. Y/N and Peter were regressors, but the only issue is that Tony was his caregiver and had passed away the year before. This caused him to struggle to regress, which would affect his crime-fighting. Luckily, Y/N, Bucky, and Steve had helped him get back to his old self, but being an Avenger was hard. Bucky and Y/N walked into their shared kitchen to have a quick snack before Steve and Peter came over. 

She sat at the table and watched her caregiver cut fresh strawberries into tiny pieces for her. She eventually ate all her strawberries and patiently waited for Peter to arrive so she could play with her. She had never been mute when Peter came over to play, so Bucky knew to explain to Peter why she isn’t talking to him and how she is not being rude to him. Thankfully, Steve texted Bucky and told him that Peter was about 8 years old today. Bucky had completely forgotten to ask Y/N what age she was today, so he asked and she held up four fingers. “Aw such a good baby thank you for showing me four fingers, you’re so smart,” He cooed. 

Steve came in with Peter rushing inside to find his friend Y/N. She got a little frightened by the rush and cowered and hid her face with the purple unicorn. Bucky placed a soothing hand on her arm as Steve reprimanded Peter for not keeping his composure. “Peter I told you she is younger than you right now. I know you are excited to see her but you need to apologize for giving her a scare,” Steve said. Peter walked up with his green plastic dinosaur with a sad look and apologized to her. Peter sat directly in front of her on the floor as she sat on the couch rubbing her unicorns fur. “Hey! I said I was sorry Y/N! Why are you ignoring me,” Peter whined. Steve quickly told him to lower his voice since the whining made her cower. 

Bucky then explained why Y/N was acting the way she was. Peter seemed to understand that it was not his fault at all and seemed to get embarrassed. However, this made Peter even more caring of her. He felt the need to be protective of her now, to be her big brother. He quickly placed his favorite big green T-Rex next to her thigh as Peter ran to her playroom. Steve just sat and let Peter do what he wanted to do. Peter then came rushing back in taking all the squishes he could grab in his hands and bringing them inside the living room. He then placed them all on the couch which made her smile at Peter. He knew your dolls were like a security blanket to you. 

You two played together for the whole day. Peter mostly would tell you stories he made up in his brain about dinosaurs and robots which would make you smile. He also helped you eat dinner, which was dino nuggets, french fries, and a Capri sun. He’d even give you an extra nugget just because he felt bad. Dessert was a pudding cup with sprinkles in it. Eventually, it was 8 pm which was your bedtime, Peter did not want to leave and pleaded that he stay the night. So Steve agreed and left him there with Bucky.

Both Y/N and Peter slept in the playroom on foldable beds that could be turned into chairs. A night light was turned on near the door as Bucky set up their beds. He opened the closet and pulled out two fuzzy princess and robot blankets for the two. Y/N walked up to her squish pile and handed Peter a dog squishmallow to sleep with. He ruffled her hair and said thanks as they both cuddled in their beds. Bucky stood by the door and smiled at the two. Y/N hugged two of her new squishes and wished that she had more to cuddle.

Drăguță -  Cutie in Romanian

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[seostudios]

mark’s dad.

pairing: johnny x fem!readr

genre: fluff + smut (like little angst) info: dilf!johnny, son!mark, best-friend!mark, aged-up!johnny warnings: age gap, unprotected sex, masturbation (fem) wc: 2.1k

note: hi i wrote this on my phone at like 1-3 in the morning... sorry if it’s bad but i wanted to put out something! i hope you guys enjoy it though cause dilf!johnny is so sexy

i think my son ditched you for haechan today, dear.” mr.suh informed you as you stood respectively in front of him, wearing an oversized sweater and basketball shorts. “aw man, i drove all this way for a movie with mark, and he ditched me for his other best friend...” you quietly sneer, the obvious jealously making an appearance. johnny chuckled, hands resting on his hips. he felt bad you came all this way for a simple movie night. “how about this?” your eyes look up, to the terrifyingly good looking man. “i will treat you to a movie and popcorn!” he suggested, knowing very damn well he’s going out of his way to possibly spend time with his son’s best friend, who he has known since they were sewed to the hip in sophomore year, now in university. “i-i don’t think that’s be appropriate,” “why? because i’d like to spend time and get to know the friend and possible love interest of my son? i don’t see any harm in that. i’ll get my coat.” he quickly responded, saving himself.

you knew he said you’d watch a movie together but you didn’t expect to get yourself two tickets to go watch a movie at an actual theatre. “that was amazing mr.suh-“ johnny looks down at your tiny figure holding the popcorn, “-i mean johnny!” if you’re being honest now, it was really nice getting to know johnny, besides the age difference and the possible complications with your amazing friendship with his son, you liked him. making your way over to his car, you listen on as he rambles about how he hasn’t this much of an outing since mark was in high school. “now he’s clinging onto me like we’re dudes, like i’m his dad not his bro.” he laughed, starting the car. “that’s so sweet though!! my mom never gave an effort to trying to be my friend even when i tried,” although you kind of party pooped the mood, you can literally reverse uno it right there. “but whatever!! she still brings me shopping which is good enough,”

nearing midnight and you know god damn well your mom would’ve killed you if she knew you took a taxi home alone in the middle of the night. johnny picked up on this, and even if he saw you in a new light today, a light which could possibly ruin his relationship with his son and a possible one with you, he couldn’t have let you home alone. “you know what? marks sleeping over at haechan’s anyway. i’ll call your mom and tell her you should stay over.” nodding, you let yourself in and up into his (messy) bedroom.

“hope you enjoy peanut butter and jelly for dinner, i kind of forgot to buy groceries...” johnny said handing you a plate of mini sandwiches. you mutter a quick thanks before digging in. tonight you saw johnny not as mr.suh but as johnny, the hot ass mother fucking dilf of the neighbourhood. you thought you were just a regular teenager to him, but you thought wrong. feeling his gaze on your exposed neck, lips. how his breathing would quicken whenever you leaned in to grab another sandwich. “wanna watch america’s got talent?” you asked pointing towards the couch. he shrugs agreeing, “why not?”

you had insisted on cleaning the dishes, i mean it was the least you could do. “so what’s the point of this whole show? to humiliate people or actually scout out people?!” johnny questioned staring at the screen, not noticing how you went from being on opposite ends of the couch to being almost inches away. should you initiate something? no, that would be overstepping into something erasable.

“this is so wrong,” you tell yourself before abruptly standing up. johnny turns his attention to you, trying to foreshadow your next moves. however, he didn’t expect for you to turn back around and straddle on his lap, “whoa..” he said, gripping onto your hips. “i want you.” his mind goes blur momentarily, “i-i cant, your my son’s best friend...” god, you looked so hot with your shorts bunched up as far as they could as you slowly grinder down onto his (huge) clothed cock. “fu..fuck,” he moans aloud, pushing all thoughts aside except for the one that kept telling him to ruin you tonight. the night was going better than planned, since you were in straddled on a topless johnny with only your bra and shorts on... probably a good twenty five minutes into kiss play, but mark chose the best time to unintentionally cockblock you and his dad. “y/n!!”mark shouted through the phone loud enough for johnny to hear (and the speaker wasn’t even on!) “yes markie?” you cooed, using one hand to speak on the phone and the other to signal johnny to keep it quiet. your hands trailed overtop your breasts, cupping them through your bra and pinching your hardened nipples, soon bringing your cold fingers down to the waistband of your shorts. “it’s fine. we can always watch a movie next weekend, i literally see you everyday! go hang out with hyuck,” you encouraged. past the waistband and under the hello kitty panties your hand comes in contact with your sensitive (dripping) folds. “a-ah, m..mark i gotta go...” “are you getting laid or something? i’m out.” he quickly ends the phone and you made sure to turn on ‘do not disturb’ incase he calls again.

“go on, i’ll watch.” johnny said seductively observing you as you toyed with your sensitive clot. “i’m close johnny!” you quietly moan into his ear, rubbing faster. “cum on your fingers, now.” he ordered, feeling you twitch underneath him, grinding as you had an orgasm. “dirty girl...” he groans watching you pull your fingers up to suck dry. now, you were a filthy girl, tasting yourself without being told to, cumming in your panties which you knew damn might have to force you to go commando tonight in marks bed. it was like a slap in the face when johnny lifted you up to stand, “it’s late. i- we should head to bed... i can give you some new shorts... since you know,” he quickly stammered before swiping his shirt off the floor, heading upstairs.

it was almost nine in the morning when you woke up, you knew johnny woke up around seven to eight so the sizzling smell of bacon wasn’t just some evil mind games. after last night, you felt, intense shame and guilt. did you seriously just betray your best friend for a lousy orgasm you could’ve done alone in the bathroom. “your up! i made breakfast, go ahead and dig in, i’m just gonna be cleaning up my bedroom.” he sounded as if you didn’t cum all over his lap not even 12 hours ago, but i guess he shouldn’t dwell in the past especially this time.

“mr.suh! my mom’s here! thank you... goodbye!” you shout from the front door. “anytime! bye!” he replies before you jolt out the door.

it’s been a couple days and johnny hasn’t left your mind. you always think about what stopped him, was it the age? your friendship with mark? that fucking phone call? johnny and you that night was like no other, you saw him for johnny, not mr.suh and it made your panties soak at every thought. how his ink black hair is always combed and in the most attractive middle part, how his broad should could feel when you hold yourself while being railed by his enormous cock. it was big, would it even fit? you’ve been with men before but the bulge you felt poking you in then thigh was something else compared to the other men.

you roamed his mind freely too. spending his day drinking hours, pondering over you, will you just slap him in the face and let him know you want him and you don’t care? he hopes. but it’s wrong. “dad! y/n’s coming over to study today,” mark shouted running down the stairs to his father. “so don’t snatch her up and take her away for a movie date, we got an exam this monday.” he said nonchalantly, the mention of their little outing slipping oh too casually. “w-what?” he asked surprised. “yeah yeah, i know about your little date and hook up” “- we didn’t hook up.” johnny interrupted, “well whatever you were doing for her to end my phone call like that,” he goes to the fridge to grab some milk, “so...” johnny said, eager on his son’s say on this. “so..? do you want me to be mad, dad?” i was lying if i said johnny was chill now... “no!!!!” he shouted, which earns a couple laughs from mark. “hey, dad,” mark sits down infront of his father. “it’s okay, y/n probably likes you back so you can do whatever you want with her, except hurt her cause i’ll kill you.” he deadpans before letting him off with a laugh. “so she can be your new mom for all you care?” he asked, playfully of course, waiting for the “hell no” and “what the fuck dad?!” to come but... “i mean she bags and tells me what to do, she helps me with school, laundry and chicks so... i don’t see why not,”

ding ding ding ding ding ding now what? hopping off the bean bag you were binge watching the office on, you head over to the door, not caring what you look like, just shut up to whoever had the audacity to spam a doorbell. “hello?!” you look up, “hey y/n,” johnny said with a small daisy in his hand.

“let me be your boyfriend,”

“what about mark?” you asked, staring at your feet wiggle in anticipation. hoping he’d tell you he doesn’t care and we could do whatever we wanted to. “funny you asked, he said for all he cares you could be his step mom.” you threw your head back laughing “he what?! no he didn’t....” the laughter dies down soon enough to get back to seriously listening in on what he has to say but did mark really not care? “your girlfriend huh?” you asked, raising a brow. he nodded. johnny proceeds to take the daisy and place it behind your ear, “you look like shit, but that is sexy as fuck.” he said, caressing your cheek before leaning in to place a peck on your lips.

“i don’t get why you drove half an hour here to say that, when i was already coming over to study.” you tell your boyfriend, johnny, as your backs his mattress. it was seriously an eventful day, wasn’t it? “i thought i should be romantic,” he shrugged turning to his side to wrap his large arms around your waist pulling you in closer. “i like this...” he mumbled into your hair, slowly drifting off to sleep.

“are you falling asleep?! we need to leave in ten minutes!!” you shouted, attempting to free yourself from his hold but he was knocked out and not letting go any time soon. “i hate you.” “i think it’s the quiet opposite y/n dear,” he replied, burying himself in the blanket, bringing you with him. “now let’s take a quick nap, mark can wait,” you sigh in defeat, “okay fine... twenty minutes!”

five months later, and you couldn’t believe having a relationship with your best friends dad was oddly working out perfectly. “johnny! fuck! baby your so good!” you whine as he penetrates into you against the wall. your legs wrapped around his waist as his cock rubs around your g-spot stimulating you into your third orgasm of that night. mark had recently gone travelling with jeno for fun so that meant you and johnny could’ve have your own fun in the empty house. “you can cum for me one more time can’t you?” he begged, placing you on the kitchen counter, kissing down your stomach. “answer me...” he sucks harhly on your clit. “yes! i can!!” you whined, squirming feeling johnny licking up your juicie; which sure as hell was mixed with his own cum, lapping his tongue around until you were shaking under his mouth and curling your toes to his mouth’s magic. “i’m- i’m cumming!!” you scream, releasing your juices onto the man’s face. “my favourite meal of the day.” he playfully joked before pinching your nipple. “tired?” he asked, as if he hadn’t been using you as a cum dump for hours. “mhm,” you reply opening your arms for him to carry you up, because “no way in hell am i walking up the stairs today after being railed by a monster cock.” you said snorting with a laugh. nonetheless, johnny swoops you up and gracefully carried you up and into his bed, “we can clean up tomorrow, let’s sleep now.” he said, feeling you wrap around him like a koala. “mmm goodnight... i love you,” you said in the crock of his neck, right below his ear before drifting off, “love you too,”

[ura-nick]

18- Wilbur x Reader

It's my eighteenth birthday. Myself and Wilbur just got back from his dads house for the small party they held for me.

His brother Tommy and Techno where there and Tommy's friend Tubbo was there.

"Thank you for today Will" I say to Wilbur

"Its no problem honestly Y/n, it was your 18th birthday after all" He says rubbing my back with the hand he has on my shoulder.

I smile up at the 6'5ft man that stands next to me.

I always thought he was pretty. His sweet brown eyes, his silly looking elf ears, his glasses and his contagious laughter to name a few things that where pretty about him.

"Love are you okay you've been staring for a while" Wilbur says patting my back slightly pulling me out of my thought's.

"Hmm oh yeah just thinking" I say to him giving him a wide smile. As we reached the front steps of the porch of my house he takes his had off my back and walks me up to the front door.

"Today was fun, even though Tommy pushed my cake off the counter it was fun" I tell him 

"Oh i almost forgot to give you your present from me" He says taking a little bag out of his satchel that was thrown over his shoulder. "its not much but its from me" He says handing it to me.

"Thank you Will, I shall open it when I get inside" I say to him 

"Okay, Ill see you tomorrow Y/n" Wilbur says turning on his heel and down the path back to his house.

I walk into my house where my cat Oreo and my dog Bean where laying on the couch in front of the fire place.

"Hey guys" I say to the pet to which they lift their heads a little and look at me shutting the door to my house.

I walk over to the couch and sit in the middle of both my pets "Look at what i got guys" I say to them. I know it sounds silly that im talking to my pets when they cant respond but I know by the way they look at me that they're responding.

Anyway i open the bag to see a box and a note. I pull the box out first to see what's in it. As i open the box i start to see a really pretty silver chain with a charm with a glass hole in the middle. I reach back into the bag to pull out the note which reads in WIll's messy had writing says 

' I'm not sure if you will like it or not or accept this but I would love it if you would put a light source to the necklace and see what the necklace says. After you do flip the note over' 

I do as the note says and take it over to the torch that sits on the far wall and hold the charm to it and the charm reads out 'I love you in a lot of languages. Quickly i run back over to the note and flip it over and it reads.

'I assume you read the charm but if not it says I love you in 100 different languages and i mean it in more way than one, Love Wilbur'

I quickly put on the necklace and run to the front door and shout good bye to the animals. 

I open the door and start running down the street to Will's house.

Four houses down i stop and open the gate running up to the front steps of the house and knock franticly on the door.

Soon the door opens to see a tired Phil looking confused as ever, Then i remember that it is about 10 o'clock at night.

"Sorry Phil is Will up in his bedroom?" I ask the sleepy man

"Yeah he came back mumbling about how he-" I quickly thank him and run by him up the stairs and turning right towards Will's bedroom door.

I open the door to find Will crying on his bed holding a pillow mumbling about how he was stupid for giving me the necklace and how he would be rejected,

"Will?" I say to him walking over to him on his bed slightly out of breath.

"Y/n? Oh shit sorry I- I was just-" he stops half way through his sentence when he looks at my neck and sees I am waring his necklace "Your... Your waring my necklace that i got you" He say's looking up at me with glassy eye's.

"Yeah... and I think you need to know something" I say looking him in the eyes.

"I know you don't feel the same, but please don't think i'm-" I quickly shut him up by leaning forward and kiss him. I put one hand on his cheek to keep me from falling over.

I pull back from Will and start to pull away from him which he just pulls me back by the hips pulling into his lap, his head resting on my shoulder and just holding me there.

"I love you too by the way Will" I say to him and will just nods. 

"Will, I need you to let go and I need to go home" I say to him.

"No" He mumbles just loud enough for me to hear.

"Will, I'm round here every day you will see me tomorrow" I say trying to reason with him.

"No" He say's slightly louder

"Why not?" I ask him

"Because I'm scared that if I let go you will just disappear"  he say's his voice shaking.

Suddenly there's a knock on Will's bedroom door and Will's head shoots up and I turn towards the door to see Phil with Tommy and Tubbo in his arms with a tired smirk on his face.

"So it went well then?" Phil asks yawning afterword's.

I just smile and nod. I wrap his arms from around my waist and get up and go to Phil.

"I'll take the boys you go to bed and I'm sure Will wont mind helping" I say smiling back at Will who is scowling at me.

"Are you sure mate?" He asks and I just nod and take tommy and tubbo who are blowing raspberry's at each other .

"Go to bed Phil, we'll take care of them" I say to him and smile.

Phil just nods and rubs his face walking down the hall to his room.

I turn to Will the boys still in my arms and push closed the door with my foot.

"Well Will, I guess were baby sitters for tonight" I say to him walking back over to his bed and get in, the boys babbling and trying to make coherent words but its not quite there yet. Will just sighs and pulls the covers over the both of us and the boys.

"Listen I love you two dearly" I say to the boys that are laying on my sides "But if you don't sleep I'm putting you in with techno" I say patting there backs lightly and they both instantly quieten down from there babbling and lay some what peacefully.

"Will are you still up?" I ask him when I get no reply I look to my right and see that he is sleeping with his hand on Tommy's chest and his other arm is under his head.

Suddenly I feel a small tug on my shirt and i look down to see Tubbo staring up at me.

"What's wrong kiddo?" I ask him

"I wuv you" he says his hand bunching up in my shirt.

"I love you too Tubbs"

"What bout me?" Tommy says

"I love you too Tommy" I say to him too

"Dose Wibur wuv us?" Tubbo asks 

"Of course he dose Big man" I say to both of them "Its time to sleep now" I say to the pair of them and they nod and start to fall asleep.

I sigh happily and get comfy to start to fall asleep next to the kids and Wilbur.

"Y/n...." I hear the voice of 12 year old Techno say "I threw up"

"God damnit" 

[fbfh]

thankful for my (found) family - demisquad + reader thanksgiving special

2.4k

platonic everyone + reader, implied future/potential leo x reader if you look real close, thalia has a girlfriend that I had to make up bc they never mention hunters of artemis but go off rick, calypso is not included bc she acts more like an antagonist imo, gif doesn’t have anything to do with it besides nostalgia lmao

happy thanksgiving <33

You and Leo are cooking in the kitchen 

You have been all day

The doorbell rings, and Annabeth goes to answer, binder full of travel plans in hand

“That should be-”

Clarisse enters with a loud greeting and a hug to everyone in arms reach

Percy’s loud cheers echo from the living room as he calls out the new score of the football game he’s keeping everyone updated on

She drops her bag, hopping over the back of the couch to watch with Percy

“Woah woah, catch me up Jackson! What'd I miss?”

Hazel is helping Rachel make cute diy table settings and party favors 

Rachel, as with most art projects she takes on, is very focused on making it Martha Stewart levels of cute and amazing 

Frank and Piper are keeping everyone updated on the parade 

Frank pops down the stairs, calling out, “The last performance just ended, the dog show starts in 5!”

Hazel drops what she's doing and exclaims, “THERE’S A DOG SHOW?!” 

She runs upstairs to watch with Frank, her yellow dress swishing behind her

You chuckle, calling over to Annabeth as you mix batter in a bowl, " Hey Annabeth, how are the travel plans looking?"

She shuffles through some papers in her binder

"Magnus and Alex had another layover, but they should still be able to make it in time. Thalia and her hunter friend will be here in 10, and Travis's flight got delayed because of a sudden snow storm."

"Really?" You reply, "This time of year? That's pretty ironic for a son of Hermes..."

"I know, I'm looking at some shuttle services to see if that would be faster…" Annabeth replies

Nico enters, stealing a couple appetizers, "This is so stupid, I could just go get him."

Will, right behind him, eats the appetizer Nico hands him and replies, "No you can't. Doctors orders."

Nico starts to protest 

Will shoots him a look 

"Boyfriend's orders."

Nico tries in vain to stare him down,  "… Va’ a farti fottere." he says, cracking a smile

"Love you too," Will counters 

You and Leo shoo them out of the kitchen before they steal more of your recipes

Jason and Grover walk by with a bunch of pillows and blankets, setting up guest rooms. 

Grover calls through the pile of fluff he's carrying, "Hey, we're gonna need a few more pillows-"

Jason, over his pile of bedding, corrects, "A lot more!" And Annabeth runs over to help carry some of the blankets he's about to drop

"-A lot more pillows…"

You grab your keys

"okay uh… Grover, do you want to head to the store to get some more pillows-"

Leo, vigorously sautéing something adds over his shoulder, "And basil! And, uh… red wine vinegar, olive oil, and potatoes."

You rip a piece of paper off the notepad on the fridge and scribble a quick list 

You're probably going to need some more ice, too 

Tyson, very distressed, holds up an empty container of mellowcream pumpkins, declaring, "THERE'S NO MORE BABY PUMPKINS!" :(

you loudly add candy pumpkins to the list

Rachel approaches. 

"Are you going to the store?"

"Yeah," you reply, "how's crafting going? You need anything? "

"We're almost out of glitter and mod podge. It's not looking good. We could use some more fake leaves, warm toned glitter, and rhinestones - the nice ones."

Grover looks slightly lost 

You narrate as you add to the list, "Fancy rhinestones, mod podge, fake leaves, red, yellow, orange, and brown glitter…"

Tyson, still distressed, yells, "AND BABY PUMPKINS!"

:(

You hold up the paper, "Already on the list, bud, Grover's gonna get them!"

"What if he gets the wrong kind?" Tyson asks 

You, turn to Grover quietly, "Grover, can you take Tyson?"

Grover nods

"Hey Tyson, Grover has a lot of stuff to get, could you go be his shopping buddy? That way you can pick out the right baby pumpkins."

He doesn't look convinced

He wants to keep working on a secret project he’s been doing out by the garage

"And…" you add, sweetening the deal, "you can get two candies for the way home."

He agrees

You turn to Grover; "I'll call you guys an uber-"

"I'll drive."

You all turn around, shocked to see Reyna awake. 

You thought she was still passed out 

She showed up at 9am and immediately fell asleep from traveling all night 

"Reyna, hi! Are you sure-"

"We'll be fine, I need to stretch my legs a little." She proves by rolling her shoulders

"Okay, as long as you're sure," you hand her the paper, re-entering the kitchen

She takes the paper from your hand as you shut off the beeping timer and grab a pair of oven mitts from the drawer

Reyna examines the paper, "...This is a weird list. Where are we supposed to get all this?"

Leo moves to the side as you pull out the rolls from the oven, using tongs to set them on a wire cooling rack, "Maybe target?"

Leo, still very focused on cooking, announces, "If you get me generic brand spices I will burn this place to the ground."

"O-kay," you turn back to Reyna, laughing, "there's a Wegmans and a Joanne's right next to the TJ Maxx, you can probably find everything there."

"We'll be back within the hour." She states, taking your keys. 

Rachel meets her at the door. "Here, use my card. Also, make sure you get the flat backed swarovski crystals. And please pick some glitter with a nice color shift!"

You remind them to call or text with any questions and be safe

Heading back into the kitchen, you fill up a big bowl with carrots, celery, cucumbers, and mushrooms

You grab two cutting boards, knives, peelers, and a plastic bag for the peels, tips, and tails

You set it all down on the coffee table in front Percy and Clarisse

“Can you guys get the relish tray started?” 

They agree, and immediately return to yelling at the referee

You shake your head laughing, and head back to the kitchen

“How we looking, Sparky?”

“Stuffing cups just went up in the oven, pie crust dough is chilling, and the green beans are almost done sauteeing. Rolls are cooling - could you stir the cranberry sauce? - and… the turkey is going up as soon as the stuffing is out.”

You stir the sauce as you continue talking

“Great! We’re making good time so far. Oh, I found a recipe for brown sugar pie, which Frank requested - apparently it’s a Canadian Thanksgiving thing - so I figured if you’re doing turkey I can handle the pies.” 

He pours some cooking wine into the pan, and shakes it as the alcohol burns off

“Sounds like a plan, babycakes.” 

You laugh at the nickname, and grab butter, salt, some herbs, and a stick blender to finish the potatoes

A few minutes later, you hear the door open 

Reyna and the boys are back already? That was quick

You wonder if they need help bringing groceries in

“Eeeey get over here you knucklehead!” 

Bags drop, and you hear Jason laughing in protest

You poke your head out of the kitchen, and see Thalia with Jason in a headlock

In spite of the fact that he’s about half a foot taller than her, she’s still noogie-ing him, pretending she can’t hear him objecting through his laughs

She finally lets him go, greeting everyone as he adjusts his glasses

She bear hugs Annabeth, punches Percy in the arm, and high fives and hugs pretty much everyone else

You run up the stairs to the guest room Grover was setting up before he left

You finish making the bed head back down, meeting Frank and Hazel on the way 

"Oh, Hazel, what did you think of the dog show?"

"It blew my wig!" She says giddily 

A confused smile settles on your face

"It was awesome and she loved it," Frank translates smoothly

He and Will are understandably best at deciphering 40s slang

Thalia is introducing everyone to Amber, a girl she’d met on the hunt and become really close with

You greet her, and turn to Thalia

“Your room is all set up if you wanna get settled in,” you turn to Amber, “and yours will be ready soon,” 

They share a look

“Oh,” Thalia starts grabbing their bags, “that’s fine, we can share a room. We share a tent on the hunt all the time, right Ambie?”

"Oh,”

And then it clicks

“yeah, however you’re comfortable.”

You grab one of the bags, and help them upstairs

“Why don’t you guys take a while to settle in, I’ll tell the others you’re resting.”

They thank you, and you start to leave

“By the way,” you poke your head back in, “you two seem really cute together. Welcome to the family, Amber.” 

She blushes and Thalia gives you an appreciative look

You nod and head back down

You let the others know they’re going to nap for a little while, and not to wake them up

“Hey, any travel updates?” You ask Annabeth, on your way back into the kitchen

“Alex just texted, she and Magnus are finally on their way, should be here in the next few hours. As for Travis…” 

She holds out her phone, showing you Travis’s tiktok

He’s filming the mirror in the airport bathroom

“So uh, my flight’s delayed, I’m bored, I’m gonna fuck with some people,” he holds out a hand full of stickers that look like outlets

He records himself putting them around the airport, then gets people’s reactions when they try to use them

He ends the video asking for more prank ideas

You look back up at Annabeth, holding back a laugh, “Seems like he’s doing okay,” 

“Oh,” she replies, “that’s not all.”

She scrolls up, showing the next prank video where Travis goes around the airport having fake phone conversations to get people’s reactions

Conversation topics including ‘I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but slept with your grandma’, ‘hey bro I can’t come to the party, also turns out I’m going to be your stepdad’, ‘hey dude remember that old lady we used to cat sit for? Well, I found out I got chlamydia from her, so…’, and ‘yeah man, I’m so excited for the poetry slam. Also, it turns out my jazz fever is actually syphilis.’. 

Your hand flies over your mouth, trying not to laugh loudly enough to wake Thalia and Amber

“Yeah,” Annabeth says, fighting her own laughter, “he’s doing okay.”

You start putting together ingredients for pie filling

“That is the most in character thing I could have imagined,” you laugh, and Annabeth shows Leo the videos

“There’s a bunch more, too,” she adds, “Around making tiktoks, he found a bus heading this way. He’ll be here in a few hours.” 

“Cutting it close,” you muse, filling pies, “I’m glad he’s not stuck at the airport though. How about Connor?” 

“Haven’t heard much from him, but he said he'll be here in time for dinner."

A little while later, Thalia and Amber re enter, joining Percy and Clarisse in the living room 

The door opens shortly after, and Tyson enters, arms full of containers of candy pumpkins 

Reyna and Grover are right behind him

You take Grover's bags, announcing that Thalia got here a little while ago

He bleats excitedly and runs to hug her, Reyna right on his heels

Piper and Tyson bring in the rest of the groceries

Tyson sets down the last bags in the kitchen, looks out the window, yells, "IT'S ALMOST SUNSET!", and runs back out into the back yard, presumably to finish his mystery project 

Everyone eventually makes their way to the living room, nibbling on appetizers and watching classic Thanksgiving specials 

The food is almost done, all that's left is decorating the pies and a little tidying up 

You walk over to Leo, placing your hand on his shoulder 

He looks up at you

"Why don't you go take a quick shower and change before dinner," you muse, knowing the hoodie and jeans he's been cooking in all day isn't the outfit he'd picked out, "I'll wrap things up in here,"

He thanks you, dramatically presses a kiss to your forehead, and exits the kitchen 

You decorate the pies distractedly, catching the doorbell right before the second ring 

You smile at the people about to enter

"Annabeth," you call, "Magnus and Alex are here!" 

She drops what she's doing, and runs over to greet them 

Leo is back down stairs a short while later 

His brick red hoodie replaced with a burgundy one - his fancy hoodie as he calls it - a heavy flannel layered on top, and a beanie pulled over his almost dry hair

His pyrokinesis makes you forget how cold he gets sometimes 

You're about to go upstairs to change out of your cooking clothes when Tyson enters dramatically 

"The surprise is done!"

Everyone files outside to see what Tyson made as he leads you all out to the garage 

Perfectly attached to the side, is a very small horse stable 

"Wow!" Percy starts, "Great job, dude!"

Tyson is beaming as he's showered with confused praise 

"So uh," Percy ventures, "what did you build it for?"

"Maybe something like this?!" Descending voices declare in unicen 

Travis and Connor land in front of you on no other than Blackjack

Everyone erupts into cheers

“I thought you were stuck at the airport! What about those tiktoks?”

“Saved in my drafts, baby!” Travis laughs

Percy greets Blackjack and everyone else heads back inside with Travis and Connor 

You run upstairs to shower quickly and change, and are back downstairs just in time for appetizers and drinks 

You're about to take a sip of coffee when the door opens 

An irregular set of footsteps echoes into the room, along with a familiar voice 

"Ah, children, I hope there's room for one more," 

Everyone turns in surprise as Chiron enters the room 

After lots of warm excited greetings and making sure he has a warm cup of tea, he settles in to chat for a while

"I was on my way to meet with my more, ah, rambunctious cousins, but I couldn't let a day like today pass without stopping by."

After two cups of tea and lovely conversations, Chiron heads out to meet up with the other party ponies 

Thalia, Percy, and Will get all the food on the dining room table while Rachel makes the finishing touches to the centerpieces 

Everyone finds their seat, and you make the first toast

"I think I can speak for everyone when I say I'm thankful for you guys - my found family."

Every glass is raised

You can all drink to that. 

[ukiyo-jaem]

NCT Dream Reaction to You Wearing a Short Skirt

Renjun

he was helping you clean out your old closet at your parent's house. both of you had just bought an apartment together so your parents left you the house keys, expecting all the moving hassle to be done when they come back next monday; a road trip being paid by their jobs.

jun spent his time sitting in your old bean bag occupying himself with your old journals and photo albums. "you went to a school with a uniform?" he asked and you looked to see him looking at your old school's photo album.

"wha- oh yeah." you breathed out a slight laugh and dug a little deeper into your closet. "speaking of uniforms." you chuckled and held up the plaid skirt to your body, looking into your mirror.

"i wonder if it still fits." your head leaned to the side. "im gonna try it on." you finally decided and walked to the bathroom and wasting no time. it fit perfectly...just...shorter than you remembered.

you were gonna take it off yet remembering your boyfriend that was sitting in your bedroom.

you tucked your graphic tee into the skirt and went back to your room, his gaze still stuck to your old photos. "so what do you think?" you saw him do a double-take, his eyes landing on your ass that was practically hanging out the bottom.

"it...it fits nice." he nodded, his hands setting the book down beside him on the floor.

"i remember i would get in trouble everyday because the teachers didnt know how to mind their stares." his answer was delayed as he swallowed hard. "i mean..." you noticed a more fidgety renjun as he thought for a moment. "i can't blame them." he whispered but it was enough for you to hear.

you smiled, walking closer to him and lowering yourself onto him so your legs were straddling his thighs; the fabric of the old skirt becoming bunched up at the top of your thighs.

your hands rested on his shoulders, his frame relaxing at your touch as his hands rested on your exposed thighs.

"you're so cute and blushy." you pinched his cheek and his smile fell. a more unsettling tone took place as his eyes seemed to get darker. he took your wrist and gripped your hand roughly, forcing your hand down to his now apparent bulge.

"and you're such a brat. you know what you were doing, baby." an airy laugh escaped his chest as your hand could feel him getting harder by the second.

"so...are we going to do something about this or are you going to keep grinding on my lap acting like i don't notice?"

Jeno

he was finally off and agreed to go on a small date to relax and unwind. "im going to go get ready." you said getting up and kissing his cheek. "alright. ill just wait for you here." he smiled and watch you walk off.

you wanted to do a coupley outfit today. you grabbed a tighter white t-shirt and a shorter pink plaid skirt with one of his oversized flannels. you walked down and he immediately almost started choking on the water he was drinking.

"isnt it so cute?" you asked as you did a little spin infront of him. yet, his response was just picking you up and holding you tightly as he walked back to the bedroom.

you didn't know he was going to react the way he did. jeno saw you in the short and flowy skirt and thought he saw red.

the coffee date seemed so distant as you were both in bed now, entangled in eachother. his hands would grip your thighs with such force it felt like he could break you in half if he really wanted to.

"you just look so good." his lips attacked your neck and painting it with dark hues. "i just can't control myself." your hands gripped and pulled at his hair; messiness setting in and making him look absolutely euphoric.

his hands got lost up your shirt and was just grabbing and pulling roughly. he couldn't take it anymore and just ripped your shirt down the middle, your chest now exposed, rising and falling quickly.

"you look so nice, babydoll." he fawned at you, his hand coming to brush your hair back out of your face.

"you should wear this kind of stuff more often." he winked, laying a more softer kiss against your lonely lips.

[you're mark]

Hyuck

all day...games...after breakfast...games...after lunch...games...after you fell asleep in his arms for nap, you woke up to the constant keyboard clicking...after dinner he was right back in his chair with the rest of the boys on a conference call on his phone; shouting following you down the hall and into the living room.

you were done though. you wanted to have your time with hyuck. it was your turn. you went to your dance bag, grabbing your old costume skirt from a previous dance competition. you went to the bathroom and changed quickly. you added the finishing touch which was one of his shirts; his weakness for seeing you in his clothes running through your revengeful mind.

no time was wasted as you went to the shared bedroom. "no go to the left, jae!" "the other left." your boyfriend yelled at his computer screen.

your soft steps went unnoticed until you were right next to him. you set your hand softly on his shoulder. he only looked at you for a second though. "hey, babe." he spaced back out, not even noticing your attire options.

"jaemin if i have to tell you one more time on where to go i am goi-" your fingertips grazed up the side of his neck, slowly tugging on his hair at the back of his head.

his eyes closed as he leaned his head back and let out a deep sigh. his hands became limp at the keyboard and his friends began calling out for him. you had gotten him exactly where you wanted him.

his gaze became more glazed over as both of you became caught up in each other. "im so lonely, hyuckie." you whined and his hand began trailing up the back of your thigh.

"you just had to ask." he smiled a little and his eyes finally caught his t-shirt hanging from your body.

he turned his chair and leaned forward to grab your body and put you on top of him. "LEE DONGHYUCK WHERE ARE YO-" "im busy. bye." and he hung up quickly as they tried to make him stop.

"now where were we?" he asked as his hand came to both sides of your face, guiding you to kiss him softly, hands then coming down to just go back up his shirt.

yet when he took his shirt off your body, he was met with a pleasant surprise. a white skirt laid bunched up at your hips. his hands came to your exposed ass and began forcibly grind you on his lap.

your soft touches drove him absolutely wild as he wanted to make you more vulnerable as the minutes ticked by.

yall shoulda known where I was bout to go with this...

Jaemin

you went and grabbed one of your skirts you had bought awhile ago and slipped it on with some thigh high socks. you went out and started to clean up a little bit. you began to tidy the living room where jae sat on the couch watching a random show he found.

you bent over and began to clean off the coffee table. "oh sorry, am i in the way?" "a little." he said, craning his neck around you to continue watching the show.

you wanted to face palm and walk off. yet, you were going to push on. you grabbed your phone, checking random emails as you sat in the seat next to him. "hey, jae?" you asked and he only tilted his head toward you, his pinkish hair being contained by a black baseball cap.

"im gonna go out with jeno for a little bit. i'll be back in a couple hours." you said and grabbed your keys from infront of him and trying to walk over his legs.

his arm flew forward and wrapped around your body, pulling you down towards him quickly.

"you're not going anywhere dressed like that, princess." he said, gaze looking down at you in his lap.

"well i want to do something then." you sat up in his lap and crossed your arms over your chest. "then do something. but you're not going to go do something with my friend dressed like this." his touch slowly going up under your skirt.

"well come on, princess. do something." his hands then went behind his head. a smirk sat on his lips and he felt as if he won. he really did and at this point you were desperate.

"please, jaemin. just touch me." you pouted and he wanted to coo at your cute ways but he bit his lip and waited. "i don't think you need me ye-" you grabbed his hand and put it on your clothed heat.

you grinded on his hand desperate for some friction. you were ready for him but he didn't want to give you that satisfaction yet.

he wanted to keep you in this skirt forever and you be his little princess that only he could do this to.

he froze in his position, his eyes locked onto his hand that disappeared under your tiny skirt.

his other hand grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you down towards his lips where he was ready to give you what you were wanting and waiting for.

Chenle

this baby wouldn't know what to do when he saw you in your tiny skirt.

he would feel turned on definitely but didn't want to act out of line and touch you if this wasn't your clear and true intention.

you would have to guide him a little bit on what to do but once he started going, he found it hard to stop. you were a new drug-like anomaly he was completely addicted to.

this was still new to him so you doing this for the soul purpose of getting this kind of reaction...well...he didn't mind it all too much.

he asked you for permission to touch you even when you guided his hands onto you.

"can...can i-" "you don't have to ask lele. just do what feels right." you smiled a little, beginning to kiss up his neck softly. "even if you know it's completely wrong."

boyfriend lele vibes are strong in this one uwu i just had to put it in

[jj-lynn21]

can you write something where Roman and his wife are having a bunch of arguments and there to the point where they don’t know if they want to stay together. Peter tells them to go to marriage counseling. The therapist tells them to spend time with each other while there at work. Reader goes to his job and Roman goes to hers. And they just talk and watch each other work.

AN ALMOST BREAK-UP

“What the Fuck do you want now?” Roman screamed into the phone. “I’m busy.”

“Fuck you Roman.” You hung up.

Roman called you back. “Why the fuck did you hang up on me? You fucking call me while I’m working and...”

“I thought you said you were to busy? Fuck off Roman.” You hang up on him again.

He was seething. You were boiling. This was getting all to much. You were ready to leave him for good. It wasn’t always like this. Fighting and fucking to make-up. You thought he was the sexiest creature you ever laid eyes on whe you saw him leaning up against a wall at school talking to Peter just ten years ago. He would stand one step off school property smoking just so they couldn’t do shit to him. He was a rebel. A bad boy you wanted to tame.

When you eventually got the nerve to walk up to him to say hell he already new you liked him. He tried to play cool, but he was as nervous as you when you went on your first date to the movies with Peter and Letha. You thought for sure he would make a move in the darkness. He was a gentleman even when you practically jumped in his lap hiding your eyes under his chin when the movie scared you. He kissed you softly when he dropped you off the day. By the third date both of you wanted each other more than you cared to admit.

After sharing a milk shake you went out out to his jag. You took your panties off. He pulled you onto his lap. You took off his belt and he had his jeans and boxers down quickerly than you thought humanly possible. You fucked in his car for the first time that day. It was intense, exhilarating and hot. What made it even more exciting is you could have gotten caught at any moment. Roman was the first man that ever made you come.

Now he didn’t seem to care if you were satisfied or not. As long as he wore you out so you were not screaming at each other anymore he seemed fine. Fight and fuck became the normal. You had enough. You barely saw him the last few weeks or maybe over a month. He would leave for work before you were awake. He would come home after you were in bed usually smelling of bourbon and cigarettes. Even if you were not asleep you pretended to be when he tried to rouse you. He even masturbated right beside you in bed this week. He was so disgusting.

Roman sat with Peter on his lunch hour chain smoking and drinking. “I don’t know what is fucking going on with her.” He told his friend. “She doesn’t even want to fuck anymore.’

“I wouldn’t either, Roman.” Peter said bluntly. “Here.” Peter handed him a business card.”Me and Letha were probably were you two are right now a few months ago but I didn’t whine about it to you. Dr. Linda helped. I think she could help you to. Sher and brush your teeth before going home. You smell like an animal.”

“You should know. “ Roman smirked putting the business card in his jacket pocket. He was not sure about going to share their grievances  but he didn’t think he should come home to you cleaned up more and at a reasonable hour. He moved some calls to the next day. They didn’t need done urgently. He showered at work and changed before coming home.

When he got there it was quiet. To quiet. He could usually hear you breath when he entered. when he walked across the room to go upstairs he noticed things missing. the pink bean bag chair he set up for you to read in a quiet corner near a window for natural light was gone. Photos of the two of you were missing. He ran upstairs. All your makeup and jewelry you kept in your area were gone. None of your cloths were in the closet. He ran his hand through his hair in frustration. He use to take you out for date nights one a week. When did he stop doing that? He guessed it had been a few weeks or months maybe? He had to do something quick before he lost his only love for good, if it was not to late already.

Roman called you. It went straight to voice message. “We need to talk on neutral ground.I hope you will meet me at the address I text you.” He called Dr, Linda. She was happy to see them that night since she got a last minute cancellation. Her voice was soothing. Even if his girl didn’t show up Dr. Linda said he could count on her to listen.

It was difficult at first. Roman and the Dr. Sat quietly. She waited for Roman to be ready to speak. Once he did it was like a flood gate. A lot of shit spewed out about his Mother and work situation. You showed up within a half hour. The Dr, greeting you with a smile. You sat far away from each other on the couch beginning to scream at each other right away. Dr, Linda let it go for a few minutes to read your body language and what was really be hind your word.

“Timeout.” She yelled. “No more talking. More listening.”

You and Roman just stared at her.

“You feel opisit of what you really are saying.” Dr. Linda suggested. “You don’t need farther from each other. You need closer. I guarantee the closer you are, the closer you will feel.’

Roman huffed. You rolled you eyes.

“You said you would go along with my suggestions Roman.” She looked to you after him. “I think you really miss him. He is very busy every day. I think the date night at least once a week need to be reinstated and for at least the next You go to work with him. You can take your own lap top to do your own writing so you don’t fall behind on your projects but go to work with Roman. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes,” You both sighed thinking it was to little to late. I want to see you next week after your first date night to hear your progress.” She smiled as she scheduled your next appointment. “This date should give you enough time. I think this could be good for you two.’

“Roman turned to you. “Will you move back in Baby?” He pouted. “You can stay in the guest room if you want.”

“Absolutely not.” Dr. Linda said. “You two need to go to dinner after this and you need to be together in your home.”

““OKay,” You whined quietly.

Roman helped you move your stuff back. The two of you were quiet at dinner. It was one of your favorite spots for date night but it felt cold. When you got home you fell into your chair and picked up your laptop to write.

“I’m going to go shower.” Roman stood in front of you but you didn’t look up. “I’m sorry I have not been taking care of myself for you lately.”

“You have smelled like an animal.’ You still didn’t look up.”

“Peter told me that to.” Roman chuckled.

You smirked. “He is a smart. man.”

“Smarter than me.” He went upstairs to shower. Put on his satin pajamas and a dash of colon.

Your senses perked up when he came down stair. You glanced at him. He was looking sexier than he had in a long time. He smiled at you looking at him continuing towards the kitchen. “Do you want some hot chocolate with whipped topping?”

You got up. “I would. Thank you Roman.” You sat on the counter as he made the treat. He turned to you walking up between you lets as the water warmed. His hands were on either side of the counter. “Let’s try not to have any more bad days. Especially one that start like this one did.”

“I can try.” You stroked his hair as you laid his head on your chest.

You did not have sex that night but held each other as they fell a sleep, When you saw how stressed out he was at work you knew why he was drinking and smoking so much, He needed a release from it all. That was the only thing available. She was across the room watching as she type up some notes for her next project. When Roman slammed the `phone down for the third time that day she walked over slowly falling to her knees in front of him. He looked at her taking her chin to stroke her face.

“I understand.” You said softly. “Can I try to help?”

“I would...” The phone rang. “fuck!” He answered it. You undid his pants he petted your head as he took the call with a CEO from another company. It was just what he needed to keep him calm.

When you got home he made sure to give you all you had been missing. Working you up slowly. Making sure you came multiple times before running you a nice bath to clean you up. It was the closness you both craved and it could only get better.

[prettyinlimegreenboots]

So FlyingPurplePenguin over on AO3 wanted to see the RedFinch proposal from this fic and I was only too happy to write it!! Alcohol and cussing are both mentioned!

December 18, 2019

The door slammed behind him as he struggled with the many grocery bags. The familiar thumping of Rex’s tail greeted him as he walked over to the kitchen table. After putting the bags on the round table, he walked back to the door to kick off his shoes and dropped his wallet and keys in the basket on the entryway table. Walking into the office, he unlatched the kennel door, leering a very excited black Labrador out of his cage. He laughed as Rex jumped and yipped excitedly.

“Come on boy, let’s go outside.” Opening the slider, he watched Rex bound outside, sniffing the ground looking for the perfect spot.

He quickly put the cold stuff in the fridge before going back to the sliding glass door. Standing in the doorway, Albert ran a hand through his hair, groaning as he reflected on the day. Of course, Race would find himself in the emergency room that morning and tailspin the day.

Slapping his thigh, he whistled for Rex, watching him run in the door.

Looking at the clock, he saw that it was 3:00 and he had plenty of time before Finch arrived home at 6. He shot him a text saying he had dinner covered and he’d see him when he got home.

Making his way into the bedroom, he heard Rex’s collar jingle as he followed. Laying on his bed, Rex gave him a look as Albert headed for the shower. He took a quick shower, letting his mind wander on the momentum weight of the night ahead.

He and Finch had been together for the last 3 years, meeting after a freak accident that included coffee, Race, and blood. As Albert was stitching up Finch, Finch asked him for his number and the rest, as they say, was history.

Throwing on a tshirt and a pair of sweatpants, he headed back to the kitchen to sort through the bags. He had planned on flank steak, potatoes, and green beans for dinner that night, along with a pie and ice cream for dessert. A six pack of Finch’s favorite beer was already becoming cold in the fridge.

Throwing together a marinade of olive oil, soy sauce, vinegar, lemon, and a bunch of spices, he threw the flank steak in the bag before putting it back into the fridge. He started cutting up potatoes and threw them in a pot of water so they were ready to start boiling in an hour. Once they were set, he snapped the green beans. Hearing the jingle of a collar, he looked up and saw Rex padding towards him hoping for some of the scraps. Throwing a green bean in his direction, Albert laughed when Rex jumped to snatch it out of the air.

Hearing his phone ring, he grabbed it. “Hello?”

“So you’re cooking dinner, huh?” Came Finch’s cheerful voice. “Did I miss something?”

Albert laughed. “No. Just felt like cooking. You’ll be home at 6, right?”

“More like 5:30. We're just wrapping things up and I’ve got a few emails to answer but I’ll be home around 5:30. Whatcha making?”

Albert nodded, realizing he couldn’t see him. “It’s a surprise but one of your favorites.”

“Do you need me to pick anything up? Jack mentioned it was a rough day for you.” He picked up the concern in his voice.

Sighing, Al finished snapping the beans, leaving them in the colander to drip dry. “No, I think I have everything. Race is an idiot and landed himself in the Emergency Room. He’s fine but it was a heart in your throat moment.”

“And how are you?”

Leaning against the counter, Albert leaned down and gave Rex a few pats. “I’m alright. Rex is keeping an eye on me.”

“Good. I love you. I'm excited to see what you’re cooking.” Finch laughed. “I’ll see you in a bit. Don’t burn down the house.”

“Shut up - that was one time and I’ve redeemed myself several times. Love you too, Finch. See you when you get here.” Hanging up the phone, he couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. Finch had always had that effect on him and honestly, he hoped it never went away.

Finishing up in the kitchen, he grabbed a bottle of water before going to sit on the couch. Rex jumped up and sat on him, panting happily. “What do you think Rex? Hmmmm … will dad be surprised?”

Leaning over, Rex licked his cheek before laying down. “I hope so bud. I hope he likes everything.”

5:30pm

The door shut as Rex started barking and made a run for the back door. Finch laughed, landing on his knees to greet the 65 pound dog. Albert shook his head at the two, draining the potatoes. Putting them on the counter, he felt Finch behind him. “Hello love.”

“Hi yourself. It smells good in here.” Finch kissed him before looking at him. “Is this the dress code?”

Albert looked at his sweats and shirt before groaning. “I meant to change before you got home …”

“Don’t. Sweats, tshirt, and steak sounds like a perfect evening.” Finch grinned, giving him another kiss.

Albert handed him an open beer. “Go get changed and unwind for a bit. Dinner will be ready in 15.”

Watching him walk out of the kitchen, Albert shook his head before grabbing the steak out of the fridge. The green beans were almost done and the potatoes needed to be mashed. Taking a deep breath, he took a sip of his beer before finishing the task at hand.

“What can I do?” Finch asked, hovering near the stove, looking at the variety of pots and pans around the kitchen.

Biting his lip, Albert motioned to the potatoes. “Wanna mash them?”

The two were quiet as they worked on their tasks. Albert seared the flank steak, letting a spicy aroma fill the kitchen, making Finch’s stomach growl. “That smells really good.”

“Good. That’s what I was aiming for.” Albert said as he flipped the steak.

He grabbed two plates, silverware and napkins before putting them on the counter. Draining the green beans, he added those to the plates as Finch dished up mashed potatoes.

Letting the steak rest for a few minutes, he pulled Finch into his arms. “I love you.”

“Love you too Al. You sure you’re alright after today? Jack seemed pretty shaken up.” Finch searched his face for any sign of concern.

Sighing, he let his head hit Finch’s shoulder. “I won’t lie, it was scary but I’m just glad he’s alright. Kat released him just before I clocked out. They’re were going home and having a low-key night.”

“I’m sorry that it was scary and it happened on your shift but at least it’s nothing serious.” Finch said, giving him a look. “Hey, he had a great nurse looking out for him.”

Giving him a smile, Albert stepped out of his embrace before cutting up the steak, putting some on each of their plates before walking over to the table

“Let’s eat.”

They held hands as they are, Finch entertaining him with stories from his job as a project manager at a major construction company. “You can cook the steak anytime you want. This is amazing.”

“A little of this and a little of that.” Al shrugged, grinning. “I just googled a recipe.”

Albert tried to stop his fidgeting but Finch picked up on it. “Alright, what’s up?”

“What do you mean?” Albert grabbed their plates, dumping them in the sink.

Pushing away from the table, Finch gave him a look, walking over to the sink. “You’re fidgety, so you’re either nervous about something or you have to tell me something. So which is it?”

“All will be revealed shortly. But you might want to go get some shoes and a hoodie or a coat on. We’re going outside.” Albert grinned, leaning over and kissing him. “The quicker you go get some warmer things on, the sooner you’ll know.”

Finch shook his head but did what Albert asked, walking towards the bedroom. He grabbed his coat and shoes before flipping the light on the patio. Rex sat at his feet. “Come on boy.”

Walking out onto the patio, he looked around the backyard they had spent so much time on. A big flower bed was on the right while a vegetable bed was to the left. They had spent the spring and summer prepping both beds and they had gotten quite a bit out of both.

He looked up at the old style lights he strung up. It had been a project on the to-do list for a while and he had strung them that afternoon.

“What are we doing -” Finch stopped short when he saw the lights and Albert on bended knee, a black box in his hand.

“Patrick Finch Cortes, I have loved you for the last three years and I will love you for the rest of my days. You are my morning light and the evening stars. Over the last three years, you’ve always been the first person I want to tell anything to and the last thing I see when my head hits the pillow. Will you do me the absolute honor and marry me?” Albert had tears in his eyes and couldn’t really see Finch’s reaction until he was tugged to his feet.

Swiping at his eyes, he saw Finch had tears in his eyes as well. “Well, what do you say? A big fancy party with all of our friends and family and at the end of it, I can call you my husband?”

“Yes, Albert, I will marry you.” Finch laughed, pulling him to his chest before kissing him. “I love you, you idiot.”

Albert laughed, standing on his tiptoes kissing him. “Me? An idiot, in what way?”

“Because I had this.” Finch held up an identical black box like the one that was in Albert’s hand. “I was going to ask you this weekend, but of course you beat me to the punch.”

Cracking open his box, Albert took out the silver ring, holding up for Finch. “Can I put this on you?”

Finch nodded, taking a shaky breath as Albert pushed the ring onto his left ring finger. “I love you Finch Cortes. Yesterday, today and even more tomorrow.”

Taking out his own ring, Finch slipped it on Albert’s hand. “I love you too Albert. Yesterday, today and even more tomorrow. You’ve made me the happiest man alive.”

“I don’t think that’s possible because I’m over the moon happy right now and I don’t think anything can bring me down.” Albert threw his arms around Finch’s shoulders, standing on his tiptoes for a kiss. “Who all knew you were going to propose?”

Finch grinned. “Jack and Race. Why?”

“Because Spot and Kat knew I was going to propose.” Albert laughed. “It’s hilarious that the four of them knew but didn’t tell their significant other. Shall we tell them?”

“Can we go inside first? It’s fucking cold out here.” Finch gave him a look, slapping his thigh for Rex’s attention.

Walking inside, Rex took his spot in front of their Christmas tree with Albert and Finch soon joining him. They took a selfie with their rings on full display before sending it off to the group with a simple message “he said yes!”

“How about we curl up and watch a movie?” Finch asked, pulling Albert up from the floor.

He groaned, looking at his fiancé. “I hate to be that person but I’m about to collapse. I held in all of my energy for asking you but I feel like I’m going to pass out. Can we take this to our bed?”

Picking him up bridal style, Finch walked them to the bedroom before throwing Al on the bed and collapsing beside him, giving him a kiss. “I love you a whole lot, Albert DaSilva.”

“Not as much as I love you, Finch Cortes.”

This was really fun to write as I haven’t explore RedFinch much! Let me know what you think!

[chibioomi]

𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

￫ 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ! : akaashi x insomniac!reader

tags: angst, small mention of death [ in another life reference ], just a bunch of akaashi fluff

summary: akaashi doesn’t like calling it by it’s most common known name. instead, he calls it insomnolence, since the most beautiful people he knows have been diagnosed with it. 

thank you to my beta readers @dismalfairy​ and ant <3

[ 11:39 pm ]

your eyelids felt as if they had weights on them, but they just weren’t heavy enough to make them close. your vision was limited, your room an inky black. reaching your hand out in front of you, you attempted to outline your fingers, something you did out of habit at this point. you felt your fingers stretch, you knew exactly where it was, but you still couldn’t see it. did you really expect it to change ? not entirely, it didn’t stop you from hoping you’d, in some magical way, acquire night vision.

turning to your side, a quiet sigh escaped your lips. it had been about two hours since you’d made yourself comfortable under the cotton blankets, but sleep had been quite stingy with her presence. she never wanted to give you more than two hours. did she hate you that much ? did you not deserve to get some rest like the majority of the population ?

“mr sandman, give me a dream . . .”

[ 1:27 am ]

having gotten bored laying in bed, waiting for something you knew wasn’t going to happen, you’d gotten up and now you were standing on the balcony, a warm cup of tea encased in between your shaking fingers. due to the nipping cold, you pulled on a pair of sweats and an old, long-sleeved tee-shirt. settling on the large bean bag your best friend had gotten you as a housewarming gift, you lifted the mug of tea, taking a small sip. the warmth of the liquid spread through your chest, bringing a satisfied smile to your lips.

turning to face the sky, you tilt your head to the side as you squint at the moon. it had become something you’d become use to looking at, giving it it’s own personality in your mind. it was one of the only things or people you’d interact with at a time like this.

the moon, and your neighbor, akaashi.

the man seemed to notice your broken sleeping schedule in the early days that you moved in. you weren’t entirely sure if he had just as much trouble sleeping as you did or just chose not to, and at a point, it was a little worrisome to you. why would anyone choose to stay awake throughout the night ? when they could easily slip into the mysterious wonders of sleep. but after many different nights of being awake together, you learned that anytime akaashi did sleep, he was plagued by nightmares, so he settled for short napes throughout the night and day.

glancing over to his balcony, which sat right next to yours, you remembered the first night you two had met out under the soft, white light from your friend above.

“you have trouble sleeping, huh ?” the raven haired male’s eyebrow quirked up as he leaned against the railing, reaching his hand out to take the mug of tea you had offered to make him just a few moments before. you just nodded your head, slinking back into your seat, body heavy with exhaustion. the day had been long and taxing. you had locked your keys in your car and had to wait for someone to come get them, resulting in you being late to work. and it just had to be that day that you had an appointment with an accountant to set up the finances for the bakery food truck you were starting up. now you had to wait another week before you could meet her, and that meant another dreadful week at your current job, waitressing at a small cafe. and even though your body was screaming for just an hour of sleep, you just couldn’t seem to give it what it wanted.

“you could say that,” a dry laugh escaped your lips as you took a sip from your own drink. placing the cup on the ground next to you, your attention was brought back to the man in front of you. when you had moved in about three weeks ago, he’d introduced himself, offered his hand for any help you’d need settling in. all you could think was how lucky you had gotten to not only gotten a nice apartment with an amazing set of neighbors, but one of them just happened to be attractive. but you never thought you’d be sharing a midnight cup of tea and problems. “but what about you ? i couldn’t help but notice you’re awake around this time, too.”

“nightmares.” that was all he said before turning his head to look up at the moon. you just nodded silently, choosing not to ask any further questions.

“if you ever need a cup of tea, you know where to find me,” you said after a few minutes of silence, standing to your feet. taking the cup back from him, you gave him a small smile and bid him a goodnight before returning into the warmth of your apartment.

[ 3:43 am ]

“insomnolence.” the word caused your eyebrow to quirk up in curiosity. akaashi had stepped out onto his balcony while you were deep in thought, catching you by surprise. seeing the confused look on your face caused him to back track. “it’s insomnia but . . . a prettier word. seemed fitting.”

“akaashi, please don’t-“

“a pretty word for a pretty girl.” a shit-eating grin tugged on the corner of your lips, and you rolled your eyes at the small attempt at a failed pickup line.

“how would one even use that in a sentence ?”

akaashi shrugged, leaning over the railing to hold out a cup of tea, a bashful look flashing across his face when he noticed the one in your hand. “i should’ve guessed you already had one but . . . i just wanted to see if i made it the way you liked.”

a warm feeling spread throughout your chest and you pushed yourself off of the bean bag to take the cup from his dainty fingers. raising the cups to your lips, you tilted your head back to take a sip, quickly nodding your head afterwards. “i didn’t think you’d actually pay attention to my tea rants.”

“i listen to everything you say,” scratching the back of his neck, he turned away from you to hide the blush creeping up his neck.

“you’re so cute, kaashi,” cradling the cup in your hands, you took another appreciative sip before placing the cup securely on the wooden panels before leaning against the railings of your own balcony. reaching out, you took one of his hands, giving it gentle squeeze. “i really do appreciate you, and these late night talks.”

“could i come over?” the question caught you off guard, but before you could even process what he had actually asked, your head had already started to nod a ‘yes’.

disappearing back into his apartment, you shook yourself back into reality. this would be the first time he’d actually been in your apartment. and you weren’t even sure if you cleaned that day. grabbing the two cups of tea from the ground, you slipped into the warm building, sliding the glass door closed behind you. internally glad that he was taking awhile, it gave you just a few minutes to clean around your the studio. just as you were putting the broom back in its respective place in one of the closets, you heard a knock at the door. glancing around once more for good measure, you hummed, satisfied with yourself.

skipping towards the door, you pull it open with a welcoming smile, as if you two weren’t just talking a few minutes ago. stepping back to let him in, you told him to make himself comfortable. slipping off his shoes, he glances around the one room studio, tilting his head to the side. “cute,” he mutters quietly, and that eases some of the nerves you were feeling.

“thank you, kaashi. next time, your place.”

[ 5:56 am ]

you two had done a few activities to pass the time, sang karaoke [ until one of your neighbors complained about the noise ], played a few different card and board games, and now you’d settled down, watching a movie.

your couch was small, hardly fit the both of you, and he had offered to sit on the floor. trying to get him to join you, he refused, saying he was comfortable where he was. rolling your eyes, you flicked his forehead for how stubborn he was being, which, in return, earned you a pout from the male.

now akaashi sat directly in front of you, your legs draped over his shoulders, his head laying comfortably between your thighs, your fingers raking through his soft curls, nails gently scratching his scalp every now and again. you realized he had fallen asleep sometime during the first half of the movie, one that you’d never seen before, but he said it was a ‘classic’. in your opinion, it was a little boring, now dragging on to the second hour. at one point you’d thought you were about to nod off, but you were proven to be wrong.

“are you still awake?” the voice hard brought you out of your trance, lifting your hand to rub your eyes. humming out a tired yes, you felt the male from from his spot, the cushion of the small couch dipping underneath the additional weight. a pair of strong arms wrapped around your shoulders, akaashi pulling your head to lay onto his chest.

“it’s kind of ironic, you know?” turning your attention to him, you raise a questioning eyebrow.

“what is?”

"remember my old friend i told you about? bokuto?" nodding your head, you shift in his embrace, fingers tracing absent shapes on the palms of his hands. "well . . . he also couldn't sleep, but it was to the point it killed him." he took a pause to take a small, shaky breath. in an attempt to comfort him, you laced your fingers with him, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "i don't necessarily know what it is about you two that attracted me to you. but i guess what i really wanted to say is, that no matter what, or however bad it gets, i'll be there, always."

removing yourself from his embrace, you shifted in your position to face him, taking his other hand into yours. "i promise you're not gonna lose me anytime soon, keiji."

"i hope not because . . . i found you."

reaching up to encase his cheeks in the palms of your hands, you pulled him down, pressing your lips to his forehead. "you found me."

[neptunesnxpple]

Adopted by the League Part 7 (Shigaraki x male!reader)

****Minors Do Not Interact****

Summary of the Series: You move to a new country- only to find out the apartment you moved into is the home base of a league you don’t even know about! This is sort of a found family situation where reader takes care the league.

Warnings/Tags for this Part: reader is a man or masc identifying, new years celebrations, alcohol, reader and shigaraki get extremely drunk, kissing, going to bed together

Part 1 ;; Part 2 ;; Part 3 ;; Part 4 ;; Part 5 ;; Part 6 ;; Part 7

        New years eves you were passing out the glasses, mugs, and any other drinking apparatus you had stored away in the kitchen. You really hadn’t planned to have this many people over at any given time, but well, that hadn’t exactly gone according to plan. A month and a half ago you moved to Japan, got a small one bedroom apartment in a lower income area, and started work at a local market before being transferred to their café department. Unfortunately, your apartment wasn’t really that vacant- at least not after the first few days. Then, part of a league moved in. Without anywhere else to go, you didn’t feel all that great about kicking out six or so people even though technically the apartment was in your name. Now you shared the bathroom with a minimum of six other on any given day, kitchen space, living room, at least your bedroom was limited to one other person- the leader of the league, Shigaraki.

        Now you weren’t always the drinking type, usually sparingly if so, a glass here a glass there, but this was new years eve and you had a couple of conversation topics you wanted to get off your chest so to speak. You had already pre-gamed at a bar after work, gotten a drink or two, before heading back home with the left-over pastries- the café was closed on New Years Day and they weren’t a fan of keeping food around past the 24 hour mark. It was only two hours until the count down, you had laid out the pastry spread, Toga and Twice had worked together to pick up a couple of osechi-ryori for the group, Compress, Magne, and Spinner had put up decorations, and Dabi and Shigaraki were in charge of the alcohol, although you had a hard time imagining them working together. Shigaraki had gotten the others to bring the television out of the bedroom and into the living room where you could watch some kind of count down leading to a fireworks display. You hummed anxiously, finger tapping the edge of your glass and foot jittering. Shigaraki made his way over, pushing his hood down and taking your glass, drinking what was left in it, before capping it off again.

           “What’s got you so amped up?”

        “Nothing. Nothing at all. Why do you ask?” you accepted the glass, bringing it to your lips and not even pretending to look his way. You stared blankly at the tv screen,

         “You’re standing out here in the kitchen while everyone else is in the living room, and I’ve seen how many glasses you’ve downed so far. I’m pretty sure your eye keeps twitching, not like I’m looking or anything,” he muttered the second part of that, now fixated on his own mug. You looked over from where you were leaning. He looked soft. The front part of his hair was tied back, and you knew it wasn’t from his own doing. But it looked nice all the same. Seeing that much of his face. The skin around his neck wasn’t as crusted or peeling like it had been. There were still nicks, the excessive scratching and picking a hard habit to break, but it was nice to see some change.

         “I’ve got a lot on my mind,” you answered shortly, careful to not appear curt, “I’m glad you all were able to take off,” you said, changing the subject and watching the slight tense in his shoulders at the mention of work. Now it was his turn to feel uncomfortable. He wrinkled his lips, pressing them together for a moment,

         “Yeah, we had some plans but decided to hold off on them. At least until after the holidays.”

         “I didn’t take you for the celebratory type.”

        “I- We wanted your first New Years in Japan to be with friends. As a thank you, for letting us all stay with you,” he blurted out, rushing through the words.    You could tell the wine was working, his face was flush and he wouldn’t normally be so transparent about these types of these.

         “You don’t have to be so worried about this kind of thing, I would have been fine,” you moved a hand to your cheek, rubbing it as if to make sure this moment was real enough. “Thank you, though.” You let the sound of friends talking and the news caster reporting take over for the time being. Shigaraki had given you a great transition to something you had wanted to bring up. You heart began to beat harder in your chest, swallowing dryly, “there’s something I wanted to talk to you about. Well, a couple of things. I’ve got a lot of things to talk to you about tonight, but I’m not really sure which I want to do first, they’re not exactly… easy to talk about,” you turned fully to face him, both hands on the stem of your glass and nervously tracing it. You glanced up at him briefly, enough to catch the panic on his face. “N-nothing too bad. Well, one of them isn’t that good objectively, but the other is, or could be good,” you rattled on, sensing that this was actually making him more nervy or at least as uncomfortable as you were. You had a feeling you were losing him if you didn’t pick up the pace.

         “I’m, I,” you stuttered, stepping back for a moment to take a deep breath, “I really like all of you, and this past month and a half have been some of the best times of my life already, but, it’s really cramped in here. It’s kind of hard getting ready for work when there’s people sleeping all over the living room, and the bathroom is really tough to figure out. I bring a spare travel case with a tooth brush and tooth paste just in case I can’t get in before work. I don’t want to rush you all out, but I think I could use a bit of personal space from time to time. We could still hang out of course! I wouldn’t mind sleepovers every now and then. Have you had any luck, searching for a new base?” you all but pleaded, tongue feeling thick and heavy. You took a moment between heavy breaths to see how Shigaraki was taking it, worry clear in your brow. The answer was not well. His lips turned up into what could best be called a grimace, taking a half empty bottle of booze and stalking off towards the a particularly dark corner of the room, barking at Spinner to hop off the bean bag chair and flopping in it, loose strands of hair falling in his face. Your hands continued to shake, bringing you to the realization that they were shaking in the first place. You leaned back against the counter, shock and horror filling every muscle and bone in your body. You had just ruined everything. You set your glass down, grabbing the bottle of wine you had been sipping out of and deciding to make the process much quicker. The next thing you knew, a familiar shadow drew near,

         “Rough night?” Dabi asked, pointing to the bottle. Your hand squeezed the neck of it tighter, shrugging,

         “I’m not sharing,” you joked, voice falling flat,

        “Relax, I don’t drink wine. Reminds me of people I’d rather not think about. So, what’d you say to get him so riled up? Did you tell him you’d have to reschedule the wedding? You know he’d prefer something in the fall.”

         “Shut up,” you snorted, smiling and giving him a shove.

        “See? That wasn’t so hard was it? Now you’ve got me in the perfect spot between tipsy and drunk, which means if you want to spill your guts about anything without anyone else knowing, nows your chance,” he offered, picking through the assorted pastries until he came across a chocolate stuffed croissant.

         “I think I said something stupid. Something that messed everything up,” you sighed heavily, that weight being applied directly to your shoulders.

         “I’m sure it couldn’t be that bad.”

        “I asked him when you guys were thinking of moving out,” you forced out, feeling ashamed immediately, “I didn’t even mean it that way, it’s just…”

         “Relax. I know we’re a lot to handle, I mean Spinner just learned to pick up after his sheds not too long ago, there’s no way you should be expected to deal with seven other peoples craziness on top of your own.”

         You perked up a little, setting the bottle back on the countertop.

        “I mean, you didn’t really think it was customary to let strangers live with you while they apartment searched, right?” Dabi said between bites,

         “Well, at first I did,” you admitted sheepishly,

        “Then you’ve got nothing to worry about. Chances are his panties are just in a bunch because he thinks you’re kicking him out. For good.”

You tilted your head in confusion,

         “I sort of am though.”

        “No, I mean like from your life. He pissy because he thinks you’re trying to push him out, and he doesn’t want to admit that he’s taken too long to do anything about it, unless there’s something you’re keeping from us?”

         “Taken to long to do anything?” You paled, nausea coming back to you.

        “Yeah, he’s been trying to make a move since you let us move in here but has been too chicken shit to do anything. It’s embarrassing, really.”

         You looked over past Dabi, seeing a sulking Shigaraki that looked like he was locked in a conversation with Toga, Twice, Spinner, and Magne that he’d prefer not to be in.

        “Alright, advice time over, you don’t have to leave but don’t talk to me,” Dabi shooed you away, making his way down the buffet line. You stuck around in the corner for some time longer, lost in thought as you planned your next move. There was an hour left for midnight, more than enough time for you to work up some courage and practice what you wanted to say.

         Thirty minutes remained. You were back to your glass mode, keeping the liquid confidence going as your body felt warm, light, like you were made of all things sparkly just like the liquid in your hand. You were aware that you were a bit clumsier, bumping into the corner of the couch and taking a second to balance yourself out, slowly, slowly inching your way closer to Shigaraki. The energy had simmered out since an hour and a half ago, almost everyone was trapped in their own conversations. You guest starred in a few on your way over, buying time but also enjoying yourself. You had really grown quite fond of everyone in such a short amount of time. Ten minutes to go and you had only a couple more feet to go, your speed dramatically reduced, both anticipating and dreading the eventual meet up. Shigaraki was still in the bean bag chair, and while you made a point not to check out the situation, you were sure he was just as grumpy as before.  Five minutes left and you arrived, drunk, and feeling absolutely wiggly. You felt like a worm on the string being pulled around, and you wouldn’t lie, you could feel the smile pull on the corners of your lips. You knew something he didn’t know that you knew. You went to sit in the space next to him, miscalculating and ending up partially in his lap, throwing and arm around his shoulder and sipping your drink, kicking your feet a little. This was fun. It pleased you even more when Shigaraki didn’t try to push you off. At least not right away.

         “What are you doing?”

        “Hanging out. What are you doing?” you asked, a knowing grin rising to your face. He raised an eyebrow, eyes fixed to you. You could feel it, his breath was a little more labored, he was just as drunk as you.

        “Hanging out.” He repeated. He adjusted, moving an arm behind you, “I don’t want my drink to spill,” he explained. You looked at the countdown on the screen. Two minutes.

         “I know something you don’t know,” you started, mischevious glint in your eye. You leaned toward Shigaraki, speaking just to him, “Something you don’t know that I know. I found something out.” You whispered, inching closer. Your hand brushed the back of his neck, feeling how warm it was and the sweat that beaded along the jackets’ edge.

         “Oh? And what did you find out?” he lowered his drink, resting his free hand on one of your calves,

        “Something about you. Something fun,” you did the same, setting down the glass and poking his chest with your fingers. You twirled the drawstring of his hoodie. One minute left. You felt his breathing grow ragged, face flushed and not looking away. You watched the timer on the tv.

         “Something fun…” he repeated, trying to coax you along after some time. You nodded, resting your cheek on his shoulder and talking quieter now,

         “Something we have in common,” your eyes, half lidded and having trouble keeping them open, stayed glued to the clock. Sitting down had caused a wave of wooziness to wash over you, enjoying the way the room spun slowly. You felt his arm wrap around tighter, finally it was time. You sat upright, staring with wide, wide eyes as you heard your friends chant along.

Ten

Nine

Eight

Seven

Six

Five

Four

Three

Two

One!

        You turned to Shigaraki, the cheerful shouts of your friends as they celebrated became background noise. You bravely took the leap forward, pressing your lips to Shigarakis’, feeling both of your bodies tense before he tightened his grip even more, both arms around you now and pulling you closer. You both let out a breath sigh of relief, foreheads touching,

         “I found out that you like me. I mean, like like me,” you teased, eyes closed. Eyes closed felt nice. You felt yourself melt into Shigaraki, feeling more like liquid and less like solid mass. Shigaraki adjusted underneath of you, hand rubbing your back and pressing his lips to the top of your head. Your hands kept busy with his hoodie, twirling the draw strings and feeling the soft fabric, “which means you have to carry me to bed,” you joked, doubting that someone as scrawny as him could carry you too far. Or at all.

        “Alright,” Shigaraki slipped on arm under your leg, the other remaining wrapped around your back. He shifted in the overly amenable bean bag chair, pressing his feet firmly pressed to the ground, and putting as much force into standing as possible. He shot up, swaying clumsily with you in his arms. Your eyes snapped open, throwing your arms around his neck and holding on tight. Shigaraki continued to sway until his back was propped up against the wall. He adjusting you more, tossing you up higher on his shoulder for better grip and with a lot of swaying and stumbling from side to side, he got you in your shared bedroom, dropping you on the bed and flopping down on the blanket nest beside you. You rolled on your side to face him, pulling on of the warmer blankets around you and eyes drooping shut. “I thought about what you said.”

         “Hn?” you sleepily responded, shuffling closer to him.

        “I was talking with some of the league, and we agreed we need a bigger apartment. You can have your own room, if you want,” Shigaraki said softly.

         “My own room,” you repeated, smile creeping onto your face, “with you all. In a bigger apartment.” That sounded nice. You’d figure out logistics later, but for now you’d enjoy the idea, the fantasy, of living somewhere spacious enough for all of you.

         You wouldn’t mind sharing a room with Shigaraki, wherever that room might be.

[awkward-radar-tech]

Kylo Ren, The Rising Star

Summary: You are Kylo Ren’s personal assistant. The rising star doesn’t know how to cope with his sudden popularity. You let him take sanctuary in your apartment, and help him return to who he was before, Ben Solo.

A/N: I’m stating this now, no romantic relationship blooms in this. But, the seeds are planted. And I will write more where the relationship does grow, if requested.

Prompt, from an anon:  But I got an idea, how about worn out actor Kylo Ren aka Ben Solo has been doing to much lately he doesn't even know what time zone he's in sometimes. Reader is average Joe lucky enough to be his PA in his new film. With the stress of everything and fans following him everywhere Ben hides out at your house, were he sleeps all day in your bed and you feed him lots of food, cos you like to cook?

Chapter 2

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You didn’t know what you were getting into when you applied to be an assistant for a local movie shoot. But being the new personal assistant to the biggest rising star was not it at all. And you weren’t always local like you expected. Being Kylo Ren’s PA meant you had to go with him on his other press tours during breaks in shooting. Caffeinated anything had become your friend, and today was one where you were dependant. You had jumped across every American time zone in a day and a half, and now you had crossed the Atlantic, only to turn around in twelve hours and fly home.

You checked your watch and went to knock on Kylo’s dressing room door, “Twenty minutes until you’re on, sir. Do you need anything else?”

He opened the door, still in the t shirt and jeans he wore on the plane, “I just have one question, where are we?” 

You looked at him, concerned, “We are in London, sir. You’re doing an interview for ‘the rom-com’ right now. Your suit should be hanging up for you.”

He yawned, “I told you to call me Kylo, not sir. And it is there. Could you step in real quick?”

You nodded and waited for him to step aside, following him inside, “Sorry, Kylo. So used to using sir. Now, what do you need?” 

He closed the door and sat on the couch, “First, no need to apologize. Second, can I have a caffeine pill?”

You pulled out a packet from your bag and handed it to him, “You can hold onto these. But, uhh, Kylo, you didn’t need to ask me in here for that. Nobody cares how you stay awake.”

He hummed, “Thank you, (y/n),” he quickly took a pill, “and that isn’t why I asked you in here. I have an unconventional request, that nobody can know about.”

“Yes?”

“This movie, people are going crazy over it. They have surrounded my building at home, waiting for my return apparently. It is exhausting having to go through all these people, some have even found ways inside my building and to my door. I need a break. Could I stay at your place? I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“Kylo, sir, I live in a run down apartment. You wouldn’t want to stay there. And my couch is only a bit longer than this one, you wouldn't sleep very well."

"I'd much rather stay there than possibly anger fans. Please, think about it."

You gave him a pointed look and checked your watch, “Fifteen minutes, Kylo. Now get changed.”

You left the room, closing the door. Kylo was, but also wasn’t, your boss, and he was asking to stay at your place? He had bodyguards, couldn’t they tell the fans to leave? No, he cared too much about his fans’ feelings to have them told to leave. Maybe you would let him stay. Once back he was off for a week, so he wouldn’t have to leave. It would be fun to hang out with somebody for once, even if it was the person you worked for.

The interview went well, and before long you were being taken to a hotel for the night. 

You followed Kylo outside to the car and he looked at you once inside, “Woah… It is already night?”

You nodded, “Yeah, it is almost eight. I think we are here for like ten hours then we head home to rest for a week.”

As you pulled up at the hotel, there were clearly a bunch of fans waiting for him, and you heard a muttered “shit.”

You looked at him, “When we get home, you can stay at my place, okay?”

He smiled wide for once in his life, “Thank you, so much, (y/n). I’ll give you a bonus.”

You shook your head, “We’ll talk about it later. I don’t want any extra money. Think of it as a kind gesture from a friend.”

The door was opened and Kylo was escorted into the building. You stayed in until the car parked before grabbing your own stuff and going up to your room; there were shrieks from girls, obviously he decided to stop and talk. You went up to your room and got ready for a bit of sleep. 

As you washed your face you heard your phone ringing in the other room. When you went out to check it, you read it was Kylo calling, so quickly answered it.

“How can I help you, Kylo?”

“What time do I have to be ready by? Need to set my alarm.”

“Six. Hopefully the crazies won’t be awake then.”

He groaned, “Hopefully. Thank you. Goodnight, (y/n).”

“Goodnight, Kylo. Text me in the morning so I know you’re awake please.”

He hummed in acknowledgement and hung up. 

In the morning he clearly hadn’t slept much, or well, he was a living zombie in a somehow oversized sweatshirt, clutching to a cup of coffee.

He looked at you in the hallway, “Oh, I forgot to ask if you wanted a cup. Security brought it up to me. They said everybody left at like 2 am, so the coast is clear.”

You gave him a warm smile, “It is alright, Kylo. I’m fine. Let’s head down to the car then.”

You thankfully got to the airport and onto the plane without incident, people have better things to do between 6 and 7 am on a Tuesday apparently. Landing back in Los Angeles was a different story, people don’t care that it is noon on a Tuesday. 

Kylo still looked exhausted, and you hoped nobody followed you. As the car pulled up to the studio you knew you would be safe. You showed Kylo to your car and got in to drive to your apartment.

He looked at you as you pulled out of your spot, “Hey, thank you so much. I appreciate it, more than you might think.”

You nodded, “You’re welcome, Kylo. Do you want to listen to some music?”

“Sure. Listen to what you normally do.”

You turned on your radio, the bluetooth connecting and automatically playing your playlist. You tapped along to the songs on your steering wheel as you drove. After twenty minutes you pulled up to your run down building and parked in your spot.

You turned to Kylo, “No crazy fans it seems. That is good.”

He hummed, “Yeah. But there are still people around that could recognize me.”

“If they ask if you’re Kylo Ren just tell them no and give a fake name. I don’t talk with my neighbors so they don’t know what I do. And none of my friends know who I work for.”

He nodded and prepared himself to step out. He messed up his hair so it wasn’t as perfect as his normal style, put on the hood of his sweatshirt and stepped out, slinging his duffle bag over his shoulder.

You stepped out and got your bag from your trunk. You looked over at him awkwardly looming next to the car, “Let’s go, sir.”

He followed you like a lost puppy, and then you heard the voice of your annoying neighbor from the floor below yours, “Hey, 32! Is that Kylo Ren?”

You turned to her voice, “No. This is my friend.”

She acted like you were lying, “You sure?”

He stepped in, “Uh, yeah. I’m Ben. But I get that a lot. It is a bit tiresome.”

You tried to pull him away and walk inside, but she wouldn’t relent, why did she have to be out? And why did she care? She has always been vocal about despising everything about Hollywood, especially celebrities.

“Do you have ID to prove it?”

Kylo stopped and you turned, “Ben, don’t pay her any mind, let’s go get some lunch.”

He didn’t move when you pulled, “No, she wants proof I’m not stupid Kylo Ren, I’ll prove it,” he pulled out his ID and showed it to her, “See? Benjamin Solo. Now, can me and my friend go have some lunch? I’m rather hungry and I have a short fuse when I haven’t eaten.”

She just walked away after reading his ID. He looked to you and you just walked in, taking the elevator up and getting him in your apartment.

You threw down your bag as soon as you closed your door, “I’m so damn sorry Kylo. She is so annoying, and thinks she can know anything she wants. She isn’t even on this floor, she is in 21. But, uhh? You aren’t really Kylo Ren?”

He sat on your couch, “Well, I am now. I legally changed my name last year when people started recognizing me, but I still have my old ID, which I had just renewed a few months before I changed my name.”

You nodded, not wanting to pry further, "Alright then. Can I get you anything to drink?"

"Can I get some water please?"

You went and dropped your stuff in your room then got him a glass of water.

You sat on the floor after you gave him the cup, "TV? Food?"

"Watch whatever you want, (y/n)."

You turned on Netflix and turned on the show you were currently binging, then your belly grumbled, “I’m going to go fix some lunch, any requests?”

He looked at you hopefully, “Tacos?”

You thought for a moment and nodded, “Yes, I have everything to make tacos.”

You left the show on, you could rewatch the episode later, and went in to cook. You cooked some carne asada you had prepared for this week, some rice and beans, then prepared all the toppings you needed. Assembling Kylo's tacos were easy, he liked his tacos almost plain, just meat on the tortilla with some fresh pico de gallo. When everything was finished you fixed each of you a plate of your preferred tacos with some rice and beans then brought the plates to the living room. 

"Here you go, Kylo. Just as you like it."

He took the offered plate and began to eat, "Did you make all of this right now? This is amazing."

You nodded, "I did most of it. I had the carne asada marinating to fix this week, and the salsa I just made. The beans and rice are pre-packaged, but I try to make them myself too, when I have the time. And the tortillas I buy fresh from a neighbor."

He hummed, "Well this is all delicious. Thank you so much."

You smiled and ate your meal. When you finished you took your plate into wash along with all the items you cooked with once you stored the leftover food.

After a moment Kylo sheepishly walked in with his plate, "Excuse me, (y/n)? Is there anymore?"

You turned to look at him, "Yeah! I just put it away in the fridge. Help yourself."

Kylo took out the containers and fixed himself more tacos, then stood at the counter to eat them while talking with you. "Where did you learn to cook like that?"

"Mostly self taught. I had to learn how to stretch my food budget when I moved out. Cooking from bulk purchases helps. So I had to learn how to use the same ingredients in as many ways as possible so I wouldn't get bored."

He handed you his now empty plate, "Can you be my personal chef and my PA?"

You laughed, "You don't want to see me 24/7 Kylo."

He walked out of the kitchen, "Maybe I do."

You just shook your head and finished washing everything. When you walked back into your living room, Kylo was passed out on your couch. He looked so uncomfortable, he was almost bigger than the old thing. You went to your room, changed all your bedding, then hid all the embarrassing things you had out. 

You gently woke up Kylo once you finished, "Hey, go sleep in my bed. It is a lot more comfortable than this small thing."

He groaned and stretched, voice heavy with sleep, "No. That is your bed. You sleep in it. I'm fine here."

You crossed your arms, "No. Kylo. You are sleeping in my bed. I don't need to sleep right now anyways. You do. You've been working so hard recently. Go sleep in a damn bed."

He stood up and pat your head, clearly still mostly asleep, "Whatever you say, my dear. Goodnight."

Your cheeks burned and you just shook your head as you watched him shuffle into your room and unceremoniously flop face first onto your bed, snoring within moments. You went and shut the door most of the way, but first you placed his bags in plain sight in case he woke up and wanted to change out of his jeans. 

You worked around your apartment, not letting the fact you had an unplanned guest keep you from your planned chores. You swept and dusted, set your bedding on to wash, the one nice thing about this apartment, you had a washer and dryer in your unit. While the wash was on you sat down and restarted your show and went through your social media. One of your friends shared a tabloid article theorizing that Kylo Ren is in a secret relationship since he has yet to return home after landing earlier today and has spent a lot less time interacting with fans these past few months. 

You mumbled to yourself, “He’s staying away from you pricks. You’ve exhausted the poor man.”

You continued perusing, finding nothing else of interest, then paused your show before moving everything to the dryer. You continued watching until it was time to make dinner, pasta is what you had planned for tonight, so you doubled everything to have enough for Kylo.

As you were cooking you heard Kylo enter the kitchen, “Good evening, sleeping beauty. Are you hungry?”

Kylo was still a bit groggy, but rapidly waking up, “Yeah. The smells woke me up. What are you making?”

He sat at your kitchen table and you brought him a glass of orange juice, his favorite, “Pasta. Specifically homemade cheese tortellini with meat sauce. And garlic bread.”

He took a sip and hummed, “You make pasta?”

You nodded, “Only filled pasta, it is cheaper that way. And I made the sauce and garlic bread. Including the bread. But I freeze a lot of stuff so I didn’t actually make any of it tonight.”

He held up his glass, “And this juice?”

You laughed, “That is store bought. I can’t make it as well.”

“You’re lying. I’m sure you can.”

You hummed, “Yeah. I can. But only when oranges are in season.”

You turned back and began to stir the sauce and added the pasta to the now boiling water. You pulled out the garlic bread and shut off the flame for the sauce. After a few minutes you drained the pasta and added a bit of the water to the sauce, then added most of the sauce to the drained pasta.

"Alright, food is ready Kylo. Come help yourself."

"It smells amazing."

You handed him a plate and he served himself then sat back at the table. You followed suit and served yourself, then sat across from him. 

You shared pleasant conversation, taking turns asking about the other's life. While you worked for him, and were around him more often than not, neither of you knew much about the other, but this time together would change that. 

When he finished he looked up and smiled at you, "Now for a more personal question, if you want to answer it. Are you dating anyone?"

You smiled back and chuckled, "So asking about my parents and childhood isn't personal, but asking if I'm dating is?" You paused to take a sip, "No, Kylo. I'm not. Haven't dated in awhile. What about you then? There is a tabloid article out there theorizing you're in a secret relationship since you haven't come home yet and aren't interacting as much with fans."

He groaned and covered his face, "No. I'm not. Same as you, haven't in awhile." He rubbed his face and looked at you again, "And you know that tabloid is wrong. I'm here with you."

"But what about the fan interactions? Just the burn out?"

He nodded, "Yeah. I've really just wanted to go to bed recently, or get into work. They're great and all, but I don't want to be on at 7 am or 9 pm, especially if I just came from a different timezone."

"I can't even imagine. But you don't have to be on at all this week. Stay here for as much of that time as you want. Be Benjamin Solo again, if only for me."

His eyes lit up, "Yes. Call me Ben. Please. Only my mom and dad call me that anymore. I need to be Ben for a week. I'll order some plain clothes online to be delivered here too. I’m going to be Ben Solo again."

You nodded, "Okay, Ben. Let me clean up, and you can work on ordering everything you need. Then tell me when you're checking out and I'll fill out my address."

He stood up and grabbed both plates, "Let me help you please."

"Alright. You can help me Ben."

He grinned and had a tiny celebration, "Yes! Thank you."

He set to work filling up the sink with water, placing the plates and utensils in the sink, then turning to you, "Uhh, the leftovers need to be put away. Where are your containers?"

You moved to the right cabinet, "This one, Ben. But I'll put it away. You focus on washing."

He nodded, "Okay, (y/n)."

You put away the food and Ben grabbed each empty piece and cleaned it. Once the food was put away you sat up on your counter.

You looked to Ben, who was meticulously scrubbing the saucepan, "I had no problem cleaning up, Ky… I mean Ben. I do it all the time."

He turned to you, "I'm your unplanned guest. I want to do has much as possible to help and not throw off your schedule and routine. I'm sure you have one here too."

You looked away, feeling your cheeks warm a bit, "Well I do. But I'm fine doing it all myself."

He pointed a stern finger at you, but his face held a small smile, "No. I'm washing the dishes. Go relax. Put on a movie. Pour yourself some wine if you want, and have any. I'll be out in a bit."

You just nodded and listened, going to turn on some super cheesy rom-com your friend told you to watch. After a while you heard the sink draining and footsteps coming back out. 

Ben plopped down on the couch right next to you and outstretched his arms across the back, then groaned, "Really, (y/n)? You like rom-coms too?"

You paused it, "Shit, sorry. Wasn't thinking. I just think that they are funny, especially the real cheesy ones. And one can dream about randomly falling in love with a stranger. But I'll change it to something else."

Ben shook his head, "No, you can keep watching. I'll order those clothes."

You started playing the movie again and he pulled out his phone and wallet to find clothes with rush shipping. After twenty minutes he silently passed his phone to you and you typed in the address information then handed it back. Once the order was placed he put his phone away and again stretched his arms out. You didn't know if he was actually watching or just zoning out, but you were happy he didn't mind. 

As the credits rolled, you let out a yawn, “Alright, time for bed for me,” you tapped his thigh, “That means it is time for you to move, Mr. Solo. You’re on my bed.”

He turned to you, “No. I’ll sleep here.”

You grabbed his arm and stood up, “Nope, this is not an option. You are sleeping in my bed,” you began to pull on his arm, “Now come on you big oaf. You are going to sleep in my bed, just like you did earlier.”

He stayed planted in his spot, chuckling, “You’re gonna have to pull harder than that. I’m almost all muscles.”

You pulled harder and then tried to pull both his hands, starting to laugh, “Come on Ben. Go sleep in my damn bed.”

He stood up suddenly and caught you before you fell back, “Fine. Just this once.”

You crossed your arms, “This will be the second time, Ben. You slept before dinner.”

He smirked and walked away, into your room, “That was Kylo Ren, thank you very much. Now, do you need anything from in here before I close the door?”

You ran in, “Yes!”

He chuckled and just sat on your bed, pulling out his pajamas from his duffle bag. You grabbed everything you needed and went out.

You paused in the doorway, turning to Ben before closing the door, “Goodnight, Ben. See you in the morning.”

“Goodnight, (y/n). Thank you again.”

You nodded and closed the door then went to change and grab your bedding from the dryer. After setting everything up you crawled into your cocoon of blankets and pillows on the couch and fell asleep.

You were awoken a couple hours later by the sound of whining and screams, coming from your room. You quickly got up and knocked on the door, “Ben? You okay in there, sir?”

He didn’t respond, just more whimpers, so you opened up the door and walked in to find him asleep but thrashing.

Carefully, you approached him, reaching out to rub his arm, “Ben. Kylo. Wake up, sir. You’re having a nightmare.”

He woke up and clung to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He was panting, repeating your name, “I’m so sorry. So sorry. For waking you up. Sorry.”

You ran your fingers through his hair, “Ben. It is okay, Ben. I promise.”

He nodded and slowly calmed down, “Okay. Okay. Thank you. Thanks for waking me up. I normally have to fight for much longer to wake up.”

You softly scratched his scalp, “Lay back down. I’ll stay until you’re asleep again.”

He hummed, “Can you keep doing that, and playing with my hair?”

You chuckled, “Sure.”

He moved back to laying normally and you moved to keep petting his head. It didn’t take long for him to get drowsy again, and he began mumbling to you.

His voice was barely audible and clearly full of sleep, “I like this. I like you. Don’t tell though.”

You felt your cheeks warm and continued until his murmurs turned to snores. You got up again and softly kissed his forehead, “Goodnight, Ben Solo. Sweet dreams.”

[desiraypark]

When the Sun Sleeps in Canto Bight [8]

Previous Entire Series CHAPTER PLAYERS Kylo Ren, Leader of the Knights of Ren Ruby Girard Solo, The Beautiful Singer and Wife of Kylo Ren CHAPTER CONTENT Fluff and romance quickly turns to angst and annoyance. Mild sexism TW. Also, Kylo may have a newfound breast-related kink lol

Kylo and Ruby have been married for just over a year. They live in a stunning four-bedroom home in the vibrant heart of Canto Bight. Word Count: 1,780

Before Kylo stepped inside, the scent of Ruby’s cooking hit him in the nose and the sounds of jazz hit his ears. He walked inside and closed the door behind him, excited to see what was waiting. Ruby was in the dining room putting down plates of a pork chops, mashed potatoes, and green beans on the table with glasses of ginger ale. He leaned in the archway. “You tryin’ to get me to stay home tonight?” he asked. Ruby shrugged and walked to him.

“Maybe,” she said. She gave him a kiss on the lips, and they took their seats. Kylo went straight for his pork chop. “How was your day?” he asked. 

“We recorded four songs today. I provided vocals for all of them. It was so much fun, baby.” Kylo nodded and took a sip of his ginger ale. “We’re going to introduce one of them at the Galaxy.” “That’s great, Babydoll.” Ruby knew that Kylo wasn’t going to detail his day with her, but she always asked anyway. “And what about you? How was your day?” He shrugged a shoulder. “It was alright. Usual shit.” She nodded and let the clink of their silverware fill the silence. Then, she dabbed her mouth with a napkin and smiled. 

“I did a little shopping before I came home.” Kylo met her smile with his own. “Oh, yeah?” Kylo always encouraged her to spend his money up. And she did occasionally, only to buy stupid shit like appliances and cookware. For once, he wanted her to shimmy down their steps in a fur or some diamond rings. He always had to be the one to get those things for her, but he didn’t mind it. And neither did she, for that matter. It’s not that she didn’t like looking nice--quite the opposite--but why get a three-hundred credit coat, when you could get one nice coat, a waffle iron, and a nice radio from the Nears catalog for just over a hundred credits?! “What’d you get?” he asked. Ruby got up and disappeared into the kitchen. Then, she returned with a little bag and placed it in front of  him. She beamed as she rested her hip against the dining table. “What is this, a pair of measuring spoons or somethin’?” he asked, moving the wrapping paper around.  “Just open it, Kylo,” Ruby said with an eye roll. Kylo pulled out the smallest pair of shoes he’d ever seen in his life. Both shoes fit in just want one of his hands. He looked up at Ruby, then down at her belly. It protruded only a little. Then, he put the shoes down, pivoted to face her and pulled her down to his lap. Ruby giggled on her way down. “This ain’t no joke, is it?” he asked--eyes almost pleading. Ruby took his face in her hands. “No, it ain’t no joke.” He looked at the shoes and picked them up by the openings with his middle and index finger. “I’ll be damned.” He looked up at her again. 

“I’m gonna be somebody’s Pop?”

Ruby laughed and nodded. “Yes, Kylo. You’re about to be somebody’s Pop.” She pushed her forehead against his, and he held her jaw, pulling her in for a kiss.  “I’m losin’ my fuckin’ mind,” he said. Finally, he let out the heartiest laugh that ever fell upon Ruby’s ears. He pulled her close and kissed her once more, passing ever ounce of passion he had to her. And she received every bit of it.  “Bedroom,” she mumbled.  Kylo pushed the chair back and carried her through the dining room, and into the living room. He placed her on the couch. “I ain’t waitin’ that long.”  They tore at each other’s clothes until they were both naked.

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LATER

Eventually, Kylo and Ruby finished up their cold dinner and bathed together. She ironed some fresh clothes for him--just a pair of pants and a shirt. Then, he’d leave her for a night of overseeing business at The Garden Lounge. “You sure you don’t wanna come, Babydoll?” He stepped into his warm pants. “I’m sure, Sweetie. I’m a little tired now,” she said, running the hot metal against his shirt. “Gosh, honey,” Ruby said, her mind having drifted away. “Everything is gonna happen so fast. I still haven’t talked to Finn and Poe. I’m not going to be able to perform for months.” “Months?” Kylo asked. He sat on the bed beside his jacket, undershirt, and socks. He grabbed the latter and slipped them over his feet. “Yeah. When I start to show, and then for a little while after the baby is born...”

She lifted Kylo’s shirt and looked it over.  Kylo grabbed his undershirt and pulled it over his head. “You’re still gonna work after the baby’s born?” Ruby looked around the shirt at him. “Well, yeah, honey. Work doesn’t have to stop because we have a child.” She walked over to him and handed him the shirt.

“I just assumed that...”

She went to unplug the iron. “Assumed what?”  She put the iron on her dresser and closed the ironing board.  “I assumed you’d want to slow down on that life when we started havin’ kids,” he said, working on his shirt’s bottom button.  “I don’t know why you made that assumption...” Ruby carried the ironing board out of the room and to their linen closet. Kylo drew in a deep breath, and released it.  “I just think it’s better for a child if their mama is present. Wouldn’t you agree?” he asked. Ruby walked back toward the bedroom--her footsteps heavier than they were when she left. She stood in the doorway. “What makes you think I won’t be present? Both my parents worked and both of them were present, too.” Kylo buttoned the last button on his shirt. 

“But you went to work with your mom,” he said. “You were always with her. At least, that’s what you told me. You can’t take a kid to a saloon.”

He reached down and grabbed the shiny black shoes that sat inches away from his feet.  “Well, neither one of us can. But somehow you’ve decided that I’d be the only one taking our child anywhere...” Ruby said. She walked into the room and stopped to face him. “Besides, we have friends and family. I mean, Leia and Han are both dying to get their hands on some grandchildren. My parents, too...” “Leia and Han are dying to fix their fucking mistakes with grandchildren,” Kylo corrected.  Ruby shook her head and marched to her dresser. 

“Either way, Kylo. I’m not about to give up my career.” She began to wrap the cord of the iron. “And it sounds like you’re expecting me to be the only one taking care of our children, and that’s not gonna happen, either.” Kylo looked over his shoulder at her, then back down as he stuffed his foot into his shoe. Ruby continued. “We’re both gonna do the feeding, the changing, the burping--all of that shit.” “I didn’t say I wouldn’t do any of that.” He examined a small scuff mark on the toe of his shoe. “You implied it, though. You said it’s good for a child when their mama is present,” Ruby responded. She grabbed the rubber band she kept specifically for the iron cord and tied it around the bunched strands. 

“I can’t take a child into a saloon. What about you? You work in a saloon. It’s good when a child’s daddy is present, too. But you didn’t say shit about yourself.” She slammed the iron down on the dresser.

Kylo sighed, stood up, and ran his fingers through his hair. “We’ll talk about this later.” “There’s nothing else to talk about,” Ruby said. She carried the iron out of the bedroom. “Enjoy the fucking lounge.”

“Hey, look!” Kylo shouted from the room. “We can fuckin’ talk about this later but don’t start fuckin’ cursin’ at me like I’m some fuckin’ asshole in the street or somethin’.” Ruby flew back into the bedroom. 

“Shut up, Kylo.” She yanked her drawer open and pulled out her silk headscarf. “You curse at me all the fuckin’ time, and now you want to talk about language?”  She slammed the drawer closed and started tying the scarf around her head. “I just fuckin’ curse. I don’t curse at you. So, calm those fuckin’ milk-filled tits of yours down,” Kylo shot back.  Ruby tightened her scarf and glared at Kylo in the mirror. Her face softened and she laughed. Kylo shook his head, and started laughing, too.  “That’s why you were squeezing them so hard, to see if milk would start coming out?!” Ruby asked. Kylo started walking toward her.  “I couldn’t help myself, Doll...” He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck.  “That’s weird, Baby,” she said. “I just wanted to see what would happen,” he mumbled into her neck. Then, he ran a circle around her belly with his right hand. Ruby stared at their reflections. “I don’t want my kid to be fucked up like me,” he whispered.  “You’re not fucked up, Kylo,” she said. “And look, Sweetie...” Ruby turned her head to look up at Kylo. He looked down at her. “I know you don’t want to hear this, but can you go easy on your mom, please? She’s really trying to make things right with you.” Kylo averted her gaze and opted to look at their reflection. He added his second hand to her belly, then caught a glimpse of his scar. His eyes quickly fell down to Ruby’s belly; the silk nightgown she was wearing. He noticed the glow. She looked so radiant in his arms. He planted another kiss on her neck. “Get some rest, Babydoll...”  He removed his hands, kissed her cheek, and grabbed his jacket. Then, he walked out of the bedroom, leaving Ruby to look upon her glowing reflection. Glowing, but suddenly singular. Kylo’s scent and the remnants of his touch quickly dissipated from her senses... ____________________ “Hey, Sheev. It’s Kylo...” Kylo held the phone to his ear as Vic sat on the other side of the desk, smoking a cigar. Kuruk sat on the sofa, doing the same.  “Your offer is still on the table, right?” Kylo asked, the handset of his Western Electric suddenly feeling warm to his ear. “Good. I’d like to meet with you to discuss some details...” He rolled his eyes and nodded. “Yeah. I’m glad that you’re glad. But I want to come right out and mention the thing that’s suddenly got my interest. I hear you’ve got dealings with a few of the big recording companies. Any truth to that?” ____________________ TAG LIST @aloneandsleepless​ @tsarinastorm​ If you’d like to be tagged, leave a comment here, or on my official tag request post!

[fandom-imagines]

I’d Let You Bite Me Anyday

Chapter One

Fandom: BTS

Pairing: Namjoon (RM) X Reader

Words: 1957

Masterlist

The day seemed pretty normal to begin with. Wake up at six, shower, go to work. It was the journey home when everything began. I was on the train, gazing out of the window when I saw it. A man, probably around 5’8, was…eating a young woman? The gasps of those on the train were what made me realise that it was real, that he was actually eating that woman. People began to dash from the train as soon as possible, rushing home to their families whereas others favoured to stay on the train for safety. Well, it was safe until someone began screaming from the carriage beside me. Looking towards the noise, I saw another fight breaking out. A group of people were trying to pull a woman off a young girl, only to be bitten causing more screams. Shutting my eyes, I quickly left the train which had just arrived at my stop, thank god.

Pulling my hood up to defend myself from the rain, I hung my head. My eyes darted around the streets which were virtually empty except for a few people running home, panic in their eyes. Unsure of how I managed to remain so calm, I entered my flat, locking the door behind me. Sighing, I pull my soaked hood from my head, stripping myself from my coat so I’m not wet. I quickly grabbed my leather jacket from the back of my couch, slipping it over my shoulders before zipping it halfway up. I was currently wearing some black jeans, a white t-shirt and, now, a black leather jacket with a choker wrapped around my neck.

Glancing out the window, I saw utter chaos. Screams were echoing through the streets as a family ran down the street followed by a bunch of decomposing undead? My eyes flickered to the ground for a moment, finally registering what was happening as I shut the curtains so that I was unable to see anything happening outside. Turning back to my flat, I headed to the kitchen, grabbing the bottle of water from the side.

Hey, I might be dead in a few hours, may as well die hydrated.

Banging from my door was what made me place to bottle down. Startled, I rushed into my bedroom, grabbing my pistol from beneath my bed, making sure it was loaded before heading back out towards the door. I carefully peaked through the peephole, seeing a young man looking at the door handle. I hesitated for a moment, eyes widening when he looked up at the peephole to reveal a missing eye and had a half decomposed face. Before I knew it, the outside of my door was crowded with the undead, the banging on my door becoming louder and louder.

“Shit,” I muttered, rushing towards my open window.

Glancing behind me, I turned to the first-floor window, ready to leap out of it only to have the glass shatter to reveal one of those things. The girl, or what used to be the girl, leaped onto me, mouth moving closer and closer to my face as I kicked its torso as hard as I can to try get it away from me. I kicked it one final time before grabbing my gun. I quickly shot her in the head, flinching slightly as I did so, the body falling on top of me as blood began to cover me. As soon as I shoved the body off of me, the door burst down revealing a huge group of those things. I let out a huge breath I wasn’t aware I was holding before lowering myself out of my window, landing safely on the ground, gun still in hand. Most of the walkers had left the street, now residing inside my flat meaning I was able to run down the street, gun in hand ready to shoot anything that came near me – anything inhumane.

~

The only thing I could hear was my panting as I finally reached a stop nearby a seemingly abandoned house. It looked like any other house on the streets: red bricks, closed curtains yet an open window, a white door with a gold handle and a circle window at the top where I assumed was an attic. Glancing behind me on the look out for any people of any sort, before making my way up to the front porch, opening to door and letting myself in.

The inside of the house was ransacked. Cupboard flung open, drawers hanging down, some on the floor and empty packets covering the floor. The couches had been overturned and the television was shattered. The only thing that remained intact was a photo frame on the cabinet besides the couch.

I made my way towards the photo frame, picking it up to analyse the picture. It featured two boys, both having dark hair and they were hugging, huge smiles on their faces.

I heard the clicking of a gun behind me making me place the photo back on the cabinet, not bothering to even turn around.

“Who are you?” A deep voice asked me as I raised my hands in surrender before turning around.

“Who are you?” I mimicked.

“I asked first,” he said, gun pointed at my face.

“What are we twelve?” I asked, quickly grabbing the gun, pulling it downwards and gripping his wrist tightly with my spare hand, forcing him to drop the gun. I immediately pointed at him, placing my finger on the trigger signalling I was ready to shoot. This time he was the one to raise his hands in the air.

“I’ll ask you again, who are you?” I asked, unmoving as I stared into his eyes.

“Kim Taehyung, this is my house,” he nodded which I returned, not lowering the gun. “if I ask your name will you shoot me?” He asked, nodding towards the gun which I slowly lowered, removing my finger from the trigger of the silver gun.

“Y/N, Y/F/N.” I sighed, running a hand through my hair, placing the gun in the back pocket of my jeans, not wanting to give him it just yet. “Your house isn’t exactly a safe place right now, is it?”

Taehyung looked around the mess of a house before shaking his head.

“No, people came in here, so we rushed upstairs to the attic and forced the door shut. Then we heard you and knew you were alone, so I came down to see what you were doing,” Taehyung informed me at which I gave him a short nod.

“We?” I asked, my eyes darting back to the photo.

I now knew that one of the boys in the photo was Taehyung but I was unsure who the other one was. Probably the guy he’s currently with in the attic.

“Jungkook, he’s my best friend. The guy in the photo.” Taehyung answered, running his fingers down the photo. “This was taken a few days ago, right before all this mess.” He continued, pointing towards the door where we both knew horror was currently taking place.

“Is he in the attic?”

Taehyung gave me a firm nod as we continued our eye contact in utter silence. Unfortunately, the silence was broken by a loud banging on the front door which was soon broken down.

“Not again,” I groaned, quickly tossing Taehyung his gun and grabbing my own, beginning to shoot alongside him.

“Upstairs, quick!” He yelled, shifting his gaze towards the stairs behind us, still shooting.

The two of us raced upstairs, climbing the ladders to the attic, trying our best to fight off the monsters that were chasing us. As soon as I reached the attic and climbed in, I saw Taehyung being pulled back down by the walkers. Panicked, I shot my gun a few times, doing my best to miss Taehyung before holding out my hand to pull him up into the attic as he kicked and screamed. I pulled him up with ease, quickly shutting the door behind us as he landed on top of me, our eyes meeting.

“Thanks,” he mumbled, “I owe you.”

“Don’t mention it,” I whispered, hearing a cough behind us.

Taehyung, or maybe I should I call him Tae, lifted himself off of me, not breaking eye contact until I did. I looked behind me to see a tall, brown haired boy, probably early twenties. He looked awkward, fiddling with the sleeve of his black t-shirt.

“Am I interrupting something?” He asked quietly, finally looking up from his sleeves to look at us.

“Not at all,” I said, forcing a smile.

“This is Y/N,” Taehyung said, signalling towards me.

“Hey,” I greeted, “you’re Jungkook, right?” I questioned, despite already knowing from the photo, he simply nodded, “Nice to meet you.”

“Yeah, you too,” he shrugged, avoiding eye contact with me, leaving me confused.

I watched as Tae walked over to one of the bean bags, sitting down on one of seven bean bags on the ground. Each of them were different colours, ranging from green to black. Somehow it was still pretty to look at. Jungkook followed him, sitting down on the bag beside him, patting another signalling me to sit. I did so, looking around the room.

The walls were covered in white paint and wooden flooring lay beneath us. In front of the bean bags was a huge television with a few consoles lying in front of a beech coffee table. A single game lay on the table.

Overwatch.

Fun game to be honest.

The walls were decorated with fairy lights which, I assumed, would light up different colours.

It was quite an aesthetic room.

I looked back up at the boys beside me, Taehyung already looking at me.

I tilted my head, confused at what he was doing. We maintained eye contact for a while, before I spoke, breaking the silence.

“Have I got something on my face?” I asked cautiously.

“No, but you’re covered in blood.” He stated, looking down at my clothes.

“Oh,” I whispered, following his gaze.

I had completely forgotten about the earlier incident, being more focused on the two here with me. I did want to make sure that they weren’t a threat in anyway. Considering I had just met these men, they were too kind to me. Then again, I had saved Taehyungs life despite only just meeting him, but that was just the right thing to do. Jungkook and Taehyung did seem to not have any bad intentions, you never know though.

Not until it’s too late…

“Do you need a change of clothes?” Jungkook asked, pulling me from my thoughts.

“Uhh, yes please. If that’s okay?” I said awkwardly, looking towards him to see a blush on his cheeks.

He stood up, walking towards a closet which I hadn’t noticed.

Well, it is in the corner, Y/N.

He pulled out a pair of jeans and another white t-shirt, similar to the one I was wearing previously. He handed me the clothes, eyes widening as I immediately pulled off my shirt, ignoring them.

“You just change in front of us?!” Taehyung asked, shocked.

“The worlds ending, boys. Why should I care who sees me in a bra?” I smirked, amused at their embarrassed faces as I pulled on the pair of jeans that barely fit me before throwing my leather jacket over it which had somehow survived being covered in blood.

“That is…” Taehyung began,

“A valid point.” Jungkook finished, causing me to chuckle.

“Of course,” I winked, sitting back down on the green bean bag beneath me.

We engaged in light chatter for what seemed like hours before a loud, rapid knocking came from the door to the attic.

Someone is there…

[fuckcanontbh]

confessions in plain sight *stozier*

So this is for @ceftali in @stoziersecretsanta gift exchange! Sorry if this is late for you, but it is officially two hours into Christmas for me! This is my first time writing these characters so I apologize for any OOC-ness that happens. This is also my first contribution to the fandom, I hope you enjoy!

Note: bold lettering is Richie’s handwriting, words in [brackets] are actual song lyrics. Does contain swearing.

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The sun beat down on the group, water dripped from their hair, and despite everything huge smiles were on everyone's faces as Mike told a story from the farm. Today was the first day of summer, so all of their backpacks crowded the space as well. Soon enough the group would be dry enough to get dressed and hang out in the club house until dinner time. 

"Look, all I'm saying is that half of the problems in horror movies could be fixed if the characters weren't such idiots. I mean, really? If you see the murderer, why would you scream so he sees you?" Eddie's voice was the only noise as the group headed down into the club house.  "Y-yeah. But you have to t-th-think that it's for dramatic e-effect. The character's can't always have a s-s-satis-satisfying ending." The group's leader argued further with Eddie, the two of them continuing their debate in a corner of the clubhouse. 

"You're actually going to be starting school with us next year, Mike? Maybe now you'll actually believe us on how crazy school can be! All the stories we've told you about Richie and Bev are true, and Richie told me he's got some crazy stuff planned for our senior year!" Ben's excited voice came from another side of the clubhouse, Mike and Bev sitting in front of him on bean bags the group had added when winter made the ground too cold and hard to sit on comfortably. Stan watched all of this happen and then his eyes fell on Richie, who was unusually quiet as he sat in the hammock, reaching into his bookbag for something. "What are you looking for?" Richie jumped at Stan's voice, but quickly pulled a comic out of his bag. "Nothing but the newest X-Men comic, Stanny my boy, you'll never believe the kind of shit Storm cooks up this time!" Stan peered down at Richie, but the boy's grin seemed genuine so he shrugged and sat down, looking over Richie's shoulder. ~ "Alright, we'll see you tomorrow! Meeting at my house at four, right?" Beverly had already made her way up the ladder, but Ben was still waiting for an answer from Richie and Stan. "Haystack, you know I'll be there. Can't let your mom miss me too much!" Stan's hand reached out to smack Richie before he could stop it. "Tell everyone Richie has been uninvited." Ben simply laughed at their antics and shook his head as he climbed out into the little bit of sunlight left. 

"We should probably head out soon, did you want to come over for dinner?" The blonde stood and brushed imaginary dust off his shirt and khakis. "Uh, hell yeah! Mrs. Uris makes the best food around here! Don't tell Ben I said that, his mom's cookies are good as hell." "Yeah, yeah. C'mon Trashmouth, I think mom is making meatballs and spaghetti squash." ~ Stan's house had been Richie Tozier free for about thirty minutes when Stan noticed Richie had left his bookbag next to his bed in his haste for dinner. The zipper was mostly undone and everything was one trip away from being all over Stan's floor. The boy rolled his eyes and bent down to zip it up when a small notebook caught his eyes. The book itself was simple on the outside, but it looked like a bunch of random things were also stuck into the book, making it thicker than it needed to be. It also looked like it was almost full, a slim part of the back of the notebook was still flat. 

"Just leave it alone, Stan, it's none of your business." The boy brushed his teeth and put on his matching blue and white striped pajamas before climbing into bed. Minutes seemed to drag on forever before Stan stopped fighting himself and turned on his lamp before he grabbed the notebook. "It's probably just some dumb jokes Richie's thought of...or maybe some songs he's working on?" ~ 'Science HW due Thurs 28th' 'hang out after school @ quarry' '[Somewhere I'd never ever known, right at the back of my head, it hit me like a flashlight lighthouse beam of light]' ~ "Seems like it's just somewhere for him to put all his thoughts. Wonder who the song's about..." With the idea that the book was just a glance at Richie's mind as it worked a mile a minute, Stan continued reading. ~ 'Bev is the best!! girl offered me smokes even after i had to convince her skipping mrs. hepburns class was a good idea.' 'FUCK BOWERS' 'Math HW due Tues 4th' '[Cause you talk to me and it goes over my head...]' 'operation: get haystack the girl of his dreams walk her to class!! maybe walk her home sometimes? don't offer too much help bc bev hates that! write more of his sappy poems' 'gotta stop with the your mom jokes, not funny anymore' 'why is history so boring? REMINDER: ask ben to explain' 'start saving money-no more big spending at the arcade' ~ Stan scoffed at the thought of the curly haired boy giving up his favorite past time. "What's he even need to save money for anyway? He's already gotten that truck of his." ~ 'work @ 12-9 sat, sun and @ 5-12 mon, wed, fri' 'do i have an "it" factor? don't wanna miss out on making my mark on the world.' 'i don't even think he knows he does it. soft little smile on his face when he gets to a difficult problem, who does he think he is???' 'ma and dad fought all last night again. big bill asked what was up but i didn't want to talk about it. comedy is a good distraction' 'work @ 12-9 sat, sun and @ 5-12 mon, tues, wed, fri' 'glad i saved up some money, had to buy groceries again. ma's getting real bad again. haven't seen dad in a few days.' 'can't believe i got lucky enough to have such good friends. billy invited us all over for a horror movie marathon, ben and bev were put in charge of snacks. seems operation: get haystack the girl of his dreams is in motion. good for him! now if only i could get bill, mike, eddie, and stan lovers...' '[you've been on my mind boy girl since the flood]' 'ma passed out on the couch last night, guess it's a good thing i'm a lot bigger now. carried her to bed then went for a drive.' 'i swear he gets prettier the more i look at him' 'haystack just told me he scored a date!!!' 'HW due wed 18th' 'dad came home last night. got a good earful from him. maybe i should just stop talking? not like i got the nickname 'trashmouth' for something good. wonder if anyone would even notice' 'taught myself how to make chicken alfredo, actually got ma to eat with me.' 'i think i'm gonna tell him' 'nope. not gonna tell him. there's no way it would end good. out of all of our friends he's the least likely to want me' 'they say it is better to have loved and lost than never to love at all. but then it's 2 am and all you can think about is him, and you know he isn't thinking about you' ~ Stan snapped the book shut and quickly shoved it back into Richie's bag, thoughts flooding his mind. "Who is this boy Richie is crushing on? Is it Eddie? Eddie does yell at him a lot...and they have a bunch of classes together." "I didn't know things had gotten so bad at home. Mrs. Tozier used to be a saint.." "Is Richie okay?" He couldn't pin point why, but as  he clicked his lamp off, Stan's chest hurt, but before a tear could escape his eyes he rolled over and pulled his covers up to his chin. ~ "Hey Rich, you left this at my house last night." Stan held the bag in-between them, his eyes refusing to meet Richie's, his chest still tight like the night before. "Stan the Man! My savior, got some important goods in here!" The blonde's eyebrows raised, finally looking at Richie's face just for the boy to look away quickly. "Can't lose my comic so soon now can I?"

"My mom made cookies!!" Ben walked into the living room,  plate piled with chocolate chip cookies in his hands. "Ben Handsome, you are nothing if not the son of a saint, if you know what I mean." Richie dived for the plate, one cookie already in his mouth and three in his hands. 

"Beep, beep, Richie!" Eddie scoffed and bumped the boy's shoulder, taking one cookie from Ben's plate. Stan watched as Richie's shoulders deflated, and the brunet ate his second cookie much slower. Before he could say anything Mike and Beverly's voices took everyone's attention towards the TV. 

"We're not doing more horror movies, we did that like two weeks ago!" Beverly was swatting at the movies in Mike's hands, trying to reach across him to put her VHS into the VCR player. "She's not w-wr-wrong Mike. Let's just do the Disney marathon." At Bill's words Mike sighed and gave in, backing away from the TV so suddenly that Beverly fell forward slightly. 

"Did you see that foul play my good man? Foul play I say!" Richie nudged Bill just to be shrugged off as the boy grabbed a cookie and moved to sit on the couch. ~ "I think I'm gonna go ahead and head home you guys. I'm getting one of those notorious Tozier headaches." Richie stood behind the couch as the credits to Bambi played, bookbag slung over his shoulder. "Yeah, yeah, bye Richie." "See ya, Trashmouth." "I think I'm gonna head out too, gotta help my mom clean up a bit before my aunt stays with us." "Dang, bye Stan." "Have fun with that Stan!" ~ "Hey Rich, think you can give me a ride?" The boy nodded and started his truck, hurriedly throwing a couple things behind the bench seat of his truck. 

"Only the best for a prince, amiright?" If Stan didn't know better he'd say Richie's ears had gone a little pink. His truck started and he pulled out of Ben's driveway onto the road. 

"Are you actually getting a headache Richie? Cause if not, I wanna talk.." His hands gripped the steering wheel a little tighter but Richie put on a smile and glanced at Stan.

"Always knew you could see through me. Don't know if we can have this conversation without your mother though, she wanted to be the one to break the news."

"Oh shut up asshole." Despite his words Stan felt himself smiling as Richie snickered. 

"I just want to say I'm sorry first. Because I shouldn't have pried. But I thought it was just gonna be stupid stuff. Maybe some black mail material."

"Wait, you read my fucking journal? Stanley that's fucked dude! I would never do that to you. I can't believe you went through my bag. Guess straight cut Stan isn't as honest a man as I thought. Dude, what is your problem?"

A red light had stopped them, and Richie was able to look at Stan in the eye now, his brown eyes angry, but also coming off as slightly panicked. 

"Look, I really didn't mean to get into your heavy shit. I thought it was just gonna be full of those little doodles you do in class and some new song lyrics. I didn't read too much of it Just a couple pages, maybe three tops! It's just got me worried about you."

"What did you read Stanley? Worried I'm sick? I can't really say I'm surprised." Brown eyes rolled and he clicked his tongue as he pulled forward.

"Sick? What- no. I'm worried about your mom and dad." 

"You know that's none of your fucking business. We're just fine at the Tozier residence. Nothing has changed, Went works all the time and Ma takes care of the house. Don't start talking like you know anything about them. Get out of my car, Uris."

"Rich-"

"No, I said I'd give you a ride home, and here we are. The Uris residence. Go help your mom clean up and figure out how to stay out of other people's business."

Stan sighed and hung his head as he got out of the truck, only turning his head towards the street when Richie sped off, a cloud of smoke following him. ~ "Beverly, I really messed up the other day." "Sweetheart, Richie is known for the theatrics, don't let it get you down." "Yeah, Stan, that boy is like a rubber ball, he'll bounce back."

A shaky hand worked it's way through blonde curls, brown eyes bounced around the room, landing on Bev sitting in the window smoking, the radio sitting next to her turned down quiet enough for them to talk over, and Mike sitting criss cross on the bed. 

"Stan, what even happened? I have never seen you this worried over some little fight with Richie."

"Look, I know it was wrong, but I accidentally read his very personal journal." Stan cringed as he said the words, already feeling Mike's eyes on him when Beverly whipped her head in his direction.

"How do you accidentally read someone's journal man?" "What did you read Stan?

Mike and Bev spoke at the same time, and Bev's cigarette was out before Stan could explain. 

"Look, he's just got some shit going on at home, and he doesn't want to bother us with it...andIthinkhemighthaveacrushonEddie." "What was that last part?" "I think he mighthaveacrushonEddie." "Stan, breathe sweetheart we aren't gonna yell at you." "I think he might have a crush on Eddie and I'm not sure why I'm upset about it." 

Mike and Bev shared a knowing look over Stan's down tilt head, Bev's eyebrows raised in a silent question that Mike answered with a nod.

"You may be one of the smartest most oblivious person I've met Stanley Uris." "You've had that boy wrapped around your finger since you became friends in second grade." "Guess you just didn't realize he had you around his finger as well."

Mike's words stung at first, but when Beverly pointed out who Richie's crush was, Stan's face lit up like a light. His cheeks dusted with pink as he met their eyes.

"You're being serious. Fuck, now I've really messed up. He thinks I hate him!" ~ "This is such a bad fucking idea. He hates you right now Stan." With a sigh the boy threw the first stone at the second floor window. It took three stones for Richie Tozier to open his window, and only one glance to see Stan before he was retreating again. 

"Wait, Richie! Please, I just want to talk. Can we go for a ride?" Stan watched with bated breath as the shadow at the window hovered another moment before it retreated.

"Called that one."

And then Richie was climbing down the siding of his house.

"Be careful! Why didn't you use the front door dumbass?" All Stan got in response was an eye roll and a thumb pointing to the car in the drive way, Went was home.

"Oh." "Yeah, oh. Let's go. Been itching to go somewhere anyway." ~ The only sound in the truck was the two boys' breathing and a soft static from the radio. Stan swallowed air and watched as they passed the movie theatre. 

"Look, I really am sorry. I just want you to talk to us more. You're acting like some shitty parenting is where we draw the line, have you completely forgotten that fucking clown?"

"I know. Sorry for being a brat the other day. I just don't like people to see that stuff, I have a reputation ya know? Comedian first, dumbass second, and softie never."  Richie turned left, leading to the outskirts of town.

"Yeah, wouldn't want to ruin this perfect "class clown" persona you've got going on."

"Stanley Uris, did you just use air quotes to describe my entire personality to me?"

A chuckle escaped Richie and the truck air suddenly felt much lighter. "You're a lot more than that you know. You're more than some shitty but perfect timed your mom jokes. We keep you around for a lot more than a laugh." "What else am I good at Stan? All I do is mouth off and tell bad jokes." Brown curls came down from Richie's bun as he shook his head, leading the two of them past a sign asking visitors to come back to Derry.

"They may be bad jokes, but they still make us laugh. You're always the first one to put aside time for any of us, all we have to do is ask. And- stop shaking your head. Who took the time when we were all younger to listen to Eddie explain which of his inhalers were for what and how to administer them? Who learned how to cut hair just to help Bev save money and keep it trimmed? Who helped Mike shear the sheep when Spring started just so he could hang out with us sooner? Who practiced endless tongue twister with Bill to help with his stutter? Who did all that? Richie Tozier did. You give us everything and never expect anything back. All I wanna do is give back. God knows you deserve it."

"Hey now, don't bring the big man into this conversation." Despite the levity of what he was saying, Stan could hear the tears on the other boy's voice. 

"I didn't mean to make you cry. You just have such a big heart, and I think sometimes you don't know what to do with it...I saw the notes about a boy. You know we wouldn't judge you for that! Shit, none of us batted an eye when Big Bill came out as bisexual, so why would we care. You deserve to be happy, Rich. I just want you to be happy." 

The more he spoke, the quieter Stan's voice became and the louder his blood rushed in his ears. Silence enveloped the truck again, and soon the tires came to a stop over a patch of grass. 

"Did you mean all of that?"

Richie Tozier was not a small boy anymore, he was all long limbs of 6'2, and had developed a jawline sharp enough to cut a man, but right now, in the dim light of his dashboard, swallowed by a grey hoodie and hunched over, Richie Tozier reminded Stan of that scared boy in the sewers. 

"Every last word. And I think you should know that a little birdie told me that I might be the inspiration for some of those lovely lyrics in your book..." Glasses nearly flew off Richie's face with how quickly he shot his head up, worried brown eyes magnified by the lenses. 

"Bev, that bitch."

"I wouldn't say that quite yet. She pointed something else out to me too. She said I've had you wrapped around my finger since we met in second grade, but she also said that you've had me wrapped around your finger for a while now too. And I've got to say, she's right. Can't believe she knows me better than both of us. But yeah, Rich, you've had me wrapped around your finger since you told my mom at age six that she had better get used to you because you'd be around for a while."

Richie put the truck in park, unbuckled and shifted to be more in the middle of the truck, and the yellow of the radio highlighted the pink on his cheeks perfectly. "Stan...I don't really know what to say. Still can't believe she ratted me out like that." 

"Say you're gonna let us in more. Say she was right. Say you want to give this a shot.”

"I want to give this a shot. I'm pretty sure I've been in love with you since we were twelve." A warm hand gently took Stan's as he spoke, squeezing gently before he scooted just a bit closer. 

"Slow down there Tozier, I've only just opened my eyes to the fact that you might be it for me, let me catch up before we start tossing the L word around. Buy me dinner first at least."

A genuine chuckle and Richie moved back to his seat, his hand still in Stan's. "How bout a late dinner at-", brown eyes glanced at the clock,"-nearly one a.m?" "Lead the way, Tozier. I'll be right with you."

[kingofdirtandnothing]

wemultitudinous asked:

“ i want to be someone who isn’t a burden. ” // for john, from alex

When John wakes, the inside of his mouth feels like it’s coated with wet paint. It tastes like it, too. He tries to blink open eyelids that feel like they weigh ten pounds each, and gives up. Whatever time of day it is, it’s too damn early. He turns on his side, hooking an arm around a trim waist. All he knows is there’s something he needs to say.

“Ayer fui un cabrón. Perdóname.” Sorry for being an asshole.

“I don’t speak Spanish, honeybee.” The slow, rolling vowels drag him the rest of the way out of sleep bodily, the reality of last night crashing down around him. John’s stomach roils and he sits upright, not doing himself any favors. 

A bathroom stall. “Oui, lá, s’il te plaît—” Blood in his mouth. Don’t fucking touch me. 

Then he was careening through the street, drunk and furious and all alone of his own doing but still pissed about it. Thomas actually stopped a damn cab for him, which should have been red flag enough. But he’d leaned out into the streetlight and said my my, you look like a man who needs a ride and that was it.

And god, did he. Thomas was as much like a shark in the bedroom like he was everywhere else, and he pinged each and every one of John’s things with little more than a few minutes and copper tinged kisses.

So he’d spent the remains of his night straddling Thomas’ strong thighs, hands latched onto his shins for balance, spine like a bow and head dropped back,  lost in the damn constant stream of words from the man fucking up into him. 

(All it took was once. One single look at you and the way John’s dick twitched and filled and Thomas spent the rest of the time mashing on that particular button. You look so good for me, baby. Let me watch you, sweetie. Come for me, honey.)

John feels sick. 

Thomas, completely unbothered by John’s sudden movement, rolls to the edge of the bed and puts his feet down gently, swaggering into John’s bathroom like he owns the place. “Fuck.” John buries his face into his hands with a groan.

Fuck. 

By the time Thomas is done “freshening up”, John’s stomach has settled enough for him to go brush his teeth, though he can’t bring himself to look in the mirror. He doesn’t want to look at himself right now. God knows what he’d see. (There’s bruises somewhere on him. He can feel them.) John just has time to spit and wipe his mouth on the towel before he hears the knock. 

Fuck Fuck!

John skids down the hallway in nothing but his boxers, careering into the hallway wall hard enough to rattle his teeth. Just in time for Thomas to open the door, the prick. Right to a wide eyed Alexander, who was holding grocery bags in both his hands and looking like a kicked stray.

Motherfuck. 

“Well well, Johnny. Looks like you double booked yourself, dumplin’.” And God, it’s so fucking obvious in that moment. Because he can see Alex’s couch almost superimposed over his vision, the beautiful girl beneath him with no top on. I may have double booked myself. 

The only way John’s broken heart could be more obvious is if fate had handed him a pretty little Caribbean boy with big, impossible dark eyes for John to fall in bed with. Instead, it gave him the other side of the coin. Brash and too smart for his own good, and talkative enough to drown out the misery in John’s head. All night long. 

“Take it from an old pro.” Thomas winks at him, and John has never needed a shower so badly in his life. “Give yourself a couple of hours to rest between gentleman callers.” There’s something like rage trembling through John’s shoulders, fingers bunching up into fists at his sides. But Thomas is at the top of his game. Already dressed. Shoes on. Ready to stroll right out the door. 

He pats Alex on the chest, taking advantage of the surprise that seems to have stilled the man. “Take it easy on him for a couple of hours, Hamilton. He wore himself out on me.” John doesn’t think. He throws the first thing he brings to hand, which is one of his sneakers that hurtles out the door and hits the far wall. Thomas cackles Call Me!  In a sing-song as he makes for the stairs. 

John has never felt slimier. And Alexander has never looked smaller. 

“Jesus, come in.” He tries for a laugh, anything to break the mood, but it comes out brittle. John takes the bags from Alex’s numb hands, circling back behind him to grab his shoe, shutting the door quickly behind him. “Sorry.”

Sorry doesn’t begin to cover it. There aren’t enough apologies in the world to scrub the nasty feeling from John’s skin, but he’s stuck with it now. Just like after he falls. The drop is fun, the weeks after when he has to heal aren’t.

Looking down into the bag is the hard left that comes after the right cross of shame. Guilt. Because he sees long grain rice and pinto beans, and he can read Alex’s apology in the space between the logos. 

His mother’s recipe. And one that took all day to cook. An excuse to stick around. For Alexander to make himself feel useful, to make Alexander believe that if he had use to you, then you wouldn’t make him leave. 

And all of this was John’s fault. His stomach clenches up on him, and for one long second he’s afraid he’s really gonna puke. But he gets the bile back down his throat and takes the bags into the kitchen, laying out the ingredients with tender care, along with the pots and pans that Alex would need. 

“Lemme-” His voice catches, and John has to close his eyes for a beat, back turned to Alexander to pull himself together. “Lemme get some clothes on and I’ll come help.” He hurries out of the kitchen before Alex can change his mind about being there, and jogs into his bedroom, the door clicking shut behind him.

He doesn’t want Alexander to see the rumpled sheets that Thomas slept on. Fuck, he doesn’t want to look at them. He grabs hold of the duvet cover and yanks, the sheets and pillows coming along too. John makes a mountain of them in the corner of his room and reaches into his closet. There’s one quick glimpse of himself in the mirror that he can’t avoid, freckled chest peppered with sharp little bites that sunk in against the skin.

Of course Thomas would leave a mark. 

John murmurs a ‘fuck’ and pulls on the first shirt he sees, and a pair of basketball shorts, grabbing the first hair tie on his dresser and pulling his hair back into a messy lump, hurrying back out into the living room. 

Alex was still there. 

Relief hits him like a goddamn freight train, and John has to spend a second with his hand flat against the kitchen table to catch his breath. He can read Alex as easily now as he reads his mountain of texts, or his rants and raves at the bar, or on his couch. He says more in the dejected slump of his shoulders than he’d say in any word today. 

His fingers curled against the counter say I hurt you and I’m sorry just as his bowed head says I don’t know how I did it. Every inch of him radiates some sort of bruise. Lost friends. Lost loves. Lost family. (One time, one single, solitary time he heard Alex say she was sick and she held me and it’s haunted John ever since.)

John wants desperately to get down on his knees. To beg for forgiveness. To grab hold of some part of Alexander and swear on his life that he’ll never let go. But Alexander was water. The tighter you held him, the less you had. But if you were patient, if you laid the tracts of irrigation and waited, he’d fill your life with lush greenery. Of the mind. Of the soul. 

He stops on his way to the kitchen to turn the speakers on, lofi to fill the strained spaces of silence around them. John thinks about saying you let me love you every other way, why not this? And what about him is better than me and tell me you at least enjoyed it. But he doesn’t say any of it. John has been selfish enough for one day. 

Onto the cold tile floor on bare feet, John stops behind Alex. He can feel the breath being held between them. He swallows, drops his head. Presses a kiss to the seam of Alex’s shirt, where it curled over his shoulder. 

“Je suis désolé.”

[writing-for-the-weekend]

Adventures With Aaron

Hey guys! This is the start of the revamp that I’ve been talking about. Hope you enjoy! For those of you that have any suggestions or things you would like me to change/add, just let me know via message. Thanks for reading!

He approaches the garage door and types in the four-digit code. 9055. The door slowly rises.

"I have no idea why she isn't answering her phone. It's only 8:00," Austin says over his shoulder.

"Are you sure she'll be okay with this?" Aaron asks.

"Yeah, I don't know man. She's pretty chill, but this might be going too far," Giancarlo replies.

Austin glances at the parked car in the garage and shrugs his shoulders. (Y/N) is one of the most down to earth people that he knows, but something like this could make the calmest person freak out.

"I don't know what else to do. We drove 45 minutes to come see her, and now I'm nervous something happened," Austin grimaces.

Aaron looks up at the beautiful house, "I can't believe she lives here alone."

The house is definitely big for one occupant. (Y/N) is a very successful editor for one of the most popular magazines in New York. Her personality does not match the lifestyle that she lives, but entertaining is one of her favorite things. It helps that her closest childhood friend is Austin Romine of the New York Yankees. He has introduced her to a bunch of new people, and he and his friends frequently need a place to crash that isn't a cold hotel. She likes to open her home to them whenever they are willing to make the trip to Westchester County.

"Well, let's go scare the shit out of (Y/N)," Giancarlo chuckles.

********

You wake up to the sound of the garage door shutting and the handle of the side door turning. It takes you a minute to realize what you're hearing, but once it registers, you throw the blanket off your body and stand up from the couch. Your heart is racing as you try to remember if you're expecting anyone tonight. What time is it? Where is your phone? You run your hands over your pants trying to find your phone when the door creaks open slowly.

"Y/N?"

"Rise and shine sleepy head!"

You let out a sigh as you recognize the voices.

"Holy shit. You guys scared me," you say with a huge exhale.

You hear a bag drop and Giancarlo comes around the corner. He gives you a huge smile and trots over to give you a bear hug.

"Sorry (Y/N), it was Austin's decision to break in your house. Aaron and I thought it was a terrible idea."

"Wow, thanks for throwing me under the bus, man," Austin says as he elbows Giancarlo.

Austin grunts as you wrap your arms around his neck, "Next time pick up your phone when I call and text you a million times!"

"I fell asleep on the couch again for the third time this week. Work has been absolutely crazy. I hadn't heard from you guys in a bit, so I wasn't expecting company. Sorry for the mess."

Aaron comes around the corner carrying all three of their bags. He stands there awkwardly and just smiles as you stare at him with your mouth hanging open.

"Guys, help him!" you squeal.

Austin and Giancarlo grab their bags from Aaron and smack him on the back.

"Sorry man. This is (Y/N) by the way. (Y/N) this is Aaron. Not like you need much of an introduction," Austin smiles.

You can feel your face flush, but it's not the time to be embarrassed. First impressions are everything you think to yourself. You run your fingers through your hair, pat some of the wrinkles out of your shirt, and stick your hand out. "It's nice to finally meet you!" you exclaim.

Aaron gives you a huge smile and says, "I've heard so much about you! No way are we starting this out with a handshake."

He bends down and goes in for a hug.

Your breath catches in your throat, but you allow yourself to relax and return the hug. His massive hands envelop your back and you are completely swooning over the man you've been so obviously crushing on for months. He is bent down low enough for you to reach your arms around his shoulders. Your right hand brushes against the nape of his neck, and you feel how soft his hair is. You realize how intimate this hug just became, and you quickly pull back. You stare up at him and notice the grin that he has on his face. You glance over his shoulder and notice the suggestive look on Austin’s face. You can feel the rush of heat to your face as you mindlessly play with the hem of your shirt. 

"Well, (Y/N), it's really nice to finally meet you. All the guys speak so highly of you. And your house is - it's absolutely stunning," Aaron says sheepishly.

You quickly glance around your living room which is a complete mess.

"Thank you! I wish I knew you were coming - I would have straightened up a bit,” you say running a hand through your hair. “If you want, I can give you a tour of the place.”

Austin picks up his bag and slings it over his shoulder. “How about you give him a quick tour, and I’ll order some pizza for us?”

“I am so down with that. I am completely starving,” G says as he rounds the corner and heads towards the hallway. 

“Ready for the tour?” you say with a shy smile. 

*****

You motion for Aaron to follow you down the hallway. He stops frequently to stare at the art on the wall and just absorb your home.

"Sorry if I'm being nosey. You just have a lot of really interesting stuff here," Aaron says.

"It's all good. I like to collect a bunch of different things so sometimes it feels a bit messy."

You bring Aaron into your lavish kitchen and dining room and show him where he is always free to help himself. You go through the dining room and into the gaming room. Aaron's eyes widen as he takes everything in. A huge TV is on the one wall and the room is filled with a giant U-shaped couch and multiple bean bag chairs. He walks over to the corner of the room which just so happens to be your favorite place. The corner is lined floor to ceiling with books and there is a huge bean bag chair that can easily sit three adults. There are fairy lights lining the bookcases, and it is the perfect place to take a trendy Instagram picture. 

"This is amazing," he murmurs as he looks through all of your books.

"This room is usually a big hit. The guys like to come in here and play video games or watch movies, and I usually curl up in this corner with a good book. It allows me to spend time with my friends while still doing what I love the most."

"Well isn't that adorable," he says with a smirk.

You smile and look down at your feet looking more bashful than you intended.

"I meant that as a good thing. I think it's awesome that you have a hobby you enjoy so much."

"Yeah of course," you reply. "Well let's finish up the tour. We’ll probably come back here once dinner is over.”

Aaron crosses his arms over his chest and shakes his head no. He looks like he is about to throw a temper tantrum, and you can’t help but laugh. You hold your hand out to him and nod encouragingly towards the hallway. “The bedrooms are even more fun,” you say winking. 

You notice a touch of color creeps up Aaron’s face, and this makes you laugh even harder. His massive hand reaches out and takes yours.

You take Aaron down the main hall on the first floor. You show him the three guest rooms and the accompanying bathroom.

"This is insane," he says in awe. "I'm not doubting your success or anything, but it's amazing that you are able to live here by yourself. What made you want to live in such a big house all alone?"

You give him a smile, "Well I'm rarely alone. I have a bunch of friends who regularly need a place to crash. Most of my guy friends play baseball or hockey and stay with me instead of the hotel option when they are in New York. It reminds them more of home and it's less lonely."

"Yeah, I can't believe I am just coming here now. The guys have been trying to get me to come here instead of staying at the hotel, but I didn’t want to impose. Of course, the hotels are nice, but it just gets kind of lonely after a while."

"Exactly!" you say. "It's nice to share this with my friends, and I always enjoy the company too. And never feel like you are imposing here, there is always plenty of room, and even if all the rooms are taken, we always figure it out. The guys have totally taken over these rooms, so they are all occupied,” you say motioning down the hallway. Romine uses the first one, Giancarlo prefers the second one, and Yelich sometimes stays in the third room whenever he is in New York. He has so much shit in there though, so we just keep that door closed," you chuckle.

You head up the stairs for the rest of the tour. You make a left at the landing and walk into your immaculate bedroom. The color scheme matches your personality perfectly. All white and gray with pops of peach in the bedding and curtains. This room is especially photo ready at all times just because it makes you happy to have full control over one room in the house where the guys don’t invade. “So this is the master bedroom,” you say, “my office is down there to the left, and then there is the attached en suite.”

Aaron sits down on the corner of your bed. "Hm, I like this room. I think this is the room I want for myself," he says as he leans back on his elbows. 

"Ohhhh sorry,” you say sarcastically, “but this one is already taken."

"I mean, you could always be nice and share," Aaron smiles.

You can tell your cheeks are turning red, but you do your best to ignore that. "Wow. We've known each other for what 30 minutes? You are quite the flirt."

"I literally won 'Most Flirty' in high school," Aaron replies with the cutest smirk.

You walk over to the bed and hit Aaron with a throw pillow. "Let's go lover boy. Time for you to see your room."

*****

Aaron follows you out of the bedroom. He trails far enough behind you that you think he might be enjoying the view, or maybe you just hope that he is. 

"There are two guest rooms up here, but this one tends to be in use by one of my hockey friends,” you say gesturing towards the room to the right. “This room right next to mine is usually open, so that's probably the best bet for you tonight."

"Perfect. (Y/N), I just want to thank you again for letting me stay here. It really means a lot," Aaron says.

"Yeah, of course! You're always welcome here. Let me know if you need anything, okay?"

Aaron smiles and nods. He grabs his bag and drops it on the bed. You stand just outside the door frame, and he slowly approaches you. He raises his arms up and places his hands on the inside of the door frame. You make eye contact with him, and both of you are smirking like teenagers. 

Just then you hear Austin yell up the stairs, "Hey you two! Pizza is here!"

You smile up at Aaron, "Looks like our company is being requested then.”

Dinner was perfect. Pizza with some of your favorite guys is always a great way to spend the evening. You didn't realize just how hungry you were, but you hadn't eaten since lunch time and it was obvious. Two beers and four slices of pizza later and even your comfy yoga pants felt tight. 

"I need to lie down," you mutter.

You make your way into the game room and weigh your options. You decide to flop down on one of the large bean bag chairs and just let it completely consume you. You close your eyes for what feels like a few seconds and open them to see Aaron standing above you.

"Want some company?" he says with a shy smile.

You move over more than you need to, but it gives Aaron enough room to sit down without automatically being on top of you. You wouldn't mind that, but you want to make sure Aaron is on the same page as you before you assume anything. Just as Aaron sits down, Austin comes into the game room.

"Hey, (Y/N) is it okay if some of my friends come by and spend the night? It's my photographer buddy and his two assistants. They have a huge project they are working on in the city, but I haven't seen him in a long time," Austin asks as he leans on the door frame.

"Mike? Yeah, that's cool with me," you reply.

"Awesome, thanks. Don't get too comfortable you two. Wade just got here and we are going to come in and play games."

Aaron nudges you with his elbow and gives you a sweet smile when you look over at him. You knock your foot into his knee and jokingly say, "Hey, watch it."

The guys come in the room to play video games and have a couple drinks. They have an off day tomorrow, so they are letting loose a little more than normal. Austin's friends show up and join in on the fun. They try to include you and Aaron, but you both are content just watching them from the bean bag. You are lying down next to each other with your arms and legs lightly touching, but it's natural and you aren't even thinking about it. You are so relaxed.

******

Aaron is freaking out. His teammates have been telling him about (Y/N) for months, but he absolutely hates being set up on dates. He saw pictures of (Y/N) and appreciated her looks, but he knew she was some fancy magazine editor in New York - there is no way they would get along. Pictures simply did not do her justice. She is gorgeous, has a great sense of humor, and is so down to earth. Aaron liked that she blushed when they met and he loved that the hug hello lasted a little longer than it should have. 

Aaron feels a hand on his shoulder slowly shake him awake and a whisper, "Hey, Aaron."

Aaron wakes up to the rowdiness of his friends and the most beautiful girl standing in front of him.

"Mike wants to take your picture."

"What?" Aaron replies as he sits up.

"Yeah, your bone structure is to die for. Is it cool if I snap some pictures of you before I leave tomorrow?" Mike asks. "Actually, if I could convince the two of you to do a mini photoshoot together, I would be the happiest man on earth. The softness of her features next to your angles, perfect."

"Who, me?" (Y/N) asks.

“Yes, of course, you. You two are going to look so good together,” Mike says.

"I'm down," Aaron says trying to keep his cool.

*****

"So what exactly are we going to be doing?" you calmly ask. "I feel like the lighting isn’t really ideal this late.”

"Relax and let me worry about these things. We have some lighting in the truck, so we can definitely make this work. I just want to do a couple of shots with you two together. I'll direct you, don't worry. Right now, I need you to go put on some foundation, mascara and get some color to your lips. Deal?"

"Fair enough,” you say with a smirk as you turn to head to your bedroom.

Your number one goal for the night is to remain as calm as possible. It is very clear that you have had a crush on Aaron from afar for a very long time, and now that you’ve met him, your crush has just continued to develop. Aaron seems like such a cool and down to earth guy, and you are definitely not trying to ruin anything by fangirling over him.

You put your makeup on and keep it as simple as you possibly can. Your hair was slightly messed up from lying down earlier, so you run a brush through it and flat iron the wonky parts. Mike didn't tell you what to wear, so you decide to head down and see what he has in mind.

You make your way down the stairs and around the corner to find Aaron standing shirtless in your living room. Your breath hitches in your throat and you come to an abrupt stop.

"Hey," Aaron says with that charming smile of his.

"Hi," you say.

"Perfect, (Y/N)! you look absolutely perfect. The idea that I am dreaming about is Aaron over here in jeans with no shirt, and you in your underwear. How does that sound?"

"Under- underwear?" you stammer.

"Yeah, I'm thinking a cute lacy bra with some matching booty shorts. I know you have something like that so don't even look surprised," Mike responds.

"I thought you wanted to take pictures of our face?"

"Well yes, but I need to set the mood and this lawn chair outside is the perfect location for this photoshoot, and ugh. Please (Y/N)? This will be perfect."

"Okay, okay," you respond. "Aaron, you're cool with this?"

"As long as you are," he says with a huge grin on his face.

You go upstairs and find the perfect black lacy bra and the black lace underwear to match. The panties make your butt look amazing and plump. You adjust your bra to make sure you look as perky as possible. "Well here goes nothing."

You pull on the yoga pants that you were just wearing and grab the closest hoodie to cover up. You walk down the stairs and run into Austin as soon as you come around the corner.

"(Y/N), what the hell are you about to do?" he says as he grabs your hand.

"I have no idea, but I do know I am seconds away from having a heart attack."

"Can I watch?" he says with a smirk.

"I would rather my best friend not watch make a fool of myself half naked," you reply.

"Fine. You'll do great. Good luck," he assures you squeezing your hand. “Oh, just a heads up. Giancarlo was looking for you earlier. Something about you owing him cuddles?” Austin says rolling his eyes. 

“Fuck,” you reply. The last time the guys were over you had gotten a little too comfortable with Giancarlo. Things didn’t get very far, but you pretty much sat in his lap the whole night as you consumed way too many drinks. He ended up coming to bed with you after a passionate make out session, but you were sober enough to put a stop to anything going further. You still spent the night with him, and since that night he has been sending you suggestive texts. You really liked G, but you were definitely not interested in continuing where that night left off. You were hoping that he got the hint, but clearly, if he was getting Austin involved, you weren’t so lucky. 

“I can tell him you seem pretty busy with Aaron,” Austin says laughing. 

“I’m not trying to start shit between teammates right now, but you already know how I feel about the situation. I’m just trying to have a good time,” you say shrugging your shoulders. Austin gives you a friendly pat on the upper arm and sends you on your way. 

You take a deep breath and try to calm your nerves before walking into the living room. You run your fingers through your hair one more time for good measure and step around the corner.

Aaron stands next to Mike deep in conversation nodding his head to whatever he is saying. One of Mike's assistants is outside setting up some artificial lights on your patio.

"There she is!" Mike exclaims. "Do you mind getting undressed while I go talk to Caleb out on the patio?"

You nod your head and glance over at Aaron. His body is amazing and he knows it, but he is humble enough to not show off. He gives you a small smile and turns around to give you privacy to change. The view from the back is just as fantastic as the view from the front, but you stop yourself from staring too long.

You strip out of your yoga pants and pull the hoodie over your head trying not to mess up your hair or makeup. Once your clothes are off, there isn't much left to do. You fold the pants and the sweatshirt and clear your throat. Aaron turns around and his eyes widen.

"Well this is awkward," you say.

"You look absolutely stunning," he replies shaking his head back and forth. "Seriously. I - I - I'm speechless."

"You're speechless? Have you seen yourself? I'm trying to stop myself from going into shock right now," you say laughing.

Aaron glances down shyly, “Well this is one way to get to know each other quickly."

"Girl! You look amazing. You look even better than what I imagined," Mike squeals. "How about you two join the rest of us outside. (Y/N), it's a little chilly, but I'm sure you'll be warmed up in a minute."

You go out the sliding door with Aaron behind you. Your nerves are through the roof, but somehow you are keeping it together. Mike leans down and pats the lounge patio chair that Caleb pulled away from the pool. The chair is completely drowning in artificial light. You glance up towards the sky and see that the moon is peeking out from behind some clouds. There are a couple of moths migrating towards the light, and Mike notices you freezing up a bit. 

“(Y/N), Aaron let’s make this short and sweet. If either of you doesn’t feel comfortable doing something, please just let me know. This should be pretty painless. Aaron, I want you to come over here and sit down. We want the band of your briefs to be showing slightly above your jeans because that just screams sex," Mike states enthusiastically.

Aaron adjusts his briefs and pulls his jeans down a bit to get the exact look you know Mike is looking for. He looks so damn good. You bite your lip and look at the ground to control yourself.

"(Y/N) I need you to come over here and straddle Aaron's lap. We are going to be taking pictures of you two face to face, so this is the easiest way of going about that with the height difference."

You slowly walk over to Aaron and swing one leg over the chair. The lounge chair is close to the ground, and you don't really want to fully sit in his lap. You squat down and hover over his lap a little bit while you keep your hands on the top of the chair to steady yourself.

"You might as well get comfortable, I have a feeling this will be a while. Unless this is your workout for the day," Aaron looks up at you with a smile.

You give in because there is no way you have the core strength to hold that position for very long. You don't want to sit directly in Aaron's lap, so you scoot up a bit and sit on his lower abdomen.

"Am I hurting you?" you ask.

"Not even a little bit."

A flash goes off as you are looking down at Aaron. You look up to see Mike staring at you sheepishly.

"I'm sorry. You guys just look so great together. Let's start so that we can all actually get to sleep tonight at a normal hour. I don't really want to direct you guys too much. I'm looking for sweet, but sexy," Mike says.

Aaron looks up at you completely lost. You can see that he is just as nervous as you are, so you decide to pull yourself together and take the lead on this one. You lean in and take Aaron's face in your hand and tilt your head as if you are going to kiss him. You slightly part your lips and pull on Aaron's bottom lip with your thumb to encourage him to do the same.

"Ugh, absolutely perfect," Mike says as you hear the shutter on the camera go off multiple times.

You look down at Aaron and bite your lip for Mike to take the next picture, but you notice that Aaron has locked eyes with you. He reaches up to cradle your face with his massive hand and tugs on your bottom lip for the next picture.

"Hello, sexy!" Mike calls out.

You try not to pay any attention to it, but you can feel Aaron grow hard underneath you. You shift slightly to try and relieve some pressure for him, but you must have rubbed him just right as he lets out a quiet gasp. You can't help but smile knowing that you've turned him on this much. Aaron rests his forehead against yours and you can hear how much Mike loves that. It's sweet, but you can tell that Aaron is dying for more and this is definitely not the time to go for it. You lean back a bit to get into a new position and you can feel Aaron pushing through the seams of his jeans. He rests his hands on your ass, and he gives you a slight squeeze. He locks eyes with you again and you can tell he has about had it with this photoshoot. He grabs your face and brings your lips to his aggressively.

"Yes!" Mike screams.

Aaron's tongue slips inside your mouth and starts to explore. You can hear the shutter on the camera going crazy and you can see the flash even though your eyes are closed. Aaron runs his fingers through your hair as one hand holds your face in place as if he is begging you not to go anywhere. The kiss finally comes to an end and you lean back with a sigh. 

"That was amazing you two!" Mike shouts. Can you guys swap positions? I want Aaron on top now."

You look at Aaron and smirk. You know he's hard. He knows that you know he’s hard, and now Mike is about to know he’s hard.

"Can we take a 10 minute break?" you suggest as you push yourself out of his lap.

Mike nods and turns his back to the two of you to talk with Caleb about the next group of photos.

"Thanks," Aaron says as his face turns red. "I'll be right back."

Aaron trots towards the sliding door doing the best he can to conceal his bulge. You lie down on the lounge chair and close your eyes. Mike was right, it is pretty cold out, so you pull your legs up to your chest and rest your head on your knees. You listen to Mike and Caleb as they sort through the pictures they took. You keep hearing words like passion, sex, dirty, and naughty but you slowly start to tune them out. You suddenly feel a hand on your back and you quickly open your eyes.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you," Aaron says with a smirk. "Thanks for covering for me back there. Sorry if I got a little carried away."

"What? No, it was great - I mean you were great. Everything was great," you stumble out.

"You guys ready to finish this up?" Mike asks.

Aaron waits for you to lie back down on the chair before he lowers himself above your body. He uses his knees to hold himself up on either side of you so that he doesn't have to put any weight on your body. He crawls forward and braces his hands on either side of your body. You scoot your body down so that you are flat on your back and lean up to kiss him. He stays put and you know it's going to be a great picture with you longing after his kiss. You grab Aaron's face and give him a hard, long kiss. He grinds his hips down into yours not even thinking about who is watching. You can feel how hard he is and it drives you wild. Your kiss intensifies and you lift your hips up to feel more of him. The camera is still going off like crazy, but you barely pay it any mind. Aaron lowers his hand to your waist and grips it tight pushing you down into the chair. You let out a soft moan as he pushes his tongue farther into your mouth. You grab at his face desperately wanting all of him and more. Aaron pulls back from you despite your protest and he stares deeply into your eyes.

"I think we are good here," Mike says with a grin on his face. "You guys should probably go take a cold shower or something."

You start to sit up as Austin is stepping out of the sliding glass door.

"Woah. Sorry to interrupt the porno, but we don't have enough beds for all of the guests tonight," he says looking directly at you.

"It's all good. I'll bunk with (Y/N)," Aaron replies. 

"Oh yeah?" Austin questions with a smirk.

"If that's okay with you, of course," Aaron says looking over at you.

"Yeah, sure," you stammer.

"Cool. I'll go move my stuff out of the guest room," he says before he walks off.

You immediately look at Austin with your eyes wide. You have no idea what just happened or how it happened or what to even think about. Austin grabs you by the shoulders and gives you a little shake.

"What the hell are you about to do?" he says jokingly shaking you back and forth.

"I don't know! I don't know what I just agreed to. What should I do?"

"Well it's a little late now!" he laughs. "You guys just met, I can't believe you are going to sleep with him!"

"Well it's not like I have to have sex with him tonight," you say hesitantly.

Austin raises his eyebrows and shakes his head back and forth.

"Earth to (Y/N)," he says waving his hands in front of your face. "What part of him staying in your room are you not picking up?"

You are by no means a prude especially considering what just occurred between Aaron and yourself, but you actually want to get to know him. Sex is great and all and it can lead to amazing relationships, but you are worried he might get the wrong idea. You open your arms to give Austin a hug and he can't help but smile at how pathetic you look. He squeezes you tight and kisses you on the forehead.

"Aaron's a good guy. You don't have to worry about anything. Do whatever you are comfortable with."

You give him a smile and walk inside together.

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Aaron walked into the guest room to gather his belongings. He lets out a huge sigh and rolls his neck from side to side. He could definitely use some practice when it comes to smooth talking someone he is so obviously interested in. The look on her face indicated that he may have taken it too far. He normally wasn't this forward, but he was really interested in her and wanted to make it known. He winced as he picked up his bag from the floor and started to roll his shoulder to relieve some pressure. He had silently been dealing with a minor shoulder injury for the past few weeks and it was bothering him after the photoshoot. He got so into the moment that he didn't even notice the pain.

****************

All you wanted to do was shower and go to bed. The make out session with Aaron got your adrenaline pumping and now you were crashing fast. As nervous as you were about Aaron staying with you tonight, it was all you could think about. You take the stairs two at a time as you make your way to your bedroom. You slow down before you open the door and try to look as casual as possible. You walk in the room to find Aaron sitting on the recliner that you have in the corner by the window.

"Hey," he says sweetly.

"What a nice surprise," you say.

Aaron smiles at the ground and bites his lip. His bag is sitting by his feet and he looks as if he is trying to take up as little room as possible. He stands up and walks over to you with his head down still and you can't seem to figure out what's going on.

"Everything okay?" you ask.

"I just - I don't want you to get the wrong idea. I don't want you to feel pressured to do anything or think I am just interested in - only that. You seem amazing, and all the guys have such wonderful things to say about you. I just want to hang out with you tonight with no expectations or pressure."

Aaron's brows are furrowed and he looks like he is seconds away from getting on his knees to beg for forgiveness. You move closer to him and reach for his right hand. 

"I definitely appreciate you saying that, but I know that you’re a good guy and you weren’t trying to rush me. Also, I’m pretty sure the guys would kill you if anything were to happen,” you say laughing. “I think a nice relaxing night with you sounds like a great idea. Besides, it’s already a little after 10, and ya girl needs her rest.”

Aaron grins and looks down at you. He brushes a piece of hair behind your ear and moves his hand away quickly as if embarrassed.

"Do you mind if I shower?" you ask.

"Of course not. Do you want to just hang out up here and watch some mindless TV?" Aaron asks.

You nod your head and make your way to your dresser drawer to pull out some clean clothes. Even though Aaron took some of the pressure off you still wanted to make a good impression. You want to look cute and sexy but not look like you are trying too hard. You pick out a pair of cute undies with a matching bralette, a simple black tank top, and a pair of sleep shorts. You shake your head and try to remind yourself to stop overthinking everything. You turn around and find Aaron changing by the bed. He pulled off the jeans that he was wearing for the photo shoot and was folding them neatly. His ass looks perfect in his briefs and you can't help but stop and stare. He grabs a pair of basketball shorts out of his bag and slips them on. He takes off the shirt he put back on earlier and his back muscles stretch and flex as he moves. His arms are to die for, and you are probably going to die because Aaron turns around to find you staring at him with your mouth wide open.

"Enjoying the view?" he questions.

"I'm so sorry," you say embarrassed. "I, uh, I - let me just go take a shower."

Aaron can’t help but laugh, and you quickly turn around to head towards the bathroom. You set up all your clean clothes on the counter top and look at yourself in the mirror. Your hair is a mess, and you have circles under your eyes. The little bit of makeup you put on earlier was probably rubbed off during the photo shoot. You are hoping that the shower freshens up your face a little bit, but you know that it's not likely. If Aaron is attracted to you like this, then you are in good shape. You strip out of your clothes and hop in the shower to clean up quickly.

*****

Aaron sits down on the bed once he puts a fresh shirt on. He is on his phone just relaxing waiting for (Y/N) when someone starts knocking on the bedroom door. He gets up to answer the door to find Austin and Giancarlo standing there looking awfully suspicious.

"Where is (Y/N)?" Giancarlo questions coldly.

"She's in the shower. What are you guys doing up here?" Aaron asks.

"We wanted to make sure everything was going smoothly," Austin replies with a smirk.

Aaron turns around to check to make sure (Y/N) hadn't emerged from the shower and he pushes the guys out into the hallway. He shuts the door behind him.

"Quit being dicks. What do you want?" Aaron says a little more seriously than he intended.

"Woah, chill man. No need to get upset. We just wanted to check on (Y/N). She seemed a little nervous before, so I wanted to make sure she was okay," Austin replies.

"You guys should know me enough to know I'm not going to take advantage of her or do anything she isn't okay with."

Giancarlo steps forward looking annoyed. “Dude, you knew that I was interested in her. What’s the deal with you offering to share a room with her?”

“You drunkenly made out with her once after knowing her for how long?” Aaron questions.

G shakes his head back and forth, “That’s not even fair. You know I’ve been trying to hook up with her.”

“Yeah well I’m not just trying to hook up with her, and last I checked, you guys weren’t exclusive. Also, she seemed pretty into me when we were making out earlier,” 

Giancarlo lunges forward, but Austin grabs his arm before he can do anything. “That’s fucked up and you know it,” he says through gritted teeth. 

Aaron raises his hands in the air in a surrendering motion. “Why don’t we just ask (Y/N) who she wants in her bed tonight.”

“Okay, enough of that. The last thing either of you should be doing is fighting over a girl.” Austin grabs Giancarlo’s arm a little more forcefully and pulls him towards the stairs. “Both of you are acting like complete children right now,” he says.

Aaron rolls his eyes and closes the door. He turns to head back towards the bed just as he hears the shower turn off. 

*****

You turn the shower off and open the shower curtain. You take one towel to dry off your face and arms and then you wrap it around your hair. You grab another towel to dry off the rest of your body. Once you are dried off, you put your clothes on and start to towel dry your hair. You run a comb through your hair quickly and give yourself one more glance in the mirror. It’s the best you’re going to do right before bed. 

You emerge from the bathroom to find Aaron in bed searching through Netflix. He looks over at you and gives you a brief look up and down. He smiles slightly and pats the bed next to him. You toss your dirty clothes into the hamper and hop into bed next to him. The bed is big enough, but you are close enough that your arms and legs are lightly touching.

“How tired are you?” he questions as he looks down at you.

“Honestly, I’m exhausted. I think I worked myself up during that photoshoot and now I’m ready for bed.”

"Yeah, me too," he laughs. “Want to just put on an old scary movie and see how we feel after that if we’re still awake?

“That sounds perfect,” you reply.

You select the movie and settle into bed. Aaron props up some pillow behind him and opens his arm up to invite you to snuggle. You wrap one arm around his waist and rest your head on his chest.