#mister heartthrob over here

[illiana-mystery]

Mr. Steal Your Heart

[donniesbabygirl28]

Dallas Winston x single mom reader! (So cute) (should I make this a series?)

Backstory- you were 14, you were NOT ready to have a child. But however your ex boyfriend was a pushy little fucker and insisted that you went all the way with him. He left when he figured out that you were pregnant, leaving you alone with a child, inexperienced. You lived in Tulsa. But you never knew the gang. You are now 17 with your 4 year old daughter, ally. She is beautiful, she looks nothing like her father, she looks just like you, she has the most beautiful eyes and the sweetest smile that will make her a total heartthrob when she hits puberty. What can I say. She takes after you.

You met Two-bit years ago. When you were in elementary school. You were best friends, he was like a brother to you. Until you had to move away.

When you moved back to Tulsa, you saw him again. You were at the nightly double watching a movie, feeding your daughter popcorn until you saw a familiar face.

Two was sitting next to you. You looked over and didn’t think anything of it. Throughout the movie, he asked you if you had a lighter.

“No. Sorry.”

He smiled at you. That smile. There was something about it.

“Ah. Don’t worry about it. I’m two-bit.” He said with his hand out.

You paused. And looked at him once again.

“…Keith?”

“Um..yeah. That’s my name. How’d you know?”

“Oh uh..I’m y/n..” you said a little quietly.

His eyes widened and he gasped.

“Oh my god! Y/n?! Like.. Y/n L/n?!” He said feeling your face.

He was still as goofy as ever.

“Yep.” You said smiling.

You introduced him to Ally

“Hii! Are you the boy my mom told me about?” She hugged him.

“I sure hope so.” He said, hugging her back.

You and Two talked all night. He was funny, just like you. He was like you in all the ways.

He took you back to meet the gang. Two-bit loves your daughter, he has a little sister so he’s very good with kids, he’s a big kid at heart himself.

The last person you met was Dallas. Boy was he cute. He walked into the door and saw you. His heart stopped for a moment. He snapped out of his trance.

“Hey. Who’s the girl?” He asked Two.

“Oh. This is y/n. The childhood friend I told you guys about? She’s very pretty ain’t she?”

You smiled at his compliment. Dallas looked at you and smiled.

“Yeah. Very pretty.” You could feel yourself blushing.

“This is Dallas, we call him dally sometimes.” Two introduced you to Dallas.

“Nice to meet you.” You said, sticking out your hand, which he shakes.

“This is her daughter, Ally.”

“Daughter?” He asked in shock.

You knew this would happen. You can’t ever make friends being a single mom, can you?

“Yeah..” you said lowly, not really proud of it. But you love your daughter.

“Hi!” She waved at dally.

Dallas hated kids. But she was just so cute and sweet. He couldn’t help but smile.

“Hi, doll.” She giggled at him and hugged his leg.

“I like your hair, mister!” He did have very nice hair.

“Uhh..thank you, I like yours.” She smiled at him.

Two was kinda in shock at Dallas being so kind to a child. Or at least trying to be.

“Sorry.” You say, picking her up, which she whines at you.

“Heyyy.. I was having a conversation, mommy!”

“I know honey but we need to leave the nice boy alone. Okay?”

She pouts at you and leans her head of your shoulder.

“Ok..” she sniffles.

Dallas just smiled at her.

“I have to go back to Buck’s. He needs me to help him move some furniture around.” Dallas waved bye to everybody and walked out the door.

“Do you live around here?” Two asked you, kindly.

You frowned and shook your head. “I don’t have a home right now. I’m trying to find somewhere cheap.”

Darry stepped in. “Well you can stay with us as long as you need.” He smiled.

You shook your head. “No it’s fine, really. I don’t want to be a burden.” You laughed.

He smiled and continued. “Hey. Any friend of Two is a friend of ours. You’re welcome here anytime you want.”

You agreed and brought your bags inside.

“Thanks Darry, I really appreciate it.”

“No problem.”

You got along with Ponyboy and Johnny very well.

Sodapop was a total sweetheart to you the whole time.

You were were happy that you finally found where you felt that you were meant to be.

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for avenging my brother?

hiiiii ^^ so im (30, let's say M for convenience's sake) am currently the leader of a very big sect, which was Not the plan WhatSoEVER (i'll get into it). i was born as the younger sibling to the sect heir, which meant i had free reign to basically do whatever i wanted while he got the responsibilities and stuff! great deal methinks. our father died when we were both still young due to heart issues that run in the family and also being killed. since my brother had a decade or so on me, he pretty much raised me from then on while also having the new role of official sect leader on his shoulders.

again, seems like a good deal! he was strict, and really really insisted i practiced my fighting skills (like that wasn't the literal cause of our family's heart issues) to the point that one time he like kind of burned my paper fan collection in front of me but that's like it's all besides the point okay he loved me and i loved him and we were both there for each other okay? okay

anyway he had this servant/best friend/pretty sure somethingsomething was going on there. he was kind of like a second big brother to me. our interests overlapped and he also preferred stuff like art and poetry over fighting. he understood me in a way that my brother couldn't, and he helped raise me just as much, even accompanying me to my third year of summer courses. which lol was supposed to be a one year course but i failed twice. lmao w/e

things got... bad. a war broke out, the servant betrayed us by letting a dangerous enemy out of his cell, and he and my brother had a horrible fight that ended in the former's expulsion from our sect. fast forward yadda yadda this isn't so much the part of the story it's just context but basically that turned out to be a plan to get close to the enemy sect leader so he could stab him in the back. which turned out to become a recurring theme.

the servant, now a prominent figure in his own sect, my brother, and one basically-a-celeb from another sect became this big trio (and totally a Thing) because of the role they played in ending the war. servant-now-big-boy (let's go with snbb for convenience) used that position to send my brother into a cardiac arrest by playing a melody that was supposed to soothe him differently.

so now i was alone, and with one of the current biggest sects to lead, while all i wanted to do is look cute, paint and be bisexual. you can probably imagine how i felt when i learned who did it, especially considering how not only no one else knew, but he got /rewarded/ for it by becoming a sect leader himself. soooo i got a little silly and here's where i mighttttt be tah :3

basically i started a 10+ years revenge plan. i didn't really plan a /lot/ of it, but i knew i'd have to resurrect one of my childhood friends for it to grab attention away from me etc and such and so on and so forth. but basically i also got a gay and socially rejected teenager killed for that, desecrated the corpse of snbb's mother, paid some people to spread rumours here and there, possibly killed a few cats to lure a group of people where i needed them to be, and adopted a public persona of a useless idiot who couldn't run a sect for the life of me to keep suspsicions off of me for the duration of this, which was Also a part to get back at him because that meant he, as someone responsible and sooo niceys and oh won't you please help your poor little meowmeow with the big scary emails plssss (he basically ran the sect for me lol).

to top it all off i had him killed by the one person that loved him the most (mister sir basically-a-celeb. god his jawline is stronger than my will to live) (he has gone into seclusion and is isolating himself indefinitely to mourn)

but also all this allowed my old bestie to get gay married with his longtime heartthrob

so. aita?

[fnvminorcharacterpoll]

Round 2 is over! Let's recap:

A Bracket, Day One: Easy Pete crushed Santiago's post-presidential assassination aspirations in a landslide; Red Lucy avenged Maj. Elizabeth Kieran's incredibly close Round 1 loss by similarly crushing the poll's most pathetic man, Beagle, in a victory for feminism; Old Ben climbed further in the ranks with a close win over Manny Vargas*; and Ranger Ghost sailed into Round 3 over Tommy Torini.

A Bracket, Day Two: Heartthrob Harland desecrated Pvt. Kowalski in the round's first of several dramatic upsets; the #TRASHSWEEP continued well apace by laying waste to Pacer; Swank and his big ol' eyes saw a win over old Ranger Andy; and the love for 10 of Spades carried him to victory over his fellow NCR soldier Maj. Knight*.

A Bracket, Day Three: The Hadrian Gang unfortunately could not survive against the high-seed monster, Fantastic; Rotface gave Boxcars a tip: get eliminated from the tournament; the Garret Twins made a smear on the sidewalk out of bubbly Brotherhood initiate Melissa Watkins; and Ignacio Rivas's* good nature wasn't enough to take down Trudy from Goodsprings.

A Bracket, Day Four: Fan-favorite Keely utterly crucified houndmaster Antony, which has knocked every member of Caesar's Legion who isn't a slave from the tournament completely; Mr. RADical successfully just laid there while Jimmy* from Casa Madrid couldn't impress; Regis from the Great Khans just barely eked out the W to make Cliff Briscoe extinct; and Mick & Ralph pulled an overnight upset against Old Lady Gibson to punch their ticket.

B Bracket, Day One: Daisy Whitman blew up Raquel; Ringo wrecked Ramos; preliminary fave Angela Williams pulled off an astonishing upset against number two seed Oliver Swanick; and Allen Marks' victory over Crandon & Jules goes to show that the corpses keep winning.

B Bracket, Day Two: Beatrix Russell ate Chomps Lewis; Emily Ortal left Pvt. Kyle Edwards in the radioactive dust; The Lonesome Drifter drifted easily into Round 3 over Michael Angelo & Kate; and Siri beat Malcolm Holmes but not without a surprising amount of turnout for the cap-collecting good samaritan.

B Bracket, Day Three: No-Bark Noonan opened up the all-Khans bracket by kicking Oscar Velasco out of the tournament; Jessup & McMurphy successfully defeated a frail and sickly child; Melissa Lewis succeeded where her father had failed the day before with a victory over Cannibal Johnson; Doctor Usanagi proves that STEM is more valuable than an English degree by giving Jerry the Punk another beating.

B Bracket, Day Four: Big Beard & Little Beard trounce the Gundersons, probably because Heck was the only one with a beard; Chris Haversam throws Meyers back in the clink; Mister Holdout couldn't hold out against Sarah Weintraub; and finally, in the single most massive (624 votes) and close (tied as late midnight with 500 votes) and polarizing (just check the notes) match-up in the entire tournament so far, Calamity the ghoul pulled an upset over Cpl. Betsy*, who's probably dealing with her loss in therapy. Hopefully Dr. Usanagi doesn't bring up her own win.

*Happy Pride Month, losers! The first round of June and literally every canonically queer character (except for Red Lucy, bisexual [edit: and Sarah Weintraub, also bisexual!]) got voted out, and that's hilarious. Funniest possible thing that could have happened on here, the gay and transgender website, during the gay and transgender month, in a tournament for the gay and transgender video game. (Beatrix Russell and Old Ben might also be exceptions, but it's minor; I only can't remember if you can sleep with them as the same sex or not when they're working at the Atomic Wrangler, but even then they may just be gay4pay. Not that there's anything wrong with that!)

You can see all of the Round 2 polls here, and the tournament bracket has been updated so that you can get a preview of the matches yet to come in Round 3. Voting will pause for a bit while I prepare graphics and bracket posts, so use this downtime to mourn the fallen, celebrate the risen, and submit designated cheerleader endorsements for your favorite remaining characters in their upcoming rounds. It's only going to get more tense from here!

[ionianwanderer]

It was in every tabloid, on every gossip site, and plastered all over social media: 

World Famous DJ Yasuo Ito of TRUE DAMAGE seen on a DATE with heartthrob popstar Ezreal Hall!

He's called into a meeting with the PR team who, quite frankly, looked absolutely over his shit. All eyes on him for an explanation as to why photos of the two men were found spreading like wildfire across the mediasphere. Yasuo sat leaning on one hand, a brow cocked wondering why he's the one to shoulder the blame for the paparazzi having managed to catch a shot of the two.

"Am I supposed to care about being seen with him?" Sounding like he'd rather be anywhere else but in this meeting.

"You understand the media is catching on to your little flings right? You're not some small town nobody djing in a basement, Mister Ito. Your public image matters."

"Oh, am I not supposed to be a person? Am I not allowed to have feelings? Didn't think that was part of the package with all this."

"That is not what we're implying here, Sir."

Yasuo gives them an icredilous look. "Then what ARE you implying? Don't tell me it's about the fact we're both me-"

He's immediately silenced by a file slammed against the table, a few snapshots of previous relationships scattering out of it. "That isn't it either. You get around, so to speak, and the tabloids DO pay attention to a celebrity that likes to hop around. Both you and him are known to do that-- so understand where we're coming from."

A tense silence hangs between everyone in the room. Yasuo stares at a few of the photos-- some going as far back to when he was first establishing himself in the music scene and then as recent as him fooling around with A-list celebrities. His jaw clenched hard… as if that alone would hold back the anger that was slowly creeping in. He slumps back against the chair he's in, using one foot to swivel from side to side as he took all this in. 

Eventually, hands suddenly clap together as he tongues his cheek, the noise startling some of the folks in the room. All he offers is a grimace. This was going to be so… annoying.

"So… you're trying to tell me that the 'mediasphere'," he air quotes his words while rolling his eyes, "--thinks I get too many pieces."

He waits and watches each of the members of the PR team stare at him. Until one of the executives nods slowly, to which he then proceeds to point and single them out.

"Do you know how fucking stupid this sounds? Understand here and now, take me down on record: I don't give a FUCK what the mediasphere thinks about my love life. They're just mad that they can't have half these bitc--"

"Mister Ito--"

"Nope-- I'm not gonna hear it. Don't "Oh but the image of the band" me. Have you seen K/DA and their PR nightmare? And you're telling ME I can't date fucking Ezreal? That's the line we're drawing? This is a joke!"

"Well but consider their PR team and how much they have to--"

Yasuo slams his hands against the tabel in front of him as he shoots up from the chair. For a man usually so calm-- most of the time-- the executives seeing him like this was something… new. With a fiery anger in his core he taps his pointer finger against the manilla folder that had been tossed to him, pissed off beyond belief.

"Well maybe you all should learn a thing or two from THEIR team about this." His words accentuated hard as he grits his teeth. "Don't call me for a stupid fucking meeting like this again because I will NOT be attending."

Yasuo holds the gaze of one of the team members for an uncomfortable amount of time, sending them into a fit of trying to make themselves smaller in their chair. 

"Do I make myself clear to you stooges?" Only relenting his piercing gaze once he'd watch every single one of them nod in agreement. It's then that he storms off, slamming the door behind him as he exits the confrence room to punctuate his outburst.

So stupid. So STUPID. Yasuo shoves his hands into his jacket as he makes his way down to the ground level of the office building; people were practically jumping out of his way as he trudged past them. And if they weren't paying attention, a broad shoulder shoved them out of his way. The only thing that really drew him out of his head was the buzzing of his phone. At first he ignores it. Focusing more so on getting out of this awful building, his hands shoving one of the many front doors open to make his way back to his apartment.

His phone buzzes again…

He stops in his tracks. A small sigh before he fishes it out of his back pocket. The screen comes to life as he clicks one of the side buttons.

Five messages from [ Apollo 🩵 ]

It's instant-- the anger washing away as he taps the little bubble and inputs his passcode. What his phone opens up to are the same photos he was just shown: him and Ezreal holding hands, both with goofy little smiles. There's another shot of when they got coffee at that little hole in the wall that Ez swore up and down was the best in town. They… He really enjoyed that outing. Yasuo scrolls down a bit further.

��� [ Apollo 🩵 ] : thy ddnt evn gt my gud side in thse

→ [ Apollo 🩵 ] : [ 1 attachment ]

→ [ Apollo 🩵 ] : LYK LOOK @ U. u look so gud in thse Yas.. i look lyk im choking on air wth! !

…God, he really couldn't be mad with this little shit around. He brings up his keyboard to reply.

OUT → [ Apollo 🩵 ] : who are you kidding i look like a bum in these tf?

OUT → [ Apollo 🩵 ] : i look good my ass.

Three dots appear at the bottom before he can keep typing, Ezreal's response coming faster than he can type.

→ [ Apollo 🩵 ] : ya i do agre ur 🫓 lks gr8 😚

Yasuo scoffs, types as quick as he can before the blond can get in any other words.

OUT → [ Apollo 🩵 ] : stfu ik you do. still down for the movie tonight? my place?

→ [ Apollo 🩵 ] : abs, c u in a fw 💙

He stares at his phone for a while, thoughts going a million miles a minute before the DJ practically sprints down the street towards his apartment. 

--

The days following their little homebody date another set of snapshots of Yasuo walking Ezreal to his car surface online. This time around, in one of the photos, you can very clearly see Yasuo flipping off the camera. The tabloids don't let that overshadow the visible hickey on his neck though--

[ida-of-oddworld]

@somebigface

[monin1ca]

Tearing at the seams (Chamber x reader)

Word count:1.7k

Warnings: Angst with comfort at the end (because I hate bad endings), suggestive-ish, cursing, mentions of wounds, google translated french

Synopsis: Being Sage's intern was challenging, and it took time to understand how to use your powers in the desired way. Your training has brought you to this stage, where you are tending to the protocol's flirt; Chamber.

Fortunately, he escaped with only one wound in his torso and one shot in his shoulder. Sage already did most of the work and tasked you to apply the antibiotics and change the bandages on Chamber. You had “history” with the gunsmith; back in high school, you developed feeling for the infamous heartthrob Vincent Fabron. Being the naive idiot, you were, you confessed to him on the last day of school. Only for him to be called by his parents to leave ‘right this instant.’ He gives you what you think was a fake smile, “I’m sorry, I’ve got to go-” leaving you there- heartbroken and all alone, your beating heart tearing at the seams. 

Being Sage’s intern was a tough job; learning how to use your radiant abilities and use them for how they were intended; was a long journey. Though, now you were fully capable of controlling them. Sage’s clinic was also quite hectic, ranging from minor cuts and bruises to dead people being brought back to life. You could only imagine how stressed Sage was before she took you in, but now? Holy shit.

Some agents were chosen to partake in an infiltration mission to their mirror world; the damage to the agents was considerable. The selected ones were Sage, Omen, Jett, Fade, Sova, Reyna, Chamber, and Viper. Your mentor came home with a few gunshots- not too significant. The rest? It was a different story- Sova broke a few bones of his ribcage, Jett blacked out, Fade got substantial gunshot wounds, Omen’s shadows started leaking out of his armor, Reyna dislocated her ankle, Viper inhaled too much of her mirror’s nasty toxins and who else were you forgetting… Ah, right. The man you were tending to Chamber…

But when you were recruited into the Valorant protocol and saw the French man- You decided to pretend your silly little confession never happened, and he never brought it up. Though lately- you started falling for him again; it was idiotic. All the playful banter and flirting made your heart beat so much faster, the sweet gestures he does for you. You feel delusional because you keep thinking- ‘I dont see him doing this to other people. It makes me feel… special’ You know, you know. But you learned from your mistakes and told yourself never to confess to Chamber.

You snap out of your train of nostalgic memories and knock on the room where Sage said where she left Chamber. “Oh?” The injured man’s muffled voice reverberates through the door, “Monsieur, I’m here to tend to your injuries.” You shouted, hoping it was enough to be heard through the thick door. “Ah, Y/N? Come in; the door is unlocked.” You opened the door to be greeted with a strong scent of cologne; the room was intricately decorated with white and gold. You shuffled awkwardly into the room; you looked around the room, seeing the male in his canopy bed. The tops of the bed held a translucent curtain with gold lines coming down on it, and soft duvet sheets crumpled due to Chamber laying down lazily. Everything in this room reminds you of how poor you were compared to him. You strode to the bed and placed your materials on the nearby nightstand; you noticed his iconic glasses and gold watch that probably costs millions. Vincent wasn’t wearing his vest and tie and was only wearing his white button-down. Which told you he was already anticipating your arrival. You sigh deeply to yourself,

‘Let’s get this over with before I combust.’

“Alrighty, mister, how are you feeling right now?” You inquire, looking at everything but him. “I was doing ok, but I feel better now that you are here.” The latter winks, and you playfully roll your eyes at him. “May I?” You gesture at his torso, and he smiles. “Please, knock yourself out.” Chamber pats a spot on his left, motioning for you to approach and do your work. You strolled to his side; the bed dipped at your weight when you placed your knee. Your hands slowly made their way to the buttons; you could feel his eyes on you. Even though you felt like prey being watched by its predator, you continued unbuttoning the attire. It felt like eons when you finally reached the last button, your hands dangerously close to his lower half. Once you finished, you quickly pulled your hands away to avoid the awkwardness and pulled them back up higher to remove the first plaster. ‘His torso looked like it was a frame of a greek god. Shit, what am I thinking?’ You shook your head to get rid of the thoughts and focused on removing the plaster as painlessly as possible. It was so adorable how flustered you were on Chamber’s end, The tippy top of your ears with multiple shades of red, and how you avoided eye contact with him. It was just so adorable~ You placed your left hand on his abs to have support and used your right hand to peel the plaster slowly; you heard the french man hiss and groan in pain at the action. ‘God, that sounded so hot.’ “Just a little bit more and- There.” You chirped, relieved that it was partially over. You threw the old bloody plaster in a nearby bin and got the antibiotic; you opened the medicine and squeezed it onto a soft cotton pad. “I’ll apply this special antibiotic that should sanitize, clean, and remove the scar of your wound. It might hurt, but you're a big boy, right?” You explained to him; he chuckles at the last part of your sentence. “I am a big boy, mon Cheri. Though take it slow, I’m enjoying every aspect of this.” You were stunned, “I- W-what ever… Weirdo.” You lowered your head, hoping your hair was long enough to hide your face. You slowly rub the cotton pad on the gunsmith’s skin and hear the knee-wobbling hiss again, this time caused by the shock of the cold medicine colliding against his skin. At last, you were finished; you threw the used pad and grabbed the fresh new bandages. 

“Can you sit up a ‘Lil bit? I need a little allowance to wrap this around your body.” The male complies obediently, sitting up from his pillow and waiting for your move. You go closer and start wrapping the bandages around his body, your hot breath against his chest. His breath hitches as you slowly begin your little ministrations, as you were wrapping the bandages around- You notice that he has had previous injuries before this, the faint, faint scars proving it; sure, it was normal, but you never saw him get hurt before going into the protocol.  You were so lost in your train of thought Chamber had to point out you were adding too much fabric. “Were you enjoying the view that much, Cheri?” You were not going to lie to yourself, and you were enjoying the view. “Yeah, I was.” Now it was his turn to blush; he was silent after that one. ‘As you should, Mr. Heartthrob’ You chuckled to yourself, and you moved closer to him; Placing your hand and legs over him for stability, you almost looked like you were straddling Chamber if people walked in and saw the scene. “I’m going to treat your shot in the shoulder; I’ll go a bit closer, yeah?” He gives a slight nod, his accentuated cheeks still dusted in pink. You leaned closer and slowly removed the old plaster; the slight sounds of the plaster ripping off his skin made you shudder. You can only imagine how much he went through in his past injuries; Chamber notices the sadness on your face. “What’s wrong, mon ange?”  His hand reaches your face, gentle hands caressing your cheeks. You leaned into his touch, clutching the used plaster in your hands. “I.. Just- can’t imagine what you went through before joining the protocol..” You brushed the faint scars on his body; his body hitched at your touch. You feel like the air is being sucked out due to the heavy tension between you, your heart pounding against your ribcage.

Silence… 

Suddenly, Chamber drops his hands lower, grabs your waist, and pulls you closer. “You are too good for me.” You yelp at the sudden action, and his slightly dry lips meet yours. You felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest, perhaps when his lips touched yours, time stood still, but the beating in your chest only grew stronger. As your knees grew weak, you fell forward to his embrace; you could only concentrate on how smooth he was against your mouth and how completely he had taken over your senses. Chamber clouded your thoughts; all you could think of was Chamber. You moan slightly on his lips, signaling to pull away. He understood and pulled away; your head was spinning not from the lack of air but from why this was happening. You had millions of questions, but you could only muster “Why?” He laughs, “Well, the simplest explanation is; I like you too. And this tension? I could not stand it.” You wanted to pinch yourself to see if this was all real, but the loving look on his face told you this was all too real. “B-but my confession from all those years ago-” “My parents sent me home because,”  he cut you off. “I was drafted into the military; they wanted to send me far away. They’ve always thought I was incompetent and needed a so-called boost.” The truth behind his scars and why he left you behind the school amazed you. All these questions finally had answers; your eyes were filled with tears. “Ah, mon amour, don’t waste your pretty tears on me.” He says as he wipes your stray tears, “You still have to finish patching me up after all,” The male chuckles; you can’t hold back anymore, your heart tearing at the seams, not because it got broken. Now it is because your love for him is starting to overflow.

Author's note - THIS WAS INSPIRED BY ONE OF THE PROMPT THINGY I REBLOGED! HOPE YALL WILL ENJOY THIS ONE^^

[witch-hazels-musings]

The Diluc and Kaeya as fathers were so cute!! Can I request a scenario where Diluc's child is saying their first word but then they say Kaeya's name? I just want some comedy ehe

First words

Oh maaaan, Diluc come back, please don’t kill Kaeya! 

Warning -> fluff/humor

Diluc X GN Reader | Anthology

He’s so happy being a father - like don’t even get me started

He’d spent so many years of his life just taking things day by day, at some point it all blurred together. Days turned into months, months into years, and years passed him by in a flash

When he met you and was able to feel time slowing again because of all the new, wonderful things you helped him experience, well he was so happy 

And the day his child came into the world - the emotion on his face was one of utter pride and devotion - he loved them no matter where they came from - to him, this small child and your love were his whole life 

Diluc watched as you waved from the distance, your figure disappearing over the hill, and even after some time you were no longer visible, he still waited on the patio. When he felt his child tugging at his hair, he turned his attention away from the place you had been and to them. 

“Hey, big man.” He spoke with sweetness and smiled at the bundle in his arms. He had grown so much in the last year, his vibrant hair complimenting his eyes which he got from you. “Do you want to go on a walk with me?” 

He supported him in his arms and bounced him up and down as he walked around the property. Diluc relished the sensation of holding his son in his arms, his weight comforting and connection to him powerful. He watched how his son interacted with different things they came into contact with. Laughed when a butterfly came to inspect the small child and comforted him when a bee had similar ideas. 

“Don’t worry, Dad’s here.” He said, wiping his tears. Diluc showed him how the vineyards supported the growing plants, just like he was doing with him. The way his son's hands looked as they reached for the leaves of the plants reminded him of how tiny he was, and when their palms met one another he felt a pull in his heart which he’d grown quite fond of experiencing. 

“Master Diluc!” One of the maids called out to them as they made their way back to the main house. “Are you having a nice stroll?” A few other staff came to visit when they saw Diluc and the young Ragnivndr leisurely passing by. 

“Yes, we were just enjoying the day.” He turned to look at his son’s face and smiled when he laughed. 

“Oh, Mister Diluc. He is so handsome.” One of the younger maids exclaimed, grabbing onto his little hand and giving it a shake. “You look just like your dad.” 

“Yes, but no one has eyes like that except for Y/N.” Said another. 

For a while, the three of them lavished his son with attention. At first, he was overwhelmed by it all and clung to his dad, burying his face in his shoulder, but after a short while warmed up to the ladies. 

“Ah, a heartthrob just like his father.” 

“I wouldn’t go that far.” Diluc shook his head and repositioned his son on his hip. 

“uh .. a ..” Everyone turned to look at him and their excitement burst out at the same time. 

“I think he’s going to say something!” // “Is it his first word? Has he said his first word yet?” // “You got it.” 

The maids closed their fists and beamed at him, nodding their heads quickly to encourage the behavior. Diluc looked on eagerly, awaiting his son’s first exclamation. 

“... a .. ay … aeya.” 

“What did he say? Aya?” The maids looked at one another confused. “Try again!” 

“Yeah, try again.” 

His son looked at them and with a huge smile on his face said, “Taeya,” and Diluc felt his soul leave his body. 

“I’m sorry, can you watch him for a while.” Quickly, he passed his son into the arms of the maids and they watched as he grabbed his claymore and made his way toward Mondstadt.

[batneko]

who we were before we were us

a meeting between the-person-who-would-become-Zombieman and an ugly teenager who never gives his name

(some self-indulgent nonsense based on a conversation I cut from Green-Eyed Monster)

-

Subject 66 was awoken by a scream.

It was far from the first time. He'd gotten so used to it back in the lab that it didn't even fully wake him up anymore. But this was different, this was outside, and he could feel the warmth of the sun and the chill of river water and bits of gravel hitting his face as the screamer - whoever they were - ran away up the embankment.

66 groaned and pushed himself upright. He was somewhat surprised to hear a gasp, mostly because the voice was closer now than the scream had been. They'd been scrambling toward him, not away. That was unusual.

He sat up and pulled his arm and left leg out of the water where they must have fallen when he passed out. It was early summer and his clothes would dry quickly, but he'd lost a shoe. Hopefully it hadn't drifted far.

Finally, 66 looked up into the shocked face of the man who'd spotted him. No, not man. Boy. The kid was wearing one of those uniforms that he’d figured out students wore. Didn't make sense to 66 - labeling children - and he always found it slightly unnerving when he saw packs of them. Groups of people in matching outfits never led to good things for him.

The kid's face was twisted in shock. At least… 66 thought it was the shock making him look like that. His skin was blotchy even beneath adolescent acne, eyes swollen and nose red. He looked like he was about to cry. Or that he’d been close, and seeing what seemed to be a dead body had startled him out of it.

That was it, 66 realized. The boy had been coming under the bridge to hide away and cry, and 66 had taken his place.

“Um, mister, are you okay?” the kid asked.

“Sure,” 66 said. His coat was still dry, a blessing, and he patted his pockets until he found smokes and a lighter.

“You- I thought you were dead!”

“Just hungover,” 66 said. It was a lie. He didn’t get hangovers. He did, however, get headaches when he went too long without food, and a week was definitely too long.

“Um…” The kid was still carrying his bookbag. Was it morning or afternoon? 66 could probably tell from the way the shadows fell if he could concentrate enough to look at them. “Are you… okay, mister?”

“Yeah yeah.” 66 put a cigarette in his mouth and waved the kid off as he lit up. “Go to school. Or home, whichever.”

Smoking helped cut down on appetite, and he could afford a pack of cigarettes easier than three meals a day. He breathed in the noxious fumes he’d grown to enjoy over the last few months, letting smoke settle into his lungs and quell his shaking hands.

The kid was still there, watching him. He’d backed off slightly when 66 flicked the lighter, wrinkling his nose (poor kid, even on a good day he wouldn’t be a heartthrob. He almost looked more like something a mad scientist would cook up than 66 did), but he didn’t leave.

“Mister? Do you live here?”

66 gave the kid a flat look. “This is a bridge.”

“You know what I mean.”

66 exhaled slowly, watching the smoke spread out across the water. It was morning, it must be, there was still last night’s garbage floating downstream. Maybe he’d be able to find his shoe after all.

“Don’t live here. Couldn’t. The cops come and chase us off most nights.” Last night he’d been out late enough to miss them. He wasn’t sure why he’d lost consciousness, but there wasn’t any blood on his clothes so it probably wasn’t a beating.

It was every man for himself on the streets, usually. People who ended up sleeping under bridges didn’t have anyone to rely on, so they didn’t rely on anyone. But they talked. They shared what they had.

66 had received his first cigarette from a man under a bridge. He stumbled upon them, the first humans he’d ever seen that didn’t wear the face of his creator, and as he huddled as close to the fire as he dared one of them passed him a smoke.

“Keeps away the chill,” the man had said. It did.

The kid’s face scrunched up, making him look like a frog, or one of the weirder kinds of bats. Oof. That was just unfortunate.

He started digging into his bag, and removed something large and square. The kid held it out to 66 with determination in his eyes.

“Here.”

66 looked at the object. A plastic container, plain black, with a strap wrapped around it. He’d seen similar ones in stores, or being carried on the train. Probably not a pencil case, which meant…

“Kid, no.” He almost dropped his cigarette. “I’m not taking your lunch!”

“It’s okay, I’ll buy something in the cafeteria.”

“No! I’m serious kid, I will not take it.”

“But…” The kid’s hand pulled back, just a little. “I just…”

66 sighed, and took a long drag on his cig before stubbing it out. “Look, I can tell you mean well, but this is above your paygrade okay? When you grow up you can donate to shelters or something. In the meantime, just… avoid people like me.”

He stood up, one foot wrapped in nothing but a wet sock, rolled his shoulders and popped his neck. The kid, reluctantly, put his lunch away.

Then he lifted up his bag again. 66 hadn’t noticed, but there was another bag hanging from the back strap. A plastic one, like a grocery bag, but the shape inside was large and lumpy.

“What’s your shoe size?” the kid asked. “I have big feet.”

He said it mournfully. On a gangly teenage frame, big feet just made him look clownish (poor kid), but 66 knew from his time hanging around bars (people bought him drinks, and sometimes breakfast) that big extremities meant big… extremities. So the kid would have that going for him in the future.

“I don’t know,” 66 said, honestly. “Let’s have a look.”

Taking the kid’s lunch was one thing. Taking his gym shoes was another thing entirely.

They fit, more or less. Too big rather than too small. Tight enough laces would make up for it, and if the laces broke 66 could always find some string.

He’d get another manual labor job soon. Now that the weather was heating up and more people were looking for it. There weren’t a lot of ways 66 could make money without any paperwork attesting to his citizenship, but maybe this would be the month 66 finally managed to scrape enough together to put a roof over his head instead of a bridge.

Maybe.

“Don’t be so nice, kid,” 66 said as he finished tying his new shoes.

“I had to do something,” the boy said.

“No you didn’t. You coulda just walked away. You coulda ran for it when you thought I was dead.”

He shook his head. “I had to. If I didn’t, I’d be thinking about it all day. I’d never be able to stop wondering if you were okay, if I could have helped, if I should have helped.” The kid shrugged. “So this is selfish. I’m doing it for my peace of mind.”

66 laughed. “Kid, if seeing somebody down on their luck makes you worry about them all day, that means you’re a good person.”

The boy flushed, turning bright red in an instant. Now he looked like a weird heirloom tomato.

“Are the shoes okay?”

“They’re fine,” 66 said. “Thanks, kid. I mean it.”

“Um. You’re welcome.”

“Now go to school!”

The kid nodded and ran off, knocking more gravel loose with his steps. He really did have big feet for his size. No gym shoes meant no gym class, which was probably a blessing for such an easy target. Hopefully he’d still make it on time and avoid that mark against him.

School. Something so many kids did, something so many pieces of media revolved around, and 66 had never been to one. Where could he start? He looked like a grown man but he was barely two years old. He knew plenty about lab safety and genetics and biology and even a little calculus, but he didn’t know world history or popular culture or how to talk to normal people. He didn’t know how to be a human.

Now he was wearing secondhand sneakers and about to have another cigarette for breakfast before going out to look for work from anyone who would give it to him.

And he definitely wasn’t the only person who’d ever done that, so he was close enough.

[sugar-petals]

I'm sorry but Johnny is a butterface

chicago can’t hear you over the sound of his gorgeousness — a thread for the viewing pleasure of people with great taste. in this report, i will thoroughly detail how johnny’s face has everything one can ask for. 

- let’s start with the bedroom gaze, shall we: evidently, such feature is vastly represented here. nobody does eye contact like johnny seo leaning on a motorcycle at 2:30 AM. 

- surprised surprise, that’s not even a tenth of his first impression. in the year 2020, what do we need in a man? black hair, soft cheeks, and a sultry charm. without a doubt does the mister in question deliver.

- lo and behold, it’s exactly the face that fits perfectly into the bigger picture. anything else would not work, period. look at this sizzling man. he can introduce you to some new things, cheers.

- also listed here for popular demand: johnny’s teddy eyes and kissable lips that sweep the masses. if you’re looking for a honey, better ring the guy called johnny. need i say more?

- yes i do because we’re only getting started. next up! brows are in stock for days and days at this address. whenever johnny walks past, he’s the arts major that the entire uni is crushing on.

- they’re so powerful, even kai’s red hot smirk can get photobombed by them. 

- oh chicago, the jobrows... they’re literally sex symbols on their own. 

- talk about colleagues: there aren’t many mortals who can look this radiant and photogenic next to someone as beautiful as lee taeyong. 

- just as hard is not looking like a disheveled fool next to jaehyun who we know is literally divine. not in johnny’s household. johnny is a pretty jock.

- an even more impossible challenge: try to be hot stuff next to wayv’s biggest sex bomb. johnny can do it. butterface where? when johnny hits the peace sign, yukhei turns into xuxi. 

- touchable hair makes the lad. our man john has it: 24/7. forget the photoshoots even, just take any candid picture. also note — the perfect shape of the jaw and all the proportions. everything is delicious about him. each johnny stan needs to be personally congratulated.

- is he dreamy as well? you bet, my friends. johnny is the shy sports magazine cover that photographers will sell their soul for.

- in short. last time everyone checked, johnny has a great face. he’s the boyfriend teddy bear, he’s the blue jean dream, he’s the all-american holy-moly hypersonic heartthrob hot boy hunk. and god is that sexy of him. johnny on the agenda, suhpremacy 2020. 

a final riddle to provide some food for thought. given how sehun manages to effectively confuse mister seo with someone as ethereal as jeonghan — what does that say about johnny i ask? whoever is trying to be a bodyshaming court jester should try getting hired by sm and then we’re talking.

PS: do close your jaw now. johnny already has your wig anyway.

[leviathanswingman]

It’s Work; DiaLuci Model! AU

The set was busy with people running all over the place. Make up artists, clothing designers and plenty of staff and crew members were filling the cramped space reserved for Majolish's next big photo shoot.

Lucifer pushed his way through multiple mingling staff members, his head bowed slightly, eyes focused on the planner on his smartphone. They were already terribly behind on their schedule. He raised his head and looked around, scanning the room for a familiar face.

For once, Diavolo had arrived on set before Lucifer and was now probably sitting in some chair, chattering on ever so carelessly while he let one of the make-up artists do their job.

Diavolo was the son of a world famous actress and a well-respected actor. Naturally, he had followed in their footsteps without any problems. From child actor to teenage heartthrob to irresistible model, Lucifer had known Diavolo through all of it.

Right from the beginning, they had worked side by side. After all, Lucifer had grown up in similar circles. Even though he had never known his mother, his father was a well known producer with a disreputable love for women. After all, Lucifer's father had eight children from five different mothers. Especially in the entertainment industry, that was a thing most people didn't simply turn a blind eye to. With each and every new siblings the press would obsess over their family a tiny bit more, making it eventually impossible to have any resemblance of a private life.

As the oldest child, the expectations had been high from the moment he had taken his first breath.

Without much ado, just following his father's will, Lucifer had grown up to be an actor and model up until the ripe age of eighteen, trapped in contracts for shows and shoots, all under his father's iron fist.

And then, the moment his last contract had expired, he cut ties with his father's agency, enrolled in college for a business degree and left his life of money and fame behind. He started to earn his own money and prestige just so he could fight for guardianship over his siblings in several heated court battles. And in the end, his hard work bore fruit. He won the court settlements.

Then, 7 years later, Diavolo and Lucifer unexpectedly reconnected. Out of all places to meet, they had simply run into each other in a cat café, with Lucifer looking for one of his younger brothers and Diavolo pouting as he had just fired his last manager.

They ended up talking for hours and hours, catching up on all the big events they had missed in the other's lives. And after several cups of coffee, Lucifer mentioned that he was about to quit his current job and Diavolo's eyes practically lit up.

And somehow, in spite of Lucifer's disdain towards the entertainment industry, he unexpectedly managed to convince Lucifer to stand by his side as his new manager.

Finally, he spotted a door marked with Diavolo's name on it and rushed towards it. There was no time to spare. They were scheduled to be on set for their next shoot in less than three 3 hours.

The bodyguard, guarding the door with strong shoulders, took one look at Lucifer and let him inside without any words.

Lucifer entered the dressing room with a short nod.

Diavolo was sitting on a chair talking to Barbatos, his personal assistant, as a make-up artist was busy doing the finishing touches to his face.

„Relax your face please,“ she muttered as she dipped her brush into a small tin and applied a bit more eyeshadow to the corner of the eye. She took a step back to observe her work, then nodded, apparently satisfied.

Lucifer slipped out of his coat and threw it over the back of a chair nearby. Diavolo waved at him quickly without moving his face too much, careful so that he wouldn't mess up the make-up artist's good work. Barbatos turned his head as he heard the sound of the door closing.

„Lucifer, good day,“ he greeted with the hint of a smile on his face, but then quickly switched over to more pressing issues. „I have been informed that there is an issue at large.“

Lucifer adjusted his glasses before placing his hands on his hips. „Which would be?“ he asked.

„It seems like Diavolo's partner for the shoot has still not arrived and we can't get a hold of either their manager or themselves.“

„Alright,“ Lucifer brought out. He pushed his bangs back and let out a deep breath. Of course, when they were already way too far behind on their schedule, mishaps like this one had to happen. „I will try the model's management again.“

Quickly, he scrolled through the abundance of business contacts on his phone until he found the right one. As he dialled the number, he was immediately met with several beeping tones. He dropped the call. Seemed like the manager's phone was turned off. How irresponsible.

Lucifer could practically feel all eyes in the room set on him. „I'm going to talk to the employer and ask if they have a replacement at hand. If push comes to shove I will fee l free to supply them with a replacement.“ After all, this shoot had been in the talks for several months now. Contracts had already been pulled up and Diavolo's fans had been teased excessively with insider knowledge about the photo shoot. Diavolo would lose a lot of money, prestige and fans if this photo shoot were to crash and burn at the last minute. And this just couldn't be happening.

Lucifer rushed out of the room in a hurry, already dialling the number of Majolish's manager. It rang once, rang twice.  Then, the person on the other end of the phone hung up the call. For a moment, Lucifer stopped in his tracks and stared at the phone in disbelief when all of a sudden, someone bumped into him. Quickly, he looked up. It was Majolish's manager, who looked almost as outraged as Lucifer felt inside.

„I saw your call Mister Lucifer, but as I was already on my way here, I didn't see much sense in picking up your call. Will you follow me to the dressing rooms so we can solve this problem?“

„Of course.“

Together, they entered the dressing room Lucifer had stormed out of less than a minute ago. Diavolo was still sitting on his chair, but now seemed to be scrolling through his phone as Barbatos attacked Diavolo's shirt with a lint roller.

„Lucifer, you're back early-“

As soon as the door closed behind them the manager crumbled to the ground like a sack of potatoes. „We have a big problem!“ he exclaimed, already on the verge of hyperventilating. „We cannot reach the other model and there is basically no time left to find a replacement! I am so doomed!“

Lucifer's eye twitched, but he forced himself to remain calm.

„Please calm down,“ he started, his voice however lacking in empathy. He hated having to work with useless employers who crumbled at the smallest hints of stress. Lucifer would have never approved this shoot had it not been for Diavolo's father pushing for it. „I can still ring up a few models I know who live close by. Of course, only the best of the best. But it will take them a bit of time to come here.“

The manager shuddered. „That is impossible, I rented this space for only five hours. Exactly five hours, to be precise. Oh,what to do, what to do?!“

Lucifer felt anger boiling up in his chest, which he suppressed with a menacingly sweet smile. „You rented the studio for five hours? Now that doesn't sound all too professional to me now, does it-“ Lucifer was interrupted by the ringing of his phone. He was ready to just hang up the call, but found himself startled as soon as he saw the caller ID. He threw a quick glance at Diavolo, who raised his eyebrows in question.

Lucifer picked up the call. His expression darkened the more he listened to what the caller had to say. Finally, he hung up the phone and placed it on the table with a bit too much strength.

He crouched down to the manager's level and looked him dead in the eye. „We have been depending on this photo shoot right from the start. I am telling you, we will get this over with today, no matter what. I will find a replacement and we will finish this photo shoot, alright? Unless you want to disappoint-“

„I already told you, we don't have enough time to get a new model here in time! Unless you know a tall, androgynous model with enough experience who can be here in less than 10 minutes, there is nothing I can do!“

Lucifer lifted his head only to find Barbatos and Diavolo lost in a silent conversation between the two of them. Barbatos whispered something into Diavolo's ear and Diavolo shook his head in retaliation.

And all of a sudden, all eyes were on Lucifer.

„I might have an idea, although you might not be all to happy with it.“

„Just spit it out, Barbatos.“

Barbatos removed himself from Diavolo's side and walked over to Lucifer's instead. „Are we not looking for a tall, androgynous model, possibly with experience in the world of modelling, who would be available as soon as possible?“ he inquired.

Lucifer nodded his head.

„And, correct me if I'm wrong, but have you yourself not been modelling ever since you were a child?“

And just like that, Lucifer froze in place. From a professional standpoint, he had to agree with Barbatos. In a situation as dire as theirs right now, Lucifer would undeniably be the best of choices. Still, he had given up modelling and acting the day he had rid himself of his father's suffocating grip.

„Right, I think I've heard of something like that before,“ the manager quickly threw in. „So it is true after all, you really are that Lucifer.“ It was easy to see the wheels turning in his head. What a sleazy guy. „Now, a photo shoot with Diavolo and Lucifer after all those years...“

Lucifer did not want to hear the words that were about to leave that man's mouth, so he intercept right in time. „That would be quite the spectacle now, wouldn't it?“ He took one look at the greedy look in the manager's eyes. „We will of course expect good monetary compensation, seeing how you failed ever so spectacularly in managing this shoot.“

„Who do you think-“

„Unless you want the press to hear about how much of a useless business man you are? Because that could certainly be arranged, seeing how you are dealing with the world famous Diavolo here. Have you not failed him ever so spectacularly until now?“

Majolish's manager quickly shut his mouth and tried to compose himself. „O-of course,“ he stammered.

Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose as he turned around to Diavolo and Barbatos, who were looking at him with completely opposing expressions on their faces. Barbatos looked relaxed, almost pleased with himself, while Diavolo's face was painted with blank surprise.

„Lucifer, is that really alright with-“

„It's work. And I am doing this out of my own free will, after all,“ he threw in.

His gaze wandered across the room until his eyes landed on the make-up artist. „I am sorry for the inconvenience, but I suppose I will have to replace our second model for tonight.“

The make-up artist simply nodded. After all, this wasn't that much of a challenge for her. She was talented and known to be professional and work quickly and efficiently.

„Then let's get to work.“

After the work on his face was done and he saw the clothes he was ought to model, Lucifer almost found himself turning the whole deal down after all.

The clothes were not the problem. More than that, it was Lucifer himself. The shoot was inspired by gothic themes, very dark and very sensual in nature. Very unlike the way Lucifer had portrayed himself ever since cutting ties with his father.

Even more than that, it was unnerving to model with Diavolo again after all those years. After all, it had been a while and so much had happened in those 7 years in which they had lost contact.

The stylist entered the room, struggling to push a clothing rack inside. They stalled for a moment as they saw Lucifer whose face had just been painted by the make-up artist.

„You were informed about our circumstances?“

The stylist fumbled with their words for a moment. „Yes, of course. It's just-“

Lucifer mustered them with a serious gaze.

„You look the part,“ they finally concluded as they pulled multiple clothing items off their respective hangers. „Actually, you look even better than our original model, I was just a bit taken aback, sorry.“

„That is quite alright. The first outfit?“

„Of course! We are starting off with a simple white blouse, a corset, black pants and high heeled boots.“

Lucifer let a hand run across the delicate fabric of the outfit and nodded. „Good.“ Even though he had resigned from the business years ago, he was still a professional at heart. He knew what he had to do, especially if it meant keeping up Diavolo's stellar image. And although he hated to admit it, a shoot with just the two of them after all those years would certainly cause quite the ruckus since Lucifer had turned his back to the industry years ago, refusing to participate in both modelling jobs or acting roles.

The stylist helped him putting on the first outfit, and in spite of all the years he had spent away from modelling and acting, he almost felt himself fall back into that certain kind of routine. As soon as they were done, Lucifer reluctantly mustered himself in the mirror.

His hair was slicked back and his eyes were adorned with red eyeshadow, his lips covered with glossy red lip tint. In addition to the outfit he had been giving shiny black gloves and a single chained necklace.

The sight was ever so strange to Lucifer. He had spent years portraying himself as the perfect business student, as the perfect manager. It was strange to see himself glammed up like this. His little brother, Asmodeus, would probably love to see him like this.

„Satisfied?“ he simply asked the stylist. They circled around him once, added a belt and then smiled.

„Just like I imagined!“

Lucifer left the dressing room. He didn't have to be briefed about the shoot, after all, he was the one who had overseen and accepted the job at the request of Diavolo's father several months ago. He knew exactly what Diavolo's partner was supposed to deliver.

The clacking of his heels filled the room as he opened the door and was faced with the eyes of several people all over his body.

„Thank god, the model is finally here!“ the photographer finally threw in. „Took you a while.“

Almost as if on autopilot, Lucifer bowed and apologized. Diavolo, standing next to Barbatos, simply stared at him with big, wide eyes.

Lucifer certainly didn't like all of the attention he was getting and cleared his throat. „Can we start now? We are on a tight schedule after all.“ His eyes flashed over to Diavolo.

As always, he looked perfect. His stylist had given him the same boots as Lucifer's, tight leather pants, a dark red shirt blown wide open, exposing his muscular chest, and a striking necklace with a cross on it.

Lucifer nodded, obviously satisfied with Diavolo's appearance.

„Alright, let's get started. Diavolo, first pose.“

„Here we go,“ Diavolo mumbled, moving with ease.

Just like that, they switched from position to position, both of them focussed on doing a satisfying job. It was a rehearsed back and forth- with both Lucifer and Diavolo relying on the flawless skills of their partners. Unexpectedly, all things went well and they worked relentlessly until they were left with one last photo to bring to life.

“Normally, we would have the make-up artist come in to draw on the kiss mark on Diavolo's neck, but I don't think we have enough time left just now.” They turned their head towards the manager. “Should we just skip the last photo?”

“Ah yes, that's alright. I think we have enough material-”

'No,” Lucifer intercepted without any hesitation. “This photo was supposed to be the centre piece of the shoot, there is no way we are going to leave it out now. Get moving.”

The make-up artist from before quickly ran over to Lucifer's side, make-up kit at hand. “I need to reapply your lipstick for this to work,” she threw in.

“Then get to work.”

After she was done with her work, Lucifer immediately returned to his work.

As he saw Lucifer return to set, Diavolo moved to the couch without any questions. He posed himself appropriately, draped his body over the couch and threw a quick look at Barbatos, who looked uncharacteristically satisfied.

Lucifer walked over to the couch, propped himself up over Diavolo's body with one hand holding him up and the other cradling Diavolo's face.

“Alright, now all we're missing is the kiss mark-” the photographer started, but Lucifer refused to even hear him out. He knew all too well what this photo shoot was lacking.

Without any hesitation, he leaned down and placed a perfect kiss to the side of Diavolo's neck, leaving behind the prettiest of kiss marks.

Beneath him, Diavolo shifted ever so slightly, a dark blush dusted across his cheeks. And although he certainly felt certainly bothered, he complied and got into pose. He had already forgotten how easy and natural, yet also exiting it was for him to work with Lucifer.

They finished the shoot way quicker than usual with the photographer and Majolish's manager congratulating them enthusiastically as soon as they were done.

Lucifer stared at himself in the mirror of the dressing room just as Diavolo entered, the red kiss mark still ever so noticeable on his skin. The sight awoke long hidden feelings deep inside Lucifer's chest, feelings he had thought long dead. Feelings of attraction and desire.

“You really surprised me out there, Lucifer.”

“Well, don't make it a habit.”

Diavolo suddenly moved closer and pressed his thumb against the corner of Lucifer's mouth. Then, he pulled his thumb across Lucifer's lips, smearing the lipstick in process.

He stared at Lucifer for a moment too long as his finger lingered on his lips for a second longer. He glanced up at Lucifer's eyes before his gaze travelled down to Lucifer's lips again, taking in the sight of those plump,cherry red lips.

“I wouldn't dare to.”

[carloswilliamcarlos]

Clyde getting jealous and/or possessive of you and making you moan out his name while reminding you who that pussy belongs to...

WE STAN POSSESSIVE CLYDE.

You didn’t know why he was so upset at first. His hand gripped his steering wheel with white knuckles, eyes trained on the road, lips pulled tightly down in a furious frown. You said nothing, tension ringing around you and threatening to burst. You just studied his face, his hand on the wheel, the anger winding up his arm and through his body like a thick rope. You didn’t understand why he was mad at you. You hadn’t done a thing. 

“I’m not mad at you,” he broke the silence, as if he’d read your mind. “I’m mad at him.”

“Him” referred to your old high school crush, who’d shown up in town for your reunion. He was the picture of a teen heartthrob: a million-dollar smile, an easy charm, he’d even been quarterback of the football team. You would be impressed if you weren’t aware that even years after graduation, that was still his greatest accomplishment.

You’d all wound up at the bar at the end of the night, and a few drinks in, the quarterback was leaning a little too close to you, slurring a little too sloppily, telling you a little too brazenly that he knew you’d always wanted him back in the day. It wasn’t until he was trying to kiss you that Clyde had seen what was happening. You turned your head, your hand flew up to block the unwanted advance, and your bewildered, almost laughing eyes caught Clyde’s alerted gaze. 

In seconds, he was near you, asking, “What do you think you’re doing?” A quick glance up at Jimmy and Mr. Quarterback was being dragged out of the door and pushed into the parking lot with a few choice words flung at his back. 

You thought Clyde would ask you if you were OK, call the guy an asshole, hug you reassuringly. But all he did was look deep in your eyes, swallow hard, and turn away with a huff. 

And here you were on the drive home, thoroughly confused at his behavior, even a little afraid. 

“I hope you know I wanted nothing to do with that,” you offer.

“I know,” he says, but you don’t believe him, and he says nothing more until you’re home. 

As he walks into his trailer ahead of you, you close the door and lean your back against it. 

“Baby bear, I don’t want to fight,” you start to say, but he’s already turning toward you to speak, gaze aimed grumpily at the ground, 

“I don’t like people gettin’ handsy with you,” he confesses. You let it sit in the air for a moment, turning his words over in your mind. 

“He wasn’t handsy, he was just trying to kiss me,” you respond carefully.

“Alright, well I don’t like people trying to kiss you either,” Clyde’s voice raises. “I look over and you’re sittin’ there with mister quarterback and he’s leanin’ in on you like he has any right and I’m not standin’ five feet away.”

“Clyde, I was stopping him, didn’t you see me? I had my hand up and was stopping him. I wasn’t kissing him back.”

Clyde still won’t meet your eyes, but his body softens. 

“I know you used to like him.”

You laugh. 

“I had a crush on him a million years ago. I don’t now.”

Clyde’s silent. 

“Clyde, he’s a loser who peaked at 17. He’s a dick. He drunkenly kisses unwilling girls at bars. You think I want anything to do with him?”

His fist clenches at the thought. 

“And Clyde, it wouldn’t matter who he was. It wouldn’t matter who tried to kiss me. I wouldn’t want anything to do with them, either. Because I want you. And only you. Forever.”

This isn’t a revelation to him. You know, because you’ve said it a million times before. You’ve told him he’s the only one you want. Promised he’d have your heart for the rest of his life. Screamed into your darkened bedroom that he’s the only one you ever want to fuck you, to claim you, to love you. 

But you catch the glimmer in his eye when you say it again anyway.

“Baby bear,” you call him with a voice more tempting than sweet tea. You walk up to him and slowly, slowly slide a hand up his chest and cup his grumpy little face. “Look at me.”

He does, eyes flicking all around your face and drinking you in.

“You’re mine,” he declares. 

“That’s right.”

He’s kissing you hard, suddenly, stubbornly. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in, opening your mouth and allowing his tongue to slide in. He backs you up and pins you against the door, lips breaking away to suck dark purple marks into your neck. 

“No one else can have you,” he growls, voice resonating all the way into your bones. “And if anyone ever tries that shit again they’ll be lucky if they make it to the parking lot.”

His words melt you and you grip onto his shoulders. Your big, strong man, so protective of you, so furiously possessive. 

Before you know it, you’re in his bed, his huge body deliciously weighing you down against the sheets. He’s driving into you, taking you, owning you with his cock and the way he thrusts so deep inside your dripping pussy. His long hair falls down in raven waves and his puffs of breath fan over your face as he pounds into your body with everything he’s got.

“Tell me who you love,” he groans, eyebrows pulling together in concentration. 

“You, Clyde, I love you,” you moan.

He sits up to his knees and drapes your legs around his hips, mind reeling at the view of your body laid out for him as he fucks you. 

“Tell me who fucks you right,” he prompts.

You struggle to answer as pleasure clouds your mind, but you manage to whimper out his name.

He gives your pussy a quick slap and rubs at your clit in quick, rhythmic circles. 

“Tell me who this pussy belongs to,” he demands.

“You, Clyde, it belongs to you,” you reply, your voice coming out in a loud, desperate moan. 

“Say it again.”

“My pussy belongs to you, Clyde, only you, it’s all yours, you fuck me so good, I love you,” you prattle, incoherent words of admiration spilling from your lips. 

“That’s right,” he’s grunting over and over, deeper and deeper. “That’s right, that’s right.”

You’re screaming his name now as you cum around him, screaming because he makes you feel so good, screaming because he’s so jealous for you and your body, screaming because nothing turns you on more in the world than knowing this gorgeous man wants you wholly, entirely to himself. 

He cums inside you with a roar, watching as his cock pulses at your entrance, fills your pussy up with his seed. The sound of you screaming his name echoes in his ears, and he feels everything you feel: how much you need him, how much you love him, how much he satisfies you, how he’s the only man you’ll ever want, how he’s more than enough for you and always will be. 

He feels it all flowing through his veins like liquid gold as he falls next to you, kisses your forehead as you wrap yourself around him. He feels that you feel safe now, wanted, loved, precious, worth fighting for a million times over. 

As you fall asleep in each other’s arms, he feels like every bit the man you know him to be. And he feels, if only for that moment, worthy of your sweet and selfless love.

[honeytea8]

“Mister Fix-it” - Josuke/gn!Reader

A/N: Something I posted a while back on AO3 and now I’m dumping it here, I edited it to be gender neutral, pls let me know if I missed anything, enjoy!

Word Count: 2.7K

Summary: When your brand new air conditioning system doesn’t live up to the hype, you’re left with no other choice but to call Josuke Higashikata, the neighborhood handy-man and Morioh’s local heartthrob. (Post-canon; Josuke is 19/Reader is 23ish)

There is not a single ‘moderate’ thing about the summers in Morioh Cho and you come to this shocking discovery during your very first year back in this crazy, noisy town.

One early morning, a wave of heat sweeps in like a thief in the night, creeping over your body and making your nightshirt cling to you like second skin. A relentless force of nature that saps any residual moisture in the air. Everything is left high and dry—you lament over your dying succulent.

You can’t count how many cups of ice water you’ve guzzled or how many cold showers you’ve taken just to end up sweaty again, but something’s got to give. The day after Kai Harada announces the possibility of record-breaking temperatures in the following weeks, you delve into your emergency savings for a solution only money can buy.

Two days later, a portly electrician comes and installs a new air conditioning system for your home. He’s yammering on about how it’s supposed to be the best on the market. State of the art and all that jazz. You don’t really care for the details; you just want to be comfortable in your own house lest you end up a melted pile of goo. Who the hell would take care of your vegetable garden then?

You inspect the newly installed system with subdued interest. Truthfully, it doesn’t look like anything but an eyesore that’s completely thrown off the ambiance of the entire living room. It’s practically hanging out of your window. However, the only thing keeping you from complaining about its appearance is the dusty fan overhead that’s been circulating the same muggy, warm air for over an hour now. You prefer functionality over appearance, screw feng shui, you needed this AC.

“So, you’re positive it'll cool down the entire house?” you question one final time.

As if to prove his point, the electrician flicks a switch and the machine attached to the wall comes to life. The droning hum is annoying and would take some getting used to but it’s blowing the coldest air you’ve felt in a while. Both you and the electrician remain standing in front of it for a few seconds, basking in wonder.

Like magic, the heat-induced stress and tension leave your body all at once.

“Well then,” you say with a smile, “It’ll do.”

One week. Seven days. A hundred-and-sixty-eight hours of pure, absolute, uninterrupted bliss. You are in heaven! Your plants are flourishing as usual, and you aren’t sweating profusely like a pig for slaughter. Life is oh so good.

Until you wake up on the eighth day at four am with the worst case of cotton-mouth you’ve ever experienced.

You tumble out of bed, delirious from the sudden onslaught of heat that has transformed your bedroom into a sauna. Loose cotton sheets tangle with your ankles and you hit the ground, chin scuffing against the floor in your haste. The adrenaline pumping through your veins keeps you from wincing, or even feeling the pain. All you can hear is the sound of your own two feet pounding on the polished wooden staircase.

“Please, no, no, no, no—“

You sweep into the living room only to find the new air system is completely silent and no amount of switch-flicking or button-punching is going to change that. Mouth screwing into a scowl, you glare at the overpriced piece of junk with unbridled disdain.

This has become personal.

A hard smack from the palm of your hand to the surface of the machine echoes through the room—still nothing, not even a stirring. 

Big fat tears well up in your eyes. Whatever hormones fueling your rage are now flooding you with sadness. Your hand and chin are throbbing from the pain. The money spent on this crap was gone and now you’d have to shell out another hefty amount just to get it fixed. You want to pull out your hair in frustration.

Glancing around the room, everything is so still and calm. It’s still quite early in the morning, a few hours before dawn and you are tired as hell. The heat is making you lethargic, so after drying your tears and chewing on some ice cubes, you curl up on your sofa and go back to a fitful sleep.

.

.

.

Later in the day, you’re hanging clothes out on the line when your neighbor comes out to greet you.

She’s a grandma who lives alone except for when her grand kids come to visit, and despite her penchant for being a nosy gossip, you kind of like her. She waves and meanders over to the edge of her fence. 

“This is some heat, I tell you.”

“Right! I didn’t realize Morioh could even get this hot,” you pick up another sheet and toss it over the wire. “Would you believe that I spent two paychecks on an air conditioner that doesn’t even work.”

Your neighbor gives you a look of pity. “Oh dear, such a shame.” You watch as she adjusts the chairs and tables around her patio.

“You know, I have a teacher-friend with a son who has a knack for fixing things. Had him take a look at my plumbing a few weeks ago and he had it working right as rain. I can ask him to come by and take a look at it for you.”

You shuffle the empty bamboo basket in your arms. “I...guess that could work. Have him drop by sometime.” 

What’s the worst that could happen?

Two days later, you’re tending to your many plants—because you’d be damned if another died because of this heat—when a Greek god falls from the sky and onto your doorstep.

“Hi! I’m Josuke Higashikata, your neighbor said you had a problem with your air conditioner.”

To say you’re surprised would be an understatement: the young man standing on your porch is a damn stunner. His pouty lips, broad shoulders, and slim waist are more than enough to fuel a wet dream or two. Your brain short-circuits for a solid minute. Is it hot in here or what?

(And for once, you aren’t talking about the actual weather.)

He shifts nervously from one foot to another when you don’t immediately respond, but all you can do is stare. You’re thirsty for more than just a drink of water right now.

“Um,” he looks down at the sticky note in his hand and mumbles to himself. “This is the address, right?”

That snaps you out of your stupor. You internally berate yourself for looking like a gaping idiot in front of this knockout.

“YES! Ahem—yeah, y-you’re at the right place.” you move aside and allow him in. And good Lord, he’s tall. You wouldn't mind climbing that beanstalk.

Josuke is dressed in a striped yellow tee and pair of boardshorts that fit just right, a real sight for sore eyes.

You try not to swoon and realize rather belatedly that your own attire isn’t hiding much from view. Since the air conditioner stopped working, you reverted back to wearing tank tops and shorts around the house. Josuke, for what it's worth, isn't ogling you but he’s obviously noticed if his reddened cheeks are anything to go by.

“Right over here.” You say breezily.

The sway in your hips is subtle enough that it doesn’t look intentional. You guide him over to where the AC is sitting in the wall like a heap of scrap metal. Josuke didn’t bring any tools with him, so you’re skeptical about how he plans on fixing it. Honestly, even if he can't, you plan on making the most out of this.

You enter the kitchen adjacent to the living room, allowing him to take a look at the thing without you hovering.

As you’re straightening out the dining table, you ask, “So, how old are you, Josuke? You look a little young to be a handy-man.”

There’s a pause in his movements. “I just turned nineteen!”

Your fantasy dies a swift death somewhere deep within the dredges of your subconscious. Of course he’s young, as if you hadn’t noticed. Dialing back on the flirtation, you hum out an ‘oh cool’. The last thing you want to be is a cradle robber!

You aren’t that much older than him...but it still feels a bit wrong? You’ve never been with a younger guy before.

A startling hum resounds throughout the house and you feel a gust of cool air coming from overhead. Josuke has managed to fix it! You rush back into the room just in time to catch him stuffing his hands into his pockets.

“All done!”

“That—That was really quick? What was wrong with it?”

Josuke only shrugged. “Not sure, but it seems to be working now.”

You stare uncomprehendingly.

“So...was there anything else you’d like me to fix?”

Blinking you look around for something but come up short. “No, not unless you can bring plants back to life.”

Now it’s Josuke’s turn to blink as he takes a look around with wide eyes. He hadn’t noticed all the plants in the various corners of your home, he had been too distracted by—

“Which ones?” He says before he can stop himself.

You point to the succulent perched on the coffee table, it’s dried up and brittle in some parts, but it’s not completely dead. He kneels down to its height, touches some of its chubby petals. Then he silently calls on Crazy Diamond and with a single touch, it’s restored back to its normal health.

A few years post-Yoshikage Kira, Josuke has gotten a lot better with his powers, utilizing his stand with ease. He turns and gives you a smile and has no idea he’s giving you heart palpitations just by looking like that.

“Woah! Josuke, what the hell was that?”

“Ahh, it’s hard to explain. Just know it’s something I’ve been able to do since I was a kid.”

“Wow, th-that’s some trick,” you glance at your plant in shock. It’s literally back to normal. You recall all the time spent nurturing it, along with your other plants. All the sweat doled out during back-breaking gardening. How could you ever repay him for making sure your hard work didn’t go down the drain?

Before you know it, you have his face in your hands and you don’t know what the hell you're doing but you're holding him and staring tearfully.

“Thank you times a million. Seriously.”

Josuke just gulps and nods. “Uh huh, not a problem.”

You really try to ignore the way he’s staring at your lips or the heavy blush on his cheeks because, again, you are not robbing the cradle. With more self-control than you knew you had, you let go of his face and step back.

“S-So would you like some tea, or lemonade or—“

“Lemonade,” he says as he stands to his full height. “Lemonade is fine.”

You nod with your bottom lip trapped between your teeth. He is so cute. You scamper off into the kitchen and pull out a full pitcher of homemade lemonade. Meanwhile, Josuke is left to take a look around your house.

There are plants everywhere, most are leafy, green, and healthy. The ones that aren’t, get a boost from his stand power.

Josuke wants to compare your home to a jungle or the Amazon, but that’s not quite an accurate comparison. Even though there’s clearly a lot going on, it’s not cluttered or disorganized at all. It’s just...really freaking amazing! There’s even a flourishing terrarium built in the walls near the staircase.

With your obvious love for nature, Josuke thinks you’d get along great with Mr. Jotaro, but for some reason he doesn’t feel too inclined to introduce you two.

When you finally return, you catch Josuke eyeing your little turtle tank with a weird look.

“That’s Kame, I just got him a month ago.”

Josuke laughs, “Kame, huh? That’s pretty clever.”

“I thought so too,” you hand him the cold drink and as he takes it, his fingers graze yours. “He doesn’t do much, so if you’re expecting him to do a trick, you’ll be waiting a while.”

“Oh nah, it wasn’t that. I’m just…kind of afraid of the little guy.”

Biting back the urge to say ‘awww’, you usher him over to the engawa overlooking your vegetable garden. “A fear of turtles is understandable. But would you believe that I used to be afraid of fish?”

“Fish? No, I can’t say I would. But I also wouldn’t judge.”

You smile at that because of course, he wouldn’t judge you. “Yup, had a bad experience when I was five. My father used to live in Morioh, near the coast. He was a fisherman,” you pause, momentarily distracted by the bob of his adam’s apple as he takes his first sip.

“H-He umm, took me fishing once... and it was the first time I’d ever laid eyes on a real fish. Needless to say, I screamed my head off.”

“No! Seriously?” Josuke chuckles and it’s so contagious and addicting. Soon you're laughing too.

“I swear, I cannot make this up!”

“So, what happened?”

“Okay, so I’m screaming like a mad person and running away. You know what my dad does? That asshole chases me with the thing still dangling from his fishing rod.” You shake your head at the memory. “I literally got sick and threw up that night, and boy did my mom chew him out for it.”

“That sounds so hilarious and yet so traumatic.” He laughs again. “That’s terrible!”

“Right! I could never look at a fish after that or even be around them. It took years before I finally got over it.” You sigh and shake your head again.

Silence ebbs between you for a moment before Josuke clears his throat. 

“So, this might seem a bit forward, but would you like to go on a date with me?”

The question doesn’t register in your head all at once, leaving you to stumble over your words until you can finally think coherently. “Josuke I...I’m a bit older than you. Shouldn’t you go for someone more closer to your age?”

“No, and I’ve never believed age should stop two consenting adults from getting to know each other better.”

“Josuke, I’m old enough to be your big sibling though.”

He quirks his brow at that like you’ve just said something weird. “Well, Mr. Joestar, was like ancient when he met my mom so that really doesn’t bother me.”

For some reason, that comment breaks the tension. You barely hold back a grin. “This Mr. Joestar guy is your father then?”

“Biologically speaking, yeah. He’s pretty old now and I never really knew him, but my mom still loves him with everything she has.”

Okay. Now you are really having heart palpitations.

Josuke is exhibiting a surprising amount of maturity right now, making you eat your words about him being too young for you. Why did he have to be so convincing on top of being cute?

“Give me a chance,” he says. “I promise you won’t regret it.”

After mulling over it for a moment, you finally acquiesce.

“Alright, Josuke. One date, and we’ll see from there.” and just to catch him off guard, you peck his cheek. “Okay?”

“Y-Yeah! Of course, it’ll be perfect!”

Taking the empty lemonade glass from him, you both re-enter your home with smiles on your faces. Josuke stays a little longer and you both chat for a while then make plans for your date. You get to learn about how much of a hopeless romantic he is and how he’s a firm believer in love. He makes it very clear that he doesn’t want a fling and that he’s looking for long-term. All of these things surprise you, as they aren’t what you’d expect from someone as gorgeous as him.

By the time the sun is setting, you know it’s time for you two to part ways. Josuke stands at your foyer with pursed lips and a blush on his cheeks. “Can I...kiss you?”

To answer his question, you lean up and press a soft kiss on his mouth. Josuke’s strong arms snake around your hips, drawing you closer into his sturdy frame. His plush lips are gentle and pliant against your own. 

When Josuke finally pulls back he is presented with the sight of your closed eyes and kiss-reddened lips and it’s the most enthralling two seconds ever. He thinks you're so freaking beautiful.

“Alright handy-man,” you say as you give him one last peck on the corner of his mouth. “I’ll see you around.”

“Yeah, sure thing!”

Ironically enough, you have this nightmare of a heatwave to thank for your date with Morioh Cho’s favorite dreamboat.

[imagine-loki]

The Naughty Poltergeist

TITLE :The Naughty Poltergeist

CHAPTER: #1 of ?

AUTHOR'S: lokilover9 & velvetzybanshee

RATING: M

NOTES: This one shot is based on Loki having paid penance for ruining Thor's coronation. He never fell from the bifrost, nor attacked earth and is now free. Not to discount his true history, we just thought he deserved some happy. As for Felipe, he's based on the Spanish character Agador Spartacus, from the movie  The Birdcage and speaks in broken english. 

EXTRAS: Madre = mother  niña = girlfriend  panocha = pussy

Original Imagine  

Imagine thinking your new house is haunted. No one knows Loki lives there because he's always invisible and conjures furniture as needed. Disgruntled by your presence, he behaves like a poltergeist until one day you've had enough."I'm not leaving! Show yourself dammit!" Nothing happens for days and you think he's gone. Then while giving friends a tour, you find him naked on your bed drinking whiskey. "Cheers, darling. You did say show myself." Only you can see him and he follows you around like that for the remainder of their visit.

Loki was content residing on Midgard. With Thor King of Asgard remaining heavily influenced by Odin, he felt displaced as ever and decided to travel abroad. It was aloud providing he didn't hide from Heimdall and returned were the realm threatened, but that didn't mean he behaved. Midgard's continents teamed with beautiful maidens and Loki spent months at a time seducing them across the globe. Yet an introvert by nature, the constant socializing became exhausting. He needed intervals of solitude to rejuvenate his mind and cock. Indecisive of where, he conjured a world map, closed his eyes and randomly chose a location. 

First attempt. "A Frost Giant in the Amazon? I think not." 

Second. "Middle of the Bermuda Triangle? Know enough aliens already, thank you." 

Third. "Inside and active volcano? Fenrir's arsehole." He scoffed. 

Fourth. "Very well. Maine it is." 

The god settled in a vacant Victorian evicting its two following buyers with  'ghostly' shenanigans. Yet to the king of this miniature palace's annoyance the next didn't frighten so easily. 

Alexis was proud having bought her own house after a long divorce. Closer to friends and hours from meddling family, she'd thought herself free of troubles until sensing the place haunted. While unpacking, items started going missing and resurfacing in different places like her keys, clothing and once her vibrator after an evening of ménage à moi, disturbingly appeared in her dishwasher the next morning. Doors would slam, electricity short circuited, faucets unexpectedly ran, but most disconcerting was a voice randomly whispering 'mine' into her ear. Whether in the shower, her yard, doorways, the ghost didn't care. Alexis burned sage, had the house blessed, held a seance with a local paranormal group, but nothing helped. When returning after a long day at work to find half the main floor repacked, she angrily shouted into the air. 

"Ha ha, trickster! You don't scare me and I am 'not' leaving!" She held up a large envelope. "This is 'my' crib and here's the deed to prove it. Show yourself dammit!" Nothing happened so she put everything back, showered, grabbed her vibrator and stormed into the upstairs corridor. "And one more thing! See this? Touch it again and I'll summon your ass with a ouija board and douse you in holy water!" 

Loki inwardly chuckled. 'I'll be sure to bring a towel.' When she fell asleep reading in bed, he snuck a peek at what had intrigued her. 'Smutty fanfiction? Tisk, darling. Who could your heartthrob be? The name sounded familiar so he googled it. 'Ah, the actor from Crimson Peak. Good movie, but I'm much better looking. 'A wicked grin curled his lips when she moaned Tom's name. 'Maybe I need to play a little 'dirtier.'

With the next several days uneventful, Alexis thought she'd frightened the ghost off when in reality he was buying time. Since moving her in friends offered extra hands in their free time, but it was her befriended neighbor, a single gay man with a flamboyant, funloving personality who'd helped the most. They met one afternoon when she peered over his fence to complain about blaring Salsa music as he hosted a pool party. Felipe was sunbathing in a yellow thong, wearing sunglasses with enough bling to impress Liberace and choked on a shot of tequila when she whipped a pebble at his head. He invited her over with a promise to adorn shorts, they hit it off and became besties. 

Alexis planned to have other friends over for dinner one month after moving in, but with all the goings on had postponed twice. Now with a set date, Felipe was invited too and asked what she planned to cook.

"Who said anything about cooking? I suck at it Amigo and prefer no one hurling on my lawn." 

She waved a take out menu and he dramatically gasped. "Chinese food for eight people? Where you gonna put up you blow job booth to pay the mortgage after?"

Alexis smirked. "You're such a slut, Felipe."

He shrugged. "Happy whoopie stick makes a happy me."

"I think I've forgotten what they look like." 

"I show you mine, but no touchy touchy." She laughed, knowing he was kidding. "Too long without sex causes brain damage, niña. How long its been for you?" 

"Since my ex and I separated nineteen months ago."

"Ay dios mio. I lend you my Dustbuster for the cobwebs down there."

"Not funny, Felipe." 

"See. Abstinence makes everyone bitchy. My sister Maritza too. She was happy single before becoming a nun. Now she's Oscar the grouch with eyes like the chucky doll."

"How come you can pronounce words like 'abstinence' and 'cock' so well yet not others?" Alexis teased.

"Don't make me spank you. Come, we go shopping."

"For what?"

"I help you cook. We stay home and talk about cock, mine will curse me in Spanish. He's lonely too."

Alexis slipped on footwear. 

"Why you wearing those?" Asked Felipe.

"What's wrong with flip flops?" 

He stepped onto the porch. "You need something sexier, like bitch boots."

"It's ninety degrees in the shade today."

"So?"

Loki sighed when the door closed, relieved for some peace. He thought Felipe annoying enough as a neighbor yet worse as a guest who never stopped talking. So much so, he'd pondered concocting a tongue numbing spell, sneaking into his house and applying a heavy dose while he slept. But knowing his flair for drama, he'd run panicked to Alexis in the Boo from Monsters Inc. robe worn onto his deck every morning, carrying a note pleading to stay and until recovering, would hysterically sob each time he couldn't sing along to one of the show tunes on his phone. Loki opted to tolerate him for now. He'd be gone once Alexis left. 

The day of feasting came and while she handled finishing touches around the house, Felipe prepared guacamole dip and ingredients for fajitas while mixing margaritas. Hearing music, Alexis snuck to the kitchen and started recording him singing to Bad Girl, by Donna Summer while dancing like a hussy. 

"Toot toot, hey, beep beep

Toot toot, hey, beep beep

Hey mister, have you got a dime?

Hey mister, do you want to spend some time, ooh yeah

I got what you want, you got what I need

I’ll be your baby, come and spend it on me…"

He startled when noticing her.  "Girlfrien', you post that on social media, I kill you."

Alexis propped her phone on the counter and joined in wildly shaking her chest. 

Felipe tried the same. "No fair. I need big titties like yours to jiggle. Next time I bring tangerines and a bra."

Loki secretly watched on. 'Fucknuts.'

The three couples soon arrived. One, old neighbors of Alexis, Blake and Deidre, the others, her friends, Sage, Lisa and their newest flames Colby and Grant. She started a tour on the main floor then the upper leaving her bedroom for last. Excited to show it off, she was already opening the door as they shuffled out of the second.

"And this is my creme de la...eep!" She quietly squeaked once inside.

The resident spookster sat perched against her headboard sporting only what the Norn's delivered him to the universe in and winked pouring himself a whiskey. "You did say show myself, yes?"

She hurried out, slammed the door and her friends froze on approach. "Erm..wouldn't ya know I forgot to make my bed. Anyone for a drink?" 

Alexis passed them for the stairs and cringed when Deidre spoke. She was nice enough, but sometimes persistent when it wasn't welcome. "Nonsense, friends don't care. Right everyone?" 

Alexis continued down. "Enter at your risk then." 

Felipe watched her rush by into the pantry, close the door, followed and closed it too. "What you are doing?" 

"I can't go back out there."

"Why?" 

"He's upstairs naked on my bed." She anxiously whispered. 

"Which boyfriend? I take up the wooden spoon."

"No, the fucking ghost!" 

"It's a man? Is he hot and what do I tell your peeps? You afraid to come out of the closet?"

"Felipe!" 

"Sorry, it's the margaritas."

"I thought you the one person who believed my stories."

He eyed her sympathetically. "I do. You want I go bribe him to leave with a mcsqeezy?"

"Will you be serious? Ghosts aren't supposed to be naked. One look at him and everyone will think I invited them for an orgy." 

Blake and Grant came down first catching bits of their conversation and quietly conversed. 

"Can't believe she's still imagining this ghost." Blake wise cracked. "I always told Deidre she had a screw loose."

"Nah." Said Grant. "Lexi's a smart cookie. Sounds more like she needs a man. There's one inside with her. Maybe they'll shag, knock some shit off shelves." 

Felipe stuck his head out the door. "You not so quiet, cumquats. I gay. You want I show you my jolly green giant and shag 'you' inside against the creamed corn?"

Loki rubbed the back of his neck. 'I sacrificed prowling beaches of the French Riviera for this?'

Hearing the ladies coming, Alexis approached Blake and quietly inquired. "Still peeing in your wife's pond at night, murdering her koy? I'd see you through my bedroom blinds. Who's a few cans short of a six pack?" 

"Oooh snap." Said Felipe. 

Grant nudged the arse. "Let's chill in the dining room. There's a makeshift bar and appetizers."

The ladies entered the kitchen. "Who's a nincompoop?" Asked Deidre.

Felipe almost answered but pursed his lips together when Alexis loudly cleared her throat. "You know, just my ex."

"He sure is, honey." 

"Your bed's made, girl." Said Sage. "The room looks great." 

They all agreed passing through while thirty year old Lisa's younger boyfriend lingered. "Pretty awesome digs ya got here."

"Thanks." Replied Alexis.

Colby slid his hands into his pockets. "Soo..Lisa says you think it's haunted."

"Yep."

He spaced out for a second, staring at the floor. "I once thought a bat in our house was my dead uncle Howie haunting my parents for selling his mannequin of Vlad the Impaler. But hey, sometimes weird shit happens when you're stoned right?" Alexis and Felipe were saved when Lisa called him. "She misses me already. Laters." 

"He looks fresh from his madres panocha." Commented Felipe.

"That's the way Lisa likes them. Says the younger they are, the easier it is to train them."

Loki rolled his eyes. 'Age is irrelevant.'

Felipe feigned fright by playfully biting his nails. "She bad. Maybe Colby wear a leash and bark like a good doggy for her?" He goofily imitated one in a deep voice. "Woof, woof..woof. Or maybe he sound like an angry chihuahua?"

Alexis smirked. "I have my own problems. A streaking phantom who now makes unexpected appearances."

Felipe gave her a margarita. "Cheers. These make everything better." 

Alexis gulped down the beverage as he watched with raised brows. "Thanks. Next time that streaker appears, I'll just ignore him."

"Next time I give you smaller glass. Go enjoy you friends, niña"

She gave a thumbs up on her way out. "I got this. Easy peasy right?"

Loki mischievously grinned. 'Darling, I'm just getting started.

[osakaso5]

Momo Twelve Hits! Rabbit Chat Part 2: Request Hits 1

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Tsumugi: Thank you for joining, everyone. We'll be accepting requests for Momo-san's RADIO STATION Twelve Hits! here.

Tsumugi: I'll be your moderator, just like I was for IDOLiSH7 and TRIGGER. I look forward to chatting with you!

Momo: Heya, guys! ヾ(*´∀)(∀`*)ノ゛

Rinto: Thank you for taking the time to come here. We look forward to your requests for Momo-kun!

Yuki: We sure are ^^

Tamaki: Yukirin's been interrogating us every time he sees us

Momo: Interrogating!?

Yuki: Tamaki-kun, I'll come bring you King Pudding after this

Tamaki: Yaaay

Tamaki: 

Banri: What an aggressive distraction tactic.

Kaoru: Literal bribery.

Momo: Wait, what do you mean by interrogating? I need to know!

Yuki: What do you want, Momo?

Momo: Bribery isn't gonna work on me!

Yuki: I'll take time so serenade you for a whole day

Yuki: With complementary fanservice

Momo: Your bribery is working on me~ ((ヾ(*>∀<*)ノ))

Tenn: Are you sure about this

Ryunosuke: I'm sure it'll be a great day!

Momo: I'm happier than anyone in the whole universe right now! d(`・ω´・+)

Yamato: By the way, his interrogations were constantly asking us if we'd decided on a request for Momo-san yet.

Riku: Yamato-san just went and revealed it..!

Gaku: Merciless..!

Yuki: You've betrayed me, Yamato-kun

Yamato: I don't remember ever being on your side in the first place.

Momo: Wait, you asked everyone that!?

Mitsuki: Every time we saw each other at work, lol

Nagi: He sent messages when he could not see us face to face.

Sogo: I could really feel how strongly the two of you feel about each other.

Momo: Aaaaaaaaaah I'm so sorry, guys! lolololol

Yuki: I was curious about what they were going to request from you

Yuki: So I kept asking them, completely unconsciously.

Iori: So you're saying those messages were all sent unconsciously...

Tsumugi: It's making this request chat even more intense..!

Tsumugi: Let's get right to it. As always, we'll start with Tamaki-san, the youngest of us!

Tamaki: Yup

Tamaki: Can you do a reverse version of Re:vale's married couple thing?

Momo: You mean something like me being the husband who asks Yuki "What's for dinner, honey"???

Mitsuki: That's some high level marriage acting, lol

Tamaki: I mean Yukirin calling you a hunk and stuff

Momo: Huh!?

Momo: No way, absolutely not! If a hunk like him calls me a hunk, we'll get stuck in a hunk loop where I keep telling him, "No, you're  a hunk!"

Rinto: The word "hunk" is starting to lose all meaning! 

Yuki: Don't be silly. You're a hunk too, Momo.

Momo: You're such a hunk for complimenting me, Yuki..!

Gaku: So this is the hunk loop (lol)

Tamaki: lmao

Tsumugi: I'd love to see Re:vale's new (?) marriage routine..!

Tsumugi: Iori-san, you're next!

Iori: Right. I want Momo-san to woo the listeners with a phrase he thinks will make their hearts race.

Momo: Ah! Isn't that the request I came up with for your show!?

Iori: Yes. I thought I'd like to see you give it a try, as well.

Momo: Thanks for doing my request (・ω<)☆

Mitsuki: I know you said something about taking revenge on your show, but I'd totally forgotten about it..!

Momo: In other words, it's a challenge from you to me? I'm already itching to show off my skills, lol

Momo: You're gonna receive something that'll make you so flustered that you turn off the radio!

Momo: In short, my Heartthrob Cannon!

Gaku: Wait, what is it supposed to be short for!?

Ryunosuke: That sounds like a strong weapon from a shonen manga!

Nagi: You understand nothing, Tsunashi-shi. A Heartthrob Cannon is the kind of sweet technique magical girls use.

Iori: I'm going to receive some kind of nonsensical attack..?

Riku: I'll be checking whether or not your Heartthrob Cannon has an effect on Iori!

Momo: I'm counting on ya, Riku (゜▽^d)

Riku:

Iori: Besides, I want you to woo the listeners, not me!

Tsumugi: I feel like if  anyone will find the words  to make even Iori-san's heart skip a beat, it's Momo-san..!

Tsumugi: Riku-san, it's time for your request.

Riku: Okay! Mine is to try out personality tests! 

Riku: Have you done any before? It's really fun, you find out things you didn't even know about yourself!

Momo: Wow! I've played around with that kinda stuff, but never seriously. That sounds fun~!

Riku: There's this app for doing them, and I've been using it a lot. You can do them over short work breaks, or when you're on the move.

Yamato: Riku's personality was something like, "Rude and uncharming. Doesn't even care if you think he's cute or not~" (lol)

Momo: Are you sure that's accurate!?

Riku: I thought I should get rid of my spoiled emotions and become more honest..!

Iori: Please stop phrasing it in such a familiar way.

Momo: But you're super honest already, lolololol

Tenn: There's no way that test was accurate

Momo: That sounds like a fun app. I'm kinda curious to see what I'd get, lol

Momo: It'll be fun to challenge the app to see into my heart (*`ω´)

Riku: I'll tell you the name of the app later!

Ryunosuke: But if he checks it now, what will he do for his request corner!?

Riku: Aaaah! I forgot!

Momo: Riku, you're just the cutest~ (○´∀`)σ)д`○)♪

Tsumugi: Personality tests, now that sounds fun! Riku-san, tell me what app you're using later, too...

Tsumugi: Kujo-san, you're next!

Tenn: Right. Mine is to tell the fans something you want them to know.

Tenn: I felt that was one of the strengths of hosting a radio show by yourself during my Twelve Hits! broadcast.

Tenn: It lets you engage with your listeners properly. I think they'll be happy if you remind them how you feel about them

Momo: Great idea! I don't get to so solo radio shows often, and I do have a ton of stuff to tell my fans!

Gaku: You're pretty quick to tell the fans how much you appreciate them during lives, too.

Mitsuki: Yep! It always makes me think about how happy your fans must be that you love them so much!

Sogo: Same here. Because you respond positively to your fans' feelings of affection, it lets them know that they're allowed to like you.

Tamaki: Can't they  just like you anyway?

Sogo: Of course they  can. But doing that gives them a sense of security that makes them happier.

Tenn: That's important.

Ryunosuke: We should be more aware of that, too.

Gaku: Yeah!

Momo: Our job isn't to smile at our fans, it's to make them smile.

Momo: I know what kinds of miracles idols can make happen. So I just want to share the happiness I've received!

Yuki: I knew you were a hunk, Momo

Momo: No, that's you \(´д`;)ノ

Yamato: That started out nice, but you ended up going straight back to the married couple (?)  shtick again.

Tenn: I learn a lot from Re:vale's lives, too

Tsumugi: I think I understand why Momo-san makes people so happy a bit better now..!

Tsumugi: Nagi-san, you're next.

Nagi: I have a wonderful request for Mister Momo :-)

Nagi: He may ask anything he wants of me, and I will do it.

Momo: Wait, so it's a reverse request!?

Nagi: Precisely. Re:vale have been good senpais to IDOLiSH7, so I want to repay you somehow.

Nagi: It most certainly has nothing to do with me being unable to come up with a request.

Momo: You're so upfront about this, lolololol

Mitsuki: Nagi, you little...

Tenn: As always, your generosity only extends to members of IDOLiSH7.

Nagi: Whatever do you mean?

Momo: Your reasons aside, you're gonna fulfill my request properly, right?

Nagi: Of course. Whether it is an all-night Cocona marathon or merchandise hunting in Akihabara, I will help you with anything you want.

Iori: That's nothing but your own hobbies, Rokuya-san...

Momo: That sounds kinda fun! I don't really do either of those things, so it might help me find a new hobby!

Yuki: Another one?

Yuki: Make it  something you can do at home

Momo: Don't worry! I'll make sure not to even look at the TV if I'm watching the DVDs with you \(*´∀`)ノ

Banri: Yuki... Can't you at least let Momo-kun do what he wants in his free time?

Yuki: Momo's too busy

Momo: You're a hunk even when you sulk, Yuki~!!!

Nagi: Wait a second. Even if Cocona would forgive such an insincere way of appreciating her, I will not.

Nagi: You must devote every fiber of your being to watching her!

Momo: Your Cocona marathons must be pretty hardcore, lol

Momo: I'll think of something you can do for me~(・∀・)ゞ

Tsumugi: I'm excited to see Nagi-san's request get chosen!

Tsumugi: Sogo-san, you're next!

Sogo: Yes. Mine is to talk about something you're secretly proud of.

Sogo: It can be some kind of special skill, too. You've got a wide range of interests, so I thought you probably have many skills, as well. It'd be nice to know something completely new about you.

Momo: Huh!? I don't think I've got anything to brag about, lol I'm just an average guy, lol

Gaku: An average guy couldn't become a top idol!

Ryunosuke: You're setting a very high bar for what counts as average..!

Sogo: I won't mind if it's something really small, so could you please do it..?

Momo: I'm sure I've got some, but I'm not coming up with anything...

Tsumugi: What kind of secret skills could you have, I wonder..?

Choices/outcomes:

1. Maybe you're really good at cutting your own hair?

Momo: I cut it myself sometimes, back when we were really broke, lol I got pretty good at it. I even cut Yuki's hair a few times!

2. Maybe you can predict when your phone is about to ring?

Momo: I'd have to be psychic to do that, lol Though I like to think I've got a sharp sixth sense!

3. Maybe you can take a nap while making it look like you're still awake?

Momo: Back in school, I did that a lot in morning classes because I was tired from soccer practice, lol Don't you think Iori and Tamaki could pull it off, too?

Momo: Hmm... Sorry  for being so slow! I’ll  think of something by  the show! 

Sogo: It's fine! I look forward to your broadcast.

Riku: Excuse me! Can we take a little break!?

Riku: Yamato-san's in kind of a bad shape..!

Momo: Huh!? Did something happen to him? Is he okay!?

Mitsuki: We don't know. He's getting hounded by Iori and Tamaki..!

Gaku: A fight..!

Sogo: It's not anything that serious...

Mitsuki: The geezer forgot a whoopee cushion in the living room, lol

Ryunosuke: As in, the thing that makes a fart noise when you sit on it?

Momo: Ah... Now I get what's going on, lol

Tsumugi: The message log has gotten so long that we may as well take a little break!

Rinto: Right. We'll resume in just a moment!

[badcowboy69]

High Kaydia Heartthrob

Here’s a small bit of an AU of sorts having Travis and his husband Riley featured in the universe I created years ago.  It’s a planet that’s all “old west” but with some modern luxuries to it.  It’s all part of my almost 500 page novel I wrote about me and my bad cowboy.  And before anyone asks, NO you cannot read it nor will it ever be posted anywhere.  It’s a guarded treat I only let those near and dear to my heart read.  Anyhoo...this is a small spin off of sorts from the saga @fuzzyelves and I created recently.  I hope anyone that reads this enjoys it and I’m more than willing to answer any questions about it. Placed under the cut for length.  Enjoy!

My ride home from High Kaydia was finally over and I wearily guided my horse, Chance, up the dirt path of my parents’ ranch to the shaded comfort of the barn.  The ranch was quiet, which was unusual, but for that I was thankful.  I wasn’t wanting to deal with my parents and their curious questions right now.  My mind was already a flurry of activity and I didn’t want it clouded with anything else.  

Dismounting, I began to remove Chance’s tack and put it to the side so I could tend to his needs first.  I wiped the sweat and froth from his body then checked and cleaned his hooves.  Satisfied with his well being, I led him to the gate leading to the pasture and let him loose.  He gave a shrill whinney seeing his friends and galloped off.  I sighed as I watched him run with Ghost, Domino, Sundance, and all the other horses of my mom’s small herd.  My thoughts went to Riley’s horse, Indigo, and I imagined her running alongside them.

“Shit!”  My daydream shattered as I remembered I promised to call Riley to let him know I arrived home safely.  Jogging back to the barn, I gathered up my pack and quickly made my way to the house.  Stepping inside I noticed how empty and quiet it was and I wondered where my folks were.  Then again, maybe it was better I didn’t know!  Blushing at the thought, I went to the phone and fished Riley’s number out of my wallet.  After requesting to be connected, I stood nervously while twisting the phone cord around my fingers in anticipation.

“White’s General and Supply.  Riley speaking.”

My heart about soared hearing the smooth tones of Riley’s voice and a pleasant wash of warmth surged through me.  “Hey there, mister.  Wondering if y’all got any sickle blades in stock?”

Following a small bit of silence, I heard a soft gasp on the other end followed by, “Oh, Travis it’s you!  I take it you’re home now?”

“Yeah, not happily, though.  I really wish I coulda stayed on another night,” I frowned, finding an unfamiliar yearning in my entire being to be in Riley’s company once again.  

“Likewise.” was the short answer followed by an uncomfortable pause.  I knew he had to be missing me like I was him.  At least I hoped.  After a few moments, he continued.  “I...I really had a great time with you last night, Travis. I hope that we can hang out and do it again very soon.”

I nodded to myself then directed my eyes towards the window hearing my mom’s joyful laughter from somewhere outside.  I had to make this quick.  “M-me too.  Um...listen, my folks are gonna be here any minute now and I’m sure they’re gonna harass me about stuff so I better scoot.  I’ll try and give you a call tonight if you want.”

“That sounds good.  Actually, I can call you if you’d like?  After dinner maybe?  We could probably discuss plans about my coming to visit you.  Maybe later this week?  How does that sound?”

I couldn’t contain the huge grin that spread across my face hearing that.  He truly did want to continue seeing me!  I cleared my throat and pushed my hat off my brow.  “S-sounds perfect!  I’ll...I’ll be looking forward to hearing from you then.  Thanks again for everything.  Talk to you soon!”  After I heard him bid me goodbye for now, I hung up the phone and sighed.  I didn’t want to miss him, but I did.  I only hoped it wouldn’t be too long until we saw one another again.

The screen door squeaked loudly indicating that someone entered the house and I turned to see my mom carrying a basket of eggs.  “Well, there’s my adventurous son home at last!” she exclaimed while putting the basket on the counter.  “How was your trip?  Did you manage to get the saw blades?”

“Y-yeah, I did.  Got ‘em in my saddlebags back in the barn.  I have to get ‘em and put my gear away soon.  Thought I’d come in and get a cold drink, first.”  Giving one last glance at the phone, I went to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of beer.  As I twisted off the cap, I noticed my mom was leaning against the counter with her arms crossed in front of her chest and a knowing smile on her lips.  I felt my cheeks warm with a blush and I quickly turned away.  “I...uhh...I better go and get those blades and tack put away afore pa gets sore at me leaving things lying around.”

“Sounds like a good idea,” she replied.  

I felt her eyes still on me as I guzzled down the beer.  I was about to put the empty bottle on the counter when she stepped in front of me and placed her hand on my arm.  I looked sheepishly at her and bit my lower lip.  “Anything wrong?”

“What’s he like?”

I paled.  “Wh-who?”

“The man in High Kaydia who caught your fancy.  Travis, you can deny it all you want, but a mother knows these things.” 

I rubbed the back of my neck and looked away, but felt her hand on my cheek turning me face her again.  “It’s nothing to be upset about.  I’m glad you found someone who’s special enough for you to keep busting up blades over and making a two hour ride to go and get.  I take it he’s a store keep?”

I nodded shortly making her smile gently.  She patted my cheek and nodded in approval.  “Well, whenever you’re ready to share details about him, I’d love to hear them.”  She pulled me into a tight hug and sighed.  “And don’t worry about your father.  As much as he squawks about that town, he’ll trust your judgement.  Now, go get your stuff put away before he does find something to squawk about.”

Nodding, I pulled from her embrace and hurriedly slipped out the backdoor and headed to the barn.  As I hung up the new sickle blades in the workshop, I heard my pa’s fox cries of “Yip, yip, yip!” out in the distance indicating that he was herding up our few cows for their routine inspection.  I was glad as it also meant he wouldn’t be crossing my path anytime soon.  Even though ma said he wouldn’t have issues with my having a possible love interest in High Kaydia, I still didn’t want to deal with any probing questions or comments.

Love interest?  

I snorted at that thought and began to give my tack the once over before putting it all away in their appropriate spots.  Heading back to the house, my mind drifted to Riley again.  Could he truly become a love interest?  I sure would like to hope so.  Although romancing and stuff really isn’t something I’m all too familiar with, I ain’t exactly too green with it either.  Mostly it was the random cowboy that moseyed onto our ranch looking for temporary help before he continued on his way.  Handsome face, kind heart, sweet talker.  Never amounted to anything, really.  Maybe a few casual outings...usually a smooch or two, maybe a handjob, but I never let it go beyond that.  Why bother?  Why get emotionally and physically involved with someone I probably would never see again?  Or even want to.  Shit like that always left me feeling unsatisfied and dirty anyways.  I also never pictured myself to be the relationship kind of guy none either.

So, why Riley?  What makes my feelings for him different?  

I grabbed another beer from the fridge before continuing to my room, scooping up my discarded pack along the way.  I slung it on the bed and closed the door with a sigh as I twisted the cap off my bottle and took a deep drink almost emptying it.  “Dammit.”  I sat heavily on the bed and pulled off my boots, wiggling my toes to get the circulation back in them from being cramped up from the long ride home.  Flopping backwards, I closed my eyes and draped my arm over my brow.  I wanted to nap, but now that I was alone and relaxing, my mind had other ideas.

Riley.

Again with Riley.  

I groaned and rubbed my face with my hands then stared up at the ceiling.  There was no denying I had it bad for him and I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not.  It couldn’t be bad, though, could it?  I mean, he made me feel great!  I love listening to him talk and I love simply being in his company.  I love hearing him laugh at my dumb jokes or antics.  I love the surge of warmth or tingles that went through me from any thought, any touch...any time those gorgeous blue eyes of his gazed at me.  And don’t even get me started about that red hair!

Lordy!  When he permitted me to touch it last night I could have died right there on the spot!  

I rolled over on my side, grabbed my pillow, and clutched it tightly to my chest.  My arms ached to hold him again.  My lips ached to kiss him again.  I started yearning to have his body pressed against mine like it was last night when we kissed goodnight in the shadows along the side of the bed and bath.  The first kiss we shared by the campfire was plenty amazing as it was, but the goodnight kiss?  Woo boy!  I never wanted it to end!  

Riley had me backed against the side of the house with his hands clutching my hips keeping me close against him.  My hands were busy fussing with his amazing red hair, of course.  Riley was murmuring a few gentle compliments, but I hardly heard them 'cause my concentration was somewhere else...mostly on how close we were.  I held him tight, my fingers pressed against his back while I secretly wished for our shirts to be off.  I wanted so badly to feel the heat of his freckled skin against mine in the cool evening air.     

I now began wondering just how much hair covered his chest and I not only imagined myself gliding my hands over it, but also found myself shifting my thoughts to his freckles.  I also began to wonder to what extent those freckles went on him and if I’d be lucky enough to touch every one someday.  Did they cover his back?  Did they dot his legs?  Hell, did they go throughout his inner thighs?  The hell with touching them, I think I’d much rather glide my tongue over them!  A groan escaped my throat with that fantasy and once again I imagined us up in a hay loft.  To explore him in those small, but intimate ways would surely be a dream come true!

I sighed and turned over onto my back, still clutching my pillow against me.  I also discovered my left hand had a will of its own and it managed to slip down the front of my britches without my even realizing.  I blushed and immediately yanked my hand from there.  What the hell is wrong with me?  I ain’t never felt like this way about nobody before.  As badly as I wouldn’t mind getting closer to him than our light smooches and touches, I really wanted to learn a bit more about him along the way.  I mean, you could find someone that could be the best lay in the world, but if they were a horrible or boring person then no amount of fucking would be worth it.

Thankfully, I already knew from the small bit of time spent with Riley there was no way in hell he was boring.  So far every moment we were together was fun and amazing.  Hell, every time I was around him I felt my heart soar!  And with his gentle personality I seriously doubted he was a horrible person none either.  Still, there was so much more to learn about him and I truly hoped he’ll teach me for a long, long time to come.  

  Fin~  for now....