#this movie occupies a little shelf in my brain

[ash-eats-film]

Ngl I’m so happy with this

I was listening to Jack Stauber while drawing and thought the refrain on Baby Hotline fit so well with this.

✨Enjoy heathens✨

[aidansloth]

Corroded Coffin Living Together Headcanons

a/n: I thought about this so much, it has occupied my brain indefinitely. By this title I mean that they are living in the same apartment and some of them are going to work and some to college and stuff (they're in their early 20s)

the times they've forgotten that one of them is taking a shower and walked right in on them are countless

"hey Gareth, did you happen to see the red blank- OH MY GOD I'M SORRY"

"EDDIE HOW MANY TIMES DID I TELL YOU TO KNOCK"

they have their fun

movie nights are a must

before living together they had constant sleepovers (talked about this with @spookyscarydemonbabe , go check out their posts!) but now, they can have them everyday!!!

though it's not everyday because they also have jobs and stuff to do, they are very frequent

no matter if they're touring with the band or if all have their individual jobs to put them through college or even a stable job (mechanic!Eddie and History Professor!Gareth 👀), they find time to spend together

CAN YOU IMAGINE THE CONSTANT MUSIC IN THAT APARTMENT

all of them playing different metal songs from their individual rooms at full volume

or even when they hear one of the others listening to something they know, they start screaming the song with them through the door

then the other responds by singing even louder

and at that point they just burst right through the door

I'm convinced they share clothes and jewelry/accessories and I will die on that hill

"Grant, I swear to god did you steal my pirate necklace again?" "No, I borrowed your pirate necklace again."

Gareth finally teaches Eddie how to take care of his curls properly

I'm sure Gareth has a lot of knowledge on hair care and skin care routines (just self-care in general) from all those teen magazines his little sisters read with him

now he's using his knowledge for a greater good

at first when they move in they're short on money, so they start decorating it and making it more metal by crafting things (mostly DIY stuff)

stuff like, they painted an old wooden shelf they thrifted black and drew DND dice on it, or getting

if something breaks Eddie and Gareth are the ones to fix it

if it's something like a lightbulb then it's Gareth. but if the freezer broke, it's Eddie's job (appliances breaking were a frequent thing for him at the trailer so Wayne taught him everything he knew)

Jeff is the first to scream at the sight of a bug

Grant ignores Jeff's screams as Eddie tries to save the bug from being killed by Gareth

in the end the bug is safely put on the balcony for it to fly away, with a pouting Gareth and a nearly-had-a-panic-attack-over-a-bug-and-now-checking-every-corner-of-the-house Jeff

if one of them takes someone home after and they're still there the next morning, they are all very respectful

Jeff and Grant are even making everybody breakfast (Eddie can't cook for shit and Gareth can only bake)

sure it'll be a bit awkward but they're good at small talk, and if their friend liked this person they can't be all that bad can they?

I'll take a moment to say I kind of headcanon all of them as bisexual

maybe Jeff has a preference for women and Eddie for men

now, their normal mornings

if this apartment has 4 different bedrooms I'm guessing it's going to have 2 bathrooms

the whole morning is everybody shouting at everybody to get out of the bathroom because they have to get ready

since Gareth taught Eddie how to take care of his hair, he's taking hours in there

Grant is very close to smashing down the bathroom door every morning

Jeff is the best at cooking so he makes breakfast for everyone, if he's not there then Gareth's making pancakes

Eddie would probably just eat cereal out of the box, so any other thing is luxury (same honestly)

Grant is very picky about his breakfast, he needs some protein in there or he'll be without energy for the rest of the day

on that note, the coffee drinkers are Eddie and Jeff, while Grant and Gareth prefer tea

Gareth says he has enough energy from his ADHD

they all have their own slippers, all funny ones with animals and characters (yk the ones with Homer Simpson's face? yeah, like that)

they also have tons of mugs, which are a frequent gift from Wayne (yes he gives presents to all of them for their birthdays and Christmas, he's very grateful that his kid has such amazing friends)

Modern!Corroded Coffin would share a Netflix account

they SAY they watch horror movies but in reality they're watching all the kids shows, like How To Train A Dragon, My Little Pony and Pokémon

even all the Equestria Girls movies, they know all the songs by heart, especially the ones from Rainbow Rock, 'cause yk, the battle of the bands

Gareth has a crush on Astrid (don't we all)

all of them still get advent calendars (full knowing that it's a marketing scheme) and in the morning they all open theirs together

I can't even imagine them during covid quarantine, secluded in one little apartment for the four of them

they would probably have started killing each other

their couch is probably filled with food crumbs, since they often eat on it

some stains too, from spilled sodas

maybe ripped a bit, but it's theirs so it doesn't matter

Grant reminds Gareth to take his ADHD meds because he has the best memory out of the 4

they probably caught Eddie taking a dic pic for Steve☠️

they have videogame nights

because the four of them are already there, most Hellfire nights are hosted in their apartment, meaning they have to hear Steve (Dustin and the others' ride) complain about the mess all the time

pretty sure Erica's also complaining

none of them have ever bought a calendar so they never know what day it si, they just turn on the TV to know at this point

having said that, they also never find the remote

"EDDIE WHERE DID YOU OUT THE FUCKING REMOTE?" "I PUT IT RIGHT THERE ON THE SOFA." "THEN WHY IS IT IN THE FUCKING SHOWER?"

they have treasure hunts every night, they also make a game out of it

whoever finds it first gets to eat most of the microwave popcorn

I'll probably make a part 2 to this in the future, I have SO MANY IDEAS

[skzxlevanter]

stray kids when you do something attractive (without knowing)

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skz x gn!reader

fluff, slightly suggestive (?)

just scenarios ; gifs belong to their original owners

warnings: mentioning of food

BIG THANKS TO @dropsomemoneyallthisbreadsoyummy who gave me this idea <33

a/n: i’m nor quite sure about this one because my writing style just changed in the middle and i’m just???because my brain won’t function properly so i still hope that this is okay dhdhdhdh

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bang chan:

since you insisted on building up the shelf you just bought yourself earlier on your own, chan watched you fumbling with the different pieces of the shelf. he has a small smirk on his lips, quietly chuckling every time you struggle to put something together but don’t accept his help.

but when you took a deep breath, trying to get a clear view of all the pieces , which is why you put all of the loose hair strands behind your ear with a swift hand movement, carefully tucking them to the back to get a better view, chan visibly gets flustered by it.

and while you continue with putting the shelf together, chan covers his burning red ears with his hands. he didn’t know that something so simple could look so hot- and neither did you, because you were rather confused with his flustered state.

„what??? did i do anything?? are you okay??“

lee know:

you wanted to surprise minho with a nice dinner, so you started cooking a while ago and now that you’re finished, you‘re occupied with setting up the table, spreading all the dishes and plates nicely while also placing some candles on the table, putting them on and finally dimming the light to create a more comfortable atmosphere.

but what you didn’t notice is that minho came home earlier as expected, leaning against the doorframe while watching you set everything up. and even tho it is just a simple thing, he can’t help but smile at himself as he observes all of your actions closely, watching you put everything into place so it looks perfect.

once you were finished, he came up to you, hugging you tightly from behind while pressing soft kisses on your neck.

“is all of this for me?”

seo changbin:

he actually brought the idea of going to the gym together up as a joke, not thinking that you would actually agree to it, but now that you’re here with him, he really can’t complain about having a workout partner. and even tho you’re a really good accompany, motivating him even more to give his all you were also…well…very distracting.

because seeing you all sweaty and concentrated just sets something free in him he can’t explain- and he definitely blames his nature on his eyes wandering all so often over your body, a wide smirk on his face while staring extremely obviously.

“well actually, you should actually join me here more often you know”

hwang hyunjin:

it wasn’t a big deal for hyunjin when you asked to stop the movie for a second so you can change into more comfortable clothes, because that was basically happening all of the time. but when you walked out with a pair of sweats and an oversized tshirt, that definitely didn’t belong to you, his breath hitched.

his eyes scanned your body and it was more than clear to him that you’re definitely wearing his pants and the tshirt he himself was wearing earlier today. and seeing you in that form- was just really hot to him. and even tho the movie is playing again, it’s long forgotten to him because you just take up all of his attention.

“why don’t you come and sit in my lap with the pretty clothes you’re having on”

han jisung:

he finds nothing more adorable and attractive then when you fall asleep on him. it would be just another movie night, the two of you cuddled up together on the couch. you just simply sat in his lao as he had his arms rapped around you, drawing little circles with his thumb on your body from time to time while mainly concentrating on the movie.

it was only when you didn’t answer to his question if you want more snacks, he noticed that you had drifted off to sleep. your head was slightly tilted towards the ceiling, laying on his shoulder as you basically wrapped your arm around one of his arms as if it was a plushie.

and seeing you like that, being completely relaxed and comfortable in his arms just makes him go crazy because the fact that tou feel so safe around him that you can even fall asleep on him is really, like really attractive to him.

lee felix:

felix just loves you very much and what he especially loves is when you come up to him to show him random things you’re proud of or you just found. Like today, the two of you went out for a walk around the lake and seeing your smile brighten up and your eyes sparkling at the sight just was so incredible attractive to him.

you always pointed out little things to him like a especially nice looking cloud, the baby ducks and started happily rambling about them, which caused his heart to get so soft and just look at you like you’re his whole world. even when you separated paths for a moment, he can’t help but aww at you looking at everything, not stopping when you run up to him again, making him break out in giggles as his eyes hold all the love for you in a distinct sparkle.

“babe look at this pretty rock i found”

kim seungmin:

when seungmin came home, you were already in the kitchen, preparing a nice dinner for the two of you, not quite expecting him that early. and even tho he offered his help several times, you always declined, telling him that he has to rest a little when he finally has the time to do so.

but instead of laying down, he stays in the kitchen, leaning against the counter as he watches you. and even tho you were just wearing comfortable clothes with a apron tided around you, he found it incredibly hot. maybe not even because of the way you look but because of the way you concentrate in cutting the different vegetables and the smile that appears on your face when you try some of the things you cooked and it actually tastes pretty good.

“gosh you look so hot when you do all of this you know”

yang jeongin:

jeongin likes to talk a lot when he’s with you, basically an endless waterfall of words coming out of his mouth, and he just loves to discuss different topics with you while you tell different stories to each other. but what he truly loves the most is when you actually listen to him.

so when one day you got him a random item he slightly mentioned in one of his long speeches, he is more than happy about it. because the fact alone that you always listen to him so actively already means a lot to him and he just gets so lost in his words when you look at him with pure interest, eyes sparkling as he speaks and a distinct smile building on your lips.

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masterlist

[blorbosondeck]

fic rec masterlist

canon divergent/finale fix its

Anamnesis

THIS! FIC! this fic lives in my head rent FREE it is so good and it makes so much sense in the narrative that the shitty finale concocted, as to why they wouldn't mention cas or anyone else and its just. so good and they write chuck in the most villainous way that i love!!!

"Chuck is depowered, Jack is the new god, and the world is free. Dean and Sam get into the Impala and chase down the miles on an endless highway, and their story is finally, finally their own to follow. At least, that's what Dean tells himself. But the diners and motels and painted interstate lines are blurring together and the smallest details keep catching at his brain like tiny fishhooks and he can't quite shake the feeling that not everything is exactly as it should be. Fix-it/alternate series finale. Canon-compliant through the end of 15.19."

Sunset Sound: Stairway to Heaven by @adhdeancas

GOD FUCKING CHRIST this is so good and sweet and im such a sucker for team ups and reunions!!! its 3:30 am rn and i just finished it and i love it SO much it made me laugh a lot and the last few chapters i had the stupidest grin just plastered to my face

The Closer the Star, the Greater the Parallax by @rocksalts​

repressed bastard dean submits to the mortifying ordeal of being known and receives the rewards of being loved but only after some miscommunication i LOVE this i read it last night and it’s a fast favorite. my interests have overlapped and i am INTO it

“When Dean sits down to watch some bullcrap Discovery Channel episode with Cas, he doesn’t expect to actually learn anything. Except, with Cas explaining, he makes an effort to connect the dots.”

Don't We All Deserve To Be Happy?

VERY sweet and a VERY good pick me up. all around feel good fic!!! 

"Post-canon fix-it, divergent from 15x19 where Jack stays and Dean doesn't die and Cas comes back and everyone is happy. Take a shot every time I'm salty about the finale."

Keep Your Love Alive

okay. okay okay okay this may be my favorite finale fix it just because of how well reasoned it is. like this feels what should have happened i love it SO much

"Dean gets to spend eternity sharing beers with Bobby on the Roadhouse porch and riding around in his Baby with Sam. He’s at peace… or he feels like he should be. But a few things nag at him: Where is Cas, and everybody else Dean had been hoping to see in Heaven? Why does he feel like he’s stuck in a loop, reliving the same memories over and over again? And who are the strangers wearing Sam’s and Bobby’s faces?"

The GoldenRod Revisions by @aethylas​

this is one of the most well written things ive ever read. the script format DID make it feel more real and honestly? this is better writing than this show deserves. the finale that could have been ♥️

“A rewrite of Supernatural’s final two episodes, expanded into a five episode arc - in which Chuck needs to be defeated, Castiel deserves to be saved, and the characters in this story get a very different ending.“

Ascend by @wanderingcas​ 

THEE finale fix it fic!!! written by the AMAZINGLY skilled and talented @wanderingcas !!! it’s 50k of angst and hurt/comfort and pure bliss

“Something in the world is wrong.

Demon activity is rising where mysterious black substance oozes and unusual ecological events are shaking the world. Dean, grief hanging on his shoulders, restlessly searches for answers that might lead him to the Empty… and to Cas.

But what Chuck wrote can’t be undone. The narrative thread pulls Dean along, forcing him to comply. Because once a story already has an ending, it can’t be rewritten.

Or can it?”

Things Happen (They Do, And They Do, And They Do) by THEE @sobsicles

i KNOW everyone has already recommended this and likely you’ve all already read it. but it has to go here bc REPRESSIOOOOOOOOON i LOVE this so much it is one of the most perfect things i’ve read. are you bisexual? did you have a kind of weird relationship with your best friend and not realize that how you felt about them wasn’t necessarily how other people felt about them and you were maybe a little bit in love with them but were too repressed to realize it? you’ll feel seen. maybe a little too seen

Closer (isn't close enough)

are you a sweet and sappy yet horny bastard? do you like cas exploding light bulbs? you will like this.

“the one where they finally talk about what cas said before the empty took him”

You and Your Husband

it is exTRMELY sweet!!! repression dean strikes again <3

"Five times Dean corrects someone about his relationship with Cas, and one time he realizes he doesn't need to."

Tall Grass

miscommunication and a slowburn! despite being written in 2017 and finished in 2018, it feels like a fix it. ft. plant obsessed cas <3 

Invictus

a LOVELY and short (relatively) finale fix it

“They saved the world. They're free. It's done.

Except it's not, and carrying on is the last thing any of them are thinking about.

They still have someone they need to save.”

Unchained Link

post finale- it’s a great case fic and i am compelled i want more!!!

"It's after the end of things. Life continues on while Dean is "livin it up" in heaven. But it's never that simple, is it? A freak occurrence sends Dean into another time stranded back on Earth. And he thought his hunting days were over. But, no worries. His knight in shining armor comes to the rescue. Hijinks, therefore, ensue."

fun and time unspecified

Ladies and Gentlemen, This is Love Potion No. 5

very funny and sweet! miscommunication at its finest ♥️

"Cas gets drenched with a mystery potion from the ‘love spell’ shelf and... Dean has a sneaking suspicion, angel or no— the spell may have taken effect. And Cas might be in love with Sam."

The Way We Were

Y'all. It is so good its a great mix of funny and serious- extremely fun to see dean as like a base bisexual

"Dean and Castiel pose as a couple to gain access to a gated community known as 'The Glen', a pleasant if secretive location that the boys believe might be linked to several dead bodies showing up over the years bearing signs of ritualistic sacrifice. All seems well until Dean's memory is affected from an incident during a solo exploration, leaving Dean convinced that their cover story is true. Castiel is left trying to resolve their case without taking advantage of an increasingly enthusiastic Dean"

While You Were Sleeping

this is basically just the movie but replacing sandra bullock with cas. this is my comfort movie and imo, one of the most perfect rom coms. the fic isn’t finished but i still have the tab open on my phone and i will straight up go back and re read it when i need a pick me up. 

aus/rewrites

The Harvelle Gospels: Offscript

i know everyone ever ( @jewishcharliebradbury ) has recommended this fic. and for good reason go fucking read it

“The Apocalypse is averted, the angels are in Heaven, and Jo is free from the threat of possession. Somehow it couldn't be farther from a happy ending.“

absolute riots

An Ineffably Profound Bond

i honestly would have put this in the finale fix it section! look. i know. i know you've been burned by crossover fics before. but this is Thee good omens/spn fic you want. its funny as hell and immensely satisfying. im weak for everyone working together tropes and that is this

"After Chuck sets 'The End' in motion, the remaining members of TFW make a miraculous escape. Not willing to waste any time, Castiel comes up with a plan to travel to one of the other worlds to try and get help from the angels there, but after a fight with Dean, it's the hunter who gets sent into an alternate universe,with seemingly no hope of return.

When a mysterious human with a heavenly weapon shows up in Aziraphale's shop, he and Crowley learn that their world is not the only one. Now it is up to them to decide whether or not they want to join forces with the human and help him save his world or simply find a way to send him home."

Somebody Up There Likes Me by @lafilleredige

cas is hit with a spell that turns his vessel into a woman, hijinks and sexuality crises ensue etc etc sam is a supportive and bitchy little brother and its all SO fucking funny and also. horny as hell i love it i love it i LOVE it

“’Dean doesn’t want to talk about your breasts, it’s making him uncomfortable because he hasn’t acknowledged the complex fluidity of human sexuality.’“

Stray Cat Strut

a long crack fic that IS one of the funniest things i’ve ever read and i can’t explain why. it’s so ooc but its so funny that i don’t care. if you need a laugh you gotta read this

"Sam and Cas are immediately in love with the adorable kitty they find outside the bunker door, and occupy their time planning how to convince Dean--who they believe is off sulking after a botched hunt--to let them keep their cat. Along the way, Dean learns to use a litter box and hears some confessions he maybe wasn’t supposed to hear, all while realizing just how much he loves Castiel.

Now all Dean has to do is convince Cas and Sam their new pet cat is actually him before they do something crazy--like neuter him!"

canon compliant or slight canon divergence

Give

by @doublestuffedimpala post season 7 episode 7, kind of ambiguous ending but truly a cas is happy to bleed for the winchesters fic

Punch Like Bones 

short, post 5x04 homoerotic moment that i wish we’d gotten

[taperwolf]

I'm going to admit to a conflicted feeling about the discussion of whitewashing in Hollywood movies, or rather, about one particular example of it that's frequently cited.

So! 2017's Ghost in the Shell. Famously, Scarlett Johansson plays Major Makoto Kusanagi. And yes, hiring a white actor to portray a Japanese woman is bad, full stop.

But there's a little voice in the back of my head that keeps saying, "Wasn't part of the point of the manga that the Major is a full-body conversion cyborg, that nothing remains of her physical body save her brain? And wasn't it stated that her cybershell — the robot body encasing that brain — was based on a slightly dated off-the-shelf model, that it was patterned after a now-passe actress? Isn't part of the deal the Major's alienation from her original physicality, and would not occupying a body devoid of any of the physical attributes of your ancestry enhance that theme rather than detract from it?"

The rest of me comes back that while they could have leaned into that, the film doesn't appear to have actually done so, and echoes Atsuko Okatsuka's comment that it's a little sketchy that the robotics company claims to be chasing human perfection and comes up with a white lady.

So, like I said, conflicted.

[adamfoolcry]

How the Tables Turned (One-Shot)

pairings: Reader x Hendery, Lucas(mentioned)

rating: PG-13  

warnings: none just cringe inducing fluff

genre: comedy, fluff

synopsis: You are a student assistant at the library and Hendery seems to love staying in the library past open hours.

word count: 1,734

a/n: Mentioning @nctcreations in case the tags don’t work. I love Hendery he exudes so much positivity and is very thoughtful.

Everyone who is acquainted with you knows that you are good-natured and possess a calm temperament. Right now though, the way you are glaring at the back of Wong Kunhang's head makes you resemble a bull seeing red complete with steam blowing out of your nostrils. The ticking of the old clock as it counts every second passing by infuriates you as if it's its sole purpose. It is already past five in the afternoon to other high school students it isn't much of a nuisance but to you, it is life or death. You need to be out of the school premises past five and should be on the way to the cafe you work in the evenings. Being a minute late at your part-time job means that you will receive a lengthy sermon from the cafe's owner as if they will not deduct it from your salary. But here you are still at the library waiting for Wong Kunhang to go on his merry way so that you can return the book he is pretending to be reading back to its respective shelf. Honestly, you would have let this pass but it's as if he is doing this on purpose for the past seven days. Adding salt to the wound, for every single day he takes a different book bringing it to his desk leafing through the pages eyes unfocused. Making you conclude that he is not doing any reading at all but just drops by the library to spite you. Each time before he leaves he will try to approach the desk where you are situated at and as if changing his mind in a millisecond he always makes a hasty retreat, exiting rather abruptly. You have reached your threshold and decided that you are going to confront him, for whatever his game is this got to stop. You walked towards the desk where he is, standing from behind his seat. You cleared your throat to get his attention. He craned his head back to look at you.

"Ummm, hi"

He immediately stood up from his seat in a frantic manner and rise to his height to stand opposite you. The seat's leg scratched the concrete producing a screeching sound.

"Hi, my name's Kunhang you can also call me Hendery if you like." He scratched the nape of his neck sheepishly smiling.

"I know who you are it is past five and the library closes at 5:00 PM sharp and I need to be at work -"

"I can totally take you there!" Kunhang exclaimed cutting you off. His words echoing in the empty library. You were not expecting that, the heat started blossoming on the tops of your cheeks.

"Uhhhmm, I was going to say that if you can, you know tidy up before five that would be great." You replied awkwardly.

"Ohh uhmm sure sure." You can see that he was embarrassed. He picked up the book from the desk. "I am sorry, I am gonna put this book back." You watched him as he put the book on its respective shelf and exited the library leaving you bewildered. Well, at least you got that over with.

After that incident, you no longer have to deal with him as he does not visit the library anymore. But he now occupies the other half of your brain you see him from your peripheral vision wherever you go. It seems that you are hyperaware of his presence and you can't take your eyes off him. How could you not notice before that he sits a few seats away from you at classes? By the things are going you can probably write a one-page essay about him.

He likes cats, not fond obsessed is the right word. His pencil case is imprinted with cat designs. He keeps a picture of his cats in his wallet, you know because you peeked over his shoulder at the cafeteria while he is paying for his food. He always remembers to feed the school's resident stray cat every morning. You saw him one morning bending down at the bushes near the outskirts of your school petting and feeding the stray cat.

He always hides a manga behind his textbook during classes snickering quietly so that he wouldn't be caught. Strangely enough, for someone who is not trying to do his best academically, he excels in maths and sciences and actively participates in those classes.

He likes to exchange crumpled notes with Yukhei. Maybe containing a joke or two because one time the teacher caught them they were kicked out of the class and got detention for the rest of the afternoon.

You can't deny that you are fascinated with him the same Wong Kunhang that you used to curse in your mind. You might even develop a tiny crush on him. This is why you found yourself boring holes at the back of his skull with the intensity of your gaze. Looking for minuscule details to add to your Hendery's cute and quirky habits list. Yukhei caught you in action sending you a wink and a teasing smile like he knows what's going on in your mind. He leaned down and whispered it to Kunhang.

Oh god no ...

Which made Kunhang spare you his attention looking at you with his biggest signature goofy smile. You abruptly hide your face behind your textbook and pretended that you are not gaping pathetically at his back so intently. You avoided looking at his direction for the rest of the day but you can feel Kunhang's eyes following your every move making you flustered and rendering you to something akin to tomato for the rest of the day.  

You do not feel good scratch that this is the worst menstrual cramp that you have experienced in your life. Top that with the fact that your PE teacher has instructed your class to do ten laps in the field under the sweltering heat. Your peers are already ahead of you and you have long given up trying to match their pace. You stopped jogging and clutched your stomach the spasms intensifying making you double over in pain.

"Hey _______, you okay?" Kunhang kneeled at your crouched figure.

"Yeah, I am fine." As soon as you said that your abdominal muscles contracted so hard and a whimper escaped your lips.

"Let's go to the clinic you don't look so good." Kunhang reached for your forearm and slung it on his shoulders providing support to your frail figure helping you stand up. Although feeling like you might pass out any minute you can't help but observe Kunhang now that your bodies are now in close contact. His perfect side profile, tall straight nose, big doe eyes, plump pink lips, his floppy hair that frames his face, and his light perfume which smells like the sea breeze. As Kunhang led you to the clinic he started telling you about the time he collapsed due to over-exertion at one of the PE classes blaming the teacher's strenuous routine and launching on his tirade about what a pain in the ass the teacher is. You giggled finding his attempt to comfort you adorable.

"I am on my period Kunhang. The cramps are a bit on the painful side today."

"Oh ..." Hendery said embarrassed.

After dropping you off at the clinic Hendery got back to the PE class to inform the teacher about your mishap and that the nurse advised you to take the rest of the day off. You decided to rest up at the clinic and head home after the classes are over. Exiting the clinic you advanced your way to the classroom to collect your belongings when you froze on the spot upon seeing Kunhang leaning at the opposite wall to the clinic. He was carrying your bag on his shoulder. Noticing your presence he greeted you with his smile.

"I thought it'll be a hassle for you."

You can't help but smile back at him, taking your bag from him as the two of you walk towards the school gate Kunhang started bribing you to buy him ramen as payment for his good deeds.

He has this habit of looking at you but he isn't trying to hide it, in fact you think he is waiting for you to catch him because every single time you caught him redhanded he'll flash his goofy smile at you. The first few times you caught him your initial reaction was to start blushing but after the novelty of being embarrassed wears off you just shook your head smiling your eyes crinkling in mirth.

He'll always approach you and start acting cute doing silly little poses sometimes Yukhei drags him off before he starts embarrassing himself other times Yukhei will join in and start imitating Kunhang's comical poses resulting in overjoyous laughter erupting from your classmates.

He leaves you food and other trinkets on your desk. Lately after coming back from the cafeteria the ever-presence of food at your desk baffles you sometimes it contains other miscellaneous items like hair clips and ties. It was not after that your cramps manifested again that you finally knew who the culprit was for in your desk is a hot water bag. You quickly looked in the direction where you knew Kunhang was sitting, his head thrown back laughing at Yukhei's joke. As if sensing your stare he turned his face in your direction and grinned charmingly doing another of his silly poses.

It's fifteen minutes to five o clock and you need to make sure that every book is on their designated shelf and there is nothing out of its place scrutinizing the library with a sweep of your eyes you deemed that everything is in order. You grabbed your bag under the desk when the sound of the door hinges creaking got your attention. You quickly look to whoever dares to come in at the library fifteen minutes to its closing time. Surprise it was none other than Wong Kunhang. You walk up to him to stand at his opposite side, clearing your throat to get him to address you.

"Is the offer of a ride to my workplace still up?"

"Only if we go to the movies afterward."

"It's a date then."

There it is Kunhang's goofy smile. Perhaps you are too, smitten with him.

a/n: Read more of my works for NCT here:masterlist.

[staticscreenwriting]

The loneliest time of the year || Part two

Part 2 of 4

Summary: With a broken heart and the fear of having failed as a father, Frankie returns to his parents house for Christmas. What is supposed to be the most wonderful time of the year feels quite lonely. Though when an old friend shows up unexpectedly with her young son in tow, Frankie’s Christmas seems to gain a little more happiness. Can they help each other fight the ghosts of their pasts and overcome their fears ?

A/N: This is part of my 12 days of Christmas / Advent special. Likes, reblogs, comments are all much appreciated.

[additional note: I am German. Sometimes I get the tense wrong or make mistakes. I am useless when it comes to punctuation. Go easy on me, please.]

On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me: Four messed up pies

By the morning of December 9th a heavy blanket of snow rests upon the world like a tick coat of marshmallow fluff. 

A restlessness surges through Frankie as he turns from his left to his right to his back then repeats the process all over again. He kicks away the blankets then pulls them back. Sleep doesn’t come easy these days. In fact sleep hasn’t come easy in a while. It’s a price you have to pay for leading the life he leads, has led. For doing the job he did. You see things, bad things, and they stay with you. Not always but in the quiet moments they creep back into your mind and all you can do is stare and hope they fade again soon. Fill your brain with other things. Occupy your mind.

It’s moments like these that his fingers are twitching and his body is aching for release. For something to numb his mind. Help him forget. 

There aren’t a lot of things that Frankie is proud of. In fact he can count them on one hand. One of them is his ability to fly. He's a damn good pilot … most of the time. (He is when someone doesn’t force him to navigate an overloaded plane across the Andes). He’s proud of Rosie. Despite his flaws and shortcomings he managed to create something so utterly perfect, that’s something to be proud of. And the. There’s the little coin in the pocket of his jacket. The one he fumbles with whenever he’s anxious or stressed. It’s gold and smooth and it proudly displays a big number 10 in the middle of a triangle on the front of the coin.

10 months. That’s a proud achievement. 

It could be more. It should be more! He really tried but after coming home from Colombia, one man less than they went in, after his girlfriend broke up with him and took Rosie with her. After everything. He needed the psi to stop. Just for one goddamn minute. He felt immediate regret wash over him when he woke up the next morning. Called Pope. Entered a 12 step program.

10 months and he feels better. He likes himself more now. But in those 10 months the voices have gotten louder, the images clearer, his heart feels heavier. 

With sleep being so far out of reach, he kicks off the blanket and drags his body out of bed. The smell of coffee hits his nose as soon as he steps out of his room, it drifts from the kitchen all the way up the stairs. 

His parents are sitting by the kitchen counter, mom holding onto a big steaming mug of coffee while his dad is deeply invested in the morning. Paper, glasses perched low on his nose. This is home, it sends him straight back to his childhood. If only, he thinks, if only he could provide this sense of warmth and domesticity for his own child. 

A knock on the front door shakes him from his thoughts. As he swings it open, a sharp sting of cold winter air whips at him, nips at his nose, his ears and his bare feet.

“Frankie hey, oh sorry did I wake you?”

(Y/N) is once again bundled up in layers of cozy clothes, keeping her warm and sheltered from the harsh weather. She looks cute. Absolutely fucking adorable. But in that moment, he doesn’t really notice that. Doesn’t notice Leo standing behind her either. His entire attention rests on the steaming pie she holds in her hands. 

“You made a pie?”

“She made 4.” Leo speaks up, his voice dripping with irritation and annoyance. 

“Thanks for throwing me under the bus, dude!”

Frankie regards the exchange with a fond smile pulling at the corners of his lips. There’s something so distinctly familiar in the way she interacts with her son, so unapologetically her. The way she’s always been. But now grown up entirely. A mother. 

“Why did you make 4 pies?” He asks, eyebrows raised in amusement.

“Well I didn’t plan on making 4. The first one I mistook salt for sugar so you can imagine how it tasted. The second one I put way too much sugar in, might’ve been trying to compensate for my mistake with the first one but yeah that one did end up in the trash as well. The third … well I got pretty invested in an episode of unsolved mysteries and forgot it was in the oven so it turned out um — “

“Black. It was burned to a crisp.” Leo chimes up again, this time more amused than annoyed by his mother’s baking escapades.

“Yeah. It burned. But number 4 is looking pretty good.”

She looks up at Frankie with a smile so radiant it rivals the sun reflecting on the snowy ground. Pride shines in her eyes as she holds the pie towards him.

“Did you make me a pie?”

“Not exactly. It’s mostly for your folks. They agreed to watch this one while I got shopping for his Christmas presents.” (Y/N) explains, her tumb motioning towards the little boy over her shoulder. “This is a thank you to them for being literal angels. “

“Oh man you wouldn’t be saying that if you had to live with them growing up. I can’t tell you how many times dad unplugged my console while I was in the middle of a game.”

It’s a joke, of course it is. He really lucked out in the parents department and he’s not too proud or too shy to admit it. Maybe, he thinks, the good parent gene might’ve skipped a generation with him. His ex will surely agree with that statement. 

“Hey uh — you mind having some company while shopping ?”

“You wanna go shopping for toys?”

“I need to get some presents for my daughter.”

“Oh that’s right, you have a kid too. “

He doesn’t blame her for not remembering. He doesn’t strike people as the father type. And really, he hasn’t seen his little one in quite some time.doesn’t see her during the entire Christmas time. Is he really much of a father anyway?

“Sure yeah! I’d love some company.”

Maybe, Frankie thinks, this will help him drown out the voice. Those that tell him bad thoughts, whisper mean things. Maybe it will help him filter out the images. The blood. The suffering.

Frankie was never overly fond of the extreme commercialization of what should be a peaceful family holiday. But maybe this year he is,a little bit at least. Because those bright colors, the loud noises, the crowds, the ads assaulting you from every corner, that all will help drown out the dark. At least for a moment. 

“Alright lemme just get changed real quick.”

On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me: Five days a week

“What the fuck is this?”

“It’s uh … it’s a … a game?”

“A game where you have to catch a piece of … poop.”

A wave of laughter tumbles from (Y/N)’s lips as Frankie holds up the brightly colored box, proudly displaying a drawing of a smiling turd. 

“It’s so dumb. And that says a lot coming from me, I can appreciate a good fart joke. But this is …. this is just dumb. “

“ It's what the kids these days want. I guess …”

“Would you buy this for Leo?”

“Absolutely not,” (Y/N) replies before taking the box from his hand and placing it back on the shelf between several more games of a similar kind. “But he wouldn’t like it anyway. Leo likes books and animals and fantasy movies. He’s so smart sometimes I wonder where he got it from.”

“You kidding me?” Frankie exclaims, “you’re so smart and if I remember correctly, you always carried around books when you were younger.”

(Y/N) just shrugs at his words though Frankie can’t make out a faint blush of red dusting her cheeks. “Leo is such an easy kid, always has been. Sometimes I wonder if that’s really the way he is or if he just tries to be that way because of me. Because he knows that I have to do all the parenting by myself and he feels he’s responsible for helping me along.”

“Don’t be silly. You’re doing good with him. Least you know what to get him for Christmas, what he cares about, what he’s interested in.”

His heart feels so heavy. His words seem to weigh down on his tongue like a stack of bricks. To admit your own failures to yourself is one thing, to admit them to someone else is quite another story.

“What do you mean ?”

“I — I have no idea what to get for Rosie. I don’t even know when I’ll see her next. She stays with her mom 5 days a week. I only get her on the weekends and even then her mom often finds a reason not to let her stay. Special occasions? I don’t get to spend those with her. Bet she doesn’t even recognize me anymore next time. She’s just a baby …”

This can’t be happening. He’s not going to start crying in the middle of a Toys R Us like a hyperactive toddler on a temper tantrum. Not in front of a beautiful girl who has been nothing but kind to him. This can’t be happening.

(Y/N)’s hand settles on his arm with a gentle touch. Almost as if she’s afraid he’ll break any minute now. And honestly, he might.

“Tell me about Rosie. I know she means the world to you and that’s all that matters Frankie. You’re trying. You’re trying so hard and I’m sure there’s lots about her that you know that no one else does. She’s your baby too. So tell me about her and we’ll figure out what to get her.”

And so they sit down on a swing set, one that’s definitely not meant for adults to sit on and have deep discussions, and Frankie starts talking. Once he starts it’s like a cork has been popped. It pours out of him, all of his pride and admiration and love for Rosie. All that has been brewing for so long now bubbles over. 

“... and she, she loves cuddling onto my chest and just listens to me. She doesn’t understand a word but she looks at me with her big beautiful eyes and it feels like I’m telling her all the biggest secrets of the universe the way she looks at me. Sometimes I sing and she — she falls asleep immediately.”

“That’s adorable.”

“Nah I think it's because my rendition of Eric Clapton is just real bad and boring.”

Their laughter is quiet, almost as if they are afraid of breaking the spell of this moment. Sometimes you find yourself at your most vulnerable during the big moments of your life and sometimes you do in the middle of a Toys R Us, sitting on a swingest that just barely holds your weight while a plastic giraffe looks over your shoulder and Kacey Musgrave’s rendition of “I’ll be home for Christmas” plays over the same overhead speakers that have been installed there in 1983.

“I just don’t want to disappoint her.”

 He’s already disappointing himself and that hurts bad enough.

“Frankie, let me be honest with you. She’s a baby, she’s not gonna care what you get for her. This is more about you than her. Whatever you get she’s gonna like it. Babies are easy to please, gets harder the older they get. We’ll find something cute for her but um … I think you should call her.”

“She’s a baby, she doesn’t have a phone yet.”

“ Really? I had Leo on a newborn data plan the second he popped out.”

Frankie raises his eyebrow in confusion.

“I was joking you dingus. Of course you’re gonna call her mom. There’s this thing, I don’t know if you’ve heard about it, it’s called FaceTime. You can actually see ther person on the other side. “ 

“ Very funny. I know what facetime is … “ 

“ Then call them. You said it yourself, the little one doesn’t understand a word of what you’re saying but that doesn’t matter. You’re there. You’re showing interest and taking initiative. It shows you care. And I think seeing her might be good for you too, even if it’s not in person.” 

“ You know, that sounds like a pretty good plan. “ 

“ Yeah? “ she asks him, a hopeful glimmer in her eyes, in her voice, in her entire being.

“ Yeah. “ 

“ Alright! Now let’s go find some presents for the little princess. May I suggest a cellphone? “ 

This time her laughter isn’t quite. It’s loud and radiant and the way her own joke amuses herself, is so goddamn endearing to Frankie. 

“ Ah shut up. “ he replies though his voice too is dipped in amusement as he throws his arm around her shoulders and they walk down the shiny linoleum floor, past dolls and teddy bears and Star Wars action figures.

And it feels right. Like the fit together perfectly. Like puzzle pieces slotting into place. 

And that feeling is damn scary.

On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me: Six-hour flights.

The floor of (Y/N)’s living room is covered in wrapping paper. Reds and greens and silvers and golds hide what once was a nice dark cherry wood floor. There are bows and ribbons and gift tags in all shapes and sizes and colors. 

“ Looks like Santa’s workshop in here, “ Frankie exclaims as he drops down on the floor next to her. All the presents they’ve purchased, neatly lined up in front of them, ready to be wrapped. Though to be fair, Frankie is quite sure he’s not gonna do a lot of wrapping himself. Sometimes you gotta admit defeat. And he ain’t too proud to admit that he is a horrible, horrible wrapper. 

“ Yeah, I know I’m making a big fuss over things like this. Wrapping and the tree and stuff like that. I just — I don’t know it just makes me happy when I see that my actions put a smile on the faces of the people I love. “ 

“ Oh I wasn't judging. It’s sweet. “ 

For a while they stay in comfortable silence. Just them and the radio playing old Christmas songs. (Y/N)’s hands do quick work on the presents, Santa’s elves would be jealous. 

It’s the first time in a long time, that silence doesn’t make him feel uncomfortable. That it doesn’t open up the gates for the voices to grow louder and the bad images to consume his head. No, this silence feels comfortable. It’s soft and warm. It’s tinted in golds and reds. 

Maybe, he thinks, maybe seeking the company of someone who exudes joy and warmth does him good. Someone who knows him but not the bad. Never the bad. The faults, yes, the fears even, but not the blood that stains his hands or the vices he so desperately tries to fight.

“ What was the best Christmas present you ever got? “ (Y/N) speaks up as she glides a pair of scissors along the ribbon turning it into shiny curls. 

“ Millennium Falcon playset.” 

“ You and a million other little boys. “ 

“True. What can I say, I was easily pleased. What was yours ?”

(Y/N) thinks for a moment before a wistful smile settles on her face. 

“My bubblegum pink roller skates.”

“Oh, I remember those!”

And he did. Squeaky pink roller skates with 4 pastel blue wheels and glittery silver laces.

“I remember the following summer all you did was skate up and down the street.  “

“Yeeeah but that wasn’t entirely because of the skates.”

Frankie combs his hair from his face, he really needs to get it cut, and looks at her in confusion. “Huh?”

Another chuckle falls from (Y/N) ‘s lips. “I can’t believe you didn’t notice.”

“ Notice what?”

“That I had the biggest crush on you.”

Frankie is grateful for the fact that he’s not taking a sip of his drink right then, it surely would’ve ended in a spit-take. He was a nerdy kid, a nerdy teenager too. Kinda shy, a little lost. He wasn’t usually the boy that girls fancied.

“Me? You had a crush on me? “

It doesn’t make sense, not really. She was the one that was fascinating and exciting. Though he didn’t think of her that way when they were kids, he knew she was beautiful even back then. He hadn’t been interested in her romantically because she was a few years younger but that didn’t meanie didn’t realize the magic she held.

“Yes, you. You were cool, Frankie. You were older and you knew stuff about cars and planes and you could name every Star Wars spaceship and you had a skateboard. “

“I was a horrible skater.”

“Sure but it wasn’t so much about the skating as it was about the aesthetic. You were cool and you still are cool”

Frankie shrugs his shoulder nonchalantly. She thought he was cool, still does. No one ever thought he was cool. He isn’t a smooth talker like Pope and even he himself can admit that look wise he isn’t even playing in the same league as Will and Benny. But if (Y/N) thinks he’s cool that must mean something. Right ?

“You were the one traveling all over the world with your dad and you thought I was cool?”

She sets down the scissors, let’s her hands rest on her lap. There’s a sense of nervousness exuding from her now. Like the words she wants to speak are resting on the tip of her tongue and yet they are so difficult to speak.

“Maybe that was part of it too. I never had a real home. Nothing stable at least. Except for my grandparents’ house. This was home and you were, you are, forever entwined with my idea of home. Sometimes I missed this place so much that I’d sit in my room and my little brain would think of all the fun adventures we could go on if only I was old enough to hop on a 6 hour flight by myself. I’d ask grandma about you every time I called and she always told me what trouble you got into.”

“Oh no.”

“Oh yeah and that only made you more exciting in my eyes. Then she’d offer to let me speak to you but I was too chicken shit to do it. Thought you might look right through my facade and realize how into you I was.”

“I was so oblivious, I can assure you I wouldn’t have noticed.”

“Well … it’s too late now.”

“I guess so. Just — next time you fall in love with me let me know, alright.”

Her laugh rings through the room like bells, like songs, like whispers of a childhood magic long forgotten.

“That only sounds fair. It’s a deal.”

“Good, now …. would you mind wrapping my gifts for Rosie?”

“Nope, but in return would you come see Leo’s play with me next week? My dad can’t come and I think Leo would like to have some more people there that support him. And he seems to think you’re cool so …”

“Huh guess if you both think so it must be true.”

“Don’t let it get to your head.”

“Of course I’ll come. “

She smiles and it sends a weird flicker through him. Like fire, like electricity. 

“ Now let me teach you how to curl the ribbon properly.”

[otaku-without-love]

【恋与制作人】Li Zeyan ER 新兰 Date PART 4

In the second half of the movie, the aftereffect of alcohol began to spread through my brain.

Dizziness made me subconsciously want to look for a place to lean on, so I finally fell on his broad shoulder.  

Victor: '' What's up?  

Mc: '' Well, I just want to change my position. ''  

Victor seemed to look down at me, then took the beer can in my hand and shook it twice. He didn't hear a sound.  

Victor: '' I knew that some people couldn't control their mouth. ''  

I said I wanted to borrow his shoulder, but I immediately fell.  

Mc: '' Because this beer is sour and sweet, it's easy to drink too much if you're not careful. ''  

Mc: '' If it's bitter like brandy, I'm sure I could control myself. ''  

Victor sighed and slightly adjusted his sitting posture to make me more comfortable.  

Victor: '' By now, the credibility of your words has been lost ''  

Victor: '' Besides, sometimes you can't control it even if you want to. ''  

Mc: '' Huh? ''  

I pressed my head to recall that I had hardly been advised to drink at the banquets and meals we attended together in the past.  

Even if someone tries to persuade me, he will be stopped by Victor, and others often don't say anything anymore.  

Over time, even on occasions where I attended alone, I didn't have to worry too much about drinking.  

Mc: '' Because someone has been helping, my drinking capacity has been improved. '' 

Mc: '' I just don't know when I can count on you with your help? ''  

Victor: '' Anytime?  

Victor: '' I'm your shield. Use me when you need it. ''  

I was stunned. My dull brain seemed to have been slightly stabbed, and I woke up a lot in an instant.  

I stood up and stared up at Victor.  

Mc: '' You're not a shield. You're my defender.

Victor: '' What's the difference? ''  

Mc: '' Of course this is, the "defender" sounds better! ''

Mc: '' And like that, I hope that you won't leave easily.  

Victor: '' Of course I won't leave.''  

Victor answered quickly and his tone was too natural. It took me a long time to blink my eyes.  

Mc : '' Never? ''  

Victor : '' Can't trust me? ''  

Mc: '' No, I'm just a little surprised. You seem to have been very sure about it. ''  

Mc: '' Generally speaking, many things have a shelf life, just like what was said in the movie just now. ''  

Mc: '' "There will be an end for everything" and cans that don't expire don't exist ''  

"Saury will expire, meat sauce will expire, and even preservative paper will expire.  

Is "forever" really meaningful in this ever-changing world?  

I was thinking silently. Victor handed back the empty beer can to me.  

Victor: '' I just think it can be done. ''  

Victor: '' A can will expire sooner or later. ''  

Victor: '' But I can keep giving you new cans of different flavors ''  

As he spoke, he forked up all kinds of unfinished snacks and put them on my plate one by one.  

Victor: '' Unlimited supply, there is no overdue day. ''  

Victor: '' The so-called shelf life is naturally meaningless. ''  

When I looked at the heaped dishes, my heart suddenly seemed to be filled with some emotion.  

He laid down the promise as if he had only answered an ordinary question.  

But I haven't been able to recover for a long time. It's like being in the center of the sea. There are waves caused by him in all directions.  

In front of this honesty, the courage from the bottom of my heart was awakened. I put the plate aside and earnestly held Victor's face. 

Mc: '' Since Mr. CEO is honest with me, I'll tell you my 

"secret ''  

I sat up straight and kissed him on the corner of his lips.  

Mc: '' Since a long time ago..... ''  

The kisses fell on the tip of his nose and cheek and finally lingered on his eyebrows and eyes.  

Mc: ''  -Again, again and again....  ''  

Mc: '' This is what I want to give you, constantly updated "can". ''  

Towards the end of the film, the light outside the window dimmed.  

I couldn't see the look of the man in front of me. I could only feel his dry and warm fingers caressing the corners of my lips.  

Victor: '' Do you like talking when you drink too much? ''  

Mc: '' No! It's because of you... '' 

As soon as the voice fell, the car radio played the ending song, and the melodious prelude was mixed with a slight sound of falling rain.  

Suddenly, raindrops tap the window and become unstable drums in the song. The finger falling on my lips caressed my face and raised my chin slightly.  

The clear female voice sounded slow. Before I could listen to the lyrics carefully, I was occupied by the warmth on my lips.  

The most familiar breath and temperature, the most familiar softness and strength.  

Every time I feel these, my heart can't help jumping.  

Maybe my vision was too straightforward. Victor pinched my jaw and opened it close to my lip flap.  

Victor : '' Close your eyes ''  

Mc : '' But—uh! ''  

He supported the window with one hand and leaned close to me again. I had to close my legs and lean tightly against the door.  

The sudden rise of the temperature burned my already hot cheeks. I had to close my eyes and let him control my breathing.

The kiss seemed to be fierce, but it wrapped my lips and teeth carefully, cherished and gentle.  

All the confusion and anxiety were held up by this tenderness. I couldn't help reaching out and grasping his shirt, like a feeling lingering at the bottom of my heart.  

Not shy, not pure sweetness, but happiness.  

In slight dizziness, Victor loosened me slightly and stroked my cheek with his fingers along my jaw.  

Victor: '' Remember how many times you just nibbled? ''  

Mc: '' What...? '' 

Victor: '' You don't seem to remember ''  

I looked at his smile. I don't know why he suddenly asked this.  

However, before I asked the reason, his warm palm slipped behind my head and inserted into my hair.  

His hand was slightly leaned on the window by the back of my neck and made it impossible for me to avoid the next attack.  

Again, again and again.  

He didn't give me room to breathe anymore. His tongue was repeatedly connected with the feeling of crispness. The faint sweet aroma left by the fruit wine made the intoxication ferment again.  

The sound of rain and music seemed to be far away. I suddenly wanted to get drunk in his little world.  

Near the end of the finale, he finally let me go gently, and a slightly hoarse voice slipped over my ear.  

Victor : '' Four times  '' 

Mc : '' Huh? ''  

Victor: '' I remember how many times you nibbled just now. ''  

Mc: ''  Sorry....what did you just say.... ''  

Victor: '' I received your "can". This is a gift in return.  '' 

Victor: '' This time, don't forget. ''

[billiejs]

Three times the boys are blown away by pop culture and new technologies (and one time when Julie can’t resist the 90s)

Julie and the Phantoms, Julie/Luke, the timelines are not super accurate but bear with me, 1.9k 

ALEX is obsessed with the Harry Potter books 

Luke checks his phone again for the seventh time in the past ten minutes, his guitar hanging from his shoulders. 

“DUDE!” He shouts out, eyebrows furrowed. “Are you gonna join us or what? We were supposed to start rehearsing half an hour ago!” 

Alex’s head peeks from the loft: he’s laying on the pavement beside the sofa, and his eyes are barely visible from behind a battered copy of a book. 

Julie sighs. Luke looks ready to blow Alex off, but she’s pretty sure it’ll make no difference. 

“I’m sorry! I’m nearly finished with this chapter, I swear!” Alex turns a page, eyes glued to the book. 

“You said that three chapters ago!” Luke’s eyes bulge out and he turns to Julie, pointing frantically upwards. “Is he serious? Are you serious?” 

Julie opens her mouth, but she’s not sure of what to say. Alex has been like that for the past three days. 

“Hey guys,” Reggie strides in, an open bag of Doritos in one hand and an aura of complete calm around him. Julie hadn’t even noticed he’d left. “Here Luke, you look nervous. Have some of these.” 

Luke looks at Julie, then at Reggie, then he shoves his hand in the bag of chips and starts munching angrily on a handful of Doritos. 

“Hey, ‘lex!” Reggie happily calls out. “Want some Doritos?” 

“Not now, I’m reading!” 

“IT SHOULD BE, NOT NOW I’M PLAYING!” 

“Luke, calm down.” Julie pleads, “He’s about to finish the book anyway.”

“Whatcha reading, Alex?” Reggie calls out to the loft. 

“It’s those damn Harry Potter things.” Luke seethes. “It’s like he can’t stop reading, he’s obsessed! Am I the only one who remembers we have a gig in four days?”

Reggie nods sympathetically at Luke. 

“Yeah man. But that’s a really cool story, I watched the films with Carlos last week,” Reggie mimics a brain explosion. “I was mind blown. Hey Alex, which one are you reading?” 

“Half-Blood Prince.” Alex replies, “And I’m almost done so…” 

“Ohhh that’s a good one. Did you already get to the part where Dumbledore dies?” 

A stunned silence falls over the studio. 

“Oh, boy.” Julie covers her face with her hands. A heavy rumble of footsteps announces Alex’s descent from the loft: his hair is sticking in weird directions and his eyes are bloodshot. He looks at Reggie like he’s ready to murder him. 

“Dumbledore what now?” Alex hisses, stepping forward.

“Dies. Snape kills him. Were you there yet?” 

Alex points his drumstick at Reggie’s face like it’s a magic wand. 

“NO, I WAS NOT!” Alex shouts. “HOW COULD YOU, REGGIE?” 

Before either Julie or Luke can do anything to stop him, Alex throws himself at Reggie and they both roll around the floor, trying to get on top of each other. Julie slips an arm around Luke’s waist to give him a comforting squeeze.

“We’re not going to get anything done today if we let them do this.” She reminds him. Reggie is currently smacking Alex with a throw pillow and Luke observes attentively. 

“Just a little more. Alex deserved it.” 

LUKE adores School of Rock

“Your boyfriend,” Alex comes into the kitchen with his hands on his hips and glares at Julie, “Is a hypocrite.” 

Julie, on her tiptoes to reach a jar of strawberry jam on the top shelf, just stares back.

“Be a little less specific, will you?” 

“Come see for yourself.” Alex grabs her by the hand and pulls her all the way to the studio, where Luke is currently busy playing a guitar solo kneeling on the floor, hair drenched in sweat.

“NO YOU’RE NOT HARDCORE,” he shouts, “UNLESS YOU LIVE HARDCORE!” 

“Ah,” Julie stands back and enjoys the show. “Luke, have you been watching School of Rock again?” 

“No,” Luke lies, smiling like Julie’s just brought the sun back after a dark winter. “Maybe?”

Julie purses her lips, smiling. She gets why Luke identifies so much with that movie. Jack Black’s love for rock music and the whole ‘stick it to the Man’ talk are all Luke is about. 

“You got mad at me for wanting to read Harry Potter instead of playing…” Alex accuses. 

“But I am playing.” Luke protests, his fingers sliding on his guitar to play a riff that Julie’s pretty sure he’s stealing from Hendrix. 

“Not our music!” Alex protests. “And before you even think about suggesting it, no, we’re not going to dress up in school uniforms for our next gig.” 

“You would rock a skirt, though.” Reggie points out.

“I would,” Alex flips his hair out, “And knee socks too. But can we please get to practicing now?” 

“It’s just, such a good story,” Luke tells Julie in a dreamy tone later that evening, while he’s splayed out in the garden squinting at the sky. There’s way too much light pollution to see any stars though. “I mean, the guy has a dream, and not only he manages to stay true to himself despite everyone going against him, he also inspires younger kids to do the same!” 

“Yeah, I know,” Julie laughs, petting Luke’s head in her lap. “You see yourself in him.” 

“I do,” Luke grins. “But I’m much better looking.” 

Julie lightly pulls at the hair on the back of his neck. 

“And people think Reggie is the vain one…”

Luke laughs, nestling more comfortably against her touch. Ever since they’ve become human again, he can’t seem to get enough. 

“You know what I was thinking…” he begins, tentatively. 

“No.” 

“You didn’t even let me speak.” 

“I already know what you’re going to say.” 

Luke sits up, making puppy eyes at her. 

“Come on, Jules! It would be epic!” 

Julie sighs, taking Luke’s hands in hers and looking him straight into his eyes. 

“No, Luke. You’re not stage diving at our next gig.” 

REGGIE can’t get enough of Siri

“Guys, I think something is wrong with Reggie.” Julie announces nervously, twisting her hands as she walks into the living room. Alex and Luke are sprawled in front of the Tv and don’t look half as worried as she thinks they should. 

“And you’re only noticing this now?” Alex arches his eyebrows, unbothered. 

“I’m serious, guys! Come see!” 

Julie guides them upstairs to the room that’s become Reggie’s, and they all peek from the semi-closed door.

“Hey, Siri,” they hear Reggie say, “Does anyone ever ask you, like, how are you?” 

“I’m fine, thank you. Helping you makes me happy.” 

“That’s very nice, thanks Siri.” Reggie sighs happily, kicking his feet up on his bed. “You never judge me, even when I asked you what a wi-fey was.”

“I don’t know what a wi-fey is. Were you looking for Wi-Fi?”

“I was!” Reggie slaps himself in the forehead. “You get me so well. Here, play our song Stand Tall, it’s one of my favorites.”

“Now playing: Stand Tall, by Julie and the Phantoms on Spotify.”

Outside in the corridor, Julie gestures frantically towards the room. 

“See what I mean?” She whispers, “That can’t possibly be okay.” 

“Think he feels a little lonely?” Alex scratches the back of his head. 

“I mean, he’s basically using Siri as a therapist so…” 

“I think you’re overreacting,” Luke shrugs. “He’s always liked robots. Siri is basically a talking computer, Reggie digs that stuff. 

Another happy sigh from Reggie as the song ends has them all listening intently. 

“So, this is one of the new songs. Sometimes I think to the fact that I actually died and lost my whole family and it’s a bit much, you know what I mean? I would like to find my parents, I think.” 

“Here are all the results I found for ‘parents’”

“Wait, you can do that?” Reggie sits up on his bed, his mouth hanging open. “I thought you could only call the pizza guys!” 

“Calling: pizza guy.” 

“Siri, you’re a blessing!” Reggie is enraptured. “I was feeling sad and you call pizza! It’s like you can read my mind!” 

“He shouldn’t be talking to Siri when he feels sad,” Julie hisses. Alex has sort of caught onto her concerns, but Luke merely giggles.

“I bet he’s going to call the milkshake place next.” 

“Siri,” Reggie says as soon as he’s placed his pizza order, “Can we call Gordon’s Milkshack next? I have a craving for a chocolate banana shake.” 

“Called it!”

(Bonus: JULIE discovers the Spice Girls)

Luke knows that one of Julie’s favorite parts of hanging out with them is introducing new technologies and pop culture wonders for the Millennials and Gen Z experience; she does this thing where she tilts her head to the right while she watches them discover something new and has a cute little smile Luke can’t get tired of seeing. 

He’s tried to do the same for her, but it seems that she already knows everything about the early 90’s. 

Except one day, he’s walking into the studio a little earlier than usual and finds it occupied by a Julie like he’s never seen her before, flailing her arms around and shaking her hips to the beat of a sugary pop song he knows all too well. 

“If you wanna be my lover…” 

Luke slaps a hand on his mouth and hides behind the door, watching Julie belt out Scary’s rap verse in perfect time. When the song ends, he comes out of his hiding spot with a cheek-splitting grin. 

“That was amazing!” 

“Luke!” Julie’s cheeks are blazing, but Luke can’t tell if it’s embarrassment or rage. Probably both. 

“Before you say anything,” Luke holds up his hands, “I was here for only a minute, but you rocked every single second of it.”

“Yeah, I like the Spice Girls, okay?” Julie nervously twists her hair into a ponytail and refuses to look him in the eyes. “I was going through a playlist and it came up, it’s good fun!” 

“Hey, no judgment!” Luke laughs, cupping her heated cheek in his hand and pulling her forward or a quick kiss. “You’re almost seventeen now, basically an adult. You can listen to whatever you want.” 

Julie smiles against his lips and kisses him again, humming the melody of Wannabe as he does. 

“Good thing your friends love me,” Luke laughs. 

“We have the same friends, I’m not sure it counts.”

Reggie and Alex choose that very moment to barge in, as if they’d been summoned. 

“Practice time!” Reggie announces, pinching Luke’s waist and sneaking out of reach immediately. “No more love-birding here.” 

Alex reaches Julie’s laptop that’s still plugged into the sound system.

“Oh, let’s see what your love tunes are…”

“NO!” Julie’s horrified shout comes too late, because Alex is already doubled over laughing. 

Luke leaves her to shout about privacy while Say you’ll be there blasts over the speakers.

“I’ll be right back guys.” He says, stepping out of the studio. He’s got an idea and there’s no time to waste. 

Luke fishes his phone from his pocket and scans through his contact list. Reggie’s right: these touch screen thingies are pretty cool after all. 

“What do you want?” A shrill, annoyed voice comes up from the other end of the line. 

“Hello to you too, Carrie,”  Luke smiles through the phone.

“Is Julie sick? Did she find out about the surprise party? Is this why you’re calling?” Carrie’s tone sounds accusatory, and Luke just knows that there is no way he’ll ever be able to get along with her. She is the spawn of his traitor ex bandmate after all. 

“No, but that’s why I’m calling you.” He explains, “How would Dirty Candy like to become Julie’s favorite performance of the party?” 

There’s a pause. 

“I’m listening.” 

Luke grins. He’s about to win the best-boyfriend-in-the-universe award. 

“I hope you’re ready to Spice it up, Carrie.” 

_______________________________________________ Thank you for reading! I know the Spice Girls are late 90s so the boys wouldn’t really know them, but bear with me.  Feel free to drop a prompt in my askbox if you’d like! More minifics (x)

[the-fifth-marauder03]

Teasing

Notes: hola peoples. This is my second smut so it might still suck. I hope you like it, I wrote I for your pleasure. Make sure to comment your thoughts. If you want to be in the taglist message me and ask. Also my requests are open.

Warnings: 18+, its smut so theres gonna be quite a few warnings buddy. Dirty talk, teasing, rough sex, some other stuffs. IF YOU AFE NOT 18+ THEN DO NOT FUCKING READ. DO NOT GET ME BANNED.

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Y/n was hiding. 

Natasha had been hounding her for weeks after she let it slip that she had a crush on the team. She'd done everything to catch y/n off guard. Cooking with her when it was her, movie nights with endless interrogation, Natasha even questioned her in the shower. So now y/n was going to hide until Natasha dropped it. The problem was that Natasha is a spy meaning if she wants to she will find y/n and that's exactly what she did. 

"Really y/n, the roof?" She was picking at her manicure in a bored fashion.

Y/n huffed crossing her arms, "At the time I thought it was clever."

Natasha rolled her eyes at the girl, she was once a master assassin Natasha knew y/n could do better. "You're just being lazy." 

"Yeah, yeah," Her own eyes rolling in the process, " I assume you are here to interrogate me." She glances at the redhead over her shoulder." 

"Now why would I do that when I already know who it is?" 

"Oh yeah, and who is it?" Y/n took a long pull from her water bottle. 

"Bucky." It was short, simple, and factual. 

Y/n choked mid gulp, Natasha has caught her. " I'm not even going to ask how you know because it probably involves my diary and that in itself discomforting." 

Natasha laughed, "No I didn't your diary, great idea for my next mission though. Sweetie, I'm a spy, I pay attention to body language and yours around Barnes screams crush." 

Y/n looked down sheepishly, "Is it that obvious?" 

Natasha quickly reassured her, "Well not to Barnes, he's just as oblivious as you are." 

"For James to be oblivious it would have to mean he likes me back, which he doesn't." She looked over her shoulder at the ginger in time to see her retreating smile. 

"Whatever you say y/n/n," was her departing sentence. 

Y/n huffed but figured she could go inside without being harassed. It was getting late and she had to go on a mission first thing so sleep was the top priority. But y/n wanted to stay outside for just a while longer and enjoy the weather. When she did finally trudged inside, empty water bottle in hand, y/n bumped into Bucky. He grabbed her shoulders to steady her before casually leaning on the wall.

"Oh hey, Buck, what's up?"

"Just finished my walk around the compound. Was gonna come and sit with you but you were talking to Natasha," He shrugged with a smirk on his face, "Didn't want to interrupt." 

Y/n smiled at the supersoldier and nodded her head, "Well I'm headed to bed, gotta get some sleep before tomorrow." 

Bucky grinned, he would be on that mission with her. "Save me a seat next to ya, sweetheart? I don't want Sam stealing my spot next to ya." 

Y/n's head was running a mile a minute. sweetheart, that's new. HIS spot next to her. If he was like this now he would have killed her in the forties. "Wouldn't dream of letting bird-brain steal your spot, James." She laughed nervously, sidestepping him, "I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" 

Bucky kept his charming grin on his face as she started to walk away, "See you tomorrow doll." 

Y/n had never felt the need to escape to her room so strongly in her life. She needed to calm down before this mission or she would explode. So as many girls do when frustrated she took a long hot shower and went to bed.

The next morning

Y/n woke up with a start, looking around trying to remember where she was. As she connected that she was in her room she looked at her clock, she had twenty minutes to get up and ready. She sprinted around her room collecting her things. Her small duffle rested packed at the end of her bed. It was filled with a change of clothes and so wipes to clean herself up, the mission was only one day so they didn't need much. She slipped into her tight catsuit and zipped it up before doing her hair. Y/n did a simple braid to keep her hair out her eyes in case anything went drastically wrong and then sprinted down to the quinjet launchpad. 

When she arrived she noticed the rest of her was already there and waiting. Steve was in the piolet seat next to clint, Sam was putting everyone's thing on the jet, and Bucky and Natasha were talking, suspiciously, as y/n drew closer. After handing her bag and staff to Sam she climbed the ramp and took notice that the spot Natasha had previously been occupying was now empty and being invitingly offered by Bucky. When she sat down he spoke up. 

"Doll, I thought we agreed you were going to save me a seat, not the other way around." He was smiling charmingly at her as he spoke cause a blush to rise to her cheeks. 

"I woke up late, so I didn't have time." She looked down sheepishly. 

He chuckled at her shyness, "It's okay doll, I got here early anyway. Plus I'm sitting next to pretty dame so I'm not too mad." 

Y/n looked up at him surprised, "You think I'm pretty?" Sure she had received compliments before but Bucky's felt genuine and natural. 

"Sure I do doll." He was fully grinning at her. 

"Thank you, James." She returned his smiles before looking out the window, watching the land get smaller as they ascended. 

For a long time, everything was quiet, Natasha reading a book, Sam was messing with redwing, and Steve and Clint were quietly talking about Clint's family. Y/n's suit was starting to irritate her, her chest felt suffocated, her thighs were being constricted, and with Bucky sitting next to her in his gear y/n thoughts were running wild. As her thoughts got dirtier and dirtier y/n started to fidget while still looking out the window. 

Bucky leaned into her enough for her to feel him pressing into her back, "Sweatheart, whats got you fidgeting like that? You're never nervous for a fight." 

"My suits annoying me, the leather is uncomfortable." SHe whined.

"It might be uncomfortable but it makes your body look irresistible." He punctuated his sentence by leaning forward more and lightly nipping just above the neck of her suit. Then he sat back and looked like happened, and y/n contained the whimper that bubbled her throat. Before she could reply called that they would be landing in ten and to start suiting up. Y/n stood went to the weapons rack to retrieve her guns. Once she had the first four in the holsters on either thigh and hip she looked for her favourite one. Much to her disadvantage, it was on the top shelf. As she reached up to grab it she felt a warm hard chest on her back and saw Bucky's metal hand grab the weapon for her. She turned to face him once he stepped back, he handed her the gun then spoke while leaning into her. 

"Careful doll, seeing you stretched out like that might give a man bad thoughts." His voice was calm, measure, dangerous.

Y/n bit her lip "Oh really James, and what kind of thoughts would those be?" 

Bucky growled but Steve yelled for everyone to move out before he could reply. As she walked past him y/n could have sworn she felt his hand slide up the back of her thigh. 

Not five minutes after leaving the quinjet had the fighting begun. Steve and Natasha were fighting their way to the intel room of the compound retrieve what they came for. Clint was doing what he does best from the roof, dropping enemies like flies. True to his name, Sam was picking people off like a bird of prey and dropping them from high altitudes. Bucky and y/n were fighting back to back, shooting when they could and fighting when they had to. 

One of the men knocked the gun out of y/n's hand and lounged for her. Bucky turned just in time to witness her wrapping her thighs around the man's head and using his leverage to take him down. As she raised her self and took a pistol out of the holster on her hip, he couldn't help the cheeky remark that came from him. 

"Now that was a pretty sight. You gonna do that to me when we get home sugar?" He smirked as she hesitated then regained her composure. 

"Only if you ask nicely." It's flirty and Bucky feels his cock stir in his pants.

"Promise?" He quirks a brow 

Her attention is drawn from him before she can answer as another soldier charges her. After she takes him down she sees Natasha's red hair whipping toward the jet with Steve, Clint, and Sam racing behind her waving to the pair. Y/n grabs Bucky's hand and they take off in a dead sprint. 

"Come on James, our ride is ready to go."

They climbed the ramp as the doors closed and plopped into seats. Steve turned when everyone settled, "Get some rest we're debriefing as soon as we get home." 

Sam stretched out on the floor as Natasha laid her head on Clint's lap as he reclined easily in his seat. Y/n glanced at Bucky to find him already looking at her. 

"Bucky can I lean on you? If not that's fine." She asked nervously. 

"Yeah doll, go ahead I don't mind at all," Bucky smiled easily and offered his arm. Y/n smiled back and wrapped her arms around Bucky' s

before resting her head on his shoulder. When she got comfortable she sighed contently and Bucky rested his head on top of hers before they both dosed. 

Y/n woke up with something hard and heavy enclosed around her, as she looked down she recognised Bucky's metal arm. She looked at Natasha to find her already warmly smiling at her, "We're almost back at the compound, you should wake him up soon." She nodded her head towards and when y/n turned to look at him she discovered him sleeping soundly. A brief thought crossed her mind before she decided against it. do I have t? He looks so peaceful and pretty. Gently y/n shook Bucky awake, as he came to he looked at her with a dopy little smile before she told him they were home. 

It seemed Bucky had woken up more on the short walk the briefing room because he made sure sit directly next to y/n. As Ross droned on about the importance of the mission y/n felt Bucky lean over to her and whisper, "So does the offer of you wrapping your thighs around my head still stand?" 

Y/n rolled her eyes but decided to play along just to see what James wanted, "I told you if you asked me nicely." 

"Okay doll," He smiled sweetly, "then can I pretty please have you wrap those gorgeous thighs around my head so I can tongue fuck you?" Y/n clenched her thighs and Bucky took notice of her reaction continuing to speak lowly in her ear. " I wish I could bend you over this table and fuck you right now but alas we have behave." 

Y/n whimper and cleared her throat before responding, "James if you aren't serious then you need to stop right now." 

"Oh sweetheart I'm dead serious and I fully intend on showing you when this meeting is over." He growled. 

Y/n nodded her head but didn't reply and Bucky said nothing more. Ross continued to bore them for another two hours before he gave then permission to leave. As everyone stood to exit the room Bucky placed his hand on y/n thigh for her to remain seated. After the last person filed out, he looked at her kindly, "Before I touch you, are you one hundred per cent certain that you want to do this? I'm not going to force you to do anything." 

"Yes I'm sure James, I've liked you for a while and I want to do this with you." And just like that his whole demeanour changed, the sincerity was still there but it was overlapped with desire. 

"Your room or mine?" It was a low growl, The man hadn't even touched her yet and she was already shaking. 

"Yours" It was breathy and desperate. They both stood and Bucky didn't even give her a chance to take a step before he was haling her over his shoulder and walking out of the room. Natasha was standing there as they exited the room, "Finally shot your shot, Barnes?" 

"No Nat I'm just practising my fireman carry" Came his snarky remark as he started to walk away. 

Natasha laughed and said, "Have fun." 

Y/n looked up from where she was looking at Bucky's backside, "I already am, I have the perfect view of his ass." 

Natasha burst into giggles as they turned the corner towards his room and Bucky smacked y/n's ass in return. 

Due to Bucky's long strides, the pair reached his room quickly. When they reached the door Bucky set her down and stared at her for a moment before kissing her. The kiss in itself was sweet but was not what you'd expect from a first kiss, it had a heat that made y/n lose her breath. Continuing to kiss her he placed his palm on the scanner, he walked her backwards through the door when it opened. As soon as the door closed he had her catsuit unzipped and was sliding her shirt over her head while she grabs at his. 

"Do you wanted me?" He licked at her lips. 

"Yes." She whimpered.

"Do you want me to touch you?" He growled.

"Yes James, please just touch me." She was begging and he liked that. 

"Okay baby, I'll touch you." With that, he released her completely going to lay on his back on the bed. She whined pathetically and shuffled around a bit before he spoke again, "You promised me you would wrap your thighs around my face and I intend to collect that right now." 

A needy whine left her lips and she made her way to the bed and stripped off the rest of her clothing and got onto the bed. Bucky must have felt she wasn't moving fast enough so he grabbed her by her hips and placed her on his waiting face. His tongue was magical. He traced around her lips to collect with juices that had already flowed from her. Suddenly he licked a broad stripe across the entirety of her. He nipped at her clit lightly before soothing with his tongue. He had barely started and y/n was already falling apart. He thrust his tongue as far as it would go inside her as curled it was if he were eating icecream. The more he did it the more y/n shook. he seemed to be a man starved because he was making almost as much noise as her. 

"James, I'm gonna come." Bucky pulled his tongue and traced his name across her clit as a final push. She came violently. No one had taken the time to make her cum the way Bucky did and it took her a minute to recover before climbing off of him. 

He wiped his chin with the back of his hand and let out a little breath. He had a goofy smile on his face when he spoke, "I've wanted to do that for so long."

"We aren't done yet." Was her breathy response. 

"Oh, I know. I just have thought about doing specifically that since Tony designed your new catsuit." He had rolled over and was kissing up and down her neck leaving marks her and there. 

"James, I need you." She wanted him no if, and, or buts about it. 

"Before we do this I need to know what this is. Is it a one and done or is it more?" He sounded uncertain now.

Y/n grabbed his face and made him look at her, "James this could never be a one and done thing, but I swear to god if you don't get naked and inside me, I will take care of myself. " 

He scurried off the bed and stripped out of his remaining clothing in record time. When he looked up at her again his pupils were wider than ever. "Babydoll can you do me a favour and get on your hands and knees for me." 

Y/n rolled and raised herself, basically presenting herself to him. "Such a good girl baby, and look at how pretty this pussy is. I bet it'll feel nice and tight around me, squeezin me, if it'll even let me in." He climbed back on the bed and positioned himself behind her.

 "You gonna let me in pretty girl?" The tip of his cock brushed against her as he waited for her reply. 

She bowed her head and spread her legs more, "Yes sir" 

Bucky entered her in one swift motion and set an easy pace. He was right she did feel good, downright heavenly. She was squeezing around him so tight he thought he was going to burst. Y/n could only let out incoherent cries as he filled her so nicely. The tip of his cock was brushing her g-spot repetitively but his pace was to slow. 

"James go faster." she needed him to pick up the pace. He'd already been teasing her all day.

"Beg me, beg me to take you like a good little girl. beg me to make you mine." His voice was deeper than ever. 

"Good god please James, please go faster. I'll be a good girl, please baby. Please, please, please stop teasing."  She was getting desperate and she knew at this pace she wouldn't. Bucky obliged and started to slam into her brutally. His pace moved her up with every thrust but she was pushing back against him to meet them. 

"Are you gonna cum for me, baby? I can feel you squeezin me. Are you gonna come on my cock like a good girl? Huh? You gonna be my good girl?" He was getting sloppy which meant he was close, his moans matching y/n's. With a final thrust, y/n was sent spiralling over the edge. 

Bucky growled as he came "Mine" and "Y/n" filled the room as he slowly came down. He rolled and landed next to her and felt her fingers intertwine with his as they cooled off. After sometime y/n spoke "That was... Wow." 

Bucky turned over and wrapped his arm around her, "I agree. I'm really glad I get to do this now." He grinned at her 

She smiled back before snuggling closer to him. "Yeah me too."

Bucky rested his head on hers and they went to sleep. 

@prettybabyboyjay

[cutegirlmayra]

May I request cute Tails and Amy friendship? You can choose which version just them being cute friends? Maybe they defend each other when someone tries to mess with them? Love your writing

Watch 18:19 of Pajama Blogs - Prompt Requests - Ep 1 for juicy first thoughts on this prompts! (I may divert away from it, but we’ll see :3c)

Thank you so much! I try hard to stay pumped with energy so that I can give you all reading material during these trying times, lol. So let’s hope and press our hands together in a prayer that I’ll entertain, satisfy, and bring joyful feels to everyone through my prompts and fanfiction updates :Db

Prompt:

“Still working on that observatory, eh, Tails?”

As Tails was about to hammer in on his half-finished ‘dome-effect’ he wanted for his upper-level room, he blinked a moment at the familiar voice and excitedly looked down.

“Amy!”

“The one and only.” She winked, grinning widely.

He had managed to get half the curve of the wall done, a dark, steel grey for it’s base color as it held a half-finished walled hole where the large glass would be for viewing the stars. He would insert a self-made telescope between there, and design a way to bring the view as though a holographic light performance right into his ‘black room’ when he wanted to personally ‘sit among the stars’.

“Permission to come aboard, captain?” Amy joked, placing a hand on the ladder and saluting him.

Tails’s twin namesakes wagged in joy, smiling and closing his eyes as he nodded, “Permission always granted! B-but be careful of the rickety-”

“Ah!” the ladder seemed to tilt as a piece of metal began to bend.

“Amy!” he was about to fly down but she summoned her hammer, wedging it into the place where the metal was bending.

“Phew~” she sighed out in relief, having some sweat trickle down the side of her face before climbing up again.

She removed her hammer and used it to place the metal back into the proper alignment again. “You might have given me permission, but did you consult your ship on that decision?”

The two laughed.

“Sorry about that. Everything is still a work in progress, and honestly, it’s kinda revolutionary if this actually works.” Tails scratched behind his head, then explained how new this technology and optical illusion trick really was.

“Yeah,... kinda amazing, Tails.” Amy admired the work already done to give Tails a space to mediate and enjoy the nature of wonderful night sky above him. “I remember when I first met you, that the dark used to be such a scary thing for ya.” She kid, looking to him kindly but nudging him with a tease.

He blushed slightly, looking away, “Well... then you and Sonic showed me how beautiful it was! A-an-and besides that, I’m too old for a night light.” he tried to seem so mature... but that pout made it obvious he just didn’t want to be looked down upon.

“Right. So a big sky-show isn’t the same thing?” She looked over to see he had already marked a place with some cushions, a reading-outlet to the side of the wall imbedded in with a shelf for the books, and a big fuzzy blanket. The tape read: Second Bed.

It all made her smile, “What a lovely little R&R space...” she lowered her eyes, wondering if he still got lonely like she did... and this was his way of coping.

He lived far away from the city, and although Amy lived down a winding road, she would visit the city often enough for groceries and other fun shopping sprees.

What did boys do to occupy their time?

“Heh, I wouldn’t say a 3D projected model of a precisely positioned magnifying glass and hyperized telescope make for a sky-light.” he tried to defend himself, and it was rather cute to Amy.

“Well, I bet Sonic’ll love to bunk here more often.”

The tone suddenly shifted as Amy and Tails both looked down, away from the other.

“Have you... heard from him lately?” Amy asked, almost worried that she already knew the answer to that question.

“No.” Tails sighed out, before dramatically leaning back and letting his head fall back on his shoulders, “Not since Eggman last showed up.”

“Yeah... he’s been rushing off more and more lately on some daring-dos that apparently don’t require any of us to come along...”

There was a quiet somberness...

“Yeahhhh...” Tails once again leaned properly back in place and dipped his head, scratching it softly...

He seemed friend-sick... and as Amy observed him more, he even looked starved for conversation.

“Hmph!” She puffed up the side of her cheek, “Well, we’ll have to give him the ol’silent treatment when he gets back this time too! Serve him right for all those times he’s left us behind on all the fun!” Amy rambled off, but Tails perked up a bit, looking over to her with a slight turn of his lowered head.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah! Just you wait! He’ll come back ready to tell us all his cool stunts on his new latest adventure, and we’ll be just chatting it up about your awesome star project!” She posed with her arm out and her hand upon her muscle, as though Rosy the Riveter. “That means we should wrap this little project of love up and really see what it’s made of!”

“Y-you mean it?” Tails looked thrilled by her offer. “I-I mean, if it’s not too much trouble... I could use your hammer for a few things.” He looked down at the metal that had bent out of place. “You’re strong arm means I could patch the rest of this in one hammer hit! It’ll remain sturdy if you’re strength! Ah...! Sorry!” he looked back over and saw Amy frowning embarrassedly, pushing her fingers together. He wagged his arms out to the side of her, apologetically. “I forgot... how you sometimes take the praise for your strength a little...” he felt awkward now, seeing her begin her usual spiel.

“But I’m... elegant... A-and lady-like when I do it... right?” She looked over to him as though pleading for his approval.

“O-O-of course, you are! I-I even remember Sonic saying something about it! Your hammer is super cute and only adds to your-! Uhh... c-charms!” Tails bundled his fists up and started shaking them profusely around, not sure how to convince her a ‘giant hammer’ was somehow ‘girlish’ but he did his best. “And besides, I don’t care what anyone else says, Amy! You’re super useful thanks to your strength! Just like I am with my brains.”

He was so determined to succeed in cheering her up that Amy couldn’t bear to disappoint him.

She took in a deep breath and got over herself, straightening up. “Yeah... well, I have to be strong, to look after and protect you and the others.” She ruffled up his hair and he laughed lightly, slightly moving away from her touch as a brother would to his older sister.

“I’m sorry that you’re sensitive to that.” He admitted, “You really are super cool when you hit a robot miles away!”

She flinched.

“I-I-I meant that in a good way!” he shook his hands out again, “Honest!”

Amy just laughed, “I can cook too, you know. Why don’t we finish building this thing and then I’ll make us something good to eat. We can turn it off with some smores and maybe crackers or something too later tonight!” Amy’s usual optimism was restored and Tails immediately caught on to it’s wave.

“Woah! You mean it! T-that could take all day...” His ears lowered just slightly.

“Pfft!” Amy turned with a proud look upon her face, placing one hand to her hip as she sat off the edge with him and then slammed her hand to the top of his head again, making him flatten slightly as he was sitting slightly on his knees. He looked uncomfortable, like her force had made him do an unwilling ‘split’ sort of with his knees being parted and he looked as though in strained pain. “Think nothing of it, Tails! As you said before, my hammer strikes are good on one blow! We’ll have this done in no time, so..? Can I stay the night?”

He continued to flinch and twitch in the pain, “S-sur-sure, I-I-I don’t mind... mmm...” he had a small tear forming at the right of his eye.

A few hours passed as the two worked hard, and finally, the dome was done and the telescope he had already completed for the room was successfully moved up to the upper-room... with a lot of back-strain and power from the two working together. Tails had to really test his twin-propelling tails’s weight limit on how fast they could twirl to lift something, and Amy’s powerful arms and back were put to their ultimate test as well!

But somehow, the two worked great together, though bickered and taunted the other at times...

“You can fly higher than that, Tails!”, “D-don’t act like I’m the only one lifting my weight here!”, “AH! What is that supposed to mean!? I’m as light as a feather! And this is... nothing... compared... to what I can lift!”, “Then push harder!”, “You fly harder!”, They both ‘ggrr’d and finally got the massive telescope up that ladder...

When everything was set up, Amy put on a movie for Tails to rest and started cooking up some dinner. She wanted to leave room for the late-night snacks, and coming back in, noticed Tails wasn’t watching the television.

“Huh?” She looked up the ladder to the room and smiled, seeing the computer light on as he must have been programming the telescope and other functions. “He works so hard... he must be excited to show it off to Sonic.” she felt a slight bit of envy. She sighed, “Not like girls and guys can have that strong of a bond... botherhood and sisterhoods are really exclusive, huh?” she frowned, not liking the idea that she could never be as close to Sonic or Tails as the other was with them.

She called down Tails though, and they had a nice dinner together, complimenting their success as Tails hoped it would all work, but Amy told him not to worry.

“You’re incredibly good at designing these technological masterpieces, Tails.” Amy scolded him for about to open his mouth to answer with food in it, and seeing her hand raised and her eyes closed while one opened slightly, he chewed and swallowed before continuing.

“W-well, that doesn’t mean that their isn’t going to be some error on my part involved...”

“I’m sure Sonic will love it. I know I’m excited to see it.” She picked up his finished plate, going to wash them and as she removed her apron...

“Sonic? I was building this for us to view it together, tonight.”

Her face shot up, touched.

Her heart seemed to rise up as though being elevated to a status it thought unattainable.

“R-really?” She always had felt a distance between the boys, and found it just seemed easier and less forced when interacting with Cream... but Cream was still so young too. She loved picking flowers! Don’t get her wrong! She had just gotten really, really good at making flower crowns for so... long...

She placed her apron that she had borrowed from him down, planning to wash it if needs be as well, but turned back to Tails.

He didn’t seem to notice how much that meant to her, already wiping his hands on his white fluff like he would if he was greased up in oil or gunk stains from working on his pet-projects like the X-Tornado and this Observatory. She puffed up her cheek, “I still need to teach you proper manners, huh?” she whispered under her breath, but smiled and touched her heart.

He was already racing up the ladder, and she immediately went into mother mode.

“Ah! Tails! D-don’t move so fast after eating!” she reached a hand up but he called down to her.

“Bring up the treats! I think it’s loaded all the settings in by now! ... Yeah! Yeah it has!”

His excited voice sprang her into an excitement, “W-well, hold on! I’m coming!” It was like he just called out that the fireworks were gonna start...

She rushed through the cleaning and threw the plates into the dishwater, a little rougher than she usually would like to and washed herself up before charging up the ladder. “Don’t let it start without me!”

“Hurry!” Tails called, and she immediately started to leap passed rings on the ladder to just reach out and jump pass a few steps.

“I’m here!” her quills looked a mess as she clung to the edge of the room, Tails rushing over and helping her up as she huffed and puffed in her strain to get there in time.

“Haha, and you tell me not to rush.” He teased her back.

“Hmph.” she blew up her bottom bang of the three quills on her forehead and then smiled to him, cheekily, “If I get stomach cramps, I’m blaming you!”

“Over here!” He laughed a moment at her response but was too excited to show her what he had set up.

“Ah... Tails...” Amy felt so important and loved then, seeing he had taken the large fuzzy blanket and got in it, opening a space for her to join him.

“S-sorry, is this too... um... close?” He squinted an eye, lowering his arm that was gesturing for her to intimately cuddle up within it and watch the show together.

She shook her head, holding back tears and hoping to not confuse him. “Absolutely! I-I mean, it’s perfect! Don’t change a thing!” she crawled down and got into the blanket, taking the other side as she felt Tails bouncing in his seat.

“Okay, good. Three... two... one... Ehem,” he cleared his throat, like a child about to press ‘liftoff’ on a rocket. “Computer! Activate Spatial Definity Mock 5 Advanced Overhead Project 3.2.7.”

Amy blinked her eyes rapidly at such a long line...

“What? You couldn’t have called it, Sky-light?” she teased again, “For nightlight?”

“Quit it...” He nudged her lightly, embarrassed she kept teasing him on that one. “It sounds cooler this way... and it reminds me how long it took to set up the program and make it run right. I haven’t tested this final version yet, so SDM5AOP 3.2.7 is a perfect name for-!”

“O-okay, as long as it makes sense to you.” she decided not to question it.

The whirling of a computer was heard and the two waited anxiously for the results...

“It has to take a second to go through all it’s processing. Lots of... kinda like doors to hurdle through and collect data for.” He explained.

“...Do you... wish Sonic were here instead of me?” she looked away from him for a moment. “I mean... not that you would have a preference b-b-but...” she thought this was a bad, killing the mood he had tried to set up and wish she didn’t say anything. “Nevermind.”

“No, I think you’ll appreciate it more than he will.”

She felt that ranking skyrocket again, as though her tiny significance in life was suddenly bumped up again to a higher sphere of importance in this little fox boy’s life.

“W-... What makes you say that?” she was trying so hard to hide the sparkles in her eyes, but her quivering voice gave away how happy she was to hear that. No, not happy, overjoyed to know she was considered such a special friend to him.

“You actually helped me complete it!” He spread his arms out as the first little light formed in the blackened room.

“Ah!” Amy saw it first, marveling as it faded and then grew brighter and brighter to show the actual dimensions of the star that was currently in the sky, or at least, the radiance of it.

She marveled as he continued to talk, not noticing multiple other little constellations starting to form over his literal head and scattered all throughout the room. Accurate and pronounced, their distance was a miniature diorama of the actual space of the universe...

“I knew you’d want to see it... I’m sure he would too, but Sonic would rather be in the stars then just viewing them... though he does all the time. Heh, I guess you’ll be able to brag about how you were the first to see it! I-if it works or not... It’s still a longshot, s-so... don’t get your hopes up too hig-”

His face was yanked towards the direction of the star, then Amy started shaking his arm. “Ah-AH-AHHHH!!!” she freaked out as a very distinct cosmic entity was defined in the space.

“AH-! AHHH!! IT ACTUALLY WORKS!” Tails flipped out as they both cried out-

“EARTH!”

Then, one after another...

 “The Milky Way!”, “It’s the galaxy from Chris’s world... and look! Here’s our constellations!”, “Ohhh! It’s our solar system! Ahhh! It’s so bright!”

“...Do you think Cosmos seeds found good land to grow on?”

The two suddenly stopped gawking...

Amy couldn’t even look to him, and him the same.

Instead, she scooted closer to him in the blanket, felt his tails solemnly wrap around her for support and comfort, and placed her arm to his opposite shoulder to pull him into the gap of her neck.

He laid his head on her shoulder, tearing up.

“Is... is that why you made all of this?” Amy’s heart tugged on her vocal chords, making them choke slightly.

“...Yeah.” he admitted. “If this was Sonic, I don’t think he’d be willing to talk about it... not like you.” he looked down a moment.

“No, don’t look down.” Amy’s voice plucked up an octave. “Look at your amazing work, Tails. Look at how vast... how beautiful the universe is... I’m sure you’ll see evidence of Cosmo’s seed blooming all over the place. You know why?”

She ducked her gaze down slightly, moving her head to make sure she didn’t obstruct his view.

He smiled lightly through his tears.

“Because life never quits, that’s why!” She pulled him into a half-hug and continued to snuggle up in the blanket. “Hehe, because Cosmo would want you to look at these stars and know that she’s everywhere. Smiling just as brightly as any of these ol’stars and wishing you the best forever!”

She felt his shoulders bounce a little...

She knew Sonic would have done an alright job if he were here too, but...

She was so glad...

Holding him and tucking him in better into the blanket...

That she was the one he shared this whole project with.

That she was the one... who could dry his tears tonight.

-Author: And now I cry, wow, hands slapped together in a prayer really did wonders for myself in this prompt, how about you? lolol To those of you who actually did the gesture and wished me the best, this one’s for you.

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Mile High (m) │ knj

➤ pairing│Namjoon x female reader ➤ summary│You’re a nervous flyer, but your boyfriend seems to find a way to help distract you from the fact that you are 35.000 feet in the air.  ➤ rating│NC-17, mature, 18+ ➤ genre│smut, fluff, boyfriend au, idol au ➤ warnings│protected sex, bathroom sex on a private jet, a tiny bit of dirty talk, slight mentions of anxiety (nothing major i promise! - mainly the fear of flying), semi public sex, joining the mile high club ➤ word count│5.3k│semi edited ➤ release date│January 3rd 2020 ➤ disclaimer│This is all fiction! Nothing mentioned/written are facts and/or real! So please just keep that in mind when reading and enjoy! Thank you ♡

⇥ Masterlist

A small but audible ding sounds throughout the cabin, indicating that it is okay for everyone to unbuckle their safety belts. Everyone around you does just that. The various clicking noises from the buckles flying through the air.

You make no move to undo yours.

The person beside you stirs, turning his body towards you. “It’s safe to unbuckle now,” Namjoon tells you quietly. His voice soothing to the nerves cursing through your body. “Are you still feeling nervous?” He goes on to ask you.

You nod. You face turning to him and being met with the gentlest of smiles. “That’s understandable. It’s your first time in a private jet… it’s smaller than a normal plane so its normal to be nervous.”

Nervous is a bit of an understatement. You are a nervous flyer in general. Every time you have to get on a plane your entire body stiffens, your toes and fingers begin to tingle and your breathing becomes erratic. More often than not, you need a person with you to help you calm down or else you are sure to have a panic attack.

And the fact that your boyfriend has just dragged you on to a small private jet just doubles all of those feelings. It would have been fine if it was just you and Namjoon traveling alone, but it’s not. You are joined by the rest of the group, and you don’t want to cause any trouble for them or be a burden by showing your anxiety about flying. You know your anxiety is “mild” compared to what some people experience and go through, so you did the best you could to try and push it aside. That led to you not saying anything in fear that your breathing would go haywire and instead you tried to keep busy by eating.

Namjoon of course noticed that you weren’t being your usual self. Normally, you are so talkative that he sometimes has to shut you up by dragging you away from a conversation or else you could go on for days. So seeing you act differently made him stay close to you. He questioned why you were acting differently and for that you are thankful, because you honestly don’t think you would have been able to give him an answer without shedding a few tears.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper feeling like you need to apologize.

Namjoon frowns, “You don’t ever have to be sorry for fearing something!” His voice has dropped an octave. It’s his serious voice. “The mere fact that you are facing one of your fears is admirable!” He tells you and softly brushes a piece of hair away from your forehead.

“Thank you,” you murmur and he presses a quick kiss to your lips.

Feeling like Namjoon has giving you some strength with his words, you reach and unbuckle the safety belt.

“There…” you say mostly to yourself but Hoseok, who is sitting directly opposite you, hears you as well and he offers you a smile.

“Nervous flyer?” He asks.

“Yeah…”

“Don’t worry, the flight will be over before you even know it.” Hoseok tries to ease your nerves, but you know it’s easier said than done. You still have 10 and a half hours left before you land in New York and there really isn’t much for you to do to distract yourself when you are 35.000 feet in the air.

You could try watching a movie like Jimin and Jin are doing, or you could pull out your book from your bag and make an attempt at reading a few chapters, but you know none of that will work. It usually never does.

You could always try to sleep the hours off… but that will result in the hell of jet lag when you eventually land.

You could ask Namjoon to listen to some music with you? At the idea you glance next to you, seeing him pull out his small notebook and pen and his headphones – he’s going to work on writing lyrics.

Your stomach sinks but you can’t help but admire him. No matter where he is or what he is doing, he finds the time to work.

Heavily you sigh and slump back into the comfortable seat. You really don’t want to disturb him when he is writing, knowing that once he gets in the zone, he like to stay in it until he himself pulls out of it.

Guess you will just have to settle on staring into the air for now. You can do that for a bit, and it will give you some time to try and calm your nerves as well.

Closing your eyes you try to relax. You try to think of a happy memory and instantly you land on the first time you and Namjoon met. Two years ago, to be exact, you met him by accident at a small bookstore in Seoul. You were on the haunt for a novel to read but the one you really wanted was up to high on a shelf you couldn’t reach.

Enter Namjoon coming to your rescue. He had noticed you from a distance, struggling to reach the book by yourself and decided to help you. He had been so quiet walking up to you that you hadn’t heard him and didn’t even notice him until he was right behind you reaching past you to get the book.

Startled, you had turned around coming face to face with his collarbones. He handed you the book with the most handsome smile you have ever seen on a person and instantly your hands started shaking as you took the book from his grasp.

At the time you didn’t recognize him and he later told you that that was the reason why he didn’t venture far away after giving you the book. He had been curious and wanted to get to know you more, but he had been too nervous to ask you out after just having met you. He was afraid of coming off as a creep.

After that he had quietly retreated to his seat but you would be lying if you said that you hadn’t been stealing a couple glances his way and one time your eyes even met and you had been so embarrassed and went to hide on the other side of the store.

But after a while Namjoon had found you again, sitting against one of the shelves with the book open in your hands. He had finally gathered courage to ask you out, and that is exactly what he did.

You smile at the memory. Clearly remembering being sceptic when he had asked you out for a coffee. You weren’t really into the whole idol scene and you still didn’t recognize him, so to you it all seemed a little… weird? You have never been one to get asked out by guys you’ve just met before, but despite everything your parents have told you about strangers, you eventually accepted his invitation for coffee.

And now two years later, here- *thud*!

You are immediately brought back to the present time in the small cabin when the plane abruptly lowers. Your heart instantly starts to beat faster and your hands grip onto the seat for dear life.

Namjoon senses your change in posture and drops the pen in his hand and turns to you. Grabbing your hand in his, he tries to calm you down. “It’s just a little turbulence.” He continuously strokes the skin on your hand with his thumb – creating a little comfort in your body knowing that he understands. Slowly you start to relax again.

“I know, I know… I just,” breathing deeply you try to find words to justify how you are feeling, but truth is you know that it’s just turbulence, but your mind immediately goes into panic mode. “I need to find a way to distract myself.”

Namjoon switches his hold on your hand to interlacing your fingers. “What about watching a movie?” He suggests.

You smile, “That usually never works. I can never seem to focus enough on the movie to actually distract myself.” You tell him, the corners of your lips turning down to a frown. “Same goes for reading a book.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? We can talk and listen to some music together.”

“I didn’t want to interrupt you when you were writing.”

“Screw that!” He says and makes a show of closing his notebook. “I don’t have a deadline and I already have more than enough songs and melodies written for the next three albums. You are not feeling well so I would rather use my time trying to get you mind off all your worries.”

You can’t help but shy away from his eyes. The way he looks at you so adoringly when saying this has your stomach whirling with butterflies of the good kind. How you ever came to deserve being with someone as perfect as Namjoon is beyond you.

“No Joon, it’s fine… really, I don’t wa-“

“I’ve got it.” He suddenly lowers his voice so only you can hear him – even though everyone else is too occupied doing their own thing or sleeping.

“Go to the bathroom and wait for me there,” he whispers, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “I’ll knock six times so you will know its me.”

“What? Why?” You question.

“Just go.”

He makes a maneuver to pull your hand up and your body automatically follows. Standing from your seat you, you step past Namjoon and scurry down the narrow pathway between the seats and the rest of the boys. No one seems to take any care in it, probably thinking that you are just going to use the restroom. To say that you are confused is an understatement.

When you get to the bathroom, you double check that it is vacant before going inside. You gasp as the door closes behind you. This has got to be the most spacious and luxurious airplane bathroom you have ever seen! You could fit like ten people in here!

Wow!

“There’s a shower?!” You gasp with no one to answer you.

In awe, amazed at today’s technology as you step further inside the bathroom, trying to understand the concept of putting such a bathroom in a small jet. Either you are really stupid, or your brain is too wrapped around your anxiety and is drained from energy because you can’t seem to wrap your brain around this. You would be afraid to even sit on the toilet!

Footsteps emerge from the other side of the door shortly after and you wait. Someone begins knocking.

*knock* *knock* *knock* *knock* *knock*

You wait for the sixth knock before opening the door…

… *knock*

Namjoon slips through the open door, carefully making sure to lock it behind him. You stare at him in confusion, your brows knit together.

“Well?” you ask him expectantly.

“I know how to make you think of something else.”

“Okay… how?” You aren’t really sure what being in the bathroom has to do with that.

After a few moments of silence he answers you with a sly smile on his lips, “Let’s have sex.”

“W-What?” you stutter.

“Let’s have sex.” He repeats and steps closer to you.

“We’re on a plane Namjoon!” You whisper harshly, afraid that someone will walk by the door and hear you.

“So? Lots of people have sex on planes,” he tells you with no care. “It will help you take your mind off of things for a while.”

“Yes but… but the guys are right outside that door!” you sharply point to the closed door. Surely they would be able to hear every single sound you were to make in here. Right? “They’ll hear us!”

“So what? Do you honestly think they haven’t already heard us at the dorm?”

“Oh my god,” you murmur in embarrassment.

Namjoon takes two steps and your chests come in contact. He gently backs you up against the sink and rests his hands on your hips. “Have you never been the slightest bit curious to what it’s like having sex on a plane, huh?” he places a kiss just below your ear, his soft lips tickling your skin. Your hands find his wrists for support. “I can help you baby – another kiss – let me help you forget.” His voice has turned to a hoarse whisper, his words rolling through your body like an electric current.

“But they’ll he-“

He shushes you with a kiss to your lips. He lingers there for a moment letting you feel him before he pulls away. “Stop thinking about them,” he whispers, “right now it’s just you and I… okay?”

Even though he has worked himself into a hot mess, Namjoon waits for your confirmation to proceed, and only when you nod and a softly whispered yes follows, does he reconnect your lips.

Barely grazing your lips, he gently lures you in and as your lips become one all your previous worries seem to fade to the back of your mind. Moving together in sync, you move your hands from his wrists to the back of his neck where you bury your fingers in his soft locks.

He has been growing out his hair lately, and you must say that you agree with the decision!

Gradually, your kiss grows heavier. Every breath gets mingled and Namjoon’s hands travel from your hips and down your thighs. Carefully, he lifts you and sets you down on the counter space behind you.

At this angle you can fully bring him to you, your chests smushing together and you wrap your legs around his narrow waist.

His hands never rest – this time cupping both sides of your jaw to tilt your head to the side. The kiss gets heavier. You tongue is battling with his for dominance but in the end, you just give up and let him win. You like it when he takes the lead anyways.

Parting from your lips, he showers you in wet pecks down the side of your left cheek, across your jaw and down your neck, till he reaches your collarbone. There he gently bites the skin and the slight sting it leaves behind is quickly soothed by his tongue.

Moving his lips up again, he settles on a spot just below your jaw. Your sweet spot. Namjoon knows fully well that this spot makes you see stars, and of course he doesn’t waste any time in making your head spin by sucking on the tender skin there.

You gasp. The grip you have on his hair tightening and you crane your neck to allow him better access.

All your previous thoughts and worries are flying out of the door one by one with each suck and kiss to your neck. After two years of being in a relationship, Namjoon knows your body in and out – sometimes you even wonder if he knows your body better than you do. The possibility is there!

You are so distracted by your own thoughts, that you don’t even register Namjoon undoing the string on your sweatpants until his hand is already down the front of your pants – his fingers skimming over the front of your panties.

You already know where he is headed with this, “Namjoon we don’t have time for that,” you gaspingly tell him.

But he just ignores you. His fingers continuing to skim over your soaked panties… once, twice… before he pushes them aside to allow his fingers to feel your wetness. Doing your best, you attempt to hold back the groan that is threatening to leave you throat.

Despite everything you are still well aware that more than a handful of people are on the other side of the door, and they will most likely be able to hear you moaning if you don’t hold back.

He rises from the spot on your neck, your eyes connecting and exchanging a heated look before he slots his lips over yours in a lazy kiss. Two of his fingers have found their way through your soaked slit and down to your equally if not even more soaked entrance. Automatically, you are clenching around nothing but air, waiting for them moment when his fingers enter you.

You were so against the idea of having sex in an airplane bathroom only minutes ago, but with each kiss, each touch and each breath, you are becoming more and more desperate.

“Namjoon,” you whine, breaking your kiss as a rushed breath fills the room when he finally enters you with two of his fingers.

He gives you no time to adjust to the intrusion. His fingers quickly working up a rhythm that leaves you short for breath. Clinging on to him, your hands fisting in his hair and his t shirt, you bite down on his shoulder when he brings his thumb into the mix. He works it over your clit in soft circles and he slows down the pace of his fingers to match.

He slants his other hand over your clothed breast, squeezing and massaging – a pleasure added to the already burning euphoria rushing through your body. You groan, “Please,” you whisper without really knowing what you want.

You lock eyes, “What is it baby?” he breaths, planting a kiss on the corner of your lips. Down south his fingers never seize – working you softly and slowly.  

“You!” your entire body is heavy with the desire for him to do something, anything! “Just…You!”

He responds, not with words, but by looking deep into your eyes while he begins scissoring his fingers inside of you. With every push he can feel you clenching around his digits, your body craving his touch. Curling his fingers upward, he hit a tender spot that has you seeing white and the moan that escapes is inevitable.

“God, I love the sounds you make, but you have to keep it to a minimum baby.”

“I’m – ugh fuuck – I’m not going to last much longer!” you desperately mumble, trying to hold on to him as the pleasure fills you from head to toe.

The tension is building in your stomach, and your hips carelessly buck against his hand trying to create more friction to set off your orgasm. And just as the tension is about to snap, Namjoon pulls away from you completely. You whine, closing your eyes and aimlessly trying to pull him back to you.

“Why?!”

He chuckles as he battles with your fumbling hands, trying to undo his pants. “Don’t you want the real deal baby?” you nod before he is even done asking the question and no sooner do you hear the faint sound of his pants pooling around his ankles.

“Hop down and turn around,” he instructs, reaching for the condom that lays next to the sink. You hadn’t even noticed it laying there until now.

With shaky legs, you hop off the counter and automatically your sweatpants slide down your legs and you kick them off when they reach your feet. Hooking your thumbs in the side of your panties, you slide them off as well.  

Behind you, you hear the familiar sound of foil ripping and Namjoon seethes himself with the latex, “Don’t wanna make a mess,” he says and steps up behind you, his hands grabbing your ass to pull you against him.

You can feel his hard erection pressing against you, the latex somewhat of a disappointment, but he is right – now is not the time to make a mess.

“Please,” you whimper, your eyes connecting in the mirror in front of you.

“Please what? What do you want?”

“You. Please, just… I need you.”

Namjoon’s eyes drop to where he is fisting himself, giving his cock a few pumps before he lightly shifts and pushes the head inside of your waiting entrance. Already, you are tensing around him, making it harder for him to push inside fully, but with two sharp thrusts, he seethes himself fully.

Both of you groan in unison when he hits home, and Namjoon has to calm himself with a deep breath and concentrate hard on not coming on the spot. You are clenching and unclenching around his cock like crazy. You didn’t know the extent of your desperation and need, but your body is clearly speaking for itself.

Slowly, he starts a rhythm. A rhythm that stretches you out so perfectly and each subsequent stroke is making your eyes roll to the back of your head. You whimper his name a little too loud and you bite your lip. But the shame that was starting to fill your body quickly washes away with the look of pure lust and love Namjoon sends you through the mirror.

Namjoon pulls you flush against his chest. One of his arms reaching around your shoulder to your chest to keep you upright. With the same hand he grabs your breast, while the other sneaks down your body to the place where you are connected. His nimble fingers quickly find your clit, drawing quick circles over it.

You can already feel the telltales of your orgasm. “Are you gonna cum around my cock?” Namjoon whispers against your ear, his hot breath sending tingles down your spine.

“Yeah!” You erratically nod and drop your head back against his shoulder.

“Good girl,” he praises.

He speeds up. His hips snapping against your ass and the sound of skin on skin filling the bathroom. His fingers speed up too, matching the rhythm of his cock pounding in and out of your heat. He is drawing whimper after whimper from your lips and they gradually become louder as he keeps going.

Needing you to keep quiet, he moves his hand from your breast to cover your mouth. With the immense pleasure cursing through your body, your legs feel like jelly and you desperately try to hold on to anything in reach to not fall.

With one final punching thrust, your muffled whimpers turn to moans and you crash into euphoria. You are shaking wildly in Namjoon’s arms as he rides you through the waves, his cock nor his fingers on your clit seizing their movements.

Gasping for air, you slump forward onto the cold counter space, as Namjoon chases after his own orgasm – his cock continuously pounding you. Every muscle inside of you is vibrating, clenching and unclenching from the aftershock of your orgasm.

“Fuuuuck,” you hear him hiss before his head drops to your shoulder and his warm seeds fills up the condom. “Shit!”Namjoon rests his forehead on your back as he comes down, trying to catch his breath.

Eventually, he pulls away and slips from your heat. Instantly you miss the fell of him inside of you, the stretch and the way he fills you up.

You close your eyes as you bask in the post orgasm feelings. Every inch of you feels warm, your eyelids heavy and your heart full. If you had been in a bed right now, you would have turned around and cuddled all night long.

Faintly, you hear Namjoon throwing away the condom and pulling on his pants, “Are you okay?” he gently asks you when you make no move to move from your position.

With your eyes still closed, you nod, “Yeah…”

Namjoon can’t help but laugh at your fucked-out state. With your pants and underwear around your ankles and the lazy smile on your lips. You look too adorable for him to handle!

“Come on you,” he coos.

You protest when he gently peels you back to stand up. “You can’t stay in here forever,” he tells you and end up laughing when you pout.

He presses a kiss to your pouting lips before helping you clean up and get dressed. The hole time you pout. In this moment you are feeling so at ease and so relaxed that you don’t want to go back out there in case any previous feelings come back.

Running his thumb over the frown between your brows, Namjoon pulls you in for a hug.

“You smell like sex,” you say, your comment muffled against his shirt.

His chest shakes with laughter, “Yeah, well so do you,” releasing you, he reaches past you, “here, use this.”

“What is it?” you ask, taking the small perfume like bottle from him.

“It’s air freshener.”

“You’re kidding!” you deadpan. “You want me to spray air freshener on myself?”

“And on me.”

“Ew!”

“Oh come on,” he takes the bottle from your hands and sprays himself three times. “It’s either this or go back out there smelling like sex.”

Reluctantly, you take the bottle and give yourself a few sprays. It doesn’t smell bad – it leaves a sort of fresh and foresty smell lingering behind. But now you just smell like you’ve been in the woods camping for a week.

It’s better than smelling like sex, you guess.

“Ready to go out?” he asks.

“In a second,” you reply and turn to the mirror. The reflection that greets you is somewhat of a mess. Smoothing your hands down your hair you try to tame the stray pieces. Fortunately, you opted to not wear any makeup this morning, so you don’t have to worry about your mascara sitting halfway down your face or your foundation being smudge.

“Now I’m ready,” you say when you realize that this is as good as it’s going to get at this point.

With a bowed head you follow Namjoon back to your seats. No one looks up in curiosity when you both sit back down, everyone still occupied with their own things or sleeping. Maybe no one noticed you were both gone.

You sneak a look around the cabin, Jin is still watching a movie but Jimin alongside with Yoongi has fallen asleep. Jimin’s headphones are still in his ears and his feet are tugged under neat him. Jungkook is also asleep, stretched out on the seat in front of Jin. You can lightly hear him snoring. Cute.

Your eyes lock with Hoseok when you turn back. You don’t know why, but your cheeks instantly heat up. Maybe it’s because he is the only one that is not wearing any headphones? There could be a good chance that he heard what went down in the bathroom just seconds ago.

“Are you feeling any better?” he surprises you by asking.

“I-I am, thank you.”

“Good,” his innocent smile makes you feel a little more at ease. Without any further words he returns to the writing in the notebook in front of him.

Leaning back in your seat, you feel more relaxed than when you first sat down. Namjoon was right. The sex really did help you take your mind off of things and has helped you feel more comfortable.

Next to you, Namjoon offers you a bottle of water which you gladly accept and chuck about half of it before setting it down.

“Thirsty?” Namjoon quirks amused.

“Shut up,” you lightly push his shoulder with yours and hide your face behind your hair.

“Do you want to listen to some music?” he asks.

Shaking your head, you decline his offer, “No, it’s okay.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive,” you nod with a smile. “I’m gonna try and read my book.”

Namjoon accepts your explanation and takes the headphones for himself. Within seconds he begins jotting down lyrics on the white paper in front of him.

You pull your book from you bag. It’s a book you’ve only just started reading, and you don’t know how far you will get on this flight, but you might as well give it a try now that your body and mind seems to not focus so much on being 35.000 feet in the air.

You are only a few sentences into the book when Jungkook stirs awake on the other side of the aisle. His sleepy figure sitting up and rubbing his eyes from sleep. He looks around, almost confused, before he stands and walks the path to the bathroom.

With wide eyes, your stomach drops. What is you left something behind in there? Did you remember to put on your panties?! Yes, yes! You remembered! Thank god! Shit! What did Namjoon do with the condom? No, he would obviously have thrown that in the bin!

You tell yourself that there is no need to worry so much and you focus back on your book, turning a page and starting on a new chapter.

Minutes later Jungkook comes trudging back, his face a little paler than before. He comes to a stop in the middle of the aisle, right next to Namjoon’s seat.

Jungkook looks at Namjoon waiting for him to look back up at him and when he eventually does Jungkook speaks, “The next time you have sex in the bathroom remember to throw away the used condom properly.”

Red! Your entire face goes as red as a tomato! Namjoon didn’t throw away the condom?!

“Sorry,” Namjoon mumbles slightly embarrassed. “Did you…?”

“No I did not!” Jungkook shrieks in disgust, and on a laugh Namjoon leaves his seat to go take care of the situation in the bathroom.

You are left behind, mortified and you wish there was some way for you to hide, but for now you can only settle on hiding behind your hair. You don’t dare look around you, but you can feel both Jungkook and Hoseok’s eyes on you as you continue to remain silent.

“Decided to join the mile high club huh?” It’s Hoseok’s bemused voice that fills the silence just as Namjoon returns.

“I…”

“Stop embarrassing her Hoseok,” Namjoon tells him trying to sound stern, but you still catch the slight smirk in his voice. “It was my idea.”

You turn to the comfort of your boyfriend. Burying your face in his shoulder as you let your face cool down. You can feel his shoulder shaking with laughter.

“You are enjoying this, aren’t you?!” you ask pulling away.

He tries, but fails to not laugh, “A little bit.”

“You’re mean,” you pout with your arms crossed over your chest.

“It’s not that big of a deal babe,” he assures you. He pulls your arms from your chest to hug you closer to him. Your pout remains on your lips as you continue to sulk in embarrassment. “Everyone has sex.”

“Who is having sex?” Everyone turns to Jin who has finished his movie and is now joining your conversation.

“Joon and ____ had sex in the bathroom and forgot to throw away the condom.” Hoseok tells him.

“Ew!” Jin comments with a scrunched nose.

“And Jungkook found it.”

“Ew!” Jin repeats.

“Guys…” you whine. You don’t know whether to cry or laugh at this.

Namjoon repeats his previous words, “It’s no big deal ____.”

Obviously, you know that, but it’s still embarrassing to have one of his members – one of your friends – find the condom you used and call you out for it in front of everyone!

“Yeah, it’s no big deal,” Jungkook agrees from his seat. “Everyone has sex. Just, please for the love of god, remember to throw away your condoms if you ever wanna do it again! That is not a sight I ever wanna se again!” He shudders at the memory.

“Okay fine!” you grunt. “Can we please talk about something else now?!” you beg them.

They all agree to let it go and a silence settles over the cabin. Lazily, you open your book once again and try to zone in on the words on the page. It works for a little while, until Hoseoks voice rings through the cabin making everyone but you laugh.

“So, who else have joined the mile high club?”

“You are really not going to let this go, are you?” you ask with a groan.

“Nope,” Jin pops.

This flight suddenly got very long for an entirely different reason.

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[elliethesuperfruitlover]

Costume Conundrum

A/N: This is going to be a bit of a wild one. I was given a prompt by the lovely @badsext​, and since I’m extra, I’ve decided to extend the prompt into three characters, and three scenarios. Depending on when I get this done, they’ll come out all across October. This is the Klaus x fem! reader one!!

Warnings: people being very cishet, general halloween spookiness

“Klaus, where in the name of God are you taking me?” I ask, as he blindfolded me while walking down the sidewalk. 

“Don’t worry about it, don’t worry. You’re in good hands, I promise!” he says, rubbing your shoulder to reassure you.

“Uh, good hands my ass, you tripped over a rock and almost sliced half your leg open Klaus.” you said, rolling your eyes under the cloth.

“Goodness, it’s like you don’t trust me at all.” he whines, most likely putting a hand to his chest.

“No, that’s not it, you’re just a clumsy klutz sometimes and for a person with a blindfold, I don’t know if I want to trust you right now.” you reply, ending the conversation.

  The two of you continue for a few more minutes, Klaus guiding you as you walk, your hands getting gradually sweaty. His hands drifted just a little bit, resting on the small of your back, and rubbing it tenderly, trying to calm your nerves. He always did that if mischief was going to be involved with any type of activity of his. Just like the time that you and he snuck into a viewing of Avengers:Endgame and yelled out “falsehood” every time someone was lying. Yeah, you two weren’t allowed back in that theater for another year, turns out that some people actually wanted to watch the movie. Oh well.

“Ahh, we’ve arrived my dear.” Klaus says, taking your blindfold off.

You opened your eyes, and as they adjusted to the sun. Upon them finally calming down, you found yourself in front of a Halloween Costume shop. Halloween was approaching quite quickly, and you found yourself wondering what you were going to be. It seems as though Klaus had the same idea. He’d been talking about taking you to a costume shop for eons it seemed, and now he finally got the chance to do it.

“Oh dear, I hope we won’t get banned from this one. You know what happened last time Klaus.” you said, looking at him with a half-stern look on your face.

“Look, it’s not my fault that they don’t have the Sexy Nurse outfit in my size, alright.” Klaus, said, pouting.

  You both entered the shop, and it was close to empty, a few parents and their children picking out cute little outfits, witches, unicorns, even a Disney Princess here and there. Before you two could really get involved with each costume, and the elements around it, a conversation caught your ears from the other aisle.

“Mommy, I want to be a princess this year.”  a little boy, about 6 said to his mother, who looked appalled at his statement. 

“No, little boys can’t be princesses. What about this pirate costume over here, or the Frankenstein one?” she said, trying to drag him away from the frilly dress.

“It’s Frankenstein’s monster, and that story is scary, and it makes me scared.” he said, whining out his response. Tears started to form in his eyes, and Klaus decided to speak up to the mother.

“Hey, you should let him be a princess, or whatever he wants to be. Clothes don’t have a gender, and neither does color, ma’am. Not that big of a deal to let him be a princess if he wants to be. Never hurt to let a child express their feelings.” he said, and upon seeing him, the little boy’s eyes sparked with joy.

  Klaus was wearing one of their more expressive outfits today. They were wearing a strawberry skirt, and a plain white shirt on top of it, and tan sandals, a pair of yours. Their curls were tied up, a couple spilling out from the containment. They were always trying to display themselves as neutral as possible, never really deciding on one thing. You were always proud whenever they went to the store, and came out with frills, or a rainbow striped top. It made you bubble up with joy to see them stand up for him. 

“Well, wouldn’t you know a thing or two about raising kids.” the mother said, crossing her arms at the site of Klaus, not realizing what she was getting herself into. 

“I mean, I had an abusive father, and a robot as a mother, and a chimpanzee as a butler. I’ve traveled through time three times, died twice, and lived to tell the story. Nothing like that’ll stop me from educating people on helping their children realize something.” he replied, crossing their arms as well.

“I’m not taking advice from someone like you, thinking it’s okay to dress like that.” she said, looking Klaus up and down, then looking disapprovingly at you. “Let’s go, Timmy, I’ll get you something from online.”

  The little boy started to cry, and you both urged her not to budge. She was dragging him along by the hand, but she stopped at the front register, as one of her friends was at the front. You knew that she’d be there for at least another hour, giving the two of you to use a collective brain cell to conjure an idea. Meanwhile, you both drifted to the older costumes, looking at the options. Of course, we have the stereotypical couples costumes, hotdogs and buns, power sockets, Adam and Eve, and the oh-so-charming bun and bun maker. Klaus floated over to where you were, in the women’s section, and started cutting the options. 

“Alright, so we have fucked up tinker bell, tigers, lions, and bears oh my, and sexy nurses.” you say, pinching your nose.

“Oh, come on, we’ll make it fun. I’ll try them on with you.” Klaus offers, putting his hand out for you to shake. You agree, grabbing the tightest ones off of the shelf, along with a questionably orange one.

  Klaus heads to the dressing room, and you wait outside, tempted to strip and put on your own costume in the open, since there were only two dressing rooms, one of which had a suspicious stain, the other Klaus occupied.

“Klaus, hurry up, I haven’t got all day.” you say, already sliding on the top and bottoms of your costume, trying to hide yourself.

 They open the curtain, and you gulp at the sight. The sexy nurse costume was of course Klaus’ first choice. It covered barely anything, and you could see his ribs poke out from the cropped shirt.

“Come get your medicine children.” they say, slowly walking towards you, until you both hear a small rip.

Uh oh

“Klaus, what did you rip this time?” you ask, walking towards him in your costume, which he didn’t notice, but you inspected him, and turned him, trying to find where his body ripped the tight costume. 

“I think it ripped in the ass which makes since, my cakes are plentiful.” they said, shrugging.

  They left the costume on, and waited outside while you were getting changed properly, in front of a mirror this time. You put the straps on correctly, and attached the different clips, trying to make sure that everything was in its’ correct place. You opened the door, and revealed yourself to Klaus. Their jaw dropped, and he hovered over you, looking from different angles, concluding that no matter how he looked at you, you looked phenomenal. 

“Am I spooky enough?” you ask, putting your hands on your hips, doing a mini hair flip.

“I’m just pissing my pants thinking about this costume, Jesus Christ.” they say, chuckling. 

  You walk down the same costume aisle, acting like you were on a runway. On the way, you picked up too-big sunglasses and neon pink feather boas, spinning on the way back to him. Klaus picked some up too, and the two of you ran around the store, chasing each other. Different songs came on the intercom, and the two of you danced, but of course, Klaus had to trip over a rack of makeup, and different powders spilled on top of them, causing him to giggle uncontrollably.

“Get up, get up, we’re gonna get in trouble. Come on Klaus, let’s go!” you said, urging him to stand up in his 5 inch platforms from another costume, trying not to laugh.

  The security ended up chasing the two of you out of there, but not before you two could give the little boy what he wanted, a cute little dress, with frills. You two even handed him a canister of glitter, just in case. He smiled, and said goodbye to the two of you, just as the security doubled in size.

“See, I told you it was gonna be fun.” Klaus said, kissing you on the cheek, and hugging you from behind. It was getting nighttime, and you both had a bit to walk. However, you two were dead tired, and you got onto a public transport bus, getting stares from the passengers onboard. You two simply shrugged it off, and fell asleep right as the bus took off, only to get rudely kicked off at your stop. The two of you stumbled into your home, messily unlocking the door, and falling onto the couch immediately, sleeping until noon.

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Unlucky in Love

Loki x Reader

One Shot

Summary: "My brother and my best friend. Why didn't I think of that?"

Dating really shouldn't be this hard, but here you were again on the only date you could seem to keep; a standing date with your well-meaning friend Thor. Every Saturday afternoon in that two o'clock slump you and Thor occupied a table at Valhalla Bakery against the large window to allow Thor to point out the occasional dog as you sipped iced coffees. Thor was so many great things, like pointing out dogs, but matchmaker was not one of them. 

"I thought you two would hit it off." 

Thor heaved out a huge sigh, his large palms framing his large iced coffee. You shrugged, placing your cheek in one palm and swirling the ice in your own drink with the other. The size of your own sigh could have rivaled his and when it left your body it felt like it took even the oxygen that hid in the tips of your fingers and toes.

"I thought so too, but then…"

Thor shook his head, brows furrowed. He looked at you with an open disappointment you couldn't help but take personally. 

"Hogun is a good worker. Arrives on time every day."

"Just because he doesn't skip out on work doesn't mean he won't skip out on dates."

The words were bitter, the memories of last night still fresh in your mind. Being newly single you were nervous about your date with Hogun and arrived at the restaurant about ten minutes before the reservation Thor had set up. Then, ten minutes later you were seated by yourself and ten more minutes passed before your waiter, in a voice laced with false sympathy and impatience suggested.

"Maybe he got the days mixed up. Did you want to order or…"

And yeah maybe Hogun did get his days mixed up, but the tender part of your heart that was so unused to dating ached with a doubt so strong it stung your eyes. You shook your head and left the restaurant before you let a few tears fall. It felt weird crying over a man you hadn't even had the chance to really meet, but it wasn't really about Hogun was it?

"I'll talk to him." Thor offered, sensing the shift in your mood your reflection had taken you in.

"I bet it was a misunderstanding."

You snorted inelegantly into your iced coffee before muttering.

"I bet it was."

-

"Hi! Thank you so much for coming!"

You held off on your eye roll until Jane pulled you into a hug. Her greeting was extra over the top today with sugary sweetness to compensate for whatever sad tale Thor spun for her after your coffee date. Their relationship was one you envied even when you were in your own and even now flying solo there was a pang of want in your chest just knowing when Thor came home he told Jane what happened while they were apart and she felt for your pain because she didn't have to feel it.

"Hey, Jane. Thanks for having me."

She pulled back, her smile still wide and welcoming like if she let her smile drop you would start feeling sad all over again, as if the sad wasn't just a constant underlying feeling you've had since your breakup, with spikes of extra depression at the lowest points. 

She led you, unneeded, to the living room and to a scene you had been privy to catching a few times before, a scene that was sure to be just as entertaining as the movie they pair was arguing over.

"I like Mean Girls." Thor grumbled, crouched next to a low shelf of dvds.

"We watched Mean Girls two weeks ago. Do you not have any room in your brain for something more stimulating?"

Loki stared down at his brother from his spot on the couch, arms across his chest and one leg crossed over the other, his elevated foot bobbing up and down impatiently.

"Stimulating. Stimulating." Thor murmured, browsing the titles on the third row with more interest. 

With a cry of success Thor pulled a case from the pile, turned, and held it before his brother. Loki raised an eyebrow and leveled his brother with a deadpan stare.

"When I say 'stimulating' you think Clueless?"

Thor's mouth stretched into the beginnings of a shit eating grin as Loki caught on to his joke. In the blink of an eye Loki had joined his brother on the floor with as much shoving and knocking as a little brother had a right to give, no matter if the little brother was a full fledged adult. 

"This is stimulating," Loki yanked out a dvd, pushing it into Thor's hands.

"Or this. Even this one."

Thor allowed the pile to rise a bit more before he unceremoniously abandoned all of his brother's suggestions.

"I know! We'll watch Juno. Right ladies?"

Loki turned to you, the agitation evident on his face rapidly cooling down into something more polished. Little did he know you took a bit of a thrill from seeing him in the moments where he was less refined.

"I'm alright with it." Jane agreed, looking to you but not really checking for confirmation. You nodded belatedly, missing Loki return to his spot on the couch. 

The good thing about watching a movie was that no one spoke, in particular no one spoke about your non-date with Hogun. The bad thing about watching a movie is you don't really have to watch it. In fact, your brain will do almost anything else but watch the damn movie, like focus on that non-date with Hogun. You shifted in the recliner, pulling your feet up to keep your legs from bouncing up and down. You managed a weak chuckle at a scene, barely heard over Thor's bellowing laughter, before shoving your thumbnail in between your teeth soon after as you lost yourself to thought again.

It wasn't you. Objectively you knew Hogun not showing up had nothing to do with you personally,  but your ego sure as hell took it personally. When you told Thor you were ready to be set up with one of his coworkers at most you thought you'd have a nice evening across from someone who you hadn't sat across from for the last two years. Even if it wasn't a love connection it could have been the jumpstart back into the dating world you needed and instead, well instead you were considering a life of chosen celibacy and filling your apartment with as many cats as it takes to numb the pain. 

Your eyes wandered away from the screen and to the couple on the couch beside you. Thor and Jane all curled into each other, Jane with her head against Thor's chest while his hand absently brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. They were both equally wrapped up in the movie as they were in each other in a way that only came with well established intimacy. They made you sick. They made you ache with loss. They made you angry at Hogun all over again.

You let your legs fall back to the floor and let out a quiet sigh before rising and seeing yourself to the kitchen. You weren't thirsty, but a drink didn't seem like such a bad idea right now. Bypassing the beer you went straight for the large glass jug of mysterious brown liquid. When Jane asked Thor to get a hobby she didn't expect him to start brewing mead, but the stuff was pretty tasty if you were okay with getting fucked up very quickly. You swallow a mouthful and pour another before putting the jug back in the fridge. 

"Don't tell him I said this, but this batch is quite good."

Loki opened the refrigerator, bending down and coming back up with two beers, held in one hand by long dexterous fingers along their necks. He opened both and passed you one, coming up to your side at the counter as he took a sip. You allowed a silence to settle, hoping the tension will send Loki away and leave you in your silent, drunk funk, but luck wasn't on your side.

"I heard about what happened with Hogun."

Shame warmed your neck and ears easily under the flush of alcohol. You leveled Loki with a glare that practically yelled 'drop it' but it wasn't a topic it looked like he would be dropping. He turned around, letting his backside rest against the counter.

"If you ask me, you dodged a bullet."

Well this was an interesting new take; Thor had only excuses for his friend and while your mom offered sympathy when you texted her on the way home from the restaurant she hadn't been able to make you feel any better. Now, here Loki was dangling the idea that you were better off being stood up and you were absolutely taking the bait. You turned fully to face him, leaning your hip against the counter and abandoning your drink all together in favor of crossing your arms. You observed his profile and admired the way the corner of his eye crinkled as the corner of his mouth raised.

"Really now?"

"Oh yes. Hogun is terribly boring. You would have fallen asleep in your salad."

Your laugh was startlingly genuine, popping like an overly bubbly bottle of champagne from your mouth making you feel warm for the first time since you were getting ready for your date.

"God, I don't even care if that's true or not. It's just great to hear."

Loki tilted his head toward you, his smile full and bright. It transformed his face entirely, leaving it so open in a way that you couldn't stop looking. The looking and smiling between you couldn't linger for too much longer without getting awkward and after such a nice moment you didn't want to foul up the very end. You picked up your beer and tilted it toward Loki. His smile softened a fraction as he brought his drink to yours, letting them clink together in an unspoken cheers. Finally feeling better about your unlucky night you and your beer resolved to plant yourself back in the recliner and enjoy what was left of Juno, but as you moved to leave Loki muttered your name, his hand extended as if to grab you but afraid to make contact.

You could see it in his eyes, the way they searched yours for something before dulling and drooping and then the hand he was reaching out between you was pulled back over to himself. But you were done feeling sorry for yourself and damn him for chickening out on saying what you somehow both knew he wanted to say.

You slammed your beer onto the counter causing foam to gather and push up the long neck and ooze over the lip down the side. Neither of you noticed. 

"Say it, Loki."

You watched his adams apple bob as he swallowed down the sudden nerves. 

"Ask me out already!"

Your impatience spurred him to action. His hand extended toward you again, this time making contact just above your elbow. He tugged gently, pulling you into his space until your thighs were flush against his. The contact was new and exciting, making your heart hammer so hard in your chest it sent tremors down to your fingertips. 

"Let me take you to dinner?"

His palm was warm, splayed against your hip and his breath rustled the loose hairs on your forehead. Your hands were busy tracing the zipper of his hoodie, gently tugging the slider up and down. It felt good to touch someone like this, in a way you couldn't do before this line was crossed.

"Will I be falling asleep in my salad?" You teased.

Loki shook his head, eyes sparkling with promise. 

You were going to kiss him, you could feel it in the air, sense the way your heads were moving ever so closer to each other. God, you were excited and nervous and overwhelmed with all the ways love could be new and unfamiliar.

"Of course!" Thor bellowed, making you jump and remove yourself from Loki's orbit. Turning you caught sight of Thor in the doorway of the kitchen, his hand on his forehead like he had been struck.

"My brother and my best friend. Why didn't I think of it sooner?"

You laughed, going towards Thor so you could place a friendly hand on Thor's large shoulder in mock comfort.

"Don't worry big guy, we figured it out all on our own."

You turned to look at Loki, leaning against the counter where you left him, still looking at you with a promise in his eyes: a promise of dinner, and maybe movies that weren't teen comedies, but mostly a promise that once you were alone again you would get to experience a first kiss all over again and that idea had you bouncing on your heels.

"You know, it's just about dinner time…"

You turned back to Thor, elbowing him and his poor attempt to drop a hint, but Loki was by your side anyway, hand back on your hip like he decided this is where it would reside from now on. 

"Hungry?"

You looked up at his face, glancing at that cute crinkle at the corner of his eyes before zeroing in on his lips.

"Starving."

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Scream - 4

Here it is, the final chapter of Avengers AU of Scream for @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho spooky challenge. Sorry it took me so long. Major brain roadblock for the past few weeks. Once I got past the brain block, this was a lot of fun to write. Actually did a full Scream movie marathon today to get me motivated. Hope you enjoy the final installment (that is being posted as I watch Scream 4). :)

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Y/N Weathers; Avengers x Reader

Word count: just under 5.3k

Warnings: gore, murder; suspense, curse words, implied smut, angst

Chapter 4 – The Finale

Natasha and Wanda drove up to Thor and Loki’s house with the party already going on. They had decided to dress more casually for the party with Natasha in some jeans with a jacket and Wanda in a simple skirt and low-heeled boots. They could hear the music thumping. As they approached the front door, Thor opened it. “Good evening, ladies. Took you long enough to get here.”

“Well, we had to make an entrance,” Wanda said cheekily. She stepped into Thor’s waiting arms.

Thor looked at Natasha over Wanda’s head. “Clint is around here somewhere.”

Natasha felt a little nauseous. She was still upset with Clint for earlier but knew they needed to talk. She didn’t want things to end with him. Natasha looked at Thor and nodded. She made her way around the house, keeping an eye out for her boyfriend. Clint popped up in the kitchen, having a drink out of a blue plastic cup. They made eye contact and Natasha made her way over to him.

“Hey, Clint,” Natasha said softly.

“Hey, Nat. Can we talk about earlier? I don’t like how we left things.” Clint looked like a kicked puppy.

“Sure. Let’s find a room upstairs so we don’t get interrupted.”

Natasha and Clint went upstairs and found a room that wasn’t occupied. They sat on the bed and looked at each other. Natasha bit her lip. “I feel bad about everything that’s happened.”

“Nat. It’s not your fault you got attacked. I’m hurt you think I could ever do something like that.”

“Clint. You have to look at it from my point of view. I had just been attacked and you popped into the window almost immediately after the attacker disappeared. They didn’t find the person. How would you react if you were in my shoes?” Natasha was beginning to get angry. The police had cleared Clint of wrong-doing, but for Clint to not understand where she was coming from was beyond aggravating.

Clint started to open his mouth, but then decided to not say anything while he gathered his thoughts. He had already pissed Natasha off multiple times this week and he knew that if he further pissed her off, it would likely be the end of them. He sighed. He knew Natasha didn’t really think him capable of attacking her. He sighed. “Nat, you’re right. I wouldn’t know what to think.”

Natasha looked at Clint. “How do we get passed this?”

“I think we just need to remind ourselves that we’re both emotional about this, but that neither of us truly thinks that badly of the other.” Clint pulled Natasha into a hug. “We get passed this together. I still love you.”

Natasha looked up into Clint’s eyes. “I love you, too.” She put her arms around his neck and pulled him towards her. “I think I’m ready for us to take our relationship back to a rated R.”

Clint pulled back a little and stared into Natasha’s eyes. “Are you sure? We don’t have to do this.”

Natasha smiled and slid off her jacket. “I’m sure.” Clint and Natasha met again for a kiss.

 Downstairs, Wanda, Thor, Loki, and a bunch of the partiers were lounging on the couches, watching horror movies. Friday the 13th was currently playing.

They were at the part where Kevin Bacon dies. As the arrow went through his throat on screen, Thor yelled out, “what a way to die!”

Wanda rolled her eyes at her boyfriend. “Thank you, Captain Obvious. I’m gonna get another drink.”

Thor, while staring at the movie, asked, “will you get me one too?”

Wanda just walked off, disgusted with her boyfriend. “What am I? A beer wench?” She made her way to the garage, where the fridge with all the beers was. The fridge was on the far side of the garage, away from the door the house. She left the door open and made her way over. As she was grabbing a few beers, she heard the door shut. Wanda whipped around and saw a figure standing there, wearing a black cloak with a white ghost face. “Oh, real original, Loki.” Wanda rolled her eyes. She walked up to the person. As she tried to walk past them, the figure moved to the right, blocking her path.

“Ha ha, Loki. Move. You know, Nat’s here. If she sees you dressed like this, she’s gonna flip.”

The figure shook their head “no.”

Wanda let out a light laugh. “Oh, I get it.” In a voice higher than her own, mimicking the voice of a cheesy horror movie girl, “oh, please Mr. Ghostface. Please don’t kill me. I want to make it to the sequel.” Wanda reached out to go around the person, when they grabbed her arm and pulled out a knife. They dragged the blade over Wanda’s arm, cutting her deeply.

“Ow! What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Wanda yanked her arm away from the person, moving back into the garage. She took one of the bottles in her hand and threw it at the person. It broke with a loud crash, beer flying everywhere. The person moved forward and Wanda threw more of the beers, hitting them every time. With the last one, the person fell to the ground. Wanda looked around her, trying to find a way out that didn’t require her to go past the person, scared they would attack her again. She spotted a dog door at the bottom center of the garage door. She dove for the opening, praying she could get through. As she managed to get her shoulder and her head through the dog door, she felt the garage door start to rise. Wanda panicked and tried to remove her body, but she was stuck. The figure watched the door raising, Wanda’s body getting closer to the edge of the roof. Wanda struggled and screamed. As the door reached the edge, her body got caught in the door. There was a shower of sparks that filled the room. Wanda’s body went limp, dead.

 Y/N and Sam were in their van, just outside the property of Thor and Loki’s house. “What do you think, Sam? An innocent man in jail, a killer on the loose. Tell me I’m dreaming.”

“You want to go live?”

“No,” Y/N said, shaking her head. “But wondering, has a cheesy tabloid reporter ever won a Pulitzer?”

Sam chuckled. “There’s a first time for everything.”

“Damn straight there is. So, I think we should go with a small camera in the house, see what we can get. I’m thinking someone in the school is the culprit.”

Sam reached onto a shelf in the van. “Here you go. This should do the trick. Just know, that there’s usually a delay between recording and the feed I get in here.”

“How much of a delay?” Y/N asked, taking the camera made to look like a book.

“Maybe 30 seconds.”

Y/N sighed. “Okay. I just gotta figure out how to get in there.”

There was a sound that came from behind Y/N. Deputy Barnes was standing there. “Good evening, Ms. Weathers. What are you doing here?”

“It’s nice night. I heard you can see the stars pretty well out here,” Y/N said, as she slipped the camera into her bag.

Bucky saw through the lame excuse. “It’s just a party, Ms. Weathers. There isn’t anything newsworthy going on here.”

“Well, you never know, Deputy Barnes. And you can call me Y/N.” Y/N smiled at Deputy Barnes.

“Well, I’ll call you Y/N if you call me Bucky,” Bucky said with a smirk.

“Bucky? Interesting name.”

“Nickname. My middle name is Buchannan. My sister, when she was little, liked to call me Bucky and it just stuck.”

“Well, I like it. It goes well with your boyish charm.” Y/N bit her lip, looking Bucky up and down.  Sam tried hard to contain his laugh at his employer’s blatant attempts to get in with Bucky.

Bucky smiled. “Well, it’s to throw criminal off their tracks. They don’t suspect someone as cute as me to be able to figure out their criminal minds.”

Y/N laughed. “Cute, funny, and smart. You are the whole package, Bucky Barnes.”

Bucky looked back at the house. “I was going to go check on the party and then check on an abandoned car call, did you want to come with me? You can see that there’s nothing newsworthy going on.”

Y/N smiled and linked her arm through Bucky’s. “Lead the way, sir.”

Bucky and Y/N made their way to the house. The front door was wide open and music could be heard from inside. There were several students hanging around the house. As Y/N made her way around the living room, many of the students were telling her how much they loved the show. She slid the camera onto the television stand. Bucky looked around for his sister, but couldn’t see her or Natasha.

“Hey Thor, where’s Wanda?” Bucky asked.

Thor looked up from the couch. “She went to get a drink a minute ago.”

Bucky nodded and turned back to Y/N. “Did you still want to come with me to check out the car?”

“Of course.” Bucky and Y/N walked out of the house. Y/N started to move towards his police SUV, but Bucky put his hand on her arm. “Actually, I thought we’d walk. It’s a nice night and we have a flashlight.” Bucky turned it on and flashed it to his face, creating shadows. “You’re not scared, are you?”

Y/N smiled at him. “Not if you’re around.”

As they started walking, Bucky pointed up at the stars. “Do you know what that constellation is?”

Y/N looked up. “No. What is it?”

“I don’t know. That’s why I was asking you.”

Y/N let out a laugh and they continued to walk down the road.

 Back at the house, Loki, Thor, and some of the stragglers from the party were watching Halloween. “When do we see Jamie Lee Curtis’s breasts?”

“You don’t see them until Trading Spaces 1983. Not until she started legit movies.”

One of the girls said, “You mean, not until she was able to afford a decent pair.”

Loki looked disgusted. “No. Jamie was always able to outsmart the killer because she was a virgin. It’s in the rules.”

Thor looked at his brother quizzically. “What rules?”

Loki looked at everyone in the room in disbelief. “The rules! The rules on how to survive a horror movie!” He grabbed the remote and paused the movie. He stood in front of the tv, looking at everyone.

“Rule Number 1: You can never have sex.” A chorus of boos filled the room. People started throwing popcorn at Loki. “I know! I know! I don’t make the rules. I’m just telling them to you! Rule Number 2: You can never drink or do drugs.” The room filled with cheers, as everyone held up their beers.

Loki held up his own in salute. “It’s an extension of Rule number 1. It relates to the sin factor. Now, and most important, rule number 3: Never, ever, ever, under any circumstances, say ‘I’ll be right back,’ because you won’t.”

Thor stood up and looked his brother straight in the eye. “I need another drink. Do you want one?”

“No, I’m good.” Loki nodded at his brother.

“Okay.” Thor held up his arms parallel to the floor. “I’ll be right back!” Thor said with a laugh. Everyone in the room started laughing. Thor left the room and Loki went back to his seat to resume the movie. As they were sitting there, the phone started to ring. Loki crawled over to it and answered. “Hello?”

After a brief conversation, Loki looked back at everyone. “Dean Fury is dead. Police found his body hanging from one of the goal posts on the football field.” The room erupted in chaos and the students ran out to their cars to go see the body.

Y/n and Bucky were walking down the road, towards where the abandoned car was supposed to be. They were just chatting, getting to know each other better. “I’m not crazy about being known as Bucky. It’s a way for this town to refuse to take me seriously.”

“Well, it’s better than Y/N Weathers. I sound like some cheat-rate meteorologist. Instead I’m some tabloid reporter that everyone loves to hate.”

“I think it’s pretty actually. You’re much prettier in person.”

“So, you watch my show?”

“Well, yeah. And getting to know you, you’re not that bad.”

Y/N laughed. “Well, thanks. I think.”

The sound of honking horns coming from the house made Bucky and Y/N turn around. The cars were coming very fast.

“They’re not slowing down, Bucky.”

Bucky held up his arms and yelled out, “Slow down!”

The cars continued their high rate of speed. Bucky grabbed Y/N and threw both their bodies to the side of the road, just as the cars began to pass them. They rolled down the hill. Y/N landed on her back and Bucky landed on top of her. He propped his body on his elbows and looked down at her.

“Are you okay?” Bucky asked softly. Y/N had a small scrape on her forehead from the fall.

“I think so.” Y/N looked over and saw a vehicle. “Is that what you’re looking for?”

Bucky, staring longingly at Y/N, said, “all my life.”

Y/N smiled and huffed out a laugh. She put her hand on his jaw and turned his head towards the car. “Thank you. But I actually meant that.”

Bucky started, recognizing the car. “That’s Mr. Coulson’s car.”

“What’s it doing all the way out here?”

Bucky noted that the car didn’t seem to have any damage to it and he couldn’t tell how long it had been there. “I need to get back to the house and call this in. Are you okay to walk back yourself?” In case Mr. Coulson was the killer, he didn’t want Y/N to get hurt.

“Go. I can make it back on my own. Don’t worry, Bucky.”

Bucky nodded and ran back towards the house.

  Natasha and Clint were putting their clothes back on. As Natasha grabbed a brush to fix her hair, she looked over at Clint. “So, who did you spend your one call on?”

“What?” Clint looked up from buttoning his shirt. “What are you talking about?”

“You know, when you get arrested, you get one phone call. So, who did you call?”

“My dad.”

Natasha paused while brushing her hair. “No, you didn’t. I was sitting there when Chief Stark called your dad.”

“When I tried, there wasn’t an answer,” Clint said with a shrug. “Do you still doubt me?”

“No! I was just thinking it would be a good way to throw people off your track if you had used your one call to call me. But if you were making the call in the middle of precinct, you wouldn’t have been able to disguise your voice without someone overhearing.” Natasha was looking at Clint.

Clint seemed to deflate. “True. I promise I’m not lying to you.”

Natasha moved over to Clint and hugged him. “I trust you. We wouldn’t have done what we just did if I didn’t.” She moved back a little and looked at Clint in the eyes. “Seriously, I was just curious. I’m not accusing you of anything. I know you would never attack me.” Clint hugged Natasha.

“I love you, Nat.”

The door suddenly slammed open and a person dressed in the Ghostface costume jumped in. Clint pushed Natasha out of the way as the figure tackled him. A knife could be seen. Natasha backed away, terrified. “Clint!”

The figure stabbed Clint in the right shoulder. Clint screamed out, “Nat! Run! They’re after you!”

Ghostface stood up and made their way towards Natasha. She ran through the adjoining bathroom and slammed the door shut. She turned the lock and moved away from the door. The door splintered and broke in with a strong kick from Ghostface. They ran towards Natasha, who had climbed through the window. She looked down and saw a boat with the cover just below the edge of the roof. It didn’t look to be much of a drop. She saw the news van just a bit away.

“Help me! Someone please help!” Natasha screamed out. She held on to the window sill as best she could. Ghostface appeared in the window and grabbed her arm. They tried to pull her back into the house. Natasha yanked her arm away and felt herself freefall backwards. The feeling of weightlessness consumed Natasha. She braced herself for impact and felt the tarp covering the boat hit her back. She felt the wind get knocked out of her and she rolled her body, falling to the ground. She looked up at the window she just fell from and didn’t see Ghostface there any longer. As her gaze moved down the building, she saw the body of Wanda hanging from the garage door.

“No!” Natasha put her hands to mouth to cover her sob. She backed away and made a break for the van, hoping someone was there and they could call for help. As she got to the van, she started banging on the window. “Open up! Please help me!”

The door flew open and Sam looked surprised at Natasha’s state. “What happened?”

“The killer’s inside the house!”

“What? I haven’t seen anything.” Sam gestured to the screen, which was showing the feed from the house.

 Loki was sitting on the couch, watching the movie. He was unaware of the figure behind him. “No, Jamie. Look out.” Loki was just mumbling along with the movie. Ghostface moved closer to Loki and lifted up the knife, ready to stab.

 As Sam and Natasha watched the screen, they saw the figure moving towards Loki. “Oh, no. Loki.” Natasha was terrified, watching her friend become the next victim.

Sam threw open the door and looked towards the house. The front door was wide open and it was quiet. “Shit. 30 second delay.”

“What?”

Sam looked back at the screen and saw Ghostface suddenly move away from Loki without stabbing him. Sam turned around just as Ghostface jumped in front of him. They raised the knife and stabbed Sam in the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Sam let out a scream of pain and terror and fell to the ground. Natasha moved through the van, trying to escape Ghostface. She climbed out the back of the van and took off running, going straight for Bucky’s patrol SUV. She got into the car and slammed the door shut, hitting the locks. Natasha picked up the radio transponder and called for help. “Someone, please, there’s a killer here. We need help. Someone please send help!”

She looked to her right and saw Ghostface standing next to the car, the keys dangling from their hand. Natasha’s eyes went wide and she looked around her. The locks suddenly popped open, signaling the car was now unlocked. Natasha quickly hit the locks again, looking around her for a weapon. She did not hear the trunk door opening and Ghostface making their way into the SUV. Natasha saw a flash of white in the rearview mirror and realized what was happening. She unlocked the door and threw it open. As she was running to the house, Bucky appeared in the doorway, stumbling.

“Bucky!”

“Natasha! Run!” Bucky yelled, as he fell to the ground, a knife deep in his left shoulder blade. Natasha ran up to him, checking his body. She couldn’t tell if he was breathing or not. She grabbed his gun from his hands, looking around her. As she backed into the house, Loki and Thor ran up the front walkway, frantic.

“Nat! I just saw Wanda’s body. There’s a killer here!” Thor yelled as he ran up.

“Nat! He’s the killer!” Loki said, pointing at his brother.

“I’m not the killer! You are!” Thor said, turning on his brother.

Natasha trained the gun on the two brothers. She looked between them, unable to figure out which one was telling the truth. As they yelled over each other, accusing the other of being the killer, Natasha made a decision. “Fuck you both!” she said, as she slammed the door shut, locking it. Loki could be heard screaming a few moments later.

 Y/n made her way to her van, not a sound could be heard. ”Sam? Where are you?” She opened the front door of the van and sat in the driver seat. Y/N turned the van on, the windshield covered with a strange red hue. She turned on the wipers and realized the windshield was covered in blood. Y/N put the van into drive and started to go when there was a flash of black and white to her left. Ghostface reached in and started to grab at her. Y/N turned the wheel, trying to knock Ghostface off the side. She slammed on the breaks and then Sam’s body rolled down the front. Y/N let out a terrified scream and then threw an elbow into Ghostface’s face. They fell off the van. Y/N threw the van into reverse (she had no idea whether Sam was alive or not) and backed away. As she threw the van into drive, Ghostface popped back up and grabbed the wheel. The van careened towards a tree. Ghostface jumped off and Y/N stared in horror as the van drove straight into the tree. As it crashed, Y/N was knocked unconscious.

 Natasha was in the house, looking for a phone, when she heard a noise from at the top of the stairs. Clint fell into the bannister, blood running down from the stab wound in his shoulder. Natasha ran up to him, wrapping her arm around his waist. “Clint! I was so scared they killed you,” she said as they made their way down the stairs. “I radioed for help but we need to call. I don’t know if they got the message.”

Clint looked at Natasha, who had some cuts and bruises from her encounters with Ghostface. “I think there’s a phone in the kitchen.”

Natasha nodded and they made their way to the kitchen. As they turned the corner, there stood Ghostface. “Hello, Natasha, Clint.”

The voice came out unmodulated. Clint’s eyes widened in horror. “Mom?”

Natasha looked between Ghostface and Clint. “Mrs. Barton? You did all this?”

The mask was ripped off and there stood Clint’s mother. She had a smug expression on her face. “Yes. But I certainly didn’t do it alone.”

At that moment, Thor came in, dragging Phil, who was tied up with duct tape over his mouth. “Surprise!”

Clint looked at his mother. “How could you? Why?”

Mrs. Barton looked a little bored. “Oh come on now, Clint. You should know why. Your little girlfriend’s tramp of a mother is the reason I left. She slept with your father and destroyed our marriage, so I had to destroy her and her family. It was so easy to frame Bruce Banner for her murder. She never gave up on her slut ways.”

Clint clenched his fist. He turned to Thor. “And you? What do you get out of this?”

Thor looked rather pleased with himself. “Well, I always had the urge to kill. I just needed someone to help me figure out how to get away with it.”

Mrs. Barton interjected. “I found Thor in a serial killer chatroom. He just needed a little bit of encouragement, the kind only a mother could provide.”

Thor looked at Mrs. Barton. “She was fantastic. I needed some encouragement. Living in this small town, graduating high school and then going to college here? I’m bigger than this place. I wanted a way out and Mrs. Barton was happy to help. We came up with a whole plan.”

Mrs. Barton smiled at her protégé. She walked over to Phil, slipping the voice modulator into his jacket pocket. “It was easy to get to your father. He traveled a lot for work and didn’t interact much with people in town, so he didn’t remember me. On one of his trips, I posed as a violinist to get his interest. It was pretty easy to get information out about you. You know, he’s really quite proud of you. Too bad he’s going down for all of this.”

Natasha looked at her father’s terrified eyes. She tried to convey that everything would be alright, while trying to come up with a plan to take care of Thor and Mrs. Barton. Clint tightened his grip on Natasha. “I didn’t even know she was back,” he mumbled morosely.

Natasha looked over at him. She held onto him a bit tighter. Suddenly, Loki popped in with a bat and hit Thor in the back of the head. “Fuck you, brother! This has been a long time coming!”

Thor fell to the ground, still conscious, but dazed.  Natasha pointed the gun towards Mrs. Barton. “You’re never getting away with this.”

“Oh please. No one knows I’m back in town. I’ve been going by a different name for quite some time and anyone your father has talked to about me doesn’t know my real name. Good luck finding someone that doesn’t exist.”

Thor, slowly coming to his senses, grabbed the knife that he had dropped when Loki hit him with the baseball bat. He swung around and stabbed Loki in the side.

“No!” Natasha screamed out. “Loki!”

Thor laughed darkly at his brother. “I think that was overdue.”

Loki coughed, the pain in his side unbearable. “What, are you going to say the movies made you psycho?”

“Oh brother. Movies don’t make psychos. Movies make psychos more creative.” Thor then stabbed Loki again, this time in the arm.

Natasha, while Thor was focused on Loki, turned her attention to Mrs. Barton. She had the gun in her hand still. Natasha was torn. She struggled with the idea of shooting Clint’s mother. Though she had abandoned Clint, she was still his mother. Natasha wasn’t sure what to do. Clint noticed her hesitation and the gun in her hand. “Shoot her,” he mumbled as quietly as he could.

Mrs. Barton looked at her son and Natasha. “Clint, get away from her and I’ll make sure you survive this.”

“Why should I believe you? You fucking abandoned me! I didn’t do anything wrong and you left. Why should I trust ANYTHING you say?”

“Because I’m your mother and mother knows best.”

Clint reached for the gun and brought it up. Mrs. Barton realized too late what was happening. Clint, who had always been a crack shot, fired the gun. Mrs. Barton flew back as the bullet struck her in the chest. Her body crashed into the kitchen island behind her. Thor started to make his way over and Clint fired a single shot at Thor.

Natasha looked at Clint. She was at a loss of what to say to him. She took the gun from his hand and helped him onto the floor. “I think I’ve lost a lot of blood here.” Clint tried to joke.

“Stay right there. I’m going to call for help.”

“Where am I gonna go? I can’t even stand on my own.”

Natasha rolled her eyes with a small smile. If Clint was joking, then she knew he would be okay. She looked at Thor’s body lying on the ground. Loki, who was sitting a few feet away, said, “you know, they always make a comeback.”

Just then, Thor started to pop up. Natasha jumped back and fired a shot into his head. Thor fell back to the ground. The front door then flew open. Natasha, Clint, and Loki all let out a shout. Y/N came stumbling in. A sizeable gash on her forehead from the crash had blood pouring down her face.

She made her way over to Phil. She helped him stand up and took the tape off his face. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I think so.” He made his way over to Natasha and pulled her into a tight hug. “I’m so sorry.”

“Dad, you didn’t do anything wrong. You didn’t know who she really was.” Natasha hesitated, thinking on Loki’s words. She looked at Clint and then at Mrs. Barton. Clint nodded his head at her. Natasha aimed the gun and fired it at Mrs. Barton’s head.

Natasha walked over to Clint and hugged him. “I’m so sorry.” They whispered to each other at the same time.

“Why are you sorry, Nat?” Clint asked.

“I killed your mom. And my family is the reason she left you in the first place.”

Clint shook his head. “Nat, you are not responsible for all that. She made her decisions and apparently still didn’t want to own to what she did. She tried to blame you and your mother for her leaving. She didn’t have to stay with my dad. I wouldn’t have expected that, but she left me.”

Natasha had tears in her eyes. “So, why are you sorry?”

“My mom put you in this position.”

“You’re right. YOUR MOTHER did. Not you. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

The sounds of sirens could be heard in the background. Natasha helped Clint get outside. They sat down on the front steps, waiting for the ambulance. Y/N came out and stooped next to Bucky’s body. She put her hand on his uninjured shoulder. Suddenly, Bucky started to move. Y/N jumped back for a moment before leaning back over him. “Bucky? Can you hear me?”

Bucky groaned. “Fuck this hurts.”

Y/N felt relief. “Oh thank God you’re alive. It’s gonna be okay, Bucky. I think the ambulance is close. I can hear the sirens.”

Y/N looked over the yard and saw Sam’s body not far from where it fell from the van. Even though she generally did not get along with other people, she liked Sam. He didn’t put up with her shit, but he was a great camera guy. She saw Sam start to move. “Oh my God.” Y/N ran over to him. “Sam! What the hell?”

She dropped down next to him and turned his body over. Other than the stab wound to his shoulder, she didn’t see any other injuries. “Sam, are you okay?”

Sam blinked a few times and just looked at her. “Y/N, I was stabbed and then thrown off a van. How do you think I am?”

Y/N started to laugh with tears running down her face. “Well, your sense of humor is intact, so I’ll take that as a win. Do you think you can get up? I want to move closer to the house.”

The two made their way to the front porch. Sam dropped on his butt. “I’m done with today. You can do your own work.”

“Fair enough, Sam.”

The ambulances came, along with several police cruisers. Bucky, Clint, and Sam were loaded onto stretchers, with Natasha deciding to ride to the hospital with Clint. Loki was stitched up, but decided he didn’t need to go to the hospital, so Y/N convinced him to be her camera guy while she broke the story of a lifetime.

“This is Y/N Weathers with an eyewitness account to an amazing breaking story. Several more local residents are dead, bringing to an end the harrowing mystery of the mass killings that has terrorized this peaceful community, like the plot of some scary movie. It all began with a scream of 911 and ended in a blood bath. It all played out here in this peaceful farmhouse far from the crimes and sirens of a larger city…”

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The Little Things

-> Pairings: Jimin x Reader

-> Fluff fluffety fluff fluff // Domestic AU

-> Word Count: 1.8k

-> Summary: The Red Death. Auntie Flo. The Fire Nation. No matter what you call it, it sucks. The only good thing is you at least have your attentive boyfriend to take care of you.

-> Warnings: Fluff. Period Talk. Coco(Not a warning, it just has a place in my heart.)

A/N I wrote this when I was on my period and hormonal and this is the result.

Ever since you can remember, you’ve never been a person to cry. Now, you weren’t completely emotionless - you definitely have your fair share of stories that ended in tears - but you’ve always tried to remain calm unless you physically couldn’t anymore. Hit your elbow? Sucks, but you could deal. Run headfirst into a shelf and start rapidly bleeding from your head? A strange out of body experience to see that much blood, but you were more embarrassed than anything. A half empty water bottle being chucked at your face instead of the initial target? Hurt, but you survived. Unless you were in the worst pain imaginable, then you just dealt with whatever it was until it finally went away.

The one pain you could never deal with was the pain that came along with your period every month. It’s always been a battle for you ever since you started middle school, and the pains only got worse and worse as you continued to age. The cramps were always terrible. There was no, ‘they come and go’ or ‘usually every two months they go away!’. 

No.

Your cramps were always present and always painful. There were more months where no medicine worked to ease the pain than there were months that flew by like a breeze, and you don’t even want to think back on the whole birth control fiasco. You can’t forget about the waves of nausea that refuse to let you eat in the morning even just for toast like some hormonal pregnant woman, or the dizzy spells that plague you throughout the day when you least expect them to. The sore breasts that come two days before always annoy you when it comes to sleeping, not allowing for you to lay on your stomach comfortably. Or the pulse that you feel below your waist that will sometimes keep you from sitting on your perfectly, plump couch. But the arguable worst is when you think you have to poop, but you don’t. You leave your comfortable, no cramping or nausea position to retreat into the bathroom only to sit there and suffer more pain before you go back to bed or the couch and cry some more.

Every month is the same routine, and every month it always comes as a shock to you because you’re hoping something will magically change. (Plot twist: nothing ever does and probably never will.) Thankfully, you do have some company to keep you sane through the trauma that is your period.

“Baby, I have breakfast for you~” His sweet angelic voice calls from the doorway. He has the tray of food grasped tightly in both hands and is still dressed in his grey sweatpants and white t-shirt from the previous night, but you can’t see with the hood of his hoodie blocking your view of him. 

You’d move it, but that could compromise your comfort.

He comes closer to the bed and sets it on the nightstand next to you, being extra careful not to knock over your phone, water, or pain relief onto the floor. Gently, knowing how sensitive you are around this time, he takes a seat in the space you haven’t occupied at the edge yet, reaching out to remove the hood and show him your slightly pale face. He smiles, “You need to eat something for the medicine, baby.”

“Don’t want it. Doesn’t help.” You mumble, eyes remaining closed to concentrate on anything other than the smell of the eggs, rice, and toast. Just the smell of food was already making your stomach flip the other way, and you were not about to get up to run to the bathroom for some food.

Jimin sighs, already knowing you’d respond in this way. He wasn’t unaccustomed to this response, and this was just another month to add to the growing list you’d already started together. Every month you’d refuse, and every month he’d remind you that you had to eat to feel better even if you felt sick. Some months you’d be able to get through everything, but others you’d choose to eat only the rice or the toast. 

“Now, baby, what have we learned from every other month we’ve been through together?”

It’s your turn to sigh, knowing he’s right despite everything in you telling you to tell him that if he were dying you wouldn’t force him to eat when he didn’t want to. The rational part of you that hadn’t succumbed to the horror within knew you should do what he tells you. So - against your better judgement - you open your eyes to look at him, pouting at him since you didn’t feel like listening. “I’ll do it for you, but I’m not going to like it.”

“Come here, you big baby.” He laughs. He takes the one arm closest to him and helps you up, being mindful of the pain you’re feeling in your uterus as you move while he rubs your back with his free hand. He watches as you make a grab for the toast first, pulling it back to you so you can quietly nibble on it to yourself like a small rabbit. It makes him smile watching you eat, knowing that you’re taking care of yourself even if you hate doing it. “I know you don’t feel good, but you need something to eat or you’re going to get dizzy spells when you do start to feel a little better.”

You let out a small whine and lean back into his touch, leaning your head all the way back to rest on his chest. You look up at him, seeing him as if he were upside down, “But Jiminnie, I feel sick.”

“Maybe you wouldn’t feel sick if you didn’t twist yourself into a pretzel.” He teases, bringing a hand up to boop your nose lightly. 

You frown in response, “That’s besides the point.”

He uses both hands to push you back up from his chest, “No more talking until you finish your toast.” You sigh, but comply with his wishes anyway. 

In the end, he was right, and you did start to feel better after finishing the slice of toast in your hands, enough that you were able to enjoy the rice too. The warm food - despite the smell - set your stomach at ease from the nausea you were getting beforehand. It made you happy, and it made Jimin even happier to see you returning to normal.

“Feel better?” He asks, watching you eat the last spoonful of rice. You take the spoon out of your mouth and nod. He smiles, moving a hand to rub gently over your stomach. “I’m glad we were able to make you tummy happy.”

“It's not my tummy that wishes to be happy. My uterus wants a baby, and she’s punishing me for not giving her one!” You remind him angrily. In his defense, he wasn’t necessarily wrong, but your hormonal brain wasn’t going to have anything but the truth. You turn your attention away from your boyfriend to where his hand rests, raising a finger you wave towards his hand. “Stop being needy.”

Jimin chuckles, amused by your hormonal rage. He gets up from his spot next to you, grabs the almost empty dishes, and heads for the door. He calls over his shoulder, “Lay back down, baby. I’ll get the heating pad.”

You do as he says, finding a comfortable position and waiting in silence while he roams the house. It’s at times like this one you need full access to Disney movies. Why isn’t there a system that when you yell ‘Sleeping Beauty!’ it just starts the animation on your TV or laptop? A damn good invention it would be. But for now, you’ll just have to move from your comfy position to roll over and grab the remote from the opposite side of the bed. Moving back into your comfy spot, the only step left is to decide what to watch. Now, everything in you already knows what you want to watch, but you can’t make the decision without Jimin. 

It isn’t until Jimin comes back to the room with a heating pad in his hand that you give him a big smile, “Can we watch Coco?”

“Yes, we can watch Coco.” You happily set up the movie as he plugs the device into the wall, setting the heat so it’ll warm up and hopefully take away some of your pain. “I set it to three so it’ll get warm faster.”

He climbs into the bed with you - literally climbing over you - and takes his rightful place alongside you. He moves one arm under your head and pulls you in close as the movie loads on screen. With an added boost of energy, he uses his feet to grab the blanket at the foot of your bed and sloppily throws it over your bodies, doing his best to fix as much of it over you with one arm as he can until most of it is covering you. You can’t help but laugh, “Looks like chivalry really isn’t dead.”

The both of you watch the movie in peace, mouthing along with the lines as the TV plays. Occasionally, you’ll feel a small ache in your abdomen that makes you curl into the side of your boyfriend with the material of his shirt clutched in your fists. Every flinch has him rubbing your shoulder to ease your pain. He’ll whisper small phrases of encouragement like ‘It’ll pass, baby, don’t worry’ or ‘I’m right here. I got you.’ Just something simple to ease your aching. And just like every other month, his soothing touch and calming reassurance lulls you back to sleep before the early afternoon rolls in. 

Jimin can’t help but to watch you cuddle into his side, nuzzling your head into his chest like a pillow. You look so calm and peaceful like this, so beautiful. He can’t help but to smile at the thought of knowing he gets to witness moments like these with you. That if everything worked out well, then he could spend the rest of his life doing things like this with you and for you. Just the thought of a life with you has him pulling you closer and disrupting your peaceful slumber.

“Jimin…?” You’re groggy and half asleep as you try to blink yourself awake, moving your head in the direction of the TV. “I’m sorry, I fell asleep.”

“No, no, no, baby~ You sleep as much as you want! Rest up.” His encouragement doesn’t need to be given twice. You’re already snuggling into his side once more with an arm laying over his stomach and a leg thrown over one of his own.

You sigh, “You’re so good to me, Chim...just you wait until the beast leaves her den, then I can make it up to you.”

Oh, how he couldn’t wait for the day.