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inkdemonapologist · 3 years

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[BatIM Call of Cthulhu Masterpost]

WE STARTED.... A NEW SCENARIO..... as you may have read in Boo’s summary post, for some unknown reason aLL MUSICAL AND PERFORMANCE ABILITY SEEMS TO BE??? GONE??? Sammy woke up, realised he couldn’t hold even the simplest tune in his head, and immediately lost THIRTY-ONE SANITY in one hit

..... YOU KNOW THAT MAKES SENSE HONESTLY

anyway i have a some out-of-context quotes from the game for u all under the readmore if ur into that kinda thing!!!

[Sammy is played by me, Joey is played by Boo (inkyvendingmachine), Henry is played by Maf (inkcryptid), Jack is played by Mochi (whatyouwantedmetosee) and Thren (haunted-hijinxer) is our GM!]

[GM] It's a tough voice to do, so you can't be as choosy, and your resident Bendy cannot act to save his life, so that's no good-- [Joey] Uh-oh. [Jack] Sorry, Lurks. [Joey] I'm just so worried he's going to have to act now... [Jack] Clearly, he should've used the time between scenarios to train that! [GM] Yeah, that's just what everybody wants I'm sure, is the Lurker training in LYING. That sounds like a great idea!

[GM] *asking for dice rolls to see how well our actual jobs are going* We can do a little bit of mundanity to, to treasure, and keep you warm later!

[Henry] Should I spend Luck points on this? No, I'm not spending Luck on work. [Sammy] That's a good general life policy

[Jack] Does Jack have any contacts? [Joey] No, he has glasses! :D [Jack] noooo that's my job! It's my job to make Jack's puns! ....Contacts probably didn't exist in the 1930s, that's okay. [Sammy] No, don't say that! Boo's going to have to look it up now!

[GM] What spell is Joey working on? [Jack] (Spell of Make Investor Like You)

[Joey] I think he probably has filing cabinets specifically to put occult stuff in and lock. And then the rest of his office is just piles and tables of animation stuff that you're like "...shouldn't this??? be??? in the filing cabinet???"

[GM] Allison remarks, "The companions of our childhood always possess a certain power of our minds, which hardly any later friend can obtain." [Sammy] Y'know, normal, just nORMAL CASUAL CHATTER, [GM] Tom, working on the pipe, just kinda mutters, "I enjoy friends, dear not only by habit and association, but from their own merits." And she gives him a look! [Jack] ...love at first whATEVER THIS IS,

[Sammy] ...Sammy's not amused. [GM] The band's amused! [Jack] Jack is probably amused.

[GM] So far things are going very well, but y'know, [Jack] Only so long until we crit fail something! [Sammy] NEVER TOO LATE TO MESS IT UP!

[GM] Allison's vibe is like, I Didn't Study This Exactly, But I Was Hoping It Could Just Work Out! [Jack] ...She has a lot of practice at just... making things work out, huh....

[GM] Is there anything else Joey would try to show off? [Joey] Tries to think... what else is at the Studio... [Jack] "Do you wanna talk to our janitor? He's really cool!"

[Joey] I roll to see if Joey can put two brain cells together,

[Jack] I have to appreciate that Bendy said he didn’t have the keys today. He’s been stealing them before, but THIS TIME isn’t his doing!

[Sammy] If there’s anything he needs to do himself, then he’ll come in early, but I don’t know what state we’re in -- [Joey] Uh, New York. [Sammy] ...what? [Joey] You didn’t know what state we’re in. :) [Sammy] [Sammy] thanks

[Joey] Oh Joey’s absolutely coming in early. Joey woke up, and felt great, so he’s going to menace every other department today, because he has the energy to get his fingers into everything! [Sammy] *distressed sounds in the background*

[Sammy] Hey how come when we did a Halloween cartoon, we all went to Haiti, but we’re doing a cartoon about a fair and we’re not going to a fair? [Jack] [Jack] I think we all know why.

*trying to decide who goes to Joey’s fancy dinner with an investor* [Sammy] I don’t know if Sammy will help you... [Sammy] Unless you bring Sammy and put him on a piano, like a small child that needs to be immediately handed crayons.

[Joey] Joey will say that they’re essentially the second hands in each of the departments-- [Jack] Yeah, Abby, the second hand… entire Art Department director, [GM] Uh-huh. [Joey] She… she knows,, [GM] Joey, [Joey] She knows that Joey… is … Big Gay for Henry,,, [GM] This is true, but I think she likes nominal acknowledgement that she holds a position, [Jack] He can just say that they’re high-ranking, and not-- [Joey] No I rolled badly, Joey’s going to say that Sammy and Henry are busy, so he brought his second-best! :) [GM] Abby is massaging her temples. [Joey] Sorry, Abby. He is,, an idiot,,, [GM] I think she’d be a lot more bothered if she couldn’t go and commiserate with Henry about it. Like, “why can’t he keep it straight?” [GM] ……………….well. She knows why he can’t keep it straight.

[GM] It’s about midnight, and something... strange.... happens. The trumpet player, who is leading the band -- [Joey] -- has a trumpet for a head! [GM] what no

*Joey succeeds a sanity check, Jack fails it* [GM] Joey, roll 1d10! [Joey] Uh, 3? [GM] Okay, you’re only down three sanity, that’s not so bad! [GM] Jack, roll 6d10! [Jack] what? [Joey] Six??? SIX d10s????? [GM] Yeah! [Joey] nICE KNOWING YOU, JACK!!! It’s time for Sillytime Jack.

[Jack] Smash cut to Henry, curled up in bed, nice and cozy,

[GM] I will also note, you cannot seem to Fast Talk. [Joey] ...what else can I do? [GM] Just normal talk. Like a normal person.

[Jack] I feel like Jack probably has a hunch that it’s weird nightmarish horror nonsense, on account of he just lost nineteen sanity,

[GM] Abby’s gonna try to take him to the hospital. [Jack] Jack’s just going to let that happen, because he’s shaken enough that he doesn’t have any significantly better ideas! Other than AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA,

[Sammy] *rolling sanity damage* 9… 9, stop that…. 4, [Jack] You’ve already lost more than Jack! [Sammy] 2, ...6, and 1! [Joey] That’s 31. [GM] Okay, Sammy has six sanity! [Sammy] eXCUSE ME?????

[Joey] Joey does want to head home… what day is it? [GM] Friday, the 13th! [Jack] HM, [Sammy] I GUESS IT IS, ISN’T IT… I wasn’t keeping track, but I guess it sure is! [GM] A delightful treat for myself, when I was looking up days in July, in 1934, [Sammy] WAIT, NO, ITS ACTUALLY A COINCIDENCE? Oh my gosh, [Jack] Because Friday the 13th wouldn’t even be a spooky day at this point in time! [GM] It is now! [Jack] It’s spooky, but just for us!

[Sammy] Sammy would try to call Jack, he’d try to call Joey, he’d try to call Henry -- probably several times, [Henry] sammy gets jack’s cat [Henry] phone is answered with meows [Jack] That does seem fitting for a really bad luck roll; the phone gets answered, and Sammy’s really relieved -- and it’s just the cat. [Sammy] Sammy, at 6 sanity: “jack’s tuRNED INTO A CAT,”

[Joey] The phone kept on ringing, so the cat just batted it off the cradle, [Jack] I feel like Jack probably doesn’t usually get a significant number of calls, so like, this many calls in a row is just obnoxious! [Jack] Cat’s having none of it. [Jack] Phone ring isn’t breakfast! [Jack] Where is the soft provider of food.

[GM] Oh no, you know what’s going to happen? Henry’s gonna get through to Jack, and then when Sammy calls it’s busy! [Sammy] cALLS JACK IT’S BUSY, CALLS HENRY IT’S BUSY, [Jack] I was gonna say maybe Henry would call Sammy first, because Sammy was one of the original three. [Jack] …Henry calls Sammy, Sammy is busy because SAMMY is trying to call someone, and then Henry calls Jack, and Sammy tries to call Jack again-- [Sammy] *laughing* THE HORROR, The deep, bone-chilling horror of A TIME BEFORE CALL-WAITING!!

[Henry] Is Joey there? [Jack] Yeah. [Henry] Are you guys alright? [Jack] ……………….hm,

[Jack] Cat is just sat on Joey, purring. Something is wrong with the human. Purr to fix the human.

[Henry] I called Sammy to make sure he’s okay, but-- [Abby] Was he? [Henry] No.

[Joey] Joey is going to be… obstinate feels like the wrong word? [Joey] He’s being the cat where you put the leash on, and the cat just sits down. [Joey] That is the Joseph mood right now.

[Sammy] *muttering* First one boyfriend turns into a cat, now the other boyfriend’s voice is wrong, today is terrible,

[Joey] This is Joey’s everything. [Sammy] That’s Joey’s contribution to the party! That’s like, your bard can no longer play music. [Sammy] ……….which is also true, but Sammy contributes other things. [Jack] Like Intimidate! [Sammy] Right now he contributes paranoia!

#call of cthulu: haunted hijinx #when in doubt just keep drawing #sammy lawrence #IM STILL REELING FROM THIS

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soulwillower · 3 years

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taboos and the absurd iii • richie tozier

(professor richie tozier x reader smut)

requested: hi! i just finished reading taboos and the absurd, SUCH A GOOD SERIES. This is just some idea i had and im totally okay if u don’t want to do it, but would you write maybe a final part of the series when the reader finds out richie fucked more students (more than she though) and she gets upset and stops talking to richie (ridiculous jealousy) but he really was falling for her so he talks to her and well things get heated, and KDKDKD ok sorry if im too specific, hope u see this❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰 + hey omg i love the prof. richie series sm 🥵 if you plan on making a pt. 3 might i suggest reader giving richie head while hes giving a lecture and reader gets fucked on the table 😳😳 its hoe hours frfr + so many other requests to continue the series :)

warnings: smut, oral sex (male receiving), bad morals, abuse of power, dont fuck your professor, filthy stuff, professor richie, deepthroating, dirty talk, use of the word slut, cockwarming, unprotected sex, mentions of exhibition, a bit of degradation and a lot of praise, unedited as usual lol

[losers + reader are 20+ in this]

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part 3 of taboos and the absurd series. sorry it’s been so long :) i wanted to surprise u a bit with a lil surprise for the holidays. i love u all!! <3

[ i ii ]

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you hadn't been to class in almost a week and a half.

it was really bad, you know - and the ditching has started to affect your grade, but you don't even care as much as you really should. because you're.... extremely jealous.

yeah.

you'd first gotten suspicious the lecture after you stayed behind and ended up with professor tozier's dick in your hands. a girl was sitting on his desk after class, when you'd walked in to turn in a late paper, and richie had been twirling her hair. they were laughing together, her bare legs. it made you burn up, and so you tossed the paper down at the drop bin at the back of the classroom loud enough that he noticed you’d come in.

you were so mad you didnt stay to see anymore. and you didnt go to class for more than a week after.

it could have been just an innocent gesture, or maybe just some woman richie was dating - either way, you were beyond jealous. it filled you with rage to imagine richie fucking anyone else, let alone a student. you were hurt, too - because you've really started to like spending time with your professor.

but that backfired of course, because you’re in your apartment staring at an email from him.

i will be at my office on campus after hours this friday, until roughly 9:30. if you're available, i encourage you to stop by.

we have a lot to discuss regarding your grade and future in my class.

thanks,

professor richard tozier

you blink at the screen, your heart racing. your fingers shake slightly as you reach up to rub your temples - oh god, he wants to talk. he's going to turn you down, say it was a mistake, and fail you.

and in the few days until friday, your rage and fear meld together to make a jealous, ugly monster as you stalk up the empty corridors to his office, ready to speak.

it's late, probably around 8 when you knock on his door, but he's still there as promised, answering with a faint come in!

you walk in slowly, heart pounding in anxiety as you meet eyes with him for the first time in almost 14 days. your heart thumps hard still as he nods at you, "you can shut the door and take a seat, ms. y/l/n."

you swallow as you click the door shut and move to the chair, sitting down awkwardly and biting your lip. "hi, professor." you say, afraid your jealousy is going to spill from you if you say anything else.

"you haven't been in class."

you nod, "you noticed."

he sighs through his nose and leans forward on his desk. you clench your thighs - no getting turned on, y/n. not now. "of course i did. i'm your professor, ms. y/l/n."

"right, sir, i almost forgot. you just get so comfortable with all your students now, sometimes it's hard to remember." you bite, and his eyebrows raise. "some more than others." he adds, shooting you a look that you ignore, instead turning your stubborn gaze to the clock behind his curly head. you can nearly smell his cologne from where you sit, and you're almost drooling. you can't let him see it.

"what's going on? your grade is dropping. you’re not coming to classes." he says, sounding like he's concerned. you bite your lip, shaking your head as you look at him. "i'm not going to come to class just to watch you flirt with the girls and let them give you fuck me eyes."

"that's exactly what you do to me constantly, as i seem to recall." he bites back. you feel yourself turn red, but you sit forward more so you lean over his desk just like he is.

"whatever. i don't care, i'd just appreciate it if you'd tell me that you're going to fuck other students so i can leave. and not walk in on you right before you do so.” you say, suddenly so thankful you chose to come later when nobody was on this floor, the only other person in the building being the custodian sleeping at the front desk.

professor tozier tilts his head with a smirk, "oh, you're adorable. my jealous little slut, crying because she can't have me to herself."

your jaw drops, the remaining thin layer of professionalism gone the minute he opened his mouth. "fuck you, professor. i'm leaving."

"i wasn't finished." he says sternly, and something in his voice makes you sit back down. he looks mad and it's confusingly hot, your legs feeling like jelly because of your excitement. "if you weren't such a brat, you would have heard me say that i'm not fucking anyone else. student or not."

you stare at him, confused as your face reddens again. you're embarrassed. "but-"

"the woman you saw last week, when you came back after the lecture. that's professor marsh, she's one of my colleagues and best friends. she's also happily married." he says, sounding pissed off. "i'd appreciate some trust, it's not like i going around fucking every student who wants to open their legs for me - although plenty have tried." he says.

you feel yourself soaking through your panties. god you have problems,don't you? "i'm sorry sir, i-" you start but he shakes his head, standing up from his chair and walking towards you. you watch him with big eyes, as he clenches his jaw. "no, don't apologize. just know. you're the only one." he mutters as he crosses behind you.

you stare at his empty desk, face blushing at his words. the only one. the click of the lock on the door gives you butterflies, and then he's behind you, hand trailing over your shoulder. "if you still want me, that is. your most recent paper was very good, but i know you can do much better. you just have to try for me." he's caressing your neck now, lips ghosting over the skin. you let out a soft moan, goosebumps raising on your soft skin as he feathers it with kisses. your butterflies are alight as you turn your head, kissing him.

he grips your jaw almost immediately, pulling your head upwards towards where he bends over you. you gasp as his hand rests on your thigh, and he smiles against your lips. "you're so sensitive, hmm? when was the last time you touched yourself?"

you gulp, shaking your head, shocked still by his boldness and by your willingness to be honest. "a f-few days ago." you say shakily as he kisses along your jaw, hand sliding up your thigh slowly. he tuts, "baby, you're going to fall apart when i'm through with you." he mutters, almost to himself, and that makes you choke out a moan.

he kisses you again and you push back enthusiastically, hand raising to palm him through his slacks. he's already semi hard, which makes a swell of pride blossom in your chest. but suddenly he breaks off the kiss, hissing in surprise. "fuck." he mutters, backing away from you. you blink, did you go too far? your thighs press together as richie rushes to his desk. "i have to proctor this exam in zoom. in....two minutes."

oh.

you blink and watch as he logs into his laptop and adjusts his hair in its camera. it's endearing, in a way that makes you smile, though extremely riled up and disappointed. you begrudgingly reach for your things, but professor tozier's hand comes up to stop you, "please stay. it's only going to be max forty minutes. i have beer in the bottom drawer if you want some." he rushes out, and you smile. "you sure?" you say shyly.

he looks at you, pausing. "yeah, y/n. of course." he says gently, smiling almost shyly back at you. he looks so young, it makes you stare in awe. his dimple pops and you hear the sound of ringing, the students joining the call to take their exam. only professor tozier would have an exam this late on a friday. asshole, you laugh to yourself.

you open a bottle of beer you find hidden under a stack of manilla folders, but don't even take a sip as your mind wanders. richie's speaking to the class, sounding professional and confident. you wonder if he's still hard.

so you smirk, feeling bold, and you get down onto your hands and knees and crawl under his desk until you're face level with his belt. gently, you spread his legs apart so you can get up and closer to him, and the slight jump he gives confirms that he didn't even notice you go under the desk.

you gently start to palm him and he clears his throat loudly, fist slamming on the desk slightly above you. over the speakers you hear professor, are you alright? and then richie's muttering, "y-yes, just a slight problem i need to fix." he's gritting it though his teeth and you grin to yourself as you unzip his pants and pull out his fully hard cock, running your fingers over it and smearing the precum. he's breathing tensely and he starts to speak to the class, giving tips on a certain question after one student asks him a question.

you pump him a few times gently, then start to kitten lick his tip, wanting to tease him since you've never had the upper hand like this before. you flatten your tongue along the bottom of his cock, teasing him a bit before slowly taking him into your mouth, sliding a bit before bobbing. the quiet groan he lets out as you take him as far as you can is sinful, a student asking richie about formatting as you suck him off. bobbing your head, you hollow your cheeks and relish in the feeling of richie’s cock in your throat, stretching you out and making you moan around him.

"y-yeah, so for this i'm really just looking for MLA-" he almost hiccups to cover up a groan as you try to hold yourself still with him all the way down your throat, as far as you can take him. "MLA formatting, nothing out of the ordinary. thank you for asking that."

and then you hear him slam a button and he groans out, “you feel so good baby.” he hisses, his hand moving from above the desk down to grip the back of your head, carding through your hair. "don't fucking stop." he says, his hand guiding your head as you work hard.

after a few minutes you pull off of him to take a few breaths, pumping as much as you can with your hand as he tries to act like he isn't getting sucked off while proctoring an exam. you can hear people starting to turn in their exams and saying goodbye, so you take him back into your mouth and try to relax, breathing through your nose as his cock twitches in the back of your throat and you gag.

you bob your head after that, your tongue flat against his cock as he slightly bucks his hips. you feel him type out something for the class and then he moans very lowly, bucking his hips up and you choke a bit as he slides further in your mouth and stretches your throat.

he doesn't feel you that he's about to cum, you just know, and he's clenching the edge of his desk and breathing hard as you eagerly swallow around him, moving slightly so the new angle makes him toss his head back for a brief moment before snapping back to the screen.

"professor, are you sure you’re okay?" someone asks again. you keep bobbing up and down on him as he mutters, "yes, thank you ms. ruben. finish your work and we can leave."

you figure those words are for you, and you move harder, helping him chase his high. he pulls your hair suddenly, which makes you keen forward and take him deep, gagging as you force your throat to relax.

and then soon he’s hitting his high, cumming in your mouth with a silent shudder, his hand squeezing his desk as the other hovers over his keyboard. you moan a bit as you swallow, pulling off him slowly as he pants, eyes glancing down at you.

you slide back up into your seat and sip on your beer, fixing your hair slightly as his eyes bounce from you to the screen. you smile innocently at him, his cheeks flushed and looking disheveled as he waits fro the last students to finish.

it's about three mintes until they're done and he stares directly at you once he ends the meeting. you expect him to say anything but what comes out of his mouth next.

"if you pull something like that again i will fuck you in front of the entire class.” he says it dead serious, eyes bright behind his glasses and boring straight into yours.

your legs feel like they could give out and you turn red as you watch him, “don’t act like that thought doesn’t have you already getting hard again.” is all you can think to say. it spills from your mouth quickly, your mind not even given time to think before you say it.

richie narrows his eyes, rising slowly from his chair and walking towards you, eyes locked the whole time. “funny. because you’re the one who couldn’t even wait two minutes before needing my cock in her mouth. i bet you’d let me fuck you anywhere i wanted and you’d still thank me for it afterwards, right princess?”

you’re not really used to this fierce banter between you and your professor - but when has this ever been professional?

you squeeze your legs together and stand up on wobbly legs. “shut up. you’re the one who said you’d give me first-hand experience on my essay. you wanted me the second you saw me.” you try to regain the upper hand, but he’s walking towards you and your legs hit the edge of his desk.

“of course i did, doll.” he says lowly, lips suddenly very close to yours. “and i still do.”

and you’re kissing again desperately, days upon days of desperation working its way into your kiss as you sit yourself on his desk and he comes between your legs, gripping your thighs.

he's dragging his hips against yours, his hard cock pressing against your heat and making you pant with need as you tug his curly strands. his hands then move to quickly undo his pants and pulling himself out of his boxers, his hard cock slapping against his abdomen. you whimper slightly as you spread your legs a bit, desperate to finally feel him inside you.

and then his hand is grabbing your face, thumb holding your chin as he turns your head to look right at him. "you better do exactly what i say, princess." he says, looking into your eyes. you nod, his thumb grip stern as he lines up at your entrance. “hm? or you wont get what you want.”

"yes, richie, yes. wan' it so bad, please." you mutter, making him smile. "aren’t you a good girl." he says with a grin, nudging your shoulder down until you’re laying on your elbows, legs bent and feet propped against the edge of his desk. then he’s pulling your lacy underwear aside and pushing into you in one motion.

the sudden stretch fills you to the brim and you let out a guttural noise at the feeling, having not been too warmed up to his cock. your back rubs uncomfortably against the wood of the desk as he pushes into you, but your hands grip his shoulders and all you can think about is richie. but then he stills, staring at you as he’s stretching you out, buried to the hilt.

you think he’s giving you time to adjust and so you relax, breathing as you take in the size of him. after a few moments, you kiss him. “please move richie.”

but he doesnt. and you moan, your legs quivering as he gently caresses one of your bent knees.

“good girl, begging for me.” his hands grip your thighs, holding them open as your eyes roll back slightly, “so fuckin’ pretty like this, baby.”

you turn red at the praise, trying to move your hips and feel him deep inside you. his hand falls to your stomach, pressing slightly. he tuts and you gasp, “stay still for me baby, wanna see you wait for it.”

you whimper, eyes closing as you try to breathe normally. his hands run up and down your sides, stomach, chest, hips, and then down your legs as he stands still, buried in you. your breathing is shaky with need.

and then when you think you can’t handle it any longer, richie slowly pulls out. you moan, hands gripping his shoulders as the feeling coils your abdomen with pleasure. he starts thrusting slowly, picking up the pace so slowly it was torturous.

your nails rake down his back, and even though it’s through his shirt you’re sure it’ll leave faint red lines. your toes curl in pleasure as he moves his hips, hitting the perfect spot inside you.

“look at you, all wrecked on your professor’s cock.” he pounds you into the desk, lips then falling to suck large marks on your neck, the stinging pleasure adding to the volume of your moans.

his hands rise to lift your shirt up over your chest, sliding up to quickly palm your breasts, his hips starting to snap in an unforgiving pace. you feel him so deep inside of you that tears prick at your eyes, the pleasure building instantly. he’s leaning over you as he hits the sweet spot deep inside you, your vision coming in and out of focus as your legs begin to shake. “yes, richie, right there.” you moan, holding him above you as one of his hands goes to your hip, gripping tight as he pulls you towards him in time with his thrusts. it makes you yelp in pleasure, head tiltin back in euphoria.

he pulls back to look at you, hand tugging on your hair so you look at him as he pounds into you. "look at you, such a brat teasing me while i was teaching.” his voice is deep and rough, "look at you now, drunk on my cock. you just needed to remember your place, huh baby?" he coos, pressing a kiss to your temple, the feeling overwhelming as your orgasm creeps up quickly. “such a pretty girl.” he whispers.

you’re speechless as he pounds into you perfectly, the feeling making you sigh. "so perfect, all for me... so fuckin' pretty, baby." he's muttering kissing you like he's claiming you, his teeth clashing slightly with yours and his tongue dominating. you're weak, legs shaking as he pounds into you.

“are you close, doll?” he asks, eyes closed in bliss as he tilts his head back, hair catching the fluorescent light of his office lamp and looking beautiful. “yes, s’close, please-“ you moan, pulling him to your lips.

your eyes close slightly as he thrusts into you, one hand slipping up to roll your nipple softly and making you moan his name. as he sucks a hickey on to your neck, his thrusts begin to get sloppy and you clench around him. “god, you were made for me, baby. fuck, takin’ it so well.”

and you hit your high after a series of pleas and moans of richie’s name, your eyes rolling back in euphoria. he’s rubbing your cheek, still thrusting as he whispers, “good girl, cumming on my cock.” the moan he lets out at the feeling of you clenching around him has you red as you feel his hips stutter. “fuck, y/n.”

you’re still clenching slightly from overstimulation as richie quickly pulls out of you, cumming on your bare stomach with a moan of your name, a sweet sound from the pink of his lips. you moan in pleasure as you watch him.

you look up with hooded eyes, still coming down from your high as his head falls on your shoulder. “fuckin’ hell, toots.” he whispers with a laugh, which makes you giggle a bit as you catch your breath, mind still muddled.

after a moment richie pulls away, re-tucking in his pants and straightening his shirt. he crosses behind you and returns with a shy, boyish grin and a box of tissues. you smile back and he gently guides your hand away as he reaches for a tissue himself, wiping you clean gently and pressing kisses over your stretch marks, kissing all the way up to your lips and making you giggle. your stomach is full of butterflies as he helps you right yourself from the desk.

“did you drive here?” he asks. you shake your head, looking up to him for a second, “i walked.” you squeak.

he nods. “i’m driving you.”

you flush, “no, i couldn’t ask you to do that, professor.” you say shyly. he throws you a look as he pulls his jacket on, shutting down his work laptop. “get over here now, doll. and don’t protest. i’m driving you, toots. it will make my night to buy us some chinese takeout.”

your heart flutters as you take his hand, glancing at the ground with a smile as he locks his door, both of you stopping and staring at the plaque on the outside of the door that reads:

professor tozier, sociology dept.

you cough and he looks down the hall before grabbing your hand again and making your way out to the parking lot. it’s silent - both of you certainly thinking about how wrong this, whatever it is, is. you almost roll your eyes at the cheesiness of what you think next - but why does it feel so right?

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#richie tozier smut #richie tozier x reader #losers club x reader #losers x reader

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karlheisenberganyone · 3 years

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Heisenberg x reader (fluff?? But with dirty talk)

After dinner. (Part 1 maybe)

Hello! I know I’m terrible with the uploading and I’m sorry bout that, but if you guys want to give me some ideas for these, I’d love them! 🙏🙏🙏

I can also try make lady dimetrescu stories! Just ask and I shall try give! Also tell me if you want a second part of this story! Also I tried to make this story gender neutral!

Warnings: nothin really bad just some praise, and more fluff than expected. There’s gonna be dirty talk and u being a brat.

Y/N, the only person that could piss Heisenberg off without getting killed, surprise surprise! Even Lady D is surprised! The whole family is. (mother Miranda is dead because I said so and everyone else is alive) why do you piss him off? Because it’s fun of course, but for him it’s not fun anymore. You lived in Heisenbergs factory since you were given to him by mother Miranda, the only gift he appreciated from her. The two of you have gotten much closer since the team up to get Miranda killed, and since the victory, you gotten closer even more. You also got closer with Lady Dimetrescu, and made Heisenberg become more close with her too. Slowly he is getting there, even though as siblings they still fight. It was a Friday afternoon, you were taking a stroll around the village now filled with new people. While walking around the village greeting most people, a crow came flying to you with some sort of letter. You take the letter noticing it’s from the castle Dimetrescu. You slowly open it, reading what the letter wrote. “Dear siblings, I would really appreciate if you came for dinner tonight at around 9pm. Thank you and I hope you come over. ~Lady Dimetrescu.” You thought for a minute and walked fast back home to Heisenberg. It took you 10 minutes to come back home, and you hurried to Heisenberg. You went to the elevator to meet no other than your good friend and a great merchant! The Duke. “Well well! If it’s no other than Y/n! How have you been my good friend?” He asked. “I’ve been doing great! The freedom from Miranda is absolutely beautiful! How have you been Duke?” You asked waiting for the elevator to stop at your chosen floor. “I’ve been good thank you!” He said chuckling a bit smoking his cigar. “Anything interesting in stock?” You asked smiling. “Ahh not today my good friend! But I’ll tell you if I do” he said laughing. The elevator stopped at the floor. “Well looks like it’s a goodbye for now” you said turning your body towards the doors. “Farewell my friend” you said. “Farewell” the Duke replied.

And with that you went off to find Heisenberg. “Fuck, shit, you fucking piece of shit work would you” you heard shouting from one of the rooms. “Found him” you whispered. You came to the door, hearing banging and items being thrown around. You opened the door and you saw a piece of metal flying towards you, luckily you notice in time and move out of the way, hearing the piece of metal hit the wall behind you. “What the fuck do you want now y/n? I’m not in the mood right now.” He told you in an aggressive tone. “Well I’m here to tell you we have been invited to Lady Dimetrescu castle for dinner, and you are coming and you and no choice to protest.” You said holding the paper out. “I don’t have time for some fancy ass dinner. Now if your done please leave and thank you.” He said in a mean tone. “Why are you so pissed Heisenberg. And yes you are coming, because I said so.” You said crossing your hands. He looked at you and you could feel the anger in him rise. “Who told you you are the boss around here? Now be a good pet and get out and stop being a brat.” He said in a singsong voice. “Make me” you said, a grin appearing on your face. He stared at you, gripping the table, and when he noticed the shit-eating grin, he snapped. He threw the table across the room, stomping towards you. You heard the metal door behind you close shut and Heisenberg trapped you in between his arms. “If you are that desperate to be fucked right here right now then just tell me, no need to piss me off and punish you. Or would you like that? Getting punished?” He whispered his hat and glasses off somehow, his eyes starring into yours. You look away, cheeks getting red. “Ah Ah, now don’t hide away from me pet, you did this to yourself. Now tell me what would you like?” He asked you, taking your chin in his hands moving your head to look at him. “I don’t want nothing” you whispered. He then moves his thighs in between yours. “Are you sure?” He asked with an eyebrow raised. You didn’t reply. You didn’t know what to reply with. Yes you wanted him, you wanted him for ages, but you can’t tell him that. You try look away, but he brings your chin back to look at him. “Go on dear, what would you like? Tell me, I’ll do it.” He said moving closer towards you. How did you become so shy all of a sudden? You’re always so bold, so daring, but now you are here, in front of the man you have dreamed of for ages, shy, falling apart in front of him. He notices you thinking hard, so he moves towards you and catches your lips with his own, kissing you slowly. This made you come back to reality and made you jump slightly, moving your hands towards his chest, gripping the fabric of his slightly unbuttoned shirt. The kiss was soft, passionate. You then felt his tounge ask your permission to enter your mouth, and you let him slowly opening your mouth, and him darting his tounge inside your mouth deepening the kiss. You were fighting for dominance, but failed, feeling him smirk slightly. He brought one hand to your waist and the other behind your head. Your hands went around his neck, trying to pull him closer towards you. You kissed for what felt like hours, enjoying the feeling. You then felt Heisenberg slightly move, making you whimper slightly. The two of you looked deeply into each others eyes, seeing the heat and lust behind them. “Shouldn’t we go to the dinner?” Heisenberg asked smirking. “Oh yes, yes.” You whispered, pulling your hands back down. But before you could leave Heisenberg warmth and company, he leaned in to kiss you one more time. His hands left your body, missing the feeling of his hands on you. “Maybe if you’ll be a good, buttercup, I’ll give you a price tonight after dinner.” He said smirking making you blush hard. “And what if I’m not good, karl?” You asked, returning the same smirk back. “You don’t wanna try that dear.” Karl said smiling. “We’ll see.” You said walking away. “We sure will.” He said licking his lips.

#karl heisenberg x reader smut #heisenberg x reader smut #cute #gender neutral reader #karl heisenberg #resident evil #resident evil village #re8 village

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a-hundred-jewels · 3 years

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friday the thirteenth - ch2 (of 3): interrupted summoning

Ao3

chapter 1 chapter 3

Summary: All Lydia wants is the comfort of her older siblings' bedroom, but Skye and Jane are demonically occupied.

Words: 1060 (ish)

notes and fic under the cut

Was going to post the first chapter of my mermaid au today, but i was feeling lazy and didn't want to create a whole new fic on ao3 with tags and everything, so here's the second chapter of friday the thirteenth instead. Once again, pleeeeeease leave me comments. I write a lot and get almost no feedback, which can get exhausting after a while. I love writing more than anything else in the world, but it's hard to shout into the void sometimes. That being said, I truly love you all who read my stuff and appreciate you very much.

This chapter is for my sister, because you asked if anything I wrote this month would be dedicated to you. Everything I write about the Penderwicks is a love letter to siblinghood. Thank you for giving me lots of writing material. Stay chaotic. Also let me know if you ever want to summon a demon together.

Disclaimer: Not my characters, but honestly they should be. What do you say, Jeanne?

Lydia loved Skye and Jane’s room. It was her favourite room in the house, and, even at two years old, she had a habit of sneaking in at inconvenient times. One night, Lydia woke up at midnight, feeling a burst of energy. She climbed out of her crib, and pulled the door open, ready to wander around the top floor of the house. She wasn’t supposed to do this, but oh how fun it could be!

After tiptoeing up and down the hall a few times, Lydia pushed on Skye and Jane’s door, which usually fell open after a big shove. She was surprised to find it blocked. There was no lock on it, and it was not a heavy door, so Lydia didn’t know what could be up with it that wouldn’t let her through. Lydia pushed again, harder this time, and heard a small thud on the other side, followed by the sound of Skye swearing and Jane crying out, “My book!” They shushed each other, and Lydia heard something sliding across the floor. Then, the door opened slightly, and Jane came into view.

“Oh, it’s Lydia! Hey sweetie, you okay?” Lydia wanted to go in and curl up in Jane’s bed so she could fall asleep to the sound of her siblings whispering to each other under Jane’s fairy lights. However, Jane was very clearly trying to cover something up.

“Lydia wants in!” Lydia cried, reaching her arms up. Jane, who normally would have picked her up without hesitation and twirled her around, instead seemed to make several different facial expressions at once. “Hold on,” she whispered, darting her head over her shoulder. “Let me just ask Skye. We’re having a…” Jane trailed off, searching for the right word. “We’re kind of having a secret meeting.”

“Jane!” Lydia heard Skye whisper-shout from behind the door. “This was such a bad idea, oh my god.”

“What do you want me to say? It’s complicated! And we’ve already set up the, uh, R-I-T-U-A-L.”

Lydia tried to peek between Jane’s legs, but could only see a small flickering light. Jane was very good at blocking the door.

Suddenly, though, the door opened wider, and then Skye was there too. With them came a bigger sliver of the bedroom. Lydia could see, among the usual piles of books and clothes that littered Jane’s side of the room, several strategically placed birthday candles, a pile of lemon peels n Skye’s bed, and Jane’s Ouija board (which she’d bought at a yard sale among several strange looking necklaces and also a feather boa) sitting on the floor surrounded by a circle of… sand?

This must be a very secret meeting.

Skye sighed. “Let her in. It’s not like the summoning was going to work anyway.”

“Why do you have so little faith in my plans? I told you, I’ve looked into this. Artie got it to work the other week.” Jane gave Skye the imploring look of a dog asking for cheese. Skye turned to Jane so quickly they nearly slapped her in the face. “Artie what? You failed to mention that part!” Both of them seemed to have forgotten about Lydia.

“I did not!” Jane crossed her arms indignantly, and Lydia noticed several of the weird necklaces from the garage sale were hanging around her neck, hanging over the nightgown she’d made out of green and white striped cotton. “I told you I’d done research! Proper research!”

Skye let out a huff. “I thought you’d meant reading fucking Reddit posts! Not getting one of your friends to try it out.” In the dim hallway, Lydia squinted. Was Skye also wearing some of those weird necklaces? And one of Jane’s heavy bracelets? Skye never wore jewelry, outside of a few watches with lots of buttons that they rotated throughout the week.

“You make it sound like I forced him or something! Which I didn’t!”

“Artie voluntarily summoned a demon?” Skye and Jane were facing each other now, in full argument mode. They’d completely forgotten about shielding their room from Lydia, who could now see an empty coffee canister sitting next to the Ouija board and several of Jane’s ghost books open on both beds.

“He was having WiFi troubles! Demons love that shit! So, I told him about my research and he bribed the demon to move the WiFi troubles to the White House.”

Skye stopped still and stared at Jane.

“ What, ” Skye looked at Jane incredulously. “Jane, oh my god. Jane. I read an article saying that the White House WiFi went down last week .”

Jane shrugged. “Of course it did. Artie explained to the demon how it would have a much wider impact at the White House. Make so many people turn evil with frustration. Voila.” Jane spread her hands, like it was easy, and Skye stared. It looked like their mind was rearranging itself. Maybe it was.

“Our new principal is incompetent,” they finally said.

Jane raised an eyebrow. “I’m aware. He wants to shut down the GSA.”

Skye was standing dead still. Jane was watching them. Sometimes, it was like they could communicate without even needing to speak.

Lydia, on the other hand, was getting bored. All she’d wanted was to snuggle into Jane’s warm bed, free of troubles. All this talk of demons was keeping her from valuable sleeping time. “Lydia wants to sleep,” she said in almost a whimper. She wasn’t proud of it, whimpering in front of her big siblings who were always doing something interesting and could solve any problem. But, Lydia was small and Lydia was tired.

Both older siblings turned around at once, remembering the small sister in the hallway. And then Lydia was being held in Skye’s strong arms and Jane was stroking her hair and the two of them took her back to her room. The constellation on the ceiling glowed gently as Lydia was tucked into bed, and Skye and Jane were good older siblings who didn’t talk one bit of demons while they sat with her.

However, just as Lydia was drifting off to sleep and Skye and Jane were softly closing the bedroom door behind them, Lydia heard them start to whisper. A few seconds of gibberish, the foot tapping that came when Jane was excited, and, finally, a sentence in Skye’s determined voice.

“Let’s fucking do this.”

#jane penderwick #penderwicks fanfiction #cameron writes #skye penderwick #the penderwicks #penderwicks #fanfiction #lydia penderwick

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riotfuckery · 4 years

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Shark bites

Kirishima x f!reader

A/N: Hello beautiful readers! I’m here to drop off your fluffy/spicy dose of Kirishima love! This is a request from none other than my senpai and wonderful friend @queensynderella! Thank you for sending in and I kinda struggled to write it bc of being the big sad™️. I’m really not too happy with it but I hope y’all enjoy it! 💖

Warnings: sexy descriptions, implied sexy time, a badly described make out, and kinda awful writing.

Tags: @thedreadthreadanomaly @trafalgar-temptress @lovelustdollsworld @obsessedchildsworld @kingtamakimurder @birds-have-teeth thank you for all the love and support, I appreciate everyone of y’all 💖🥺💖

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The ‘almost official’ stage of dating was the most fluffy part of dating. Sneak peeks of being in a relationship with the person you were interested in just forced your brain to daydream of what life you could live together. It was close yet so far away.

When your long time crush Kirishima Eijirou asked you on a date for the first time, you were over the moon with excitement.

As he stood there with cheeks matching his long mane of fire red hair, holding slightly crumped wildflowers, and stuttering out it he wanted to take you out on that Friday, you melted. You were so happy that you launched yourself into his arms while giggling out a “yes!”.

He took you out that Friday for coffee. Dressed in a oversized (f/c) sweater, black jeans, and a comfortable pair of boots, you walked hand in hand with him as he fed you cheesy pickup lines on your way to the cute coffee shop.

When the two of you got there, he refused to let you pay. Saying “it wasn’t manly to let a lady pay on the first date.”. He was a real gentleman, helping you on and off the tall coffee shop seats and holding doors open for you. He swept you off your feet.

You walked hand in hand with him again on your way home. Warm smiles shared as you soaked in each other’s company, the air was filled with new love as you laughed and playfully danced your way back to the dorms.

Ever the manly man he was, he walked you right to your door. You of course told him he didn’t have to and that you live in the dorms with him but he silenced your protests with a “A gentlemen has to make sure a lovely lady like you gets home safe” accompanied by a playful wink.

As you arrived at your door, a slight sadness bloomed in your chest. You didn’t want to leave to his side so soon and he pulled you into a bear hug as soon as he noticed your crestfallen face.

“So if you’d like, how about we do this again next week?” He akwardly asked, cheeks hinted pink and warm red eyes filled with hope.

“Of course Kiri! I would love that!” You smiled happily up at him. He grew a lot since your first year, now quiet a bit taller than you.

Standing up on your tippy toes, you gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek before entering your room then closing the door.

Kirishima was floored by the sweet kiss you gave him. His large hand held on the place you pecked as his heart beat wildly in his chest. If he could get anymore love struck, he’d think he went insane.

Pressing you ear against the door, you waited until you heard his heavy footsteps walk away to jump on your bed and let out an excited squeal into your pillow.

Lingering glimpses at one another were happening often during that week until Friday came around again. The sickeningly sweet air of young love floated over the two of you like a cloud at all times, making everyone in the general vicinity roll their eyes in annoyance.

Neither of you could care less because you were head over heels for one another. Heads filled with daydreams until you could see each other again.

You were practically glittering with excitement when Friday finally arrived. Tearing up your closet to find the perfect outfit as you fussed over your hair, you couldn’t help the rapid thumping in your chest as you finished your look.

Giving yourself a twirl in the mirror, smiling proudly at the outfit you picked out with the approval of your friends via text. You were a bit nervous but the ever so present excitement overshadowed it.

He knocked on your door swiftly, catching your attention as you grabbed your phone and rushed to the door. You quickly opened the piece of wood only to be met with the handsomest man you’ve ever seen.

He looked stunning. A black floral button up shirt framed his solid build nicely, dark jeans hugged his muscular legs in all the right ways, and of course, his signature pair of red crocs.

He didn’t tell you what you were doing on this outing, only a hint to dress nice but casual. Walking with him hand in hand once more as his tall stature led you through the dorms, through the backyard, and into a small spot in the woods where you found a picnic set out.

A red checkered blanket laid on the top of a small hill, overlooking the city and a delicious set of bento boxes were sitting on top. Your heart raced again, thumping like a happy bunny rabbit as you sat down on the blanket.

Eating your food happily and teasing each other playfully, your heart felt warm when the sun set. Hazy oranges, pinks, and purples filled the sky when you rested your head on his shoulder.

He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer as he placed a sweet kiss on the top of your head. Your cheeks heated up at the small act of affection from him, making you snuggle yourself closer to the redhead as the both of you watched the sunset.

He walked you to your room again much to your protests, gently tugging you along the forest path and dorms with the picnic basket in his large hand. The world felt so much brighter, so much more fun when he was around that the slight sadness hit your chest again as you arrived at your door.

“I had a really good time today, (y/n) and I know we literally just went out but would you like to hang out with me tomorrow? We could watch a movie in my dorm in our pjs.” He suggested sheepishly, thinking that it was way to be good to be true that you would want hang out with him 2 days in a row.

“That sounds wonderful Eijirou, what time should I come by?” You asked happily.

His cheeks flared red from the casual use of his given name, heart racing at the way it rolled of your tongue.

“U-uh how does 5 sound?” He stuttered out, a little embarrassed at how flustered he was by the simple act of calling him his name.

“Perfect, I’ll see you then!” You smiled brightly, the idea of cuddling up with him in your pjs sounding like heaven.

He summoned all the courage in his body as he gently placed the basket down, red eyes looked softly at your smaller form when he held a large hand out and softly cupped your cheek. Holding it almost protectively when he placed another sweet kiss on your forehead before picking up the basket and walking back to his room, just like you did.

You stood frozen in the hall for a second, cheeks aflame as you felt you entire body turn into a pile of goo. Quickly making your way way inside your room, you unleashed a smile that threatened to stay there the rest of the week.

Tomorrow couldn’t come by any slower, excitement buzzing in your veins as you desperately tried to make yourself sleep. The digits on your clock seemed to go in slow motion as they changed and you let out a groan in defeat.

Staring up at your ceiling you couldn’t help but think of the faux redhead. He was as adorable as a puppy, sweeter then sugar cubes, so friendly that he even tamed the blonde time bomb, and so in touch with his feelings that he made you swoon.

What plagued your mind most was how goddamn handsome he was. He caught your eye during first year, a bright sharp toothed smile sent your way as he gave you a big bear hug when he introduced himself made your heart beat wildly in joy.

Warm red eyes soft and sweet like red velvet cake as he always cheered you on the sidelines. A jawline sharper than a razor combined with his well defined cheekbones made him look cute and hot. Which never failed to make your cheeks feel warm.

Well defined full plush lips with a sharp cupid’s bow was something you thought of often, wondering during late nights if they were as kissable as they looked. Brawny arms that made you feel safe whenever he got the chance to give you a hug.

You took special notice of how tall and muscular he was now. Six feet tall and absolutely shredded, solid like a mountain with not an ounce of fat on him. He towered over your small form, forcing your heart thrash wildly in your chest. But he never made you feel intimidated, always safe and secure when you were with him. That fact alone just made you melt.

His hero costume didn’t help your fantasy about him one bit. A six pack and body carved by Greek gods as you sneeked peeks at him during hero training. He was golden tan and littered with various scars, thanks to internships, the color of his skin just accentuating his well defined six pack and rippling muscles.

It might have been the fact that everyone was asleep or that you only got a few innocent little kisses from him but thinking about this 6ft tall, absolutely shredded, and adorable man just set your lower belly on fire.

Sleep finally came to you before you could get too worked up, finally getting a few good hours of sleep before you had to get up and go about your day.

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The bright rays of the sun woke you up the next morning, regretfully untangling yourself from your sheets as you got up to get ready for your day. Today was cleaning day.

Throwing on a pair of black leggings and an old shirt, you got to cleaning your room. Putting on (f/b) you not so harmoniously sang your way through laundry and organizing various things.

When you finished everything on your checklist , the room was sparkling clean. Taking a peek at the clock, it read as 3pm. Just enough time to eat and get ready.

Quickly making your way to the kitchen downstairs, you grabbed a few of (f/s) and headed to the common room only to see a few of your girlfriends chatting away on the couch.

“Hey cutie pie! Come and join us!” Mina happily waved as she saw you approaching the couch.

“Hi darlings! What’s up?” You greeted as you plopped yourself down in the seat next to cute pink girl, quickly eating your snacks.

“We were actually just talking about you!” She snickered.

“Cmon! Tell us how your last date with Kirishima went!” she enthusiastically demanded, playfully nudging your side with her elbow.

Momo, Uraraka, and Tsuyu all gave you an expecting look, nearly wiggling in their seats from the tension of your small silence.

“It went really well actually! He took me out of a picnic and we watched the sunset together. It was pretty romantic.” You admitted, a tiny bit embarrassed from all the attention on you.

“Oh wow that is romantic~! Who knew Kirishima was such a softie!” Mina gushed dramatically.

“That’s actually really cute. Ribbit.” Tsuyu commented.

“It’s simple and sweet, very much like him.” Momo analyzed thoughtfully.

“But did you guys get all hot and steamy under the sunset~” Mina asked, wiggling her eyebrows for dramatic effect.

“No pinky pie.” you playfully rolled your eyes.

“We didn’t, just a few sweet kisses on the cheek and forehead.” You sheepishly admitted.

Various cooing and gushing came from all girls except Mina, who knew this is how it would play out. In the midst of various chatter, you managed to get a small glance at the clock and saw it was 3:30. Saying a cheerful goodbye, you padded your way back to your room to get ready for your date.

Date. The word still making your heart flutter as you thought of your last two experiences. He was sweet, gentlemanly, and so adorable that you couldn’t help but gush about him internally.

Rummaging through your drawers to find the perfect pair of pjs, you pulled out one old band shirt after another before finding what you were looking for. A matching set of burgundy silk shorts and top with black lace trim.

It was something you bought on a whim after trying it on, loving the way the it made all the features you liked about yourself stand out. A perfect little tease to test his patience.

After pulling out a large hoodie to cover yourself up with, you grabbed your shower caddy and made your way to the showers. You made quick work of getting clean, the whole stall smelling like (f/s) as you scrubbed away all of today’s dust and dirt.

The hot water combined with the steam made your skin feel soft, reveling in the way your confidence soared after doing something so simple. (Self care is important y’all.)

Quickly finishing up what you needed to do, you stepped out of the shower and wrapped yourself in a fluffy towel. Confidence still sky high as you brushed and blow dried your hair also applying a little skincare along with it.

As you slid on your sexy little set, you couldn’t help but feel like it when you glanced in the mirror. After a swipe of deodorant and a spritz of perfume, you pulled on your hoodie and happily padded your way to your room to put your stuff away.

Successfully putting away all your things, you checked the clock once again. It read as 4:30pm so you still had half an hour. Deciding to laze around a bit, you checked through your socials and played a game for a bit before heading over.

When you finally looked up from your game, it finally hit 5. You scrambled to put on some chapstick before grabbing your favorite blanket and slipping on your slippers before heading out the door.

You skipped your way to Kirishima’s dorm, heart thumping in excitement about seeing him again. Stopping at his door, you knocked swiftly 3 times and waited patiently.

“Coming!” Kiri shouted casually.

When he did open the door, he didn’t expect his brain to turn into scrambled eggs. You stood there so adorably, eyes sparkling up at him, in a hoodie that nearly drowned you and he was speechless.

“Hey Eiji!” You smiled at him, temporarily putting a halt to his internal gushing.

“Hey (y/n)-chan, come in and get comfy!” He managed to say cheerfully as he stepped aside to let you into his room.

Embarrassingly, you forgot what his room looked like but when you did look at the surprisingly tidy room with workout gear in the corner and ‘manly’ decorations, you internally giggled as you made a beeline for his bed plopped onto it with light bounce. Deciding to lay up against his pillows as you made yourself comfy.

He managed to turn off his internal panicking as he sat down next to you. His warm body next to yours as he pulled out his laptop and pulled up Netflix. After debating for a bit, you both agreed on a random action movie that looked interesting. He carefully placed it on the opposite end of the bed as he got himself comfortable next to you.

As the movie started, your attention instantly wandered off of whatever was on the small screen. Instead focusing on how nice he felt next to you. He was warm that you wanted to cuddle up to him, the shorts you wore not helping you retain heat at all.

Carefully, you grabbed his hand and interlaced your fingers with his. Smiling softly as you laid your head on his shoulder as you vaguely payed attention to the movie. He smelt nice too, like sandalwood and citrus. Bright and masculine, just like him.

Kiri had a plan before you arrived and now that you were so cutely cuddled up to him, he couldn’t even form a coherent thought much less breathe normally.

He wanted to ask you to be his girlfriend officially. The cute dates you went on just put the final nail in the coffin for him as you playfully giggled at his jokes and looked at him so cutely. He was freaking out.

With a deep breath, he shoved off all incoming self doubt and popped the question.

“(Y/n)-chan?” He asked nervously, heart racing in fear that you would up and leave if he asked you too early.

“Yes Eiji?” You sweetly replied, just being so close to him was making you feel fuzzy inside.

“Youre so cute and sweet and I like you so much and I was wondering if you would wanna be my girlfriend?” He rambled nervously, his large body tensing in false preparation.

You looked at him in shock for a moment while you processed what he said before a soft smile took over your face. Giving his large hand a squeeze, he cautiously met your gaze.

He saw no anger, no hatred, just soft (e/c) eyes filled affection. He gave you a small shaky smile still a bit nervous from your lack words.

“I would want nothing more Eijirou.” You softly spoke as you admired his face. He was handsome and the little scar on his eye just adding onto to the cute look he had on right now.

He visibly relaxed as he felt himself lean closer to your face, red eyes briefly glancing at your soft lips. Ever the gentleman he was, he needed to ask before making his move.

“Can I kiss you?” He breathlessly asked, still slowly inching closer.

Your eyes briefly glanced at his lips, slightly chapped but still full and plush as you felt yourself lean closer as well.

“Please do” you replied just as breathlessly.

When his lips met yours, it was everything you dreamed of and better. His lips were warm and tasted of cinnamon as they moulded against yours perfectly.

The warm and fuzzy feeling in your body turned into a fire as you used your free hand to cup his cheek and pull him closer to you. You wanted to be closer to him, fuck you needed to be.

It quickly became heated between the both of you, his warm tongue gently swiping over yours in a silent pleas to let him in. When you gently parted your mouth to let him in, he took it to his full advantage, eagerly exploring and dominating your wet cavern with a low groan.

You let out a small moan in response, using the hand that was on his cheek to tangle in his red hair and gave it a light tug. He let out a low growl and without breaking the kiss, he moved his muscular form to hover above you as he pinned your joined hands on the mattress.

When he pulled away, you were both panting and blushing. Red eyes burning with desire as he hungrily looked down at your smaller form beneath him.

“So I’ll take that as a yes?” He cheekily asked with a sharp toothed impish grin.

“Of course, Red Riot~” your saccharine voice answered as you wrapped your legs around his narrow yet muscular waist and brought him closer to you.

His cheeky smile turned into a warning glare as he let another low growl, you were testing his patience and he wasn’t having any of it.

“Careful little one. Don’t get me too excited, you wouldn’t want to this shark to bite, now would you?” He warned you with smoldering eyes half lidded in lust, making the fire in your veins turn into a raging inferno.

“Oh I’m sure I won’t regret it. Now show me how hard this shark can bite.” You challenged, the raging fire in your blood reflecting in your own half lidded hazy eyes. The cute set you had on definitely came in handy later.

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whoistheasshole · 3 years

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My boyfriend went on a guy trip while my dad is dying and he didn‘t even text

Anonymous asks: Am I the asshole for being upset my boyfriend hasn’t texted me even though he knows my dad is dying? My dad has been in the hospital for about a month now, which my boyfriend has been aware of. I’ve told him about how sad I am. Last week, the doctors told us that his chance of recovery is extremely unlikely & that we should consider taking him off of the machines since he’s been unresponsive for so long/ his quality of life is so bad right now.

Initially we were going to take him off the machines on Friday but my sister is in Georgia and wont be able to make it until Monday, so that’s when we’ll all be able to see him (for the first time since he’s gone into the hospital due to covid, and for the last time alive). My boyfriend, knowing this, and under the impression that my dad was going to be taken off the machines on this past Friday, went to Vermont with his friends. We’re long distance anyway so it doesn’t make a difference to me if he travels, but he left me on read since friday morning even though he knows how distressed I am and is under the impression my dad died three days ago! I admittedly haven’t texted him since then either but I’ve been coping with the fact that I’m going to have to attend my dad’s funeral & wake next week!

I’m pretty freaking peeved that he couldn’t spare a literal minute to ask if I’m doing okay but I can’t tell if I’m being unreasonable maybe? It always bothered me that he didn’t text me for days at a time when he was with his friends but I figured I was just being a little clingy as we only started dating in October (but have known each other since last June). I don’t know if I have any right to confront him/be upset that he hasn’t texted me for a few days.

sorry this is so weirdly late but in my last message i think i said he texted me on friday? I can’t remember but actually the last time he texted me on Thursday **, the day before my dad was initially supposed to be taken off the machines & also thank u for reading

Hello anon,

He might be the asshole.

I’m being vague because I want to leave room for the possibility that there are mitigating circumstances (like bad cell reception/internet access or a substantial misunderstanding), but it doesn’t sound good.

I am looking quizzically at a fun weekend out in the middle of a pandemic. I am also questioning the radio silence during this really really tough time that you’re going through. Nobody should ever have to make the decision that your family is facing right now and I hope you can lean on each other.

To move forward with your boyfriend, I recommend going back to some really trite advice: Communicate with him. It’s not clear to me whether you have had a conversation yet where (both of you) put it all out there: What are you expectations around communication, especially when your boyfriend is away “with the boys” (in a pandemic)? Which level of contact would you prefer? What is he looking for? Can you find common ground?

You are absolutely within your right to reach out and let him know how you feel and how he can help. I can’t tell if he deserves it, but any conversation is usually more productive if you assume good intentions for now. That’s generally the case when we want somebody to do something, but we haven’t actually told them out loud yet. Maybe he thinks you need some space. Maybe he doesn’t know how to be there for you around your grief, even though he would like to be, so he’s erring on the side of doing too little. Yes, maybe he’s just self-centered and doesn’t pay enough attention to you, but get the evidence on the table first, by asking him.

To be clear, I don’t recommend this approach because I think you’re wrong or that he’s a misunderstood sensitive boy. I’m recommending it because I assume you want to be with him and that you fundamentally think he’s worth putting in the effort and in that case, your best bet is open communication (provided you haven’t already tried and he failed). So go ahead and put it out in the open, ask him what he is looking for communication-wise during these trips, say your piece and go from there.

Of course this might not be the best time to have a non-judgemental discussion, especially as this is not a mere non-texting during trip situation, but a massive painful life event during trip situation. If you need to get to calmer waters to pull off such a discussion, proactively address your current needs and leave the bigger talk for later. This could mean asking him for something specific that would be helpful like “Hey bf, I’m having a really hard time right now. Are you open to having a call this evening?/Can you send me distracting animal videos?/Can could lend me your ear for 15 minutes and then we talk about something completely different?” Or if you can’t really talk to him right now without blowing up: “Hey, I’m having a tough time because of my dad and will focus on … the next days. I don’t know when I’ll text you next, but encouraging words are appreciated in the meantime.” or whatever you’re looking for. Basically, no matter which direction you go, be the one to open communication. Sometimes when one person opens up, it can start a slow chain-reaction with everybody in the relationship becoming more communicative. And focusing on the “shoulds” (he should have been calling, he should not be unavailable right now) doesn’t get you closer to where you’d like to be. Finally, if you feel like you’re too angry to have any kind of productive exchange, write it all down in a text document or make an angry drawing or scream in the basement/woods. Get your feelings out, be they sad or angry.

It’s possible that one of the above conversations will reveal that your expetations are not compatible, but cross that bridge if you come to it.

To sum it up: Yes I think you are completely justified in feeling miffed that you didn’t hear anything from your boyfriend in a situation like this. No I can’t say if it’s all his bad or if he has some kind of good explanation for the radio silence. Take care of yourself and be the turtlelest turtle you need to be right now (idk where I am going with this image, just build a blanket nest, alright?) to get through this difficult situation.

If you had to take your dad off life support at this point, I am very sorry for your loss. It’s incredibly hard what you and your family have to go through and I hope it gets bearable sooner rather than later.

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buck-nialled · 4 years

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could u please do a niall imagine with a ballerina gf? 🥺🥺🥺🥺 i need soft!supportive!niall

NOTE: I really hope this doesn’t suck, let me know if you all like it!

Spot On - N. Horan Imagine

Niall’s footsteps remained quiet as he strolled into the dance studio. It was always easy to find her after the first few times doing it. Niall’s ears learned to perk up at the sound of faint strings and followed them until he reached the door reading ‘BALLET’. Today was no different as his hand turned the knob and his body slid inside the small gap he had pushed and squeezed his frame through. She was too concentrated on one of the many moves Niall could never quite recall the name of, as it held too many accented letters for his mind to be bothered remembering. Rather, his eyes transfixed on the girl flexing her toes and legs every which way in her darkened, scuffed slippers that seemed to always be on her person.

Niall shifted to rest his back against the doorframe, crossing his arm as he observed her latest piece. When she ended the choreography with a small bow and open arms, the large booms from his hands colliding in applause had the girl jumping in her spot and spinning to face the source of the noise.

“Bravo! Where’s her award?” Niall exclaims, stretching his arms out to move to the girl. All she could do was grin and surrender the urge to keep her feet planted in exchange for running right into his arms with a squeak. Niall chuckles and keeps a tight grip on the box behind his arms while the other comes up to wind across her figure. Niall relishes in the flutters his insides feel as she desperately tries burying her face into his chest and inhaling his cologne.

His neck cranes down to place a kiss atop the crown of her head. “How are ya, princess?” She retreats from her spit on his chest to meet his eyes with a gracious smile. The sweat built up had her baby hairs sticking to her forehead, but she held a grin so wide, her exhaustion was hardly noticeable.

“Good. How are you?” Her voice was a dance of its own. The way it breezes into the air so softly and enters Niall’s ears like a song has his heart swooning to its erratic beat.

“M’great. Now that I’ve found you, I can give you this.” Niall’s other arm appears from behind his back, carrying a pristine, white box tied securely with a baby pink bow. She looks up at him, eyebrows raised in suspicion.

“And what might this be?” She inquires, slowly taking the lightbox from him with both of her hands.

“Don’t know. Why don’t ya open it and see?” Niall shrugs, a smirk toying at the corner of his lips. It has Y/N, rolling her eyes as she unties the ribbon with care and slowly lifts the lid from the box. Her lips part.

“Ni…” The sight of the slippers’ pale color against the sight of Niall’s sun-soaked skin was a sight to behold. His blue eyes absorbed a view of their own: her, holding his gift in awe and adoration. Her mind thought back to a couple of days prior to this moment, when Niall called her asking hastily for her shoe size and explicitly told her not to question him while doing so.

“Why did you—“

“I saw how worn out yer others were…figured it couldn’t hurt to have an extra pair. I know these have sentimental value n’ all but if they ever fall apart—“

“No. I love this pair way more, already.”

“Because they’re your favorite color?” Niall ganders. And while they were, Y/N shared one reason that stood out from all of the others.

“Because they’re from the man I am madly in love with.” Her sentence made Niall’s cheeks flush red and eyes dart down to her old, ratty slippers.

“I want to put these on right now and break em’ in.” She decides, scurrying over to a bench nearby and sitting herself down.

“Here, allow me m’ lady.” Niall offers, taking the box from your hand as he squats down before your legs. She giggles.

“Thank you, kind sir.” The sight of her toes wiggling giddily in her current slippers makes Niall chuckle until his face was falling. Upon unlacing the old pair and slipping them off, he takes in the sight of her feet, blistered and bruised.

“Y/N…”

“Niall, I don’t want to hear it.” He nagged her about overworking herself constantly. And if it were anybody else, she would have told them to beat it a long time ago. But she knew if the places were swapped, she would be telling him the same thing. So, she took his comments like a grain of salt and taught herself to appreciate his concern rather than deny it. “I’ve told you before, I’m okay. It’s part of the job.”

“I know. S’just…when I hurt my knee in football, I was devastated. Yeah, I can still play, but only to an extent. I’ve burnt myself out and lost my chance…and I don’t want you in the same boat.” She had been told this story, on many different occasions. Each time, Niall’s sincerity and heartfelt tone of voice was unwavering and never failed to spring tears in Y/N’s eyes. Today was no different.

Leaning forward, she brought her hands up to cup his warm cheeks. “I know.” She says lowly, nodding her head. “And I won’t, I promise. This recital is just a really big one and I don’t want to mess it up.”

“You won’t.” Niall shakes his head in certainty. “Ya never do. Always spot-on.”

“And that’s because I practice.” She remarks, taking one of the new slippers from the box and sliding it on herself. Her hands bring the laces up and entwine them around her calves. “And with these…” Y/N nods her head down to the now-tied slipper, “I’ll be ready as ever.”

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She should have knocked on wood.

Crossed every toe and finger.

Taken every single grain of salt from Niall’s heeding words and thrown them over her shoulder.

But she did not. Rather, Y/N remained perseverant and confident in herself and the gifted pair of slippers she was determined to break into before the big recital. While the gleeful expression made Niall’s insides turn to mush, the boy was cursing himself later on for giving Y/N even more reason to practice.

She was front and center with the rest of the team the days following. While every girl around her was beginning to let exhaustion wear them thin, her body refused and remained sharp in each position, and plie instructed her. By the fourth time running the dance’s choreography, the back of her right leg began to burn and ache. It was not something she was unused to but rather curious about. Her left leg continued its familiar strains of soreness, while her right leg felt it was experiencing an entirely new level on the pain spectrum.

Amidst the routine, a mask of discomfort washed over the girl’s face and began screaming for her instructor’s attention. Much to her dismay, the dance teacher called a halt to the dancing and eyed Y/N cautiously for a few moments.

“Y/N, you alright?” She felt every head turn to study her. Each stare burnt uncomfortably into her body before she was shaking her head in a desperate attempt to rid of them.

“Yeah, fine. Let’s go again.” One of her friends approaches her, unopened water bottle in hand.

“Y/N, maybe you should take a breather. You haven’t sat down once since rehearsals started.” She points, stretching her arm out to offer the cold bottle. Y/N, however, keeps insisting that there was nothing to fret over. It did little to absolve her friend’s suspicion, who gave her a drawn-out “okay.”

The tightening near her heel persisted through the next time running the song. Y/N whimpered through her turns quietly, only earning a few turns of heads. Things were running (for the most part) smoothly.

Until a loud, unmistakable POP echoed throughout the studio walls. Y/N crumpled to the floor not too long after in a fit of wails and sobs of pain, curling into her body. All she could hear was her heart thumping in her ears while panicked screams coming from your instructor to stop the music and call an ambulance. Multiple faces were gazing down over Y/N with concern before they were told to scatter and give her room. Her body stilled and shivered intermittently from the cool air hitting her sweaty skin while hot tears ran down her face. She failed to put even the slightest pressure on her right foot without feeling pain.

Her teacher scolded her for even attempting to seat herself up and demanded she stay put until the paramedics arrived. In spite of her love for dance, Y/N rolled her eyes from the theatrics of the situation. Paramedics, the girl thought, how ludicrous.

When a gurney was wheeled into the room, the paramedics lifted Y/N to lay on it carefully all while she tried biting back her moans of pain. She was just being a wimp and knew by the end of the day, it would just be a laughing matter.

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“This is no laughing matter, miss L/N.” The doctor spoke sternly to the girl. She glanced up at him, fear swimming in her eyes alongside her mother and Niall. For the last hour and a half, all three patiently waited for the girl’s tests to come back with hopeful eyes and encouraging words. Those did little to help, once taking in the doctor’s next words. “It appears you have torn your Achilles’ tendon in your right leg, from overworking it. You partake in ballet, correct?”

She nods her head, gulping in dread. “Well, I’m afraid you won’t be able to participate for a while.”

“H-how long is a while?” Her voice wavers.

“A couple of weeks, at least. Maybe up to a month or two, depending on the rupture. ."

“No. No, I-I have a recital this Friday. I need to be better by then. Can’t you just prescribe me something, put me in a temporary cast, and send me on my way?” The doctor chuckles deeply, with a hint of pity to his voice Y/N does not fail to notice.

“Miss L/N. I suggest you avoid any intense physical activity for the coming weeks. You don’t want to increase the risk of permanent damage.” His words rang in her ears through the rest of the night, blocking out any of her mother’s ideas for dinner, and Niall’s offers to help with anything in her state of immobility. By the time she was discharged, a black compression wrap sat comfortably on her right foot and she carried herself inside of her house with a pair of crutches snug beneath her arms. On the outside, she seemed contempt. But on the inside, she was far from it.

Niall gauged her mood quite easily. The moment he tried consoling her, she would keep her distance. Each attempt of his to make her laugh would only earn a bitter chuckle at most. Y/N’s irritation is palpable each time he enters the room, yet Niall refused to acknowledge it, knowing very well that this was the calm before the storm.

Lightning finally struck when Niall visited for the fifth time that week, entering with the abominable creak of your bedroom door. Y/N ground her teeth to bite back from screaming at him, though she wanted to, badly.

“Hey, petal. Brought you some soup.” Niall cautiously steps toward her, as if the floorboards hid landmines beneath them. And right when Y/N’s jaw unhinged and shoulders relaxed, Niall braced himself for a brutal tirade. It never came.

Rather, his ears were greeted with the unwanted sound of broken sobs, which she tried muffling with her hands clasped over her mouth seconds later. Niall overcomes his shock quickly and hastily sets the soup down on the stand beside her bed, before coming to cradle her in his arms. It was the closest the two of them had been in nearly a week and would most definitely come to be the longest hug the couple would share, with exception to Niall’s proposal in the year following.

Through her body-wracking weeps, Y/N sputtered out an apology almost unintelligible with her head buried in Niall’s shirt. He simply cooed in response and stroked a hand through her hair in comfort.

“H-how are you still here? I would have driven anybody else away.” She sniffles, fists keeping their tight grip on Niall’s navy-blue cotton shirt, now soaked in tears. His chest bounced jovially up and down through his chuckles.

“Oh, darlin’,” he murmured, bringing a hand behind her to press her head back into his chest. Niall brings his lips down to place a sweet kiss upon her head and mumbling through a succession of others, “it’s going to take much more than yer attitude to get rid of me. I’ve seen you crankier.” The remark has Y/n narrowing her eyes at him, but the fire once ablaze in her pupils is now dissolved. Both recall the many nights Niall stayed over and woke Y/N up much too early for her liking, despite the faceful of small kisses that came with it. “You know it’s true,” Niall adds, making the corners of her lips twitch up. The sight has Niall basking in success internally, as the two trade words for lovesick stares instead.

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queenbirbs · 4 years

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distracted art appreciation | Ethan Ramsey x MC

Summary: It takes him fifty-six days in the jungle to get over her. Or, well, so he thought.

WC: 3k+

Warnings: N*FW

She’s been staring at the same painting for the past fourteen minutes.

Though, she uses the term ‘painting’ loosely -- whatever she’s looking at is made of twisted straw wrappers and crumbled pages of an IKEA manual. The placard next to the work features phrases like ‘a work of action’ and ‘an introspection into rampant consumerism.’ To her (admittedly untrained) eye, it looks like someone dumped a trashcan over a canvas and spray-painted it with viscera and glitter. Taking another sip of her wine, she glances down at her phone to see that only another minute has passed.

“Two more hours,” Sloane mutters to herself, hopelessly wishing again for time to speed up.

It’s not that she isn’t happy for Kyra, who started out with painting tutorials on YouTube and worked up to a modest following in Boston’s art community, which led her here to her first gallery show. She was excited for the first hour, sticking close to her friend as Kyra chatted with fellow artists about mediums and superatism and juxtaposition and a hundred other terms Sloane didn’t understand. But as conversations flowed, Kyra’s nerves settled down, and she waved Sloane off to go get some air and peruse the other artwork.

Which is how she came to standing in front of The Shopper’s Sediment, waiting for the event to end so she can help Kyra haul her paintings back down the block to her car.

The pleas for company that Sloane sent to the group chat have gone unanswered; they’re probably all still out at the new fantasy-themed bar that she skipped on to be a good friend who keeps her promises.

She’s so concentrated on the ugly artwork that she doesn’t realize there’s a person standing beside her. In fact, she only realizes they’re even there when she lifts her wine glass and ends up whacking them in the side with her elbow.

“Oh, my god! I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there, I--” she swallows back the rest of her panicked apology.

Ethan smirks down at her. His hand is clasped around her offending elbow.

“It’s all right. I won’t be pressing charges.”

“Thanks,” she says around the dumb grin on her face.

She admires the cut of the jacket he’s wearing; it’s some sort of tweed fabric with patches on the elbows, as if he’s just stepped down from behind a podium at Boston U. For a long moment, they stare at each other, and then down at his hand, still wrapped around her arm. He yanks his hand back as if he’s been burned; the dumb grin falls from her face.

“Um,” she hides the wince that wants to form, “why are… sorry, what are you doing here?”

“I missed out on a few First Fridays while I was away,” he explains. “Besides, Les Mis is running through the fourteenth, and I’ve seen enough of it for a lifetime. I thought I’d peruse the galleries tonight instead.” Taking a drink from the glass in his other hand, he glances about the room. “And you?”

Sloane tips her head in Kyra’s direction, explaining her role as both a social crutch and moving help. An awkward silence follows her words; she switches her glass from one hand to the other, mentally cursing at herself for fidgeting.

She’s a grown-ass woman! There’s no need for her to fold like a goddamn lawn chair around the man next to her. They’re both adults. They can interact in a public place without acting like idiots.

“Well,” Ethan starts, and then pauses to clear his throat. “You heard all about what I was doing down in Colombia, but I’m… curious. What did you do for the two months I was gone? Besides breaking up bar fights for Reggie.”

“Worked,” she answers with a smile. “And worried, of course.”

He quirks an eyebrow up at her response. “About you,” she clarifies.

“You didn’t need to.”

“I know. But I did anyway.” A smile flickers across his face at her admission. “I kept a close eye on the weather conditions down there. You were there during one of the wettest seasons on record. And now I find out that you were wearing a leather jacket the entire time for protection? Something about that just doesn’t add up. And you know what I think? I think you bought it in Bogota before your return flight, so you could come back with some new… down-to-earth vibe.”

That small smile of his grows; the sight of it makes something flutter in her throat.

“You’re not considering the bigger picture,” he says.

“Which is?”

“How I look in it.”

“Are you fishing for compliments?”

“Only when they’re yours.”

Sloane makes a show of taking a drink, if only to hide the blush that’s likely (most definitely) coloring her cheeks. She’s bedded the man twice, yet he can turn her into a mess with a minute of flirting. If hope is the thing with feathers, as Dickinson wrote, it’s flown well beyond her reach now.

“In the interest of continuing our, for a lack of a better term, in vino veritas,” he says, “I… worried about you, too.”

The admission causes her to perk up.

“What for?”

“I chose a poor time to leave. Everything was in an upheaval, with Naveen and Harper and I moving positions, and you having won your trial, and then you were awarded the position on the team, and…” he trails off, brow furrowing as he attempts to corral his rambling. “Naveen told me about Doctor Olsen, about how he tried to sabotage your standing.” At his side, his hand clenches into a fist. “And if you let that slide by, what else were you holding back from me?”

“I’ve dealt with bigger snakes than him. You don’t need to worry about--”

“But I did,” he cuts her off. “The entire time I was gone. All fifty-six days.” His eyes drop from hers, going instead to his glass and feigning interest in it. “Some reset, hmm?”

She should walk away; bid her goodbyes and return to Kyra’s side, let him walk out the door and move onto the next gallery. Let him have his reset. But, then again, she’s never been able to leave well enough alone.

So, instead, she tucks her arm up into his. Her offending elbow nudges his side.

“Come on. I’m tired of staring at this.”

Ethan gives the piece a look over his shoulder as they continue into the space. “It is a rather… visually-challenging take on mixed media.”

“See? I’ve circled this place four times and don’t understand what I’m supposed to be looking at. You’re just the man I need.”

“Then, by all means, lead on.”

By the near-end of their excursion through the gallery, Sloane learns more art terms than she did in the one art history class she mistakenly took in undergrad. The one that she barely passed, though she doesn’t mention that particular detail when Ethan asks.

Art is something she appreciates as one would appreciate good food -- she doesn’t have to know every ingredient in it to enjoy the taste. Ethan, as he is inclined to do, argues against her logic, claiming that knowledge behind every brush stroke (and, thus, every pinch of minced garlic, if we’re using food as a comparison, he added with a sigh) makes the artwork that much more meaningful (and, thus, tastier).

“It’s a moving piece that calls back to the Impressionist period,” he tells her, as if the third time’s the charm, and suddenly she’ll be awestruck by the boring landscape before them.

“It looks like something that would be bolted above the bed at a Best Western.”

He barks out a laugh at her comment, quickly smothering it when it draws attention from the other art patrons. They move away from the Monet copycat and down a long hallway, where a selection of lackluster acrylic paintings hang in a row. Sloane can feel her eyes glaze over as she examines them.

It’s no wonder that there’s no one near this end of the gallery. The conversations that reach them are muffled, just the droning buzz of voices. Not even the contemporary jazz music is piped down this far, leaving only the creaking floorboards and their own footsteps to accompany them. They reach the end of the hall, where a little table holds a handful of empty plates and glasses, abandoned by those that came before them.

Above the table is a painting of a woman. Draped around her shoulders is a red robe, patterned with messy strokes of amber-colored flowers. Her short, dark curls are pinned back, showing off the strong line of her jaw and the soft contour of her lips. Her right hand is raised, her fingers curled towards herself, as if beckoning to someone out of frame. Her eyes are closed, her head tilted up as she waits for her kiss.

“She’s hot,” Sloane blurts out.

Ethan raises an eyebrow at her blunt summary of the artwork, though he concedes with a nod. “She is rather lovely.”

“It’s kind of weird, though,” she steps closer and scans the woman’s face. “She reminds me of a woman I went on a date with.”

“Oh. When?”

“Two weeks ago.”

“Oh,” he repeats, but his tone is different this time.

Sloane looks him over, unable to suppress her grin. “Are you jealous?”

“No,” he says, then grimaces. “Maybe. Yes. Of course I am.”

“You shouldn’t be. Her name is Reese -- she’s a pediatric surgeon over at Children’s. Very attractive, great work ethic, good kisser, cute dog.”

“I fail to see how you reciting all of her best qualities is preventing me from feeling jeal--”

“Simple,” she interrupts. “No spark.”

“Not one?”

Sloane tips her head from side to side, pursing her lips as she considers. “Okay, maybe a little one. Not enough for a fire, though.”

The quiet of the hallway hovers between them as they gaze up at the painting. The placard hanging next to it lists the artist and the artwork’s title: la voglia.

“Is that Italian?”

“It means ‘the wanting.’” He tips back his glass and swallows the last of his wine. Liquid courage, and all that. “What about… us?”

“Hmm?” The question pulls her from her study of the painting.

“What was our ‘spark’ level?”

“Oh, we were a bonfire.”

“I see,” he says, his eyes blazing as he watches her. Sloane bites down on her bottom lip. His gaze flickers down to watch the movement; the flame that’s been simmering in her stomach all evening ignites under the attention.

“Did you want to kiss me?” she asks. “The other night at Donahue’s?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to kiss me now?”

“Yes.”

“I wish you would.”

The loud clink of his glass meeting the table is lost under the sound of his footsteps crossing the few feet between them. His hands come up to frame her face and his lips crash against hers. Her glass smacks against the table from where she hastily drops it; wine sloshes and drips down onto the floor. Sloane ignores the mess in favor of grabbing any part of him she can reach and pulling him close. Ethan breaks the kiss to surface for air, moving his hands to her waist; she adjusts her grip to his tie and yanks him down for another kiss, tilting her head to deepen it. Pleasure hums through her as she teases his lips to open for her, sweeping her tongue against his own.

Her back hits the wall; funny, because she doesn’t recall moving at all. The rough brick catches at her blouse and hair as she tilts her head up and arches her back, offering more of herself for him to explore.

“Sloane,” he hisses, trailing Syrah-soaked kisses along her throat and up behind her ear. He nips at the soft skin there, the marks hidden behind the curtain of her hair that he wraps around his hand and tugs. The moan tumbles out of her before she can swallow it down. “I can’t decide what I missed more,” he says with a smirk. “Your touch, or those sweet noises you make for me.”

“Can I tell you what I missed most?”

He pulls back to look down at her, blue eyes alight with arousal. “I’m all ears.”

Flashing a smug grin, she shifts to put her leg between both of his and brings it up as high as her skirt will allow. She rubs her knee against his thigh, and then higher, smirking when he growls out her name.

“That,” she tells him.

Ethan shakes his head at her as he grabs the offending leg and wraps it around his hip. She retaliates by hauling him closer and rolling her hips up to tease him.

“Sloane--”

“Yes?”

“We can’t… not here. Someone could come down the hallway any moment.”

“I know,” she purrs, running her nails through his beard, pleased at his sharp inhale. “We should go somewhere more private.”

“We… my apartment, it’s not too--”

“I’m not sitting through that forty-minute taxi ride you call a commute. I can’t wait.” She brings her hand down and presses it against the swell of his visible arousal. He emits a helpless groan at her touch. “And neither can you.”

“What do you have in mind, then?”

Her only response is another grin that he meets with a look of worried confusion. She decides that she likes the look, especially when she gets to watch the understanding dawn on his face as she guides him to the open door of a nearby stockroom.

Sloane kicks the door closed and locks it behind them, smacking Ethan’s hand away from the lightswitch. Warm light from the street lamps outside pours down out of a high window, diffused with the multicolored strobes of the nightclub across the alley. Shelves of cleaning supplies crowd in next to a pile of stanchions and a stack of easels. The bass from next door thrums along the brick walls, rattling the glassware that’s tucked away in the cabinets. The countertop underneath them glows red from the club lights.

Ethan picks her up easily and sets her on the counter. The laminate is cool under her heated skin, causing a shiver to course through her. His hand curves around her throat, his thumb brushing along her bottom lip. His breath turns ragged when Sloane turns her head in his hold and takes his thumb into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the digit before releasing him with a wet pop.

“Fuck,” he curses. “Let me see more of you.”

She reaches down and untucks her blouse while he attacks the pearl buttons, popping them open and pushing the cloth from her shoulders, chuckling at her threat of injury should he ruin her shirt. The cool air of the stockroom is soon replaced by his warm breath as he drags kisses down her chest; unhurried and uncaring of her complaints as he takes his sweet time.

“Ethan--” the rest of her complaint is lost to time as his mouth closes over the lacey fabric of her bra. His tongue traces the peak of her nipple, over one breast and then the other. She drags her nails through his hair and grips the strands tight, begging him to never stop kissing her.

In true fashion, he does stop and flashes her a self-satisfied smirk before dropping to his knees. Hauling her closer, he shoves her skirt up, the fabric bunching around her waist. She waits with bated breath, trembling slightly with anticipation, so sure that he won’t bother to tease her now, not when she’s--

“You bastard,” she croaks out when he starts further south than she wants.

That smarmy chuckle of his is somehow deeper than the nightclub’s bass; he ignores her insult and continues tracing wet kisses along the curve of her leg. His beard scratches at her knee as he makes his way up, higher and higher, until he’s so close that the puff of his breath is nearly enough to set her off.

“You’re one to talk,” he says, tilting his chin to let his beard scrape at the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. “If I’d known you weren’t wearing anything under this skirt, we would have been here hours ago.”

She opens her mouth to serve him something snarky right back, but he chooses then to press the flat of his tongue against her and lick a long stripe up her sex. The noise that escapes her isn’t anything close to the English language. With one hand holding her leg up to keep them spread, he uses his other to slide two fingers into her wet heat. The pace he sets is punishing; Sloane barely manages to reach up and grab at the cabinet handles behind her head, holding on for dear life. The warm heat in her belly flows outward into her limbs, burning through her veins; her hips make aborted little thrusts into his mouth as his tongue works her open.

“Oh, god, oh -- god, Ethan!” she cries out. Then his thumb finds her clit and she’s a goner. Her legs snap closed, holding him there as she rides out the wave of her orgasm. Escaping from her hold, he gets to his feet and steps between her splayed legs. He cups her chin and coaxes her up to meet him for a kiss.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs.

Sloane works at his belt buckle, the leather creaking under her grip as she yanks it from the loops and throws it to the ground.

“I don’t think you needed to--”

“Shut up,” she orders, covering her mouth with his. For once, he listens, kissing the fuck out of her while she pops the button on his pants and dips her hand inside his underwear. His breath catches and his head drops to her bare shoulder, his hips thrusting up into her touch. Heady pants sound against her ear, spurring her on.

The hand not splayed against the cabinet above her head disappears between her legs and palms her sex, rubbing circles against her there. “Yes,” she whispers, her voice hoarse, “god, touch me.”

“Do I…” he starts, then stops, choking back a groan as her wrist gives a little twist. “Do we need…?”

Through the thick fog of oxytocin clouding her brain, Sloane catches on to his fumbling attempts. To give him the chance to form a coherent thought, she lets go of his cock, busying her hands by skimming them up his body and underneath the button-down he still wears.

“I presume you got every test in the book before being let back into the country,” she says. “And my IUD is still in working order. And, besides that, I haven’t been with anyone since you.”

He shifts to look down into her eyes. By the primal glaze covering his own, it’s obvious to her that the notion pleases him.

“Not even with the surgeon with the great work ethic and the cute dog?”

Stretching up, she captures his lips with her own -- mostly to shut him up again, having found the technique rather effective.

“Like I told you: no spark. Now, if you can get over your jealous streak and--”

“I’m not jealous,” he protests while still grabbing her knees and tugging her that much closer.

“You so totally are,” she laughs as she wraps her legs around his hips. Her knuckles scrape against the cabinet when he forces her hands up beside her head; she links her fingers through his, holding him there.

“Not anymore.” A wolfish grin spreads across his face before he drives into her.

Any chance of continuing their banter is lost to the heat between them. His hips crash down into hers; her legs quake around his. Their chests heave with every breath, their kisses little more than frenzied brushes as the flare of pleasure grows and grows, burning white-hot under their skin.

Ethan drops one hand to where they’re joined and passes once, then twice over her sensitive bundle of nerves. Her body arches as the delicious, surprising heat of her orgasm courses through her. Unable to withstand the rhythmic clenching of her, he follows, muffling his shout by burying his face against her throat.

“How was that?” he asks once the ability of speech returns. Despite the sweaty mess of each other they’ve made, he nuzzles close, sighing when she wraps her arms around him.

“A house fire.”

Though it defies all laws of medicine and the universe, she can somehow hear the frown of consideration he wears.

“I was thinking forest.”

“Okay,” she concedes. “That works too.”

From somewhere in the dark room comes a buzzing sound. Before she can seriously consider whether or not her orgasm did knock her hearing out-of-whack, Ethan scoops her phone up from the floor.

A stack of missed texts from Kyra fills up her screen:

6:28 pm: come back there’s a hot girl I want you to see

6:28 pm: she’s a sculptor and welds and has tattoos please i’m weak

6:43 pm: where did you gooo

7:02 pm: if you left because of the creepo photographer let me know and I’ll kick his ass

7:04 pm: creepo says he never saw you which i DO NOT believe considering how hot you look tonight

7:39 pm: Lmao nvm

7:39 pm: you are the least subtle person i know but no worries i’ve got your back

7:40 pm: I trust that doctor ramsey can take care of your front ;)

8:24 pm: Devon the hot welder you missed out on meeting is going to help me w paintings and then take me out for a drink. make good choices!! text if you need anything love you

“What are those little pictographs next to her name?”

Sloane glances down at the tiny flexing bicep and pink heart next to Kyra’s name and rolls her eyes.

“This grumpy, outdated persona of yours can only go on for so long, you know. You did grow up during the birth of AOL and AIM. You’re not a Luddite.” She hops down from the counter and taps out a reply to her friend before buttoning up her blouse. “Besides, you know it’s rude to look at people’s messages, right?”

A red flush returns to his cheeks, though he tries to hide it by crossing the room to switch on the light and searching for his belt.

“Well, I had to make sure it wasn’t the pediatric surgeon, offering to take you out again.”

Sloane lets out a snort, her attention on her reflection in the mirror propped up against the back wall. “We both know by now that there’s only one persistent, albeit indecisive and general pain-in-the-ass doctor that has my attention.”

Ethan, having finished putting himself together, approaches her from behind. His hands slip in underneath her hair to fix her collar. She catches his eye in their reflection; he drops a kiss against her temple.

“Come home with me.”

“That would go against all of those parameters you set up,” she reminds him.

“I know. So did this.” If his tone is a little lost, a little unsure, she doesn’t mention it. “Come home with me,” he repeats.

“Okay.”

Author’s notes and what-have-yous:

Hello, and welcome back to the sin bin.

Please no art lectures. Everything in this was either prior knowledge, googled to the best of my ability, or from recalling friends who were art majors in college bitch about said major. The painting of the woman they discuss is based off of Albert von Keller’s Anticipation. (Sloane’s right; she’s hot.)

Also, if anyone can tell me if I used the correct ‘desire’ in Italian, please let me know. I couldn’t find anything that said I should use la brama instead of la voglia, so I used the latter. (special thank you to @uncagedwings for the vocab assist!)

#ethan x mc #ethan ramsey x mc #ethan ramsey #open heart #choices #f: distracted art appreciation #Kaila writes things #this story is like half trashing fictional art and half sex #hope that's somebody's cup of tea

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fangirlyah · 4 years

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✦just an arrangement - Draco Malfoy x Reader (part 2)

summary: the return to the school year with the dark mark is hard enough, but now they must fulfill a more intimate request or they expect a happily ever after with an old death eater.

warnings: cursing and mentions of sex

word count: 2,383

a/n: hey! i think i will do at least 2 more parts to this story but idk so tell me what u think :)

another thing, i imagine y/n with this dress: https://www.pinterest.ph/pin/623185667178835548/?nic_v2=1a1Y1Zk4c but you can imagine her with any dress, suit or whatever you feel most comfortable with

that sunny morning, draco had received a letter from his mother.

my dearest draco,

severus informed us about your relationship with the girl y/l. I am surprised that you didn't tell me sooner, according to your teacher your relationship is now three months old. your father is delighted with the news, so he wants to have you both this weekend to present you as an official couple. y/n's parents will surely inform her about it.

we look forward to seeing you.

much love.

your mother

when he had gone down to the slytherin common room and saw her sitting down, he assumed that she had already received the news.

"magnolia brought my letter too, we are expected this friday for dinner" y/n explained mentioning her beloved owl.

"are you ready?" draco took a seat on an individual sofa in the living room, which was opposite hers.

"i'm not going to lie to you and say yes" this was their first talk like that. it was the first time they spoke from heart to heart about the subject that united them so much, the darkness that surrounded them.

when draco wanted to answer her, some first year children entered the common room and looked at them. they could not continue talking about the subject so y/n got up from her place to continue with their performance.

"see you in the great hall, darling" leaving draco in shock, she placed a kiss on his forehead and went to the exit of the place.

he sat on the couch for what he thought had been hours. still feeling her soft lips on his forehead and her sweet voice calling out a lovely nickname. unknowingly they felt the same, both trying to push out those feelings that fluttered in their stomachs whenever they were near.

that wednesday, the day they received the news, y/n was taken by her mother to hogsmeade in search of a stylish dress. having such intimidating and influential parents had its benefits as being able to leave to hogsmeade just to look for a dress in the middle of a typical morning.

"looking for your little girlfriend, malfoy?!” one of the weasley twins shouted as they watched the blond boy look for his 'girlfriend' in the chaos of the great hall. draco only gave them a determined look, saying that he would only lend them his attention for a few seconds. "her mother came to look for her this morning and she hasn't yet returned"

draco and y/n had spent their mornings apart and lunch was the time where they should make a daily show of affection. they had never reached the point of kissing but they knew that they should do so, in the way not to arouse suspicion.

draco did not want to feel worried but the mention of y/n’s mother made him alert. when he was about to violently ask the twins how they had this information he saw her enter the room with a smile, which he thought was probably fake.

he saw her walk the long way to him greeting many people giving them warm smiles and looks. for a moment he wished he was her and so that people would like him.

"hello, draco” the smile that involuntarily came out on his face was bigger than he would have liked.

she was so close that he smelled her perfume and saw the sparkles in her eyes in the light. without knowing where so much courage came from, draco approached her face with the intention of kissing her lips briefly and giving their audience, that were staring at them, what they wanted. but she discreetly refused his offer of a kiss and allowed his lips to reach her cheek; despite the failed attempt, both blushed and y/n gave him a look that he could not decipher.

"where were you?” his long white hand took hers to sit on the table and start eating lunch, side by side.

"mum took me to buy a dress, according to her your tie will be the same colour"

"aww your first official couple's dinner! i want to see your dress y/n! where do you have it?" astoria was a causeless romantic, so she was always attentive to what they were doing or not.

"it's in my dorm, i'll show it to you later” draco knew that astoria had something up her sleeve, because of the way she looked at y/n and how attentive her movements were; maybe it was jealousy, his parents had informed him that one of his suitors was astoria greengrass and that if he didn't find a girlfriend on his own, she would be an option as a future wife; maybe astoria's parents had already told her that too.

the remaining days to dinner, passed in the blink of an eye. so when they least noticed, y/n was coming down from her dorm knowing that draco was waiting for her in the common room, ready to disparate and head for the malfoy mansion.

he was standing leaning his back on an armchair, his hair perfectly combed and clean with an immaculate suit that made him look mature and handsome. his tie was the exact same colour as the dress that adorned y/n's body.

she came down the stairs with an elegance that she wore in her day to day life even though she was not wearing such fine clothes. when draco saw her his heart turned as he was grateful that he was bringing home such a beautiful companion.

"hello draco" y/n greeted him cordially when she reached his side, he seemed bewitched and although he tried to hide it she noticed and was happy to see that she was not the only one impressed.

he said, "are you ready?" gently his hand approached hers, to take her and travel by magic to his home.

"you don't want to know the answer"

despite being in high shoes, y/n landed on the manor door as if it were nothing. the big black door was not a very cheerful welcome, but both knew they had to enter with the best of faces.

and so they did. draco took the initiative and entangled his arm with y/n’s to start their performance.

as soon as they entered the house a wave of people looked at them; many more than they expected. their parents had told them that the guests would not exceed fifteen people but in front of them were at least thirty wizards and witches.

"well hello to our guests of honor!” bellatrix made her way through the crowd to greet her nephew and the pretty girl who accompanied him.

draco’s nerves were too noticeable so y/n, and her theatrical skills, had to take the lead.

"good night everyone..." there were many pairs of eyes on them, all quietly waiting for the couple to debut the night "you all look very elegant...emm thank you for receiving us on such a beautiful night"

y/n parents were looking at her proudly from the other side of the room. both they and the malfoy were swallowing the farce like a shot of imported whiskey, worshipping the new alliance; their children's relationship guaranteed wealth and power to both families.

"say something, draco" y/n whispered, keeping her eyes and smile up high.

"thank you so much for the great organization and preparation, we appreciate it" with that said, each guest seemed to agree and continued their previous conversation.

they were all adults except blaise zabini and the greengrass sisters. draco thought that seeing people his age would calm his nerves but it did not.

they all exuded airs of wealth and elegance as they spoke and drank such expensive drinks. y/n thought that by collecting all the money from food and drink she could help the weasleys build that new room that molly wanted as a knitting workshop.

draco and y/n moved among the guests, still with their arms intertwined, to meet their parents in front of one of the tables with gourmet snacks that surely had taken the elves hours to make.

"welcome draco and y/n" lucius was the first to speak when he had the teenagers in front of him.

“you two look so beautiful together!” y/m/n watched how their clothes matched and was proud to have insisted y/n to wear that dress.

“we are all amazingly happy for the two of you" it was really striking how well they looked together, side by side pretending to be a couple that they were not.

"may i ask, how did this happen?" a newcomer bellatrix asked them with a questioning look.

the nerves of both of them grew, as they had not organised any pre-dinner stories to tell and leave people satisfied.

"emm...we used to meet a lot in the library and one day draco came over, we started chatting, and that's how we fell in love" draco had to swallow so hard that his throat hurt. her voice had sounded so convincing, that he was overwhelmed to hear that they were in love. he didn't know how y/n had managed to sound so real and at the same time invent on the fly; he didn't know much about her childhood but assumed she had developed that skill at that stage of her life.

"we want to know all the details!" astoria greengrass took y/n’s arm to get her off draco's side faster than light.

people were eating and drinking as if there was no tomorrow, while they were questioning the recent couple who had been separated by the living room for an hour.

in spite of the distances, draco and y/n looked at each other constantly; y/n thought it was to continue their pretense of teenagers enjoying love, but draco could not take his eyes off the girl, with that dress decorating her body as if it had been handmade for her.

y/n had heard questions from how many children they planned to have, when they planned to get married, to whether or not he kissed with his tongue a question she questioned herself

draco, for his part, had been shot with questions from how they had met to whether she was good in bed or not; he had not needed to act angry when he heard the question, he was angry without the need to act.

until his aunt reappeared.

"dear nephew, how has the night been treating you?"

"very well, aunt. how about you?” blaise had quickly disappeared when he saw bellatrix make an appearance; what a pussy, draco thought.

"oh great, i’ve been chatting with y/n for a while ...how did you meet again?"

"emm...in the library a few months ago" he knew that his aunt did not believe that they were a couple. at that time, draco begged merlin to please make y/n appeared at his side and help him with his lack of skills in what pretending in front of death eaters was all about. but she was talking kindly to a woman, who seemed to be watching her so closely that in the muggle world y/n could have been x-rayed. the girl was not easy to read, she pretended so well, that if she was uncomfortable or upset it was difficult for draco to find out. as bellatrix continued to talk to him he wondered if any of her friends could read her to the point of acknowledging her discomfort

"I thought you already knew each other, you know the y/l and the malfoys are families who hang around each other a lot" her voice was analytical as if she was waiting for draco to break character and spit out the truth.

"in the library we really met, just y/n and draco not y/l and malfoy" draco knew that if y/n had heard him at that moment, she would be proud.

"do you plan on having kids?” draco had a moment of lucidity and recognised that it was probably one of the questions his 'girlfriend' had been bombarded with; it was almost impossible that his aunt would been asking him about future children, she hated them. he did not know what y/n’s answer had been, so when he saw her alone he apologised gently and approached her, quickly but without looking desperate.

y/n was pouring some pumpkin juice into her long glass when the blonde appeared beside her.

"you would not know the amount of nonsense i have been asked, people really are gossi-"

"kiss me" he whispered, causing her to leave her glass on the table confused.

"excuse me...what?"

"my aunt is suspicious, do it now"

it was strange, her first kiss was going to be with a boy who pretended to love her. y/n had imagined this moment completely different, but there was no choice.

so when draco took her cheeks and kissed her sweetly as if she could break at any moment she let herself go with it. she rested her hands on his chest and let draco move his lips over hers; he had to erase any doubt that someone at the party might have, not make a scene; so they parted away after a few seconds.

it had definitely not been as y/n expected; because she had loved it and wanted more. but when she saw that draco turned his head in search of some distrustful look, she wanted to run to the guest bedroom and curl up to cry. y/n remembered that it was all a farce, something she had forgotten the instant his lips touched hers.

she didn't know that draco had turned his head so that she wouldn't have seen him blushed. he thought that the tickling on his lips and the bubbles in his belly were visible to her, because they felt so strong that his brain seemed to get dizzy.

"good job" what? good job? what was that? she hadn't finished a herbology essay, why did he say that? draco wanted to punch himself, he had been an idiot.

y/n was about to say something random to avoid awkwardness, but her mother called from afar so that she could introduce herself to some newly arrived adults; and she left, leaving draco with a shy smile that he was too confused to answer.

what did he feel in his stomach?

#draco malfoy #draco x y/n #draco x reader #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy fanfiction #one shots #fanfic #fanfiction #tom felton #harry potter #hogwarts #death eaters #malfoy manor

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sweetcatmintea · 5 years

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A Stranger’s Malice

Hey! It’s Flash Fiction Friday (finished on Saturday because it got late <.<;;) I didn’t see a prompt this week? So it’s time for a stranger and kid update! This had great dialogue until I opened word.. Anyways, I hope you enjoy spending some more time with this weird pair ^u^ Feedback is my life blood appreciated!

Characters: Stranger and Super Ninja Man

Words: 2608

Previous parts: 1, 2, 3, 4

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If I’m being honest, having a week between the kid starting school and my being called to the principal’s office surprised me. I’d have put my money on the third day mark. Turning the ignition off, I take a moment to just sit before I leave the car. Although it was inevitable, my guts writhe. They’ll continue until I find out why exactly I’ve been called in. If I’m lucky, it’s a Strongly Worded discussion about calling my kid Ninja Man. (I convinced him to drop the Super for school.) If not, well, at least I won’t be worrying about dinner tonight. I sigh. Might as well get it over with.

The school is decent. Not too fancy, not too lacking. After Grace started helping, things have smoothed out a lot more. It helps that she has the benefit of experience here. I didn’t expect her to be so on board with all of this. I should’ve called her sooner. Although, it was probably my desperation that invoked her sympathy so maybe not. Making my way down the concrete path winding through the school grounds, I ignore the noises from the classrooms, focusing more on finding the main office again. It’s strangely difficult to resist the urge to detour and poke my head into the kid’s class. Nerdlet that he is, he’s probably enjoying himself. Hopefully. Ugh, what’s up with all this sap lately? It’s just school.

You can imagine my surprise when, after finally finding the dingy little building tucked into the back corner of the grounds, I let myself in and there was the kid. Slouched uncomfortably in a hard, plastic chair, avoiding the receptionist’s gaze. Not that she was looking at him, lost in a cheap novel. He notices me but keeps his head down, avoiding my eyes as well. His sneakers scuff at the linoleum – ugly, as was custom for administrative standards – while he fidgets with whatever his worried fingers can find.

“Whatcha doin out of class?” My voice startles the receptionist out of her book. She tries to greet me, but she can wait. Something’s up. The kid continues to look anywhere but at me. He frowns into his hands, picking at his nails. The new stains on his shirt collar twinge my chest uncomfortably. I don’t let it show.

“’m in trouble.”

Well. This is interesting. “Out with it then. What you do?” The receptionist is still trying to get my attention. I wave her off, she can go back to her book. I want to hear it from him first.

He huffs. “Jimmy’s an idiot. He kept picking on me and calling me names to I made him stop.”

“You’re gonna have to give me more than that. Means squat to me without details.”

He huffs again. There’s no remorse in his scowl, just frustration. His tail twitches as a deep flush crawls over his skin. I doubt it’s me, personally, that’s burning him up, but there is definitely something there. I put my hand on his shoulder.

“Take your time. I want to understand.”

He nods and takes a deep breathe. Trying again, he manages to organise his thoughts well enough to voice them. “Jimmy is in the year above me. He keeps calling me lizard breath and skink brain and I told him to stop because I don’t like it, but he just did it more and then he got Luke and stupid Ben-ja-min to do it. They’re in my class. And they’re the Worst. The keep stealing my pencils and telling the teacher I threw them at them! I didn’t though! My aim’s not even that good! And then Ms. Jacobs made me move all the way to the front and switch with Stacy so I was in front of stupid Benjamin but every time she wasn’t looking, he tried to stamp on my tail.”

He pauses to catch his breathe. I wait for him to continue. There’s more there, obviously, and I don’t want to break his flow.

“And then today, I went to eat my lunch and I was looking forward to it because you said there was a surprise for me but they stole it and filled my lunch box with worms. All the girls freaked out even though it was just worms and when I tried to tell the break teacher, he told me to stop upsetting everyone! It wasn’t even me! So I didn’t have any lunch and I went to play with Georgie, they’re cool, I like them, but when we were playing, Jimmy kicked a ball right at my face. He did it on purpose too, even though he told the teacher it was an accident. He looked right at me! So I got really reeaalllyy mad.”

He’s not the only one. The dried blood crusting his upper lip makes me feel a certain kind of way. It’s not pretty. It takes all of my self-control to mask how much my fists are shaking. “What did you do?”

I almost don’t catch his mumbled response. “I threw a beehive at him…”

Don’t laugh. “You threw a beehive at him?”

“Yeah… Then he got chased by bees… And then he ran into the door because the bees were chasing him… He went home early…”

Through some miracle, I stifle my chuckles. I’m giddy with anger, it’s hard to maintain my tone. “Did you get stung?”

“No. I was quick.” He mimes the act, tossing an imaginary hive into the air in front of him.

“Alright. We’ll talk about this properly when we get home. We’ll fix your face up too. Do you feel dizzy at all? No? Good. If you start to feel sick, let me know the instant. It doesn’t matter if you interrupt me. Okay? I’ve got to talk to your principal now. Thank you for telling me what happened.”

The receptionist is all smiles now. Probably my murderous face. Her complacency commits her to the crimes. They should have called my much earlier. Not bothering with an announcement, I barge right into the office.

Principal Hobs has his head buried in his work, pouring over several files on his expensive looking desk. I wonder if he knows it’s a cheap replica. By the way it’s lovingly polished to near perfection, I’d wager no. Apparently, I’m not the only one without manners. He stuffs around, fiddling with more papers, medical reports by the look of it, waving me in with a lazy hand. Like he’s to Busy and Important for the likes of me and my Rowdy, Trouble-Making kid. Doesn’t matter to me. I’ve never been particularly moved by his acts. I drop into the arm chair, more armature than filling of course, slinging my arm over the back and reclining into it. Head tilted and brow cocked, I wait for him to face me. I’m looking forward to the expression.

He finally decides I’m worth his time. “I’m sure Louise has caught you u-” He jolts, cool demeanour melting right to the floor. “What are you doing here?”

I smile. Charming as a shrike. “Hi Ratface. It’s been a while, huh?”

He flounders, fumbling through his notes. The window light catches the shine of his receding hairline. Although we’re older, he’s hardly changed at all. I suppose I haven’t much either, just becoming more proficient in my… hobbies. His eyes dart from his notes to me like ping pong balls. He must’ve missed me. How sweet. Clamping onto a file like it’s a raft, he clears his throat, trying to regain composure. “I, erm, we are both adults now. I’m the principal. You will address me with the respect afforded to an individual of my stature.”

“Sure thing, Ratface. Try to move it along. I’m a very busy person.”

He stutters out a response, sitting straighter in his chair. Like the desk, it’s a cheap replica of a nice model. “Y-yes – I mean, urhum, I called you here to discuss the discipline of your son. He is your son? The Tainted boy?”

He’s acting like the kid suddenly appeared and started school midway through the year. Where does he get these silly ideas from?

“My very own flesh and blood. The product of one of my, many, sordid rendezvous over the years. Why? Want all of the juicy details? Haha that’s right up your alley, isn’t it?”

His face glows red. Huh. It is his thing. Judging by the oh-so-subtle glance at the door, it may just be Louise’s thing as well. He changes the topic quickly.

“Are you aware that John attacked another student today? Poor Jimmy Dorrson suffered several injuries thanks to your offspring. That kind of behaviour will not be tolerated in my school.”

I lean in, resting my elbows on his shiny desk. He leans back despite himself. I catch the malice of my eyes reflected in his glasses. “Now there’s a whole lot to unpack here, isn’t there. Let’s start simple. What in god’s name did you just call him?”

“W-w-well, I- uh- I called him John. I-”

“That’s not his name.”

“You, well, you can’t very well expect me-me to call him “Ninja Man” It’-”

“It’s his name. That’s what the kid wants to be called.”

“But-”

“But nothing. You will refer to him by name. But let’s move on, shall we. Would you like to explain to me why, exactly, you called me in here to talk about Jimmy whats-his-face but conveniently failed to tell me that my kid was hurt?”

“Jimmy was attacked! It took priority!”

“Oh yes, poor, poor Jimmy. He’s lucky he’s not here right now. I have some words for him as well.”

“W-what are you implying here? It was a simple case of boys will be boys.” He flinched at my deepening venom. “I, you know, I never pictured you as the over protective type.”

“I’m not. I’m his parent. Boys will be boys? Don’t give me that garbage. I know my kid. I know what kind of people schools breed. Did you bother asking him what happened? Did you listen when he told you how the gutless trio provoked him? No? Did you even Consider the root of his “disruptive behaviour”? Of course you didn’t. That would be too inconvenient for your busy, busy self. God forbid you Teach these kids anything.”

Hobs is gaping like a dying fish. His mouth opens and closes but nothing comes out. He can’t play this off as nothing. Not with me. “You know how it is! You know better than anyone how kids can be. Yours, he’s, he’s different. Bullying was inevitable. What do you want from me?”

“I want you to deal with the situation.”

“But, he’s Tainted!” He growls the words. “I can’t stop what happens. It’s just how things work!”

“What happened to your ‘zero tolerance policy’?” I don’t let him defend himself. “Things are going to change here. Unless you want me to call up some of my friends – you remember Todd, right? Of course you do. You two go way back – and make some things, disappear, as it were – you have taken out life insurance, right? It’d be such a shame if your lovely wife was left high and dry if something were to happen to you – you’re going to make some changes. This school is about to become extremely progressive, isn’t it?”

“What do you…”

“Disappearing not good enough? I can make things appear too. Your wife might deal with you herself if evidence happened to come to light about why you really stay late.”

“You don’t have any proof of that!”

“Oh, but I do. You think I wouldn’t come prepared? That I accidentally enrolled my son in your school? Please. I own the shadows Ratface. You can’t hide in them.”

“Are you threatening me!?” And the last horse crosses the line.

I slam my hands on the desk, leaning over him with an alligator grin. He shrinks back into his cheap chair. “Oh, dear, sweet Ratface. Of course not. I’d never threaten you. I’m making a promise. If my kid ever comes home with so much as a sniffle again, I will make your life miserable in ways you can’t ever imagine. Are you clear?” I think he’s going to pass out. His face is another shade of pale entirely.

“Y-yes. I understand.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I-Implement anti-bullying policy changes.”

“That?”

“Uh,, that are meaningful and not superficial.”

“Good.” I ease off him, leaving him to crumple into himself while I collect the kid and leave. Theatrics are tiring.

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A comfortable silence builds as we drive home. The kid seems less upset which is good. A bruise is beginning to form across his nose. I’ll have to take care of that. He pokes my arm.

“Do you really know all of Principal Hobs’ secrets?”

I give him a side-eyed look. He pretends he doesn’t notice. Eavesdropper. “No. I don’t. I just made a few lucky guesses. I know the kind of person his is.”

“Hmmm. He seemed real scared of you.”

“Yeah…” I scratch my neck. “I was a little mean to him in school.”

“Were you a bully?”

“Yeah. I guess you could say that. I never touched him personally, but I did point him out to my friends. They liked to torment weaker kids.”

“How come? Did he deserve it?”

How to explain? I’m not exactly proud of what we did but with him, it’s hard to find sympathy. “My friends like to pick on people. I think it made them feel strong. It didn’t matter of they deserved it or not.” He looks more than a little disheartened. “But with your principal, I saw him pulling wings off of flies. He liked to pick on weaker things too. I pointed him out to my friends because of that.”

“Because of the flies? Did you ever tell him that?”

“No. I figured, he didn’t tell the flies why he bullied them so why tell him why he was being picked on?” I sigh. “Really, I shouldn’t have done that. I should have just confronted him about it. No matter the excuse, it’s never okay to hurt people.” I glance at him again. “If you’re ever picked on, tell me. I can’t help unless I know what’s going on.”

“Okay.” He nodded. That was easy. Did he not realise he could talk to me? Hopefully things will change so he won’t have to.

We pull up to the gate but neither moves to get out. I switch the ignition of.

“Am I in trouble?” He looks worried.

“Do you think you should be?”

“Yeah, kinda? I did get Jimmy hurt… But he deserved it. If he left me alone when I asked him to, I wouldn’t have had to do it.”

That was a whole issue in itself. A messy one. “Look, we’re gonna have to have an ice cream talk about Jimmy, but not today. I reckon you’ve had a big enough day as it is. I’m not going to get mad at you for self-defence. The last thing I want to see is you getting hurt. Especially if you’re holding back because of manners or whatever. However, starting tomorrow, we’re digging out a new garden. You’re going to grow native flowers to make it up to the bees. They didn’t ask to get in the middle of your fight, or for you to break their home. I’ll help you, but this will be you taking responsibility for your actions. Does that sound fair?”

“Yeah. I am sorry about that bit.”

“Good. Let’s go in.”

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Hmm, does the stranger feel out of character here? I’m not sure if their character is loosening up or if I’m going off model..

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diinofayce · 6 years

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Compound Interest (3/3)

READER REQUEST

@nowayitzaarya asked “Can u do a fanfic with Bucky and Reader meeting at the Tower and they start to hate each other but gradually fall in love? And Bucky proceeds to ask reader to go on a motorcycle ride with him in the city with lots of lights?” So I’m going to do this in two (maybe three) parts because I think that’s how much my brain needs for this.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader | Word Count: 3014 | Warnings: fluff. pure fucking fluff.

You woke the morning after your spar with Bucky confused on how you had gotten to your bed and how it seemed to suddenly be the next day. You turned and propped yourself up on your forearms, grunting in pain and plopping back down into your pillows. Letting out a frustrated huff of air you closed your eyes and slowly fought through the drug addled fog to replay yesterday memories. You lifted your arms over you and took a hard look at them, the purple and green splotches mottling your skin, small capillaries burst in angry red spiderwebs in some of the more condensed bruising around the point of impact. Groaning in exertion as you used your core muscles to sit yourself upright without the use of your arms, only having to kick your legs a little for momentum, you managed to get yourself upright and looking around your room. A bright burst of color on you bed side table caught your eyes and you smiled softly at the red, white, and blue daisies sitting in a cup of water next to your braces. There was a note under the flowers and you slid to the head of your bed so you could read it.

“If you need help getting the braces on have FRIDAY call me. I put your pain medication in your bathroom if you need it. I put your ‘Steve Flowers’ in water like you demanded, rude by the way, to name flowers a man got you after someone else.

X Bucky”

You read the note over twice more, brows furrowed, before looking back up at the flowers and frowning then looking at the little ‘x’ in his signature and frowning deeper. Well, they were red white and blue, you could understand how your drug addled brain would name them after Steve. What you couldn’t wrap your head around why Bucky brought you flowers in the first place, he had never felt bad about kicking you to next Sunday in the sparring ring before. You reached out and picked up a brace and slid it on, hissing in pain as the metal inserts pressed against your bruised flesh. You smiled softly at the note and would have to remember to thank Bucky when you saw him next. In the mean time it was all about not going crazy for two weeks while you were stuck in these braces.

You made your way into the kitchen, following the smells of brewed coffee and cooking bacon with rapt attention. Your heart stopped dead at the sight of Bucky in a black tank top and gray sweatpants hung low on his hips, his hair tied half up in a knot on the top of his head. He looked up at the sound of your footsteps and smiled softly, his blue eyes crinkling in the corners.

“Mornin’, doll. I made sure to leave you coffee,” Bucky greeted, nodding his head to the new coffee maker that he must have installed. “I also made sure that only the sugar was left out for you.”

You let out a sarcastic bark of laughter and rolled your eyes as you came back to your senses and walked passed him to the coffee counter. Struggling a little with your bracers you swore softly, almost dropping a mug. A sudden heat on your back made you freeze as the smell of Bucky’s cologne washed over you as he reached around you to pour the mug of coffee for you, adding in two tea spoons of sugar like you liked.

“Um, thanks,” you whispered softly as you grasped the mug with both hands. “And thanks for the flowers. They’re really pretty.” The warmth of his body left your back as he returned to the bacon on the stove, transferring it onto a plate and turning the heat down before cracking a few eggs into the bacon greased pan.

“Of course,” Bucky answered. He poked at the eggs gently with his spatula before casting you a sideways look. He noticed you peeking around him at the plate of bacon and he smirked, grabbing a piece and holding it out to you. You looked at him reproachfully for a second before opening your mouth and letting him set the slice of bacon on your tongue.

Bucky tried to keep a straight face and stayed focused on the eggs as you tried to eat your slice of bacon with a little bit of grace. The reminder that he was the reason you were temporarily handicapped ringing in the front of his mind. He still thought you were gorgeous, even fresh rolled out of bed. Your hair was tousled and tangled, obviously trying to brush had gone by the wayside and you were still in the oversized sleep shirt and pajama pants he had asked Nat to help you into last night. He hadn’t been surprised that you didn’t call for his assistance, but he was admittedly a little disappointed. Bucky wanted to help, to make up for him being such an ass.

“Hey, so. Um. Do you like music?” Bucky asked suddenly, feeling heat creep up the back of his neck and flush his ears with embarrassment.

You raised an eyebrow at him and set your coffee down so you could actually eat your slice of bacon like a normal person. “I mean. What kind of question is that? Yes, Bucky, I like music.”

“Good. Because, well, there’s this outdoor concert I wanted to check out tonight. Steve said he had things to do and I really don’t want to ask Sam. Clint’s deaf and I don’t think I’ve even gained clearance to Tony’s labs yet. So, um. Do you want to go with me?” Bucky asked very rushed.

You blinked at him a few times, replaying his ramble in your head once more trying to piece it out. “So you want me as a last resort date?” You asked slowly seeking clarification.

“No, I want Sam as a last resort date. I’m asking you to save me from that,” Bucky asked gaining a little bit of his swagger back at the lack of your immediate refusal.

You blinked again and licked your lips, trying to mask the confusion on your face but you could feel you were failing. “What about that Marie girl you’re seeing?” You ask, trying not to sound too obvious. You both didn’t want Bucky to know that you knew so much about his personal life, but also wanted him to think that you cared just enough.

Bucky shook his head, flipping the eggs over without breaking the yolks that were still runny in the middle. “Were seeing,” he corrected. “She liked the superhero part, but didn’t really care for the baggage that came with it.” He didn’t want to tell you the real reason. That every time he talked with Marie he wished he was talking with you instead.

You nod in understanding. “And that is why I don’t date civilians. Yeah, okay, I could do with a concert. Wouldn’t want to torture you with having to go with Sam.”

Bucky smiled happily and tipped the eggs onto two plates, setting one down in front of you. “I appreciate that. Show starts at eight.”

~*~

You got a text from Bucky at seven to meet him in the garage in fifteen minutes. You had been clumsily trying to curl your hair for the last hour, eventually giving up and pulling the braces off to do it since no one was there to yell at you about it. Your forearms were sore and tender so you took a couple of Advil in anticipation of being crammed against a bunch of bodies like all the other concerts you’ve been too. Sliding your bracers back on while wincing and letting out a soft hiss of pain, you finish by slipping on a pair of white Converses and checking in the mirror that you looked okay. Bucky didn’t tell you what concert he was taking you to so you opted for a pair of dark jeans, a dove gray tank top, and a red leather motorcycle jacket. You often saw Bucky in leather and thought going with the jacket might make you seem a little more appealing, plus the sleeves had zippers which let your braces fit easier.

Checking the time on your phone you bounded out of your room and down to the garage in the compound. You found Bucky in light blue jeans, a black shirt, and black motorcycle jacket leaning against his Harley Davidson. He was twirling a helmet in one hand while looking at something on his phone with his other. He looked up through his dark brown locks when he heard the door open and smiled when he saw you.

“I was just about to text you to bring a jacket,” He said and holding the helmet out for you. “I know you know how to ride, but since I broke you I was hoping you wouldn’t mind playing passenger. It’s way too nice out to take a car.”

You cast Bucky a playful smirk and took the helmet from him. “Okay, but if you’re going to force me to wreck my hair you’re going to have to do the same.”

Bucky groaned and jutted his bottom lip out slightly, but when you raised your eyebrows he let out a huff and grabbed Steve’s helmet from his bike next to them and put it on. Swinging his leg over the side of the bike, you bit your bottom lip at how his jeans tightened around his thick thighs and tried not to groan in appreciation at his ass as he pushed the bike backwards so you could hop on behind him. Tying your hair back loosely you slid the helmet on and hopped on behind Bucky, your hands resting on his shoulders to help you get situated before ghosting down his broad back to rest on his hips. Bucky pushed a button on the side of his helmet and you copied.

“You good back there?” Bucky asked, his voice coming from a small speaker in your helmet.

“All set,” you said, wiggling slightly in excitement. You heard Bucky’s chuckle in your ear as your movements forced him to replant his feet on the ground to steady the both of you.

He kicked the bike to life and revved it a few times to let it warm up before accelerating you both forward into the late evening. You always loved the compound grounds, the long road that twisted through the trees just out of the city bounds. Your favourite part was always when the tree line broke and suddenly you were on the bridge back into New York city proper, when the soft wilderness gave way to the concrete jungle of city lights. As Bucky opened the bike up on the clear road you hugged yourself tighter to his back, resting your chin as best as you could on his shoulder. The mixed sensations of the vibrating bike against your core and the heat of Bucky’s back pressed into your chest were making you light headed and you tried to focus on the lights of the city. The sun was lost behind all the buildings and the street lamps were all lit up, apartment lights glowed as people settled in for family dinners, and lights lit up the marquee business fronts.

Bucky took a sharp left that had you gripping him a little tighter. “Sorry, almost missed the turn,” Bucky said and you softly clunked your helmet into his in acknowledgment, forgetting in your rapture of the experience that you could talk to him and he’d hear you just fine. You loved driving your own bike, you had done it so often that you forgot what it felt like to not have to focus on the road and other cars around you and just enjoy the experience of the wind rushing past you.

The two of you zipped back out the other side of the city, Bucky wound the bike up and then let her go, winding through the cars with acute precision. You squealed in delight at the acceleration and straightened up a little to look back behind you.

“Where is the concert?” You ask, not sure where he was driving you.

“We’ll be there shortly,” Bucky responded and turned onto a side road. The trees were back, but you could still see the reflection of the city lights on the back of Bucky’s helmet. The road went up a hill and Bucky pulled off to the side, carefully and slowly driving through the grass and trees. You sat back away from him, the slight chill of the night making you shiver as you look around more. You could hear music over the rumble of the bike but it still seemed a ways off.

Bucky slowed to a stop and put his feet on the ground, turning the bike off and holding steady so you could disembark. Bucky got off the bike and pulled his helmet off, taking yours from you as well and hanging them on the handlebars. Opening the side box he pulled out a blanket and a six pack of beer and led you over to the crest of the hill. Looking down you could see a stage and swarms of people, the music just loud enough to be heard but not obnoxious. Bucky laid the blanket out of the grass and sat down, patting the spot next to him. You sat down and he handed you an opened beer.

“So I can see why you didn’t want to bring Sam,” you laugh and take a sip of your beer.

Bucky looked at you, the city lights behind the two of you illuminating his face. “Yeah, well, a guy like Sam you need to wine and dine. This is a little too rustic for a guy like him.” Bucky laughed jovially.

You tilted your head to the side and really took him in. You never denied that Bucky was handsome, but his tendency to give you such a hard time overlapped any desire you had for him. But the last couple days, he’d shown you a whole different side of himself. You couldn’t remember ever seeing Bucky without the harsh lines creasing his forehead and the dark bags under his eyes, but now sitting here in the late evening surrounded by the soft rock music from below the hill and covered in the glow from the city in the background he seemed so happy and at peace.

Your face broke out in a wide grin and you chuckled softly before turning your attention to the band below. “They’re pretty good,” you comment absently, taking another drink of your beer.

Bucky hummed in agreement, his eyes never leaving your face. He watched as the wind lifted your hair up around your face and flutter around your shoulders, accentuating the long curve from your jaw to your neck to the swell of your breasts pushed up under your tank top. He tore his eyes away from the small goosebumps that were smattered across them and back up to your face. The slope of your nose to the curve of your lips to the soft lilt of your chin. Everything about you was soft and curved and perfect and he couldn’t remember what about you had made him so irritated for so long.

You must have felt him staring and when you turned to lock your eyes with his he felt his heart stop. Oh yeah, that’s what annoyed him so much. The way he felt like you could see through all his walls, the way you made it obvious that all of his bravado and falsehoods were the act they were. It took the breath from his lungs and made him feel light headed. You looked at him and smiled brightly and it made his chest constrict again.

“You okay, Bucky?” you ask with a giggle. “You’re freaking me out, starin’ like that.”

“You’re beautiful, Y/N,” Bucky responded, his voice barely a whisper. But you heard and it made you pause, a soft blush caressing your cheeks.

“Yeah?” you ask with trepidation.

Bucky’s tongue flicks out to wet his lips. “Yeah,” he reassured reaching out and wrapping his flesh hand around the back of your neck before pulling your mouth to his. He kissed you hard and with a frantic desperation that made you squeak, your hand flew up to the arm that was holding onto your head and squeezed it gently. Bucky pulled back quickly, sensing your surprise and confusion.

“I’m sorry,” Bucky huffed out quickly, he retracted his arm but you caught his hand entwining your fingers with his.

“I’m confused,” you admitted. “But not upset.” Your lips were still tingling from his, you flicked your tongue out over them to taste what remained of him on your skin, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you looked at him with hopes for an explanation.

Bucky opened and closed his mouth a few times before focusing on your linked hands, bringing his vibranium fingers over to lightly trace at your knuckles. Your hand was so little in his and yet it fit so perfectly that he couldn’t imagine a time where he wasn’t holding your hand.

“Okay, yeah,” Bucky started unsure how to explain everything he was feeling. He thought back to Natasha’s commentary in the training room and decided to go with that. “So, you know how…like kids…on the playground pick on each other because they like each other?”

You raised an eyebrow and blinked at him slowly. “James Barnes, are you telling me you’ve been pulling my hair because you like me?” you teased gently.

“Subconsciously?” Bucky said it more like a question, wincing slightly.

You threw your head back with laughter and reached out with your free hand to gently stroke the scruff along Bucky’s jaw. “You’re an idiot,” you whisper, pulling him into you and capturing his mouth with yours.

The two of you spent the rest of the evening making out slowly, exchanging giggles and whispers against the background of music and city lights.

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writeturnlove · 6 years

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The New Guy - Chapter 2

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Part 2 of ?

Summary: Reader is assigned by the boss to train the newly hired account manager to the team - Sebastian Stan. She is reluctant to work with a new partner, but she feels up to the task…until she meets the handsome stranger and things get complicated.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, anxiety, insecurity.

Chapter 2

Sebastian walked quietly toward your office on a late Friday afternoon. He still didn’t know what to say to you once he got there. He watched as you bit your bottom lip and stared intently at your computer screen. Your dark hair was pulled away from your beautiful face, secured in a neat ponytail. You were wearing red, which was his favorite color on you because it seemed to make your skin glow, especially in the sun that was setting just outside your window. To him, you looked gorgeous in any color, but red just took it to another level.

He’d grown more comfortable being around you over the past several weeks, but when he caught a glimpse of you each morning, he momentarily forgot how to speak. He often covered up his nervousness with smiles, and then he diverted the conversation back to business because he knew flirting with you would be a bad idea. You worked together. It would be inappropriate.

Of course most of his thoughts about you were inappropriate. He imagined all the things he could do to you on your desk, in your office chair, on the conference room table, etc. He swallowed hard and scanned the rest of the office. He witnessed Mia turning off the equipment and preparing to leave for the evening. When she passed him standing near your door, she gave him nudge and motioned for him to enter your office.

Sebastian liked Mia, which was why he gave her his friend Anthony’s phone number earlier that day. He knew Mia and Anthony would hit it off. They were both outgoing and funny people. They would have a ball together. She would be a good addition to his circle of friends.

But Mia wasn’t his type.

His type was the woman sitting at the desk 15-feet from him wearing a long red dress on “Casual Friday.” His type had lovely eyes and the sweetest smile he’d ever seen in real life. His type was smart, beautiful, and kind. The truth was: you were his type.

Sebastian did his best to fight his growing attraction to you because office romances were often fraught with complications, nevertheless he felt this powerful pull whenever you were around and he couldn’t control himself. He always found a reason to spend time in your office, and he sometimes called you into his to discuss something that could easily have been settled via email. He purposely left his phone, notebook, or coffee mug on your office, just to have an extra reason to see you throughout the day.

He enjoyed the patience you showed him as you taught him how to navigate the company software. Although Mr. Laughlin explained some things the week before you returned from vacation, Sebastian pretended to need your additional guidance just so he could sit next to you. He knew it wasn’t good to start any relationship off with a little lie, but he needed to be near you; even if he only got to do it for eight hours a day.

Sebastian wanted to know you better, but the only time you spent together took place in the office. So on Friday evening, standing outside of your office door, he planned on changing that.

&*****&

You spent all day calming down a frantic human resources manager worried about a contract that started the following Monday. After rallying the staff to ensure the situation was handled, you put your head down on your desk and sighed. You looked up at the clock. The time read 6:13 p.m. The office was closed.

You thought you were alone.

You were wrong.

“Hey,” his deep voice sounded.

Sebastian stood at your door wearing a light gray shirt and blue jeans. You looked up at him, released your ponytail, and ran your fingers through your hair. You’d known him long enough to not care if he saw you appearing a bit disheveled.

“Hi,” you said.

“You look -” he began to state.

“Tired, I know,” you interrupted him as you sat back in your chair.

“Pretty,” Sebastian said.

“Yeah, I know I’m looking pretty tired,” you responded. You stood up and smoothed out your long red V-neck dress. “Casual Friday” be damned. Jeans weren’t nearly as comfortable as your dress. You leaned over and logged out of your computer and then retrieved your purse from the shelf behind you.

“I said you look pretty…not tired,” he added, walking into the room.

“It’s just been a long day, Sebastian,” you told him. The sound of his name on your lips gave you more comfort than you were ready to acknowledge.

“You know: you seem to be good at everything except taking a compliment,” Sebastian pointed out.

You looked down at your feet and bit your lip because he always found a way to make you nervous. You weren’t sure when you’d get used to someone so handsome being on your presence on an almost daily basis. You tended to ignore his polite flirting because you knew he was just being nice and while you weren’t as insecure as you once were, you still had a hard time believing he could actually interested in you romantically.

“I’m sorry,” you told him.

Sebastian walked up to you and lifted your chin so that you looked into his eyes.

“I don’t need an apology. Just give me a ‘thank you’ every now and then so that I know you believe it,” he noted.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

He smiled.

“That ‘thank you’ was kind of weak, but I’ll take it since I know you’re exhausted,” he stated.

“I am,” you informed him, “I’m going to order some food, pick it up on the way home, and relax for the rest of this evening.”

After you locked up the office, Sebastian walked you to your car. It’s something he had done since the day you started working together. As he opened your car door, you placed your hand on top of his, as usual, and thanked him for being such a gentleman.

“Look, it’s late. You’re tired and hungry. Why don’t you let me take you out to eat and then I’ll drive you home. We can pick up your car tomorrow,” he suggested.

You almost refused his offer until your stomach growled loudly, forcing a laugh from both of you.

“I appreciate it, but I can’t ask you buy me dinner and drive me home,” you stated.

Sebastian brushed his hand against your cheek; a gesture that seemed to surprise both of you. You gazed up at him and tried not to think about what his lips would feel like against yours. You failed, but at least you tried.

“You didn’t ask,” he said, “I offered.”

You turned toward your car and decided you really didn’t feel like driving for the rest of the night.

“You’re certain it wouldn’t be too much: feeding me and then taking me home. I live on Lakewood Avenue,” you explained, worried that the distance to your house would be a burden.

“Let’s see, that puts you about one mile from my place,” Sebastian told you.

Shocked at how close you lived to him, you and your empty stomach agreed.

You slid into his Lexus and he took you to an Italian restaurant nearby. The parking lot was beginning to fill up with other Friday night diners, but Sebastian was able to find a decent space. You crossed the parking lot and he placed his right arm around your shoulders. The two of you walked through the front doors and he gave the hostess his name. Your 10-minute wait flew by as you chatted about the foods you loved and what you might order.

Once you were seated in a booth, your food and drink orders were taken and you started to get to know one another. Sebastian said he didn’t want to stay in New York because it was too crowded. He also wanted to make a name for himself apart from living so close to his overbearing parents. You told him about your family, that you were an only child, and that you wanted to run your own employment agency someday.

As the two of you finished your meals, you spotted a familiar face in your peripheral vision. You didn’t want to look, but curiosity got the best of you. Then you saw him: your ex-boyfriend, Daniel Carter. Although you had gotten over him, you still hated to be reminded of how your relationship ended; with him telling you he didn’t want a serious relationship and with you walking out of his apartment. You later learned he married someone five months after your breakup.

A part of you prayed he wouldn’t notice you, but he did.

You took a drink of your soda and regretted that it wasn’t spiked with some form of hard liquor as you watched Daniel approach.

Sebastian saw your expression turn serious.

“Who is that?” he asked.

“It’s my ex,” you told him, taking another drink and carefully studying the pattern on your paper napkin.

“Are you going to be okay?” he asked, concerned.

“I’m fine,” you told him, “I’m just too mentally tired to deal with it.”

You saw the wheels spinning in Sebastian’s head as he thought of a way to help you out of your imminent discomfort. His eyes twinkled with a bit of mischief.

“Do you want me to pretend I’m your boyfriend?” Sebastian suggested.

You shook your head.

“He wouldn’t believe it, and I don’t care enough to make him jealous,” you insisted.

You turned to face Daniel as he approached.

“Hi (y/n),” Daniel said, “It’s good seeing you.”

“Good to see you,” you lied. You glanced at Sebastian, who looked jealous, or like he was pretending to be jealous.

“I’m Sebastian,” he said as he stood up to greet your ex-boyfriend.

Daniel looked at Sebastian and held out his hand. Sebastian took it, shaking it firmly before sitting back down, this time situating himself several inches closer to you in the small u-shaped booth.

“How’ve you been? I haven’t seen you in forever. How are your parents?” Daniel asked.

“We’re all fine,” you told him, “I’ve just been busy with work among other things. Hope you’re doing well.”

Daniel looked between you and Sebastian.

“I am. I am. We’re looking at houses right now. The apartment’s too crowded with the baby coming,” Daniel said.

“Congratulations,” you said, giving him a genuine smile. Yep. You really were over him and it felt pretty good.

Daniel stood at the table for another uncomfortable few seconds before bidding you goodbye and heading back to the bar.

Once the check came, Sebastian paid it, leaving a generous tip for the waiter. He asked you to wait at the foyer of the restaurant while he went to the Men’s room.

As you stared out the window, you were startled by Daniel’s voice.

“He’s lucky,” Daniel stated as he walked toward you with an amber-colored drink in his hand.

“Who?” you asked, not knowing at all what he meant.

“Your boyfriend, Sebastian,” Daniel pointed out, “Tell him not to be dumb enough to let you go.”

Shocked that he would assume you and Sebastian were dating, you tried to straighten him out with a quick explanation.

“Sebastian is a friend and a co-worker. He’s not my boyfriend,” you stated firmly, straightening your spine. You saw Sebastian exit the restroom and head in your direction.

Daniel looked behind him and saw Sebastian coming his way.

“Well, maybe not yet. Like I said, if he’s smart, he won’t let you go,” Daniel repeated.

You simply nodded in agreement, but something in his statement made your eyes tear up unexpectedly. You heart filled with an emotion you couldn’t decipher. You wanted to run. You needed to leave. Without waiting for Sebastian to reach your spot by the doors, you walked outside as quickly as possible. You rested your hands against the railing on the ramp outside the restaurant. Tears began to fall and you didn’t know why.

You tried to think of a reason and finally recognized that all this time you believed you didn’t deserve to be loved. And after all this time, Daniel finally realized you did. The revelation both broke your heart and gave you hope that maybe someday you wouldn’t just be part of someone’s journey. You’d be their destination.

Lost in thought, you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around you. You jumped, but somehow you knew Sebastian was the one holding you. His cologne gave him away. You placed your hand on top of his forearm and patted it.

You turned to face him without realizing that you hadn’t yet wiped away all of your tears. Sebastian’s eyes widened when he looked at you. Worry set in on his handsome face, then anger soon followed.

“What’d the bastard say to you?” he asked as he wiped away the remaining tears with his thumbs.

�� You shook your head but still found it hard to speak. You didn’t know how to explain it to him nor did you feel like he knew you well enough to fully understand. You hated him seeing you like that: raw, vulnerable, and emotional.

Still, Sebastian looked ready to walk back into the restaurant and get himself arrested for kicking your ex’s ass. You had to think quickly. As he turned to walk back up the ramp and through the glass doors, you grabbed his left hand and entwined your fingers with his. At the same time, you reached up and touched his right cheek, turning his face toward you.

“Sebastian, don’t!” you pleaded, looking up at him in desperation.

He glanced at the door, then back at you, trying to decide whether or not to barge back into the restaurant anyway. You held onto him tighter. He saw your joined hands and his expression softened. He looked into your eyes and waited.

“He didn’t say anything bad. Really. He just said something that made me think about a few things,” you insisted, “Honey, I’m fine. Just take me home. Please.”

A few silent seconds passed between the two of you but it felt like minutes as you stared at one another. Sebastian continued to hold your hand as he walked you to the passenger side of his car.

As you drove back to your apartment, you stared out of the window with your hands in your lap. You fidgeted with the strap on your purse, but you didn’t say anything. Sebastian stayed quiet until the first traffic light brought the car to a stop.

A tiny smile pulled at his lips before he said something that he appeared to have been holding in for several minutes.

“Do you realize that you called me ‘honey’ and held my hand back there?” he asked, his smile turning into a smirk.

Your heart raced. You didn’t realize you called him that, along with holding his hand and touching the man’s cheek. Such intimate contact probably shouldn’t happen between two people that worked together. Normally, you wouldn’t even consider being so touchy-feely with someone so gorgeous. You wouldn’t even flirt with someone like him. Your mind raced as you thought of ways to do damage control and salvage this new friendship.

“I’m – uh. I’m sorry about that,” you stuttered, “The thing is I’ve always been an affectionate person, so when I’m friends with someone, when I care about them, I end up touching them, hugging them, even cuddling with them. Of course almost all of my friends are women, and they don’t mind. I’m really sorry if that bothered you or offended you. I know it’s not appropriate. I promise: I am keeping my hands and my ‘honeys’ to myself from now on.”

You relaxed after releasing that insecure stream of word vomit. Sebastian glanced to the right side of the car and parked in a space along the street. He turned to face you.

“(Y/N), please look at me,” he said softly.

Reluctantly, you did as he requested. He lightly stroked your cheek as he spoke.

“For the record, you have my permission to touch me, hug me, cuddle with me, and even call me ‘honey’ if you want,” he whispered.

You blush, though you don’t think he noticed due to the color of your skin and the time of night. The headlights from the passing cars illuminated his face and you could have sworn you saw him briefly glance down at your mouth.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you told him.

“I’ll remind you if you forget,” Sebastian said as he carefully merged back into traffic.

A few minutes later, he pulled into the parking space in front of your apartment. You lived on the first floor, so you didn’t expect him to get out but he did. Before you had a chance to open the car door, he was standing outside of it taking your hand and helping you out of his car.

Sebastian walked you to your front door. He stood so close to you that you sensed his warmth surround your entire body. You felt a bit of longing as well as a bit of sadness knowing that you would only be friends with him.

“Thank you so much for dinner, the ride, for everything,” you said as you opened your apartment door, “I owe you.”

Sebastian gave you a smile before he spoke.

“I’ll take a hug as compensation,” he offered.

Before you lost your nerve, you stood on your tiptoes and wrapped your arms around his neck. You buried your face in his neck and breathed in his cologne. Sebastian’s arms surrounded your waist. He gave you a slight squeeze as he rubbed his hands up and down your back. You didn’t want it to end, but were enjoying it way too much, so you began to release your hold on him.

He didn’t let go. His hands continued to caress your lower back. His chin grazed your exposed collarbone and you closed your eyes as your fingers skimmed the nape of his neck. It felt like heaven. He felt like heaven.

“You’re really good at this,” you said into his ear.

“Hugging?” he whispered back.

“Yeah,” you answered, waiting to see which one of you would break the embrace.

“I’m a good kisser, too,” he asserted.

You stopped breathing for several seconds as you let his words sink in. You knew he was being playful with you. Men that handsome only flirt with women like you to make you feel better. You tell yourself over and over again that he doesn’t want you that way.

“I’m – um. I can believe that,” you finally said.

Sebastian slowly released his hold on you and stepped back a few inches. He reached for your hands and brought them up to his lips as he always did when trying to warm you up.

“They’re not cold…for a change,” you advised him. He still cradled your hands in his.

“So, we’re friends?” he asked.

“Of course,” you said.

“And, like you said, friends can do things like hug and hold hands every now and then, right?” he continued to inquire.

You inhaled a shaky breath before answering.

“Right,” you finally answered him in a weak voice.

“What about kissing?” asked Sebastian.

Stunned, you tried to think of the right answer.

“Where,” you said.

“Well, what’s off limits – for a friend?”

You didn’t trust it. You couldn’t allow yourself to trust it. You put up your guard before answering him.

“For friends, I’d say the lips and anything below the neck is off limits,” you finally stated.

Sebastian let go of your hands and leaned forward. His cheek brushed against yours and you shuddered at the sensation of his chin stubble touching your face. Every nerve ending on your body came alive. He gently held your waist, pulling you close to him.

He placed a kiss to your jawline and your body suddenly caught fire. Your breathing picked up, as did his. Desire swelled within you. He held you close while planting a string of gentle kisses from your earlobe, down your cheek, to within millimeters of your mouth.

Suddenly, a loud bang sounded from inside your apartment, shattering the moment and potentially your world. Sebastian pulled away from you and stepped inside your apartment. He noticed the aluminum baseball bat you had placed near the front door for protection since you lived alone. He grabbed it and turned to you; his expression serious and determined.

“Stay here. I’ll be right back,” he said.

“Sebastian,” you called after him, completely terrified.

He walked back to you and placed his forehead to yours.

“I’ll be back in a second,” he said, “It’s probably nothing.”

He then disappeared into the house. Adrenaline flowed through you like a freight train. You knew what was coming even if you weren’t in any immediate danger. You felt it almost as soon as he disappeared from sight. Your lungs felt like they were collapsing as you struggled to find your next breath. The porch began to spin around and you fell, landing just inside your door. You closed your eyes, begging your mind to let you calm down. Somewhere in the distance, you heard Sebastian say that everything was okay.

But it wasn’t okay.

It was already too late.

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You are the bold tings

I am the normal tings

btw**If I ask questions in this just dm me the answers lol

“I’m all good. I just had a doctors appt which took forever but nothing to worry about thanks for asking.”

Oh okay that’s calmed me, I was going crazy at the time, I thought something bad had happened, I didn’t know if I was being a silly moo or not...yk.

“ Also I’m gonna check out the thing now but I’m rly glad it seems like this won’t has been good at least w music”

Emily, I have NO IDEA what you were aiming to say here fam, but I only had a minor stroke so..all good : )

“U have no idea how much ready that made me smile fr that’s actually so thoughtful and how u remember all of that in such detail wow😂”

I’m honestly glad It made you smile because it made the others smile too, i’m quite happy about that. Yeah I have a strange thing with detail, sometimes I go a bit too much into it, however, I felt it was necessary for that kind of message.

“...the nun story was made up but I appreciate that u remember that sm haha, and the ozone layer and everything...”

Oiiii, you definitely had me with that I was thinking like “Who tf are these Nuns and why hasn’t anyone called the police or something...chasing kids and taking phones n shit” and legit, as I’m writing this it had just made me remember that some nights when me or David didn’t reply cos we were SLEEPING, one of you kept sending like “penis” 50+ times at 4:00 a.m...I mean, it wasn’t that pleasing waking up to penis but whatever!

“And it’s actually insane how many years it has been”

I knowwwww, I can’t believe next year it’ll be THREE YEARS since we all met, crazy stuff!! Nah like I actually find it soooooo weird how, we were all on Instagram one day, and SOMEHOW you came across our account. I remember me and David thought you and the rest were a bit sus as well as 3 doods being mega weird, wait I was 16 when we started talking eww wtf i’m now 19 Im so old why am i writing this ur thinking?! idk its just all coming out 😂

“...Then I remember Graydon got added to the gc and I didn’t know what to think at first but we bonded over liking Hamilton and making fun of his bagged milk and how he spoke French.”

Oh my days I can not BELIEVE He used milk from a bag THAT. IS. SO. WRONG. Straight from the cows boob or udder or whatever the fuck, is the best 😂 You all were so different from me and David haha, we failed french...well David did, I JUST passed, kinda and we didn’t read books or go to musicals but 2 years on..I still don’t.

“Then I remember thinking how crazy it was to realize aurora lives like an hour drive away from me or maybe less.”

Jeez I forgot she lives down in AZ, would you ever go see her if you had the time and set it up with her? Or do you think it would be awks n weird n stuff 😂 Personally I actually don’t wanna meet anyone..jk obvs, but when i’m selling out shows in Phoenix you’re all being der ygm 😂

“I remember u and David went to that rainbow looking school and u had French together and u wore those funny little proper uniforms”

Nah I was creasing when I read this yk!! I can’t lie it was..a...weird school to go to 😂 But yeah I remember the uniform was so heavy like back in 2016 summer it got up to 37 - 40 Celsius that’s like the hottest temp in the UK in 60yrs or something and we had to wear jumpers and blazer EVEN IN THE CLASSROOM nah im getting vexed just thinking about it but yeah I stole an exit sign from the main entrance to keep as a keepsake lol

“u and David would joke around and say I was the annoying posh type of I was English and one day I remember being on discord for hours until like 6am for u guys”

Yeah we both thought you were dead serious n shit like we tried not to swear in the chat cos we didn’t know if you were a hard church person! Yeah I remember those days too. The thing is, a while before we met you and the rest we would do that daily like our days would be like: go to school, come home, search the cupboards, and then go on discord at like 8 pm and get off at 4-5 am Friday thru Saturday! and yeah i remember you never talked when we were in a call and me and David we actually had to msg each other shit like “oi is Emily good?” and when we asked on discord you’d reply with “yeah i’m here” 😂

“...and David making tea or coffee smthg like that”

I have the video he made, I’ll send it to you, lmk when you get this far!

“I remember the night u said u we’re leaving for Germany and how I was nervous bc I knew I couldn’t do anything to stop u but I just wanted u to be happy.”

We’re even, We made it up and planned that 😂 Sorry :( David would msg me on snapchat me and be like “They’re actually tryna get me to go get and help you! fuck off” He’s a good one!

“I remember the dogs u had years ago”

Yeah I had to leave them behind when I left :( it was the HARDEST thing I've ever had to do! I had the fluffy one for 8yrs and the small one for 8 months

“I could never forget that u thought the Ozone layer was a basketball term”

Allow it and forget it yh I’m smarter now innit!

“...and sorry Izzy and I were little bitches back then”

Nah it’s all good I think i spoke to her like *well idk who i was speaking to* 4 times lol she was funny when we did talk tho!

“but I rly appreciate our friendship and sticking together through the years and yeah can’t wait for more memories”

Me too, i’m glad it was you guys who we bumped into that day, I actually can’t explain how grateful I am to know you are there whenever I need you rt! The Future gonna be great fr !! Thank you!

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gocasualrunawaycollection-blog · 6 years

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