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anim-ttrpgs · 3 months ago

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The Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy October 17th Beta update has launched today on itch.io for free!

Happy Halloween! We pulled out all the stops just to get the update out in time for you to prep and play it for your group’s Halloween game! The free adventure module that comes with it, “Horror Harry’s Haunted House”, takes place on Halloween after all! In it, your investigators will solve a “murder mystery” in a charmingly spooky haunted house escape room. It serves as a sort of investigation and survival training ground for you and your PCs to learn the ropes before jumping into more Call-of-Cthulhu-esque adventures where death is around every corner. (You can even get two more adventure modules over on our patreon)

Download the new rulebook here on itch.io! Even if you download it for free, just checking it out, talking about it, reblogging this post, etc. helps us out immensely. We are a diverse, largely queer team setting out to slay a dragon, we’ve already been working on this for four years, and we need all the community support we can get!

If you’re wondering what Eureka even is, watch this trailer, or read this post if you don't wanna watch a video.

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If you’ve ever tried to run a murder mystery in D&D, what you really needed was Eureka.

If you’re coming from the August beta release, which I assume you are, lemme tell you that a lot has been improved. I’ll go over some of the highlights, and post the full changelog under the cut. It’s still free, but if you could throw a bit of money out way on the itchio page, even if you’ve paid before, that would be a massive, massive help. We’re actually a bit over budget even with the relative success of the Kickstarter, plus for one of us this is their primary source of income.

Trait Overhaul

There’s a few new Traits, and nearly every single existing Trait has been redone to make them better and/or more interesting. Each Trait will now have an even more significant effect on your gameplay experience.

Combat Overhaul + World's Best Grappling Rules

Combat in Eureka is now better than ever, and it was already really good - plus, now you can actually comprehend the dang rules! The previous combat rules, I admit, were a dense and confusing slog to read through, even if they worked really well once you understood them. Now, thanks to our editor, you can understand them! Instead of being split across four chapters, it’s now just two chapters. One chapter explains weapons and is mostly just for stat reference, and the other chapter is focused on telling you everything your character can do during “dangerous situations,” which are not just combat, but really just any kind of scenario where a character can get hurt. As a special highlight to the combat overhaul, Eureka now boasts the first ever set of grappling rules that are viable, realistic, and fun to employ at the table! I’m serious when I say I have never seen them done like this before, and think they offer an actual leap forward in something that TTRPGs have struggled with since early editions of D&D! I also put a lot of my own judo and other martial arts experience to work here.

Monster Overhaul

A lot of what I said about the pre-overhaul combat sections of the rulebooks were also true of the monster PC rules. They were dense, hard to reference, and disorganized. Well not anymore! All six playable monsters in Eureka have been completely rewritten using the skills I have gained as a game designer since first writing them, and, like the regular Traits, they have all been at the very least tweaked to be more interesting and have a greater effect on gameplay, and some have been changed entirely with all new subsystems! Witches brew potions now, fairies actually have stuff to do with the names they collect, and more! Plus, speaking of Traits, every monster can have more regular Traits now, to really help flesh out their personality!

CHANGE LOG

Copy-editing Progress: Thoroughly copy-edited up to p. 302. Half-ass copy-edited up to p. 322.

WHOLE BOOK

Stuck most of the $42+ kickstarter backer submission info into the very back of the book just to get it out of our email inbox and to allow the whole team to be able to more easily see it and work with it. Going to be doing more to integrate this stuff into the actual rulebook soon.

Changed the headings to hopefully be more legible. Please give us feedback on what you think of this change.

CHAPTER 1

Changed the limitations on how Comfort is used to restore investigator Composure.

Fixed a typo in the investigation example of play.

Made it so that Composure rolls for fears in the “Ridiculous” category don’t even always need to be rolled when these things are encountered.

Moved Character Health and Status, Grievous Wounds, Healing, and Healing Example sections to Chapter 1.

Changed Partial Incapacitation to give -2 modifiers instead of -1.

Overhauled the rules for injuries, incapacitation, and grievous wounds completely. A ton of it is changed.

Added codified rules for medical facilities and what to do in the case of investigator death.

Added “The Creeps” optional rule.

Tweak to When is the Party “Split” section regarding how long to go before jumping between groups.

Lots of new art has been added.

Tweaks to Be Prepared to Lose section.

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Additions to the What is Eureka For section

Changed comforting factors and exacerbating factors for Composure rolls to be +/-2 instead of +/-1 so they make a real difference.

New snoop

Changed the font of the section headings in the Ticking Clock section. Let us know what you think of these headings compared to the other headings, because we are considering changing all the headings to be like this.

Better clarified some stuff about how Ticks work when an adventure starts at some random time of day.

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More art has been added

Made travel take more time and matter more

CHAPTER 2

Changed the CQC skill to Close Combat, as this is more clear and obvious what that means at a glance

Made lots of copy-editing progress. Many paragraphs are shorter and convey the rules more clearly.

Changed the way the Burnout Trait works. It now causes the investigator to lose flat Composure each day rather than affecting their Composure rolls.

Changed the Death Wish Trait to not suck.

Changed the Elementary! Trait to use Visual Calculus instead of Social Cues.

Changed Go With Your Gut Trait to not suck.

Added that wallets and like basic clothing and stuff have a WP cost of 0

Added glasses to item list

Added rope to item list

Added hand warmers to item list

Changed Arithmomania trait to where it only gives a +1 base bonus to Paperwork, and the bonus for having a lower Ignorance of Quantity Tiers of Fear rating is more investigation points.

Changed Femme Fatale to add a +1 Seduce bonus instead of +2.

Totally redid the Hardy Trait.

Added -1 modifier to I’m Okay You’re Okay Trait

Redid the Just Built Different Trait. Now it allows a character “no sell” an incoming Superficial Damage attack once per Scene, reducing the damage to 0, among a few other things.

Added Renaissance Man Trait.

Removed Love Me Trait. Might try to reword it another time, but it was too similar to too many other traits and wasn't very interesting.

Completely reworked Lover Trait.

Many new snoops have been added.

Changed the Mad Genius trait to be called Lovecraft Protagonist and changed what it does.

Removed the investigation point cap on Man of Action Trait. Also changed the name to Ask Questions Later.

Changed My Glasses Trait to only provide bonuses to Knowledge Skill Investigative Rolls.

Changed Nightstalker Trait so that it provides a bonus to all Interpersonal Rolls while trespassing

Changed None of My Business Trait to suck less.

Changed Not Finished Yet Trait to suck less.

Changed Showboater Trait to suck less.

Changed Skeptic Trait to suck less.

Smalls is now a real Trait instead of just a joke Trait.

Removed the +1 Bonus from the Unpredictable Trait.

Changed Wicked Trait to not suck.

Changed Wizened Trait to suck less.

Woo-Woo Trait no-longer based on Blacked Out Skill.

Moved “Deadly Combat, Permanent Consequences” here and changed the title to “Disabilities are Disabling”

Changed Basic Physical Therapy on the Wealth Point Item List from 3WP to 2WP.

Added new section “People Change”

Made Blissfully Ignorant trait immune to “The Creeps.”

Made the Technically… Trait have a +2 bonus instead of +1.

Updated the Hard Boiled Trait to work with the new way that injuries and incapacitation works.

Moved the Hardened Hearts snoop to be the Wicked snoop instead.

Changed “Empath” Trait to be “Empathetic” instead.

Made “Did You Know…” a better and more usable Trait

Made Hard Under Pressure a better and more usable Trait.

Changed how the WP cost of an item affects the modifier for rolling for it in-adventure. The modifier is now half the WP cost rounded down.

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Gave a proper name to the Wealth modifier attached to certain homes and vehicles, it is now called the Property Modifier(PM).

Lowered the price of firearm ammunition by 1WP

Lowered the price of desktop computers by 1WP

Lowered the price of cameras by 1WP

Combined various hand tools into one entry on the item lists and moved them to Misc.

Made hotels something that is prepaid in WP similar to food budget.

Made Large Apartment less expensive and Tiny Apartment more expensive

Moved Baseball Bat and Axe out of Weapons and into Misc.

Changed how Food Budget works.

Removed Net Skill Limit mechanic entirely

Edit to the duration of the bonuses for Femme Fatale

Changed Ninja Trait to a +2 bonus instead of +1

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Made “Sleep On It” Trait give 1D6-1 investigation points, and still give Composure.

Added “Real Capybara Hours.” Sometimes jokes are just for us.

Added animals to item lists

CHAPTER 3

Moved the section “Deadly Combat, Permanent Consequences” into chapter 2.

More art has been added.

Moved Character Health and Status, Grievous Wounds, Healing, and Healing Example sections to Chapter 1.

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Changed the name of Chapter 3 to “Dangerous Situations.” We are planning to put all the combat and other dangerous stuff into one chapter called “Dangerous Situations” and merge combat, chases, etc. into one thing rather than splitting it up and having it in a bunch of different chapters.

Made it so that the Speed mechanic works with Theater of the Mind as well, and removed that other awkward mechanic with rolling Athletics for how many turns it takes for a character to cross a large distance.

Complete restructure of the way the mechanics for movement and action are explained, as well as defining things as both Movements and Actions.

Created a Chapter 2.5. In the future when we are ready to shift the chapter numbers, Chapter 2.5 will become the new Chapter 3 and the current Chapter 3 will become Chapter 4. Chapter 2.5 currently houses the statistics of weapons and other combat items. The plan is that a first-time reader will read the weapon statistics in Chapter 2.5 before they read the combat rules in Chapter 3, which will inform the way they understand Chapter 3.

Changed damage value and special attributes of pepper spray.

Made brass knuckles do 1 penetrative damage.

Made stun guns do 2 superficial damage.

Made it so that bulletproof vests do protect against 1-damage weapons.

Moved and rearranged like everything from chapters 3-6.

Close range bonus for guns is now +2 instead of +1

Simplified Stopping Power rules (the actual way it works has not changed, we just rewrote it so that it gives the same mechanics in like a tenth of the word count)

Separated open-faced helmets and full-face helmets, and made it so that wearing a helmet along with body armor gives a -1 penalty to incoming attack rolls.

“Single Load” is now called “Internal Magazines”

Shotguns at extremely close range now have similar stopping power to a rifle, but at 5-10 yards they still have their double stopping power.

Changed how Rate of Fire works for guns. Just making it a number instead of distinct actions.

Made it so that Quick Cycling affects basically all guns except automatics, meaning characters with high Firearms skill can now fire semi-automatic pistols at 3 bullets per Action.

Streamlined Stabilization. It is no-longer a roll and instead a penalty that worsens the more bullets are being fired at once.

Made Bipods give +2 Contextual bonus instead of +1 to single stationary targets.

Changed Reactions and made them more broadly applicable and usable as a rule.

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Overhauled Grabs, Throws, Holds, and Escapes to make them a viable option in a lot more scenarios.

Defined “On the Ground” and made it its own section.

Made knock out blows and throws ignore Armor. Knock-out blows are still somewhat penalized by helmets.

Added A Real John Woo Film Optional Rule

More art has been added

Hastily updated the random chase obstacle tables for the new Movement/Action system.

Updated the example obstacles to be more in line with how we designed obstacles for the obstacle tables.

Redid how Poison works. We meant to make it less convoluted but accidentally made it more granular instead. We did write it better so it will at least feel less convoluted.

CHAPTER 4

Merged this chapter with chapter 3

CHAPTER 5

merged this chapter with chapter 3

CHAPTER 6

merged this chapter with chapter 3

CHAPTER 7

Added “Psychological Warfare” mechanic.

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CHAPTER 8

The Blacked Out Skill has been changed in two major ways. First we made it more obvious that the Blacked Out Skill applies even to knowledge of the supernatural that is not necessarily true. And also rather than working the way that every other Knowledge skill works, the Blacked Out Skill now gives leads to where answers might be found rather than immediate concrete answers.

THE GORGON IS FINISHED AND FULLY PLAYABLE!

Added that Alt. Witches have to make their supernatural ability composure rolls at +0 instead of +3. The +3 was a typo.

Started work on the complete monster overhaul.

Vampires have been completely rewritten. Most of their abilities and themes are the same, but the way the abilities work has been overhauled and improved in many cases, as well as now being formatted and structured in a sane and easily-referenceable way.

More art has been added.

Changed the +2 Contextual Close Combat bonus for the Werewolf Trait to a +1 Base Bonus

Wolfmen have been completely rewritten. Most of their abilities and themes are the same, but the way the abilities work has been overhauled and improved in many cases, as well as now being formatted and structured in a sane and easily-referenceable way.

Fairytale Witch is currently being rewritten/overhauled.

Changed Incredible Strength Mage Trait to have a +2 Close Combat bonus instead of +3.

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Clarified that gorgon blood does not heal gorgons.

Changed the way that monsters interact with Composure and their Tiers of Fear during the act of preying on other people. Instead of just ignoring it or having a bonus (i somehow left both of those conflicting rules in and no one told me), a relevant Composure roll is still made when a monster eats someone, but they do not lose Composure points from it even in the event of Partial Success or Failure. This keeps the narrative benefit of a Composure roll to show the monster’s emotional state, but without making hunting numerically pointless.

Finished the complete fairytale witch overhaul.

Made the Close Combat bonus for superhuman strength be just +1 for the vast majority of instances. The only exception is wolfman forms. They get a higher Close Combat bonus because their transformations actually make them bigger and taller and this helps a lot in Close Combat.

Reduced Athletics bonus of Incredible Strength trait to +2.

Merged the Alt. Witch with Mage, and made Mage a Misc. supernatural category instead of its own separate thing. This is going to be a really messy transition for chapter 8 so please bear with us. I am making a brief run though the chapter to clean up the biggest discrepancies this change creates, but I probably won’t get them all until the editor and I have time to actually go through and copy-edit it.

“Mage” is now its own trait, and what were previously called “mage traits” are now called “mage powers”. Mages now have between 1 and 6 mage powers as part of their mage trait, with worse composure rolls the more powers they have.

When they engage in their True Nature, monsters now have a chance to recoup some or all of the Composure they lost as a result of using their powers to hunt prey.

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Fully overhauled the fairy rules. Just one more monster to overhaul! Woo!

Changed the Curse of Slumber to take effect the next time the victim falls asleep rather than knocking them out spontaneously.

Overhauled the changeling rules to go along with the overhauled fairy rules.

Clarified something about the vampire’s In Lizard Fashion ability, they wouldnt be able to use this to stop a speeding truck.

Removed the hard limit on how many people a wolfman could eat at once, and also added rules for what happens if they shift to a smaller form with people in their stomach. Made similar tweaks for vampires.

More art has been added

Fully overhauled the Thing from Beyond, and that completes the full monster overhaul. All Monsters now consist of a single Trait, rather than needing a pair of Traits.

Gave vampires’ “wearing the evening” ability a maximum distance of 50 yards and also it is a Movement now

Made a few more adjustments to some of the monster sections to bring them up to date with the new Movement/Action mechanics.

Adjusted all instances of poison in the monster sections to account for the new poison rules.

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aerascreamer · 2 months ago

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Me, You and Regret

Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Major Character Death

Chapter 3: A Scream

Chapter: one | two | four (TBA)

Damian waited by the sidewalk with Tim leaning on his shoulder. He managed to get the older vigilante down from the roof and called Father to come and drive them home in the Batmobile. As the streetlamps highlighted Red Robin’s face, Damian noticed that he had his characteristic lost-in-case-solving expression while he bounced his injured leg out of habit.

“Stop moving your leg. And what are you thinking about?” Robin asked with a huff.

“Tonight’s fiasco reminded me of something, but I can’t wrap my mind around what…”

“You should be focusing on not worsening your leg’s condition.”

Tim let out a loud grunt of annoyance.

“I had a building explode in my back and singe my hair off. A stab wound is nothing, I’ll be fine.”

“You’re lucky that stab wound didn’t cut your femoral artery!”

The rumbling of the Batmobile’s engine cut their discussion short. The vehicle sharply took the corner and stopped with a loud screech in front of the two young men. Batman jumped out of the cockpit and turned to them, eyes piercing right through his acolytes even when hidden behind the white lenses of the cowl.

“Status report,” he ordered while wrapping one of Tim’s arms over his shoulders.

“Red Robin and I were observing a weapons deal when Red Hood arrived on the scene,” Robin declared.

“He made a deal to retrieve a dangerous gun from War World and managed to bug one of Two-Face’s men,” Tim added. “But his arrival triggered a brawl. I got injured and Red Hood had to carry me and Robin out, losing the gun in the process.”

Batman grunted in response. Damian entered first into the Batmobile before Batman set Tim next to the youngest vigilante. After a quick scan of the wound dressing, Batman sat behind the wheel and closed the door. As the car sped up, Robin grabbed a medical kit from the back of the vehicle and changed Red Robin’s already soaked wound dressing. Tim grabbed a tablet left by someone else on the car’s back seat and started browsing through the files, leg bouncing again.

“Drake, stop moving your leg.”

The young man stopped, but not before giving Damian a middle finger. Damian flipped him the bird back.

“Boys,” Father scolded without taking his eyes off the road.

The rest of the drive remained silent. Damian tried his best to halt the bleeding, but Tim’s movements started slowing down, either due to lack of sleep or blood loss. He almost let out a sigh of relief as the Batmobile entered the tunnel leading to the Cave. Soon enough, the floodlights of the base’s main room came into view. Batman quickly parked the car and jumped to his feet to open the back door and grab Tim with a practiced fluidity; years of caring for his brood had automated the motion.

The three vigilantes rushed to the medbay to be greeted by Alfred preparing all the tools necessary to close Tim’s wound. As Father set the boy down, Alfred turned to Damian, brows frowned in focus.

“Are you injured Master Damian?” Alfred asked.

“I am fine.”

“You should put ice on your nose,” Tim pipped up.

“I don’t need-”

“Go get some ice,” Father said. “Don’t let it swell.”

Damian huffed but obliged. He reached for the mini fridge of the Cave and stared down at the content inside. There were energy drinks, cakes, pastries, leftovers, and even a bowl of cereal… Back at home, the fridge was pretty much empty since so few people came back to base each night.

Damian quickly grabbed an ice pack from the freezer section and blinked fast to stop his tears. He found a chair on his way back and set up again in the shadows. Alfred and Father made quick work of Tim’s wound and helped him sit up once a proper dressing was in place. Still clutching the tablet from the car, Tim frowned at the screen and bit his lower lip, eyes darting back and forth now that he took off his mask. Then he held the device above his head with a triumphal shout.

“Found it!”

“What did you find?” Alfred asked.

“The case I just remembered!”

Alfred raised an eyebrow but didn’t push the discussion further.

As Tim leaned back in the bed, tablet set on the nightstand, Father motioned Damian to follow him. The two headed for the second cot of the medbay and Damian sat on its foot before his father took the icepack and started examining his nose. He carefully brushed the young boy’s face as he looked at the bruise, eyes sharp and focused. It always surprised Damian that these hands could be so gentle when treating injuries or comforting people. Yet, they could rain fists upon fists onto enemies who hit one of the Bats a little too hard. Finally, Father let out a satisfied sound.

“Nothing’s broken, though a bruise is starting to form. Any bleeding?”

“No. But it’s swollen, and I can’t breathe very well.”

Father let out a hum.

“Keep the ice for the moment. Then you should hit the shower and go to sleep.”

Damian nodded. He watched the man as he cleaned up the med bay before deciding to check on Tim. As he peaked behind the curtain surrounding the bed, he saw his brother already asleep, his chest rising steadily. Damian sniffed in disapproval. Tim coould fall asleep extremely fast and at the most incongruous place on Earth, so he should be taking advantage of this fact instead of drinking monstrosities after monstrosities. The young boy let out a deep sigh and headed upstairs for his quarters.

A loud explosion

A sinking ship

A bloody cot

A fading heartbeat

A shredded uniform

Damian jolted awake. His heart pounded against his ribcage and blood rushed to his temples. Using a breathing technique from Mother, he managed to calm down his body and shrug off the nightmare. The boy whipped the sweat off his forehead and sat on his bed for a few minutes when he noticed a silhouette in the darkness stretching under his desk.

Alfred the cat stared at him, eyes glowing with intelligence and wary. Damian got up and headed towards his cat when the feline arched his back. The boy stopped and crouched to see Alfred eye to eye. The cat’s eyes narrowed with clear suspicion despite the unchanging expression. Alfred must have realized Damian’s scent didn’t match the Damian from this dimension and didn’t trust the intruder pretending to be his human.

It stung, as Damian really wanted to take the cat in his arms. The boy opted to lie down on his belly, putting his chin on his crossed arms.

“I’m not him, but I swear I would never do anything to hurt you,” Damian said as softly as possible in Arabic.

Alfred narrowed his eyes, swishing his tail. Damian sighed and headed for the window. With the cat’s appearance, Damian decided he could take care of a major plot for the plan immediately instead of later. He climbed down the vines attached to the wall leading to his chamber and headed as silently as possible to the barn located further away in the Manor’s grounds. He unhooked the planks locking the two massive doors closed and stepped inside.

The familiar smell of hay and animals caught his nose. It reminded him of the time he took care of his pets in the company of his siblings but also of the Kent farm, where Jon often took him to spend the holidays. Damian couldn’t thank him enough for lending the Fortress’s technology that allowed him to dimension hop.

Deep in her sleep, Batcow didn’t twitch as Damian passed her stall. And with the flap of leather wings, Goliath landed in front of Damian from his perch. The red demon bat sniffed Damian and tilted his head in confusion. Damian carefully put his hand on the beast’s snout.

“I’m not your Damian but… I really need your strength.”

The morning light filtered into the Manor’s kitchen. Damian stood next to Alfred as he watched the man prepare breakfast. The familiar smell and motion soothed him, which didn’t help his mind still groggy with sleep.

“Is it ready?” Damian asked.

“Almost, you can wait at the table Master Damian.”

With a yawn, Damian took his seat and kicked his feet in the air as he pondered his plans for the day: Since it was Saturday, Damian didn't have to worry about school, so he should be taking advantage of the free time to investigate all the family’s activities. He already knew Jason would be leaving Gotham for a mission in two weeks and hoped to use that fact to his advantage. Maybe fabricating a lie that Jason had to cut all communication for this mission could delay the time it will take for the Bats to figure out his scheme enough...

A loud yawn snapped him out of his thoughts. Father stepped into the kitchen, the dark patches under his eyes matching his black shirt.

“Hi, did you sleep well?” he asked.

“My nose’s bothered me for a while, but I’m fine now.”

Father nodded and leaned back into his chair when Alfred brought the breakfast. As they ate in silence, Damian looked at the empty chairs around the table. Regret tugged at his heart to see how the family in this universe doesn't come by often at the Manor too. But Damian hoped to fix that once he will be back home.

After a few minutes, Tim stepped in the kitchen with a crutch to take off some weight from his bad leg. The young man looked exhausted with his hair all over the place and mismatched pyjamas. But at least he wasn’t as pale as the night before. He headed for the table when he took notice of Damian and stopped dead in his tracks.

“Get off my chair Damian,” he ordered with an exasperated tone.

Damian only stared at him.

“Bruce, tell him to move.”

“Father, tell Drake to take any of the free chairs.”

The older man pinched the bridge of his nose and hid behind his newspaper. Tim sighed in defeat and took Dick’s chair. The group ate in a rather comfortable silence for once, instead of the tense atmosphere following the reveal of major secrets. Satiated, Damian left the table and decided to head for the Cave.

The boy quickly made his way down the stairs, and as he headed for the Batcomputer, he heard the echo of someone whistling. He followed the sound to the armory and saw Jason packing different items into duffle bags.

“What are you doing?” Damian asked.

Jason turned to him with a raised eyebrow.

“Looting dear old dad for my out-of-town mission?”

“Aren’t you supposed to leave only in two weeks?”

“Maybe I am. Maybe I lied.”

Damian squinted.

“Then when are you leaving?”

“That’s not something I want you or Bruce to know.”

“Why?”

Jason rolled his eyes and went back to stealing.

“I know he’s going to be a jerk when comes to my plans and preperations. I am not in a good headspace right now to deal with it. And why are you so worked up about this?”

“Because I want to know my teammates whereabouts. What kind of leader will I be if I don’t?” Damian replied and crossed his arms.

Jason laughed and closed his bags.

“Sure, little demon,” the young man said while ruffling Damian’s hair.

The boy swatted his hands and pretended to be offended. But his heart tugged as he realized how much he missed those kinds of gestures.

Damian went over his plan once again as he held onto Goliath’s fur. The dragon silently glided over the city and with the moon hidden behind the thick cover of fog and clouds, no one would notice him. As the red bat approached the borders of Crime Alley, the boy took a deep breath to clear his mind. He wished he had more time to prepare, but with Jason’s ability to pull the rug from under everyone’s feet, he didn’t have time to waste on mental preparation. Jason was still in Gotham, but Damian wasn't sure if he would leave in an hour or a few days, leaving him no choice but to take action tonight. Damian enjoyed the coolness of the wind before Goliath decended. As the bat-dragon reached his lowest point, the young vigilante jumped off his back.

Robin landed with a forward roll on a high rooftop. Surprisingly for the neighborhood, everything was silent. Usually, Crime Alley always buzzed with gunshots, car chases, and restaurants completely swarmed by customers or people holding conversations from window to window in the middle of the night. From what Damian gathered, Red Hood had been extremely active the past few weeks, probably putting as many criminals as he could out of commission before leaving the town. But although it made the boy uneasy, the silence could work in his favor for his plan to get his second older brother.

He wandered around the perimeter while keeping as close to the walls and shadows as possible. He listened for any cue of the Red Hood’s whereabouts when a couple of gunshots ran. Robin headed towards the noises as people shouted, threw projectiles at each other or traded blows before the silence fell back. The vigilante peeked down at the street below him and caught the unmistakable red shine of Jason’s helmet. Dread danced in Damian’s stomach, but he pushed down all his worries as he dropped down to the floor and screamed.

He poured all the built-up pain, restlessness and worry from the last few days into his acting as he writhed and shredded his vocal chords. Soon enough, heavy steps landed on his roof and rushed toward him.

“What the- Robin! Status!” Red Hood shouted as he kneeled next to Damian. “What happened?”

The young boy kept screetching, hoping his brother wouldn’t see past his charade.

Jason grumbled a few colorful words before holding Damian down with a firm grip. The boy felt hands poking at his face, neck and chest as the older vigilante checked for injuries that never existed.

“Nothing external. Hey, I need to take you back to the Cave to check for poisons, you hear me?”

Damian stilled his body, making sure to keep all his limbs limp.

“Shit-”

Jason lifted Damian in his arms and set him on his shoulder. The boy waited a few heartbeats and plunged a needle in the man’s exposed neck. He felt Jason’s body tense in surprise before he collapsed.

Damian managed to catch his brother’s head before it hit the floor and let out a clear whistle echo in the cold air of the night.

Then Goliath shadow swiftly carried him and his brother away.

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ternfic · 3 months ago

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Reboot

Chapter Six

“It’s so adorable! And cute!”

“Are you covering up some un-dark past?”

“Well well well! I thought ye were tough! Looks like the peg’s on the other leg!”

“Wait, is she secretly cutesy?”

Lucy couldn’t give them an answer as she fought not to hyperventilate. She could recall very clearly having her bangs bleached and dyed on a regular basis to keep the colorful highlights. Emmet had even gone with her a few times to see how it was done. “This isn’t my real hair!” she finally snapped, glaring in challenge at her friends. “My hair is naturally black! Can you guys seriously not remember my highlights fading?!”

“I dunno, Wyldstyle, that black sure looks like it’s washing right out,” Benny pointed out.

“They did something to it! Are you seriously going to trust someone you’ve known for barely an hour over someone you’ve known for five years?!”

“Pardon my language, but she’s a real grumpledumpuss,” the vampire huffed, earning a round of gasps. Lucy only gave him a flat glare.

“Take her for some music therapy,” the General commanded. “Then she’ll be ready to join our ceremony.”

Lucy struggled as she was marched to another section of the temple. “Just listen to the music, and let your mind go,” the vampire told her, just before she was shoved into a room and sealed in. She stared around as giant speakers lowered from the ceiling and almost immediately began blasting some catchy pop song, the bass thumping through her entire body.

“This song’s gonna get stuck inside your- this song’s gonna get stuck inside your- this song’s gonna stuck inside your head!”

“Oh you’ve gotta be kidding me,” she muttered, but soon the annoyance faded to horror as she could feel it working its way through her. It was burrowing into her brain, just as it threatened it would, slowly starting to pick at her less than happy memories. With a shriek she launched herself at one of the speakers, tearing it apart in seconds. She fashioned a pair of headphones from the debris to try to block out the insidious music before grabbing a long pole and using it to pry open another door. It shattered under the force of her fury.

On the other side was Unikitty, her fur its natural bubblegum pink for the first time in years. “Unikitty, let’s get out of here!”

“Wyldstyle, it’s fun! Sing along!”

The rest of the group joined them then, closing in on her as they tried to convince her to join in. Metalbeard had had a new body built for him, and Benny’s arm was seemingly restored- or was a very masterful prosthetic that mimicked his original perfectly. “What’s wrong with you?! You’re not acting like yourselves!”

“Don’t be a grumpledumpuss!” Unikitty teased.

“Don’t you see?! They are trying to change us!” She started to move with the music, and screamed her frustration. “Shoulder! Stay still!” she growled as she glanced around for a way out. If she tried to break out through the door, she’d be greeted by those weird robot guards and the General. She didn’t like those odds.

There! Up near the ceiling, an air duct! She jumped up onto the shuffling platforms, using them to launch herself upward and toward the duct, swinging inside with ease. She took a moment to breathe; it was considerably quieter inside. The feeling of those little fingers sifting through her brain had eased. She’d thought something weird was going on, but brainwashing?

Whatever that Queen might have sang at them about being ‘not evil’, her actions were certainly proving otherwise. This wasn’t just weird, this was downright sinister.

She crawled away from the rooms being blasted with music and kicked the grate out with perhaps more force than was really necessary, but the resulting clang! and looks of shock on the vampires' faces was more than worth it. She stalked up to the young man, snarl firmly in place.

“Where’s my ring,” she demanded.

“Ring?” came the puzzled response. “You didn’t have a ring-”

“The hell I didn’t!” Lucy exploded. “It was hammered copper with a wire-wrapped sapphire and I was wearing it on my left hand and you took it for ‘safe keeping’ before you shipped me off for those stupid ‘treatments’!” By now she’d grabbed his collar and was shaking him. Maybe putting the fear of The Man Upstairs into him would jog his memory.

A white-gloved fist flew toward her face and she jerked back, releasing her hold on the vampire to avoid getting hit. She glared at the General, and dodged a few more punches before finally managing to kick her away. The moment the opportunity presented itself, she sprinted for the exit, putting a fair bit of distance between it and herself before climbing up to hide among the crystal formations.

She watched from her vantage as the blocky guard-bots were deployed to look for her, but with no luck. It seemed they didn’t have flight capability like the General, and so couldn’t see her from the ground. Lucy smirked to herself. Apparently the General hadn’t thought the temple climbable. Eventually they gave up. Lucy crammed herself further into her hidey-hole in case the General herself came out to search, but it remained silent.

After a while she heard an announcement that the buses would be departing for the wedding soon, and she climbed back down to get a better view. She watched as the others were loaded onto a bus, the General herself taking Batman alone, for who knew what reason. Nothing good, she guessed.

Lucy watched with curiosity as a pair of Systarians in armor similar to the General’s approached her, conversed for several minutes, then saluted and left again. She wished she could have heard what they were saying. Just as she was debating creeping closer to sneak a ride out under one of the buses, a whisper caught her attention.

“Lucy!”

That… sounded like Emmet. She shook her head. She had to be hearing things.

“Lucy, over here!”

That was it. That song had gotten to her, and she'd officially lost her mind. She looked over anyway.

To her immense surprise, there stood Emmet, along with someone who looked like Bad Cop (if the sunglasses and scowl were anything to go by, at least) and another man she didn’t recognize but who looked somewhat like Emmet. The other two didn’t matter to her in that moment. Emmet was there.

#the lego movie #benny the spaceman #metalbeard #unikitty #wyldstyle #gcbc #rex dangervest #emmet brickowski #coppernauts

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mychorrhizal · 9 months ago

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3 Essential Design Trends, April 2024

March 25, 2024

Ready to jump into some amazing new design ideas for Spring? Our roundup has everything from UX to color trends covered.

Let’s spring into some fun colors and unique UX. This month’s roundup of website design trends should have you feeling fresh and ready to head into the new season.

Here’s what’s trending in design this month:

1. User Experience Unicorns

There are many fun little elements appearing in new design projects. With emerging technology and users with faster, more reliable internet everywhere, it’s much easier to incorporate some of these fun elements and know that they will work.

To get the most out of each of these examples, click through and play around a bit. Also, be on the lookout for similar unicorns as you navigate other websites.

Double 2 does a few different things, but the most fun element in the design is the color picker at the top right of the screen. Print designers might recognize some of the crop and bleed marks as well as the CMYK color block. Click a color, and the background changes to match; the logo also takes on a new font treatment and style with each shift.

Akaru does one thing like the example before it, with downpage navigation – is this an emerging trend of its own? – but shines with the treatment of the right side, numbered panels. Click any of them to jump into a web experience for that section of the site that all seems to happen without you leaving. The menu has a nice feel as well, with robust menu options, hover state animations and a full reel video.

Your Majesty is a magazine-style website with a homepage design that seems to bend images and space. Click on any of the images and you pop into an immersive content experience with the same shape-bending background for each. The design leaves every user with a quandary – do I want to read on or just keep looking at all the great art effects?

2. Black and White Imagery

Black-and-white imagery has such a classic feel that it is often hard to think of as a trend. On the other hand, the use of black-and-white images and video seems to come and go in waves of popularity. Right now, it’s returning to prominence.

The secret to using black-and-white imagery is connecting it to storytelling. The lack of color has to work in concert with your brand and design story to be truly effective. Otherwise, it can leave users somewhat underwhelmed or confused.

In each of these examples, the use of black and white has a purpose, and each website design tackles it in a different way with a different purpose and results in mind.

Michelle Benzer showcases her work by leading off with a beautiful black-and-white video reel that leads into color images. The stark nature of the black-and-white video helps bring focus to the color images when they appear. It’s a classic example of contrast for impact done well.

Luciano de Crescenzo also uses a black-and-white concept for his personal site, leading off with two images of himself taken decades apart. While the design does feature some color well below the scroll, the images grab your attention with the simple overall aesthetic. Between the black-and-white photos and light-and-black design, everything is created to facilitate reading.

The Boathouse isn’t a personal portfolio but does highlight the work of a brand agency. This design features a collage with plenty of black-and-white images that animate onto the screen as an attention-grabber. The placement and style of text in the hero area with the colorless images give the design an elegant feel.

All three of these designs start in black and white and transition into some additional color on the scroll. This is done with purpose. Too much black-and-white imagery can feel stark and lifeless, while flipping from black-and-white to color has a type of “Wizard of Oz” effect, bringing life to the design.

3. Brights Are Back

If you thought bright colors were gone, you are wrong. They are back!

The colors that made Material Design palettes popular – yes, pink and purple among them – are making a return to all types of website design projects. (And we kind of love them.)

There's something fresh and happy about bright colors that’s hard to ignore. They work well for everything from portfolio sites to app landing pages. The only real challenge with this color trend is the potential to create a not-so-great combination of hues because of your brand colors. (So be careful there.)

Joseph Yosep uses a fun combination of color and oversized text to get attention. Subtle motion doesn’t hurt, either.

Function and Form uses a more neutral background color and goes all in with bright graphics. Multiple animated screens introduce different elements, many of which feature similar color palettes.

Say Social combines color and interesting animation – look for the UX unicorn in the navigation wheel downpage – in a way that makes you want to click around. The design uses multiple variations on color themes with tints and tones that make everything work seamlessly with a variety of two-color, bright options.

Conclusion

While user experience changes aren’t for the faint of heart, they can have a huge impact on your overall design and projects. For most website revamps, this isn’t something we’d recommend, but these ideas are great to think about when planning new projects.

The same can be said for both of the color trends featured here. Using black-and-white imagery is a distinct choice, as is a super bright color palette at the other end of the spectrum.

We hope these ideas inspire you to try something new with some of your upcoming website design projects.

Carrie Cousins

Carrie Cousins is a freelance writer with more than 10 years of experience in the communications industry, including writing for print and online publications, and design and editing. You can connect with Carrie on Twitter @carriecousins.

Read more here https://upcity.com/profiles/d5-media

#web designer #wordpress #web design

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lindsaynooneops · 10 months ago

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Fundamentals 1: Software Pūmanawa A bit more compositing

first image of choice to edit into the jumping man Photoshop creation

i duplicated the photo, object selected the magpie, then clicked on the mask icon and then added a blank layer between the two. by clicking option/alt + delete/backspace, in the new layer between the bird and background, we created a fill using the foreground swatch colour. i selected then duplicated the background layer and made it an overlay by putting the opacity down to see all the issues needing fixed

on the mask layer being selected, i created a path around one of the areas that were undesired and needed removal. i turned the path into a selection and then hit delete.

going over a few more areas and using the same technique as shown above has proven success in creating a more seamless cut.

after removing sections we found some areas that were overdone

i ran the white brush with maximum softness over the edge of the feathers of the layer mask

after some touch ups and tweaks i finished separating the background and the magpie

Magpie added to the jumping man composition

this is the 2nd Photoshop image i will edit out of the background.

once again i duplicated the photo, object selected the skink, then clicked on the mask icon and then added a blank layer between the two. by clicking option/alt + delete/backspace, in the new layer between the bird and background, i created a fill using the foreground swatch colour.

i then created a path around the areas undesired i then made the path into a selection and then deleted the section

i then took the soft white brush around the areas i went a little over

i then added the skink into the background.

moving on to 2 vectors (one that interacts with the jumping man) i decided on using a whirlpool (the road i grew up on's name means Whirlpool in Maori)

i started with creating one ring of a swirl

I then duplicated the swirl while removing some parts of the shape ie. the mid colour, highlight and shading

i played around with the shapes and bent some edges to create some uniqueness and natural randomness.

I selected the image and hit export selection, hit 3x scaling and made sure it was in the right folder and then hit export asset.

i then placed it via file > place linked into the jumping man project.

i then duplicated the asset and then moved the duplication below the stylised S.

after adding a layer mask to the top duplication of the whirlpool and creating path selections around areas overlapping and parts of the swirls to be put behind, i was able to successfully create an effect similar to the stylised s of the whirlpool going around the jumping man

for my final vector, i will be recreating Carex kaloides, commonly named sedge which has been observed in the area of what the background painting was of(The Poolburn Dam) to be declining.

after rigorous play around with stroke shapes, placements and sections of colours this is the end result. i started off with the left down bending straws but realised how drooping i had made it thus far so i gradually had the straw stand up mostly straight as i went on.

i decided to put the sedge next to the skink cause they looked very lonely :(.

i went over the area with a soft erasor to blend them in better

i decided to add some shading to have them work a little better with the scenery

Following all that, we are finished. in reflection this turned out better than I imagined and I'm glad that things fit together well with each other. I'm happy i was able to use images and vectors that well represent the area of the Ida Valley and the Poolburn Dam in an artistic perspective after growing up in that area for many of my young years. the main thing that i would benefit a project similar to this is having more time to brainstorm and go more in depth into the design and creation of the objects. i honestly haven't been able to get around to work on this composition until the day of posting this and the day after. all of these objects and photos are of significance to me. the sound of the Magpies squawking early in the morning among the pine trees opposite to my bedroom window and the poplar trees spread around the farm house. the name of the road i grew up on, Auripo Road, where Auripo is Maori for Swirly Wind or Whirl Pool visualised here with the whirl pool around the jumping man and stylised S. the skinks roaming around up on the hills of my farm that my family has owned for many generations. and the sedge observed all over the place along the Dam and my Family Farm.

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musicthrob · 11 months ago

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Girlish - Heartthrob Live! (Full Film)

February 19, 2024

Current watch count: 9

For fans of boybands, 80s and 90s Pop, The 1975, Charlie Burg, Justin Bieber, and 4*TOWN

Casually tapping through Instagram stories, I stumble upon this gem because of musicians Andrew Pham and Samuel Victoria. I look further at the credits and I am glad to see that Cameron Thistle is part of this ensemble as well! I did not go to Youtube and watch it right away because I wanted to save it for later when I could give it my full attention, which would naturally be at 3 in the morning for me. With my roommates asleep, I could not scream at the top of my lungs, for I just discovered my newest obsession.

The film starts with the camera wandering around the house, collecting the duo Alex Perdomo and Kevin Moody, to the accompaniment of beautiful synths, keys, saxophone, and light drums. As the words say on screen, a genius idea does take shape and the notes of the saxophone perfectly emulates that feeling. Ever so nonchalantly, the duo finally wanders into the living room and everything just comes alive with the full band. The drums kick it off and the upbeat guitar and groovy bass just made me want to jump and dance! The sounds of the synths, guitar, and the saxophone especially take me back to when I saw The 1975 (At Their Very Best Tour) in 2022. They have the same essence! I need to see Girlish perform live immediately!

Girlish performs four songs and all the melodies are so catchy, I don’t know why they did not put the song titles in the description earlier because I was ready to stream right away. However, I gladly scavenged through their catalog to find them. The setlist is “2 LUV ME,” “RUNAROUND,” “Overstep,” and “MISS UNDERSTOOD.” I was pleased to find in the comment section that they might be releasing the live versions of these songs on DSPs because I enjoy and prefer the live band sound and carefree and playful vocals that this environment produced, over how the released singles sound!

I think this film was shot, mixed, and colored so beautifully and with much heart. To me, it’s very reminiscent of Dijon’s live sessions for Absolutely. The musicians are highlighted doing their thing, enjoying their craft, rocking with it, and you could tell that everyone involved was just having a great time. I wonder how much they practiced and choreographed everything from the dancing, lighting, to camera work. I saw somewhere that this was filmed in December of last year! Can’t believe that they just had this in the vault like that.

Miscellaneous thoughts:

A few weeks ago, there was this Tiktok I saw where this person was talking about the revival of the pop boyband genre and I am gladly hopping on that train. I love listening to fun music.

They would be the perfect opener for Charlie Burg, someone who also writes really strong melodies and is just really good live. They are all just groovy guys and I think they would really get along.

I’m also just confused as to why they don't have that many followers and monthly listeners yet!

The bits of bass and percussion throughout are the best omg.

The jumping around is very Justin Bieber in the best way.

The space this was filmed in is super cool!

(02/22/24) - Just saw that they are submitting for the NPR Tiny Desk Contest and I was literally thinking about that when I watched it for the first time. I hope they win! W00000

Timestamps:

1:27, 2:06, 2:55, 3:30, 3:59,

4:27, 5:04, 5:37, 6:06,

7:59, 8:10, 8:55, 9:23,

9:49, 10:22, 10:32, 10:44, 11:21, 11:28, 11:37, 11:55, 12:19, 13:10, 13:27

#new music #boy bands #the 1975

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rainwaterapothecary · 4 months ago

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#I AM BUT A FOOL WHO CAN ONLY WRITE ONE SHOTS HOW DO YOU MAKE SUCH COOL EPIC STORIES#YOURE ALL SO TALENTED LIKE WUAGH

I mean SAME but alsdgjhsadflakjd basically for me I like to lay out what I want to cover...in increasingly detailed blurbs.

My first blurb will usually be incredibly bare-bones:

That's the outline of the whole second half of my fic "The Lovers Confidant". (I clearly go back in and cross out ideas that don't work later or copy+paste ideas in as I go. In fact, I don't think I ended up using any of those ideas in the end.)

On my next pass, each chapter gets a little more detail:

Then I'll start digging into dialogue and figuring out what goes where:

I've found that foreshadowing tends to happen organically as I write? Like I'll have written something and at some point when I'm staring at the ceiling three months later I'll be like HOLY SHIT THAT ALL WRAPS AROUND---

And that's the beauty of having such a bare-bones setup, for me. I can write in later additions using highlight or parenthesis:

Every highlighted section was added after the initial pass, each building on the last. (For illustration purposes only, having that much color would drive me bonkers, personally, but everybody's different!)

(I'll also have my sticky notes open in a side tab so I can copy+paste my rough outlines onto it and have it floating nearby - useful for dialogue ideas.)

Then I actually start writing! Long-form helps my stories to unravel themselves as I type, and if something changes in the long-form then it's easy to go back and edit the outline because it was so bare-bones:

For Lovers Confidant I had to have a calendar with all the important dates in it since the game is sort of rigid when it comes to that, so I also had a segment for that.

Here's my calendar for REUnion, actually, since it has so many moving pieces behind-the-scenes:

(It's then followed by a ton of notes and links to wikis and whatnot bc I'm going hard on it.......)

And then it's just editing, editing, EDITING all the long-form over and over again, re-arranging and copy+pasting sentences/paragraphs that don't work into a side document. This is when you can wrench out anything that's slow or not hitting how you want (if it didn't trip you up while writing in the first place).

I also swear by HEADERS!!!!!! They allow your document in Word to make each chapter collapsable and you can easily re-arrange them by just dragging them around on the side pane:

I can make a tutorial if you're interested in that, it's a Microsoft Office thing I picked up at Business College(TM) so idk how many people actually use it. It probably carries over into other word processing programs too.

But honestly? For me it's about jumping into the writing process as quickly as possible. I know I'll psych myself out of writing, or find something to distract me, etc if I don't just fucking write.

The longest fic I've published is only like...30k? But having chapters written down long-form is still more motivating than staring down an idea that could be 130k and just having a few sentences written.

AND ANOTHER THING!

While I'd like for some of my writings to be 50k+ eventually, it's more important to me to have the idea take all the time and space it needs. If that ends up being 800 words? It's 800 words. If it ends up being a oneshot that needs to be broken up into chapters to make it make sense to my readers? Then that's what it needs! I don't know if I'll ever be a writer with 100k+ fics and multiple-work rewritings of entire book series...But dangit my ideas are going to be written to the most authentic they can be. Only I can write my ideas, only I can craft these stories that dance around my head.

And that's fine!! I'm not a huge name in fandoms, I don't have millions of words under my publishing belt... But I'm me, and I'm happy with that. :)

(And yes all my writings are in Bookman Old Style, it helps the ideas flow. If you're ever stuck, try switching fonts. I've heard Comic Sans is useful for some people, while others swear by Helvetica. :) )

To all my so so so so beloved fanfic writer mutuals I’ve gotta know,,,,,,, h o w w w w w w do you write a long multi-chapter fanfic. Like how do you a cohesive and compelling story without it getting boring, how do you write cool plot twists and character motivations that lead up to a defining moment, how do you write things that happen early in the story and then come back later etc etc BASICALLY. HOW DO YOU WRITE. IS WHAT IM ASKING

#one shots aren't a bad thing one shots aren't a bad thing one shots aren't a bad thing i say staring at myself in the mirror #replies #long post #writing shit #as for motivations I go back to the source material #the amount of times I've played or watched a game just to get characterization right #or read fic just to get the feel of the character and the creative juice to write the next chapter #I can write another little writeup on figuring out characterization and motivation if that would help at all #also yes i didn't edit any of the documents before screen shotting them except that one with the highlights #that's really how i write to myself in my drafts

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geekfanficwriter · 2 years ago

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Slumber Party- Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader

Summary: When your parent’s go away for a weekend you finally get some alone time with your girlfriend Robin. Based on this request: How about needy and submissive Robin? With a dominant female reader? (And mommy kink?👀) Words: Warnings: SMUT (18+, minors dni), Dom!Reader, Sub!Robin, teasing, mommy kink, fingering, oral, strap-on use, lots of dirty talk

‘Are you sure you’ll be okay?’ Your mom asked you. It was your parents' anniversary this week and your dad had surprised your mom with a weekend away, meaning you’d be alone for the next few days. ‘Yes, mom, I’ll be fine. I’ll just do homework or something.’ You lied. You had no homework this weekend but your parents didn’t need to know that. ‘Okay, well stay safe and make sure you take care of yourself. I’ve left money in the kitchen for some food.’ She fussed, pulling you into a hug. ‘Will do. Have fun on your trip.’ You said as your dad opened the front door. You said your goodbyes to your parents, your mom panicking slightly, despite the fact you would be moving out in a few months to go to college anyway. You stood by the door, waiting until you heard their car pull out of the drive and away before practically running to the phone and dialling the number for Family Video. ‘Hello, this is Family Video. How can I help you?’ Steve asked, picking up the phone after a few rings. You could tell he was bored from the sound of his voice. ‘Hi Steve, is Robin there?’ You asked him as he let out a loud sigh at your question. ‘You know we're not meant to take personal calls at work right?’ ‘Oh please, I know you do it all the time, now put Robin on the phone.’ You heard some yelling and shuffling on the other end of the phone before a voice came through. ‘Hi, it’s Robin.’ You heard her speak. ‘Hello, I was wondering if you had a copy of Deep Throat in the adult section?’ You joked. ‘Hilarious, Y/N. Did you call me just to make a joke?’ She replied deadpan. ‘No, I had something important to tell you. And don’t pretend you’re not happy to hear my voice, baby girl.’ You smiled, twirling the phone cord around your finger. ‘I’m not admitting to anything. What do you have to tell me?’ You could tell from her voice she was smiling. ‘So my dad just surprised my mom with a weekend away, meaning I have the place to myself. Please tell me you’re free this weekend because I want you to stay over.’ You begged. It had been so long since you’d had some alone time with your girlfriend and sneaking off for quickies in the back of Family Video or your car wasn’t cutting it anymore. ‘Well lucky for you, tomorrow is my day off so I guess I could come over tonight.’ ‘Yes, I’ll pick you up from work. You finish at 8 tonight right?’ ‘Yeah, 8. I’ll see you then.’ ‘See you then. Love you, baby.’ You hung up the phone, not waiting for a response as you knew Robin wouldn’t tell you that she loved you while in a public place. You ran upstairs, jumping in the shower and cleaning yourself up, making sure you were ready for tonight. Once you were finished with the shower, you walked through to your room, glancing at the clock on your bedside table. It was only 6 so you had plenty of time to get ready, though you would have to leave early so you could go to the store first to get food for the two of you. You walked over to your drawers, digging through them until you found what you were looking for. It was a new pair of lingerie you had bought a few weeks earlier but hadn’t had a chance to wear. It was a dark green set, a colour which Robin loved on you, all lacy and practically see-through. You knew you looked good in the set and you couldn’t wait for Robin to see you in them. You put on a pair of jeans and a shirt over the top, not wanting to give anything away, before sitting down at your vanity, doing simple makeup to highlight your features. You couldn’t wait for tonight.

You walked into Family Video at 7:45, smiling as you saw your girlfriend standing behind the counter. Robin’s face lit up when she saw you walk in, waving you over. ‘Hey, how’s work going?’ You leaned against the counter, wanting to lean over and kiss Robin but you couldn’t because of the other customers in the store. ‘Busy, it is a Friday night.’ Robin said as a customer came over to check out a film. You stepped out of the way, going to look for a movie to watch tonight. You looked around before your eyes settled on Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2. You didn’t even know it was out on film yet. You picked it up and walked over to the counter placing it down in front of your girlfriend. ‘Chose a movie for tonight.’ You grinned at her as she groaned. ‘No, I don’t want to watch this. Can’t we watch a drama or a comedy?’ She asked picking up the film. ‘You picked the film last time we hung out and it was in Italian with no subtitles so I had no idea what was going on. It’s my turn to pick. Plus you wouldn’t come to see this with me in the theatres so I haven’t seen it yet.’ You pointed out. ‘Fine.’ She said, scanning the film for you. ‘Oh, I’ve picked up food and stuff for tonight so we’re good on that front.’ Just at that moment, Steve walked out from the back. ‘Hey, you know we don’t finish for another 5 minutes, right?’ He asked, putting returned movies back on the shelf. ‘Yeah, but I had to pick up a movie anyway.’ ‘Well don’t go in the back room, I don’t want to walk in on you two ever again.’ Robin started blushing at his words, while you laughed. ‘5 minutes isn’t nearly enough time. If you think it is I feel sorry for Heidi, Jessica, Sarah. Who are you seeing right now?’ You said trying to remember who was the last person Steve was dating. ‘Casey, actually and I’ll have you know I’m great in bed.’ You made a grossed-out face at his words. ‘Ew, I don’t want to know.’ You turned to Robin and mouthed Is Casey new? To which she nodded. ‘Robin could you actually help me rather than staring at your girlfriend?’ Steve asked. ‘Go help, I’ll wait out in the car.’ You said blowing a kiss to Robin as you walked out.

Once Robin finished work, she climbed into your car and the two of you drove home. The second the two of you entered your house, you pushed Robin up against the wall, dropping the plastic bag you were holding and pressing your lips against hers roughly. You gripped her hips roughly as you slid your tongue in her mouth while Robin wrapped her arms around your neck. ‘I missed you.’ You mumbled, pulling away from her lips slightly. ‘You’ve been with me for the last half an hour.’ She laughed. ‘Yeah, but I missed you like this.’ You pressed your lips against hers again. ‘As much as I want to babe, I’m absolutely starving.’ You sighed, pulling away and picking up the bag of food, taking it through to the kitchen. ‘Fine, food and then the movie.’

‘Robin stop squirming.’ You were currently on the couch your legs outstretched and your back against the armrest. Robin was lying between your legs, her head pressed up against your chest, you had your arms wrapped around her waist, her hands out on top of yours. You two had finished your pizza a while ago and half-empty bags of various snacks were lying all over the table. You were about halfway through the movie and you could tell from Robin’s squirming that she was getting antsy. ‘Sorry.’ She pouted. She sat still for a few minutes before turning her head slightly and pressing a kiss to your clothed breast. You immediately moved your hand up and grabbed her chin, turning her head back to the tv. ‘I’m trying to watch a movie, baby girl.’ You told her. You knew that she was horny so you decided to tease her. You moved your hand under her shirt, slowly moving it up, stopping right below her breast. You kept your eyes on the screen as you started rubbing small circles on her stomach, you started moving your hand down, continuing to rub circles as you did so. You could hear her letting out tiny whimpers which only encouraged you. You continued to lower your hand until you reached just above her trousers. You kept rubbing circles, feeling her stomach spasm beneath your hand. You stopped moving your hand, keeping it still as she started rubbing her thighs together to relieve some of the pressure between her legs. ‘Focus on the movie, baby.’ You whispered in her ear. ‘I’m wearing something really special under my clothes for you, baby girl.’ You added on, making her groan. You couldn’t keep the smile off your face, you loved teasing her and making her beg for you. You decided to take your teasing a bit further, sliding your hand into her underwear and placing your hand over her slit, keeping it completely still. You could feel how wet she was against your hand, it made you excited to see how turned on she was with only the smallest of touches. ‘Please.’ She whined out grinding up against your hand. ‘What do you want?’ You asked, leaning forward and nipping her earlobe. ‘Please, touch me, mommy.’ You had to suppress a moan at her words. You loved when she called you that, but you weren’t done teasing. You rubbed your hand around her hole, getting your fingers wet, you then rubbed her clit a few times before pulling your hand out of her underwear. She threw her head back on your shoulder letting out a loud whine as you licked your fingers clean. ‘I’m trying to watch a movie.’ You told her, turning your head back to the film. Robin sat still for a few minutes as you focused on the movie but you felt her start to wiggle again. You looked down at her and saw she had shoved her own hand into her underwear, rubbing herself. ‘Umm, what are you doing?’ You said grabbing her wrist to stop her from moving. ‘I’m sorry, I just needed to feel something.’ She pouted as you pulled her hand out of her trousers, interlocking your fingers with hers so she couldn’t touch herself. ‘And did I say you could do that?’ You asked. ‘I’m sorry, mommy, please. I just need you so bad.’ She whined in her beautifully raspy voice. ‘Fine, upstairs now.’ She stood up, practically running up the stairs as you followed closely behind. You both entered your room and she turned around and wrapped her arms around your neck, going to kiss you but you pulled away. ‘Nope, strip and get on the bed.’ You told her. She started to strip as you walked over to your wardrobe, pulling it open and grabbing your box of toys. You pulled off your clothes, leaving on your bra and underwear before picking your strap out of the box and putting it on. You turned around to see Robin lying on the bed completely naked. You stared at her for a moment. Even though you’d seen her naked a hundred times every time you saw her naked you were stunned at how perfect she was. Her breasts, her stomach, her thighs, just every part of her was perfect. You stopped staring at her and walked over to the bed, climbing on top of her and resting your head on her stomach. You pressed small kisses to her stomach as she moaned. ‘What do you want, baby girl?’ You asked, running your hands up and down her thighs. ‘Your mouth, I need your mouth on me, please.’ You obliged, pulling yourself further down the bed. You kissed your way up her thigh, skipping over her cunt and kissing her other thigh. You eventually moved your mouth over to pussy, pressing kisses to the outside, before pulling her legs further apart and licking a strip up her. You then focused your attention on her clit, flicking it with your tongue. You put your mouth around her sucking hard as you started to swirl your tongue in circles. She moved her hands down into your hair, gripping hard as she moaned, encouraging you as you started to suck harder. You continued sucking and licking until her moans got louder and you knew she was close to coming. You pulled away as she let out a groan of frustration. ‘Why did you stop?’ She whined as you pulled yourself up, pressing a kiss to her lips and sliding your tongue into her mouth. ‘I didn’t put this on for no reason, I’m going to fuck you.’ You pointed at the strap you were wearing, reaching over to your top drawer and grabbing out the lube, smearing it all over the strap. You lined yourself up with her, slowly pushing in as she moaned. You pushed all the way into her before stopping, keeping your hips still. ‘I really wanted to watch that movie and you interrupted me. Why should I do anything for you?’ You whispered in her ear before biting her neck. ‘I’m so sorry but I needed you so badly.’ Robin whined out as you kept your hips painfully still, your hands resting on her hips so she couldn’t move. ‘Beg for it, baby girl.’ You said, moving one hand to her nipple and playing with it. ‘Mommy, please just fuck me, I promise I’ll be a good girl. I just need you to fuck me.’ Robin begged you. You made a face as if you were thinking for a moment. ‘Okay.’ You lean down and kiss her passionately while starting to move your hips, pulling the strap in and out of her. You moved down to kiss her neck as she let out moans her hands gripping your hips which moved in and out of her at a fast pace. You moved your mouth even further down, taking her nipple into your mouth and sucking hard on it before biting down slightly making her let out a loud moan. You pulled one of your hands away from the side of her head, rubbing her clit with it as you picked up your pace, moving the strap at the perfect pace. You kept sucking and biting at her nipple as you fucked her hard, the moans from her mouth being the most perfect sound you’d ever heard. The way her head was thrown back against the pillow, her eyes closed and her mouth parted in the most beautiful way only encouraged you, wanting to make her feel good. ‘Mommy, I’m so close.’ She whined out as you kept pounding into her, rubbing her clit in circles. You moved the hand that was still by her head into her hair and lifted her head up kissing her hard. ‘Open your eyes, I want you to look at me as you come.’ You told her. She did as she was told, her eyes heavily lidded as she stared at you. ‘Good girl. Is my good girl going to come for me?’ You encouraged her as you kept your movements up, not slowing. ‘Yes, oh god, yes, mommy!’ She yelled out as she came, forcing herself to keep her eyes open and looking at you as she did so. You slowed your hips down, helping her ride out her orgasm as she let out small pants. She lay beneath you, breathing deeply as you pulled the strap out of her, rolling off her and lying down next to her. You removed the strap on, placing it on your bedside table, leaning over to kiss her cheek lightly snuggling into her as she recovered from her orgasm. She turned to face you, placing a kiss on your lips and fiddling with your bra strap. ‘These are really nice. You look so hot.’ She said, pulling herself over so she was curled up against you. ‘I bought them just for you.’ You kissed her forehead lightly before she moved her head down to kiss the curve of your breast, just above the lace of the bra. She placed her hands on your hips moving her head down to kiss your stomach as she pulled herself on top of you. ‘I want to make you feel good.’ She said between kisses, hooking her fingers into your underwear and pulling them down your legs. You kicked them off as she kissed the top of your cunt, placing her hands on your thighs and pulling your legs apart as you felt the cold air hit your soaking wet pussy. She placed a kiss to your clit before licking a strip up your entire pussy making you moan. She started to suck on your clit, moving her tongue in circles as she did so. It had been so long since you’d had her mouth on you and you had missed it so much. She was so skilled with her mouth, knowing exactly what to do to make you come. You moved your hands down to wrap them in her hair and pulled lightly, making her moan. The vibrations against your clit felt amazing as you let out a loud groan, pulling your head up off the pillow. Your reaction encouraged her as she started to hum against you, the feeling making you practically scream. ‘Oh my god, keep doing that. That’s so good, you’re such a good girl.’ You moaned out, your voice higher than normal. Your words only encouraged her, as she kept licking and sucking at you for the next few minutes, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm. ‘Baby, I’m so close, don’t stop.’ You whined out, gripping her hair as hard as you could as you felt your pussy clench. She flicked her tongue up and down as your head fell back on the pillow, letting out a final moan as you came. She slowed her tongue down licking you clean as you loosened your grip on her hair. ‘Such a good girl.’ You mumbled, breathing heavily. She pulled her mouth away from you, moving up and pressing a kiss on your lips before resting her head on your chest cuddling up to you. You wrapped your arms around her as you lay there with your eyes closed. The two of you sat cuddling for the next few minutes, just enjoying being together. ‘I love you.’ You eventually spoke, running your hands through her hair. ‘I love you too.’ She said, looking up at you. ‘I’m sorry about interrupting your movie.’ ‘It’s okay, baby. I was only doing that because I love teasing you.’ You smiled, kissing her hair. She smiled, cuddling in even closer to you. ‘God, I’m so tired.’ She yawned. ‘You better get some sleep, baby, cause tomorrow I’m going to do so much more to you.’

#robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley smut #robin x reader #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things x reader #stranger things smut #maya hawke #maya hawke x reader

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pinkacademic · 3 years ago

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Aesthetic Studying

*note: you do not need expensive stationery to make your notes pretty. Also, practical is more important- what matters is studying in a way that's functional for you. I want to give tips that are pretty AND practical, but you need to do what works for you. Without further ado: 1. I'll say it again: fluffy pens. Fluffy pink lens and fluffy pink notebooks will always make you feel like Elle Woods, Cher Horowitz, and Sharpay Evans all at once. Other elements: colour coding with highlighters and file dividers is useful and very cute, add pictures or illustrations where you can to emphasise points, and you can absolutely add doodles in the margins... But maybe not on your exams. 2. Make studying fun to encourage you to actually do it, especially if you're stuck with a module or subject that you'd rather not work on. You could: - make yourself a fancy beverage- a hot chocolate with ALL the trimmings, or a berry tea, or whatever you make to feel cozy and comfy - Keep your desk clean and tidy, but add a few things that make you happy such as a small potted plant or a teddy that can sit and watch as you go. - dress for the occasion! Use your favourite book characters as inspiration, or just a classic pink moment. If you feel pretty, it can be motivational to get stuff done. *if you don't have a uniform/ you're in third-level education, you could try wearing a certain colour when you study certain topics as a bonus visual aid. If you do have a uniform, try the same tip with a bracelet on your dominant hand. 3. For Auditory Learners: Pink Academia study playlists are very fun. I'm sharing my playlist soon, if you're interested, but if you're not then take some other options. If you're a classical purist, I'd use Tchaikovsky's three big ballets- Nutcracker, Swan Lake, and Sleeping Beauty. If you like musicals, there's Legally Blonde, Mean Girls, Carrie, and Six for a few to get you in the Pink. For musicals, I like to pick a song or character that I can sing along to and use that as a short break... Just don't pick Veronica. 4. For Visual Learners: Colour coding is very Pink Academia. You can also make your flash cards on colour-coded card. Something I don't see recommended that often is checklists. Break your tasks into smaller steps so that you can tick them off or fill them in. This is also another opportunity to talk about pretty pink stationery. 5. For Kinaesthetic Learners: Ok, this might just be a me thing because I've never seen it anywhere else- tell me if you do this! So, take your notes with you while you exercise at home... Or at the gym if you really want, I'm not going to stop you. Basically, you read them in sections to yourself (aloud is best) while you do something like mountain climbers or up-and-down planks, and then you recite the information again while you do, say, jumping jacks, or anything you can't really read while doing. It's kinda like a variation on the audiobooks while you work out, but what you're listening to is your own notes. It also totally feels like you're Elle on her treadmill! 6. Making your Actual Notes pretty. Analog: (aka physical notebooks) my tip is not worrying too much when you initially take down notes. My rapidfire note taking handwriting is absolute chicken scratch. But make it pretty when you need to read from it so that it's easier. - again, I will die on the fluffy pink hill - nice headers- try coloured pens, drawing a ribbon banner around it, colour coded underlines, or adding a couple of doodles that relate to the topic - consistent bullet points. I mean, if you draw your bullet points as filled-in circles, empty circles, dashes, or asterisks, it looks more aesthetically pleasing if you pick just one, or assign different roles for different shapes (like for staggered points) -work on your handwriting- when you need to be able to read it back, or when a teacher or examiner needs to be able to be able to read it, you should try to make it legible. You can add to the pretty with consistent sizing and shape. Digital: Literally please just... Notion. The free version has more than you will ever need, and you can make it as simple or as pretty as you like. It's... Listen. It's just good.

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adorethedistance · 4 years ago

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A Pretty Good Bad Idea - Owen Joyner x Reader

JATP masterlist

Warnings: swearing, peer pressure kinda, very mild n fluffy

Words: 1865

Summary: Touring with the Julie and The Phantoms cast as a dancer has been the best time of your life, and the only thing that could make it better is the reciprocated affections of a cute, blond drummer.

A/N: So this piece is 1) inspired by this interview and 2) entirely self indulgent. It’s something I haven’t been able to get out of my mind every time I’m doing warm ups, and putting it down on ,, digital paper is my only way to get rid of it lmao. I hope y’all enjoy bc I know this scenario makes me really happy and I love sharing my joy with y’all.

I let out an involuntary whine when I roll forward into my almost-center splits. My hips are so sore from yesterday’s performance I had to force myself to start stretching in the first place. Getting a head start, I arrived at the concert venue an hour earlier than call time to get my lengthy stretching routine out of the way before the other girls show up. Slowly but surely, the rest of the dancers arrived and we began getting ready together.

“I have a speaker!” Tori announces to the room upon entering which makes me jump up from my seat.

“Yes! May I do the honors and bless y’all with my musical theatre playlist?” The rest of the group cheers, exposing themselves for the theatre kids that we are. After hearing the chime that signifies the speaker-phone pairing, a few seconds pass before “Cell Block Tango” begins to play. The entire group feigns outrage but we know all the words and soon indulge in such shameful pandering. A good pre-show playlist is what really gets me amped up for performing and after yesterday’s queue of ‘today’s hits’ pop, the musical theatre is a nice change of pace.

Since I’d gotten here so early, I decided to do my makeup before stretching and I still had time to spare. The only thing left for me to do was to get in costume but I’d wait until a little closer to showtime so that I could still eat and drink for the time being. This also meant I was free to roam and bother other people as they got ready, doing what I’d done almost an hour ago.

“So, Y/n?”

“Hm?”

“What’s going on with you and Owen?” I feel my breathing halt for a microsecond before looking up at, one of the other dancers and also my friend, Ella. My eyebrows are cinched in confusion as I try my best to figure out what it is she’s getting at.

“I don’t know, Ella. What is going on with me and Owen?”

“Oh come on. Your Instagram story from yesterday?” Oh. That.

“We just went to lunch?” I seemingly ask more than state.

“Yeah. Just the two of you. Don’t hold out on us, we wanna know what’s going on!”

“Really, Ella, there’s nothing going on. We’re just getting to know each other better.”

“Just getting to know each other better? Or getting to know each other better?” Tori butts in, dusting her cheeks with a subtle highlight.

“The first one?”

“How many times have you hung out?”

“Just the once.”

“Are you planning another date?”

“It wasn’t a date-”

“Do you want us to help wingman you?”

“I really don’t-”

“Hey.” The rapid-fire of questions cease when the gang of us look up to see Owen himself standing in the doorway.

“Speak of the devil,” Tori snickers as the rest of the girls slowly disperse and smugly resume doing their makeup. Owen makes a face in reaction to her comment but chooses not to pry.

“Could I borrow some hairspray? This one piece of hair won’t stay.” Despite each of the girls having a full can of hairspray on hand, nobody makes a move to give him the product, indicating that I should be the one to help him out. Rolling my eyes at the look Ella is giving me through the mirror, I stand from my chair and hand Owen the can of hairspray. He then looks straight ahead and moves to use the product but I stop him before he can.

“What’s your plan?”

“What?”

“Are you just gonna spray the piece?”

“...yeah?”

“That’s not gonna work since the rest of your hair already has product in it. Can I help you?” Owen nods amiably and takes a seat after I gesture for him to sit in my chair. I then realize my mistake as I need the comb on the grey countertop, and have to consequently reach past Owen in a way that wouldn’t be so compromising had I not worn such a low-cut top. Thankfully it’s over as fast as it began, and walking to the sink in the corner of the dressing room, I run the cool water over the bristles. It isn’t until I turn off the tap that I notice how eerily quiet the room had gotten. None of the girls are talking, attentively studying my every move as I cross back to Owen.

“Is this Chicago?”

“Uh, yeah, We’re listening to my musical theatre playlist though, not the whole soundtrack,” I respond in spite of the nervous laugh that falls from my lips. The slight slouch in Owen’s posture doesn’t help me to see what I’m doing clearly enough. Using my index finger and an upturned palm, I tilt his chin up to get a better look at his hair, willfully ignoring the fact that he’s staring at me right now.

Still, silence fills the room as I take the wet comb through the front section of his hair where the stubborn strand won’t stay put. Once the water binds the pieces together, I grab my can of hairspray and struggle to uncap it. The outside is slick from god knows what, but thankfully Owen doesn’t let me struggle anymore and holds up his hands to wordlessly offer his help. I hand him the can, and he pops the top off after barely struggling. Handing the can back to me, he holds onto the lid, and the entire exchange remains completely silent.

I have to work quickly in my next step, but it’s not enough to distract from the fact that everyone in the room is watching me intently. Holding the aerosol can away from the crowd of people, I put some of the product on the comb and quickly work it into Owen’s hair while it’s still wet. Once the comb has formed his hair to my liking, I stop brushing it through in fear of the now dry hairspray ruining the shape. Then, I use my left hand to shield Owen’s eyes from getting any product in them before spraying the offending area to seal in my hard work.

The sound of a cell door sliding closed signifies the end of the song, and I wait for a second, eagerly anticipating the next song to play. Upon hearing the staccato piano notes of “Bad Idea” from Waitress, a smile appears on my face.

“I love this song.” Lunging back on my right leg, I create a little distance between us to make sure I didn’t completely butcher the rest of his hair, singing as I do.

“It’s a bad idea, me and you.”

“I know, I totally agree.” Pleasantly surprised by his joining in, my smile grows bigger.

“It’s a bad idea, me and you.”

“I’ve never known anything so true-”

“It’s a terrible idea, me and you.” The effortlessness that the two of us find in harmonizing is a genuine shock and an absolute thrill all at once. Once Owen sees how excited I am by his joining in me, it’s like a switch had been flipped; the two of us immediately slip into Actor Mode and begin to sing the song as if we were performing it on a Broadway stage.

“You have a wife.” I take a small step back out of the character’s hesitation.

“You have a husband.” Owen mirrors my action.

“You’re my doctor-” I cross my arms across my chest, but release my right hand to gesture to Owen standing in front of me.

“You’ve got a baby coming-” He uses both hands to gesture back to me in my ‘pregnant’ state.

“It’s a bad idea, me and you,” the two of us turn slightly away from facing one another in false bashfulness. When the music picks up, the two of us avidly step toward one another to come together. In perfect synchronization, I grab Owen’s forearms and his hands face upwards to hold onto my elbows.

“Let’s just keep kissing ‘til we come to.”

“Heart, stop racing, let’s face it-” Owen pivots his step out to the side to face forward, extending his right arm which cues me to turn into him and take his other hand to spin out.

“Making mistakes like this will make worse what is already pretty bad.” Then he extends his right arm forward, and I turn into him once again.

“Mind, stop running. It’s time we just let this thing go.” Instead of spinning out again, I stop in front of him where he wraps both of his arms around me.

“It was a pretty good bad idea,” in our harmony I cast my gaze upward to see Owen staring right back down at me, and I feel like I’m seeing stars, “Wasn’t it though?”

The two of us continue dancing and singing with one another as if the rest of the world doesn’t exist. It’s only the two of us, here and now. The other girls in the room don’t miss the way I seem to smile like never before, and I sure as hell don’t miss the way my stomach fills with butterflies. When he holds me so close and dear for each intimate moment of the song, I’m seeing stars. A bold happiness consumes me, the same happiness I felt when Owen and I laughed over lunch in that small pizzeria.

The final harmony draws the song to a close and when it finishes, the two of us fall into a breathless kind of laughter.

“I didn’t take a big enough breath for that last part.”

“Me neither.”

“Your hair stayed intact.”

“I must have a pretty good stylist.”

After recovering from our laughter the two of us wind up in a palpable stupor as we stare into one another’s eyes. A few blinks and my trance is broken, I become aware of our surroundings.

“I should get dressed soon, and you definitely need to get dressed.” Owen nods still somewhat breathless.

“Yeah. See you later for pulse?”

“Save me a spot,” I joke as he backs out of the threshold of our dressing room. Leaning against the doorframe I watch him disappear into his assigned dressing room with a small smile still lingering on my features.

“Just getting to know each other my ass!”

“What the heck was that?”

“Are you sure you don’t want us to wingman you?”

“Do you even need a wingman after something like that?”

Turning on my heel, I face the bunch of insatiable dancers and shake my head in disbelief.

“We were just acting, you guys.”

“Liar.”

“Excuse me?”

“Maybe you were acting, but he sure as hell wasn’t. Did you see the way he was looking at you? He is totally in love with you.” Ella shakes me by my shoulders.

“He’s just a really good performer is all.”

“When is your next date?” she completely ignores me.

“Okay-”

“Oh, and I want to be the maid of honor at your wedding-”

“It was just a song, Ella.”

“-Oh my god you guys are gonna have the cutest kids! I mean, your hair with his eyes and cheekbones? Ahh! The cutest.”

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A/n: the way that being on tour isn’t the most unrealistic part of this fic, but instead Owen actually knowing the lyrics is? Work diva.

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 4 years ago

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Attack Of The Winter Wolf: It Can Be Fixed

Summary- 8.9k Alpha Steve x Little One Reader. Packs are being destroyed and Alphas taken. The danger is hovering closer, its just a matter of time till it falls on Steve’s doorstep. For now he is enjoying his life as a Bonded Alpha, making the most out what peace he has found with his Little One. Divider made by @firefly-graphics

Warnings- Weapons, mass murder, language, m/f sex.

A/N- Hey everyone, thank you for sticking with me through this and THANK YOU for all the support shown. I hope you all enjoy this next section in the Alpha’s life. Happy Howling 🐺💙

Prologue / Masterlist

“You know what you need to do.” The Hydra Agent now known as Soldat snarled at the smaller woman next to him. Her eyes flashed red while never moving off the target in the bar, her fingers swirling beside her, wisps of red energy dancing between her fingers. She pursued her dark red lips, as she focused on the man slouching against the bar.

Her target. This would be easy, she might not even have to put a compulsion on him to trust her. She thought to herself studying him. A weak wolf drowning his meaningless misery, seducing him wouldn't be an issue.

“Attract the target, have him bring all of us onto his pack lands without the Alpha being alarmed. I have my orders.”

Soldat growled in response, turning away to go back to the truck to wait for the woman known as Wanda to carry out her mission. Now she was nothing more than a mindless Hydra Agent to be told her orders, Wanda nothing more than a memory for the woman now.

On her neck, she adorned a thin chain, tight against her throat. All of them did, someone would have to really look to even notice the restraints. Those chains were powerful, controlled magic from Hydra. Touched with a power no Wolf should possess. Inside they were trapped, Wolf and Person, unable to break loose from the mind control forced on them. Wanda lifted her fingers to trace the collar, the vibrations coming from it barely felt, but reassuring to the controlled hostage. Hydra had full control.

Wanda readjusted her low cut blouse, smoothing her hands over her leather skirt, and entered the bar. Her boots clicked on the old hardwood floor of the building, the air was filled with stale nicotine, made her over sensitive nose curl in distaste, and a jukebox wailed some rendition of Ac/Dc Back in Black. When she passed, men looked her way, momentarily distracted by the vision they saw, something personal for each, the woman of their dreams.

But the Scarlet Witch ignored them, there was only one man she was focused on, one Wolf she needed to ensnare. And luckily for her, he happened to catch sight of her just then, half sputtering in his bottle.

The Wolf she was now had growled deeply in satisfaction, streamlined as the beast crouched in her mind, hunting him just as much as Wanda was right now. The Witch ignored her corrupted beast aching to kill. Instead she sidled up to him, taking his bottle and pressing it to her lips all while watching him as she drank his last few swallows.

His nostrils flared to scent her, trying to figure her out. He was swarmed with the heavy scent of arousal, a female in heat and it made the Wolf in him lick his muzzle in interest. She shook her head lightly to let her hair fall away from her shoulder, the length of her neck flashing so he could really have his senses assaulted. He would smell everything he desired, in this case his Wolf started howling for the scent of hot sex and whiskey. Another deep inhale and his eyes snapped open, simmering a yellow as his beast reared its head for control. Wanda smirked as she set the bottle down.

“Looks like I owe you a drink.” She said with such an innocence, and he smirked, clearly ready to play the game.

“That you do Babe, but what kind of man would I be if I made the woman pay?” He dug out his wallet and put some cash down. “Another two beers please. What's your name? Mine is Tommy.”

Wanda let her hands wander to his arm resting on the bar, her nails softly trailing down the top of his arm to his wrist and back up. “Wanda.”

Once they were alone, he turned his stool to face her, giving his full attention to Wanda, looking her up and down once while rubbing his hands against his spread jean clad thighs. “So Wanda, what brings you in a place like this?”

“Just going through town.” Wanda stepped in closer, between his thighs, and slid her hand up behind his neck, letting her fingers dance in a sensual way, planting images of their bodies colliding, grinding, him laying a claim on her. “A few friends and I were looking for a place to stay. I came in, hoping someone would have a suggestion.”

He shook his head a bit, reaching for the bottle just dropped off and took a drag off it, hoping it would calm him down, cool the eager snapping Wolf in his mind and the semi hard on in his jeans.

“There ain't much as far as motels in town, but how many people you got that need a place to stay sweetheart?” Now Tommy’s hand drifted to Wanda's waist, letting himself get familiar with how she felt, the images still sweltering in his mind of mindless sex. Wanda let her hand curl onto his shoulder, biting her lip while whispering just before his lips. “Not many, three men.”

“Three men?” He pulled back a bit, a look of uncertainty at bringing competition for him onto pack lands. “I really only have space for you Sweetheart.”

Wanda let her lips press against his, drawing him to lean into her a bit before pulling back, whimpering just soft enough for his Wolf to want to change his answer, pushing for the man to give in.

The Alpha will be pissed if I bring four Wolves onto our lands.

“Well, okay. I will tell my brother and friend’s that we will have to go to the next town.” She went to pull away when his hand shot out, grasping Wanda's wrist.

<She’s ours, she wants us. Wants to be our mate, you can’t let her go. Besides, one of those males is her brother.> The Wolf snarled and Tommy’s fingers flexed around her slender wrist.

“Now hold on Sweetheart, maybe… maybe we can figure something out.” He pulled her back to him, and let his hold lay claim on her ass, arching her into him.

“Come home with me, and your friends, they can stay in my camper out back. There's plenty of space for them in there, I got it hooked up so they can do what they need to.”

Wanda gave a quirk of a grin and lapped her tongue over his lips as his reward. “Deal, lead the way? We will follow.” Without another thought, her victim yanked out some crumbled bills from his wallet, and led them out the door. Sealing his fate.

Bouncing down a dirt road, Soldat was going through his gear, handing stuff off to Wanda and Pietro. Clint followed the tail lights closely, making the turns when necessary.

“Pietro, as soon as we're in the clear of any alarm, shift and start flushing people out of their homes.” Soldat picked up a wickedly lethal blade and fitted it into the holster. “Wanda, you mind fuck as many as you can. And NO ONE FUCKING TOUCH THE ALPHA. They want the Alpha back all intact. Clint, see if you can't secure another means of transportation.” Grabbing a face mask, he fitted it over his face, and went silent, turning to watch out the windshield as they approached, done giving orders. Tommy waved the van through and directed them up to a house nearby, jumping out.

“So uh, Wanda, I will show you where you will be staying.” He said, as she slipped out, and the back of the van opened to let out Pietro and Soldat, suddenly he started to look worried. “These are your friends and brother?”

“Oh only one of them is my brother.” Wanda said with a smile as Soldat reached for his blade and flung it to land in the unsuspecting wolfs chest. “And it's not him.” Clint got out to, scanning up in the trees.

“Get up high Clint. Any stragglers break for the trees, end them.” With a nod, the archer broke away and went into the trees. “Pietro, start flushing people out.” Soldat started instructing as he reached to grab his blade from the man's chest and wiped it on his shirt till it gleamed again.

Pietro nodded, as he shed his clothes, dropping quickly into a sleek silver wolf, his speed almost making him a blur in the dark as he raced forward, starting his howls. They were sharp and dangerous, warning the pack. Several members stepped out of their homes, clearly having been asleep in the state of their dress when Soldat held up his sniper rifle and started to pick people off, Wanda following along, slamming demands in each of their minds thanks to her powers.

GIVE US THE ALPHA.

Her warnings started crippling families in agony, screaming as the pressed hands against their heads at her mental onslaught. Wanda twisted her hands in the air, snapping open fingers into fists, and people started shifting, their wolves released to scream their pain she inflicted on them instead. Soon the night was filled with horror. Those that managed to escape the trio working through their homes were met with piercing cool blades flying from somewhere in the trees.

Soldat was almost lazy walking along this pack's compound, some memory started to stir in his mind, reminding him of another compound, sunlight shifting through the trees to dapple along a dirt road, a man’s laughter behind him from someone. “Buck, wait up!” Ahead was a sparkling lake and he glanced over his shoulder to see someone running towards him from a distance. He shook his head to dispel these memories.

The White Wolf paced the edges of his consciousness. <Follow your orders Soldat.>

The memory was hazy, and it slipped away from him once more. He snapped his head again to focus on the task at hand.

Back to the present, moonlight was shining bright and highlighting bodies scattered around. Except for one, a woman bolting out of hiding trying to get away from him. Lazily he swung his rifle up and sighted her in, his finger slowly easing against the trigger. For him it was all slow motion, the woman pitched forward with a cry as she fell forward in his path, and he stepped over her as she bled out. Soldat growled in irritation as the Alpha still hadn’t made themselves known.

“Alpha, are you okay with sacrificing your people?” Wanda came up beside him, panting slightly with exertion of the use of her powers, listening. A pained howl came from a nearby home, Pietro pacing around it waiting for the occupants to come out. The door creaked open, and out stumbled a woman, a flare of Soldat’s nose told him exactly what he wanted to know, the Winter Wolf growling in a menacing way at the approaching victim. Finally the packs Alpha was surrendering. She was flanked by a nipping Pietro to speed her jog up, blood streaming down the back of her calves from where she didn’t move fast enough.

“Stop, what do you people want? We have done nothing wrong to the council to warrant a removal like this.” Her eyes were wild as she looked at her packmates, the smell of blood and death so heavy, she heaved a gag.

Wanda looked her up and down, arching a brow. “She's an Alpha? Doesn’t look much like one.”

Soldat’s hand wrapped around the woman's neck, dragging her forward, and inhaling along her face, the tip of his nose dragging up from her chin to her temple, sorting her scent to be sure. A shuddering gasp fell from her, laced with fear. It made Soldat smirk behind the mask. The acrid scent of fear was something he was accustomed to. Beyond the fear though, she was the prime scent of health. This Alpha did not lead her pack on force and strength, but respect and knowledge. He could imagine the battle she was going through with her wolf right now, the conflict to shift showing in her eyes, fear sweat rolling down her temple.

“Where's your mate?” Soldat growled and gave her a slight shake when she sobbed.

“G-gone! She's gone. Visiting her old pack across the country. She won't be back for another month.”

Inhaling again, Soldat sneered, his voice laced with it. “You lie girl. Your efforts to keep her safe, pointless. I can smell her all over you, fresh.” He hissed in her ear and turned to the twins. “Find her. She won’t be far.” They nodded, wolf and sister splitting off towards the Alphas house and she tensed in Soldats grip, starting to fight to break out of his hold.

“What do you want?! Who are you?” she was gulping in air, possibly scenting him, trying to figure out where he came from. Soldats hard eyes went over her once, and did not find her worth answering. Instead his grip tightened around her neck and he whipped her around, her back slamming into his chest and making her gasp in loss of air.

“They are close.” he reached up, taking off the mask and stuffing it away. Her whimpers made his teeth snap at her neck, she might be Alpha of this pack, but she had nothing on him. The Winter Wolf paced, fur bristling as Soldat eyed her steady pulse, resisting the urge to rip at the throbbing vein, killing the Alpha. But he didn't, he had orders. “Can you smell your mates' fear from here? Cause I can.” Instead his tongue lapped up her neck before he tilted his head. “Or maybe that is yours?”

A cry from the woods along with snarling made Soldat straighten and the Alpha tense in his hold, soft “no no no no…” uttered from her and a sob in which Soldat snapped his fingers tighter around her neck to shut her up. Her mate stumbled from the woods, continuously trying to break away, but between Wanda and Pietro, they kept her moving forward. Soldat dropped his hold on the Alpha, letting her spring away to run towards her mate, and drag her into her arms, sobbing into her hair. “I told you to run Alicia, I told you to get away from here.”

“We couldn't, we couldn't just leave you to them Alpha.” Alicia responded, all three of them watching as the Alpha regained her composure a bit, wiping at her face and turned to face Soldat.

“Anything, whatever you want, it's yours. Just let my mate and the rest of the pack leave unharmed. They won't try anything.” Soldat arched a brow, and reached into a pocket on his tactile vest.

“Then you will put this on without any trouble.”

He let a thick silver collar and muzzle fall from his grasp, and the Alpha swallowed hard seeing it. She gave a nod in acceptance and a plea from her mate made the Alpha’s eyes well up with tears, but rounded on her growling at Alicia. “Be quiet, listen to your Mate and Alpha.” Alicia’s begging quieted with a nod, her head bent in submission to her partner. The Alphas hand came up to cup her face in praise, and gave her a soft kiss on her forehead and dipped to her ear, whispering to her for a moment while Alicia’s eyes welled up again and closed as if she was trying to remember the words. Soldat waited patiently, watching this moment between bonded mates without any feelings. All it showed him was a weakness in the Wolves. Their devotion to their mates could always be a weapon he could exploit.

Soon enough the Alpha turned back to Soldat to strip out of her nightgown, quick to shift into her Wolf. Padding over to him, she sat in front of him and lifted her head to fit the collar and muzzle on. It was all so final with the click, binding the muzzle to the collar, completely in Soldats control now as he hooked a chain to her like a lead, wrapping it around his hand and shortening it.

“Kill the rest.” Soldat said and the Alpha at the end of a leash started thrashing as much as allowed, growling in fear and rage, her head straining to look over her shoulder while Soldat dragged her away. Helpless while having to watch Wanda and Pietro round on Alicia, her screams for her Alpha dying out and the smell of her death hit the Alpha. Blood and the sting of fear struck her, and she sank to the ground, losing her trapped mind. Soldat never even noticed her body going limp behind him, and that he was dragging her across the ground while she howled in pain at the severed bond of her now dead mate.

You were sitting behind the wheel of the pickup, Steve on the other side of the hood poking his head around. “Okay, start her up Little One.” he ordered, and you went to flick the key, listening to the whir whir sound of the engine before it sputtered, choked, and gave a mighty shutter, dying down. Turning the key back to off, you leaned yourself out the window.

“Steve… You might have to call it. I don't think there's any saving this one.” Opening the door, you slipped out, landing lightly on your toes, and closing the door shut with a squeak. You could see your mate standing at the front, wiping his hands on a rag, staring down at the engine. Not yet in defeat though. If there was anything you knew about the Mountain Packs Alpha, it was that Steve Rogers did not stop till every last thing had been tried. That meant one thing. He was going to take this engine apart piece by piece if he had to.

You leaned against the side of the truck, looking down in the mess of engine parts, and then back to Steve who spared a glance upwards at you and giving a sigh. “Leave no man behind, or woman in this case. This trucks a girl.” His hand slapped against the side of it affectionately and you snorted, folding your arms over your chest.

“First of all, it's a truck Alpha…” you started.

Steve reached up and slammed the hood down, scoffing. “It's her, and her name is Lenore, and she's not just a truck. I have had her since I was 15.”

“Safe to say this is your first girlfriend then?” You giggled as you tapped your fingers teasing along his arm and skimmed your fingers along the back of his neck, while he wiped his rag lovingly against the hood. Little did he know he had a scuff of dirt on the back of his neck, and it was distracting you now.

Fuck…

The Little Wolf snickered at your reaction. <See something you like?>

Sure as hell do, our Alpha looks fucking good like this.

She yipped in agreement and spun around with excitement.

You pressed your nose in against his shoulder, inhaling deeply while gently sinking your teeth in against his shoulder. Steve growled softly feeling you press against him and looked over his shoulder with an arched brow. “Nah, but she was around with the first girlfriend, and watch me get her fixed to keep her around with my mate.” He pulled you around, his hands circling your hips and easily lifting you to perch on the edge of the truck's hood, making you giggle, and grasp the front of his shirt to pull him in closer. Steves fingers dug into the curves of your hips and pulled you to the edge of the hood.

“Your awful confident Alpha.” you wiggled your brows and leaned forward to nip at his lips. “What makes you think you're that good of a mechanic?”

Steve hummed, his hands slipping under your shirt to dig his fingers into your waist as you wrapped your legs loosely around his hips. “Think you can do better Little One?” he teased back while the tip of your tongue dragged along his bottom lip and he rumbled slightly as you sucked on his bottom lip before pulling back.

“Give me a wrench, I get Lenore running like brand new.” You exclaimed with a wriggle of your brows, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning into Steve’s chest. The Alpha laughed, dropping his head to your neck, and rubbing his beard against the column of your neck and kissing over the bonding mark deeply, his tongue tracing the slight scar he had left there that night and letting his teeth sink in enough to make you whimper in a happy way. He tilted back to look at you.

“Little One, I give you a wrench and she will be like new, back before they even put her all together on the manufactures line.”

You scowled at him, and playfully pushed him away from you, which resulted in him backing up and stepping back into you, kissing on your neck as you tipped your head back for him so that his lips could skim the column of your neck, his inhales making you drag your teeth along your bottom lip with a whimper. “I'm a little insulted that you think I would tear Lenore apart.”

Steve lifted his head, and arched his brow at you. “You wouldn’t?”

“Hell no Alpha, Sams have been teaching me the way around an engine. He said I got the magic touch, and can make them purr.” You stated proudly, and you saw his pupils flare suddenly. You scooted closer and leaned in close to whisper against his lips, your forehead leaning against his. “Is that true Steve, Do I… have the magic touch?”

Your Little Wolf connected on the Alphas bond, the two wolves teased each other back and forth in your minds. You and Steve started nipping at each other's lips, growling as he had you open your mouth to him, and your hands fisted into his hair at the back of his head, rubbing your chest in against him. Steve inhaled your taste and scent, the way you softened under his touch, allowing him to touch you however, and wherever. Fingers flexed, smudging motor grease against your skin and your hands twisted in his dirty shirt to start tugging it off him, pulling away to drag it over his head. Your hips rolled into meeting his groin and he hissed feeling your core rub against his erection “Yes Little One, You certainly do have the magic touch.”

His hand snaked up your top and palmed your breast through your bra till you also lost your shirt, the heavy scent of your arousal drenching your panties along with the stinging mechanics grease tainting his senses. It smelled dirty, and Steve was fucking raging from it.

Wanting to bury his cock in your heat, he pulled back from your embrace and jerked you off the truck's hood twisting you around. Your hands slamming against the hood and Steve grasping the back of your neck to press you against the hood. His thumb feathered back and forth over his mark, your neck arching under his touch. You could feel his hips slotted against yours, and your ass pressed back to grind into his erection. Your ass, firm and soft in those jeans pressing into him made him growl and bite against your shoulder, arching his hips forward to pin you against the grill of the truck.

You groaned when you felt the sting of Steve’s bite against your shoulder and his weight keeping you in place. Steve lifted his head suddenly hearing you, easing back slightly. “Is this okay? Too much?” You could still feel how hard he was behind you, but his voice was laced with gentleness and concern. You arched your head back and took a deep breath.

“Steve Rogers, you have me pinned against Lenore, you better fuck me or else.”

Steve’s concerned look melted with a devious smirk before he moved to suck a spot just behind your ear, his hands slipping to the front of your jeans to snap your button open and wriggle the zipper down.

“Or else… Fuck Little One, that sounds like a promising threat.” Steve growled against your ear, and he tugged your jeans and panties down around your knees, you lifted a leg to kick your pants off, shifting to the other to get rid of your clothing. His hand flexed against your neck before pulling it away.

“Might be in your favor Alpha.” You shifted your legs back and forth to spread them, Steve running a finger through your slick and spreading your folds to stroke you a moment, feeling just how ready you were for him. Licking his lips he could almost taste you as he knew intimately just how good you were.

You panted while your cheek pressed against the truck's cool hood, a contrast to your mate behind you all hot and bothered. “Steve, Fuck. Me.” your voice went muffled as his fingers filled you and you tried to arch in his hold, but he flexed fingers against the back of your neck once more, keeping you still while he took you apart with his fingers. Your velvet walls fluttered around his fingers, and you moaned in pleasure.

“Is that what you wanted Little One?” His chest pressed against your back, making your breathing shallower, your whines sharper with need. “Your soaking me Omega Girl. I gotta be inside you. Cum for me first.” His hips rutted against you and you shuddered underneath him, slamming your hand sharply against the hood of the car while nodding that you heard him. Your cunt made squelching noises and his fingers scissored you open, he kept uttering for you to let go when you finally did, an explosion of pleasure humming through you while you cried out his name, falling apart around his fingers.

Steve raised you off the hood and pulled you up against his chest, kissing on your neck hungrily while your orgasm made you whimper, trying to squeeze your thighs closed around his hand. “Good girl Little One, you are so good to me.” He growled against your ear softly before dragging his tongue to mark his scent on you, he let you lower back to the hood of the truck.

Pulling his hand away from you, he undid his belt and worked his pants open enough to pull out his cock, using his slick covered hand to rub himself. “Hey Little One, are you still with me?”

You nodded as he wrapped his hands around your hips and shifted your ass to where he wanted it while sliding his cock through your slick folds sure to press against your clit before sliding back closer to filling you.

“Fuck Steve…” You exhale and he thrust into you, one fluid motion had your cunt swallowing him, pulling him in to feel you gripping him tightly in a way that made the Alpha growl possessively over your form underneath him, his fingers digging in your hips in a bruising way. Your body shook with the effort and his hand smoothed along your side when he arched his hips to grind into you. “Your so fucking good Little One, I can just stay buried in this sweet pussy all day.”

Pulling back and thrusting to split you open, your chest crushed against the truck's hood, and you wouldn't want to have it any other way while Steve started to rut into you faster, the only thing keeping you in place was Steve's unforgiving hold on your hips and the truck's hard surface. The metal underneath just proved to help Steve punch the air from your lungs. One of his hands slid up your back and moved to grasp your shoulder and pull you back harder, taking angled strokes to make you fall apart around him.

So pretty you were, sprawled against the hood of his truck, doing your best not to scratch at the paint. You were balancing on your tip toes and starting to plead in a muffled tone “Steve- fuck-oh oh- I need to- ah right there.”

Steve pulled back on your shoulder, bringing you up to brace against his back, and wrapping his arm across your midriff. Reaching up to cup and squeeze a breast in his palm while biting your shoulder with a growl made you arch in his hold. You were still raised to your tiptoes, and could feel yourself fluttering around his cock, clenching and aching to find that release.

Aiming for that sweet spot he knew would push you over the edge, his hand covered the front of your mound and rubbed his fingertip in a vigorous circle, making you squirm in his hold. “Don't fight it Little One, you're almost there. Just a little more. You're being so good for your Alpha, taking my cock so good.” He praised and your head fell back against his shoulder, letting him move you now.

“It feels so good, it hurts.” You whined out while reaching down to where his fingers were rubbing at your clit, you explored further down in your heat, until your fingers found the tender spot where his cock pushed into you, feeling him slide in and out made your belly clench at the sensation.

“Do you feel how you made just for me Little One?” Steve grunted while kissing the corner of your mouth till you rolled your head to meet him, both of you biting at each other's lips and easing into a deep hungry kiss.

“Steve, I’m-” You sobbed into his mouth as you fell, and intense pleasure fluttered from your core and spread through your body while your hearing buzzed, and your vision exploded in sparks. He groaned as he rutted into your breaking body, his arms locking around you and his teeth sank into your mark, just making your orgasm explode all over again, tilting your head and crying out in a howl while he filled you with his seed, spreading it through you till he knotted. When he finally stilled with his forehead against your shoulder, you let your head roll forward and took a deep breath to refill your lungs. Your hands dropped to his hands still holding you with a tight grip and let your hands rest over his. Feeling your touch he eased slightly and lifted his head, breathing in against your neck, the expand of his chest with each breath scratched lightly against your back.

Your eyes lifted and you could see the sweaty imprint on the hood of his truck, and then looked down to see grease and dirt smudged all over your skin and your bra, making you chuckle. Steve lifted his head up, careful how he moved behind you while straightening. “Care to share Little One whats got you laughing?”

You tilted your head over your shoulder to look back at him while he loosened his hold. “You got me dirty, and then you got me really dirty.” You emphasized, and he looked over your shoulder to see the streaks against your skin. “We also got Lenore dirty.” You nodded towards your imprint against the hood, and then he finally laughed, his shoulders shaking amused.

“I've never seen Lenore look better Little One.” He muttered while kissing your neck deeply, flexing his hold around you again and you bit your lip giggling while dipping your head back to his shoulder. You two waited till he went soft again and was able to pull out from you. You bent down and picked up scattered clothes to pull them back on while Steve zipped up his jeans and buckled his belt, you grabbed his discarded tee and tossed it to him. While he was picking up the garage with the tools he was using, you happened to check your phone, and noticed a text from Caine.

“Hey how do you feel about going to see Caine and the rest tomorrow morning? If we leave tonight, we don't have any plans, do we?” You ask after reading Caine’s message asking them if they would come visit. Being a fairly new Alpha, learning how to properly set up a pack was a daunting task, especially to that group and he was leaning heavily on Steve’s guidance in that case here and there. Steve wanting to see the young wolf succeed had allowed the bond to form, which was unusual but not unheard of, especially now that the Wolves were depending so much more on pack relationships. He hesitated a moment, but it had been quiet for months since the last attacks from winter.

“Let me get cleaned up Little One and we can head out, haven't been over that way in ages, and would love to see the changes he has made to that place.” Steve came over, reading the text while you held your phone up for him to see, and he nuzzled against his mark, nipping the scar on your neck gently.

You turned in his hold, wrapping your arms around his waist and looking up at him. “Thank you, for making it work Steve.” You said softly to him, hugging him a bit in the process. “They are no longer my pack, but I still have a connection with them.”

You were the other reason Steve kept himself available to the new pack, he knew that you had survived with these wolves, had faced things no wolf should have to, and it in some way reminded him of his time with the howling commandos. No longer were they “family” but in a way they always would just be that. If any of them contacted him still to this day, he would be there for them, that was what happened when you went into a war with someone. And that is partially how he saw your whole ordeal, it was a fight for your life. As important as you were to him and his wolf, his better half, his partner, there wasn't anything he wouldn't do for you. His hand smoothed along your back and he kissed your forehead. “Always Little One, come on, lets go get ready.”

Once it was established that Sam and Sara would take over while you two were gone, Steve filled up the pickup while you packed a bag for the two of you and were on the road soon enough. Steve easily drove through the night while you either kept him company talking, once in a while falling asleep with your head on his shoulder, snuggling against his side while he would hug you in closer whenever he felt a slight chill run through you. Your wolves remained twined around each other with the bond you now shared, and Steve loved feeling traces of your wolf in his mind.

He thought of a time before you, when the sensation made him cringe. Your wolf fit there, was a warmth that his own Alpha settled into easily, no longer a pacing beast in his mind. Alanna’s wolf was so much more different, the hair on the back of his neck would raise, and the Alphas' own hackles would bristle. The bond they shared was sick from the start, the she wolf would be looking for a fight with the Alpha, who was more then willing to return the favor. There were no playful teasing or quiet grooming moments that the Alpha shared with the Little One.

Steve did back then what he thought was right, trying to make it work when he had impulsively bitten Alanna, but now he could see how wrong it was. What people like Bucky and Natasha had tried pointing out to him for the years he forced it to work. That it could be better. How it could be what he had now. You softly sighing against his shoulder while you two went to help another pack, not fight against them.

As the sun started to rise, Steve couldn't help compare it to his new chapter in his life, stepping from the darkness of his past into the bright promising start of a new one. One he looked forward to.

<It will one day be even better Steve.> The Alpha commented as he groomed the sleeping Little Wolf, nibbling along her neck and shoulders before his pink tongue ran over her fur till it was soft and fluffy.

I don’t know how it can get better, our life is finally calmed down, my mate is settled and happy in her life, and our Pack is strong.

The Alpha just continued his gentle grooming for a few moments before he moved up to stretch, his tail giving a slight wag at the next words he said.

If it happens, it happens.

The Alpha wasn't wrong, Steve did always want a family. Some part was the connection that Wolves always had, packs were nothing more then large family units surviving. But there was more, Steve wanted to give that love to another, and he could see you already, fiercely protective over any children.

The idea of you pregnant stirred some primal things in him, more primal then even the Wolf itself. It was a part of him that wanted it more than anything. But the time would come, where you two would really sit down and discuss it. Feeling you stir under his arm, he was pulled from his thoughts and glanced down. “Morning Little One.” he chuckled watching as you groaned while pushing to sit up more, rubbing at your eyes.

“Ooh, sorry I fell asleep, what time it is Steve, are we almost there?” Your hands rubbed against your face, and you blinked rapidly against the bright light of the new morning sun.

“7 AM, and we're a few miles out still. You want to stop for some breakfast first? I know we will be passing a diner here shortly.” He offered and you perked immediately hearing that.

“God that sounds amazing.” You hummed just as your stomach made the loudest grumble noise, making you both bust out laughing, and Steve stepped on the gas a bit more to make the truck pick up speed.

The diner was one of those little country diners you see in small towns. Along the wall were booths with the little quarter jukeboxes, and in the middle was a long counter scattered with displays of pies and pastries every few stools. When you and Steve first entered, you were first hit with the smell of diner coffee, which you tilted your nose up appreciatively to inhale the aroma, while Steve wrapped an arm around your waist to lead you to a nearby booth. You slipped in first, and Steve just sat next to you, leaving the other side unoccupied.

“Alright kids, what'll it be.” The waitress came around, an older woman with a tall grey beehive style hair-do, a pencil tucked behind her ear which she plucked her fingers against to use, as well as dug for a pad of paper from her apron. You couldn't help smiling at her, as she was just a sight to see, and Steve himself hid a laugh while he filled in with what he wanted. “Eggs, sunny side up, with toast, bacon and sausage. Coffee, black and a side of orange juice.” She was quick to jot it all down, and paused her rapid writing. “And for you sweetheart?” her accent took on a sweet tone, and you filled in with what you wanted.

“Short stack blueberry pancakes, some sausage links, and a glass of milk, and coffee?”

“Sure thing” the waitress was sure to jot it down and leave the two of you alone, Steve’s hand reached under the table and took yours to weave his fingers through yours, giving a light squeeze. It was just a few moments when their waitress came back around with there beverages.

“Cook will be just a few minutes with your food. But here, we made some extras.” She winked as she left a small basket with piping hot donut holes at your table, leaving you two alone again after thanking her. Steve picked up a cinnamon sugared one to pop in his mouth. Lifting the mug to your lips, you blow on the steaming mug and sip on it while your eyes dart out the window to watch other patrons start to arrive.

“I've lived here my whole adult life, and never knew what it looked like outside of the pack boundaries. Pierce hardly let us leave.” You mused and Steve slid a hand along your thigh, squeezing reassuringly before you turned towards him with a warm smile on your face. “I'm glad we came, it will be good to see Caine and everyone else again.”

“He has good makings to be a strong Alpha once he washed the taint Pierce left in this area.” Steve agreed as his arm moved from your thigh to wrap around your shoulder, dipping his head to place a light nuzzle to your temple as you leaned into him. It wasn't long till the waitress was back to drop off the hot plates of breakfast.

Bites were shared between the two of you, you nipped off the tip of Steve's bacon and you offered an extra syrup drenched bite of pancake, where droplets of sweet syrup caught in his beard which he wiped away with his napkin. Before long plates were being pushed away with groans of being too full, Steve dug for his wallet to leave a nice tip to their waitress as well as the bill and headed out of the little diner.

Soon you two were pulling off the highway and along a familiar bumpy road leading deep into the forest, away from the town. You cranked down the window the closer you got, the warm spring air was alive with fresh growth, along with the familiar scents of the pack. Steve started to slow down when the road grew rougher, the truck bouncing on its struts as remnants of mud and snow bogged the road down. You were quick to grasp the ‘oh shit’ handle, noticing streaks of shadows running alongside the road, and howls started announcing their arrival.

It was getting familiar and Steve reached over, sliding his hand with yours to weave his fingers through yours and pull your hand into his lap, his thumb sliding over your knuckle. “You okay Little One?” His gaze tilted towards you, and you smiled at him with a nod.

Your Little Wolf stirred and moved over to her Alpha, brushing up against him once the other packs scent grew stronger the closer they got, reaffirming that she belonged to him now. He curled around her, pressing his muzzle against her while thumping his tail loudly in approval.

<It doesn’t even feel like ‘home’ anymore.> The Little Wolf said softly and you hid a smile hearing her, squeezing Steve’s hand back.

It hasn't been in a while now. It was hard to think it was just about a year, another month and it would have been the first time you met Steve. Bucky allowing you to cross from No Man's Land into the pack boundaries. You could still remember that first time, how Steve went to your level and offered you sanctuary before even actually hearing why you were on the run. And you knew he would do it again with another if the time came. Soon the road curved and you two came up on the all to familiar grey building that had the underground expansion where you were kept. You could hear the Alpha growling softly seeing it, and Steve’s features hardened as he picked up speed driving past it till you two started to come more towards the homes that spread through the grounds. Neither one of you wanted to step foot in there, and did not plan to ever again.

Caine came trotting out to greet them, and you hopped out to rush around the truck, springing at your former packmate in a hug. Steve took his time, although the Wolf didn't much like it, he waited to give you two a moment before intruding. You weaved yourself back into Steve’s hold, grinning happily.

“Driving all night I’m guessing?” Caine asked and you shrugged, jerking a thumb at Steve. “He was, I was the co-pilot. In charge of the radio.”

Steve winked. “And did a good job of it to Little One, you only passed out on me for a couple hours.” He teased while you poked his side a bit for ratting you out and Caine laughed heartily.

“What I figured, since I messaged you last night. The house at the end is vacant for now if you two wanna rest a bit to settle in.” Caine offered, and Steve was thankful for the offer after the long drive. Steve pulled up the truck to the house while you and Caine strolled to the quaint house, talking about how each respective pack were doing. You noticed his eyes lifted to your neck when you lifted your hair off your neck, and his brows arched.

“Is that what I think it is Y/N?” the young Alpha asked and your hand pressed against Steve’s mark, nodding.

“Yes, Steve and I bonded, made it official. It was time to put Pierce and all that behind. It wasn’t natural trying to force us to bond with anyone willing to pay for us.” You stalled a bit, slowing down while watching Steve grab the duffel you had packed from the back of the truck and brought it inside. Caine hummed in agreement, having faced the same ordeal you had. Your Little Wolf stirred in her nearby Alphas' care, feeling your emotions rolling and soon felt her brush along your mind, a calming presence that brought you back to the present. Caine smiled at you, brushing his hand along your back and giving a half hold hug around your shoulder.

“I’m happy for you Y/N, that you found Steve. I mean… well for us to. If you hadn’t gotten away from Pierce, who knows where we would be now.” Caines gaze flashed to the grey building for a second, the heavy chain strapped against the door to keep it shut.

“What are you using that for now?” You asked, noticing where his gaze went. Caine continued the two of you forward.

“Storage, once we cleaned it out. Stark took any of the medical equipment besides the basics we could use for emergencies. All the shit they used on us. After that office was cleaned out, the computers taken, I locked up the underground floors, and we have been using the top as storage for gear and such. Might just seal off that underground and tear that top part down. I don't know honestly. It's like a sickness here still, seeing it. But one day if anything was to happen, it could be useful.”

It was easy to tell that Caine was unsure of what to do with it, and you nudged him lightly to lighten his heaviness. “You will figure it out.” Glancing up, you could see Steve gathering the last of the overnight stuff from the truck, the door snapping shut. “We will see you later, I'm gonna go get some proper shut eye.” Splitting from Caine, you went inside first and Steve chatted a few moments with Caine before excusing himself.

Going inside, it wasn’t home, but it wasn't bad. Sparsely furnished with the minimal comforts, he tilted his nose to inhale, searching you out. You had gone through the downstairs while he was outside from what Steve could sense, but he heard your soft footfalls above him, turning him to go up the old stairs to the tiny upstairs. A single bedroom with a double bed and a bathroom graced the upstairs. Dropping the bag on the end of the bed, he glanced over to you unpacking on the other side.

“Not quite like home.” You observed, while looking around. The bed just about took up the whole bedroom. “But cozy.”

Steve chuckled as he moved around the bed, wrapping his arms around your hips and pressing his face in against your neck, nibbling while his hips pressed against your curves and his chest to your back. You sunk back into him while refolding one of his shirts, tilting your head to feel his affections with a close of your eyes and a satisfied hum flowing through you. “Yes cozy, you are gonna have to sleep on top of me in this bed.” You chuckled hearing his teasing, the two of you swaying in the early morning light streaming through the window at the head of the bed.

“That's never been a problem before.” You smirk while feeling Steve laugh softly behind you and you twist to nudge at him. “You're tired, I can feel it. I'm gonna go take a shower, why don't you lay down. We can meet up with Caine this afternoon.” You removed the bag off the bed, and Steve rumbled slightly.

“Shower? I could join you Little One.” His hands moved to lightly grasp your hips, fingers flexing. You shake your head and turn to face Steve, your hands cupping his face and tilt up to place a kiss on his lips, keeping it simple and affectionate.

“You were up early yesterday, because I remember your little wake up.” You smirked at his lopsided grin, all proud of himself for his methods. “And up all night bringing us here.” Your hands pressed against his chest, gently pushing him down on the bed and reaching for your shower bag. “So sleep Alpha, we can mess around later.” You nipped his lips and pulled away, while he groaned, tilting his head back to the mattress while you left the room to go down the short hallway to the bathroom at the end.

“That's teasing Little One.” He growled out as he pushed back to a sit, undoing his belt on his jeans while you called back.

“Make me pay for it later Alpha, learn to take a command once in a while.” You firmly shut the bathroom door on him and the Wolf laughed hard at Steve’s predicament.

You were sidelined too. Steve growled out softly although he knew you were right, his body was tired. The heaviness started to make his eyes ache to close.

<Mmmh, actually no. I can go to my Little Wolf whenever.> The Wolf shook out his fur and padded away from Steve's consciousness, in which the Alpha rolled his eyes at his inner beast and proceeded to strip down to stretch above the comforter.

It wasn't long till Steve felt the bed dip at the end and you crawled over him, settling down to lay your head on his chest, and his hand smoothed against your back to rest against the dip in your lower back. Your face rubbed against one of his pecs and he half turned to give you some more room on the mattress, your legs tangling with his and the rest of the morning was spent in lazy half sleep snores and readjusting in the smaller bed to get comfortable.

Finally the afternoon sun was just too bright shining down on the two of you, spring softness had picked up more heat and was starting to feel hot in the small bedroom. You groaned and pushed off Steve, who growled feeling you move away while waking up further, his arm slinging over his eyes to block out the light. You quietly get dressed and descend down the stairs to let him wake up in his own time. Going through the kitchen, you grab a glass to fill with water to inhale quickly and parch your thirst. Above you, you can hear the bed creak under Steve’s weight, then the slap of his feet against the hardwood boards above you. You start to go through the house and pry open windows, and the front door you opened wide to let the fresh air in.

“Mmh, how late is it?” Steve rubbed at his face and you pulled your phone out.

“3:30, we're gonna be up all night.” You chuckled while checking a message from Sara, complaining that she should have gone with you and Steve, Sam was driving her crazy making you chuckle while answering back. “Sara checked in, said everything is going good at home.”

Steve as well sought out some water, draining the glass with deep gulps, he wiped at his mouth with the back of his arm and nodded. “I’m sure we can find something to do tonight.” He winked in a tease. “Good, how about we go see the rest of the pack?” His hand went through his hair, pushing the longer dark blonde locks back from his face, looking every bit of Alpha that he was. You could have whimpered right then, sure he wasn't even aware of how it made your stomach clench. You were just grateful that the Little Wolf was preoccupied with her mate to be paying attention to your reactions.

“We better, I’m sure he's forgotten were here.” You move to step out the door, blinking in the bright afternoon sunshine, bouncing off the steps with Steve right behind you.

“Unlikely, his wolf won't be letting him forget I’m here.”

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imatechbummerliketomholland · 3 years ago

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"ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ, ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ?" - ʜ.ᴏ

Hello to you! There it is! My first Harrison request. I'm working for a one shot with him, but it takes me so long because it's a little angst. But don't worry, this one is just fluff! I hope you'll all like it! I did not have time to be reread and corrected. So be indulgent once again, English is not my native language.

Summary: harrison met you in this coffe/bookstore where you friend worked. Since that day, he tried to ask you out but nothing really worked he would like. Until that day. Word count: 2690 Warning: some of swear, spoilers of "one day" by David Nicholls" Pairing : harrison osterfield Request: yes!

You walked happily into the store, heading towards the counter where your best friend was. “The cup and feather” was a second home to you. The warm atmosphere that reigned in the bookstore/cafe has always seduced you. There was a peace of mind that relaxed your muscles: the woody decor, the warm and captivating light, the mixed smell of old/new books and coffee. You were leaning on the counter where Maya was completing an order for a regular.

“Good morning Luke! Enjoy your drink!” you said with a large smile.

“Hello dear y/n! Thanks sweetie! Let me know if you want to drink something. It’s on me”

“It won’t be necessary but thank you. I appreciate!”

The customer adds a generous 10-pound bill to the tip pot with a wink at you. Maya thanked Luke and then gave you a broken look. You gave her an amused smile, shaking your head, already anticipating her next line. But nothing could dissipate your good mood, your day was good.

"It's unbelievable how my tips increase when you're here. What's your secret?"

“Hello to you too, dear best friend. I don't have a secret...but maybe, try to be...nicer to customers? Give them a smile while you're taking their order! ”

“Hello honey. I’m so thankful you’re here. It’s a boring day”

It was a pretty quiet day, there weren't a lot of customers. The rather gloomy London weather seemed to have put them off. A huge thunderous sound echoed outside and Maya jumped. You had a sympathetic and somewhat amused smile. You liked the storm. To be honest, you liked the storm when you weren't alone: feel the heavy, electric atmosphere before the refreshing rain falls. She looked out the window with annoyance.

"Jesus. It looks like it's gonna be a long day" she complained

“Don’t be so dramatic! Let me help. How can I help you?”

“There is this book cart that I have to put away and that has been lying around for an hour. But my boss would kill me if he found out that someone who actually doesn’t work here, did it for me”

Maya gave you a knowing look. It wasn't that she hated you helping her with her work, on the contrary, you were quite useful to her. But she would have preferred that you spend your free time other than helping her. You took a few books from the cart, sticking your tongue out at your best friend and rushing down the aisles of the library section. The distinct sound of a heavy downpour was heard outside and a few seconds later, the store door opened to let in two young, but also handsome, men. Maya bit her lip as one of the individuals approached the counter with a polite but warm smile. He seemed tall, with a thin but toned build, thin lips, his blue eyes pierced her from the moment his eyes met hers; a fucking model.

"Hello. Do you mind if we stay a little while the downpour subsides?" he asked.

" Hell no, of course! You can stay as long as you want as long as I can admire you… uh, shit, no, as long as you order something… did I say the other part out loud?

The second boy laughed, but nothing mocking. He was shorter than the guy across from Maya, brown hair and chocolate eyes, muscular arms but not sculpted like a bodybuilder. He seemed in good shape.

The blonde raised his eyebrows, an amused smile on his lips.

"I'm afraid so. Um ... okay. Tom?" he turned to his friend "Do you want to drink something?"

"Black tea. A single sugar and a drop of milk."

Your friend nodded meaning she heard it and then she patiently waited for the blonde to place his order.

"I'll have mint tea. Just one sugar too."

"Noted! Feel free to go grab a book once you've settled in."

The blonde smiled at Maya as he turned slightly to the tables to settle in with his friend. You were immersed in reading a synopsis when you finally returned to the counter. You looked up too late while talking to your best friend.

"Hey, Maya can I keep - ouch"

You had just hit a rather solid chest and your eyes widened in surprise. Two hands grabbed your shoulders before the fall, stabilizing you on your two good. And thank you, handsome stranger because you would have been able to let yourself fall so as not to drop the book you were holding in your hands.

"Everything's alright, love?"

"Huh Huh" You barely said, still a little surprised by the impact.

He smiled at you and finally joined Tom at a table without giving you a chance to thank him. You leaned against the counter giving your best friend an indecipherable expression.

"Who are these guys?"

"I know, right?" Maya whispered, biting her lips again.

You smiled to her. You and your best friend had the same tastes when it came to boys. So it was no wonder that they found them attractive.You quickly gave a last look on the mysterious guy before focusing on the cart again. Your logic wanted you to go back and forth rather than pushing this wheeled machine. And deep down, it was also an excuse to admire the blond boy at the table 7. When you came back from your last trip down the aisles and there were no books left on the cart. You noticed with a sad expression on your face that both boys were gone. What did you expect? A romantic scene where love story is born in the aisles of a bookstore cafe. What's the point? You might not even have been his type. Correction: You were certainly not his type. Maya came over to you, a mischievous half-smile on her face.

"If you're wondering. His name is Harrison. I heard his friend call him. And he kindly tipped you 25 pounds."

"I don't work here."

"It's just like"

"I would probably never see him again, Maya"

"Believe me, I have a feeling that you will."

☙♡❧

And she was right. The following week did not bring the handsome stranger, the following week either. You had totally, or almost, forgotten this delicious abrupt encounter. You were in the aisles of the cafe, looking for the next book you were going to devour when you were politely tapped on the shoulder, a throat clearing accompanying the gesture.

"Hm, excuse me?"

You turned around and your eyes widened a little in surprise. You did not expect, or more, to see this beautiful stranger again. He was holding a book in his hands and looked nervous. His demeanor was endearing and you couldn't help but suppress a shy smile.

"Yes?"

"I'm looking to get my mom a book. I've heard of this one but ... I wanted your advice."

You raised an amused eyebrow. He wanted to buy a book from his mom and he went to a coffee shop to ask you for advice on a book he obviously couldn't buy here. You found this sweet and awkward. You gave him a shy and mischievous smile.

“You know you're not supposed to buy the books here… just read them. »You joked

"Hmm, yeah ... but ... I wanted your opinion since ..."

"I don't work here ..."

The surprise was read in his eyes as in yours but for different reasons. Harrison felt silly for asking you when you weren't an employee. You, you were surprised by your tone, which seemed so cold when it was not your intention. You didn’t want to be rude to him. In fact, he makes you a little bit uncomfortable. You had never been so awkward with a boy but, for some reason you didn't know, his piercing blue eyes bowled you over. You couldn't deny that you were drawn to him and there was something really spellbinding about Harrison. To catch up you glanced at the book, you wrinkled his nose and you scratched your head

“I'm sorry, this is not the kind of novel I read ... But if she read Fifty-shade of Grey ... this book might please her” you told him, somewhat embarrassed.

Harrison gave you a confused look and you pointed to the cover of the book. To be fair, although he won't admit it, Harrison had grabbed the first book he saw off the storage cart and it actually turned out that it was an erotic fiction rather categorized in the young adult, a bestseller. Honestly, you didn't know where to put yourself. You watched the cheeks of the boy in front of you turn deep red.

"Okay ... Okay. I wasn't there for my mom."

"No shame ..." you tried to comfort him

"No..no i swear. It..i'm … okay ...

A boy with curly hair appeared in the aisle, calling out to the young man, breaking that awkward moment between you at the same time. Harrison's friend seemed vaguely familiar to you, as if you knew him or seemed to know him.

"Harrison, we're late. Tom's gonna kill me, mate!"

Harrison gave a sigh of relief that he seemed to have held back. He gave you a sorry smile and apologized before leaving you, putting the book down on a shelf. They headed for the exit and you stayed there, without moving, still challenged by this moment. You heard a laugh that came from the curl without actually hearing the reason.

"Did you ask her advice about 365 DNI? What kind of div are you?"

"Shut up Harry."

And Harry's laugh echoed one more time before the door closed on them. After a few seconds, you returned to the counter where your best friend was. She nodded at you, as if asking like it had happened. You have to shake your head negatively while shrugging your shoulders. It was the most bizarre interaction you have had in your life. A total failure. With that, he was sure you would never see him again.

☙♡❧

But you were wrong again. You were, again and again, at the cafe. Maya was finishing her shift and you were sitting at a table with a book in your hand. You were in your own little world when your gaze was drawn to a male hand, wearing rings highlighting the veins of that said hand, placing a cup of latte on your table.

"I didn't order any-" you said before interrupting you.

Harrison was in front of you, a shy little smile drawn across his face. You frowned, intrigued. How had he guessed your favorite drink? A simple glance over the blond's shoulder told you your answer: Maya was smiling at you, thumbs up, as a token of encouragement. You looked Harrison, pursed your lips, flattered by the gesture.

“I wanted to apologize for the other time.” Harrison finally spoke.

“It's nothing ... I..I hope your mom liked the book.” you just told him with a little smile

"I… It wasn't for her."

"Oh..for whom?" you asked intrigued.

He smirked, amused by your carelessness. Was he not obvious, however? Since the day he met you, the actor hadn't stopped thinking about you. Tom and Harry kept telling him that he was completely whipped and looked like a fool.

"For no one actually. I grabbed the first book I found."

"But why?" you seemed more confused.

"I wanted to see you. It was a pretext… I didn't know how to approach you."

Your cheeks turned as red as Harrison's the last you met him. You were flattered but at the same time surprised to know that he was interested in you. You've replaced a strand of hair behind your ear, blushing. An awkward silence has settled between you two. Neither of them really knew how to break the ice. Harrison looked up at the book you had put on the table when he arrived.

"What do you read?" he asked interested

“One day by David Nicholls. It’s the one of the most moving books I have ever read.”

And you started talking for hours about how this book moved you and how Anne Hathaway and Jim Sturgess' portrayal in the film adaptation blew your mind. How you went from laughter to tears to anger. How you got attached to the characters in both the book and the movie. Harrison couldn't stop you. He admired you talking with passion and found you endearing. The way you spoke with your hands or the way you frowned when some character action disturbed you. You were in your world and he wanted to enter it.

"I hope we end up like them." He said, interrupting you.

You suddenly stopped in your monologue looking at Harrison puzzled. You didn't expect this. First, because by knowing the story of this novel. You didn't want anyone to experience people's stories, no matter how beautiful it was. Second, did Harrison just say he was considering something with you?

"Like who?" you asked

"Emma and Dexter ... I hope we have such a great story."

You pursed your lips, amused. You swallowed to keep from laughing and you shook your head. You were sure he didn't read the book but you wanted to play with him a little.

"I don't hope so."

"Why? Their love story is beautiful!"

"You haven't read this book have you?"

"Of course yes!" he defended himself, uncomfortable.

In truth, he was lying. He was trying to impress you. He had simply said he wanted to live this love affair to soften you and try to approach you to ask for a date. Once again, you smiled, genuinely amused by the boy in front of you. He looked so innocent and so confident in her walk. But you knew ... You knew he hadn't read the book.

"Harrison, she dies at the end"

Harrison's cheeks have once again turn red. He played with his hands nervously, embarrassed. He was an idiot, a complete fucking div. He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to let go of all the stress he had accumulated but also to find a way to make up for it. You were blowing him outright. He thought you were so beautiful and had never been so awkward about approaching a girl. Of course, Harry had introduced him to his ex-girlfriend. But, the actor had never had a hard time flirting. He knew his strengths, he was kinda funny, can't deny he was pretty handsome, after all he was a model. He was also an actor, he could play all emotions, recite hundreds of lines of dialogue. But you looked different and he was unable to have a conversation with you without being ridiculous. You found that rather adorable.

"Okay, okay. I don't hope we end up like them."

“I hope you don't wait 20 years before asking me out?”

Harrison looked at you surprised. Did you really just reach out to her? Did he hear what you just said or did his imagination play a dirty trick on him? Her heart skipped a beat. You pursed your lips before putting on a warm but shy smile. You weren't that confident in normal times but ... but it was pushing you out of your comfort zone. You liked him, his clumsiness made you laugh and moved you a lot. You wanted to know him better. And with a simple smile, Harrison knew he had the green light.

"Would you ... have coffee with me?"

"I'm already taking one with you, idiot" you joked ...

"Yeah..hmm, okay ... um. Would you like to go on a date ... one day?"

Your smile widened. You didn't know if he had chosen his last words intentionally but you liked to think he had. And if it wasn't, that awkwardness had melted your heart. You bit your lip, a smile still on your face. Your cheeks were rosy with emotion. Eventually, you might have had your romantic story at a coffee shop / bookstore.

“Yes, Harrison. I would like to go out with you.

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candychronicles · 4 years ago

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red room // y. inasa

A/N: my take on the bnharem sex workers collab! so excited to write for inasa. he’s an incredibly underrated character and all i hope is that one person likes this lol

CHARACTER PAIRING: Yoarashi Inasa x F!Reader

WORD COUNT: 3,735

WARNINGS: oral (m!receiving), sex work, just some good ol fashioned safe, consensual sex

SYNOPSIS: a lucrative encounter with a group of pro heroes leads to an unlikely relationship.

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loud music blared over the speakers as you sashayed your way through the back stage. it was a crowded night and you were itching to get on stage and make some money. usually, you got good tips just by shaking your hips in your scantily clad body but the real cash was private events. it was especially rewarding when pro heroes, such as the ones who sat in the private VIP section, joined the club. that was when you made the most dough.

your set was announced and before people could prepare themselves you sauntered on stage, false confidence oozing out of you. you never really loved your job for this aspect, nor did you think you did great in front of a crowd, but you had been faking it your whole life and it came in handy when you walked across the platform, twirling around the sleek metal bar in the center of the stage.

slowly, your gaze raked across the people in the bar, eyes narrowed into slits, a small smirk across your face. you lazily dragged your hand up your body and across your chin, letting it fall to the pole. gripping the metal, you twirled your body around once, twice, three times before jumping up, entwining your legs around it and letting your head fall back, hair cascading towards the floor. you spent the next five minutes tantalizingly moving about the area. slinking to the floor towards the end of your set, you pushed your breasts together as you tucked the tips from the greedy men in between them, sliding the rest in the waist of your sequined panties. with one small wave, you pulled yourself off the ground and sauntered back behind the stage.

it had only been a few minutes of you counting your money in the dressing room before one of the bar maids had flagged you down, letting you know one of the VIP sections was asking for you. a cheshire grin made its way across your face as you realized that this could be the big money you were after for the night.

“well hello boys, how are we tonight?” you cooed, sliding into the seat next to a rather uncomfortable looking guy with striking red and white hair.

a man of intensely large stature sat in the middle, a few older men surrounding him in the semi-circle booth. across from you sat another guy your age: tall with buzzed hair and looking as equally uncomfortable as the man sitting next to you.

“we were very intrigued by your performance,” the large man in the middle stated. when he leaned forward, you recognized him as the former number one pro hero Endeavor. despite his size, you weren’t intimidated. you may have not had a lot of confidence with large crowds, but when it came to working a group, you could get them wrapped around your finger with a little bat of your eyelashes.

this collective was no different than the rest. a few jokes to the ones who were uncomfortable, chagrin smiles to the ones who just wanted some entertainment and some well placed compliments and they were putty in your hands. Endeavor spent most of the time sloshing his drink around and bragging about his accomplishments back in the day. you had found out that the guy sitting next to you was his son and they did not seem to get along very well. while you had spent time verbally praising the former number one hero, you secretly whispered jokes and jabs to the dynamic man next to you, allowing him to loosen up and even smile.

when the session had finished, you were tipped heavily. some sloppy cheek kisses were exchanged and you had thought that had been the end of it, a thick wad of cash in your hands, when Endeavor had spoken up once more.

“Inasa, you haven’t said one word to this pretty young lady. she’s spent her time here all for us and you disrespect her like this?” he chided, but his words were laced with something else, something sharp.

“a private room might change your mind, perhaps? you’ve barely looked at anyone here or even touched your drink. i suggest you change your act after this is over.”

you felt bad for the fellow, you really did, but when Endeavor, Enji, he told you to call him, pulled out a stack so large you didn’t even know if you could fit your hand around it, you accepted immediately. you were going to make sure he had the time of his life one way or another.

you placed your hand gently on his shoulder and he jumped, his skin crawling underneath your touch. you didn’t let it phase you though as you guided him towards the private room, your hand coming to clasp around his, twirling yourself as you giggled. he looked like he was going to be sick, face clammy and eyes darting everywhere but your body.

when you had finally sat him down in the cushy couch, he burst.

“i’m so sorry miss, i’m trying really hard to be respectful and not look at you. i’m not interested in this at all, so if you could please just let me go, i’d really appreciate it.”

you blinked at him, cocking your head before howling, hands clutching at your stomach as you listened to him continue to babble.

“are you not into women? it’s okay if you’re not, i’m happy to sit here but your friend paid a great amount of money for you to be in here and if i want to keep getting that money i have to at least do my job and make you stay the full hour.”

“oh no no that’s not it at all. in fact, i find you very attractive. i just, i don’t like these sorts of establishments. not that they’re bad in any way, oh no, your profession is quite admirable, it’s just that i prefer to have a connection before engaging in anything flirtatious and physical. though i have been told that it is easy for me to make friends and i guess that’s true, so maybe we will be friends by the end of this and it won’t be a total waste, but it’s…”

you cut him off with your hand, flabbergasted at his ramblings.

“i’m happy to just talk and i’m happy to make friends. so tell me about yourself then.”

you sat down opposite him, sinking into the soft plush as you listened to him ramble about his life: where he went to school, when he met Shouto Todoroki, how he became a pro hero, how he landed the job at Endeavor’s agency and how he had ended up across from you in the burgundy room. you listened with rapt attention, nodding sympathetically when he expressed struggles, giving little whoops and cheers when he explained his victories and just generally murmuring along to his story.

when the time was up, you stood up and walked over to him.

“is it okay if i sit down?” you questioned, motioning to his lap.

he looked you up and down as if you had three heads but leaned back, palms placed firmly on the plush seating. you giggled at his actions but proceeded nonetheless, popping buttons open on his shirt, rustling up his clothes and placing a big kiss on his cheek for good measure.

“don’t want your boss thinking you chickened out on him,” you teased. “it was great meeting you Inasa. it’s not every day i get a gentleman as kind as you coming in. i do hope i get to see you again, if only to listen to more of your stories. take care of yourself and stay safe.”

you stood up and opened the door, motioning for him to step out and walk down the hall back to his booth. he watched you for a moment, enraptured by your actions, before he quickly turned around and practically sprinted down the hall. you heard the whoops and hollers of the men as he returned back to his seat and you smiled, satisfied with the heavy weight of cash in your hand.

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the next night of working started out the same. a few sets with some decent tips, but you had little luck when it had come to private dances and you greatly missed the generous tips from the booth the night before. just when you had thought luck ran out for you though, a familiar buzzed head darted nervously around, seemingly looking for someone.

“are you lost handsome? never thought i’d see you here again, let alone so soon.”

relief flooded his eyes and before you got a chance to tease him for it, he had pulled out a stack of money equally as large as the night before.

“you know you don’t have to pay me that much for an hour.”

“will this cover the rest of the night?”

you didn’t even have to look at the stack to know it would cover a whole week's worth of private dances if he wanted. wordlessly, you took the money from him and led him to your private room. this time you brought in snacks and drinks, choosing to sit on the lavish carpet instead, cocooning yourself with pillows.

“so what do you want to talk about this time?” you asked, spurring him on to talk about his latest adventures.

things took a turn for the worst when, an hour in, he became visibly upset.

“i feel like this is wrong,” he confessed, eyes darting to scantily clad figure, teeth clenching as he attempted to calm himself.

“this is my work. i don’t feel degraded, i feel empowered. people are paying me for my services, whether they be innocent or not. i choose what i get to do with my body and how. nobody else can control me. i’m happy to be anything to anyone and i must confess that talking to you has been the highlight of both nights. it’s a gentle reprieve from everything else but at the end of the day this is a job and i don’t feel demeaned by it, so please don’t treat me like i’m some abused puppy.”

after that argument, his body visibly relaxed. it didn’t really matter exactly what made him relax but it did lead to a much more enjoyable night. when everything was over, you left him with a kiss, pinching his cheeks with your hand as you led him out for the second night in a row.

you had a day off, choosing to enjoy your excess money by splurging on some new items you wanted but when you came in the next day, he was there waiting, a wad of cash in one hand and a bag of something in the other.

“a private room for the whole night?” you questioned, not waiting for his response as you took the cash out of his hand and grabbed his tie, leading him to your room once more.

when he sat down across from you, he pulled out his own snacks and drinks, claiming he needed to pay you back for the night before. you shrugged your shoulders as you dug in, chatting the night away, laughing and enjoying yourself much more than you should for him just being a client.

“Inasa, while i don’t mind you spending exorbitant amounts of money on me every night, i’ve got to ask, why are you here? why do you come just to chat all night? do you not have friends or family?”

his eyebrows furrowed, mouth forming a harsh line before he stated, “i do but nobody treats me the way you do. nobody treats me like i’m, well, nobody. i don’t claim to be the number one pro hero, but i am fairly popular, and the fact that you sit across from me chatting and listening to my stories like i’m an old friend and not some big shot with money makes me feel different.”

you pondered the thought for a moment, not realizing how taxing it could be to have so many eyes on you all at once. while you felt sympathetic, you still didn’t understand why he paid you so much for just one night. was he afraid you wouldn’t accept the normal rate? was he trying to remain professional despite the lines already being blurred?

“listen, Inasa, while I don’t mind you doing this, we can be friends outside of work. you don’t have to pay me for just talking, at least while i’m not here. this is my job and i’d like it to remain somewhat professional. i won’t be leaving for any person, any relationship, any amount of money, because i find dignity and excitement in doing so. if that’s something that doesn’t bother you, then let’s finish the night off and if you’d like to see me, we can go get coffee or something, yeah? the most i’ll let you pay is for the drinks themselves.”

he nodded his head firmly, agreeing to see you for coffee, but something seemed off still. you tried to keep the conversation going, throwing candy at his face and cracking jokes but he remained somewhat stoic still.

“alright buttercup, what’s wrong?” you questioned, frowning when he looked up at you.

“you find dignity in this job, it doesn’t bother you to be sexual with someone in any manner for a certain price, and you don’t look down on anyone who engages with you sexually?”

you nodded your head at his questions, looking at him quizzically as he processed the information.

“would you look down on me if i asked you for something like that?”

ah, so that was the big question. it would take a fool for someone to not realize how he had looked at you, how his gazes got more bold and as he shifted, holding a pillow in his lap as you laid lavishly across the fluffy carpet. you felt stupid for not realizing sooner that that was what he wanted, but with a satisfied smile, you shook your head no.

“it’s my job and you are my client. you have paid me well, way more than i would ask for anything like this. i don’t see it as weird or uncomfortable. we do have some ground rules to lay if you’re interested though.”

you spent the next few minutes explaining safe sex, STDs, condoms, rules and boundaries for the scene and safe words in case anything got out of hand. he sat listening with rapt attention, soaking in every word you said and engaging in the conversation maturely and respectfully. when everything was said and done, you pulled out your contract, having him sign, agreeing with all that you had said.

“i don’t know if i can do this. i feel like this is wrong. not because you do but because i like you and i know this is just a job for you and wow i shouldn’t have done this.”

“relax Inasa, i’ll take care of you. and if it gets too much, don’t forget to use your safeword.”

he clenched the seat next to him as you straddled his lap, taking his face into your hands as you etched all the little scars littering the skin.

“it’s not every day i get to fuck a handsome guy like yourself,” you cooed. “is it okay if i kiss you? i don’t usually do that with clients but i think you’re an exception to the rule.”

he responded by surging forward, all inhibitions lost as his lips smashed into yours, hands reaching to pull you impossibly close to him. you squealed into the kiss but relished in the way he felt, the way his large body engulfed all your senses. you were definitely screwed, not only literally but mentally as well. you knew damn well that this was more than a client interaction and would lead to something potentially messy but right now you didn’t seem to care as you felt his hands grasp at your ass, squeezing and eliciting yet another moan from you. this time, he took advantage, his tongue delving into your mouth, exploring every inch of you.

“i need you Inasa,” you moaned, partially because it was true but also to spur him on, to continue to make him feel confident and satisfied.

“let me take care of you first,” he tried to insist, eyes blown wide at your lewd words, but you had other plans.

you shimmied out of your panties, sequins glittering in the dim red light, tossing them to the other side of the room before motioning for him to stand up, asking permission to take off his pants. when he nodded his head, you chided him, reminding him to use his words. all it took was a squeak of a “yes” for you to slowly pull his pants and boxers down, mouth absolutely drooling at the sight of his cock. he wasn’t the longest you had by any means but he was so incredibly thick you weren’t even sure if he could fit inside, but all you knew was that you wanted to be stuffed full.

you pushed him back onto the couch, dropping to your knees as you settled yourself between his thighs, kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin. before you even had a chance to ask him if you could touch him, he was already begging, hand gently placed on your head as he struggled to remain calm.

you spent a few moments just admiring the way he breathed, how he moved, what got him twitching, before you began. a soft lick was placed on the underside of his shaft and he jumped, startled yet aroused at the soft feeling of your tongue on his dick. you licked once more, enjoying the way he reacted, before you took him fully into your mouth. he felt warm and heavy on your tongue and you did your best to take him all in, using your hand to pump the rest of him.

a languid pace was set, you appreciating the way he reacted to your touch but it wasn’t long before he was begging for more, his release being teased. you complied, wanting nothing more than to keep the customer happy, or so you told yourself. in reality, you were enjoying this much more than you could possibly explain.

it took only a few more minutes before he was bucking his hips into your mouth, spurting hot liquid down your throat. you swallowed every drop, sticking your tongue out to show him what you had done. he spent the next five minutes apologizing for not asking permission before doing that but you had shut him up by straddling his lap, your pussy grazing over his already hard again cock.

“want you s’bad Inasa. won’t you fuck me please?”

he sputtered and stammered, not believing this was happening but complying all the same. he quickly grabbed the condom and rolled it down on his shaft, careful not to rip anything. he slowly lifted you up before placing you down on his cock, enjoying the feeling of you sucking him in immediately.

it took an agonizing three minutes before he bottomed out. he had stretched you completely, filling you to the brim with his cock. you felt like you were going to burst at the seams with how full you were but it also felt so incredibly good.

“please move, wanna feel you inside of me,” you begged, throwing your head back and bouncing on your knees.

he complied once again without question, thrusting his hips up to meet your pace, setting a fast yet gentle tone to the scene. you gripped his shoulders with all your strength, attempting to steady yourself against his speed. moans and whines left your mouth at an obscene rate, your brain being fucked out of your body as he continued to stuff you over and over again.

when he realized he was close yet again, he licked his thumb before placing it experimentally against your clit. you bucked immediately into his touch, keening at the overwhelming sensation. setting a rate that matched his thrusts, he circled around the bud, applying just the right pressure to have tears leaking out of your eyes, feeling so overwhelmed by sensation of him and him alone.

“please, i want to cum, please,” you begged, this time putty in his hands as he continued to fuck you senseless.

“cum for me, please, i want to see it, want to see your pretty face as i make you cum.”

all it took was some added speed and pressure and a gentle grab to your chin with his other hand to have you come undone, eyes screwing shut as an intense wave of pleasure rushed over your body. he sputtered and thrusted a few more times before coming in the condom, his body instantly relaxing.

he spent the next few minutes bringing you down from your high, rubbing soothing circles on your back, having you drink some water and cleaning you from your own juices which were dribbling down your thighs. when he was finished, he pulled back on your underwear, careful of your now sore and throbbing cunt.

sitting down on the couch, you spread out, completely spent from just one fuck. never in your life had you had dick that good, the sheer care and intensity at which he screwed you sending you reeling as you tried to wrap your head around what had just happened.

looking at the clock, you realized his time was up. despite not wanting to see him go, you had to admit to yourself that you had a fun time and that this was something outside of a workplace situation.

“i-uh, your time is up now Inasa. i hope you had fun and had a satisfactory experience.”

“i did, a lot.”

“i hope to see you again soon,” you finally admitted, bringing your eyes up to stare at him, at his truly disheveled yet satisfied state. you didn’t want to get your hopes up, knowing that he paid for this and it was strictly professional, but when he uttered a question, you smiled, hoping that this would turn out to be an interesting time.

“so, uh, coffee soon?”

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