#*peeks under the table and is met with Stuff*

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*relates to a character* we don’t have time to unpack all of that

#y'all ever just #wow that character is so relatable to me #wait why are they so relatable for me? #*peeks under the table and is met with Stuff* #hmmm let's not do that #lol #me relating to older siblings caring for younger siblings like it's nobodies bussiness and going huh wonder what that's all about #let's ignore all of that for now #rn it's raph from rottmnt #going oh I love him :) and relatable - oh wait #no but I didn't watch the mrs cuddles episode bc I was like OH HORROR TOY I'M NOT TOUCHIN THAT #him having teddy bears #idk there's so much about him #cap talks

[jobean12-blog]

Love in Bloom

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Plant!Dad!Bucky)

Word Count: 2,863

Summary: You and Bucky have the best coffee date then meet up at the Farmer's Market. Every minute you spend with him makes you fall harder.

Author's Note: More plant!dad!bucky for you! I'm so excited that you all liked meeting him so much! I'm having a lot of fun with him! You can read the first story HERE! And please check out @nalonzooo art to see how amazing it is! 😍Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰

PS If you'd like to see the shirt Bucky is wearing you can HERE and the two plant pots, ONE and TWO. 🥰💕

Warnings: plant talk, Alpine fluffs, sweet and soft fluffs all around :)

You and Bucky have been texting every day since you met at the garden center, silly plant memes and pictures of Alpine filling up the lines between sweet words and soft flirting.

You couldn’t wait to see him for coffee today.  

The bell above the door dings as you enter and your eyes search for him. He’s standing at the counter, a large black backpack slung over his shoulders and a bouquet of flowers in one hand. He’s not wearing his hat today and his long hair is pulled back into a low bun with several strands sticking out.

When he spots you he smiles wide and waves you over.

“Hiya doll,” he says when you get close. “You look beautiful.”

You preen under his sweet words and kiss his cheek hello. “Hi Bucky.”

At the sound of your voice, Bucky’s backpack starts to move and Alpine’s white furry head peeks out between the open zipper.

“ALPINE!” you squeal, rubbing his head.

“He would have been very upset if I showed up without him,” Bucky laughs. “You can take him out if ya want.”

You reach down and gather up the cat, carefully lifting him out until he’s in your arms. You coo and gush over him while Bucky waits for your coffees.

The barista sets them down with a smile.

“Oh…shit,” Bucky mutters, finally tearing his eyes away from you when the coffee arrives. “Uh…I almost forgot,” he continues, holding out the bouquet of flowers. “These are for you.”

You take them with your free hand and bring them to your nose, inhaling the sweet fragrance.

“They’re so beautiful Bucky! Thank you!”

He grabs your coffees and starts toward a small empty table in the back. “You’re welcome doll. I got them at the Farmer’s Market in Union Square this morning.”

“You picked them out?” you ask, softly fingering the petals of the different blooms.

“Yeah,” he answers, looking both proud and slightly shy at the same time. “I like makin’ bouquets but I don’t really get the chance much.”

Bucky puts the coffees down and pulls your chair out for you. 

“Well, it’s perfect,” you tell him as you sit, setting the flowers down on the extra seat. “Thank you!”

Alpine promptly curls up in your lap, his tail swishing contentedly back and forth as you pet him.

Bucky sits next to you and unhooks the front strap of his backpack before slinging it off.

You stare at his chest.

“Oh my god,” you giggle.

“What?” he asks. “Did I drop some of my breakfast on my shirt?”

His worried eyes shoot down and he pulls his shirt away from his body, studying it closely.

“That shirt is so cute!”

He sighs in relief and lifts his eyes with a chuckle. “Yeah, I couldn’t resist.”

You press your hand to the soft fabric to smooth it out, poking the spot where the cat sits on the shelf in between all the plants. The feel of his hard chest beneath your fingertips has you pulling your bottom lip between your teeth and it takes all of your willpower to drag your hand away.

“I love it,” you whisper. “It feels soft too.”

“It’s really comfortable,” he agrees. “I’m glad you like it. I didn’t even realize I put it on. Sometimes I wonder if all the plant and cat stuff is a bit much…”

“No way,” you interject. “What’s not to love about plants and cats?”

You sip your coffee and eye him over the rim of the cup.

“You get it,” he says, the corner of his eyes crinkling with his smile.

“Mmm,” you hum, “this is so good. I can’t believe I’ve never been here!”

“This place is great,” he agrees, “and they allow cats!”

After some yummy sips and comfortable silence he asks, “so how’s Spidey? Still alive I hope?”

“Thankfully still alive,” you giggle. “But I still don’t know the best spot to keep him and how often to water him and if I should repot him? If I kill another plant I’m not sure my confidence will recover…”

You laugh but the look on your face must say it all.

“You’re not going to kill him doll!” he assures you before launching into a barrage of questions and information.

You’re long done with your coffee and scones by the time you both feel satisfied that you have enough starter plant knowledge to keep Spidey thriving.

“When he gets too big for his pot I can’t wait to pick a new one out! They have so many cute ones on Etsy!”

Bucky drops his head with a playful scoff. “Don’t even get me started on Etsy. I have two new pots on the way right now.”

“Lemme see!” you squeak, smacking him in the arm in excitement.

He feigns pain and rubs the spot. “Ouch.”

“Oh please,” you tease. “You’re like solid muscle. There is no way that hurt.”

You squeeze his bicep and he instinctively flexes.

“Well now you’re just showing off,” you tell him, “and if you don’t stop I’m going to feel you up in the coffee shop.”

He goes still, his eyes laser focused on you before they drop to your lips when your tongue darts out to wet them.

“I’m sorry,” you mutter, feeling your skin heat with embarrassment. “I would never…”

“Doll,” he says, stopping you. “It’s fine. More than fine actually. I have zero problem with you touching me.”

“Oh.”

His eyes wander over your face before he leans in a little closer.

“That’s good,” you whisper, getting a good whiff of him, clean and spicy.

“Here are your blueberry muffins to go!” the barista says as she sets down the boxes.

You and Bucky move apart quickly, clearly startled out of the heat of the moment.

“Thanks,” you say, giving the barista a small smile.

When you take out your wallet he stops you with a warm hand over yours. “I got it doll.”

“But you already got the coffee and scones,” you explain.

“And I’ve got the muffins too,” he says.

“Thank you.”

He leans in and gives you a soft kiss at the corner of your mouth, his lips lingering for a moment longer than necessary and your skin tingles.

“Thank you,” he whispers before pulling out his phone.

He scrolls around for a few seconds before turning his screen around so you can see it. There’s a picture of a white pot with a cat shaped face, the cat’s expression sweet and serene.

“So I got that one anddddd this one,” he says, scrolling again to a picture of another white cat planter, except this time it has four little legs.

“I love them,” you say. “They’re perfect and almost as cute as Alpine!”

Once you’re outside in the sunshine and back to some form of reality you reluctantly hand over Alpine.

“Guess I have to give him back huh?” you joke.

“Well,” Bucky begins, rubbing the back of his neck. “We’re going to be at the Farmer’s Market again tomorrow morning. If you’re around you could join us?”

“I do need to stock up on fruits and vegetables,” you muse. “I’ll be there, just text me a time later.”

Thankfully Sunday morning comes quickly and you’re out the door in record time, strolling down West 17th street in the sunshine.

When you don’t see Buck you start to amble around the stalls, picking through various fruits and admiring the jarred jams.

“That one is really good.”

The deep and familiar voice makes you smile before you even turn around and when you do you see Bucky standing there with his backpack against his chest and Alpine’s head sticking out.

“Hey you two!”

He quickly but carefully swings the bag to his shoulder and wraps his free arm around your waist, pulling you toward his chest for a sweet kiss on the cheek.

His hair is down today, brushing his shoulder and you have a strong urge to take one of the strands hanging in his face and twirl it around your finger.

Instead, you reach up and tuck it behind his ear, your eyes studying his face while you lean into him.

“I also have that in fig and raspberry flavor.”

“I think she’s talking to you,” Bucky says with a smirk.

“Huh?” you mumble, still staring at him.

He delicately takes your chin between his fingers and turns your head toward the stall.

“OH!” you squeak. “I’m so sorry…I was just saying hello and um…right. Did you say fig and raspberry?”

The vendor nods with a knowing smile.

“That’s great. I love figs. I’ll take one!”

You slip from Bucky’s arms and finish the transaction, taking your nicely packaged jam and walking toward the next stall, still feeling a bit awkward.

When you stop at the sunflower stall Bucky says, “I’ve always wanted to grow these but I don’t really have anywhere to do it.”

“They get really tall right?”

“Yeah, taller than me,” he says with a laugh. “I have to do more research.”

“They’re beautiful! Have you ever been to a farm to see them. It’s amazing!”

“I haven’t yet but I’d really like to do that,” he admits.

“We can go together…if you want?”

“How about you let me take you on a proper date first then we’ll go out to the farm and pick sunflowers.”

“I love that plan.”

Even though you’re still standing beside the stall and there are people walking by and around you, it seems as if it all fades away as Bucky steps closer and his fingertips graze your arm, his touch sending a shiver down your spine.

He whispers your name, his eyes falling to your lips just before Alpine’s paw shoots between your faces and bats away a loose piece of Bucky’s hair.

“Alpine!” Bucky chides. “Watch it buddy!”

You cover your mouth but can’t stop your eruption of giggles as you watch Alpine continue to try and bat Bucky in the face.

“Told you he was a menace!” Bucky says with a pointed look at Alpine who simply meows with a blink.

“Aw but who could be mad at that face?” you coo, scratching under Alpine’s chin.

“ME!” Bucky practically pouts. “I’m mad!”

A smile tugs at the corner of his lips and after a moment of silence you both start laughing again.

“Come on,” Bucky says as he slings his arm around your shoulder. “Let’s buy some food!”

By the time you’re done perusing and purchasing it’s almost lunch time.

“I’m starving,” Bucky says as he rubs his stomach.

Your eyes fall to the action just as his shirt rides up and you catch a glimpse of his taut skin lined with a dark trail of hair that disappears into his jeans.

With a hard swallow you avert your eyes and mumble, “me too!”

“Wanna get some lunch doll?”

“What was that?” you ask, lifting your eyes to find him watching you intently.

“Do you want to grab a bite? It’s lunch time.”

“Shit, already! I’m supposed to meet my best friend for lunch at one!”

“It’s only a little after twelve, don’t worry,” he assures you with a smile but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“I’d invite you to come along but it’s our girl time,” you explain, looking disappointed yourself.

“Nope, I get it doll. That’s important time but let me at least walk you back to your place.”

“I’d like that.”

He adjusts Alpine and his backpack then takes your bag from you, switching hands so his free one is swinging next to yours.

Every so often your fingers brush as you walk and finally he hooks his pinky through yours, gauging your reaction. When you smile and tighten your grip he entwines all his fingers with yours, brushing his thumb over your knuckles.

You walk back to your apartment hand in hand.

“I can’t believe I didn’t buy any flowers or plants today,” Bucky states, looking surprised as he holds the door of your building open for you.

“Oh my gosh, you didn’t!”

“It’s your fault,” he teases. “You’re a distraction.”

You press your teeth into your bottom lip and shrug demurely before turning and heading up the steps.

“Thankfully I’m only on the second floor…this is me.”

You point to the door on the left and start to fish for your keys. Once you have the door open you tell him to come in so you can take your bag and show him Spidey.

He approves of your placement and also Spidey’s overall health and you clap your hands together happily.

Your phone dings and you grab it, quickly reading a text from Nat.

“Thank goodness she finally picked a place to eat,” you laugh.

“Me and Alpine will have to pick some pizza up on the way home,” he says with a wink.

You stand only a few inches apart, staring at each other.

“Well, I guess…” you start.

“Thanks for meeting…” he begins at the same time.

You both drop your heads and laugh.

“I had the best time Bucky. I wish we could have had lunch too…”

“Nah don’t worry, it’s ok doll. I mean I do too. I would have loved to spend the rest of the day with you but you have plans. I understand.”

He turns and starts toward the door.

“Don’t forget to say goodbye to Alpine. He’ll bitch the whole way home if you don’t.”

As if on cue Alpine’s two white ears perk up and he pops his head out of Bucky’s open backpack.

“Bye handsome,” you croon. “Be good and I’ll see you soon.”

“He’s not coming on our dinner date next week,” Bucky chimes in. “I don’t want him stepping on my toes again.”

“Awwww,” you say with feigned sadness. “I’ll miss him!”

When Bucky’s standing in your doorway he turns to face you again and licks his lips.

“Text me when you get home?” he asks, his tone unsure.

“I will,” you say with a soft smile.

“Have fun doll!”

You both stand there staring at each other again and you finally take a step closer, your eyes focused on his before they drop to his lips.

“Bye Bucky.”

You practically invite him to kiss you, pressing yourself against him as you lean up. You lay your palms on his chest and feel his muscles flex beneath you. He dips his head, his lips brushing your cheek before he gives you a quick peck in the same spot and turns on his heel.

You try to hide your disappointment with a smile but the corners of his mouth turn down as he backs up.

“See you soon,” he says quietly.

“See you soon,” you reply as you start to shut the door.

With a wave you shut it softly and let out an exhale as you deflate.

You’re not even two steps away when you hear a knock. Your stomach erupts in butterflies as you twirl around and swing the door open, staring at Bucky on the other side.

“That’s not at all how I wanted to say goodbye,” he murmurs before he steps back inside your apartment, shuts the door and spins you against it.

You realize there’s nowhere to go as you find yourself pressed to the door; Bucky’s hard body lined up with yours.

The first thing you feel is the strength of his metal hand as it wraps around your arm and his other clasping the nape of your neck as he drags you closer and covers your mouth with his.

You make a throaty sound you can’t control and cling to him, the smell of him, the feel of his hands holding you to him, it’s all overwhelming in the best way. His hand at your neck tightens every so slightly and he groans, the sound skimming across your skin like electricity.

He deepens the kiss, demanding more and it’s enough to steal your breath. Your hands dive into his hair and you moan into his mouth again, unable to stop it as his hand on your arm slips behind you and traces the curve of your spine.

With a muttered curse he breaks the kiss, pulling back only an inch to look into your eyes. His blue eyes are dark, his long lashes lowered as he traces his tongue over his swollen lips.

“Bucky?” you whisper.

He closes his eyes, resting his forehead to yours.

“I’m sorry if that was…”

“It was perfect,” you whisper.

His eyes open and he lifts his head, reluctantly putting some space between you.

“Perfect,” he repeats.

He still looks like he wants to kiss you again and again as his eyes wash over you and his expression looks pained.

Your phone dings again.

“Nat,” you state, not taking your eyes off him.

He wavers, leaning toward you before he mutters, “fuck,” and runs a hand through his hair. “Right. Lunch.”

“I’ll talk to you later doll,” he says.

“Ok,” you manage, willing your body to keep holding you upright.

He gives you a slow and sexy smile before turning and walking down the steps.

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Rhysand x reader drabble

Summary: After matching on a dating app, you meet Rhysand at your local café for a 1st date. It does not go how you expected. Word count: 2.2k Drabble. AU. Set in the real world. Descriptions of reader’s clothing only. Use of y/n.

Warnings: Minors dni, 18+, Unprotected PIV, fingering (f receiving)

You’re sitting in a booth with your back against the wall, facing the door. He’s late. You swirl your cup of coffee in front of you. You know you should have waited for him to order, but you felt bad taking up a table and not ordering anything. You dressed up a bit for your date, but not too much. You don’t want to appear like you’re trying too hard, or be over dressed if he wears something really casual. You wear a black skater skirt and a light blue sweater with a silver pendant.

              Did you just get stood up? You stare at your cup, only a third left. The bell above the door jingles and you look up. The world seems to go quiet and you stare. He’s freaking gorgeous. Darkness seems to ripple out of him. The people chatting around you go quiet for a second. Tall dark and handsome would be an understatement, you think to yourself. You blink and avert your eyes before he can catch you staring. The talking around you starts up again. My gosh he is unbelievably attractive. He was handsome in his profile picture sure, but the photo was a bit farther away and kinda grainy, this… him… Your heart is beating embarrassingly fast.

              He glances around the café and his eyes land on you. Your stomach flutters at the eye contact made. He grins and you began to feel that flutter a little lower. He approaches your table, smoothly. So smooth. He moves silently, full of ease and grace.

              “Y/N?”

              You have to clear your throat before saying, “Yes, nice to finally meet you in person.”

              He drags the chair out from the table and takes a seat across from you. You watch him as he moves and gulp. You watch his hands as he grips the chair, broad and strong, watch the muscles flex in his forearms. His arms were tanned and muscled, his biceps tight under his charcoal short sleeved t-shirt. The shirt also graciously showed off his broad shoulders and chest. You knew underneath there hid a very toned abdomen. You said a silent thank you to the shirt. He wore black jeans and black boots to complete the look. Peeking out underneath his shirt collar you could see whispers of a dark flowing tattoo that swept across his chest. It wound around his biceps too. You had never really been a fan of tattoos but suddenly it seemed like the most attractive thing in the world. That is, until you looked up and met his eyes as he sat down as gazed at you, smiling broadly.

              Shit.

              You wouldn’t admit to yourself that you felt a tug between your legs. His eyes were violet. Impossible. He had violet eyes that seemed to dance in the light. You stared until you realized you were being rude and blinked away, hoping he hadn’t noticed your awe. He did. His devilish grin grew.

              “Hello darling”

              Oh fuuuuck. That velvet voice. You were in trouble alright.

              “Nice to meet you too. This is a charming little place you picked,” he says casually, glancing around the café. He looks back to you. “Cozy,” he says with a wink. A flirt.

              He noticed your already half drunk cup of coffee and frowns. “I’m sorry I was late. A friend of mine, Cass, was in a tight spot and I had to help him out.”

You realize you haven’t spoken a word yet. You were too enthralled with his beauty. You shake your head ever so slightly and ask calmy, “Oh no worries. Is your friend okay?”

              “Nothing I couldn’t handle,” he replied with a cocky smile. “He’s just one of those friends that sometimes does stuff without thinking and trouble always seems to follow them.”

              Just then the waitress arrives and stands next to him to take his order. Very close to him. He gives he order quickly – coffee. Black.

              “Thank you,” he says as she writes it down. His voice is polite and quiet. Not at all like the flirtatious tone he had just been using moments ago, despite the waitress flashing smiles and batting her eyelashes, giving all the obvious signals like you’re invisible. You clear your throat. She throws you a glare before leaving.

              “You look beautiful.” Now his tone is respectful. Sincere. You hide your blush.

              What a flirt. But it was working.

              “Thank you.” You give a little laugh. “You look beautiful too.” He smiles at your compliment.

You chat back and forth about all the normal first date stuff: where you both grew up, what you studied in school, what your favorite book was, what kind of music you listened to. You got to know each other, sipping on coffee and giggling at his shameless flirting. Before you knew it two hours had gone by and the shop was closing.

“Where did you park?” he asks. “I’ll walk you to your car.”

“I’m behind the back and down the alley,” you give a shrug. “Free parking.”

He chuckles and stands from his chair, offering you a hand. You take it and he helps you up. He doesn’t let go of your hand. He leads you through the shop to the back door. As you pass the waitress you give her an overly sweet sarcastic smile.

Its late in the afternoon and the sky is a fading blue and the sun sinks into dusk. There’s a street lamp on the road, but the alley is mostly painted in shadows.

He stops and turns to face you. “I had a good time today. When can I see you again?” He’s still holding your hand.

Your mind is blank, he’s so much closer, there’s no table between you, no café full of other people. It’s just the two of you, surrounded by shadow in the still night and he is standing right in front of you, so very close. You could reach out and touch his face, you could…

--

His eyes move back and forth between your own. The slight anxiety he had from you not answering his question instantly vanishes and he clocks your expression. He takes a step forward, closing the space between you. Your hand floats upwards on its own accord and reaches out to cup his jaw. Your eyes never leave his own and you still look dazed. He smiles to himself and takes another step. You instinctively follow his lead, stepping backwards until your back is pressed against the cold alley wall. He lets go of you and cages you against the wall, hands pressed into the concrete on either side of your head. Your beautiful hand is still cupping his face and he leans into your touch closing his eyes a moment to relish in it. When he opens his eyes again you’re still gazing at him and your glossed lips are slightly parted. He lowers his head and leans in closer, whispering against your skin barely inches away.

“Can I kiss you?” You nod and close your eyes. He smiles and takes pauses, taking the image of you in, committing it to memory before he presses his lips to yours.

--

His lips are soft and full as they move against yours, taking your breath away. You lift your head off the wall slightly, deepening the kiss. He reciprocates your eagerness and you part your lips, his tongue immediately licking into your mouth. Your hand that was resting on his jaw moves down, lightly sliding along the skin of his neck and collar bone to grip at his shoulder, pulling him closer to you. You hook one leg around his waist to pull his whole body against yours. Any tenderness in that kiss is gone and you are full on making-out. Your body grinds into his and you feel his body tense in response. What is wrong with you? You don’t do this on first dates. You don’t make out with people in dark alleyways. But he has some power of you, there’s just something about him that draws you in and won’t let go. All rational thoughts leave your head as your body takes over, focusing on the feel of his lips against yours, the muscles in his shoulder, the warmth of his body pressed to yours. His right hand drops from the wall and reaches for the leg you looped around him. He hikes your leg up and hold you, slowly running his hand up and down your thigh. Your skin tingles at his touch and you feel yourself getting wetter. His hand moves farther up your thigh and he skims the hem of skirt. He pulls back, gasping. You tilt your head back, leaning it against the wall for support.

“Can I- “

“Please” you immediately respond.

He smirks and leans forward to kiss you again. His hand moves all the way up your thigh, under your skirt and his thumb hooks the waistband of your lacy underwear. He slowly pulls them down, taking his time as his hand brushes against your skin. Not wanting them to fall on the dirty alley floor he tucks them into his back pocket. Maybe you’ll just let him keep them. Then his hand is back on you, gliding up, leaving a trail of electricity at the contact. His touch makes your skin come alive and you arch your back at the feeling.

Gently his fingers reach your core and he runs his middle finger up your seam. He groans into your mouth at the feeling of your wetness. It drags up and down a few times tantalizingly, then circles your entrance to gather slick before sliding back up to your clit. He flicks it then begins rubbing slow circles. You moan into his mouth as he plays with you. His finger glides back down and pushes into you, curling against your wall in the most wonderful way. You break the kiss as you tilt your head back into the wall, pressing against it as your back arches and your hips roll into his hand. He brings his lips to your chin that juts out, leaving a kiss before his open lips trail down your neck. A shiver runs down your spine. Your having trouble figuring out where to focus, his mouth or his hand. He presses his lips into the hollow of your throat then into the bit of cleavage visible above the V-neck collar of your sweater. He sucks on the soft flesh of your breast as he continues to slide his finger in and out of you. It feels so good and you let out a strangled little noise. His hand stills and leaves you to rest on your inner thigh. His eyes flick up to yours and his lips leave your flesh.

“Are you sure?” He asks. His violet eyes are gleaming and eager.

You nod as you reach for his pants in response. You unbutton his jeans and look up to meet his eyes again as you slowly lower his zipper. He is completely still; you think he may even be holding his breath. Your fingers slip under the waistband of his jeans and boxers at his hips. With both hands you tug them down till they rest on his thighs. Even in the low lighting you can tell that his cock is just as beautiful as the rest of him. But he doesn’t give you any time to admire it. He leans you back against the wall again and hooks your leg back around him, holding just below your knee. He gives you a quick kiss before pulling back to wrap a large hand around his thick cock and guiding it into your entrance. He pauses there to read your eyes again before slowly pushing all the way into you. Once he is inside you, he breathes deeply. His hand brushes against your cheek affectionately before he places it back onto the wall. He shits his weight forward, leaning against his hand and thrusting even farther into you, pushing your own hips into the wall. He hits something deep inside you and you let out a moan. Spurred on by your sounds he pulls out halfway then thrusts back into you as he sets up a pace.

It doesn’t take long before you feel your orgasm building.

“Rhysand I’m-“

“Me too darling.” He replies with a grunt as he deepens his movements.

And then you’re contracting around him, holding onto him as you ride your waves of pleasure. Your hand is squeezing his shoulder and your pussy is squeezing his cock as you cling to him. Just as you’re coming down you feel him quickly pull out. He strokes his cock and points it at the alley wall beside you but he sees you lift your skirt up and groans loudly as he spills on your lower stomach. It trickles down onto your mound and your sensitive core.

He lets out a shaky breath and leans into you, resting his head on your shoulder, his cock pressed against your sticky stomach. You feel his chest rise and fall against yours and his hot breath on your back.

“Tomorrow. I’m free tomorrow.” You say and he laughs. It’s a bright, beautiful laugh and you smile underneath him. He presses a kiss to your shoulder then your lips.

“Good.”

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A Crack In The Glass (Part 4 of Heartbroke Bitch)

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Female!reader, platonic!JJ Maybank x female!reader

TW:angst, allusion to smut, drinking

Summary: You and Rafe are figuring things out and JJ is not happy.

Word Count:2k

Three hours later, you find yourself standing in front of the Pogues to drop the Twinkie back off. Your neck is hastily covered in concealer that you stopped to buy, and you can tell JJ and John B are suspicious. 

"You were gone a while, everything go okay?"

John B is eyeing you carefully as you shift back and forth trying to hide your nerves. 

"Yeah. Yeah, everything was fine."

He nods slowly and you turn to face Pope when you hear his voice. 

"We're all gonna go surf then grab a bite to eat. You down?"

You swallow thickly and stuff your hands in your back pockets, trying to appear as casual as possible. 

"Uh, I was actually going to have dinner with a friend. I'll catch you guys tomorrow?"

JJ frowns but nods nonetheless. 

"Yeah, okay. Have fun."

You take off down the driveway where Rafe is waiting at the end in his Rover. You told him to park out of sight, not wanting everyone to see. 

JJ turns to the group as soon as you're out of earshot with a disgruntled expression. 

"What other friend does she have? We're all right here."

He's met with a chorus of shrugs and agreements, but no one presses the topic. 

A short while later, you're sitting across the table from Rafe at your usual spot. It's a place only locals know about, notorious for fresh seafood. You've been coming here since your first date, and a small smile covers your face at the familiarity of it all. 

"So…" You start and Rafe quirks an eyebrow. 

"So…. What?" He asks with a small laugh, and you can't help but join in. 

"What does this mean? Are we back together? I mean, it's gonna take a while for you to earn my trust but is this something exclusive or are we casual?"

Rafe doesn't even take a second to ponder your question; he already knew you'd ask this and his answer has been sitting on the tip of his tongue. 

"I don't want anyone else, Y/N."

You nod and he reaches out to grab your hand. 

"Okay, then we'll call it exclusive. Just don't get any ideas about us falling into old patterns. If you don't keep your promise, I walk." 

He responds by squeezing your hand and the two of you fall into a comfortable conversation just like you always have. A half-hour later, your sentence dies in your throat and Rafe notices the sudden panic-stricken look on your face. 

"Hey, what's wrong?"

His eyebrows are furrowed in concern and you try to block the side of your face with your hand. 

"The whole gang is here." You whisper and Rafe moves to look. 

"No! Don't turn around, you'll draw their attention!" 

He looks back at you and you hate the hurt that crosses his chiseled features. 

"You're trying to hide us?"

There's betrayal laced in his voice and you sigh. 

"No, I just... Everything is so fresh and I don't want to explain yet. I wanted to give us time to see if this is going to work before getting everybody worked up." 

He nods in understanding and you resist the urge to hide under the table. You peek over your hand to try and figure out where they're being seated and immediately regret it. 

Your eyes lock with a pair of blue irises and your stomach drops. JJ looks excited for a split second before his gaze darts down to your hand interlocked with Rafe's and up to the face of the man sitting across from you. 

His emotions change from happy to hurt and rage the second he clocks who you're with and tears prick your waterline. You knew JJ would be the least accepting of this, and him finding out in this manner is the last thing you wanted. 

It doesn't take long for the rest of the group to catch on after JJ storms out and they all give you equally disgusted and sad looks before following after him. 

Rafe grabs your hand as you leap to your feet and you peer down at him with watery eyes. 

"Rafe, I have to go talk to him. I'll be back, just wait here." 

You don't give him a chance to respond before taking off and he leans back in his seat with a heavy sigh as he watches you chase after your friends. 

JJ's about to open the door to the Twinkie when you see him, almost tripping over your own feet as you try to catch up. 

"JJ, wait!" 

You're out of breath from running, your heart beating out of your chest from the sudden exercise and anxiety.

He stops with his fingers grasping the door handle and you come to a halt a few feet away. 

"I can explain."

He doesn't face you, but you don't miss the scoff he lets out. 

"I'd like to hear you try."

Your mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water as you try to form a sentence and you can tell he's losing patience. 

"I'm sorry." 

It's all you can muster and you see JJ's head drop.

"That's not an explanation."

Your hand runs through your hair and you try to figure out how the hell you can make him understand. 

"I didn't have any intention other than to cuss him out. He apologized and he seemed so sincere, it took me by surprise. One thing led to another and…" You trail off and JJ spins to look at you. 

His gaze is piercing as he stares into your eyes and you silently plead with him to try and see it from your perspective instead of the protective best friend. 

"Did you sleep with him?"

His tone is harsh and he laughs bitterly when you avert your gaze. 

"Fuck, you are so stupid. How could you possibly let him back into your life?! After everything he's done, all it takes is a fucking apology for you to spread your legs and take him back?"

You physically recoil at his words, hurt searing your chest. JJ has never spoken to you like this, and you don't know how to respond. 

You vaguely register John B and Pope pulling on his arms and encouraging him to let it go, but he doesn't budge. His eyes stay glued on yours and you shrink back under his hateful gaze. 

"That's not fair." 

Your voice trembles, and any other time it would stop JJ in his tracks. This isn't any other time though, and the raw hurt is outweighing anything screaming at him to stop. 

"What's not fair is me having to pick up the pieces every time the two of you fought or he went on a coke-fueled bender! You finally break away, and you go running right back into his arms. I'm the one that had to hold you while you cried, I'm the one who had to listen to you vent about all your relationship problems." 

He's screaming by now and you can't do anything but stand there and take it as tears stream down your cheeks. The rest of the group just stands by staring at the ground, well aware that this ship has already sailed. 

"I'm the one that had to force-feed you and shove you in the shower when you were so depressed because he dumped your ass. You almost killed yourself after he left, and it was all for nothing. This is fucked!"

You look at your best friend, his chest red and heaving as he processes the new information. 

"It's different this time, JJ."

He shakes his head and takes a step forward, now close enough for his Cologne to fill your senses. 

"No, Y/N. It's not. You're just too fucking cock dumb to see that." 

There's venom dripping from every word and something inside you snaps. 

"Fuck you, Maybank." 

He nods and sucks his lip between his teeth before backing up. 

"For your sake, I hope I'm wrong. Because I won't be there to fix you this time."

At that, he turns around and stomps over to the van where the rest of the group has now moved, and slams the door. 

"Good, I don't fucking want you there anyway!"

You kick the door as John B drives away and watch as the tail lights fade into the distance. You take a moment to regain your composure before heading back inside to a worried Rafe. 

"Everything okay?"

Your mouth is set in a hard line as you sit down and chug the rest of your cocktail. 

"I don't want to talk about it." 

He watches you as you stew in silence, deciding it's best not to pry. You'll tell him when you're ready, he knows that. 

The rest of the date goes by relatively smoothly, Rafe always knows how to put you at ease. When the bill is paid and you're settled in the passenger seat, he looks over at you. 

"Want me to drop you off at John B's?"

You mull over your options for a second and glance over at him. 

"Actually, do you mind if I crash at your place? I just need to swing by and pick up a couple of things."

He puts the car in drive and his hand finds its home on your thigh. 

"Of course." 

When you finally pull up to the chateau, you groan when you see everyone is inside. You were hoping to sneak in and out but clearly, that plan has been foiled. You choose to take it in stride, strolling in the door like you didn't just have a knock-down drag-out fight with your best friend. 

Everyone seems surprised to see you, and you give a small wave before making a beeline to your room. You gather up a few necessities and make your way to the kitchen to grab some of your staple snacks. 

You frown when you see your shelf empty and turn to face your friends. 

"Where's all my food?"

Everyone averts their gaze and you notice JJ munching on a bag of chips. Your mouth drops open when you see empty wrappers from all your food next to him and the last two cans of your favorite soda. 

You march over and try to grab the bag from JJ's hand but he quickly dodges you. 

"Give me my fucking chips!"

You lunge again and he pops another chip in his mouth while flipping you off. 

"You are such a child!" 

You huff when you realize he's not going to cave and storm out of the house. Rafe's eyebrows raise when he sees your change in mood, but doesn't ask questions before starting back toward Tannyhill. 

Your mood has improved significantly in the time it took you to arrive and you lean into Rafe.

"You seem happy." He smiles and you nod while giving him a sweet kiss. 

"I am."

He hums and kisses your forehead before pulling back. 

"Does it have anything to do with me?" 

You tap your chin and pretend to think as he smiles down at you like you're his entire world. 

"It might." 

His hand covers his heart with mock offense and you laugh loudly. 

"It better have to do with me. What do you want to do?" 

You hold up your duffel bag and wave it around.

"I figured we could have a movie and spa night. I brought facials." 

You see the moment his eyes get a mischievous glint and know he's going to say something out of pocket. 

"I can give you a facial." 

Your nose scrunches up and you pretend to gag. 

"Gross." 

His head tilts back as he lets out a gleeful laugh and you shake your head at his antics. 

"That's not what you said the other night." 

Your mouth drops open and you smack him on his arm.

"Rafe Cameron! Shut up!" 

@brooklynscherry-z @joselyn001 @writtenwordslover @craftyalmondghostflap @malfoytargaryen @dearreader03 @magnificantmermaid @disturbedbeautywrites

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron angst #rafe cameron #jj maybank angst #jj maybank x reader #outer banks fic #outer banks #outer banks imagine

[lucauali]

bob the builder - eustass “captain” kidd

warning: kinda suggestive, making out, groping, female bodied!reader (is wearing a skirt and revealing top), modern AU

I couldn’t think of a title LMAOO but it's subject to change, also I'm fs gonna write for ace next bc I'm on the alabasta arc rn which is also why I'm writing Kidd in a modern AU. Please ignore the fact that idk how to end these drabbles

"I'm home!" You were met with silence as you softly shut the front door of your new apartment closed. The numerous bags in your arms dropped since the weight of them had been straining you all day. After gently pushing them to the wall with your foot, you ventured towards the hallway. The open door to the bedroom you shared with Kidd remained empty with only the bare necessities inside.

Clank!

The sudden sound made you turn your head towards the spare room at the end of the hall. The door was closed, but it didn't keep Kidd's muffled groans and shouts of frustration shut in the room. You giggled as you turned the doorknob and opened the door.

"Eustass! I'm home!" Said man was hunched over something that was blocked from your sight. He whipped his head around and looked you up and down.

"Hey there, sweetheart. Didn't hear you come in." He got up and walked over towards you. Once he stood tall in front of you, he suddenly gripped you by the hips and pulled you flush to his body.

His eyes raked over the cropped denim top and white mini skirt that adorned your body. The plunging neckline and short cut of the clothing did wonders for your curves.

"You went out shopping for decorations like this? I'm going with you next time, then." He grumbled as his grip traveled all around your body. You let out a squeal when his hand smacked your ass in a teasing manner.

"I asked you to, but you said you were 'too busy' so I just went on my own. What were you so busy with anyways?" You pouted up at him as you started to rub your hands on his bare chest. The light sheen of sweat on his body and the fact that he swapped his usual grey sweats out with some shorts made you think he was getting around to setting up his at-home workshop.

Kidd smirked down at your hands and then at you, "take a look behind me, sweetcheeks. Hope you like it." With that, you peeked around his build and gasped.

Behind Kidd was a completed vanity. The white vanity came with two columns of drawers, along with the pull out drawer under the table top. The table top had crystal-clear glass that showcased the drawer beneath. The best part was the huge mirror with LED lights on the border.

You ditched the redhead behind you to closely inspect the brand new piece of furniture. The mirror even connected to your phone for music!

Suddenly, you felt Kidd press up behind you and circle his hands over your lower stomach. He hid his face in the crook of your neck as he mumbled, "I take it you like it?"

"I love it! Thank you so much, Eustass!" In the middle of checking the storage space, you remembered what room you're in.

"Wait, but baby, isn't this your workshop room? Where are you gonna put your table and all your stuff?" The room wasn't as big as the bedroom, but it could fit a few more larger pieces of furniture.

"Don't worry about it. I'm putting my stuff against one of the other walls. Thinking about putting a curtain or something so that the your side doesn't get messy." You looked up at him with a sweet smile that can make Kidd say yes to anything you ask.

"Thank you, I really mean it. It means a lot to me that you would gift me something like this." With that, you planted a sweet kiss on his lips, which he happily reciprocated.

Kidd hummed against your lips with a smug smirk, "yeah? Wanna show me how thankful you are?" A gasp ripped past your lips as he smacked your ass again.

"Mmm, I knew you would like this outfit. But no! I need to show you the decor I got first!"

"Babe, c'mon! That can wait." Kidd groaned as he tried to reach for you, but you simply walked past him and out the door.

"Nope! You're gonna fall asleep if I don't show you now, so come here!" Your voice echoed down the hallway while Kidd groaned.

Even though he can't take you to bed yet he still wouldn't trade moments like these for anything else.

#op x reader #one piece x reader #kidd x reader #eustass x reader #eustass kidd x reader #kid x reader #eustass kid x reader #I'm in my one piece era

[jennaissantes]

sillage — yjw

sillage: (n.) the trace of someones perfume.

SYPNOSIS: yang jungwon knows youre pretty. hes always thought you were pretty. just how long can he manage to keep that to himself? OR the five times you catch yourself lingering on jungwon.

PAIRING: black cat!jungwon x golden retriever! reader [gn but a bit fem implied i think]

WC: 1.2k

GENRE: fluff!!! friends to lovers. sort of clumsy reader and jungwon who always takes care of them.

WARNINGS: none i think oh em jees

NOTE: happy birthday wonnie 💗💗💗💗💗 thank you for being such a wonderful leader and being with enha ☹️ pls take care of urself ilysm ☹️❤️❤️❤️ i hope u guys like this fic huhu 😅😋 do reblog!!

jungwon knew you were pretty.

he had always thought you were pretty, ever since the first time he met you, which was at jay’s house party. 

your hair under your baseball cap and pretty lashes peeking out, he knew he was in trouble. He wondered if hed ever be able to tell you how pretty you were.

i. 

“mom ill be home a bit late today! ill be at jungwons for a project, love you bye!” you shouted over your shoulder as you struggled to carry all your things through the door. 

your bag, along with a half eaten sandwich and your wallet and a book in your two hands, anyone could tell that you were running late. but you couldn’t care less, you just really needed to catch the bus on time and see jungwon. 

seeing his smile in the morning was something you couldn’t start your day without. 

you ran to your bus stop, thanking all the gods in a silent prayer when you saw your usual bus arrive.

“just on time again huh y/n?” the driver smiles warmly at you and you laugh at him in slight embarrassment before nodding and going inside.

you move towards the back of the bus, and sit at your usual place, smiling in excitement as you see jungwon boarding the bus. his eyes search for you and when he spots you, he sends you a smile, and you let out a sigh of happiness, returning the smile.

he walks up to your seat, eyeing all the things you were holding in your hands. “do you want me to hold a few of your stuff while you try to put them in your bag?”

you dont need to answer him as he takes your book and wallet from your hands so you can open your bag with your now free hands.

he helps you keep your things inside and sets your bag on your lap, looking at you. “rough morning?”

you look at him “yeah. oh god i missed my alarm again! how could i be so forgetful, really.”

jungwon just smiles at your ranting and gives you one of his airpods as he plays your favourite song. 

you try not to blush when you notice his lingering stare on you.

ii. 

you rushed out of your class, just almost tripping over your untied laces. it wasnt often that you fell down so why bother?

you were excited to see jungwon after that horrendous physics lesson. you had no idea how jake sim managed to love the subject so much. maybe someday youd ask him for his help.

you enter the cafeteria and your eyes search for jungwon. it was very crowded but you managed to find him, sitting by your usual table, with one seat reserved for you. he smiles at you and waves at you to come over.

“saved you a seat. how was physics?” you sit down and take out your lunch. “oh gods it was terrible. i will never understand physics.” jungwon smiles at you.

“anyways we should probably eat quick, riki said he wanted to show us something.” you raise your eyebrows. “that kids probably up to no good again.”

“as if you didnt sneak out with him just last week to go to that concert. i couldve bought us tickets you know?” you giggle at him “it was soooo much more fun to sneak around. you shouldve been there won. if only you didnt have to stay home that day.” you pout.

jungwon ruffles your hair, “its okay we’ve got so many more we can attend together. properly this time, not by sneaking around.” you feel your cheeks heat up at the thought of going to concerts with jungwon, alone.

“okay lets go, riki must be waiting.” jungwon walks next to you by the hallway, noticing how you try to match your steps with him. adorable.

“wait your shoelaces are untied. ill tie them for you.” he stops you and bends down before you can even say anything. “won its okay. its not like im gonna fall down anyways.” 

he gets up after tying them, a satisfied smile on his face.

 “still”

iii.

“you are such a dumbass. i swear to GOD y/n you have got to stop calling me at 3am to go shopping with you.”

you can only laugh at his tired frustration. of course no one liked being woken up at this hour, but you really wanted to go on a midnight convenience store run.

“i should. but i think we both know that i wont.”

he can only roll his eyes at you fondly. 

you drag him to the ice cream section and gasp when you see your favourite flavour at the top. but before you can grab it, you see jungwon grabbing it. 

“this is your favourite flavour isnt it? lets get this one and share.”

oh. he remembers your favourite flavour. 

you stand there, unmoving, as jungwon moves towards the cashier and pays for the ice cream. 

“y/n? arent you coming? i already paid for it.”

“what? oh. oh yeah. wait up.”

iv.

you were about to combust.

holding hands with jungwon was new. not a bad new, it was good. 

what if your hands were too sweaty and he felt disgusted? what if hes just being nice? you did feel cold after all. him holding your hands and putting it in his coat pocket was just.. normal. it happened between friends all the time. right?

“you feel any warmer?” his voice breaks you out of your train of thoughts.

“yeah i guess.” you dont look at him, opting to look at your feet and walking in sync with your best friend.

you think that he would let go of your hand now that youve told him you feel better. but no? he only tightens his grip on your hand.

your already red cheeks feel even warmer at the action.

if only you had taken a look at jungwons face too, youd have seen a small smile on his face and his adorable red ears.

v.

“how many times do i have to tell you to not play in the rain. youre going to get even more sick if you do.”

you had finally faced the consequences of playing around in the rain when you should have stayed in. jungwon had rushed to your place the moment he had gotten to know.

you looked at him apologetically, before you felt another sneeze coming up your nose. jungwon looked at you in worry before getting up to make you something hot, to help with the cold.

“you dont have to y’know.” you say to him weakly. jungwon was the only person who took care of you during times like this. he appeared put off to others, because he didnt like talking to many people. but only you and a few of his other friends knew how he really was.

“oh but i do. if i dont, whos gonna take care of you?” he says, giving you some tea.

you dont know if it was that particular lighting in your room, but you really wanted to kiss him. you were almost sure that he liked you back. or at least thats what you thought. either way it didnt hurt to try right?

“can i kiss you won?”

what. 

how could you just ask him that so casually?

“what?” he asks you, his heart stuttering in his chest. jungwon thinks hes never liked someone as much as he likes you. 

“can i kiss you jungwon?” you repeat your question, your heart beating out of your body in anticipation. 

“yes.” he manages to get out. but before you can do anything, he stops you. “but not now okay? youre sick right now. do you want to get me sick too?” he smiles at you pouting.

“no .. but… ok fine youre right. then id have to take care of you too.” you roll your eyes playfully as jungwon carefully slips into the bed next to you, and places your head on his shoulder.

“i really like you y/nnie.”

“i really like you a lot too won.”

and now jungwon knows he can never let go of your lingering perfume smell around him. ever. 

i.

jungwon thinks youre pretty. maybe even more than before. but this time, he lets you know how pretty he thinks you are, always with a kiss.

#yoi #jungwon #k-labels #enhypen fluff #jungwon enhypen #yang jungwon #yang jungwon fluff #yang jungwon imagines #yang jungwon scenarios #jungwon fluff #enha fluff #enha jungwon #jungwon x reader #jungwon x y/n #jungwon scenarios #jungwon x you #enhypen heeseung #enhypen x y/n

[ohnococo]

Be My Valentine | Gojo x F!Reader

Gojo decides to tell you he likes you, with a handful of gifts on Valentine’s Day no less, but a few doubts creep in…

WC: 865 // SFW // under the cut for length

Gojo is hopeless. So hopeless he didn’t even know he was hopeless at first. He thought it was easy: he likes you, so he’ll tell you that. Valentine’s Day is the perfect excuse too, he’ll buy you gifts, be a little romantic, and you’ll swoon because of course you will, girls like this kind of corny stuff, right?

Except, when he gives Shoko a sneak peek at the giant white teddy bear and gaudy necklace with a cluster of sapphires shaped into a heart surrounded by a halo of sparkly gems, she gives him that look. Which he ignores, smiling as he shows the necklace off.

“Cute, isn’t it?”

“Do you not see the look I’m giving you?”

Gojo pouts, “That’s just what your face looks like… what’s wrong with it? Everyone likes teddy bears…”

She knows he likes them, she’s seen the little bears won at many a claw machine kept on his bedside table like he wasn’t one of the most powerful people to ever walk this earth. That’s beside the point now though, “Gojo, not the bear, that thing.

She gestures at the necklace in the box, and Gojo just looks confused. “You don’t think she’ll like it?”

“Have you ever seen her wear anything even remotely like that?”

He thinks, and Shoko rolls her eyes as she realises this is probably the first time he’d even considered that part of the whole thing. He shrugs, still not seeing the issue with his choice, “It was the most expensive thing there.”

Shoko sits back on her heels, closing her eyes and sighing, “Gojo just tell her you like her.”

She turns to leave, and suddenly Gojo is full of doubts he did not have before.

Doubts so bad that now he’s actually stressed. Walking into a few shops and asking for the biggest, most expensive thing there was easy - especially with salespeople willing to prey on those with big wallets this time of year. The consideration that you might not like it, made things much more complicated.

Coming up to you empty-handed feels wrong, but Shoko was only a pit stop on his way to where you were sitting in your classroom, waiting for Ijichi to bring your students back to campus. Besides, he’s already set on having this talk now, so he pockets the necklace, and decides that Shoko didn’t technically say anything about the bear being a bad idea.

As he enters your classroom, you’re happy to see him, then you’re just confused as you take in the 5 foot teddy bear hooked under his arm.

“Hi… Satoru…” then your smile is tinged with a knowing glint in your eye as you realise, but give Gojo the opportunity to say it outright, “who’s that for?”

He plops it on your desk, total disregard for the papers he sends sliding off and onto the floor, singsong voice accompanying his hands waving at the bear in a small presentation, “It’s for you.”

“Oh!” You stand to meet the bear eye to eye, taking in its appearance. Soft white fur, light blue plastic eyes, large paws holding a silk pink heart with a ruffle around it and the words ‘Be My Valentine’. You smile wide, looking over to Gojo, “It’s you.”

You laugh, and he does too, then an awkward silence befalls the room as he realises he’d been so caught up in the gift-giving part of it all that he hadn’t even thought of what he was going to say to you.

“Well…” you break the silence first, grabbing the bear from the table and hugging it in your arms, “thank you.”

He nods, looking from the bear, then to you, and seems unsure of himself for the very first time since the two of you met. It makes you chuckle, like you have the upper hand, and you can’t help teasing him a little. “Jealous of a teddy bear, Satoru?”

The playfulness of your words lessens his worries and lightens his mood, and he stops being mired down in his newly found concerns at saying the right thing, returning to himself with a happy sigh - after making a mental note that Shoko was possibly not the person to go to about these things. He respected her too much to cast her opinion aside when needed. And he liked you too much to come in here acting cagey when he really just wants things to be how they always are with you, just with that little bit more.

This time, his pout is fake, exaggerated with his lower lip poked out, “Maybe…”

You feign pity, hugging the bear to you tighter, even giving it a kiss on the nose, “I dunno, this bear is the one asking to be my Valentine, not you.”

“In that case,” Gojo rounds your desk to stand next to you, leaning close and tugging his mask down with one finger to lock eyes with you as he finally asks, “Be my Valentine?”

It takes you a second to respond, wit momentarily lost at the rare occurrence of seeing those beautiful eyes so close, but then you’re smiling anew, and pressing a kiss to his nose instead. “Yes.”

#reminder minors and ageless blogs get blocked #my writing #vday event #gojo #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x reader

[hoesplay]

Hello~ I love your drawings sm,,, they look so soft i can't— can i please request itoshi rin and nagi seishiro (Separate, but if you don't do two characters then feel free to choose!!) asking the reader (his crush) to watch his game??? Thank you <3

ℝ𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 ℕ𝕒𝕘𝕚 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕔𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕙 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕘𝕒𝕞𝕖

𝘖𝘮𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 <3 𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺^^ 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 :)

𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘙𝘪𝘯, 𝘴𝘰 𝘐’𝘮 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘴

ｗｏｒｄ ｃｏｕｎｔ： １７３８

ｇｅｎｒｅ： ｆｌｕｆｆ

ｔｗ： ｍａｙｂｅ ｓｏｍｅ ｃｕｒｓｉｎｇ

Rin has been thinking about inviting you to watch his game for a while. It’s an easy task, the only problem is that he wants to do it in a nonchalant way to not break his unbothered persona. The last thing he wants is for you to connect the dots and realize the massive crush he has harbored for you. “It’s not a big deal anyway.”

You were currently by his place. You called him, “yapping” about how you haven’t hanged out in what felt like ages, so he “gave in” to your persuasion and invited you over. The truth is, it never takes long to drag Rin into your endeavors; for such an ice prick, he is quite easy to break.  He always acts irritated with your behavior, but you notice him smiling anyway when he thinks you’re not looking. You tried teasing him about it, but that only put him in a salty mood, so you stopped pointing it out.

The moment you stepped in his house, he left you by the doorway, acclaiming that he has stuff to do. “Do whatever you want, I don’t care.”, you took that as in invitation to follow him around. As you expected, it didn’t take long for him to snap at you. “You said I can do whatever I want. I want to hang out with you.”, you shot him a smirk, knowing it will get on his nerves. “Suit yourself then.”, you followed him into his room, where he set himself at the desk, not paying you attention. You plopped yourself on the bed, staring at the ceiling until you got bored. You got up, inspecting under the bed, then in the nightstand, followed by his closet. He noticed you rummaging through his things. “What the hell are you doing? You’re making a mess.”, he tapped his pencil annoyed on the table, half-way facing you. “Looking for your porn stash.”, he wasn’t impressed by your remark, so he went back to his business. “Good luck finding it.”.

The clothes were neatly folded, some that you recognized and some that you wondered what he’d look like in. He has a good fashion sense in your opinion, you’d love to drag him out to go shopping sometime. Rummaging with utmost care, a piece of clothing caught your eye. You took it out of the drawer, examining it. It was his jersey. You approached the boy with your catch raised in the air. “Look what I found!”, he peeked over his shoulder, asking himself what incriminating object could you have possibly found in there. He didn’t expect to see you fluttering his jersey in the air like some peace flag. He didn’t think much before opening his mouth.

“What do you want with that? You can wear it at tomorrow’s match, if you want.”, as soon as the words left his throat, he noticed how you froze. He took the opportunity to turn back around and do his work, in hopes of ridding himself of the heat that was rising up his neck. He slipped up big time. “THE Itoshi Rin himself just asked me to his match? Wow, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity.”, your teasing wasn’t helping, as you approached his chair and started poking his cheek. He snatched the jersey from where you were cradling it, swatting your hand away.

“It won’t make a difference whether you’re there. I’m going to win anyway.”, the silence he was met with made him more nervous. Rin was met with your blank stare. He wondered if his cheeks were as red as he imagined them. Your face inched closer to his, as he avoided your gaze. “If it doesn’t matter, then I’m not coming.”, he scoffed at your remark. You were definitely pushing his buttons, and it was working effectively. You were too close, staring at him so intently, probably giving him the chance to change his answer.

“Fine then.”, you stood straight, making your way to the door. Your vision darkened as something landed on your head. You took what was obstructing your eyes and noticed it was the jersey. Rin panicked and threw it at you without thinking. “I didn’t say I don’t want you to attend. The invitation is still on the table. Jeez, you’re so lukewarm.”, you giggled at his reaction. “Don’t worry, I was coming anyway.”, you smiled, turning around to face him. He was wearing a pout, fully aware that he fell into your trap. You draped the jersey over your shoulders, making a twirl. “Oh! It’s so large. Does it look good on me?”, he inspected the piece of clothing and your giddy face. He would die before he told you how cute you looked. “Whatever”, he looked away. So much for being nonchalant.

As he was distracting himself avoiding you, you creeped up, landing a chaste kiss on his cheek. The action caught him by surprise, face heating up. “You can have this as a good luck charm. Do your best tomorrow. I’ll be cheering for you, Mr. Lukewarm.”, whatever trance you had him in before shattered as a vein was furiously pumping on his forehead. This ice prick will have wrinkles before he knows it. “Don’t call me that!”

It didn’t even cross Nagi’s mind to invite you. Reo asked casually if you’re coming, which he instantly replied affirmatively. The answer tickled his best friend’s interest. “Heh? So, you finally got the balls to invite her?”, the question raised a question mark above Nagi’s head. His reaction was not missed by Reo, who started scolding him. In what world could he be so sure that you’d spawn yourself there without being invited. Unbeknownst to the tall athlete, his friend always made sure you are attending and in a good seat, so you can do your magic and bring Nagi to his peak with your cheering. It was unfair that he had to put more effort in a love life that wasn’t his. He had enough, and so did you.

“You know, I’m aware that you only ask me to come so I can motivate Nagi.”, you told Reo as he handed you the ticket. “If he wants me there, then why doesn’t he invite me himself?”, the boy didn’t know how to answer you, so you took your leave without the ticket. You were frustrated. The first time you were invited, you felt overjoyed. Seeing your crush on the field was a chance you could not miss. You took every opportunity Reo gave you with no shame. However, it changed when one of your friends pointed out that Nagi’s performance gets better every time you’re there for him. How you were bringing the best in him, you weren’t sure yet, but the mere thought of being used in this gig made you beyond embarrassed. You didn’t want to participate in spoiling him any longer.

On the other side, the guy was in denial. He’s not giving in to Reo’s nagging. “I’m sure she’ll come, but if you’re so worried, I’ll give her a call so you can hear it yourself.”, he grabbed his phone, quickly dialing your number. “Hey, (Y/N), quick question. Reo is asking if you are going to show up at tomorrow’s match. You are, aren’t you?”, Nagi put the conversation on speaker. “Is that so? Then tell Reo that I’m not attending.”, the confidence and his choice of words irked you. “Heh? Stop teasing us, what a bother.”, the way his friend face-palmed himself could seriously leave a mark. “I’m not joking, I’m not coming.”, you said sternly before hanging up.

“I told you” was written all over Reo’s forehead. Nagi slumped in his seat, indecisive about what he should do. There’s no way there are any tickets left a day before the event. A hand pushed to his chest snapped him out of his thought process. He gave his friend an annoyed look, before noticing the ticket pressed against him. Grabbing it, he glanced at the seat that marked the front row. “You really think about everything, don’t you?”, he was quite thankful for Reo’s thoughtfulness. “Yeah. Now’s not the time for you to be a wuss. What are you waiting for?”

Nagi made his way to your place. He didn’t quite understand why you’d need his approval to attend the game, he thought you already knew you are always welcome. The heavy knock on your door startled you. Peeking at who your unexpected visitor might be, you were met by a familiar figure. Opening the door, you waited for the man to explain himself. Instead, he shoved you the ticket.

“Come tomorrow.”, he said a little too assertive to your liking. “Did Reo put you to do this?”, you asked while scanning the piece of paper. “No. Did something happen? Why are you so against it?”, Nagi really has no filter to his curiosity. “It’s not that something happened. It’s just that nobody invited me.”, you lied a little, trying to suppress the giddiness that was threatening to show on your features. “I thought you knew you’re welcome to any of our matches.”, his remark was infuriating you and making you happy at the same time. “Well, how am I supposed to know? Reo always invites me, and you never say anything. I don’t want to be just a part of his schemes.”, your voice became more quite as you realized how silly you sounded.

“Schemes?”, Nagi visibly pondered over your words, humming lightly with a hand to his chin. “I don’t know what Reo is playing at, but I want you there watching me. Isn’t that enough?”, the boy turned a little embarrassed as the phrase slipped his mouth.

Noticing his change in behavior, you gave up with an exasperated sigh. “Fine, fine, I’ll attend.”, you said, averting your gaze while fluttering the ticket in your hand. “Ah, what a bother.”, the athlete left a relieved sigh. “On second thought, I won’t come.”, you snapped at him again. “Wait, no, I was joking. Just joking. I’ll be waiting for you tomorrow. Make sure to cheer louder than any other fan.”, he raised his fist. “Then you better be putting a show, or I’ll look like a loser.”, you bumped his fist, giving a cheeky smile. Nagi’s eyes lit up, bringing his finger up to touch your scrunched nose. “Watch me closely and see for yourself.”

Thank you for reading :)

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[engie-ivy]

(Wolfstar Meet-Cute with Fancy Guest Sirius and Waiter Remus!)

Read Part Two here

1697 words

When the best thing about a party is the waiter, it's either a very lame party, or a very appealing waiter. Or, as in this case, both.

There's Bound To Be Talk Tomorrow

Baby, it's Cold Outside - Frank Loesser

Sirius has to resist the urge to just lay his head down on the table and groan when Rabastan walks away for a moment to chat to the prime minister. The main course hasn't even been served yet and the evening already feels much, much too long.

“He's an asshole.”

Sirius looks up to see his table’s waiter having sat down on the chair next to him. Calloused hands, scars peeking out from under the collar of his shirt, floppy hair and a somewhat challenging look in his amber-coloured eyes.

Around them, people are milling about, dressed to the nines, seeing and being seen, exchanging polite conversation with existing connections and trying to make new connections, at the annual Christmas benefit gala dinner for high society's rich and powerful. Sirius can already see curious, and some scandalized, looks being thrown in their direction for an employee sitting down at one of the tables and talking to one of the guests. The waiter must also notice, but he doesn't seem to care, or even might enjoy causing a little controversy.

Sirius is intrigued.

He has been exchanging looks with the waiter all evening, it's actually the only thing that has made the evening bearable so far.

“I know things are unequally distributed,” Rabastan said. “Of course I have achieved everything by working very hard, but sometimes I think it's just so unfair that I'm also highly intelligent, well-spoken, and a naturally gifted businessman. I feel bad for those who don't have my skills and talent, but giving money to the poor will not solve anything. They will just squander it.” He shook his head. “No, I believe I'll help most by leading by example and giving advice based on my own successes.”

“Mmm,” Sirius hummed. “I don't think ‘let your dad make you CEO of his company’ is very useful advice to many.”

Sirius heard someone snort, and when he looked up, he saw the waiter quickly covering his mouth with his hand. They exchanged an amused look.

“Why would I have to pay for other people's health care?” Rabastan asked loudly, wine almost splashing out of his glass. “I take good care of myself! I spend precious time working with a personal trainer, I only let my personal chef prepare healthy meals, and I only eat at restaurants serving the finest organic foods.”

One of the women at their table looked at Rabastan with admiration.

Rabastan sat back in his chair, smirking. “If other people want to stuff themselves with fast food, it's their problem if they get sick. I'm not going to pay the prize.”

The waiter glanced at Sirius in a ‘is this guy for real?’ kind of way, and Sirius had just shrugged helplessly.

Rabastan lifted his glass. “I'd like to propose a toast! But not to myself, no. The excellent year I had, all my personal achievements, all my impressive financial gains, it all means nothing in light of the good cause for which we are gathered here tonight; the orphaned children.”

“Orphaned children,” Sirius repeated with a raised eyebrow. “You do know tonight is to raise money for children fighting cancer?”

Rabastan gave him an annoyed look. “Of course,” he said pointedly. “That's what I meant. When you give so much to so many charities all the time, you sometimes lose track.” He placed a hand over his heart. “I'm just such a giving person. It's my biggest flaw.”

Sirius almost automatically searched the waiter's gaze, and when their gazes met, they rolled their eyes at the same time.

Yet, Sirius hadn't expected the waiter to be so bold as to sit down in the vacant chair next to him the moment Rabastan’s back was turned, and talk to him like that.

“Your date, I mean,” the waiter says, as if Sirius might not have understood. “Your date’s an asshole.”

His refreshing straightforwardness, his ‘I don't care’-attitude, the challenge hidden in those eyes, it's… Well, it's damn hot, is what it is.

“I know,” Sirius agrees, taking a sip from his drink.

The waiter smirks. “So, is that your type then? Egocentric pricks?”

Sirius chuckles. “Not quite, no. It was my mother who insisted on this match.”

The waiter arches an eyebrow. “Does your mother always pick your dates?”

“This was a special case,” Sirius replies. “Her brother's daughter just got engaged to a Lestrange, so of course one of her children simply had to attend tonight's event with a Lestrange as well.” He rolls his eyes.

“You do know that you are allowed to say no to your mother, right?” The waiter asks.

“Oh, believe me, I do,” Sirius replies. “Going against my family's wishes is actually one of my specialties, but in this case I decided to oblige.”

“How so?”

Sirius nods towards a couple a few tables to the right and the waiter turns to look.

A young man with features similar to Sirius’, but shorter and slightly thinner, with also shorter hair, styled in an old-fashioned haircut, is talking to another young man, with blond curly hair and a face that seems permanently flushed. They seem not to notice anything else in the room, leaning towards each other with similar smiles on their faces, talking animatedly.

“Cute,” the waiter states.

“My younger brother, Regulus,” Sirius says. “He got asked by Evan Rosier to attend tonight's event together, and he was just over the moon. I knew that our mother wasn't going to let go of the idea of one of her children attending with a Lestrange, and that if I would say no, she would ask Reg, and he has never been as good as I am in telling our parents no. He definitely would've agreed for some stupid reason as ‘placing the family's interest above his own’ or something like that, even though it would've killed him to turn down Rosier.” Sirius shakes his head. “I decided to give Reg this one night with Rosier that he had been so looking forward to, and the only way I could, was by agreeing to attend with Rabastan Lestrange myself.”

“And here I was thinking you just had awful taste in men,” the waiter says. “But there's actually some noble, self-sacrificing reason behind it.”

“It's just one night of sitting in a chair eating fancy food,” Sirius says. “Not much sacrifice.”

“Well, I couldn't do it,” the waiter says, glancing at the many rows of cutlery on the table. “Sitting next to him with so many knives within hand's reach. I would've stabbed him by now.”

Sirius chuckles. “I admit I came close to jabbing a fork in his hand at one point, but I feared I would hit my own leg, as his hand happened to be positioned on my thigh at that moment.”

The waiter makes a face. “I'm sorry.” Then he looks at Sirius with a sincere expression. “Listen,” he begins a tad awkwardly. “You definitely don't strike me as some damsel in distress and I'm sure you can take good care of yourself and don't need to hear this from me, but I hope you're not letting him bring you home? I know it's none of my business, but I don't like the way he's looking at you, and he seems like the type of person who's not used to being told no. I don't like the idea of you being alone with him.”

“Don't worry,” Sirius says, tapping his glass of water. “I made sure I have my own ride. I drove here on my motorcycle.”

“Motorcycle?” The waiter groans, placing a hand over his heart. “God, just when I thought you couldn't get any hotter.”

Sirius barks a laugh.

The waiter tilts his head and smiles while looking at Sirius. “I like your laugh. I didn't hear you laugh like that before.”

Sirius, who can't even recall the last time he blushed, feels his face flush. “That's because it's my real laugh. And Rabastan told me not to laugh like that in public. He says I'll embarrass him, and that it makes me sound like a barking dog.”

The waiter frowns. “Like… that's a bad thing? I mean, can you imagine a better sound than a barking dog?”

Sirius barks another laugh.

“That's two,” the waiter says. “Two times I made you laugh your real laugh. Take that, Rabastan. You know,” he leans forward smiling at Sirius. “I think, given the chance, I can increase that number.”

“What do you mean?” Sirius asks.

“How about we just get out of here together?” The waiter asks.

“Really?” Sirius asks, and then he smirks. “Didn't you just warn me against being alone with a man who might have an ulterior motive?”

“Ah,” the waiter says, holding up a finger. “I said a man who isn't used to being told no. I, however, am very much used to being told no!” Then he cringes at himself. “Good god, did I really just try to flirt with a cute guy by emphasizing how used I am to being rejected?”

Sirius barks a laugh again.

The waiter says nothing, just holds up three fingers.

Sirius shakes his head, but he can't suppress the smile on his face. “You'll lose your job.”

The waiter shrugs. “It's a shite job, with shite pay.”

“Still,” Sirius says. “You'll give it up for someone you know nothing about?”

“I know that I want to hear that laugh more often,” the waiter says. “As for the rest? I'm willing to take a risk.” He holds out his hand. “So, what do you say? Is it too much of a cliché for me to sit on the back of your motorcycle with my arms wrapped around you, while we drive off into the night together?”

It will undoubtedly be stupid. The waiter will lose his job, Sirius will get in all sorts of trouble with his family, and they don't even know each other's name. Yet, there's something about the man that Sirius finds himself unable to resist. “It is a terrible cliché,” Sirius agrees, while still reaching out to take the man's offered hand. “But I guess I can appreciate a good classic.”

Now with a Part Two!

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[likeahorribledream]

Eeeeeee! I’m excited for this short stories series!!!

Could you please do: Ransom Drysdale (you know I love how you write him! 😉), mob universe, with this prompt “It’s like you never really see me. I’m standing right in front of you and you don’t see me!”

Please and thank you!!!

I love me some mob ransom 😍

Word count: 1.4K

TW: None

As always, written on my phone and reading my own stuff makes me cringe so I apologize for any and all mistakes as this is unedited!

When you were younger, it always made you laugh when adults used the term “honeymoon phase” to describe a certain time in their relationship. Especially when those people weren’t married or even in a relationship. To you a honeymoon has always been the vacation you take after getting married, and that was it. As you grew older of course people explained to you what the term really meant in the way that they were using it.

“Sometimes it’s a few weeks, a few months or a few years and if you’re really lucky it could last for the entire relationship. A period of time where everything is great, both people are happy and in love, and life is just good.” You remember your aunt telling you this after your first heartbreak. “Why does it have to end?” You had asked her, not understanding why couples wouldn’t want to stay in the honeymoon phase. “Life gets in the way, reality sets in and things change.” She had simply answered.

This conversation plays back in your head every time you start a new relationship. Which wasn’t often, you were quite picky and what you wanted was to be with someone with whom the honeymoon phase never really ends. That’s what true love meant to you.

As your aunt taught you it wasn’t rare for life to get in the way, for reality to set in and for things to change, but you were always ok. If it ended, then it wasn’t meant to be. You didn’t have a lot of relationships, but you loved going out on dates. You loved meeting new people and getting to know all the little fun facts about them. No matter how the dates went you always ended up learning something new about yourself, and about other people, and you never regretted any of them.

That is until you accepted to go on your first blind date. Usually you want to get to know the person a little by exchanging messages before meeting them face-to-face, but this one time one of your coworkers at work said she knew a sweet guy who was also dating for the long run. Her boyfriend’s coworker. Normally you wouldn’t have said yes, but you liked your coworker and you’ve met her boyfriend a few times, and he was sweet too.

It added to the confusion as to how you ended up in a nice restaurant with the sleaziest man you’ve ever met. All of his comments were innuendos and the way he looked at you made your skin crawl. You just didn’t know if he acted this way because he was nervous or that’s just how he was. Whatever the reason, you were beyond uncomfortable and you wanted to leave.

You eyed nervously around, just hoping that an opportunity was going to present itself soon so that you could leave without hurting his feelings too much. It finally came in the way of a tall, broad blonde who stepped up to your table. He was very clearly a sharp dresser, all of his accessories were chosen with purpose and you could see some ink peeking from under his sleeves and collar. You had no idea who he was, but he was already your best friend.

You’re guessing your date knew who the blonde was because as soon as they made eye contact, your date became paler than a ghost. Everything happened so fast after that: your date was gone with the threat of security throwing him out on his ass if he didn’t get out on his own, the blonde invited you to his table for a complimentary dessert, that’s how you found out he owned the restaurant, and before you knew it it was way past midnight and you had been talking for hours with the man. His name was Hugh Drysdale, but he insisted you call him Ransom.

As the true gentleman and savior that he was, Ransom drove you back to your apartment complex. Well, his chauffeur did but Ransom came along.

His chauffeur would pick you up at exactly the same spot a few nights later, Ransom opening the backseat’s door for you so that you could go on your first official date together. It took about a month of you dating him to find out, from one of your coworkers, that Ransom wasn’t only a restaurant owner but also a part of one of the biggest mob families on the east side.

Not that you cared. You didn’t judge him for the way he was brought up, as far as you were concerned he was a good man. He never showed you once that he couldn’t be trusted, that’s all that mattered to you.

It really didn’t take long before the two of you became inseparable, you were spending more time at his mansion than you did at your apartment. You only went from time to time to get more clothes and pick up your mail, otherwise you only left the mansion to go to work.

It was all going perfectly, until Ransom’s grandfather died and that his father got arrested for murdering him. Suddenly Ransom found himself at the head of the table, and everything started going downhill from there.

Ransom was beyond stressed, and you could easily understand why. There wasn’t much you could do for him, aside from offering him your help and your support if he needed it. As an ER nurse, you had seen your fair share of family drama and tragedy but never to this extent. You couldn’t blame him for closing himself off to you, although you really wished he would let you in so that you could take some of that pain on yourself and make it easier for him to get through the day.

At first you were really understanding, that was until his attitude changed towards you. He wasn’t the man who you met at the restaurant months ago, and you’re not sure you like the version of Ransom you’re beginning to discover. You’d love to talk to him about it, but he’s always in his office in the basement with his men until he leaves the mansion all together or he finally joins you in bed late at night.

You wanted to talk to him about it, so you asked for a special date night. Nothing fancy, just dinner together at the table so you could take a moment and actually talk to each other. Though he had promised to you that he was going to be there, you weren’t surprised that he didn’t show up until hours after you were supposed to meet. You finally had enough, and you went back to Ransom’s room to pack a bag.

“What’s going on?” Ransom asked as he walked into his room, looking exhausted and disheveled.

“You’re late.” You simply said as you finally ended packing, not even looking up at him.

“What do you mean I’m late?” He frowned, not understanding. It hit him after a few seconds. “Fuck, kitten. I’m sorry, I forgot and I had things to do. You know how busy I am.” He loosened up his tie and toed off his shoes.

“Oh, believe me I know.” You said in a cold tone.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He crossed his arms on his chest.

“You’re so busy, I don’t even matter anymore.” You grabbed your bag and stared him down.

“Oh fuck, don’t start.” He shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose, this conversation was already giving him a migraine. “I have enough shit to deal with during the day, I don’t need your drama at night.”

“I’ve been telling you for weeks to lean on me, to talk to me so that I can help you but no. It’s like you never really see me. I’m standing right in front of you and you don’t see me! Until you need to blow off steam; then you suddenly remember I exist and you spend the little time I have with you telling me off on all the things I’ve been doing wrong.” You walked past him and grabbed your jacket that was by the bedroom door.

“Where are you going?” Ransom felt like he was on an emotional rollercoaster: he was tired, then annoyed, then he felt guilty and finally he was panicking.

“I’m going home.” You simply answered as you stepped outside his bedroom.

“You are home.” He quickly answered, following you.

“This isn’t my home anymore. I’m done.” You told him without looking back, you felt you might give in to him if you saw the look in his eyes. You hurried out of the mansion and to your car, ignoring Ransom as he called after you.

The honeymoon phase was over, and so was the relationship you thought was going to be forever.

#ransom Drysdale #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale x female!reader #mob!ransom drysdale x reader #mob!ransom drysdale x female!reader #knives out fanfiction #knives out #mob AU #Hugh drysdale #Hugh ransom drysdale #Chris Evans #Chris Evans x reader

[intoxicated-chan]

Got Nothing Against You and Surely I’ll Miss You

♡o。.✿ฺ Paring // Simon “Ghost” Riley & Riley!GN!Reader

♡o。.✿ฺ Summary // Years after you left the Riley household, with a new life ahead of you under a woman, you welcome to soldiers into your home that brings more on with you.

♡o。.✿ฺ (A/n) // Inspired by “Afterlife” by Avenged Sevenfold! Yes, I love them. More Angst! But with fluff. This was VERY rushed so please mind mistakes and some cringey stuff. If I got anything wrong about Ghost, please let me know! And another reminder, this is all PLATONIC!

♡o。.✿ฺ Word Count // 1.6k

♡o。.✿ฺ Content Warnings // Gender neutral reader, reader’s code name is Smoke, Angst-fluff, abuse, mentions of drugs, mentions of nightmares, snooping, swearing…

You sometimes cursed at your ability to remember the most horrible things in your life.

Simon was around five, turning six in a few months before you came into the picture. He thought things couldn’t get worse but it seems your father had a personal vendetta against you being born, which Simon brough upon himself to protect you. And when he left for the military, you were left in the protection of your older brother, Tommy, and your mother.

You couldn’t take it. Even with Simon’s words, you couldn’t handle it. You finally broke. You couldn’t wait for four years before he returned, you just couldn’t. You finally understood when no one even tried to stop you from walking out of that door. It hit you like a train, they didn’t love you. And the question, did Simon love you as well? You didn’t say goodbye, you weren’t willing to watch your brother spiral while your mother let it happen.

You sometimes wished you could see Simon’s reaction. Was he glad you left? Or sad? Is he still worried about you? Or couldn’t give a shit? But who were you to care? You were just born into a dysfunctional and abusive family. You didn’t have the bravery like Simon or found a way to cope with abuse. But even with so many questions, you left your life behind and to do so, you chose to change who you are.

You no longer had the last name Riley, you chose to move to the states, you chose to finally finish your education, went to college, and landed a job which you worked under Kate Laswell.

It wasn’t everyday where you met a woman like Laswell, a warm heart which could change in an instant in a tight situation. You preferred to work in the safety of your home, looking over the files of soldiers she had sent you. You sent them back with their strengths and weaknesses, how they would perform in this situation or how they work well with other soldiers.

You weren’t gonna lie. Even with the many attempts of trying to forget, your past still haunted you like the plague. Days were without a nightmare, just for one to return the next. The envy and sadness whenever you see children happily with their parents, it always brings you back to those years. But in moments like these, you always chose to press on. There’s no way to return to your past, and even if you had the chance, why would you ever even think of returning to that place?

But like usual, you must press on…

You awaited at your table, rereading the text Laswell sent just a couple hours ago. ‘Two soldiers, Ghost and Soap, I know this is sudden but they need somewhere to stay the night.’ You didn’t hesitate when saying yes, you’ll house them, but you began to worry. Your house was located far from the city, the closest grocery store was probably two hours away. You preferred isolation, the noise from the city always gave you a headache and with the amount of people walking through the streets, it made you worry.

But the sound of a rather large vehicle pulling up made you snap out of your head, carefully standing to your feet and walking towards the door. You peeked through the peephole and saw the two men Laswell mentioned, they talked to themselves for a few seconds before walking towards your door.

Even when they walked towards the door, you didn’t open for them, scared that it may set them off. You waited until they knocked, waited a few seconds before pulling away and opening the door.

“Smoke?” The mohawk man asked you, his accent thick and heavy. You nodded, letting them enter your little humble abode.

“Laswell mentioned you two will be staying the night, I’ve prepared the living room for you. Food is on the table and the showers are open.” You tell them, back turned since you were still wary of them, even with Laswell confirmation.

“Thanks.” The man turns to the other man dressed in darker clothing, “You gonna shower first or?”

He takes a moment to respond, “I’ll go.”

“Bathroom is down the hall, to the right.”

“Alright.” Heavy footsteps are still heard, even when he enters the bathroom.

“Thanks for lettin’ us stay the night.” The mohawk man starts, “Laswell told us little ‘bout you.”

“I would ask but letting me know your names is a start.”

“Soap. The other is Ghost.”

“You’re welcome to stay for however long you need, just don’t make a mess.”

Soap chuckles, “No promises!” Then he reaches over and grabs an apple, biting into it with ease, “How long have you been working with Laswell?”

You shrug, “About a few years.”

“Your accent.”

“What about your accent?”

“Scotland. You’re from the UK?”

“Born and raised.” You huffed.

“Why’d you move ‘ere?”

“To get away from my people.”

“What kind of people?” Soap question, already finished with the apple.

“You’re getting real close, Soap.” You warn.

He backs off, “Sorry… But-”

“You heard what they said, Soap.” Ghost cuts him off, dressed in a black shirt with matching pants and socks, “They know little of us or we know little of them, the better it is for all of us.” He tosses a towel to Soap which he easily catches, “There’s still hot water left.”

“Yes!” He cheers, running towards the bathroom.

“Glasses?” You point at the cupboard. You hear him open and close it, filling his glass with water, “So, the UK.”

“Born and raised.” You repeated, “I thought you heard my conversation with Soap.”

“I did, but wanted to hear myself.”

“And I thought They know little of us or we know little of them.” You horribly mimic his voice, “Why does it peak your interest?”

Ghost has his back turned. You could see him lifting the lower part of his mask up and drinking the water before lowering it back down.

“...The drawings in your room, they look nice.”

You were ready to scold the man for going in your room, but you thought it better that they know their surroundings, “Thanks.”

“How long have you been drawing?”

“Four years now.” You look at the time on your phone, almost eleven, “You boys better get some sleep, you guys have a long day.” You walk away before Ghost could say anything else. Shutting your door and lying on your bed.

The next morning, you were expecting them to leave no evidence of them being here but a meal cooked with a little note.

‘Breakfast is the most important meal of the day!’ With a Soap and Ghost drawing, it puts a smile on your face.

It wasn’t long before they started coming around more often, mainly Soap. Then came Sergeant Gaz, Captain Price, Colonel Vargas, and then Sergeant Major Parra… It sorta filled the hole in your heart, replacing what was missing… But it still felt empty, because without your older brother Simon, you didn’t know what you were getting yourself into was right.

“What’s this I hear?” Alejandro snickers, “The little Smoke has an eye on someone? Are they part of this group?” You shake your head, “In the military?” You nod and he gasps, “They’re in the military!” He shouts, following laughter from Rodolfo.

“But seriously who is he?” Rodolfo calmly asks, unlike Alejandro’s very lifted spirits.

Ghost was the only one to break away from the group, using your bathroom. Soap kept whining how he needed to go but Ghost was taking his sweet ass time. He kept pounding his fist on the door, not caring for damage, it took him a minute to realize that Ghost wasn’t in the bathroom.

“Has anyone seen Ghost?” Soap spoke up when he came out of the bathroom, “Or did anyone see him leave?” Rodolfo and Alejandro shake their heads, while you only shrug.

“He probably went home, the big guy looked tired.” You tell, resuming with your little gossip. It wasn’t long before the clock struck midnight and the three returned to their homes.

You tossed open your room door with a huff, then let out another gasp. Even with the poorly lit room, you could see Ghost sitting on your bed, looking down at something since his back was turned to you.

“Jesus Ghost!” You scold him, walking over to him, “What are you doing in my… Room?” You look at his hands, heart dropping when you see the photo. You snatch it, holding it close to your chest, “How did you get this?”

“After all these years… You did in fact keep it.” Ghost carefully speaks, not wanting to anger you but mainly, he was just in shock, “And I thought he got rid of you.” He whispers.

“What the hell are you talking about?” But you knew…

“It’s me, (Y/n). It’s Simon.”

Your eyes immediately begin to water as you eye him up and down. You slowly shake your head in disbelief, “No… No.” You retorted, “Simon joined the military, he was scheduled to return four years later.”

He stands to his feet, “I got a leave, (Y/n). I came home early.” One hand on your shoulder and another cupping your face, “But when I came home… I thought…”

You choked on your words, swallowing the thick lump in your throat, “I couldn’t be alone, you knew that I wouldn’t last, I couldn’t handle it.”

Ghost’s hands come up to his face, pulling off his mask with desperation but you could see a little hesitation when you saw his scarred face. He avoided your eyes, even if he wanted to prove that he was Simon.

The photo is long gone, your hands slowly come to his face, “Simon…” You whisper, “Look at me please.”

Finally, he looks at you, his eyes glistening like glass, “You hate me… Don’t you?”

You shake your head, letting your tears fall, “I don’t hate you.” You hug him, feeling his arms wrapping around you, “I miss you.” Hugging him like it was your last day on earth.

© Intoxicated-Chan, I do not allow my work to be copied, translated, modified, adapted, or put on any other platform without permission.

#platonic #x reader #fluff #cod mw #cod mw22 #cod modern warfare #cod x reader #cod x you #cod alejandro #cod ghost #ghost x gn reader #simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon riley x y/n #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you

[centralperkchenford]

Lucy comes home to Ava and Tim having a tea party 🥳

This one was so fun to write! I hope you like it!!

Lucy comes home to Ava and Tim having a tea party 🥳

So baby just hold on it wont be like this for long

Lucy walks into the house and immediately knows something is up. She balances the groceries on her round belly, and walks farther into the house. She’s met with silence, and considering she knows her two year old is at home and is usually running rampant in the house she’s very concerned.

She goes into the kitchen and sets the groceries down on the counter. “Tim?” She calls out. “Ava?” She looks around the room to see Kojo’s leash hanging on the rack and Ava’s tiny shoes underneath the bench. She furrows her brows a little bit. So they aren’t out on a walk or at the park.

She checks to see if Tim’s truck is in the driveway and it is. She frowns again.

“Tim? Ava?” She calls again as she climbs up the stairs. She pauses at the top of the stairs a little out of breath, wishing they had a one story house and then continues down the hallway to Ava’s room.

The door is open and she peeks inside and has to clamp a hand over her mouth to keep in a laugh. Tim is sitting at Ava’s small table in a tiny chair that looks uncomfortable. He’s wearing a pink feather boa, a tiara and from the side it looks like he has a unicorn sticker on his shirt and glitter under his eyes.

Ava on the other hand is in a pink frilly dress, a tiara and white gloves, she’s carefully pouring something into Tim’s cup. She smiles as Tim takes a sip and then continues to pour for the dolls and stuffed animals around the table. She skips around to her chair and sits down.

“Cookie daddy?” Ava says in her sweet little voice. Tim reaches across the table to take the cookie Ava is handing him.

“Thank you princess.” He says and Ava giggles as she picks up her own cookie. Lucy shifts a little on her foot and then knocks softly on the door.

She smiles as they both turn to look at her, smiles lighting up both their faces. She would never get tired of that.

“Mommy!” Ava squeals as she runs over to Lucy, she swoops her daughter up and sets her on her bump.

“Hi sweet pea.” She says kissing Ava’s cheek. “What are you and daddy doing?”

“Tea party!” She says excitedly. Lucy puts Ava down and she goes and grabs a chair setting it at the table next to Tim.

“Sit mommy!” Ava says pointing to the chair. Lucy tries not to grimace knowing once she sits down she probably won’t ever get up. She looks over at her husband who has his eyebrows raised and a smug look on his face.

“She said sit down and we listen to the princess right Ava?” Tim says giving Lucy a goofy grin before turning back to their daughter who nods her head. The tiara falling askew on her head.

“Sit mommy!” Ava says again and Lucy sighs as she lowers herself into the chair. She has to turn sideways so her belly is out of the way.

Tim leans over and presses a kiss to the top of her head. “I’m stuck too baby. We can be stuck together.” He whispers and she turns to smile at him.

“Mommy! Drink!” Ava commands and Lucy turns away from Tim to look at her daughter. Ava points at her the cup in front of Lucy. She looks in it and it looks like it’s water. She’s till a little nervous last time they had a tea party, the cups were full of stuff she didn’t even want to think about. She smiles at Ava and takes a sip out of the cup and lets out of sigh of relief. It’s water.

Tim leans over again to whisper in her ear. “I switched it out at last minute. She had a whole concoction ready to go.” She snorts quietly because she has no doubt about that.

“Mommy?” Ava says and Lucy lifts her eyes back to her daughter’s face. Her blue eyes are wide and sparkling.

“Yes baby?” Lucy asks reaching out to smooth Ava’s soft dark hair and to fix her tiara.

“You have fun?” Ava asks never taking her eyes off of Lucy. Lucy leans forward as far as her belly would allow her and tucks some hair behind her ears.

“Yes baby I’m having fun. You have the best tea parties.” Lucy says and Ava claps her hands together and then reaches over to take a cookie off a plate and hands it to Lucy.

“Cookie.” Ava says and Lucy takes it from her.

“Thank you princess.” Lucy says and takes a bite of the cookie, Lucy knows Tim baked just for this.

“Ohh good cookie.” Lucy says throwing a look at Tim who shrugs his shoulders a bit of a smirk on his face.

“Did you help daddy make the cookies?” She asks.

Ava nods and sits up straight. “I mixed.” She says. “Daddy made mess.” Tim makes a noise of protest behind her and Lucy turns to him amused.

“You made a mess?” She tuts at her husband but there’s no heat to it.

He rolls his eyes at her in exasperation and takes another sip of the water. “We cleaned it up didn’t we Aves? So mommy didn’t have to.” Tim says to Ava who is setting a cup in front of her favorite stuffed bear.

“Yes.” She nods her head up and down. Lucy smiles at Ava as she goes around the table checking the cups.

“What do we do now princess?” Tim asks Ava. Ava chews on her bottom lip and then looks at Lucy, her eyes darting to her belly.

“Sissy.” She says pointing at Lucy’s belly. Tim and Lucy exchange looks. “Want sissy.” Tim chuckles a little and Lucy smiles.

Ava had been curious from the very beginning when they had told her they were having a baby. And when they found out it was a girl, Ava had been making plans for her sissy and she was very eager for her to come.

“Baby, sissy has a few more months in mommy’s belly.” Tim says gently. “And once she’s old enough you two can have all the tea parties you want.”

Ava claps her hands excitedly and then comes over to Tim’s side. “Daddy have fun?” She asks her blue eyes searching his face. Lucy smiles as Tim leans down to kiss Ava on the top of the head.

“This is the best tea party you have ever thrown Ava.” He says sincerely. Lucy smiles as Ava reaches to kiss Tim on the cheek.

“Love you.” She says softly and then skips away, talking to her toys about who knows what. Lucy watches her for a minute before turning back to Tim. He’s watching Ava intently, a soft look on his face. He must feel her eyes on him because he turns to look at her.

“What?” He asks softly. She tries to get up and move closer but she knows it’s not going to work. So instead she leans over on her elbows, “You are the best daddy.” She says softly. He leans forward too and studies her face. “You dress up, you bake cookies, and you are just there for her.”

Tim reaches under the table to grab her hand and he squeezes it. “She won’t want to do this forever.” He says his eyes darting to their daughter who is now in her bean bag chair reading a book to her bear. “I want to soak it all in before she thinks she is too cool to hang out with me.” Lucy let’s out a soft laugh.

“Too cool for you?” She says teasingly. “Never!” Tim huffs out a breath before he stands up, it takes a minute but then he’s free of the chair. He walks around and holds out his hand to pull her up. It takes a few tries but she’s finally free. He tucks her into his side, his hand immediately going to her belly. They stand there for a minute watching Ava as she reads her book to her bear waving her arms in the air.

“Soon you will have two little girls to do this with.” Lucy says and Tim kisses the top of her head.

“I couldn’t think of anything better than that.” He says. Lucy chuckles as they turn to leave Ava’s room hand in hand. She couldn’t think of anything better either.

#chenford #the rookie #chenford fanfic #tim bradford #tim x lucy #lucy chen #chenford fic #anon answered

[lionydoorin]

for your consideration: tara, who has almost certainly never interacted with a pet before, and nina, the cat who loves traumatized people

tara, who's never had a pet, both because of her fragile health and her mother's overall hatred for them.

who had never pet chad and mindy's childhood dog, because she was so scared of it they had to keep him outside the room whenever tara visited them. who only heard stories about amber's old cat, who passed away when her ex best friend was six.

who's startled when kirby first releases nina in the apartment, watching, with amazed eyes, as the small, black cat passes by them and runs into the agent's new bedroom.

she thought it was cute. but from a safe distance.

it was certainly calmer than when she had to worry about the meeks-martin's dog, though, because whenever they went to kirby's place, nina was nowhere to be found. tara would always wonder where she went; sometimes, she'd find her hiding in the closet, or taking a nap under the table.

one time, she went into the kitchen to grab a cup of water and found nina lying on the counter, tail gently wagging, and watched as the cat's head peeked up with the new presence.

tara ran out of the room right after.

it was always like this, though – she'd keep her distance, just like the kitten, watching as she existed in their presence. sometimes, when they arrived, the agent would call out her name and nina would respond with the smallest squeak. sam would pass by her and give her a gentle pat in the head, and tara would watch as the cat closed its eyes and purred contently. she'd see her rubbing up against kirby's leg when it was time for dinner and it would make her smile.

once, tara and kirby were on the couch while sam, mindy and chad went out to grab their pizza (safety in numbers, or something), and tara flinched slightly as she noticed nina jumping on the center table.

"you're not really a cat person, are you?" kirby chuckled, chugging a bit of her beer.

"i'm not the biggest fan of pets," tara said, fascinated eyes watching as the cat licked her paw and rubbed it on her face repeatedly. "i had never seen a cat up close before i met nina, actually."

"oh?"

tara nodded, pursing her lips in a tight smile as she looked up to the woman beside her. "never had animals. my mom wasn't a big fan of them, and she thought if we had one it could trigger my asthma. she didn't wanna waste her money on any more hospital bills. i seem to be doing just fine with your cat around, though. and nina seems pretty calm."

"she likes you." kirby's words made tara tilt her head slightly in confusion, looking back at the cat, that was now licking her own stomach. the woman shrugged. "she was a dumpster cat before i found her. probably got abandoned, and then she had her kittens pretty early on, and, well, nina's not really fond of people. not besides me, since, well, i'm her caretaker and stuff. but you see how she acts around gale. i guess since you never insisted, she liked that. i'm not saying you should run up to her, carry her around and become best friends with my cat. but i'm just saying that there's nothing to be afraid of, as well."

tara still watched. questioned, as she absorbed kirby's words, if this meant she could give it a try.

wondered if she would like to try.

——

sometimes, when kirby and mindy talked about movies, it reminded tara of her old best friend.

mindy and amber had lots of similar discussions before. the meeks twin would start an argument about the latest horror film she'd watched, specially when amber expressed a different opinion than hers — teasing her, daring her to prove them wrong. and amber would respond with such enthusiasm they'd get lost inside their own horror-centric universe.

whenever their group had a movie night and they settled for horror, the controller always fell on their hands. either kirby or mindy would give them insight into different options, so they could vote on the one that would be chosen.

before they pressed play, one of them would comment on something of the movie they were excited to watch — or rewatch — and it sparked a discussion that lasted for at least an hour, when someone finally managed to steal the remote from their hands and start the dvd.

this first hour always made tara kind of black out; she'd pull her knees close to her chest, staring at the distance as she blocked out all of the noise. her mind would wander elsewhere, away from movie dates she's once had, from get-togethers with her high school group where they laughed and acted like real teenagers. she'd avoid thinking of everything she once had and longing for those that she lost.

it always left her with a sort of melancholy, one that carried throughout at least half of the movie. but it was always best to not think at all than to face the things she felt constantly.

she was so lost in herself she didn't notice a presence settling beside her. nina walked in small steps, passing by kirby in front of the dvd player, jumping on the center table and stopping in front of where tara was positioned on the ground. then, she moved again, slowly pushing herself towards the girl, before she decided to sit right by her side, watching the group interact.

tara got back to her senses as a tail brushed her side, blinking rapidly and shaking her head as she adjusted her hazy vision. then, she notices it. nina, sitting there, tail gently wagging and eyes focused on the group interaction.

first, tara felt the initial panic; the thought of losing her breath, of having to claw at her throat and take her medicine as soon as possible. her hands searched for her inhaler, right then, finding it securely stored on her pocket. she didn't feel any chest pain, nor shortness of breath. everything was fine. she was fine.

(but i'm just saying that there's nothing to be afraid of, as well.)

she reached out hesitantly, watching as nina side-eyed her movement. seeing the cat didn't shift or run away from the idea of being touched, tara brushed her fingers through the fur in curiosity, choosing to pet her just like sam did the other day.

nina closed her eyes, lying down, seeming content with the gentle head massage she was receiving.

she retreated her hand, watching as nina leaned to rub her head against her leg, before she returned to the same spot by her side. she lied down again, both her front and back paws hidden by her tiny body.

"you're a good kitty, nina." she whispered. mirroring each other, tara and nina looked ahead, observing the rest of the group interacting, mindy leaning her body back with the remote raised above her head as chad impatiently pushed her, fighting for it.

tara felt happy, simply existing in the presence of this new but somehow familiar presence, and nina apparently felt the same way, quietly purring beside her.

#screaming crying throwing up #nina the cat i would die for you #tara carpenter #kirby reed #nina the cat #<- im giving her a tag #ma talks scream #scream #ask #kirbycarpenter #totally not thinking about nina and tara as parallels. the cat that was abandoned and the girl with abandonment issues. #and totally not thinking about how they're parallels in sam and kirby's life #no wonder nina liked tara #and tara found nina fascinating #they are more alike than tara thinks #ma ur writing

[lovely--lover]

They are so pretty NSFW Louis Ives

Summary: Louis is interested in your panties. So you let him wear yours and some things happen...

Contains: blowjob, crossdressing(?), crying during sex a little, slight dom reader(?), slight dirty talk, teasing, and sex (F reader)

Word count: 2k

I’ve never written NSFW content before so I’m not sure how to do the warnings let me know if I missed anything! And let me know what you think. I would definitely love feedback on your thoughts and how to improve my spicy skills 😏

Louis was a man you met in the city, his quiet charm capturing you, always a perfect gentleman. Opening doors, asking about your day, holding his arm out as you crossed the street, and showering you in compliments. Louis had a talent for noticing small details, when you wore a new shade of lipstick or painted your nails a new color, he always noticed. Always making you feel special and all you wanted was to make Louis feel special too. So…

After a few dates, you invited Louis to your home, intending to impress him with a homecooked meal. Although it wasn't quite going to plan as the water boiled over and you were dropping stuff on the ground all while Louis watched with a small smile. His gaze made you nervous, there is no way he would be impressed watching, an idea popped into your head. “Hey, Louis! why don’t you look around while I cook!” He was surprised by the offer and lingered around the kitchen a few moments before accepting.

Louis wondered about your small apartment, it smelt nice, and he appreciated the feminine touch of your home. It was much different from his own cluttered and messy apartment. Admiring the few plants spread around the living room allowing his hand to enjoy the soft blanket draped over the couch. Wandering further, smiling as he entered your room. Looking around, wanting to learn more about you; floral bedsheets, band posters, plushies, and….underwear. A pair of white lacy panties laying in the middle of the floor.

Louis knew he shouldn't, he really shouldn't, it had gotten him in trouble before. But his body was doing the opposite of his thoughts. The garment already in his hand the silky material soft material under his fingertips. Louis held them against his body admiring himself in the full-length mirror, heart racing at the thought of wearing them. How would they feel? How would they look? They were pretty and he wanted to be pretty like the panties…..like you.

Dinner was complete! You set the table making sure everything was perfect; fancy plates, glasses already filled with wine, and a fresh bundle of flowers as the centerpiece. With a final glance, you smiled at how perfect it was, and went to find Louis. Walking through the home you peered around corners until you saw Louis in your room. Before you could fully enter your eyes met his in the reflection of the mirror. Your underwear was pressed against his crotch until he dropped them before turning to face you “Y/N I-” his face was red and the front of his pants were bulging. “Louis…what are you doing?”

It was quiet as you and Louis sat across from each other attempting to enjoy dinner. The air was thick and heavy as tension-filled every inch of the room before Louis broke it. “Thank you Y/N it's quite delicious” his voice was shaky as he glanced up at you for a moment. Gauging your reaction. “Thank you, Louis…..you look delicious.” The sound of his fork dropping to the table caught your attention. You used it as an excuse to stare at him, allowing your eyes to look him over, shamelessly. 

Louis sat across from you in nothing but a lacy red set of panties and bralette that you hand-selected from your personal collection. The red contrasted beautifully against his pale skin. The lace allowing his nipples to be exposed to your gaze, they were hard, pushing against the fabric. Your eyes trailed lower and your mouth began to water at the sight. The tip of his cock was peeking out the top of the lacy garment, leaking onto the exposed flesh of his lower stomach. You took it all in again as you looked him back up and into his eyes

Louis felt hot and exposed to your intense gaze as you stared at him hungrily. The lace of the panties was soft and smooth, it felt nice against his hard cock, making him harder. Becoming overcome with desire by the second. He was already overwhelmed. He expected you to scream and force him out of your home. But you let him stay and even after admitting his desires, you wanted him, you accepted him. Your words went straight to his heart causing it to beat faster, “You look delicious” it made his cock throb. The words left his lips before he could think “Then taste me”

You were out of your seat in an instant before settling in Louis's lap. Your lips capturing his, they were soft, despite the force and desperation. Savoring the taste of cheap wine on Louis's tongue as yours entered his mouth exploring every inch. Louis’s met yours. Tongues melding together wanting to taste as much of each other as possible, it was more important than breathing. When you finally pulled away a string of saliva glistened one last connection between your lips and Louis’s. 

Louis marveled at you. The way your hair messed up, the sudden plumpness of your lips, and the way your chest moved while gasping in air. You were truly beautiful, he could never compare, but you were his and that was enough. Louis wondered if you could understand his thoughts when you spoke next.

“Wow, this is without makeup or hair” you caressed his face admiring the soft features  “If you had it you'd be stunning… prettier than me “ a small laugh escaped your lips. Louis's cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink as he dropped his head to avoid your gaze “No, I could never be as pretty as you”

You placed a finger under his chin gently lifting his head making his eyes meet yours. “You're beautiful Louis” eyes scanning over his body as your hands followed. His flesh was soft, warm, and damp with sweat.  “So beautiful…..I want you”

A whimper left his lips as you captured them in yours, once again. Slipping your fingers through the softness of his hair. Tightening the hold as you reached the nape of his neck, tugging back to expose the flesh of his throat. Kissing over his pulse, before sucking the flesh into your mouth, intending to leave marks that would live on for days. Pulling back you admired the reddened skin.

The taste of Louis's lips was sweet but you wanted more and you could no longer ignore the lace-clad bulge pressing against your own lace panties. Thankful for the dress you threw on last minute. “I’m gonna taste you now okay, Louis” as you began kissing and licking your way down his body until your knees met the floor in front of him. 

His cock looked so pretty outlined in red. The lace providing a glimpse of his flesh. Your lips parted almost involuntarily desperate to taste him. Leaning forwards you pressed your tongue over his lace-covered dick as you licked him over through the fabric. It was rough against your tongue but tasted like him, you wanted more.

Pulling back you took the band of the underwear in your hands, tugging on it experimentally, before releasing it. Causing it to snap back against his flesh. The action made his thighs shake and a gasp leave his lips. You began to pull down the fabric, Louis lifting his hips so you could remove them. “No, I want you to keep them on they're so pretty….just like you” his face flushed red hands coming up and covering it out of embarrassment. “Louis…look at me” He spread his fingers peeking out from his hand's eyes never leaving you. 

You continued lowering the fabric just enough to release his cock. Starting at the base you licked to the tip. Swirling your tongue, wanting to gather every drop of arousal leaking out, salty and warm on your tongue. Placing a gentle kiss against his tip after tasting every drop. Allowing your lips to move down leaving a trail of kisses. You pulled the lace panties down slightly more so his balls could hang free, exposing them, gently sucking them into your mouth. 

A drawn-out cry caught your attention Louis was staring down at you with glossy eyes. His mouth open and lips quivering. The words were on the tip of his tongue but he couldn't speak. You released his balls with a pop, resting your head on his thigh. Stroking him, as you gazed up, “Louis sweetie what is it? What's wrong?”

Louis's voice was breathless and desperate “Please stop teasing me Y/N” A pout adorned his lips as he silently begged you with pleading eyes. He whimpered once more as you released him from your grasp and stood, now towering over him. 

You reached out both hands using them to caress Louis's face using your thumbs to rub the softness of his cheeks. His eyes closing as he leaned into the touch savoring the gentle affection “What would my pretty girl like me to do instead?” A moan immediately fell from his lips and Louis realized there was no going back, there was no shame.

 “Please fuck me” It came out as a cry and Louis might have been crying, but he wasn't sure. But tears definitely fell as you sat down slowly encompassing his cock in your warmth. Starting off slow as you gently rocked against him, resting your head on his shoulder. Louis couldn't help but turn his head to place a kiss on your cheek.

You dropped all the way down, his length filling you, pressing against places that had never been reached before. Every time you rocked your hips he pressed a spongy spot inside that made you shiver. You needed more. Slowly you began bouncing on his cock finding the perfect pace. Speeding up until Louis was a moaning mess beneath you tears streaming from his eyes igniting your insides even more. “Aww your crying sweetie, does my pretty girl love being fucked that much?” Louis only whimpered in response.

Leaning forwards you stuck your tongue out running across Louis's cheeks capturing his tears, they were salty and pushed you closer to the edge. Louis was pushing you closer to the edge his smell, his taste, his feel. It was Louis, everywhere. 

“Does my pretty girl like to be fucked?” Louis was a moaning crying mess but he was still able to form words crying out. “Yes yes yes I do. Fuck me harder…please” He asked so sweetly, how could you deny him? 

You wrapped your arms around his neck holding him close as you began bouncing harder. The gasp of air wasn't enough you were light heated, hot, tingly all over but you couldn't stop. You were so close and so was Louis.  “I’m so close Y/N so close…. it's so good”

“Cum for me Louis please I wanna so how pretty you are when you come” your words were just what Louis needed to fall off the edge. White clouded his vision as he came a stream of moans leaving his lips “Thank you, thank you, thank you”

Louis's face scrunching up and mouth falling open filling your ears with moans was the last push you needed. Back arching as you scratched at whatever flesh was under your hands. After you came your body dropped down resting against Louis.

Louis was impressed with you further he never thought he would find someone who would accept him but you did without a second thought. He pulled the blanket tighter around your bodies “I like this blanket, it’s soft” a giggle left your lips.

“Yeah, I got it from the department store on East St……that's also where I got the panties.” Louis made a mental note to visit the store sometime but you had other plans. “Maybe we can go together sometime so you can pick out what you want, pretend you're buying them for me?”

Louis's heart fluttered. You would do that for him?! He cuddled closer to you closing his eyes preparing to sleep. Wanting to sleep in your arms “I would like that a lot Y/N, thank you”

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Thank you everyone for being patient hopefully it was worth the wait  🤭

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[dragon-queen21]

Empires + hermitcraft Halloween agere fic <3

Mumbo and Joel are in charge of helping the server’s regressors carve pumpkins

Just pure fluff :3

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What was the worst that could happen with the two groups of players meeting up with each other and having a little fun? There were enough authority figures, that surely nothing that badly could happen. Right?

Wrong.

It started with Mumbo helping to carve pumpkins.

He’d been asked by Xisuma to watch over some of the smaller hermits to help with carving.

Which was fine except for the fact that Mumbo was not prepared for the sheer amount of pumpkin guts and seeds that would be everywhere despite his best efforts.

“Rawr!” Sausage pulls out a glob of the pumpkin insides, orange gunk and pumpkin seeds dripping from his fingers as he pretended to be some monster.

“You’re gonna get that everywhere.” Mumbo tried to say, to little avail. Only he can’t dwell on that fact for too long as soon he hears a frustrated cry from False. The girl trying to carve out what looks to be… something. Maybe a ship? It’s kind of hard to tell, but she’s got wooden rods, and pieces of carved pumpkin strewn across the table, and pumpkin on her skin and in her hair.

“I hate this, it’s not working at all!” she shouts, hands pounding a couple times on the table.

“You want help?” Mumbo asks, only to be met with a frustrated cry and a “I don’t wanna do this anymore.”

Mumbo, honestly had to agree with the teen regressor there.

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Lizzie watched from behind Joel, scowling.

She had originally agreed to carve pumpkins because Sausage had wanted too and both him and Joel had claimed it would be fun. And it did sound like fun. To try and carve shapes into pumpkins and make elaborate designs. She didn’t know however, that in order to carve a pumpkin you had to touch all the gooey insides first.

She had tried to but her first reaction was to get the stuff off of her and never let it touch her hands ever again.

“You don’t like the texture?” Joel guessed, watching her face as it flashed through a hundred emotions in under a minute, most being unpleasant, while the little started shaking her hands about franticly.

“Yucky! Is ‘ucky Joel.”

He only laughed. “Well, what you want me to do about it?”

Lizzie didn’t answer and instead stuck her tongue out at the orange fruit, wiping her hand clean on the front of her shirt.

This was the exact moment that Sausage decided to pretend to be a pumpkin sludge monster.

“’Izzie rawr!”

“Yuck! Don’t bring that near me!”

“Imma get chu!”

“Joel!” Lizzie yelped, scrambling to the mentally older, to sit in his lap and stay there until they were ready to move on to another activity.

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Scar’s pumpkin was carved to look like a cat. A slightly lopsided cat because of how he placed the ears on top using toothpicks, and maybe one eye was bigger than the other, but it was still, undoubtedly a cat.

“Are you done Scar?” Joel had asked, peeking over his shoulder. Lizzie stood behind him, trying to keep away from Sausage, who had still refused to go and wash his hands clean.

The little nodded, making jazz hands towards his creation. He was one of the last people to have finished, False having come back only momentarily along with Mumbo to fix her pumpkin, Sausage having more fun messing around, and Lizzie not daring to touch anything.

Joel ruffled Scar’s hair, pulling out a small match box from his inventory along with a wax candle.

“You ready to see what it looks like lit up?”

“You’re gonna put fire in it!” Lizzie gasped, coming over to get a closer look at what she hoped to be the destruction of the gooey mess.

Meanwhile Scar was appalled. “You can’t light my Jellie pumpkin on fire!!!”

“But that’s what you’re supposed to do, that’s the whole reason you carved the pumpkin in the first place. And you don’t light the whole thing on fire, just a candle that goes on the inside.” Joel tried to explain but the little was having none of it.

“No!” Scar cried, picking up the pumpkin, and running away to presumably Mumbo.

Joel just sighed.

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[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

Ribbons and Rainstorms

Chapter 13 : Stargazer Lilies

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“If we’re going into town, you can’t come looking like that.” Roman said sternly, putting a hand on his hip and gesturing to Virgil where they had stopped halfway from the temple back to Roman’s house. 

“Like what?” Virgil asked, eyes widening a little. 

“Like— you!” Roman huffed, “You got away with your normal disguise with Karen and the miller, but that won’t work in town if you don’t want to be recognised, there are people there who know enough about the Gods to recognise you like I did..”

Virgil frowned, “Right, I understand.”

Nodding, Roman continued, “And I really want to go on this date, but you need to do some of that fancy magic to make you look less… like you.”

“I’m not the best at that kind of magic,” Virgil said, “which is why my glamours are usually so lacking, but I will try my hardest to do a better one than usual.”

Roman smiled, snatching up Virgil’s hand and giving it a squeeze as they closed their eyes and let the purple sparks fizzle around them. In an instant brown streaks had replaced the purple in their hair and a darker brown replaced the black, his skin gained just enough colour not to be unnatural, and their clothes became just a little bit less fancy. Though they were still incredibly eye-catching, especially with his totally abnormal height and the way they looked strong enough to put Roman in the ground with a flick of their fingers, Roman thought it would probably have to do.

The most unnerving thing about Virgil’s disguised appearance, though, was the hazel their eyes became — an even more normal colour than his usual grey/silver — losing their lilac glow. The markings on his face became bags under his eyes, giving him an awkward sleep deprived, hasn’t-seen-the-sun-in-years washed out look. All that mattered, though, was how suitably mortal he seemed.

“Good?” Virgil asked, tugging on the new overcoat he was wearing. Roman chuckled.

“I hate it, you look so— not you— I already miss you.” Roman said, “But you look mortal, so, I think we’re good to go — actually, you might want to take a little more off the height if you can.”

Virgil wavered, a guiltily apprehensive look crossing his face for a moment. Roman sighed, stepping closer and going up onto his toes to kiss their jaw, in doing so he discovered that Virgil had actually lost a few inches, even if they were still far too tall by mortal standards. 

“It’s ok,” Roman said, “Your mortal disguise is still very pretty.”

“Really?” Virgil asked, tilting his head. 

“Of course,” Roman rolled his eyes, “Not nearly as pretty as the real you, but still very beautiful.”

Virgil chuckled, “Flatterer.”

“You know me!” Roman grinned back, lifting Virgil’s hand to his lips and kissing his knuckles before pulling him along, “We’re going to stop in my house first, okay? My Ma has some stuff for us.”

“Okay," Virgil nodded, smiling as he allowed Roman to pull him along the path. 

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"I just whipped up a couple of cupcakes and a few other treats for you kids to eat whilst you're out," Taz said with a grin, placing a rounded pot into Roman's arms, he lifted the lid, peeking inside to see the stack of baked goods that surely they couldn't eat just the two of them, "Um…?"

Roman looked back up to see his Ma looking a little worried, he narrowed his eyes at her, confused. 

"Did I say something wrong?" She asked awkwardly, putting a hand on the table. Roman glanced at Virgil, wondering what was wrong, only to find him staring at Taz the way they often did to him. He remembered how unsettling that stare had been when he'd first met them, and Taz had only seen Virgil a few times over the last few months. No wonder she was still a little freaked out. 

"Oh," Roman said, before nudging Virgil's side with his elbow, "Hey Vi? You're doing the staring thing again sweetie." 

Virgil blinked twice, glancing at Roman before looking back at Taz, eyes wide, "Oh Skies, apologies, I forget to blink sometimes— I know it's unsettling, I was just a little startled." 

"Startled by what?" Roman asked, tilting his head, "The cupcakes?" 

"...kids?" Virgil said, looking over at Taz, who flushed bright red at the realisation. Roman couldn't help but laugh.

"You've been adopted, Vi!" Roman chuckled.

"I am so sorry," Taz said, shaking her head, "That just slipped out— I really didn't mean anything by it—" 

"Woah, it's alright," Virgil reassured, raising their hands, "it just took me by surprise, that's all, you can call me whatever you want." 

“You’re— ok with that?” Taz asked, raising a confused eyebrow, Roman laughed.

“I have no issue with you referring to me like that,” Virgil said, “Though it is a little strange considering I am older than you by multiple millennia.”

Roman snorted, before ducking to avoid Taz attempting to attack him with a dishcloth. 

“I’ll have to think on that one,” Taz said, waving them off, “For now — you two go on, enjoy your date, alright?”

“We will!” Roman said happily, while Virgil just nodded.

“Wonderful, oh, and Roman?” She called as they headed for the door, Roman turned to see her offering him a piece of paper, “I have a few things I need you to get at the SainesBree’s if you’re willing.”

Roman rolled his eyes, already reaching to take it, “Yes Ma,”

“Good,” She smiled, “Go on now, don’t let me waste any more of your precious date time.”

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They walked into town slowly. It wasn’t far from Roman’s home, only a ten minute walk to reach the square, but they walked slowly this time. Virgil wanted to see everything, and Roman couldn’t help but stare in wonder as they stopped at the bridge so that Virgil could look down at the sparkling river, it was… odd. Roman thought Virgil would have seen all of this before, having been around for so long, but he was acting like all of it was new, pointing out the summer flowers like they had never been seen before — although they appeared here every year. It was almost refreshing, though slightly confusing, because hadn’t they walked through here only weeks ago?

“Have you not seen this before?” Roman asked eventually, as Virgil stared down at the water, a look of awe on his face at the way it flowed and bubbled and moved. They looked up at Roman, still smiling, “We went to the mill a few weeks ago…”

“It’s… different,” Virgil said, almost like he was trying to figure it out for himself, “Of course I’ve seen it before, but we’re taking our time now, we were rushing then and… this is new, I’ve never walked this path, this way, I’ve never seen this particular flower or stone, that exact bug, and… it’s different because I’m with you, this is… your place, it’s all familiar to you in a way it probably will never be to me. It makes it different.”

“That’s— wow,” Roman said, laughing as he pushed himself onto his toes so he could press a kiss to Virgil’s smiling lips before pulling away and taking his hand, grinning, “That’s so sweet, oh— wait, I just thought of something we should do, wait here?”

“As long as you’re not gone for too long,” Virgil said, “You can’t leave me stranded here.”

“I won’t, I promise, I just need to find…” Roman said, rushing to the edge of the bridge and searching around the plants until he found two vaguely similarly shaped sticks. He hadn’t left Virgil’s sight the whole time.

“What are those for?” Virgil asked, raising an eyebrow once Roman had returned to him. He blushed.

“It’s uh, a silly game,” Roman said, “Basically you drop them into the river at the same time and see who’s makes it under the bridge the fastest.”

“What do you win?” Virgil asked, leaning forward a little. 

“Uh, the knowledge that your stick is the greatest of all time?” Roman answered.

Virgil snorted, “So nothing, really.”

“No, it’s just for fun — the satisfaction of winning, y’know?” Roman said, offering the two sticks to Virgil, “Choose your champion.”

Virgil seemed to be barely containing laughter as they chose a stick from Roman’s hand.

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“What’s that?” Virgil asked, pointing with the hand that wasn’t tightly holding Roman’s. It wasn’t too busy in the square at the moment, but enough so that Virgil had wanted to make sure they didn’t get separated.

“The flower cart?” Roman asked.

Virgil nodded, already pulling Roman towards the small cart that sold flowers in the square every weekend. Roman usually wasn’t interested, but Taz bought most of their house plants from this stall, so he was at least a little familiar — if not necessarily friendly — with the girl who ran it. 

“Do you take trades?” Virgil asked her immediately on approach, Roman startled, he had expected them to look, maybe, or deem it uninteresting and move on. But… okay.

“Um,” The girl said, seeming just as startled as Roman was, “I uh— I suppose it depends what you’re offering? And what you want?”

“I’ll take that lily,” Virgil said simply, gesturing to one of the shelves where a lone Stargazer Lily sat, Roman knew they were quite popular this time of year, he wasn’t surprised only one was left, “For this.”

Virgil put a hand on the cart before lifting it to reveal a small pile of purple gems that sparkled extraordinarily in the sunlight. The girl gasped, looking between the gems and the flower, Roman was fairly certain they were valuable stones just from the way they looked. No wonder she was staring at them like they’d just grown wings!

“I— sir?” She said after a moment, “This is too much! For a single flower— I can’t—"

“I’m certain you can,” Vi said with a small smile, pushing the gems towards her, she spluttered for another few seconds, before carefully handing the lily over and taking the crystals. “Thank you.”

With that, he turned, and linked his arm with Roman’s — Roman was delighted to know that they could do it properly when Virgil was shorter. The girl at the stall called out another thank you behind them. Once they’d broken free of the crowded bustle of the square, Virgil stopped him, turning to carefully tuck the lily into his hair. 

“Oh!” Roman giggled, reaching up to touch the petals, “I— thank you!”

Virgil smiled, cupping Roman’s face and leaning down to press their foreheads together, “I hope it won't insinuate anything,” he mumbled.

“No,” Roman said, “Flowers don’t really… count, because they’re so impermanent, but— I really appreciate that, it’s really pretty.”

“I saw it and it reminded me of you,” Virgil said with a smile, “I had to.”

“That’s very sweet of you,” Roman laughed, leaning forward to press a kiss to the corner of their lips, “Now, come on, we should go to SainsBree’s before we keep looking around…”

—-

The Sun God’s temple was huge. 

It was bigger than Virgil’s temple by far, Roman thought they might be able to fit Virgil’s temple into it twice over with spare room. Initially, he’d been unsure about bringing Virgil here — they’d mentioned Pat a few times whilst they’d been together, but he still wasn’t clear on their relationship — but he’d wanted to show them the gardens. 

The gardens were a set of community plant beds, where anyone could grow anything they wanted and take from other plants if they needed. They tended to be beautiful this time of year, bright with colourful flowers in some beds and filled with growing fruit and vegetables and herbs in others. 

“We can sit in here to eat some of the food Ma gave us,” Roman suggested, “If you’d like a break from walking around?”

Virgil shrugged with a small smile, and Roman led him through the huge arching doors that were almost never closed into the temple proper. People milled about the enormous space, friends sat together on cushioned stone benches, a larger group sat towards the back of the temple — beneath the huge circular stained glass window that cast a rainbow of colour over the room — working together on what looked like sewing as they talked. At the other end of the temple, people sat silently on cushions and pillows around the altar beneath the tapestry — far bigger than Virgil’s — that depicted the Sun God in all her glory, golden yellow robes flowing like flower petals, the antlers that adorned their head wrapped in vines and blooms of all colours. Those people were likely praying, or at least reflecting quietly. 

At every doorway stood two protectors, each in pristine uniform with shining swords at their sides. Roman could pick out at least three more who walked idly around the space, checking on a person napping on one of the benches, routinely circling back to the sewing group to make sure they were all happy. The sight brought a smile to Roman’s face, the job protectors did wasn’t just one of soldiers, it was one of community. They protected the people inside the temple as much as they did the temple itself. 

“Come on,” Roman said, taking Virgil’s hand again with a smile, “There’s a free bench over there.”

They made their way over and sat down side by side. Roman pulled the pot of cupcakes from the bag he had obtained from SainesBree’s along with the groceries he had bought and offered it to Virgil. They took a blueberry filled cupcake with a grin while Roman smiled and took one flavoured with lemon instead. 

“Your Ma’s baking never ceases to impress me,” Virgil commented as he picked up the crumbs, “These cupcakes are wonderful.”

“Did I hear something about cupcakes? May I have one?” 

Roman jumped and looked up to find the owner of the new voice, he had to double take when he saw them, gold-rimmed glasses, golden freckles on almond skin whilst his blond hair almost reflected the light from the many windows. He wasn’t glowing like the tapestry depicted, nor were there antlers atop his head and the clothes she wore were more than suitably mortal, but through presence alone Roman knew who he was looking at. 

“Sure,” He said anyway, offering the pot of cupcakes to the Sun God. He’d already met three Gods of the pantheon so far, what was one more?

“Hello Pat,” Virgil said with a sigh as Pat investigated the cupcakes before taking out a strawberry one topped with pink icing. 

“Hi Vi!” Pat said with a grin, “I didn’t expect to see you here of all places, so of course I had to show up to check on you! Oh, and I couldn’t miss the opportunity to meet your mortal friend! How are you doing, sweetie?”

“Um,” Roman said, trying to hide the blush on his cheeks, “I’m okay, thank you.”

“Wonderful!” Pat smiled, clapping her hands, before sitting down in the empty space on the bench Roman and Virgil were sharing, “What brings the both of you here, anyway? You usually hang around your own temple, don’t you, Vi?”

“We’re um, on a date,” Virgil said, looking down to hide their flushed cheeks. 

“I thought the town would be a nice change of scenery,” Roman explained with a smile.

Pat grinned, “I see! That’s lovely, I’m glad the pair of you are having fun, oh! Actually! I think Jay said he wanted to talk to you both, did you know about that?”

“No,” Vi said, shaking his head, “We can stop by his temple and see if he shows up for us, though, if that’s okay with you, Ro?”

Roman shrugged, “Sure, why not? It could be nice, and then we can share these cupcakes around.”

“She always packs far too many,” Virgil observed with a smirk.

“She always has,” Roman shrugged, “I don’t really know why.”

“They’re very good,” Pat added on the paper from his cupcake disappearing with a ‘poof’, “I’d love to meet her, baking is so enjoyable.”

“I mean no offence,” Roman said, “But my mother passed out when she met Vi, I think she might have a heart attack if you walked into her house.”

“That’s okay,” Pat laughed, “I know it can be intimidating, that’s why I’m not in my full form — especially when I leave the temple! People expect to meet me here, but out in the mortal realm? I’d rather not spook people.”

“Thank you for understanding,” Roman said with a smile. Pat nodded, “So… I suppose we’re going to Jay’s temple next, then?”

“Sure,” Virgil shrugged.

“Great,” Roman smiled, “I suppose we should get going? It was lovely to meet you, Pat.”

Pat smiled, waving her hand in a farewell, “It was lovely to meet you as well, Kiddo! I’d love to see you again sometime, don’t hesitate to come by!”

“I won’t” Roman said with a cheery smile as he took Virgil’s hand and stood up. Pat offered him a final friendly smile before they disappeared seamlessly into the crowd. 

—-

“She was friendly,” Roman said as they made their way out of the temple and began the journey back to the square.

“They usually are,” Virgil said with a smile, “It can be overwhelming at times.”

“Really?” Roman asked, Virgil sighed.

“It’s complicated, but, I’m more than certain you know me well enough to know I’m not very good at optimism,” Virgil said, Roman chuckled, “So we… often have contradictory ideas about a situation, and she can get difficult to deal with at times.”

Roman nodded slowly, “I… see.”

“I don’t mean to speak badly of Pat,” Virgil amended quickly, “But I do try to be honest with you.”

“I appreciate that,” Roman smiled, “And I get it, your personalities just don’t mix well.”

Virgil nodded, “Exactly.”

“So… to Jay’s temple, then?” Roman asked, shifting the bag he carried as he offered his other arm to Virgil. 

Virgil took it with a nod, “Indeed, let’s continue.”

After visiting Jay’s temple — which they left quite quickly, Roman wasn’t a huge fan of the sombre atmosphere — Roman suggested that they make it a tour and visit Lo’s library as well as the afternoon slowly turned into evening. 

He hadn’t expected Lo to appear, and they hadn’t. Instead, Roman simply left a cupcake on the altar that Virgil promised to make sure Lo was aware of later. And finally — as the stars began to peek out from behind the clouds — they bought food from one of the vendors dotted around the town square and made the trek back to Virgil’s temple so that they could eat together under the stars. 

“Today has been lovely,” Virgil said quietly as they sat side by side with Roman on the front steps of the temple, gazing up into the summer sky. 

“I’m really glad,” Roman hummed, speaking softly so as not to disturb the peaceful atmosphere created by the sounds of crickets and rustling of leaves in the summer night breeze, “I was worried it would be… too much.”

“Too much,” Virgil said, “Is something that changes, this definitely wasn’t too much, especially with you there.”

“That’s cute.”

“What? No it isn’t,” Virgil huffed, “How is that cute?”

Roman laughed, “It just— is! Adorable!”

“I am not adorable,” Virgil said, pouting in a way that was almost certainly the most adorable thing Roman had ever seen, “I am powerful and mysterious, not cute.”

“Whatever you say,” Roman rolled his eyes, nudging their side as he glanced back up at the sky, only to spot a trail of light brighten the starry sky, “Vi look! A falling star!”

Virgil hummed, before putting down his food on the steps beside him and wrapping an arm around Roman’s shoulders instead, “Maybe it’s a shower.”

“A shower?” Roman asked, glancing sideways at Virgil, who nodded.

“Yeah,” Virgil said, almost wistfully, “Star showers, they happen when Lo’s happy, they’re lovely to see.”

“Oh!” Roman said. He could almost feel his heart swell with the affection for his partner and the friends he’d made throughout the last year. Maybe he could do something nice for them? If he could figure out what they liked without them finding out somehow — maybe Virgil could help? Then maybe he could set something up…

“What are you thinking?” Virgil said, turning to fully look at him rather than the sky.

“What?” Roman asked, blinking out of his train of thought. 

“You had your plotting face on,” Virgil said, the corner of his lips quirking into a smirk, “What was going on in that pretty head of yours?”

“Oh,” Roman said, unable to help the giggle that escaped him as he looked back at the sky, “I’ll tell you later, it’s watching the sky time now.”

Virgil chuckled, “Alright, if you say so.”

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