#wanted to pick up some of my summer clothes from home and ended up bringing a lot of my mothers old summer dresses

[aquacitys]

i love that my mom kept all of the clothes from her 20s onwards and i love that they fit me too… i can just go shopping for vintage stuff in her closet

[evieelyzabethh]

Warmer than a Comforter

pairing(s): Spike x fem!reader

summary: it wasn't unusual for Spike to 'break' into your apartment, but it was unusual for him to want to spend the night.

warnings: very long (4.4k words), spike being a simp, one bed trope, dry humping, thigh fucking, masturbation, some fingering, slight praise, Spike being Spike, a smidge of possessiveness, and thats about it

It was no secret to anyone your favorite time of day was long after the sun went down. A full-time college student who worked a part time job on top of that was no easy feat. Your time during the day was never your time, it was your shitty professors time who assigned reading after reading that needed to be read for the never-ending stream of papers and theses, it belonged to your shitty boss who piled on tons of paperwork and demanded you be at his beck and call even after you clocked out. As much as you loved them, your time off belonged to your friends; patrolling, looking through dusty-old books, trying not to die every time you stepped out of your apartment.

When you got home (if there was no patrolling to be done), it was your time and while you were tired, you made time for your nightly routine. You'd slip off your shoes and walk in the dark to make it to your room to turn on your lamp, because you'd be damned if you were turning on one of the big lights this late.

You would usually strip down and dig a pair of pajamas out of your drawers before taking a scalding shower. You'd brush your teeth and wash your face, maybe if you had the energy, you'd do a face mask and paint your nails. You'd turn on your stereo or switch on your TV to fall asleep to the fuzzy sound and soft light. This, of course, is what you'd be doing right now had you not walked into your house with company.

You could see him lounging on your bed, the darkness of his attire somehow darker than your unlit room. His duster slung on the back of your desk chair, only clothed in some tight navy shirt and jeans.

"What are you doing here, Spike?" You crossed your arms over your chest, annoyed when you realized he had his dirty ass boots on your bed.

"M' paying my favorite Scooby a visit." You walked over to turn on your lamp, giving you enough light to see how smug he was. His arms sat behind his head, his eyes glittering with amusement. He was doing this to annoy you. He did most things just to annoy you.

"Pay another Scooby a visit." You were dead tired, practically forcing your eyes open. You had just gotten back from work, your bag still in your hand which you used to knock his legs off your bed. He could've been stubborn, but he let you.

You stripped off your hoodie, flashing him your stomach as your undershirt rose with the movement. He whistled, "Scandalous."

"Get out of my apartment." You tossed your hoodie at him while rolling your eyes. He caught it midair, bringing it to his nose to sniff it.

"Smells different. You using a different bodywash?" You hummed as you walked around your room to find something suitable to wear to bed. It was dreadfully hot out, even worse than what you'd expect from a California summer. You had at least 3 fans going anytime you were here, especially since your landlord could never seem to find a permanent solution to the junky A.C unit.

"Midnight Rose. Real fancy stuff." You hadn't even noticed a difference, but of course Spike would. Vampire senses had a way of being intrusive in a way that was only helpful when it came to your cycle and saving you bed sheets.

"I like the other one better: the cocoa butter one. It was fainter. You smelt more like you." You scoffed.

"Duly noted." Your hands roamed over the old t-shirts from high school and camisole tops so old the straps had snapped on a couple of them.

Spike sat up on your bed, untying the laces on his shoes haphazardly before setting them by your bedroom door. He roamed around like you had been, picking up bottles of nail polish and flipping through one of the books on your shelf.

"You could spare me a bit of your attention, love. I mean I did go through the trouble of-"

"Breaking into my apartment?" You interrupted.

"On second thought, it was a bit easy. I pushed it a bit and the window came right out. Are you leaving it open for somebody?" His tone was supposed to sound much more teasing than it did. There was a pang in his chest, probably of jealousy. Much to his chagrin, he was jealous a lot these days and he couldn't quite tell if his frequent visits were enabling that or the very cause of it. Either way, it was hard not to just crawl through your window anytime he pleased.

You acted like you were annoyed and if he had a dollar for every time you threatened to call Buffy on him, he wouldn't need to dumpster dive for furniture. If he had another dollar for every time, you never followed through, he'd be even richer. You said it's because you could handle yourself without her help, but, admittedly, you didn't hate his company that much.

As far as house guests go, it could be worse. It's not like he eats all your food, talks your ears off, or is unfunny. He was just there. A pain in your ass sometimes, like when he insists on being half a step behind you during patrols and never fails to tell you how great your ass looks from behind. Never a malevolent presence, just annoyingly noticeable.

His boots were clunky, and he smelled of faint cigarettes and alcohol. He also hated silence. He was fidgety and anxious, even if his intentions were stealth, he couldn't help but break the tension and open his mouth. At times against his will, he just wanted to be noticed that bad. He just needed to be around you that bad.

"I keep telling the landlord to fix it, but he insists it's just fine. 'Nothin' some glue won't fix'." But you had tried gluing it. Had it not been for the clear shit jammed in the lock, the window would've just come right open with the flick of a finger.

"I could fix it for you." He went ignored while you had made your way to your bathroom, taking your hair down from the claw clip it had been stuck in for the past few hours. A slight moan of relief slipped through your lips as your fingers carded through it to massage your scalp.

"You know how to fix windows?"

"Well...no. But it can't be that hard. I've been around a few hundred years, surely I can figure out how to fix a bloody window." What he meant to say (if he had the balls) was that he would be more than happy to learn how to fix a window for you. It would give him an excuse to hang around, it would keep him in your good graces for a solid month, and he wouldn't have to break an entering anymore. Granted, his preferred place of entry had long been broken and he could always come through the front door, but it was a matter of principle.

You looked him up and down, trying to decipher if this was a set up for a joke or if he was actually serious, but he kept his head down. He hadn't been able to blush since he was a human, but the habit had a way of rearing its head for you.

He was so pretty too. With his high cheekbones and the way the warm light made his complexion look less ghastly. As ironic and cliche as it would be to say, he looked slightly angelic. Like one who fell from Heaven and donned the dark and mysterious charade to make it hurt less. He would burn away under a cross just to make it back to Heaven. Nearly break his spine falling out of windows and bleed out taking stabs if it meant he was closer to your doors. If there was one thing Spike did well, it was devotion.

"You wouldn't even know where to start. I'll just call Xander or something."

"What're you gonna do that for!"

"Because, Spike," you laughed incredulously, confused as to if this was going to become an argument or form a chip on his shoulder. "If I want something fixed, I'm going to call someone who does it for a living."

"But would Xander do it for free?"

"Would you?"

"I wouldn't charge anything of monetary value." You snorted, not surprised at all with his answer.

"You are such a whore, you know that?"

"What can I say, baby?" He leaned against the door frame of your bathroom, where you stood staring at your reflection in the mirror. He was happy that his nonexistent reflection could betray him. He was grateful to be a part of this routine - your routine- in a way that didn't disrupt your peace. It was soft. Almost domestic.

You were so meticulous about the way you scrubbed your face and brushed your teeth. He liked how when you took off your makeup the glitter remained. You sparkled at the right angles, really fucking sparkled. Of course, he was going to sit and stare at you; mascara still not completely wiped away, hair tied back with a fuzzy headband, lips agitated from being bit throughout the day. It was poetic. Second nature to him. He didn't need to breath, but it came to him then, overwhelming and filling his lungs like water until he was full as he stared at you in the mirror with not even his own reflection to judge him.

"I'm gonna hop in the shower."

"How rude, without me?" Damn, he sounded like a bloody idiot. You only looked him up and down, trying to appear deeply disgusted but stopped just shy of mildly annoyed.

"Get out of my apartment before I stake you." You slammed the bathroom door in his face, hiding your blush behind the wood.

"That's not a no." His voice is muffled behind the door, and as much as you'd like to believe he didn't hear it, you did laugh.

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Spike had to have been a cat in a previous life, is what you decided when you found him still on your bed, nose in some magazine he found pretending to care about the newest Natasha Denona palette.

"That crypt must be uncomfortable as hell for you to still be here." You skated around your room to sink beside him. He reaches across his side to pull out a bottle of water and hands it to you.

"Your showers are hot as hell; I'm surprised you didn't pass out in there." He flips through the pages nonchalantly, pretending not to be incredibly fixated at the water dripping from the nape of your neck and disappearing into your shirt.

"You would've loved that, wouldn't you? Getting to play 'knight and shining armor' while I'm conveniently naked." The sound waxy pages being torn was a surprise. So much of you and his banter was contingent on the assumption that neither of you meant anything serious so nothing would become anything.

Spike, who spent most of his mortal adult life swallowing his feelings until his stomach became an endless chasm where his feelings went to fester rather than die, was more than okay with this unspoken arrangement. Sarcasm was a second language to you. You were used to your words not mattering, especially since in your group of friends, your existence seemed to matter far less than everyone else's. You wondered if that was why you and Spike got along so well.

He just got you. Maybe a side effect of him being around you whenever he could. He just got you. In a stupid way. In an annoying way. The kind of way that made you worried that reading minds was also one of his vampiric powers. He wormed his stupid way into your brain, slithering around in his own sort of Spike way til you didn't know where his influence began.

He did sort of have this hypnotic way of speech. Maybe because he was a poet. Poets have to have some sort of hypnotic power, right? Surely, there was some connection between rhythms and brain waves that made the effect of Spike's voice so persuasive. Maybe it's not the rhythm and it's just the honesty. Ironic, since the basis of your "relationship" was built on never assuming that the other meant what they said, but who cares. It gave you guys flavor. Something to keep things interesting.

"I'll have you know; I am a very old-fashioned guy with manners." You snorted as his response. He talked about his "old-fashioned" ways a lot. Maybe to convince you that he was a gentleman. Gentleman your ass, you'd seen what he kept in his crypt.

"My deepest apologies for assuming that a guy that used railroad spikes as a murder weapon of choice wouldn't be above jumping at the opportunity to see me naked."

"Am I that transparent?"

"When it comes to mirrors, yeah." His scoff was lost in the sound of a car horn going off across the street. Damn, you needed a new place. He had complained to you about the noise before. If you didn't leave near a busy street, he would try his luck spending the night far more than he already did. Each blare deepened the scowl on his face as he flinched at the sound, even louder from where he sat in front of it.

"Those death buggies have to be the worst thing to come out of the 20th century. So obnoxious, and for what?"

"I imagine they are more convenient than horse drawn carriages."

"Yeah, more convenient and not even half the charm." He turned his head to gaze out the window. "It's not even a nice car! I'd rather ride around in the fucking Angel Mobile than drive around in that thing."

"You are so dramatic. Usually I just," you swing your leg over his waist, straddling and reaching over to close the window. He swallowed hard at the feeling of your chest pressing against the magazine, the only boundary between him and you, and the nonchalance of the action. "Shut the window." You felt him tense beneath you, his right hand awkwardly meeting your hip, blue eyes staring up at you through dark eyelashes. "Then again, I'm not a pansy who needs complete silence to sleep."

He cleared his throat before he spoke. "I sleep in a cemetery, love, ain't much noise around those parts." His eyes wandered everywhere they could but the worst part about beautiful people is that there is no unsightly place to avert your gaze. He couldn't stare at your gorgeous eyes, or your stunning nose, or your lips to distract himself from the steadily growing boner that you were sitting right on top of. You were no better than he was.

Within the context of the unspoken agreement, this meant absolutely nothing. The boner was just a normal reaction, that didn't have to mean anything. The way he was looking at you was a bit hard to ignore, but that was the way he always looked at you. He was a lot closer right now, sure, but that stupid lovesick look that you have spent years trying to ignore, totally just a joke. Not real at all. A trick of the light, in fact. The hard-on was very real though.

After sitting there for a few seconds too long, you shift your weight to move back to your side of the bed, but his hands keep you in your place. " 'm cold", he mutters, his thumb rubbing circles between where your shorts meet your bare skin.

"Yeah?" You feel him pressing up against your core. "I didn't think you could get cold."

" Me either but-", you lowered yourself completely on his clothed dick and the groan he let out was salacious. "Here we are." The frigid way he moved made his lie believable. Incredibly cautious, hesitant. No idea what to do with himself. He ran his hands along your thighs, up and down your side, one cold hand sliding underneath your shirt, rubbing the hem of it between his pointer finger and his thumb.

You leaned forward, warm breath fanning against his nose. It smelled like mint. You smelled like some sort of cocoa butter. Smooth and soft on top of him and he didn't know if you were going to roll right off or melt into his skin. Your hands come to the sides of his face, and you stare intently at him. He felt like he was under a microscope with the way you looked at him like you were committing each detail of him to memory so that even when you closed his eyes, it was still him burning in the forefront of your mind.

"You gonna kiss me?" You whispered, pressing yourself further into him. He let out a breathy laugh.

"What, a guy's always gotta make the first move?" With that, you leaned down to give him what was meant to be a quick peck. A tester. A tease. But when you give Spike an inch, he takes a mile, and he took the opportunity to devour you. Mouth open, sloppy, wet kisses while his hands worked as eagerly as his tongue did. You were a calming presence, slow and sane as you grabbed fistfuls of his shirt to try and ground the both of you.

Breathing through your nose, you inhaled him. The faint smell of smoke, the fresh smell of whatever he washed the gel from his hair with, the distinctly Spike musk. Your thighs wrapped him more closely, subtly grinding into his lap, ignoring the slight burn on your knees from the friction between them and your sheets. His large hands covered swathes of skin, cooling you where you grew too hot from his touch. When he had his fill, he broke away from you, still nose to nose, a string of saliva still between the two of you.

"Do you wanna spend the night?" Your voice was somehow meek as if there was any way in hell he would say no to you. He breathed out, turning his head into the crook of your neck, leaving searing kisses on your silky skin, worshipping at his altar, and thanking who or whatever got him here tonight. He kisses you from your neck, along your jawline, to the corner of your lips.

"Yes", he whispers against your skin. He bucks his hips into you, the imprint of his cock and the rough material of his jeans kissing your pussy through the thin layers of material. You nearly choke on his tongue at the feeling. Fuck.

Your eyes are closed, hips moving furiously against his, too blissed out to even care about the steadily growing wet patch in your underwear. You're lost in kisses, kisses that overwhelm and confuse and steal your breath until you wonder how much you need to breathe anyway. Along with not needing to breathe, you learned they must have incredible resolve. He chases you. Not like how a wolf chases a lamb but how the sun chases the moon.

He pulls and you push for breath, some sort of reprieve, some time for your mind to catch up with your body because right now everything but the way the seams of his jeans catch your clit is one of the only things on your mind. He pulls you, still, his hands squeezing at your waist, moving up to cup your breasts, thumbing at your nipples, and flicking the already hard peaks. And you push, still, not in protest but in harmony. Your hips pressing down, his jerking up. Your hands tugging his hair, his squeezing your waist. It was good. It was so good.

"What is the point", he starts breathlessly, "of these damn shorts if they're so thin. You're leaking right through, love." He smiles against you, sharp teeth grazing against your cheek as he smirks.

"Take 'em off me then." For once in his life, he takes his time. The desperation of his prior movements forgotten as he looks at you as he trails a finger from your chest down between the valley of your breasts, to your navel. He draws invisible shapes along your stomach, diamonds, hearts, and letters spelling m-i-n-e. And he stalls there. Looking from beneath you, smug as you ground yourself onto his dick in an attempt to move him along.

He was amused. Fascinated. You in your own world, mewling, moaning, putting on a show just for him. Choosing to ignore how sticky your panties had gotten, how much they stuck to your cunt as you wiggled your hips as if you could get any closer. Your tits moving with you, the way your mouth was slightly agape, the way you keened when you rubbed against him just right. It was no motivation for him to move his hands at all, not when it was much more rewarding to angle his hips up and make you see stars. "You gonna cum like this?" He crooned, full of fake sympathy.

"You're really gonna make me get myself off." You rolled your eyes, maybe out of pleasure, maybe out of faux annoyance. Either way, his hand slithered to the waistband of your shorts and dipped even deeper. He left feather-light touches on your clit which sent jolts of electricity up your spine. Overcome with the tightening feeling in your belly, your hands grabbed at his shoulders as your hips worked and worked you snapped. Impossibly wet and dazed, you rocked into him until the high had passed and the stars had left from behind your eyelids leaving only Spike.

His fingers still, in your panties, he moves to slide them and your shorts off your body. You hover slightly, still too sensitive to rub your bare pussy against him. You fidget with the button of his jeans and zipper, Spike's hands coming to cover yours to ease the shakiness. Maybe to give the appearance that he was much calmer than he was. He was painfully hard, and you felt it when you palmed him through his boxers after getting his pants down enough. Where his tip sat was a wet spot. You smirked.

"Did I get your dick that wet?" A shiver went down his spine. The heat from your palm was felt through his boxers. Your hand was barely big enough to cover it. Before either of you was prepared for it, he flipped you on your back. His hands sat on either side of your head while yours removed him from his boxers. He was so big.

You tore your gaze away from his cock to meet his gaze. He still looked at you the same. Pupils widened from lust, cheeks with a slightly pink tinge, lips puffy, eyes looking down at you with the same look they always had. It's then he leans down to kiss you for the millionth time. No urgency, less messy, a kiss like he was trying to wake you from a thousand-year slumber.

Your hand still on his cock, you pumped it a few times, swiping your thumb against his tip to lubricate his dick. He groaned into your mouth, humming in pleasure. You try to line him up to sink in your hole, but he slaps you on the wrist. "Don't want your cunt tonight," he mumbled in between kisses, "Jus' let me feel you."

He pumped his cock a few times before slotting it in between the meat of your thighs. The veins and ridges of his dick would occasionally slide between your folds, but that wasn't the focus. No matter how much you wiggled for him to plant his cock so far deep it kissed your cervix, you were ignored as he squeezed your thighs together, panting as he fucked them.

The juxtaposition made your head dizzy. The softness with which he kissed you and the fervor of his dick between your thighs, them getting wetter with the accumulation of precum leaking from his dick. It only forced him to press harder, leaving handprints from how hard he gripped. "Such a pretty thing, aren't you." He sighed out, his pace still even but his breaths far from it. "Go ahead and touch that pretty cunt f' me."

As much as your brain wasn't working, it wasn't needed to do what you were told. Bleary-headed, your hand traveled from the outside of your leg to between your folds. Still wet from your previous orgasm, it didn't take much to just slip a couple fingers in, moaning as you did. One hand toyed with your tit as the other toyed with your clit, your hips wanting to buck into your hand had it not been for Spike's palm on your stomach.

Had he had the composure, he would have made some sarcastic comment. Slow down, love, what's the rush, is what he would've said had his thrusts not been as sloppy as they were. He pulled away from your lips to see the mess he was making. White beads pooled on the skin of your stomach, dripping down your thighs like liquid pearls. And you. Low warm light bouncing off your skin, lip tucked in your teeth, staring right up at him. It took all of him not to cum at the sight.

Not before you did, he decided, which by the way your moans pitched up wasn't that far away. Each "accidental" slide into you was met with a jerk of your hips. "Stop it", you squealed, the bucking of your hips screaming otherwise.

"Feels too good, doesn't it." Then he did it again. His large hand drifts around before grabbing your abandoned tit, groping it until you hit your limit again. Your chest heaved unevenly as you tried to catch your breath as Spike's hips sped up, stuttered, then stopped as his cum splashed on your stomach and breasts.

Spent and not knowing what to do, he kisses you again. He smiles into it, and to his surprise, you do too. Like it was the only thing that made sense to do. The fuzz gradually fades from your mind, the noise from the multiple fans running and the faint humming of electricity apparent again. There's a breeze coming in from your window and you giggle.

"Are you still cold?"

[astralis-ortus]

care for you

✱ boyfriend!bc x gn!reader

— to keep you safe is my priority.

w.count → 1.1k genre → fluff warning → reader addressed as baby and love♡ a.n → based on this request! this was really sweet, even writing this made me feel safe and warmㅠ♡ ⋆ see masterlist

originally, your plan was to have a short date night with your boyfriend. just some dinner somewhere near his studio, maybe take short walk after, and he’ll wait with you until your usual bus—after skipping at least one or two—arrives and take you away from his grasp. that’s all, nothing much, just to recharge your love batteries until the next time you could see each other again.

that was your plan—but it seems like seoul’s early summer weather has its own plan against you.

dinner was great. you and chan decided to try out the new sushi place located somewhere in between his apartment and studio instead. his teammates have all gone, and you’re pretty sure the only reason why he hasn’t been there was to keep it as an option for your date nights. you appreciate the effort, of course; you could kind of imagine the teasing your boyfriend had to sit through when he decided to pass on their little team dinner—all the ‘ew you’re so lovesick’ and ‘wow so now we’re no longer your priority?’ kind of joke, so you made sure dinner was as fun as it could be.

it was during your walk, however, when things started to go south.

with your hand in his warm ones, you arrived at one of the smaller parks near chan’s apartment. the weather was nice, albeit admittedly rather chilly for a summer night. you didn’t pay much attention to it though—afterall, the weather forecast said that the day will end without any rain at sight, and more often than not, the weather forecast is rather accurate.

well, apparently that wasn’t the case today.

not even 5 minutes since you stepped within the park’s perimeters, the wind started to pick up its strength and blew everything within its vicinity. the drops of water then started shortly after, and what felt like nature’s warning soon developed into a full-blown thunderstorm. bringing you home was nothing short of chan’s instinct to keep you safe.

as soon as you arrived at chan’s shared apartment with 3 of his teammates—which fortunately was still out doing their own schedules and plans, chan immediately ushered you inside his bathroom for a warm shower while he put your (and his) drenched clothes in the washer, pulling out one of his hoodie and sweats for you to change into before taking his turn while you dry your now chan-scented hair.

you weren’t planning on staying the night—you’ve never stayed the night whenever you visited chan’s apartment, and neither did chan when he visited yours. it’s not that you didn’t want to—but for chan’s sake, you two decided it’s better not to. when the thunderstorms weren’t dying down as hours passed by, however, chan couldn’t in his right mind allow to you to even think about stepping out of his clothes.

so here you are, laying wide awake at 1 in the morning on chan’s bed, enveloped in chan’s scent, trying to think more about the fact that you’ll be spending your first ever night over at chan’s place rather than the roaring thunder outside the window.

chan, however, was nowhere near you.

after tucking you to bed around an hour ago, right around the time where his 3 teammates arrived home with his laptop on hand—all more surprised about the fact that chan left his laptop in his studio than how you’re all cozied up in their shared space, chan simply wished you a good night before he slipped outside, walking right into whatever hushed commotion between the 4 young men. you really wished he hadn’t, though.

a sudden loud thunder caught you off guard, allowing a rather loud yelp to slip past your lips before you could even stop yourself. it didn’t even take a second before you heard a crack from the direction of the door, soon followed by a dip on the mattress on your right as a hand gently patted your shoulder.

“i’m here, baby—are you okay?” chan’s voice were soft, trying his best not to sound too worried as you peeked from under his beige duvet, eyes glossy with a little pout. the weak shake of your head made him feel a little guilty—chan was just trying to make you feel comfortable since it’s your first time staying at his place, and he didn’t want to push you too far by sleeping right next to you.

maybe that wasn’t the right decision after all.

“i don’t like thunderstorms,” you quietly admitted, a little embarrassed about the fact. thunderstorms always scare you, but you never really found the need to tell anyone since you usually would just pop a melatonin gummy should these sorts of nights come around and sleep before the thunders rage. tonight, however, was something you never thought would ever happen to you—at least not any time soon.

“can you accompany me tonight?” your question came out more of a whisper—but for chan, it sounded a thousand times louder than any of the thunders he had heard tonight.

“of course, baby,” his lips formed into a smile as chan brought his lips on to your forehead, “give me 5 minutes, yeah? i’ll clean up my set up and join you in bed.”

as soon as you confirmed with a nod, chan was out the door, hurriedly packing up his emergency set up—much to han and changbin’s confusion, but he got no time to entertain the younger two’s questions. he was as speedy as he could be, and in less than 2 minutes, he’s already all cozied up under the duvet next to you, engulfing you in his warmth.

“all better, love?” he hummed, fingers tracing patterns on your back over your—his, hoodie. “i’m sorry, i thought you would be more comfortable if you slept alone. i had no idea you hated thunderstorms.”

“it’s okay, i didn’t think it would be this bad too,” you mumbled, burying your face into his clothed chest and contently sighed upon listening to his steady heartbeat—which unfortunately wasn’t much of a help when you flinched over another loud thunder.

chan, however, was quick to your rescue as he gently started humming to tenerife sea, drowning any remaining sounds outside while pulling you impossibly closer to him. as the song ends, he then swiftly started to another, slowly inviting sleep over your now heavy eyelids.

“thank you, channie. i love you,” you forced a mumble, allowing your legs to tangle with chan’s before you finally succumbed to sleep, all comfortable in your boyfriend’s embrace—and when chan was finally entirely sure your breathing had come into a steady exhale, only then his hums came to a halt, lips pressed onto your forehead as he drifted to sleep.

“sweet dreams, baby. i love you.”

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[xqueen-of-disasterx]

Lonely

Paring: Innocent!reader x dads!friend!Nat

Summery: You looked lonely Natasha could fix that

Warnings: SMUT, pervy Nat, innocent reader, (legal) age gap, masturbation, intersex nat, oral, fingering, p in v, slight degradation, pet names, anal play, manhandling, fluff at the end, implied aftercare,

Word count: 1.8k

!Disclaimer English is not my first language so please excuse any grammar or spelling errors. This story is completely fictional!

AN: @xxforeverinadayxx it’s a bit late but I hope you like it

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Natasha knew very well how morally wrong her behavior was but how could she help herself when you were this cute. She was aware of the fact that Steve had an adult daughter but until this burning summer in Italy she had yet to meet you. But time came and Natasha found herself living with the most beautiful girl alive. Natasha had tried to spend as much time as she could with you, trying to find out everything about you. She’d take you on cycling trips and read to you your favorite novel while laying in the grass. You had been enchanted by Natashas presence. She was kind and yet smart. She happened to like the same authors as you and treated you like an adult, and not like your father who always shielded you. You didn’t want to accept it but you quickly had a crush on the older woman. In your eyes she was just perfect.

Who could’ve known that all of that was just a facade Natasha had put on to hide her true perverted fantasies. She had wanted you from the moment you first stepped down the stairs only wearing a light summer dress who looked so beautiful on you. She couldn’t flirt with you like she would with any other girl. No. Natasha had to be smart about it. She couldn’t risk Steve picking up on her true intentions with you. Natasha also of course didn’t want to do anything to you that you didn’t want. She might have been a pervert but she wouldn’t step over that boundary. Natasha knew exactly what she was searching for when she forged through your drawer. Her long fingers delicately caressing over the light pink cotton fabric of your panties. Her breathing was heavy as she quickly stuffs the the piece of fabric into the back pocket of her suit pants.

She’d do it like she did many times before on her summer vacation at your fathers mansion. Natasha would take the piece of clothing to her room and deep in the night when everyone else would be asleep her hands would find their way into her boxers. Moving her hand up and down her shaft as she whimpers your name quietly wishing it would be your smaller hands instead. She would grunt and moan muffled by her pillowcase. She’d cum into your panties cleaning her seed from the deep red tip of her cock. The next day while you would be in the garden she would put it back neatly folded hoping you would notice the difference which was a false hope. You weren’t aware why your “fresh” underwear had crusty but you chose to ignore it.

She quickly fled the room through the connected bathroom as she quickly hides the panty in one of the drawers of her nightstand. She moved on her turning to her bed as she grabs some book and pretended to read as she hears your light knocking on her door. “Come in Bambi” you could her her mumble as you pushed the heavy wooden door open. Her nicknames never failing to make you want to melt. Your feet make their way across the floor before you take a seat on the side of Natashas bed. “What brings you here” her voice was husky coming out almost as a whisper. You had your eyes located on your lap as you could hear Natasha move behind you. “I felt lonely” You could hear her chuckle in response as she moves beside you. “Is Steve home” You shook your head “He said that he won’t be home till late at night today”

Natashas smirk was devilish as she knew now was the time she could finally shoot her shoot. “And he left you all alone with me?” You didn’t answer her. The question was more rhetorical than anything. “Tell me pretty girl” her hands moved to your chin making you meet her lustful gaze “Do you feel something 'down there' when I touch you” Your cheeks turned a light shade of red. You were too embarrassed to say it but she was right. You slowly nod and making Natasha the happiest woman alive. “What do you do then” “W-Well I-” Natasha cut you off “No Олененок I want you to show me. Show me what you do to make those feelings go away” Your movements were shaky as you laid your fragile body on her kingsized bed. Your hands had found their way towards the waistband of your shorts as you slowly dragged them down your feminine legs. You had revealed your undergarments, a white pair with flowers on them. Natasha smirked as she saw the pair. She was familiar with it once having right her under her hips as she wished she had you instead. However her time had come, she had finally had you all to herself. You disposed of your panty too as you left your dripping cunt on full display for Natasha who was sitting between your spread ankles. Her breathing got more rapid as she could feel herself het harder and harder. Your hands had found their way towards your clit rubbing the bundle of nerves in tight circles as you kept releasing moan after. Natasha looked at you with a pitiful expression it was clear that you didn’t really knew what you were doing. The older woman highly doubt that you’ve ever managed to made yourself cum judging by your inexperienced movements.

“Let me help you pretty girl” Natasha was fast to strip from her shirt throwing it somewhere behind herself as she moved between your legs. Your legs were thrown over her shoulder as she took a long lick from the bottom of your cunt right up to your clit. Your hands carefully grabbed Natashas hair not wanting to hurt her. Natasha kitten licking between your folds, the taste making her hum deeply. The vibrations making you release soft moans. You tried to buckle your hips making the release seem closer. Natasha responded in slamming her forearm down on your hips grounding your hips. You whimpered and Natasha just laughed “Have you ever tried to you know use your little fingers Зайка” she mumbled against your puffy cunt. Forming words seemed incredibly difficult even through Natasha hadn’t really done anything “N-Never” you managed to get out. Natasha gave you a fake look of pity between your legs “Let’s pop that cherry shall we?” It was again a rhetorical question, how could you ever say no to Natasha. “Will it hurt” I whimpered looking at Natasha through hooded eyes. “Зайка, I’m not gonna lie it will hurt a bit but you will feel so good” She rubbed my thighs trying comfort me into believing her and I did.

“Do it… but be gentle… please” the last part came out mote desperate than you had intended to. “I’ll try Зайка” she whispered against the soft flesh of My stomach kissing her way down again. She carefully inserted one of her long fingers making me groan in pain as she ripped my hymen even drawing a few drops of blood on the white sheets. Natasha groaned as she saw and felt it. She knew it was wrong being obsessed with taking her friends daughters virginity but she couldn’t help herself. “Fuck baby you’re so tight” he breathed out as she can feel your walls clenching around her finger as she pushed it in and out. The pain of her fingers soon turned into pure pleasure as you moaned like a whore in a brothel. She added a second finger on which you clench down even harder sucking her in. “Fuck you’re even tighter then you thought you little slut.” Her movements got faster and rougher having me moan louder as you climax all over Natashas fingers and hand. You eyes are glued shut as you try to calm yourself.

You can feel Natashas strong hands on your hips turning you onto your stomach. Your face is pressed into the pillows as she pushes your hips up your knees touching the soft fabric of the sheets. You can hear the sipper of her pants followed by the sounds of her undressing. Natasha was painfully hard, her large member standing proud as she places herself behind you. Her tip pressed against your clit as you whimpered for her. “Are you ready for the real deal Зайка” She didn’t give you much time to respond as she pushed inside your hole making you scream out only for it to be muffled by the pillow case. She bottomed you out giving you some time to adjust to her girth. She whispered sweet nothings against you back until you gave her the go to go further.

Her pace started out slow not wanting to make you uncomfortable as the wet sound of skin clapping against each other filled the room mixed with both your groans and moans. Natasha pace was steady as the moans you released got louder and louder. Natashas hands gripped the flesh of you ass kneeling it before she got an idea. She spread your cheeks giving her the perfect look at your muscle ring. She spit on it only making you consciously of her actions. “Natty what are yo-” you got interrupted by your own scream as Natashas finger pushed past the ring the spit and your cum making a perfect lube. You clammed down hard in Natashas shaft as you were unexpectedly an anal whore. Your moans turned into screams the mixture of both penetrations making you climax in recored time. “Fuck you dirty slut you can deem yourself lucky I haven’t made you my breeding bitch yet” she mumbled pulling out of both holes before roughly throwing you to your back again. After a few more pumps with her large hands she came all of your stomach before laying down next to you.

She didn’t need long to recover from her high as she pushed some sweaty strands of hair behind your ear smiling like she didn’t just turn you into her whore. “Are you still lonely” you shook your head being too tired to even speak. She finally kissed your lips before picking you up bridal style and caring you into your shared bathroom. “Let’s get you cleaned up in a nice and warm bath shall we baby” she was just the woman for you.

:)

[nipuni]

Hello! Time for another blog post! I think my last one was two months ago and a lot has happened since 😊

We have been attending a ton of historical recreation events so I still have many photos to share, hope you don't hate those! It's been really fun! We are exhausted and all out of social battery however so we are taking it easy this month. Another thing that's been happening a lot is that even when we are not dressed in historical clothing we keep getting stopped by strangers on the street because of our everyday outfits, it's been like that for a couple of years now so we are no longer startled or nervous about it but it's happening more and more often now and it's so nice! we always end up chatting about the events we go to and our jobs and hobbies and exchanging contacts or they ask for photos and stuff! people are really kind and excited about it and I still find it so surprising in the best way. We grew up in a very hostile city and environment and that makes you paranoid and cynical so these interactions and response has been healing really. I know their words will stick with us for years to come 😭 Sadly the unbearable heat is starting though so that means our outings for the next three months will be limited to the crack of dawn and after sunset 😞 but at least the summer brings a lot of fruit with it so we can sit at home and eat pineapples and strawberries while we wait for autumn.

My family came to visit a few months ago too and we made them watch most of Doctor Who's season one to four and some of our favourite episodes from all the other seasons lmao. And much to our delight they really enjoyed it!! They both loved Ten the most and my step dad is now in love with Martha 🥰

We have also been watching the current season and it's been so fun keeping up with fandom theories in real time and talking about it and speculating with friends in person, it's the first time we get a chance to do it since we got into the series and we are enjoying it a lot!

We also watched season one of Jessica Jones and we loved David's performance as Kilgrave!! He stole the show for real. Kilgrave is such an incredible villain, one of the best I've seen and DT does such an amazing job portraying every aspect of him. He's detestable and volatile and frighteningly powerful and has such an intimidating terrifying presence in the narrative while also being pathetic and vulnerable and ridiculous and childish and so human with all it's worrying implications. It was just so gripping and I wish he had stayed for the rest of the show honestly!! Now we have to pick our next David Tennant series to watch! 😊

Also!! Dragon Age is back!! AHHH I wanted to thank everyone that commented on my last DA pieces, it has made my month to read the comments, I didn't expect so many people to remember my art or my character after so many years and it's so touching and flattering you have no idea 😭💘 I look forward to making more and sharing them with you all, I'm truly grateful for the kindness you've shown me both back then and now I hope you know.

I feel so spoiled lately with all these franchises that I love releasing new content!! I've never been in these many fandoms at once!! I have so many ideas to draw and keep jumping back and forth between drawings from different shows and games AAAAA it's a good and welcome change honestly, keeps me busy and inspired!

Anyway that's all for now I think! I hope you are doing well and this summer/winter is kind to you all ❤️

[lamentationsofalonelypotato]

You Call It Madness But I Call It Love

Chapter 3: The Summer Has to End Someday

Pairing: Soldier Boy x f!reader, Reader POV

Summary: When the reader left Payback 40 years ago after a falling out with her childhood best friend she never looked back, but when two men show up to her apartment and start asking her questions about the past, the reader begins to think those things can’t stay hidden and starts to question what’s real and what’s fantasy.  This is a re-telling of The Boys Season 3, where the reader is a supe who's known Soldier Boy since 1927. The chapters will fluctuate between past and present. This is chapter three of my "You Call It Madness But I Call It Love" series. (I'm so bad at summaries please forgive me!)

Word Count: 2.9K

Warnings: References to sex, Cursing (once or twice), Drinking, Soldier Boy might be, is, really, absolutely, a little OOC,

Note: This is told from Reader's perspective. Any references to the reader is made using you or your. There is minimal use of y/n. I tried my best to proofread, but nobody's perfect.  Reader is occasionally described as "curvy." If you don’t like, don’t read, but if you do like, you’re my favorite!

Internal Monologue is in first person and is in italics

Masterlist

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

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Philadelphia 1935

"Sit still." You say, dipping your brush gently in the small pot of water at your knee, before stroking it through your paints and placing it against the pad of watercolor paper in your lap.

It was a beautiful day at Fairmount Park. Children ran across the grassy fields flying kites and avoiding the outstretched hands of their mothers, while couples lounged on blankets with picnic baskets overflowing with sandwiches and champagne. The sun was sending gilded light across the pond that gently rippled with the breeze that brushed through your hair, pulling it across your rosy cheeks that blushed under Ben's gaze.

It was your 16th birthday and despite your mother's insistence to take you shopping in the busy stores that lined the streets downtown, you had refused, choosing rather to come to the park and prepare your mind for the party that would follow this evening. You had already glimpsed the abomination of purple tulle that your mother expected you to wear and you hoped that a quiet afternoon in the park would wipe the monstrosity from your memory.

At least before you were squeezed into said dress later that evening.

"I’m bored." Ben stated, leaning back on his elbows where he was sprawled next to you in the lush grass that was no doubt staining the light blue dress that clung to your body. One you had chosen for yourself that accentuated the way you looked, rather than hid it as the other dresses your mother bought for you. However, when Ben came to pick you up this morning your mother had insisted you bring a coat, despite it being the middle of summer. You hadn't missed the flash of anger in Ben's eyes when she wrapped the coat around your shoulders to hide your curves. The same coat that Ben immediately removed when you walked out the door and threw over the wrought iron fence that surrounded the front of your home, before looping his arm in his to direct you toward the park.

"It was you who said you wanted me to paint you." You sigh, looking up at your friend.

Ben's navy suit jacket was open, the buttons of his matching vest and white shirt underneath strained as his muscular shoulders pulled against them and made your breath catch as your eyes traced them. There was a pale pink phlox flower in his front jacket pocket, one you stuffed there earlier despite the roll of his eyes. You had wanted some contrast between his suit and the color of the flower, and despite Ben's annoyance, he obliged you as he always did.

"I was hoping there would be less clothing involved." Ben grins at you.

"You know, no other gentleman speaks to me the way you do."

"I didn't know you considered me a gentleman y/n. I thought that you knew me better than that." His grin quickly shifts into a mischievous smirk that makes you bite the inside of your cheek and turn back to the page.

A year had passed since Ben got you watercolor paints and ignited a unquenchable passion for painting. Something about the way the colors ran together soothed you, the gentle stroke of the brush against the page calming the usual frustrations of your life.

One of which was sitting beside you, looking entirely too attractive for someone who'd just rolled out of bed and was wearing the exact outfit he had been wearing when he snuck through your window last night. This morning he had crawled out the window and rang the doorbell at the front of your home, acting as if he'd been up for hours.

You pause at the thought of last night. Ben was leaving for boarding school number seven at the end of the week, but the way he looked when he showed up the night before, rumpled and smelling of cheap whiskey, meant that he and his father had another disagreement. Despite his inability to talk about what happened, if it was your burden to bear, to always be there for him, you welcomed it.

"Hey." Ben's hand comes down on your arm to draw your attention back to him.

You look back up at him. "Hmm?"

"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" He turns his head to the side to examine you.

"Thinking about the party."

"Oh right. Should be fun. Can't believe I received an invitation. I thought your mother would have burned it-"

"She tried." You smirk. "I snatched it from the fireplace just for you."

"How thoughtful."

“Selfish really. There’s no way I’m going through one of those parties without you again.” You snort, catching his emerald gaze.

“The Christmas party was not that bad-“

“Says the guy who got drunk on eggnog and then preceded to flirt with a potted plant!”

“That potted plant was more interesting than that idiot How-“ Ben’s next words are cut off.

"Y/n!" You hear someone shout from behind you.

Howard Stine struts towards the two of you across the sidewalk, where a few other boys stand in a tight group. He’s wearing a sand colored suit and vest, with the chain of his golden pocket watch catching in the warm sunlight with each stride forward. At Howard’s appearance, Ben sits up from his relaxed position, leaning towards you.  

“Speak of the devil.” You hear him mutter.

Ben nods his head towards the group of boys, who nod back in greeting. Ben was more popular than you. Your own circle of friends was reduced to Ben, your housekeeper, the gardener, and a handful of girls your own age that only wished to talk about how close you and Ben were and once they realized you were just friends, they then proceeded to ask you if you could set them up.

As if you would ever set them up with him, you were still trying to set yourself up with him.

A few of the group of boys you recognize as the sons of your father's friends and others boys you'd seen Ben stumble around with on the streets after a night at the bar around the corner. You watch Ben's left hand go to the flower in his front jacket pocket and crunch it in his fist before the others can see it.

The action made you smile to yourself, because despite Ben not wanting them to see him with the flower, he had still allowed you to place it there.

Howard blocks the rays of sun above you so that you don't have to squint up at him. He wasn't terrible looking. Howard was your height, with reddish brown hair that was slicked back over his head and he had a dusting of cinnamon colored freckles on his cheeks, but he was nowhere near as tall or broad as Ben. Where Ben was muscular, Howard was lanky, his hands small and sweaty. Ben moved with a grace and elegance that you couldn't comprehend, while Howard plodded along, stumbling on solid ground. Howard's pointed chin was nothing like the strong jaw of Ben's rugged face. Something that you studied whenever Ben was with you and you spent several nights devoted to capturing in your sketchbook.

"Hi Howard. How are you?" You smile at him, brushing back your hair from your face with your free hand.

Howard's eyes move from Ben to you, taking in your close proximity. Ben's hand was still touching your arm, and the tip of your knee an inch away from the outer edge of Ben's thigh. In fact, Ben had leaned towards you so close when Howard came over that his breath rustled through your hair.

"Good. What are you doing?” Howard moves a hand through his hair to tousle the reddish waves.

“Ben is obliging me. It’s a beautiful day and I wished to capture it.” You wave the brush in your right hand for emphasis.

“Ah.” Howard squints at the watercolor paper. “Well it’s certainly interesting. I didn’t know you liked to paint.”

“She likes all kind of things Howie.” Ben responds with a smirk, his voice dripping with suggestion.

Your eyes flash a warning to where Ben sits. He’s withdrawn his hand, but he’s still leaning close enough to you that you can smell the spicy scent of his shampoo and cologne.

It reminds you of this morning when you woke up and realized that Ben had pulled your back into his chest while he was sleeping. When his arm was curled around your waist as he buried his head in your hair and muttered something in his sleep that you couldn’t understand. The thought makes you flush bright red, remembering how wonderful and intimate it felt to be there.

Howard ignores him. “We're all going to go to Wallman's on the corner for shakes, I was wondering if you wanted to come?" He doesn't acknowledge Ben.

“Well-“ You begin to say, taking in the beauty of the pond and your paint stained hands.

The truth was you didn’t want to go, you wanted to sit there in the grass forever with Ben, where you couldn’t tell if you were warm because you were under the golden light of the sun or under Ben's gaze.

“She’s busy.” Ben says before you can finish your sentence.

Howard’s smile becomes tight. “I think I was asking her.”

Ben shrugs. “And I think I just gave you an answer.”

"Why don't you just-" Howard begins, but Ben is already up off the ground, pressing his chest against Howard's, his green eyes blazing in the light of the sun.

"Why don't I just what Howie?" Ben's voice is low, the deep rumble stirring something in the pit of your stomach.

You loved a lot of things about Ben, but his temper was not one of them. Ben rarely lost his temper with you, yes you did annoy him and he would lose his patience, but he often turned that anger into teasing.

"Ben." You stand, leaving your watercolor pad on the ground, so you can place your hand on Ben's shoulder. It was supposed to be a gentle reminder. Ben knew that you were more than capable of making your own decisions, but you couldn't help but wonder why Ben had responded the way he did.

Is he jealous?

Ben looks down at you with a frown, but finally he sighs and takes a step back.

Howard's eyes are narrowed at where Ben now stands to your right, Ben's arms crossed over his muscular chest, but Howard's gaze shifts back to you expectantly.

"Howard that's really sweet, but it's getting late and I have to get ready for the party tonight." You force a giggle to ease the tension in Howard's shoulders. "You are coming right?"

"Of course." He smiles. "I was hoping that you'd save a dance for me."

"She-" Ben begins to say, but you elbow him in the side, hard.

"Of course I will."

“Great. I guess I’ll see you tonight.” He frowns one more time at Ben before turning back to the group of boys on the sidewalk and leaving with them.

Ben stands there for a minute watching him go.

"You should try to be nicer to him." You say, tugging on the sleeve of Ben’s jacket to grab his attention.

"Why?" Ben snorts.

"Because-" You shrug. "He's sweet and he’s interested in me. I’d hope that you two would get along.”

Ben rolls his eyes. "You could do better."

"Last time I checked the suitors aren't exactly lining up. Not to mention you tend to scare them all off." You wave a hand around you for emphasis. "And I'm not getting any younger."

"Neither am I, but you don’t see me settling for Howard Stine.”

"I didn't realize he was your type." You snort rolling your eyes at him as you sit back down in the grass and pick up your painting again. "I haven't seen you courting anyone recently."

You try to keep the happiness from your voice at the thought. Ben hadn't been trying to chase after as many girls in the past few months as he had previously. And you wondered if his father was trying to arrange him with anyone. If Ben’s mother had still been alive you knew that she would have found someone suitable for Ben, but you’d heard your father say something to your mother behind a closed door that Ben’s father had asked about one of the daughters of his work colleagues.

The thought makes something in your chest tighten to the point of snapping. You hated the idea of watching Ben court someone else, watching someone else kiss him, run their fingers through his hair, and hated the thought that Ben would spend the night with someone else other than you.

Of course when he spent the night with you, all you did was talk, but it was possible that Ben might find that sense of companionship with a lover rather than you.

And then where would you be? Alone.

Ben reclines back as he did before, shaking his hair out behind him, and closing his eyes. It's lighter in the sun, more of a honeyed brown than the usual oak. "I leave in a week."

"Hasn't stopped you in the past." You mutter more to yourself than him.

"Maybe nothing has caught my eye." He opens one eye to study you.

"Hmm."

“Or perhaps I’d much rather spend my last days of freedom with you.” He flirts with a wide smile.

“Last days of freedom?” You laugh, ignoring his tease. “We both know you’ll probably be back within the month.”

Instead of laughing, Ben’s smile fades into a frown and you wonder if he’s thinking of his father.

“Ben I’m sorry I didn’t mean-“

Ben shrugs it off and pulls out a silver flask from his jacket pocket. As soon as he opens it, the sour smell of whiskey floats through the air before he takes a swig. He holds it out to you, but you wave it away, focusing back on your paper.

"So if he's the one, why didn't you go with him to Wallman's? You made up a bullshit excuse that you had to go home." Ben takes another pull from the flask, but you can't shake the shift in his tone.

"I wanted to finish painting." You say to avoid the truth, that you didn’t want to leave him, because you could tell he was still upset over whatever he and his father talked about last night. “But I do need to go home. Mother is no doubt waiting with a horde of maids to make me presentable.”

You frown to yourself imagining next few hours where you would be slathered in creams, your hair tugged and swept up over your head, your body scrubbed almost painfully, and finally the corset that would cut off your circulation and make it impossible to breathe.

You wondered if any other girls your age were subject to such torture.

“Just admit it y/n, you find Howard as boring as a sack of flour.”

“He’s from a good family, he’s a gentleman. My mother would be pleased-“ You start to say, defending Howard even though you didn’t like him as much as you liked Ben.

“Your mother would be pleased with a cactus as long as it meant getting you out of her sight.” Ben snaps back.

His sharp words sting against your skin and you drop your eyes to the paper again, welcoming the silence that follows. Because he was right.

Your mother thought you were a disappointment. She had started comparing you to your sister-in-law who was flawless, effortlessly beautiful and graceful. Your mother voiced her disapproval many ways with disapproving looks, snide comments on what you wore, how you looked... It wasn’t for lack of trying. You did whatever she asked but each time it was never good enough for her. You weren’t enough. And it was something you kept close to your heart. Ben knew that better than anyone.

That’s why his words hurt so much.

“Sweetheart I’m sorry-“

“It’s okay.” The tears that burn in your eyes smear the image of the page in your lap.

“Y/n please look at me.”

You don’t raise your head. “I should go. She’ll be mad if I’m late-“ You begin to put away your things.

Ben’s fingertips come to your chin, tilting it back to look at him once more.  He looks sorry. His green eyes are paler now, like clover, wide and open, his mouth pulled down into an apologetic frown.

“Please don’t go. I’m sorry. Just stay a little longer.”

You sit there for a moment, his hand cupping your cheek and as a tear falls Ben brushes it away with his thumb. The gesture is gentle and surprising. Ben tolerated the occasional hug, but this was more intimate. It made your breath catch.

“Okay.” You whisper.

Ben relaxes and drops his hand from your face, but he’s still watching you. You know he’s trying to think of something to say to make you feel better, but when he can’t come up with anything, he reaches over and plucks another flower from the bush on his left, before stuffing it in his front jacket pocket.

It enough to make you smile and this time he returns it, understanding that he's been forgiven. You allow the warmth of his gaze seep into your skin and you bask in the warm glow of his smile.

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[julianalvarez9]

unexpected / mason mount

masterlist

summary: safe to say, mason doesn't expect that doing a favour for his sister could end up in love at first sight. pairing: uncle!mason x teacher!reader word count: 1.025 words

after another tiring training, mason was coming back to his house. today, though, he had opted to take the long way home, since he had a lot to think about, and he needed a little bit of distraction after chelsea’s rough patch. it seemed like nothing was going his way, and with the international break due to the world cup coming insanely closer, he figured he needed to get back into a good headspace to fight with england all the way to the final stages. and right now, he didn’t think that he was prepared to give it his 100%.

his phone interrupted his racing thoughts, and he picked up the call once he saw it was his sister that was calling. he was instantly greeted by jaz, hearing his characteristic “hey, mase, are you busy?”. his mood wasn’t the best and he desperately needed a shower to wash the day and his thoughts away, but being as family oriented has mason was, he could never turn his face around from his family. so, he quickly answered to her question. “not really, just in the car going back home after training. is everything okay?”.

she huffed, and with an annoyed tone of voice that mason could hear across the phone, answered. “yeah yeah, just got stuck in traffic and i need someone to pick summer up from the nursery” jaz implicity told him what she was asking from him: that he was the one in charge of bringing her back home.

he obviously, even when his bones weighed more than usual due to his tiredness, could never say no to his sister, and much less, to his niece, the light of his life. and after all, mason was the one that insisted that jaz should go back to work after a prolonged time off due to summer’s birth, arguing that she needed some time alone and to start thinking about her as her own person again. something that proved to be a bit hard when you have a two year old kid to watch and care for.

“yeah, i can do that. can you send me the address?”

she shrieked on the phone, and the man had to distance the phone from his ears to not go deaf. still, he heard what she said. “you’re an angel, mason, thank you so much. i’ll send it to you right now”. not a second had passed when his phone got another sound notification signalling the arrival of a new message, and one minute later, mason was already turning his car to head in the right direction. thankfully, it wasn’t that far from his home, and he could make it there quite fast, not wanting summer to wait for him if he arrived late.

“summer, i think a special someone is looking for you”

“uncle mase! uncle mase!”

but oh, poor, poor mason, couldn’t stop looking at you, even when your eyes were fully dedicated to his niece, with nothing but love shown to the little girl that was grabbing him from his clothes so he could pick her up. mason simply crouched down so he could get to summer’s height, and engulf her in a bone-crushing hug. the little girl squealed with delight, and once they had separated a bit, both with huge grins on their faces, you announced “time to go home, darling, go find your things, yeah?”.

“you're really good with her” was the first thing he said once his niece had gone away to look for her things. he knew it was dumb, since your whole job as a teacher was dealing with kids, but he couldn’t find the right words, not wanting to fall in a uncomfortable silence with you. mason mount doubting himself? that was a rare sight, and he was sure that if anyone had sen him, they would’ve laughed. still, you chuckled, like he had said something hilarious. “well i hope so, since it's my job”. he smiled at you, grateful that you hadn’t made fun of him like he expected, but didn’t know what else to say, since he wasn’t sure if it was right to make small conversation while his niece wasn’t there. after all, he had come to pick her up, not flirt with the teacher. 

apparently, you saw how the wheels in his brain were turning, and decided to joke a bit with him. “didn’t think mason mount was one to get nervous, much less with a school teacher” you joked, and he lifted his eyes to look at you, admiring the teasing grin you had in your face. “you know who i am?” mason replied, not out of vanity but because it didn’t cross his mind once that you could care who he was. you happily replied “of course! summer always talks about her incredible uncle mase, scoring all these amazing goals. she really looks up to you” mason smiled sheepishly, looking at his feet and with his hands hidden inside his pockets. he wasn’t one to shy away at compliments, but something about you just left him flustered, like a teen boy interacting with his first crush.

“would you like coming to a game sometime?” he said, a bit embarrassed to have fallen for the most over-used technique there could be for a football player, but he didn’t care as soon as he saw your smile.  “are we flirting with the niece’s teacher, mount?” you quipped and he lifted his hands, claiming innocence “only if she agrees”, mason quickly answered.

“unfortunately i’m more of a man city myself” he grimaced at your words, but you still continued “but you know where to find me” you said, greeting summer when she came back with her backpack and her squeaky toy that she fell in love recently. mason grimaced at the sound, and you laughed it off , feeling the same about that cursed object for your ears. in return, the chelsea player heard what he thought to be the most beautiful sound: your bubbly laugh. 

safe to say, mason came to pick summer from school way more often. safe to say that jaz knew all along.

[bouncybongfairy]

Woodstock 1999

Rick Sanchez x Fem Reader

Summary: After attending a house party, thrown by your friend Summer, you end up meeting Rick. While making small talk, you tell him about the Woodstock 99' documentary that you had just seen and that you wish you could have seen Korn from that festival. Rick is confident that you wouldn’t be able to handle yourself in a crowd like that. When you disagree, Rick tries to call your bluff. By taking you to an alternative reality where Woodstock 99 is taking place.

Word Count: 3k+

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You were sweeping the floors, finishing up your shift at the grocery store you worked at. It was Thursday and the store had been relatively quiet for most of the night. Only a couple more customers were wandering the isles, picking up last-minute items.. You were pretty tired, this started as a summer job but you ended up keeping it throughout the school year. It was nice to have extra money for clothes and outings with your friends, it almost made up for how depleting work was. You heard the assistance bell ring from the register, which prompts you to run over. You were pleasantly surprised to see Summer and her mom, you share most of your classes with the redhead. She has actually spent the night at your house a couple of times and vice-versa. You give her a quick mom and start scanning her items. Her mom was going on and on about how all the bottles of wine were for a family event, you looked over at Summer who was rolling her eyes. You held back a chuckle and continued to make polite conversation with Beth. After you bagged their groceries, Beth walked back to the car but Summer stayed back to talk. 

“So obviously the family event thing was a lie but I am throwing a party tomorrow while my parents are doing this couple retreat thing. You should totally come,” Summer said. 

“Yeah that sounds really fun, did you already invite half the school?” you joked while wiping down the counter. 

“A lot of people are coming, yeah, but it’ll still be fun,” she said. 

“Yeah for sure, do you want me to bring anything?” you asked. 

“Just your hot ass and maybe a bottle would be cool. My mom is calling. I got to go but I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said while walking away. 

Normally a house party isn’t really your scene but you were feeling kinda excited. For the past two months, you’ve been in a bit of a funk. Only going to school and work, not feeling up to doing your make-up most days, and dressing pretty bummy. You felt like a good party would break you out of that. Summer and you had a lot of mutual friends so you knew you would have company no matter what. You checked out the last customer and locked the door behind them. You grabbed some stuff for your lunch tomorrow and two bottles of Red Berry Ciroc. The store was owned by an older gentleman who sadly had dementia, his 29-year-old son now runs the store. As long as you gave him an extra ten for each bottle you bought he would look the other way when it came to age. You took an Uber home and immediately got in the shower. Scrubbing all the sweat off your body and lathering your hair in shampoo as Molly Kate Kestne’s Prom Queen blasted through a speaker. You stayed in the hot water until you felt at risk of passing out. You give your mom a kiss on the cheek, wishing her a good night before going to your bedroom. After turning on Jersey Shore as background noise, you fall asleep in your towel; completely worn out by your school and work week. 

When you woke up, you were surprised that you slept through the night considering you didn’t get too comfortable before falling asleep. You were feeling extremely well-rested, it wasn’t until you were halfway done with your hair that you remembered about Summer’s party. You were super excited, you had this Saturday off which meant you didn’t have to worry about having a hangover. You throw on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt and start gathering things into your book bag. Once you got to school, you couldn’t stop counting down the hours until you could leave. It felt like years had gone by once it was finally time for lunch. You were sitting with a group of friends who were all talking about Summer’s party. Maybe it’s because you have a job but your friends seem a lot less mature over these past couple of months. It seemed like if it wasn’t posted or extremely extra then it didn’t happen. I don’t know, it just felt like they did everything for shock value or clout. You thought it was weird how upset they would get if they didn’t look good in a video of them taking a shot or not taking a picture with the blunt before it was smoked. Sometimes you wish you could record how they act during those times and show them later. You pick at your salad, tuning out of their conversation until the bell rings. 

Once the last period ended you bolted out of the front doors and made your way home. You flat ironed your hair and started applying a bit of makeup. Rummaging through your closet, you ended up wearing a tube top and a pair of baggy cargo jeans. You grabbed one of the biggest purses you could find grabbed a tee-shirt and wrapped the two vodka bottles in a way that avoids any clanking sound. Your pen, make-up bag, charger, and a couple of other items. You end up walking to Summer’s house seeing that it’s only a 20-minute walk. When you got there, the sun was just barely setting and teenagers were flocking to the house. The house was practically shaking due to how loud the music was. When you walked in you practically had to wave a cloud out of your face. Summer immediately noticed you when you walked in and came over to greet you. 

“Hey! Oh my gosh, I’m so glad you came!” Summer said. 

“Yeah me too, I needed this really bad. Also.. here are those bottles,” you said, taking the vodka out of your purse. 

“Wow, I didn’t think you were gonna bring anything. I’m gonna chill these,” she said, grabbing the bottles and leading you into the kitchen. When you walked in Rick was leaning against the countertop. She shoved the bottles deep into the freezer, in hopes of speeding up the process.

“If you can’t drink -burp- the liquor at room temperature you’re probably not mature enough to be drinking at all,” Rick said, taking a swig from his flask. 

“What if we just prefer it chilled? Just because you can doesn’t mean you shouldn’t” you point out. 

“Yeah, Grandpa and after I smoke I don’t like the way hot ass liquor feels on my throat,” Summer said, closing the fridge door. 

“Doesn’t matter whether your liquor is cold or hot, your party is gonna suck since you put a ban on any of my friends coming. Seems a little like bigotry in my opinion,” Rick said. 

Summer ignored him and led you to her bedroom where a girl from your school Tricia Lange was packing a bowl. You asked Summer if it was okay to leave the party unattended. She joked ‘That’s what Morty is for’ which made you and Tricia laugh. She offered you greens which flattered you, after cornering the bowl you handed it to Summer. Coming off a two-week tolerance break, the weed was hitting you fast and hard. You tilted your head up and blew the smoke up into the air. Tricia complimented you on how pretty you looked which made you blush because.. hello its Tricia Lange, one of the hottest girls in your grade. You guys were making small talk when Summer pulled out a pink crystal and started crushing it into a fine powder. 

“What is that?” you asked. 

“It’s a Kalaxian crystal, it’s pretty mild like snorting molly kinda,” Summer said, lining up the power. 

“I.. don’t know about that,” you said looking at the powder suspiciously. 

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about it showing up on a drug test or anything. It’s not detectable with Earth’s drug tests,” Tricia said, setting her hand on your shoulder. 

“No, well that’s good to know actually but imma need to see you take a bump before I do,” you said. 

“You humor me,” Summer said, using a hundred-dollar bill to snort the powder, her eyes turning a baby blue.

Summer passed the tray to Tricia who mimicked her action. Your heart was racing as her manicured hands passed the tray over to you. Not wanting to come off as a prude, you took the rolled-up bill into your hand and brought it up to your nose. You sniffed the powder into your nose and coughed a little because the taste was so foreign. The two girls lead you downstairs where the party is now packed and a bit unhinged. Couples making out against any available wall space they could find, groups of people who were surrounding a person smoking out of a gravity bong. Drugs by Lil Aaron was blaring out of several speakers, drowning out almost every other sound. The three of you were dancing together in the living room with several of your peers. You were feeling so euphoric and magical; like you could float off the ground if you really tried. It was then that Summer reminded you of the Ciroc bottles that were in the freezer. All three of you took a shot and cringed as it went down. Summer and Tricia left to go to the bathroom leaving you in the kitchen. You were pretty intoxicated at this point and started to wander. You end up in the garage, where Rick is sitting at his workstation. 

“Out!” he barked which caused you to jump and gasp due to how loud and aggressive he sounded, he didn’t even look up. 

“S-sorry I -which way..” you started but Rick got up and walked over to you. He grabbed your chin and tilted your head up. 

“I told Summer to stop giving K-Crystals to her little friends,” he said, seeing the effects from your eyes. You looked over a noticed he had a Woodstock 99’ ticket pinned onto his wall. 

“You -hiccup- went to Woodstock 99? You- you’re so lucky you got to see Korn from that crowd,” you slurred without breaking eye contact. He laughed and let go of your chin and walked back to his workstation. 

“Did you actually go?” you asked, walking over to him. 

“I thought I said to get out earlier,” he said. 

“I have selective hearing,” you said, picking up a screwdriver. 

“I’m lost, is that supposed to be my problem?” he said. 

“Well it -burp- if you really wanted it to be,” you giggled.

“Yeah as much of a catch as you are, I think I’ll pass,” he laughed.

“Oh please I bet I’d be the best pussy you’ve had in months,” you laugh but quickly change expressions as Rick stands up and towers over you. 

“Do you really think that you would be an unachievable fantasy to me? Like I’m some sad old stockbroker who has to rely on naivety to get laid? Don’t insult me,” Rick said, taking a sip of his flask without stepping away. 

“Your shirt -hiccup- looks so soft, imagine if we could have gone to Woodstock together. You’re so tall that I wouldn’t have to worry about guys reaching up and groping me and I would have the most amazing view of some of the coolest bands of all time,” you said, feeling your high slowly start to come down. He smirked at you before turning around locking the garage door and opening a portal, dragging you through it. 

“What- where are we going?” you asked confused, adjusting your eyes to the suddenly sunny skies. 

“To call your bluff. There’s no way you could last here, it was kinda a shit show if you didn’t know,” he said. 

“I know, I watched the documentary on Netflix,” you said very matter-of-factly. 

It took your eye a couple of minutes for them to adjust but once they did, you couldn’t deny you were a little taken back. There really was a lot of nudity and white-boy aggression. You hoped Rick didn’t notice, but every once in a while, you would look behind you to make sure he was nearby. The first thing you wanted to do was get to the airbrush body paint station. You wanted Korn written across your chest in black and pink. At this point, the high of the K-Crystals was completely worn off and all you wanted was a hit of something. It was then you realized you still had your purse, you blindly reached your hand in until you felt your hand hit the cold metal of the battery. Your mouth begins salivating as bring the cart to your lips and take a long drag, blowing it up in the air. You take a couple more drags and notice that the artist has stopped. When you looked down he was just looking up at you. He was probably in his early 30s and had a 90s haircut that was short and spiked with blonde tips.  Without breaking contact take another drag and exhale as you speak. 

“Sorry, did you want a hit?” you asked playfully, looking over at Rick who was smirking with his arms crossed, evaluating the situation. The guy airbrushing you looked up at Rick who started to speak. 

“You know you didn’t come across to me as one of those girls who have nipple piercings,” Rick said. 

“Yeah I know, they’re hot right?” you asked to adjust the one that didn’t have any paint on it yet; they were bars with a chain that supported a pink bedazzled saturn charm. 

“So uh, Maria is gonna finish up our piece cool?” he said, getting up before either of you could respond which caused both of you to chuckle. 

After you were finished up with the body painting tent you made your way to the main stage. Hundreds of teens and young adults were making their way to the exact same location. It was weird because even though you knew what was going to happen, you were still bubbling with anticipation. Rick laughed and mocked you because he knew you had seen exactly what happened and still bubbled with suspense and excitement. When you asked Rick if you could actually sit on his shoulders he didn’t say anything, only nodding in agreement. You were trying to pry about the first time he ever experienced this but he would always give you a bullshit excuse like he was too wasted to remember. As you walked, guys kept approaching you, trying hard to keep conversation. You tried to be polite and at least slow down as you respectfully deny their advance. You even stopped a couple of times but Rick would gently bump into you with his body from behind to keep you walking. Once you got into the crowd, Rick took the arm and pressed his body to your back. He started guiding and shaving his way through the front of the sea of people while having his arms raised, protecting you from the crowd. 

Normally if someone was being more polite it would have taken forever to make their way to the front. Rick however wasn’t sparing any feelings as he pushed and shoved. As you people watched, you couldn’t help but take in how different people were in the 90s. One of the biggest things that tripped you out was seeing how different the hair and make-up were of the girls around you. Super thin eyebrows, a thick eyeliner waterline with clumpy mascara. Your lashes were huge and your nails were so long, it felt like everyone was staring at you.  Most of the hair extensions were god-awful but you gave them a pass considering this was a festival. The cameras were so retro-looking and looked bulky on the crew’s shoulders. Rick pulled a plastic baggie of pink powder from his lab coat. You assumed these were the same crystals you smoked earlier so didn’t think twice when snorting your fair share. Only later to find out that it was actually Molly, normally you’d be freaking out but I mean… You were in an entirely different dimension. Seemed kinda late for that. Once the intro started, Rick bent down slightly allowing you to sit on his shoulders. You could feel the energy of the crowd growing. It was almost like your heartbeat was getting more intense as the music’s rhythm began picking up. 

A camera was coming closer to you, you blew it a kiss and then took a drag of your pen. It could have been because of the drugs but you felt like you were so high in the air, you could see the top of everyone’s head.; like you were a skyscraper. You were truly having the time of your life, it was nice being able to be carefree. Being able to get as wasted or naked as you wanted knowing you had someone to take care of you. You were gently running your fingers through his hair, tugging on it a little bit. You leaned down and whispered into the top of his head, 

“Thank you for taking me here, this is amazing,” you said. 

He didn’t reply, just ran his hands up and down your leg, starting at your knees and ending at your ankles. You were feeling accomplished that he didn’t get the chance to call your bluff as he put it. When Korn wasn’t playing you could barely hear yourself think over how loud the crowd was. You couldn’t tell if Rick was mad or just concentrating. After a while, you were getting overstimulated by everything going on around you. You asked Rick if you guys could head home, and he opens a portal directly underneath you guys, dropping the both of you back into a garage. You grab the extra tee shirt from your bag and throw it over your body. 

“Thanks, we should do it again sometime,” you said before exiting the garage to find summer.

[cuttergauthier]

Neighbours

Quinn Hughes x Female reader

Warning: against, fluff, cussing, alcohol

word count: 3.7k

let me know what you guys think🤍

April 2022

I moved to Vancouver 2 weeks ago for work even though I can work from home. I wanted a change so I decided to move. I'm a clothing designer. I started the summer before I started going to university. It was hard trying to juggle a clothing brand and university at the same time especially since i was doing extra classes during summer since i wanted to be able to finish a semester earlier so i could go back home for summer & be settled in Vancouver for when i come back in September, but i was able to make it work.

When I first started I would only make 1 shirt in all sizes and sell them, it took a while to be able to make money off it, but now the clothing company is doing really well, It’s an online clothing store. I sell both Women & Men clothes from comfy to fancy.

I’ve always wanted to open my own store and I thought Vancouver would be perfect for that, most of my buyers are from canada.

I was born in Plymouth Michigan, i grew up in a lake house, my parent’s love it here, so do i, during winter my dad, my older brother and i would go skating on the lake, it’s one of my favorite things to do during the winter, during summertime we would go on boat rides almost every day. 

I went to the University of Michigan, I graduated in June, it was the best 3 and a half years, now I'm on a new chapter of my life. I 

I am still getting used to Vancouver. I don’t really know where everything is yet, it’s only been 5 days and i can work on my own time as long as i meet my deadlines, so i’ve been walking around Vancouver. It was a pretty chilly day but it wasn’t too bad. We are now at the end of April.

It took a while before moving here to look for an apartment, And to get everything settled since I’m American i needed to apply for a work visa, it took a while before i was accepted.

I finally found a cute coffee shop so I made my way inside and in line to order. I looked at the menu to see what I should order. Once I decided to go with (favorite coffee order) the line was shorter and it was only a cute guy in front of me and I.

When I finally ordered, I made my way to the pick up station. The cute guy got his drink before me and walked out. I got my drink a second later and left the coffee shot. I started walking back to my apartment since I still have some unpacking to do. 

I’m walking and looking around me, Vancouver is truly a beautiful city. I looked in front of me and saw the cute guy was going in the same direction. He looks familiar but I can't figure out why.

I saw him getting in the same apartment building I live in, maybe he lives there too. I made my way inside to see the elevator doors about to close. The guy looked up from his phone and saw I was walking that way, so he put his hand to stop the doors from closing.

I smiled as I walked in and stood next to him, to see he selected the same floor as I live on.

“Thanks for holding the door,” I said thankfully.

“No problem,” he said. He looked so serious like he didn’t have any emotion in the fact that i said thank you.

“I’m yn” i said

“Quinn” he replied before looking down at his phone.

He looked pretty tired, maybe that’s why he doesn’t seem to want to talk. But so am I, so I can't judge. 

The doors opened on our floor and we both started walking to our apartments. We are both going the same direction.

Once he stopped at his place, I stopped at mine which was the one next to him.

How have i not noticed him till today, since i’ve been here, it looked like no one lived there.

I saw him look at me before he opened the door. I looked at him as we made eye contact for a second. 

“See you around neighbor” i told him smiling before walking in my Apartment and closing the door behind me. 

I really hope I see him again. I smiled before continuing to unpack my stuff.

1 week later, May 2022

I finished packing my suitcase to bring back home with me. I was finally able to finish unpacking the furniture and everything else in this apartment so I thought I would finally go back home, since it’s warmer there right now then it is in Vancouver.

I made sure everything was turned off and made my way out of the apartment with my suitcase. As soon as I locked my door, Quinn opened his and got out with his suitcase. Looks like I'm not the only one who seems to be leaving Vancouver.

I made my way to the elevator and I saw him do the same. I made sure to wait before pressing the lobby button. 

“Thanks” he mumbled

“ no problem… Are you going to Vancouver?” I ask him, trying to make conversation.

He looked at me confused for a minute, before he shook his head. 

“Going to see friends and family” he replied 

“That’s always nice,” I say. All he did was nod, I guess he’s not one for conversation. 

We both got out of the elevator and made our way outside, i had ordered an uber so that I wouldn't have to wait. It looks like Quinn did the same thing. Once my suitcase was in the trunk the driver started making his way to the airport. 

I texted my parents to let them know I was on my way to the airport.

I got my bags checked in and made my way to my area. I found a spot where no one was sitting and sat down. My flight is only boarding in an hour but I like coming here earlier in case it’s ever busy.

I saw that my brother had texted me, he’s only 1 year older than me, he's 23 but he’s my best friend.

Big bro

Yo, are you on your way yet?

I chuckled, of course he’s impatient 

Me

Just got my bags checked in, we are only boarding the plane in an hour

Big bro

Please hurry, I miss you!

Big bro

Also before i forget, apparently the hughes brothers bought the lake house next to us that was for sale, i met one of them yesterday and some of his friends they all play pro hockey, one of the brothers plays for Vancouver, Jack said he should be getting in today & the ones i met are really cool, they’re around are age, so looks like we’ll have a fun summer🤪

Me

Oh good, at least it’s not another older couple who would complain every time we try to throw a party when mom and dad go away for the 4th of July😂 & wtf obviously i heard about then you idiot, kinda hard not to when we both went to a school where a bunch of hockey players went to. Also I met the youngest Luke at university, Nick introduced me to the freshman at the beginning of the year.

Big bro

I know right😂 oh cool then i guess you’ll know one of them! Anyways see you soon kid!

Me

See ya!

I smiled, hopefully I won't be stuck hanging out with a bunch of idiots the whole summer, but at least we aren’t the only ones our age.

I was scrolling through instagram. In the corner of my eye I saw someone sitting in one of the seats in front of me.

I looked up and saw Quinn, looking like he’s going to Michigan.

He looked up at me so I smiled.

When it was finally time to board the plane, I went and sat in my seat. I'm thankful that i got the window seat, a few seconds later Quinn sat down in the seat next to me.

“Looks like we’re both going to the same place” I said. 

He just nodded.

I looked back at him with a small smirk, I have a feeling that I’ll probably annoy him on the flight.

“You’re not much of a talker, are you?” I said teasing him, every time i try and talk to him, he looks like he ins’t interested in talking to me.

“Not really, do you need something from me? i’m not interested, okay, i get enough people trying to get with me just because of who i am i don’t need to have one who’s going to try the whole plane ride back to michigan” he said a little annoyed.

That was rude, why would he think I wanted anything from him… then it struck me that’s why he looked so familiar when i first met him. He’s the guy my brother told me about the brother who plays for Vancouver. He’s Quinn Hughes. He’s also Luke's older brother. How the hell did I not figure this out earlier? Luke told me that his oldest brother played for Vancouver, I just didn’t think he would be my neighbor and having him hate me.

Once I made the connection my eyes widened.

Quinn rolled his eyes.

“See you clearly know who i am, so just leave me alone” he said annoyed.

I scoffed.

“Don’t be so full of yourself, Luke’s my favorite anyways. I also didn’t recognize you until now, not everyone is going to recognize who you are. I’m also guessing you’re going to the lake house you and Jack just bought right?” I said. He’s pissing me off, and since he doesn’t know we are going to be neighbors or that I know Luke, I thought I would creep him out a little bit.

His eyes widened when I said that.

“Omg are you some kind of stalker?” He said in disgust.

I chuckled at his expression, he looks really creeped out right now.

“Not a stalker but according to my brother who met Jack yesterday we are about to be neighbor’s… again.” I said

“I’m sorry… what?”

“Oh My brother texted me earlier turns out you and jack bought the lake house right next to my parents house, looks like we’ll see each other a lot this summer” i said smirk 

I heard him curse under his breath.

“You better not go anywhere near our house,” he said.

“that’s funny because i can promise the second Luke sees me, he’s going to invite me over” 

“Like hell he is” he said laughing like there was no way that would ever happen.

“I don’t care if you guys play hockey, i’m going to go after you just because of fame or money. And Just so you know, I already know luke. I met him in September when he started at Michigan since I'm friends with Blanks. He's a good kid, i would help tutor him with calculus, i think of him as a little brother, same with the other younger guys. I even met your mom for fuck sakes and she was nicer than you are right now” i said, 

I could see a look of regret on his face. He sighed.

“Look i’m sorry okay, a lot of people try to get along just because of who I am , same with my brothers. Can we start over?” He asked.

He looked sincere, and I nodded, i know my brother will most likely hang out with them a lot this summer, so we should probably get along.

“I’d like that” i said  

He smiled 

“I’m quinn hughes, it’s nice to meet you” he said

“I’m Y/n Y/L/N, it’s nice to meet you too” i said.

We ended up getting to know each other for the rest of the flight. I told him about what I studied at university and what I do, along with a few funny stories about Luke and some of the other freshmen. He told me about hockey and his family. It was nice actually talking to him, and I really hope we can be friends since we are neighbors in Vancouver and now in Michigan.

Michigan 

When our flight landed we made our way out, and went to baggage claim.

I texted my brother to let him know, he said he was waiting with Jack and Luke since both Quinn and I were on the same flight.

“Looks like my brother is waiting with yours” I told Quinn as we started looking for them.

“I see Jack, come on,” he said. I followed him to our brothers

When my brother saw me, he pulled me in a hug, making me laugh.

“I miss you too Y/B/N” i said

“Y/N” Luke said when he saw me and pulled me in a hug.

“Hey Luke” I chuckle.

“You guys already know each other?” Jack asked, confused.

Luke let go of me and looked at jack.

“Yeah, she’s friends with blanks, he introduced us in the beginning of the year, she’s also the reason why i passed calculus, thanks for tutoring me by the way” he said 

“How did she tutor you if she lives in Vancouver?” Jack asked again, you could tell he was so lost, it was funny.

“I’ve only been living in Vancouver for 2 weeks now, i graduated from university of Michigan after Christmas” I said and he nodded.

“Oh make sense, and you’ve met quinn?” 

“Turns out we’re neighbors in Vancouver” quinn answered, i smiled at him.

Our brothers started laughing.

“What are the fucking chances” luke said

“Yeah seriously, now you’re also neighbors here” my brother said

“I know right,” I said.

“Let’s get going” quinn said impatient 

“Yeah, yeah let’s get grumpy,” Jack said.

Quinn rolled his eyes at him which made me laugh.

We made our way to the car and Jack drove us to the lake house.

Jack parked in his driveway and we all made our way to the trunk.

My brother took my suitcase before Jack turned to look at us.

“I don’t know what your plans are today, but we are having a bonfire tonight, you two are both welcome to join us” he said smiling.

“Thanks jack, that sounds fun” i said

My brother nodded.

“Yeah man we’ll be there” my brother said

“Great, then we’ll see you guys tonight”

“Blanks and a few other wolverines are here by the way, I won’t tell them, you’ll be able to surprise them” luke told me. I smiled and nodded before my brother and i made our way to our house.

As soon as we got in the house my parents hugged me.

I talked to them about Vancouver and how Quinn was my neighbor there and now here which made them laugh.

Then I went up to my room to unpack. By the time I was done it was 6:30 p.m. so I went to take a shower since I was all sweaty. Once I was done I got dressed in some Black Lululemon gym shorts and my blue Michigan hoodie.

My dad made food on the grill for dinner so I made my way down to eat since it’s already 7:30 and I am starting.

I sat down at the island counter on the chair and my mom gave me a plate. 

“Thanks mom,” I said smiling.

“No problem honey” she said, placing a kiss on my cheek.

“When you’re done eating we’ll go next door. Jack said they started the fire even though it’s still light out, and you can bring alcohol if you want or he said they have a lot so we should be good.” My brother told me.

“I think you still have some (favorite alcoholic drink) in the fridge from before you left for Vancouver, bring it with you if you go” my mom said before making her way to the living room with my dad.

I finished eating so I put my plate in the dishwasher and looked in the fridge for the drinks my mom was talking about and there were still 6 of them so I put them in a bag. My brother and I made our way next door. 

I saw Blanks was standing with his back to me talking with Luke. Luke saw me but I told him not to say anything. I gave my bag to my brother and ran up and jumped on his back.

“What the hell!” blanks screeched.

I laughed.

“Surprise!” I said before getting down.

“Yn?” He was surprised to see me. I nodded before he gave me a hug.

“I live next door '' I said happily, a big smile made its way on his face.

“This is about to be the best summer ever” he replied, making me laugh.

“Want to know what funny blanks she’s our neighbor here, and she’s quinn’s neighbor in Vancouver” Luke told him and i rolled my eyes, with a smile.

Nick let out a gasp.

“For real? Oh that’s awesome, like seriously what are the chances” he said

“I know right, also Luke, are you going to tell everyone?” I ask, chuckling.

Luke nodded, smiling.

“Everyone has to know” he said, like it’s the most obvious thing ever. He walked away leaving me alone with blanks.

“So, how is it like living next to Quinn?” He asked, smirking.

I rolled my eyes.

“Oh shut up” I replied, he laughed.

“No but seriously, how is it?”

“Fine i guess, he’s pretty quiet, but he kinda hated me until we got on the flight and sat next to each other, he thought i was some crazy fan” i said and nick burst out laughing i didn’t even know if he could breathe.

“What’s so funny?”

“Let me guess, you were nice and always tried to make conversation with him?” 

“Yeah…” I said and he shocked his head.

“That’s what a hockey player with think most of the time when a beautiful girl tries to talk to him and especially if you see him everywhere and end up on the same plane as him, he’s gonna think you’re following him, it’s just an instinct” nick said

“Yeah i know, but i really didn’t recognize him until after my brother told me about them buying the house next door to me and then accusing me of wanting something from him, then i saw the resemblance to Luke, so i kinda creeped him out a bit about telling him i knew exactly where he was going “ i said and nick chuckled.

“Of course you did… Quinn is a good guy though so i don’t doubt you guys won’t become friends… or maybe even more than friends” he said smirking.

I pushed him back.

“Oh shut up, let’s go see everyone else” I said, laughing.

We made our way to everyone else. Blanks introduced me to the guys. They all sound really nice.

We sat around the fire and drank, the guys were sharing funny stories. Nick told the story about how Quinn and I met. I put my hands on my face to hide the embarrassment. The guys laughed

“Seriously Quinn?” Luke asked 

“Look sorry but you never told me about her” Quinn replied.

We continued talking and sharing stories for the rest of the night. Some of the guys had already made their way inside to go to bed since it was late. My brother had gone back home, now it was only Quinn, blanks and i.

“I’m going to head up to bed before I pass out here” Blanks told us, making me chuckle.

“Good night blanks,” I said.

“Good night you two,” he said, smirking. I’ve known him for 4 years, he’s totally up to something.

“I should probably head to bed too, I don't want to be too tired tomorrow” I said, yawning.

Quinn turned to me and smiled.

“What?” I ask giggling.

“If I ask you on a date, would you say yes?” He asked, making me smile.

“I would,” I said blushing.

“Well, yn would you like to go on a date with me tomorrow night?” 

“ i would love to” i said smiling

“Perfect, I'll pick you up at 6:30 p.m.” he said and I smiled.

We said goodbyes and I made my way home.

Once I got into bed, I fell asleep with the biggest smile on my face.

September 2022

Going on that date with Quinn was the best decision I could have made. It went really well that we went on 3 more dates until he finally asked me to be his girlfriend.

We spent as much time as we could together this summer. When the guys found out we were dating they laughed since Luke had told everyone what happened when Quinn and I first met.

We have been in Vancouver for a little bit now, Quinn came back in August for training camp, i got back last week. I know how hockey season can be, but I also know Quinn and I will make it work. We’ll be seeing each other a lot since we are neighbors.

Quinn had practice this morning but he told me last night that he would come by after lunch.

He’s been stressed lately, he hopes he can have a better season than last year, i don’t blame him.

It’s now 12 p.m. when I heard the door open. 

“Babe, I'm here and I brought food,” I heard quinn. 

“I’m in the kitchen,” I replied. 

He made his way around the corner and smiled when he saw me.

“Hey beautiful” he said, making me blush.

He chuckled, he put the food on the counter and came over to me and kissed me. When we pulled away our forehead touched each other. I looked at his eyes to see he was doing the same. 

“I love you” I said happily.

“I love you more” he replied before leaning in and kissing me again.

Being with him, nothing could make me happier.

[desertdollranch]

This past weekend I had some incredible luck at a thrift store!

The three bagged dolls are for me and the other three I got for my mom. I reckon that a doll collector with refined and expensive tastes must have passed away and her family donated all her dolls to the local thrift store, literally the only thrift store in this tiny resort town in the mountains.

The first doll I spotted was Maru Mini Pal, from the brand Maru and Friends.

I need you to imagine how lightning fast my grabby hands moved when I saw her face buried under some generic baby toys. I didn't even have to pick her up to know exactly who she was. Mini Maru was tentatively on my wish list, waiting for the day I could drop the big bucks on a 13 inch doll. I was more than happy to pay a thrift store price for her instead, especially since my three were all on sale 50% off. She's still in great shape, which also points to her being owned by a fastidious adult collector.

Maru and Friends dolls were designed by the late renowned doll artist Dianna Effner. The one I have here is a smaller version of 20 inch Maru. Canonically, Maru is a girl from South America who relocates to the USA, and meets several new friends.

As soon as I spotted Maru, I quickly noticed these two little lovelies, and snapped them up immediately. I could tell that they were both very special. Girl on the left is a Paola Reina Las Amigas doll, and the one on the right is an Antonio Juan doll. Both are the same size as Maru, about 13 inches. Both brands are based in Spain and their dolls are manufactured and hand-painted there. That's why they are beloved and prized throughout the world. So I'm pleased to have them as part of my doll family. They'll be good friends for Maru.

These three beauties I picked up for my mom. The first two are Tyler Wentworth dolls and the one on the right is a Kitty Collier doll (I think). I knew right away that they were Robert Tonner dolls, because they just have that distinct look to their faces. I also remembered that my mom already has a Tyler Wenthworth doll. I texted her to ask if she wanted them. She gave me a very enthusiastic YES!!!! There were several other similar Tonner dolls there, but my mom only wanted these three. So I left the remaining dolls for someone else to have the joy of discovering.

You might be able to tell that these pictures were taken at my lovely, forested campsite. Elevation 8500 feet above sea level. Wonderfully cool in the summer, and a great place to ski in the winter. I brought all my doll camping stuff with me, but couldn't decide which doll to bring, so I ended up leaving home without one. Then I unexpectedly felt lonely after arriving at my site. So It was a nice surprise to have three little friends to join me.

They're all so cute. Just darling little angels. I'd like to track down the names for the other two, since I often prefer to let dolls keep their original names.

Once we got home, I changed them into some summery floral dresses. I made all three of these from WellieWisher patterns. Maru has pretty similar body proportions, but the other two are more petite than the Wellies and so the clothes are a bit big on them.

[torahoes]

(IDOLiSH7) Haruka Isumi - An Idol's Daily Life Rabbit Chat: Part 2 - Presents from fans

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Haruka Isumi: Takanashi-san, thanks for telling me about that app the other day

Haruka Isumi: It's super good

Haruka Isumi: !

Tsumugi Takanashi: Good work today! It's very easy to use, isn't it?

Haruka Isumi: Yeah, it gives a ton of advice based on calorie counts and nutritional balance

Haruka Isumi: I showed it to my grandma and she loved it too

Tsumugi Takanashi: I'm glad to hear that! It also suggests seasonal menus and keeps track of expiration dates, so I find it very useful

Tsumugi Takanashi: It's really satisfying when you can use up all the ingredients perfectly...!

Haruka Isumi: I totally get that! Yesterday, I managed to use up all the food in the fridge, and it felt amazing!

Haruka Isumi: It was like when you match blocks in a puzzle game and they all disappear lmao

Tsumugi Takanashi:

Haruka Isumi: I was also trying to figure out what to do with all those potatoes, so that app came in really handy!

Tsumugi Takanashi: Potatoes?

Haruka Isumi: Yeah, when my members and I did a farm harvest shoot, they gave us a bunch of potatoes

Tsumugi Takanashi:

1) What are you planning to make?

Haruka Isumi: I'm planning to make buttered potatoes. They're easy to make — you just have to boil them. Plus, I always end up buying them at food stalls. Touma loves them too; so much that he always searches for buttered potato stalls first lol

2) What dish are you good at making?

Haruka Isumi: Probably fluffy rolled omelets. Everyone who's tried them says they're delicious. Whenever I bring them in my lunchbox, Yotsuba always takes one lol. I'm also skilled at making rice balls. I've been making them with my grandma since I was little.

3) How was the potato harvest shoot?

Haruka Isumi: The potato Touma was trying to pull out was the only one that wasn't coming out easily for some reason. He exerted so much force that he stumbled backward. It turned out there were a ton of potatoes under there lol. We were all so amazed lmao

Tsumugi Takanashi: So you're in charge of dinner today!

Haruka Isumi: Yeah, 'cause I'm free from noon onward today. I want to get some chores done too while I'm at it.

Haruka Isumi: Like organizing the storage boxes in the closet to get out my summer clothes.

Haruka Isumi: Even though I said I'd do it, my grandma tries to do it all by herself

Tsumugi Takanashi: She probably wants you to take it easy and rest... > <

Haruka Isumi: She shouldn't worry about stuff like that. She has a bad back, so she should just leave it to me

Tsumugi Takanashi: You're truly kind, Isumi-san.

Haruka Isumi: Not really, isn't this is normal?

Haruka Isumi: Besides, I was already planning on organizing things because a shipment from the agency is arriving soon

Tsumugi Takanashi: Could it be fan letters?

Haruka Isumi: Yup, I always look forward to reading them

Haruka Isumi: Since the broadcast of "Welcome to the Kids Room," I've been getting sent a lot of T-kun merch too

Tsumugi Takanashi: The Gao Gao Saurus photo, right? You looked so happy showing T-kun to the camera! It was very memorable!

Tsumugi Takanashi:

Haruka Isumi: Wow

Haruka Isumi: Why do you remember that so well

Tsumugi Takanashi: It was very cute...! I understand why fans want to send you T-kun

Haruka Isumi: I'm not a kid, so I don't play with T-kun anymore, but when I think about how they chose it specially for me, it makes me want to cherish it

Haruka Isumi: The fans always put in a ton of thought for us

Haruka Isumi: The other day, during a variety show where we showed our personal items, Touma had a Haniwa keychain [1]

Haruka Isumi: Now he's been getting sent a lot of Haniwa goods from fans

Tsumugi Takanashi: Does Inumaru-san like Haniwa?

Haruka Isumi: No, he just picked up the keychain from a game center on a whim one day on his way back home because he thought its face looked funny when he saw it

Haruka Isumi: He didn't even really talk about it; it was shown just for a split second, but apparently many fans still noticed it

Tsumugi Takanashi: That's amazing...!

Tsumugi Takanashi: So does that mean Inumaru-san's house is currently filled with Haniwa?

Haruka Isumi: They're all lined up in his entrance lmaooo

Haruka Isumi: When I visited him recently, there were some that moved in response to sound, and it seriously freaked me out!

Tsumugi Takanashi: Ah, those toys! The ones that mimic sounds while dancing, right?

Haruka Isumi: Yeah, those!!!

Haruka Isumi: When I said "excuse me," one started moving, then they all started moving in reaction lmaooo

Tsumugi Takanashi: That must have been really surprising...!

Haruka Isumi: I tried to turn them off in a hurry, but they fell over like dominoes lmao

Tsumugi Takanashi:

Haruka Isumi: Touma sucks at tidying up. He should organize his stuff a bit more

Haruka Isumi: Though I'm not really one to say

Tsumugi Takanashi: It must be tough with everything piling up like that > < The IDOLiSH7 members also have their own storage tricks...!

Haruka Isumi: I need to figure something out too

Haruka Isumi: Even when I try to organize my old toys, I can't bring myself to throw them away

Tsumugi Takanashi: I understand, it's hard to part with things you have an attachment to...!

Tsumugi Takanashi: When I was little, I named all my stuffed animals, so it was even harder to say goodbye to them > <

Haruka Isumi: What names did you give them?

Tsumugi Takanashi: Usa-chan, Nyan-chan, and Poko-chan!

Haruka Isumi: Hold on

Haruka Isumi: I get the rabbit and the cat, but what is Poko-chan?

Tsumugi Takanashi: A raccoon dog!

Haruka Isumi: Oh, because of "Pom Poko" [2]

Tsumugi Takanashi:

End of Part 2.

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[1] Haniwa: Simple, terracotta clay figures shaped like humans, animals, and objects. They were made in ancient Japan, typically during the Kofun period.

[2] Pom Poko: A Studio Ghibli animated film from 1994 featuring tanuki (Japanese raccoon dogs).

[sangheilihoes]

I'm Sorry

Warnings: Rape, yandere!Haytham, obsession at first sight. Dead Dove. Do Not Eat.

❣️ @wyyvernn @ladysaturnsdust @psybrepunk @bloodhaven99 @heiress-prime @haytham-loves-chocolate @konnisart @bookworm-with-coffee @demigoddessqueens @memoriesofafallen @amefuyuu @anli-rambles @grandmaster-haytham-kenway @dairsmuids ❣️

A/N: This one is dark guys so please heed the warning. Also I plan on having another ending to this, a sweeter one.

When you met him, he was charming, charismatic and handsome but for whatever reason, you felt creeped out. There were no red flags that you had noticed, it was more his aura, like he was dangerous and it made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. He obviously was in a place of power, his attitude, how he dressed, the men around him and how they listened intently to whatever he was talking about, you may have even heard one of them refer to him as “Grandmaster”. What you failed to notice was his glances toward you and how he held his mug just a little bit tighter, his knuckles going white. You also failed to notice him following you out of the pub, keeping his distance while following you.

He contemplated not going through with his dark thoughts, dragging you into a secluded spot, ripping your clothes off, sliding his c-

He shook his head, trying desperately to rid himself of his depraved thoughts but he kept trailing behind you, now speeding up.

“Excuse me, miss?” A voice calls out to you, startled, you turned around to see the man from the pub again. “Yes, can I help you?” you ask, wary of him automatically, your hairs standing up again, this isn't right you think to yourself.

“I apologize for scaring you, it was not my intention.” He extends his hand out to you with a smile “The names Haytham Kenway.” You hesitantly put your hand out to shake his, he takes it, bringing it up to his face, giving the top a chaste kiss, you yank away, wrapping your arms around your torso, almost as if your trying to protect yourself.

“Y/N. What do you want?”

“I simply was going to escort you back to your place, if you wish, I witnessed some of the other men in the pub staring and I didn’t want any of them to follow you.” Haytham lies, he was the one staring and he’s the only one following you

“I appreciate the concern but I’m almost home, just another block or two away.”

“Please, I insist!”

“No!” You flatly tell him, turning around to walk away, quickly.

You didn’t get 5 steps away before you felt a hand go over your mouth, Haytham’s other hand grabbing your wrists with alarming strength, preventing you from fighting or screaming.

“You could have made this easier on yourself but no, you just needed to have an attitude toward someone who was just trying to help. But if you don’t struggle much, I’ll be nice and won’t hurt you, too much.”

You felt your feet lift off the ground as he picked you up, taking you away further away from your home, from safety.

“I will say, I like a feisty woman, makes me want you that much more.” You felt your heart sink, he wasn’t thinking of raping you, was he? You thought as the panic rose even more.

It suddenly got dark, too dark as Haytham stepped into an alleyway, the lights illuminating the summer night becoming more faded as he turned a corner to a dead end where two barrels sat.

“I am going to let you go, if you try to fight, I won’t hesitate to hurt you, darling but if you cooperate, I’ll be done and let you go, do we have a deal?” You nodded frantically

He released you from his grasp and you went for the barrels, trying to keep distance from Haytham. Even in the dark, you could see his once gray-blue eyes going dark as he looked you up and down.

“I want you to strip, and I’m not asking.”

“Haytham, Sir, please, I’m begging you, please please please don’t do this pl-”

“I. Said. Strip. Now!” He interrupted you, closing the space between you both a little bit

“No! I don’t want to, please.” The tears started flowing down your face

“Fine. Then I will.” He closed the space completely, pinning you against the barrels. His hand came up, a blade unsheathing from the wrist.

Taking your clothing in his other hand, the blade went through the fabric effortlessly, the cool air hitting your bare skin.

“Y/N, please, don’t cry, all I want is to feel you for a few minutes. You brought this upon yourself after all, the way you were dressed… tantalized me.”

Forcing you to sit on the barrel, he then cut your panties off and gripped your knees, spreading your legs open, your pussy exposed to him

“My god, you look delicious.” He dipped his head down, his tongue licking you making you jolt in your place. “Tasty..” He voice lowly whispers.

He started rustling with his breeches, his cock popping out, hard and dripping wet. Your eyes widened, “Nononononono no please I’m begging you please stop I can’t take that please don’t do this!” His only response was to look you in the eye and bring up a finger to his lips, a quiet “shh” coming out. Stroking himself, he lined up to your hole and slowly pushed in, stretching you open with his thick cock. You tried to cry out but a hand covered your mouth, tears streaming down your cheeks

“F-FUCK! You feel so good, so tight, wet, perfect. I want to ruin you for any other man, stretch your cunt to fit me and only me, my beautiful Y/N, such a whore, begging to be fucked, to be ruined, just look at you.”

You were full on sobbing at this point, you begged him to stop even with his hand over your mouth. You felt so stretched and full, you couldn’t help but feel pleasure. It was only your body but you felt betrayed. Why did your body like this? You still fruitlessly tried to fight back but Haytham was too strong, keeping you pinned, your back against the wall, sat on the barrels with your legs wide open. He leaned into you, nearly folding your body. His hot breath was now on your neck, his panting accompanied with curses and your name spilling out of his mouth.

“Maybe… maybe I’ll take you home, to keep you, to use you whenever I desire.” You shook your head, your fear spiking more than you thought possible. “Oh, don’t be scared, I won’t hurt you much, I think you’d be a perfect cock sleeve for me. And you’ll live a life of luxury, you should be honored.”

The mere thought of having you all to himself was almost too much, his cock started to throb as he got closer to his edge. His thrusts became more frantic, his panting turning into moans.

“I’m close, I’m so close. And you’re going to take my entire seed. I’m going to fill you, get you home and do this all over again until I can’t anymore. So perfect for me.”

You felt an orgasm quickly approaching, you tried to fight it but it was hopeless, despite your mind, you convulsed around him, your body shaking. He gave slow, hard, deep thrusts as his own climax hit him. Burying himself in you, he filled you to the brim with his load.

There was little relief as he finally pulled out, his cum leaking out of your pussy. “I was serious about taking you home.” Was all he said. You wanted to fight back, to run, to wash him off of you until your skin turned red but you knew that was hopeless, he had power and could find you easily and possibly kill you. All you could do now was pray and find a way to escape but not today.

[tired-biscuit]

thank u for the clarification!!

(reader is 18+) (innocent reader)

Stepdad!Kiba who cries with you at your mother’s funeral, Holding you close to his warm chest as tears stream down your face and onto his shirt. (Cries, But just a way of making sure his image isn’t affected❤️)

Stepdad!Kiba who moves you guys out to the countryside, A cozy little cabin, Far from any other people, Nearest farmer’s market is 50 minutes away by foot, Your room is also conveniently without an A/C, Oh well, You have your daddy to keep you warm <3

Stepdad!Kiba who makes breakfast in nothing but a pair of boxers, Every muscle and scar just right there, Kisses your forehead roughly and pulls you uncomfortably close, Chest to chest.

Stepdad!Kiba who takes up drinking as a hobby, Holds you close and tells you stories from when he was younger, Whiskey on his breath having an effect that it shouldn’t have on you.. <3

~~NSFW~~

Stepdad!Kiba who makes you help unpack, Box after box until you find his box of.. fleshlights, All of them are extra large and look very, very worn, Chuckles at you when you shove them into his arms and ask what they are, “Y’know, I’d really prefer to give a live demonstration.”

Stepdad!Kiba who secretly starts throwing your clothes away, Acting clueless when all you have left is some lingerie you didn’t even know you had, Gives you some of his old t-shirts, Fucks his fist raw to the thought of you roaming around in his shirt and with easy access to your pussy. <3

Stepdad!Kiba who starts walking around naked, His greek god body and cock all out to see, Who’s excuse is that he’s the man of the house, All he needs is a woman. (soon to be you.)

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AHAHAHAHAHGSGSSGSGSGSG im sorry im no good with fully-fleged smut scenes :(

cw: stepcest // fem!reader, 18+ mdni

OH MY GODDDDD ANON, HE'S SO FUCKED UP I LOVE THE DIRECTION YOU PICKED; I COULD KISS U RN U DID PERFECT

if anything gets me going, it's age gap AND corruption with this mf. i just know he'd use you completely the moment he'd manipulate you into things you're not completely sure about, because he's one fuckin greedy bastard. but he's the authoritative figure, too, right? he knows what's best for you, surely he does?

you're thinking he's doing what's best for you, when all he can think about is ruining your young, inexperienced body and taking complete control over your equally as young, inexperienced life.

he doesn't let you bring any boys to the house; he says he's just keeping you from getting hurt because they all want one thing, and it's most definitely not theirs to have when he's around. so protective; your big, strong stepdaddy is even nice enough to watch over you through the night by making you share a bed with him and keeping you firmly wrapped in his tight embrace, no matter that all of your clothes are discarded on the floor because of how hot the summer nights can get.

if you behave, he even whispers into your ear; lips touching your earlobe and occasionally dipping to that sweetspot on your neck that makes you want to whine and squirm as he tells you all about his day he never brings you along to experience.

but no matter, what's important is that he just makes you feel so good. always pampers you and spoils you, runs his fingers through your hair and calls you sweet pet names you physically preen at. feeds off of the tension he brings between you. pushes the limits of moral reasoning.

especially when you decide to be a good girl for him and end up sinking to your knees and taking his fat cock down your throat when he comes home tired from work and needs something to cheer him up so, so bad.

but he's insatiable, so he decides that he's gonna make you his fully. some first time, sort of lousy bj isn't enough, no matter how cute you look with your mouth stuffed full of his cock. he needs to see you cry from how big he feels in your tiny, soft virgin cunt to be truly satisfied. to hear you squeal out his name, at which he demands that you call him daddy instead because he's just that. your daddy.

and you do, ofc. you do anything your daddy demands of you (he asks so nicely after all, even tho he's already manhandling you into position even before receiving an answer.)

if he's always there for you, the least you can do is be there for him <3

ALSO NOT HIM FUCKING HIS FIST AFTER SEEING US IN HIS CLOTHES, I WILL GO INSANE FROM HOW HOT HE IS BYE

[uramilf]

NEED a sub george smut more than i need air at this point like i need some borderline dominatrix shit

Takeover

Sub!George Daniel x reader smut

A/N: Sorry this took so long!! Hope you enjoy, I tried my best :))

Warnings: SMUT. Dom!reader, oral (f&m receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, light bondage and slapping

If there was one thing George was good at, it was taking care of you in the bedroom. He was always in charge, guiding you, making sure you were enjoying your time together. However, on a hot summers day when you were awaiting his return from the end of a tour leg, your views on this changed slightly.

A new erotic novel was open in your lap, one where the female lead was completely dominant during sex. At first you had found the idea of George being even slightly submissive kind of funny. He was huge, much taller than you, stronger. Everything about him made him the perfect dom, from his sheer size, to his deep, commanding voice, to his ability to get you to do anything he wanted. After reading a few chapters of your new book, you realised that perhaps it wasn’t so ridiculous after all.

You looked at the clock, realising you still had a few hours until George would be home from the airport. First, you hopped in the car and drove to the nearest shopping centre, finding the lingerie store. You needed something to make him absolutely give into your every command. After a quick browse, you purchased a matching black lacy bra and thong, knowing how good you looked in the colour. You also picked up some sheer black stockings with lace at the top and a garter belt to attach to them. You paid and left quickly, anxious to try them on at home.

Once you had pulled into the driveway, your phone rang with a call from your boyfriend.

“Hey darling, we’ve just landed. I’ll see you in an hour, okay?”

“Ok baby, I can’t wait. Are you bringing any of the boys round or are they all going straight home?”

“Nah love, they all want to get home to their own beds. Besides, I need to have my girl all to myself tonight.”

“Sounds good. Oh, George? I have a little surprise for you when you get home.”

George expressed his excitement and told you he love you, hanging up so he could go find his suitcase. With the reassurance that Matty wouldn’t land through the door to catch you in your underwear (which has definitely happened before), you let yourself in and tan upstairs to change quickly. Stripping off your clothes and pulling the new lingerie from the bag, you began pulling on the thong and stockings, clipping them to the garter belt, clasping the bra. Your tits were spilling out at the top in a way that turned you on almost immediately, your nipples showing through the lace. You decided to fix your hair and throw on some light makeup to make you look effortlessly perfect, although George always saw perfection when he looked at you. By the time you were done, you could hear his car pulling into the driveway.

You chewed your lip in anticipation as he opened the door and shouted your name.

“Y/N, baby, I’m home!”

“I’m up here!” You responded simply.

Heavy footsteps bounded up the stairs and your bedroom door swung open. George ran straight to you, pulling you into his arms and picking you up, breathing in your scent and placing endless kisses everywhere he could reach. When he eventually placed you back down, he properly took in the sight of you.

“Fuck, Y/N, baby, you look incredible,” he breathed. He immediately went to grab your hips and kiss you, but you stopped him.

“Y/N? What’s wrong baby?”

“This is your surprise, George. I’ve missed you so much, and I’ve thought about nothing else since you left.”

“Me too, darling, but what’s up? Am I going to fast for you? If you want to just catch up and talk for a while we can.”

“No, babe, you’re not doing anything wrong. But I’ve been thinking a lot about it, and I wanna be in charge tonight. You’ve been working so hard and you must be exhausted, I wanna take care of you for once, if that’s ok.”

George’s pupils dilated and his eyes filled with lust. He was looking at you with complete adoration.

“Surprise, I guess,” you giggled.

George didn’t hesitate to agree with you, admitting that he had wanted you to dom him for a while, but didn’t think you’d be interested.

“So why are you still standing there looking at me, babe? Go strip and lie down.”

He immediately complied, practically tearing off his shirt and yanking his jeans down. You approached him and smiled.

“Good boy, George,” you said, pressing your hands to his bare chest, feeling his heart thump beneath your palms. You pushed him onto the bed and he wriggled around until he was lying flat, propped up on his elbows.

“Since you were so impatient when you got home, you can fucking well wait for me.”

A moan left his lips and he grew harder in his grey boxers. You began rummaging through the drawer next to the bed, searching for the vibrator which had gotten you through six long weeks of no George. You also undid your garter belt, removing it and the lace thong, but leaving the stockings. His eyes widened and he groaned, “Holy shit.”

You clambered over him on the bed, being sure to give him a full view of your tits. He raised his arms to touch them, but you slapped his hand away.

“Did I say you could touch me, George?”

“No,” he almost whimpered, swallowing hard.

“No, I didn’t. Don’t make me tie you up.”

He nodded, throwing his head back as you straddled his thighs, far enough down his legs that you weren’t touching his cock at all. You switched the vibrator on, placing it gently on your clit. You began to moan loudly, not paying him any attention at all. You could feel George’s eyes burning into you, watching your cunt as you pleasured yourself, your head thrown back in ecstasy. He reached up and took hold of your waist, pulling you closer to him until you were straddling his waist, your ass pressing against his hard cock.

“What did I just say?” you snapped.

“I’m sorry,” George whimpered, trying to thrust his hips up to meet your naked cunt. You climbed off him and went to the wardrobe, grabbing one of George’s black ties before returning to him and taking hold of his wrists, pinning them above his head and tying them tightly to the headboard.

“Too tight?”

George smirked. “Perfect.”

You got back onto the bed, settling yourself between George’s long muscular legs. You hooked your thumbs into the waistband of his grey boxers.

“I’m gonna take these off now, ok?”

“Please,” he panted. You pulled them down, his cock springing out. He was fully hard and already dripping precum. You pressed a kiss to his sharp jawline, making him moan.

“I haven’t even touched you yet,” you whispered.

“Please baby, please fuck me.”

“No way, not that quickly. You’re gonna learn to be patient like a good boy, ok?”

“Ok, I will baby.”

“In fact, I think you should thank me for looking after you,” you smirked. “Maybe if you do it well enough, you’ll get what you want.”

George tried to steady his breathing before panting, “thank you Y/N, you’re so good to me babe, thank you, I love you so much.”

You were satisfied with his response and decided to reward him. You reached behind you to unhook your bra, sliding it off your arms and throwing it behind you. George’s cock twitched under you and he groaned.

“Why don’t you tell me what you thought of my new outfit baby?”

“Fuck, you looked incredible in that Y/N, but you look even better like this.”

“Thank you, baby. Just for being so sweet, I’m going to reward you.”

You shuffled further down the bed until you were back between George’s legs, taking his thick length in your hand. He was whimpering before you had even started to move, and you looked up to meet his eyes.

“I’ll touch you as much as you want baby, as long as you keep telling me how much you need it.”

“I need it Y/N, please, please, I need you so badly.” You accepted his reply and started to pump your hand slowly up and down him. He moaned under your gentle touch, head thrown back.

“Eyes on me, babe. Do you think I look pretty with my hand around your cock?”

“Fuck yes, you’re so pretty, always so gorgeous,” he panted. You sped up, sliding your hand all the way from base to tip.

“Keep going, baby boy. I wanna hear you.”

“Fuck, please, please, I need more of you. You’re so beautiful, feels so good.”

His eyes were tightly shut now, his mouth hanging open in ecstasy. You kept stoking up and down, alternating between fast and slow. George couldn’t contain his moans and whimpers, trying to catch his breath to beg for more.

You could feel him getting closer, so you slowed down. He cried out in frustration. “Beg for it baby,” you commanded.

“Please, please, Y/N, I need to cum. Please let me cum. I’m so close.”

You complied and sped back up, continuing to stroke his cock with your right hand whilst running the nails on your left hand up and down his toned stomach. He practically screamed your name as he came, white ropes of cum shooting across his stomach, some dripping down your hand. You caught it with your tongue before kissing George deeply, letting him taste himself on your tongue. Next you lowered your head to his stomach and licked up whatever was left, showing it to him on your tongue before swallowing and kissing him again. You let your tongue slip into his mouth, your hands resting on his biceps, arms still raised above his head. You continued to kiss him as you untied his wrists, allowing his hands to fall back to his sides.

George tried to place his wandering hands on your waist again. You broke the kiss, slapping his cheek lightly before grabbing his jaw and forcing him to look you in the eyes. “I thought you could control yourself if I untied you, but apparently not. Wait until I tell you, George.”

He nodded, still breathless from his orgasm.

“You’re gonna make me feel good now, ok?”

“Yes baby, I’ll do anything you want.”

“Good boy.”

You climbed towards the top of the best where his head rested, his eyes widening in delight as you straddled his face. You lowered yourself down onto his waiting mouth, tongue flicking out to lick over your clit. He started to suck gently, pulling soft moans from your lips. “You’re doing so good for me baby. Keep going, darling, right there.”

George was moaning too, his deep voice vibrating against your clit. His tongue travelled down and started to lap up your wetness, and eventually slipping into you. You were almost screaming in pleasure as you started to grind your hips against his face, your clit bumping gently off his nose now adding to the sensation. His tongue continued to thrust in and out, hitting just the right spot, bringing you close to your release. He moved back up to suck on your clit until you fell apart on his tongue, still moving your hips against his face, hands clutching at his biceps. You gently moved back down to straddle his hips.

“Was that ok, babe?”

“More than ok, baby. You did so good for me baby. I think you need to be rewarded.”

George grinned under you. He had already grown hard again from eating you out, and was waiting patiently for you to recover. When you were ready, you sank down onto his cock and you both moaned at the feeling. He filled you up perfectly, his tip brushing at your g-spot with every slight movement. You began to grind your hips against his, before bouncing on his dick.

“Fuck, George!” you moaned, and he took hold of your hips to guide you. He couldn’t help but take some control, even when you were riding him.

“Yes baby, you’re looking after me so well, fuck Y/N,” he whimpered, staring into your eyes with lust in his own. He begged you to keep going, although you had no intention of stopping. Your hands clutched at his arms, clawing his shoulders, moving to rest on his chest to steady yourself. You were both nearing the edge, George starting to thrust his hips upwards, chasing his release. You clenched around him as you came, collapsing forward so your chests were pushed together. George came shortly after, his hot cum filling you up with a scream of your name. When you eventually found the energy to lift yourself off him, you felt his cum trickle down your thigh and George raised a finger to your leg to catch it. He raised his hand to your mouth and you took his finger into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it to clean it of his release.

You flopped down beside George, nuzzling your face into his neck. He took you into his big arms and rubbed your back gently, thanking you and praising you for looking after him so well.

“So you wouldn’t mind doing that again then?”

“Absolutely, Y/N, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. You’re so perfect in everything that you do, this couldn’t have been any different.”

“Ok good. I was scared you would hate it.”

“Are you joking, darling? You’re incredible.”

George pressed a kiss onto your forehead and pulled you closer to him, whispering to you and gently stroking your arm until you fell asleep.

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A/N: pov me when I don’t proofread lol

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mixtape #17: track 1. with you, i'd dance in a storm | choi seungcheol / s.coups

word count ꕤ 4.6k pairing ꕤ seventeen's choi seungcheol / s.coups x female reader

tags and warnings ꕤ childhood friends to lovers!au, brother's best friend!au, just straight fluff, basically no plot just fluff

songspo ꕤ fearless [fearless taylor's version] synopsis ꕤ he's the typical boy next door; the one your mother would dream that you would end up with from the moment he helps you up after falling off the new bike you were yet to learn to ride. you wish you'd end up with him too, but you're separated by hundreds of miles for college and the first summer back will also be one of new experiences with a familiar face.

author's note ꕤ i'm so sorry it took me so long to get another part out :( i'm back at school and it's taking up so much of my time but i really want to keep writing, so i will try my best! this, however, is not my best work but i really just wanted to get something out. nonetheless, i hope you enjoy :)

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You haven't been home in almost a whole year; expensive train tickets and your parents' desire to come to see you instead preventing you from returning even for the national holidays. At the end of your first year away at college, you had managed to take a leave from your coffee shop job in order to return home for an undefined amount of time before you returned for the fall.

Upon taking your first steps back on home soil, you noted the air smelled cleaner- something you and your lungs so dearly missed in the big city. You were excited to be back with all the memories of all your favourite activities to do in the town flooding your thoughts as you made your way to the exit. It was 8 PM now, but maybe tomorrow you would take a walk along the cliffs and down to the shore to feel the sea breeze on your skin again. Though expansive, the Han river could just not compare to the feeling of the wind and the sounds of the sea crashing onto the rocks.

"Welcome back," a familiar voice snaps you from the plans you were crafting in your head and you were left to face your twin brother. He takes your bags from your grip and opens the back of his truck.

"Jeonghan," you smiled softly. It had been a while since you felt the familiarity this town and the people in it gave you, "I thought Dad was going to pick me up."

"I was already out and about," he shrugged, wrapping you in a warm hug, "How was the trip?"

You clambered into his passenger seat and snort lightly at how the interior hasn't changed; peeling and always cluttered, "It was okay. Had someone sit next to me for half the journey so it was a little bit squished, but otherwise, it was quite quick. My bags were a pain to get on and off the train and around the station."

Jeonghan chuckled, "If I didn't know any better, I would have thought you were moving back. What did you even bring?"

"It's just my clothes and some shoes!" you defended, "To be honest, I might have overpacked."

"Might?" he gave you the side eye before starting the ignition, "Anyway, they're waiting for us to get home. Mom prepared a huge feast; I don't know how we're going to eat all of that!"

"More for us to eat tomorrow as leftovers," you shrugged and placed your head on the cold window, watching the streets that you grew up in. The problem with Seoul was that on most days, you didn't know where you were going. You'd always have to have directions up or look them up beforehand, but in this little town, you could probably navigate from one side to the other blindfolded, "How's your job?"

He sighed softly, "It's okay. A job's a job and at least I'm earning money. It's strange to live like an adult when just one or two years ago, I was running around all crazy. Now I have to think about my job. Like when I make plans, I have to consider that I have to wake up early the next day."

While Jeonghan was your twin brother, it didn't mean that he had to follow your path into Seoul to attend university. He was incredibly smart and was able to find a well-paying apprenticeship in the nearest city, which meant that he was able to come home often- almost every weekend or during the week if he felt particularly homesick.

"Well, it must be nice to have some money you know you worked hard for," you replied, "I know that each day at school is just more debt to my name for future me to clear just for a piece of paper. It's okay, I enjoy it and I've made good friends."

"You need to let me meet your friends!" Jeonghan reminded you of a promise you made a few months ago.

"But you're going to try and date them," you groaned, before noticing that you were already pulling up into your neighbourhood.

"Well, what's wrong with that?" Jeonghan whined, "I'd let you date my friends!"

"Jeonghan," you snapped warningly at him.

"What?" he said innocently, meeting your threatening eyes, "Fine. Fine. I'm sorry for bringing that up. Let's go inside before the food goes cold. I'll take out your suitcases later."

You hopped out of the truck and trudged ahead in front of Jeonghan. Luckily, the door was already open.

"Mom? Dad? I'm home!" you kicked off your shoes like normal, your brain failing to acknowledge the extra pairs of shoes.

"Ah, our favourite daughter," your dad cooed, entering the hallway from the kitchen to engulf you in a hug.

"Your only daughter," Jeonghan huffed behind you, "Your favourite son is also here."

"We see you every weekend, unfortunately," your mother takes you in after your father, "Besides, our other favourite son is here too and we haven't seen him in a year."

At that moment, you don't think your body has ever frozen and shut down like that ever before. You don't even think you blinked at all for a good minute.

Jeonghan's voice went low behind you, "What? What do you mean?"

"We invited the Choi's around!" your mother grinned, "Come and say hello. They've been waiting for you to get back so we can start eating!"

Jeonghan frowned, seeing you still frigid, and he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, gently guiding your feet in the direction of the kitchen, "It's okay. I'm sorry; I didn't know either."

You shook your head to snap yourself out of your trance, "I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"

"Aw, our Y/N!" Mrs. Choi rose from her seat and approached you to give you a hug and a kiss on the cheek, "Look at you! So gorgeous. What happened to you in the city? You've always been beautiful, don't get me wrong, but you look so grown up now!"

You giggled at her compliments, refusing to look past her figure, "I had to find an outlet to relieve my stress! I guess expensive beauty treatments and investing in good products became my retail therapy."

"You must have a boyfriend now, huh?" Mrs. Choi returned back to her seat and Mr. Choi gives you a happy wave.

You take your normal seat around the table, Jeonghan beside you, "No. Not found the right person yet."

You look up and Seungcheol is in front of you. It's weird seeing him again. The only way you can describe it is familiar- just like everything else in this town.

"Hi Y/N," he greeted softly. It's a tone you know too well and it's one just for you.

"Hi, Seungcheol."

"Well, let's eat?" Jeonghan sliced through the tension that never even developed between you and the man in front of you.

Dinner continued without a hitch. Your parents and the Choi's were incredibly talkative and somehow never ran out of topics to converse even after 2 decades of knowing each other and Jeonghan would fill in any gaps and divert any unwanted attention away from you. You spent the dinner looking mostly at your plate or your hands and only answered when you were directed to. It wasn't that Seungcheol's presence made you uncomfortable; it just surprised you. It was only your first day back and you were already being confronted by your previous grievances. Give a girl some time to breathe, would you?

"You children go do whatever," your mother shooed the three of you away once dessert was devoured, "We'll clean up here and crack open a bottle of wine."

"I'm going to get my bags from the trunk," you excused yourself without looking anyone in the eye.

You knew you couldn't make a quick escape as soon as you heard another chair scraping just as you crossed the threshold out of the kitchen. You didn't look back until you were at Jeonghan's truck, propping up the back.

"Let me," Seungcheol nudged your shoulder aside and snakes a grip around your suitcase handles.

"Thanks," you mumbled under your breath, hopefully, loud enough for him to hear.

"Anything for my favourite girl," you could hear a grin in his tone, but your breath hitched at the unexpected endearment, "How is my favourite girl, by the way?"

"I'm okay. School is school. The city is big," you answered reluctantly, "Am I still your favourite girl?"

"You'll always be my favourite girl," he replied nonchalantly, "Ever since you were 7 and stumbling off a bike."

"We're not all prodigies learning to ride a bike at 5 like you," you huffed, fighting the urge to smile at the fond memory.

"I was talented, wasn't I?" he chucked to himself while you shut the trunk door. He was lifting your two suitcases while you had managed to fight for custody over your duffle bag that he had also insisted he could carry.

While walking past your living room, you had noticed Jeonghan on the couch with a quirked eyebrow and you pieced together that he was once again scheming and probably made an executive decision not to follow Seungcheol out. You gave him a pointed stare and he pretended that the painting above the fireplace was the most interesting in the world and as if it hadn't been there his entire lifetime.

Seungcheol managed to wrestle your suitcases up the stairs and into your room which had been untouched for a year for the most part. All your mother did was dust the surfaces every month or so when the dust began to settle and form a coat.

"Ah, still the same," you muttered to yourself in reminiscing.

"The most Y/N place in this world," Seungcheol smiled, looking at all of your decorations on the walls. He had been in your room a few times before, less and less as the three of you grew up, but the picture of your room had begun to fade in his mind over time.

"You can just leave my bags there on the floor," you called over to him, "I'm a bit tired, so I might just unpack. You can catch up with Hannie downstairs if you want."

You're not dumb; you know that Seungcheol and Jeonghan have been in contact the past year that the three of you have been apart. However, you weren't at all prepared to see Seungcheol so soon and you were yet to gather your feelings and solidify an action plan on how to deal with him this summer.

He picked up on your tone, "Okay. It was good to see you again, Y/N. I'll talk to you soon?"

You gave him a tight-lipped smile, "Sure. You too, Seungcheol."

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The next morning was a little strange for you. You had expected to wake up in your 14th-floor apartment bedroom, but instead, you were greeted with baby pink walls and posters of age-old boy bands plastering the walls. You should take those down soon, you note to yourself. Nonetheless, it's a nice feeling to wake up in your cozy bed and the bustle of your parents and brother downstairs making breakfast on a Sunday morning is a comforting presence.

You did your normal morning routine and changed into attire appropriate for long walks on the beach before emerging downstairs.

"How was your sleep, honey?" your mother placed a cup of coffee in front of you, just the way you liked it.

"It was good. Strange to wake up here again," you laughed, voice still groggy, "What are you doing up so early?"

"Cheol and I are going down to the pier," Jeonghan said, "Wanna join?"

"Nah, wouldn't want to interrupt your little date," you teased, "I'm going to go to the beach too."

"You're so annoying," he looked at your arm while rolling his eyes, "Do you wanna just catch a ride with us then in the truck? We can leave whenever you want; Cheol's on the porch."

"Why didn't you invite him in?"

"I was about to head out, but we can wait?" Jeonghan explained.

You pondered on the choice; would you rather sit in a car with Seungcheol for less than 5 minutes and save the walk down to the beach or curse yourself to walking all that way when all you were going to do on the stretch of coast was walk anyway?

"Okay, let me just finish my coffee," you nodded to your half-full mug, "Go wait outside."

He whined a little, telling you to hurry up, but following your order nonetheless as he slung his belt bag across his torso. Your mother hums a tune as she takes the seat across from you with a full breakfast spread in front of her. She let you steal a piece of bacon from her plate before she raised that mischievous eyebrow at you.

"What?" you squinted your eyes at her. 

"The summer fairground is up for a few more days. You and Seungcheol should go soon."

"Mother!" you wailed, "I know what you're doing!"

"I'm not doing anything," she smiled innocently, "You and Seungcheol have always loved going to the fairground. You haven't missed it your whole life and we've all been a few times, so make sure you invite him, okay? Otherwise, I'll tell him myself."

You just rolled your eyes and washed up your now-empty coffee cup, "I'll see you later. Should we be back for lunch?"

"My baby still wants her mother to make her food, aw," your mother cooed, dropping a kiss on your cheek as you stomped out, "But it's okay if you find other plans- if you know what I mean."

With another groan, you opened and slammed the door behind you, forgetting the two boys sat on the bench on the porch waiting for you.

"9 AM and already so grumpy?" Seungcheol chuckled from beside you, "Some things never change."

You had jumped from his sudden presence but began to relax as the sun bathed over your body as you walked out to the car, "I'm not grumpy. Maybe you're just too happy for 9 in the morning."

"What's wrong with that, sunshine?" he retorted, getting in the passenger seat of Jeonghan's truck. 

It felt nostalgic- the three of you in one car, with Jeonghan and Seungcheol bickering in the front and you in the back staring out of the window and lost in a daze. Ever since Seungcheol got his licence first, your favourite activities changed from bus hopping and cycling through the towns to road trips in the surrounding area. 

"What are you going to do at the beach?" Seunghceol's head was leaning against the window.

"Just walk around for a bit. Maybe get some ice cream. Haven't been here for a year so I miss it," you hummed.

"It misses you too."

"Dude," Jeonghan gave his best friend a puzzled look.

Seungcheol cleared his throat, "I was just saying the seafront businesses probably miss their economy booster back there."

"It's not my fault that the food there is amazing. We all know it!" the two of them hummed along with you in agreement. 

The rest of the short car ride was spent mainly in conversational silence, listening to the local news on the radio. Jeonghan quickly parked up and soon enough, you were parting ways with them.

Long walks on the beach left you a lot of time with your own thoughts, which were exceptionally busy the last day or so considering the return of certain people in your life. 

Choi Seungcheol had always and forever been your brother's best friend. They met in the sandbox in kindergarten and had been attached at the hip ever since. But if Jeonghan was an extension of you, and you of him, what should Choi Seungcheol have been to you? 

For a while, he felt like your brother too- protecting you from taunts and teases growing up in school and pushing you on your bike around the field when you were learning. Jeonghan had been your evil twin and Seungcheol had been your protective one. 

Your relationship with the boy next door probably started changing in high school. Boys, drama, school - it was all just a blur to you, but Choi Seungcheol was always a presence in your life. He chased away the boys that intended to break your heart and would walk you home in the winter months when it was dark by 3 pm and Jeonghan was training in every sport the school had to offer. It was Choi Seungcheol that would bring you snacks during your intense exam periods and he would sit and study with you and motivate you. At first, you thought he was just continuing his brotherly role, and maybe he was, but teenage you began to see it differently. It was the compliments, the umbrella sharing, the jacket-lending; your relationship had changed. 

And then the end of senior year came and he had smiled next to you, an arm around your shoulders as you posed in your gowns in front of your proud parents at graduation. And then he was miles and miles away from you, instead of being right next door. 

Before you know it, your legs had taken you to your favorite ice cream shop a considerable walk from where you were dropped off and you couldn't help but get your favourite flavour and wallow some more in your thoughts. The shop was pretty busy with tourists this time of year, but you were always glad to see the business booming. You had smiled gratefully at the cashier working today- a friend of yours named Chan- who gave you an extra scoop of ice cream. 

You had no idea what to do. You were going to be home for an extended amount of time. How could you be around Seungcheol while your heart tortured you?

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"Sunshine," your window was wide open, the breeze flowing pleasantly into your room as you read on your bed, "Y/N!"

You wrestled the smile off your face as you poked your head out of the window, "You can just text, you know that right?"

"Where's the fun in that?" his smiling face was already sticking out of his window.

"What do you want?"

"What are you doing today? I'm bored already. Jeonghan's at work, right?"

"Yeah, he is. Maybe you should get a summer job, how about that?" you teased, "Anyway, I'm not doing anything. Just reading."

"I work all year at college; why would I make myself suffer here at home too?" he said, "Do you want to go to the fair? My mom said that it's getting taken down soon."

You glanced up at the sky, washed in a layer of light grey, "I don't know; it might rain, right?"

"Oh well. Summer rain is fun. We'll be quick, yeah? Maybe we'll miss it," his tone was practically pleading and it took everything in you to giggle at his adorable traits.

"Fine. I'll be out in like 20 minutes," you rolled your eyes playfully, secretly delighted that Seungcheol had been the one to ask you to go instead of the other way around. 

Less than half an hour later, the two of you were buying your tickets to get around the fairground and Seungcheol was basically brushing shoulders with you.

"I love the fairground," Seungcheol mumbled happily next to you, eyes scanning the rides.

"Should we do our usual plan? Bumper cars, Waltzer, swings, rollercoasters, and then Ferris wheel?" you recalled the route you usually took around the park.

"Of course. It's the best-devised plan and it always will be," Seungcheol's hand snakes around your wrist as he dragged you towards the bumper cars and you just have to pretend that it's not setting off the butterflies that have been caged away for a year, "Don't worry. I'll still hold your hand on the rollercoasters if you want."

The two of you are too busy with the adrenaline rush you're getting on the rides to even make substantial conversation about anything other than how fun or bad the ride you just went on was. You had stopped for some classic cotton candy, churros, and drinks, but even then, you were scoffing them down in order to get to the biggest rollercoaster before the rain hit the ground. 

"I think it's raining now," you sighed as you looked up at the darkened sky.

"It's okay, we're done with all the rides now, right? Just the Ferris wheel left and it's covered carriages, so that's good. Let's go," Seungcheol urged you toward the middle of the fair. The Ferris wheel was your favourite attraction- it gave you an amazing view of your seaside town and you could see for miles and miles out to sea from the top.

The line was fairly short, considering the weather, but Seugncheol had opened up an umbrella above the two of you. Clambering into the carriage, you found it strange how Seungcheol had opted to sit squished next to you instead of across from you. You found it even weirder when he pried your fingers apart to slot his own in between them.

"Cheol? This is not a rollercoaster," you murmured shyly as the wheel began turning slowly.

"I know," he was looking out of the window already, "It's just nice though, isn't it?"

Your heart melted and sank at the same time, "Cheol..."

"We don't have to talk about it," Seungcheol uttered, a sigh filling up the silence as he squeezed your hand in his.

Your heart was beating faster. Choi Seungcheol was holding your hand while bundled up together on the Ferris wheel and you had no idea how to react. The rain intensified slightly and you could now hear the pitter-patter on the glass. 

"We have to talk about it," you began quietly, "While we were away, I missed you so much. It would hurt more if you gave me even more of a reason to miss you."

He finally peeled his eyes away from the rising landscape and met yours with softness in his eyes, "Being apart for a whole year made me realise how much I need you in my life. It was practically torture to not talk to you, but I wanted to let you have the space to grow into yourself at college. You know how I feel about you, but if nothing else, I'd rather keep you in my life as my best friend than not have you in it at all."

You sighed, your memories taking you back to the night of graduation- you, Seungcheol, his car, and whispered confessions between the two of you. What you couldn't forget was the pain that came after the confession on the realisation that college was just around the corner and you couldn't head into an unknown territory with a newfound relationship. You trusted Seungcheol with your whole life- if someone had thrown you off a cliff, it would be Seungcheol you'd trust to figure out a way to stop time and catch you at the bottom- but you didn't know Seungcheol in a relationship and everything was too risky. 

You had a lot of regrets in your life. Maybe that night was one of them.

"You still feel that way?" you asked quietly. The Ferris wheel was on its descent and you didn't even have the chance to admire the view at the top.

"I knew my feelings wouldn't change. I've always felt this way," Seungcheol's palm in yours was beginning to get clammy, "Sunshine, just give me this summer. I'll prove to you that this is worth it. That we're worth fighting for."

You know that funny feeling in your stomach when you're dropping from height quite fast and then you feel a surge of adrenaline coursing through your veins as you raise back up? Looking into Seungcheol's hopeful eyes felt a bit like that. The leaping head first into this risk is the nerve-racking part- that stomach-dropping feeling on a roller coaster, but you know that Seungcheol is the only person in this world that could take you to greater heights than your eyes could fathom. 

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It was Friday. You loved Fridays as intensely as you hated Sundays. 

Fridays could be described as full of excitement. Saturdays were filled with warmth. Sundays dripped in longing. 

There's a familiar and comforting grin on Seungcheol's face as he walks towards you. Even though it's raining pretty heavily and all you're protected by is this bus shelter, he would never let the weather ruin the mood of Fridays.

He takes you into his arms and you melt into his embrace as he hums into your ear, "How's my favourite girl?"

"Hanging in there," you plant your lips where his jaw meets his neck, "I missed you."

"I always miss you, Sunshine," his arms are still around you and the two of you are swaying slightly under the rain. Does this count as dancing in the rain?

There's no duffel bag strapped around Seungcheol these days when he gets off the bus or the train, only a small backpack. There's a drawer in your dorm room dedicated just for him, to make it easier when he came almost every other Friday. It's only fair since you have a drawer and a section in his bathroom cabinet for when you go to him the alternate Fridays. 

Friday was exciting because the two of you could feel each other again after the week without each other. Sure, it was a bit expensive to travel between the two cities, but both of you worked in the evenings during the week and you had been getting by. Sundays were the worst because the goodbyes never got any easier. 

"It's almost summer again soon. We'll be at home together," you sighed dreamily, as he slipped his fingers in between yours and began leading the way back to your dorm.

"And then it's almost our anniversary," Seungcheol reminded you as if you would ever forget when the man of your dreams finally became yours.

"The year's actually gone by so fast. We'll be graduating before you know it!" 

Seungcheol felt a smile take over his face, "Then we can both find a job in the city, get you an apartment with a balcony, and get that cat we've been talking about. We'll have breakfast in bed every Sunday morning and wrap up all cozy in blankets doing movie nights, and I'll try and cook for you, but I know it'll turn out bad and you'll have to order in. Our cat will claw up Jeonghan and you can have a little corner in the living room for your crochet supplies."

In everything he did, Seungcheol made it known that you were always in his future plans. You were his future. He couldn't imagine a life without you, and that made you so incredibly elated because you felt the same. 

There was no one that you would rather be walking in the rain with, hand in hand. 

Sure, saying yes to him that last summer when he asked for a chance was scary. You were putting yourself in a vulnerable situation with your heart open and practically giving itself away. Luckily, it was Choi Seungcheol that was entrusted to take care of it. He was the one man that made you feel like you were always enough, just the way you are. He was the one person that you would jump leaps and bounds for, no matter how scary they were.

You pulled on his sleeve to stop him in his tracks under a streetlight. The rain looked like crystals falling under the light and the ground seemed sparkling. Seungcheol seemed a bit confused as he turned to you, but you propped yourself up and connected your lips to his. You could never get enough of kissing him- you still got intense butterflies every time you did, just like the first time he kissed you in your favourite ice cream shop under the pretense of cleaning up the ice cream around your lips. 

"I'm glad it's you, Choi Seungcheol."

That was all the I love you's he could ever need. 

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Deadly Inferno {A Patrick Hockstetter Fic}

Part 9 - Welcome To Derry

Word Count: 1432

I slowly got my ass out of bed the next morning with such pain coursing throughout my entire body, yet the mere memory of it all sent shivers of pleasure down my spine. The loud rev of the Firebird had woken me up, indicating dad wasn't home, otherwise he'd been out that door guns a blazing from them making all that noise in his yard. He was such a big ball of sunshine. The phone was ringing off the hook, knowing I would have to be the one to answer. It stopped by the time I had threw on my clothes. But started up again once I hit the kitchen.

"Hello?"

"Oh my gosh.... Leslie?" My blood ran cold from the mere sound of the voice on the other end of the line. My mom.

"Mom....?"

"Honey.... Oh honey I'm so sorry I haven't called you in so long. I know...." But I had stopped listening. She's sorry? Sorry she hadn't picked up a phone to call her kids in years? Funny.

"Dads not here. Henry's out." But he came bounding into the kitchen the minute he heard his name, mouthing the word mom to him and he looked pissed. More pissed than I'd ever seen him. That's when I noticed Belch, Vic and Patrick standing directly behind him as usual. Their usual summer outings of torture and fun.

"That's fine. I wanted to hear your voice. And to tell you good news. You have a little sister. I want to bring her by for you and Henry to meet her. She's six." I about dropped the phone from the mere sound of the word sister. Sister?! Years of nothing. And now this?!

"Dad will have a cow."

"Well then it can be our secret. My husband and I just moved back to Derry. I'm sorry I haven't been there. I.... I got help. Mental help. I met Daniel that way. And then we had Belle. She wants to meet you guys." Henry had his ear pressed to the back of the phone, listening the entire time like I was and we both were seething with rage. Hatred. Sadness. Heartbrokenness. Everything. My watery eyes locked with the curious ones of Patrick's, seeing he could tell just how hurt I truly was. He seemed.... angry. Like he knew someone was hurting me. He just didn't know the extent of it yet.

"Go to hell...." Henry said before exiting the kitchen and storming out of the house, judging by the slam of the front door. Except, Patrick didn't leave. He stayed while Vic and Belch followed Henry out.

"Mom....."

"I know sweetie. You have every right to hate me. But please, come meet your sister at least. The Derry Ice Cream shop okay?" I sighed in complete disbelief, conflicting emotions clouding my judgment. I was caving in. And I hated it.

"Fine. But I'm bringing someone with me." I looked at Patrick and saw he was looking back like, hell no. But I knew he'd follow. He always does.

"That's fine hon. I can't wait to see you. I love you..." But I hung up with no parting words of my own, closing my eyes as I leaned up against the wall.

"We aren't going on some Ice cream date Les. Remember? We are on the low." I simply sighed, before opening my eyes and eyeing him with a sudden smirk.

"Fine. Be that way. Guess I'll call up Richie Tozier and have him escort me there." I went to walk out the back door, but was roughly pulled back and pushed up against it, his dark eyes looming into mine with such seriousness, I thought he would kill me right then and there.

"Try me. Make my day Bowers. Make my day....." I pushed him off of me, going for the phone and dialing Richie's number, when his voice came on the line and Patrick hung it up so fast I couldn't get a word in etch wise. He slowly backed me up against the wall, his playful smirk in full view. He was enjoying this a little too much.

"Impressive. You actually did it. Ballsy. But don't think I'll forget it princess. I swear I'm going to start burning your arms up inch by inch at this rate. And you won't stop me. Or would you prefer my fridge with all the dead animals?" My eyes widened. His fridge. I'd never seen the inside. But I knew it was true because I'd followed him and the guys there to the junk yard one day to see what the hell they could possibly get up to in their free time. Traumatized. That's all I'm going to say on the matter.

"Or will you drown me like Avery?" He slowly backed up, shaking his head with such an evil smile appearing on his face, his green eyes assessing me so hard that he was practically tearing me apart with one glance.

"I won't give you the satisfaction baby." His hand suddenly laced around my waist and pulled me to his body, not even an inch to be seen between us. I knew it was a low blow. But he was so demented, he found humor in it. I only remember Avery very faintly now. It was so long ago. But I remember his laugh. My dad still talks to Patrick's dad. Which is why I'm not allowed around him. Patrick has been in so much trouble it's unreal.

"Going soft on me Pat?" He just kissed me without a second thought, biting my lip so harshly it drew blood. He always sucked it right off.

"Come on Hockstetter!! We don't have all day." We slowly pulled apart with my blood showing on his lips before he licked it off, leaving me in the kitchen to my own devices. And my mind whirling. My mom has moved back to Derry. And I have a little sister....

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{Derry Ice Cream Shop}

I came to a slow halt outside of the ice cream shop that had been in Derry since the mid 50's with my camera around my neck, always enjoying their ice cream any day I could possibly get it. So many memories flooded back from this place.

"Thank you for coming with me Bev. I just.... I just couldn't do it alone." I had called her once Patrick had left, only joking about Richie. Well, half joking. He was an option. Only if I wanted to end up dead in Patrick's fridge.

"It's no problem. You've always been there for me. Let me be there for you." I softly smiled at her, noting her haircut. Short, and very pretty. It was a new look for her. A badass look.

"You look smokin by the way Bev. Your hair is amazing!" She's been wanting to cut it to piss her dad off. And finally did it. I was proud of her for telling him to basically fuck off with that one gesture.

"You flatter me too much." But she smiled through her words, sending us into little bits of laughter. Until I saw my mom through the window. Long blond hair, a summer dress and heels, sunglass atop her head. And a little girl that I knew was Belle, simply eyeing me through the window of the shop. It was like looking at myself in a mirror. She looked so much like me....

"You can do this Les. I'm here." I finally snapped out of it with my rapid heartbeat, smiling in appreciation at Bev. But feeling like utter shit on the inside. I wanted nothing more than to turn around and leave. But my mom noticed Belle staring at me, and immediately was on her feet.

"I'm here to! Now get your ass in that shop before I kick it in. I didn't come here to look stupid." I whirled around to see Patrick standing right behind me with the guys no where in sight, knowing Henry wouldn't show for sure. But the fact that Patrick showed was insane to me.

"Don't give me those puppy dog eyes princess. I just came to see some family pain. Get with it." His serious look was doing him no favors. I could see right through him. Even Bev was shocked he was here, thinking he'd never show for anything like this. He made it clear we were nothing but fuck buddies. And fuck buddies don't normally do this sort of thing. Maybe I'm crazy. But does Patrick actually like me? I think I am going insane.