#this was a cute prompt this song is THEIRS okay

[doyelikehaggis]

Ballum + You Belong With Me!

It's free entertainment, really. Or it would be if it was more amusing and less sad to watch. Ben raises his glass and takes a drink, watching the little display at the other end of the bar. By his estimations, Callum has been on the phone with Whitney for five minutes now. It turned sour around the two-minute mark. 

He's not entirely sure why - it's a bit hard to get all of the context when he only has one side of the conversation, but he's pretty sure it's because she didn't like how Callum said something. It's ridiculous and insane, and a bit pathetic, if he's entirely honest. That doesn't stop him from taking some joy in it.

It's kind of hilarious, actually. The way that Callum and Whitney are so obviously wrong for each other. Seriously, even without the whole gay factor (which is kind of a big one, but still), they just don't work. 

She's sweet. So is he. The problem is that they're too alike. Callum needs someone different. Someone a bit rougher than him, and who pushes him, makes him feel things and question things (more than just his sexuality). Ben swallows thickly. It's bitter. And ironic. 

Perfectly timed, Callum looks right over at him. Ben freezes, lips parted with his glass resting against the bottom one. He doesn't look away. Neither does Callum, who seems to go still as well. The rest of the Vic and its noisy chatter might as well be white noise. For a moment, there's just them, and he thinks that Callum finally sees it too. 

He says something into his phone, sighs, and puts it away. His eyes dart back over in his direction. When Mick asks if he wants a drink, he waves him off and says something about needing to go. Ben watches him all the way to the doors and waits for him to disappear before downing his glass and following him.

He catches up with him easily. When he falls into step with him, Callum sighs again but doesn't tell him to piss off, so that's something. He decides to play along and stays quiet as they walk down the street, choosing instead to notice the worn-out patch on his jeans. It's endearing. 

'What's so funny?' Callum asks, and Ben lifts his head, startled. 'You're smiling.'

'Wasn't,' Ben says, quickly straightening his face out. He shakes his head to really drive it home. 'I wouldn't dare do such a thing. You might think I'm flirting with you and go all weak in the knees for me, and we can't have that.'

Callum rolls his eyes upwards. But there's a smile at the edge of his mouth and it ripples out into a laugh. Ben stares at him in awe; he's never heard him laugh, not properly. It's a genuine, albeit weary, laugh and it's... nice. It's nice. 

Raking his hands over his face, Callum comes to a stop and drops onto the bench. Ben watches him, unsure of what's happening or what to do as Callum stays buried in his hands. Finally, he reemerges, breathing out another laugh. 

'What's so funny?' Ben echoes back at him, only making Callum buckle more. 

He finally manages to answer, looking up at him. 'I have no clue.'

Ben wrinkles his brow and chuckles uncertainly, and he sits beside Callum. They don't speak. Callum hangs his head and glances up at him. It's easy to simply let the silence sit between them for a while. This is it. The way it's meant to be. It's a striking realization, one that hits him where he really feels, knocking the wind out of him. Callum inhales sharply at the same moment and looks away. Ben does, too. Maybe one day. Hopefully soon. 

[lnfours]

Heyyy congrats on the milestone🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

Can you please do prompt 6 and 9 from list 2 where lan picks drunk reader up from a night out and just kinda takes care of her

Thank you💜

thank u anon! also the thought of this warmed my heart in a way i can’t describe ☹️ alsooooo best friend!lando bc.. yeah!!!!!

prompt 6: “hey, you’re shivering…” followed by their hand gently tugging your body closer to theirs while they rest their chin on top of your head.

prompt 9: being extremely gentle when you’re close to them.

join the 12k and annual celebration!

“where’re you at?” lando’s voice sounded through the speakers of your phone. however, you didn’t catch the sound of the jingle of keys in the background, or the sound of his front door closing.

“mm,” you hummed, turning around on the sidewalk to look at the bar behind you, “harry’s?”

he chuckled softly on the other end of the phone, car door closing as he hopped into the drivers seat, “you don’t sound so sure.”

“‘m not,” you slurred, “whatever bar has the really overly talkative dj. can’t believe he decided to get on the mic during the only good song he played all night. can you believe that?”

he smiled on the other end, putting the pieces together on where you were, “well, what song was it?”

you hiccuped quietly, but he caught it on his end, “best song ever by one direction!”

“that asshole,” lando said, typing in the address for the bar you were at, “listen, i’ll be there in ten minutes, alright? you stay put. don’t go anywhere with anyone. got it?”

you fake saluted, even though he couldn’t see you, “yes sir,”

“good, okay, i’ll see you soon.”

“see you soon,” you smiled, hanging up the phone before sitting down on the curb in front of the bar. after sitting there for a few minutes, your friends had finally walked out of the bar.

“we’re heading back to abby’s!” your friend, jasmine, smiled, “you coming?”

“no,” you shook your head, “my ride’s almost here.”

“did you call an uber?”

“something like that,” you smiled, “don’t worry, i’ll be fine.”

“what do you mean ‘something like that’?” the blonde, abby, asked. her question was answered a few seconds later when a car pulled up in front of your group. the mclaren being a dead giveaway of who you called.

the girls teased you, a cluster of ‘aww’s and ‘how cute’s coming from them before you flipped them off playfully. lando rounded the back of the car, clad in a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants that was a sign that he had been planning on going to bed before you called.

“evening ladies,” he smiled at the girls behind you before looking down at you, “ready, princess?”

you nodded, sticking your hands out to him. he helped you up off the curb, noticing your shivering state. the nighttime breeze and the revealing dress you were wearing making you cold.

“hey, you’re shivering,” he said, pulling you into a hug and leaning his head on yours in efforts to warm you up, “why didn’t you bring a jacket? you know it gets chilly at night in the fall,”

you hummed, basking in his warmth and the smell of him. he smelled clean, like he had just gotten out the shower, with a hint of the scent of his laundry detergent. his cologne from the day before still lingering on his skin. he smelled like home.

“accidentally left it on my bed,” you mumbled into his chest, his head resting on top of yours, “wasn’t cold til i came out here.”

he chuckled, “probably helped sober you up a bit,” he said, pulling away from the hug and leaning down to brush a stray hair from your face, “hungry?”

you nodded and he smiled, “okay, let’s get you in the car.”

you let him lead you to the passenger side door. the both of you bidding your group a goodbye as they all watched with knowing smiles and smirks.

once he got you buckled, he closed the door and made his way to his own side. he pushed the heat up for your side of the car, wanting you to get warmth back into your body.

“what’dya want for food?” he asked, pulling away from the curb before looking over at you.

“really want pancakes,” you said.

“you want pancakes at,” he paused to read the time on the display of his car, “eleven o’clock at night.”

you nodded, looking over at him and god he couldn’t say no to that face, “please?”

“okay, pancakes it is.”

you smiled, absentmindedly reaching for his hand on the center console, your cold hands wanting the warmth from his body back, “your hands are warm,”

he smiled, letting you hold his hand in yours, despite the fact that they felt like icicles, “because i actually dress according to the weather, thank you.”

“says the man who wears hoodies in the middle of summer,” you retorted, “no room to talk.”

he laughed softly, pulling into the parking spot in front of his house, “got me there, i suppose.”

he managed to get you in the house easily, you sitting at the kitchen counter and watching him rummage through the cupboards to find the ingredients to make pancakes. you couldn’t help but stare at him in the dim light, your heart clenching in your chest as you watched him.

he was making you pancakes. at eleven at night. after picking you up from the bar. what about him wasn’t there to love?

your feet were moving before you could think about it, coming up behind him and wrapping your arms around his waist. he smiled as you leaned your forehead on his shoulder, his freehand coming down and placing it over yours.

“tired?”

you hummed in response.

“once you eat we can go to bed,” he said, his voice soft as he poured the batter into the pan, “promise.”

“can we cuddle?” you asked, picking your head up and smiling at him as he looked at you over his shoulder.

“whatever you want,” he smiled back.

[littlewhispersofsolitude]

30 Ways For Your OTP To Meet

They're seated on a bus together.

One of them loses their pet, and the other finds it in their yard.

One of them is kidnapped, and the child of the kidnapper takes to protecting them as best they can, even if it means getting into trouble.

One overhears the other talking about how cute they are to their friend, and this gives them a boost of confidence that causes them to go ask for their number.

They're the two main characters, written to fall in love with each other in a romance play.

One of them texts the other's number by accident.

On the same day every week, they both visit the park with their children.

One is a hairdresser and the other is a regular client of theirs.

The two are coworkers at a fast food place and upon meeting, they both immediately fall head over heals for each other.

One stands up for the other when they see them getting bullied mercilessly by some people.

One of them is homeless and the other buys them some clothes and shoes to help them warm up on a particular cold winter morning.

Their parents are good friends and they're forced to hang out together during all their dinners together.

They meet on an online gaming platform.

One of them has a parent that is a riding instructor, and the other is their client. The two meet when the client notices the other lying with their horse out in the paddock.

They're in the same class and are paired up together for a school project.

One accidentally calls the other's number, and the two end up chatting for hours.

One goes travelling, and after a while, they meet the other who is also travelling. The two decide to do it together.

One of them is new to the area and they like to wear pins, use phone cases, etc. to show people that they're a proud member of the LGBTQ+ community. The other notices them sitting alone in a coffee shop on their computer and soon after notices the pins, which encourages them to go say hello.

One of them is a single parent and their child loses their favourite stuffed animal at a fair. The other finds it and manages to find them to give it back.

Their friends pair them up on a date together.

One of them is the other's tutor.

The two are neighbors, and they meet when one locks themselves out of their house during a storm and asks to stay over for the evening until they can figure out how to get back inside.

The two are invited to a party by a mutual friend, and whilst they're both reluctant, they go anyways and end up sitting outside with each other as soon as they're introduced.

One of them is in an abusive relationship and the other is a friend of their abuser though they don't realise this is going on. The first time they come over, however, they meet the other and overhear multiple horrifying conversations between the two that prompts them to do something as soon as possible.

During their morning walk, they notice the other crying on their front porch, which causes them to stop what they're doing to see if they're okay.

One of them is singing the chorus of a song, and the other joins in as soon as they hear it.

They go outside wearing a hoodie with the words 'I need friends' imprinted on the front and back, just because they can. However, the other takes it as an invitation.

They're seated together on a plane and during a wave of turbulence, one of them instinctively grabs onto the other's hand for comfort.

They're trapped in a room together.

They're both animal lovers who meet at a dog park and instantly hit it off.

[seasonofthewicth]

Rowaelin Month - Day 3

prompt: a secret relationship

extras: multiple povs

cw: one very brief mention of nsfw topics

word count: 3k

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Fenrys knows his friends think of him as the joker of the group, and yeah he is hilarious, but there’s more to him than that. He can read the room, can pick up on the subtleties of whichever of his friends might need one of his jokes more than others on any given day. It’s a skill that makes him observant, watchful of people, and he notices things.

He’s not sure if Rowan and Aelin think they’re being subtle, and he’s not sure which of his other friends have picked up on the same things he has, but he’s pretty sure Aelin and Rowan are sleeping together.

He’s not completely sure, he doesn’t have any concrete evidence and they still act normally in the group, but he knows what he saw on the night of Elide’s birthday. He and Rowan have lived together for years and Aelin has crashed at theirs any number of times before but, until that night, she’d never emerged from Rowan’s bedroom the morning after wearing one of his t-shirts.

The material had completely drowned her. The short sleeves had hung to her elbows and the hem had been well down her thighs. She’d seemed somewhat… sneaky as she’d crept into their kitchen in search of coffee.

He knows not to read too much into things, friends share clothes all the time. He’s lost many hoodies to the collective wardrobe owned by their group of friends and he’s still pissed at Lorcan who he knows still has his The Cadre t-shirt from the gig they had attended a few years ago.

What Fenrys also knows is that friends don’t stand at the kitchen counter, holding the neckline of their friend’s shirt to their nose and grinning like an idiot.

He needs to speak to Aedion.

Elide has been friends with Aelin for years and that is more than long enough to know she’s almost always guaranteed to be late to their coffee dates. She’s not bothered, it gives her a few extra minutes to sip away at her own coffee reading her book with the general hum of the coffee shop lulling her into a comfortable rest.

It’s not long before her friend breezes into the coffee shop, the bell above the door ringing and signalling her entrance. It’s very Aelin, her entrance. The wind sweeps in fluffing her golden waves and her steps are full of purpose as she strides towards Elide.

“Sorry I’m late.” Aelin all but throws herself into the seat opposite Elide, smiling a bright smile for the relatively early morning they’re sharing.

“Don’t worry about it,” Elide says, finishing off her final swig of her first coffee. “Want me to go and get our drinks?”

“No, Ellie,” Aelin says, waving her hand. “First one’s on me. I was late, I’ll make it up to you.”

Aelin squeezes her hand before breezing back out of her seat.

She’s back only a couple of minutes later, finally relaxing into the large armchair she occupies. “So, what’s new with you?”

“Nothing much,” Elide shrugs. “Work is tough but nothing I didn’t expect.”

“I’m sure you’re smashing it,” Aelin says with a grin, then places her hand against her chest. “My little Elide, registered nurse taking the world by storm.”

Elide smiles, it feels good to hear those words, after all the sleepless nights and sweat and tears she’s finally where she wants to be.

Aelin continues, “You’re not pushing yourself too hard are you?”

“No,” she says and it’s the truth. “And even if I was, Lorcan is being wonderful.”

Aelin fake gags and Elide shoots her a mostly joking glare. “I find that hard to believe.”

“He is,” she says, thinking of the bath he had drawn her the night before and the massage he’d given her when she complained of her feet aching.

Aelin shifts in her seat as she nods along and the neck of her t-shirt slips down to reveal the ghost of a hickey on her friend’s collarbone. Elide raises an eyebrow.

Aelin looks down before grinning wickedly.

“Anything new with you?”

Aelin’s answer is interrupted by the arrival of their coffees in the hands of a handsome waiter.

“A large mocha,” he says and Elide raises a hand, “and a large cappuccino with cinnamon.”

Aelin raises her own hand. The waiter sets their drinks down, his eyes lingering on Aelin for a minute before he slowly backs away.

“Enjoy,” he says, his eyes still locked on Aelin. “Let me know if you need anything.”

He turns with a wink and Elide raises her other brow at her friend.

“Are you going to get his number?”

Aelin shakes her head. “Not today.”

Elide hums a response before leaning forward in her seat. “Why? You’d usually be all over someone like him, he’s exactly your type. Tall, muscular without being jacked, his curly brown hair, cheeky smile…”

She trails off when Aelin cracks a smile. “I guess I’m just not feeling it today.”

Elide wants to ask why again, she honestly might go over and get the guy’s number for her friend, when Aelin changes the subject rapidly.

“Are you going to Rowan and Fenrys’ later?”

Elide doesn’t process the change of topic until a little later on, once a couple more pieces have slotted into place. Eventually she’s pretty sure she’s worked out why Aelin didn’t want the cute coffee guy’s number.

She needs to speak to Lorcan.

Lorcan Salvaterre doesn’t like Aelin Galathynius.

He tolerates her at best for the sake of the rest of their friends but that said, he still probably wouldn’t want to see her hurt.

When Lysandra puts the message in the group chat-At the hospital with Aelin, dw they think it’s just a sprain-he reads it, absently thinks how he probably hopes she’s okay, and moves on with his day. He’s on his way to meet Rowan at the bar and if anything, Galathynius would want them to raise a toast in her honour.

What Lorcan doesn’t expect is the restless jittering of his best friend’s leg beneath the table, sloshing precious droplets of beer onto the table that his friend doesn’t even seem to notice.

“What’s the matter with you?” he asks as he slides onto his seat opposite the silver haired man.

“Nothing,” Rowan says quickly but his leg keeps up the restless pace.

Lorcan signals to the bartender for his own beer and turns back to Rowan. “Dude, chill out. There’s clearly something up with you and I’m not having you spill my pint.”

Rowan finally notices the state of their table and stills his leg. “Sorry,” Rowan says, using some of the beer mats scattered across their table to mop up the spill.

Now Lorcan really is confused. Usually Whitethorn would cuss him out over apologising. He doesn’t really know what to say.

His phone buzzes in his pocket and he ignores it as Rowan lurches for his own phone. He reads whatever’s on the screen then scowls and locks it again, placing it face up on the table. His knee begins bouncing again.

“You’re being weird,” Lorcan announces.

“Fuck off,” Rowan says and there’s the Whitethorn he knows and loves.

Lorcan opens his mouth to speak again but his phone buzzes and Rowan again lurches for his own. He chews at his lip as he reads whatever’s on the screen and so Lorcan bothers to dig his own phone out of his pocket.

It’s the group chat. He has a couple of unread messages, just Aedion and Elide expressing their concern for Galathynius as expected, nothing exciting. He locks his phone and places it on the table in front of him, watching Rowan for his next move. He’s definitely being weird and Lorcan has no fucking clue why.

His phone buzzes again and the screen lights up with the latest message. It’s Galathynius, he can tell from the stupid crown profile picture she has.

I’m alive, her message reads, just a sprain but I’m gutted bc I wanted a cast so you all could sign it.

Rowan is on his own phone when Lorcan looks back up, he’s tapping away but Lorcan doesn’t see any messages from him in the group chat. His knee has stilled under the table and Lorcan swears there’s something that looks like relief on his face. Relief? As if there was ever any danger of Galathynius not being fine.

Wait.

“Why the fuck are you so worried about Galathynius?”

Rowan’s eyes narrow and he carefully tucks his phone back into his pocket.

“I’m not,” he says but it sounds somewhat like a question and Lorcan isn’t convinced.

Until he decides he doesn’t give a shit enough to ask any more questions, Whitethorn seems back to normal and if Galathynius being fine is the reason for it he can think about it later.

And probably speak to Fenrys.

Aedion is drunk.

Like truly and utterly wasted.

So far a good night.

The rest of the group are somewhere dispersed around the bar but he’s happy here, tucked up in their booth, resting his head against the cushioned velvet while the room spins around him. He’s pretty sure Aelin is still in the booth with him and it might be Rowan with her but he’s too lazy to open his eyes to check.

He can hear the pounding base of a song he doesn’t recognise and he could fall asleep right here, somehow lulled to sleep by the beat and the volume of alcohol he’s consumed.

He doesn’t mean to listen to Aelin and Rowan’s conversation, even though he’s pretty sure it’s not intruding if they know he’s sat right there, but pieces of their conversation spike his attention.

“You don’t want me to stay at yours tonight?” he hears Aelin ask and Aedion is intrigued.

Lysandra is out tonight so Aelin has a safe ride home with her roommate and no need to crash at Rowan and Fenrys’ apartment.

“It’s not that I don’t want you to.” Rowan’s voice is low and hard to hear over the music. “But Fenrys is out with us and if I say I want to leave he’ll join me, then you know he’d ask questions.”

Aedion from tomorrow is screaming at him to pay attention to this conversation and so he keeps his eyes closed to try and listen in. He’s almost holding his breath to try and hear their voices over the noise of the bar.

They’re quiet for a moment and he’s so tempted to crack his eyes open.

“I know,” he finally hears Rowan say. “I’m sorry, Fireheart. We will.”

Hearing the term of endearment drop off Rowan’s lips is too much, it’s weird, he didn’t realise the two of them were close enough for Rowan to know about the nickname his cousin has. He risks opening one of his eyes to just a thin slit.

He’s not ready for what he sees.

Aelin is tucked under Rowan’s arm, resting her cheek on his chest. Rowan’s chin rests on the top of his cousin’s head before he softly presses his lips to her hair.

Aedion has many questions. He immediately closes his eye. He’s drunk, he can’t trust his eyes.

He hears rustling and then definitely his name from his cousin but it doesn’t sound like she’s talking to him.

Then, “Aedion.” Rowan’s voice has him blinking his eyes open and lifting his head from the booth.

They’re separated now, sitting with a couple of inches between them on the seat. Maybe he didn’t see them cuddled up a minute ago, he’s not sure.

“Drink this.” Rowan is holding out a glass of water, his tone leaving no room for protests.

“Hey,” he hears how slurred his voice is and catches Aelin’s laughter. “Thanks bro.”

Aelin puts her face in her hands. Rowan doesn’t crack, just waves the glass of water in front of him. He reaches out to grab it but he can see more than one of his hand reaching for the glass.

“Gods,” Aelin says, looking at Rowan. “Maybe you should take him home.”

“I will,” Rowan agrees quickly, looking at her softly and Aedion has about a million more questions. “I’ll get him to drink this first.”

Aelin nods and he finally manages to take a hold of the water and downs it in about a minute. Rowan slides out of the booth and holds a hand out to Aedion. He lets his friend tug him up and begins his stumble to the exit.

He feels Rowan pause behind him and catches the words, “meet you at yours afterwards.”

He manages to spin and see Aelin smiling as she leaves the booth too. He doesn’t bother to think about it, he probably won’t remember tomorrow.

He’ll ask Lysandra.

Aelin’s hand is clammy where she holds Rowan’s.

It’s the only sign of the nerves she feels, this conversation has been brewing for a while, and regardless of their friends’ reactions she’s happy with Rowan. Honestly, it’s only been about a month in total since that one night for Elide’s birthday that changed everything, but she thinks she might be falling for him.

She can’t believe she thought he was a dick when they first met. Well, she supposes he is a dick. One of the first things he ever said to her was that she was a spoiled brat but, in his defense, she’d just called him a stuck up bastard.

Now though she loves the thrill of his quick mind. Loves the way he can tease and taunt her until she’s trembling beneath him and about a second away from begging. She loves the soft kisses he presses to her hair when he knows she’s had a bad day, she loves when he comes back from work with a slice of chocolate hazelnut cake under his arm because he knows it will make her smile.

What she doesn’t love is keeping this a secret from all of their best friends. It started out as embarrassment, after they slept together on Elide’s birthday she didn’t know what it was, didn’t know if they’d just fucked everything up, didn’t know if their friendships were about to implode.

But then it happened again, and again and again, until it’s four am and she’s pressing her lips to his one last time so she can sneak out without Fenrys noticing and be home before Lysandra wakes up.

The sneaking around was hot at first. His hand over her mouth holding in her whimpers as he fucked her on the couch he shares with Fenrys, when he slid the pillow between her bedframe and the wall when Lysandra had texted asking if she could hear that weird banging noise, all the times they had cut it a little too close. But now, it’s exhausting.

She wants to be able to hold Rowan’s hand and kiss him without the wariness pooling in her stomach and she knows he feels the same.

“Guys,” she says loudly to the room filled with their friends. Rowan squeezes her hand where they’re hidden beneath a couch pillow. “We have something to tell you all.”

Five pairs of eves pivot to her and she swallows.

“Rowan and I are… dating,” she says slowly, as though she’s unsure of how the words will go down.

There’s a beat of silence before their friends erupt.

“I knew it!”

“I fucking told you they were.”

“Pay up you bastard.”

Lorcan scowls, pulling out his wallet and Aelin blinks. She did not expect this.

“Wait.” Lorcan holds up a hand. “Before I hand over any cash we need details. Dating or in a relationship? How long have you been dating? Who asked who? Who started this? Most importantly; when?”

She looks to Rowan who’s green eyes reflect her own bewilderment.

“Um,” he starts unsurely, “we’re in a relationship.” He punctuates this with another squeeze of her hand and she grins. The feeling of his fingers linked through her own spreads warmth up her arm before settling in her chest. “It started a few weeks ago.”

Her friends are all leaning forwards, still waiting.

“When exactly?” Lysandra asks. “Like what was the date?”

“Well, the first time was the night of Elide’s birthday.”

Fenrys launches himself out of his seat. “I fucking told all of you.” He holds his right hand out starkly in front of him. “Pay up all of you, I was right.”

There are complaints and grumbled protests but Fenrys ends up with a handful of twenties and Elide a couple of notes herself.

“Wait,” Aelin says, brushing a hand across her forehead as if this will somehow clear it up. “You guys bet on us?”

That seems to still the commotion coming from the other side of the room.

It’s Aedion who speaks. “Yeah,” he says in a way that sounds like duh. “You didn’t think you were subtle did you?”

“Kind of,” Rowan says eventually, leaning forwards to brace his elbows on his knees. “We weren’t obvious. And none of you ever seemed to let on.”

“Bro, are you serious?” Aedion laughs as Elide and Lysandra snicker.

“You seriously thought we never knew?” Lysandra sounds as baffled as Aelin feels. “All those texts I sent when I knew he was over? All the mysterious unnamed hook-ups on nights you and Rowan both disappeared together? All the times you’d think you were subtle but your lipstick would be on his neck? We have been waiting for this.”

She’s laughing and Aelin feels a bubble of laughter in her own throat. She can’t believe it. It had seemed to reach a point of obviousness but none of them had ever commented.

“I can’t believe you all knew,” she cries burying her face in her hands as Rowan slings an arm around her shoulders and pulls her in close. “Why did none of you say anything?”

“It was against the rules of the bet,” Fenrys says seriously and Rowan uses his other arm to dig his bicep, his laughter rumbling in his chest beneath her.

She smiles into the fabric of his shirt as the group erupts again, bickering over who knew first and who knew the most. Aelin doesn’t care, it’s gone better than she could have imagined and she has Rowan and her friends and she loves them.

A secret relationship no longer. It feels good.

[retvenkos]

sugar and icing | r.b.

HSMTMTS - Ricky Bowen x reader, fluff

tw: mentions of divorce

word count: 2.5k

A/N: @ my followers - thank you for reminding me that ricky bowen is a sweetheart who deserves the world.

prompt: we’re making cookies in the middle of the night while drinking hot chocolate, and wow your hair is messy but it looks so cute

Festive music drifted from the kitchen and dispersed throughout the house, almost covering the sounds of bumping cupboards and shuffling feet as (Y/n) rooted through the cupboards, looking for ingredients. (Y/n) had found their grandparents’ recipe for sugar cookies and, wanting to try their hand at baking, decided to ignore the mountain homework that mocked their holiday spirit, make a mug of hot chocolate, and get to work making cookies from scratch.

Wham!’s Last Christmas was finishing off it’s second to last chorus when there was a knock at the door. A text vibrated in the pocket of (Y/n)’s jeans immediately after, and they figured it was another relative or another, stopping by to drop off food and gifts.

“Be there in a minute!” (Y/n) called from their place in the pantry, still trying to grab the sugar that was trapped behind stacks of canned vegetables.

A muffled “okay” greeted them, and (Y/n) managed to slide the sugar out of its hiding place. When they finally opened the door, they were pleasantly shocked by who was waiting for them.

“Hey, Ricky.” Their tone was softer than they expected, revealing some of the tenderness beneath. If Ricky noticed, he made no mention of it, only smiled in greeting, shifting the backpack on his shoulder.  “What are you doing here?”

Ricky raised an eyebrow, the smile on his lips faltering just a bit. “You’re joking right?”

From inside, the oven beeped, announcing that it had been preheated. Ricky looked past (Y/n), peering into their home, expression turning into something akin to confusion. (Y/n) opened their mouth to make some response but faltered. Had they missed something?

(Y/n) slapped the pocket that had their phone in it. Suddenly, the text that they received seemed a bit important.

“I’m here for our English project.” Ricky supplied, the end of his statement sounding like a question. Realization dawned on (Y/n), a wave of relief that ended with a sour feeling in their stomach.

“Right,” (Y/n) let out a mix between a nervous chuckle and sigh. “I completely forgot about that, sorry.”

Ricky shrugged off their apology, seemingly more amused than anything else, and (Y/n) let him inside, already starting to complain about their English teacher. After all, who gives a lengthy project during a break?

(Y/n) led Ricky into the kitchen, where they had abandoned their school supplies on the dining table. They gestured to a seat where Ricky could set down his backpack and started rifling through their own, trying to find the folder where they had placed the instructions. (Y/n) continued to ramble, but when Ricky made no sound of response, they turned to him.

Ricky was paused by the kitchen counter, his eyes locked onto the mess that was strewn across the counter - ingredients, baking sheets, measuring cups and cookies cutters. (Y/n) rolled their eyes, walking to the oven to turn it off. “I was going to do some baking. I should have been preparing for this project, though.”

Ricky closed his mouth, making all the gestures to hum, but failing to make a sound. There was something sad in Ricky’s demeanor, a shift that made (Y/n) stand still, for a moment, letting their hand rest on the handle of the oven. The festive music was still playing  and the house was much more warm with the oven having been on, but for a moment (Y/n) felt frozen. Their thoughts came to rest on the boy in front of them, sobering their mood. 

He’d had a rough year, hadn’t he?

“You bake?” and his voice was distant, with a tinge of melancholy.

“Not much, no. I just found an old recipe and thought I’d try my hand,” they replied. Ricky blinked and nodded his head, bringing himself out of his stupor. He caught (Y/n)’s eye and they smiled gently. “Why do you ask?”

He averted his eyes. “My mom and I used to bake.... every year.” A ghost of a smile made its way onto his face. “Sugar cookies, too.”

(Y/n) hummed in acknowledgement, messing with the hem of their shirt. “The holidays must be rough.”

“Yeah,” Ricky sighed, “It’s just going to be me and my dad, this year - and he’s not much of a baker.” (Y/n) scoffed, and it was just enough to bring Ricky’s gaze back to them. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it.”

“Maybe, one day.”

He nodded, again. His curls bounced with the movement.

“Until then—” (Y/n) leaned back over the stove to restart the oven “—do you want to bake with me?”

Ricky’s eyes opened wide in shock, and for a moment, he was quiet. (Y/n) smiled at him and he eventually shrugged, pushing back the sleeves of his sweater. “Sure,” he breathed, “Why not?”

“You’re in charge of the most important parts, then.” (Y/n) walked over to turn up the music and Ricky washed his hands in the kitchen sink, still smiling softly to himself. “You’re making my family very happy, deciding to help out.”

“Oh yeah?” Ricky tossed the towel he used to dry his hands over his shoulder and (Y/n) passed him the butter. He put it in the mixing bowl and then took a glance at the recipe card, asking (Y/n) to measure out the sugar so he could cream the two together.

(Y/n) bumped shoulders with him when they poured it in. “I’m pretty sure they were worried I was going to light the house of fire. They went to visit relatives for the weekend, and they made a point of double checking the smoke alarm before they left.”

Ricky chuckled and (Yn) committed the sound to memory. “I can see why.”

(Y/n) gasped, just barely containing a laugh. “What do you mean?”

“The oven doesn’t need to be on until after the dough has chilled for three hours.”

(Y/n) could feel their cheeks get hot in embarrassment, and Ricky raised his eyebrows playfully.

“You’re terrible, you know that?” (Y/n) mumbled, turning off the oven once again.

“Oh, I know—” (Y/n) scoffed “—Pass me the egg?”

A new song blasted from the speakers and the two got to work, knocking elbows as they continued to go through the recipe. (Y/n) tried to sneak in an extra teaspoon of vanilla but Ricky had caught them red handed, and in retaliation threw a bit of flour their way. (Y/n) couldn’t be bested, and after the ensuing war, (Y/n)’s jeans were smeared with flour and Ricky’s cheeks and hair were powdered white.

When they popped the dough in the freezer to chill, (Y/n) made Ricky a hot chocolate, claiming that it would be the best he had ever tasted. Maybe they didn’t know how to bake, but (Y/n) made a mean mug of chocolaty goodness. When they passed him the mug, (Y/n) couldn’t stop themselves from smiling. It had been a while since they had seen him this carefree - with mussed hair, a dopey smile on his face, and his sweater rolled up to his elbows.

“You’re right.” Ricky inclined his head in mock reverence, laughter still burning in his eyes. “This is truly the best cup of hot chocolate I’ve ever had.”

“Told you. It’s all in the milk.” (Y/n) leaned against the counter with a contented sigh, allowing themself a moment of peace before diving into the English project that still lay on the dining table, woefully unfinished. They could complete a good deal of it in the three hours the dough needed to chill, and since Ricky’s dad was working all day and (Y/n)’s family wouldn’t be back until Monday, they had all the time in the world.

Ricky, ever observant, caught their gaze and appraised the weight of their sudden bout of pensivity. Deciding it wasn’t anything too severe, he took another sip of his hot chocolate, allowing Baby, It’s Cold Outside to take precedence. For a moment, the two just basked in the other’s presence.

“Thanks, for this.” Ricky eventually spoke, his hand tracing the rim of his mug. “The baking, I mean. It was fun and... it made me forget for a while.”

“Of course,” and there was no denying the sweetness in (Y/n)’s voice, the softness that was only meant for the two of them. Ricky must have noticed it this time, because his brown eyes sparkled with a particular type of fondness that made the room brighten.

(Y/n) looked down their mug, and the dark liquid that sat within. “And Ricky,” they took in a breath, “I know things are changing, but I’ll always have a place for you, if you ever need one.”

A silence followed their words, and (Y/n) didn’t dare move, wondering if they had somehow overstepped, or pushed him over the edge.

Then, Ricky’s had closed over theirs, warm and tight. (Y/n) looked up and Ricky had grateful tears in his eyes, pooling but not quite spilling. Even still, he was beautiful in a way that few managed.

“And,” (Y/n) all but whispered, “if these cookies are half as good as I hope they are, I’ll be calling you at all odd hours of the day to have you make them for me. You won’t be able to get rid of me, even if you tried.”

Ricky laughed lamely, pulling his hand away to wipe at his wet eyelashes.

“I don’t think I want to get rid of you.”

(Y/n) didn’t dare breathe for the few seconds that his words still bounced in their mind. “That’s good.” (Y/n) smiled and crossed the room, grabbing the things needed for their project, not not missing the way Ricky’s eyes followed them, but trying to force the butterflies in their stomach to focus on anything else.

“So,” (Y/n) slid Ricky’s bag over to him and sat their own supplies down on the freshly wiped counter. “Wuthering Heights, huh? Ready to slave over it for the next three hours?”

Ricky made a noncommittal shrug, but he slaved anyway; between mugs of hot chocolate, dollops of royal icing, and the occasional wayward glance at the other, the two worked on their English project semi-effectively. By the time they were done, the sky had darkened outside, stars just peeking out of the inky black sky. Despite their hot drinks, the cold was creeping in and when it was time to preheat the oven, both were grateful.

After three hours, (Y/n) didn’t want to write about any Catherine’s ever again, their brain completely fried by the moor metaphors and the cousin relationships. Ricky didn’t seem to be faring any better, still reeling from the idea that Heathcliff was both a romantic hero and the antihero of the story.

Suffice to say, when they had finished for the night, both (Y/n) and Ricky were immensely grateful. Rolling out the dough and cutting out star shaped cookies was a welcome distraction from their homework, and when the smell of baked sugar cookies filled the air, (Y/n) agreed with the singer on the radio that it was, indeed, the most wonderful time of the year.

Decorating the cookies had been harder than it looked, (Y/n) quickly learning that piping bags were surprisingly difficult to work with. Despite getting more icing on their hands than the cookie, Ricky has said they did a great job - much better than he did, the first time he baked sugar cookies. Both of them had rummaged through the cabinets and when they found red sprinkles, (Y/n) had covered their cookies in them, hiding the imperfections.

(Y/n) was licking the icing off of their fingers when it was finally Ricky’s time to impress with his decorating prowess.

“Are you ready to be amazed?” Ricky held a piping bag with canary yellow icing, a grin on his face and a laugh on the tip of his tongue.

“So ready.”

Grabbing a sugar cookie with a more complicated edge, Ricky iced it experty, with a perfect border. In his concentration, his tongue stuck out just a little bit, making (Y/n) laugh, a sound that was infectious. Ricky tried to scold them for making him laugh, claiming it was endangering the process, but at the end of his craftsmanship, the cookie was perfectly iced, by all accounts.

“For you,” Ricky gave them the cookie with an exaggerated flourish and (Y/n) hated the way they giggled - like a lovestruck teenager who couldn’t handle their crush on their best friend.

“Well, I’d offer you one of mine, but…” (Y/n) gestured to their failed attempts at icing, their lines wobbly and the center not evenly smoothed. Ricky chuckled at their embarrassment, and picked up the worst looking cookie there was.

“I think this one’s perfect.”

(Y/n) scoffed.

“I mean it!” Ricky sounded genuine enough, but (Y/n) looked at him, deeply unimpressed. “I’ll prove it”—and he pulled his phone out of his back pocket—“by taking a photo for Instagram. I hope you know I only post the best content.”

(Y/n) washed their hands in the sink, calling over their shoulder. “Including that blurry video of you and Big Red hiding from Miss Jen?”

“That was tech week and Miss Jen was so close to killing us.” Ricky was laughing through his story, the strength of it shaking his whole body and turning his photos blurry. (Y/n) dried their hands and picked up the cookie Ricky made for them gingerly. They smiled at him a bit before nibbling at the edge of the cookie, wanting to savor it for a reason that wasn’t apparent to their conscious mind, but felt right. “We hid in the costume department and she never managed to find us.”

“I’m glad she didn’t.”

Ricky turned to (Y/n) and held their gaze for a moment, laughter dying on his lips, but his happiness omnipresent. He blinked and set down the cookie.

“See?” Ricky took a step closer to (Y/n) and angled his phone at them. On the screen was a picture of the cookie he chose, still awkward looking - even with a filter - and in the background was (Y/n), smiling at Ricky like he hung the moon and stars. “Perfect.”

It took a moment for (Y/n) to register that he wasn’t looking at the picture, anymore.

(Y/n) turned to look at Ricky, staring into his dark brown eyes as though searching for something, and found him returning their gaze. They were inches apart, close enough that it wouldn’t take much to close the gap…

“You’re perfect.” The words slipped out of their mouth before (Y/n) could stop themself. Maybe they had found what they were looking for.

Ricky’s eyes flicked down to (Y/n)’s lips, but he was quick to level them again. (Y/n) noticed some flour on his cheek and had the urge to touch his cheek and wipe it off. Ricky wet his lips before speaking. “I’m not misreading this, am I?”

“No,” (Y/n) gave their head the slightest shake and kissed Ricky, allowing their free hand to do what it desired. His cheek was hot beneath their touch and he tasted sweet - like sugar and icing.

-- taglist: @theletterhart​, @brokenandheadoverheels​, @neelia-thedaughtherof-athena​ // message me if you want to be added!

[starrypawz]

Okay these prompts are ADORABLE. ♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort, Gerry & Nemo? 😚

Intimacy Prompts

AO3

Gerry’s not sure what the consensus is on how many blankets is considered too much, but he has a feeling Nemo is very close to hitting that mark.

But he will admit, he is very cosy even if it was a bugger at first to find a way to fit his tall frame in here comfortably. But here is is, Gerard Keay spending his Friday night tucked into a blanket fort and getting a crash course on Disney movies.

(And he admits they’re not actually that bad, even though he knows a lot of the source material is a lot more… grim than what’s being put on screen (And it’s no wonder that there’s a Leitner masquerading as a rare print of Sleeping Beauty), he can admire them from an artistic perspective at the least, appreciate the skill involved in animation by hand and it could be interesting to do some studies based on the backgrounds, although he has a feeling he’s going to have ‘Once Upon a Dream’ stuck in his head for a week)

(He’d also found he’d appreciated way more than he expected when on admitting he’d never actually watched a Disney movie that Nemo didn’t make fun of him for it and had instead pulled out a tape from the small pile in their room and had quietly offered they watch them together)

“So you brought these with you?”

“Mhmm,” Nemo sighs, voice still a little too quiet for comfort as they pull a blanket tighter around them, “Seems silly but-”

“It’s not that silly,” Gerry notices at the video glitches a little at the edges as The Narrator helps Tigger (Who Gerry has realised in a very short period of time he’s become quite attached to) down a tree, “These mean a lot to you right?” “Yeah,” Nemo presses against him, “Used to watch this one a lot with my grandad especially when-” Nemo’s voice cracks a little and comes dangerously close to sounding like a whisper.

It had sounded like that when he’d first come over that evening, he’d had a hunch something was off solely based on the way Nemo had replied to his recent texts (Thank God for the fact he’d finally been able to get a mobile phone). So he hadn’t so much as asked to come over as say ‘I’m coming over’, and it turned out that part of that had involved picking the lock on the front door (And he did wonder for a brief moment if it was weird he was glad for that over having to deal with one or more of Nemo’s housemates?)

It hadn’t been as bad as he feared (Not that that said much). As he made his way to Nemo’s room he could feel that icy fingertip sensation trying to go down his spine and then worm it’s way into his chest and at one point it nearly took the breath out of his lungs. Placed his hand on the door and it felt like he was trying to push against a thick wall of fog and something was pressing on his brain for a moment and holy shit that fucking hurt. “Nemo,” He’d called out, “Nemo it’s me, let me in,” and he’d managed to push through. Found Nemo bundled up on their bed, reached out, found them chill to the touch but still breathing (thankfully).

“Gerry?” Their voice barely audible

“I’m here Nemo, I’m here,”

And then several hours, a few cups of tea, half a packet of chocolate biscuits, a warm shower and clean pajamas they were bundled up together in a blanket fort.

“You don’t need to get into that now,” Gerry soothes and sighs softly, reaches out and tucks a lock of dark hair behind Nemo’s ear, his fingertips just graze the skin behind, Nemo still feels cold but it’s more ‘went on a walk on a brisk autumn morning and forgot your hat’ cold rather than deep bone aching chill. He takes that as a good sign.

“What do you think about Winnie the Pooh?” Nemo asks. Gerry smiles and wraps his own blanket around Nemo’s shoulders and pulls them in as close to him as he can manage, knows he’s got enough body heat for the both of them. (And tries not to think too much about how he feels his pulse jump as they snuggle into his side and how it’s just so natural to put an arm around them as they do so, and how yet again they fit perfectly under his arm)

“I like it,” “You do?” “You sound shocked,” “Half expected you to say something about it being juvenile,”

Gerry laughs, “It’s aimed at children of course it’s juvenile but that doesn’t make it bad,” He pauses, “I think I’ve read some of the stories?”

“You did?” “Yeah,” Gerry pauses.

“Surprised you were allowed,”

Gerry shrugs, “Well wasn’t necessarily allowed but old copies of the books come into the shop often enough and they’re not exactly rare and she doesn’t care that much for books that aren’t rare,”

“Is this where you tell me there’s a Winnie the Pooh Leitner out there?”

“I don’t think there is, I mean I haven’t seen one,” Gerry snorts, “It would probably be a Hunt one,”

“Would you be chased by a bear? Or turned into a bear?” Nemo’s voice starts to get louder, at least by Nemo’s standards which Gerry takes as another good sign, “I don’t know what would be worse-”

“Could turn you into a teddybear,” Gerry snorts, “No that’s ridiculous, The Stranger has a thing for dolls, not bears,”

“You’re probably going to run into that one next-” “God I hope not,” Gerry sighs.

“Why does nearly every conversation we have end up coming back to Leitners-” “You started it this time,”

“I know,” Nemo nudges him.

“I like the tiger,”

“What?” “You know the tiger in Winnie the Pooh, I like him,” “He’s not a tiger, he’s a Tigger!” Nemo tuts, and pulls back, “Didn’t you listen to his song?”

Nemo snorts taking in Gerry’s shit eating grin, and lightly punches him in the arm, “You arse,”

He watches as Nemo laughs, and he’s pretty sure he’s never been so glad to see someone do so. And they’re so close to him, (again) and he’s thinking about their lips (again), and how cute their laugh is (again), and how they have a cute nose and cute freckles and cute eyes (again) and how maybe just maybe he could just...

He leans over, Nemo leans in and he takes the chance to finallybrush his lips to theirs. He feels Nemo tense up the moment it happens and the word sorry is ready to spill from his lips the moment he pulls back.

Instead when he does, Nemo says (and he swears he sees a spark in their eyes) “Do that again,” And he does.

His fingers reach out to cup Nemo’s cheek and he can feel their skin finally starting to warm properly under his fingertips. He kisses soft but bolder, Nemo kisses back just as bold, buries their hand in his shirt as they climb into his lap. And they kiss And they kiss, and are tangled in blankets and Nemo laughs breathlessly between kisses, and he laughs too and Nemo gets their fingers under his shirt and he shivers realising their fingers are still a little cold but it’s fine. He feels the warmth that started at their lips travel through their body and concentrate in his chest. And he feels something tug at him deep down in his chest and…

And then one of them? Both of them? Pushes too far and the blankets above their heads collapse but it’s fine. Both laughing breathlessly as they lay there tangled in blankets and he presses a kiss to the tip of their nose.

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Success

Summary: You set up different students together on dates. What happens when your crush wants to be set up, as well?

Oneshot full of fluff and mutual pining!

Word Count: 1,619

Mingyu X Reader [Wonwoo, Jun, and Nayeon Mention]

Not Requested

Prompt: 12. Playing Holiday matchmaker basically having a stand like Sally from the Peanuts-- 

It was October twenty-first when I decided to play matchmaker. Wanting everyone to have someone to hold during the holidays and make a quick buck. Sure, I could have done a kissing booth, but getting Mono does not sound fun. It took two days to set up my stand outside of the school building. “(Y/n)’s Matchmaking Magic” painted in white in front of a pink heart on a yellow stand. Wanting to attract everyone at my school to come over to my stand. 

Day one went smoothly, with quite a few people picking up applications. Day two the same with a few people handing theirs in. Day three and four dragged by, I had one or two visitors, and neither picked up or dropped off an application. Both of those days, I was comparing matches, seeing who has the best compatibility. The fifth day at lunch I called over a promising looking couple. Telling them the arrangements I made, and they both seemed happy. 

After the weekend, I came back to my stand during lunch. To see both of them standing in front with matching gleaming smiles. They tell me about how well their date went. How much they appreciated my work that they recommended me to all their friends. My heart swelled at the compliments, and I told them how happy I was to see it worked out for them. 

I had a major influx that week, more people picking up and dropping off their applications. It got to the point where I ran out on Thursday. I could not believe my eyes, I had made two hundred copies, and I ran out. But that didn’t stop people from coming over. Telling me what their personality was like and what they are looking for in someone. As I wrote everything down in my notebook, hoping to catch every last detail.

Before I could head to the printer, there was one last person that walked up to my stand; someone who I didn’t expect or want to come to my stand. Not because I hated their guts, no quite the opposite. You see, I have been harboring the biggest crush on Kim Mingyu since I first laid eyes on him in eighth grade. I’m a senior in high school now, so if that gives you any indicator,... 

“I heard you ran out of applications,” I nod, “Would you mind if I apply anyway?” I shake my head 'yes', “Go right ahead, I’ll write it in my notebook.” He describes himself as tall, clumsy, and a puppy. I couldn’t agree more, and he continues explaining that he sucks at math. I want to snicker and tell him I could help him out. But I resist, and he tells me what he’s looking for in someone. Someone bright, kind, easy-going, and hopefully good at math. My brain couldn’t stop going, ‘One plus one makes two, say you’re his type!' Having to physically fight my brain was not on my agenda today, but it may be the front line page of tomorrow's news. I look up at him, “Any interests you would want in common?” He nods, “Someone who loves music and basketball.” All I can hear is my brain go, ‘Check, check, and check. Any more qualifications? I bet I can meet them.’ I smile at him, and I ask him if there is anything else. He shakes his head and says, “Thank you, (Y/n), I appreciate it. I know you can find the perfect match.” If it wasn’t for my name being on the stand, my heart would be beating out of its chest. 

I tell him it’s no problem and I’ll make sure he has a date for the holidays. He smiles, and with that, he walks away, and I walk to the office to print out more applications. Why did he of all people have to come to my stand? I fight with my brain to erase his beautiful smile from my mind. It’s not like I haven’t talked to him before, rather I’ve been his partner in math more than half of the time. Always helping him out as he makes me laugh about the simplest of problems. Why is he good-looking, funny, and kind? I shake my head ignoring these thoughts as I collect the applications and set them back on my stand. I set my arms on the plywood and sort through all the applications, and make pairs. Setting different people up for dates; when I notice someone who matches Mingyu’s type perfectly. I sigh and place their papers together. You can’t always get what you want is what that one Rolling Stones song says. 

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On Friday, I call people over to my stand and tell them who I set them up with. When to arrive and what to wear. This part has to be the most fun up until I reach Mingyu and his soon-to-be-partner. I sigh and call him over, and his eyes are bright with a million stars, and has a cute smile playing on his lips. I shake my head of those thoughts as Wonwoo joins us. “Okay, so I set you guys up for Sunday at the Stone Cafe at 10? What do you think?” Wonwoo smiles over at Mingyu and Mingyu smiles back at him. They nod and I tell them specifics, and when Mingyu walks away. Wonwoo stays behind and asks, “What do I wear?” I smile knowing Mingyu pretty well, “Anything that looks nice. Mingyu is going to like whatever you wear.” He smiles and thanks me since I calmed his nerves down.

I go to the restroom and lean my head against the stall door. Ugh, why did I do this to myself? I could have set myself up with him. At least they will be happy together if Mingyu is happy then I am. I look through the few remaining applicants. Man, I need a date, I think to myself as I settle on the last few pairs. 

Monday comes around, and Wonwoo approaches my stand. He scratches the back of his neck, and I ask, “Did it go well?” He kind of grimaces, “Oh no, what happened.” He sighs, “It was on accident, but he spilled his pop all over me, and I was wondering if you had anyone else in that pile.” I wish to sigh in relief as I go through a few, “Well, I have two options for you, Nayeon or Junhui?” He looks over both applications and tells me Nayeon. I nod and tell him I’ll make the arrangements later today. 

Twenty minutes later, and Mingyu is telling me his date did not go well. How he spilled pop all over Wonwoo’s cashmere sweater and that he felt so embarrassed he paid for the whole meal and left. Jeez, no wonder Wonwoo wanted to go out with someone else. Although Mingyu is such a cute and sweet mess that I wouldn’t mind it. I have three more applications sitting in my lap, and I go over each, and he decides on Junhui. I agree wishing him better luck; instead of leaving, he asks me. “Have you set yourself up with anyone yet?” I shake my head, ‘no’, “I never got around to it.” He nods, “Well, since you listen to how everyone’s dates go. How about I return the favor when you go out with someone.” I thank him and wish to tell him that I want to go out with him and no one else. But the cowardly lion covers my mouth with its paw. He smiles and waves me goodbye, and my heart longs for him to stay.

Mingyu has yet come to see me, and it’s been a week since his date with Junhui. I guess it went pretty well, feeling proud and sad at the same time. I didn’t even know I could feel both of those emotions at the same time. Business went as usual when I noticed I haven’t seen Junhui since he dropped off his application either. I knew he was kind of shy, but he seemed so friendly. I mark on my calendar another arrangement. Nayeon told me how well her date with Wonwoo went. That he even asked her to be his, and I couldn’t help but share her excitement. Nearly everyone I have set up has been happy with my choices. 

That’s when Mingyu comes over, “Hey,...” I dread his tone already knowing it didn’t go well. “How did it go, Mingyu?” He pouts, “Not well,...” I pout back, “Why’s that?” He sighs, “I told them the truth.” I tilt my head to the side, “The only reason I came over to your stand was so I could spend time with you,...” I furrow my brows at his statement, “Okay, but what does this have to do with the dates?” He sighs, “Everything,... I would like to go on a date with you instead.” He scratches the back of his neck, and my jaw hits the floor. Kim Mingyu wants to go out on a date with me? My heart nearly goes into cardiac arrest. I smile at him and say, “I’m free Friday.” He smiles and says, “6 pm?” I nod and ask, “Stone Cafe?” He shakes his head, ‘no’, “Let me surprise you.” I shrug and agree when he leaves, I can’t catch the little ‘yes’ that escapes my throat. 

Jun comes over later, and I hook him up with Minghao, the only other applicant I have left. He agrees, and needless to say, everyone that got paired up at this stand has been a success. But you try sometimes, you find, you get what you need. 

[lucalewds]

Only You (Sun Wukong x OC) [NSFW]

Prompt: “You’re so cute when you blush like that~!”

This is also an AU where Sun Wukong doesn’t get rid of his mask. It’s too pretty. He’s pretty too but that mask... how could you just get rid of it...

Also GAY SMUT HAPPENS. Not explicit, it’s vanilla stuff mostly so don’t expect heavy smut.

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Jìngyi cleaned off the last table in the bar, taking the shot glasses and plates from it and putting them in a sink in the kitchen. He exhaled in relief knowing his shift was finally over. He took his apron off, hanging it up on a hook next to the exit.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow!” Jìngyi called out to his coworkers before grabbing his stuff and heading towards the door.

He opened it, relieved to finally leave his stupid and exhausting job and relax—

“Jìngyi~!” A man in a golden mask said cheerfully, startling Jìngyi.

“AAAH!!” He yelped, tripping over his own feet and falling over onto the wet concrete.

“Hey, everything okay out there?” A coworker asked, leaning back to look at the door.

Jìngyi stood up, looking at the man who startled up. It was Sun Wukong. It was always him. Jìngyi huffed, picking himself up.

“I’m fine! I saw a rat. An ugly one.” He shouted back, giving Wukong an annoyed look.

He couldnt see it, but Wukong was obviously chuckling quietly underneath his mask.

“We need to do something about that.” The coworker said before going back to what he was doing.

Jìngyi shut the door before lightly hitting Wukong in the arm. “Don’t do that!”

Wukong laughed. His laugh always made Jìngyi smile which wasn’t helpful when he tried to be upset with him.

“Sorry sorry! It’s just too easy.” Wukong replied.

Jìngyi rolled his eyes, shaking his head with a small smile. He started walking, Wukong right next to him.

“Going home?” Wukong asked, walking backwards to talk face to face.

“I was but I’m guessing you want me to come over again.” Jìngyi replied.

Wukong gasped. “How’d you know?”

“I know you so well.”

“Sooooo...?”

“... Fine. But I can’t be up too late. I still have work tomorrow.”

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“Drink?” Wukong asked, holding up a bottle of god knows what up.

“Ugh, please.” Jìngyi replied.

Wukong smiled, pouring two glasses and climbing down to sit next to him on the couch.

“How was work?”

Jìngyi looked at him, knowing his question wasn’t serious. He sighed and took one of the drinks.

“My boss had a whole tantrum AGAIN,” he explained before taking a sip of his drink, wincing at he strong taste. “All of us where doing our job, I was cleaning tables as usual and suddenly, he slapped the tray I was holding out of my hand and started SCREAMING at me!”

“Yikes...” Wukong mumbled.

“I know. I just don’t understand...”

“You could always—“

“I’m not quitting.” Jìngyi gave him a stern look.

Wukong held his hands up. “I didn’t say that!”

“You were going to.”

“... yeah.” He chuckled.

Jìngyi sighed, running his hand through his black hair. “You always suggest that I quit...”

“Because I take care of you.”

“You give me money.”

“More than your job does...” Wukong mumbled in a sing-song voice. “Plus, I don’t ONLY give you money. Sheesh, you talk like I use you like a toy.”

“I know I know. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make it sound like that.” Jìngyi leaned back, taking another sip of his drink.

A long silence took over the entire room as the two silently drank. Wukong looked over at Jìngyi who was very obviously tense and stressed from his work. Wukong smiled before putting his drink down and scooting closer to him.

“C’mon, I invited you over to have fun. Not make yourself more upset.”

“I know,” Jìngyi sighed, putting down his drink. “Sorry... I know you’re trying your best to make me happy...”

“Don’t be sorry. But just for tonight at least, relax and have fun...” Wukong wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him close. Jìngyi felt his other hand move up his body slowly and almost discreetly.

Jìngyi shivered a bit, chuckling softly as his face turned a bright red.

“Oh, I see what you’re doing...” Jìngyi said with a knowing smile.

“What do you mean?” Wukong said, tilting his head.

Jìngyi shook his head. “Look, if you’re gonna seduce me, you better take that mask off first.

Wukong nodded, pulling away and taking off his mask. He placed it on the table in front of them as Jìngyi looked at him lovingly.

Once Wukong noticed the look on his face, he chuckled and pulled him close.

“You’re blushing!” he said teasingly.

“Am I?” Jìngyi replied, wrapping his arms over his partner’s shoulders.

“Mhm! You’re so cute when you blush like that...~!”

Jìngyi chuckled, leaning closer to his partner. Wukong held his waist gently, pulling him close.

“Are you going to kiss me already?” Jìngyi asked teasingly.

“I’m going to do way more than that, my love...~”

“Then why not get to the point, huh~?”

Jìngyi was suddenly pushed onto his back. He let out a grunt before Wukong leaned down to kiss him passionately. He kissed back, wrapping his legs around Wukong’s waist. He felt Wukong’s hand trail up his body and unbutton the top of his shirt. The two pulled away for air as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt one by one. Jìngyi bit his lip as Wukong took his shirt off and stopped to admire his body.

“You’re beautiful...” he said softly.

“You always say that...”

“Because it’s true...”

Jìngyi chuckled, grabbing hold of his robe. “Your turn...~”

Wukong pulled away from him, taking off his robe as Jìngyi sat up to take off the shirt underneath. Once they were off, they went back to kissing as Wukong pulled him onto his lap.

“You’re already so hard...~” He whispered in his ear as he went to kiss his neck. Jìngyi giggled, grinding against him slowly. Wukong let out a low growl as he grabbed his hips, grinding roughly against him.

“Wukong... please...~” Jìngyi moaned softly.

“Please what, my love...? Speak up...~”

“Make me yours... please...~”

Wukong gently pushed him off his lap and started taking the rest of his clothes off. Jìngyi struggled to take his pants off until Wukong pulled him close and helped him. He pushed Jìngyi on his back again. He then took a moment to admire him for a few seconds.

“You’re adorable...~”

Jìngyi chuckled, blushing. “And you’re the most handsome man I’ve ever met...~”

Wukong paused for a moment, processing the compliment. No one has ever said anything like that to him before and even though Jìngyi has said this before, it still surprised him because he knew he meant it.

He quickly blinked and smiled. He leaned down, kissing his neck softly. Jìngyi smiled and let out a breathy moan. After a minute or two of preparation, the room was filled with heated moans. Wukong held Jìngyi close, leaving bites and hickeys along his body. Jìngyi gripped Wukong’s hair, holding him tightly as they made love. His legs where wrapped around Wukong’s waist, trembling as he felt himself get closer to climax.

As he got faster, Wukong whispered sweet nothings into his ear. Jìngyi felt so lucky to the the one to hear him say such gentle things.

He hardly ever said them in public for good reason. Most people aren’t accepting of a relationship like theirs. Still, Wukong promised to make it work between them both.

Jìngyi was pulled out of his thoughts when he felt that one spot get hit, making him hit his climax finally. He moaned loudly, back arching off of the couch. Wukong soon came right after him, biting his lip and letting out a low moan. They two shared a long and passionate kiss before Wukong got up and put on his robe. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up...”

Jìngyi held his hand as he stood up. He wobbled a bit, landing into his partner’s arms. Wukong chuckled, kissing him in the forehead.

“I’m guessing I did well?” He said with a small chuckle.

Jìngyi smiled and wrapped his arms around his shoulder. “Mhm... thank you...”

“You’re very welcome... anything for you.”

Jìngyi gently pulled him down by his robe and kissed him softly. He kisses back, holding him close. They both pull away slowly and go get themselves cleaned up.

—————————

Jìngyi woke up cuddled up on top of Wukong who was already awake. Jìngyi felt his hand stroke his hair gently.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty! How did you sleep?” Wukong asked.

“Pretty good... last night was fun...”

“Mhm...”

“But unfortunately, I can’t stay all day this time. I have work.”

“You’re actually late.” He smiled.

“What!? Sun Wukong, you promised to wake me!!”

“I didn’t promise. Don’t worry; I let your boss know you weren’t coming in.”

“He hates when we take sick days!”

“I know. So I threatened him if he got angry about it.”

“Sun!!”

“I’m kidding. Kinda. Anyway, you want breakfast?”

Jìngyi sighed and kissed him softly. “Yes please.”

[kpopfanfictrash]

Trouble

Member: The Rich Man’s Crochet Club!Hoseok

Header by: @underthejoon​ aka the best

Prompt: How Hoseok lost his virginity. Based off this line in the fic:  “That’s the whole point,” Hoseok explains, dropping a wink which makes Namjoon groan. “That’s how I lost my virginity, you know. I scored the winning run in a championship game and that night, Tiffany something-or-other jumped me in a dirty frat bathroom. It was…” Hoseok pauses for effect. “Heavenly.”

Rating: 18+

Warnings: semi-public bathroom sex, Hoseok is a virgin, fingering, who-the-fuck-knows-when-this-bathroom-was-last-cleaned

WC: 4,110

A/N: This one shot is told in second person (with Y/N). This is not the same Y/N from Rich Man’s Crochet Club (i.e., Namjoon’s Y/N).  

↳ part of my 30K milestone drabble game

Jung Hoseok is tipsy.

This is not the first time Hoseok has been tipsy, nor will it be the last, but this time is unique in that he has paid for nothing this entire evening. Since his arrival at the party, free drink after free drink has been pressed into his hand. This, accompanied by cheers of, “CONGRATS, ROOKIE!”

Hoseok is not a rookie on the kickball team – not by far – but this the first time upperclassmen have deigned to acknowledge his existence. He supposes this is what comes of scoring the game-winning run. A slow buzz of pride tinges his thoughts, mixing into the warm musk of alcohol.

“HOE-SUCCC!” hoots Jungkook, slinging an arm around his neck. Sipping on his beer – bought at the door – Jungkook eyes the crowd. “So, who’re you going home with tonight?”

Hoseok sputters, turning red above the collar. “What’re you talking about?” he mutters, shoving Jungkook’s arm off. “The club’s still got five members, remember?”

The Rich Man’s Crochet Club – don’t ask about the name – also known as their esteemed group of friends who happen to be virgins. Recently, their number has dwindled from seven to five. Taehyung was the first to lose his virginity, shacking up with some girl last semester and becoming virtually married. Seokjin was next, which came as a surprise to everyone but him.

Now, only five remain. Idly, Hoseok sips his drink and wishes one of the others had come to the party. None are on the kickball team though, leaving him alone with Jungkook. Not that Jungkook is not great, but while he talks a big game, he has yet to have sex himself. Not for lack of options, it might be noted. Jungkook keeps saying he is waiting – although Hoseok has no idea what for.

“I don’t know.” Jungkook glances around. “Tonight could be the night, man. Endorphins are high, drinks are flowing and every girl within a ten-foot radius is eye-fucking you silly.”

Hoseok nearly spits out his drink. “They are not,” he coughs, wiping his mouth with one hand.

Jungkook’s grin broadens. “I may be drunk, but I’m not blind.”

Subtly, Hoseok glances around and – to his utter surprise – finds Jungkook is correct. Multiple girls smile, one waves and several giggle before turning back to their friends. Hiding his shock, Hoseok quickly returns to Jungkook.

Being blunt, Hoseok is not the type to romanticize his first time. Maybe when he was in high school and there was someone to care about – but not now. Not when Hoseok is single, crushing on no one and just wanting to get laid. Multiple times, he has been close but somehow, Hoseok has always managed to psych himself out.

Draining the rest of his cup, Hoseok tosses this into the trash. Pushing himself off the counter, he nods when a teammate of theirs passes.

“That run!” cries Ric, nearly dumping his drink as he mimes the kick. “Man, whatta game, huh? Jung, if you don’t get your dick wet to-NIGHT!”

Wincing, Hoseok’s cheeks are practically scarlet. Multiple people overheard the remark, laughing and whispering when he whirls to face Jungkook. “I can’t do this,” says Hoseok in a panic. “I have to get out of here. Why is everyone assuming I’m gonna hook up, I –”

“Hey, you’re Hoseok, right?”

Hoseok freezes in place. The voice is entirely unfamiliar – new, bright and standing directly behind him. Slowly, Hoseok turns around.

His eyes widen. You are standing before him – short, smiling and fuck, are you cute.

“I – uh, yeah.” Discreetly, Hoseok wipes his hands on his pants. “That’s me. And you are?”

Your smile widens. “Let’s leave my name out of this for now.”

Hoseok’s eyebrows shoot up. “Um. Okay.”

Arching a brow, you look towards the dance floor. “Wanna dance?”

Heart pounding, Hoseok is about to decline – you are clearly way too hot for him – when Jungkook coughs and leans in. Pretending to pour himself more vodka, he mutters in Hoseok’s ear. “Stop freaking out,” he says lowly. “Just go dance.”

Hoseok exhales. Jungkook is right, after all – this is just dancing. The portion of the night Hoseok is good at. Forcing himself to smile, Hoseok nods. “Yeah,” he agrees, stepping forward. “That sounds like fun.”

Smiling flirtatiously, you grab his hand and lead him through the crowd. Hoseok swallows and follows, forcing his nerves into his stomach. The music is louder at the front of the house, everyone dancing as they twist to the bass. When you reach the front, you turn to face Hoseok. A giant speaker to your right is blaring, making it difficult to hear.

“How do you like to dance?” you yell, in order to be heard over the music.

Hoseok’s brow furrows. “What?”

“HOW DO YOU DA – oh, never mind,” you laugh, turning around and placing his hands on your hips.

Hoseok swallows, freezing when you press your ass to his front. Luckily, when you begin to move, twisting around to the beat, his natural instincts kick in. Hell, Hoseok was not captain of his high school dance crew for nothing. Sliding a hand over your waist, he grasps your other hand with his. Slowly moving his hips, Hoseok drapes your arm over his neck.

Exhaling, you lean back on his chest. The song is practically indecipherable, but that hardly matters – the song is not the point of this dance. All Hoseok needs is this; his hands on your body, your hips moving with his and his breath on your skin.

Losing himself in the downbeat, Hoseok grasps your waist tighter. When the tempo changes, you lean forward and – fuck, fuck, fuck – place your hands on both knees. Glancing over your shoulder at him, your lips quirk as you grind your ass on his crotch.

Swearing under his breath, Hoseok quickly grasps your waist in an attempt to hold on. If you keep this up, he is going to pop a boner in front of the entire kickball team. Snaking back up, you turn around in his arms and Hoseok pulls you in.

“You’re trouble,” he chuckles, not letting go.

Your hair is a bit sweaty, skin smelling citrusy and sweet. Grinning widely, you dance closer. “Why don’t you call me that tonight?” you tease, lips brushing his ear. “Trouble.”

“Done,” Hoseok grunts, hands cupping your waist.

Your body moves so easily with his, coming alive at his slightest suggestion. It makes his head spin, makes him want more in the worst kind of way.

Sliding your arms around his neck, you move closer. “So. Everyone is saying you’re kind of a big deal tonight.”

Hoseok suppresses a smile. “That’s a matter of opinion, I guess.”

“Oh? What’s yours?”

“That what’s going on right now is way better than what happened during the game.”

Eyes gleaming, you smile. “Good answer.”

“I try.”

“Huh.” Glancing over his shoulder, you scan the dance floor. “Can I tell you a secret, Hoseok?”

“Are you gonna tell me where the body is?”

“No,” you laugh. “Nothing like that.” Lifting on your toes, you press your lips to his ear. “I don’t actually go here.”

“Oh?” Hoseok turns his head. Your lips are so close to his.

You slowly shake your head no. “I’m an upperclassman at St. Martin’s, actually. My friend goes here. She’s the one who invited me to this party – and then promptly abandoned me for your pitcher.”

St. Martins – the kickball team Hoseok demolished earlier this evening. Lifting a brow, Hoseok smirks. “So, you asked me to dance to pass the time, huh? I don’t know if I’m insulted or flattered.”

“Be flattered.” Still staring, you lick your lips. “I saw you during the game. You seemed like you, uh… knew what you were doing out there on that field.”

Hoseok’s stomach sinks. That may be true for kickball, but for what you are implying is woefully inaccurate. Before he can say anything more, you lean up again.

“Wanna take a tour of the house?”

Hoseok inhales, nearly choking on his spit but luckily, this proves to be his saving grace. Taking this as a yes, your grin broadens, and you take his hand in yours. Hoseok allows himself to be pulled through the crowd, staring hard at your ass and thanking whatever lucky stars have aligned here tonight.

People are dancing throughout most of the first floor. You bypass all of them, coming to a stop at the staircase. Glancing over your shoulder, you raise a brow. “First floor seems crowded. Wanna look at the second?”

“Do you…” Dropping his voice, Hoseok leans in. “Do you know someone who lives here, or something?”

“Nope.” Meeting his gaze, you shrug. “Does that bother you?”

This is the moment Hoseok realizes he has no qualms about any of this. Having sex for the first time at a frat house – not his frat house – in the room of a stranger, with you. Zero reservations.

“Not at all,” he grins, nodding at the stairs. “Lead the way.”

With a laugh, you continue, tugging him up the staircase. The next floor is quieter, distant bass muffled through the floorboards they proceed. A few doorways are shut, laughter coming from behind them. Hoseok’s cheeks heat as you walk down the corridor, coming to a stop at the end.

You reach out, placing a hand on a doorknob and pushing. An unlit bathroom awaits – cleaner than Hoseok expected, but still nothing to speak of.

Glancing backwards, you cock a brow. “Wanna explore this room?”

Heart pounding, Hoseok stares past you. His hands are sweaty, limbs weak and he is five seconds from running away – when you step forward and kiss him.

Your lips part, tongue flicking with his and Hoseok stills for a moment before he finally melts. Hands sliding up your waist, he loses himself in the taste of vodka and mint. Hands twining slow in your hair, he has you up against the wall before he knows what he is doing. Knee wedged between yours, hips grinding together until you break away, panting.

“Fuck it,” Hoseok gasps, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the bathroom.

You shut the door as you enter, pushing Hoseok to the wall and resuming where you left off. He groans, the noise slipping out with an eagerness which betrays him. You do not seem to mind. If anything, you kiss him harder, one hand sliding down his leg to cup between his thighs.

“Fuck,” Hoseok growls, biting down on your lip. “You really are trouble, aren’t you?”

Breaking away, you grin. “I’ve heard that once or twice.”

Hoseok jerks his head. “Up on the sink.”

Cocking a brow, you obey. Grasping the sides of your shirt, you lift this overhead to fall on the floor. When you see Hoseok’s jaw drop, you turn and hop up on the counter. “Now, what?” you say, loosely swinging your legs.

Hoseok stalks forward – all one and a half steps it takes to reach you. Frantic, he tears his shirt overhead and, grasping your chin, kisses you soundly. Fingers sliding along your jaw, he cups the back of your head to open your mouth with his. Hoseok’s other hand falls between your legs, searching until he feels how wet you are. Even through your jeans, the material is damp.

“Shit,” Hoseok mutters, looking down. “You’re already wet?”

Staring at him, you spread your legs wider. “Mhm.” Turning your head, you close your lips over his finger. Staring at Hoseok, you suck – hard. The motion goes straight to his cock. “Take off your pants,” you exhale, letting him fall from your mouth.

Hoseok does not hesitate, hand dropping to his belt and frantically undoing his buckle. His dick feels unbearably hard, pressed to his jeans in a pure form of torture. Reaching down, your hand replaces his as you begin to undo his buttons.

Suddenly, he panics because there is no going back from this moment. “Okay,” Hoseok blurts, placing his hand over yours. Paused in your motions, you look up. “Before we go any further… I feel like I have to tell you something.”

Instantly, you turn wary. “Um, okay. Is this about your penis?”

Hoseok stares. “Huh?”

“I mean, like, does it curve upwards?” You mime this with your fist. “Or, like – do you have a micro? Because that’s cool, you know. We can make it work. Oh!” you blurt knowingly. “Is this a kink thing? Like, you need to see my feet in order to get hard?”

“No – no!” Hoseok blinks, horrified. One of your shoes is off, falling to the ground before he can stop you. “None of those things! God.”

Lips twitching, you scoot towards the end of the counter. “Okay,” you shrug, running a hand down his chest. Hoseok shivers a little in response. “Then, what’s the problem?”

Closing his eyes, Hoseok takes a deep breath and wishes he could melt into the floor. “I’mavirgin,” he mutters.

“I’m sorry?”

“I’m a virgin.” His eyes pop open. “I, uh, haven’t had sex before.”

“Oh.” You pause, considering. “Is that all?”

“Is that… all?” Hoseok blinks. “You don’t care?”

“Um, no. Oh – wait.” Wincing, you lean back. “Am I supposed to care? Should I be more… gentle, or something? Sorry. Do you, uh… want to find a bed to have sex on?”

Hoseok’s lips twitch. Before he can stop himself, he begins to laugh. Body shaking, Hoseok steps forward and drags a hand up your thigh. “Nah,” he murmurs, lips hovering over yours. “I’m good with this if you are.”

“I’m good,” you breathe, hands sliding around his neck. “Do you have a condom?”

“Yeah.” Hoseok turns to fish this out of his pants. He places this beside you on the counter. “Been carrying that around with me for months. You know, be prepared.”

“What a boy scout,” you exhale, scooting closer.

Hoseok kisses you again, softer this time. It is not a conscious decision, but somehow it feels right. Even though this is a one-night thing, cannot and will not go anywhere, Hoseok still feels the gravity of the moment. He is leaving a part of himself behind. You are the one he is sharing that with.

Continuing to kiss, your hand falls between your thighs. Cupping his dick with one hand, you slowly stroke up and down. “Nothing micro about that,” you tease, breathlessly pushing closer.

Hoseok snorts, thrusting into your palm. “God, I hope not.”

Kissing you eagerly, his hands slide around your ribcage to find the clasp of your bra. Thankfully, this is one area in which Hoseok is adept and before long, your bra is undone in his hands. Sliding back to your front, Hoseok cups your breasts, playing with your nipples until they are hard. You inhale, arching upwards with the sweetest of moans.

Rolling his hips, Hoseok grasps your knee to hook around his waist.

“Hoseok,” you whimper, burying your face in his neck. Your voice is barely recognizable, thick with desire. “Touch me.”

Reaching down, Hoseok fumbles with your zipper until your jeans are open before him. With your help, he pushes these down your thighs and onto the floor. Spreading your legs with one hand, he gently cups your sex.

“Oh,” you gasp, grabbing his biceps.

Hoseok stares, pulling your panties aside to sink a finger into your wet core. Gaze darkening, you stare as your lips form a silent o. Hoseok begins to finger you, thumb rubbing slow circles over your clit as he slides in and out.

He can feel how receptive you are, body twitching with each brush of his thumb. “Fuck, Hoseok,” you moan, leaning your head to the mirror. Spreading your legs, you grant him a better view of his fingers sliding into your cunt.

All the blood in Hoseok’s body rushes straight to his dick. His cock twitches uncomfortably against the confines of his boxers, pants still half-undone and hanging just off his ass. Your chest rises and falls, hips pushing against the motion until it suddenly becomes too much.

“Okay,” you pant, shutting your legs on his hand. Hoseok stills. “These have to go,” you gripe, reaching out for his boxers. Tugging them down with his jeans, Hoseok’s cock springs up to slap his abs. “I need you inside me.”

“Oh,” Hoseok says, licking his lips. No one has ever spoken to him like this and god, does he like it.

Hopping down from the counter, you turn to rest your hands on the sink. “Well?” you say, looking over your shoulder. “Is this good?”

Wriggling your ass, you sink down on your elbows, pussy on full display. Hoseok stares, wondering dizzily how in hell he is going to last. Steeling himself, he reaches out to grab the condom from the counter. Shoving his jeans to the floor, Hoseok breaks open the packet and rolls it onto himself.

Positioning himself at your center, Hoseok cannot help himself from sliding up and down a few times. Your body is just so warm and wet, inviting him in. With a moan, you duck your head and push back. “Please,” you beg. “Please, Hobi.”

Hearing the nickname, Hoseok arches a brow and grasping your waist, he slips in. “Fuck,” he gasps, stopping out of necessity.

It is nothing at all like his hand. Even when he uses lube, even when he sits on his hand until it falls asleep – this is so much fucking better than that. Your pussy is so warm, so wet, enveloping him with every inch.

“Oh, my fucking god,” Hoseok chokes out, pushing into you again.

You remain still, watching his face in the mirror. Hoseok realizes this when he looks up and meets your gaze.

Staring at him, your lips curl in a smile. “You like it?” you breathe when he bottoms out.

Hoseok cannot move for a second, hips flush to yours. He exhales, mind spinning from the unbelievable sensation of wholeness. Buried in you to the hilt, he wants nothing more than to stay – except. The feeling of pushing inside you was so fucking good. Meeting your gaze in the mirror, Hoseok slowly slides out.

“Yeah,” he breathes, thrusting in just as slow.

Breath catching, you arch your back and shut your eyes.

Grip tightening, Hoseok slides in again and marvels at how similar this is to dance. Each time he thrusts, your body clenches around him. Hoseok carefully watches, trying different angles until he finds one that makes your thighs shake.

“Oh,” you gasp, hand slipping a little on the sink.

Hoseok pauses, tilting his head and thrusting again – harder. The same thing happens, your face twisting with pleasure while he stares in the mirror. Smirking, Hoseok grabs hold of your waist and finally lets himself go.

That sweet mouth of yours falls open, moaning obscenities when Hoseok begins to fuck you. He thrusts into you roughly, cock rock-hard as his hands grip your ass, trying not to slip out. Managing to keep a steady rhythm, Hoseok forces himself not to be a pig and remember your pleasure.

Leaning down, his hand dips in a search for your clit. You help, grabbing his hand to guide him even lower. When Hoseok circles the swollen bud with his thumb, he feels your walls clench around him. Wanting more of that, Hoseok begins to move faster. It is all so much. Your body is so responsive, so wet and hot and his hips have a fucking mind of their own.

Before Hoseok can stop himself, he realizes he is in danger of coming. “Fuck,” he gasps, hand falling to your waist as he tries to control himself. “Fuck, fuck – I’m gonna come. I –”

The orgasm takes over before he can stop himself, releasing into his condom in several short, sloppy thrusts. Hoseok shudders, head dropping as the most intense orgasm of his life wrings him dry. Slowly, Hoseok exhales and looks up in the mirror.

Hair falling into your gaze, you grin – equally fucked out and breathless. “So,” you manage. “How was your first time?”

Even with his cock softening inside you, Hoseok’s gaze narrows.

Pulling himself from your body, he quickly replaces his softening cock with his fingers. Your smile abruptly disappears. “It’s not over yet,” he murmurs, watching you in the mirror. “I don’t think you’ve come yet.”

Lips parting, you try and laugh – which turns into a moan when Hoseok scissors his fingers. “I – Hoseok,” you stutter. “Y-you don’t have to.”

Ignoring this, Hoseok steps closer. Leaning forward, he places a hand on the counter. “Wanna make you feel good,” he says, dropping a kiss to your shoulder. Between your thighs, he slowly slides out – only to snap his wrist forward.

You groan, legs buckling as his fingers repeatedly fill you. Hoseok grasps your waist, pulling you backwards and keeping you still. His hand travels lower, tracing circles around your already swollen clit. Eyes fluttering, your lips part when Hoseok begins to finger-fuck you harder. He can feel you squeezing around him, ass pushing back on his hand at the thrust of his fingers.

It is his hand at your front though, which pushes you over the edge. You abruptly seize, grasping his hand when your body gives in. “Fuck!” you gasp, collapsing forward. Hoseok slows his movement, feeling your pussy pulse around him as your own orgasm claims you. “God.”

Slumping, you pant in relief when his fingers slide from your core. Hoseok stays there for a moment, he cannot help himself – sliding his fingers slowly up your slick, he lazily enjoys the feel.

Turning, you look at him over your shoulder. “Holy shit,” you say, fighting a smile.

Without though, Hoseok pulls back and pushes a hand through his hair – shit. He is definitely going to need a shower when he gets home. “Yeah,” he groans, meeting your gaze. “Holy shit is right.”

Grinning, you bend to grab your bra from the floor. Sliding your arms through the straps, you begin to re-dress. Hoseok turns around, searching for his boxers to follow suit.

“That was, uh…” Shaking his head, Hoseok wonders what he should say.

Small talk seems crude right now. Thanking you seems formal but saying you should do it again would be a lie. He knows you did not come here tonight for that and truthfully, he barely knows you. Tugging off his condom, Hoseok throws this in the trash and pulls up his boxers.

“You don’t have to say anything,” you laugh at his expression. Wriggling your panties in place, you reach out for your jeans. “That was really fun.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you agree, tugging your shirt down your torso. “I mean, once you’ve had a little more practice…” Pausing your changing, you give Hoseok a look. “The girls on this campus won’t know what hit them. I mean – they will know. It’ll be your fat dick.”

Hoseok nearly chokes at the thought. “Yeah?”

“Well… above average. But fuck, do you know what to do with it.”

Snorting, Hoseok pulls his shirt overhead. “Hey, I’ll take it.”

Fluffing your hair, you make your way towards the door. Hoseok watches you go, still feeling as though he is missing out on something. You do not seem upset, nor like you want to linger and honestly, this is what you both signed up for. This was a quick fuck in a bathroom, nothing more.

Still, your hand pauses on the doorknob.

“Are you really not going to tell me your name?” Hoseok asks, curious. You really are not like anyone he has ever met.

You hesitate, then glance over your shoulder. “You can call me Tiffany,” you say, flashing a grin which makes Hoseok about fifty percent sure you are bullshitting him. Pulling open the door, you step into the hall. “Thanks, Hoseok!”

“Thanks, Tiffany.” Crossing one ankle over the other, Hoseok leans against the wall. “Am I ever going to see you again?”

Normally, he would not be so bold but right now, Hoseok is feeling pretty fucking good. On top of the world might be one way to describe it.

Arching a brow, you seem to be fighting back laughter. “If it’s meant to be,” you allow. With a wave of your hand, you disappear down the hall. “They say you never forget your first, Hoseok! Let my legacy live on, okay?”

Hoseok stares after you, waiting a moment before shaking his head. Reaching down, he fishes his phone from his jeans and pulls up the chat.

Hoseok: club is just four now, gentlemen [11:48 PM]

Shoving his phone back in his pants, Hoseok runs the same hand through his hair and exits the bathroom.

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Hi! I hope you're doing okay! I understand you may not be always online so no pressure on this one, Tom Hiddleston x (non actress) reader where she is a tourist went to the pub and participated in open mic which happened when Tom was hanging out with Ben and she caught his attention?😊😊

And Suddenly I see you

Tom Hiddles x Tourist!Reader

Word Count: 1300+

Warning: None I think

*A/N: thank you! Thank you so much for being understanding my situation and for trusting me to write this lovely request. I hope you will love this as much as I loved writing it. I used one of my fave song Venus by Sleeping at Last (imagine it being sung by a female in acoustic) coz I thought it has the fitting lyrics for this prompt. <3

It was a very tiring but satisfying day for you and your friends. It’s your last night in New York touring and tomorrow the three of you will be watching a Broadway show and then head back home. You can’t wait to see the show your favorite actor is starring in. You were daydreaming how it’ll be seeing him act live when the band playing at the pub you and your friends decided to take a rest stopped playing and people applaud them. You put down your own drink to clap laughing at one of your friends because she’s literally screaming to get the vocalist’s attention. Well, he’s cute but not your type. That made you laugh internally too. Your favorite actor’s current look popped up in your mind and it made your stomach flutter because he looks intense and badass on his look for the play he’s starring.

Your daydreaming is once again disturbed when you felt a shoved. Staring with glaring eyes to your friends because you almost spilled your drink.

“What? Stop shoving me, woman!” You said, trying to make a scary face that you know for sure ends up looking constipated than what you want.

“They’re having an open mic! Come on Y/N!!!” Your tall friend Cindy said pointing at the stage where the earlier band’s vocalist is now waving the mic urging someone from the crowd to go up. You looked at your friends as if they are losing their minds.

“I can’t do that. It’ll be embarrassing. Look at all these people!” You whispered as you try to keep your butt on your chair fighting their shoving. You kept shaking your head that you actually started to get dizzy.

“Oh don’t be modest! You got a killer voice!” Kim said and the bitch actually had the guts to stand up just to pull you out of your very much safe chair. “Hey! Psstt!! My friend here will sing!” she shouted getting the vocalist’s attention.

You felt you face heats up when he looked at your area and started talking.

“Well looks like we have a very willing volunteer.” He joked making the crowd laugh. You, traitor friends, did their best to push you until you’re on the stage. Looking down you tried to hide your face with your hair as much as you can. The crowd clapped and shouted encouragement for you. You stiffly gestured thanks by waving your hand very slowly and smiled the best smile you could show in your current situation.

The vocalist handed you a microphone and you took it whispering thanks while you try to ignore your friends shouting wildly like idiots.

Oh gosh, this is so embarrassing. You said to yourself, swallowing a lump on your throat.

“Well can your lovely audience get a name?” the Vocalist turn MC asked.

Licking your drying lips you told him over the mic your nickname.

“That’s a lovely name,” he said and the crowd agreed.

“Thanks…” you said shyly.

“So any song in mind, my band will help you on this don’t worry.” He said, trying to make you feel assured. You must looked so, so tense.

“Uhm…I-Uhm-can I just borrow an acoustic guitar?” you asked not wanting to bother them too much and you’re very used to playing on your own every time you sing coz you only do it in your room with the people close to you.

“Sure, sure.” He said and the guitarist handed you his guitar. You said your thanks and faced the crowd but not before looking at your friends and scowling at them. The traitors only laughed and clapped their hands excitedly.

You took a deep breath and strummed the guitar checking if it’s on the right tune you need it to be. It’s close so you only adjusted a little and then you sang one of your favorite.

***

At the shaded part of a pub near Broadway Tom is enjoying a little break with his pal Benedict. He went and watched his show today and went to meet him at the backstage and there they decided to hang out for a bit. They haven’t seen much of each other because of work.

He is enjoying a vodka in his hands and laughing at his friend's stories on his own film project and he did the same telling Ben about the funny stuff that happened on Betrayal’s stage. Ben was almost red with laughter when Tom told him about the melon that almost choked him and a lot more. Their chatting was stopped when a commotion on the front side of the pub happened. Looks like a girl is being teased by her friends to sing. He laughed when she was not able to fight them and went up the stage defeated.

“Let’s bet shall we?” Ben said. Winking at him. “If she can sing, you’ll go to them introduce yourself as someone else and then pay their tab. Let’s hope they will not recognize you.”

Tom’s eyebrows raised and he looked at the stage again looking at the girl hiding half of her face with her hair. He can see the blush on her cheeks from embarrassment, something in her is making him very curious.

“…and if she can’t?” Tom asked not taking his eyes away from you waiting to get a proper look at your face.

“I’ll pay for ours and theirs,” Ben said smugly.

“Well can your lovely audience get a name?” the MC asked. She answered and asked for an acoustic guitar. Ben chuckle knowing he's going to win.

Y/N/N, what a lovely name indeed. He thought. He sat back on his chair comfortably as he watches you adjust the guitar strings waiting for you to start singing. He’s very much confused with the itching interest he’s having and it’s not because of the bet. He doesn’t mind paying for your orders.

You started strumming and humming in a smooth and sweet melody that gave him goose bumps then you started singing and he got lost in your voice.

***

You started strumming the melody of Venus by sleeping at last and slowly your nerves started to calm and you just felt the music. You had your eyes closed as you hum in tune with the guitar.

The night sky once ruled my imagination…

Now I turn the dials with careful calculation

After a while, I thought I’d never find you

I convinced myself that I would never find you

When suddenly I saw you…

You sang. You’re starting to enjoy singing, not caring about the crowd you did your best to put your emotion into every word when you felt a weird feeling that someone is staring at you. You started roaming your eyes around the pub as you sand looking at how the people are reacting on your singing.

Like a telescope

I will pull you so close

‘Til no space lies in between

Feeling relieved that people look like they are enjoying your eyes darted at the far back part of the pub and you almost choked.

And suddenly I see you

You continued singing. The lyrics seems like its mocking you because as you sing the man of your dreams is currently looking at you with his intensely gorgeous green eyes…

Suddenly I see you

You couldn’t take your eyes away. He got you trapped in his gaze. You’re thankful that you didn’t suddenly forget the lyrics or mess up the notes.

I was a billion little pieces

‘Til you pulled me into focus

Astronomy in reverse

It was me who was discovered

You can feel your face heating up. Butterflies started dancing in your stomach. You tried your best to finish the song as much as your melting nerves can handle and thank God you were able to finish it without messing up or embarrassing yourself in front of your long-time celebrity crush.

***

Tom was mesmerized. You’re ethereal and his heart is beating wildly especially when your beautiful (Y/E/C) eyes met his. He’s very thankful that he lost the silly bet his friend came up with. He can’t wait to walk towards your table and introduce himself to you.

Agreeing with the lyrics that you’ve sung, he can’t wait till there’s no space between the two of you.

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WARNING: Another NSFW chapter, though this one contains more plot.

NOTE: I apologise for taking nearly a month off from posting. Just haven't been in a writing mood. I'll be trying to get back to our regularly scheduled programme soon!

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The appointed hour had arrived. Rise watched Ai's face carefully as it was screwed up in concentration, trying to ignore the anxious flutter in the pit of her stomach. This situation was life-or-death, because if it went in a direction she didn't like she would probably want to throw herself off the nearest bridge.

"Well…?"

"Hmm… it's like… a shiny flower… butterfly… thing."

"What?!"

Huffing, Ai pushed up on her elbows a little more. "Well, what do you want me to say?! That's what it looks like, spread open like that!"

"Ughh, you don't have to make me feel like my body is weird! I'm doing this for you, remember?"

"Yes, and I appreciate it, of course," she conceded with a roll of her eyes. "But don't act like I don't have a point; that is what it reminds me of. I'm just being honest."

Now all Rise wanted to do was close her legs. But she had to ask one more question. "Does… does that mean you don't like it?"

"What? No way, don't be an idiot!" Crawling forward to look straight into her eyes, she whispered, "You're the hottest chick at Yasogami. Well, besides me." They both smirked. "And every part of you is beautiful, do you hear me?"

"Okay, okay," she muttered glumly, trying not to pout. "Sorry."

"No, no, I get it. Suddenly I'm the bitch whose opinion matters a lot because my body is the only one that gets really close to yours. Like, you're obviously going to be worried that I'm not into your body as much as you're clearly into mine."

"Geez, you don't have to put it like that, Ebi-chan. I'm not a pervert! I just… I really like my girlfriend, it's normal! Well… not that liking girls is."

Ai shrugged as she reached down to pet her fingers up and down over Rise's abdomen. They were on the tatami in the middle of their hotel room, the setting sun barely lighting up the walls, and Ai was still fully dressed whereas her girlfriend had fully disrobed, to give her the chance to examine her body at her leisure. It was a little weird, and she felt like a lab experiment, but she knew Ai had probably felt much the same when she was sniffing around her dick before. Fair was fair.

"I think it's pretty normal," Ai protested as her flawlessly-buffed fingernails teased through Rise's well-trimmed strip of pubic hair. Why was that not just hot, but somehow yet hotter because they were such delicate fingers?

"Mmhhh… well, I… I feel so guilty, still. Like we're sneaking around and doing something naughty."

Her lips quirked into another smirk. "Oh, we're definitely naughty. But sneaking around? It's kind of a social media blitz for you or whatever, so… either we're not doing that at all, or we are amazingly shitty at it."

"Shut up," she snorted, bopping Ai on the ear with her knee. It was the easiest thing to reach. "But um… I guess that's true."

"Everything's completely fine, girl," she told her in that extremely rare tone of gentleness that made Rise's heart pound double-time. "We're golden — it's Golden Week. Loosen up."

Snorting, she shot back, "I could have said that to you this morning." Ai rolled her eyes. "Y'know, when my finger was in y-"

"Yes, I get it, I get it." Her head tilted to one side, honey-hued locks pooling on the floor. "Did you like that?"

"Well… it was weird, and kinda gross at first. But!" she protested when Ai started to grimace. "I'd do it just to make you happy, even if it was horrible. And it wasn't, okay? I even…"

When Rise still hadn't finished that sentence after a few seconds, Ai wound up prompting her, "You even… liked it? Hated it? Give me something to go on here."

"No. It's too weird."

"Come on, it's just us. You gotta get used to trusting me sometime. Or don't, I guess."

"Are you… guilting me?"

"See? You already don't trust me." But when Rise pouted, she snorted and poked her in the tummy. "Just playing with you… but maybe also making a point. I know I'm kind of a bitch, but I'm trying to trust you despite almost outing me to the entire school. Can it start cutting both ways?"

Thoroughly chagrined, she whispered, "Well… that's not exactly what this is. But I get it. I'm just embarrassed and you know that, but I'll try to open up… if you do."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. So if I admit I thought it was pretty hot, watching you get all squirmy… will you admit that you liked me slipping a finger up there?"

Stalemate. Both of them were staring into each other's eyes, trying not to give ground. A perfect example that both of them were correct in their estimations of what areas they needed to work on. Eventually Ai took a breath and sighed, "Okay, okay, you're right. I just… it's almost like admitting weakness. Which is so dumb that I care, we should both be getting more comfortable with each other."

"Okay. Just this time, even though you didn't say it, I'll accept that as you admitting you liked it," Rise said in a slight sing-song. When her girlfriend pouted, she went on, "And I thought it was hot. Like, not the butt part exactly? But fingering you…" She could feel her cheeks heating up from having to put it into words.

"Yeah. I mean, I get that. Just because it's… where it is, doesn't mean you didn't fuck me right."

"EBI-CHAN!" she hissed in a scandalised tone.

"What? You did. I mean, now that we're being honest…" Ai still had to clear her throat, even if she was doing a better job of keeping an even tone of voice. "Your finger started hitting really deep — hit my spot, and it was all over. I've never, ever felt like that before. It was like my fingers and toes and nose and tits were all orgasming with me."

Rise had been gaping at her until the very end, when she let out a weak little laugh. "Nose and toes, huh? Wow. But I'm really happy I could help; I just wanted to make you feel good, and find out if that was one way we could do that."

"Definitely. Like, now that I'm past trying to pretend I don't need it." Ai squirmed a little. "Uhh…"

She sat up a little more, petting through her hair. And she leaned into the touch. Had she ever done that before? "Do you want me to do it again? Not right now!" she reassured her, and Ai relaxed a little. "But just, um, just in the future."

"I think so. Is that weird? You're my girlfriend, you shouldn't have to fuck me in the ass like a dude."

"Mm. Well, then I'll fuck you in the ass like a lady."

Ai giggled a little, crawling up to curl around her body. "I don't know exactly what that means, but I'm there. I'll offer you the same anytime you want."

"Oh, I think I'll be okay," she laughed easily. "I've never had any interest in that. Before! Before now. Wait — no, I still don't have any interest in having mine… d-do we really have to keep discussing this?"

"No," Ai told her with a slight smirk as she leaned in to kiss her cheek so tenderly that Rise briefly forgot that she was even nervous about the topic of conversation. "We could go back to talking about that phone call."

A brief pause. "So about my butt…"

"Come on, it can't have been that bad," she challenged her with a little snort. "You're just gonna keep being your fabulous self, and so will I, and Japan will join the fucking twenty-first century."

"Yeah, I just… talking about it… I'd rather focus on you, on us. On Okinawa! This is one of our last little flings — especially for you, senpai."

Clearly, that hint wasn't lost on her. She sighed and cuddled a little closer. "You're right. We should enjoy it while we can."

"Mmm, it feels like somebody already is."

"That's- it's an involuntary reaction! I was literally staring down the barrel of your pussy two seconds ago — anybody with one of these would have theirs sticking straight up, too!"

Voice the tiniest bit haughty, she said, "Well. I'm not going to assume anything, okay? I know you don't want me to… give you a little kiss down there… or caress with my fingers… or-"

"What a goddamn tease," she muttered.

"You love it." When Ai didn't answer, she grinned and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, pulling her in yet closer. They didn't really need any words anymore. As hard as it was to ignore that firm presence, given how unfamiliar Rise was with such things, she just tried to keep her focus on those sweet lips pressing against her own, on the warm back beneath her palms. On the woman she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.

That realisation bowled her over. Even though they had been trending in that direction, she had yet to truly think about their future together. Sure, they would have to list Ai as male in order to get a marriage certificate… or would they? Maybe they really shouldn't worry about it. Not being able to enjoy the same status as her straight friends would be frustrating, yes, but it wasn't the end of the world. As long as she could live with her lover and share their lives, that was good enough.

By the time they finally parted, Ai managed to breathe, "I want you so bad…"

Careful to keep her tone neutral, she whispered, "How?"

"Any way I can have you. I… shit, what the hell did you turn me into?"

"Then I'm all yours. You can… have my mouth again, if that's what you like. Or did you wanna go, um… go all the way?"

"I don't know!" she groused as she pulled at her hair. Not that this minor crisis was reducing her arousal any; it was still grinding into Rise's hip and driving her up a wall. "UGH! I want to be as close to you as I can, and that seems like the way, but I also don't want to be the 'boy', you know?"

Drawing her in for another brief kiss, she whispered, "You won't be. Not to me; you'll always just be Ai. My cute little Ebi-chan. I… do you want me to use my finger on you again? I'd love to! I wanna do anything that makes you happy!"

"I… kind of? But no, not right now. I want to make you happy this time."

"Oh." Rise felt another flush of shame, trying not to remember the very obvious fact that she didn't have a stitch of clothing on her person. "Well, um… I want what you want." Did she just give her permission?!

"Good. Then let me try, um… with my mouth. I'll probably suck, but hey, no time like the present to start practicing. Especially if I ever want to be able to do this right."

"Sure! Yeah, that's… that's the same thing I was thinking while doing it for you." With a slight squirm, she then lowered her voice to barely a whisper, "I'm just… I'm sorry if it tastes, or smells… you know…"

Ai lifted a hand to waft away such thoughts. "You'll be fine. It's you. I mean, even if you weren't the sweetest girl in the universe, you're still Risette; that label of yours wouldn't let you have some stanky puss."

Bright red. Like a stoplight. Even though Ai was saying hers wouldn't be so aromatic, the very idea of it meriting a word such as "stanky" made her want to take a bath with a toaster. "U-uhm… thanks?"

"Anytime, girl."

And that seemed to be all the warning she got before Ai was kissing her way down her chest toward a clear goal. This was it; she was finally going to get as good as she gave. Unless she thought of some legitimate reason to ask the teen queen to pull back… but her mind was a blank. All she could think about was those perfect lips dimpling the skin of her abdomen, the lusty gaze being shot up in her direction as she moved lower, and lower…

Lowest. She felt a kiss in her hairs and she couldn't entirely suppress an anxious squeak. Her eyes slid closed as one leg moved up to drape over her girlfriend's back, hoping that would somehow encourage her — prove that she was ready. Even if she wasn't.

"This alright?"

Oh no. Ai was calling her bluff; it was glaringly obvious how high her nerves were running. "Y-yeah… it's just really, um, new?"

"I get that."

Then Ai moved again, and Rise almost curled into a ball. "WOW! That's- you kissed my…"

There was a slight sheen on Ai's smirk when she raised up to look at her properly. "You are soaking fucking wet, Kujikawa. How bad have you been needing it?"

"I haven't been! Honestly, I'm- NNH, how are you doing this?!"

"Pretty easy," she shot back before leaving a long lick along the entirety of her vulnerable flesh. Rise reached down instinctively to grip the hair attached to that head that was giving her so much pleasure it was overloading her system. Did everybody experience this? Was she oversensitive, or was it normal to feel like every inch of her skin was on fire, like she was losing all control?

"God, this is getting me so hard," Ai breathed before diving back in. Which didn't help matters in the slightest; Rise already felt like she was losing her mind, and knowing her girlfriend was nearly as bad off only heightened her pleasure, making her want to roll over and rut on her face. Or…

Or go further. Ai wasn't ready, and she would respect that, but if just her lips and tongue were making her feel this phenomenal, what would it be like for them to really go for it? Uniting their bodies had to be just as good as taking care of each other in turn, if not better.

"NH!" she finally burst out when she felt the pleasure rising. "I'm… I'm about to- it's gonna happen!"

"Yeah?" Ai panted as she used her thumb to caress that tortured flesh, gazing up at her with glazed eyes. "That mean… should I finish you off?"

The volume at which the word "YES!" ripped from her throat left their ears ringing. Rise would feel embarrassed about that — later. When she had time. Right now, she was too busy literally dragging Ai's head back down to devour her anew, moaning as her hips rolled up into their point of union. A little more — and the way her tongue was hitting her clit was spurring her on faster, making it-

Ai brought her to the hardest climax she had ever experienced. Feeling this one made her realise she had been only getting close to a real orgasm all those years since she first began to awaken sexually; a real orgasm blew those pretenders to the throne out of the water so easily. Guess that was what she got for never truly masturbating, or finding anybody who could take care of it for her.

Once the most intense of those sensations began to fade, Rise started coming back to her senses. A few things surprised her: she felt the tatami suddenly pressing into her back, because she had lifted herself upward. Ai's shirt moved when she started pulling her leg back, because her toes had clenched so hard in the fabric. The same was true of her hair — which she let go of first, feeling a few strands come away with her fingers with a little flare of guilt that she hadn't been gentler. Her mind had literally gone somewhere else while the ecstasy overwhelmed. It was almost scary, but mostly just… damn.

"Whoa," Ai breathed simply. The whole experience had left both of them speechless. After swallowing and clearing her throat, she licked her lips before wiping them on the back of her hand and crawling up to hover above her girlfriend. "You okay?"

"Hmnah!" was the best she could do. Ai giggled, so she tried to do better this time. "Yeah!"

Grinning, she pressed her face into Rise's neck. "Yeah. I can handle that review, I guess. Still wanna know if I did anything stupid, though; like, this was my first attempt, I can't have been perfect."

"Oh… you… close to… heaven." She hadn't meant to say 'heaven', it just slipped out.

"Really? Well… good, that's good." Ai was kissing her neck a little more firmly, more frequently. It suddenly occurred to Rise that she could feel that bulge digging into her hip; poor Ai hadn't gotten off since that morning, even if she did get there twice.

"You… want help?"

"Huh? Oh, naw, I can ignore it. Don't even trip."

"But you… I wanna… I like your friend." She took a couple of breaths, finally beginning to fully recover. "What can I call her?"

"Annoying," she snorted, and Rise rolled her eyes while she grinned into her hair. "Bitch that won't leave the party."

Nodding, she kissed into her scalp and earned herself a little sigh of appreciation in return. "I like her. That doesn't mean you have to, or like… that you have to keep her or like her for my sake. But just so you know, we get along pretty well. I mean, for a girl and an, um, appendage."

"Dork. But thanks. And it makes me mad that we have to have this conversation… but I appreciate that you get it. That you can really, uh, want my D without forgetting that I don't want it at all."

"Yeah, of course. I might have been dumb when we first started out but I learn fast."

"You do," she agreed with a little squeeze. Rise wrapped her arms more tightly around her girlfriend, appreciating their warmth, their connection. "It's honestly refreshing. Like, I got so much hate when I came out… even from my own family. I had started to believe it was impossible to expect people to get me. Then here comes this prissy famous bitch."

Rise smacked her on the arm, which only earned a harsh chuckle. "Who's the bitch here, really?" But then she moved her hand down to her bulge. "Let me take care of this. Like, it doesn't have to be anything special, or… not unless you want more."

"Mmhh… annoying." But Ai looked away, biting her lower lip. Again, Rise questioned why she found watching that to be so hot but she tried to relegate that question to the back of her mind for the time being.

"What is it?"

"Your mouth is so good… fuck, I'm sorry. Like, that's a lot to ask, twice in one d-"

"You got it." When Ai just blinked at her, she shrugged bashfully. "I'd do that. I'd use my finger again, I'll give you whatever you want. As long as you're okay with me figuring out how to do it as I go, I don't mind! It's nice that we can help each other out."

Though it took her a second, she started to nod with a slight smile. "It is really nice. Weird, but like, I guess it's not since we're dating."

"Yeah," Rise giggled. "We're just not used to dating, right?"

"Mm. You're sure I didn't mess up while muff diving?"

"While WHAT?! Excuse me? You can't call it that!"

Smirking a little as she sat up and started to disrobe, she purred, "I can call it whatever I want, Risette. Now perform for me. Maybe I'll just jerk off onto your butt."

"NO! Ew, why would you do that when I- that's gonna be all sticky, we'd have to take another bath!"

"So what? The last one turned out to be a real event…"

"Yeah, for you! And you were definitely writhing and squealing all over the place!"

"Y-yeah, well, that was your fault!" she shot back as that ready-and-willing cock bounced out into the open air. "Maybe I'll take you up on your mouth just so you can't say mean things to me."

Rise pursed her lips for a moment before saying, "Maybe I won't be as careful with my teeth this time."

"Hey, don't joke like that," Ai said with a shiver. "I might not want to keep her but that is NOT how I wanna lose her."

"Then behave," she purred as she crawled toward her lap, rubbing her cheek against the warm length. "And I'll behave exactly the way you want."

Ai complied. She complied for the following ten minutes, and got exactly what the doctor ordered — because the alluring Nurse Rise was tending her every need. Five star service.

                                               To Be Continued…

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Everybody Make a Scene

I wanted to write a Muke Halloween prompt and @reveriesofawriter suggested “muke as the couple behind me in the drive thru earlier, the one in the passenger seat was in full costume face paint and everything to look like a creepy doll, my window was rolled down and so was theirs and I heard them arguing about how "the dog can't wear that costume, it's not the right vibes" 

So it’s now November but I write this anyway so here it is. Enjoy!

Also as a bday gift to @thenervousduck. Darling you own my heart you always have such nice, wonderful, insightful things to say about the things I do and you’re always so encouraging and wonderful and I hope you have the best day!

On ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27355099

“I don’t know why we needed to go get coffee at Starbucks. We have perfectly good coffee at home and we have to set up for the party,” Luke says. Michael huffs. Luke doesn’t have to look to know Michael’s rolling his eyes at Luke. The line of cars in the drive through inches forward. 

“We were already all decorated for the party; you didn’t need to put anything else out. Besides, getting out of the house and getting some coffee could be good for you. You’re so tense today.”

Luke grips the steering wheel tighter, refusing to look at his boyfriend in the passenger seat. Luke will not be the first one to break in this argument. He’s always the first one and he refuses to let it happen this time. He doesn’t want to deal with Michael today, it’s Halloween.

“Luke, come on, you have to look at me at some point,” Michael says. Luke glances to his side, making eye contact with Michael. He’s in full costume already, makeup done to look like some kind of creepy doll. It’s well done, looks like a cracked porcelain mask, but Luke’s too blinded by rage to truly appreciate it.

“No, I don’t. First you decide against the couple’s costume without telling me and now you don’t even want to dress the dogs correctly.”

“There’s no correct way to dress the dogs! I think putting them in cat ears would be funny!” Michael says, voice raising in aggravation. 

“It’s the wrong vibes!” Luke yells. They’ve been having this argument since September, when the topic of Halloween costumes was first mentioned. Luke had been insistent that they do a couple’s costume that involved the dogs as well. Michael has offered a half hearted agreement to this, but he clearly hadn’t taken it too seriously. When Luke had decided on woodland creatures (he claimed deer and Michael was supposed to be a fox), he thought it would be cute if their dogs were similarly themed. He even went and bought a bumble bee costume for Petunia, a ladybug for South, and a mouse one for Moose. It was all fine and excellently planned, until this morning, when Michael had walked out of their bathroom with his makeup done and holding cat ears. They’ve been arguing since, about Michael’s costume, about their failed couple’s costume plan now, about the dogs. 

“There are no vibes! How can there be vibes for dog costumes? Having them be cats is funny!”

“The dogs can't wear those costumes, it's not the right vibes!”

“What does that even mean? It’s a Halloween party!” Michael snaps. Luke can see the girl in front of them turn slightly, like she’s listening to them but trying not to make it obvious. Luke forgot that their windows are rolled down. He’s a little embarrassed that the people in a Starbucks drive through are witnessing them fight about this, but Luke also wants to be right about this whole situation.

“And we have a theme! I decorated the whole apartment to look more forest-like. I have the deer antlers. I was going for a whole thing and you messed it up now.”

“Luke, it’s not that big of a deal. It’s just a party and no one is going to be paying attention anyway,” Michael says. He visibly rolls his eyes now. Luke grips the steering wheel harder, knuckles going white. It’s so stupid of him to get so worked about this, it really is just a party. It feels like more than that, that Michael’s just disregarded Luke’s opinion and what he wants to do. Luke loves Michael and he knows that Michael loves him, but sometimes it just feels like Michael doesn’t listen.

“It’s just that this is the first Halloween we’ve been able to spend at home, together, where we get to dress up and have people over and celebrate. I put alot of work into planning and decorating and I wanted us to have a good fun time. I know it doesn’t seem like a big deal, but it is to me,” Luke says. Michael’s quiet. Luke can tell that he wants to say something, from the way he’s glancing down at his lap, twisting the bracelet he’s wearing. He doesn’t get a chance to, since it’s their turn to order. Luke orders his usual iced vanilla coffee, Michael’s dragonfruit refresher, and 2 cake pops because he thinks they deserve them. Michael’s quiet through the whole order and doesn’t say anything until they’ve gotten their drinks and are already driving home.

“I didn’t realize it was that big of a thing for you. Halloween’s just a dumb holiday, the whole purpose is to dress up and be goofy. I didn’t think you were serious about the couple’s costume, it’s never been a thing before.”

“Well, I wanted our first Halloween at home to be special. I thought it might be fun. You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. I just thought it might be fun,” Luke mumbles. 

They spend the rest of the drive home in silence. Michael keeps picking at the label on his drink, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Luke doesn’t want to push it. He’s tired of arguing with Michael about this and he doesn’t want it to ruin the whole party worrying about this. 

Luke ends up in their bedroom when they get home, deciding he needs the space to get ready. Their house is already decorated, strings of fairy lights and fall leaf garlands hanging around the downstairs of the house, mixed in with the pumpkins, bats, and ghosts they’ve set up. Luke doesn’t particularly like Halloween being scary and had wanted to make it more fall themed over anything else. Michael had agreed, as long as he was allowed to put one scary decoration in the house (a skeleton that dropped from the ceiling specifically designed to scare Calum and Ashton when they showed up). Luke’s proud of the work he’s put in, creating a woodland fantasy. Michael teased Luke for ages that he was trying to live out his dreams of being a fairy, poking fun at Luke’s love for all things magical and rustic. While it’s not Luke’s usual choice of decor, he appreciates the vibes it gives off. Maybe Luke does want to be a fairy. Would certainly be less responsibility. 

Even though Michael’s messed up Luke’s plans, it doesn’t mean he isn’t going to stick to his original idea. Luke sets himself up at the vanity mirror, putting his coffee down on a coaster and grabbing his makeup. He can hear Michael playing music downstairs, hears the dogs barking, and Michael trying to shush them. It fills Luke with fondness, that even though he and Michael are having a disagreement, nothing in their house has changed. It fills Luke with warmth and comfort, the certainty that everything’s okay. 

Luke shifts through the makeup he has, pulling out his golds and browns for his eyes and the special gold lipstick he saves for special occasions. It feels like it’ll look nice with his deer look. He starts painting his face, sweeping the eyeshadow colors over his lids and winging out, snorting when he realizes that Michael’s playing Monster Mash downstairs. Michael enjoys the song immensely, to the point that he starts playing it on September 1st and carries on all the way to October 31st. If Luke’s in the room with him when he plays it, he usually ends up pulling Luke into a badly choreographed dance to it, just to see Luke laugh along to it. It brightens Luke, seeing Michael enthusiastic and gleeful about something. 

Luke goes about the rest of his makeup, drawing on a little deer nose and some white freckles on as well to complete the look. He pulls back from the mirror, admiring the look he’s created and satisfied with it. He gets up, draining the last of his coffee, and goes to the closet, pulling out the flowy, floral dress he’d bought specifically for this costume. Michael had teased him, called him Stevie Nicks and everything, but had told Luke to buy the dress when he’d hesitated at the last minute (he’d kissed Luke too in the dressing room, darting behind the curtains to press his lips to Luke’s, trying to shush him when Luke wouldn’t stop giggling even though Michael was clearly trying to stop laughing too). He puts on the dress, zipping up the side, and pulling on his glitter gold boots. He snags the headband, with a small set of flowers on it and deer antlers, from the bed and slides it onto his head, adjusting it to sit nicely in his curls.

“Babe, are you done yet? I have something to show you,” Michael yells from downstairs. Luke rolls his eyes, grabbing his phone and empty cup from the vanity and venturing out of the bedroom. 

“If you rearranged anything that I set up, I might have to…” Luke starts, stopping mid sentence when he reaches the bottom of the stairs and notices that Michael’s standing in the living room, wearing the fox ears. He’s managed to get all 3 dogs into their costumes too, convincing them to sit nicely at his feet. Michael grins when he sees Luke’s shocked face. 

“Michael, how did you manage this,” Luke asks, slowly making his way over. Petunia notices him, making her way over to him, little bumble bee wings swaying as she walks. Luke drops down to crouch in front of her, rubbing her ears gently.

Michael shrugs, “Well I thought about it and you were right. Putting the dogs in cat ears was a little dumb. They’re cuter like this anyway.”

Luke smiles gently up at Michael, “Mikey, that’s really sweet.”

Michael rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling widely, clearly pleased that Luke’s happy. Luke starts to straighten up, when his fingers bump against something hidden in Petunia’s wings. Curious, Luke looks down and pulls out a ring box. His heart stops, clutching the box in his hand. It can’t be what Luke thinks it is.

“Michael?” Luke asks, pitch going up as he stands up, holding up the box and turning to Michael. Michael’s down on one knee between Moose and South, holding his hand out.

“I can’t do it properly if you don’t give me the ring Luke,” Michael says. Luke hands the box over, watching as Michael takes it and pops the box open. The ring is beautiful, a blue stone set in a gold band. Luke’s still too stunned to do much more than stare at Michael’s earnest, open, adoring expression.

“I’m not really sure what I’m supposed to do now,” Luke says. Michael laughs, clearly nervous.

“Well, I believe I’m supposed to give a big speech to you and then you’re supposed to tell me yes.”

“Go on, tell me all about how much you love me.”

“God you’re incorrigible. Maybe I won’t,” Michael says, pretending like he’s going to close the box.

“No, you started, now you’re contractually obligated to keep going,” Luke insists, grinning when Michael opens the box again.

“Luke Robert Hemmings, you’re a pain in my ass and you will probably continue to be a pain in my ass, but I love you. I love you so much that sometimes I forget how much I love you because it’s just part of me. I don’t know what I’d do without you and your big ideas and all of your love and joy and happiness. I want to continue letting you annoy the shit out of me and wake up next to you everyday and deal with your terrible cooking just so I can see you pout when I try to correct you. Will you marry me?”

“That’s the worst speech ever. Of course I will,” Luke says. His hands are shaking slightly, vibrating with excitement as Michael scrambles to stand up. He tugs Luke into a kiss, holding onto his face tightly for a few moments, until he remembers the ring and pulls back to put it onto Luke’s finger. 

“Sap. You did this so you wouldn’t forget our anniversary.”

“No, that would be me asking to get married on your birthday so I definitely never forget our anniversary,” Michael says. His lips are covered in gold and Luke huffs, raising a hand to wipe it off.

“Dork.”

“Your dork.”

“I can still reject your proposal.”

“Nope you said yes. You’re contractually obligated to marry me now.”

“Who says?”

“I do,” Michael says, grinning widely. Luke huffs, fond and full of love and happiness. Maybe Halloween isn’t so bad after all.

[blindrapture]

a union-mandated break post

(okay, let’s see if I can type this all over again after losing the post. gotta remember how it all went.)

Hey there, the few mutuals who Like all of my posts, the lurkers who occasionally make their presence known, the lurkers who I also hope are there, and all you folks who come across this post naturally before scrolling on (that’s fine too, please have a nice day! remember to take a deep breath and unclench!). I wanted to make a post giving a casual update.

Things have been going. You know how it is. Time proceeds onwards at a pace that is a crawl to some and fleeting to others, depending on relative perspective. The average of all these observations may be Objective Truth, a hazy mythical and abstract prospect which to this day no living human has ever known (due to the nature of perspective). We still try to know it for some reason, an endeavour which may be “a good thing” or “a condemnation of our species,” but that’s relative too. See above. Still, it is possible to take an approximation of what we figure this average to be and find ourselves (mis)balanced on a knife-edge in between all perspectives. This narrow path, the knife-edge between fast and slow, between good and bad, between ecstasy and despair, seems precarious at times, yet at other times is like a garden, wide and spacious enough to sit awhile. Our perspectives cover this garden from us with the shrubbery of Can’ts and Shouldn’ts, and the way to the garden is fraught with the misty cloud of Look-Like. And yet, ultimately, these shrubs and mists are but prismatic scenery colouring our time on this Earth, a perspective which is easy to see from within the garden. The Earth is brown and grey and immortal, though wearing an impermanent coat of blue and green. One day, we will slip out of our perspectives and return to the Earth, join her mounding’s mass, and that will be death.

So that’s the weather. Sometimes cold, sometimes mild, sometimes wet, sometimes dry, sometimes bothersome and sometimes the only backdrop I could ever want. I’ve been up to the usual, cycling between interests like a bat between haunts.

- The other day I got around to playing Smile For Me, an experience which took me about three hours to more-or-less complete 100%. Really cute game, I fell in love with all the characters, and the budding horror elements made me excited to see where it’d go.

- Currently I’m playing A Monster’s Expedition Through Puzzling Exhibitions, a game often cited in the same breath as Baba Is You and Stephen’s Sausage Roll. I think those two games are puzzle masterpieces, and A Monster’s Expedition is hitting me in the right spot. It frequently fills me with awe, which is impressive considering the game is just a long series of oblong block-pushing puzzles. It has scope, though, and it has the guts to hide that scope from you until you’re able to discover it for yourself. I’ve played for about 10 hours so far, beaten over 200 islands, and yet I feel I’m only getting further away from the end goal. Hard to describe. It’s a good game.

- When I’m done with that game, next I’ll be checking out Spelunky 2. I’ve wanted to try the original for a long time but never got around to it; I picked up the sequel. I know very little about the games (with a rough idea of what gameplay is like), and I intend to keep it that way for as long as I can. I like games that rely on discovery.

- Book-wise, I’m, y’know, reading Finnegans Wake as I fall asleep, occasionally inching through other books too, but my main reading focus at the moment is The Familiar. I went and picked up a new copy of Volume 5, and I found the Volume 3 I had kinda lost for a while, so now I have the full Season 1 again. And it’s been long enough since I read any of them that it’s finally time to reread them. As a unit this time. I am... so happy to be in their headspace. I’m currently in the second act of Volume 1, taking in a lot more details this time (and I do still remember a sense of where the whole plot goes), really cherishing the commitment to physicality and aesthetic. There’s not many authors out there like Danielewski. House of Leaves kickstarted my book obsession, y’know. And The Familiar is about as grand as a project can be. It’s supposed to be 27 volumes, each one 900 pages long, and the design of these books is goddamn sublime. The publisher only let him do the first 5 volumes, which is sad, but luckily those 5 volumes make up a “Season,” so they’re still a whole thing, a complete story arc for each of the nine protagonists, and plenty of secrets and details that give a good sense of the true scope. And did I mention the series is fucking scary? Profoundly so, each new volume weaving you deeper into its conspiratorial web of eldritch coincidences and patterns. The story is full of cats, immortal cats, God-cats. There’s a scientist who keeps a freaky magic orb and is known as Wizard. There’s an Armenian taxi driver who’s one of my favourite characters. And you can probably get all the volumes Used for fairly cheap on Amazon now. ........please, somebody join me in loving this series.

- Creative-wise, I’m working on music as always, putting notes next to each other until I get a result I can do something with. There is one piece that’s definitely done, a collaboration between Lindsay and I, but it’s going into Nine Is God so you won’t hear it just yet. Speaking of, that’s coming along. I haven’t even started making any codes or cool connections yet; I want to finish the... Core of this update first. Let’s be deceptive and call it the Main Blog. I have proven to myself that I definitely can do this; I keep stumbling on new mechanisms I can add, and I have a pretty vivid idea of what the whole thing will look like. It’s gonna be maybe a decent size for a Blog, all told, but it’s the form of the thing that mandates a lot of care. Luckily I have made Viceking’s Graab, so this isn’t the first time I’ve done something this mechanically ambitious. ...look, just. Of course I’m excited to Actually Talk about this thing, but like with the Graab, its nature requires me to keep it secret until players finally discover it for themselves. I like making that kind of thing, I want the sense of discovery, of climbing up a hill only to reach the summit and see an even bigger mountain looming over you that you hadn’t realized was there. Like Frog Fractions, or its sequel, even if you know there will be more than meets the eye you still get surprised and filled with delight. This concept fits neatly into an ARG format.

- Oh, also, I’m super excited for the Braid remake. It’s gonna have a comically thorough amount of developer commentary, and that’s all I want from this world. It’s even coming to Switch!

Media can be used as a tool to assist with the experience of life, and that is the way I want to approach things. I have spent time adapting myself to feel comfortable in these boring aesthetics (of understated puzzle games, thoughtful pretty books, blogs as art) because this means I am less susceptible to getting burned out during contemplation and self-examination. It may seem like a matter of taste, but taste is relative too; it’s not hard-wired, it can be adjusted, it does adjust all the time under the hood. ...I don’t know where to go with this one, other than that I should be careful not to condescend. I am not above anyone, I am confused too. I just.. like confusion and mazes, and I try to speak these aesthetics in an approximation of how I see others talk about theirs.

Right. I think that’s the bulk of it, that’s what I wanted to say today. I hope you are holding on, reader. It’s a wild and lonely world out there, and it’s our world; it’s yours just as much as it’s anyone else’s. You are important to it.

I leave you, mysteriously, with an old Genesis song. It’s called “Can-Utility and the Coastliners,” which is a silly way of saying it’s a song about the myth of King Canute. Sick of flatterers claiming he was equal to God, he went to the sea shore and said “If I truly am equal to God, then let the waves halt at my feet!” They didn’t. An astute demonstration, but it just prompted his flatterers to praise his ingenuity. “But he forced a smile, even though his hopes lay dashed where offerings fell.” I’m not really sure how the story ends. But it’s a wonderful song, starts off very folks-y but quickly takes a left turn down Mystery and Beauty. And it’s freaking Genesis.

See ya.

[willowknee]

Crushes and Crazy Hair-Dying- Will fluff

Title: Crushes and Crazy Hair-Dying People: Will x reader, Gee Nelson Word count: 2,600 Warnings: drinking Songs to listen to: idk Prompt/request: Hey! If you’re not too busy please can I request some fluff with Will? Maybe the reader could be Gee’s new mate and Will gets a crush on her and becomes all awkward? Or whatever you feel like writing haha 😂 thank you xxx A/N: I’m so bloody sorry this took like 3 decades to be written, honestly dunno what happened there. Really bad grammar and punctuation in this I'm so so sorry.

You had met Gee in the most bizarre manner, but you were completely grateful that you did, she honestly was one of the most intelligent people you have ever known and crazily funny to match. It was a random sunny Tuesday, you were sitting in front of the mirror at your mother’s hair dressers, you decided for once to do something bold, you were dying your hair. Not any plain natural colours like you’re used to, no, you were dying your hair a bright colour. You weren’t exactly sure what colour as you told your mom to surprise you, but you were sure it wasn’t any ordinary brown, when out of nowhere one Gee Nelson bursted through the door and let out a cry of despair.

“Look what that monster did to me!” She had cried.

Everyone was looking at her, clearly bewildered but your mom just walked up to her and sat her in the chair beside yours.

“What happened?” Your mom had asked, looking at Gee’s hair which was, well, a complete home hair-dye disaster.

“Bloody Will! He convinced me to let him dye my hair for a video and this is what came of it! Last time I let that man come within five feet of my hair I’m telling you now,” She whined and you had let out a giggle before you could catch yourself. She turned to look at you.

“Is it that bad?” She asked.

You looked again and you knew you couldn’t lie to her.

“Horrendous, but don’t worry, you’re talking to a pro and her legendary daughter, your hair will be salvaged and the world will return to normal,” You proclaimed making her smile.

“I’ll hold you to that,” She said and you both had begun talking non-stop as your mom worked on saving her hair from the disastrous work of this ‘Will’ as you sat waiting for the dye to work it’s magic in your hair.

Six months later you were at her apartment which she shared with Will, but you had never actually met him before, only heard the wacky and wonderous stories about him and his childish antics that he and his friends got up to. Gee had actually sent you the link to his youtuber and you came to find him to actually be pretty funny and you and Gee would share memes over text or on twitter about the videos.

“Oi, Gee! What we feeling today, eh? Lazy and slobbish so we get a maccies, lazy yet somewhat classy so we order Dominos or shall we finally decide to get off our arse and go out for lunch?” You say, walking out the kitchen to where she was sitting on the settee.

“Oh, actually I just got a text from Will, he’s invited me to go for lunch with him and the rest of the boys,”

You smile slightly and hand her the cup that she always uses. “Ah alrighty, no problem. I’ll head out as soon as I’m finished with my drink then, yeah?”

She looks up at you and smiles widely, kind of freaking you out considering it was out of nowhere.

“Why don’t you come with me?!” She exclaims.

“Say what now?”

“No seriously, it will be fun! You get to meet my roommate and the rest of the crazy lot, you’re going to meet eventually when you come along to one of our parties, might as well meet them while you’re sober!”

You thought about it but really you didn’t see why not, it wasn’t like you had a valid reason to decline either, what was the worst that could happen? So, you accepted and after borrowing some of Gee’s clothes and makeup so you didn’t look like an absolute slob walking around in your paint-stained joggers and oversized hoodie, you ended up in front of Nandos where you were to meet everybody.

You both walk in, still mid conversation as you made a joke which had Gee in stitches, drawing the attention of everyone in the restaurant, including the table of four boys that you were currently walking towards.

“No way, imagine that,” Gee giggles in response to your joke.

You arrive at the table and greet everyone to which they then greet you back in return.

“Hey everyone! This here is my dear friend Y/N, I invited her along so she can meet you weirdos now and get used to you before being exposed to the pure madness you all are once drunk,” Gee explains to which they all protest before simmering down and introducing themselves.

“Hi, I’m James, it’s lovely to meet you,” the one with soft features says, his brown lock slightly messy but it makes him look adorable, despite his unkempt hair he looked well put together and you could tell he put a lot of effort into his appearance.

“I’m George,” the smaller of the lot says with a soft smile, offering his hand for you to shake which you accept and gently shake his hand.

“‘Ello, I’m Alex,” the one adorning a bright pink jumper with a slogan you couldn’t quite read says, you smile and give him a small wave before turning to the last boy when your breath catches in your throat.

First of all, Will was far more attractive in person compared to in his videos or the pictures Gee has shown you, his hair mainly hidden underneath his beanie but his fringe was poking out, exposing the silky brown locks that looked soft to touch. His brown eyes looking at you, slightly widened and his mouth slightly left ajar. Was he okay? Was there something on your face? George nudges him and he looks like he broke out a trance before smiling widely.

“Hey, I’m Will,” He says, the big voice you’re used to hearing in his videos weren’t present, instead a gentle and soothing voice replaced it.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you all, I watch all of your videos and think they’re brilliant,” You compliment, sliding into the booth so you’re sat next to Gee and across from Will.

A chorus of ‘thank you’ made its rounds and you smiled at them all and began to engage in animated conversations, your arms flailing wildly as you retell the story about the time you met Gee, Will’s face becoming flushed which you found utterly adorable.

Few hours later your food was long finished but you were still sitting in the restaurant with your drinks talking to everyone as if you had been friends with these people for years.

“I need to pop to the loo, come with me?” Gee asks you.

You nod in confirmation and tell everyone you’ll be right back before walking with Gee into the toilets, lifting yourself up to sit on the counter.

“So, how’s meeting everyone?” She asks through a stall door.

“They’re absolutely lovely,” you exclaim, turning to look at your reflection in the mirror.

“Have a liking to anyone in particular?” She asks in a suggestive tone, which makes you look at the stall door through the mirror in confusion.

“I don’t know… a certain Northern lad with brown hair, brown eyes and has been looking at you like a lost puppy for the past three hours.”

Your heart leaped at the thought of Will looking at you while you were busy talking to others, not realising.

“I-“

“Was staring at him too, you’re not subtle either of you,”

You stumble for words while Gee laughs softly, walking out the stall and over to the sinks to wash her hands. You look down at her and curse her for being so observant.

“He’s cute… and funny, doesn’t necessarily mean I have a liking to him, if we’re going by those two adjectives then I must have a liking to everyone sitting at that table. Including you.”

“Oh come off it, you know you like Will, stop being a big baby and admit it,”

“I literally met him three hours ago, this isn’t a Disney film I can’t fall in love with him and accept his hand in marriage just because we’ve got a mutual attraction,”

Gee nods and smiles.

“You wanna marry him, huh?”

You nudge her and shake your head. Both of you head out and back to the table before noticing everyone’s getting up and leaving, you notice you still have almost a full glass of beer so you decide to neck it in one, eliciting whoops and hollers from

everyone and you laugh and shyly wipe away the froth from your face.

Everyone begins to head out but you hang back,

not wanting to have to walk fast so as to not get trampled on.

“Are you coming to the party this weekend?”

You turn your head and see Will standing next to you, looking sheepish which makes you smile.

“I believe I am, yes, Gee would have my head else,” you joke which makes him laugh.

“She is a fiesty one I’ll give you that,”

“Too right she is, damn woman frightens me,”

You both laugh and continue the journey back to Will’s and Gee’s apartment, joking with each other the entire way there. Gee joins in at some point but soon dips to talk to everyone else since you were walking too slowly for her liking.

Once back at theirs you all play a few rounds of fifa which you were absolutely shit at which Will spares no effort to remind you of that, but soon it’s time for you to go home since you still have to clean your apartment and get some studying done.

“See you on Saturday yeah?” Will shouts which you smile and nod at in agreement.

“It’s a date.” You say before walking out the door with a wave.

Will sits there, mouth agape. He turns his head to Gee and points to the door.

“She said it’s a date,”

“It’s not like you had the balls to do it,” she comments before standing up and walking towards the stairs, discreetly watching Will

dance around happily with a smile.

Saturday came around faster than you thought it would, although it seems like it took forever because you are looking forward to seeing Will again. You’ve been texting non-stop since you all went out for that meal but you haven’t had the time to go and meet them, so you are excited for tonight. You want to make sure you looked amazing.

Grabbing your clothes and makeup you shove them into your bag alongside some alcohol for pre-drinks that you had promised. You drive to Gee’s and Will’s to get ready with her while listening to a playlist you had created sometime ago, you had suddenly remembered the password to your Spotify and decided to reminisce with some old tunes.

The drive seems quicker with the music accompanying you and you find yourself walking towards the apartment building and soon enough, you’re knocking on their door.

“Come in~!” You hear from inside.

“Gee!” You greet as you walk up to her and give her a hug.

“Let’s go get ready! We’re late enough as it is!”

Getting ready goes without a hitch, no mental breakdowns, no wardrobe malfunctions and even your makeup goes on well. It’s almost as if things were perfect. Maybe too perfect.

“It’s time to partyyy~” Gee squeals down your ear excitedly.

It turns out the party has moved from Will’s and Gee’s apartment to George and Alex’s because of their next-door neighbours, which explains when Gee walks past she sticks two fingers up in payback and squeals with laughter all the way to the elevator.

You giggle at her childish antics and balance yourself in the lift, cursing yourself for not eating before you both began pre-drinks. You eventually end up at the party, after multiple trips and snapchat videos of each other acting a complete fool. “We are here!” Gee shouted as she threw open the front door. There was a massive roar of ‘welcome’ as you both stumble your way deeper into the apartment. You found the usual friendship group aka the Nandos Lot, and you smiled brightly and you wave enthusiastically at everyone, genuinely happy to see each and every one of them.

“Y/N! Glad you came!” Alex chimes, coming for a hug, which everyone else shortly repeats, not wanting to feel left out.

Everyone but Will, that was, who was sheepishly stood to the side, when he noticed you were looking at him expectantly, arms open, his eyes widen as he began stuttering something about needing a drink before running off towards the kitchen. You shrug his odd behaviour off and began looking for a drink, you quickly whip up a concoction and then after you down the entirety of your red solo cup, you walk back to your friends, grab the closest pair of hands and walk into the middle where the make-shift dance floor was.

Dancing freely to the music blasting through the speakers and barely being concealed through the wide walls of the boy’s apartment, you smile up to your dancing partner and to your pleasant surprise you see Will looking at you in bewilderment.

“Come on! I didn’t drag you here to stand there! Dance with me!” After a lot of convincing and a couple dozen shots, Will finally calmed down and began dancing with you, you both started to have a really enjoyable time. You began to notice how he seemed to have a childish glint to his eyes while drunk, he looked really happy and carefree this way. You loved the way he was constantly smiling and let out a rupture of laughs at your choice of dance moves and even his silliness when he took you up on your offer of a dance battle.

“You should be like this sober! You’re so much fun to be around!” You exclaim, grabbing his hands as you try to twirl around to which he aids you with, not bothering to stop twirling you which makes your head spin.

“I would but I always end up makin’ myself look like a right tit in front of the lass i have a crush on,” he explains, nonchalantly, seemingly not realising what he was saying.

You stop twirling and look at him as much as you could, the alcohol and the twirling wasn’t the greatest mix when you were looking for stability,

“You have a crush on me?” You ask in surprise.

Who would have thought. Will fucking Lenney had a crush on you. Of all people. You were ready to scream with excitement when his eyes bugged out, he looked scared and began to curse himself under the sun for his slip.

“Naw- fuck, I just meant that- no, I-” He began tripping over his words and you giggle over how cute he was.

You raise yourself onto your tip-toe and give him a shy peck on the lips, it only lasted a short few seconds, but it left your lips tingling and you smile wide at him.

“Will, I like you too, dummy,”

He smiles one of the most gorgeous smiles you have seen like ever, and shyly pulls you closer to him.

“How’d ya feel about ditching and coming back to mine? We can watch a movie and get to know each other more,”

You giggle at that.

“Sure, let’s play two truths, one lie, for each wrong answer we take a shot, for every right answer, you get a kiss,” you proclaim with a smile.

“You’re fuckin on, Love.”

[queenmylovely]

Okay but concept: being surprised when ben says he has a crush on you because hes Like That with all his friends (especially after a couple drinks) like youve lost count of the times hes kissed your cheek or hugged you for no reason and yeah it makes you go all gooey whenever he does it but that's just ben! he's an affectionate dude! Except then he admits its different with you and idk man im just real deep in my ben feels rn and oh that boy will be the death of me

Okay, Brigid how dare you send this to me right when I was going to get ready for bed, bitch? Jk, i love it and ily and mayhaps was inspired to write a quick blurb about it. 

Yeah, I wrote that before actually writing this and it’s 1.7k so it’s going below the cut. No warnings but fluff and awkwardness and cussing lol 

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You could still smell the intoxicating mix of cologne, scotch, and cigarettes and feel the ghost of warm arms wrapped around your body when someone’s voice pulled you from your haze.

“Earth to Y/N,” Lucy said, waving a hand in front of your face.

“Huh? What?” you asked confusedly after batting her hand away.

“Well I was trying to have a conversation with my friend, until Ben came up to hug you and so rudely interrupted me. Then you turned all mushy ‘cause you’re in love with him,” she said dryly.

“Wh- I- I am not in love with him,” you sputtered out, having made the mistake of taking a sip of your drink as she spoke.

“You’re in love with him, you think he’s cute, same difference,” she replied and you were about to protest when she kept talking. “I don’t know why the two of you don’t get together, or at least fuck.”

“Oh my- because we don’t have feelings for each other that’s why,” you reasoned and she gave you a withering look. “…Well he doesn’t have feelings for me, is that a good enough reason for you?”

Lucy laughed, actually laughed at your question and you frowned in confusion. “Are you kidding me? You don’t think that that man- Ben- has feelings for you? How do you explain his touchiness and lingering hugs and kisses on the cheek?”

You shook your head at her and explained, “Ben’s just a flirty person. He’s like that with everyone, especially when he’s tipsy.”

“Bullshit. He doesn’t hug me like that, with his hands wrapped tight around you, squeezing your waist, and practically running a hand through your hair. And he only kisses my cheek and just barely when we say hello and goodbye. He kisses you for no reason all the time,” she countered, her gaze set evenly with yours.

You opened and closed your mouth a couple times, trying to find a response even as Lucy’s description of what your and Ben’s hugs looked like made you feel warmer than usual. Then you said lamely, “That’s just because you have Rami. He’s not going to be the same with someone who’s in a relationship.”

“Okay, if you’re gonna keep talking this shit, at least go get me a refill,” Lucy said, holding her empty glass up to you.

You rolled your eyes but smiled and grumbled out, “Fine,” before grabbing her glass and heading to the bar.

The bar was a much louder scene than the one the two of you were in at your little high-chaired table for two. There were people shouting at one another in conversation, clearly too drunk to realize they weren’t using the correct volume. Many were clamoring for the bartender’s attention to order more drinks and you cringed at the thought of heading into the fray. Lucky for you, you spotted four of your friends in a little group and walked up to them, catching them at the end of a conversation.

“Just do it, you coward,” Joe laughed before taking a shot and you saw all the other three down theirs as well. His comment had been directed towards Ben, and you assumed it had been about taking the shot. Since you had walked up behind him, you couldn’t tell what he had thought of the shot he didn’t want to slam.

“Hiya guys,” you said cheerfully, and three sets of eyes moved to you in synch. Joe, Rami, and Gwil’s faces cracked into smiles as they started laughing for some reason, just as Ben whipped around to face you.

Ben’s face immediately flushed, a side effect of the alcohol you mused, and he cracked an uneasy smile of his own.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said, his voice unusually high, but he still pulled you closer for a quick peck on the cheek as if he couldn’t help himself, and you felt heat spread from the point of contact across your entire face. Hopefully it wasn’t too noticeable.

“Whatcha up to?” Joe asked you goofily, nodding to the one practically full and one completely empty glass in your hands.

“Oh, I was sent to get a refill for Lucy. Apparently our topic of conversation requires some libation,” you joked, careful not to reveal anything specific.

“I can handle that, why don’t you stay and chat for a second?” Rami told you, grabbing the glass from your hand and walking up to the bar, somehow finding the one empty spot and getting the bartender’s attention right away.

“You know, I was just thinking I wanted to put a song on the jukebox. Help me find a good one, Joe?” Gwil asked, Joe nodded, and as they walked away together you saw them giggling and stealing glances back.

“Okay…” you said, taking one of their empty chairs to face Ben. You were about to make a comment about everyone’s strange behavior when you looked at Ben. His face was still flushed, and he kept glancing between you and his hands.

You reached out and placed a hand on his knee gently, “Ben, you alright?”

His knee tensed at your contact, and he looked at your hand apprehensively, so you started to move it away, self-conscious at having initiated the contact, but before you could completely, Ben grabbed your hand.

Looking up at him as you felt the warmth from his hand spreading up your arm and through your entire body, you waited for him to speak.

“Actually, can I talk to you?” he asked nervously.

“Of course, you can talk to me about anything,” you nodded, a little worried from his tone that something was wrong.

“…Do you wanna go outside for a bit? I can hardly hear my own voice in here,” Ben suggested and you agreed, following his lead out the door.

As soon as you stepped outside, you were hit with the temperature change. The bar had been hot and almost sweaty with all the people, but outside the air was freezing. You shivered, and rubbed your hands on your upper arms, hoping the friction would keep you warm.

“Oh fuck, I forgot how cold it is out here,” Ben said, after he turned back to you and saw your shivering form. He took off his overcoat and had you turn around, helping you to pull it on over your cute, but definitely too thin for the weather, sweater.

You turned back around, smiling at him for the friendly gesture. He smiled back at you, a dreamy look in his eyes at seeing you wrapped up in his too-big-for-you coat. The warm feeling it gave him distracted him from why the two of you had come outside.

“So…” you prompted, wondering yourself what you were doing out in the cold.

“Right, I’m supposed to be talking to you,” Ben said, shaking his head clear from those thoughts. “Basically, um, I just wanted to tell you– well, the boys told me to tell you– not that it’s not true or anything, I’m just kinda a coward and not good at this stuff– and I do want to tell you– I guess I think I’m trying to give hints or something, but, um, they told me that’s not enough and that I should just get over it and– I mean I’m just kind of nervous and I don’t, um, want to, uh, make anything weird– well, I’m–”

“Ben,” you said, interrupting his rambling lest he go on and on until the two of you froze. “Take a breath. I promise, whatever you’re trying to tell me will be alright,” you told him, trying to be a supportive friend through whatever seemingly troublesome thing he was trying to tell you.

He took your advice and breathed in and out in time with the guidance of your hands a couple times before he seemed ready. “Okay. What I’m trying to tell you is that I really really like you and have feelings for you, romantically. And I guess I’m hoping you feel the same way.”

You stared at Ben in shock, not moving except to blink a couple times in confusion. As you remained silent, Ben started getting a slightly panicked look on his face and lifted a hand to cover it slightly.

“Aw, fuck, I shouldn’t have said anything, now the whole group’s dynamic is going to be off–”

“Wait, Ben are you serious? Like, you’re for real?” you ask, interrupting him again and making him drop his hand to look at you.

“Serious about liking you? Yeah I’m serious about that,” he said a little sheepishly, dropping his gaze from yours.

“Like 100%, heart attack serious?” you repeated, the meaning of his words finally breaking through your shock.

“Yes, 100% heart attack serious, do we really need to drive this point furth– are you laughing?” now it was his turn to be confused and he looked back up to see you smiling and giggling. Even in his confused state he couldn’t help but return your beautifully contagious smile, “Why are you laughing?”

“Because, Ben, I’ve liked you for months, and Lucy just told me, like ten minutes ago, that you like me and I didn’t believe her,” you explained, taking a step closer to him, still smiling.

“She did? How’d she know? Did the boys tell her?” he asked you, skipping over the part where you said you liked him too.

“No, she said it was obvious with all the hugs and cheek kisses and stuff, but I didn’t believe her,” you admitted, taking another step closer.

“You didn’t?”

“No, I mean, you’re a pretty flirty drunk, Ben. Always giving and receiving those cheek kisses like no one’s business,” you said cheekily, taking one more step. “Then again, maybe I just notice it happening with everyone else because I’m jealous.”

“Jealous?” he asked, his voice higher again as you were now just one step away from being pressed up against him.

“Mhm,” you nodded, and you moved your forearms to rest on his chest, keeping one hand there but running a finger from the other hand along his cheek and jaw to his chin. Then you brushed the pad of your thumb ever so lightly along his parted lower lip. “Yeah I think I was just jealous because I wanted all of that attention, your lips on me, and my lips on you, and no one else’s anywhere.”

Ben’s hands found their way to your waist and he said, practically breathlessly, as he stared into your eyes, “That’s- that’s what I want too.”

“Yeah?” you asked, glancing between his eyes and lips and he moved closer and closer.

“Yeah,” he breathed over your lips, just before connecting his mouth to yours.

★★★ 

I’m also tagging because it’s practically oneshot length: @riseetothesun @caborhapch @drowseoftaylor @queenlover05

[ivybucky]

family values (b.b.) pt 1???

prompt: you take Bucky home to meet your family for the first time for a week’s stay during thanksgiving

A/N: this is partially inspired because my uncle is bringing his girlfriend home for thanksgiving and i absolute adore her and she’s so cute with all my cousins so i thought it would be fun to see bucky in a similar situation

- also when this comes out I’m pretty sure it’ll be my birthday??? if i finish it in time-

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author: abby

words: 2161

pairing: bucky barnes x farm!girl-ish reader

song i’m listening to: innamorata - dean martin

“I’m not sure about this, Y/N,” Bucky worried front the driver’s seat of the truck that drove both of you through the back roads of Tennessee. “What if they don’t like me? I’m not exactly everyone’s type.” he muttered with a tight lipped smile. 

You reached across the middle console in between you to wrap your hand around his on the gear shift, squeezing it just a little. “Honey, if they’re anything like me, they’ll fall in love with you the moment they lay eyes on you,” you gushed, making his neck go a little pink before he glanced over at you with a wide smile. 

“Gosh, doll,” he chuckled. “I knew you were into me back then, but I didn’t know I affected you that much.” His fingers intertwined with yours, giving a slight squeeze back. “I’m just worried ‘s all.  So many new people.”

“Baby, if you want to leave at any point, just let me know,” you stated more firmly. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t wanna do. Whatever makes you comfortable, okay?”

Bucky gave a soft smile at you before turning his attention to the long and winding road ahead of him. He lifted your intertwined hands to kiss the back of yours before mumbling into it, “Okay.”

- 

The Y/L/N Family Farm sat on 40 acres of small hills that were backed by a nearby creek. Cattle, donkeys, ducks, and chickens scattered the land, grazing through the grass. The pond out front still with occasional ripples when a turtle popped their head out, or a sunfish surfaced for food. Besides the house, there was a barn, with various old machinery and memorabilia stored, and a greenhouse off the side of the house with vegetable growth experiments. 

Bucky pulled up to the front gate of the property, punching in the gate code before entering the fence line. 

“Holy shit, doll,” he huffed, smirking a little. “I didn’t know you were a full on cowgirl.” Your hand gently smacked his chest, causing him to chuckle. 

“Wait, Buck,” you paused, seeing your grandmother’s two donkeys meandering along the driveway. “Stop here.”

You quickly got out of the truck, smiling at Bucky’s questioning gaze as you shut the door behind you. Walking up to the donkeys with your hand reaching out, you started cooing, “Hi girls, I’ve missed you.” After several sniffs of your hand, one of the donkeys gently pressing their nose into your hand. Soon they were nuzzling both of their heads against your torso, huffing affectionately. 

The slight electrical buzz of the car window sounded and you looked up to see Bucky’s wide and loving grin. “As cute as this is babydoll, we should probably go say hi to your folks.” 

Arriving at the entry of the house, you felt Bucky take a deep breath beside you before looking at you with a nervous smile. You widely turned it, grabbing his hand and knocking on the door, before entering. 

“Gram? Mom? We’re here!” you called out, pulling Bucky behind you. Laughter rang out through the living room and kitchen as you rounded the corner. 

“Y/N, sweetie, it’s so good to see you,” your grandmother gushed as your pulled you into a hug, your mother trailing behind. “Hi sweetheart.” 

Both of them took a step after greeting you and made pointed looks towards Bucky, who, still behind you, had a wide smile at your interactions. You giggled, grabbing his hand to pull him forward, “This is my boyfriend, Bucky.” 

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N has told me so much about you,” he smiled widely, sticking his hand out to shake theirs, only to be met with a forceful hug from your grandmother. 

“Y/N never told us how handsome you are,” she gushed, letting him go. Your mother chuckled, “No, I’m pretty sure she couldn’t stop telling us how handsome he was.” 

You face went red, “Mom! Can we not, please?” Bucky chuckled next you, squeezing your hand. 

You made your way around the room, greeting and introducing Bucky to your various aunts, uncles, and cousins. Your grandfather, being a little intense, had given him a stern handshake before straightforwardly asking him about his intentions. You tensed, clinging to Bucky’s metal arm at the question. He only chuckled before looking at you smiling and saying, “Just to make her as happy as she can be.” 

Your grandfather smiled widely at him, a sight in itself, and said, “Good answer.”

Once you had settled in, conversation flowed smoothly. Your family knew about your work with the Avengers and were quite proud, asking questions about your work and how things were going. With Bucky most of your family tread lightly around his past, but asked about some of his most recent missions. Your grandfather, however, wasn’t afraid to get right to the important questions. 

“So when you worked for Hydra,” he started, getting several yelps from his family. “What I’m just asking a question?” Bucky’s fingers intertwined with yours, and chuckled. 

“It’s okay, really,” he smiled before continuing. “What did you wanna know?”

You called his name, just quiet enough for only him to hear, but he only responded with a wink. 

“When you worked for hydra,” your grandfather began again, almost pausing for someone to try and stop him again. “What did they do to brainwash you?” 

Your grandmother gasped, “My GOD Y/GP/N, could you BE any more subtle?”

Bucky stiffened just a tad next you, letting his hand tighten on yours. 

“You know, sir,” he began with an intake of breath, before smiling once more. “I try not to think about that stuff because I’m in a better place now, and to be completely honest, that time of my life is a little fuzzy. But I know there was electrocution and a lot of physical abuse involved.” 

You let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding. Your grandfather nodded, “It’s incredible how far you’ve come from such a bad situation. I know it was probably a hard struggle letting go of your past and all the things they made you do. I’m glad that you’ve found Y/N, and I’m glad you’ve been able to outgrow the person you were forced to be.”

Tears welled in your eyes, as you smiled at your grandfather. Bucky relaxed against you, smiling. “Thank you sir,” he said softly, trying not to let too many emotions come through, before looking down at you. “I’m glad I found her too.”

-

 “I really like him,” your mother said as she stood next to you in the kitchen grabbing a drink for the both of you. You looked up to him laughing and smiling with your cousins who were about your age. Feeling your eyes on him, he met your gaze and shot you a wink before continuing the conversation. You smiled widely at your mother, “Trust me, me too.”

“Go sit back down with him and spend some time with him,” she chuckled. 

“Mom, I was gonna help with the dishes,” you argued. 

“No, don’t worry about it. He wants you over there, I can tell.” You chuckled before taking your drinks over to your seat. 

He wrapped an arm around your back, pulling you closer to him. “Thanks, doll.”

Conversation with your cousins continued until one of your small cousins (and your favorite) came up to you.

“Y/N, can you and Mr. Bucky come play with us outside?” she near whined. You giggled, “Why do you ask him?”

Shyly she went up to Bucky who was already smiling in her direction and climbed into his lap. “Mr. Bucky will you and Y/N come play with us outside?” He chuckled rubbing her back a little. 

“Of course! How could I turn that down?” You giggled again, picking her up off his lap and carrying her outside where her fellow younger cousins were. 

“Alright kiddos,” Bucky announced with his hands on his hips. “What are we playing. 

“Hide and seek!” he chuckled at the unanimous yell. “Bucky will you be it?”  

“Sure, I’ll give a 30 second head start.” The cousin who brought you out here ran and hid behind your legs, causing you to giggle. Various children ran behind trees and bushes and cars in the front of the house. 

After Bucky was done counting, he uncovered his eyes and looked around the area. Immediately he knew the location of every single kid, but of course he wasn’t gonna act like he knew. However, when his eyes landed on you with little hands wrapping around the front of your legs, he couldn’t help himself. 

“Hmmm doll you look awfully suspicious,” he stated, slowly walking towards you with mischievous glint in his eye. “I think I’m gonna have to check you out.”

“James,” you said fearfully yet stern, holding your hands up. “Don’t you dare.”

“Aww doll, I think I have to,” he said now inches from you, pausing before lifting you up over his shoulder to find the small child behind you. You fell into a fit of giggles. 

“Bucky put me down!” you laughed. 

“No I don’t think I will,” he stated matter-of-factly, ticking your side. 

“Kids come help me!!” you yelped. Kids from all directions came from around you two swarmed Bucky’s legs, trying to knock him down. Of course, his super soldier strength was gonna be able to hold out against their attempts. 

Swiftly, he scooped up one of the girls, flinging her over his other shoulder. Fits of giggles from the kids just continued to sound out as Bucky finally set you down on you feet, earning a light smack on the chest. He just laughed and gave you a quick peck on the lips before being dragged out by the girls somewhere. 

You chuckled walking as he looked back at you fearfully. Your grandmother, unknown to you had walked up next to you. 

“So when are you kids getting married?” she suddenly asked, making you jump. 

“Gosh Gram, I didn’t see you,” you sighed. “I don’t even know if that’s what he wants. I’m just happy I get to be with him, even if he doesn’t want long term.”

“You’re an idiot,” she huffed.

“Gram!” 

“What? You’d have to be an idiot to not see how in love with you he is. And he agreed to spend an entire week with your family? No one does that if they don’t want long-term sweetie.”

Bucky was sitting in the grass now letting the three smallest girls play with his long hair, putting braids in it to make it “pretty”. Bucky turned to you and grinned, mouthing ‘I love you’ in your direction. You winked back. 

“Marry that man, Y/N,” she sighed, with a small smile. “As soon as you can. I’m positive that’s the only thing on his mind.” 

- 

After hours of playing with the kids and sitting down to watch a movie with the whole family, everyone but you and Bucky had retreated to their room. Now you sat on the couch by the fireplace with Bucky’s head in your lap. You fingers softly brushing out the braids that had stayed in his hair, causing him to sigh and flutter his eyes closed every time your nails ran through is scalp. 

“Baby,” he murmured. “You keep doing that and I’m gonna fall asleep right here, right now.” 

You giggled. “I keep I’m gonna keep one in. It looks good on you.” 

He sat up next to you, pulling you into his side, pulling your legs into his lap so he could rub them. He kissed the top of your head.

“Bucky, you were amazing today,” you sighed, resting your head on his chest. “Everyone just absolutely loved you. Those little girls would have you all to themselves if they could.” 

“Come on, doll. You know you’re the only girl for me,” he chuckled, causing you to smile.

“Mom and my grandparents really liked you. I think Gramps was impressed by you,” you winced, remembering his question from earlier. “I’m sorry if they were a bit overbearing tonight.”

“Doll,” he lifted your chin to meet your gaze. “I love your family. They made you and they’re apart of you. Quirks and all, I couldn’t be happier to be here right now.” 

You smiled softly, before pressing your lips to his in a loving kiss. You pulled away and rested your forehead against his. “I love you,” you smiled. 

“I love you,” he responded, wrapping his arms around you bringing you closer somehow. 

You giggled, “Those kids really did have fun with you.” He chuckled next to you.

“They were fun to be with,” he sighed. “Promise me we’ll have a girl.” You met his eyes searching for some type of confirmation of seriousness. You saw heartfelt truth as he smiled almost sheepishly at you. You smiled back, wrapping a hand around his middle. 

“I promise.”

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