#maybe I'll practice hiding it as I sit before the next time we go out?

[rowanoke]

Very little has made me feel more accepted than my girlfriends inviting me to the bathroom with then when they have to pee at the bar, I love it. But there's one bar we go to that has a single bathroom with no stall so we're all just hanging out making eye contact while one of us is peeing. And at that bar I don't usually invite them with me to pee because even though they all know I'm trans I don't really want them to see it, but then they get sad that I didn't invite them 😭

[moonsaver]

wheover that anon was that spoke up about mr reca I LOVE U WE SHOULD KISS

ALSO YESSS IRIS FAM MEMBER! READER WHOS AN ACTRESS/ACTOR!!! just imagine being THE mr. reca’s favorite thespian he’s ever worked with oh my gosh im drooling rn 😍🥰😋🔥😜

Yes anon!! Very real of the other anon. And of you.

This is yandere, so tw

Iris!Reader who's an actress/actor would smash. Imagine despite your humble beginnings and barely being able to keep your family afloat you make it. Although perhaps our beloved actor/actress doesn't quite fit the beauty standard, or they haven't made their debut in a popular film, or maybe they just aren't what most movies are focused on right now, considering the disparity between an actor's range and the genres they might partake in.

Here comes Mr. Reca, swooping you from who knows where, plopping you down into a makeup chair and reading the script to you at 50 words/sec speed. You have no idea where you are or what's going on before you're pushed onto the movie set, completely winded before Mr. Reca throws his hands up all "oh alright! Since you can't get the hang of this yet, I'll lend you a hand" or whatever excuse he loves to pull out of his ass. He personally guides you with the movie scripts, drags you along to any parties he may have to attend, forces you "into the filming sphere" or whatever by "exposure". You could be sleeping and he'd blast into your personal residence at 4 in the morning, and drag you along. He probably even forces you to sit down and listen to all his ideas and brainstorming sessions.

The more time you spend with him, the more sense he eventually makes. It's strange, and you almost end up questioning if you might be going insane. But you brush it off, because you realise he's been caring to you. Unlike most directors, he does care for his cast. He does provide a hospitable atmosphere to work with, which makes you realise just why your co-stars are so eager to please him. Mr. Reca, although insane and hard to decipher, makes you almost gravitate towards him when his eccentricities are laid bare before you.

Every time your short contract ends, he's already got the next one printed out and ready for you to sign. You appear so often beside him, it's unusual for you not to. Often, you make headlines with Mr. Reca backing you up. It's all in the palm of his hands when he gets you to stardom.

Oh, but isn't it a bit too much?

Nosy paparazzi that continually stalk and harass you, fans or even those that despise you call you or your family, people surrounding your home just to get a glimpse of your daily life, drivers who follow your car everywhere.. it's a bit too much for your pretty little head to handle. Mr. Reca is all too familiar with these pests. Why don't you stand closer and let him deal with them? Nevermind the fact he paid them, or that he's been rather eager to practice method acting with you.

Speaking of, he's replaced all your co-stars whenever it comes to suggestive or intimate scenes, considering himself as their stand-in since, well.. You're more comfortable with him, aren't you? You've been under his wing for so long, it's easier for you to do these uncomfortable scenes with him, instead of those no good actors.

You're not sure when it happens, but you notice the amount of cast dwindling until it's you and him, all alone. The movies are beautiful, but it's hard to hide the shivering by just pure acting skills when you realise no one has you in their grasp as much as Mr. Reca. His eager, insane eyes watching you like a rabid animal hidden behind a camera when you act all alone on a solitary set. This is the last time he allows the privilege of your visage on the lens, before you mysteriously go missing. You are meant for only the lens of his observant eyes, he states, as though confessing a haunting realisation.

Oh well, you can continue acting. Just remember your audience. It's only him you have to consider pleasing.

[churipu]

STUDYING WITH GOJO INCLUDES ✮⋆˙

featuring. gojo satoru x reader

warnings. clingy gojo, college! au, study buddies (u guys r dating) but he's unserious, soft gojo

note. sksjlddlsjjd look at me uploading anything but my 1k event, but pls i can't stop thinking abt studying with gojo and how unserious he will be during the session.

studying with gojo includes him whining about being bored because he's just naturally gifted — while you actually needed to study to match his brain capacity. he's a whiny baby about having to accompany you study when he was the one who volunteered to do so.

"baby, come on. can we please take a break? how long has it been? two hours?" he whines softly, his forehead had been stuck to the surface of the short table you had in your room. his long legs sprawled underneath it.

"satoru — it's been twenty minutes. and nobody forced you to be here, you can go if you want to," your answer only furthered his whining, like a small child who hasn't gotten what he wanted, he shifted a bit, letting the table move along with his movements; preventing you from focusing on the book you were scribbling on.

the man child finally pulls himself to sit up straight, a red blotch on his forehead. with furrowed brows, and a big frown on his face, he grabbed your pencil and tossed it across your room — sighing, you grabbed another one from your pencil case, and he did the same thing. only then after, the decided that throwing your pencil case across the room was the best choice.

"satoru, if you're not going to let me study, please leave."

yet again, another whine escaped his throat as he threw his head back onto your bed, "come on, 'ts good to take breaks, cuddle me, love me, pay attention to me!"

"we can do that later, 'ts a big exam next week . . ."

studying with gojo includes him distracting you with his love — whether it being a kiss, or just him stuck to your hips like a koala. he just needed a bit of love and attention as well.

gojo paced around your room, trying to distract himself from your silent form. poking around your figurines and shelves, looking through old year books, and even family albums. but nothing, he comes back to you, slotting your sitting form in between his open legs. gojo slithered his arms around your waist, burying his face into your shoulder.

"'m dying here y/n . . ."

your vague silence only offended him, "so y'don't care if your boyfriend's dying?"

sighing you replied, "i do care. but you're not," gojo grumbled under his breath, prepping his head up so his chin rested on top of your head, whistling out a a random tune that, of course, bothered you, "'toru, shut up."

"give me the love and attention that i deserve and maybe i'll stop," he nonchalantly said before continuing his whistling concert.

studying with gojo includes him finally being tired of not receiving what he wanted, and he turns sulky. his aura gloomy — and the corner of his lips tugged down into a big, giant frown.

gojo slipped himself under the table, resting his head on your thighs. the male looks up at you, only getting a good look of your chin and neck, he reaches his finger out, touching the tip of your chin before traveling down your neck.

still no love. or attention.

the male lets out one last (loud) sigh and tore himself away from you, plopping down on your bed. hiding under the covers, he curled himself up into a ball, his big back facing you — letting out grumbles under his breath as he hides his sorrow away.

you think gojo was being dramatic. he usually comes back, yearning for attention. but no, this time he didn't, just laying there on your bed for the next half an hour — where you coincidentally finished the last question in the practice page.

"satoru, are you asleep?" no answer. but the male shifted slightly, "satoru."

again, no answer. but gojo kicked his legs once, showing that he was indeed, not asleep at all. he had just been lying there, in the same position for the past half an hour.

"satoru, are you mad at me?"

gojo peeked one of his blue eyes from under the blanket and huffs childishly before grunting, he then prompted to pull down the blanket over his eye again. letting you have a taste of your own medicine, "fine, i was going to tell you that i can now give you love and attention. but you seem a little angry so i'm just gonna leave you alone—"

the male opened the blanket and pulled you under the warm fabric with him before covering you both, he immediately locks you in his embrace using a leg over your torso, "finally," he mutters out.

gojo pulled you in, a hand resting on your hips. his fingers raising the hem of your shirt just a bit to brush his digits on your skin intimately. he leans his head on top of your chest, "'m still mad at you if you're wondering."

chuckling, your fingers threaded with his white locks. your cheek pressed onto his head, "you're so childish, 'm not as smart as you, y'know? i need to study."

gojo hums softly, "there's still a week. seven days. you can start studying tomorrow, i promise i won't bother you then," he mutters out, his lips puckering into a small pout.

promises were meant to be broken anyways.

studying with gojo includes him promising he won't bother you the next time — and him ended up doing the same thing, because why study when you can love him instead?

© CHURIPU 2024 , DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ANYWHERE

[jenniferjareauwife]

Who Am I?

pairing: rio vidal x fem reader

category: steamy

warnings: mention of wanda x reader, mentions of agatha x rio, steamy make out

word count: 710

summary: you get to know rio on the witches road

a/n: lowkey might make this into a series/more oneshots within this plot line

"You're not as bad as I thought you'd be." I murmured to Rio while the other witches talked. I watched her eyes roll from her side, carefully watching her expression.

"You'd be surprised at how little people say that." She sounded tired, a bit done with me before locking eyes with me.

"I'm just saying. Sorry." I shrugged. She let out a small scoff and poked her cheek with her tongue, practically begging me to stare at her lips.

"You don't have to apologize." Her voice was a bit softer now. "That was sweet of you." I couldn't help but blush. I tried to hide it by looking around at the others, noticing Jen and Agatha bickering.

"You still love her?" I asked softly.

"You're smarter than I thought."

"Is that a yes or no?" I could feel my heart beating out of my chest. She took a while to respond, staring at Agatha from across the clearing, I could see the memories running through her head.

"Not the way I used to."

"I get that." My voice was low, I didn't mean for it to be but I knew she would pick up on it, she always had for the four days I had known her.

"Who?"

"What?"

"Who's your Agatha?" She sounded bored now, inspecting rocks.

"Wanda." I whispered. I wanted to ask her, was she alive? Rio would know. It's not like it would matter anyway.

"I've heard of her." She threw a rock at the other witches, causing them to give her dirty looks. "A bit controversial."

"And Agatha isn't?"

"I never said she was." She replied sternly, causing me to gulp. A few seconds later she turned her head towards me, a darker look in her eyes. She liked this. "Never said I wasn't either." She smirked slightly, holding out her palm to me, a golden colored flower growing from it. I gulped. "I know." She whispered. "I know who you are."

"Do you now?" She nodded, her lips twisting into a wicked smile. I was enjoying this too, I wasn't about to lie about that.

"Now who am I?" I looked into her eyes, trying to read her. But I couldn't. There were only two people I wasn't able to read, who were powerful enough to have their mind guarded by me. Wanda Maximoff and her son Billy, who just so happened to be sitting 25 feet from me. I cocked my head. "I'll give you a hint, I'm not you."

"I'm not stupid. I would recognize you if you were." She laughed in response. "The Green Witch, right?" She nodded, smiling as I thought through it. "Death." I whispered as it clicked.

"Record timing." She laughed. "Good job sweetheart, I knew you had it in you." She held eye contact almost uncomfortably long, causing heat to rise from my stomach to my cheeks.

"Wanna um...wanna go on a walk?"

"Of course." Her smile widened if possible, following after me as I took quick steps away from the group.

"Wanted to be alone with me?" She whispered once I was close enough for a tree for her to be able to pin me against one. Her lips ghosted over mine, two hands on either side of my neck. I just gulped, my eyes flickering down to her lips. "You're so obvious...it's cute."

"Rio." I murmured, my lips brushing against hers as I spoke. "Please."

"Please what?" She had a faint smile on her lips as she tilted her head, her tongue poking out to trace my lips.

"Kiss me." I whispered. She laughed softly before locking eyes with me, smashing my lips together. I could feel her eyelashes tickle my face as she closed her eyes, fully melting into the kiss.

It felt like it lasted for hours, both of us only pulling away when we needed breath. I licked my lips, tasting something metallic. She had drawn blood, cute. "More Rio. I need more."

"Yeah?" She let out a breathless laugh. "They're right over there though." Her lips turned down to a fake pout. "They could hear you."

"I don't care Rio, please-"

"Maybe next time." She planted one last kiss on my lips before walking away, swaying her hips seductively. Damn woman.

[martinluvrr]

CRUSH CRAZY | PAIGE BUECKERS

⋅˚₊‧ paige x fem!physio

⋅˚₊‧ summary: the new physio of the Uconn Wbb has caught the eye of their golden player, but it seems Paige has become a little... crush crazy.

⋅˚₊‧ warnings: hoping none

⋅˚₊‧ duayaps: i hateee thisss but its been sitting in my drafts so i finally finished it 😭

⋅˚₊‧ nav ||

"AND BEFORE YOU TAKE THE PILLS MAKE SURE YOU ATE SOME FOOD" I said to Azzi. It's been about 2 weeks since I started working with her, the Uconn medical staff have been nothing but welcoming.

At first, I didn't know what I was getting myself into, where I come from basketball isn't a big enough thing the way football is ( soccer ). I also didn't spend that much tie on social media, but as soon as I opened tiktok, tons of edits filled my page, most about Uconn and other teams. There were especially edits of Uconn's number five.

Paige Bueckers.

The girl was attractive. And she had the confidence to prove it. Me and Paige had very little contact together , but even if it was for a second, for some odd reason, my stomach was filled with butterflies.

"Thank you again" Azzi's sweet voice said. I turned around to look at the girl, after she underwent surgery for tearing her ACL during practice last November, there was still a little pain in the leg, but nothing that should stop her from rejoining the team in January. Of course, left out from not being in the action.

"No problem and please be careful ,i dont wanna se you anymore, you're boring' I jokingly said to her, she let out a laugh. I heard a chuckle behind me, when I turned, there in all her glory, number five.

"Hi Paige" I muttered, suddenly becoming shy.

"Hey" She said grinning. "Soooooo..."

"Paige" I said sternly, hiding my smile. "What are you doing here?"

"I-I was just checking up on Azzi" She told me, cracking a small smile at Azzi. I hoped the disappointed wasn't showing in my face, the delusional part in me was hoping she just came to see me.

"Well she's all yours"

✰

"Coach" Nika yelled, suddenly at Geno. "I don't feel so good"

"What happened?" Geno questioned her, making her sit down. She was fine 10 minutes ago.

"I feel like I'm gonna throw up" She said, staring at the ground. Coach felt Paige come beside him. "You okay?" Paige asked, Nika shook her head.

"Maybe we should call Y/N" Paige said, Nika nodded. Geno looked at the both of them, did they hit their head?

"Y/N's a physio, she doesn't deal with stomach problems" He explained, then he heard a cackle come from behind them. KK.

Now he got it, just before Nika came up to him, she was talking with Paige and KK, the three of them whispering amongst one another. Knowing Paige and her little crush, he could figure out that she put Nika up to this.

"Try telling me that again after suicides, maybe i'll believe it then" He said,trying to hide his smile, both Nika and Paige groaned. KK struggled to hide her laugh, scratch that, she didn't even hide it.

"Girl Boo, maybe next time" She said to Paige, laughing.

✰

Practice was over, and everybody was tired. Most of them half a sleep, including Paige. While they were used to their morning practices, Paige had a late night.

"Nah I'm going pick up something from Y/N real quick" She hard Aubrey say. Hearing Y/N name, Paige was awake real quick.

" I'll come with you" She offered, the locker suddenly filled with laughs. Her teammate agreed but not before teasing her with the rest. After getting ready, both of the Uconn basketball players made their way to the medical wing, Paige was nervous, she was always nervous to see Y/N. Suddenly feeling insecure, Paige smelled herself, stressing because she's sweaty. She heard her teammate laugh. "Bro relax" Aubrey reassured her.

When they finally stood in front of Y/N's office door, when Aubrey saw that Paige was still in a bit of a daze, she took the honor of knocking on the office door. When they both heard a sweet voice yelling come in, they followed her orders.

"Oh Hi" I said surprised to see both of them here. Aubrey replied greeting me back, but Paige, just stood there staring at her, grinning like a maniac. "Hi P" I said to her.

"Hey" she replied. Before i could ask what she was doing here, Aubrey caught my attention, asking about her meds and if she could take lighter ones. I replied to all her questions, asking if she was feeling okay or if she needed a checkup. While i talked to Aubrey, i could feel Paige's eyes on me at the side of my head.

As Aubrey left, i expected for Paige to follow her, but the blonde didn't move. "P, do you need something?" i asked her.

"there's this party tonight , you should stop by"

Was Paige inviting you as a date? no.

"Okay, text me the details and i'll think about it" i kinda accepted her invite. Tonight i already made plans with my roommate, i don't think its a good idea to cancel those just because i want to see my crush. I also didn't want my hopes to be up.

While Y/N thought about that, Paige was beaming with excitement on the inside, if Y/N did show up tonight. this was going to be the night where she made her move.

✰

She didn't show, she. didn't. show.

In Y/N's head, she didn't think not being at that party was a big deal. she assumed Paige was just being nice inviting her and she definitely didn't know that P was disappointed.

Today they had normal hard practices, and today was actually the final time Paige tried to get Y/N's attention. no like actually the last time.

As she dribbled the ball, suddenly she dropped the ball, and dramatically fell to the ground. Ice let out a laugh, but while she knew what Paige's plan was, Geno and Y/N didn't.

I gasped, seeing Paige suddenly on the ground, she was fine literally 10seconds ago. Quickly running over, followed by the rest of the coaching staff.

“Can u get up by yourself?”

“I can try”

okay good sign, good sign. it’s not broken.

“To my office” I instructed both Nika and Paige. While holding on to Paige, giving her a bit of support.

When we arrived, I made Paige lay down. And started testing her knee. It seemed fine, actually perfect.

“Maybe we should get another opinion, I don’t think my brains working properly”

I can’t seem to find out whats wrong, she says her knee hurts, but the tests i did make her look perfect.

“Ummm Alright” i heard her hesitate. Her voice slightly nervous.

“Paige”

“Yeah”

“Are you… not injured?”

“Kinda” She answered.

I furrowed my eyebrows, making me think back. Maybe she didn’t want the pressure or she just wanted an excuse out of practice.

“Paige if you are using this to get out of practice well you’ve got another thing comi-”

“Im using this as an excuse to see you” She cut you off.

“What”

“I’ve literally been giving you hints all year and you’re telling me you didnt know i liked you?”

“Well no” I answered honestly. When i finally met her eyes, a small smile took over my face. Her sad face turned hopeful.

“I like you too P” i said “You couldve just asked me out and this wouldn’t have had to happen”

“Don’t even try to turn this on me ma” she started ranting, you just laughed and stood there watching. Okay so you weren’t delusional.

✰

[billthedrake]

SUGAR DADDY (PART TWO)

The next day I was a little bit of a wreck. Still coming down from the high of my fantasy time with Mike Keenan. Sucking his cock. Kissing him. Enjoying the privacy and the deep conversation. I thought of texting him but decided that wouldn't be welcome. It hadn't been a date, it had ust been something that had happened. A combination of Mike taking pity on me and wanting to get his rocks off. We both got something out of it, but it was surely a one-time thing.

I had class that next morning and baseball practice that afternoon, then weightlifting. It was early evening when I got done and saw I had a text from Mike.

"Hi Luke, sorry no contact, I had a long day here. Enjoyed last night. Any chance for a repeat some time?"

My heart pounded. Maybe I was the one overthinking things. Mr. Keenan just wanted his cock sucked again.

"I'd love that," I wrote.

"Nice," came the reply. "You around to talk?"

I said good night to my buddies and told them I had to get back to study for a test. Then I texted a "yes" to Mike. A second later my phone rang.

"Hey," I said. God, I was majorly crushed out on the guy.

"Hey Luke," he said. His voice was sexy as fuck. "What are you up to?"

"Just getting out of practice. Bout to grab some dinner."

"I haven't eaten either. Want to come over? We can get dinner in the hotel bar."

"I probably need to change," I said. I was still in my workout clothes.

"I bet you look sexy as fuck," he growled. It was a trip to hear him lust for another man. "But take your time."

"Yeah, I probably shouldn't go to some fancy bar in my gym clothes."

"They don't give a fuck," he said. "But do what you feel comfortable with."

"All right," I said. "I'll text you when I'm on my way."

"Take an Uber," he said. "I'll pay."

"OK." Then I hung up. I was going to object, but I was eager to see the man. And truth be told I was hungry, real hungry. Maybe that's what made me decided to head right over, underdressed as I was.

"OK, I'm getting in my Uber," I typed to him five minutes later.

He sent a smiley face reply.

The man was in his suit, without tie, on one of the bar stools and his eyes lit up as I walked in. He had a smirk as I set down my backpack and pulled out the adjacent stool to sit. "I was right," he said softly. "Sexy as fuck."

I blushed. "I didn't think you went for guys that way," I whispered.

His blue eyes twinkled some as he patted my back. "No labels, remember?"

I was getting hard in my shorts. Unfortunately the thin fabric wasn't going to hide my boner, but fortunately, it was hidden by the bar. And my hunger was going to win out.

"The steak here is great," the man said as he handed me a menu.

"I dunno," I said as I looked over the option. "A burger is fine." Of course I was concerned about the price.

Mr. K could read me, though. "Get the steak," he grunted.

I felt a little chastised and said something I instantly regretted. "Is that how the Sugar Daddy treatment works?"

Mike gave me a quick glance then replied without missing a beat. "Buddy, you don't eye me up like a cash machine like those girls do. You don't know how nice a change that is."

I blushed and I felt his hand pat my bare thigh.

"I like that I can be honest with you, Luke, for real." His bossy tone was gone, replaced with the old Mr. Keenan charm.

I gulped. "I like being honest with you, too," I said. Until Mr. Keenan re-entered my life six months prior, I hadn't realized how rare it was I could be honest about things. I gave him a smile and saw him smile in return.

"Since I'm being honest," I started, but just then the bartender came over to take our order.

"Two steaks," Mr. Keenan said, ordering for me. "And another scotch and..." he turned to me.

"An IPA?" I asked. The bartender nodded and named off some brewery. Sounded good. We watched as he poured our drinks in front of us and placed them on the bar before going off to ring up our order.

"So..." Mike picked up. "Since you're being honest..."

I lowered my voice. "It's like I said before. You don't need to pay for anything, Mike. Or be a sugar daddy or anything."

He grinned. "There's always trade offs," he said. "And maybe I enjoy the control."

"Control?" I asked dumbly.

"If you're paying, you get your say in a lot of things," he said. He paused and watched me blush. "You think less of me."

"Honesty, right? You don't know how crushed out I am on you."

He smiled. "I have an idea. It's flattering." He took a sip of his scotch and looked over at me like a wolf eyeing up his prey. "I'm hoping you stay over tonight."

I was in over my head. Emotionally, but also with a man like Keenan. Decisive. "If you want, I will," I said.

"Good," he said, satisfied.

***

Mike Keenan surprised me that evening. After we ate and he paid the check, we went up to our room. We showered together, making out, feeling each other up. I was surprised how much this straight man was into my very male body and my cock. Well, he was probably bi and in any case had his no-labels motto. I was gonna embrace it.

Particularly as we made out on the bed, me beneath his middle aged, fit hairy body. I'd eventually find a real boyfriend, I knew, but I also knew it was going to be hard for any man to live up to hot how Mr. K was. His cock felt hard and even bigger as we humped our bodies together and kissed.

"So, Luke... you up for me being inside you?"

I nodded, hungrily. "God yeah, Mr. Keenan."

He grinned. "You have much experience?" That concern coming in.

"A couple of guys, yeah," I said. Then with deep candor, I added, "I wish you'd taken my cherry, Mike."

His voice got husky. "I've done anal a couple of times. With an ex-girlfriend."

His words made me actually break out into goosebumps. For some reason the idea of Mr. K doing some woman in the backdoor seemed kinky as fuck. But also the way he unmistakeably was communicating that he knew how to fuck me. "You liked it, I bet," I said with a lusty smile.

He nodded and winked just as he leaned up and knelt on the bed. His hardon looked magnificent, the thickness perfectly framed by his hairy, DILF-y body. I decided then and there I'd have a hard time sleeping with a man under 40. "Oh, yeah, buddy," he said. Then my body shivered again as I watched the confidence with which he picked up the lube he'd set out next to the bed. As he returned his focus, I pulled back my legs and spread them some, letting his slick hand in to lube up my hole. "It's probably my favorite thing. Hard to talk a woman into it, though."

"I can imagine," I hissed, enjoying the cool contact of the lubed finger on my ring. "I bet that costs extra huh?" Maybe that sounded accusatory, but from my tone it was clear that it was a joke, and Mr. Keenan picked up on that.

He laughed. "I don't hire hookers, but don't think I haven't thought about it." His cock jerked, and I was relieved that being with a dude seemed to work for him as much as fucking a chick.

He pressed in and worked me open some. "That feel OK, buddy?"

I looked at him excitedly and nodded. I kept expecting resistance as the man fingered me but there was none. At all. "Feels amazing Mr. K." My longtime nickname for him just slipped off my tongue, but the man seemed excited to hear it. His cock actually jerked.

He now slipped in a third finger, twisting me open and working in and out. "You're ready," he said, though I knew there was a questioning behind his assured tone.

"Yes, sir," I hissed.

Mike was horny, too, I realized as he scooted in to place and nudged his meaty cock right into place. I don't know the approach he took with women, but he angled his finger to let his prick push in just as he withdrew his hand. Kind of a shoehorn move that slid his meaty cock right into me. Three solid inches inside me in one go.

"There ya go," he said with satisfaction. Then he moved forward, his hips driving more meat into me, as he leaned his upper body forward. I was getting well and truly penetrated.

The thing was, my insides were starting their natural resistance, my guts clenching down on the invader and trying to repel it. Mr. Keenan mistook my discomfort for a natural stimulation of an ass on his cock. "That's goddamn nice, buddy," he hissed and like that he was kissing me, hard and possessively.

I met his tongue as well as I could, but there was something that clicked in me. I was a dude, a masculine dude. I didn't like to think of myself as feminine, and I got offended by the way people would associate gay sex with being feminized. And yet, I was pinned down beneath Mike Keenan and all I could think was to compare myself to those college chicks Mike banged. My hole relaxed around him and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Not slutty or anything, but damn I needed and wanted a Mike Keenan fuck.

He must have sensed the change but in any case pulled back from the kiss. "I guess I didn't even ask about protection," he hissed, his hips slowly pumping me.

"This is perfect, Mr. K," I growled. His dick was rubbing right over my prostate, not punching the button, but playing it like a violin string. It was a surprisingly new sensation for me.

The man liked my answer. He pulled back, further back, and pushed all the way. Then again. Not rushing it, but definitely claiming me with this cock. All the while his blue eyes bore down on mine. "How do you normally like it, Luke?" he asked.

I racked my brain. It was actually hard to think with the man's cock pressing in and out. And I'd only had a few experiences bottoming. "Slow, I guess," I replied. But then as I felt up the man's naked torso and strong arms, I wanted more. "But this is weird to ask... but I'd like you to show me how I like it."

THAT turned Mike on like crazy. "Yeah?" His nostrils flared. "I can do that buddy."

He pulled back and I felt his prick punch into me. In retrospect it probably wasn't rough, but I'd never been fucked with that much force. Then another. Slow, steady, and hard.

The fact that it was Rich's dad doing this drove me wild. I looked up into his handsome face and imagined him rough fucking some sugar baby who'd have to work for her apartment money.

"Shit!" I gasped. My prick was dripping already, a telltale sign that I was about to cum. I gripped it, just in time to let the pleasure boil to a full orgasm, all while Mr. Keenan pounded it out of me.

His own face was scrunching into a clear sign of pleasure. The man was ejaculating into my guts, and good.

"Well, fuck me," he sighed as he lay his forehead against mine. We lay like that, my hands on him and my legs wrapped around him. His more mature, fit body resting on top of me as he caught his breath. "Please tell me you liked that buddy," he hissed.

I felt weirdly emotional. I don't know, it wasn't just the crush I had on Mr. K. It was the hormonal rush on top of the mind fuck of having had such hot sex. "A little too much," I admitted.

That made him smile.

He finally leaned up and slid out of me, and off me. His dick was thick and plump but softening, and very wet. He looked down on me with a mix of surprise, paternal-like affection, and pride in conquest. I loved it all, and it was then that I realized I was hooked on the Mike Keenan experience.

"I thought I was pushing my luck asking you to meet me again," he said as he stepped off the bed and down some water from a water bottle. His middle-aged muscle was covered in a sheen of sweat. The man was sexy as fuck. His eyes barely left my nakedness. "But I guess not," he continued.

I felt all sorts of weird, and more than a little cheap now that the endorphins were wearing off. I sat up in bed, my hole feeling used and wet now. "You really do like being on control, don't you, Mike?"

My words caught him by surprise. "I guess I come on strong, huh?"

"A little," I admitted. "I should probably go," I said as I searched for my briefs.

"Will it make you feel better to stay over?" he asked.

It was my turn to be surprised. "You think I'm like a chick?" I asked. I wasn't sure I was upset he was stereotyping me as a gay guy. Or upset because maybe he was right.

"It's just a question, Luke," he replied. "I'll give you Uber money."

I swallowed my pride. "I'd love to stay. Sorry I was giving you grief."

He smiled. "It's fine buddy. I'm used to game playing. But you're a straight shooter. I like that." Then matter of factly, he added, "I get up early."

"That's cool," I said.

****

I gave Mr. K a blowjob early the next morning. And he stroked me off. I guess I was leaning toward being a bottom before Mike Keenan, but I'd never embraced the label. What the fuck, the man was making me realize the shoe fit.

I was happy and content all day. I kind of wanted a text from Mr. K, but I didn't need one. Even being young and naive, I knew I had to take this for what it was, or not at all.

Around 5:30 I got a text. "Dinner?"

I had a late game and plans with my buddies. "I'm tied up, Mike," I wrote. "Sorry."

"What time you done?" came that reply.

"I don't know. 10?"

"Come over then. You know the room number."

Maybe it should have rubbed me the wrong way, but it didn't. I was horny for this man. So bad.

Only after I replied with an OK, I got a Venmo alert. Mr. K had sent me money. Not an exhorbitant amount. But a lot.

Oh shit.

***

I was nervous as Mike ushered me in. The worst part was how fucking handsome he looked, even in his readers and plush hotel bathrobe. He didn't look exactly sleepy, but he seemed in a relaxed, tired state as he looked me up and down.

"Thanks for coming, Luke," he said. That easygoing charm I remember from going over to his place when I was visiting my buddy Rich.

"Sure," I said. Looking around, I wondered what it was like to live in a hotel like this a few nights a week, always being on the road. I smelled Mr. Keenan's cologne before I felt his hand on my shoulder and his warm body press against my back. Already he was kissing softly at my neck.

"Listen, Mr. K... can we talk about the money thing?"

His voice had a throaty growl. Maybe he'd been thinking all evening, all day about sex, because he seemed to be in a horny mode. "Sure. Was it not enough?"

"No, Jesus," I hissed, feeling his fingers already running beneath the hem of my T-shirt tracking my abs. "I don't need anything. For real."

OK, now his fingers stopped their seductive movement. I guess the man was getting it. "You offended?" he asked.

I blushed. "I dunno," I replied. "It didn't make me feel great."

I felt his breath against my neck. "You deserve the money more than Kimberly," he said. "Or the others. It's just a little something, Luke. Use it to have fun. Or save it for a rainy day."

I don't know how Mike Keenan was so persuasive a man, but he was. Maybe because those fingers are once again tracing up my abs and pulling my shirt with them. "Come on, buddy, let me see that hot baseball jock body," he urged.

I went with it. I knew I was good looking, and even if I had some bulking goals for the off season, I knew I had a solid body. But the fact Mr. Keenan was into it had me so turned on. I turned around to see a smile on his five-o-clock-shadowed face.

"Nice," he said, eyes sweeping up and down my build. "Lose the shorts, Luke," he said.

Mr. K had talked about enjoying being in control. I was now wrestling with the fact that I enjoyed being bossed around, at least by this man. I stepped back and undid my shorts, stripping down completely for him. I was rock hard.

My heart pounded as I watched Mike get a more serious look on his face, as his hands reached down to undo the tie on the robe. The white terry cloth flapped open to show off his furry fit torso and, beneath that, his thick boner. "Come on buddy," he said in a deep whisper, nodding down at his crotch in an unmistakable signal.

I gulped. I assumed my normal catcher's squat, a position which made my hard dick stick up at an angle.

"Fuck yeah," Mike said. He scooted up to offer me his prick. It was fat and veiny, and while not porn-long that dick was pretty damn big.

I leaned forward just an inch to start licking him. Top to bottom. Along his furry nuts. Tasting every inch of Mike Keenan. Maybe his relaxed vibe gave me the implicit permission to take my time.

Only by the time I actually began sucking him, working my mouth up and down on him and doing my best to coordinate suction and tongue along his shaft, the man was starting to get worked up.

"Easy there, buddy," he hissed, gently pushing me off his dick, which throbbed and jerked a little, wet with my saliva. "I almost blew there."

I grinned. I felt so fucking proud. I didn't have a ton of sexual experience and it was good to know I was doing something right to get Mike so close so soon. "Why don't you?" I asked, sitting back on my haunches and looking up at him. I was getting more confident in having sex with this older man.

He let out a heavy sigh, like he was fighting off the urge to do just that. A smile crossed his lips, though. "Guess I'm like a kid with a new toy," he explained.

It took me a second to get it. "You wanna fuck me again." Half statement, half question.

Mike nodded. "Been thinking about it all fucking day, man. Your ass is so fucking tight."

I knew this was a possibility, and I wondered if I should be giving my hole some rest. But I also knew it was going to be hard to turn down a Mr. Keenan fuck. I stood up, my dick riding that crest between pure excited hardness and nervous flagging.

"Ok if we kiss a little, Mike?" I asked feeling almost embarrassed to ask. "You know, make out a little?"

My buddy's dad nodded and grinned as he stepped up to me, placing his hands on my waist. "I guess I can come on strong, huh?" he asked.

God, feeling his dick press against mine and the heat and the soft-hard combo of fur and muscle against me was going to drive me wild. "Some, yeah," I admitted with a laugh. Then blushing, I added, "Part of me really likes it, but fuck it's intimidating too, you know?"

Mike didn't reply but just gave a sympathetic nod and leaned in for a soft kiss. We made out some, and it was incredible to feel the contrast between the gentle approach kissing and the mauling of his hands on my jock body, particularly my butt. Mr. K wasn't kidding about having a new toy. He seemed to really love my ass.

He walked me back to the bed and I went back down on the mattress with a motion of his that was between guiding and pushing. He quickly lost his bathrobe and joined me, covering my body with his older, more experienced one, feeling me up and kissing along my neck, my ear, my upper chest. Mike was in full-on horny mode and bring me there right with him.

Finally he lifted off and rolled to the side. His erection was dripping and rock hard and looked amazing against all that body hair. "All right buddy, get on all fours."

I was primed for Mike Keenan in full on control mode. I scrambled to do as the man asked, facing the headboard and feeling the man settle in behind me. Already his hands were cupping my glutes and feeling the smooth muscle.

"You got a hot fucking ass, Luke," he growled. He pawed at me another few seconds then reached for some lube. The first wet finger felt great, and went in pretty easy.

"You're looser today, buddy," Mike hissed. A second finger popped in.

"Yeah, probably," I responded. "After yesterday."

"I wanna keep you this way," came his deep voice. "Ready for me."

"Oh fuck, Mr. K," I whined. There was an edge to his tone that drove me wild. And as his prick pushed in, I felt a welcome pleasure, even with my residual tightness.

"Fuck yeah," Mike grunted as he felt my insides and pushed to bottom out. "Right back in the saddle."

His grip clenched roughly on my waist. Just as quickly as that thick cock pulled out, it barreled back in. And again. One hard thrust right after the other as Mr. K grunted deeply. "Ung. Ungh. Ung."

The man was fucking for his pleasure, not mine. Still I felt an excited thrill. I wouldn't say I enjoyed this nearly as much as the missionary mating the night before but it felt new to me. Animalistic and raw. I was hard even with the discomfort of the shafting.

Wham. Wham. Wham. That thick piece of hard dad meat was drilling steadily. Then the cadence went off. Mr. Keenan's rhythm was getting more spasmodic and jerky as he pounded me. Then I felt those fingers dig into my hips.

"FUCK!"

From his cry and the sudden stop of his thrusts, I knew the man was seeding me.

I loved every part of the experience, but I now regretted that I hadn't gotten off. The fuck had been too hard and too quick.

Thankfully I felt the man shift behind me and, prick still buried inside me, he leaned forward to press against, my back.

I loved the feeling of his kiss on my neck, but even more I loved the slickness of his palm as he wrapped his hand around my hardon. Mike didn't even need to do much. Just give slow soft pumps in and out of my guts while his fingers ran along my dick. I fired off, heavy and hard. I felt lightheaded when I came.

We were quiet as we uncoupled. The shame was coming back to me as I showered off. Shame that I enjoyed what others might see as a dominant, selfish fuck. Shame that there were funds in my Venmo account. Shame that I was falling for Mr. Keenan so hard. I knew I couldn't stay over in this hotel room, not tonight. I needed some space to think.

Mike had his robe back on. To this day a white terry bathrobe is a fetish for me. His tone was more serious. "You mad at me Luke?" he asked as he sat in the hotel chair and watched me get dressed.

I grimaced but shook my head no. "I didn't think I'd like sex that rough," I said softly.

I could see a sly grin from on his lips. But he continued. "I wasn't talking about the fuck."

God, the man could be intense, behind the suave businessman outgoingness and the friendly paternal vibe. It was like I was seeing the real Mr. Keenan. Intimidating, sure, but I also wondered if he had a hard time with real relationships. His marriage hadn't worked out, he was clearly estranged from his son, and he basically hired dates instead of having real girlfriends.

I paused, just holding the T shirt I was going to put back on. "Can I be blunt, Mr. K? You say you don't want a hooker, and yet have a way of treating me like one."

He was prepared for that. "You're not that, Luke. But I'm not ready for anything serious. I figure I can help you out, and you can help me out." He looked at me and could tell I still didn't get it. "Listen, it's not just sex. I love spending time with you buddy. You're a hell of a lot more fun than those sugar babies, I'll tell ya." He cracked a smile, and I had to as well.

"I guess," I said. Remembering Kimberly, I could imagine she'd be more work than fun.

My conciliatory tone made him happy, and I was glad to see the friendly Mr. Keenan return. "Well, it's just I don't always have the time or interest for all the other boyfriend bullshit. Checking in, looking after emotional needs, dealing with jealousy."

I gulped. I was starting to get a better picture of Mike. The side Rich hated. The side I should hate more.

He watched my reaction but continued. "I know that wouldn't be fun for you to deal with, so I want to make it worth your while."

"Make what worth my while?" I asked. Again, as persuasive as he was, I felt he kept talking around the sex part.

He laughed, almost amused at how astute I was. "Luke, I'm not going to pay you per sex act. Or per night. But..." his voice got conspiratorial. I wondered if he knew what that supportive dad-figure tone did for me, and just weaponized it to get his way. Honestly I think it just came naturally to him. "Well, bud, I'd love an arrangement when you're able to keep me company when I'm in DC." His blue eyes got an impish cast to them, and I knew he was in seal-the-deal mode. "I'm pretty sure we could have a lot of fun together."

"You wanna be my sugar daddy?" I asked, point blank. It's not that I was dumb, but I actually didn't think Mr. Keenan was outright going there.

He nodded. But his face had a caution to it. "Would it better if we ditched the labels?" he asked, a smirk on his face reminding me of his own no-labels policy.

"It would," I answered. Then. "OK if I think on it, Mike?"

"Of course," he said.

He stood up as I finished putting on my shoes. Seeing how handsome he was I almost asked if I could stay over again. But the vibe wasn't right for that.

As I made my way to the room door, Mr. K patted my shoulder. "You're a fine young man, Luke," he said. His fingers gave my muscle a little squeeze before letting go. "I mean that."

"Thanks, Mr. Keenan," I said.

***

The Uber ride was quick at that time of night. I'd have to come up with an excuse to my roommate while I was out again. I'd probably have to come up with a lot more excuses if I hung out more with Mr. K. Or, if he got me my own apartment, things would be easier. Meeting up with him. Having sex with him.

I pulled out my phone. I thought I'd hesitate before sending but I knew I knew my answer.

"You'll have to let me know how it works Mr. K," I texted. "But I'm in."

No labels. But if Mike Keenan was going to call himself my sugar daddy that was probably OK too.

I got a quick reply. "That makes me happy Luke. Talk tomorrow sexy."

I felt warm inside. Mike Keenan was going to make this worth my while. But I was determined to make it worth his, too.

[mariposa-writes]

The Assistant - Travis Kelce Pt 1.

Travis Kelce x Reader

Summary: Your Travis assistant.

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: New series alert! Can't wait to see where this story takes me. Also feel free to request stories and I'll try to write them as soon as possible.

"He is not going to fire you." Your best friend Megan replied.

"Yes he is, how am I going to be his full time assistant when I need assistance myself." You'd just gotten some of the worse news of your life. You'd torn your ACL and meniscus, while snowboarding with your friends.

"Y/n I'm pretty sure it's against the law." Megan replied.

"Maybe, but we don't even have a contract. So he could prob get away with it." You wanted to cry. "I have to call him or something. He's expecting me back at work in two days."

You had ended your vacation 1 week earlier than planned. Your friends were currently in Colorado, enjoying the last few days of winter up there. Soon there wouldn't be enough snow and the ski resorts would be closing.

You were originally from Colorado, but moved to Kansas the year after you graduated high school. You'd been living in Kansas City, for the past 7 years and had been working as Travis's assistant for the past year and a half.

"Babes, we're almost at the slopes so I'm gonna have to let you go." Megan said.

"Alright, talk later." you replied before hanging up.

You knew you couldn't avoid Travis anymore, you'd been hiding in your house all week. Dreading the conversation you'd have to have with him. Maybe you could just keep walking on your leg, until the beginning the next off season. Yea, not possible considering your knee was only getting worse as time continued.

There was only about a week left before practices start back up and it was back to the everyday grind. Travis had agreed to let you take a week and a half off to go snowboarding in Colorado, since ski season had lasted a whole month longer than normal.

You got out of bed and decided to get dressed to head over to Travis's. You figured the best way to break the new would be in person. You slowly walked down the stairs and to your car, your knee only giving out twice on the way down. Luckily both times you were holding onto the railing.

You were doing a front flip while snowboarding, when you hurt it. After not sticking your landing you laid in the snow knowing something was wrong.

You were always pretty in tuned with your body, always knowing when you were sick or something was actually wrong. Like when you broke your wrist at 11 years old and knew it wasn't just a sprain. You could always tell when an ear infection was coming on as a kid. You knew when you needed to go to the doctor and when you could wait it out.

This was one of those times where you knew something was wrong. Your knee felt different and it wasn't like you just landed wrong and it would feel better in a few days. You could tell this was more serious.

You waited a few days to go to the doctor even though you knew something was wrong. As a kid your mom always told you that if she took you too the doctor and nothing was wrong you were gonna have to pay the medical bill, so you learned to just wait most things out.

Now as a result of that you hated going to the doctor.

After being home for two days and no improvement on your knee, you knew you had to go.

That's when they broke the news to you and told you what was wrong.

Now you were sitting in Travis's driveway working up the courage to tell him what had happened. After a few more minutes you walked up to his front door and rang the bell.

You could hear Travis barreling down the stairs, as you waited patiently at the door. "Y/n?" He tilted his head, clearly confused as to why you were here. "What are you doing here? You still have two days left of vacation."

"Um, can we go inside and talk?" You asked nervously.

Travis nodded slowly, "Yea, let's go to the living room." He moved out of the door, letting you in. You headed for the living room with him trailing behind.

Travis could swear he felt the nervousness radiating off of you. Which was also making him nervous.

You headed towards the living room, Travis trailing closely behind you. You'd almost made it all the way when your knee ended up giving out on you.

Travis quickly grabbed your hip, keeping you from falling while you planted a hand on the wall. You don't know how his reaction time was so fast, but you supposed that's why he's in the NFL.

You waited for a few seconds making sure your knee was okay, before walking the rest of the way to the couch. Travis kept his hand on your back worried you'd almost fall again.

"Sorry," you pointed the the spot where you almost fell. "About that back there." You clarified.

"Y/n, what's going on?" He asked sitting down in the chair across from his couch.

"I-um" you wiped your sweaty palms on your sweats, trying to calm down. Travis didn't rush you, he just waited patiently. You took a deep breath, "I tore my ACL and meniscus." You blurted out, just wanting to get it over with.

"How?" Was his first question

"Snowboarding, Front flip." you added at the end.

"Who's taking you to the surgery?" Travis knew a lot about torn ACLs considering it was a pretty common injury in the sports world.

"I'm not sure, I'll probably drive myself there and Uber home."

"You don't have any family to take you?"

"No."

"Friends?"

"Nope." You replied popping the P. You and Travis weren't really friends. You guys didn't talk about your personal lives, well you knew about his but you kept yours pretty private plus he never asked.

It made since that he didn't know you were pretty much alone here. You'd never told him anything about your past, considering you moved here to get away from it.

"I thought you were going snowboarding with friends, they can't take you?"

"They live in Colorado, I was visiting them."

"Oh," Was all he said for a while. The silence in the room, was loud in your ears. Thankfully Travis interrupted it, "I'll take you to your surgery."

Your eyes widened. "What? Why?"

"Well you just said you don't have anyone to take you."

"You'll have practice." You argued.

"Practice doesn't start for another week and a half."

"It's 3 weeks away."

"3 weeks?" You nodded. "Who's your doctor?"

"I don't know. I just met the guy, forgot his name." Travis got up and called someone on his phone, "What are you doing?" You asked, but he just held his finger up telling you to be quiet.

You rolled your eyes, while he walked into another room. You sat on the couch waiting patiently until he came back, finally after 10 minutes or so he was back.

"You have an appointment tomorrow, with my doctor. He's going to get some scans done and confirm what you already know, then he's going to fit you in for surgery within the week."

"I can't afford your doctor!" You said throwing my arms in the air, since you didn't really want to stand to argue with him.

"Don't worry about the cost." He said walking away from me. You pushed off the couch and followed him.

"Travis, I can't keep up slow down." You yelled trying to walk as quick as possible without causing my knee to buckle.

He was waiting at the front door, "Go home, Y/n"

"We aren't done talking about this. Cancel that appointment tomorrow." You crossed your arms over your chest and huffed out some air.

"Yes we are." He said, basically pushing you to your car. He opened the door for you and you climbed in. "I'll pick you up tomorrow at 10." He said, before shutting your door and walking into his house.

[jakes3resin]

Modern Reincarnation AU Part 5 ✨️

Part 4

"Hello."

Bucky turned his head into the crook of his arms. The material of his new suit jacket itches at his cheeks, but he still rubbed his nose against it pretending it was enough to cover his sniffles. He wasn't interested in talking to whoever this was. He'd had enough with talking. Enough of people staring at him with pity as they offered condolences that didn't do anything. No one said anything worth listening to here anyway.

"You're John, right?" The person from before asked. Bucky could hear the rustle of clothing as whoever it was knelt down.

"It's Bucky." Bucky murmured. He refused to lift his head from his arms, so his voice came out muffled and wrong.

"Buffy? Like the vampire slayer?" The voice laughed. "Bit silly, but okay."

Bucky lifted his head to glare at the voice. He didn't care that the man was in a fancy uniform like his parents' old ones or that the kind smile on his face grew in triumph when he did so. No one was allowed to make fun of his name.

"My name is Bucky." Each word enuciated crisp and succinct.

"Well, my name's Chick, Chick Harding. Nice to meet you kid."

✨️

"Knew I'd find you out here."

Bucky doesn't turn to acknowledge Buck as the other leans out the kitchen window. Thankfully, he doesn't step out onto the stairs. Bucky's not sure he wants Buck in his space. It's easier at night when Bucky can pretend, can ignore the hurt just to bask in the comfort. In the daylight, it's the echo of Buck's voice that haunts him dogging his every step.

Don't count on it.

Damn it Curt, how many times do I have to tell you? He doesn't know!

The same voice over and over.

Bucky stares down at the traffic below, watching strangers running around going about their lives. Sometimes, he sits out here and imagines their lives. Imagines what brought them here, where they're going next, and how that changes them.

"Curt asked if we wanted to go out tonight. After dinner with your father, that is."

Curt... Bucky hides his wince by shifting against the railing. He hasn't spoken to Curt yet. He wasn't sure he wanted to. He'd had enough with talking.

"Not sure," Bucky shrugs, turning back to his book. He still doesn't look up at Buck. "Probably not."

"That's not like you." Shock colors Buck's voice. Bucky curls his knee closer leaving only one leg splayed out on the stairs above. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong." Bucky scoffs. He breathes out softens his voice. "I just don't think I'll feel up to it after dinner."

Buck makes a noise as if he understands, but the fib tastes like ash on Bucky's tongue. His fingers curls around his book, more homework he was supposed to finish at the library.

"You should go. Paint the town red." Bucky finally lifts his head to meet Buck's gaze. The other's face pales. Bucky tries not to feel vindictive. Or guilty.

"Maybe next time." Buck chokes out, voice gruff as he pulls his head back into the apartment.

✨️

"You gonna be calm about this?"

"What? I'm always calm."

"Bucky breaking his arm at baseball practice would disagree with that statement, Chick."

"Extenuating circumstances. He was crying!"

"And he was crying last night when I had to talk you out of calling in favors to take out a university student."

"Political office has to come with some perks. Why shouldn't I use them?"

"Because Congress can impeach you for misappropriating State Department resources, and I won't help you out of it."

"Didn't our marriage vows include for better or for worse?"

"Probably, but who knows? But back to my original point, keep your cool. We don't know what's going on between them."

"Right. I don't think I'm going to like this boy. He's too old for Bucky."

"He's twenty-six to Bucky's twenty-three. Our age gap is worse."

"Well, he still has a lot to explain."

"Sure. Would you get the good plates out of the china cabinet for me? Bucky will be here any minute."

"Yes, dear."

✨️

"We're here!" Bucky motioned Buck in first. Buck's big blue eyes took in the entryway. The high ceilings and beautifully decorated rooms certainly looked different from his college apartment.

"In here!" Jack's voice rang out. A crash echoed from the kitchen alongside his father's voice cursing. God Bucky hopes Jack didn't let him do any of the cooking. Bucky's already dealing with heartbreak he doesn't want to deal with food poisoning as well.

"Follow me," Bucky tried for a smile, but judging by the pinching around Buck's eyes, it was more likely a grimace. "If you're worried about an ambush, they'll at least wait until you've eaten something."

"Right." Buck reaches a hand out for Bucky's. His thumb rubs over Bucky's knuckles. "Let's face the music then."

Bucky leads the other through the living room towards the kitchen. Buck's eyes jumping over the many childhood photos of Bucky decorating the walls, the same wild curls and equally wild smile greeting him in each one.

"Bucky!"

Bucky's dragged out of Buck's hold by his father's hug. Shocks tingle at the tips of his fingers. He might have been imagining it, but it felt like Buck's hand tried to reel in him back.

"And you must be Gale Cleven." Bucky's dad reached a hand out to shake his hand. Bucky watched his father squeeze Buck's hand. Buck's smile never dipped.

"Mr. Secretary, you have a lovely home."

✨️

"So how did you two meet?" Chick asked as filled Jack's glass of wine alongside his own. Both Buck and Bucky had both chosen not to drink that night. Alcohol, as much as Bucky craved the release it gave him, probably wasn't the best idea for him tonight.

"Oh," Bucky cleared his throat. His food suddenly felt like sludge as it went down his throat.

This was fine. He'd prepared for this. He could play the lovesick kid tonight. Tomorrow, he'd confront Buck. He just had to make it through this dinner.

"At a coffee shop just off campus. Buck said I looked like a friend of his from Wisconsin. Said we shared the same name."

"That a fact?" Chick leveled Buck with an deep look. "And that's how the kids do it these days? Chance meetings in coffee shops?"

"Dad," Bucky groaned burying his face into his hands. "Please don't."

"What?" Chick nudged Jack who simply rolled his eyes at his husband's teasing. "Am I too embarrassing now? I thought I was a cool dad."

"Anyone who has to say they're a cool dad, ultimately is the lamest dad." Bucky laughed.

"I'll remember that next time you want a favor or special tickets to something." Chick threatened, but no one at the table truly believed him. His smile was too wide and happy when he looked at Bucky. Plus, Jack would testify that Chick had never denied Bucky anything since Bucky had come into his life.

"You're from Casper Wyoming, aren't you, Gale?" Chick turned his attention back to Buck. Bucky noticed that every time his dad called the other 'Gale,' his hands tightened around his utensils. "How'd you end up in DC?"

"School, sir. I'm a graduate student at Georgetown. Interplanetary physics." Gale took a sip of his water.

"Ever think about joining the Air Force?" Chick laid his knife down. "Degree like that could take you far. I knew a Major who studied the same thing once."

"No, sir." Buck's jaw clenched. "I respect those who serve, but I think I'm happy where I am."

"Chick," Jack laid a hand on Chick's forearm. "He's a retired Colonel, so you'll have to excuse him. Years at the State Department and somehow his allegiance is still to them."

"Not a problem." Buck's jaw finally unclenched. Bucky resisted the urge to reach for him. "Did you fly any of the big birds sir?"

✨️

"Sorry about them," Bucky glanced back towards Buck. The other had fallen behind, eyes distant as if lost in thought. "Buck?"

"Sorry?" Buck's eyes met his own once more.

"Now who's distracted?" Bucky let the other catch up. He twisted his hand out of the way when Buck went to hold it. Reaching into his pocket, he withdrew his phone to check on the status of their ride. Buck's hand felt back to his side.

"Sorry about the interrogation back there. He's protective."

"It's alright, Bucky." Buck smiles. "He's not so scary. Not to me, and not when it comes to you. Besides, I'd go through a lot worse to stay with you."

The words, heartfelt and genuine, felt sickening to hear.

What about Curt? Would you do the same for him?

The question was once more on the tip of his tongue, the rage and heartbreak burning in his chest, but the sound of the car arriving kept him quiet. Buck let him in first with an overly exaggerated sweep of his arm. Bucky settled into his seat with a laugh as Buck climbed in after him.

"Oh," Buck glanced down at his phone. His fingers tapped over the screen, but Bucky couldn't see who was texting him. "It's Curt."

"Really?" Bucky glanced down at his own phone checking his messages. Nothing from Curt.

"Yeah, he wants to know if you wanna go out tonight?" Buck frowns. "I'll tell him no."

"You know what?" Bucky shoves his phone back into his pocket. What better way to see the pair interact? "Let's do it. Paint the town red, right Buck?"

✨️

[tobysbliss]

tickletober day one— anticipation.

#augtickletober2023

ler!tubbo (he/him), lee!tommy (he/him) (CC’s)

I’ve been in this community since 2020, and made my blog in april of 2022. This is my first time ever participating in tickletober. 😭

In Tommy’s defense, he really did not think this would happen.

Sure, he believes in facing the consequences of your actions, but he didn’t think this would be his consequence.

Rewind a little. Tommy and Tubbo were doing an IRL stream together, and Tommy was just being a complete, total nuisance.

He’d make fun of Tubbo’s height (lightheartedly), randomly jump out and scream to scare Tubbo anytime he’d left for just a few minutes. Tommy spent half an hour just mimicking every word Tubbo said, either silently with his hand or aloud. Tubbo was surprised his eyes hadn’t rolled to the back of his head with how much he would roll his eyes at Tommy’s antics.

Tubbo had repeatedly told Tommy, “I’m going to murder you.” But Tommy would only laugh, seemingly not noticing the way Tubbo would smirk with a hint of mischief glistening in his eyes.

Now they were here, Tommy hiding under a bed—original, right?— and covering his mouth so his anticipatory giggles wouldn’t give him away.

“Oh, Tommy~” Tubbo dragged his name out with a teasing tone, and Tommy felt his face heat up. “Where are you~?” Tubbo’s footsteps were slow as he wanted to make Tommy wait. He opened any closed door he passed by, pretending to look before finally stopping in the doorway of the room Tommy was in. He watched as Tubbo slowly made his way to the bed. Tubbo grinned, “Tommy~ I only want to tickle you, man! You can’t possibly be afraid of a little tickling, just some wiggly fingers scribbling all over your stomach, squeezing your sides and drilling into your hips. You, the big man TommyInnit, afraid of some tickling? Hm~?”

..How on Earth can Tubbo be so teasy!?

Tommy’s heart skipped a beat, watching Tubbo take a final step and stopping right next to the bed he hid under before deciding to just sit on the bed. The anticipation was horrible. Tubbo went on to list exactly how he’ll tickle the blonde he “searched” for, knowing exactly what he’s doing, knowing that Tommy is entirely flustered out of his mind.

“Maybe I'll blow a few… no, a lot of, raspberries on your stomach while I squeeze and taser your sides. We both know that’s practically death for you! Or I could scribble into your underarms, and then vibrate my fingers when your arms come crashing down to inevitably trap my hands. Ooh, I could scribble on your knees, or on the backs of them? I’ll make sure to sit on your legs so you can’t kick, though. You’ll be trapped, unable to escape from me.” Tubbo teased, he could hear Tommy’s muffled, flustered giggles.

Tommy thought that he could escape, it’s worth a shot, right? He turned to face the opposite way as silently as he could, slowly beginning to move out from under the bed before feeling Tubbo grab onto his ankles and drag him out, quickly moving him over and pinning him to the carpeted floor. The brunette held his hands in the shapes of claws over Tommy’s sides, wiggling his fingers dangerously close to the boy.

Tommy swore he was going to die.

“Tuhubbo! Cohome ohohon!” The blonde whined, covering his squinted eyes with his arms.

“If you say so,” Tubbo grinned innocently, digging his fingers into Tommy’s sides, scribbling, squeezing, and tasering while he leaned down to blow raspberries all over Tommy’s stomach— just like he said he would.

Tommy’s screams rang throughout the house as Tubbo wrecked the blonde until he was practically begging for mercy.

[we-were-born-to-be-free]

Hi there! I’m new to your page but I’ll take anyone who writes for my husband (mr. Benjamin Barnes) Do you think maybe you could write something where the reader is a moon summoner and she/they have like a traumatic past them makes them hide it for years until she meets Aleksander and he finds out maybe? Idk that’s pretty specific but just a thought! Have a lovely day!

Little moon - A.M

A/N: I am so sorry this took forever. I just wasn't in the right headspace. Enjoy<3

" Why can't you do anything right you fucking bitch," screamed your father. "You're such a disappointment to us. We never wanted you in our lives, let alone for you to be Grisha! We're so glad you'll be leaving forever. Don't try to come back here ever again. Fucking disappointment," he spat as he slapped you again and kicked you hard. He slammed the door shut and all you could do was lay there and cry.

You woke up with a start, tears already streaming down your face from the nightmare. You sat on the edge of your bed, trying to control your breathing. You left that life long ago when you ran away from home. You'd had enough.

Now you were safe within the walls of the Little Palace. Within the arms of Aleksander. Your love. You weren't sleeping with him because he was extremely busy with the preparations for the Winter Fete.

You had gotten onto your feet before checking what the time was. It was 3.16. You knew you wouldn't be sleeping again.

You slipped your navy-blue silk gown on and made your way to the gardens. You took the long way around, making all the unnecessary turns and stops.

Once you had gotten to your bench, you find your seat taken by Aleksander. You went and sat down next to him, making yourself comfortable against him. "What's wrong lapushka? Can't sleep" He asked.

"Nightmare," you responded, voice muffled against his kefta.

He pulled you closer into him. "When you're ready to tell me more about these nightmares that plague you, darling, I'll be right here. We have all the time in the world," he joked.

You hadn't told him why you were always getting nightmares, just that you were traumatized in your childhood. He understood that you didn't want to mention it too much. You nodded before he kissed the top of your head softly.

"Come on my little moon, you have to get more rest before you meet the king and queen later."

"Mm," you hummed. You moved your hands away from Aleksander and started playing with your powers. You were able to summon moonlight. You were the first of your kind. Your parents weren't Grisha at all.

They hated them. No wonder they hated you just as much. You sat in a comfortable silence with Aleksander. When the sun rose, he kissed your forehead again before leaving to continue with his never-ending work.

Hours later, you were dressed in your midnight blue kefta, with silver embroidery. Your hair was elegantly pinned up by Genya. You were sitting beside Aleksander, with the king and queen.

You were picking at your food, not feeling very hungry. The King called upon you, to which you responded. "I see that you been made commander of the Etherealki. How are you finding it?"

"It has been a little bit of a struggle at first, moi tsar, but I am finding it easier now,"

"I doubt they will behave with a pathetic little girl running their group."

That struck a nerve.

"I mean I know I wouldn't. It is disappointing to see what this world has come to. Girls commanding Etherealki. Pathetic."

You were shocked. How could the King of Ravka, dare say that. He was meant to protect you, to guard you from the world. He was meant to be a father figure. Your hands started shaking and you felt like you couldn't breathe properly.

"Moi tsar, I am not feeling well. With your permission, m- may I retire to my room," you asked, trying to hide the tremble in your voice. He nodded and waved you away.

You were going to have a panic attack. You weren't a stranger to episodes like these, but being in a crowded area didn't help them.

You practically ran to your room, closing the door behind you. You shrugged off your kefta before falling to your knees. Images of your father flashed through your memory. You could hear his voice, telling you how worthless you are.

Your entire body was shaking as you hid your face behind your hands, wishing that his voice would go away. Meanwhile, Aleksander noticed that you were getting nervous, and after you had dashed out of the hall, he didn't bother to excuse himself before following you to your room.

He opened the door to find you crouched down beside your bed, head in your hands. You were sobbing uncontrollably, trying to get the image of your father out of your head.

Aleksander slowly approached your trembling frame. It broke his heart to see you, his little moon, in so much pain. "Milaya?"

You didn't respond, only digging your head deeper into your knees. "Darling," he asked again.

"Don't hurt me. Please. Not again," you whimpered.

"It's just me love. It's Aleksander. Y/N, look at me darling. Let me see those pretty eyes of yours," he cooed.

Once you heard Aleksander's voice, you slowly removed your hands from your face, eyes still shut tightly. "It's okay darling, you're safe. No one can hurt you here."

Your eyes opened to beautiful grey ones, filled with worry. "Hey love."

You jumped into his arms, stumbling as he caught you. You tried to control your breathing, but you just couldn't. You were taking in more air than you needed. Aleksander noticed this and said, "Deep breaths darling. Slowly."

He took a deep breath, demonstrating the action. As you breathed slowly, you hid your face in the crook of his neck, tears still pouring out of your eyes. He rubbed your back as you calmed down, listening to his words of encouragement.

"There you go darling. Feeling better," he asked.

You nodded, still holding onto him tightly. He carried you onto your bed while he tried to find comfortable clothes for you to wear. "Sasha," you asked quietly. "Will you please stay with me tonight?"

"Of course, my little moon," he replied bringing satin pyjamas for you to change into.

Once you had changed, Aleksander was waiting for you on the bed, shirtless with sweatpants . You had placed your head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, taking comfort in knowing that he was here with you.

Aleksander cleared his throat before asking, "Darling? Who hurt you?"

Your body tensed as you answered him. "It was my father, Sasha. He used to hit me, call me names and tell me how useless I am. I was a disappointment to him," you say. "I still am."

"No, love. Don't ever say that about yourself," he says as he wipes your cheeks with his thumbs. "You are perfect, just the way you are my darling. I love you, okay. You're going to make it out of this trauma. I'll help you, my little moon. I promise."

He seals his promise with a kiss to the top of your head.

"Sasha," you ask tentatively.

"Yes my little moon," he responded.

"Thank you. For everything," you yawn. "I love you."

"I love you too, my little moon. Sleep well."

"

[johnny-slaughter-me]

— “ 𝐎' 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡. ” | Leland McKinney x Female Reader.

Oneshot. High School AU. You and Leland are dating since the first year of high school. Spending the summer together before your senior year, one of your date nights ends up with a spicy treat.

Notes. English isn't my native language so typos and grammar issues are likely. I was listening to Don't Look Back In Anger by Oasis when writing this.

Warnings. This fic is nsfw, minors dni please.

Enjoy. I hope you enjoy the content. Much love, Cherry. 🍒

Leland and you are both native to Texas, growing up in the same town you both knew of each other but haven't really connected until high school. He became quite popular within freshman year, where he had managed to join the wrestling team and was not half bad at it either. But he had notice you before that. You shared science class, and during the first week you both opt to sit in the back sharing a desk. The butterflies in you made it hard to hide your blush whenever he'd talk to you, and he couldn't shake off the spark he felt whenever you paid any form of attention to him. After Leland found the courage to ask you out, he couldn't have had been any happier hearing you say yes. He won't forget how your eyes lit up and the pink glow that crept on your cheeks.

You were now enjoying the summer break before senior year. You couldn't believe how time had flown by. The Texas heat trying to make it into the living room, where you rest your head on Leland's lap, looking up at him, he started right down at you. He played with your hair while you two just talked about random things. "Hey beautiful" Leland whispered, "I don't have practice today, maybe we could spend some time at the community pool?" He then asked. "Sure babe!" You said. With how hot it was, the cold pool water sounded refreshing, "I'll go pack the bag, then we can stop by your house to get you some swimwear and change of clothes, how's that sound?" "It sounds great babe, thanks."

As you guys have gathered all the necessities from both Leland's home and yours, he drove you to the pool. You bounced between the radio stations until you landed on a song you liked, singing along. Leland gave you a small chuckle, before joining in on the karaoke session. The time you both spent in the pool was relaxing and refreshing. The cold water protected you from the burning sun and having Leland at your side was like a moon shining next to the stars. As the skies got darker you and Leland used the changing rooms and showers provided to get ready for some more exploring. He had offered to take you out to the diner for dinner, "but only if I get a milkshake for dessert" you cheekily said. "Yes maam! Anything for ma' lady". Leland replied with a wink, putting his arm around you and pulling you into him. As you he drove you home, you once again started jamming along to a song on the radio, Leland wasting no time joining in. Eventually he stopped the car in your driveway, "well princess, you are home and now I have to say goodbye." He said, a frown quickly followed. "Actually..." you started to say, a smirk forming on your lips as you remembered your parents had to leave for a trip out of town for a few days, "what is, Y/N? What is my princess plotting?" Leland asked, genuinely curious. "My parents aren't going to be home tonight so, you could stay the night! And then I won't have to be alone either!" You said, excitedly, "hmmm, you sure doll? I could tell my parents im spending the night with Sonny and he'll definitely cover for me, but I don't wanna make you uncomfortable." "No Leland, I want you to stay, please." You said. "Alrighty then."

You guys were cuddling on the couch, in pjs watching a movie. But you couldn't focus on it, the small circles he traced on your back just made you want him to touch more of you. "Getting tired? We can go to bed." Leland said noticing you weren't really watching the movie, truthfully he wasn't either. He was rubbing the smalls of your back the urge to kiss you all over. As the both of you entered the bedroom, you turned on your heel as Leland was shutting the door. "Leland I want you, I need you." You said and he just pulled you into a kiss. It was messy and passionate. His hands started to travel under you pajama camisole while your hands cupped his face to deepen the kiss. He slowly lifted up your shirt, breaking the kiss to remove it, "never thought you'd ask" Leland said and winked at you, causing you to giggle. He took no extra time stepping out of his own pajamas leaving himself in nothing but his boxers, you were already bare chested infront of him, he picked you up and carried you to the bed. Yanking your shorts and panties off before setting all of your body in the middle of your bed, Leland followed you. Now he was just as exposed as you were, crawled ontop of you. He started kissing you again, leaving you a peck on the lips, then your cheeks, than your neck. He continued to worked his way down your breasts, to your belly and to your thighs before he got to your lady part. You moaned louder as Leland started to eat you out, treating you as if you were the sweetest dessert he'd ever tasted, "mmmh yeahh babe" you moaned in pleasure. Throughout his eating you session he had started to introduce his fingers to your hole, pumping them in and out, sometimes only one sometimes two until you couldn't hold the pleasure anymore "come for me, Y/N" he whispered and you obeyed. You started to sit up as you were catching your breath, Leland, now fully hard, has knelt beside you and you change into position, your hand around his length playing with it before slowly taking it in your mouth. You sucked on him while his hands played with your head, every time trying to take more of him at once. Leland was a hot mess just moaning and grunting as felt the pleasure you were providing him. But before he came, he took himself out, "let me grab a rubber" he said and quickly went to the take one out of his wallet that was in the big pool bag in teh corner of the room, he put it on and saw you on four. He came up behind you and slowly inserted himself, you moaned at the feeling of him. He started slowly but worked his pace up, now just speeding in and out of you both of you are just a mess, moaning and grunting and mumbling words of affection as the pleasure you are experiencing is like being up in cloud nine. You feel yourself cumming once again, thanking him as you finish, Leland finishing shortly after.

He offered to help you clean up and you eventually end up back in your pajamas, curled up together. Snoozing the night away.

[liviavanrouge]

Watching her Grow

"I'll blow up into smithereens"

Lilia: *Yawns, holding a newborn baby* Come on, Livy...

Livia: *Wails, her tail puffed up*

Lilia: Does poor baby have a stomach ache?

Livia: *Sniffles as he placed his hand on her stomach gently rubbing it*

Lilia: Oh, your tummy aches, don't worry Papa's got you...

Livia: *Yawns, falling asleep*

Lilia: There you go

"And spew my tiny symphony"

Livia(6 months): *Wobbles and rolls over onto her side*

Lilia: *Laughs* You'll get it! Come on, crawl to Papa!

Thea: *Helps Livia up, smiling* Go to Papa, hon

Lilia: Come here Livy, we gotta practice more before your siblings steal all the attention~~

Livia: *Babbles, wobbling as she crawled towards him but rolled over onto her back*

Lilia: *Laughs as the baby wailed, picking her up* It's alright! You're gonna learn to crawl!

???: Da!!

Lilia: *Chuckles, handing Livia to Thea* Uh oh, the others are up!

Livia: *Clings to Thea, falling asleep*

"All up and down a city street"

Livia(1): *Stares at Lilia then grabs a stool, standing up*

Lilia: AH MARIA!

Maria(2): *Hides behind Thea, giggling*

Lilia: Cheeky, cheeky~

Golden(3): *Sits with Silver sleeping against him* Da!

Lilia: *Perks up and turns around* Huh...

Livia: *Walks towards Lilia, beaming as she reached for him*

Lilia: *Beams, kneeling down, holding his hands out* COME HERE LIVY!

Livia: *Beams and falls forward, Lilia catching her* Baba!!

Lilia: *Laughs, hugging her* You did it! You reached Baba!

Thea: *Chuckles, cleaning Shadows cheek with her dress*

"While tryna put my mind at ease"

Livia(2): *Sits in Lilia's lap, staring at the book in his hands*

Lilia: *Chuckles* Our Livia is gonna grow up to love books!

Thea: *Chuckles in amusement* Oh dear, better get started on collecting books then

Lilia: *Chuckles looking at his wife* Gonna have to get a lot of them!

Thea: *Huffs, her hands on her hips* Oh hon!

Livia: Book! Book!

Lilia: Okay, Baba's gonna read the book!

"Like finishing this melody"

Silver(5): *Holds Livia's hand, walking beside her*

Livia(4): *Walks after him, a cast around her knee*

Lilia: Silver, what did I say? Livia can't be walking around like this...

Thea: *Sighs* No doubt Shadow encouraged this

Lilia: SHADOW!! Get your tail in here!

Livia: *Sits on a stool, Thea fixing her cast as Lilia scolded Shadow*

"This feels like a necessity"

Livia(6): *Lays on her stomach, kicking her feet as she read a book*

Sebek(6): What's that about, Livia!!?

Livia: Sebek..too loud, my ears..

Sebek: Ah, sorry...

Sebek: What's the book about?

Livia: A dragon who falls in love with a princess!

Sebek: Can I read too?

Livia: Of course!

"So this could be the death of me"

Livia(8): *Jumps on Malleus beaming* MAL MAL!!

Malleus: *Flinches in surprise, Livia pressing a kiss to his cheek* I will never get used to you doing that

Livia: *Giggles, beaming at him*

Malleus: *Chuckles* Be careful next time

Livia: *Beams* Sorry!

Malleus: *Sighs, smiling at her* Eat your lemon tarts

Livia: Thank you!

"Or maybe just a better me"

Livia(11): *Walks through her private library Malleus got her* Not here either

Sebek(11): *Looks at Livia as she rounded the corner, a book in hand*

Livia: AHHHHH! SEBEK!?

Sebek: I DIDN'T MEAN TO FRIGHTEN YOU!

Livia: *Touches her chest sighing* How'd you get in? There's a magic lock on the door!

Sebek: No there wasn't

Livia: Mal Mal placed it there himself! There was!

Sebek: Oh...the door was wide open

Livia: *Frowns, narrowing her eyes* ....the annoying senate...

"Now, come in with the timpanis"

Livia(12): *Frowns, her arms crossed over her chest*

Silver(13): What's the matter

Livia: What's Night Raven Collage?

Silver: An all boys school, place you should stay away from.

Livia: Eh?

Silver: Boys are bad.

Livia: You're a boy...

Silver: I'm an exception, I'm your brother.

Livia: I don't think that counts

Lilia: YES IT DOES!

Silver and Livia: *Laughs, smiling* Papa/Father!

"And take a shot of Hennessy"

Livia(13): *Eats her chocolate mousse, sitting across from Maleficia*

Maleficia: Your debut is gonna be held soon

Livia: *Beams, ignoring the senate's eyes on her* Oh yeah! I keep forgetting!

Maleficia: What would you like for your birthday?

Livia: It's uh....private...

Maleficia: *Beckons her over*

Livia: *Stands up and hurries over, leaning down*

Maleficia: *Perks up as Livia whispered the request into her ear*

Livia: I know it's silly!

Maleficia: That can be handled

Livia: *Stares then beams* THANK YOU GRAN GRAN!

Maleficia: Yes, yes, you're welcome

"I know I'm not there mentally"

Livia(14): *Beams, having a picture painted for her birthday*

Maleficia: *Stands beside Livia, smiling slightly*

Livia: *Beams, holding her parasol over their heads*

Painter: Finished! *Turns the painting around*

Maleficia: Beastie?

Livia: I love it! Papa said I'm gonna attend another school, so I'm gonna take this with me!

Maleficia: *Smiles, patting her head* Glad I could be of help

"But you could be the remedy"

Livia(16): *Laughs, walking with Kalim and Azul* That's silly!

Azul: *Chuckles* Floyd's silliness is handy at times

Kalim: *Beams, laughing* Yeah!

Livia: Wanna get permission to head down to the port?

Kalim: YES!

Azul: That sounds relaxing

Livia: Alright! Let's go then

Azul: *Grabs Livia's tail when she offered it to him*

Kalim: *Runs off cheering*

Livia: *Runs after him, pulling Azul after her so he can keep up* LET'S GO!!

"So let me play my violin for you"

Livia(17): *Stares at the applauding crowd, a crown on her head*

Malleus: *Holds his hand up* My heir, Livia Vanrouge, approved by both me and the queen!

Cater: *Laughs, taking photos* That's our girl!

Livia: *Looks at the senate and grins*

Lilia: Haha...she's still gonna mock and bully the senate though

Nilo: Good.

Lilia: *Stares at Livia, clapping* She's grown well...

@anxious-twisted-vampire @yukii0nna @writing-heiress

[thewritingofspencerrose]

What She Doesn't Know

as promised, the next piece of the maggie & trevor saga 🫶

anything past the line that is italic is in the form of a hockey announcement :)

The first thing Jack can here when he picks up the call is her sob, and that's already too much.

The last time he heard her cry like this- he can't even remember when.

"Mags, what's wrong?"

Her breathing is rapid, words hardly capable of making their ways out of her mouth.

"I think he's seeing someone else."

"We're on our way."

"And welcome to tonight match up of the visiting Vancouver Canucks and your ANAHEIM DUCKS!"

It's the knocking on the door that wakes me up.

Or maybe it's the sound of my phone ringing.

Either way, they're the indications I need that my brothers are just a moment away, which is enough to prompt me from my bundle of blankets on the couch, where I've been most of my week off, the boys away.

It's as I open the door that I realize that maybe I shouldn't have called my brothers, because seeing the look on Jack and Luke's faces at the sight of me makes me want to curl back up and hide away.

"Oh, Mags," Jack mumbles, his entire tone disheartened as he pulls me into his arms and into the apartment, Lu closing the door behind us, the boys duffle bags in hand. Well, until they're on the dining table.

"Hey, you're hogging her," Lu grumbles, pulling me out of Jack's arms and into his own. "How're you doing?"

"You mean other than being sure that my boyfriend I've just moved in with is seeing someone else?" The question is sarcastic, and bitter, but I've earned myself some leeway here.

Jack's leading me to the couch now, sitting down beside me as Luke takes my other. "You said that on the phone, but why do you think Trev is seeing someone else?" He's pulling me into his side like when we were kids, Luke taking a pillow and placing it on my lap, laying himself across me like he's not a giant but simply still my little brother.

"He's been distant, and I know it's to be expected that we would need time to adjust to living together, but when i walk up at work he changes the conversation, if he even lets me get that close to him. And he's been coming home later and later even when he doesn't have practice, and I'll ask Jamie where he's disappeared to Jamie doesn't know. And he won't answer my calls or texts for ours at a time which yeah, I get it we're both busy but we work together for God's sake! I shouldn't be seeing the other boys more than my own boyfriend. I shouldn't be waking up and falling asleep with him gone," I'm rambling, it's word vomit, a month's worth of insecurities spilling out of my mouth and for my brother's to see.

But neither responds, both processing everything I've said.

It takes them what feels like forever, but is probably only five minutes before their's a response from my twin.

"I'm going to kick Trev's ass."

"OH! And look at that hit from Captain Quinn Hughes from the Canucks! Very abnormal to see a hit like that from him."

"Must be some trouble between the in-laws John, that hit was to Trevor Zegras who is very publicly dating Hughes younger sister and Ducks sports nurse, Margaret."

"Hughes happens to be miked for the night, let's see what was said."

"What the fuck Quinn!"

"That is for Mags, jackass."

"I would definitely say, that was personal, John."

I wasn't expecting the next person through the apartment door to be Quinn, I had forgotten he was in town for a game at all with the other two showing up. But he's to me and pulling me into a hug before I can really fully process what's happening and who's barged their way in.

It had been quiet before the door had been slammed open, but I can feel my head quieting in the arms of my big brother.

Everything gets loud again, though, when Jamie walks in, a fuming Trevor hot on his trail.

"Dude, what the fuck was that!" Oh God.

"I was just playing defense, you know, my job," Quinn bites back sarcastically, tucking me behind him.

That's not the right thing to say, Trevor only seeming to get angrier. "Doing your job? You tossed me every chance got!"

"Well maybe that's what you get for sneaking around on our sister," Luke's the one to grumble, and you can tell he didn't intend it to be heard, but it is and it freezes everything in the room.

"What did you just say?" Trev's not angry anymore, his voice in quiet confusion before his eyes meet mine. "You think I'm cheating on you?"

"I-"

"Why would you think that?!"

"Let her talk," Jack's standing now, moving between where Trev's dropping his bag and where Quinn stands with me.

"What are you even doing here?"

"I called them," I mumble in answer, "I needed my brothers."

"Because you think I'm cheating on you?" Trevor is getting more insecure by the moment, I can tell in his body language.

Why is he getting insecure?

"You- you've just been absent lately. And avoiding me. And -" He's taking steps towards me, and all I want is just to be pulled into his arms.

"And you don't have to continue," He's cutting me off, looking at my human-barrier. "You guys can move. I'll let quick throw me again if this doesn't turn out in a way you approve of." The boys hesitate, but a tap on their shoulders has them relenting and plopping down in age order on the couch, Jamie taking a seat in the arm chair.

And it's just Trev and I, standing in the middle of the room.

His eyes are honest, and as he pulls me closer by my hips I can smell his shampoo from his post-game shower.

"Baby, I'm not seeing anyone else, and I'm sorry that I gave you so many reasons to think I was."

"It's really not - "

"Shh," he's interrupting. "I'm sorry that I've been suspicious and distant, but I knew that if you were around I'd ruin the surprise of it all."

"Surprise of it all?" I have no idea what he's talking about.

"All my phone calls I've been taking in other rooms, not telling you anything about? Have been with Ava. My little sister," He tells, and from the corner of my eye I can see Jamie shift, anticipating something.

"Why would you be talking to Aves in secret? You know I love her?"

"Because she's been helping me plan my proposal."

"SHE WHAT?"

YOUR WHAT?"

TREVOR WHAT THE FUCK?"

Yeah, my brother's have pretty much summed up my internal thoughts.

"I- You're proposal?" I can't help but question with a disbelieving sigh, his fingers gripping tighter to my hips.

"My proposal, that I've been planning since before you moved in. It just got a lot harder to hide with you here, and I clearly didn't handle it the right way if you're thinking I'd ever even think about someone else."

The smile that comes to my face is nearly painful, and I think I'm physically buzzing with joy as I turn to my brothers who are still sitting in shock.

"Oh my God, you want to marry me?"

He's chuckling, no insecurity or rage in sight. "Have the ring and everything."

"Trevor, oh my God, I'm so sorry," He won't let me pull away, but now the guilt is eating me alive. "You want to marry me and I thought you were cheating."

"And had every reason to, especially with all the gossip pages lately," He's giving me an out I'm not sure how to accept.

"So, when are you going to ask me?" I can't help to ask, wiggling about.

"Not tonight, I've got plans, woman," There's my golden retriever boy. "And you didn't even give me enough time to ask these loser first. I've only gotten to ask Jim."

"Our DAD knows about this and you're still alive?" Luke's asking the right questions, although his eyes are wild and he looks like he might throw up.

Trev's nodding, smirking at my three brothers. "Jamie was surprised too."

"You knew!" I can't help but yell at our best friend, him chuckling brightly.

"Of course I knew, Ava lives too far away, I had to be to inside man around here."

"Hey," Trev's pulling my attention back, "We're ok?"

"We're more than okay," I can't help the giggle that escapes my lips as I lean forward to kiss his. "I'm going to be Mrs. Zegras one day."

[theroyalthrones]

Behind the Scenes | Various Locations | Alland, Romagna, Orillia

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FRANCESCA ORTEGA Lucian? He's still asleep, he doesn't hear. Maybe have this slide be the sun coming in from the windows. FRANCESCA ORTEGA Luc?

LUCIAN CRIMSON ...Mmm?

FRANCESCA ORTEGA Why haven't you asked me?

2 LUCIAN CRIMSON What?

FRANCESCA ORTEGA The Winter's Gala for the College of Arts. I wanted to go.

LUCIAN CRIMSON Can't we just stay here? It's comfortable... And you're soft...

FRANCESCA ORTEGA ... Are you ashamed of me?

He get's up, he's more awake now

3LUCIAN CRIMSON How could you think that?

FRANCESCA ORTEGA I don't know, maybe it's because all we do is hide in here.

LUCIAN CRIMSON I can't complain

He's on the ground putting on his pants

FRANCESCA ORTEGA Well I can! I'm sorry I'm not some plastic heiress like all the girls you've been with befor-

LUCIAN CRIMSON That's not what I want anyway, Cesca. I want you.

FRANCESCA ORTEGA Then take me to the dance.

He kisses her

LUCIAN CRIMSON I'm sorry, I can't. I have my reasons, trust me. FRANCESCA ORTEGA ...

LUCIAN CRIMSON I'll make it up to you, promise? I'm late to practice, Nic is going to kill me. This is where their kid is probably conceived.

Now they're back in the present. Their in a swanky restuarant. Francesca arrives, the host leads her

FRANCESCA ORTEGA I'm meeting someone, he should be here already.

HOST Right this way. In the back room, Lucian is at the table. He gets up and kisses her cheek. Sitting down, he takes her hand in his. LUCIAN CRIMSON Call me crazy, but I've been thinking. FRANCESCA ORTEGA Oh no, I'm scared.

LUCIAN CRIMSON What if we arrived to our dates together instead of separately.Or Walked in public, with no disguises?

FRANCESCA ORTEGA (mocking sarcasm) I have to lock you up, Luc. That's the craziest thing ever. I'm sure absolutely no one does it. LUCIAN CRIMSON (chuckles) But we don't. She takes her hand back. FRANCESCA ORTEGA You know why, absolutely nothing about you is mundane.

LUCIAN CRIMSON Is there a scale to mundanity? I'm just a Man, Cesca. I could tr-

FRANCESCA ORTEGA Oh please, Luc. That is never in the cards for us. People would talk.

FRANCESCA ORTEGA It wouldn't be good.

LUCIAN CRIMSON People are always talking, Francesca. I'm done letting that effect my life. We've wasted too much time.

LUCIAN CRIMSON I don't want to waste more.

FRANCESCA ORTEGA ...

They leave the restuarant.

LUCIAN CRIMSON We're really doing this again?

FRANCESCA ORTEGA (Sighs) I'll see you at the car.

She sits alone in the dark restuarant room. Sadly. They Drive home silently in the back of a limo. At her apartment, she gets out. But Lucian Grabs her hand

FRANCESCA ORTEGA Lucian! (whisper shout) Someone'll see! LUCIAN CRIMSON (Laughs) Goodnight, Cesca.

FRANCESCA ORTEGA Hurry, Lucian!

[littleavengerfics]

Can I request a Kate bishop x little male reader where the reader wants to be her little and bf but after he saw how she is around yelena he starts to become distant till one day he leaves without saying anything but Kate and yelena look for him and once they find him they make sure to never let him out of their sight (sorry if this is really vague) thx

could it also be with the prompt I will always be here to protect you..

I'm sorry for how long this took, life got crazy. 

Driven away (Male y/n x Kate x yelena)

I met Kate almost a year ago and it took me a while to admit but I definitely liked her a lot. I eventually got enough courage to ask her out, but it didn't go exactly as I thought it would.

"Hey Kate, can I talk to you about something?" She stopped what she was doing and looked up at me with a smile. "Yeah sure." She smiled, pausing the tv and moving up so I could sit next to her.

“So I just wanted to say thanks for letting me stay here, and I hope nothing changes if you don’t feel the same because it’s alright, but I like you, a lot.” She seemed completely taken aback which made me panic that she didn’t feel the same, I knew I shouldn’t have said anything to her. “Sorry you can forget I said anything.” I went to stand up but she pulled me back. “I like you too y/n.” She smiled softly. “I’m sorry it’s just not what I was expecting, I was figuring out a way to tell you but now, I don’t have to.”

“So I guess we are dating now?” I said still in disbelief, “yeah, we can turn our friends dinner into a date tonight if you want?'' Kate offered, eating a piece of popcorn. "If you give me some of that popcorn then yes." I smirked. "Okay but you have to catch it this time." She lined up her shot a few times before throwing a piece in my direction only this time it hit me straight in the eye. "Kate! You're supposed to be an archer! How do you have such a bad aim?" I chuckled, throwing it back at her.

"Maybe I just wanted it to hit you, okay that was a practice, you'll get it this time." She said lining up her shot again this time it landed perfectly in my mouth. "Okay now I've worked for it." I leaned forward, snatching a handful of popcorn. "Thanks." I grinned at her stunned face. "Oh that's how we're playing now?" She chuckled, throwing another at me. "Yeah." I smirked before throwing the handful at her.

"Hey! I'm gonna go eat my popcorn in peace." She frowned, walking off before "tripping" and throwing the bowl on me and bursting out laughing. "Oh I hate you so much." I chuckled, dusting it all off. "You are clearing this up after I kill you."

"Wait, you got popcorn in your hair." She said before putting the bowl on my head and running away. "Kate!" I yelled running after her. "I have to get ready for tonight." She excused slamming the bathroom door and locking it behind her.

I chuckled to myself before leaving to get a shower as well. After 30 minutes we were both ready. "You look really beautiful." I smiled looking her up and down. "Thank you, these are my favorite pajamas." she chuckled, I let out a cough and gestured to my matching outfit. "Oh yeah you look good too." I smiled before running and jumping on the couch. "Okay, I'm picking the first movie, and I'll order us some pizza." I stated, pulling out my phone, "Okay but I am choosing the next one." She sighed sitting next to me. “Fine by me.”

We had dated for a few months and everything was going great. I'd regress whenever she left to go fight bad guys or annoy Clint then when she came back we’d eat dinner and watch a movie or three then go to bed. It became a routine, I started regressing even more and while I was anxious she would find out the other half of me kinda hoped she would in the case that maybe she would be okay with it and be my caregiver, those feelings only doubled when she walked in on me stuck in my headspace.

I knew she would be coming home soon so I had to hide my teddy bear and comfort items but not having them and being stuck in a small headspace just made me upset. I tried just sitting and watching tv with my blanket, what could be suspicious about having a blanket wrapped around you when you’re watching a movie? 

But it didn’t bring me as much comfort as I had hoped and I started to cry. 

“Hey babe! I am home!” Kate exclaimed walking in, as soon as she saw me her face dropped. “Baby what happened, are you okay?” I shook my head no and she frowned sitting next to me. Do you wanna talk about it or just cuddle? Or both?” I held out my arms and she nodded. “Okay hang on.” She took the blanket off me for a second which didn’t help my mood but she laid on the couch and opened her arms. “Come here baby.” 

I laid down with my head on her chest as she played with my hair. “Do you want to talk about it? I’m here if you do.” I shook my head, feeling her stop running her hands through my hair for a second to lay the blanket over us. “That’s okay, we can stay like this as long as you need.” She kissed the top of my head before playing with my hair again, this time rubbing my back at the same time. I could feel myself start to calm down, I felt completely safe with her, she didn’t care that I stayed there for the rest of the night, she got her friend Yelena to drop off food, put on a movie then we fell asleep for a while. 

“Hey bishop! I got pizza, because it’s all I have seen you eat so I didn’t know what you like. oh that is disgusting.” She frowned, covering her eyes. “Yelena, we’re just cuddling because y/n was sad.” Yelena sighed with relief putting her hands back down. “Okay, I thought it was something else, I just saw the blanket. Sorry, why is he sad?” 

“I don’t know, he doesn’t want to talk about it but it doesn’t matter anyway, I’m getting all the cuddles I want so it’s good.” 

“Can I sleep here tonight? And for a week more than that” Yelena asked before heading to the kitchen to make herself mac and cheese. “Y/n why don’t we share a room then we can keep the spare room for when yelena comes over. If that’s okay?” I did sleep more in kates room anyway, I only hid in that room when I regressed to save time before she found me but I could find another way. Yelena is kate’s friend after all and she did let me stay here first. “Okay.”

“Thank you baby.” Kate smiled, kissing the top of my head. “Yeah thank you y/n, do you want some macaroni?” Yelena asked, holding out the pot, “no thank you, we’re good with pizza.” Kate answered for me, making us chuckle. “Okay you’re missing out on my delicious macaroni but okay.”

I wasn’t feeling so little anymore, if anything I was just tired, so I decided to get ready for bed. “Babe I’m gonna go get the spare room ready for yelena then I will head to bed, I’m kind of tired.” I smiled getting up, “okay, goodnight Y/n.” Kate replied before focusing her attention back to the movie.

When I woke the next morning, well afternoon, Kate wasn’t next to me, I walked out to find her asleep on the couch, somehow she stayed asleep even with the sound of clattering from the kitchen that I could only assume was yelena. 

“Hello y/n, good morning. You sleep a lot, although bishop does too. She's been asleep for like seven hours already. 

I frowned slightly, it was 12pm, Kate would have gone to bed at 5am, a fact that I couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed to hear. After all she promised she would come to bed once her movie had finished yet she had stayed up with yelena all night. I shook off my disappointment before leaving the apartment for the day. 

Things like this happened for weeks and I began to get even more tired of it. When I arrived back home late one day they were both gone, when I texted Kate she told me they went to go see the christmas tree and if I wanted I could join but I told them it was fine. I decided to take the time to be little for a while before falling asleep in my room.

Kate woke me up the next morning, “hey baby, me and yelena are gonna go get some breakfast. Do you want to come or should I bring you something back?” I rubbed my eyes and sat up, I realized I was still cuddling my teddy bear from the night before." I threw it aside and prepared for her to get mad or call me names, that was the usual response people had, I was still feeling kind of little and soon my eyes were getting blurry with tears. Kate didn’t say anything but she sat down on the bed and rubbed my arm. "Babe, why are you getting upset? It's just a teddy bear." She said softly and I frowned. "You don't think I'm stupid?"

“Of course not, you know I love you no matter what. Who’s your friend?” She asked picking up the stuffed animal I had next to me. 

“That's ted. I've had him since I was a toddler.” Kate smiled. “Nice to meet you Ted. Do you and y/n want to come to breakfast with me and Yelena or do you want to stay here?” She asked, looking at me. “We're gonna stay. I'm kinda tired.” I said, taking him back. “Okay babe, I will see you later.” She smiled, kissing the top of my head and leaving with the russian. 

I had decided on watching Tv so I went to the living room where I must have fallen asleep again. Whenever I was little I always fell asleep so easily. 

"Hey y/n!"  "Hey baby!" I heard the women call out, waking me in the process. I whined sitting up. "Hey my little sleepyhead." Kate smiled, kissing my cheek and sitting down next to me. "Here's your breakfast. I forgot to ask what you wanted so I just got your favorite."

"Thanks Kate." I smiled. "No problem."

"You wanna watch a movie with me?" I asked pointing to the tv, it was my favorite movie and I was really hoping she would say yes.

"Oh, Sorry y/n we have plans today. You can come with us if you want? But we won't be back until dinner." I could feel my eyes filling with tears. "I'm sorry baby, please don't cry." Kate whispered softly.

"You Americans are so sensitive, its funny." Yelena chuckled but it only made me cry more, I ran out of the room and climbed into bed with my teddy.

I heard kate knock on the door before entering. "Baby I am sorry. I already had plans with Yelena. And she didn't mean to be rude, it's just how she is. Can I do anything to cheer you up?"

I wanted to tell her to stay but instead I just shook my head. "Okay, I have to go now but can you at least eat some more breakfast?" She asked, putting it on the bedside table. "I love you baby." She whispered before leaving the room. 

I laid in bed and sobbed till I fell asleep. When I woke up it was lunch time, I wasn't hungry so I decided to watch movies till they got back. When I heard her keys in the door I turned off the tv and ran to the bedroom. I didn't want to see her right now, it may be childish but I climbed into bed and pretended to be asleep.

She didn’t even come to look for me so I just stayed in bed on my phone for a few hours until she eventually walked in. “Baby? Are you okay?” I nodded, turning away from her, making her sigh. “Me and yelena are gonna watch another movie if you want to join.” I shook my head hiding under the blanket. “Okay, well if you change your mind you can join us.” She said disappointedly, leaving the room.

It continued on like this for weeks, she even forgot our date night, then the one we rescheduled all because she was out with Yelena everyday now. I knew she was allowed friends and I didn’t want to come between them but I couldn’t help but feel a little rejected. I had finally had enough when I woke up one morning and found Yelena and Kate asleep on the couch together. I was sick of feeling so replaceable so I left without saying anything or even a text. I went shopping for a few hours then kept walking for a while until I got tired and sat down on a random bench. 

I turned my phone back on to listen to some music and saw I had over 20 missed calls from both Kate and Yelena, along with a ton of texts that ranged from Yelena saying she would track my phone to Kate begging me to call her back. Before I could think it through I pressed call back and waited for it to ring, Kate answered almost immediately. “Baby! Where are you?” The panic in her voice made me want to cry, I shouldn’t have left it this long. “I sorry.” I was dropping fast and regretting every decision I had made, I just wanted to be back with kate. “It’s okay baby, can you tell me where you are?”

“Tree.” I hiccuped through my sobs, “He’s at the big christmas tree.” I heard Yelena say in the background. “But that’s where we are." I looked around hopefully before I spotted yelena running towards me. "Lena!" I yelled and she finally saw me. Kate was following behind and she ran and gave me a hug. "Baby! We were so worried about you." She kissed my head a bunch of times, making me giggle. 

"Why did you leave?" Kate asked, lifting my chin. "Katie loved Lena more an it makes me sad." Yelena gives me a confused look. "You are a little?" I look at the floor and nod in shame but Kate lifts my chin again. "I'm sorry baby, I will never let you feel that way again, from now on I'm not letting you out of my sight." 

"Hey kiddo, what if we go get you some ice cream to say sorry? And we can go home and watch all the movies you want." I nodded excitedly, wiping my tears. "Okay let's go home." Kate smiled, grabbing my hand. 

"Tanks for saving me mommy." Kate smiled down at me. "Of course baby. I will always be here to protect you." 

[bittercoffeeonmykeyboard]

10th Doctor x OC, College AU, Professor x Recent Graduate

word count: 921

Halcyon swirled her drink around with a rhythmic motion of her wrist. The cocktail was purple and fruity, easy to drink. Which explains how she found herself halfway through her second, and debating a third as she rambled on and on, forgetting her words seconds after they left her mouth. I mean, could she blame herself? The Doctor was sitting right next to her and she was fixed with the full glow of his attention.

"-And really, writing my paper was almost a breeze because I was so invested in the topic, and isn't that just the best? The sparks you get tying the strings together and ending up with a complete picture, and you understand something you loved to a deeper degree than before!" She sucked in a breath "I'm sorry, I kinda got carried away. Where did I even start?" Halcyon let out a breathy giggle, and hoped it didn't come out nervous.

She matched his gaze for a moment. His eyes were warm, the yellowed lighting in the bar enhancing how soft his expression was. Halcyon felt her face warm, and darted her eyes back down to her drink as she tucked some of her hair behind her ear. She hoped whatever blush was rising could be excused by the alcohol in her system. She also hoped her face hadn't been betraying her the whole night. God, if she was making moon eyes at the Doctor the whole night and he noticed, she might as well just pack up and move across the country. She'd practically die of embarrassment.

Too bad she was horrible at hiding it.

It really, really did not help that they were paired off to the side together at the very end of the bar counter. The Doctor was at the very end, while Halcyon sat between him and any of the other professors and graduates celebrating that night. The person directly to her left had his back to the two of them, chatting animatedly with someone else over yonder.

It almost felt private, that little corner. Dare she say... intimate?

No. absolutely not.

And yet, The Doctor fixed her with his entire focus. His eyes never left her as she had talked his ear off. He laughed at her quips, and held rapt attention to each anecdote. Maybe...?

NO! He was OFF LIMITS!

But... She did just graduate... and she only had him for two classes...

Is it really that bad if she finally let herself indulge in this silly little big crush? Halcyon sipped her drink absentmindedly, eyebrows pinched.

"Ah, I think we started on the topic of favorite breakfast foods. But the journey was quite fun." He bumped his knee against hers underneath the bar. "You all right? You got really quiet there." It was his turn for his eyebrows to pinch.

"Yeah no I'm good! Sorry about that. Just... thinking" She paused, and huffed and laugh. "Inside my head this time."

"Well, don't keep it all up in there" He gave a gentle tap to Halcyon's temple. The touch felt like a spark. "I like hearing your thoughts." He smiled, and... was that a wink?

A surprised 'Hm!' left her throat, but Halcyon leaned into it. She leaned closer to the Doctor, just getting inside his space a small, but noticeable amount. Their eyes locked. "Is that so? You can hear my thoughts any time you'd like, then." She held there, with bated breath.

She saw as his eyes darted between hers. She also saw as they darkened, ever so slightly. He gazed back with an eyebrow raised, challenging. Halcyon held her gaze, and tilted her head slightly, not backing down. She'd talked herself into this gamble, and she was going to see it through. The Doctor leaned as well, just a bit, as he replied, "I'll have to take you up on that offer then. Coffee? My place? Saturday?"

Butterflies and lightning erupted in Halcyon's chest. her face split into a brilliant grin, worthy of the sun. "I look forward to it!" she tried not to sound too excited, but with every inch of her body buzzing with "i have a chance, i have a chance!" it was practically impossible. She bit her lip, still smiling. God, she felt so giddy! "I hope i get to hear your thoughts as well, Doctor."

He chuckled, "I'm full of them, I'd be happy to share." His knee brushed against hers again under the table, but this time it stayed there, a gentle warmth to match the one raging in her chest.

Halcyon scribbled down her number on a bar napkin and slid it over to him, "So you can text me your address... for coffee." his fingers grazed hers as he took it, gazed at it, and then tucked it gently into the inside pocket of his suit coat. A slow, warm smile grew on his lips and was matched by his eyes.

She finished off the rest of her drink, but Halcyon knew the alcohol couldn't even compete with the affection she felt warming her chest. It was a good night, a very good night indeed.

anyways. this is WIP drabble. i wanted to write tonight, my usual program wasnt working so straight into tumblr it went. i wanted to get a version of it out. I'll probably edit or rewrite it into a small series, or a bigger one shot. it was all based on a dream i had, and i keep thinking about !!! this is basically a college au of a different long fic i started writing forever ago. so. i hope you enjoyed the drabble withour much context lol.

post dividers by @cafekitsune! these ones are so cute and perfect for the vibe of this one i think