#my gifs and going 'hey i wonder what's up with that lemme check' is very low but if such an event happened i would HATE to be guilty of

[woodypellets]

Tickle dream?

Ok so yesterday I had a tickle dream(not sure how or why)

but basically it was abt my oc so i thought, "Hey why don't i write this down?" soo doing that now

But since i never talk abt my oc lemme do a quick explaining

Alco: A female ghost, doesn't have left eye ball. The most sensitive on both physical and mental out of the group. after death doesn't really remember how she died. Looks more like a fox puppet rip off, but doesn't have button eyes, strings and less color. Pretty tall, and is the oldest out of all, she also has this big smile on her face. Has always been the ler mind some how at first. she always act very...mysterious. Her limb can bend different ways and has a good poker face. Talks with a voice box so her voice is kinda cracky.

Deen: the middle child, the brother of Alco and Ashley(they aren't bio related tho). This...is zombie boi, he usually is in his illusion disk to look human, he has purple and white hair which makes him very special(also why I personally like him a lot :D) not the brightest of all but has a very...interesting humor. he's teasy brother type, but when he is working he really just need a little, maybe a tickle break?

Ashley: The youngest sibling, acid monster? The thing i like abt her is her little mint gloves, that's it. Half blind, Alco's bio sister. she can't feel the sense of touch but still has some interest in tickling. That one always nice nice sibling, yes. uhhh did i say she was half blind yet? Oh ok.

ft. lee!Alco, ler!Deen(a side character) and ler!Ashley Warning: this is a sfw tk fic, bad grammer

EK HEM- ~narrator moment~

"And you said this is gonna...what?" ask the ghostly girl.

"Ohhh it's just gonna do a quick scan on you so your illusion disk can look more like you!" Answered her younger sister.

"And to be scanned you'll be lining riiiight there!" she said as she pointed to a top bunk bed which they are sitting under (and i swear i have never in my life seen that bed before) ".

"And what is he doing here?" Alco gave a ✨bombastic side eye✨ to the boy next to her munching on who knows what.

"Oh I'm just here to watch. :3 " Deen exclaimed shaking his feet like a 4 years old.

"Don't worry, this won't hurt a bit!" Ashley sai- "i think." ...she muttered. "whats ya say?"

"OH NOTHING. Lets gets started!"

"Okay??" Alco said with a slight questionable look.

Alco then...idk just lay down there ig, then Ashley and Deen looked at the monitor (wonder where that come from).

As Alco was laying there two hands appeared above her (btw Ash and Deen can't see what's going on up there) making her a little nervous, but everything was chill when it started scanning slowly from top to bottom in one go. But! the silence didn't last that long until...

"hm" a small high pitched noise that is almost unherdable came out of Alco.

"huh?" Ashley confusingly looked at her.

"Oh nothing, just felt it was too silence like no one was here~"

Good thing Alco had a very strong poker face, or those stubby hands holding her arms would've already make her giggle like crazy!

"Ok...? we'll just continue the-"

"AH"

"...are you ok?" Ashley asked

"yehes" Alco stuttered out letting a few giggles slip out.

"...drama?" Deen being Deen ig :/

So they all pretend that didn't happen, but Ashley did have a little suspicion (insert among us remix).

Although Alco was good at hiding her expression but it wasn't long before she had fallen in to small giggle fits when the scan hands started scanning/touching her tummy.

"hehehhehehaha Nohohoo!" Alco giggled out squirming a little.

"Uhh what's going on up there? Everything alright?" Ashley checked one more time to make sure if her theory was correct (IS JUST A THEORY, A GA- no we're not doing that.)

"YES, Im sureEheh" Alco struggled a bit while giggling it out, as the fingers slowly moved on her.

But at this point it looked like the scan hands were doing it on purpose! It twirled and twisted her hips and belly as if it was trying to squeeze all the butterfly giggles out of her, which most definitely made her flail like crazy despite that most of her sensitive parts the middle areas.

So covering her mouth trying hard not to move so much just to get this over with, the hands danced to her knees.

…ticklish knees much?

"EEEHEEH-" Looks like it made our little Coco here shriek! But somehow, Ashley did not make a peep. As if she didn't hear a thing, but after the first experience I'm pretty sure we all know what's going on here ;) or...do we?

"...a puzzled void noise..." Yes, Deen still didn't know what was going on after all that, but slowly picking up some stuff.

"hM...pff..." Alco tried to speak but she couldn't even talk without letting out a squeal and a giggle in it. Biting her lips, she wanted to kicked those hands of but GOD those hands are strong one holding both of her ankles one scanning tickling her legs.

"Uhuhhm, Ahahshly is this Ahall most ohohver?"

Ashley replied to her question still playing along, "oh stop being a whiney baby, yes its almost over just. Just about to finish up the last part."

Through her giggles, the scanning finally stopped.

"Phew" Finally thinking that the ticklish feeling stopped, she sat up rubbing her cheeks brushing the blush on her cheeks. But suddenly...

"Ok onto the 'finish up' we go!" Ashley called out.

"Wait huh???" Before Alco could even react, the two scan hands flipped her over (idk how flip, like an egg I guess) scanning from bottom to top.

Now the thing is, all of Alco's tickle spots happen to be right behind her. Her spine, her shoulder lines, heck even he back of her head is a weak spot!

"whA-W-WHAIT! Now i don't think i need this illusion disk scan anymore, hhaha. I thinK it's PREtty fine the wAHAy it is right now! HEHE." Alco couldn't help but let out her wobbly smile.

"oh is that so, hm? Welp, can't stop what ya started!" With no regret while saying that.

"NO-" Not even letting her finish her sentence two more hand (fr I have no idea where that came from-) holding her arms down incase she tries to get up. The other two free hands went up to the lower part of her back and just look at the next part alone you can tell how bad that was XD

"NOHO WAIT, STAHAHP PLeaHESE HEHE THaT tICKLES EEP!!" She couldn't help but flail like a fish out of the water.

"Oh does it now? I never knew! Guess you'll have to just endure it then~" Ashley told her with a slight taunt-ish tone.

"EHEHVIHEL EviL HEHEHE" she laught out loud. "ThiS IS TERRIBLEHEHE!" pushing her face into a pillow hiding her pink and blushy face

"well if you think THATS terrible then wait for this!" Her brother Deen giggled alone as the hands moved up to her neck and the back of her head.

At this point Alco was going hysterical was kicking, twiching and clawing on the bedsheet, hmm maybe it was a little to overwhelming for her. But hey! Atleast she was having fun ;)

"TIHIME OHOHUHTT NOHOHO MOREHEHE NOMORENOMOREPLEASE HAHAHA."

"Ok just gonna finish this up...there!" Ash said as she turned of the scanner.

"you good there Al? you seem a little giggly ;)" Deen teased.

while on the other hand, "not.*hic* fuhnny..." Alco replied to him.

ANND THEN I WOKE UP :D

thats it

[beybeys-world]

hey could you so some steve head cannons like general dating head cannons mid relationship

Hi Anon!! Congrats on being my very first request :)) sending virtual hugz your way!! Since a specific season wasnt listed, i'll be going off on season 3 and 4.

Warnings: Mentions of drunk steve, suggestive parts, mentions of pda, fluff, needy steve, gender neutral reader! (lemme know if i missed any!

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I just KNOW for a fact he would visit you during his work breaks. Whether its a lunch break or a "I'm gonna take 20! be right back Robin!" break (which happen quite often) which robin ALWAYS replied "YOU SAID THAT NOT EVEN AN HOUR AGO STEVE!!"

During breaks he would probably take you out to eat or bother you at your job (hes a little shit i swear). But.. if hes extra needy he'd like to take you to your jobs break rooms to "help" If yk what i mean.

Being close with Robin is an absolute MUST!! Both you and her ganging up on Steve is an average routine! You both bond very well!!

Free Icecream 4 LIFE!! Every flavor in the icecream parlor you had already tried atleast twice due to Steve insisting you try every flavor or make weird combinations. He doesnt mind since "Somebodys gotta eat the icecream!" he says.

When he was drugged by the russians and you found him, he was quite the sappy and giggly drunk. He would be very clingy and be "upset" if you ever seperated not even 1 inch away from him. In reality drunk Steve cant keep an angry face without breaking it into a smile then kissing you. You hear lots of "Y/NNN where are you goinggggg" or "hey hey hey, dont let go of meeee, babyyy" from the giggly boy.

After being hired at the new Family Video Store Steve often has movie nights with you. Like the icecreams you've probably seen all the movies in the store atleast once or twice no matter how cheesy. Due to slow retail he LOVES it when you visit him.

He likes sneaking into your window just to "hangout and chat" but often times he purposely falls asleep in your arms so he can spend the night.

Hes very particular about his hair and wont let anyone touch his hair but you. Well he doesnt LET you but complains about it. Deep down he loves it. "HEY HEY HEY WATCH THE HAIR BABE!!" Ruffling this boy's hair will get a reaction out of him but secretly hes asending to the heavens. Sometimes when cuddling he'll just place your hand on top of his head, signifying to ruffle it.

Always somewhat intertwined with you. Locking pinkies, holding hands, his hand in your pocket. He isnt absolutely huge on heavy PDA in public. Hugs and kisses are fine with him in public but he prefers the other stuff in private. wink wink

Despite the bickering with Dustin he always insists you sit upfront with him when hes driving. Holds hands with you when he drives.

Steve Harrington LOVES your laugh, and he LOVES making you laugh even more. Expect laughing until your ribs hurt with this precious gentlemen.

Dating Steve Harrington also comes with adopting his children too! Your very close with Dustin but even closer with max since she can relate to you the most. The kids have grown a liking to you!

Hope these were enjoyable for you Anon!! Thanks for requesting!! Please send requests if you have any or check out my masterlist! (both linked at the top of this post) Have a wonderful day/night!

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[buckybarnesdiaries]

white wolf: “the story of a first date”

first part — second part — third part — fourth part (soon)

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bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Sam helps Bucky to ask you out for a date and it's a disaster, but he gets it.

word count: 3.147 words. (not sorry, it worth it, i promise!!!)

warnings/tags: none. bucky being the cutest gentleman in the whole wide world, and sam keeping an eye on him.

author notes: as it happened with the first part, i'm not really happy with the result but i had so much fun writing it and i think that that made this writing perfect, so i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed it. none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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The car stopped because of a red light, a moment where Sam took the advantage to turn at his copilot, glancing at Bucky from top to bottom in complete silence. Analyzing him. The soldier tilted his head raising an eyebrow, showing his curiosity about what the hell he was doing.

“What are you gonna wear, uh?” Sam asked then, maintaining a serious gesture on his face.

“Clothes”. Unworriedly, he put back his eyes to the front window.

“You probably look good naked, but that’s not what I’m talking ‘bout”.

“Just… some jeans, a shirt, and a jacket”.

“And shoes, I guess”.

Bucky turned on his seat towards his friend, squinting confused for the interrogatory. “Who cares?”

“About the shoe—”

“About the clothes”.

“Man, it’s a date! Do you wan’her to remember this night as the night Bucky Barnes shown up as a Russian bum?”

“I’m from Brookl—”.

“Yeah, but you look like mother Russia just spat you to the world”.

Sam rolled his eyes as a sigh escaped his mouth. Shaking his head, he took the next corner to the fifth avenue changing the planes they had in mind. A good outfit meant a good date. A good date meant happy soldier. Happy soldier meant no trouble. See the point? So the Falcon would take care of the Winter Soldier today. If only Steve could see them. He’d feel proud, that was for sure. They visited a couple of shops, finally letting Sam take control over the situation and pick the clothes he would wear for you. He had good taste, everybody knew that, and Bucky couldn’t complain about his choices.

Even less when the distinctive black suit dressed his anatomy to perfection. Spinning around in front of the mirror, he felt different. He looked different. He looked good, but not as he’d like. Holding the bucket of flowers once he was ready, Bucky left his apartment straight to the garage under the building. He was nervous, he couldn’t lie. But he had that sensation inside him that made him believe everything would be okay for the first time since he woke up.

The road didn’t take him more than ten minutes, not really worried about the time given that he had planned to arrive a little sooner than accorded. Life seemed like it was smiling at him, finding a parking lot in the same entrance. Landing his blue eyes on the rearview mirror, Bucky took a last view at his reflection, brushing back his hair as he used to do in the forties. He grabbed then the flowers he bought for you and stepped out of the car, trying to remember the advice Sam gave him. Resting his back against the copilot's door, he waited impatiently for you.

“Hey, you”.

His heart stopped for a second, raising his orbs to the man coming closer. Before he could react, the man in question tucked a hand beneath Bucky's jacket. Patting him down.

“What the hell are you doing, Sam?” He questioned irritatedly, slapping his hands and causing him to laugh.

“Just checking you didn't bring the notecards again”.

“Yeah, very funny…”

“Man, look at you! Should be illegal to look this good, uh?” Sam helped him to put on the jacket again, receiving another slap from his friend.

“Don't touch me”. Scowling, he fixed the flowers in his left hand, wanting them to be perfect. “Anyway, what are you doing here?”

“Watch you till (Y/N) comes. Lemme take a picture, I feel like a proud father on his son's prom day”.

“You're not m— Get the hell outta here, Sam”.

“Fighting again, kids? Should I call your mama?”

As Bucky heard you scoff, his soul abandoned. His pupils dilated. His legs trembled. And he could swear that everything disappeared around him when he watched you going downstairs, swinging your hips unconsciously sensual, with a black dress fitting you like a glove. If this morning Bucky wanted to marry you, now he wanted to spend the rest of his life by your side. Your makeup was on point, just like your hair, not being too formal but enough to run him out of words.

“Steve is off-duty, so, what 'you gonna do, soldier?” Sam mocked, an instant before noticing how pale Bucky was. He couldn't help but slap the back of his neck to bring him back to reality.

“I, uh… flowers… I bought you…”

“You're not Yoda”. Sam whispered as the other offered you the present.

“C'mon, stop messing with him”. You clicked your tongue, right before you drew an adorable smile on your lips, leaning to kiss Bucky's cheek. “Thank you”.

“You're welcome”. He just answered, responding to your same gesture while opening the door for you.

“Such a gentleman…” His playful murmur made Bucky frown and nudge him, trying to stop him from saying anything else and ruin the occasion.

“I'll bring him back at ten”. You joked palming his chest.

“The point is to not bring him back to me”. Sam cackled, shaking his head and taking a step back.

Once in the car turning on the engine, James joined the road after checking you were good. Never in his life he had driven with so much care as if he was carrying a bomb by his side. He set on the radio, not really knowing how to start a conversation, watching you through the corners of his eyes caressing the flowers over your lap. No one had bought you them before, thinking it was a thing that only happened in movies. But then, you met Bucky. An old-fashioned man, making yourself wonder how he was the same the news used to say he was a cold-blood assassin.

“What have you thought?”

“Uh?”

“About the date”.

“Sam told me about a rest—”.

“Okay, okay, Bucky. Pull over”. You couldn't help but burst into laughter, as his face was pale again thinking you were about to step out and end the date.

“Sorry, did I…?”

You swiveled at him on your seat, kissing your teeth and squinting inevitably. Studying his face you knew how afraid he was, and it was the most adorable reaction ever. You could have kissed at that precise instant, but it'd have been a little awkward.

“Where do you wanna go?”

The question didn't take him by surprise, actually. He was still getting used to doing the things he desired and not what other people asked him to do. The restaurant was a fancy place with a distinguished menu according to what his friend explained to him, but it wasn't the kind of site that he'd normally go, or that represented him.

“When I, uh… came back, I discovered that my favorite burger joint in Brooklyn was still standing”. Bucky told you, facing you after finishing the sentence. “They prepare the best burgers of the whole New York and you can decide what ingredients add, and the bread, and the kind of meat. And it still having the original decoration”.

You reclined on your seat, just staring at him talking with that kind of burning passion about something he loved. Puckering your lips, you nodded your chin. The fact that not only he wanted to take you to a different place, but a place that he used to go to when he was young made butterflies flutter within your belly. Bucky wanted to make you part of his future, but also his past. That made the difference.

“Sounds good to me”.

“Really?” He inquired funnily confused, wrinkling his nose and forehead.

“Really”.

The shine that appeared within his eyes made you place a hand on his cheek to urge him to turn his head and drive again. An innocent gesture that provoked him a lively giggle. If that man knew all the things he caused you, he'd have taken the step months ago.

As the night went on and Bucky was losing his shyness, he talked to you about the good old times. Before HYDRA, before the winter, before the war. When he was a kid with no worries more than keeping Steven safe from the bullies. It was nice to disconnect from the present, from the gazes around the two of you, from the back talks, only enjoying your dinner and your conversation. You talked to Bucky about how was to be raised on a farm, surrounded by open fields and animals, to join the army years later. Without going into details that could make him remember the old bad times, you told him about what you used to do, your missions, and how you were wounded in combat after being shot and fell from a helicopter.

Bucky felt confident enough to compare it with how everything started. Falling from a wagon to the snow. But as soon as his voice became lower, you couldn't help but hold his gloved left hand and intertwine your fingers with his. And you could swear you felt him shaking for a brief moment because of your touch.

“So, what, uh? It was a forties trend to jump into the void?” You tried to joke, wanting to feel relaxed.

“Yeah, seems like”. He mumbled curling up his lips. “Listen… I really want to… open up, and I know it’s easier with you because… y’know, you work doing this”.

“Hold on, Bucky”. You laughed waving your free hand, shaking your chin as you closed your eyes for a second. “That has sounded really bad”.

“Wait, wh— Oh, shit, no, no, no”.

For the first time since you walked into the small restaurant, his laughter was lively, unworriedly, honest.

“Take it easy, just kidding”. You grinned, nailing your elbow on the table to rest your cheek on your palm. “But… this isn’t work. We’re not doing therapy, we’re… knowing each other. And I don’t want to pressure you to talk about something you don’t feel prepared to, okay?”

“I know”.

Bucky couldn’t believe how much you seemed to empathize with him, not judging his acts nor his past, not deciding that the date wasn't a good idea nor running away. He couldn’t believe the less importance you were giving to his arm made of vibranium; usually, people used to freak out, to feel frightened somehow about the things it could do. But you were there, fingers playing with the others as if it was the most common and natural act in the world. And, for you, it was. That was you in all your best. Considerate, smart, patient, lovingly. The rainbow after a stormy life. Everything that Bucky needed in his life to start from scratch and be his better version. A shoulder to lean on and a reason to come back home.

“Was afraid of asking you out”. He confessed after some seconds admiring each other. Any person closer would say you had been dating for a long, long time by the way you had to keep silent and not feel uncomfortable.

“Why?”

“You came from war and made your world a place to live. I’m still stuck there”.

“I have my own red flags”. Clicking your tongue, you rolled your eyes.

“Oh, really? Please, surprise me”. Bucky teased you sitting up on his chair, not loosening the gentle grip around your left hand.

“I put the milk before cereals”.

“Oh… Oh, God”. He let out, pretending to be horrified and running a hand on his face. “Goddammit… you’re a monster, ma’am. I don’ think this is going to work”.

“Excuse me?” You chuckled, parting your lips in a breath while leaning over the table to palm his right shoulder. “It wasn’t me who added lettuce to the burger”.

“What? What’s the matter with that, uh?”

“Lettuce kills the savor!”

“Y’know what kills the savor? Ketchup. Today, people use ketchup literally with everything… And that’s disgusting”.

“Okay! Next time, no lettuce, and… no ketchup”.

“That’s a big challenge”. Bucky scoffed tenderly squeezing your hand between his cold fingers.

“I’ll live, Sergeant Barnes”. You narrowed your eyes and crinkled your nose at the same time.

“I was talking about a second date, not about your issue with ketchup”.

“So was I”.

A goofy smirk appeared on Bucky’s face, biting his inner cheek as he assented with his head. Seeing you again, knowing that you wanted it —that you wanted him—, made him trust Dr. Raynor’s words. He was having a second chance to do the right thing. To live and to be.

You wanted to add something else when the clock in his wrist started to beep. Curious, you raised an eyebrow. “We have to leave”.

“Why?”

“Sam told me you work tomorrow at eight, which means you’ll get up at six and a half… maybe seven. While I pay, take you home, all that stuff… I don’ want you to be tired in the morning”.

Bucky would never stop to amaze you, looking up to him in silence to contemplate how he called the bartender and beckoned his free hand to ask for the bill.

“What…? What are you doing?” He chuckled embarrassed, taking his beer to sip.

You cleared your throat when you realized how stupid you should look right now, shaking your head as you freed his cold hand from yours to find unlock your phone as soon as the guy brought the dataphone.

“Hey, no, no. I asked you out, I pay”. Bucky began to fight with you, provoking some laughs on the table as you tried to put your screen above the tpv.

“Well, welcome to the twenty-first century”. You hummed as the operation was confirmed.

“I’ll pay next time”. He declared licking his incisors, prior to his lips.

You wished the ride back home to last forever, not wanting to end the date. But the car reached your neighborhood in a blink of eyes. You couldn't help but sigh barely appreciably for your companion, gazing through the window until double parking in front of your apartment. You turned towards him, hearing the engine shut off. Bucky seemed disappointed like you, not being able to remember when was the last time he had a break, he had fun. The date was nicer than he expected but the idea of not knowing exactly when he was going to see you again was killing him from the inside.

“I'll accompany you”. He declared undoing his seat belt as you did to step out.

You reacted with a delicate smile, holding the bucket of flowers against your abdomen while walking to the front door of the building. That moment was a little uncomfortable, not being sure about how to say goodbye, just looking like two teens in love.

“Thank you for tonight, Bucky”. You uttered without thinking about it. “It's been the best night I've ever had”.

“Next will be better, I promise”.

“That's a big challenge”. You chuckled repeating his words a while ago in the restaurant.

“I'll live”. He nodded convinced, glancing at you bowing down your interest to the red roses between your hands.

How could you tell him that you were dying to be together again? That you wouldn't mind waking up sooner and having breakfast? You bit your inner upper lip, trying to find the correct words to say, without sounding like you were feeling something else to a physical attraction. Bucky was hot as hell, that wasn't up to debate, but he was the kindest and charmingest man you had known. He was sensible and strong at the same time. You both complemented the other like the pieces of a puzzle and you never thought something like that could happen to you. To find your other half and having it so clear you didn't want anyone else.

“I am, uh… free tomorrow”.

His words pushed you out of your thoughts, putting up your attention to a Bucky almost flushing, stroking the back of his head, and having the impression that he could scare you.

“Got a break for lunch, if you want”. You proposed without hesitation.

His eyes sparkled with happiness, holding your left hand with his to bring it to his mouth, placing a fond kiss on the back. Such a gentleman, like Sam said, inducing your cheeks to burn. And then, you saw him doubting about taking another step. You wanted it too to happen, tho, leaning forward to press your lips together. Your eyes snapped closed at that precise instant, not having any rush, tasting each other's and shortening the distance between both of you by his free arm getting wrapped around your waist. The kiss was innocent but passionate. It was warm, intimate, trying to transmit all the chemistry you woke up within the other with only one look, with only one smile. Breaking it —much to your regret— when you needed air to breathe. And even so, Bucky rested his forehead against yours freeing your hand to place it on the right side of his neck.

Neither of the two of you opened your eyes, extending the moment as much as you could. You felt he craved to spend the night with you, and you desired it too, but you also felt that he needed some time to get used to this new world he was living in. It wasn't easy. You thought back to the months after the war, the recovery, the loneliness you forced yourself to be in. You were in Afghanistan for three months. He had been fighting since nineteen forty. And he didn't want to ruin what you were building together.

“I should leave”. Bucky murmured against his wishes.

“See you tomorrow”.

At the moment you opened your eyes to meet the pale blue ones, your whole body felt weak. You saw the brightness in them after letting him know that the second date was going to happen and that it wasn't just a formality before disappearing, wiping out any minimal doubt by kissing him again. The last kiss. A good night, I'll dream with you kiss.

“I'm gonna play this on your wedding day, definitely”.

You screamed because of the unexpected metallic voice coming closer, clinging to Bucky's neck as his heart raced too. Redwing was suspended in the air some steps away from you, being controlled by Sam. Who else is not him, uh?

“I'm starting to think you have separation anxiety”. The soldier growled trying to hit the flying device with his flesh hand, hearing you laughing against his chest.

“Good night, kids”. You chuckled separating from Bucky.

“No kiss for me, soldier?”

“I'm not gonna kiss that thing, Samuel”.

“What about a howl, White wolf? Would be very appro—”.

“White wo—”.

“Please, don't. Don't ask”. Bucky begged you, licking his bottom lip while rubbing the back of his head, clearly ashamed.

“Hope you show me one day what it means…”

“Oh, he will… Just wait till the full moon”.

“Sam!” Bucky and you yelled in unison, you playfully, he annoyed.

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[sugurus-slxt]

Haikyuu Boys Walking In On You Dancing (smexy edition)

Lineup: Tsukishima Kei, Azumane Asahi, Kozume Kenma, Yamamoto Taketora and Oikawa Tōru.

Warning: cursing, one mention of alcohol, and suggestive smexy content

A/Note: So yes two in a day, I was extra motivated y’all don’t question it. It’s probably because it’s been so long. The songs are just what I like to listen to, m sorry.

Tsukishima Kei

♬♩♪♩ Sean Paul – She Doesn’t Mind ♩♪♩���

Tsukishima was looking for his bluetooth headphones everywhere because he was positive he had left them on the couch, in the living room. However, they seemed to have grown legs and walked elsewhere, he joked to himself. “Y/N! Shorty! Have you seen my headphones?” he called loudly but no response. He walked through the house shouting your name but you were nowhere to be found. Tsukishima glanced at the clock on the wall; it read 4:30PM. He considered maybe you had been outside, possibly reading a book which you often did.

He was right; there you were blanket laid on the grass with the long-forgotten book and you standing up dancing with his headphones. You hadn’t seen him yet and he had considered stopping you but he just couldn’t. Kei stood at the door admiring the way your hips rolled and body moved. He wondered what you were listening to make you dance this way, so beautifully, so erotically. Tsukishima wasn’t much of a dancer but he’d love to be body to body with you right now. He had clearly gotten a bit too excited and the tent in his pants was proof. His cheeks burned red in embarrassment, you still dancing, unaware of his presence.

He quietly crept up behind you gently clasping his hands around your waist. You jumped a bit, immediately lowering the headphones. “I was looking for those you know,” he whispered lowly in your ear. “I- I’m sorry you can have them back now,” you apolgise trying to turn around. He held your body still, pressing his closer to yours. Then you felt it, the hardness pressed against your back, “But I want something else now. Hmmmm. Care to help me with it shortcake?” he asked his hands finding his way below your shirt, caressing your chest and brushing over your nipples. “K- Kei we’re outside. S-someone could see,” you tried reasoning.

“Really… Hmm you didn’t seem to mind a few seconds ago. So unless you want the neighbors to get a perfect view of your body being wrecked which I’m sure they wouldn’t mind get your ass on the bed upstairs right now,” he said biting your ear, eliciting a whimper from you. “I- y-yes sir,” you reply, pulling yourself from his grasp to go upstairs, he followed closely behind.

Azumane Asahi

♬♩♪♩ Bailando – Enrique Iglesias ♩♪♩♬

Asahi was busy at work in his office; with a tight deadline and 3 designs to perfect every waking hour was spent working. But he’s been staring at the blank page for the past 20 minutes with no breakthrough and it’s not because he couldn’t come up with anything, he just couldn’t concentrate. Why? Because right now you were just outside his door in the living room blasting music. It’s not like you meant to disturb him or had forgotten either, he just didn’t tell you.

He knows you’d insist on staying up to ungodly hours with him as he finished his designs so he told you he’d be in bed shortly, he just had some papers to sign. He hoped you would go to sleep but nope. Asahi wanted to leave you to your music he truly did, he knew you were happiest when you’re dancing and enjoying yourself but he wanted to enjoy it with you. The faster he finished the faster he could come and be with you, so he decided to tell you.

“Hey-,” the words died in his throat as his eyes landed on you. Asahi considered retreating to his office right now but he couldn’t move. You hadn’t heard him and he was kind of glad you didn’t. Your hips swayed to the beat, moving in just the right way, his eyes didn’t leave you. Your clothes hugged your body just right even if they were just sleepwear. Was that really what you wore to sleep he thought? If he had noticed all this sooner he was sure your nights would end a much different way. Asahi’s face flushed red; he cursed himself for thinking such inappropriate thoughts.

Your hands trailed up your body that was moving to the music as you finally turned to see him. “Oh! Hey, honey. I didn’t see you there,” you paused the music and walked up to him. “I- I wanted you to turn down the music. I- mean if that’s alright,” he said scratching his neck. “Yeah yeah. I’m sorry honey. Lemme do that and you can get back to your work,” you pulled his hand to your lips placing a kiss on them, and walking back to the speaker. “W-wait could you umm maybe help me with something. It's fine if you can’t,” he waved his hands in front of him. You look down to find a very turned-on Asahi and chuckled, “Mmmm Of course honey. Maybe next time you can join me dancing. I didn’t know you liked it so much.” Asahi hid his face in his hands as he followed you to the bedroom.

Kenma Kozume

♬♩♪♩ LUV – Tory Lanez ♩♪♩♬

Kenma was busy working a TikTok Livestream because his followers and subscribers have been bombarding his inbox with messages to get one. He was currently in the process of making sure everything was in order as people started popping in and saying hi. You were in the bedroom trying to strike up some inspiration but instead, you got so caught up in the music. Meanwhile, Kenma was telling them about his day but the chat was blowing up with questions so he had skipped over to answer them.

About an hour had passed and he was getting a bit hungry so he decided to headed over to the kitchen, phone in hand to get some apple pie from the fridge. Everyone started commenting typical Kodzuken, a couple people suggested that he ask you if you wanted any. His fan base was very familiar with your presence and often asked for ideas where he would interact with you. The community loved seeing the softer side of Kenma that came out when you were around. His phone was turned to face you so everyone could see you when he entered.

Not even five seconds after he opened the door he closed it. “Hey guys, ummm I need to go. I’ll come back later. Kodzuken out,” he quickly ended the stream and turned off his phone. “Hey, baby. Are you ok?” you peeked out from the door one side of your bluetooth earbuds still in. His face was tinted pink as he pushed you into the room, “I- Kitten … umm my fan base just saw… they … well how you were dancing and I-,” you stopped him pulling him to lay his head on your lap. “I’m sorry baby, but it’s nothing special. Was I bad?” You ask while stroking his hair but he sat straight up. “No! I mean no, you weren’t bad. It was just,” he played with his fingers, “It was just really seductive and it's that’s not really for my fan base to see. “

“Oh? Then who is it for then? Hmmm,” you asked in a teasing manner. He was embarrassed but still confidently answered, “For me ok. It’s for me now stop teasing me ok,” he pouted turning away from you. You giggled, “I’m sorry but maybe you want me to continue. For you alone that is?” He thought about it but then his stomach growled, “Ok I do but maybe eat some apple pie with me first?” You nodded and you both headed to the kitchen but don’t think he forgot about your suggestion.

Yamamoto Taketora

♬♩♪♩ Fast Wine – Machel Montano ♩♪♩♬

Today had gone by pretty slow, and you spent it watching movies and just spending time with Yamamoto. But now it was a bit later and you were feeling some creative juices flowing so you decided to put that to use you grabbed your stuff and set it up at the kitchen counter. He decided to up Kenma’s offer to play some games. About two hours had gone by and your shoulder was getting pretty sore. The playlist was pretty upbeat and just as you had gotten up a dance-worthy song had begun to play. You thought maybe it’d be a good warm-up.

You were swaying your body to the beat and getting in the rhythm. Your hips moved freely as you dragged your hand over your body and fit your dancing to the nature of the song. What you didn't know, is as soon as you started to dance Taketora was coming to get some snacks and check up on you. But his plans changed when he saw you dancing, he froze. If he went back now he’d definitely have to take a cold shower and he saw no difference if he stayed. So he decided to enjoy it for a bit. His cheeks were lightly dusted pink and the situation in his pants was only getting harder.

He felt weird just standing there, kind of like he was being a creep so he decided to quickly run to the kitchen and run back as the song came to a close. “H-hey baby. Just getting a snack and heading back,” he said hurriedly. “Oh ok. Did you enjoy the view?” you quirked your eyebrow smirking at him. “W-what? I didn’t see anything just you baby always se- I mean beautiful as ever,” he turned away from you and opened the fridge. You slowly walk up behind him, and start climbing your fingers up his arms, “Really nothing? I guess that’s too bad, I wanted to know what you thought. Guess I just have to assume it was terrible.”

“Wait! Baby your dancing is really amazing and sexy! How could you say it’s bad!” he shouted covering his face in realisation of what he just said. You burst out in a fit of laughter, it was so easy to get him to admit things, “Babe I’m sorry but I’m glad you like it. I didn’t know how much you saw I only caught you down to the end. But I’m glad you like it I but I do see that your little friend down there liked it much more.” You pointed down to his crotch which he covered while flushing bright red. “I’m sorry I- umm I’ll take care of it,” he apologised turning to leave. “How about we both have a shower and I can fix it for you hmm,” you held his hand and whispered in his ear. “Y-yes p-please. Thank you,” he looked down blushing as you led him to the bathroom.

Oikawa Tōru

♬♩♪♩ Hips Don’t Lie – Shakira ♩♪♩♬

Oikawa was gone for practice and you decided it’d be fun to catch up with your friends because it had been a while. You were on a video call and you guys had started talking about music and gotten into a bit of details about dancing. So now you and all your friends were showing their wining and grinding skills. This was a rather normal occurrence because in all honestly things always got wild between you guys. Put the three of you in a club and all eyes would be on you in no time. It was always a surprise how a couple shots could go such a long way.

You were going off to this song, all the seductive movements, hands dragging over the dips of your body and your hips moving at just the right tempo. Tōru had forgotten his water bottle and came back only to find you dancing. Turned on was an understatement but his time in Brazil gave him experience in more than one way and he was going to use that. This man was not shy but he did wait for the right moment to jump in. He came up behind you resting his hands on your waist, guiding your movement with his. “Hey cutie, moving that beautiful body of yours I see,” he whispered in your ear gently biting it. “You startled me,” you smiled still dancing as you put your arms back against his chest and dragged your body down his, slowly coming back up.

He started placing kisses on your neck, “Mmmm m sorry, fuck I’m not gonna make it to practice baby.” He twirled you away from his body only to bring you back and dip you. He smiled and pulled you up for a kiss. Suddenly, whistles and claps erupted, “Shit- I forgot I was talking to them.” He chuckled as they asked where they can find themselves an Oikawa Tōru. “Well ladies there’s only one and I don’t think Y/N-chan is sharing,” giving them a wink.

“Well, I don’t know you cause a lot more problems than fix them,” you joke as he clutched his chest. “How rude Y/N-chan! Maybe I’ll take your friends up on their offer then,” he crossed his arms and pouted childishly. “You’re not going anywhere, you’re all mine mister, and now what’s that about not going to practice. What did you have in mind?” you asked ending the call with your friends. He didn’t reply, just grabbed you by the waist and placed you on his lap, earning a small squeak from you.

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Scandalous(1)

An infamous Influencer that is known for getting into drama befriends ImAllexx, George doesn’t trust them one bit. 

Gif cred. @sdmngifs

Pairing: George Memeulous x Reader

WC: 2.2k+

Pronouns: They/Them

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For the entire day, Alex seemed to constantly be on his feet. At first, George really didn't pay much attention to it, after all, sometimes people just have busy days. Usually for George, his days weren't anything special. He'd just wake up and lay around the house. He'd make sure to film a video every couple of days and could be found playing a bit of FIFA or COD. 

George didn't have much of a reason to leave his shared flat. He'd usually go over to one of his friend's places to hang out or film a collab, every now and then he'd go out shopping to get a couple of things for a video or just the flat. Still, George wasn't the type of person to find reasons to rush around or try and get as many tasks done as possible, it was one of the many perks that came with being a YouTuber.

It was normal to see Alex running around once in a while. He'd like to go out and do things like playing football with a few of his mates or just going out and being around people. But today seemed different, as though he was planning for something important to happen. 

At first, George didn't feel the need to ask his flatmate about what was going on. But while the day rolled on and Alex seemed to only go back and forth from making phone calls to typing away on his computer, George's curiosity had begun to eat himself up from inside.

As the afternoon rolled around, George found himself seated on the couch. He had been wasting a good portion of his day watching whatever he could find on the TV that was actually interesting. Earlier he had filmed a few videos for his second channel, he looked at the Reddit page for usual funny content and then proceeded to go on a Twitter page and look at nostalgic videos and photos for a second video.

Usually with some luck, George would be able to find something good to put on TV, but today just seemed like one of those days where you couldn't find anything good to watch. So as a final resort, he had turned on some Spongebob cartoons, it seemed like he only had enough luck to have the old cartoons from the early 2000's play. 

While watching the yellow sponge on TV, George had checked a few of his social medias, wondering if there was anything else that was going on that could possibly hold his attention for longer than ten minutes.

Maybe he just needed a new hobby, something to keep attention for more than five minutes. FIFA was fun, but you could only play it so many times.

"Hey George?"

The sound of his flatmate's voice had pulled him out of his thoughts. Standing behind the couch, Alex was typing away on his iPhone. He had taken a quick look to make eye contact with George before returning to his text messages. Turning around, the brunette man gave his attention to his flatmate, "What's up?"

"I don't know if you remembered, but I'm having someone come out to the UK to spend a couple of days with me to film some collabs and just get to know each other," sliding his phone in his back pocket, Alex shoved his hands into his pockets. "Hopefully this turns out all good."

How did this slip his mind? Alex had been mentioning he was planning to do this with someone for the past couple of weeks. As the days rolled on, when he became busier and busier, it all made sense. Alex was only making sure everything was going to go smoothly when whoever was going to come to the UK.

"Shit, that totally slipped my mind, sorry," George brushed a hand through his hair with a short sigh. "Are they gonna stay with us or are they staying at a hotel? Maybe they're doing something completely different."

"Hotel," as he responded, Alex began to rock back and forth on the heels of his feet. "They're gonna get here in two days and when they show up me and a couple of our friends are gonna go out and get some drinks, just to get more comfortable with one another. You coming with us?"

"I don't see why not," giving a shrug, George leaned his head against the palm of his hand, supporting his head to sit at a certain angle. "Are you interested in this influencer or something, you keep saying you wanna get comfortable with them."

"Well, they aren't really my type. Also, they're gonna be hanging around us for a few days, so of course I wanna be comfortable around them."

"Who even is 'they'? Does this influencer have a name?" George let out another sigh as he looked up at his flatmate. 

"They're Y/n L/n."

Y/n L/n, George had heard that name a few times in the influencer world. One thing he knew for sure, Y/n was much bigger than both Alex and George's channels combined. So why was Y/n planning to come and hang around them for a while?

That wasn't the only question rushing through George's mind, from what he had heard about Y/n (which was very little) he knew they were a very scandalous person. Having them around didn't seem like too bright of an idea, maybe Alex just wanted to collab with them to gain a bit more in subscribers... George knew it'd be smart to keep Y/n at arm's length while they'd be in the UK. After all, they'd only be here for a couple of days, so how hard could it be?

"Oh."

"Just 'oh'?" Alex raised a brow at his flatmate, "What is it?"

"Nothing, I just took me a moment to realize who they were," George turned back to face the TV, implying the conversation had come to an end.   

"Alright, I'm gonna get back to making sure the flat isn't a typical mess," Alex sighed, taking a step back from the couch.

"Cool," George mumbled as he watching the yellow sponge on TV run beside a pink star. 

If Y/n got Alex caught up in anymore drama, he'd have a fit. He had seen his flatmate come so far since the last time drama was in his life. There'd be a chance that would grow bigger and bigger everytime they hung out that Alex could get caught up in a scandal. 

Even though Alex's a grown adult, sometimes he could make really stupid decisions. But that was the thing, Alex is a human being, he's allowed to make mistakes. All George wanted for this whole collab to into come back around and bite Alex in the ass. But it was too late, Y/n was going to be here soon and whatever happens, just happens. There wasn't much George could do besides distancing himself away from Y/n.

"Alright, I think I have enough shirts, I better go double-check to see if I have my toiletries all packed up," Y/n had mumbled under their breath in the midst of packing. Even though they were a big YouTuber and could simply pay someone to pack for them, Y/n had decided to pack for this one trip. 

"Y/n, where the fuck are you?" 

The sound of someone's voice had become louder, Y/n could tell their friend was entering their bedroom.

"I'm just in the bathroom, Bret!" They had responded while looking underneath their bathroom sink for a few more toiletries. 

"Are you seriously leaving?" The one and only Bretman Rock stood in the doorway of the bathroom, looking down at his friend. 

"Well yeah, I've been planning this trip for the past couple of weeks," Y/n looked up at the makeup influencer. Bretman and Y/n had been friends since forever, they had gone through so much together. 

"You're gonna miss James's party next Saturday," he moved aside, letting the other influencer in the room past by. 

"It's just one party," they had let out a short scoff while working on packaging their bathroom items properly. "James always throws parties, I'll go to the next one."

"Fine bitch," Bretman had tossed himself onto Y/n's bed, making their suitcase jump a little with everything else that had been laid out on Y/n's bed. "Why are you even going to London?"

"Well, I'm planning to meet up with a friend to make some videos together and just hang out," Y/n shrugged as they tucked away a few more items into their suitcase.

"Who?"

"He goes by ImAllexx on YouTube."

Bretman shook his head as he watched his friend, "I have absolutely never heard of them... ever."

"Yeah, his channel is smaller than either of ours."

"Lemme tell you now, if you're secretly doing some long-distance relationship with him and haven't bothered to tell me any tea yet, I will literally kill you," the raven-haired man laid on his back, beginning to fidget with the rings that sat on his fingers.

"I'm telling you now, Bret. Alex is only a friend, he's like a brother," they tsked at their friend as they zipped up their suitcase, finally finishing packing. 

"Fine, but if I find out you end up hooking up with some British boys over there and don't tell me... like I said, you'll be  dead bitch."

"Calm down, you know I can't keep secrets from you," Y/n flashed a cheeky grin at their friend while sliding the suitcase off of the bed. "I had two hours before I head to the airport, what do you wanna do?" For the past couple of weeks, Y/n had been counting down the days until they would leave for London. No doubt about it, they were excited. It wasn't often for them to make friends with other Influencers or people in general. So when they got the chance to make friends with a small commentary YouTuber that went by the name of ImAllexx, they had made sure to be as kind as possible.

At this point it was truly hard for Y/n to make friends, most people didn't like them based on the rumors that had spread about Y/n. Others that usually tried to be Y/n's friends were merely using them for money and fame. It became hard for Y/n to trust people and get close to them. So how did Alex pull off gaining Y/n's trust?

Y/n one day had been scrolling through YouTube, looking for something to watch. At this point, they had seen almost everything, vlogs, challenges, makeup, drama, and more. But one video had popped up into Y/n's recommended videos that had caught their eye.

'We Need to Stop Y/n L/n.'

It was normal for Y/n to see these types of videos, usually they'd come from Drama channels trying to cancel them. But this one had come from a YouTuber with the name, 'ImAllexx'. It was normal for Y/n to scroll when they came across these types of videos, but the video seemed a bit intriguing considering the thumbnail was only a simple picture of themself against a blue background.  So of course, Y/n clicked on the video only to hear; "Hello everyone, I'm Alex..."

Y/n found the video quite funny, when they'd watch videos made on them, the videos were typically quite harsh and mean. With Alex, he seemed like the type of person to be able to take a joke. His whole video was on an Instagram post Y/n had made a week or two before Alex had posted his video, he had just been taking the piss out of the photo as a joke. 

And after finishing that video and having a laugh, Y/n continued to watch more of Alex's videos, just to see if he was seemingly a decent guy. And somehow, they got hooked on Alex's videos. And by the end of the day, they had binged a good amount of his content. 

A few days after discovering Alex and his content, Y/n had decided to check out a few of his social medias. That's when Y/n had found out he was already following them on both Instagram and Twitter.

When Alex checked Instagram a while later, he was surprised to find that @y/nl/n was now following him. Y/n was almost four times(if not more) the popularity size of Alex, so how had they noticed him? He was a bit nervous at first, why would someone like Y/n follow him?

Instead of anxiety getting the best of Alex, he had decided to do something to try and figure out why of all people, @y/nl/n had decided to follow him. So he had been careful with sliding into Y/n's DMS, only to ask why they had followed him. ANd moments later, Y/n responded to him. 

'I've just been binge-watching your content lately and I thought that you were funny so I followed you. :)'

At first, Alex felt like it could possibly be a trap, but he continued to message back and forth with Y/n. After a while, Alex had realized that maybe Y/n wasn't as scandalous and dramatic as people made them out to be. As the days rolled on and they continued to talk, they had ended up developing a friendship.

After a couple of months of talking and coming closer and closer, Alex had asked if Y/n would want to fly out to the UK from LA to film a couple of collabs and hang out in person. Y/n had easily accepted his invitation, and just like that, A date was set for Y/n to fly out to London.

Taglist: @ivory-raptor @breakfast-cereal @snowcones404​ @golden-hoax​ 

[tuiccim]

Frozen

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Fem!Reader

Words: 1624

Warnings: Just tooth rotting fluff and a kid with a big mouth. 

Summary: Fluff. Your niece is spending the night at the tower and the two of you take over the movie room for a Frozen marathon. 

“Hey Carley.” You greet your best friend as you pick up your phone. 

“Hey sweetie. I have a huge favor to ask you.” Carley sounds nervous.

“Okay. What’s up?” You ask.

“Nina was supposed to spend the night with a friend but she’s got a virus and now Nina can’t go and she’s heartbroken. And… and I was supposed to have Nick over for dinner and some alone time tonight. Is there… I’m sorry, but is there any way she can spend the night with you? I know I’m asking a lot.” Carley was practically babbling. Nina is her 5 year old daughter and your “niece” whom you adore. 

“Hang on a second. Lemme check into it.” You had been heading for the common room in order to get some lunch and you were glad to find Steve and Bucky there. “Steve, Bucky, hey, would anyone have a problem if my five year old niece, Nina, spent the night and we took over the movie room?”

“You have a niece?” Bucky asks.

“She’s my best friend’s daughter.” You say.

“I don’t see that being a problem.” Steve smiles at you while Bucky nods. 

“Thanks, guys. Hey Carley. Yeah, I can do it. Lemme talk to her… Hey Ninabug!”

“Hey Aunt Y/N. I was supposed to spend the night with my friend but now I can’t!” Nina sounds on the verge of crying. 

“I’m so sorry, Ninabug! But I was hoping you could come spend the night with me at the tower. We can get pizza and popcorn and candy and take over the movie room to watch Frozen. How does that sound?”

“Can we watch Frozen and Frozen 2?” Nina asks.

“Yeah! I love Frozen 2.” 

“Will I get to meet Captain America?” She asks. 

You glance over at Steve and bite your lip. “Um, I can’t promise that but I’ll ask, okay?”

“He’s my favorite.” Nina says.

“Yeah, I know. Mine, too.” You smile and glance over at the guys sitting at the table. “I’ll pick you up at 4, okay? Lemme talk to mom.” You got back on the phone with Carley and cement plans.

After getting off the phone, you nervously walk back over to Steve, “Hey, um, Nina is a big fan of yours. She would love to meet you. She even has a Captain America stuffie that she sleeps with. Would you mind?”

“Uh, no, no, of course not. I’d be happy to meet her.” Steve says.

“Great! Thanks, Steve. See you guys later.” You are grinning widely as you leave. 

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“She didn’t realize we could hear both sides of her conversation, did she?” Bucky smirks as Steve. 

“She’s just agreeing with her niece to make her happy.” Steve rolls his eyes.

“You’ve had a crush on her since she got here. Now, you know she feels the same.” Bucky winks.

“Her saying that doesn’t confirm anything.” Steve grouses. 

“The smile she had when she said it does.” Bucky elbows him. “Take a chance.”

Steve narrows his eyes at his friend, “Maybe.”

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A quick trip to the grocery to get Nina’s favorite snacks and drinks, a sweep of your room to clean up, and it’s time to go get her. Nina is beyond excited She chatters the entire drive to the tower. You put her things in your bedroom and change her into her Frozen nightgown and slippers. She’s clutching her Captain America stuffie as you head to the movie room. 

“I’m going to order our pizza.” You say to Nina as you pull out your phone. 

“Don’t!” Comes from behind you. You turn to see Steve. 

“Hey! What do you mean?” You ask. 

“I, uh, I already took care of it.” He gives you a breathtaking smile and then kneels down to get on Nina’s level. “Hi Nina. I’m Steve.” 

“You’re Captain America!” Nina says. 

“That’s right. It’s nice to meet you.” He smiles at her. “I heard you were watching Frozen. I haven’t seen it yet. Would you mind if I join you?”

“Really?” Nina grins. “Did you hear that, Aunt Y/N? Captain wants to watch the movie with us!”

“Yeah. That’s really sweet of you, Steve.” You say as he stands to his full height.

“You don’t mind, do you?” He whispers. 

“No, of course not.” You smile. 

“Come on. I have a surprise.” Steve takes your’s and Nina’s hands and guides you all to the movie room. 

When you enter, your mouth drops. Spread across the coffee table is a buffet of pizza, popcorn, and assorted cups and bowls with the snacks you had purchased along with a selection of drinks. The couch in front of it is covered in blankets and pillows including some hanging from the ceiling creating a fort. 

“Wow!” Nina screeches. “A blanket fort! Look at all the food! Candy!”

“Steve! This is amazing!” You look at him and he is grinning at you. 

“You like it?” He asks. 

“I love it! This is so sweet. Nina will never forget this. Thank you.” You hug him, but quickly let go. “Sorry.” You say as your cheeks stain pink. 

“Hey, I don’t mind.” He smiles and moves to turn on the movie. 

Nina is bouncing on the couch. You go over to her. “Okay, young lady, we don’t jump on the furniture. Let’s eat, okay?”

“Okay!” Nina says as the movie starts. She eats, occasionally sneaking a piece of candy, and becomes enthralled in the movie almost immediately.

Nina is singing and dancing around to the songs when “Let It Go” comes on, “Aunt Y/N, I’m Anna and you’re Elsa, remember? You have to sing the song!”

You sing along all the while very aware of Steve next to you. When the song is over Steve is grinning at you. “I didn’t know you could sing.”

You put a hand on your face, laughing and embarrassed. “I can hold my own. Just wait, she’s gonna expect you to play Kristoff.”

True to form, when Kristoff sings, Nina runs to Steve to beg him to sing. Unfortunately, Steve doesn’t know the words but he dances around with Nina which makes her happy. The three of you laugh, sing, and dance through Frozen and Frozen 2. Nina is exhausted by the end of it. 

“Alright, Ninabug. Let’s go brush those teeth and I’ll sing you to sleep.” You say. 

“Do I have to? Can we watch it again?” She begs.

“Not tonight. Tell Steve good night.” You say.

“Good night, Captain!” Nina says looking up at her hero while clutching her stuffie. 

“Good night, my best girl.” He says squatting down to peck a kiss on her cheek. 

“I’ll clean all this up after she’s asleep. Thanks again, Steve.” You smile at him and he smiles back warmly. As you lead Nina back to your room, you wonder at Steve’s actions tonight. You’d had a crush on the supersoldier since you’d met him, but you were just an agent. There’s no reason for him to feel the same. Nina’s teeth are brushed and she’s sound asleep before you get through the second round of “All is Found.” 

You head back to the movie room to clean up the mess. Steve is still there pouring the snacks back into their packages with the credits playing in the background.

“Oh, Steve, I’ll clean this up. It was so sweet of you to do all of this.” You insist.

“I don’t mind.” Steve says. 

You reach to grab some of the snacks but Steve’s hand takes your own and he spins you before pulling you into his arms. 

“What are you doing?” You laugh.

“Dance with me?” He asks.

You nod looking up at him, swaying to the music playing against the credits. 

“Why did you do all this?” You work up the courage to ask him. 

He smiles down at you with a blush across his cheeks, “Thought I should prove myself as your favorite.”

“Oh, God, you heard that?” You blush furiously. 

“Supersoldier hearing.” He chuckles. 

“That’s so embarrassing.” You say. 

“I’m sorry, but I was glad I heard it. You’re my favorite, too.” He smiles down at you. 

Your brow furrows at his admission. “Me?”

“You.” He leans in and your lips meet. It’s a soft kiss and he pulls back after just a few seconds. 

You stare at him in shock for a moment. Then, putting your hands into his hair, you pull him down for a more thorough kiss. He complies immediately and his tongue darts out requesting entry. You open to him and he explores your mouth, pulling you flush against him. 

“Aunt Y/N, are you gonna marry him?” Nina’s voice breaks through your kiss induced haze.

You separate from Steve quickly. “Nina! You’re supposed to be in bed.”

“I woke up and you weren’t there.” Nina whines.

“I was cleaning up our mess.” You say. 

“No, you weren’t. You were kissing Captain America. That means you’re getting married, right? Anna kisses Kristoff and they’re getting married.” Nina says.

“N-no, Nina. We’re not getting married.” You chuckle and can’t look at Steve. “Come on, kiddo. Back to bed.” You take her hand.

“Wait, Nina.” Steve says. “I need your help.”

“What can I do, Captain?” She says wide-eyed. 

“Convince your aunt she should go on a date with me.” Steve smirks up at you. 

“She’ll go with you. She told mommy you were the hottest man alive.” Nina says with childlike innocence. 

“Nina!” You cover your face with both hands

“Well, she’s the most beautiful woman alive, so I guess we were made for each other.” Steve smiles up at you. “Tomorrow night?”

“Tomorrow night.” You nod with a smile before leading Nina back to your room. 

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[sucuretcannelle]

Hi! I sent the necromancer request. I was going to let you decide whether S/O met Garcello before or after death, but if you need a better prompt maybe it could be both? Like, "Aw man, I wonder what happened to that cute guy I sometimes talked to behind 7/11. I was gonna confess to him soon. Maybe I can take my mind off him by practicing the dark arts. Lemme check the obituaries to see who's new in the graveyar- OH SHIT!" (Is that better? Take your time BTW, you seem busy, but I'm patient. :3c)

I'M SO SORRY In fact, lemme do both but separate cuz I feel bad for taking so long

Version 1:

-So you were making your way around town, as any normal person does

-And you had a random thought

-"Hey, why don't I go talk to Garcello today" like any normal person does

-Well are you really normal if you chose to befriend a random smoker you found outside?

-Who knows

-And frankly, who cares? Go get the hot smoker man

-For some odd reason, he isn't there

-So what? Who said he was on a schedule?

-You may or may not be overthinking it but, what if he's dead?

-He's always there when you go, and you always go at the same time as usual

-Meh, who cares

-So as you leave the alleyway, you headed to the graveyard, for 2 reasons

-What if he did die? It might be a stretch but it was still something worth finding out

-And you were heading there anyway so why not go now?

-So you walked, and walked

-And then you got there

-WHO IN FUCKS NAME

-Guess someones gonna rise from the dead today

-But hey you did your thing, and now his ghost is with you!

-Thats cool as shit!

-He was so confused tbh, poor dude thought he was finally gonna rest

-But he's with you so he doesn't mind

-He had to calm you down cuz you thought he got murdered or something

-Which is valid, cuz you remember him having some type of beef with daddy dearest

-He finds it endearing that you care about him so much, even though he's like

-dead

-a few things you noticed is that he smiles a lot more

-Did I mention he has dimples? He has a very nice smile

-He's also very obedient, he doesn't mind keeping you company or just helping you out if he can

-See now, confessing wasn't as hard as you thought it was gonna be! 

-It's not like he had a reason to reject you, he has no one else to talk to

-At least you get to find out that you can actually smooch a ghost

Version 2:

-So you were practicing le dark arts one day

-And you summoned a dude made out of cigarette smoke!

-Heh, you could say he was smokin hot 

-Ok I'll be taking my leave now

-To compare both situations, he wasn't as nice as he was in version one

-You can't tell me he wouldn't be a little confused

-Like, if a random person summoned you out of nowhere, you'd be trippin too.

-Oh dear, its very awkward

-Small talk is so normal at first

-You better be talkative, its the easiest way to get him to open up

-But if not, you'll make it work. It'll just take some time

-In this version, vibing with him is very common

-But him talking about his life isnt

-It'll take some time for him to open up, but it will happen after a while

-and then the bond between you two got real close

-His personality didn't completely change, but he was much more talkative and nice

-Perfect time to confess 

-So many emotions hit him at once

-Like, mental recap: You summoned this dude out of nowhere, stayed by his side, and now you wanna date him?

-He finds that shit so crazy

-But hey, its not like he doesn't like you either

-In conclusion, fuck life, kiss ghosts

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Daniel, slowly pushing a cannon into a 17th century bank: *huffing out of breath* Okay... Everyone be cool... This... Is a robbery

39 notes • Posted 2021-12-04 00:44:15 GMT

#4

i ask for the request plzz ☺️ Marc Marquez & reader is a marriage couple for quite a few years and they still haven’t had baby yet, and one day his family invited you to his parents home to have a family dinner and in the middle of the dinner night his mom suddenly ask both of you guys about kids so after that night marc & reader start to 🧨🎇 *you know 😏🤭*

thank you!!!

This gets... Very smutty at the end. Do enjoy. 😏

Oh Baby!

"Good morning, my love." you heard Marc's husky morning voice came from behind you. Turning around to say good morning, you took the opportunity to check him out - sweatpants hanging dangerously low on hips, no shirt on, and his bed head very evident from a very needed night's rest.

"That stare is violating." he joked, covering himself up like he was shameful.

"Hey, it's there on display, I'm gonna drool over it. After all, it's all mine." you smirked, picking up his left hand and showing him his own wedding ring.

"That street goes both ways sweetheart." he winked, swatting your ass as you went back to what you were cooking.

"Whatcha making?" he asked, hugging you from behind and watching you cook.

"Just some eggs and bacon. You want some?" you turned to him to peck his lips. "Since I know you'll burn down the kitchen otherwise."

"Hey, that's foul play!" he laughed, placing a kiss on your neck before grabbing some plates from the cabinet. "Yes please. Your cooking is amazing." he groaned.

The thing with Marc is that even though he can't really cook much, he helps you around the kitchen in other ways. Getting plates, silverware, drinks, napkins, and cleaning up after you're done. It's his way of showing you that he appreciates you cooking for him and keeping him well fed. And he's great at loading a dishwasher, oddly enough. He's always happy to return the favor to you when he sees you giving your all to him.

"Hey, my parents called me when I woke up earlier. They want us to come to the family dinner tonight. You wanna go?" he asked, putting a forkful of food in his mouth as you nodded.

"Yeah, absolutely! I love those dinners. Your mom's cooking blows mine out of the water." you giggled, sipping at some water while you sat at the table with him.

"I'm literlly the only one in my family that can hardly cook, what the hell..." he giggled, visibly thinking about what he can cook. "Hey, I can cook a mean steak though."

"Oooo yeah you can. You're pretty good at grilling! Give yourself some credit." you said, rubbing his back with your hand and leaning over to kiss him.

"You got anything you want to do today before dinner tonight?" you asked, taking his plate to the sink after he finished.

"Not really honestly. I just want to hang out around our house with my wonderful wife." he smiled, grabbing your waist and pulling you to him while he sat on the kitchen chair.

"Mm... I love you." you smiled, squishing his cheeks as you kissed him.

"Love you too babe."

"Hey, let's play a game on the PS4!" you suggested, walking into the living room.

"Is this an invite for me to kick your ass in the MotoGP game?" he asked, grabbing a controller and laughing as you pushed his arm.

"Hey, I did better last time! I made it 1 lap without eating shit." you laughed, snuggling into his side as you started up the game.

"Here, try this. Lemme show you." he said, going to a training session and letting you hold the controller while his hands controlled your motions.

"When you go into a turn, tilt the bike like this, and then as you slowly start to move the stick to stand the bike back up, start pressing the button for the gas and you'll go wider out of the turn." he explained calmly, watching you take over the controller again.

"There you go! Exactly like that!" he said, cheering you on. "Now you're ready for some real competition." he smirked, cracking his fingers and grabbing his controller.

"It's on."

Loading up the multiplayer, Marc of course chose his own bike. Just out of spite, you chose Fabio's bike since he was a rival.

"That's cold." he said, throwing a playful glare your way and sticking his tongue out at you.

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41 notes • Posted 2021-11-02 12:28:47 GMT

#3

Lewis: Lando has no survival skills, his need to win has replaced him.

Daniel: That can't be true!

Lewis: Watch this.

Lewis: Hey Lando, race you to the bottom of the stairs!

Lando: *throws himself out a window*

Lando: GUYS I MADE IT.

Lewis, looking slowly from the shattered window to Daniel: ...See?

55 notes • Posted 2021-12-04 14:20:35 GMT

#2

Lewis: *screams*

Max: *screams louder to assert dominance*

Lando: Should we do something!?

Daniel, grabbing popcorn while observing: No no... I want to see who wins this.

65 notes • Posted 2021-12-07 14:12:30 GMT

#1

Lewis: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the items you have lost throughout your life.

Pierre: Self-esteem, haven't seen you in years!

Charles: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this!

Lando: I knew I lost that potential somewhere!

Daniel: My moral code, is that you?

Lewis, horror written on his face: .......

Lewis: I was just gonna show you this cool trunk my mother left me but... Jesus, do you guys need a hug?

81 notes • Posted 2021-12-08 15:05:00 GMT

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[ficsnroses]

Comfort - John Wick x Reader Oneshot

John Wick? More like Fluff Wick.

Word Count : 2.6k

Warnings : None! Mega fluff. Although it does get kinda heavy towards the end...

Summary : John comforts his girlfriend, Y/N, while she’s on her time of the month. 

A/N : This is for the lovely anon who requested John comforting reader while she’s on her period & size difference. I had too many ideas for size difference, so I’ll throw them into another one shot later. Lemme know if it was alright! ❤️

This is a one shot, but I imagine it to be centered in the same universe as these two fics, that are very dear to my heart. Check out Put Your Head On My Shoulder & Nightlight :)

If there’s one thing John appreciated, it was the feel of the golden sun cresting on his face on a beautiful evening, as today. After all the dark he’s seen, he’s learned to take joy in the simpler parts of life, being thankful for anything, and everything one may rather take for granted. For John to get these things, be able to delight in them, was an accomplishment.

Gratitude, was exactly what he felt; as he sits with Dog tucked away by his feet by the window, a thick novel popped in his hand to scan, awaiting his love’s arrival. Y/N would be here soon, as planned, for them to enjoy the rest of the evening together.

She’d been coming over a lot more recently, and John would have liked it no other way. She’d been the missing piece the entire time, the reason his house had always fell lacking before, why it had remained just a house he was residing in.

She made it a home.

Each moment she wasn’t there, John wished she was. He yearned to hear her silky giggle down the hallway as she played with Dog, her euphonious singing in the kitchen as they prepared lunch together, her soft, ever so slight snores as she slept beside him on an early, Sunday morning.

As the days and weeks passed, more and more of her belongings had been concluding their way in. He’d find a spare toothbrush next to his on his bathroom counter, corresponding along with her favourite face wash & night creams positioned away in his medicine cabinet. Laced with his own clothes in his closet, he’d find her pajamas or blouses peppered in, her fuzzy knit socks, long forgotten in his drawers. She’d even left a copy of the novel she had presently been cruising on his nightstand.

But he treasured every part of it. He sought it, more than anything. He wanted to be one with her, to have her embellish each part of his life. Because quite truly, it was better with her.

To the sound of the lock jingle, he’s snapped out of his thoughts.

She’d finally made it home.

John had given her a house key recently, and it had felt like a big step in their relationship. He wanted to let her know that he trusted her, felt flattered to have her around. She’d given him one to her apartment as well on the spot.

“John?” Her sincere voice calls out, from the front door, as she shuffles her shoes off. Dog’s ears perk up immediately, his tail wagging tremendously as he runs towards her voice. Dog loved Y/N a whole lot, sometimes John felt a little jealous at how fond they’d become. Nonetheless, it made his heart smile each time.

“Living room!” John calls out to her.

Barely, from the depths of his ear, he hears Y/N’s calm voice welcome Dog. “Hi, honey.” She smiles to him, probably in the midst of giving him an abundance of pets behind his ears. John smiles to himself, eager to hold her soon. He’d missed her today. He hadn’t seen her since the morning before, when she’d stayed over for the night and they’d waken up together, before she had to leave for work.

As she ambles into the room, Dog trails at her feet. She smiles as her eyes land on her boyfriend.

“Hey, beautiful.” John grins, setting his novel aside, opening his bulky arms for her. The sun continues setting outside, leaving a nice gold to envelope the room, the lilac sky behind not far.

“Hi.” She smiles, although she moves slow. She seems, tired, possibly exhausted. Departing her bag on the wooden floor, she walks to John, leaning down to give him a quick kiss hello, before taking place beside him on the couch. He frowns when she pulls away.

“How was your day, princess?” he asks, as she wraps her arms around his waist, allowing him to hold her in a hug, a delicate kiss placed on top of her head. She nuzzles into his chest, sighing.

“It was okay.” She speaks through a yawn. “I’m worn out.”

John leaves another soft kiss in her locks, gently stroking her back. “Aw, I’m sorry to hear.” When he rubs her hip in a soothe, she winces, sucking in a sharp breath. John flinches, taken back.

“Woah, everything alright?” He inquires.

She lets out a small whimper. “Yeah, I’m just not feeling too well today.”

“Tell me what’s wrong,” John says, taking hold of her hand. He plays with her fingers, paying close attention to her ring finger. It may have been too soon, but he knew to the brim inside, that he’d place the biggest diamond on there someday, whenever that some day may be.

Y/N groans, practically laying herself on John at this point. “It’s nothing, really. I just feel a little sick and have a little pain, that’s all.” John shifts, brows furrowing. He pulls back slightly to look her in the eyes.

“Wait, sweetheart, do you need to see a doctor? Because we can go right now it’s not-” He’s cut off by a shake of Y/N’s head. “Are you sure, Y/N? I don’t want it to get worse and then you’ll be in more pain and-”

“John. I’m okay. I need you to relax, baby.” She giggles, cupping his cheek to place a tender kiss to his chin. “But it’s cute how worried you get.” John shifts his gaze down, smiling, a little shy. Truth be told, John always worried about her. Even the slightest thought of any harm coming her way, it deeply scared him. He’d had so much stripped from him in his life, so much taken away prematurely. He couldn’t bear the thought of Y/N being taken away from him too.

Even if it was just a little cold that threatened her way.

Y/N releases her grip on John, raising off the couch to pad towards the kitchen. “Besides, what doctor would even be available at 7:00pm, on a Friday?” She states. John follows shortly behind, throwing Dog’s favourite ball into the other room. 

John’s coarse voice speaks. “You know I…know people.” He shrugs, low.

Y/N stops at the kitchen counter to look at him, as he leans against it on the other side. “Oh…right.” She frowns. “I’m sorry.”

John had told her about the truth of what he did. Keeping secrets from her, was something he refused to do. He wanted to be open with her, allow her to love him for exactly what he was. Maybe that’s why he fell so deep, so rapid. She understood him on a level, many others didn’t. Y/N tried her best not to mention it too much, she knew John wasn’t proud of what he was, and the reality he lived in.

It ate away at him, more and more each day. She understood that more than any one else.

Drowsily, she moves to grab a bottle of water out of the fridge, taking a long drag before setting it down. John watches her, biting his lip at how weak she looked. Uneasy, he opens his mouth to speak, before Y/N’s lips yelp in pain, hand shooting down to her stomach. Before she knows it, John’s rushed to her side with his large palm placed on her back, helping her stand. His eyes race in worry, brooding as concern overtakes.

“Y/N, I’m taking you to the doctor, okay?” He asserts, thoughts racing a million a second.

“John…”

“And I’m not taking no for an answer Y/N,” He argues.

“John! I’m alright! It’s just…”

John relaxes a little, allowing her to explain. “What, Y/N? Babe you’re screaming in pain. Please let me help you…”

She places a hand on his shoulder, urging him to calm down. “John it’s just…promise you won’t get grossed out?” She settles. He nods in response, intrigued. “I actually got my period this morning. I get really bad cramps and feel kinda sick. But it’s normal and it passes, alright?”

John lets his shoulders relax in a breathy exhale. Wiping a hand across his forehead, he sighs, taking seat beside her at the counter. “You scared me there. Why would I be grossed out?” he wonders, taking hold of her hand.

She shrugs. “I don’t know, some men do that. But it’s nothing to worry about, okay? I do it every month.” She giggles, seeing him ease. John brings her hand up to his lips, to press a light kiss to her palm. “As your very concerned boyfriend, I’m going to take care of you now. Whether you like it or not.”

It sure hadn’t been that long, but John would never pass on an opportunity to call himself her boyfriend, just as she would never miss a chance to call herself his girlfriend. It felt nice to acknowledge their relationship. It gave it a power over them, made it more real. It made their bond stronger.

“John, it’s really alright. I’ll just pop some medicine and it’ll be all fine.” She smiles, still holding his hand. It was truly pulling at her heart strings to see the concern and care. John shakes his head, affirming. 

“There were girls in the orphanage as well, I learned some stuff growing up.” He raises up off the chair, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “You left some pajamas here, they’re washed and folded in the laundry basket. Go change, and relax on the couch while I get some stuff together.” He smiles.

-

As Y/N rests on the couch, the sun has fully set, leaving the view from the window lit up with city lights afar. Dog rests at the foot of the couch, nuzzled beside his stuffed bear toy. John’s house was slightly on the outskirts of town on a small hill, leaving the city below glittering on a pitch noir night like tonight. The city lights seem to outshine the stars, the buzzing life between reminding of just how fast the world moves.            

A few moments later, John walks into the room, a tray full of goodies in hand. He sets it down on the coffee table, before turning to his much discomforted girlfriend, resting on the couch with her eyes closed.

“Baby,” John speaks softly to her. “I brought you medicine. It’ll help with the pain.” He proposes, holding two tablets to her. “Take it with this warm water, I don’t want you drinking any of that ice cold bottled water tonight. I’ve put a jug of this on the kitchen counter.” He gestures. “Keep sipping on this by the way, I’ve heard hydration helps with the pain. Try to finish the entire jug.” He sits down beside her, watching her take the medicine. From his side, he pulls out a heading pad he’s warmed up. 

She eyes it curiously, smiling. “John Wick owns a heating pad?” She giggles.

“He does.” He replies in a matter of fact tone. “It helps soothe muscle aches really good.” Placing it just over her abdomen, as she rests against the couch ledge, he kisses her forehead once more. “This should help with the shooting pain. I’ll heat it up again every 20 minutes.”

Smirking, he turns towards her again. “I know this is a cliché, but, I brought you some chocolate as well. I’m not sure if it actually helps though.” He chuckles, placing her favourite dark blend beside her. 

Giggling, she picks it up, unraveling it immediately. “I’m not gonna say no to chocolate.” She laughs.

Running a hand through his hair, John’s expression turns serious again. “Okay, I know sometimes you might just want to be left alone at a time like this, which is okay. I won’t be offended. I can go work on some bookbinding.” He smiles, rubbing her arm. “Would you like that, sweetheart?

Her eyes sparkle, heart gushing at the man in front of her. She knew John was special, caring, considerate, but this was a whole new level she hadn’t been exposed to before. This was incredibly grounding. This felt, as it does to be truly, honestly, unconditionally,

Loved. Purely loved, asking for nothing in return.

She scoots closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing a delicate kiss to his cheek. “No, I would not like that. I want you to stay with me.” She grins, looking into his café eyes.

“Alright.” Kissing her soft, briefly, John allows her to lean back on the couch ledge again, as he props her legs on top of his lap, covering her in a blanket tenderly. “Food should be here in about half an hour. Got your favourite.” He smiles, turning the TV on. “Your call.” He hands her the remote, allowing her to browse the catalogue. His hands working their way to her fuzzy socks equipped feet, gently kneading, massaging away. His fingers worked, trying his best to calm away any ache from her long day. 

For a moment, she just quite literally watches him, awestruck, at the way he’s treating her. She never quite imagined, she’d find someone this perfect. This utterly perfectly, in all senses. She’d really struck gold with this marvellous, wonderful man.

Unable to help herself, Y/N slides the heating pad off of her, rearranging her legs off of John’s lap. With his brows knit in confusion, John watches her move towards him, only stopping once her arms are wrapped around his neck, as she’d rest her head on his chest, sitting beside him. He engulfs her smaller frame, toned arms wrapped around her, as she rests on him, eyes closed in contentment. 

“Also,” John starts again, leaning his chin on her head. “I can run to the supermarket quickly if you need me to pick up whatever you…use. I promise I’m not the type to get embarrassed.” He chuckles.

She stays silent for a moment, indulging in the way he’s holding her. If there’s one thing, that she cherished in the most, it was the way he held her close, each and every time. Letting her know he’s near.

That he’d always be near.

With a soft voice, she probes, tangling her legs with his. “John, are you real?”

John halts, slightly jumbled. “What do you mean, love?” he asks.

Shifting, she keeps her arms secure around his neck, close enough to breathe in his woody scent. “What man does this? I fear you’re just a dream. A really fucking amazing dream.” She cups his cheek in her hand, locking his gaze, sincerely. 

“John, I know people have not been kind to you. I know they’ve cut at you and chipped you down each chance they got. But I need you to know,” She pauses briefly, collecting her words. “You are the most precious, amazing, wonderful man. You deserve so much. Don’t you dare forget it.” Bringing her hand down, she captures his, holding it tight. “I love you, John. I can’t say it enough.”

John looks down, having trouble holding her gaze. Perhaps he’d been told so often, too much, that he wasn’t worthy. Perhaps, he’d been called a monster far too many times to hear any truth to her words.

Perhaps, he was too far gone to believe anything she’d said. But it meant a lot, to hear it, regardless. It meant more than it may to anyone else, for John Wick, to hear, that someone thinks he’s good enough. 

That he’s not a beast.

Relieving a breathy exhale, John looks up at her again. “I love you, Y/N.”

Resting her head back on his chest, Y/N takes her place again, limbs wrapped around her lover as she reposes. With her petite hand hovering, moving to place over his heart on his broad chest, both their gazes glance out the window to the city in the distance. The beautiful city, with it’s warm evening glow, glittering, glimmering, life bustling inside at its fast pace. It moves so fast, reminding us to take joy in the present, believe what is truly there, in the moment.

She whispers into the evening air, voice silken as the evening calm.

“You’re a good man, Jonathan.” 

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Pink Ladies Rule the School (Narry AU)

“You’re late,” Gemma eyes him, eyebrow raised and head cocked to one side.

“Couldn’t decide, could I? They’re all pretty.”

“Harry,” Gem laughs, shaking her head. “C’mon, we’re just through here.” Harry follows Gemma through the hallway into the kitchen.

“Hey petal, look who came to see you.” “Uncle Harry!” His favorite niece jumps out of her chair and launches into him full force, almost knocking them both over. “Hey sweet pea, how’s my girl?” “Did ya bring it, huh? Did ya?” Harry proudly holds up the shopping bag hidden behind his back and presents it to his favorite niece. To be fair, she is his only niece, but he doesn’t like to quibble over details like that. “C’mon, let’s freshen you up,” she insists pulling him to the tiny table that’s set up in the corner of the kitchen. It’s just her size and perfect for playing manicure with her favorite uncle.

“Yes ma’am, I could use a bit of freshening up,” he looks to Gemma with a huge smile on his face at such grown up talk from his little angel.

“I know, right?  I think she got that from mum,” Gemma grins back at her brother.   Harry groans as he sinks to the floor, folding his long legs beneath him, and looks up to see Gemma stifling a laugh. “If you’d get one of your own for her to play with you might not have to do that.” “I like doing this with her, besides, m’not ready.” “You’ve been saying that for two years.” “Haven’t met anyone that interests me s’all,” he calls over his shoulder, watching his niece set the bag on her table and pull the tissue paper out. Her eyes light up when she peeks inside and the expression on her face is worth every moment he agonized over colors at the OPI counter.  He debated just buying one of everything, but in the end settled on these four. She pulls out a light frosted bubblegum pink and a dark shade, almost black in color. “Let’s do these ones first.” Harry dutifully holds out his hand and watches as she carefully paints each fingernail, alternating the colors. She globs it a little on his thumb and he helps her clean up the lines but all in all she does a pretty good job. Gemma sets a glass of Uncle Harry’s “special grape juice” on the table for him and watches her brother and daughter chatter away. The smells of Italian food fill the house and Gem sets a plate of pasta on the table then calls her daughter to supper. Harry walks over to the grown-up table, flapping his hands to hurry the drying process for his still wet nails. “Up you go.” Gemma helps her daughter into her booster seat then grabs her brother’s hand as the little one smiles up at them with a mouth full of pasta. “Hold still, lemme see,” she tightens her grip around his wrist, careful not to smudge the polish. “Nice,” she smiles. “Great job baby. I like those colors together.” They sit at the table, talking with her while she eats, then Gemma takes her daughter upstairs for a bath and Harry prepares for story time. He loves this part of their evenings together, doing special voices for all the characters in her books. They have their favorites and he improves his performance each time. When she finally drifts off and he kisses her goodnight he whispers, “Next week we’ll try Orange You Glad I Came and Teal Me No Lies my little snuggleupagus. Sweet dreams.” He steps outside her room, gently closing the door when he hears Gemma hiss “Harry!” and looks to his left. She’s standing at the top of the stairs and pulls him aside, quickly looking over the bannister to see if she’d been followed. Harry can hear voices downstairs and looks at her, confused. He hadn’t realized anyone else was coming to dinner tonight. “I want you to know I had nothing to do with this. It was all Michal.”

“What was all Michal?  Gem?” Harry is confused but Gemma doesn’t stick around to answer his questions.  She turns on her heel and walks down the stairs. Harry can’t see who’s with his brother-in-law but he follows Gemma, peeking around the corner to see if he can get a glimpse. “Harry!” Michal calls out to him when he sees his head. Harry has no choice now but to step into the room and as he does he sees Michal holding a beer and standing next to a gorgeous man dressed in a green jumper and jeans. “Harry, I’d like you to meet my mate, Niall Horan. We work together. You two have a lot in common so I wanted you to meet, thought you might hit it off.” Michal’s eyes are gleaming and Harry understands now what Gemma meant. He’s been set up. The handsome stranger wipes the moisture from the beer bottle on his jeans and extends his hand to Harry. Too late, Harry remembers the nail polish on his fingernails but can’t not shake the man’s hand. He’ll offend Michal’s friend if he pulls his hand back now but should he try to explain damp nail polish? The man smiles at him and when he notices the it, he raises his eyebrows at Harry but continues smiling, “Pleasure to meet yeh.” “Well, dinner’s ready, let’s eat,” Gemma directs in an attempt to move this embarrassing evening forward. She could wallop Michal for not telling her he was bringing someone home that he wanted to meet Harry when he’s only just told her he’s not ready to date again. Harry will never believe she had nothing to do with this little ambush. The conversation is lively as Niall and Harry completely hit it off, just as Michal predicted.  Harry tends to gesticulate when he talks and Niall matches his gregarious and charming nature.

When Gemma’s meal has been devoured, Harry is first out of his chair to clear the table and clean Gemma’s kitchen.  As he rinses dishes he reflects on the evening. Michal’s friend seems nice and Harry likes listening to his laugh, s’a shame really, he might’ve asked him out under different circumstances, at a different time maybe, but not now, he’s not ready.

“Stop hiding in here and come say goodbye.” Gemma puts her arm around Harry, pulling him away from the sink and toward the front door.  As they’re donning coats and scarves, Harry pulls out his phone to call for a ride. Niall sees him and offers to give him a lift. “It’s really no trouble at all. Go on, cancel your ride.” Harry hugs his sister, whose squeeze contains so many unspoken messages, Harry isn’t sure even he can decipher them all. He shakes Michal’s hand and follows Niall out the door. In the car, there’s an awkward silence, so Niall turns on the heat and lets it warm up before he puts the car in gear, finding a station that’s playing soft seventies rock. “So what colors did yeh get?” Niall finally breaks the silence as he pulls away from the curb. “I’m sorry?” “Your polish, what colors did the little bumblebee choose for yeh?” “Oh,” Harry laughs nervously, “it’s Pink Ladies Rule the School and Midnight in Moscow. She likes to alternate fingers.” Like the proud uncle he is, Harry holds up his hand for Niall to see. “I got Ginger Bells and Road House Blues a couple weeks ago. Think your niece is gonna be a first-class manicurist before she even starts school.” “She painted your nails?” Harry doesn’t know why this offends him but he thought he was the only one s’all and now he’s just not.  He wonders who else’s nails she’s painting and why hasn’t Gemma told him? “She’s a right little pip, that one.  Took it forever to come off, too but I didn’t wanna remove it cause I knew I’d be seein her and she always checks to see if she needs to freshen me up.” Niall laughs at this. “Can’t stop talking bout you, herself is crazy bout Uncle Harry. Tells me all about the colors she chooses for yeh each week.” Harry looks over at this friend of Michal’s, kind enough to let a little girl paint his nails and brave enough to keep wearing it because he doesn’t want to disappoint her. It’d be sweet if it wasn’t his favorite niece, but because it is, it melts Harry’s heart like nothing has in a very long time.  He’s so distracted by this thought he doesn’t realize that Niall has pulled his Range Rover into his driveway until he puts the vehicle in park. “Well, here we are.” “Yeh wanna maybe come in for some coffee?” Harry blurts out the invitation, knowing if he thinks about it too long he’ll come up with a million reasons why this is a very bad idea. Niall looks over the console and watches Harry for a moment before he answers. “Yeah, I’d like that.” Outside the vehicle Harry waits for Niall to walk around and as they meander along the path leading to his front door he’s surprised to feel a hand grasp his, entwining their fingers together. When he looks back, Niall is watching him for some cue to know if he’s overstepped. Harry decides he likes this feeling, it’s making him warm in ways he hasn’t felt in far too long and he can’t seem to stop smiling.  He squeezes, pulling Niall along behind him. “Who else’s nails does she paint? I thought I was the only one.” It’s not a full-on pout but there’s a hint of petulance in his voice as he digs his key out of his pocket and inserts it into the lock. “It’s just us.” Niall assures him. “Michal says she won’t paint anyone else’s. No idea why.” Harry looks back at Niall and their eyes lock for a long moment.  He knew she was his favorite niece for a reason.  “She’s got good taste, runs in the family,” he winks at Niall as he unlocks the door and leads him inside.

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[dorotheajanegilmore]

Closer to you - Chris Evans

CHAPTER SIX

March.

Strolling through Central Park on my lunch break, I felt my phone ringing in my back pocket.

In coming call from Logan

"Hey, what's up?" I answered as I looked over at the skyscraper just outside of the park, knowing that Logan was at his desk in our offices there.

"Hey Less, you need to get back here soon. This guy will be here in twenty and the presentation isn't working for me, I need you to log in."

"Shit." I bit my lip and headed over to the bin to throw away the rest of my sandwich. "I'll head back now I-" I let out a painful grunt as I turned and collided into someone.

"Oh my-" The guy put his hands on my arms to steady me. "Miss? Are you ok?"

My eyes were trained on the ground as i got a head rush. I shook my head and slowly looked up. "I'm sorry I should have been looking where I was going." I looked around to see if I could focus on the trees but I kept seeing two of everything.

"I think you need to sit down." The brunette man said as he guided me over to the bench.

I sat down, blinking a few times to correct my vision. When I finally see the two blurry trees become one whole clear one again, I began to lightly laugh at myself.

"I'm so sorry." I glanced at the guy beside me only to recognise him. He was wearing his hood up with a blue patriots cap and black sunglasses.

"Please." He waved me off. "It was my fault. Are you ok?"

"Yeah I'm fine." I brushed my hair back and cleared my throat.

"Wait a second, Alessia?" The guy asked, taking his sunglasses of to reveal those gorgeous blue eyes.

"Chris?" I can't believe I didn't recognise him. Holly has been begging me to contact him for weeks now. Penn told her that Sofia had been left heart broken from a breakup and Holly has been on my case about it. "Hi.." I said awkwardly.

"Hi." He smiled showing of his perfect teeth. "How are you? It's been a while huh."

"Yeah it has, I'm good. How are you?" I inquired politely, kind of hoping he brings up the breakup. Not because I'm hoping it's true, just because I'm nosy.

"I'm alright." He nodded, briefly looking down at the ground with furrowed brows. "I Uh, I've been busy and uh I'm kind of mending my heart right now haha." He brought it up! But then nervously laughed it off.

"Oh...oh I'm sorry." I feigned sympathy while trying not to dig for details. But secretly I would like to know more. "Breakups are always tough."

"Yeah."He nodded. "Well, I won't bore you with this."

"No, no you wouldn't be boring me. I-" Before I could coax him into telling me more my phone began to ring. It was Logan again. "Sorry, it's my boss."

"Oh, please. Take it." He encouraged and I nodded.

I quickly pressed the green icon and stood up. "Hi?"

"Alessia, where the hell are you?" Logan's angry voice came through the other side of the phone. "The clients are here early, get your ass here now."

"Right, sorry. I'm talking to a...friend. I'm leaving now." I said loitering near Chris.

"Hurry." Logan instructed before he hung up.

I sent Chris an apologetic smile and he shook his head. "Off you go." He joked.

"I do have to go but I would like to talk to you more. If you're in the city for a few days and decide you need some coffee, just lemme know." I told him, kind of hoping he'd take me up on the offer.

"Definitely." He said with much enthusiasm. His response made me blush a little. "Thanks, I'll text you later."

"Great. Well, I have to run so...bye." I have an awkward wave and he chuckled and shook his head at me.

"See ya."

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The meeting went well, I arrived just as everyone was flooding into the conference room and managed to slip in behind one of the execs from company meeting with us today, playing it off as if I was getting the door for him.

They liked all of our pitches and decided that they'd like to use our team to help publish their scripts and Logan was over the moon.

As soon as the rich white guys left I headed down to my office where I proceeded to close all of my blinds and collapse into the grey couch.

Just as my face was buried in the soft material the door opened and closed and Logan kneeled down beside the couch.

"What?" I mumbled into the couch.

He flicked my elbow to get my attention and I yelped into the pillow. I turned my head to look at him, not bothering to move from the comfy position.

"I need your help." He raised a brow at me. "You know how me and Asa are getting married next month? Well we need to check out some venues. You down?"

"Down for what? Looking at fancy overpriced gardens and vineyard places?"

"Very smarts." He made fun of me and stood up.

I moved my legs for him to sit down and sat up like a normal human. "When do you want to go?"

"Like tomorrow? It's Saturday so it'll be a little busy but it's the only day we could be pencilled in. It's a very expensive lodge right on the Hudson, it's stunning."

"Yeah okay." I nodded, not having any plans anyway.

Later that night I sat on my bed, unwinding with some It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia and sipping some wine. I had just finished another load of paper work and was set on Not. Moving.

Then my phone buzzed. I looked over at my nightstand and wondered, should I bother? Could it wait until morning? Knowing that the curiosity would only bug me I knew I had to get that phone.

It was an Instagram message.

@CEvans

Hi, you still up for that coffee?

@AlessiaPerri

I’m in pjs.

Apartment 180 - location attached

About twenty minutes later there was a knock at the door.

Previous: chapter five

Next: chapter seven

[curious-fools-howl-to-the-moon]

Chapter 2 is here!! Still kind of slow, but building up! (And it’s another long one!)

She finished filling out the register information and hit log in. She had no chat requests and her inbox was empty, as to be expected from someone who just created an account. So far so good. She picked up her phone and texted Heather.

'Hey, what's your blue umbrella name?' And hit send.

She sat her phone to the side and stared at her computer screen, waiting for a text back. Minutes passed and no reply. No requests either, not even from random accounts. She sighed and picked up her phone again, "Come on Heather, the fuck?" she checked and saw no new messages before tossing her phone back down.

Finally her phone buzzed and she picked it up, it was Heather. She opened the text, 'Hey! Sorry for the late reply, was driving. Just text me your name, it'll be easier for me to find you.' Delilah sighed again to herself as she started typing out her username and hit the send button. Seconds later she got a reply. 'Smeared_Mascara??? What are you 12?? lol'

'You're lucky I even went on this stupid site to start with. Does anyone even use this anymore? I've been on here for almost ten minutes and not one message or requests, nothing.' she texted back and then instantly got a reply. So fast that Delilah was unsure if she even got her reply before she sent it. 

'Joking obviously Lemme look you up!' She tossed her phone to the side again as she waited for Heather's request.

A couple seconds passed and then a message box appeared on the screen saying [SUMMER_wHEATHER wants to chat with you! y/n?] Delilah felt a small smirk appear on her face. She hit the y button and started her message.

[SMEARED_MASCARA: Seriously? Summer wheather? And you said MY username was childish.]

[SUMMER_wHEATHER: Mine is NOT childish! It's totally clever!! Don't ruin my fun on here already :P]

[SMEARED_MASCARA: Ok, ok. Calm yourself. I'm not gonna ruin anything. Not yet anyway, lol. What are you up to?]

[SUMMER_wHEATHER: I'm home now. Chilling in my Pajamas. Really wanted to get out tonight but this weather sucks ass.]

[SMEARED_MASCARA: Agreed. Usually I like this kind of weather, but not when I have to run home in it and it fucks my makeup up. lol]

[SUMMER_wHEATHER: Ugh, I hate rain. Regardless of how it treats my makeup. Just depressing. You have tomorrow off right?? You and I should go do something!] 

She smiled as her eyes read the message. She had to admit, that did sound like fun. She couldn't really remember the last time they got to hang out, it was definitely around the time Heather first moved down here.

[SMEARED_MASCARA: Fuck it, that sounds fun. Let's do it, God knows I could use a break. Pam's been working me like a dog as of late. I think I might've pissed her off or something.]

[SUMMER_wHEATHER: Yayyyyyyy!! Awesome!! Not that she's working you hard, obviously. Anyway, it's settled then. Maybe some shopping downtown and then we'll grab a bite to eat, my treat? And we're NOT going to the bar so no worries, lmfao] 

Delilah smirked to herself as she let out a chuckle. Heather could be a bit much sometimes, but most of the time she was just trying to be a solid friend. Something that Delilah was thankful she had. At least one.

[SMEARED_MASCARA: Lmfao, sounds good. Thanks girl. You wanna pick me up tomorrow? Say around noon-ish?]

[SUMMER_wHEATHER: Uh, yeah? You can't very well walk all the way to my house??? lmao. I'm kidding! Noon sounds great! We're definitely gonna start using this website more often. SO much quicker than texting and you actually answer these. ;P lol. See you then! Love ya!!!! <3]

Delilah chuckled again as she typed. [SMEARED_MASCARA: Lol, you're hilarious. Love ya too. <3]

The next box that appeared simply read, [SUMMER_wHEATHER has gone offline] She scoffed, "Goodnight to you too, Heather." she said to herself as she moved her cursor to the closing tab button. Her finger hovered over it when another message box appeared and her computer dinged, she glanced to it with furrowed brows.

[B_H wants to chat with you! y/n]

Her brow raised, [B_H] sounded really bland, almost boring. Why would they want to chat with someone like her? Maybe it's some old person, it wouldn't surprise her if Heather had sent her to some website that had even more elderly people than Facebook. She shrugged to herself, she wasn't exactly ready for bed anyway. A few more minutes of talking to someone who was more than likely as interesting as a brick wall might do the trick. She reached over to the coffee table and took her beer, taking a sip of it as she hit the y button.

[SMEARED_MASCARA: Hey.] she sent the message and laid back a little. She was usually the first one to start conversations anyway, even in the real world, so this wasn't anything new. Almost instantly, she heard her computer ding again and the blue message box appear. She opened it.

[B_H: Hello.] They replied. She arched a brow, they replied quickly. Maybe she was the only person they were talking to? She wondered if there was a group chat option or something? She wasn't sure how this thing even worked, but just hoped it wasn't too complicated.

[SMEARED_MASCARA: What's up?]

[B_H: I'm sitting at home bored out of my mind. Thought I could talk to some like minded people on here. What about you?]

[SMEARED_MASCARA: Just got home from work a few hours ago. It's been a long night and I'm just thankful I don't have to go in tomorrow, lol]

[B_H: Sorry to hear that, work sucks. Care to talk about it? I've had a few bad nights of my own.]

[SMEARED_MASCARA: Just a shit situation. I got out of it though. You work around Bridgton?]

[B_H: I do. Retail work downtown. Right near Mona's and that shit Chinese restaurant.]

[SMEARED_MASCARA: Lol, never had the food there. I'll steer clear. Thanks for the heads up.]

[B_H: You work in Bridgton too?]

[SMEARED_MASCARA: I do. More IN town than downtown, but the people are just as bad I'm sure. lol]

[B_H: The worst.]

[SMEARED_MASCARA: So what's the B_H stand for?]

[B_H: Just initials. I'm not that creative with usernames. What about yours?]

[SMEARED_MASCARA: It was just basically my reflection tonight. Lol nothing special]

[B_H: Why is it smeared?]

[SMEARED_MASCARA: It was raining when I got home, pouring actually. Completely ruined my eye makeup.]

[B_H: Oh, I see.] they sent another immediately after. [B_H: Your interests says you like computers. You work with them?]

[SMEARED_MASCARA: I don't work with them professionally. I use to do coding for my friend. I didn't look at your interests, you like them too? Lol] It wasn't exactly coding that she did, it was more like hacking, but that wasn't exactly something she wanted to type out in a chat box on the internet. Who knows how secure this site really was?

[B_H: I do actually, kind of a fan of anything you can take apart and put back together. Guess you could say I'm a tech guy.]

[SMEARED_MASCARA: Oh cool. I use to be really into it and still dabble in it from time to time, but the diner keeps me way too busy. Unfortunately, lol]

[B_H: You work at a diner?]

"Fuck." she said aloud to herself. [SMEARED_MASCARA: Yeah, lol.]

[B_H: I bet you deal with some of the worst people then.]

[SMEARED_MASCARA: Lol, anyone who works with people have the worst people.]

[B_H: Haha, agreed. Well, I won't hold you up, big day tomorrow right?]

Her brows furrowed as she read over the message. [SMEARED_MASCARA: What do you mean? lol]

[B_H: You said you had the day off? I just thought you'd be doing something exciting. You seem like that kind of person.]

She relaxed a bit and shook her head. [SMEARED_MASCARA: Oh right, I forgot I mentioned it. Must be more tired than I thought, lol. I hope it's exciting though and I'm glad that I seem like that kind of person.]

[B_H: You do. I'm glad we were able to talk, at least for a while.]

[SMEARED_MASCARA: Me too. I was a little hesitant to accept your chat to be honest, lol. I wasn't sure the kind of people that hang on this site.]

[B_H: Absolutely. Be careful of who you talk to on here. I've had my fair share of...weirdos.]

[SMEARED_MASCARA: I bet, lol.]

[B_H: Well, have a good night. We should do this again soon. Honestly, I wasn't expecting to find anyone interesting on here, but I was wrong. I wanna get to know you better. You seem nice.]

She smiled to herself and started typing, [SMEARED_MASCARA: Aw, thanks lol. We will, for sure. I could use another friend. Having just one gets kind of lonely after a while lol.]

[B_H: I understand. I don't have many friends either.]

[SMEARED_MASCARA: Well, you seem pretty cool yourself. Kinda different from most of the people around here, but I like different. We'll add each other to our lists for later, have a nice night, B.]

[B_H: You too.]

[B_H has gone offline]

Delilah exited off the browser and closed her laptop, feeling a sense of excitement wash over her. It's been forever since she's talked with anyone that wasn't Heather. Not that she was anti-social or anything, because quite frankly she was the exact opposite. 

She loved talking with people and meeting new people, it's just everyone around here usually just ignored her. But it was strange, she hardly knew anything about this person. Their name, gender, age or even what they looked like. She didn't know any of it but for some reason she felt comfortable enough to tell them about her night as if they did know each other. Maybe it was just the complete and total anonymous of it all that made her so trusting. 

They don't know anything about her either, so there was nothing to lose. Regardless, she was glad she at least talked to someone different tonight. 

She stood from her couch, stretched her body and tossed her two beer bottles into the trash can before heading into her bedroom.

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A man sat at a desk, his head tilted and his chin propped up underneath his palm as he stared at his computer screen. The homepage of Under Debbie's Blue Umbrella was right in front of him. 

His basement was almost pitch dark aside from the bright light that shined from his desktop. There were other computers that surrounded him, with monitors of all different sizes that were covered with different icons and websites. 

Various types of drawings were clothes pinned to string that hung from his ceiling. The drawings were...strange, to say the least. A lot of black and red, some looked to be scribbled with marker while others seemed to drip like paint.

Scattered around the shelves, on tables and under desks were scrap metal pieces from old and new electronics. Things he would use to build whatever he needed whenever he needed it. His head never moved from it's tilted state as he leaned back in his computer chair, the back of it squeaked as he did. 

His piercing blue eyes were still locked on the screen in front of himself. He appeared to be in his late twenties, he was thinner with short brown hair.

This man's name was Brady Hartsfield. Unknowingly to everyone else was also the infamous Mercedes Killer who went completely off the grid two years ago immediately after his crime had taken place. The crime of course being that he drove a Mercedes through a crowd of people at a job fair, leaving hardly any survivors. His face wasn't shown and so he was never caught and still resides in Bridgton Ohio to this day, right under Bill Hodges's nose. 

Bill Hodges was a detective, the same detective that tried so hard to put him behind bars after the murders. But he failed and since then has retired from his position as a on duty detective.

"Smeared Mascara, huh?" Brady said aloud to no one, his voice the only sound that emitted from the room. "Hm." He had to admit to himself, she intrigued him. He wasn't sure why, but she did. 

He finally tore his gaze away from the computer screen and over to the clock on his wall. It showed it was a little past one in the morning. He nodded to himself, as much as he hated to do it, he had to be at work tomorrow. Which meant he had to wake up earlier and that meant going to bed at a reasonable hour. Not that sleeping was ever something he did particularly well.

He pushed himself away from his desk and stood from the chair. As he made his way over to the bed his mind stayed focused on whoever this ‘SMEARED_MASCARA' was. She mentioned she worked at a diner in town, but that didn't really narrow it down. There were tons of diners in Bridgton. 

He rested his head on his pillow and pulled his sheets over himself as he stared at the wall. She said she did coding as well, he wondered what kind and why she did it.

She could be someone he needed. Someone who could help him. And even if she couldn't help him with exactly what he needed, he figured in the long run it would be a lot better to have her on his side than against him. It looked like he would be adding the task of trying to recruit her to his already long list of things to do. 

He had to be careful, precise and cautious. First thing first, he had to figure out if what she was saying was true. Was she really that experienced with computers? Did she really know about coding and possibly even hacking? This could be a good thing. A very good thing.

But if he slipped up, even for a second, she could find out everything she did not need to know. But then again, if she did, there was always a quick answer for that.

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A car horn honked outside her house and it made her nearly jump out of her bed. A sense of dread washed over her as her eyes adjusted to the sun pouring in through her small bedroom window. She was still in the clothes she got home in last night, she didn't even get changed into pajamas.

"Oh you've gotta be shitting me..." she muttered to herself and swung her legs off the side of the bed. "I did not sleep until fucking noon..." she said in disbelief at herself. "Jesus Christ, Lilah..." she rubbed her face over with her hand just as her cellphone rang from the bedside table, making her jump again.

She grabbed it and looked to the caller ID; it was Heather. She sighed to herself and even though she was sure of what would be said, she answered it. "I know, I know." she said as she stood from the bed and walked to her kitchen. She heard Heather's cheerful morning voice speak from the phone. One of the many things Delilah was jealous of about Heather, she was definitely a morning person. Delilah on the other hand, a complete night owl.

"Hey! I'm parked out front! You coming out or what?" she asked.

"Yeah, I just...I needed to grab something." she winced at herself for not being able to come up with a better excuse than that. She knew Heather wasn't going to buy it, she was way smarter than that. She heard a scoff of disbelief from the other line.

"What do you have to-oh my God, Delilah. Are you seriously just waking up?" she asked, "You do know it's noon right?"

Delilah grabbed a cereal bar and bottled water, "Yes, I am aware it's noon." she closed her fridge with her foot and headed towards the door. She sat her phone on the counter and hit the speaker button as she started to put on her boots. "My fucking alarm didn't go off." she said with a grunt.

"Sure." her friend dragged out the word that was then followed by a laugh. "When did you finally go to sleep last night?" she asked, sounding more concerned than curious. Even though she was the same age as Delilah, Heather always was watching out for her like she was her mom. Occasionally making sure she ate right, got enough sleep and got out to have fun once in a while.

Delilah couldn't help but chuckle to herself, "I'm 27 years old Heather, I can go to bed whenever I want."

"Delilah..."

She sighed as she stood up, "Around like 2:45 or something." She looked over herself in the mirror, fixing her hair that stuck up around her head before pulling it into a ponytail. She reached into her bag and pulled out her makeup as she quickly started to apply it. 

"I just lost track of time. It's fine though, I'm literally about to walk out the door. See you in just a sec." She didn't give Heather anymore time to nag, instead she hung up her phone and stuck it in her pocket. She finished her makeup, grabbed her cereal bar and water then headed out her front door.

She closed it behind herself and could hear Heather's car engine running behind herself. She turned and jogged down the stairs towards the car, nearly tripping over her own feet. She caught herself and her breakfast she was holding but what she didn't catch was her cellphone that plummeted straight into the concrete sidewalk screen first.

"Fuck!" She exclaimed as Heather's passenger side window rolled down and she leaned towards it.

"Oh fuck was that your cell?" she asked, as if her phone were a child.

"Yeah. Exactly what kind of shit I needed this morning." Delilah muttered as she bent down and picked it up before making her way to the passenger side of Heather's car. She got in and closed the door, putting all her belongings in her lap. "Please don't be smashed..." she said as she squinted her eyes and flipped it over. 

Heather sharp intake of air told her that her fear had come true. She opened her eyes and her shoulder's dropped. The whole front screen was cracked, it started from the center and went out like a web. "Goddammit."

Heather took her phone from her hands and looked to it, "Maybe...it's not that bad off?" she said and Delilah shot her a stop bullshitting type look. She sighed, "I'm not joking, it might be fixable somehow..." she flipped it over to look at the back. "What kind of phone is this anyway?"

"An old as Hell one Pam gave me." she said as she took her phone back from her friend, "God, she is not gonna buy me a new one." she whined as she moved her thumb over the dented glass. Heather started up her car and began driving.

"Just eat your breakfast first, we'll figure out the phone thing. It won't be a big deal." she gave her a smile and Delilah didn't return the gesture. Instead she just stuffed her phone into her pocket and started to open her cereal bar.

"Why couldn't I have dropped this shit?" she held it up as she took at bite out of it. Heather laughed and shook her head as she sighed.

"Because it's us." she said and that made a small smirk appear on Delilah's lips.

"That I believe."

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Heather got onto the main road that led into town, "So, why'd you get to bed so late last night?" she asked casually. "And I'm not buying the whole 'I lost track of time' excuse, because I'm not stupid." she added with a lighthearted laugh. Delilah nodded and scoffed.

"I know." she paused, "I had planned on going to bed right after we finished talking. But then I got another request, from someone named B_H." she shrugged and Heather raised a brow to her before looking back to the road. Delilah continued, "I accepted it and we talked for a bit. They seem pretty cool and they work in downtown Bridgton." she finished as she took another bite from her breakfast bar.

"Ooh." Heather almost sang, "Made a new friend, did we?" she smiled.

She smirked and shook her head, "This isn't high school. They said they were looking for some like-minded people to talk to, I guess I just fit that bill." she shrugged. "I don't know anything about them aside from their screen name, so I wouldn't call us friends."

"Well you have to find out more!" she said impatiently as she tapped the steering wheel with her polished nails. "I wanna know more about this guy and what he looks like!"

She scoffed, "I don't even know if it's a guy, Heather." she smiled, "For all I know they could be someone's grandma or something."

"You're screen name is smeared mascara...tell me an old grandma who would wanna talk with someone with that name." she let her words sit in the air for a moment, a sly smile appeared on her face. "I do know that a lot of guys would want to though. They probably think it sounds mysterious...sexy." she growled and Delilah nearly choked on her water.

"Heather, please." she said in between coughs, "I'm trying to eat my breakfast here."

She laughed and grinned, a pearly white smile. "It's alright to be excited about a new friend you know...or maybe something more?" she winked to her.

Delilah swallowed the last bite of her cereal bar and shook her head, "Alright, no more talking. You just drive now before I throw myself out of this moving car." Heather laughed again but her friend's words echoed in her ears. She started to wonder who exactly B_H was, and what they were doing talking to someone like her.

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[kati-mariposa]

Guardians: Chapter 1

Characters: OC, Bill Skarsgard & Jeffrey Dean Morgan

*WARNING: Mild/Some Language

Summary: After Kat (OC) runs away from her hometown for personal reasons, she is taken under the wing & care of a single man almost twice her age, Jeffrey. Almost a year later, she has become like family to Jeffrey, has befriended a young handsome guy named Bill, and even gets a chance to do small art commissions for profit. However, things become tense between the three when she seems to get closer to Bill, but Jeffrey strongly disapproves for mysterious, yet suspicious reasons. It's a battle for her trust, love & protection.

Author's Notes: The idea came to me in the middle of the night, like most people I know & was originally going to only make it for my own personal enjoyment in order to practice writing, but in the end I decided to share it with others! Bear with me, it's been a very long time since I've written anything & as always, I tend to give a lot of detail to my stories, so I apologize in advance if it seems so long to read. Also, I gave the main character a name because I normally don't type reader inserts. Again guys, please bear with me & let me know in the end what you think of the story! I plan to make more types of stories in the future! Thank you & enjoy~!

[*DISCLAIMER: The actors do not represent themselves as actors, but as the characters I created to play out in the story.]

-Chapter 2

The strong aroma of crisp, bold coffee filled the air from the kitchen. The smell lingered through the living room, the hall and into the bedroom where I was brushing and fixing my hair in an up-do for the morning. It was a bit stuffy in the house so I decided that I would enjoy a cup outside on the front porch swing. I knew it’d be cooler since Fall Season had barely begun and I wanted to embrace it as much as I could before it got even colder later. I got a whiff of the coffee and it was a relaxing scent from afar.

In a rush to get a cup, I went through my closet, picked out a pair of light jeans and a maroon sweater and threw them on quickly. Scanning the floor, I found my pair of black Air Jordan High Tops and slipped them on after putting on a pair of black socks. Out of habit, I grabbed my deodorant bar, applied where needed and then grabbed my perfume bottle to give a few mists of spray from neck to chest. Even if I’m outdoors, I like to smell good.

I casually walked out of my room and headed for the kitchen, noting the empty house in its quiet and still position, my footsteps echoed from the floor to the walls. I grabbed an empty mug from the cabinet and turned off the coffee maker to pour some. I went into the fridge and grabbed the small bottle of creamer because I didn’t really like my coffee too strong, just enough not to be too sweet either.

I stepped outside through the front doors carefully holding the mug without tipping it over from the side, since I always almost fill it up high, leaving the main door ajar and shutting the black screen door closed behind me. I took a seat on the wide sturdy wooden swing positioning my bottom on the cushion so I could be comfortable and leaned back a bit, lightly rocking the swing with my feet. With the first sip of coffee, I began enjoying my surroundings and the weather. It was lovely. The breeze felt great against my skin and under the shade of the roof. The trees along the streets were already turning into multiple Autumn colors and raining down gracefully from their branches. I could get used to it every day.

My phone started ringing not only five minutes into it and when I glanced at it, I had to answer. It was one of my younger sisters from out of town. “Hello?” I answered.

The conversation was brief, but I always appreciated speaking to one of them, especially since it’s been almost a year since I’ve seen them.

“Yeah, but I’m fine. Trust me. I miss you guys. I love you. Bye,” I hung up in a sad tone.

I had almost forgotten that it’s been that long since I desperately ran away from home because of an ultimate fight with my now ex-fiance. I couldn’t stand to be there after all the drama I went through. I could barely tolerate thinking about it. I get worked up and upset once it crosses my mind again and again. I bowed my head down to a face palm as the memory dawned on me when I heard a vehicle pull up on the side of the street.

When I looked up, a dark car was parked in front of my house. As soon as the person came out from the driver’s seat, I didn’t hesitate to rise up from the swing to peer at him with a smile, like all the bad thoughts faded away when he came over.

“Bill!” I shouted excitedly. A playful grin formed across his lips as he approached the porch steps.

“Hey Kat. You look a little down. What’s the matter?” he wondered slowly dropping his smile.

“Well, it’s no surprise that you were able to notice my distress,” I said while slightly impressed.

His chuckle was low as he sat next to me on the swing, but he did it so fast that it knocked us both back and I almost spilled my warm coffee on myself. Luckily, I grabbed it tightly and moved it with the motion of the swing.

“Boy, you almost made me drop my coffee!” I exclaimed with my mouth gawked playfully.

“My bad,” he laughed as he fixed himself on the cushion, trying to tease me again.

Bill and I met while I was scoping the neighborhood shortly after I moved here and we grew to be good friends. I remember walking by his house when I lost my balance and fell face forward onto the concrete, scraping my hands and destroying my cheap plastic cup, with my drink splashed across the ground. Not only was I embarrassed due to possible neighbors watching, but I was very upset when I realized that I spilled my drink all over the floor. Honestly, I was mainly sad that my drink was gone and not in my body.

“Hey, are you okay?” I heard a young male voice speak from far away. I got up and turned to see where the voice was coming from, also checking on my then bleeding hand. I could hear the soda fizzing against the concrete, soaking through the hard material and appearing as a stain. Then I heard footsteps coming closer to me.

“Hey. I saw you trip and wanted to make sure you’re okay,” the voice spoke again.

I finally faced them and there he was, a very tall slender but fit, emerald green eyed boy staring down at me and I mean it when I say staring down because I’m kind of, pretty short compared to him. To be honest, I thought from day one that he was an extremely handsome mother- eh… Just extremely handsome, but I wasn’t going to say it out of the blue, I was too shy about that. I stared at him with heat in my cheeks and my lips slightly parted.

“Oh my God, your hand is bleeding,” his big hands grabbed my bloody wounded one gently. I felt the heat in my cheeks grow as I silently tried to keep my cool. My breathing became irregular and my heartbeat increased rapidly without my full control. I was too nervous to speak at that moment, but I knew I needed to say something.

“I spilled my drink,” I said so disappointedly as I began to sob, “I smashed it all over the ground and I was so thirsty. I was careless.”

That caught him off guard and I certainly felt stupid about it. He was confused because I didn’t seem to mind my cut hand but I was more worried about my ruined drink on the street. Suddenly, he started laughing loud and hard which made me feel more stupid about myself and I cried more in front of him. I thought he was making fun of me and tried to free my hand from him so I could run back home, but he kept a good grip on me.

“Wait! Wait. I’m- I’m sorry. It’s just I would’ve thought you’d care for you hand more than your drink. I’m sorry, don’t cry,” he apologized as he shook off what little laughter he had left in him.

I sniffled, avoiding eye contact with him since I felt shameful, but he managed to look directly at mine with his gentle green ones and have an encouraging grin across his face, I guess an attempt to comfort me.

“C’mon, lemme help you wash your cut. If you’re still thirsty, I’ll get you another drink,” he offered as he basically pulled me toward his house, like I had a choice.

He treated my hand, wrapped it for me and as promised, he took me somewhere to get another large soda to make up for the old one. He claimed he felt bad for making me cry and did what he could to help. That was the day our friendship blossomed.

He no longer lives in that house where he shared it with his brother Alexander. Actually, he moved out and got his own apartment about a few months ago. It’s nice enough, at least during the times I’ve visited him there, but good for him for being on his own. If only I was that lucky.

“So tell me. What’s on your mind?” he asked again.

“It’s nothing. Just…”

“You were thinking about your life back at your hometown, huh?” his smile faded, his eyes focused on me.

“My sister called me right before you arrived. I guess it brought back memories, mostly the bad ones,” I admitted while meeting my eyes with his, observing his concerned expression. I was sure he saw the sadness in my eyes somewhere, he knew me long enough to identify it.

He shifted closer to me in comfort’s reach and puts his arm around my shoulder, pulling me in to where my head rested on his shoulder. It was swift that it caught me off guard. He also had some arm strength that I sometimes overlooked.

“What did she say?” he questioned casually, keeping a hold on me.

“We only talked about what’s going on with them lately. And to remind me that they miss me over there. I really miss them too.”

“I bet you do. It’s about to be a full year since you left?”

“Yup. Can’t believe it’s been that long without my family by my side, but I can’t go back. Not yet.”

He turned me to face him directly, leaving only a small distance from each other’s heads between us. Then he gave me a soft grin of assurance.

“I understand. Take as much time as you need. Just hope that they don’t forget about you if you wait too long,” he told me with some support.

“They won’t. I know I wouldn’t,” I assured him as I took another go at the coffee cup, “But it’ll be another birthday they’ll miss.”

He released his grip on my arm to lay it on the top edge of the swing, carefully rocking it with his foot. I stared blankly at the wood panel floor of the porch, feeling the sway of the swing forward and backward and leaving my legs dangling at the bottom.

“It’s in a couple of months right? December” he wanted to remind himself.

I nodded, now staring at the houses across the road, finding peace in my surroundings while being rocked by Bill. It was soothing enough in my opinion. Bill and I were about a few years apart. He already turned 27 while I was about to be in my mid-twenties. God I was getting old, but I guess he has it worse, so I should be glad for that.

“What are you planning to do for it?” he wondered.

“I’ma hire a stripper over so I can throw dollar bills at him,” I joked revealing my tongue at him. He let out a laugh that shook the swing a bit and sat up straight to face me.

“Why hire one when you can just ask me?” he teased with that devious grin he likes to give me at times. Up to no good, I’d say.

“Whatever,” I rolled my eyes, playfully shoving him away. Deep down, that might’ve been nice to see, but I didn’t want to dwell into that domain. My cheeks could give it away. “I can't do any of that. Besides, I know a certain someone wouldn’t approve of these naughty actions, even if it was for my birthday,” I added.

“That’s for sure,” he agreed chuckling. During this short discussion I had completely overlooked the one thing I wondered about Bill since he got there. I finally decided to ask.

“By the way, why are you here? Weren’t you supposed to go to work this morning?” I interrogated with another drink.

He shrugged his broad shoulders, “I don’t know. Before I got to leave the apartment, one of the guys at work called and told me to not go in today, that they had it under control or some crap like that. I’m not gonna argue over a day off.”

“I suppose so,” I said.

“Why? You didn’t want to see me? I’m so hurt, I’ma leave,” he tried standing up to get away from me, but I latched on to his grey sweater and tugged to pull him back into the swing.

“No no no! Sit your ass down. I was kidding,” I giggled first, then he followed.

This was what I really liked about him. We could joke and play with each other all the time and it rarely bothered us. It was our routine, our own thing. I mean, I’m aware that he might mess with other people from time to time and I joke with others, but what we do tends to be unique, especially with my feistiness and his eagerness to put me on the spot for being so savage. Not to mention, he loves to tease about my height a lot. Let’s also not forget his famous devilish grin he loves to give when he’s about to be up to trouble. It gets me every time.

“Alright. But only because it’s you,” he grinned as he side hugged me.

Just as I was hugging him in return, an old grey pick-up truck was seen from the corner of my eye coming down the road and slowly turning over into the driveway. I automatically knew who it was once it made a complete stop near the end of the path near the house.

“He’s home? Already?” I quizzically mumbled.

Bill didn’t need for me to repeat myself in order for him to figure out who it was. He recognized the truck. His lively smile fell short once the driver’s side door swung open. I immediately sat up as if I was guilty of something, placing my mug on the mini table and watched as they closed the truck door.

“Jeffrey! You’re home super early,” I shouted with an exaggerated welcoming smile.

He approached the porch steps and stepped up with a smirk to give me a soft kiss on the top of my head. I could tell Bill was a bit uncomfortable by the gesture.

“Well darling, I have an early lunch today. Decided to come home for a quick meal,” Jeffrey explained beaming down at me. Of course, glancing at Bill even for a second made him frown and it was awkward, “Hello Bill.”

“Good morning Jeff, sir,” he maintained a fake smile as he did a light wave with his free hand.

It sucked being in between these two. I never understood it and yet I could feel the tension and heated auras as they silently glared at one another. Maybe it was the age difference or perhaps Jeffrey enjoyed pretending to be my father and thought Bill was a troublemaker, but Jeffrey is not my father. In fact, he’s my roommate, or in his mind, my guardian, even though I’m too old for that to be considered. He did take me in generously when I made it all the way over here alone with nothing much, so I guess I owed it to him somehow. I still have no idea why he accepted me, a total stranger into his life and home without expecting any sort of repayment from me. It was odd, but I couldn’t refuse a place to stay. I was desperate for a new start.

“I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me,” Jeffrey said before entering the house, leaving Bill and I alone once again.

“Does he really hate my guts?” Bill questioned.

“What makes you say that?” I countered with my eyes meeting his.

“You saw the way he eyed me after greeting you. He obviously doesn’t like me, but I have no clue why. I didn’t do anything to him and yet he continues to glare at me with each passing visit.”

“I know, but it’s probably nothing. He’s probably just acting like he has to be my father or something. Trying to be big and tough, I bet.”

“Well hopefully he’ll cut it out soon. His overprotective nature is overwhelming,” he stated brushing his long fingers through his brown hair to the side.

“Don’t worry. Besides, I’m not going to let him do anything more. I don’t need to be protected from you,” I told him softly.

Bill turned his head with curiously raised eyebrows and his green eyes gleamed as he locked them with mine. He pursed his neutral pink lips waiting for my next line of reason.

“Because I know you won’t do anything to hurt me, right?” I genuinely said, feeling a little nervous.

A slow but big smile curved across his soft looking lips. His eyes even softened from my honest comment. He pulled me close to where our bodies were pressed sideways for him to rest his head on top of mine.

“Of course. I’ve told you before, I swore I would never do anything to hurt you or make you cry. If I ever did, I’d feel like the scum of the Earth. Remember when I saw you cry the first time we met, how you tripped and scraped your hand,” he insured and reminded me as he held me tight, “And all you could think of was your spilled soda soaking in the street.”

“Hey! You like to bring it up all the time don’t ya?!” I laughed as I shoved him lightly.

“I’m sorry, it was hilarious how you reacted to the situation,” he laughed hard.

“I-! I was shy around you! Guys make me that way all the time. Especially if they’re handsome,” I mumbled under my breath near the end, hoping he didn’t hear me.

“So does that make me one of the handsome ones? Cuz you were extremely red like a tomato when you were near me in the beginning,” his devious smirk formed.

My face felt like it was by a fire, it started to flush when I realized he must’ve heard my quiet comment. My heart began beating differently as I pondered what to say next. I turned to see him eye to eye despite revealing my colored cheeks to him.

“S-Shut up! You’re gorgeous! Ah! No! I mean, that’s not! I’m going inside to put up my mug,” I tried to get up and leave my embarrassment behind.

However, he grabbed my arm and tugged on my sleeve to gesture me to return to my seat by him. I obeyed.

“No, come back! I didn’t mean to put you on the spot,” he chuckled loud. “You don’t need to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“Well, I might as well now since it slipped! Yes, I think you’re gorgeous. Which explains why my cheeks look like I’m about to breathe fire,” I absentmindedly admitted without making eye contact.

“Honesty is the best policy,” he grinned.

“Shut up,” I said crossing my arms with attitude. I slowly went back to normal as my nerves began to calm down.

Suddenly, he attacked me with the tips of his fingers to get my very ticklish spots and the surge of funny nerves rapidly traveled through my body, causing me to laugh hard and move around to get away.

“Oh my God! Stop Bill! You know I hate it!” I cried while giggling loud.

“I’m cheering you up Kat! Don’t resist! Give in to the tickles!” he jokingly commanded as he continued the assault on my nerves.

Tears were creeping in the corners of my eyes as I squirmed to get free from his grasp, but he was much stronger than me and I didn’t want to actually hurt him physically. This was meant to be fun, although it felt more like torture instead. I closed my eyes shut repeatedly due to the tears blinding me in the process of laughing so much. I was overwhelmed by a lot with this tickle fight, the swing shook and jerked whenever we shifted and he was basically on top of me at this point.

As if things weren’t bad enough, a hard knock on the window startled us both and Bill finally stopped to check it out. When I peered up with wet eyes, Jeffrey was frowning down at us while holding a mug in his hand. His scowl convinced the both of us to sit up, Bill getting off of me with the look like a deer in headlights. I knew my eyes were wide too once the air gently worked on drying my eyelids where they were moist. The last thing I saw Jeffrey do was shake his head negatively before returning within the house, leaving us alone again.

“Jesus, he can be a creeper,” Bill growled with his glowering green eyes.

“Reminds me of my dad back home. Except my dad’s a lot nosier. And creepier,” I panted and cringed standing from the swing and staring through the window, watching the big man vanish in the kitchen. I had to catch my breath again.

Bill rose from the swing afterwards and placed his hand on his hips, like he was thinking for a moment. Then he turned his head from the window to me as he pursed his lip. His focused emerald eyes shined in my direction.

“What?” I asked.

“Tomorrow’s Halloween,” he simply said.

“Yeah, I’m aware of that. What about it?”

“I need to stop by my brother Alexander’s house after work to see if he needs to get anything for the party tomorrow night.”

“I’m surprisingly excited about it. Usually I feel awkward at parties, mainly when I go by myself.”

He took a few steps forward as he chuckled at my comment.

“You won’t be alone this time,” he informed me, “I’ll be there with you.”

“But what if some other girl tries to get between us and take you away? Hm?” I challenged him with a sarcastic grin.

“Bye girl,” he answered pretend waving farewell at me, walking in a circle with an imaginary girl in his arm.

“You dick,” I said in spite.

He laughed with his cute big smile and made his way over to me so he could hold me in a tight embrace, trying to control himself as I felt his chest vibrating.

“Nah, I’m kidding. I’ll push the bitch aside and stick to you like glue the whole night,” he corrected, but even that sounded like a joke.

“You swear? To at least try if I don’t feel okay there?” I inquired as I peered up at him.

“I’ll do my best. It might not be 100% since I’d be co-host, but I’ll be there if you need me,” he assured, bending over to hug me correctly since he was so tall.

The smell of his cologne was so enticing and overwhelming, it filled my nostrils with joy. Honestly, it was the best choice. He even liked my perfume of choice so we were equal on good body scents.

Once we finished our hug fest, we said our goodbyes for the day and he took off in his black car to his apartment until his older brother got out of work to plan the party for Halloween the next night. After I watched him drive by and vanish from view, I grabbed the slightly empty mug from the outdoor table, walked inside the house, closing both doors behind me and went to see what was going on with Jeffrey before he had to go back to work.

[kuroheishi]

aRGH I am so sorry guys this is so hella late, moving to another country is a huge thing and I found time only now to write this thing down, but finally I can throw all of my fierce love on ya 

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE +600 FOLLOWERS!!!!!

That’s a huge milestone for me and I am so flattered so many people follow this blog?? However! Before starting to name one by one all the wonderful people I gotta thank in here, I gotta announce that this is going to be a kinda uh... Hiatus post too? From next week everything is going to get even busier when @littlxlamb is gonna come and get me to kindap me, so... I don’t know when I will get again some more free time to be on here. IT MAKES ME SAD TO SAY BYE ON HERE BUT LIFE AAAAAHHHHHH 

WELL ANYWAYS! I’LL COME BACK FOR SURE!! Even if super rarely I’ll always come back online in here because this is like a small second home for me heh.

I am so grateful for these two years in this fandom, Yuu has completely changed my life; I found the Mika in my life heh and I got to learn so much from my muse and I wanna give as much love as he does to the world no matter of how cruel it can be. I learnt and I keep learning so freaking much from the people I have met in here and I just- I don’t know, I love everything of Owari no Seraph, Yuu and all the friendos I found here.

Thank you so much everyone!! 

EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU!! THANK YOU!!

Thank you to those who have stayed here since the very beggining, all the old and new friendos, it’s like having this huge family and even if sometimes we might even fight like it happens in all families it’s cool to always see you all around, fighting sometimes also helps to make bonds stronger right? 

I am so grateful to everyone who RPed with me or who even sent me just one ask, I appreciate this so very much!! Thank you for the patience, for when I get super heated about Yuu shbjsdhjksdhksd I just can’t help it rubs rubs head! SO THANK YOU FOR BEARING WITH THAT!! 

And at last, thank you again to every single follower! YES YOU WHO ARE READING THIS LONG SENTIMENTAL POST POINTS AT! Thank you for the support by following this blog, it means a lot to me ya know? It’s like telling me I am not doing so bad with my Yuu portrayal, that you like what I post/reblog and well- this blog will always be hella important to me, it has a special place in my heart so I’ll never stop to thank all of you!!

It’s a shame we all live in so many different places because I’d treat y’all to some curry or ice cream as a thank you but damn I hope my gratitude can reach you by this long ass post hahaha

THANK YOU ALL AGAIN!! THROWS MOUNTAINS OF GOOD VIBES AT!!

If anyone has an Instagram account and idk if you’re interested in crap cosplay or you want to keep better in touch with me during my hiatus period, you can follow me on here:

@kisshiichu

I post pretty much often there! And it will be easier for me to reply to stuff and all!

Gonna put all the rest on read more because it’s going to be hella l ong, good luck everyone to find your tag down there thumbs up!

Credits for the amazing follow forever banner go to @littlxlamb as usual because damn you’re so talented and thank you for always doing this cool stuff for me ahhhhh you’re too kind to me Nia buries you in a huge a hug!! I don’t know how you knew I wanted all the family in the picture but ahhh thank you!!

P.s. as usual I am so freaking sorry if I forget anyone but my head lately is even more messy with the moving matter, so please forgive me sdhsdghsd

Family

@littlxlamb: HELLO MIKANIA!! It’s two years we know each other and it doesn’t sound real right? But at the same time it’s like woah, only two freaking years?? Since the beginning it has always been weird how well clicked, how we could talk 5ever and be so in sync if that makes sense? AND NOW WE’RE GOING TO LIVE TOGETHER I AM SO EXCITED I COULD CLIMB A TREE OR SOMETHING EUDBJSDSD I know it’s gonna be hella hard at the beginning, but I also know that there is no other place I could be if not next you ya know? So I’m gonna roll up my sleeves and work hard for both us! But hey, I’ll tell u this face to face, but thank you for always being by my side since the beginning. Thank you for always supporting me, for giving me a family, for giving me a purpose, thank you for making me laugh and for scolding me when I need it heh I know I’m an idiot sometimes, right? Thank you for being born and for being in my life, I am so glad our blogs brought us this close, that’s why I’ll always be grateful to Yuu, Mika and ons for allowing us to meet. I promise that from next week I’ll fight side by side with you, you are so talented in the things you do that I am sure step by steop you will reach your goals and I will be always there to cheer for you!! I’ll work hard to be your pillar and to make you smile at least once a day AND I AM NOT GONNA FAIL FIST UP!

@brassboundvalkyrie: mama Kiiiiiiiiiiiiit!!!! I know lately I haven’t been very active on our fam group chat, but hey never forget I love you okay?? You’re hella awesome and cool, I will never stop reminding you that, I gotta learn from you tbh. But I mean, not only for you writing and cosplay skills, just one day wanna be a mature adult like you, you’re like my adult inspiration if that makes sense A REAL MAMA! I am so happy that you’re finally having a good time with your new work tho!! It’s actually kinda cute how you sound excited about it, so I’m really glad to see you like that heh. And well you know that even if I am not super active on this blog, that I’ll always keep in touch with you through Skype!! SO YOU WON’T MISS ME TOO MUCH HAH 

@rutilisanguinis: BARA PAPA VAMPIRE!! I actually don’t know why Lau but with you it comes more natural to act like this bratty rebellious kid since we have started talking two years ago woah. LAU DAMN THANK YOU FOR CONTACTING ME BACK THEN!! I am so glad we met, you even formed our Skype fam basically and I just wish you all the good things with your health, work and life in general because you deserve it! I hope one day we will meet again for sure, we must!! AH!! Almost forgot to thank you again for the adorable gift, like sdghsdghjsd it made me so flattered that you thought about me?? It was so kind of you ahhhhhhhhhh

@fortisgladio: Lizzie ah damn what can I say about you? I am glad Yuu allowed me to meet someone like you, someone as passionate (IF NOT MORE) than me about ons and especially our precious sunshine boy! No matter if we have similar thoughts about him or not, just thank you so much for how much love you put in everything you write and do!! You’re a wonderful huge bright sun, it’s always uh... I forgot English for a sec hang on lemme check the dictionary- comforting?? Yes that too, and it brightens my day whenever I get to exchange few words with you; seeing you on my dash is always wonderful too, I love your writing so freaking much shakes the pc! You are an ispiration for me, thank you for being my friend and for always being this kind, I really appreciate that so damn much. I just wish for everything in your life to go super well, for you to always find the strength to fight it IF YOU NEED TO PUNCH STRUGGLES I’LL BE BY YOUR SIDE BRUH!! I am just sending you all the love and good vibes because you must get all of the happiness and love!!!!!

@undyingxloyalty: slides huge ice cream in here- KAT LEMME SCREAM TO THE OCEAN ABOUT HOW OF AN AMAZING FRIEND YOU ARE!!! Do you understand how grateful I am that you’re in my fam zone?? Because ahhhhh lately we finally got talk more and I’m so glad we did!! You have always been so freaking supportive with me and I have always wondered, the heck do I deserve such wonderful friends around me?? That’s why I wanna give you back everything you do for me!! All the kinds words always ready to hit me hard, this helpful aura you have around yourself and how I feel chill because I know somehow you’ve always kept an eye on me somehow?? All of that has always given much happiness kay, so I hope I can give you as much of that to you, because I wanna see you happy!! You deserve it sooooooo much! And don’t think I forgot about your stunning writing, I am so flattered I got to write with such a skilled writer as you are, you’re Mika is freaking well portayed that damn I just scream. Thank you for being an ispiration too, remember to stay always cool and safe!! 

@sassyshinoahiiragi: Chelsea damn you’re always such a sweet friend with me! Time zone sucks because it doesn’t help us to catch each other online, but I don’t care just thank you for always being this supportive EVEN TOO MUCH SOMETIMES AJHKSDHKJSDHKJSD still grateful for that tho, I hope I can be as supportive for you?? Like I really wish everything will go well for you, because all the happiness must hit you hard! I miss writing with you, but remember that Yuu and I will always wait for Shinoa and you to come back!! I have always been hella flattered you contacted me and all, that you like my Yuu so thank you so much /////  Even tho I will be on hiatus here, I hope I can get to jump on ya even from England!! SO SEE YOU SOON HEH

@fallenangelmikaela: FLIES FOR A TACKLE HUG!!!!! Okay Alice as you said... We’ve been mutuals for how long? Two years?? Since I have started my blog and heck, for time zone and all we didn’t even get to talk that much til these last months, but I’m so happy we finally got closer kay? Because you’re such a cool friendo and I have so much fun talking to you, RPing with your Mika too!! I even told you that for my Yuu your Mika is like hella important to him!! Thank you for being patient with my noisiness, I have you on Skype and Instagram so I am sure we’ll keep in touch somehow even during my hiatus AND I AM GLAD KAY. Stay always safe and I wish you too much much much happiness, I am still crossing my finger for you and your thing hah, so I am sure one day something super woah and good is gonna happen to you!!

@chiheisxn: dude. buries u under affection. Even tho you always hit me with angst AND YOU KNOW YOU DO, thank you for even doing that. I really appreciate every single ask you send me, you have so much creativity and talent in writing, you’re so funny and yet you can be so heart breaking with your threads that damn. I adore that. I am still so sorry for all the shit that has happened back then, I hate seeing friends struggling and being attacked, so never forget to come to me if someone ever dares to even say a bad words on you kay? Because I am gonna get them so hard, no one should receive hate, especially my FRIENDS and for dumb stuff like jeez. I will miss seeing you around when I’ll be away BUT I WILL BE SURE TO BE BACK TO JUMP ON YOU AND YUU ON YOUR AKANE!!

@thatonecoolnara & @inuzukachii: where you guys at?????? I actually saw Madara mum around lately on here but I didn’t wanna bother, I just keep an eye on you two thanks to socials heh, but I hope you’re both doing great! Just wanted to remind you guys that even if we might be not in touch that I always check on you guys and that I still care for you two a lot kay? Always gonna keep a thought for you two and wishing hard for the best in your life!

@littlepsychedelicdream: Madi-chan damn I am sorry lately we didn’t talk like at all? But probably you’re busy too and I just hope you’re doing well!! We’ve know each other for some years already and hey, never forget that no matter if we talk or not, if life is busy and stuff, you’ll always be this very cool friendo, reliable, sweet, kind and hella fun to talk to! You have a great talent, both in writing and art so I am crossing my fingers so hard for you, I am sure you’ll reach your goals, I believe in you!!

The Squad

@asura-the-black: ahhhhhh bruh!! I hope you’re doing well, but hey just wanted to keep reminding you that I am still glad for all the times we got to RP!! Because your writing is just so stunning, so strong with feels to hit me hard in the heart! Thank you for that and for even discussing with me about headcanons!! My Yuu will always keep your Asuramaru in his heart kay? I hope you’re having fun and that you’re safe!! ONE DAY WE’LL WRITE MORE AGAIN!! I love your blog too much sdjsdksdkds

@poenitet: woah dad, I am gonna tag you with Guren’s blog because that’s how we met heh. I’m sorry lately I’ve been hella busy and we also kinda distanced ourselves but yeah, you’re really kinda Guren style and I keep my distance too if I know I might anger someone ya know, I am just really empathic I guess and since I like talking with you very much I get kinda sad if I feel like I might anger you. You’re such a talented writer and artist honestly that I hope you’ll find your happy path someday! I am glad we got to talk so much about Owari no Seraph and especially about Guren, I have always missed in here someone to write Guren and Yuu’s bond with me, because it just gives me huge feels and idk you’re perfect in that? Your Guren is just the dad for my Yuu that I really cannot describe in proper words how my son feels damn. Just huge fierce love for your Guren, that’s it. Thank you anyways for allowing me to write with you and for showing me your cool drawings, I had much fun!! YOU NERD. 

@elyon-kurae: hey Lily!!! First lemme tell you that I must confess your OC is literally like the first one who caught me properly, I mean, damn I admire people for writing original characters but you also gotta have talent to pull out something cool and girl you have it! That is why, since you are always so super supportive with me, I wish I can give you as much support! Because you write Elyon so freaking well, her personality and all, you are an artist too so I can always wish you to improve in everything you love! Fight your struggles, I know you can do it but never forget to rely on friends when you feel down because people care for you and they’re only glad to help you kay? Call me if you gotta punch trouble, I’ll hurry to kick butts with you!!

@ofsnipcr: FLA DAMN I ACTUALLY GOTTA CONTACT YOU TO ASK YOU IF YOU’RE COMING TO THE CON WOAH. But hey, I still remember the first time you commented under a post of mine, back then the dash was full of new people for me and you offered a hand to me, to get comfy in this new fandom so never gonna thank you for that! You are one of the sweetest friends I know really, you’re so talented and I love your Shinya so much! Your writing is amazing too like how can you do it sdhjsdhsd but yes imma contact you, because it would be so wonderful to meet you finally!! And have fun together heh. Thank you for everything and a huge good luck with everything you gotta do!! Throws tones of good luck and love vibes at!!

@monophagia: Vero, darkness my old friend. Why do I even try to make jokes when I can’t sdgjsdhjsdsd ANYWAYS. Dude, you’re talented kay? So leave the the bad stuff behind your back and just lemme shower you in compliments because beside your amazing writing skills, I mean you’re an ispiration for me when I read your threads, you’re also such a cool artist?? So thank you for even wanting to write with me, I am so flattered sdhjgksdghkjds  SO STAY ALWAYS COOL, I know that Yuu and Saito don’t have much of a uh... Chance to have much interaction I guess? BUT THAT’S WHY AUs EXIST I LOVE YOUR SAITO KAY 

@lordgeales: jii-chan’s kissy friend points at! NO OKAY BESIDE JOKES!! I am sorry we didn’t get to talk much but?? I am very noisy I know shjdshjsdbnsd but I might be shy too kay. Tho you better know that I love your portrayal, your writing YOUR BLOG, thank you for loving so much a character who hasn’t appeared much on the manga yet and for giving it life!! Also you are so sweet, you even thought about me for that crack thing you once sent me on IM and that made me so flattered and happy woah. I hope in the future we will get to RP more too!! 

@lestkarrkingofeurope: ahhhhhhh bruh!! I just wanted to tell you that your blog is FREAKING AWESOME!! Thank you for giving the fandom the blessing of your small King, I am so sorry I didn’t get to make Yuu jump on your muse sdjskjsda but I hope in the future I’ll get to write something with you because I’d be so flattered to! EVEN CRACK STUFF I just love your portrayal, your writing is just too stunning. Keep on with the great work and right! Thank you for working hard with your friends on the ons chapters, translating and editing them for the fandom!! 

@lendmeyourpower: heyyy there!! Just wanted to tell you that I love writing with your Guren!! And to always remind you that your Yuu was my first very inspiration in here when I just started with my blog! Thank you for wanting to write with my Yuu, it made me so very glad and remember I’m always wishing and cheering for your good health! I hope you can get better soon and fight your troubles!!

@ai-kizu-rp: MELY-CHAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just thank you for being patient with me and for still keeping in touch with me, I keep seeing your drawings and I am cheering for you to reach higher goals with your talent!! I’ll never forget our funny times on my other RP blog, it’s a shame life doesn’t give as much time anymore to play on all of my blogs and that I focused on Yuu because he’s my spirit animal but sdghjsahgksa I will keep cheering for you from here!!!

@snipec: I have written so much I don’t know anymore what I am doing BUT JUST LEMME SAY THAT YOUR SHINYA IS AMAZING AND I HAVE MUCH FUN WRITING WITH YOU even tho I am always slow as heck BUT HE’S LIKE DAD #2 BECAUSE OF GUREN and you’re also very sweet and I hope we’ll get to interact more in the future aghjshkjsdk YUU WILL EAT TOATS WITH SHINYA ONE DAY

@selfxloathingxvamp: ahhhh hello there!! I am sorry we stopped talking because I disappeared but sdhjgsdhjsgd LIFE KEPT ME BUSY and at some point discord started to lag too so I got annoyed, me vs technlogy is a costant struggle. But hey! I wanted to thank you for being so damn kind to me, it’s always something I appreciate so much EVEN IF U CHALLENGED ME MANY TIMES IMMA ALWAYS FITE U BRUH. And you’re a super fun person to talk to, cool to RP with too! Your writing is on spot with Mika and I still hope that when I will be back I will get to talk more again with you!! Just good luck with yout stuff kay? Always gonna cross my fingers for cool friendos, that’s why I hope you get to meet with @yuichiroisms one day!! It’s cool to have someone you care so much by your side heh, so imma take this chance to tell Eri too that I wish you guys all the best, hope your paths will meet for real real one day!! Just work hard on it and if you need some help on lifting struggle don’t mind calling me, imma directly punch down the wall thumbs up!!!

@crusaderce: u know that Yuu has not accepted yet Crowley as the cuddle buddy for mama Horn right? Yuu staring intensly in the distance. Tho wait besides jokes friendo, with all of your blogs I have seen in this fandom, you write your muses so well! I love seeing how your Crowley is basically a kindergarten done teacher who gotta keep an eye on the brats bugging him sdghsdhjgsdhjksd I HOPE WHEN I’LL BE BACK WE’LL GET TO WRITE MORE TOGHER!! Stay always awesome and safe!!

@ofichinose: ahhhhhhhh friendo your Guren is just so freaking amazing, HONESTLY LIKE ALL THE MUSES YOU WRITE AS!! I am so grateful there is someone like you always fighting for Guren and who  writes such interesting analysis about him, I am glad there is someone like you to defend the dad heh. Also!!! I am so glad I got to write something with your Aoi, because at least for me it sounds so interesting and a huge battle of who’s more determined and stubborn on their ideals! So I am looking forward to seeing how it’s going to develop!! Keep on with the great work!!

@krullish: !!!!!!! Even tho we kinda have never had the chance to interact here so much because of life keeping us busy, time zone and much other crap, always gonna remind you how cool and talented you are!! You were the first blog in here I followed of the fandom and I’m glad I found you!! Thank you for always being kind because that’s a huge thing for me and I’m glad somehow I can keep an eye on you from Instagram because I admire your cosplay skills so much!! Who knows, maybe one day we’ll get to cosplay together with Nia?? It would be hella cool! Good luck with everything you gotta do and keep on with the great work!!

@retentionsx: KASPAR!! I wanted to apologise that we didn’t have much of a chance to interact in the end, but unfortunately when you came around I also got kinda busy, but hey! You’re an amazing person kay? For the few things I got to see of you, you are such a great presence in my dash and I am so glad we met! You’re hella talented, never forget about it! Your Yato, your writing is amazing and thank you so freaking much for brightening my days when you’d be around!! Just thank you so much, I wish you all the happiness because you deserve it!! Throws tones of happy vibes at!!

@all-i-want-is-yuu: friendo!! Just imma throw on you all the good vibes too because I feel like you sometimes don’t believe in your skills when?? Hey you’re a cool person, kind and sweet and that’s already something big! Thank you for being a supportive friend and remember you write super well too!! You’ll have to wait for my reply but looking forward to seeing how it’s gonna develop our thread of Yuu accidentally stealing Mika’s boots snorts

  LAST HUGE SHOUT OUT TO EVERYONE, EVEN THOSE I MIGHT HAVE FORGOTTEN BECAUSE MY BRAIN IS JUST KINDA EXPLODING BUT I REALLY LOVE Y’ALL AND YOU’RE ALL AMAZING THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR MAKING THIS PLACE A GREAT PLACE AND FOR MAKING MY EXPERIENCE IN HERE SO AWESOME!!