#ok that's enough outta me. i should be getting ready for bed

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[pokegalla]

Hey! I just discovered your blog and I love your writing! and i wanted to ask please epic or cross, which s/o is some kind of goat monster very similar to human (similar to tubbo) has heterochromia, piebaldism and vitiligo pls

Ok at first I didn’t know what all that was until I searched it. Now I feel dumb cause I HAVE seen it but forgot the names 🤦‍♀️. But yo that sounds like an awesome character holy shit- (they sound GORGEOUS).

And yo….I’ve been DYING to write for Epic. So imma write for both boyos (I love them both). Also thanks! Welcome to the blog and I hope you enjoy your stay! Check out my AU too! Trying to get it more popular….but ok I’m rambling now. Enjoy!

(Ok slightly suggestive in Epic’s part. Just a warning)

Epic and Cross with a Goat Monster!S/o with many brilliant features

Cross:

* Oooooooooo you know this boy is simping.

* Sure he’s seen monsters from all over the AUs but nobody quite caught his eyes the way you did. Your different color eyes, your marbled skin, your different shaded hair. You looked so interesting, so beautiful. When he officially met you, he was a stuttering mess. Mans couldn’t get a proper sentence out.

* When you guys do start dating, he is more straightforward and confident with his compliments. It’s not long before he has you blushing. And if you feel insecure? Prepare for a barrage of kisses, compliments and flirting (shy flirting but still). I have warned you.

* ANYone who decides to bully you? I swear they have a deathwish. They must because how they don’t see a skeleton nearby ready to slice their asses? And someone flirting with you? Just as bad.

* He loves his lovely S/o no matter what they are or what they look like. And he’ll be there to protect you always.

Mini story time!!!

You looked in the mirror to examine your looks. You always felt….like the odd one out. These conditions were rare in humans and even RARER in monsters. You couldn’t help but feel abnormal. Cross was walking by and noticed you staring in the mirror. He smiled and sneaked behind you.

He suddenly spoke up, “Wow you look amazing.”

You jumped and bonked his head, “YOU SCARED ME DUMDUM!!!”

He laughed and kissed your cheek, “Aw come on. I’m just appreciating the view~”

You blushed and huffed, “Ain’t nothing much to appreciate.” A moment of silence passed between you two. Oh you knew you fucked up. He suddenly hoisted you up bridal style. “Noooooo Crossy noooooo I need to get to work!!!” You threw you in bed and he got on, straddling you and began giving you kisses and hugs. You giggled and tried pushing him off but he wouldn’t budge.

“So what was it you said? Ain’t much to appreciate,” He tickled you making you laugh more, “You’re just giving me more excuses to point out all the things I admire about you~”

You sigh after he finally let up with his attacks and you cupped his face, “I love you my Oreo knight.”

He smiled sweetly, “Love you too, my angel”

Epic:

* He’s pretty good at hiding his feelings let’s be honest. But you can always count on seeing a faint blush on his face whenever you passed by.

* Upon first meeting you, he was stunned by your beauty and as a scientist he was super curious of seeing so many rare features on a monster. He had so many questions!

* Dating him was something he’s still shocked about. He still can’t believe you wanted to date him. But he is beyond happy and shows you off to all of his friends. You feel insecure? Bro. You gonna tell it to this guy? This man will PICK YOU UP and run around the town saying “THIS IS MAH WAIFU/HUSBANDO! THEY ARE DAH BEST AND I LUV THEM!!!” Never again. Never again will you think lowly of yourself. At least he got a good laugh outta of you.

* What MADMAN would be crazy enough to bully you in front of the meme lord himself? Must I remind you he has power of god and anime by his side? One glare from him should be warning enough….flirting he’s ok with. But if you look uncomfortable, he’ll help you get away from the person….and he’ll probably glare at them if they get a little too aggressive.

* All memes aside, he loves you as much as cookies! And that’s a special place in his soul. He loves you and is thankful to have you as his S/o.

Mini story time!!!

You were baking a special surprise for your silly skellie. You just wanted to make him smile since he’s always making you laugh. You thought it was the least you could do. You turned off the oven and gasped when your eyes were suddenly covered.

“Guess whoooooo,” The person behind you said.

“Hmmmm could it be my favorite Cookie Monster?” I asked playfully.

“Ding ding ding! You are coooooorrect! And the lovely contestant deserves a prize,” Epic tilted your head towards him to give you a kiss, “Hey Marble cookie. What’s cooking? Smells good in here.”

“You’re telling me you can’t tell me what that smell is Mr. Cookie Monster?” You said.

He practically drooled, “Bruh!!! What’s dah hold up then?! Gimme dah cookies now!”

“You hold on! You try to eat them all as I’m taking it out! No funny movements,” You said.

He pouted but at least he sat down and listened. This time he didn’t steal any cookies. When you served them, he noticed the cookies were quite literally marble cookies. He smiled mischievously as he got an idea.

“These cookies are pretty yummy babe but….,” He suddenly leaned closer and kissed you on the lips, quickly parting to say, “I think I like the taste of the original marble cookie much better~”

You blushed heavily before shoving a cookie in his mouth, “I swear you are so random!”

“You know yah like it~,” he teased.

He got bonked on the head, “Horny jail for you!”

“Nuuuuuuuuuu not again!!!” He shouted. You both laugh and finish up the cookies.

[haruchi-slit]

POLAROIDS

MINORS DNI

Author's note: hi,hi,hello! Hope you enjoy my ff and get ready for the heavy smuts ahead please be cautious while reading this. And if you're not comfortable reading heavy detailed smuts well this is not for you darling and "y/n" is  half Pilipino half Japanese so she would be speaking some Tagalog words but don't worry some grammatical errors ahead  :3

A ringtone was heard across y/n's condo,she picked up the phone and answered it a cold raspy voice was heard over the other line of the phone.

"Hey y/n come over at the hideout, Sanzu caught some traitors"

"I JUST CAME HOME FROM MY PHOTOSHOOT!"

"We need you here." It turns out it was Mikey

"Putangina oo na!" (fuck fine) y/n said from the exhaustion

Y/n hangs up and rushed to the hideout

When she got there she saw sanzu pointing a gun towards the three men sanzu faced her and smiled at her lovingly and utter flirty words like.

"Heyyy,my lovely darling" and blew a kiss towards her.

"The fuck?" She said and dodged the kiss which made Sanzu disappointed.

"So Mikey their the traitors?" Y/n said

"Yeah" Mikey said while munching his Dorayaki.

"But,why do you need me here? Is it  Something important? Y/n said.

"Of course it's "something" important"

Mikey said.

"Tell me" y/n said and yawned.

"Aight we need you to make the traitor spit what's their intentions and who sent them" Mikey said.

"Fine,fine" you walked towards the traitors and stand next to sanzu, you reached out your cocaine in your pocket a bitter and sweet taste stung your touge making you high and turned on. You grabbed a knife and and leaned towards the  traitor.

"Who sent you love?" She said as the drug hit her.

"I'm not going to tell you" the traitor said.

"So you want the hard way huh?" You pulled away and grabbed a scalpel and tear the traitors shirt "I'll make your death slowly and painfully so if you wanna live..you should spill your words love"

Dang I wish she can call me love,Sanzu taught in his head

"So who sent you?" She asked again "No." She draws the scalpel to the traitors abdomen and draw a dick

"Ahh you bitch" the traitor shouted

"I know I am love." She said "who sent you?" She asked again this time she's completely getting impatient and again she earned a word "No." So she

Draws the scalpel to the traitors cock

And stabbed it "spill your words sweetie" "AHHGHHK" the traitor shouted in agony and completely in horror "FUCK FUCK OK ILL SPILL THEM" the traitor can barely form a word from the pain "we're cops the three of us,we're cops we're sent to investigate and arrest y'all,we were sent by the chief." Y/n burst out of laughter "what do you mean arrest us? HAHAHAHAHHAHA PUTA KA  GAGO MO (YOU ARE A WHORE SILLY) three cops ain't enough,Mikey my jobs done here"

"K" Mikey said

You heard gunshots while you walked away.

(I recommend listening Heaven and back by Chase Atlantic  while reading :3)

You left the scene  and walked towards your room you flooped your self to the bed and took some cocaine again and saw a man's figure leaning to your door frame you're high so you can't even care and give a shit "I probably shouldn't took cocaine fuck!" You exclaimed "awh don't worry love" the voice echoed across your room and as you guessed it was Sanzu Bontens no.2 "tangina nuginagawa mo Dito hinayupak ka?" (The fuck are you doing here you animal?)  "Huh?" Sanzu asked not understanding the words that came out of you mouth "nothing you horny bastard! Now get tf outta my room"

"What if no?" He locked the door and  walked towards you... closer and, closer to you until his on top of you

"I can't take this anymore darling I need you, I want you, I crave you." He said as you feel his erection bulging to your entrance "HOI TANGINA MO VIRGIN PA KO GAGO KA" ( HOI FUCK YOU IM STILL A VIRGIN YOU WHORE)

You exclaimed blushing and denying him you tried to push him but you're to high to keep up so there's no escape a mean while you found your self sucking him "ohh yess..fuck your good at this baby" you saw him bitting his bottom lip and you spat on his dick making it more sloppy and lubricated he moaned softly you teased him a little making him more tuned on he saw a camera beside your bed he took a photo of you sucking him "look at the famous model Y/n" he took the polaroid and showed it to you "you still look so gorgeous even tho your a mess right-" you cut him off by kissing him deeply and roughly "manahimik ka"(shut up) "huh" he said "I said shut up" he obeyed you. You guided him to your bed and pushed him you took a cocaine from your drawer making you much high than before "I like the view up here you pathetic manwhore" you said he stared at you blushing wanting more of you he craves you to be honest you lit a cigarette and started puffing smoke you blow a smoke in Sanzu's mouth even tho it hurts he still kissed back when you pulled away he coughed after your done smoking you pressed the lit cigarette on his neck leaving your mark "hmff hgn" he softly muttered you took off his pants and this his erected member you took the camera and took a picture of you and him you posing with a peace while his  hard "awhh,look lovee" he tried to get the picture from you but failed cause you touched his dick making him whimper I'm not this sensitive before but what the fuck happened? he said to himself you rubbed his dick back and forth but of course teasing him till he goes crazy "mmhh hngg.. y/n fuckk!" You softly bit his dick "o-ouch" he said "watch your language Haruchiyo and it's not "y/n" call me

My queen"  "Y-yes my Queen"

"Now shut up be quiet for your queen we don't want anyone to hear us do you?" you said he nodded in response you continued to suck and tease him and you feel his 9 inches cock is about to cum cause you tastd a pre cum and it's sweet "don't cum until I say so darling" you said "b-but how? Hghh ugh I'm about to ahh" he said "just don't until I say so understand?" You said "Yes mhgh my Queen" you stopped sucking him and opened your  legs for him signaling him to give you cunnilingus "come here and give your queen great pleasure" he crawled to you like a puppy and started to lick your pretty pink

Folds he started slow but eventually he pick up a speed making you arched your back and hold his hair tightly you pressed you pussy more towards his face making you squirm in pleasure "OMG YESS FUCK" you moaned loudly "yeah yes that's the spot" he slid his tongue in your pussy and put two fingers in you making you arched your back again "Fuck you're so good at this oh oh my I'm about to ahh shit" you squirted on his face "your so sweet my Queen" you saw his dick being really erected and needy and there's a pre cum dripping from it "now cause your a really goodd servant I'll give you a prize you sat on top of him and spat on your fingers and put it in your pussy making it more wetter you lowered your pussy to his dick "MGHH HGNN" he moaned loudly you slammed your pussy to his dick "OH FUCK IT HURTS" He saw a drip of blood from your pussy "so my lovely Queen is really a virgin" he teasingly said "TANGINA MO" (fuck you) he just chuckled even tho he didn't know what that means you waited for your pussy to adjust cause of the size of his dick "does my Queen needs help?" He teasingly said

"No." You said you pinned his hands on the headboad of the bed and strated fucking him hard your tits bouncing aggressively as you pound your pussy to his massive dick you can hear him whimper softly "your so tight My Queen mhmm hghhh ugh"

You didn't respond you fucked him with no remorse you felt his dick twitched so you know his close you teased him by moving slowly "move faster y/n" he said "I don't accept commands my dear but I do accept pleas" you said  "mffmmg My Q-queen please move faster" "hmm that's more ah ughh-ugh like it" you moved a little faster and in a circular motion making his mind go blank cause of the pleasure his getting from you " I'm about to cum darling" you said to him

He nodded in response he was about to cum soon too he came first and you followed he "HHMM UGHH HGHH" he moaned loudly "oh fuck!" You said

"I want more y/n" " do I have to repeat my self? Didn't I said earlier I don't accept commands but I do accept pleas" you put his dick into your pussy he moaned softly again he squirmed underneath you feeling that his about to come again "My Queen mhmm i-im about to ugh come can I cum inside you?" He said with his blue orbs meeting your eyes he looks so hot and a mess right now but oh my you said to your self  "yes you can my love I'm close to let's cum together" you said you both reached you climaxed and sanzu passed out and so did you the next morning you two wake up and your completely clues less because of the effects of the drug then sanzu told you what happened and he said you two fuck you didn't believed at first but he gave you the polaroids "here's the proofs love" Sanzu said smiling brightly at you "now your mine and only mine" he added you we're shocked as fuck he hugged you and started to roam his slender fingers around you he puts his two fingers in you making you arched your back again "is my Queen in pleasure?" He teased once again  "ughh hghhh ughhh wait ughhh we just fucked last night!" Then your phone started to ring it's your manager from the modeling agency "oh no no no" he gaved yo the phone and you answered it "h-hey hmg mahiko? Why are you calling?" He pounded his dick in you and started to fuck you harder and faster making you squirm you held you moans back because mahiko might hear you moaning "nothing just checking on my best friend of course!" Mahiko said "ohh yeah I'm f-fine ugh Mahiko"

Sanzu teased you more making you shout "UHGG" "OMG Y/N ARE YOU OK?" Mahiko said "Ugh Y-yes I'm ok I'll call you back later"  you both climaxed you two showered cause you two stink

After you two shower together you dressed up,once you two get out of the room ran,rindou and kakucho is staring at you two and they look pale as paper "What happed the three of you?" You said "guess" ran said "huh" sanzu said "YOU WERE MOANING SO LOUD LAST NIGHT THAT WE DIDN'T GET ANY SLEEP YOU FUCKERS!"

Rindou shouted at the two of you you two looked at each other and blushed

"What do you mean moaning?" Sanzu gaslight them "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LITTLE DRUG ADDICT!"

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The end

Thank you ♡♡

Almost 2000 words BWHAHHA

[robinrunsfiction]

OTPTOBER - INSECURITY

Killer Lux was one of the best known killjoys in the Zones, both with BLI and the other 'joys, after becoming the literal face of one of the most brazen attacks on a BLI facility. She never let that fact go to her head though, in fact it sometimes made her nervous to be so well known. But for the most part, the attention from other killjoys was nothing but positive.

It was a usual supply run to Tommy Chow Mein’s for the Fabulous Killjoys. There weren’t too many others in the store and Kobra was digging through the rack of magazines.

“Do my eyes deceive?!” he heard someone exclaim. He turned to see a killjoy he didn’t recognize moving in on Lux. “Are you the Killer Lux?”

“Depends who’s askin,” she retorted, and Kobra couldn’t help but smirk.

“Vinyl Victor,” the killjoy replied, looking her up and down, as she quirked her eyebrow.

“Alright,” she replied, her tone asking why she should care.

Kobra wasn’t sure why his feet wouldn’t move, why he couldn’t bring himself to intervene, or even just stand next to his girl. He knew Lux could handle herself in just about any situation, but the voice in the back of his head was screaming at him that if Lux didn't want to be talking to this new guy she would have already walked away. The voice screamed at him that maybe that tall, muscular killjoy was someone she’d rather be with. Maybe he wasn't enough for her, maybe she felt like she needed someone with something more. Maybe he wasn't loving her the way she deserved, maybe he should have tried harder to protect her from BLI back then. No, no there was no way he was good enough for a killjoy like Lux, he was-

“Ready to get outta here?” Party asked, pulling Kobra from the spiral in his mind.

“Huh? Yea,” Kobra shook his head in an attempt to clear it.

“Ok, go grab Lux, we need all hands for this load of supplies.”

Kobra nodded before hesitantly heading toward his girlfriend. “Hey, Lux? We’re going.”

“Great!” She smiled at Kobra. “Bye,” she said before hurrying away from Vinyl and over to her other gang members, Kobra following shortly behind her.

Kobra stared blankly out the window as they drove back to the diner, the doubts and insecurities screaming at him in his mind. Yes, Lux was right there, pressed against his side, but he couldn't help but wonder when that spot would be cold. When she'd find someone she deserved and he'd lose her for good.

That night Lux watched as Kobra stalked off to bed much earlier than normal. "Did Kobra say anything to any of you today?" Lux asked. "He's been sorta… off."

The others shook their heads or shrugged, not really offering Lux any help. As she made her way to the back room she couldn't help but wonder what she'd done to upset Kobra. He hadn't really ever been mad at her before so it was new territory for her, and territory she didn't like being in.

She pressed the door open as silently as she could muster and the light from the hall cast on Kobra's back. Lux hesitated for a moment before taking a deep breath and walking in.

"Kobra," she said, her voice wavering. "I'm sorry."

He turned to look over his shoulder and sat up. "Wha, for what?"

"I… I dunno exactly, but whatever I did to upset you."

Kobra's jaw dropped before he jumped to his feet, hurrying over to her and wrapping her in a tight hug. "No! Shit, no Lux, I'm sorry."

Lux blinked in surprise at finding herself suddenly in such a tight embrace. "For what?"

Kobra took a step back and sighed. "For letting you think this was your fault at all to start."

"To start?"

Kobra sighed again, running a hand through his blond hair as he sat back on the cot they shared. "At Tommy's today, I saw that other 'joy talkin to you and it made me think about all the things he had goin for him that I don't, and how you deserve someone better than me, and-"

Kobra was cut off by Lux throwing her arms around him in a hug that knocked him off balance. "Shut up. You shut up right now."

"Wha?"

Lux sat back and took his face between her hands so she knew he was listening to her. "I said shut up. I never wanna hear that you were thinking anything like that ever, you hear me? I love you so fucking much and there is no one in these stupid Zones better than you, end of story."

"I don't want to hold you back fro-"

Kobra was again cut off, this time by Lux kissing him. "The only place I wanna be is with you Kobra," she said when she pulled back. "I love you, you're my person, and I'm not going anywhere. Deal with it."

Kobra pulled her back into a tight hug, burying his face against her neck. "I love you Lux."

"Love you too babe," she whispered back.

[yinnyguardian]

Anyone Want A Free Ivara Prime Neuroptics Blueprint? TwT

Giving away a free Ivara Prime Neuroptics Blueprint to anyone who needs it after I felt too bad to turn down an extra <3 (FCFS)

(Well as free as Warframe allows. You will have to trade at the very least a throwaway trash item/mod due to Warframe not allowing completely free trades)

Ok so a little story behind as to why I'm giving it away IF YOU WANT! It's a long read with a very small very vague spoiler nearer to the top and I overdramatized the fuck outta this to make it fun to read LMAOOO

If you want the over dramatized context, click "Keep Reading" >:3

It was yesterday, specifically sometime between 12-2 AM. I got onto Warframe, ready to play a bit before getting settled for bed... However... A Mistake was made.

Simaris popped up. The daily stuff restarts around 8-9 PM for me. He's offering his Tenno Slav- I mean Hunter a reward. An offering of three choices. Two different types of Rescource Boosters and whatever the fuck the last one was (I wasn't paying attention).

I had my eyes on the prize and totally forgot I wouldn't even be able to use them fully since I'm doing this before going to bed in like an hour or less. I was basically biding time for my sleep pills to set in. But that didn't stop me.

Instead of closing the game to pick the next day... I foolishly took the Rescource Booster that gives you extra resources upon pick-up! Worse still, it didn't even dawn on me the mistake I had made as my attention fled to the yellow marker. The Kinepage had updated.

I rushed over, ready to see what it said. And after reading it I smiled to myself, happy to have experienced such an update, as small as it was.

However that happiness didn't last as I finally remembered and realized my mistake when my eyes darted to the bottom of my screen... To the clock.

I gasped and rushed to the Navigation, quickly opening the first mission I could think of! An Alert. Maroo had another hunt for me. I quickly took her mission, ready to get that Ayatan Treasure and some Argon Crystals I had been waiting on a Resource Booster for... Not realizing it would end in disaster!

I typically only ever get 1 or 2 Argon Crystal spawn ins per round. So I was expecting 4 Argon Crystals at most! How foolish I was. I looked in abject horror once the mission was complete. 10. 10 Argon Crystals.

I rush over to the Foundry, praying I would have enough blueprints! Alas it was in vain. By the end I still had 6 Argon Crystals. But it was going on 2:30 AM and I was tired. Sleep had found it's way to me. Knowing that I had by 12 AM the next night, I went to sleep and prayed I'd be able to get the blueprints the next day.

Today came and I quickly hopped on Warframe while pulling up the list of Blueprint needed for such a task. I decided to focus on Relics. AKA Prime Frames and/or Weapons. Specifically any of the common variant that I didn't already own... But my supply was thin and time was ticking.

By the way one of the relic packs I was opening...? Yeah the reward I wanted was a common. I opened 4 of them. Didn't get the specific reward I want. You wanna know what I did get? I got the uncommon. How the fuck did I get an uncommon before the common? It's like the game knows like "Oh hey you want this? This should be easy-to-get reward? Yeah? Too bad you don't get it >:)" LMAOOO

Cough

Anyway.

As I watch my relics deplete that had those specific blueprints with only one success, leaving me with 4 Crystals left, I felt hopeless... That was until... I noticed my plat and remembered... Yes... Yes the Warframe Market! That would be my saving grace upon such a troubling time!

I rush over to the Market Website and scanned prices of the blueprint! First one went by quickly! Baruuk Prime systems! Only two more Argon Crystals left.

Next one I set my sights on was the Ivara Prime Neuroptics. I sent a message and after about 5-10 minutes with still no response, I decided to throw out another hook. This time a fish caught it. I smile widely as the second person gets back to me. They took me to the dojo, we did the trade, and I finally could rest knowing my Argon Crystals would not fall into waste... Or so I thought.

However... As I enter an easy capture mission on earth, a throwaway mission for my sights had set on Nora Nightwave's Complete 15 Mission quest... I got a message. The first person had been AFK. Which was fine! I constantly find myself distracted and/or AFK and accidentally leave any potential buyers to wait on complete accident. However they ask the question... Do I still need the neuroptics. I didn't...

So naturally I said yes I do!

Now this might sound stupid, however I felt bad. If I had just waited yet another 10 minutes this poor person could have gotten plat instead. And again, I quite know the feeling of accidentally making a buyer wait for a response only to be too late. You tend to feel awful.

As I rush through the mission so they can give me an invite to their glorious dojo, they kept being super sweet and kind. As the trade commenced, I paid and looked upon the familiar neuroptics, still no clue with what I'll do with such a thing.

Obviously I couldn't resell it even if I did do it for cheaper than original price. That would be wrong. But as I sat and wondered, clicking accept and finalizing the deal... I realized what I must do!

I said my thank you's and farewells to the individual before coming here and any other possible places I might post (Idk where else for now).

So I offer to anyone who wants it who doesn't already have Ivara Prime Neuroptics... The blueprint. Completely free You, unfortunately due to how the trading system in the dojo works, will have to offer something in the trading place but it can just be a throwaway junk mod (Like Revenge, Ammo Drum, Pressure Point... Just something that you can get really easily and don't use/need much). I apologize for this inconvenience TwT

[newsiesarchive]

FF.Net Back Up: Walnut by Walnut

Originally Published Jun. 6, 2000 

A new newsie is getting a better rep than Spot, it makes da fella a bit NERVous,......

Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Words: 4,164 - Reviews: 5 - Published: Jun 6, 2000 - id: 31763

" Extra Extra! Read all about it!" These were the sounds that Kid Blink

woke up to every morning. "Sometimes I wish I had a gourl of me own like Jack". Blink was feely kinda lonely lately none of the other Newsies really paid attetion to him. They were either fighting with Race about a bet, admiring Cowboy, or planning to soak people with Spot. Kid Blink rolled out of bed and got ready to sell papes. " Thorty papes" Blink asked for his papes. He traveled around the courner to Tibby's and kept on going. Blink wanted to sell somewhere diffrerent today. " Get off of me you ugly mug! I outta soak you realy good!" A young newsie was shouting at Morris and Oscar. Blink went running over to see if he could help. " Are u you alruight?" " I'm fine I always have trouble with those jerks, i can take care of me self" Kid Blink noticed that the young newsies was actualyl a girl newsie! "What yer name?" " Who me? Me name is Walnut" Blink noticed that her accent wasn't really that strong but she was

still beatiful. " Me name is Kid Blink" " Well, Kid Blink wheres you from?" " I stay at the Manhattan Loding house, bout you?" " Oh well me home is in Broklyn with Spot Conlon." Blink suddenly got a sick pinching feeling in his stomach. Any gourl that lived was Spot was his gourl and if anyone talked to her they were dead meat! " Well Walnut I better get to Carrying the Banner." "Ok see ya around Blink. Blink wait!" This was it she was going to tell me that she was Spot's gourl but she really liked me and she was gonna leave Spot for me, Kid Blink was thinking. " I uhh wanted to uhh thank you for trying to help me." Kid Blink smiled sadly and said " It's aright, maybes Ise being seeing you around." They both sighed and turned away, Walnut walking towards Broklyn and Kid Blink towards Tibby. " Ise should of just stayed witd dis selling spot...Extra Extra!..."

Thump! Walnut sat straight up. Spot was home and he sounded mad. All the other Broklyn newsies ignored him whne he was mad like this. Walnut still wasn't use to it. "Rough day Spot?" One of the newsies asked him. "No nots at all!" Steam came out of his nose! Spot was really mad about something. Walnut walked over to him and asked him to talk to her in private. " Spot whats wrong?" "It's dis damn new newsie everyone been tawlking about. They says that dis new newsie can soak every newsie in New York including me! Me! Spot Conlon the toughest newsie in New York! What if day tries to take me Broklyn over or somedem?" " Walnut secretly smiled she knew who this new newsie was. THere was nothing for Spot to be sarced about. They had no intetention of soaking any newsie. "Spot, do u knows any of da Manhattan newsies?" "Why?! Did day hoirt yous?" " No not at all. I met one of dem he tired to helpme but I was fine, u sees Oscar and Morris were..." Walnut went on Spot just looked at her. He could never forget they way it use to be. Spot and Walnut had once been a couple. Untill GiGi came back. Spot was to marry her (of course they were way to young!) except one day she never cmae hom. Spot figured that she must have been killed or ran away. Walnut was there for him she helped him when he was sad. They were sitting on the Broklyn bridge one night and he just suddenly kissed her. They then became a couple. To make a long story short GiGi came back and claimed she had been in jail. Spot decided it was best to not be with Walnut or GiGi. " Spot? Are you listening to me?" "Uhh yea...So who dis newsie u met today?" "His name is Kid Blink" Spot knew who Kid Blink was he wasn't really much of a talker though he would have to check him out and talk to Jacky Boy about him. " Do yous like him?" " Hes cute..." Spot had enough talk about Kid Blink. "Did you say dat Oscar and Morris were bodering you?" "Ya but I soaked dem good." Spot belived that Walnut did soak them, when she first came to Spot to become a newsie she had great fighting skills and needed little training, but a gourl shouldn't have to fight two guys. " Well Ise tawlk to dem." Walnut figured there was no use of fighting he wouldn't change his mind. " Well I'm of to me room". Spot watched her as she made her way to the warehouse/lodging house. " I tinks I outta go talk me old buddy Jacky_boy about dis new newsie." Spot traveled across the bridge and headed towards New York "And maybes I can tawlk to Blink".

~~~~*****~~~~

When Kid Blink came into the Lodging house Racetrack and Mush were playing cards and the other newsies were god knows where. Blink pulled a chair next to Race "You want me to deal you in?" "Nay I dont wanna lose any more of me money. Ise didnt make hardlys anys." "Why is dat?" asked Mush Before Blink could answer Jack came into the lodging house with an angry looking Spot. Blink thought of the things he could have been mad about an his stomach got that nervous pinching feeling again. " Ise cant believe it" said Jack as he headed towards Blink. Blink gulped "Believe whats?" Spot interuped Jack before he said anything " Dere's dis new newsie that me fellas has been tawlking bout. Day say dat day hoird he was da meanest toughest newsie ever!" "That's impossible!" shouted Boots who was coming down the stairs. " I dunno fellars me boys really tink he can." " I know whats we should do." Race comming in to the conversation. " Ah what a dumb daigo gonna know?" Race wasn't sure who said it but he was use to being called that so he proceeded " I say dat dis newsie gets all it's fellas and you get all yer fella and wes can have a rumble!" Jack stepped and said " You knows guys dat idea might not works being which wes don't know anytinhg bout dis newsie."."Wells Ise gonna get Walnut and some of me oudda newsies to get more stuff on dis moron." Kid Blink looked up with excitement when Walnut's name was mentioned. Spot noticed this but he tried to forget and told himself that if Walnut and Blink like each other then they do and there ain't nothing that he could do about it. "Me fellas will keep der eyes out, right?" " Yay sure anting for de Spot Conlon" all newsies responding to Jack. Blink got up and walked upstairs to his bunk while the other newsies discussed their plan to get his powerful newsie. Kid Blink layed down in his bed and he heard someone come into the bunk room. " So I hears u met me Walnut" Kid Blink looked up and saw Spot. He knew Spot was gonan cane him with his cane. " Listen Spot Ise didn't knows she was yours..." Aye listen she isn't, I just look out fer her, ya know? Make sure da oddua newsies dont hoirt her." Blink looked relieved he was happy now that he knew she wasn't Spot's girl. " Youse likes her dont ya?" Blink didn't know what to say, "Uhh Ise guess." "I'll tell ya what I send her to ya and..." "NO! Dont send her to me, shes a person she can come on her own if she wants to see me then she will come." Blink stopped for a second and relized that he had just raised his voice to Spot Conlon. Spot looked a little startled but agreed to what Blink said. " Well just keep a look out for dat newsie da fellas have been tawlking baout." Spot left Manhattan and traveled to Broklyn. " Ise don't like da idea of Walnut seeing a Manhattan newsie. She will hafta travel back and fourth from Broklyn. Maybe Blink could become a Broklyn newsie, but Ise dont tink hes tough enough..."

" Walnut its time to get up!" Walnut woke up and saw one of the Broklyn newsies named Pain. He was called Pain because he alway ssuch a pain. "Wheres Spot?" "He didnt come in till realy late last night, he just feel asleep in da corner dere. Hes upset about dis new newsie, I really want to met him!" Walnut just laughed to herself. Maybe she should tell Spot who this newsie was but then if she did he would feel really stupid. She walked over to Spot and gently woke him up. "Did youse hear anyting bout da new newsie?" "Naw. Da Manhattan newsies really didnt hears anyting eder. Why donts youse sell over at Tibby's in Manhattan today?" Walnut look at him he seemed to be up to something but she was up for a new selling spot so she agreed. Walnut walked all the to Manhattan by herself she was surprise that Spot actually had let her. he had always been over protective of her. " I don't see why he is. It ain't like wes anyting anymore. He dumped me because of dat whore GiGi." Walnut remembered how upset she was when GiGi came back. " Im not gonan start to tink about it Ise just gonan get meself all upset adn what if I see dat cute Kid Blink..." Walnut then realized why Spot had sent her to sell over at Tibby's she smiled and started to run to Manhattan. " Going somewhere sweet-stuff?" Walnut looked up and saw Morris and Oscar standing in her way. She really wasn't in the mood for this. "Why do they keep comming back if I just soak dem every time?" Walnut thought to herself and then gave a right hook to Oscar and a low blow to Morris. Surprisingly Oscar hit her back. It was a little longer than normal fight for Walnut but of course she won. Suddenly she heard a voice " Dat was swell!" She looked over and saw a familiar Manhattan newsie named Crutchy. " Uhh tank you Crutchy.". Crutchy became to speak she had never heard him talk to serious before, " I know, ya know. I know who dis new newsie is dat day are tawlking bout its youse isnt it?" Walnut froze, she didn't know what to say. Crutchy was right. " Crutchy you cant tell da oders PLEASE!" Crutchy gave this weird little smile face and said "Listen Walnut, Jack is like a brudda to me more like a fadda. Hes worried bout dis new newsie its making him crazy! Him and Sarah broke ups and everyting. I won't tell him who youse are but I'm gonna have to tell him someting to make him like Cowboy again." Walnut spoke nervously she felt very weird now that Crutchy new who she was, " Hows bout dis, You tell the oder fellas dat you set up dis fight witdh da new newsie and one of your guys. We will say tomorrow at da bridge." " I dunno Walnut youse might get hoirt." Walnut laughed and said "Just tell dem and don't worry bouts me, I gotta go sell some papes now." They both walked away and Walnut headed towards Tibby's She was thinking about which of the other newsies that Jack would have her fight when all of the sudden CLUMP! She had walked right into another newsie! "Heya I'm real sorry..." " It's ok I should of been wacthing me walks." Walnut looked up and noticed that the other newsie was Kid Blink. "Blink!" " Heya Walnut, listen if Spot order you to come here I'm sorry and I understand if you dont' la..." Walnut interuped him with a kiss. Blink was amazed and stood there mouth opened wide. "Uh maybe I should of done dat I'm sorry." Blink smiled at her and kiss her again. Nothing needed to be said Walnut and Blink both knew that they liked each other maybe even loved each other. " I knows dat dis really isn't a great idea but do you wanna come back to da Lodging house with me I want da oder fellas to know day I gots me da best gourl in New York." Walnut blushed and said yes.

When Blink and Walnut walked into the lodging house surprisingly all the Manhattan newsies and some of the Brooklyn newsies were there. Specs ran up to Kid Blink and Walnut "Did youse fellas hear da news?!" "What news?" Blink asked Specs. Spot came over to tell Walnut the news but he saw that she was holding Blink's hand. His stomach started to hurt he really didn't want them toghether like this. He started to tell Walnut and Blink the news " Youse see dat oder new newsie agreed to fight one of our fellas!". Walnut had forgoten the whole deal she made with Crutchy. She looked at Crutchy who was standing next to a happy Jack he turned his head away from her. "Who are yens gonna choose?" Walnut asked. Racetrack came bursting out "Well of course da new newsie would tink dat wes are gonna choose da great Spot, but instead wes gonna send Kid Blink." "What!?" Kid blink asked, "Youse fellas know dat I'm not da toughest newsie! Dere's no way dat I could take dis new newsie on like dat!". Walnut suddenly got really sick to her stomach. There was no way she could soak Kid Blink, I mean she could soak him twice as fast as any other newsie but Kid Blink was her boyfriend! "Youse see whne you are bout to fight da new newsie. Cowboy here is gonna jump in and soak dem for you." "Ain't it gonna great! Da new newsie will never know what hit him!" Walnut was so glad that the newsies were dumb and practically told everyone their great plan. The one problem is what would happen if she beat Cowboy? She sat there thinking for quite sometime because Kid Blink had came and got her from the chair and told he would walk her home. " Dat's ok youse can just walk me to da bridge." She didn't want Blink to get hurt by the Brooklyn newsies. They would just soak anyone for fun. Blink walked her to the bridge and asked her a question "Walnut I was wondering if you were gonna come tomorrow?" Walnut didn't know what to say " Do you want mes to come?" Blink frowned and said "I don't want you to see me get soaked. It will be embarrassing." Walnut smiled " I make up an excuse and tell Spot dat I have to go see me friend Topaz." Blink was so happy that Walnut would do that for him but then he wondered why did she live with Spot, and did she have to answer to him. "I'll ask her some oder day." he thought to himself. " See ya later Blink" Blink kissed her and he watched her walk on the bridge till he couldn't see her anymore.

Walnut was walking across the bridge and thinkg about Blink and tomorrow when she heard "Aww dat was so cute!" Walnut looked over expecting to see Oscar or Morris but surprised to see Spot. "Spot dont scare me like dat!" She playfully hit him. " You excited bout dis soaking tommraw?" " I guess. I hope you fellas don't get soak dat bad." she laughed. " Spot looked at her with those eyes of his. She remembered when she would just look into those eyes and wait she shouldn't be thining like this! She was Kid Blink girl now. Spot had already blown his chance and he knew that. " Actually Spot I can't come tommrow. Topaz wants me to come over her and sell wit her at her spot. I pormised I would." Spot looked at her with confusment. Walnut always liked watching fights why would she pass this big fight up? " Well if selling wit Topaz is dat important to ya den fine. Come on lets get home before da Delancy's wake up." " What does dat mean?" " When I came walking across da bridge day were here waiting for ya. So I soaked dem real good." Walnut looked over and saw them lying on the side of the bridge. She smiled. Spot could defend her if she really needed it but she never really did.

All the Manhattan and Brooklyn newsies were at the beach waiting for this newsie and Walnut was still at the Brooklyn Lodging house getting her disguise together. "How am I gonna soak Cowboy!" Walnut can't believe how she got herself into this mess, or even how the newsies thought she was so tough! All she did was soak a couple well ok maybe a lot of the newsies and now she is the most powerful newsie ever.

When Walnut reached the beach she only saw a couple of the Manhattan newsies and a couple of the Brooklyn newsies, the rest must have been hiding. Kid Blink strolled up to her with a mean look on his face, she was not going to hit him no matter what. "So youse da newsie dat all da fellas been tawlking bout?" Walnut tired to talk in a deep Brooklyn accent like Spot's, "Yea I am and youse wanna make sometin of it?" She went to punch him but she really going to and then BAM! Jack jump out and pushed her to the ground. Walnut got up quickly and left hooked him right in the eye. Then she tossed him on the ground and started punching him. All of the sudden she stopped. Why was she doing this? This was stupid. Jack was her friend and she wasn't the toughest newsie Spot was, she had to say something. She got up and all the other newsie came crowding around her. She took her hat off and her fell out long and pretty. She took off one of the jacket she was wearing and every gap they all knew that this newsie was a girl. Not just any girl it was Walnut! "Before you fellas start say stuff I wanna say I'm sorry." She was ready for them all to just yell at her and be mad but to her surprise they all started cheering and shouting, all except Kid Blink. He just walked off silently. Walnut slipped away and ran after him "Blink! Hey stop!" "What do you want?" "Listen Blink, I like ya a ot and dats why I didn't tell ya" "Youse wanna know why Im mad?" he didn't give her a chance to answer. "I'm mad because I tought dat when two people likes each oder like we do dat day can tell dem every ting. Dats not the only reason I'm mad. Ise just alwasy tought dat da guy was da one dat did da protecting. But ifs youse da toughest den you dont really need me help." Walnut looked at Blink and wished she could come up wtih something to say that would help, instead she just started to cry. " Why are YOU crying?" "Blink, it's hard ya know. I didn't ask to be known as the toughest newsie! If I could of chosen I woulda of say na. Blink I'm sorry, I like you a lot and I wanna know if youse gonna forgive me?" Blink looked at her, her eyes were so big and blue he wanted to say it was ok but his ego wouldn't let him. "Ise gotta tink bout it. Meet me at da beach tommraw if you really care den will tawlk." Blink walked away and didn't look back Walnut stood there and just watched him walk away, there was nothing she could do. " Are you ok?" a voice came out from behind her. This voice didn't sound like he was from New York it must have been Davy or the Walking Mouth. "Hey Mouth, yea I'm fine why wouldn't Ise be?" Davy looked at her he was to smart he didn't play into her stupid lie. "I heard the whole conversation. Please don't worry about it. He will be fine it's just worried about the guys making fun of him you know." " Mouth listen..." She was always so mean to him. She just realized that she shouldn't have been he was just trying to her. "I mean David, tanks." "Don't metion it, I just hope that it works out." Walnut smiled and traveled back to Brooklyn.

Walnut walked across the bridge with no trouble. " I guess da Dalancy's finally got da hint dat I can hoirt dem real bad.". Walnut got into the warehouse some of the newsies were up and they all gave her high fives. She just wanted to go to bed. She feel onto her bunk and heard "Ouch!" Spot was sitting in her bed. "Spot gt out of my bunk!" "Walnut listen we need to tawlk bout sometin, Ise been doing a lot of tinking, da way you soaked Jack-Be Nimble Jack-Be Quick tonight was pretty good..." Walntu almost forgot about Jack, "Oh my gosh I forgot all about him, is he ok?" "Oh yea hes fine it tought it was funny. Well I shouldnt be so over protective of ya like I am. Its just dat ya know I dont want you to get hoirt. Well what I'm trying to say is dat if you want ta den you can leave and stay somewhere else as long youse visit mes." "Spot, I dont' have any where ta go. Mes and Blink are fighting. Hes gonna tell me tommora if he forgives me or not..." Walnut just started crying, Spot hugged her and they stayed that way the rest of the night.

Blink was waiting at the beach. "Why did I give such a hard time? I really like her." He kicked up some of the sand, well it was actually more like dirt. The water wasn'T the best I mean it was river water. I don't know why they called it the beach it was really just the rivershore. Blink sat down and feel asleep. Walnut came onto the beach and saw Blink there sleeping, "I hope Ise didn't keep him waiting too long." She went over and kicked him lightly, he shot right up and said "I"m sorry i shouldn't been so mean to ya last night..." "Blink let me say someting, I knows I shoulda told ya bout me being dat newsie but I couldnt let anyone know. So what Im trying to say is dat I'm sorry." Blink knew that he had something special there and he didn't want to lose it. He put his hands around her waist and kissed her. "I almost forgot! Jacky Boy wants ta see ya, I'll walwks ya dere."

When they reached the logding house Jack Kelly was waiting for Walnut. "Blink can I tawlk to her alone?" Walnut's stomach sanked. "Surea Cowboy." Jack turned to Walnut and told her to sit down. " Walnut I need yer help." Walnt looked confused but kinda relieved. "Youse see I alwasy wanted ta go ta Santa Fe, but if Ise go den no one is here ta take care of things. Now dat mes and Sarah are broked up I tinks its time for me ta go dere. Do ya see what I'm trying ta get at? I want you ta stay here wit my fellas and take care of dem I knows you can do it, you da only I can count on." Walnnut was almost in shock. Jack Kelly wanted her to be the leader of the Manhatan newsies! "I don't don't know Kelly, Spot might not like it." "I've already tawlk ta Spot bout it. Hes said it was ok if I pormise ta come back some day, and I will I just gotta find some tings down dere." Walnut smiled she really wanted to do this. She could spend time with Blink and the other guys thsi was what she wanted. "Heya Walnut," Race and Blink running in, "Well what's yer answer?" Blink asked. "Is it okay wit you Blink?" "Walnut of course its ok." Walnut smiled and shook her head yes.

THE END

[ashthemadwriter-archived]

What would be atsushi's reaction if his twin sister got pregnant with akutagawa's baby?

You bastard! How dare you disgrace my sister! (Akutagawa x fem!Reader)

Fandom:Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairings:Akutagawa x fem!Reader

Genre:Comedy,Fluff

Format:One Shot

Warnings:Some NSFW! content

A/n: lmao i just cant stop laughing! XDDDD the idea of him getting angry over you is hillarious! this was awesome actually,i had a lot of fun writing this!

heres the first part of Akutagawa dating Atsushis twin sister if you wanna check it out :)

waking up from the feeling of being kissed by soft lips,you opened your eyes and saw familiar moon color eyes staring at you.he looked like he didnt feel anything,but if you looked at him carefully,you could see a small smile on his lips.

"good morning" you said before reaching him,planting a small kiss on his lips. he closed his eyes for a second,then looked directly into your beautiful e/c eyes.

"good morning...and thank you...for last night.it was amazing"

you smirked as the image of last night came to your mind.well...last night was definitelly something else.one of those special nights that happens rarely.

"theres no need to thank me.you pretty much did all the work by yourself"

"i know...so...how was it?"

"honestly,i passed out after the forth time"

a slight chuckle came outta his mouth,which made you chuckle back. you loved him being like this.the side of him that nobody could see except for you...

it made you feel important.

drowning in your thought,the bed moving made you come back to he real world.he quickly put on his clothes and reached his cravat,but your hand quicky took it from him and held it tightly.

"let me do it for you"

remaining silent for a second,he blinked which meant that it was ok. you stoond on your toes,tied the cravat around his neck and gave him a quick goodbye kiss.he was going away for a mission and you knew you were gonna miss him so much,but since it was his job you couldnt really do anything about it.

"just...get back soon,ok?"

touching your cheeks with his pale hands,he gave you a long,small kiss on your forhead.

"ok"

***

"c'mon Yosano sensei,it has to be the cancer!"

Yosano shook his head with disappointment and showed you the result of your test again.

"its not the cancer y/n,youre pregnant"

"but...what the hell am i supposed to do now?how am i gonna tel Ryuunosuke?"

"whos Ryuu...oh,you mean Akutagawa.well,you should have thought of this when you were doing dirty stuff with him"

"but we used protection!"

"condoms cannot prevent pregnany all the time.i think its effection is just 98%"

"whatttt?"

you started trembling,shaking with fear.you didnt know what to do. Akutagawa was comming back from his mission today.you didnt want to greet him like this...he wasnt ready for this.

"what if...he break up with me...?"

holding your hand,Yosano tried to comfort you and make you relax a little bit,

but it was not enough.

"stop overthinking, y/n.theres no point in regreting it.you have to tell him anyway.hes the father of your child,for gods sake.he deserves to know"

"but...i dont wanna push him.im afraid that he might break up with me,but maybe its better that way..."

"What the fuck!?that son of a bitch!"

Shocked,you and Yosano both looked at Atsushi who was looking at you through the door.

"you...how long how you been standing there?! what did you hear?"

"ive heard enough to know whats going on!did that bastard knocked you out and then ran away without taking any responsibility?im gonna teach that jerk a lesson!"

"nocked me out?w-what?noooo Atsushi! youve got it all wrong! its not like that!Hey!where the hell are you going?hey!wait!"

running after your furious brother who was going after your boyfriend,You left Yosano shocked,alone in the infirmary.

"Atsushi...knows how to swear?"

***

"hey!Akutagawa Ryuunosuke!im going to beat the shit outta you!"

sitting on the couch,Akutagawa noticed Atsushis yelling voice which was comming from outside of his apartment.he put the coffie mug in his hand back on the counter,quickly opened the door and looked at Atsushis face which was red like a tomato

"whats going on?"

before he knew,Atsushi was holding his cravat,ready to punch him in his face.

"how dare you do this to my sister!after all shes done for you!

"what?what are you talking about!what happend to her?"

"dont play dumb with me you little peace of shit! i knew that you dont deserve her! she deserves to be cherished!"

a slight peace of fabric came toward Atsushis neck,but stood still a few inches from him.

"hey now.i have no idea what the hell are you talking about,and dont think that im gonna go easy on you just because youre y/n's brother"

"go to hell!im going to make you pay for this! and im not gonna let you come near ...

"Atsushi wait! i still havent..."

you just got there and was trying to stop Atsushi,but your brother was way too faster.

"my sister and his baby!"

Akutagawa literally froze.you let out a deep breath while looking at your boyfriend worriedly.

"told him about the baby..."

well,shit.

ok i wanted to write more,but im exhausted!and you just wanted to see Atsushis reaction,so...

yeah.

i hope this is what you wanted and tysm for requesting baby :)

take care,

-Ash

[juanarc-thethird]

An Opportunity Has Arrive (Christmas Special)

Team RW_Y and Pyrrha setting up everything for the Christmas party.

Yang: So where is the rest of your team Pyrrha?

Pyrrha: They are organizing a toy charity event and a Christmas party for the children at Vale's orphanage. Jaune dresses up as Santa and Ren and Nora as elf’s.

Ruby: *Giggles* I bet they look dumb.

Weiss: Ruby! That's not nice. Regardless, it's good to see that they are giving back to the community. Maybe I should tell my family to help the cause.

Pyrrha: That would be great. By the way, where is blake?

Yang: Her mom is in town and they want to spend some time together. So we told her to leave this to us.

Meanwhile in one of the SDC buildings. *Private event*

Inside the building a line can be seen all the way to the entrance. There you can see Nora standing up guiding the ladies while Ren is sitting down taking the Really Generous Donations.

Nora: Ok ladies, stay in line. Soon it will be your turn. Don’t push each other and get ready to ask Santa what you want.

Ren: Thank you for your donation. Follow the line please

On the other end of the line, Blake can be seen holding them until the current customer is done "talking" to Santa.

Blake: *Dress like an elf* I remind you that if you are not looking to get pregnant and you are not on birth control, please take one of the condoms from the basket.

With Santa.

Jaune can be seen sitting in his red chair while willow hugs him from neck and jumping on his lap. His hands are under her Christmas dress grabbing her ass. cheeks.

Jaune: Willow… Fuck~ …This is the 5 time that I… Shit~ …that I see you in line.

Willow: Is for… *moan* Is for the children!~

She holds him tight and kiss him while still riding him.

Kali: *Also helping and dress like an elf* (Oh my!~ I thought it was a joke when she ask for a child as a Christmas present) Jaune, If you need a break let us know.

Jaune doesn’t hear her and in that moment he pull willow down hard and shoot his big load in her. You can even see some of it to come out.

Willow: *Climax* I getting pregnant!! I’m getting pregnant by Santa Arc!! Thank you Santa! Thank youuu!~

Kali: *Amaze by the amount of cum leaking from willow* (Fuck! Now I want another child) *She bites her lip and rub her thighs together*

Willow gets exhausted after her intense orgasm. She hugs Jaune and start kissing his neck non stop.

Jaune: Willow, I’m sorry but the rest are waiting.

Willow: *Being cute* Ok, but I’ll be back.

Jaune: And I’ll be here to give you your present.

Willow stand up and with her hand she covers her pussy to keeps all the arc cum inside.

Willow: *Kiss him on the cheek and leaves* I love you.

Jaune: *Blushing* What a woman. *Looks at kali* Who is next?

Part 2 @darkvaga --------------------------

9hrs of rough and savage impregnations later, the astoria agency (minus willow & kali) were hanging back in the dorms

Jaune: *face first on his bed*.....please tell me I'm done for the day....

Ren: Santa's Sperm bank was an all day event so you should be fine

Blake: besides...i think those women had enough of your seed to last them at least a week or 2

Nora: Right, So now all you have to do is rest up! We'll make sure you have no visiors

???: Are you sure?....i guess we can come back later

Everyone turns towards the door seeing 2 females, one blonde with blue eyes. The other dark skinned with red rimmed glass

Jaune: Saphron! Terra! *he immediately zipped out of bed, bear hugging both*

Saphron: *laughing* good to see you too baby bro

Terra: Thank you Jaune but...can you put me down *looking over to Ren, Blake, & Nora* oh this must be your team

Ren: Actually just nora *motions to the starry eyed red head* & myself are the present team members. Blake's part of our sister team

Saphron: Doesn't matter *greets each person* its nice to meet you all. Keeping my baby bro outta trouble?

Nora: Trouble?..HA...WE LAUGH IN THE FACE OF TROUBLE...HAHA

Blake:...I think the llama incident would say other wise....

Saphron & Terra: Llama incident?

Ren:..Nora here..

Jaune: *interrupting* hey sap...terra....where's adrian?

Saphron: *grinning* oh..you mean this little guy *pulls a sleeping adrian's stroller into the room*

Terra: *whispering* he's here but he fell alseep, so we should...

Nora: IS THAT A BABY?! I CALL FIRST DIBS ON HOLDING HIM!

Terra:...keep....quite

Ren: *facepalming* damn it nora

The sleeping toddler starts to stir awake. Just before he's about cry about he spots something or some one he hasnt seen in a long time

Adrian: UNCA AUN! *his tiny hands reach up making grabbing motions towards Jaune*

Jaune: there he is! *he scoops him up as nora fell face first into the stroller*

Let's ignore them for a bit and focus on the sane party

Blake: *dreamily*.......just like my novels

Saphron: yeah..it was hot....until we got caught hahaaaa....we're still not allowed back at that library

Terra: *deadpan* And who's fault is that

Saphron: Oh don't act like you didn't like when i.....

*Random grenade cartridge flies by*

Ren: *beet red* anyways, Jaune never mention his nephew before

Saphron: seriously? He absolutely loves that little guy

Ren: I can tell, he's really keeping Nora at bay because of him

Terra: Indeed, those to can be very inseparable *smiling at Jaune beating Nora, rubbing her legs together*

Blake: (why does it smell like.....nvm) So terra...saphron....who provided the seed for

Saphron: Adrian's seed father.....well.......

Nora: I CALLED DIB JAUNE JAUNE! DIBS!

Jaune: THAT MEANS NOTHING TO ME WHEN IT'S ABOUT MY SON!

..............*glass shattering*.......

B/R/N: WWWHHHHHAAAAAAAAATTTTTT!!!?????!!!!????

Adrian: *clueless but happily joining in* AAAAAAAAAAAA😃

*Sudden scene change the rec. room *

Saphron: *feeding Adrian a pancake* And so Jaune accepted responsibility as the donor. This isnt too much is it

Ren:....no...no...it...makes sense

Blake: *smiling lightly* Jaune really has no limit to his kindness it seems

Nora: *steam raising from her head. She not touching her pancakes mind you*............

Saphron:....is she....

Ren: Happens sometimes...she'll reset......eventually

Nora: *mumbles something in coherent before adrian crawls over to feed her a pancake*

Adrian: eecup *pushes in her mouth*

Ren: so...mrs. cotta arc..

Saphron: Saphron is fine

Ren: right....saphron why did terra & jaune ask us to leave the room?

Saphron:😈...she really brings out the animal in both of us...

Ren:.*stunned*...no...way.....(...did...we...awaken something)

Nora:.....(nora.exe stopped working i will solve this issue shortly)

Blake:.....*nosebleed*.....i gotta....go....*sprints off to the jnpr dorm*

MEANWHILE, with Jaune & Terra

Jaune: so...terra..you had something to....

Terra: d...d....do you like it

If anyone saw the arc boy in that room. They would immediately assume it to be someone else because jaune had begun to act more aggressive and predatory towards terra. Just a she predicted

Jaune: *inspecting terra up and down* so.....what's the occasion?

Terra:..s..s.... Saphron & I wanna have another baby....and...well...since....you fathered Adrian...

Jaune: *shushes her with a finger to her lips*......that's not the only reason~

Terra: *gulps*...w....well...i...

Jaune: well... *slides his hand into her panties & rubs her core*.....I'm waiting

Terra: *stifling a moan*...i.....i saw you in those movies....and...that...livestream you had today...

Jaune: livestream?.....what...liv....oh that livestream.....(not to self, find out about livestream) and you want me to breed you too?

Terra: *moaning* yes~~

Jaune: all you had to do was ask~ *he pulls her closer*

Terra:....w..Wait! What is your teammates come back?

Jaune: they won't....

Terra: are you su....

Jaune:...they....won't.....*looks directly at Blake's form watching from the door* and if they do...they can get involved or stand there and watch

Back in the rec room

Ren:...and you're completely ok with this?

Saphron: yeah, like i said jaune's honestly the best person i know for the job. To be honest i wouldn't mind sharing terra with him more often

Ren:....0///0....well....

Unfortunately we regret to inform you that nora.exe has exploded. There for the current presentation can not continue

[mikkomacko]

So not sure if you’re going to understand this but here’s my idea: the team not knowing that the reader is dating both Bucky and Steve (Stucky) and they confront her and say some awful things like she’s using them, a cheating wh*re etc. and she just starts crying and runs and locks herself in their room (or whatever you’d like). Then Stucky comes back or out from somewhere looking for her and then they ask the team and the team tells them that she was “cheating” on both of them with each other and then they’re like no we’re all dating each other and the team feels all bad and you can end it how you want lol. You don’t have to do this and sorry if it’s bad.

A/n: Sorry it took so long! Hope it's ok! <3

~

Two Avengers dating would cause enough gossip in itself, but three Avengers? Two of which have been best friends since the 40s? She can't imagine what kind of reaction that would get out of Sam or Nat who have always teased Steve and Bucky about being really good friends.

So when y/n, Bucky, and Steve made their relationship official, they kept it as low-key as possible. Anything beyond cuddling was reserved for the privacy of their rooms, flirting had to be subtle, and all dates were far from the Avengers compound.

They just had to pray they could follow the rules and keep their hands to themselves when others were around.

~

Drumming her fingers on the folder, y/n heads up HR to submit her latest mission report. It was simple surveillance mission, nothing exciting to report on but she'd been gone for over a week and wanted to get the report in asap so it could be done with. Dropping it off on the incoming desk, she promptly turns on her heel to head to lunch but is stopped just outside of the doorway by a hand on her bicep. She's tugged into the hidden corner before she can even react, two strong arms caging her against the cool wall.

Bucky, dressed for a training session, stands before her, blue eyes sparkling and lips smiling. Immediately, her guard falls, lips widening into a smile that reflects the same love shining through Bucky's.

"Careful Barnes," she teases, "next time I won't be so kind about ya pawing at me."

He clicks his tongue. "Wouldn't be pawing if you'd come to see me as soon as you got back."

"Paperwork waits for no one. Not even Cap and Sarge."

He sighs playfully. "Damn doll, that hurts. Think ya should kiss it better."

So she does. Cupping his jaw between two soft palms, y/n seals their mouths together in a tender kiss, completely blind to Bruce and Tony who have just caught sight of them from down the hall.

~

Bucky heads down to the gym and y/n heads to room to clean up before lunch, ignoring his pleas for her to join him. She's technically on recovery from her last mission and she's definitely going to milk that for a day off. She's approaching her door when one just down the hall opens, a familiar blond head of hair coming into view.

She pauses, leaning her shoulder against the doorway and smiles at him. "Hey Cap, fancy seeing you here."

He lifts his head, soft blue eyes meeting hers and he smiles that cute little smirk only Steve Rogers could smile. "Hey, heard you got back early this morning."

"Yeah, way early." She laughs, tilting her chin up as he moves closer.

"How'd it go?"

He stops in front of her, crossing his arms over his chest and tilting his head. It's his typical go-ahead-I'm-listening stance but by the way he's eyeing her mouth she knows he doesn't actually want to hear it right now. Steve always tries to hide the fact that he's just as clingy as Bucky.

"Is that really what you're going to ask me, Rogers? After being gone for so long you want my mission run down right now?"

He chuckles, dipping his head and lightly shaking it. "No not really."

"So what's your real question?"

Bashful, he meets her eyes again. "Can I have a hello?"

Y/n laughs, butterflies fluttering in her chest as she rises on her tiptoes to kiss him. He gently grips her waist, pulling her just the slightest bit closer and humming in content. She throws her arms around his neck, fingertips shifting into the hair at the base of his neck, once again too caught up in her boyfriend to notice Nat and Sam have just spotted them from the end of the corridor.

~

"You'll never believe what we just saw!" Sam shouts, hightailing it into the kitchen with Natasha hot on his heels. Bruce and Tony both startle in their seats at the table, water sloshing over the edge of Bruce's mug.

"Nuh-uh, we're first." Tony says, shaking his head.

"No we are." Sam insists, Tony opening his mouth to continue the argument but Natasha cuts him off.

"Rogers and y/n are together."

And that makes Tony and Bruce pause. Sam whoops proudly, smirking at the two as they share looks of confusion.

"Steve and y/n?" Bruce confirms, eyebrows pinching together when Nat nods firmly.

Tony sighs. "Well that puts us in a bit of pickle because we saw Barnes with his tongue down her throat."

Sam's jaw drops. "What? When?"

"Earlier today!" Bruce exclaims, motioning towards the HR department. "She was dropping off paperwork and he just grabbed her and kissed her."

"Well we just watched Steve pin her against a door and kiss her not even ten minutes ago." Nat exclaims, anger building up in her veins. "Which means we've got a problem."

Sam turns to her, just as angry. "Damn right we do!"

~

Bottom lip between her teeth, y/n attempts to hide the giddy smile that's been plastered on her face since her reunion with her boys. It's a weak attempt because she's practically as bright as a ray of sunshine but she doesn't really care. She's happy. She's so incredibly happy and she wants it to last forever.

Unfortunately for her, the feeling is cut short far too soon because as soon as she enters the kitchen, 4 pairs of eyes are glaring at her.

"Hey everyone," she says tentatively, slowing to a stop. "what's going on?"

Sam scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. "Why don't you tell us what's going on?" He says coldly, "You know besides you macking on our friends."

Macking on his friends? Oh god, Steve and Bucky! They found out about their relationship...

Her jaw drops, cut-off guard. "Wait! I can explain-"

"Cheaters don't get an explanation." Nat cuts off, eyes mean and piercing. Y/n heart sinks into her stomach. Cheating? She'd never cheat in her life, especially not on Bucky and Steve.

"Cheating? I'm not-"

Tony rises from his seat. "Save it y/n. We know you're cheating on Bucky and Steve with each other. How could you do that? They're like brothers and your just using them-"

"No I'm not!" She insists, panicking under the hateful gazes. "You guys don't understand. Just let me-"

"No!" Sam cuts off. "Bucky and Steve have both gone through so much. Do you realize how difficult it must have been for them to open up to you? And you thew it all away. You hurt them. You're a bitch y/n, full honestly."

Tears sting her eyes. Sam's never said anything like that to her let alone anyone they know. He's always been so kind and welcoming so to hear such hurtful words from him has her stunned. She can't even think of anything to say to defend herself.

"Y-you really think that lowly of me?" She sniffles, "That I would do something like that?"

"We saw it, y/n." Banner responds, nose scrunched in disgust. "Now get outta here before we throw you out."

Insulted and insecure, she shakes her head. "I can't believe you all." Then she turns on her heel, running to the safety of her room.

~

Bucky's spotting Steve on the bench press when the foursome of Avengers walk in, somber looks on their faces.

"Steve," Bucky says, gaining his attention. Immediately the super soldier is setting down his weights, sitting up to look at their friends.

"What's going on? Is someone hurt?" Steve asks, rising to his feet. Sam shakes his head, smiling sympathetically.

"No one's hurt," he assures "but we've got something to tell you."

Bucky swallows nervously, something in him going on high alert. He knows that this is about y/n, that something's happened and it makes him anxious. Where is she?

"What?" Bucky asks, noticing the lingering anger in Nat's eyes.

"It's y/n," she says "she-"

"She what?" Bucky interrupts quickly, readying himself to sprint upstairs.

"She's cheating," Tony says, eyes flickering between the two men. "On you two. With each other."

Oh, Bucky wasn't expecting that. He turns to Steve, the two sharing a silent conversation between themselves. They know? Looks like it pal. How'd that happen? I told you to be careful...

"Don't worry, we already gave her a piece of our minds-"

"You what?!" Steve suddenly asks, finally realizing what they're saying. They think y/n cheated on them because they don't know they're all three dating each other. And they confronted her about it.

"What did you say?" Bucky asks lowly.

"The truth," Sam says proudly. "that she's a bitch for using you both."

Before anyone can react Bucky is rushing towards the doors, abandoning his belongings in favor of checking on y/n. Steve doesn't mind, knowing that when it comes to being emotional and open, Bucky is typically the one she leans on. He's good at being a comforting shoulder.

"Oh god Sam," Steve sighs. "Y/n isn't cheating-"

"Yeah-"

"No she's not!" He shouts, startling them. "She's not. For the past few months we've been dating. The three of us."

The silence is almost amusing if Steve wasn't too busy thinking of his girl upstairs, upset.

"Like a throuple?" Bruce asks, confused.

Steve nods shortly. "Thanks for accusing her instead of talking it out. Appreciate it." He says icily, pushing around them. Stalking towards the exit, he calls over his shoulder. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a girl to go check on."

~

Bucky has wrapped her up like a burrito in the comforter from his bed on the floor of her room, leaning back against the side of the matress with her sat between his parted thighs. Her eyes are still wet and swollen but she's giggling through her sniffles, a spoon hanging out of her mouth and a bowl of soup in her lap. They both look up when he enters the room, Y/n smiling shyly and Bucky relieved.

"We ok sweetheart?" He asks, waiting for her nod before looking to Bucky.

"We're good Steve," he promises, sweeping her hair over her shoulder with his hand and brushing his fingers through it. "She was just frustrated. Didn't know they could think she'd do something like that."

"That's because she wouldn't," Steve says firmly, sitting on the floor next to them. "and we know that y/n. We know you'd never hurt us like that."

"I love you Steve," she swears, resting her head on his shoulder. "And I love you Buck. Thanks for doing this for me."

"Course doll," Bucky says, kissing the side of her head. "Don't have to thank us for loving you." Steve hums his agreement.

"But..."Bucky quickly adds, "you can thank me after I beat Sam's ass for calling you that."

Steve sighs, rolling his eyes. "Buck..." He says warningly but he doesn't even finish the scolding thought because their boyfriend's threat has made y/n smile and that's all they could ever ask for.

[jinxthequeergirl]

For Those You Lost

Simon Kalivoda x reader

Summary: you are forced to mourn for your friends and loved ones, and when you are given the chance to exact revenge, you don't hesitate.

Warning: SPOILERS FOR FEAR STREET 1666 basic horror violence, death, swearing, Implied that Heather was the Readers Older sister.

Consider this a short sequel to "As The World Caves in" in which i change the narritive so the reader is the one exacting revenge on Nick Goode

~~~~~~

You Wish you would have just died that night, even wishing you would have died in the hospital. Instead you where walking around while not only your sister but best friend person you loved where all dead.

Now you where expected to give a speech in front of the whole student body.

It was all fake, the Sunnyvaleiers didn't give a rats ass about your family and friends, they didn't care that you lost the first person you said "I love you too."

No. They where just there because they had to be.

Walking up to the podium seemed to move in slow motion, as everyones eyes followed you, some bored, some annoyed, others not even paying attention. Not a single one shared a mournful look with you.

"Hello fellow ShadySide students and Staff, and hello Sunnyvale." You started having to clear your throat to get rid of the tears that theatened to spill after catching a glimps of Simons Photo in the back.

"We are here today to mourn the loss of three people, Some of you knew them...most...didn't their names where Heather, My...sister,Kate and...And Simon...My bestfriends..." You looked up feom your crumpled note book paper and out intonthe sea of bored highschoolers.

Why hadn't you died that night?

Why hadn't you died in that hospital bed?

Why where you the one standing at that potium?

Why did you have to find the right things to say about your dead friends and family, When no one there would ever really know the truth?

Why?

Why?

Why!?

You froze the thought of Simons face right before he sacrificed himself for you flashing through your mind.

"I can't do this..." You muttered.

"FUCK YOU! FUCK ALL OF YOU! YOU DIDN'T EVEN KNOW THEM! YOU DON'T EVEN CARE!" everyone seemed to be intrested now that you where screaming. "FUCK THE NEWS TOO, SIMON AMD KATE WHERE MORE THEN DRUGGIES YOU ASS HOLES!"

You crumpled up the paper throwing it somewhere and storming off, brushing officer Goodes hands off of you as you did so.

That night seemed so far away, now your blood boiled more as you stepped on the gas of The stolen cop car after hearing what Deena had just discovered. "Y/n! Slow Down!" Josh warned.

"Y/n..." Deena said softly putting her hand on your shoulder. "We're gonna stop him." She said in a soft confident voice. "Damn right." You said slowing down just enough to not get the three of you killed, but kept going fast enough to reach Ziggy and Devise a plan.

In the mall the five of you worked hastily to set up the trap for Goode, Ziggy glanced up at you ever now and then before finally coming up beside you.

"I'm assuming you two where close?"

You glanced up at her before quickly looking back down to tie the knot you'd been working on. "Yea...you know...mom was...well it was complicated...Heather...Heather took care of everything for me....I...being alone with our mom now..." Ziggy placed a hand on your shoulder. "I get that..Listen If we make it out of this...and you ever need someone...I Wouldn't mind the company."

"Seriously?"

She nodded, before you could say anything Josh called out too you. "They're here!" Everyone turned to the doors seeinv the nightwing killer come in hastily. You caught sight of the axe in his hand and stared for a moment.

Ziggy grabbed your hand and pulled you behind her to hide. "Ready?" She asked.

You nodded and ran to your battle station.

Everything was going fine, the plan was working you felt confident This would work You Felt like Fred Jones or some shit.

Then he grabbed Ziggy, staining her Sweater With Deenas Blood making her a Target. "Fuck..." You looked over to Josh who shook his head no at you knowing what you where about to do.

You ignored him and took off sprinting across the mall floor to the two of them tackling them to the ground. "Run Ziggy! Run!" You Yelled As Goode now wrestled you.

You gabbed your elbow into his stab wound, causing him to cry out and let you go. You got up running to Ziggy and Josh waving you to them. you barely dodged the skull mask killer ripping the sleeve of your neon stained shirt as you slid under the store gate.

He crashed against it wiggling it attempting to get to you.

"Here have it!" You yelled pulling the hoodie off and sliding it under the gate.

"You ok?"

"Yea..." You panted watching Nick Goode run to an Exit door, Deena Not to far behind. "That shit, I'm going after them." You said.

"Hang on." Ziggy said. "You can't just go out there...they might try to stop you." She said gesturing to the swarm of killers.

"I'm not just letting her go alone!"

Everyone went quiet. "I have an Idea." Martin spoke up eyeing the water guns you carried.

"Hey!" Josh yelled catching the killers attention.

He pumped the water gun before shooting them, ziggy and martin joined him, with in seconds they turned to eachother and started attacking. "That should buy everyone some time." Josh said to you.

"Stay Alive!' You yelled before Taking off in the direction Deena went stopping to stoop down and yank the Night wing killers Axe from the ground.

You followed a trail off blood down the hall and around the corner. "Deena?" She jumped turning to you, ready to stab you. "What are you doing!? Go back!" She said taking your newly obtained weapon.

"No! No way!" You said.

"Listen Ever since the other night I can't help but feel like...like I should be dead too...I Wish I had Died On that Floor with Simon." You choked rubbing away tears. "But... Simon...Simon Sacrificed himself to make sure I was Still Alive And Goode? He killed my Fucking sister...he killed simon." You took the Axe back from Deena.

"So I'm coming with, And I'm going to make sure he gets what he Fucking deserves. " You bit out.

She stared at you for a moment before nodding.

"Then Lets Kill this Asshole." She said with a affirming look. You gripped the axe tightly in your hands as you followed behind her through the tunnled.

"Goode!" She yelled hoping to scare him out from whatever hole he was hiding in.

You stopped nudging her to show her the bloody hand print on the walls

"Where the hell are you coward?"

Something jumped out from the dark taking deena down. "Sam!" She cried as sam attempted to stangle her. You tried to pull the girl off but failed, something caught the corner of your eye. "Y/n...Goode...Go!"

You grabbed the axe and took off after him you got close enough to swing at his legs knocking him down. "Wait wait please..."

"Begging? You think I'm gonna show you mercy?" You asked pinning him down with your foot. "Did you show mercy to my sister? To my friend?" The man babbled hoping to find a way out of this.

"Thats what i thought." You raised the axe and brought it down on his chest.

"This is for Heather you fucking Dick!" "Cindy Berman, Sam and kate!" You cried chopping at him with each name.

You gripped it even tighter before bringing it down on him one more time "For Simon."

You stood above him panting making sure he was gone before you heard coughing. "Sam...Deena..." You ran back to where you left them and found them hugging. "It worked?"

Deena looked up at you with teary eyes. "It worked."

"Good...good lets get the fuck outta here." You said pulling both of them up.

That night seemed like a blur really, it still hurt not having the comfort of your sister or simon around.

But Ziggy was there for you like she promised.

"Hey, I have something for you." Ziggy said as you entered the door of her house.

"What is it?" You asked dropping your bag.

"Deena dropped it off, she wanted to give it to you but she had to get going."

She held out a red hoodie to you. "Where...how did..."

You took it from her holding it up. "She wanted me to tell you it was of course washed, like a lot." She laughed. You pulled it on wrapping it around yourself, it didn't smell like him anymore but that was ok.

[subwaysurf45]

Back Into the Swing of Things

summary: Bucky is finally stable and after your friendship turns into a relationship, Bucky asks you to teach him about the little things. (set around civil war)

words:  3355

warning: legit none just fluff!

pairing: bucky x reader

Masterlist

You were sat at the little desk in your room, your music was blasting through your headphones as you nodded your head to the beat. It was paperwork day, the worst day. For some reason it was a busy time or missions which meant mission reports, you liked to just bang them out all at once for one day every couple of weeks. Some people did them right after but the little notes you take in your journal allow you to wait a bit and then do five at once. The plate that used to have a sandwich was now empty, Bucky brought it by because he knew it was your day and if he stayed around you it would most likely lead to Bucky trying to pull you into bed for snuggles. He’d claim you’d look too cozy to be doing work, you'd wear one of his shirts and maybe some pants.

With a sigh you lean back in your chair, a couple pops coming for your back. “Four outta five…” you muttered to yourself as you took the papers and stacked them on the other reports. As you reached for the final one there was a knock on the door, “come in, Bucky.” You called over your shoulder.

“How’d you know it was me?” Bucky slipped through the doorway, he walked over and spun your chair around.

“Your knock is very polite,” was all you said. It was true, he’d knock loud enough to be heard but not too loud to seem demanding.

“Thanks…?” Bucky sat on the edge of your bed, “I wanted to ask you something,” Bucky looked to the floor.

“Talk to me,” You cheered and gave your full attention.

“I have a list of things in my notebook, just stuff I don't get- like understand. Would you mind helping and explaining some stuff?” His face was red and his eyes looked down, it was painfully obvious he was embarrassed.

“Sure,” You shrugged and Bucky smiled. He got up and went to get the book.

Debit Card Machine 

Bucky was sitting across from you at a small diner, you went after rush hour to give yourself space and also Bucky doesn’t like crowded and loud spaces. Bucky had gotten a B.L.T. and you got something similar but you’d never been here before so you weren’t exactly sure what was in it- but it was good.

The waitress came by, the uniform was very retro like the rest of the place. It wasn’t way back to the 40’s more late 80’s early 90’s, Bucky had said he liked coming here because of the jukebox even though that was way past his time. He found it easier than an iphone, which was on his list of things to learn.

“Coffee or tea?” the lady asked.

“No, just the bill please,” You smiled at her, she nodded and walked away. Bucky got up and moved to sit beside you because he didn’t want to learn by looking at the thing upside down, the debit card itself was slightly conquered territory but he had the idea.

“And you said this was on your phone as well?” Bucky picked up the card and looked at it, his fingers running over the numbers that were lifted.

“You have to connect your card and all that to your phone so you just hover over the machine and it’ll pay.” You mimed the action of paying with your phone over nothing for Bucky to get the gist.

The machine showed up and you explained all the buttons, the waitress seemed confused because Bucky looked your age, she would have expected a guy to know how this works but she also kept her distance like most waitresses do.

“So you put your card in, the chip end goes in,” you showed. “Then you make sure the price matches the one on the receipt, if it does then you hit ‘ok’,” you did hit ‘ok’. “Then you have to tip, I personally go the percentage route so I’d click the far left button,” It made a sound when you did. “Now, depending on the service you can tip a different amount, I go fifteen percent as a baseline but she was really nice so I’ll tip twenty.” you typed it in, Bucky had a shocked face.

“Twenty dollars, that’s another meal!” He whispered, trying not to let the lady hear; she did.

“Twenty percent, our total goes from eighteen-tirty to twenty-forty five,” You showed the number again, then you clicked okay and proceeded to type in your four digit number. Bucky watched over your shoulder and tried to remember it all, when you were showing things at home he’d take notes and have a couple diagrams to remember it all but his notebook was no longer in sight. You glanced down after giving the machine back to see him rolling the book onto itself under the table, Bucky shoved it into his back pocket when you both got up to leave.

“Do you mind going over it again when we get home?” Bucky asked as he held your hand, the Avenger tower in sight.

“Of course,” you left a little kiss on his cheek.

Cooking Bacon

You didn’t remember reading this when you first went over the list. Granted, there was tons of stuff on Bucky’s list. It seemed he added it on later, like he watched Wanda cook and had a little idea to add. Either way, you both were in the kitchen in front of the stove. You both had aprons on, yours was a nice navy blue while Bucky’s read: ‘kiss the cook’. He wanted the navy one but then lost a game of rock, paper, scissors.

The pan was heating up on the stove, you had the lid ready beside it on the counter. Bucky seemed nervous because of the idea of the grease spitting out at him, he was starting to stand slightly behind you or away from the stove in an area he thought he wouldn’t get hit. “Alright,” you clapped your hands together after feeling over the pan to check the temperature. “We are gonna cook four pieces, so I’m gonna take them out of the package,” You were careful around the stove because Bucky seemed extremely nervous for you. He kept making little ‘peep’ing noises like he was about to say ‘watch out’ or something but decided against it, it was cute.

You put in two and then Bucky came over to put the others in, he was so leaned back he could barely get the bacon strips into the pan. On the last strip he haphazardly dropped it in, this caused the grease to spray back. A couple bits landed on your arm but a few more hit Bucky.

“Fuck!” He jumped back as you went to cover it quickly. The lid steamed up in seconds. Bucky was at the sink, washing his arm off. “Does it, like, burn through stuff?”  His tone was so concerned but you couldn't help but laugh at the question.

“No, you’re safe,” you nodded. Bucky came back over and stood right behind you, his chin nestled on your shoulder as you waited a bit. His arms circled around your torso and he also watched the pan, he didn’t know what to look for per se, but he did it anyways. “This should be good,” you stepped forward which caused Bucky to let go. “We’re gonna lift the lid and start to flip them, alright?” You grabbed the tongs and clicked them a few times, it was a thing you always did.

“Let’s go,” Bucky’s voice wanted to sound excited but he was slightly scared.

You lifted the lid and stood off to the side, quickly but calmly you flipped the pieces over and then covered the lid. “So, we give that time, then we'll take the lid off and just move them around and flip them more, you can do that,” You smiled over your shoulder to see Bucky writing something down. It was cute how much he cared about the little things, you’d never been taught how to cook bacon or cooking in general, it was something you just found yourself doing.

Bucky took the tongs and went for it, he lifted the lid and went straight into flipping them. After he found they weren’t spitting back he seemed to loosen up, his shoulders rolled back and he seemed to find a comfortable position. He was looking over to you for any tips but you stood there with a smile on your face, he was actually doing a good job.

You got out a plate and paper towel, Bucky transferred the strips over. He watched you pat them down with a paper towel, this was something you adopted into your life because you weren’t the biggest fan of all the grease.

“This is a big part, so listen up,” Bucky looked over from eating one of his two pieces. “Write this down, never and I mean never pour this grease down the sink- ever.” Bucky had the piece of meat sticking out of his mouth as he scribbled it down, he hummed and nodded to let you know he got it. “There is a can under the sink, grab it for me, please?” You picked up the pan but stayed over the stove, Bucky came back with an open can. There was nothing in it except congealed grease, he seemed grossed out but you were used to it. “Dump it in here after it’s cool but not solidified, just don’t pour it down the sink.” You poured the stuff in and left it on the counter to cool off, Bucky finally bit down on the piece of bacon before handing over your two pieces.

“I think that went well,” Bucky nodded, he leaned against the counter with a tired sigh. You didn’t have to heart to make fun of him for being scared of the grease, he seemed proud of himself. So you just stood beside him and rested your head on his shoulder, “good job, Buck.”

Skin Care

Bucky was the type of boyfriend to sit in the bathroom and just watch you put on or take off your makeup, he was truly put under a trance when he would watch you. In the beginning he’d ask questions or ask what you were doing and why, but now he had watched you so much he’d pass you the tube of mascara as you finished on your brows.

Your skin had adapted to a long and specific routine, this was your time for about ten minutes before bed to fully unwind and have some quiet. You would rotate products and skip over some of the serums each night but there were the basics you were going to teach Bucky: Wash, tone, moisturize.

Before you went to the drug store you asked Bucky about his skin, he really had no idea what you were talking about and half the time he’d shrug it off. “I don’t pay attention to my skin,” was a common phrase. You lightly touched his face and felt his T-zone, he joked that sometimes if he opened his mouth really wide his skin would feel super tight and dry.

“So then you have dry skin,” you said. Thinking of the products to get him, Bucky didn’t have acne, it was more for cleaning the skin and keeping it healthy.

“I think,” Bucky really felt like a pain. He was trying to help you out so you could find good products but all he was giving was half answers, ‘ya, I guess’ or ‘I think so’.

But currently you both were standing in the bathroom, it was right before bed and Bucky adjusted his headband for about the hundredth time. He said it was too tight but you knew he was being a baby about it, his hair was also pulled back into a bun.

“We are gonna wash our face,” You showed how warm the water should be before splashing your face. Bucky copied right after, and awkwardly leaned forward to make sure water didn’t drip on the floor after while he waited for you to move on. “Now we are gonna wash our face, so take that bottle with the blue cap and put a bit in your hand. A little goes a long way,” You added and did the same, both faces in the bathroom were sudsy and ready. Bucky went in first to wash it off, his hands cupping under the tap and collecting as much water as he could before leaning right in to wash off his face. He did it twice.

“Pat dry?” He remembered you saying that before. His hands held the fresh towel, you hummed in response because your face was in water. Bucky patted and gently rubbed around, when you stood up you dried off as well. Both faces were damp, Bucky looked at the little water droplets running down your neck before turning back to the task at hand. “Toner- don't tell me, I know this one!” He grabbed your arm, “red cap?” His face lit up with joy as you nodded, “I got this!” He cockily laughed, he knew what he was doing.

Bucky took the little cotton round and drizzled some of the toner around on it, he passed one over to you before making one for himself. Bucky leaned in and got super close to the mirror, he watched intently as you rubbed your face. He copied, it was like the cotton pad was barely touching his face. The last thing he cleaned was his nose before pulling the cotton away, he scanned over the pad and saw the gross residue.

“Ew, that was on my face?” Bucky was enchanted by the pad, holding it super close to see the leftover dirt. You had already thrown away the pad, it made you giggle to see Bucky so hypnotized by literal oil and dirt.

“Moisturizer, final step for you,” You sang. “I like to pick it up with my knuckle, like this,” You unscrewed the lid and tapped your pointer finger knuckle to the opaque, soft cream. Bucky took his new one and did the same. He wiped it into the palm of the opposite hand, “rub it around, heat it up before putting it on,” He did just that. “You’re a pro, Buck!” You giggled as Bucky meticulously put it on. He was applying it upwards and spreading it evenly around, his fingers gently dancing across his face as the cream worked its way in.

“How do I look?” He turned to you.

“Like you’re glowing.”

“I feel like it,” Bucky laughed and looked back at the mirror. He tilted his head around to see how his skin would look under the light in the bathroom, he seemed to forget you were there and was completely in awe of what he did. Bucky brought his fingers to his face to feel around, the moisturizer had set and now his skin looked full and plump. The pads of his fingers gently tapped his cheeks and made the shimmer on his cheekbones move and twinkle.

“Alright, that’s enough admiring yourself,” you laughed and pushed him out of the way. Bucky stayed to watch you finish up your routine.

Record Player

As a way to say thanks for helping Bucky with over fifty niche things, Bucky decided to teach you how to properly use a record player.

This wasn’t any old player, this was Bucky’s player. No one was allowed to touch it without permission and even though you have never gotten the green light, you asked almost every week. This was one of the only things Bucky could really hold onto, when he touched the dark, stained wood he could almost see himself back in the 40’s; almost.

He once got really mad at the beginning of your friendship, you really didn’t know it was his, you just thought it was a talking piece. Bucky ended up yelling at you, he had just changed the needle and you were running your finger on it to see how small it was. Steve had ran in because Bucky was yelling- it was a whole ordeal that ended with Bucky not talking to you for three months.

But now there was trust and Bucky liked that after that little fiasco you didn’t even think to touch it, he could really trust you and now was a great time to show off his favourite thing. Bucky was all giddy to show his record player off to you, you were grabbing some water before he started and you noticed Bucky was using the cuff of his sleeve to wipe off a smudge before going back to inspect it.

“Alright, let’s start!” Bucky smiled. This man didn’t start with the parts and what they do, he started with the history of it all. Bucky pulled all the facts he knew about record players in general and the vintage one that was sitting in front of the both of you, his eyes seemed to light up with each new fact that popped into his mind. Part of you wanted to check your watch but you also had never seen this man get passionate over an object before, he could get passionate over people- you, Steve, Sam, etc. -but never over this. “Are you ready to play music?” He reached over into his bin and pulled a record you’ve never seen.

“Which one’s that?” You asked as Bucky pulled it out of it’s sleeve.

“It’s just a random one I picked up a week ago for this,” Bucky held the record the proper way. “Thumb on the center and index on the edge, don’t touch the actual grooves because the oils in your hands can clog them up,” Bucky moved his hand around to show you.

“Sorry, what do you mean you bought that record for this? And why does the needle look different?” you noticed the needle looked extremely worn, it looked great and new a couple days ago.

“Don’t worry,” Bucky dismissed it. “So now we are gonna place the record softly,” Bucky placed it down and turned back to you. He talked about the arm and the needle before showing you how to put it on manually and then with the little leaver, after showing them each way twice he stepped back and offered you a turn.

“Seems easy,” you mumbled and took the arm, you were doing it manually first. The movements were extremely soft and slow, when the needle made contact it took half a second before a really grainy sound came through the speakers. It sounded wrong but Bucky nodded, he applauded you for taking the needle off as well. Then you did it with the leaver, right when it was about to touch you thought it looked off so you nudged it a bit- bad idea. The needle didn’t even hit the record and part of the arm scratched the recessed vinyl. “Shit!” You yelled and ripped it off. Causing the record to scratch, the sound and the record itself, there was a shine to the edge. “Oh god! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to mess it all up- I really didn’t mean to break it- god, you must so ma- I’m sorry-” as you fumbled over yourself Bucky just started to laugh. “What?” you were about to cry because of the guilt.

“That was a sixties record and a needle that is five years old, you didn't do anything. I bought it because I knew this was bound to happen.” Bucky only laughed at your exasperated sigh, you fell into his hug like a child. “Poor baby,” he mockingly cooed, he found it so funny how you were screaming apologies at him even though it was painfully obvious it was a shit record and needle.

“That was scary, I think I need a nap after that…” you sighed.

Bucky threw you over his shoulder, “thinking the same thing, doll.

[euphoriic-dysphoria]

Blue hair - Bucky Barnes

Firs time posting something like this on Tumblr, I welcome constructive criticism, anything to make my writing better and easier to read. As long as you're not an ass about it.

Summary: you've wanted to dye your hair for sometime now, but you're too scared to do it all by yourself and it seems like a whole big thing now that you keep kinda wanna do with a friend. Yes I'm projecting😅😅

THERE MIGHT BE A PART TWO, NOT REALLY SURE YET.

Warnings ⚠️ : none, just extreme flustered bucky, whipped bucky, fluff ig yeah. Without further ado,

Bucky was falling for you. Hard. He fell more each and everyday, but somehow, you were either not into him at all, or painfully oblivious.

He said painfully, because everytime you expressed even the slightest discomfort, even if on the Quinjet you just couldn't fall asleep, bucky just had this inexplicable urge to suddenly bring you all the pillows in the world to make you happy and laugh and smile your beautiful smile.

Bucky wasn't stupid. He'd seen how smart you were on missions, and how fast you'd solved riddles to annoy Tony. You would never be oblivious to things like this. He'd long ago accepted that he was just gonna be a friend to you, of course that didn't stop him from daydreaming about you, or freezing up everytime you brushed your arm with his.

After all, some might assume what with bucky falling head over heels for you (literally, but that's a story for another time, including Sam and being at the beach) that you guys were probably best friends or at least pretty close. Nope. Bucky was embarrassed to say that you stole away all his old fashioned Brooklyn charm the minute you were in a 2 meter radius. He was so nervous he stumbled over his words and opted to just stay quiet and enjoy your presence.

Of course, you thought that bucky was just naturally shy, and well- akward. It never occurred to you that you were the cause of that shyness, but you didn't mind. You found it endearing and utterly adorable the way a pale pink would wash over his features, and brush across his nose.

Today, he was utterly relaxed, pink free, in his room in the Avengers tower, reading and trying to get the thought of you out of his mind. That was hard when abruptly a hard knock sounded at his door, and he was just about to turn around and ignore it, when he heard you mumbling and thinking outside. Supersoldierhearing

Closing his book, he straightened up and furrowed his brow, thinking as to why you'd be outside his room. He hoped everything was alright.

"buckkyyyyyyyy! Woa-hiya, how are YOU on this verrrry fine morning?" You stumbled into his room, bucky was so deep into his thoughts he wasn't aware he opened the door so suddenly, you almost fell in.

A whirlwind of chaotic energy, you recovered quickly and jumped about, before turning back to where bucky was frozen at his door.

You were only wearing a T shirt.

Now, it was 7 in the morning, and most of the avengers were well aware that you walked around in a t-shirt in the mornings, well, only Steve and Nat cause they were the only ones that woke up then. Normally, bucky wakes up earlier to do his run, and so by the time you wake up, he's showered and reading in his room.

Shaking his head a bit to uh, clear up his thoughts, he quietly trudged back to his bed, where you were sitting and excitedly bouncing up and down on.

You gave him a good morning half hug, as you were practically buzzing with energy.

Oh. That alone was more that enough to make Bucky's cheeks start to glow a dusty pink.

However, you were already setting up the boxes of hair dye on his night stand.

"ok. Alright buck, are you ready for maybe the most important decision of your lifetime?? Ahem-" Buckys eyes widened as you did a little drumroll, jiggling your thighs and bringing up your shirt a bit, but you were too absorbed in the boxes you didn't even notice.

In your best announcer voice, you looked at him and grinned. "Blue, or red?" Holding up each colour respectively.

Huh? Bucky was so focused on your smile he practically missed what you said, which would've been hella embarrassing.

"uh- I'm not- where is this coming from?" Bucky almost winced at his voice, coming out hoarse and deep.

With an angelic smile on your face a devil would fall for, you patiently explained the hair dye situation. You wanted to dye your hair. Check. You already bought the hair dye. Check. And last but not least, now you were waiting on one of your friends to reply to you about dying their hair too. This wasn't a demanding act, for you only hit up the people you knew also had wanted to dye their hair too.

"i-i uh whyreyaaskingme?" Oh god. Before Bucky had anytime to mentally smAcK himself for mumbling like that, you were already replying.

With a soft smile you said, "well of course I'm asking you buck, I don't think it's very nice to knock on people's doors at 7 in the morning unless they're awake, and Nat and Steve left together to get coffee. Plus, I trust your opinion, I'm sure you have an excellent sense of style." You teased, reminding him of the time he refused to wear a ridiculous suit that Tony had jokingly, not really, designed.

Buck sighed quietly, as you made your way to the bathroom to compare the colours. Ouch. It was never a nice feeling to know you had come to him out of necessity. Little did he know, you had earlier rushed Nat and Steve straight outta here, in attempts to build a closer bond with bucky. Those two just shared a smug little knowing look, before hightailing it right out of the tower.

Lost in his thoughts, bucky didn't realize you had stopped muttering to yourself about the hair colours.

It was quiet. Too quiet. In the bathroom, there was absolutely no sound.

Bucky frowned, making his way over, and knocked on the door.

"can-uh do you mind if I come in?" Bucky knocked.

The door creaked open, and Bucky peeked inside to find your dejected expression and little pouty lips as you sat on the edge of the sink counter, scrolling through your phone.

"hey- wh-whats wrong doll?" Aw jeez. Cut it out, he said firmly in his head. Stop stuttering, just talk to her like a normal person.

"you- wanna tell me why you're looking like a sad puppy down over here?" Bucky's breath hitches as he's in the middle of berating himself for comparing you to a puppy, when you finally look up and meet his eyes, droplets threatening to leak and break past your waterline.

Bucky's heart just about cracks at the sadness radiating off of you. As far as he knows, you of all people should never have to feel this sad. All nervousness forgotten, he quickly bends down and tilts your chin up, tenderly wiping away the tears that have now started their journey down your cheeks.

It's been 5 minutes of you and him, leaning against each other as he wipes away the quiet tears that keep replacing each other.

Finally, in a quiet voice, you explain. At first it was just the dissapointment of no one wanting to really dye their hair with you. But you understood. Really, it was early in the morning, and it was easy to see why people didn't wanna dye their hair right away, or at all even. You completely and totally respected them and their choices. But then, you thought, maybe they're annoyed at me. Maybe, they don't like me anymore. Maybe they wish I'd leave them alone. Maybe they'd be better off without me.

You were well aware you were spiralling, but after the negative thoughts started, it was hard to stop. You had anxiety of these types of things.

Countless times, Nat and Wanda had had to reassure your wanted presence and that the team did love you.

While you were explaining, Buckys arms slowly snaked around to embrace you, and put his chin on top of you head. He was sad, simply because you were.

But listening to your thought process made him realize that you were human too, and it opened his eyes to listen to your anxiousness, no matter how much it still hurt.

Uh oh. The feeling was coming back, tugging at bucky, eating him away, making him want to do anything to make you happier.

Tightening his arms around you one last time before releasing you, he blurted, "uh- I'll dye m-my hair."

Your eyes widened. A small smile slowly creeped onto your tear streaked face. "Yo-you'd do that f-for me?" You hiccuped.

Holy shit. Oh man. Bucky would've tattooed his face if it gave you that little glowing smile and hopeful face you were giving to him now.

"Oh doll. You wouldn't believe what I'd do for you."

PART TWO IS NOW UP

[miss-smutty]

Brothers - Chapter 11

Unforgiven

Summary- You're hit with the bombshell of Chris coming home after a month away and after he left you questioning everything, completely heartbroken. How were you meant to confront him after so long?

Word count- 2K

Pairing- Chris Hems x reader

Warnings- Swearing, a smidgen of violence

18+ only!

Posted: 3rd August 2021

Taglist:- @everything-is-awesomesauce @nicolemt23 @innerpaperexpertcloud @pandaxnienke @chickensarentcheap @jjpogueprincess @longlostinanotherworld @mostly-marvel-musings @darklydeliciousdesires

Brothers Masterlist <<<

You haven't felt like this about anyone for a very long time and Chris has just made your fear of rejection all too real. You couldn't help the way you felt about him though, still feel about him. You love him and he'd told you he loved you, you'd felt it when he'd said it, you'd seen the look in his eye. So why were you even questioning it? 

In the morning you finally felt the courage to check your phone - Liam had stayed with you all night until you'd calmed down enough to go to bed when the sun had rised and you were no longer taunted by your demons in the dark.

There's multiple text messages and missed calls filling up the screen of your phone. 

I'm sorry I had to leave like that, are you ok? Xx

Read the first one. Your eyes scanned over the rest, mostly saying the same thing.

Y/N please answer. Let me explain myself. I didn't have time to speak to Liam about it all right then and I didn't want to leave on a bombshell.

His excuses made you feel sick to your stomach. You could understand why he did it but there were much better ways for him to go about it that wouldn't have left you feeling heartbroken.

You sighed heavily, putting your phone back onto your bedside table a little bit too forcibly and sinking back into your feather pillows. If you gave in to your impulses you would've text him back straight away but knowing deep down that would be the wrong thing to do, you restrained yourself. It took willpower but you just about managed, he'd made you feel like shit there was no way you were going to forgive him so easily.

*********

As the weeks passed by it became more and more difficult to ignore Chris, he wasn't giving up without a fight which admittedly made you feel a little bit better. You'd ignored him for so long it had become a habit and the fact he wasn't giving in told you he definitely did care about you but he'd made a major mistake and you were going to make him pay.

"Have you spoke to Chris yet?" Liam asked you over lunch. 

"Nope." A sly smile played on your lips, you were kind of enjoying making Chris sweat but you'd never admit it.

"Maybe you should, he's been blowing my phone up trying to get in contact with you. You do know he's coming home this week?"

"What? You stopped with your fork in front of your lips, eyes wide. "No I did not know that, has it been a month already?"

"Uh-huh, and its gonna be massively fucking awkward for me if you two are still arguing." 

"We're not arguing..." You brush your hair behind your ear, sitting up straight in your chair. " We're not even speaking." 

The thought of Chris coming home fills you with dread and excitement all at the same time. You're so excited to see his face and yet dreading the thought of having to deal with your problems.

"When will he be home?" You ask, trying to be casual.

"I don't know, he just said this week. I haven't exactly been speaking to him myself, I'm still pissed off with him."

"And you didn't think to ask what day?.and why are you pissed off? He didn't do anything to you." Your voice was a little too high, it always was when you panicked. Chris could come home at any minute and you weren't mentally prepared for it.

"No, but don't you think him hurting you effects me? You've had a face like a slapped ass for a month for a start and if you want to know so badly why don't you call him?" Liam raised his eyebrows at you, unamused at the whole messenger thing he had going on.

"Pfft, I can't." You push your bowl of food away, suddenly not very hungry anymore. "It's been so long I wouldn't even know what to say." 

"Your drama is honestly making me go grey." Liam runs his hand through his hair, looking at you with raised eyebrows.

"I think you'd look pretty good as a silver fox." You tease.

"I would but still, please sort it out." He gives you the glare. "Anyway, I'm going to have a little get together tonight. You up for it?" 

"A get together or a party?" 

"Well you know how it usually goes, it starts off as a get together but usually turns in to a party." 

"Exactly, well I'm off out with the girls so we'll be there later." 

You finished up your meals, Liam refusing for you to pay as usual, he was such a gentleman, you really wish his brother was a little bit more like him in that way. 

*********

You help Liam greet his guests, smiling and mingling as you go. The ratio of women to men doesn't suprise you one bit, Liam was newly single after all but you roll your eyes anyway after leading yet another group of girls through to the living room.

You watched Liam greeting the girls with the most genuine smile on his face than you'd seen in a while, he was happy, finally and it brought you great pleasure.

Your heart stops beating when you hear Chris's distinctive Australian accent carry above the noise in the room, you can feel his eyes burning into your back as you turn around to find him. Your tummy fluttering when your eyes meet, unable to hide how much you've actually missed him from your face. He smiles sheepishly at you making your tummy somersault, excusing himself politely from the group of girls that had circled around him and making his way over to you, when Liam steps in his way, blocking his path.

"I don't want to make a scene here but you've got some serious explaining to do." Liam says sternly.

"I know... I... I wasn't honest with you before I left." 

"That's putting it lightly. Y/N told me everything." You watched the exchange between the brothers, your nerves going into overdrive. You could hear Liam's friend talking to you but you weren't focusing on him, his words just a distant noise, your attention solely on the brothers. Brothers who looked like they were about to fight. Because of you.

"What are you, her bodyguard? If there's anyone I need to answer to it's Y/N, are you gunna let me past?" You watched as Chris' jaw tensed, the muscles in his neck becoming more prominent and you knew things were getting heated.

"If you're gunna treat her like shit Chris then yeah I am, the manly thing to do was come clean. It was a pussy move and you know it." People were starting to watch and your cheeks were burning but you were routed to the spot. Unable to move all you could do was stare blankly.

"Are you calling me a pussy?"

"Yeah, I'm calling you a fucking pussy." Liam shoved Chris square in his chest, he barely moved but his jaw clenched together, the tendons in his neck straining with rage.

Why, why, why were you stood watching this and not doing something about it? Your two favourite people in the whole world were about to fight each other and you're stood watching like it's a fucking soap opera.

You could see Chris thinking, debating about what he should do. Should he give his brother a free pass - he did deserve it, or should he fight back - he'd already called him a pussy he didn't want people actually believing it. 

He decided to let it go, moving past him to get to you when Liam shoved him again, this time he wasn't expecting it and almost fell over, recovered himself and then went for Liam. Your mouth hung open, your legs started moving before you registered what was happening.

"Stop! Please stop!" You screamed, Liam's friends coming to the rescue and holding them both back. Tears in your eyes at the thought of them fighting each other

You looked up at Liam's friend holding Chris back. "It's ok, I've got him." You took Chris by the hand, leading him away from Liam, weaving through the crowd that had gathered, pissed off that they'd caused such a scene in public but you needed to get them away from each other so they could both calm down.

Chris walked into your room and you closed the door behind him, resting your head against it for a minute.

"What the fuck was that?" You question, turning around to face him.

"Don't ask me, what exactly did you say to Liam while I was gone?" 

"Are you really trying to blame me? I told him the truth Chris, like you should've done." He hung his head in shame. His elbows resting on his knees and his head in his hands.

"Yeah I know but let me explain."

"I haven't got time for it now." You start shuffling through your wardrobe. "I need to get ready." You say with your back to him.

"Ready for what?"

"I'm going out with the girls." You turn around slowly, looking at him, taking him all in. You've missed him so much, why does he have to be so damn attractive.

Then he gives you that sexy smile and your knees almost cave but you remind yourself of the things he said, willing yourself to stay angry with him.

"Do you have to go? I've only just got back." You start going through your wardrobe, if you had your back to him you could distract yourself from the heavy sexual tension between you. The need to run up to him and wrap you legs around him, telling him all was forgiven while you kissed every inch of his damn fine body. 

"Yeah I'm going. You don't get to treat me like that and then just come back and act like nothings happened." 

"Y/N can you please stop being so stupid, this is ridiculous." He said sitting down on the end of your bed with his head in his hands.

"I'm being stupid? Are you for real?" You take off your clothes until you're left in just your underwear, turning around to look at him with your hands on your hips.

"Ok sorry that was the wrong thing to say, I've been trying to speak to you every day for a month. Did you not miss me?" He looks up, his eyes widening when he sees you in your underwear.

"You're always saying the wrong thing aren't you?" Now can you leave, I need to get ready and I want to do it in peace." You point to the door, your hand falling limply by your side when you watch Chris licking his lips, his eyes focusing everywhere but your face.

"Do you have to go? I think I can find a way of making you forgive me." 

"You can't just fuck your way outta this one Chris, I'm not a toy for you to do as you please with." 

"You're so hot when you're angry... I'm really trying not to fuck you senseless right now." He bites on his fist watching your anger falter.

"We're just friends aren't we?" You say rather bitterly

"We're not just friends and you fucking know it, friends don't do this shit -" he says as he moves in front of you, his hands wrapping around you and resting on your plump cheeks. "I told you I loved you and I fucking meant it. Can we please forget what I said? I didn't think about it until after I'd said it and I tried to call you straight away to apologize."

"Do what?" You reply trying to keep your calm as his hands electrify your body.

He cups your ass and lifts you into his arms, you instinctively wrap your legs around his hard torso. He lays you back onto the bed and kisses you deep, his tongue desperately finding yours as he thrusts his bulge into your tingling pussy. Your body betrays you as you let out a low moan, you feel him groan from deep inside as his prehistoric nature takes over.

"That." he says breathlessly.

"I'm still going out tonight but I'll be back later." You say between him kissing down your neck, savouring every last inch of your taste. "You can think about how you can make it up to me while I'm gone and before that you better go grovel to Liam, I think he's even more pissed off than me."

"Oh baby, you're not even going to know your own name by the time I'm finished with you never mind anything else." 

"This doesn't mean you're forgiven, this means I'm giving you a chance." 

[stripper-patrick]

Heaven 🇫🇷Florian Munteanu

|part 1: Get You| |part 2: Heaven| |part 3: Hell|

Warnings: language, smut, nsfw

Song- Streets: Doja Cat

Tags: @rebellious-desires @mrsbanreswillseeyou @eclecticblkgirl @designerwriterchic @bvssmob

Relationship: Florian Munteanu x black plus sized reader

My alarm goes off and I happily get up getting ready for our trip to Paris. I go to the bathroom wetting my face with warm water seeing as cold water just makes me mad. I exfoliate my face and lips before moving on to brush my teeth and swish some mouthwash.

I hop in the shower scrubbing, shaving, and exfoliating my body with my warm vanilla sugar scented soap from bath and body works. I rinse off the soap and step out applying coconut oil to my damp body then applying the matching warm vanilla sugar lotion to lock in the moisture. I’m black we gotta stay hydrated and mind out business.

I put on some deodorant and face moisturizer grabbing a black bra and some burgundy rhinestone Brazilian panties. I grab the outfit laid on my nearby chair and my Nike air 270’s. I sit at my vanity doing a light makeup look and adding some Vaseline for that shine affect on my lips. I decide to tie up my long braids in a cute little bun and I see my phone buzz. I swipe right and answer Florian’s call “good morning” I smile

“Good morning” my breath physically catches in my throat at his deep raspy morning voice. “Are you ready?”

“Yes I am”

“Oh and be sure to have something nice we’re going to brunch with my family”

“Oh ok” I nod. I did pack some fancy outfits because it’s Paris who wouldn’t but I know China hasn’t met his family yet. “So do you fight tonight?”

“No tomorrow. And we’ll be staying with my parents at their house”

“We’re not staying in a hotel?”

“No” he chuckles

“Ok then”

....

I park my car on a vacant lot seeing a singular airplane and Florian sitting on the steps. I get out and my jaw is dropped to the core of the earth.

“Hey baby girl” he jogs over hugging me and I’m too in shock to even acknowledge the nickname. I pop the trunk and grab my suitcase before he takes it from me “I could’ve got it”

“For what I’m here. You look good”

“Thank you” I smile “so you own this plane?”

“Kinda me and my brother went half on it. You’ll get to meet him later” he winks. Flo takes my luggage to the flight attendants and holds my hand leading me into the spacious red leather interior of the plane.

“This is dope Flo” I say

“Thank you” we sit across from each other and the flight attendant brings us champagne in a glass.

I take a sip and I can taste how expensive it is.

“So how long will this flight be?”

“About 12 hours” I sigh as we take off.

“Well how do we pass time?” He cocks up his eyebrow Suggestively and I smile.

...

“Ok how old were you when you lost your virginity?” I ask looking over. We’ve now moved next to each other giggling from the champagne.

“15” he answers. We’re playing a game of truth or strip. It’s simple. If you don’t wanna answer your truth you have to strip. Better than truth or dare. He has taken off his socks, shirt and watch and I took off my biker shorts and socks.

“Oh” I nod “if you had to choose between me and Brad Pitt to have sex with who would it be”

“Can I choose both?” I laugh

“Nope”

“Ok I would choose you” I laugh “I don’t know Brad like that or how good he is”

“How do you know I’m good in bed?” he leans getting closer.

“Aside from the details China tells me I can tell you know how to use what you got”

“What do you mean?” He smiles.

“You know what I mean” I laugh. Deep down I want him to prove me right but that would be completely outta line.

“I need an example” all of a sudden I’m shy but not to shy to bite my tongue.

“Like your tongue you look like you know how to use it in the best way” He doesn’t say anything he just stares at me. I feel myself leaning in. He’s leaning too. Our lips attach and it was like a flame was set off in my body. I’m frozen but my lips are still moving in sync with his.

Flo’s large hand caresses thigh then bring them in my underwear rubbing slowly at my clit. I moan in his mouth and he speeds up. Out of instinct I try to close my thighs arching my back but he keeps a good grip. He slips a finger in and starts kissing my neck. I moan out but the flash of my best friends face crosses my mind and I place my hands on his shoulders and stop all movements.

“You’re with China” I say breathing heavily. He nods looking down and my clit is throbbing and so badly I want so much more but I know I’d feel the worse whether China found out or not.

“You’re right I’m sorry” he nods taking his hand out of my underwear. His fingertip is wet with my juices and I let out a puff of air holding my head in my hands. I grab my pants and we redress ourselves before sitting back down. I sigh closing my eyes getting comfortable. All I can think about is his head between my legs and him being dominant and absolutely man-handling me. I open my eyes again looking out the window at the dark night sky.

‘Something takes over me and I straddle Flo and grab his arms wrapping them around me. I grab his face kissing him and he grinds me against his hard on. He’s quick to pull off my underwear and shimmy down his pants just a little bit. The tip inserts through my walls and I-‘

“Y/N you should probably get some rest” I snap out of my thoughts and he’s just staring at me.

“Yea you’re right” he stands to grabbing two blankets from the closet. He hands me one and I give off a small smile and a thank you. I pull the heavy soft blanket over my body up to my chin before taking a deep breath that transitions me into a deep sleep.

...

I wake up just at sunrise to see Florian asleep. He looks peaceful when he’s asleep. I look out the window watching the beautiful sky. It’s painted a mix of pink purple and yellow in the cleanest way.

I smile and stand up stretching my legs and back. There’s a big window at the back of the plane and I walk back there folding my arms just looking.

I feel arms around my waist and Florian’s hand slides up my neck to my jaw bringing my lips to his. I can’t help but kiss back now. This is so wrong but it feels so right.

I turn my body taking in his embrace and his hands go down to my butt giving it a light squeeze. He stops kissing me and walks away back to his seat. I watch his eyes close and I go sitting next to him. I lay my head on his shoulder. He wraps his arm around me and I lay on his chest drifting to sleep once again.

...

We are just getting off the plane in the warm climate of France. Considering it’s spring there’s a slight chill in the air making me put on a light jacket. Flo grabs our bags taking it to the car and the driver gets out. He looks like Flo honestly. Not as tall but still over 6 feet, green hazel eyes, pretty smile. The have a resemblance towards each other. Florian gives him a big hug with a laugh “how’ve you been?” The guy asks

“I’ve been good. This is Y/N. Y/N this is my brother Daniel” he opens his arms and I give him a big hug.

“Nice to meet you” he smiles

“Nice to meet you too”

“How’s China” he glances at me smiling

“She’s great” he nods

“Good well let’s not waste any time let’s go” he nods. I get in the backseat and I see a woman in the front. “Hi I’m Amelia” she introduces. Perfect skin, long legs, gorgeous blonde hair. She’s a model.

“Hi I’m Y/N” she smiles sweetly and turns around. Florian sits next to me and his brother gets in the driver seat as we pull off in the beautiful city of Paris. Or as I like to call it, Heaven.

As we go through I’m glued to the window tapping Flo’s thigh every time I see something cool like mimes, flowers, and even puppies. I notice Flo’s hand on my thigh and I want to move it so badly for the sake of just feeling bad but I can’t. This feels so good.

We arrive at the house shortly after and it’s huge to say the least. I get out and Daniel opens the trunk. I go to grab my bag and Florian smacks my hand. My jaw drops with a laugh emitting from both of us while Daniel and his wife walk by.

“I’ll get it” he says. He picks up my suitcase and his as well rolling both of them into the house. I’m still enjoying the exterior. An older gentleman comes out looking at me. I walk up to him and a huge smile spreads across his face. “Are you English?” His thick accent much like Flo’s emits through his perfect teeth.

“Close. American. I’m Y/N, Florian’s friend”

“No girlfriend?” His thick accent doesn’t stop the curiosity but still love coming from him.

“No she’s at home” I smile. He extends his arms pulling me in for a hug. He smells like teakwood and a little bit of backwoods.

“We have dinner tonight. You like goat?”

“Never tried it” I laugh. He wraps his arm around my shoulder walking me into his house “your house is beautiful”

“Thank you. Me and my wife built it when Daniel was born” he explains “from the ground up and this is one house I will never get rid of”

“I’m just in love with it” an older woman appears with broad shoulders and a disgusted look on her face staring right into my soul.

“Who this?” She asks pointing to me. I hate when people wave their fingers in my face it makes me wanna fight. But for her sake I’ll chalk it up to a culture difference.

“Diana this is Y/N Florian’s friend” his father speaks “oh my apologies my name is Emilio”

“You think you’re good enough for my son?”

“Excuse me?”

“Ma stop” Florian scolds “what the hell is wrong with you”

“I apologize she can be a handful sometimes. Which is why we’re separated” Emilio says to me. I can’t help but giggle and he shows me around more with Flo behind us.

...

I get out the steamy shower and a knock comes at my door. I open it slightly seeing its Florian dressed in a Nike tracksuit. I’m only in a towel and I smile at him. “Hey you look good” I step aside allowing him in and he shuts the door sitting on the bed.

“Thanks” he answers “you look better. I think my mom will love that” he laughs

“Funny” I smile sarcastically laughing to myself

“Y/N I’m sorry but I just can’t help myself when I’m around you. Every time even when all of us like me you and China are together I want to make you mine and I know that’s your best friend-“ I cut him off with a kiss. That’s that wrenching feeling inside of me knowing I’m going to hurt my best friend is strong. But my feelings for him are stronger. What we have built is too strong for me to just walk away.

“Let’s just have fun this weekend and we’ll see where to go from there” I reassure him. Florian slides his hand up my thigh dangerously close to my bare pussy. Before he moves any higher I push his hand away “I have to get ready”

“Alright alright” he stands up “just meet me downstairs” he kisses my head and I shut the door behind him. I sigh shaking my head ridding myself of the thought that betrays myself and my best friend the most. I go in my suitcase grabbing the short casual t-shirt dress I brought. It accentuates my curves but still is simple.

I grab some sandals sliding those on and snapping the strap to my ankle. I take one last look in the mirror before opening the door to his mother standing right in front of me. “Hi?” I respond in more of a question like tone

“Are you going to Florians fight in 2 days?” She asks

“I am” she rolls her eyes muttering something under her breath. “What was that?” I call out daring her to say it again. People, especially older people, need to realize respect isn’t given it’s earned and if you put me in a position where I have every right to disrespect you, then that’s that.

“Take your ass back on the plane and go home. My son doesn’t need you” Just then I hear Florian yell and he comes up the stairs.

“Let’s go Y/N” he grabs my hand but I yank it away too heated in the moment to understand he means good.

“Nah she wanna sit here and keep disrespecting me. I’ve had enough. Me and him aren’t-“ Florian picks me up taking me downstairs where he sets me down on my feet. His hands are still clad at my waist as I fume.

“I’m tired of her talking to me like she’s lost her gotdamn mind”

“Just don’t let her get to you. I’ll talk to her later tonight. Please” he begs. I sigh and he pulls me in for a tight hug. I take a deep breath of his cologne gathering my thoughts. I let go and walk in front of him to the kitchen earning a swat to my behind. I shake my head and we approach the table full of others. They all stare at me including his mother sitting at the end. I sit down and Flo sits next to me. The maids bring out an appetizer and it’s an orange soup. I grab my spoon taking a sip and it’s delicious.

“This is called a zuppa toscana” Emilio says “something my mother used to make me and my brothers all the time” he smiles. The family engulfs themselves in chatty conversations and I continue sipping on my soup. Flashbacks of the plane and Florian rubbing my pussy keep hitting me creating a waterfall in my panties. I can already feel their soaked through. I stretch my hand on his thigh lightly resting it there. Florian glances at me before going back to his food. I move my hand on top of his crotch rubbing lightly making a firm grip. I feel his thigh twitch and his hazel turn into a dark brown. I keep rubbing him through his pants feeling him harden. I keep rubbing until the chef comes out of the kitchen.

“The food is taking some time but it will be out shortly” the chef announces smiling.

“Perfect Y/N come with me” Florian grabs my hand dragging me with him throughout the house.

He opens the big glass door and lets me out first. I look around seeing we’ve entered a beautiful garden. “This is gorgeous” he shuts the door and grabs my hand not saying a word. Florian leads me through it to a bench in front of some flowers. I bite my lip and he wraps his hand around my throat sealing any space between us with a kiss. His hands move to my butt giving it a nice squeeze. I gasp feeling his tongue slip in my mouth. I feel dizzy and hot. I’m not sure who’s air I’m breathing anymore. He lets go and I suck in a breath of air as Florian sits on the bench. He pulls my dress off tearing off the thin fabric of my lace thong. He sits me on his lap and I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders. I grind along his hard-on as he grips the back of my neck holding me in a powerful kiss. I lift my dress up pulling my underwear to the side while he unbuckles his pants. Florian lets out a big girthy dick and I watch as it pulsates and leaked with precum.

I grab ahold of it and glide myself onto him feeling his dick expand my walls gracefully. Once I’m fully on him Florian grabs my hips digging into them guiding me to ride him. This increases my pleasure somehow.

“I’ve waited for this for so long” he moans bucking my hips faster. I bounce my ass and my acrylics glide through his short hair. My breath is caught in my throat by how fast I’m going and how big he is. My hands move to his chest and I let out that first succulent moan. Florian rolls my hips faster attaching his lips to my neck heightening my pleasure. I claw at his chest hearing his deep voice rumble in my neck “I’ve wanted this tight pussy around my cock and in my mouth since I first met you”

My moans get louder hearing his vulgarity and my legs begin shaking from the pressure building in my center. Florian holds me down with one arm and his other hand snakes up to my mouth silencing my moans. Somehow this makes this rendezvous 10x hotter. He starts pounding me out from below and the only thing you can hear is skin slapping on skin and his low grunts and moans.

“Are you gonna cum on me?” I nod furiously trying to push away from his death grip. The pounding becoming too much “uh uh take this dick”

I have no choice but to sit there and take it. My entire body tensed and I begin my convulsions while gripping on the bottom of his shirt. He takes his hand off my mouth and I instantly move to his neck where loud moans are muffled in his shirt. “Fuck I’m gonna cum” I hop off to the best of my ability and get on my knees. I grab the base of his dick jerking it hard while sucking on the tip. Before I know it warm, bitterness is brought into my mouth while he grips the edge of the bench moaning. He’s gripping so hard that his knuckles are turning white.

“That’s my girl” I milk him dry and keep sucking until he’s begging me to stop. I come off his member with a pop and smile at him. Florian grabs my throat giving me a wet sloppy nasty kiss.

“You’re so nasty” he smiles “I love it”

I pull my dress down and discard my underwear in my bra. Florian fixes himself and I see the door open. It’s the chef.

“The food is ready. I was told you might be out here since it’s your favorite spot”

“Yes thank you. Just showing her the flowers” he extends his hand and I walk in front of him. The chef leaves the door open walking away and I giggle to myself thinking of what we just did. I’m gonna beat myself up later about it.

[adventuresinwonderlust]

Title: Caution to the Wind PART 2 

For PART 1 Click HERE

Pairing: Yoongi x reader  

Warnings: smut, fluff, angst, a lot of first times, tension, Solo/ mutual masturbation (m) (f),  mentions of virginity and losing it (friendship pact)

*AUTHORS NOTE: Warnings will update per chapter as things get steamier*

Permanent Tag List: @mochilicious-yoongi @heyimtavia ​

Rating: 18 and over

You wake to the sun peeking through his curtains, rolling to find Yoongi gone. You stretch your body out before sitting up and looking about for your phone. Yoongi soon enters, coffee in hand, once you send an all is well text to your mother. He hands you the mug with a smile, “Good morning. Did you sleep well?” “Morning. I did, thanks. How about you?” He nods, taking a seat at his desk. “Do you want to talk about last night?” He murmurs. You sip your coffee, shrugging at his question. “Do you?” “I mean, I'm sorry about ruining the kiss. I'll try to control myself more.” “No, it's my fault. I shouldn't have, uh, you know, touched you.” You look away from him, your face heating. “I mean, I understand but also…. it's ok if you did…. or if you wanted to…. uh…. No pressure.” He stutters, scratching at the back of his neck. You can't help but giggle, your nerves kicking in heavily. “Why?” He chuckles. “I'm sorry I'm not laughing at you. I'm just, this is just a bit awkward to talk about.” You reply. He nods, covering his face with his hands. “How can we make it not awkward?” He asks from behind his hands. “Maybe let's not talk about it beforehand. We should just let it happen naturally.” You explain. He lowers his hands, nodding at you. “Ok, you’re right let's just move on then. What do you want to do today?” “Let's just chill out, watch a movie or play a video game. We can head back to my place.” “Ok, well let's do that early. I don't want to hang around here too long.” “Okay, let me just shower and get dressed.” “Same.” He says, jumping up to grab clothes from his dresser to pack.  

You watch as he neatly folds his things and places them into his duffle bag. He soon turns to you. “You can shower first Y/N, it'll give me time to get my stuff together.” You smile, grabbing your duffle and heading into the restroom. You exit fully dressed and ready to go, frowning when you hear Yoongi arguing with his mother. “You are never home!” “You never make it so I want to be home!” “How happy then you will be to move out and into the dorms? Finally, away from your terrible mother.” “I’m counting down the days!” He shouts, stomping up the stairs and into the bedroom. You lock eyes and he just shakes his head. “I'll be quick.” He grumbles, heading into the restroom.  

You both head down the stairs to leave, Yoongi’s mother in the kitchen staring at you. “Have a good day.” You wave at her. She simply nods, turning away as you both walk out. “You know you don’t have to try so hard. She doesn’t care.” “I’ve known her since I was a little kid. Of course, I have to try. My mother would kill me if she found out I was anything but respectful to your mom.” “My mom loves you Y/N, things have just been tough at home.” “I know Yoongi, you don’t have to explain. I’m sure things will blow over soon enough.” He nods, taking a seat at the bus stop. “I feel bad that she and I have grown so far apart.” He says finally. “Well, you are both pretty prideful. Someone has to give in and say I’m sorry.” “It won’t be her that’s for sure.” “Then it should be you.” He shakes his head at your suggestion. “Maybe one day but just not today.” You nod, not wanting to press anymore, luckily the bus arrives.  

You make it to your house and figure out a quick dinner, your mom texting to say she'll be working late. Yoongi, always being the kind guy he is, packs a plate for your mom to eat when she arrives home. You both clean up and head to your room. “Go kart?” You smirk at Yoongi, who nods. “You’re going to lose.” “Whatever, we shall see. Set it up, I’m gonna change into my pajamas.” You instruct, heading into your bathroom to change into a black tank top and sleep shorts. When you emerge, Yoongi is sitting on the rug at the front of the TV, the video game on, cheerful music filling the room. “Ready to lose?” He chuckles, his smile turning into a cough when he looks you over. He hands you a controller and you take a seat next to him.  

You smirk to yourself, watching from the corner of your eye as Yoongi eyeballs you, and you wonder to yourself if you will always have this effect on him. “Better keep focus Min.” You tease, getting the one up on him and taking the lead. Your avatar zooms quickly, your heart beating fast, your knuckles aching from how tightly you hold the controller. Soon your avatar passes the finish line, the game whistling to inform you both the level is over. “Woooooo!” You scream, dropping the remote and lifting your arms in the air. Yoongi rolls his eyes, nodding calmly. “Best 2 outta three.” He wagers. “OK but let’s make it interesting.” He scoffs at your remark. “Interesting how?” You feel your body heat. Getting the one up on Yoongi has your core needy. You go to set your terms when your mother bursts through the door, startling you. “Hey, thanks for dinner. I’m going to crash. It was a long day. Try to keep it down ok.” “Yeah mom, sorry.” “Night.” She winks, closing the door.

“What was I saying?” You look back at Yoongi. “You wanted to make things interesting.” “Oh yes! So, since you lost this round, I want your shirt.” You smirk. His brow furrows and he looks down at his t-shirt, laughing nervously. “I’m not wearing anything underneath.” You shrug at his comment and feel your face heat when his Adam’s apple bobs with his hard swallow. He chuckles again and grabs the bottom of his shirt, lifting it up and over his head. He tosses it to you, his gorgeous skin on display, and you drop it in front of you happily. “Next round is mine.” He warns, grabbing his remote. You begin the next round and find yourself hyper focused on winning. Your hands are aching, not as large as Yoongi’s who can grip the control with ease. You squeal excitedly, in the lead. Yoongi grumbles under his breath, “I’m not going to lose this one!” You giggle at his words, taking your eyes away from the screen for a moment. Suddenly, Yoongi’s eyes light up and you whip your head back to the screen to see a computer player shoot a bomb at your avatar, knocking you out of first place. “No!” You whine, watching your avatar spin out of control. Yoongi whoops over and over beside you, his avatar quickly taking the lead. He leans up onto his knees, happily making noises under his breath, his avatar zooming over the finish line. He tosses his controller, throwing his arms up before pointing at you. “Told you I’d win. Take those shorts off.”

You scoff, a fit of adrenaline riddled giggles soon taking over you. You stand, tucking your thumbs into the waistband of your shorts and drop them to the ground, using your foot to kick them over to him. He holds them for a moment in his arms, staring at you in your lacey black thong. You adjust the straps higher up on your full hips, slowly squatting down and sitting on your feet, your ass on full display for him. “Next round is mine.” You point at him. He doesn’t speak, unable to pull his gaze away from your plump behind. His eyes tracing your every outline, making your core burn with desire. “Focus Min, I want to win fair and square.” You say, grabbing the controller and setting up the next round. He grabs his controller, his eyes still taking you in. You’d be lying if you said that having his eyes on you wasn’t the best feeling in the world right now. You felt your arousal push pass your slit, wetting the fabric of your thong. You start the level and chuckle to yourself at the fact that you both are barely putting in an effort.  

You see Yoongi's avatar speed up suddenly and so you decide to slow down, letting him win! “Ha,” He exclaims, “I win!” “I guess you do.” You shrug. His excitement soon fades, and He looks over your body again. “Um, well there’s not much to ask for.” He whispers, scratching the back of his neck. “You sure? Maybe you aren’t being creative enough.” You tell him, crawling over and locking lips with his. He moans, melting into the kiss. You pull away briefly to take in his needy look. “Don’t stop." He almost begs, leaning forward to kiss you again. You deepen the kiss, straddling him. Your cunt aching when he swirls his tongue around yours. His hands find purchase at your lower back, his fingertips fiddling with the fabric of your tank. You break the kiss again, “Do you want me to take it off?” His eyes widen and he stutters over what to say but the twitch in his pants give him away.

You sit up a bit at the feeling of his member pressing into you, his cheeks reddening, “I’m sorry.” He whispers. You shake your head, “It’s ok. I like how it feels.” You rock a bit in his lap, watching how his mouth falls open and his grip on your back tightens. “Is this, ok?” You ask in the hopes he’ll say yes, the friction against your yearning sex just what you need. He doesn’t speak, just nods, his hands falling to your hips. He tucks his slender fingers under the straps of your thong, gripping at your flesh before aiding you back and forth across his clothed erection. You mewl at the amazing feeling that slowly builds deep inside you. “Do.... do you like this?” He pants. You nod, moving your hips faster. He lets a soft moan escape and you’re quick to shush him for fear your mother will hear.

He bites his lower lip to keep from being too noisy and you find yourself trying hard to grind against him. You groan annoyed at how difficult it is to keep a good pace on the floor, your knees digging into the rug. “Let’s move to the bed.” You urge, standing. Yoongi hops up and follows you towards the bed. You sit down watching him approach, his erection creating a tent like effect at the front of his jeans. You swallow back you lust for him, rubbing your thighs together. “Do you want to take your jeans off?” He looks down at himself and back at you, his face and neck reddening. “Do you want me to? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” You nod, feeling so overwhelmingly horny that you reach for his belt and begin to undo his pant. “Fuck Y/N.... I.... this has never happened before. I’m freaking out a bit.” “Me too,” You reassure him, “If you want me to stop at any time, just tell me.” He shakes his head, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he watches you tug his jeans down.  

“Lie back.” You instruct. Yoongi shakily does as he’s told, groaning when you straddle him again. You moan lustfully at how amazing his clothed manhood feels against your clothed womanhood, so much better than any pillow. You want so badly to wildly grind against him, desperate for release. He has his hands on your thighs, his eyes fixed on you, waiting for your instructions. You lick your lips, an even naughtier thought coming to your mind. You slide back a bit, palming him gently, mewling at how incredible he feels in your hand even clothed. He releases a deep breath, his eyes closing shut at the feeling. “Do you like this?” You question even though you know his answer. He simply nods. Your body shivers at the sounds of his moaning. A surge of needy lust coursing through you. You grip his heavy manhood before nestling yourself into his lap again. You roll your hips into his. “Oh god!” He almost yells. “Shh! Try to be quiet.” You lean in to whisper in his ear. “Pl-please, go faster.” He begs and you nod, moving your hips in quick flicks across his erection.  

“Do, do you like this?” He groans. “It’s nice. I like watching you.” You admit. He smiles seductively, wrapping an arm around your waist and flipping you onto your back. “I want you to like it too.” He whispers, shoving his erection into your soaked center. You can't help but hitch forward, dry humping your needy bud into his length. You moan quietly into his ear, reveling in the gentle kisses he traces along your collar bone and neck. Your skin begins to goose at the feeling of his soft lips against your hot skin. Your body burning as it nears your climax. “Yoongiiii, touch me.” You cry out. He stops completely, hovering over you and staring at your face. “Oh, Y/N, I want to, I’m just nervous. Maybe if you don’t mind, we can we try something else? If you don’t like it, we can stop.” “OK, yeah, what did you have in mind?” He bites his lip and you’ve never felt more turned on. “Show me how you make yourself cum.” He whispers. “Are you serious?” You giggle a bit. “Yeah, um, it’s a fantasy of mine. Like I want to see you touch yourself. I'll do it to. If you want to.” He whispers, his eyes fired with lust as he leans in for a kiss. You nod, running your hand into his hair. Your tongues swirling around one another in desperate fury.

“Should I stay lying back?” You ask. Yoongi shrugs. “Are you comfortable this way?” You nod in response. “Ok. I can do whatever.” He explains, leaning back on his heels, still nestled between your legs. You both watch each other. One waiting for the other to make the first move. You bite your lip, dying for release. “Show me your cock.” Yoongi's eyes widen, and he chuckles nervously. “Fuck, that's so hot. I've never heard you talk like that. I'm so horny right now. I want you. I want you so bad. Show me too. Um, I want to see your…uh….” “Pussy.” You finish his sentence. He groans deeply, palming himself with a needy nod. You let out a shaky breath at the sight of him already touching himself. “You’re so beautiful Y/N, do you know that? You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life.” He confesses, gripping your thigh. “Oh Yoongi.” You whimper, leaning forward to plant a kiss on his sweet pout. He takes over the kiss immediately, suckling on your tongue and soon your lips.  

You can't take it anymore and reach into his underwear. You wrap your hands around his length, swallowing the desperate whine that leaves his throat. You begin stroking him from root to tip ever so slowly. You’ve watched porn before and had always seen the women in them start this way. You break away from the kiss to look down at his member, never having seen one up close before. He’s long, thick, and veiny. The tip the same pink as his lips. Your mouth hangs open as you watch yourself work and you soak yourself even more. Yoongi looks down also, his breathing erratic, soft moans leaving his kiss swollen pout. “Just like that, that’s so good.” He praises, reaching back to squeeze your ass. You marvel at the sticky pre-cum that spills from his reddening tip, licking your lips when it’s dribbles down onto your hand. “Fuckkkk.... this feels so amazing. You sure this.... is.... your first time doing this?” You nod at his question, your chest filling with pride. “Lie back, Y/N.” He instructs, grabbing his cock from your grasp. You nod, doing as your told and lying back. You release a shuddered breath at the sight of him stroking just his tip. His head falls back and he’s a moaning mess. His chest rises and falls so fast, you wonder if he'll hyperventilate. “Take your thong off Y/N.” You do as your told, bending your knees to your chest to remove the sticky fabric from your saturated core. You chuck the material to the side, parting your legs slowly on either side of a knelt down Yoongi.

“Fuck....she's gorgeous. Sss- So fucking wet. She’s practically glistening.” Yoongi stutters. You bite your lip, lowering a hand to glide your fingers through your slit. “I’m so wet for you.” You pant, grinding against your own hand. He shudders, watching your fingers maneuver through your slick folds. He begins to stroke himself in slowly, his eyes fixed on your core. Your mouth falls open and you widen your legs to give him more of a view. “Oh, fuck Y/N! You’re so wet. Watching you is so fucking hot.” He breathes desperately. You glide a finger through your slit, collecting your juices, and rubbing soft circles on your swollen nub. All the while Yoongi continues stroking the whole of his length, focusing on his tip with quick circular motions. You both moan out loud, unable to keep your eyes off your respective roaming hands.

You begin to pick up speed, rubbing larger circles against your clit, eliciting a long low moan from your lips. “God, Y/N. Watching you is better than any porn,” He whispers, hitching his hips upwards into his clenched fist at the same pace in which your fingers move, “I love watching you. I can’t take my eyes off of you. You’re so gorgeous.” “Ah, Yoongi. I’m so close.” “Shit baby. This feels so good, so fucking good. I’m not going to last much longer either.” You lock eyes with him and soon begin rocking against your fingers. Yoongi tightens his grip around his length and you watch his expression of lust turn to desperation. “Fuck Y/N, I can’t hold it. I’m going to cum baby.” Something about him announcing his climax brings about your own climax. “Yes, cum Yoongi, cum. Cum on my belly. I’m going to cum too.” You mewl, lifting your tank to expose your belly. “Oh, fuck! Really? That so fucking….” He is unable to finish his sentence, your orgasm striking you like a ton of bricks. His eyes widen watching you bite your lip hard to keep from screaming, never having cum so hard in your life. Your back arches, looking up just as Yoongi moans out, spurts of white shooting from his tip onto your expose tummy. You gasp at the amount of fluid one person can produce but at the same you are so turned on by it.  

He soon slows his movements, leaning in to kiss you. “That was just, wow. Are you ok?” “Yeah, are you?” Yoongi chuckles at your question, kissing you again. “It was so great.” You both find yourself giggling. “Good thing your mom didn’t pop in, or we’d be dead!” “No shit!” “I made a mess. I’m sorry. Let me grab a towel and I’ll clean all this up.” Yoongi offers, kissing you again. He gets up, tucking himself away, walking towards your bathroom. You look down at your messy belly thinking of how girls in porn love the taste of cum. You swirl your finger in his seed, bringing your hand up to your nose to smell it. The scent is distinct, almost reminding you of cake batter. You drop your hand immediately when you hear Yoongi come out of the restroom with a wet washcloth. “You sure you ok?” He asks again. “Yeah, I’m good. I was just so overcome by like hormones I guess.” “That’s ok. There’s nothing wrong with that. Besides we are supposed to be here to help each other out so don’t feel weird or anything. You can always ask me to you know.” He smirks, wiggling his fingers in front of his face. You slap his arm, laughing out loud. He carefully cleans his mess from your abdomen, folding the towel up and chucking it in your laundry bin. “I think I’m going to shower actually.” You tell him. “Ok sure.” He plops back on the bed. “Wanna join me?” You offer. His eyes pop open and he leans up quickly. “Uh, seriously?” You start heading off to the restroom, turning to face him. “Well? You coming?” He leaps off the bed and runs into the bathroom after you.

[threecrowsinatrenchcoat]

Plant Your Hope With Good Seeds

Dukeceit Week Day 3: Snakes/Bugs

Remus and Janus break up. But literally everyone knows that's not what they want. Everyone, including their plants.

AO3 Link: [here]

Word Count: 4337

Warnings: n/a

@dukeceitweek <3

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Unknown Number

hey so i kno i said i wouldnt text u but rupert isnt doin good. can i bring him back? he misses u

Janus stared at the text for several minutes. Rupert was, of course, the Monstera Variegata that he and Remus had raised together all the way from propagation. It had been one of the pride and joys of their plant collection. Losing Rupert in the split had hurt almost as much as losing Remus.

...Almost. 

Janus

Is it getting enough light? Remember it needed the grow light even next to the window. 

Janus texted back against his better judgement. He and Remus were broken up. They’d agreed not to text for a while. They’d agreed to give each other space, get used to being apart. 

It sucked, though. The apartment felt empty without Remus and half their plant collection.

Unknown Number

ya i kno. but i don’t have any south facign windows here. our place is better

Unknown Number

i mean ur place

Janus sighed morosely. Well, if it was for Rupert…

Janus

Fine. Rupert can come back.

Unknown Number

yay! ill be in town this weekend. ill bring him ok?

Janus

Ok.

And then Janus promptly threw his phone across the room.

Because here’s the thing. Janus and Remus were broken up. Remus had moved eight hours away and everything. He’d been accepted into the Nuclear Engineering graduate program a state away, and they had both heard too many horror stories about long-distance relationships to brother trying. So they’d had a very civil and mutual split. Janus kept the apartment. Remus took the TV. And they’d divided their plant family between them: they each kept their favorites, and Remus had taken the hardier plants, while Janus kept the ones that were likely not to survive an interstate move.

And then… Remus left.

And Janus had not immediately wanted him back. Not at all.

(And, of course, Janus was lying to himself.)

Remus texted him Saturday morning that he was on his way, and Janus spent the first few hours of the wait stress-cleaning. He then checked on every single plant in the apartment. Watered the ones that needed it. Rotated some of the more vivacious growers so that they wouldn’t lean full-body toward their light source. Moved his small army of Sansevierias out to the apartment balcony for some extra sun.   

Then, when all that still failed to fill up the entire eight hours of waiting, he started stress-cooking. So by the time Remus texted that he’d just gotten off the highway, Janus had himself a pot of minestrone soup simmering on the stove, a tray of made-from-scratch lasagna in the oven, and was mixing up a batch of double chocolate chip cookies. 

There was no way he was going to eat all this food himself, he realized. He was so used to booking big meals like this, because Remus ate like he was three people. And lasagna was his favorite.

“Oh, Jake, what am I doing?” he groaned to the N’Joy Pothos that cascaded down the side of the refrigerator. And then his doorbell rang. 

Janus opened the door to find Remus, dancing awkwardly from foot to foot, with his face half-hidden behind the green-and-white leaves of Rupert. 

“...Hey,” Remus said, sounding sheepish. Janus’ heart clenched.

“Hi,” he said. They stood there in the doorway for a full minute before Janus stepped back and motioned for Remus to follow. Remus hesitated, but obeyed. 

“Uh… I’ll just…” Remus looked around. Janus hated how uncomfortable he looked. Until about two weeks ago, this had been Remus’ apartment, too. “Can I put him in his old spot?”

“Sure,” Janus replied with a nod. Rupert’s old spot had been in the bedroom, where the big, beautiful south-facing window let in a ton of light. He’d moved Venus de Milos, his Marble Queen Pothos, and La Hoya Jackson, the finicky Hoya Carnosa that Remus had wanted but didn’t expect to make the 8-hour drive without going into shock, to free up Rupert’s spot. Remus hesitated again, before he nodded awkwardly and wandered off to the bedroom, all three feet of plant and two gallons of soil in tow. Janus went to the oven and took out the lasagna. 

“Howl looks good,” Remus said when he came back into the kitchen. Janus glanced up from where he was laying balls of cookie dough out onto baking sheets. 

“Thank you,” he replied. Howl was their dramatic fiddle leaf fig tree, which had decided to throw a fit just before Remus left. “I switched it to a terracotta pot with peat moss and pearlite, and doubled its water intake. It seems to be tolerating it well.”

“Good.” There was a long pause. Then,” How are you?”

Janus looked back to the cookies. “I’m doing well,” he lied. “And you? Do you start class soon?”

“Next week,” Remus answered. “And, uh. Yeah, I’m doin’ good.” Another long pause. “Uh… I’ll just. Head out, I guess.”

“You could stay,” Janus blurted out. Shit. “For dinner, I mean.” He gestured to the tray of lasagna, fresh from the oven. “If you want.”

Remus gave him an uncharacteristically shy smile, then nodded slowly. He didn’t say anything, though, so Janus just gestured for him to take a seat at the table. And then he joined him, a plate of lasagna for each of them.

“So tell me, how’s living with Roman again?” Janus asked, a few bites into the meal, because he could not take the awkward silence a moment longer.

“It’s ok,” Remus answered. He shoveled another forkful of lasagna into his mouth. “This is really good, Jan.”

Janus smiled softly. “Thank you.” A pause. “Roman doesn’t mind all the plants?”

“Nah, he’s dating this guy Patton who apparently loves plants, so the apartment being full of houseplants is a huge plus to him now.”

“Good for him.” The oven timer went off, startling him slightly. He started to get up, but Remus waved him off.

“I got ‘em, you did all the cooking.”

Janus didn’t protest. Remus got up and took the cookies out of the oven. And he even moved them to a cooling rack like Janus had taught him to do. He came back to the table. 

“How’s work?”

Janus sighed. “Oh, terrible as always,” he answered. “I really must start looking for a new job.”

“Finally getting fed up?” Remus teased. Janus rolled his eyes. More seriously, Remus continued, “You deserve better, Jan. You gotta find some place that treats you right and pays you what you’re worth.”

“Thank you, Remus.”

“And hey, just sayin’, I still think you’d make an excellent stripper.”

Janus snorted at that. “I haven’t fully ruled out that particular career change.”

They fell easily back into their usual banter, lingering late into the night over a dessert of milk and cookies. It was pushing 10pm when Remus glanced at his phone and cursed softly. Janus glanced at his phone as well.

“Ah, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to keep you so late,” he said. Remus shrugged.

“Nah, it’s cool. Thanks for dinner, Jan. It was real good, as always.”

“Where are you staying?”

“Uh… well, the plan was to stay with Logan, but I guess he had some kind of family emergency, so I don’t wanna trouble him. I’ll probably see if I can find a hotel room.”

Janus’ brow furrowed at that. “Why don’t you just stay here?”

“Oh, uh. I don’t wanna trouble you. I kinda feel like I already overstayed my welcome a bit?”

“Nonsense. A hotel room will cost you at least $100 for the night, and that’s simply ridiculous,” Janus insisted. “You should just stay here.”

Remus worried at his lip, which Janus knew meant he was mulling over his options. Then, he nodded. “If it’s not a bother?”

“Of course not. You’re not a bother, Remus.”

Remus’ eyes softened, and he smiled. “Ok. Thank you. Oh… lemmie go get my overnight back outta my truck.”

When Remus came back inside, Janus had just about finished making up the couch. 

“Hey, you don’t gotta get all fancy,” Remus teased. “You know I can sleep basically anywhere.”

“This is for me,” Janus replied. He fluffed up one of the pillows a bit more. “You take the bed.”

An odd look flashed across Remus’ face. “No way, Jan. I’m good on the couch.”

“Remus, you just drove eight hours, and you’re doing it again tomorrow. I am not letting you fuck up your back.”

‘I don’t-”

“Yes you do, no matter how often you say you can sleep anywhere,” Janus scoffed. “You can’t lie to me.”

Remus’ eyes softened, and after a moment, he sighed. “Ok, Jan. But what about you?”

“I’ll be fine.”

“You hate sleeping on couches.”

“It’s only one night-”

“And don’t you work tomorrow?”

“Yes, but-”

“You’re going to be so grumpy at work without a proper night’s sleep.”

“I’m usually grumpy at work anyway,” Janus pointed out. Remus snorted.

“Ok, that’s true. But I don’t want you to be even grumpier,” he said. “Let’s just share the bed.”

Janus eyed him for a moment. This was a terrible idea. They should not do this.

“Ok,” Janus said anyway.

They got ready for bed in awkward silence, which just made Janus miss Remus’ long, rambling chatter that much more. When Janus finished in the bathroom, he found Remus sitting gingerly on what used to be his side of the bed. Janus came over and sat down on the other side.

“Hey, uh… thanks,” Remus said. “For lettin’ me stay.”

“Of course,” Janus answered. “I… I still think of you as a friend, Remus.”

At that. Remus grimaced slightly. He didn’t say anything, seeming unable to find the right words. Before he could, Janus pulled back the top blankets on the bed and laid down. After a moment, Remus did the same.

“Good night, Remus,” Janus said quietly.

“...Good night, Janus,” Remus answered. Then he reached over and shut off the light.

-

Remus played that night over and over in his head in the days after he got home, and each and every time, he was just as stumped. 

He knew, in his brain, why he and Janus had broken up. It had been the only thing that made sense at the time, when the facts were just that Remus was moving away to pursue a lifelong dream, and Janus would never ever try to stop him from doing so. So they broke up. It made sense… right? 

But… That morning, he’d woken up to Janus curled up in his arms, face smushed against Remus’ neck, and… Remus had completely forgotten why they had even broken up in the first place.

Remus was back at Roman’s apartment, now. Eight hours away in his own cold bed, arms empty of the man he loved, just staring at the ceiling. A sharp knock on his door snapped him out of his daze.

“Rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty,” Roman called. “Don’t you have class in like an hour?”

“Fuck!” Remus scrambled to get up, but succeeded only in rolling out of the bed.

“Don’t forget to lock the door when you leave,” Roman added. Clearly he was unconcerned by the loud “thump” of a body hitting the floor. 

“Yup, got it,” Remus groaned in reply. He staggered, successfully this time, to his feet. 

Getting dressed was a rushed affair of ‘grab whatever’s closest,’ and soon he emerged from the bedroom with one shoe on, the other in his hand, and his backpack slung over one shoulder. He rushed into the kitchen to grab the travel mug of coffee Janus always set out for him in the mornings. And then the realization hit: Janus didn’t live here.

Remus dropped his shoe. 

The rest of the day went about as well as it could have gone without any coffee- that is to say, terribly. He got lost trying to get to campus, then he got lost again trying to get to class. Then he got stuck in traffic on the way back to Roman’s apartment. And then, to top it all off, the grocery store had been out of his favorite chips. 

So here he was, mopey and chip-less, and fucking exhausted. He dumped his backpack and collapsed face-first onto the couch. Roman, who happened to be sitting on said couch, made a noise of protest.

“Move, I need to sulk,” Remus mumbled, though his voice was thoroughly muffled by Roman’s thigh, since that was where his face had landed. 

“What on earth do you need to sulk for?” Roman asked incredulously. He moved to shove Remus off of him, but Remus went full ragdoll, and Roman couldn’t do a damn thing. “You are a grown man, you know.”

Remus turned his head just enough to stick his tongue out at Roman. Roman stuck his tongue out back.

“I had a terrible day, I earned a good sulk.”

“Didn’t like your classes?”

“Nah, they were great.”

“Professors?”

“Great.”

“Classmates?”

“Great.”

“Then Zeus Almighty, what are you so mopey-dopey about?” Roman remanded.

Remus squirmed around so he was laying on his back, head still in Roman’s lap, to look up at his brother. “So… uh… you promise not to get all, like. I told you so and shit?” 

“You miss Janus!”

“No! I-”

“You do!” Roman crowed triumphantly. Remus rolled onto his side so he didn’t have to look at his brother’s dumb gloaty face.

“...Maybe,” he groaned. Abruptly, he clamored to his feet and started for the stairs. “I gotta go build a chair.”

“Carpentry won’t solve your relationship problems,” Roman called after him.

“I know,” Remus called back. “Wrong type of wood.” If Roman had a response to that, Remus was already out the door and didn’t have to hear it. 

Patton found him out in front of the apartment building some time later, a jigsaw in hand, and a pile of cut wooden dowels at his feet.

“Hey, kiddo, what are you up to?”

Remus looked up from where he was balancing a plank of wood precariously across a milk crate, because his work table was one of the things he’d had to leave behind at Janus’ place.

“Oh, hey. Ro-bro’s upstairs.”

Patton gave him the sort of smile teachers gave to the kid they caught eating glue for the fourth time. “That doesn’t look super safe. Do you want any help?”

Remus took in Patton’s soft blue sweater and the dad-jeans from the nicer end of his closet, as well as the reusable grocery store bag that smelled suspiciously like some kind of lovely home-cooked meal; he shook his head. “You look dressed for a date night,” he said. “I don’t wanna fuck up two relationships this week.”

Patton’s eyes, impossibly, got even bigger and softer than they normally were, which honestly was quite the feat. He walked over to the stairs but, instead of making his way up to Roman’s apartment, he plopped down on the third step, facing Remus. Remus stared, bewildered.

“Uh, what’chu doin’ there, pops?”

“Well, it just sounded like you needed to talk,” Patton replied cheerfully. “So here I am.”

Remus stared a moment longer, somehow even more bewildered than before. “Uh…”

“I know I haven’t known you very long,” Patton continued. “But something tells me you’re the type of person who busts out the power tools when you’re upset.”

“How the hell can you tell that?”

Patton glanced over his shoulder, then leaned forward slightly. “Because,” he said, voice lowered conspiratorially. “I’m like that too.”

Remus blinked. “You?”

“Yup! I replaced all the tables and chairs in my house with ones I made myself after my last breakup,” Patton giggled. “Only two of them collapsed when I sat in them, too!”

Remus glanced down at the jigsaw in his hands, and then he sighed. He set it down, and went to sit next to Patton on the steps. 

“Ok, well. Yeah, maybe I’m kinda upset.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Yeah? No? Maybe?”

“Yup, those are your three options!” Patton teased. Remus rolled his eyes.

“Ok, fine. You win, daddy-o. I’m upset because I miss my boyfriend. Or, well, my ex-boyfriend. I want him to be my boyfriend again.”

“Have you told him that?”

“Of course not,” Remus whined.

“Why not?”

“Because… I mean. It wouldn’t change anything. I still moved away. And I don’t even know if he’d want to be my boyfriend again either. Maybe he’s happier now.”

“You don’t know that,” Patton said gently. “Sure, maybe the circumstances aren’t the best right now, but if you both want it, things have a funny way of working out. But you have to talk to him.”

“I…” Remus paused. And then he sighed deeply. “I guess you’re right. Hey thanks, that did actually sorta help.”

Patton offered him a gentle smile. “Of course, Remus! Any time!”

“Hey!”

They both turned to see Roman standing at the top of the stairs, arms crossed.

“My own brother, hogging my boyfriend like this! The betrayal-”

“Relax, Ro, he’s not my type,” Remus shot back. “I prefer sarcastic little menaces.”

Patton giggled at that. He stood up and patted Remus on the shoulder. “I hope things work out,” he said. Remus smiled back.

“Yeah, I hope so too.”

Really, he just wanted Janus to be happy. Ideally with him, but if Janus was happier without him, well… so be it. 

- - -

Janus was miserable. 

“Dude, c’mon,” Virgil grumbled, immediately upon seeing the state of the apartment. “You’ve been watering your plants and filling the humidifiers, but you can’t be bothered to throw out your gross pizza boxes?” A pause. “Wait, you don’t even like pizza, what the hell.”

Janus just shrugged. After letting Virgil and Logan into the apartment, he’d gone straight back into blanket-burrito-on-the-couch mode. And really, he’d only bothered to get up and let them inside in the first place because Virgil had threatened to axe down the door- and Janus knew for a fact that Virgil owned multiple axes. 

“I believe he is engaging in what is described as ‘emotional eating,’ or using food as a coping mechanism in a time of stress and emotional turmoil,” Logan said helpfully. Virgil just huffed.

“That’s fine and all, but Jesus Christ, dude.” He gestured around the livingroom where… ok, yeah, it was a mess.

“Did you two come here just to insult me?” Janus grumbled. His face was half-mashed into a pillow, though, so who knows how much of that was actually discernible.

“We came to make sure you were still alive,” Virgil snapped, indicating that at least most of what Janus had said was discernible. “You weren’t answering any texts.”

“Yes, and you called out of work three days in a row,” Logan added. “We are concerned for you, Janus.”

“I’m perfectly fine,” Janus lied from the comfort of his depression blanket burrito. He was not particularly surprised when neither Virgil or Logan looked even remotely convinced.

“Alright, drastic measure time,” Virgil growled. He walked over to the window, and picked up the young Burgundy Rubber Tree Janus had yet to name. Janus sat bolt upright. 

“Virgil? Don’t you dare-”

Virgil walked past him and vanished down the hall. When he came back, his hands were empty, and he had a smirk on his face.

“Oh, fuck you,” Janus hissed. He dragged himself up off the couch to go rescue the poor thing, finding it stashed in the dark, windowless bathroom. When he came back to the livingroom, Virgil and Logan were sprawled across the couch.

“Ha ha, very funny.” Janus set the rubber tree back on the windowsill alongside the Snake Plant Army. “Ok, I’m up. Are you heathens happy now?”

“I take offense to that,” Logan muttered, while Virgil just crossed his arms and said, curtly, “Spill it.”

“Spill what?”

“Why are you so upset?”

“I’m not upset-”

“Falsehood,” Logan interrupted. “I have known you since high school, Janus, and I have never seen you like this before. It is highly alarming.”

“Is this about Remus?” Virgil asked.

“No,” Janus said immediately. “Of course not.”

Virgil and Logan exchanged a Look. Janus groaned.

“Fuck. Ok, fine. Maybe it is.”

“Was that so hard?” Virgil asked. 

“Yes.”

“You-”

“Janus,” Logan interrupted Virgil’s retort. “It is my understanding that emotional distress is often alleviated through, as they say, ‘talking it out.’ It is clear you are not handling the break-up as well as you initially believed-”

“Of course I’m not!” Janus snapped. He took a deep breath, and turned back to the plants on his windowsill. Kaa, the Sansevieria Moonshine Remus had gotten for Janus as an anniversary present last year, was already leaning slightly toward the window again. He rotated it, and a few of the other snake plants on the sill. And then he realized the others had been quiet for far too long. He turned to find them both watching him with sympathetic expressions. “What?”

“Keep going,” Virgil prompted. Janus sighed. He felt exhausted.

“Of course I’m not,” he said again. “Because I love Remus.”

“And?” Virgil prompted.

“...And I didn’t want us to break up,” he finished, feeling glum. Wordlessly, Virgil stood up, and approached Janus, arms out. Janus stepped into the embrace. Nobody said anything; Janus didn’t cry, but he stood there for a long time. Then, he stepped back.

“Thank you,” he said, and he meant it. Virgil gave him a small smile. Logan cocked his head, seeming confused.

“I don’t understand. You just… needed a hug?”

“Hugs are great, Logan,” Virgil replied. “You should try them sometime- hey, where are you going?”

Janus strode past them both, beelining for his bedroom to find his laptop. Over his shoulder, he answered, “To fill out some job applications.”

- - -

Remus was outside building a new bookshelf- because Patton was moving in, and Roman's teenie-tiny sad little excuse for a bookshelf, which held only Disney DVDs and no actual books, wouldn’t suffice for all of Patton’s cookbooks- when his phone rang. Which was weird, because nobody ever called him, because he never fucking answered.

“Not interested, Mr. Spam Man,” he crooned over the sound of the generic iPhone ringtone. He was learning how to do kerf bending for this bookcase, and goddamn it he wasn’t going to be distracted by-

His phone started ringing again. He swore and ripped off his gloves to silence his phone. But as he did so, he realized the number flashing across his screen was a familiar one. 

“Janus? Are you ok?” he answered the call, half panicked, because Janus hated phone calls almost as much as he did.

“Hi. Yes, everything’s fine.” Janus sounded slightly hysterical, which made Remus feel even more frantic. “Where are you?”

“I’m at Roman’s. Are you sure you’re ok-”

“Great, don’t leave. I’ll be right there.”

“What does that mean-” Remus demanded, but the line was already dead. Remus swore again. He briefly considered calling him back, because what the actual fuck was that all about, but he was only about 30 seconds into that brief consideration before a familiar car tearing through the apartment complex parking lot caught his attention. He quickly brushed as much of the sawdust off his clothes as he could because holy shit Janus had just parked right there in front of Roman’s apartment.

Remus watched, dumbfounded, as Janus scrambled out of his car- dressed in his very nice black suit and pale yellow button-up- and came running across the lawn toward where Remus was working. He had a tiny plant clutched to his chest.

“Uh, Jan, you good?” Remus asked. Janus stopped in front of him and doubled over, breathless, for a few moments. Then, he straightened up, and fixed Remus with a look of sheer determination.

“Remus. I want to get back together.”

Remus’ heart, the traitorous bastard, leaped up into his throat and blocked all his words from coming out. 

“It’s… it’s ok if you don’t want that,” Janus continued. His look of determination faltered slightly. “It’s ok. But I needed to tell you. Because I love you, so much. And I… I didn’t want you to think I didn’t, even if you don't-”

Remus found his words abruptly. “Jan, fuck! I do! I do love you. I never stopped loving you. All I want is to be with you.”

Janus’ eyes softened. “Really?”

“Really.”

“Good, because I’ve just been offered a job here.”

Remus choked. Janus was eyeing him smugly. “You. Just like that, you got a job here?”

“Just like that,” Janus grinned. “I just came from the interview. They offered me a position on the spot.”

Remus couldn't help himself any longer. He lurched forward and pulled Janus tightly into his arms.

“Hey, be careful,” Janus said, though he made absolutely no effort to get out of Remus’ embrace. “You’ll crush our new son.”

Remus pulled back just enough to look at the small plant Janus held in his hands, and only then did his brain register what it was. 

“Is! Is that-”

“Yes,” Janus replied, holding up the tiny Drosera Capensis seedling. Remus had wanted one of these for ages.

“For me?”

“Well, for us, ideally,” Janus answered, with a shy smile. “But, mostly for you, yes.”

Remus gently plucked the baby octopus plant- their new son!- from Janus’ hands, and placed it carefully on top of the milk crate that was serving as his carpentry workbench. Then, he hoisted Janus up off the ground and spun him around.

“Oh- Re-” Janus exclaimed, though he was laughing. “Put me down!”

“No!” Remus trilled. He spun Janus around once more. Then he just stood there, holding Janus, gazing up at him. Janus’ eyes grew soft. Slowly, he carded his fingers through Remus’ hair.

“Hey,” Janus said.

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

Remus set Janus down, but kept his arms still wrapped tightly around him. His heart felt warm.

“Hey.”

Janus looked up at him. “Yeah?”

“I love you, too.”