#SO sorry this is literally months late all the juice left my brain lately and i'm struggling to get it back

[liminalpebble]

How about meeting Eddie at a club and him being super confident, but when you finally get him home with you, he turns all shy and nervous? Like trips over his pants trying to get out of them, super nervous to touch you as he's not had that much experience, so you help him out and teach him? 🤭

Hello my love,

Thank you for this request from literally months ago. Sorry it's taken so long to get to, but I hope you love our adorkable dude in this.

P.s. Minors DNI

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Little Red Heels

Half your closet was strewn over the bed of your new apartment and abandoned there as you left for the evening. It had been awhile since you'd really “gone out” and this would be the first time “out” in your new town of Hawkins. It was hard to decided on an outfit and it felt like everything you pulled on (then shrugged off with a huff) looked stupid on you.

You didn't know anyone yet, not really. There were just a few polite nods and waves as you made your way to your new cubicle each morning, but no one whose name you remembered and you would bet that they didn't remember yours either.

So when the hand-drawn and egregiously-photocopied flier slid through your mail slot, you read the red paper with a smirk:

The Hideout. Goth and Metal Night! Live music from Corroded Coffin and then Old School Goth and Industrial on the Dance Floor ALL NIGHT LONG.

Initially you rolled your eyes, but as the work week in the cubicle dragged on, you felt more and more lonely. You wanted to find weirdos like yourself.

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So here you sat at 10 pm, perched on a bar stool, alone with your drink, waiting for the oblivion of dancing tipsy to your favorite familiar songs. You sipped on what the bartender charmingly called “coffin juice,” swirling the little straw in the blackish purple concoction. Cute, you thought, wincing at the too-sweet chemical flavor. At least it was cheap and strong.

It took longer than you hoped to settle on an outfit. You had arrived late, catching the tail end of band's set. They were a sloppy but talented thrash metal gang; the kind of guys who you were sure have been headbanging together since middle school. The songs were loud and catchy and you tapped your leg along with the beat, thinking maybe this could be fun after all.

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You couldn't know the the guitarist was watching you from beneath the glaring lights of the stage. Your stoplight-red patent leather heels and your shiny vermilion lips caught his eye; the only pops of color in a sea of black and battle vests. He couldn't help running his eyes up the lattice of those black fishnets, over the shapely curve of your calf, up to where the hem of your skirt rode up your bouncing thigh. Nervous. He thought. Poor sweetheart, she's new and she's nervous. But damn, is she pretty.

Eddie didn't think he'd stand a chance, but he'd be damned if he wasn't gonna try.

Fake it til you make it. He thought, adding with a sigh...except I never make it.

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You noticed him. It was hard not to with his wild hair, and his chocolate-button eyes, and his frantic charisma. He definitely had a style, you had to give him that; a leather jacket laced with chains and a jean vest over the top, littered with patches and pins. He must be burning up in that get up. You thought, grinning slyly to yourself. Your horny touch-starved brain couldn't stop fantasizing about the possibility of getting him out of it. Down girl, you scolded yourself. You don't even know him and you're not a groupie. He's probably got a hoard of local girls waiting for him.

As the lights switched to the flashing pulses of the dance floor and the familiar tempo of Nine Inch Nails pounded out of the speaker, you slide off your stool. The local alternative folks didn't waste any time swarming the dance floor, so neither did you. You could be shy, it's true, but not about this...not about dancing. You knew how to move your body; how to slink, and tease, and flirt wordlessly in those heels like it was the easiest thing in the world. You liked this alter ego when she came out to play.

A few songs in, you saw a curly mop of hair and dark eyes making a beeline towards you in the flashing lights. It took a moment for you to realize it was the guitarist. Onstage he seemed almost burly under all those layers. Now in black jeans and a tee shirt he seemed slight and lanky, beautiful and borderline ethereal. Coming right up to you, he beamed a stunning smile that lifted the apples of his full cheeks and gave a little nod. He was silently imploring you, with those puppy dog eyes, for a dance. You giggled and nodded back with a smile. Under the loud thrum of the music you wouldn't be able to hear each other anyway, and you liked that. As an introvert, it was nice to not be obliged to speak and make small talk. It was a relief to simply connect in a different way...a way you were actually confident in.

You expected him to simply grind on you arrhythmically, the way so many guys tend to (thinking for some reason, that they're dancing and it's sexy), but he didn't. He was almost courtly, holding your hand and spinning your around, swaying close enough for you to smell his aftershave and the metallic tang of his metal and leather; to feel his broad palm against the small of your back. The nearness gave you an up-close view of those engulfing black-coffee eyes, but he never groped or grinded on you, respecting your space. You caught those dark orbs scanning hungrily up your legs, or glancing at your cleavage, but he was clearly trying to resist acting like an animal. You couldn't blame him for looking though, you were trying to get him to notice your best assets, after all.

In the quiet space between songs, when the DJ's switched out, you got on your toes, bracing on his shoulder to say into his ear, “What's your name?”. Even that small touch, sent electricity to you, buzzing from the heat of his skin, the feel of his body under your hand.

Eddie knew he was a goner when you did that. It was too cute. Your little sweet-smelling body pressed against him, up on your toes and lips grazing his ear in a way that gave him shivers. He slid his hand around your waist, pulling you close enough to hear him. There was a confidence to the way he guided you closer before his full lips grazed the skin just under your ear. He spoke his name softly. “Eddie Munson...at your service”.

You stepped away just enough to meet each others eyes and smile as you told him your name. He repeated it as if he were tasting the syllables, considering their flavor, then said, “That's a beautiful name. Thank you for the dance.” Eddie took your hand in his and kissed your knuckles, looking up at you from beneath those thick dark lashes. It undid you and you couldn't resist asking the question that'd been screaming in your head all night.

“Wanna come over to my place?”

The smile he gave you was so bright it could light up a whole stadium. Eddie Munson felt like he just won the lottery.

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Entering your apartment was a challenge with his lips glued to yours and his tongue dancing in your mouth. Your hands were equally reluctant to part from feeling each others bodies long enough to unlock the door and fling yourselves inside your living room. The door slammed shut and you slammed against it while the keys clattered, forgotten, to the floor. You slid his jackets off, enjoying the feeling of his frame through the soft cotton of his tee shirt instead. His hands traveled along the curve of your waist, cradled your cheeks, stroked your hair, and he moaned. And god, it was such a sweet sound coming from such a sweet mouth. It charmed you, how he resisted carelessly groping you like a horny teenager. He was careful and considerate, bordering on hesitant. Was...was he nervous?

You separated for a moment, both of you catching your breath. You giggled and swiped away some of your lipstick where it had smeared over his face. He laughed too, asking sarcastically, “Am I pretty now?” with a dopey grin that made both of you crack up for a second.

“So fucking pretty, Eddie,” you said sincerely, and a red flush appeared across his cheeks that had nothing to do with the lipstick.

“Not...not as pretty as you are...baby.” he said, then winced and muttered to himself at the corny line. He meant it, but the delivery made it fall flat and he suddenly looked like a deer in headlights. “Uh...sorry...that was stupid.” He said pathetically, “please...don't run away,” realizing a half second too late that it was, in fact, your house and you literally couldn't.

You giggled again, but it was clearly kind and sweet, more with him than at him. You winked and said, “Promise I won't. I'm just going to the sink to help clean you up.”

He watched as you kicked off your heels and sashayed into the kitchen. Eddie studied every succulent move as you found a clean cloth, waited for the tap to get warm and lathered a little soap into it; everything deliberate and graceful. He looked on, mesmerized, as you came back to him, hips swaying and eyes shining. You dabbed the warm cloth over his plush pretty cheeks, his full lips, and then over your own.

“You are soooo sweet, honey. You know that? Just something about you. Goddamn,” he said. And you could tell it wasn't just a line. He meant it with all his heart, and it warmed yours.

You glanced down at his chest a little shyly, blushing. “I bet you say that to all the girls.” You were joking but he put his hands up, eyes wide with sudden panic.

Animated, he muttered, “No! No no. Uh no no no. Um...there aren't other girls...or guys. I'm not gay...or bi or....”. He shook his head and his curls wiggled with him, like a dog shaking off water, as he was growing increasingly annoyed with himself. “Not that that matters! Well...actually I guess in this case it sort of matters,” he rambled on, squinting quizzically. You listened sweetly and patiently, genuinely charmed by his awkwardness. Who'd have thought that this charismatic guitar god on stage would be such a squirrely little nerd otherwise? You were enamored all the more by it, but he couldn't know that. He was still terrified. You covered your mouth with your hand as you chuckled, genuinely extremely amused and interested, trying not to full-out guffaw at how funny he was.

The dam finally broke when you saw his tee shirt. Without your heels you were now eye level with his chest and noticing the design for the first time. It was a dragon snaked around a castle; the kind of thing one might see airbrushed on the side of a van. Additionally, Eddie clearly wasn't some hipster wearing it ironically which made it even better. He was just some guy...who liked dragons.

You chuckled explosively now. The awkwardness becoming far too much and bursting at the seams. Before you knew it, you were both crying with laughter, falling all over each other as you dragged him to the bedroom by his stupid little shirt saying, “you are such a little dork, and I love it.”

He gave a dimpled grin, eyebrows raised in surprise. “Really?”

“Yeah, handsome,” you said in a breathy whisper right into his ear, “it makes me what to do bad things to you.”

The sentence went strait to Eddie's already stiff cock as he followed you like a zombie under a witch's spell. You ran your nails under his shirt, thumbs meeting at the little trail of hair above his belt. Then your palms traveled up his chest, sliding his shirt off. You slinked you long nails over the warm bare skin of his torso, tracing the ink of his tattoos while he closed his eyes and groaned, goosebumps shivering over his skin.

“That is some witchcraft you're doing to me, sweetheart. God...can I touch you?”

You smiled, feeling drunk with arousal. “I've been waiting for that all night. Please, don't make me wait anymore,” you said, almost begging and pouting. You shoved him backwards onto your bed, forgetting it was still strewn with clothes. Realizing this, Eddie shot back up and said, “Oh sorry...let me just,” scooping up the pile and setting it gently into a chair. You were dumbstruck, mouth falling open at the sudden act. Clocking your confusion, he explained, resting his hands on his hips, “I just...I just didn't want to make a mess on your clothes”.

This time you pulled him to you by the belt, deciding to go straight to the nuclear option, saying breathily, “Eddie Munson, right now I wouldn't care if you come all over every single item of clothes I own, as long as you fuck me into that mattress.”

To emphasize your point, you pulled your dress over your head, revealing the red and black lingerie matching your thigh-highs. You put one perfectly manicured nail to his lips and continued. “Listen to me. I've never even gotten a chance to wear this lingerie before. It's been almost a year and a half since...you know. And right now...” you dropped to a whisper as you began to undo his belt, the chains jostling heavily in your fingers. “These sweet little lace panties are absolutely soaked because of how badly I want you. If they get absolutely trashed and don't survive til morning because of you, I'll be the happiest girl in the world.”

He groaned and sighed, relaxing, finally. He laced his fingers into your hair and pulled lightly while he slid one calloused finger between the smooth dripping lips of your pussy. You gasped at the contact, then purred at him, “Mmm. Atta boy.”

“Fuck...you're so hot,” he groaned, head dropping right between your tits and lapping, savoring the salt of your skin. His fingers worked at your bra clasps, gently at first and then losing patience and yanking it down to bare your tits to him.

You yelped in happy surprise, unhooking the garment properly and letting it fall to the floor. He latched greedily onto your nipple, sucking and swirling around first one and then the other until he got exactly the sounds he wanted from you, the sounds that made his cock strain harder against the fabric. You helped him shed his layers, then drank in the sight of him completely naked.

You gasped, “God, you're gorgeous, Eddie.”

He came up close, pulling your hips against him with the other hand buried in your hair. He licked his hot tongue up your jugular vein, ending with a kiss behind your ear and whispered, delivering the line again with a new confidence, “Not as pretty as you are, baby. Now put those little red heels back on and get rid of those panties.”

@veemoon @elegantkoalapaper @sweetsigyn @sunflowerdaydreamer @leelei1980 @little-wormwood @hellfirenacht @unfocused81

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[mehphoobia]

You are beautiful

pairing - Tom Holland (actor) x Reader (college girl)

summary - Y/n is visiting her parents for the first time to Rio, whom she doesn’t know properly because they left her with her aunt when she was young. She is insecure about meeting her parents but she finds comfort in a stranger.

MASTERLIST

word count- 2.9k or around 3k

warnings - mentions of insecurity and self doubt, no swearing(cause its like my first post so gotta stay ‘pure’)

“Get up Y/N and Claudia…its 8 am already. We are going to be late.” a faint alarm could be heard from the kitchen, two rooms away from your room.

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Your parents had been looking forward this vacation for months. With your father working in Rio for the past 7 years and your mother being a full time nurse at a nearby hospital in Rio where your parents lived, you never got a chance to feel how it felt to be with your parents. So naturally with no one to your care, you grew up with your Aunt Cass and your cousin Claudia, around whom your entire world revolved for the past 20 years.

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Grumpy, filled with laziness up to the brim Claudia dragged herself to your bed and tortured you to get up. “Just two more minutes. I swear”, you begged as if she was listening. Then came the final blow with a splash of water on your face and then well….its self-explanatory. You both got up, finished through the verbal fight which left Aunt Cass chuckling in the kitchen.

“Aren’t you a tad bit excited to go to Rio, it’s been years since your parents last spent time with you.” Asked Claudia looking at you expression-less face in the mirror while brushing your teeth. “I don’t know Cloud, it’s just that I don’t know how I should feel about it. I am nervous and scared and tired just thinking about how awkward it can get.”

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Your parents had last seen you on your 16th birthday, when they showed up at your house. The 16th year where you are neither an adult nor a child, of all those years they could have shown up, it was that year. Your mother had gifted you a manicure set and your father had bought you a hair kit and you absolutely had no idea what to do with it. Little did they know that you were more interested in trekking and photography rather than painting your nails and dyeing your hair? Where other girls chose tight fitting dresses and expensive heels you chose the comfort of sweatshirts: pajamas or jeans and sneakers.

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“You will be fine, it’s YOU after all. If I can tolerate you enough to share my room with you then trust me, anyone can put up with you” said Claudia boasting her patience and handing a comb from her dresser. “Why don’t you curse or compliment me one at a time” you snapped annoyingly. But you were grateful for supportive arms around you which calmed you down.

After getting ready, you greeted Aunt Cass with a smile on your face and a stretched good morning as you helped yourself with some toast and orange juice. “Eat well, it’s a long flight after all” said Aunt Cass followed by a “Yes ma’am.”

“Keep your phone charged at all times. Keep calling me after every two hours and did you pack enough clothes to last you a month. I don’t want to hear your mother complaining later about it. Should I pack some extra snacks for you, you will surely not take care for meals and if you skip any your meals throughout the day, I swear you have had it then.” It never ceased to amaze you how multitasking Aunt Cass could be. She is strict, tough and a woman of her words. There was not a single day when you and Claudia had not done your college assignments or homework with Aunt Cass being at home. But at the same time she would sit with you past midnight when both of you cousins stayed awake for you midterms. Maybe that’s why you never missed your parents because you never had a void in your life, Claudia and Aunt Cass had filled it lovingly.

That being said, before you knew it all three of you were in the car and already off for the airport. The entire ride was filled with constant chattering as to how famous and beautiful Rio is and as how will not be able to walk down a street without bumping into a celebrity. However you were lost in your thoughts about living with your parents for a month, about whom you knew nothing and neither did they about you.

After reaching the Leipzig Airport, you waved them goodbye, leaving the loving and proud embrace of Aunt Cass and a cute envious look on Claudia’s face you were all set for Rio.

During the flight:

It was a 15hr flight, with the overthinking and hyperactive person you were there was no possible way you could have had a simple excited flight journey, but there is no harm in wishing one for right? Or so you thought.

When you were boarding the plane you noticed an unusual number of bodyguards outside, literally engulfing the poor person standing in middle. What annoyed you the most was the people who were cheering, because at some point of time it wasn’t cheering anymore, it was a mob attack. After boarding, what greeted you were the over excited air-hostesses which was obviously because ‘the person’ as you painfully learnt through the mob attack. But all you could care at that moment was your seat being a window seat or not, and luckily it was. After putting your hand luggage in the upper compartment (you had three suitcases and one hand luggage) you finally asked a fellow passenger dressed in black hoodie with a mask on his face and skinny jeans as to what exactly was the commotion about and to brief you about the situation. The answer surprised you- it was none other than Tom Holland.

Your mouth was literally in the O shape and eyes wide open. It was the Tom Holland. It was your favorite actor travelling in the same flight with you. That explained the mob attack. The only person that came to you upper floor was your Claudia.

Y/N: TOM HOLLAND is in the flight right now!!!!!! Tom freaking Holland.

Claudia: wwwwhhhhaaatttt!!!???????, damn I knew I should have gone with you. How could you do this to me? Why?

Y/N: I am sorry ok I didn’t know or wait maybe I did. His visit to Leipzig was mentioned in his itinary on his twitter account how could we miss that? We just got lucky man and also I was squashed in the mob attack at the airport.

Claudia: Oh! You mean you got lucky dipshit!? Please tell me you got a picture!

Y/N: no I couldn’t, I hardly knew about him being on the plane I asked someone and I have been freaking out since.

*announcement for switching off electrical devices.*

Y/N: I have to switch off my phone for a while, the flight’s gonna take off.

Claudia: okay, I knew I should have come with you. Ahhhhhhh!!!!!!text me soon..love you

Y/N: yeah you should have, I miss you. Love you too.

“Are you a fan too?” asked your neighbor. You look at him with suspicious eyes was he eying your texts? Because if he was, that’s not healthy and it creeped you out.  Even though, “well yes, me and my sister.” You said and hoped the conversation will die out there. He took the answer and you could imagine a small smirk curling upon his face by the wrinkling of his eyes which was adorable. By his physique and posture he looked no older than early twenties. “What about you, are you fan?” you asked, unknowingly and regretted it immediately. “He doesn’t bugger me, so you could say so. How long have you been a fan?” ,“My aunt happened to be watching ‘The Impossible’, when we were younger and we have been crazy about him since. My sister liked him like crazy as to how cute he was but I liked his acting in the movie but ended up liking him too.”

“Very interesting..” something about him was attracting you, maybe his aura, the charming vibes, you didn’t know, but you were just attracted. But something pinned you, his accent, he had a British accent. Unknowingly, when your eyes met, your heart skipped a beat. It’s him. He was sitting right here. He realized your surprised expression and said, ”You can take a picture now” he chuckled and looking directly at you. Your brain on the other hand was still processing the vital information and the very awesome physique with veiny and beautiful hands and captivating eyes. How could you miss his eyes, those beautiful passion filled dark brown eyes.

“uh..um..h hi, I mean hello nice to meet you, I am Y/N”, ”Tom Holland” he said extending a hand not taking his eyes off of you. It amazed you really, how could he despite being an actor maintain such a down to earth personality. The way he talks, listens to you, waits for your reply and him being in the economy class instead of comfortably sitting in the first class seating arrangements. Wait!?Why was he here?. As if he read your mind and a sudden change in your expression from being flustered to confused. “Too many people, I needed to get out of there and breathe by myself for once. No cameras, no media, no stylists….jus… just plain old me. By the way, my manager is my imposter”, he said with a smirk on his face.

“Oh sure, I can understand that, it can get tiring sometimes. The attention being forced on you that you were never used to it. My parents too, in that way, been out of my life since the very year I turned 1 and suddenly they want meet me and want me to stay with them for a month in Rio. I didn’t want to but my aunt convinced me and I couldn’t say no to her. ”, ”You stayed with your aunt your entire life? Didn’t you miss your parents?” his passionate eyes suddenly changed into concern and pity, “yeah, but she means a lot to me, she was there for all my dance ceremonies, each and every one of my birthday’s , my graduation, she means the world to me so does my sister, she is like my pillar, my support , an annoying one at that.” You said smiling on you lap, and you could feel his gaze softening upon yours. ”my parents, uhh…you can never miss something you never had.” You looked at him again, but this time you could feel and see his gaze on you, watching you and never leaving your eyes.

Both you were so lost in each other that you didn’t realize when the flight had taken off and the snacks table breaking your moment. “Oh it’s been so long already since the plane took off, I didn’t realize we even missed the safety instructions”, you both chuckled at that. “Oh man!, you are really beautiful, really” he said running his hand down his locks and realizing that his tone was a bit too loud, and he meant to keep the compliment to himself. “Sorry?” you asked, despite you pretty much heard it when he said it, you wanted to hear it again.

“uhh..i m..mean your teeth are beautiful.” He realized what he said and his expression was like ‘did I really just say that?’. “I mean your smile is beautiful, Not your teeth..oh wait..I mean your teeth are beautiful too but your smi…” you couldn’t hold you laugh anymore looking at him and his cute ‘war’ with himself. “Thank you, I guess, a lot of people say that about me after I got my braces removed.”

“Oh you had braces? Since when?” “around when I was 15, like every girl wanted to look pretty and wanted boys around her ,so me and my sister had braces for the sake of it, not that I cared about me getting a boyfriend, just for fun”. He seemed to have got stuck on one word, “so you got one?”…”got what?” , “a boyfriend I mean?”. His expression changed and yet again you could feel blood rushing to your cheeks, “I always wanted a crazy guy, who could have something similar to my interests, ‘cause I am not like every other girl in the town, I am into trekking and photography and outdoor activities, not just a girl who likes shopping and who always has to be around people so, my specifications are a bit particular, so I have never had a boyfriend.”

“So, no boyfriend, right?” he asked as if that being the only part he was interested in, or who knows may be he actually was.

After a few hours, you realized you had a lot of things in common and the internet was all wrong about his interests and all. It was like meeting a complete different person, a person whom you have known for the longest time as if you have always been together. You were attracted to him and so was he to you, and you could tell that.

“So what are you doing in Germany? Did you have a shoot here?” you didn’t mind asking because he already had mentioned a lot of stuff that he was not supposed to and also his eyes lit up when he was excited to tell you about some stuff anything at all. “uh..yeah we had to film a segment in Berlin and then we decided to take a break, so I around different places and now we are heading towards the Carnival.” “oh Carnival huh? My aunt says its pretty lively. That was like the main reason why I agreed to go Rio. ”

“so don’t mind me asking, but are you going to be awkward around your parents? Like I know you are not very close to them..” he asked you sincerely concerned with his hands slightly brushing off of yours on the handle of the seat. It’s like he wanted to hold your hand because he knew the weight of his question but he felt like you would disintegerate if he did so. You could feel the same pit around your stomach filled with nervousness that you had forgotten about a for couple hours. “I don’t know, it’s complicated, I don’t know anything about them and also they might have certain expectations about me and what do I do if I do not live up to it. I know we haven’t had a very comfortable story build around us but somehow I don’t wanna disappoint them from my side because they don’t know anything about me like the birthday incident I mentioned about. But I simply don’t want to disappoint because I don’t want my mother, who was never there for me, to question my aunt, who has always been there for me” It’s like you pour the entire timeline of your life in front of  Tom and you were scared if he would drift away. “I understand Y/N, but your parents were the ones who planned this trip right?” “yeah they were the ones.” “so that’s it, you know when I have too much on my plate, my manager asks me to take a break and let everything go for sometime. All my meetings and appointments are cancelled because I will ruin them anyway, so there is no point of it. Your situation is kind of similar too, you have had a lot in your life with you parents not being there and now you simply just have to take a break and forget everything for a while because that’s what your aunt wants to you to do.” His hand finally rested upon yours and none of you flinched. It’s as if it’s meant to be.

That being said, you have already arrived in Rio and a beautiful ocean greeted you with open arms and you accepted it with a fresh mind. Tom’s hand still resting over yours and his fingers brushing the upper part of your hand and you look at each other embracing each other’s warmth with your eyes. That’s when you realized that you have fallen for him, not Tom Holland but just him, just Tom.

After the plane landed he was still holding on to you, scared to let go. He was scared to let you go because he cared about you and some fact had gotten him attracted towards you and he was scared to show you his vulnerable side. On the other hand you were scared to let go because you might never see him again. As if he sensed it again, what you were thinking, “I will see you again for sure. Don’t worry.” With a tight squeeze on his hand you let go and say “thank you, I will wait for you.”

“me too.”

You didn’t see him again after departing the flight, he would steal glances out of every opportunity to see you ,lost between the flashes of cameras and cheering, till the last second. The last time you saw him was to murmur something to his manager pointing towards you and that was it, the escalator distanced him from you. But you would still wait..

Outside the gate you could see your parents waiting for you, with Tom’s words in your mind you greeted them with a smile and everything seemed normal, as if they were always with you.

Two weeks later, still no message from Tom.

Claudia bombarded you with messages, when you told her about the entire duration of the flight. You were kind of annoyed with messages cause they were literally somewhere is hundreds. So you decided to ignore her for sometime.

*Ting* some part of you wanted to check that message but the other part of you wanted to go eat pizza because you were really tired from messaging and explaining everything to Claudia over texts. But then you were like *screw it* and you checked the message and…

*unknown number*: I said you were really beautiful Y/N….

A/n- uh..first of all thank you for reading this, cause it like my first post and my first fanfiction so i was a bit skeptical about posting this but fuck it, here it is guys it took me around four hours to complete this and its worth it. 

also if you wanna be tagged in this just let me know!!! *uwu face*

lemme know if you want a part 2 of this, because I will gladly include it with improvement of course, love you ppl...

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[sebstanseabass]

Afterglow (A Bucky Barnes AU fan fiction) - Chapter 18

Afterglow chapters

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

NOTE: Third Person POV starts after this sign: " ✪ "

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

With Bucky, three short days felt like three months.

The next few days were spent oh-so-blisfully slow with Bucky constantly next to you, either naked or clothed. You were always at each other's skin and flesh the second you would close your laptop (you have been busy doing your end of the presentation you had to pitch in next week for Sam, after Steve gets you formally and officially fired). You’d be making out on the couch and soon afterwards, clothes flew around like money being tossed carelessly. No matter what the situation was, it always ended up with you naked, grasping each other's bodies, grazing each other's skin — in your bedroom, in the kitchen, in the shower, and on the living room floor. He wore you like a necklace, your thighs wrapped around his neck as you sat on the kitchen counter, him on his knees, devouring every bit of you. That time, you tried your best to stare at him as he ate you.

Tantalizing were his eyes, his mouth moving against your core. Legs shaking, you’d scream his name over and over again as you came all over his mouth, your screams clashing with the sounds of pots clanging against each other.

Then, you’d move to the shower where you had your thighs wrapped around his waist, your bare back against the bathroom's slippery walls as he thrusted inside you. His strong hands kept you steady the whole time as your legs trembled around him, making you weaker and weaker each second, like your knees had been struck by a wrecking ball.

He gave and he gave and he gave pleasure, riding you into your euphoria, into your oblivion. You were no longer the master of your body. You became his, as he was yours. You submitted fully to his godly control. The phrases "fuck, babydoll" and "you feel so fucking good" and "say my name, sweetheart" were forever etched in your brain. You kept the frustration of not being in control to yourself. You kept it all as he instructed you to say his name, say it louder until you could no longer remember yours, until you could no longer hear the dripping noise of the water droplets against the floor.

His face, the epitome of a god and a devil. A god that brought your voice and soul to heaven, so bright and glorious. And a devil that brought unholy things to your body.

As much as you had your thighs wrapped around him, you knew he had you wrapped around his finger. You knew it all too well.

Since then, you couldn't hear the clinking of utensils against each other or the faucet leaking or any kind of liquid dripping without seeing what Bucky looked like during those hours — knees on the ground, head between your thighs, body dripping with water along with your juices. And how he made you feel. God, the thought of him alone already brought you to heaven.

Afraid that you won't be able to get your mind (and body) off of Bucky, you texted Nat to meet you in a coffee shop a few blocks away from the apartment, hoping she could accompany you while working on the pitch deck. If you spent one more time with Bucky with your presentation undone you would be — well... Either way, you would be screwed.

This morning, you left a note on the nightstand, letting Bucky know you were with Nat. You planted a fleeting kiss on his forehead one last time, smiling at him, hating to leave his side, before heading out to meet with Nat who was almost an hour late, anyway. Still, you didn't get much done, missing Bucky's presence.

Then the hopes of getting your mind off my man went down the drain, hearing the clinking of glasses and the dripping liquid from espresso machines on the café counter. You bit your lip, staring at the laptop screen in front. Your screams echoed on the walls of your brain, together with morphed images of you and Bucky leaving your traces everywhere in the apartment, tainting lust everywhere. You bit your lower lip harder. A sudden rush of heat climbing on your body, from your toes, to your thighs, and your center.

Why didn't I just go to the public library?

"... Y/n? Hello? Earth to y/n?"

The images vanished like dust in the wind, and were replaced by Nat snapping her fingers on your face. Bucky's voice, together with yours that were echoing in your mind soon became faint street noise, along with the café's playlist. "Are you okay?" She asked. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

With your throat dry, you cleared your throat (which hurt even more). "Y-yeah." You finally managed to say. "Yeah, no, I was just having a tiny problem. You know what, I'm thirsty," You tapped a waitress' shoulder, "Hi, can I please have a glass of cold water? Thank you."

With that, she nodded and turned around, fetching what you needed. As soon as she handed you the glass, you immediately downed the whole thing but it still didn't quench your thirst.

"Is he riding you?"

You nearly choked on your water, hearing Nat's question. "W-what?"

"Sam Wilson. I mean, the work. With Sam?" Nat frowned, stirring her cup of coffee. "Is he?"

"Oh no, not at all! He's been really great and very appreciative." You replied. "But he has this assistant who's a complete total bitch. Even Bucky doesn't like her."

"Oohhh, interesting." she said. "Tell me all about it."

Thankfully, telling Nat about the meeting that happened three days ago did get your mind off Bucky. Highlighting the little banter you and Sharon had in line with the models and the whole marketing strategy was Nat's favorite. Of course, Nat lived for the drama. Especially if it were others'. To her, you were just characters on a television show. Now, all she needed was a bucket of popcorn.

"You should've seen the whole thing, Nat." You smirked. "The look on her face when Sam agreed with me? Priceless!"

"Wow, you ate her up." Nat chuckled. "Now, I'm sad I missed the show. If I were there, I would've taken a photo of her disappointed, sad ass and had it framed and had it hung on the bar. Steve would approve of it."

You raised your eyebrows, shaking your head. Even though that was pretty badass of you to do, Sharon was a woman living in a man's world and as you thought about that encounter, she was just doing her job. If she were a man, you would've still said the same thing. "Too harsh. A little cheer would suffice."

Nat rolled her eyes. "Like a woop, woop?"

"I mean not literally but sure. Whatever floats your little boat."

"Peter was right. You're a boring old hag." A sip of coffee. "Hey, how's the little skipper, anyway? I miss that little kid."

You fowned. She always had a nickname for Peter. If it's not skipper, it's slugger, or sport, or tiger, or any nickname for a kid you could think of. "You know he's just as young as I am, right?"

"The guy looks like a kid and sometimes acts like one." Nat pursed her lips, pointing it out. "So, when's he getting back from his corporate retreat?"

The last you heard from Peter was yesterday when he sent photos of him and the rest of his team somewhere by the lake. He looked a bit worn-out by the deep bags under his eyes but his wide smile said otherwise. Winston Schimdt was with him in all the photos, hair still perfectly gelled, spiking up in one direction. You wondered how much gel he always had to consume. And then felt sad for his sticky hair.

"Some time on Tuesday, I think." Then, you showed the photos to Nat who carelessly took the phone from your hands.

"Where on earth is this?"

You shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine. I couldn't even pin his location. It seems like he's literally off the radar."

"Maybe he's in a galaxy far, far away." Nat joked, remembering Peter's fondness for Star Wars. "What do you even do on a corporate retreat? Think about money?"

"I don't know but whatever it is, he says it'll help keep his mind off things." You said, leaving out the part that Peter was, dare you say, "lovesick." You honestly didn't mind telling it to her but you just knew that she'd ask you a bunch of questions you don't even know the answers to.

Nat nodded while scrolling mindlessly on your phone like it was her own. You tried to get it back but she gripped it tighter.

"Hope Bucky's taking care of you? Oh," she lifted her eyes back to yours, the light on your screen illuminating her smirking face, "he's taking care of you, alright. I heard you two haven't been able to keep your hands off each other. You're like... leeches."

"Ew. Think of another metaphor." You scrunched your nose up, cringing.

Nat took it way too seriously, thinking off into the far distance. "Barnacles on a boat?"

"No."

"Sorry, that's all I can think of."

You chuckled. "Where did you hear that, anyway?"

"I didn't."

"So, how did you — "

"Remember how you found out about me and Steve?" She cut you off.

You hid your face on your palms as soon as the realization dawned on you. "Oh no."

"Oh yes." She took another sip of her hot coffee, her eyes fixed on you. "Babydoll, you've been wearing him like a damn perfume since day one and you love it."

And just when you thought you had kept Bucky away from your mind, there he was again, slithering his way back. The images flashed back, like a montage in a romance film — however cliche that sounded.

"Well, I don't not love it." You shied away, looking down on your shoes which still had a tiny bit of mud from your previous running sessions.

"So, you two are dating now?"

You sheepishly nodded your head, avoiding her stare. You told her about that same day you had your meeting: Sam's confrontation and the conversation you and Bucky had that night. As much as you didn't want to put a label on things, and as much as you hated the god-awful "talk", you fat did it anyway, under the stars as you lied on your backs in that little tent of yours.

"Sometimes, I think," Bucky traced the stars in the pitch-black skies with his finger, "that the stars aligned for us." He finished by poking your nose which elicited a giggle from you. A weird sound you only used with Bucky, and for Bucky.

You turned around and wrapped your arm around his torso. "You're getting cheesier and cheesier each day, Mr. Barnes."

"You bring it out of me, doll." He chuckled.

"Hey, why do you call me doll?" You asked in a whisper. "I'm sure as hell do not look like one."

He looked at you and traced your jaw with his finger, the sensation sending shivers down your spine. "Dolls are sweet yet fun to play with. Remember when I made you that drink? You said it tasted fruity and minty — "

"Fruity and minty." You laughed, reminiscing.

"And I've never played with quite a doll before." Then, he met your eyes. "Then, you happened."

"When you say play, not like, playing with my feelings, right? 'Cause you know this doll can punch, James. I won't hesitate."

"Don't worry, y/n." he kissed the tip of your nose.

The word "dating" wasn't explicit at that moment, but you didn't need to, anyway. All you needed to hear from him was the next words he uttered:

"I won't give you any reason to."

"What have you guys been doing when you're not having sex, anyway?"

"Nat." You scolded but answered anyway. "We watch movies."

"Boring."

"Oh, you know what's a good movie?" You asked, ignoring Nat's little comment. "The Grand Budapest Hotel."

"It's Budapesht."

You tilted your head to the side, frowning. "I'm pretty sure it's Budapest. 'Cause y'know, Budapest is the Budabest."

"No. Budapesht." She insisted.

"Budapesht is the Budabesht?" She nodded. "Yeah, that doesn't sit right with me. I'm gonna stick with Budapest."

"Anyway... will you tell Peter about you two when he gets back from... wherever the hell he is?"

"Well, yeah of course. It's Parker." You replied, chewing your inner cheek. "But not right away." Bucky's words echoed in yours.

"Oh, you're gonna butter him up." Nat chuckled, finishing her cup of coffee. "I know how. Give him free drinks for life."

"Even if I wanted to, I can't 'cause last night was my last shift at the bar." You smiled proudly, thinking back to the last drink you ever made last night. Everyone was there to witness it — except Sam. When you sent the photos to Peter, you were bombarded with a series of questions that you promised to answer once he gets back.

"Oh, that reminds me!" Nat suddenly exclaimed, catching other people's attention, clearly annoyed with her. She stifled a giggle, looking away from them. "That reminds me." She said it quietly this time. "We're throwing you a little party tonight. Steve's idea."

"Like a surprise party?"

"Well, it's not a surprise anymore 'cause I blabbed. So, act surprised when you get there and finish up your presentation."

You posed no further questions, the idea of a surprise party warming your heart. You just smiled at Nat, and got back to the laptop screen. "Yes, ma'am."

Later that night, you did as you were instructed to do as you opened the door to the bar: act surprised. "Oh my god, you guys!" You exclaimed, putting on a wide smile on your face. The small party might have been a surprise but the decorations put up wasn't. Hanging from the ceiling on multiple threads were your photos which used to be on the walls.

Every single one of them.

Below were everyone waiting —Nat, Steve, Nick, Bucky and even Sam — and watching your reaction as you adored the whole set-up. Steve was the first one to approach you, enveloping you in a hug.

"Oh my god, Steve." You muttered, hugging him back.

"Surprised?"

"Not really." You pulled away. "A pretty little number may have told me." you said, looking over at Nat who already had a beer in her hand. She acknowledged you by winking.

"Natasha." Steve sighed, also looking at Nat. Caught, she turned around and took a big gulp of her beer.

You began to walk towards the little group; an odd combination of people, you might as well add. "This is amazing, Steve."

"The whole party was my idea but these photos?" He said, pushing you carefully towards Bucky's direction who took delight in your expression. "Was your man's."

You walked towards Bucky, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Hey, you."

"Hey, doll." He greeted, kissing your cheek. "Like the place?"

"Are you kidding me? I love it!" With your arm still around his neck, you admired the photos hanging from the ceiling once more. Bucky let you go, greeting the others as well.

Nick engulfed you in a hug, and whispered. "If he hurts you, I'll kick his ass."

You chuckled, ruffling his hair. "Nick, you can't even hurt a fly. But thanks, anyway. I'll be sure to keep that in mind."

"You better." He said. “We actually got acquainted while we were decorating the place. He's a good man, y/n. It's a good thing you didn't go out with me."

"If you want, I'll set you up with Parker." You joked.

"Ha-ha, you're a very funny girl."

With all the tables drawn towards one side of the bar, a big space on the center was in view, perfect for dancing or any kind of performance you could possibly think of. You all went towards one of the largest booths that could accommodate all of you. On the table were a bunch of American food — wings, fries, burger, you name it. And of course, cold beer.

While eating and finishing your first bottle of beer, you asked the group to settle a tiny debate, which Nat didn't like.

"It's Budapesht!" Nat exclaimed, insistent. A crack on her voice was evident.

"Budapest!" Nick boomed, downing his first bottle. "Don't you know how to spell? It's clearly Budapest!"

"I told you, it's not Budapesht! Budapesht is not the Budabest. Budapest is!" You argued with Nat, high-giving Nick. "Team Budapest for the win!"

"Take it easy there, honey." Bucky chuckled, grabbing you by the waist.

"Budapesht!"

"Budapest!" You and Nick exclaimed.

"I'm Russian, it's Budapesht!"

"Bup-bup-bup-bup." Sam butted in, one elbow on the table, a finger pointing up the ceiling. "If there's a swarm of termites in my house, do I call the pest control, or the pesht control?"

"Ha! Budapest wins!" You yelled which annoyed Nat to no end. She threw a stick of fries to your face. "Hey!"

"Come to Russia." She said in an accent. "I dare you."

You all broke out in a laugh.

After eating most of the food, Steve stood up, retrieving something from the back of the bar. When he came out, a big karaoke machine was wheeled in. "Rented this baby for a special occasion." Steve said proudly, slapping the top of the karaoke machine. On his other hand was "Who wants to go first?"

"Hell yeah, I'd go first!" Sam shouted.

You couldn't even begin to describe the first few hours of that night. Sam and Nick were the most wasted among all of us, quickly developing a weird friendship. They hogged the karaoke machine the most, singing duets, singing a LOT of Adele, and Lady Gaga. At one point, Sam even sang a Taylor Swift classic, We are Never Ever Getting Back Together, and made a weird "weeee" sound while singing the song which cracked you all up. Steve sang an old mellow song. Nat sang American Pie, her raspy voice blending all too well with the melody. The only people left who haven't got a chance to sing and dance on the floor were you and Bucky.

"Come on, you lovebirds!" Sam groaned, shoving the songbook in front of your faces.

The others joined in a chant, finally convincing you and Bucky. You stood up, hand in hand, and approached the machine. "Wait, before we start," Bucky said, holding up a bottle of beer, "let me raise a toast to the girl I like most — "

"Oh, Bucky."

"To y/n!" He said your name proudly, raising his bottle. The others did as well, saying your name.

"And to Steve!" You raised your own. "For having the guts to fire me."

"To Steve!"

"And to you," you turned towards Bucky, "for believing in me."

"Oh, cut the crap already!" Nat shouted, cupping her mouth with her hands. "Sing, bitches!"

And on cue, Bucky punched in some numbers. A familiar melody came out, which made you shake your head at Bucky. "Oh god no."

"You love this song!" Bucky said.

"No, you love this song!"

He started to sing the first verses and when he almost came to the chorus, he offered his hand. "Come on, doll. Sing it with me... Now, I've got you in my sights. With these..."

"Hungry eyes!" You finally gave him, letting him pull you towards his body so you can share the microphone.

"One look at you and I can't disguise!"

"I've got hungry eyes. I feel the magic between you and I!"

"I feel the magic between you and I!"

You continued to sing, your backs facing the door. Suddenly, another voice chimed in, making you and Bucky turn around.

"Hey, guys!" Peter closed the door behind him, dropping his bags on the floor. "What did I miss?"

✪

On a high-rise building in the Upper East Side, Tony Stark of Stark Industries sat on his office chair, looking over the never-sleeping New York City. He watched the cars and people go by, like watching ants do their work in an ant-farm. So tiny. He thought, happily sitting on his empire he had been building for decades. He watched in amusement as more and more car lights appeared. The hues of red and yellow looked like teeny little dots in his view, which reminded him of stars, making himself the glimmering moon which stood high up on the skies, unreachable yet adored by the many.

A knock on the door interrupted his high. "Come in." Tony said.

A tall figure walked in, with legs that could go for miles and with hair as golden as the sun. "Sir." He spoke.

Tony didn't turn around in his chair, rather he looked at the tall glass windows in front of him. The city lights became blurry. All Tony could see now was his reflection staring back at him, and Jarvis'. He glanced at Jarvis on his right, then back at his own. "Jarvis." He acknowledged. "You have something for me, I believe."

"Yes, sir." Jarvis replied, the English accent heavy on his tone. "But I'm afraid you're not going to like it."

A frown started to form on Tony's face. "James?"

"Yes, sir." The tall blonde replied.

Bucky had been missing quite some appointments with potential partners and investors. Not that he did most of the work, anyway. He would sit in on meetings on end, letting his assistant or Leonard, his concierge, deal with the negotiations. In the end, Bucky gets most of the profit "running" the hotel. He was merely a figure, a presence needed for signatures on piles of papers. But he would know if he was being undermined, if he was being scammed. He knew how to handle business but he just chooses not to. No one knew this, of course, not even Peter; except the parties involved on Bucky's side and Tony Stark. Tony lets it slide, only because the White Wolf had been improving the past years but God did he hate that name.

"I gave you that hotel and no way in hell are you changing the name." Tony sternly said. They were eating dinner at a fancy restaurant in the Upper East Side.

Bucky's treat to butter him up for his good news. Well, good news for Bucky but not so much for Tony.

"I knew you'd say that." Bucky replied. "That's why I went ahead and scrapped the old name and changed it into something new while the renovation was happening."

"Oh, James." Tony sighed, his knife stopping midway through the juicy steak. "What's the name?"

"White Wolf."

"Oh for fuck's sakes."

"Mr. Stark?" Jarvis repeated for the third time, finally grabbing Tony's attention.

"Sorry." He replied. "So, what is it? What did you find?"

"Mr. Barnes has been seeing a girl."

Tony rolled his eyes and finally turned around in his chair, looking at Jarvis. "He's always seeing girls."

"I'm afraid it's different this time, sir. It's why he's been missing a lot of meetings lately. And it's just not a girl." He said.

"Apparently, she's Peter's best friend."

"Huh, that's a twist. Around Peter's age?"

"Yes."

"That is new."

"But that's not all, sir. I'm afraid James is getting acquainted with Mr. Rogers once more."

Tony's body stiffened. Eyes unblinking. "Rogers? Steve Rogers? Are you sure?"

"A hundred percent. This girl James has been seeing is an employee of Mr. Rogers. Some kind of bar underneath an apartment building on the Upper West Side."

Tony frowned. "I thought Rogers had been taken care of."

"He was, sir. This was just some... big coincidence."

"It's a big mistake." He spoke. "I need you to keep an eye on James and pull out Rogers' files. Find anything — everything you can about this new life of his."

"Understood, sir. How about the girl?"

Tony frowned, not seeing anything wrong with it. "I won't worry about it too much. If he falls in love, then that's good." His eyes flickered to the photo of Peter's mom who passed away years ago. "I mean, I did before."

"Alright, sir. I'll be heading out now."

He nodded, watching Jarvis walk away from him. "Jarvis."

Jarvis stopped in his tracks and turned around to face his boss once more. "James can never know, Vis. He can never know."

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Taron Fic - Working Title (Chapter Seven)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

So I somehow found the juice to finish this filler chapter that has been sitting for 8 months. I have more to come. I do not plan on abandoning ship but the creativity tank has been on empty so please bear with me.

Enjoy.

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Richard sat nursing his second pint while Taron waved the server over to order his 4th. It had been a few hours since they left the lot and it was clear that whatever Taron needed to talk about was anything but light. Neither had said much since they had arrived at the pub. Richard sat patiently, waiting for Taron to open up but it had been at least a half-hour since either of them said anything. You could almost hear his brain in-process mode, he was clearly trying to find the best way to broach the subject.

“I have a daughter” he finally blurted.

Richard’s head jerked around to face Taron quicker than he thought possible.

“Come again Mate?”

Taron laughed humorlessly as he took a large drink from his glass.

“Yeah” He paused to wipe the beer off his upper lip and collect his thoughts before he continued

“I have a daughter” He said just as plainly “A 4-year-old daughter to be exact” Richard was shocked, he had no idea what to say or where to begin. He knew something had been bothering his new friend ever since the night of the mixer but this was the last thing he expected it to be.

“T, I am confused. What do you mean you have a daughter?”

“Adelaide” he said simply before raising his now empty glass to the waitress as she walked by, signaling he wanted another. “Just over 5 years ago, she and I were together. We had been together for 6 years. Tilly had introduced us when we were like 10-”

Richard’s eyes widened with realization as a long-forgotten memory came rushing to him, but Taron was too lost in telling the story to notice. He was unsure if he should share the memory with his friend or keep to himself that he had met his daughter once a couple of years ago in LA, it was just after he had met Adelaide, they had run into each other at the grocery store one weekend. Adelaide had introduced Richard to a then-toddler aged Eleanor.

He shook away the thought, he would tell Taron but not today.

“Even from the start we always flirted with each other, we were each other's first real crushes, but we didn’t start dating right away. I think deep down we both knew that once whatever we had going on between us started, that would be it, we would never have another, or love another but we couldn’t fight it for long and the inevitable happened, we started dating and that was it. We were always together, never one without the other but not in that annoying way. We were still our own people, but we were so much better together.”

“So what happened?” Richard was engrossed in the story.

“She disappeared” He shrugged nonchalantly even though Richard knew the memory had to kill him every time he thought about it “I came home from the last day of filming the first Kingsman to a quiet flat. She took everything of hers that she could, a lot had been left behind but everything she could take, she did and that was it.”

He pulled out his wallet, pulling out the note Adelaide had left behind. “This is all she left as an explanation” he handed it to Richard.

“I am still confused Mate” Richard said as he handed the note back “She just left? She didn’t stay so you guys could raise your child together?”

Richard was truly confused by the situation. He and Adelaide were not the closest but they had kept in contact over the years since they had met. They’d meet up for drinks when Richard was in LA, text on birthdays and holidays but they never formed the tightest bonds. He would never guess she would knowingly cause someone this much pain.

Taron began explaining what Adelaide had told him, how she was scared he would leave everything he worked hard for behind for her and their child, how she didn’t want to be the reason for him doing something he would regret further down the road. How she was just plain scared at the moment.

Now maybe Richard could understand the situation a little more.

“Wow, I still have no idea what to say” he needed another drink after this.

“Love” he grabbed the waitress’s attention “can I get another pint and we’re gonna need two whisky shots each please”. They both needed something a little stronger.

“So what are you going to do? I assume you want to be in your daughter’s life” Taron nodded “do you still want Adelaide in yours? Do you still have feelings for her?”

Taron did not have to think at all about the first part of the question.

“Of course I want to be a part of her life. I have already missed out on 4 years of it, I can’t miss out on anymore.”

“And Adelaide?”

“I’ll always love her” He paused.

Taron was quiet for a few moments. His mind still running in overdrive.

“I went over to her place the other night” he confessed; Richard raised an eyebrow in question. “After the mixer, it was late, and I just called her. She was awake, and I asked if I could come over. There was nothing sexual about it” he gave Richard a look before he even said anything.

“I was going to ask; I didn’t want to assume” he thanked the waitress as she set the drinks down.

“I don’t know mate” the boys took their first shot, both slightly wincing at the taste “I just needed to hold her. She literally disappeared from my life. Gone. I did everything I could possibly do to find her. I went to her Grans, to Tilly’s. I went to places we hung out, our favorite places. I called her more times than I can even count, I sent her bloody emails. I left voicemails every few days for well over a year but eventually, I had to stop. I had to accept she was not coming back. I had to accept I wouldn’t get closure.” Taron had to wipe at the few tears that fell.

“Before that, I never understood actual heartbreak. I had seen my parents’ separate and I had seen the pain that brought but now I was feeling my own. I threw myself into work, I took on everything I could get my hands on. Thinking back, I feel like a lot of it was because of her. I wanted to make sure she couldn’t forget me, that she wouldn’t be able to get away from the fact that she just left.” Taron paused, a vengeful look in his eyes at the thought but it was lost as he ran his hand over his face with a sigh.

“Then there she was. Really her, not some glitch in the matrix that my mind manifested to torture me.” He paused again. Trying to wrap his mind around it. “I don’t know mate. It’s like my body knew she was close, and I needed to feel her, even if it was just sleeping in each other’s arms.”

“And that’s all that happened?”

“Yeah, until I woke up a little while later.” He shook his head at the still-fresh memory, he knew he was not wrong for getting angry about the situation but that did not mean he felt great about what happened or what he said.

“She is staying at her Grans place, a home we spent a lot of time at in our adolescence until we moved in together. The house is very familiar to me. I went down for a drink and it didn’t take long to notice the kids toys in the corner, a stuffed animal on the couch, and then I found Eleanor’s room and realized that they have been coming to England to visit her Gran and Tilly, and I kind of lost it.” The boys took their second shot when Taron made another pause in his story.

“She woke up and found me in Eleanor’s room” He paused again and smiled to himself at the mention of his daughter “that’s her name, Eleanor. She found me in her room, lost in thoughts of what could have been while I held one of her dolls, just trying to feel close to this little girl I didn’t know yet but already loved so much. She said something and I honestly cannot even remember what it was now. I was so overcome with anger and then we fought, well it was more of me yelling than anything.”

“I just don’t...” He sounded so broken. “Fuck...I just want to put this behind me. I want to move past this anger and have a relationship with my daughter”

“You can mate but you need to remember that you just found this news out. You need to give yourself time to process it and you’re allowed to be angry or feel hurt.” Richard patted his friend’s arm.

“I have no doubt that you are going to be an amazing father. That little girl has no idea what is in store for her.” Taron could not keep the smile off his face. He’d always wanted to be a father; since the day Rosie was born.

When he saw Adelaide hold his baby sister for the first time, he knew it then. Adelaide knew when she watched Rosie’s tiny hand wrap around Taron’s finger. That night as they laid in Adelaide’s bed at her Grans, they had their first real discussion about having children. Both laughing at the thought, both thinking it would be a lifetime before parenthood would make its way into their lives.

The boys were quiet again. Taron’s body beginning to buzz with warmth from the alcohol, he knew if he ordered anymore he would be in trouble with Dex tomorrow, showing up for blocking hungover.

“I think it might be time to call it mate. We both have early days tomorrow and neither of us is going to be any good if we get pissed tonight” Richard raised his almost empty glass, clearly reading Taron’s mind. They cheered before they both finished off their drinks.

The boys paid their tab and made their way outside.

“Sleep on it mate.” Richard dropped his hand on his friend’s shoulder “Think about what is best for you and your daughter and your relationship with her mother. You have a lot of people around you that will be there to support you, but you need to do what you think is best.”

Taron hugged his friend tightly.

“Thanks mate. See you tomorrow”

The boys parted.

As Taron leaned against the wall waiting on his train his phone pinged with a text.

Doll:

I’m sorry about this afternoon.

Doll:

I’m just trying to figure this all out.

Taron:

Will she really be here in 3 weeks?

Adelaide sighed; she assumed he must have heard some of the conversation with her mom, she had a feeling it was the reason for him leaving set early. She took a deep breath before she replied.

Doll:

Yes. I wanted some time to settle and to talk to you before they came.

Taron:

Okay

Was all Taron replied with. He had 3 weeks to get everything figured out.

To be continued

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[harrysgloves]

Let Your Hair Down (chapter iii)

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word count: word count: 1,624

story summary: Harry gets more than he bargains for when he falls not only for you but your little girl as well.

chapter summary: You run into Harry again when you least expect it but when you need him the most. 

warnings: language as per usual.

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It'd been three weeks since the cookout at Mitch and Sarah's. Three weeks since you had made the big move and three weeks of being absolutely lost every single time you left your apartment. You had no idea how people got around in this damn city but you suspected them all of being wizards. There's no way someone could figure out how to use the subway and not know magic. You had already taken the wrong one 3 times on the way to drop Thea off to her first day at her new school and if you didn't find out where you were going in the next hour you'd be late not only to drop her off but to your new job as well.

"Okay, sunshine let's get going before momma gets us lost again and you're late." You said as you handed her the breakfast muffin and juice box you had ordered for her at the Starbucks you managed to stumble upon. You wanted to take her out to a nice breakfast, somewhere that had pancakes, which were her favorite, as a celebratory meal before her first day but unfortunately you getting lost 3 times meant you had to quickly change your plans.

She nodded as she took a bite of the muffin you were regretting giving to her in the first place. It looked like it had definitely seen better days but she was hungry and you had no time to stop and get a better meal. At least your 5 shot espresso iced latte was decent and it would definitely kick your ass in gear.

You started to frantically look in purse for your phone as you both walked down the crowded street. You knew you just had it and the address for her school was in your phone notes. There was no way you were going to make it there without that damn address and your stress level was rising the more you searched and couldn't find it.

"Momma," Thea said as she tugged on your pinstriped pantsuit. "Harry!"

"Yes baby I know we're in a hurry but if I don't find my phone we're definitely not making it there in time." You were half-listening to her. Your heart slamming against your chest as anxiety bubbled up in you. You had everything in your phone. Including the address to get to your apartment because you still had no idea how to get there on your own yet.

"No Momma. Harry not hurry!" She huffed right as you found your phone and pulled it out of your purse. Your sigh of relief was cut short though as you walked face-first into someone. Of course this day just had to get worse and worse.

"Oh my god." You shrieked as the contents of your purse went everywhere. Your drink spilling all down the person you walked into but managed by some luck to not get all over you.

"I'm so so sorry!" You bent down quickly trying to desperately shove everything back into your purse, not even looking at the person. Embarrassment wasn't even close to the right word. You were on the verge of tears, you just wanted today to be perfect and so far it had been complete shit.

"I promise I'll pay for dry cleaning or even buy you a new shirt or something." You rambled, your words running together as you quickly picked up your business card holder so they could get a hold of you and you could repay them for the shirt or get it cleaned for them.

"Here you go." You said, taking out a card and standing up, finally getting a good look at the person you ran into.

"Oh my god." You muttered under your breath. Fuck your life. You just had to run into him. Had to, because of course your luck was shit. If you thought you were embarrassed before you definitely were now. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and you hated yourself for being the type of person who literally cried over any small inconvenience.

You're a strong bitch, do not cry. Do not cry. DO NOT CRY. Your brain chanted over and over again as you stood dumbfounded in front of Harry.

"Well, I'm going to go die of embarrassment over there so…" You trailed off as you handed him your business card and tried to move around him but Thea kept you firmly in your place.

"Momma, Harry can help us find my school." She suggested before she took the last bite of her breakfast muffin as she peered up to Harry. Basically pleading with him to save her from your almost meltdown with her big doe eyes.

"I'm sure Harry is very busy sweetheart." You said trying to choke back all the emotions that were starting to get the best of you. You didn't want to admit you needed help, your pride always seemed to get in the way.

"'S not a problem," Harry said softly. His voice sounding like it was begging you to just let him help. You let out a small sigh before nodding your head in agreement and showing him the address on your phone.

"My GPS kept saying it was around a corner but when I get there it says rerouting." You huffed. "I've already managed to get us lost 3 times on that stupid subway, don't think I could take getting lost one more time." You admitted with your eyes firmly kept on the phone screen but you could feel his stare burning into you.

"Just the next street over is all." He said turning around and taking Thea's now empty muffin wrapper in his one hand, so he could hold her hand with his free one.

"Come on, I'll walk you to make sure you don't get lost again." He started to walk with Thea a few steps in front of you before you quickly caught up to them. She gave Harry the rundown of your disastrous morning but then moved on to tell him how excited she was to start school.

"Momma says that they have a playground and I'll get to play on it if I'm good and listen to my teacher." She beamed. She had been talking about recess since she first found out she was able to go to kindergarten.

"Well, I guess you better make sure to listen to your teacher so you can play today." A smile crept up on his face as Thea started swinging their hands back and forth together. She did a little skip as she agreed with Harry.

It wasn't even 10 minutes later and you were finally standing in front of her school. You bent down to her level and gave her a tight hug, kissing her on her cheek.

"Okay baby girl, tell me the rules." You said pulling back from her and adjusting the backpack straps on her shoulders.

"Don't be a jerk." You smiled as you heard Harry laugh behind you two. She was right it was one of your top rules for her, be a nice person.

"Share my toys with anyone who wants to borrow them." She continued the list and held up a perfectly painted purple finger every time she listed the next rule.

"Only you pick me up from school unless my teacher says so." Another finger popped into the air.

"No getting in cars with strangers." You nodded encouragingly, knowing she was doing a great job remembering everything you've drilled her on over the past month.

"And give momma lots of kisses cause she'll miss me a whole lot." She said holding up all five fingers before throwing herself at you, almost making you lose balance on your heels, as she hugged you tightly and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

"Good job baby now go have fun and learn lots of stuff." You smiled down to her as you stood and she turned making her way to the school door. She turned around one last time and waved goodbye to you and Harry before marching up the steps towards the door.

"Make good choices!" You yelled after her, your voice cracking a bit. You were having a harder time than you wanted to admit letting her go even if you knew she had to grow up at some point.

Your eyes started to blur with tears as you watched her baby blue backpack disappear through the double doors. You wanted so desperately to hide your emotions like you always did but the second Harry placed a hand on your shoulder a small sob escaped you. Making him pull you in for a full hug.

"She'll be fine." He said hugging you tightly and even though you didn't want to admit it, the smell of him was calming you down. You laid your forehead against his chest as you got yourself to finally stop crying but you pulled back suddenly.

"Shit, I'm going to have coffee all over my face for my first day." You sighed but laughed at the state of his shirt. "Really sorry about that. I'll have it dry cleaned. I'd buy you a new one but I know damn well it probably cost more than my rent." You pulled back from him and immediately missed the warmth even if he was covered in coffee.

He laughed, shaking his head, making his messy brown curls sway back and forth with the motion.

"Let's get you to work." He smirked, knowing that you couldn't turn down his help now. Knowing he finally had you talking to him for longer than 5 minutes. You gulped before nodding, after all it couldn't hurt to be friendly, right?

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[trillian-anders]

chicken noodle soup

pairing: chef!bucky x plus!reader

warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff, a little angst. just a dash.

word count: 1779

description: chef!au; bucky makes you chicken noodle soup when you’re sick, and you guys have a talk. 

note: i’m extremely sick and this is what i wrote, i needed a little comfort. if you have a request for the next dish, let me know loves.

just a taste masterlist

You watched the corded muscles of his back from your spot on the sofa. His right arm moving up and down, steadily chopping carrots as the garlic and onions sweat in a large pot on the stove. His left arm, something you still didn’t ask him about, mottled skin covered with blooming flowers, a rosary, whisping into a vintage pinup girl that posed on his forearm, hands tangled in her hair as she arched her back against the flowers behind her as if laying in a field of flowers. 

His left arm held down the vegetable, knuckles facing the knife as he cut the carrots into thick pieces, practiced fingers running against the blade before he switched hands, left moving not quite as steadily, but still practiced. 

You were sure your apartment smelled delicious, if only you could smell it. 

He came over even though you’d told him not to. Last night when you’d stumbled in your front door after a very draining workweek. The winter deadline met, first quarter final report submitted and a head pounding and nose clogged you’d collapsed onto your couch with a bottle of NyQuil. Dead to the world. 

He’d called worried, you’d been telling him you hadn’t felt well all week. “You need to rest babydoll,” He scolded, you’d rolled your eyes on the phone with him, your heart warming with the concern laced in his voice, toeing your socks off before slipping under the covers. “Stark can go a day or two without you.”

“After this week ends,” You said, “I just have to meet Friday’s deadline and then I’ll rest.” Friday had happened, and everything was done. And you collapsed on your sofa. Resting. 

His call came in two hours after you’d fallen asleep, a groggy, “Hi baby.” And he sighed, 

“I’m coming over.” You snuggled deeper into the cushions of the sofa you’d spent way too much money on, suddenly appreciating how large and soft it was. 

“I’ll be fine,” You croaked, “Really.” But you could already hear his keys in his hand. 

The food truck had been doing really well, well enough that Bucky and Sam hired some extra help. A kid named Peter who needed an after school job that would just handle plating and taking money while Sam or Bucky cooked, finally giving them enough time off between them to start seriously looking for commercial space for their restaurant. Something Bucky had been giddy about for weeks. 

“I told Sam I needed tomorrow off,” He said, toeing off his boots by the front door. Your sleepy face peering at him from behind the blankets pulled up to your nose. “But I’ll have to work Sunday.” He had a large paper bag he’d set on the counter before padding over to you and pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

“You really didn’t have to come,” Your nose stuffed and red, a pile of discarded tissues next to you on the coffee table and reruns of Survivor playing on TV. He rolled his eyes, picking the snotty mess of tissues up and saying, 

“When’s the last time you ate?” You didn’t know. “Here.” A glass of orange juice and a glass of water, “You need liquids.” You sniffled and he ran his fingers best he could through your tangled hair. “Wouldn’t you rather be in bed?” 

“I’m comfy here.” You mumbled, eyes half lidded. He nods, brushing his thumb across your cheek, 

“Sleep babydoll, I’ll wake you up to eat.” 

He’d refilled your water, the small sips for your scratchy throat was a marvel. He’d placed a pack of honey cough drops and a new bottle of NyQuil on the coffee table. There was a multi-pack of tissues sitting still in the plastic beside them. The tv had been turned down to a quiet amble. He was listening to some kind of podcast in the kitchen. 

He poured a box of chicken broth into the large pot. A smaller pot next to it cooking egg noodles. A ginger root sat idly beside the stove. 

You knew Bucky loved to cook, he loved making you things you’d never tried before, he’d love to experiment with flavors and you were his own personal guinea pig to try new recipes. They were trying to nail down their menu after all. But he would also make the best comfort food that warmed your very soul.

He knew exactly what you needed and when you needed it. And this soup, as stuffy and clogged, as your head pounded and your body ached, you needed this soup. 

He stirred, a strand of hair falling into his eyes. It must be late. He’d changed into pajamas. The loose sweats and t-shirt wasn’t what he was wearing when he first arrived. He must have felt your eyes on him, turning to look at you as you pulled your lips into a chapped smile. He laughed softly, 

“You look so pathetic.” He joked, pulling a bowl from the cabinet. 

“I am.” You whined, rubbing your head against the pillow, comfortably watching him scoop some noodles into the bowl before ladling the broth on top. Chicken, carrots, celery, mushrooms, a bit of grated ginger, the broth was dark from some soy sauce. Red pepper flakes mixed in and garnished with cilantro. “Spicy Asian chicken noodle soup.” The broth hit your nose and you could almost feel your sinuses clear then. “You’ll be able to breathe again by the end of this.” His socked toes meeting yours as he curled up next to you, sitting you up and handing you the bowl. “I know you like spice.”

It was so fucking good. Runny nose be damned. You hadn’t realized how hungry you actually were. A bowl was finished, and then a second. His fingers tracing up and down your spine while you ate. 

“If you’re not feeling better by Sunday, you should call out on Monday.” The soup had been packed and stored in your fridge. The noodles separate from the broth. “Stark can afford to go one day without you. You have those sick days for a reason.” You know. You know. 

His arm wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you tight into his chest. 

“I’m gonna get you sick.” You mumbled into his soft well worn shirt. His fingers massage your scalp, your eyes drooping. 

“I’ll be fine,” He pressed his lips to your head, “Don’t worry about me. Sleep sweetheart.” 

And you did. 

“So next week Steve is coming up from DC for the weekend.” Bucky called from the kitchen, heating up the leftover soup from last night, “If you’re feeling better by then we were going to go out to dinner, he’s been asking about you and Sam and I think it would be good for you to meet him if you can.” Steve. The other part of the trio.

Bucky had told you they were inseparable once, meeting in basic training the three of them becoming quick friends. Their paths crossed a year after, the three of them chosen to be part of a special ops squad that moved mostly undercover. It didn’t need to be said that the story behind his left arm was buried there somewhere. But he wasn’t ready for that yet. And that’s okay. 

“If you’d like me to.” Honestly it gave you anxiety. You and Bucky hadn’t really had the talk yet, the two of you not even breaching the conversation having sex after spending the majority of the last month together. There was making out, kissing, and a lot of it. But if he wanted you to meet 

Steve it must mean something right?

But there was still this paranoia, this little niggling in your brain that made you feel like the rug was going to be pulled from beneath you. Just like it had before. 

How many times had you been really into a guy and when it came to the point, in what you thought was a relationship, to meet his friends or family he was suddenly really shady about it. A guy had literally told you once, “My friends would make fun of me if I dated a fat girl.” That had been a heavy blow. 

And you know you’re beautiful, you know you’re smart, and you know that you can survive on your own. But you didn’t want to anymore. You wanted to start working towards a partner, possibly getting married, maybe having or adopting kids. And Bucky seemed so perfect. A little too perfect. 

“Of course I want you to.” Meet Steve. The bowl was carefully handed to you while he settled down next to you with his own bowl. “Why wouldn’t I want you to?” The soup was just as good as you remembered it from last night. It had been late, almost one am when the two of you cuddled up on the couch and cleared your sinuses for the first time in a week. 

You shrug, spooning more of the spicy salty broth into your mouth. He gives you a strange look, “You’re my girlfriend,” Brow scrunched, “Girlfriends typically meet their boyfriend’s friends.” Your chapped lips parted and closed, “I mean I know we never like, officially, said anything, but… I thought you knew we were together.” His voice sounded a little sad. His eyes meet yours, placing his bowl on the coffee table. 

You shook your head, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know if you wanted to--” You sighed heavily, “I’m sorry. No, we are together.” 

“Did you think we weren’t?” The bowl was taken from your hands and gently placed beside his on the coffee table, grasping your cold hands in his. 

“I… I didn’t know,” It was hard to look at him, “Sometimes, it’s just…”

“I’m sorry I didn’t make it more clear what my intentions were.” His voice level and reassuring, “I want to be with you, I want to be your boyfriend.” Your eyes glassy. Your period was probably going to start soon, to be fair. You’d cried during Masterchef earlier when the girl had burned her sauce. It had been devastating. 

“No, I’m sorry.” You shook your head, “Communication goes both ways and I just didn’t think to ask.” In case you said no. He softly pressed his lips to yours, 

“Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?” You sniffle, 

“You’re gonna get sick.” Bucky rolls his eyes, smiling, 

“Are you gonna answer my question or not?” You bit a little dry skin off your bottom lip before nodding, 

“Yes.” 

The next weekend had been at his own apartment, his stuffy nose and watery coughs a mimic of yours. The dinner with Steve would have to wait. 

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[chaoticspacefam]

2020 In Review: Wordcount Tag

I was tagged for this by @actualanxiousswampwitch​ , thank you! I’m not sure who’s already done or been tagged for this cause I am, once again, late to the party LOL but I shall (no pressure and sorry if you’ve already done it!) tag: @rainofaugustsith​ , @darth-bagel​ , @thatmmolesbian​ , @thelastenvoyyy​ and anybody else who wants to do this. Yes, I promise I mean you!

Words: 45,314

Published: 0 (I’m not counting the couple of Six Sentence tags I’ve gotten, they’re snippets of an unfinished piece & are included below instead :), or roleplay replies, cause that feels like cheating lol.) I actually wrote a lot more than I thought I had, this is a rough guesstimate as well, as my oneshot WIPs tend to be all over the place across something like 6 different documents, some of which have existed since 2018, so I had to guess at how far up to count from the end for some of them, but I think it’s a fair guesstimate XD I also have included lore/worldbuilding docs in this because that was a 3-month long Lockdown 1.0 Boredom/”Canon is a trash fire so I’m ignoring that and making up my own lore” passion project and I’m goddamn proud of how much I wrote for that. It’s the most I’ve written in one stretch (think I finished it over a span of 3 nights or so, once I’d done all the research and made all the notes ofc ^^)

Not Published: 45,314

The Breakdown:

swtor - 45,314

for creeping shadows (my main longfic/part one of the subterfugeverse series) - 1,553  - Aria, stop being difficult! *shakes fists* XD

oneshots - 16,223

lore/worldbuilding (for subterfugeverse naturally) - 23,001 (is this ALL tomato alien lore? pretty much, yes, yes it is :’D ~400 words is “the WIP reworked timeline to correlate my worldbuilding with the canon timeline that was released”, but 98% is just...me thinking way too much about Purebloods and how they deserved way better goddamn lore. I blame @fluffynexu ‘s amazing tomato worldbuilding posts,  reading them when I went looking for “canon” lore one day for the rp is what got me started down that rabbithole (it’s awesome and if you haven’t already you should totally go check hers out too :DD), I had a “fuck you then canon I’ll do it myself too >:L” moment and once I started I couldn’t stop until I’d crapped out literally over 20k words on the subject *whispering* thank you LOL)

zephyrverse au bonus oneshots - 4,537 (stuff I wrote to fill in time gaps or “just cause I had a plot bunny”, relating to mine and k-christine’s zephyrverse au rp. None of these will likely be posted publicly, but they still deserve to be counted as words I wrote this year :’D

As you can see, most of my “muse” this year came from sporadic oneshots :’D The Ahaszaai twins also properly plot-bunnied their way into my brain in late 2019 and haven’t stopped making a nuisance of themselves the whole fucking year. Every time I tried to carry on with a chapter, one of the two of them would pop up like “Nooo write about ME! pay attention to ME!” - Yes, Ni’kasi, I will get to you this year, I promise XD

New Things I Tried:

Just Writing. Not worrying about whether “it wasn’t part of the next chapter” or “it comes from a part in the story that I’m nowhere near close to posting yet”. If I felt like writing something, or for a specific pairing/feeling/scene, whatever. I wrote until I ran outta muse juice. Yeah, it meant I didn’t technically “finish” anything this year BUT - the important thing is I wrote stuff. and that’s all that really matters, eh? :’D

Polyam ships! May not seem like a big deal but I spent a long time talking myself out of them because of internalised toxic monogamy and finally saying “you know what, fuck it! I can ship three or more people together and it can still be a perfectly wholesome, healthy and loving relationship and that’s okay” was a BIG thing for me this year.

Dialogue Scripts: which I didn’t count as wordcount because really it’s just word vomit of general tone/inflection and dialogue that I came up with right before falling asleep which I didn’t want to lose. Basically, if an exchange or a particularly punchy or moving line of dialogue popped into my brain but I wasn’t ready to write the whole scene that it fit into out, but didn’t want to forget the line(s). I wrote it out in movie script/script-style roleplay fashion e.g. Character’s Name: (emotion, hand gestures etc.) [Dialogue here] and so on. I know this is probably a well known trick of the trade, but I never took it seriously until this year. Seriously, do it. It’s great.

Favorite Thing I Wrote:

Hmmm, a snippet for Andronikos/Ni’kasi that I started this week which isn’t posted yet (saving it for this week’s Six Sentence Sunday so look out for it! :D) was pretty fun to work on, I love their dynamic and Kas is suprisingly fun to write for.

Also the Aria/Vano proposal scene that I posted a snippet for the week before last. I’m having great fun with that scene, and I really enjoy putting a non-serious spin on the classic “proposal scene” tropes. Can’t wait to finish it, though it may be a while before the full one goes up on AO3, as it depends whether it ends up fitting in as part of the mainfic or as an additional oneshot

And I have a D’leah/Kissai oneshot that I need to give another once-over before I finally yeet it onto AO3 and Tumblr for you guys to see :’D

Favorite Fic I Read:

@sleepswithvillains Eleanora/Quinn fic, Helplessly Hoping. I’m horribly behind on chapters and I gotta catch up and read the finale this week, but it’s been a helluva great ride and I’ve thoroughly enjoyed the story! <3

Also The Invitation collab with @tishinada featuring Zas and Fiona had me squealing, I can’t wait to catch up on HH and see more of these two, they’re adorable ;-; @a-muirehen​ ‘s Relu/Merkara series of course! I’m a complete sucker for (friends to lovers to in Ariano’s case but yea pfpfpf) enemies to lovers ships and these two are just so good, I am on the edge of my seat every time we get a new snippet for them, ngl (grimace emoji) @darth-bagel ‘s Sylvas/Graz’zt and Sylvas/Liz/Rilfaen snippets which they’ve been spoiling me with on Discord @mercurypilgrim ‘s Ven’fir/Quinn AU oneshots, Cloudbank (Western was a particular favourite, but all are very good!) and of course @rainofaugustsith ‘s Lana/Viri updates are always fantastic, some personal favourites from this year were Almost There & Memory of Healing :3 (I totally still go back to read Commander & Advisor too sometimes, getting to see Viri be a little diabolical and messing with “MiNiSTeR LoRMaN!” was and still is my favourite thing XD)

If I’ve left you out I’m sorry!! These were the ones that stuck out in my memory, but I’ve loved everyone’s writing this year, it’s been great :3

Writing Goals:

to actually finish and post chapter 8 & 9 of Creeping Shadows. Then we’ll get to the meat and potatoes of the story and maybe Aria will stop being a brat and fighting me every time I try to stick to a semi-regular update schedule Get off my butt, finalise the name and get started on Ni’kasi’s part of the Subterfugeverse story. Maybe run the updates in-tandem with Creeping Shadows but idk if I want to wait till after CS is done before I start posting Kas’s side, or do them side-by-side yet, we’ll see ;) Keep writing! I know better than to pressure myself by setting a specific word count goal, that’s never worked well in the past

At least 2 chapters of each of the works mentioned above would be great though, more would be better! We’ll see how I go

Words of Thanks:

honestly, to everybody in the fandom I’ve met this year. Anybody that I follow, thank you for being there and engaging with me and/or posting amazing content for me to look at! I came over from deviantART where the SWTOR fandom is incredibly small and generally quite inactive and the contrast since moving over here has been incredibly uplifting. I very nearly cancelled Creeping Shadows and stopped posting fic for my SWTORverse altogether because I got next to no engagement on dA and it was very disheartening to the point where I felt I could enjoy the game and the rp partners I had, but the solo projects I’d put so much thought, time and love into already weren’t worth continuing. You guys took that spark and kept it going and I really don’t have enough words to say how grateful I am for that. Even if I haven’t published much this year, making posts on this tumblr, interacting with everyone and working on lore, plot points and so on for Subterfugeverse has kept me going through the Hellish Year of Nightmares that was 2020 <3

to the amazing new friends I’ve made in this past year, who have listened to me ramble about headcanons, character backstories, writing snippets (and rambled/sent some back), keep being awesome: @walk-ng-d-saster , @darth-bagel , @kyber-heart , @deepseacritter , @thedinalixlegacy to further friends and meme tag buddies, I get so excited every time I see a mention for a new meme or ask game in my inbox, so thank you!! : @mimabeann , @palepinkycat , @a-master-procrastinator , @raven-of-domain-kwaad , @actualanxiousswampwitch , @thatmmolesbian , @a-muirehen to my regular commentors/rebloggers/likers/askbox lurkers, I see every one of you and every time your users pop up I grin like a kid in a toy shop: @starlightjedi , @sparkles-and-rust , @wilvarin-chan , @sunsetofdoom , @ask-an-andalite , @thelastenvoyyy . @lyrishadow and more because Tumblr only goes so far back and I have the memory of Swiss Cheese. If you regularly comment, like, reblog, or anything, from me, know that I see you, and I love and appreciate you for it! <3

I couldn’t possibly remember to tag everyone and I promise if I missed you out it’s not because I hate you! Anxiety just sometimes be a bitch and I don’t wanna look like a clown calling someone a “friend” if I’m not explicitly sure we are, in fact, friends. I think you’re all awesome and I’m so glad to have moved over here and met you all <3

#long post #wordcount year review tag #elven's writing: stats #repost bc i goofed some links woops sorry everyone #^^; #will i eventually post any of this stuff? yes! #i will. i just...don't know *when* the time will be right for most of it hahaha #the only bits i won't post are the zephyrverse-specific oneshots cause i just don't feel like i want to #but everything else will (eventually) in some capacity be thrown into the void for all of you to read #shameless friend appreciation post #shameless mutual and follower appreciation post #<3 #swtor sort of

[meganshinsou-tm]

she’s my kind of rain. (f)

☙ pairing: shouto x reader

☙ theme:  kiss in the rain

☙  cw/tw: profanity, tooth rotting fluff, shouto in love

☙  a/n-request:  So, in replacement of that Shouto smut from forever ago (which I scrapped), I wrote this at like 2am after hearing 'She's My Kind of Rain by Tim McGraw' and immediately imagining Shouto being so in love. So yeah - hope you enjoy!

Shouto watched closely as you ate your meal. Gazed at the piece of hair that fell in your face and how your fingers delicately tucked it behind your ear. How your white teeth gleamed as you talked about something funny that happened at work. When you took a sip of orange juice, his two-toned eyes drifted down to watch the tip of your tongue lick your pink lips clean. All night he was enamored even if you were sitting in a cozy dinner at 2am in casual warm clothes, but it wasn’t just tonight.

No. It was every day, every night. Every second, minute and hour.

The two of you had been dating a little over six months but Shouto had already fallen hard for you since the beginning. He had never been so smitten by someone before and he never expected to be if he were being honest. The hero planned on living his life without a companion. If he wanted to be the number one hero, he didn’t really have time to mess around with ‘love’. That all changed the day he bumped into you at a coffee shop, of all places like some romcom. To be even more cliche he’d described it as love at first sight because it was automatic. Like something flickered in his brain upon seeing your face, how your cheeks flushed and rose to make the corners of your eyes crinkle when you smiled back at him and apologized in a sweet as honey voice for the inconvenience. It was the best inconvenience of his life though, it led to him giving you his number right off the bat like some weirdo, thankfully you weren’t entirely freaked out by that, and it led to multiple dates. Lots of dinners, movies, museums and parks.

You were everything Shouto wasn’t but along the way you brought those qualities out in him. He found himself smiling more, even when you weren’t around, being friendlier and not as standoffish to the general public. He didn’t mind the change, rather accepted it, you made him better. Better as a person and a hero, and for all of that he loved you. At least Shouto was sure it was love, not like he had experienced it before but these symptoms he’d get had to be something to do with it.

When you’d touch him in any way, whether holding his hand, rubbing his chest as you snuggled up close to his left side on rainy nights, or letting the tips of your soft fingers map out the details of his face - Shouto would feel his heart skip a beat. This warmth bloomed in him when you spoke his name, laughed at his dead as a fish humor, or made giddy noises of excitement at random things. More than anything, the half and half hero would catch himself staring and smiling like an idiot anytime you walked into the room, when you’d be off in your own world singing and dancing, or like now as you did something as simple as talking and eating.

“Shouto, hello!”

You waved a hand in front of his face with a smile as you chewed your food.

“Hmm - I’m sorry what was that?”

Tilting your head, you flicked a small piece of waffle at your boyfriend, making him grin and pinch at your thigh that draped over his own under the booth table. Giggling, the two of you started to act like immature teens as he tickled you, teeth nipping at your cheek. Thankfully the dinner wasn’t too full, only a few eyes rolled at the scene.

“Shouto~,” you whined and squirmed, “You weren’t even paying attention to me, stop trying to act all cute, I’m supposed to be mad at you.”

“But I was paying attention to you,” he replied onto the soft skin of your jaw, his lips smiling against it, “I always am.”

You blushed, lips pouting at the unabashed affection and sweetness that was eluding the one and only Shouto Todoroki. He hummed as you cupped his left cheek, eyes narrowing at him.

“Oh yeah? Then what did I say just now?”

“I didn’t say what I was paying attention to in particular.”

Your head shook as you pressed your forehead to his own.

“What am I going to do with you Shouto Todoroki?

Love him maybe - he wanted to suggest as he went to kiss you had it not been for someone clearing their throat. You both turned to see the very tired looking waitress standing at your booth with a hand on her hip.

“Sorry to interrupt but I was just checking in to see if you needed anything else or if you’d like the check now?”

Shouto looked to you seeking an answer and you shook your head before cuddling up into his side, his arm automatically wrapping around you and petting your hair as he looked back to the waitress with a friendly smile. “No ma’am, I think we’ll take the check now and be on our way, thank you.”

With a sigh, the waitress set a greasy piece of paper down onto the table and walked off after gathering a few of the dishes from the table. Shouto struggled but managed to fish out his wallet as you remained clung to his side, a hand rubbing at his chest as you hummed quietly. Pulling out just enough for the food and a very generous tip, Shouto kissed your head.

“Ready to go home … well I mean my place?”

“Yeah Shouto, I’m ready to go home,” you replied and sat up, leaning over to kiss his cheek before sliding out of the booth and reaching a hand out for him to take.

Happily the hero took your hand in his own, slinging his arm around your shoulder once he stood and leading you both out of the dinner with a wave goodbye to the staff as you started on your way to his place. The walk was familiar, a tradition really. On evenings when you and Shouto planned on spending time together but he also got off work really late, you’d opt for taking a long nap until the dark hours of the early morning. Shouto always woke first, just to watch you sleeping in his arms, pet your hair and eyebrows and place numerous kisses on every inch of you he could. It never failed you’d wake up all smiles and playful like a kitten, the two of you rolling around under the covers with fingers tickling and touching hypersensitive skin, lips tasting whatever they desired. After finally rolling out of the warm bed, and it was always a struggle, you’d both dress comfortably and head down to the small diner that stayed open 24/7, becoming regulars. The walks to and from were always full of conversations, sometimes deep and sometimes absolutely ridiculous.

Shouto loved it all so much though. He loved how being around you made him feel, how he could let down those once unbreakable walls. You only ever saw him as Shouto, plain Shouto. Not the pro-hero Shouto, no, all that went out the door the second he clocked out. Hell even on the clock when you’d drop by to bring him lunch, you didn’t treat him any different. His status in society didn’t mean a damn thing to you and that meant everything to him.

Looking at you next to him as you both walked down the quiet street, another smile etched its way onto Shouto’s face. His long fingers threaded through yours, squeezing your hand in his gently. Your head turned and looked up at him, a blush spreading on your cheeks.

“What is up with you tonight huh hero? Do I have something on my face or in my teeth?”

“What I can’t admire my beautiful girlfriend?” He stopped walking as he questioned.

You smirked and turned to face him, taking his other hand in yours and swinging them carelessly between you.

“Beautiful huh? Just what do you keep admiring?”

Shouto chuckled, closing the distance between the two of you a little more. He let go of one of your hands, using it to cup your cheek as his head tilted. White and red hair dangling freely in front of his eyes, making your heart flutter.

“Are you phishing for compliments sweetheart?”

You went to laugh when suddenly a roll of thunder sounded off. Your eyes widened and you gasped as it started to sprinkle out of nowhere before a light rain was pouring. Droplets started to dress your hair and face, rolling from your lashes and cheeks as they managed to smile despite your predicament. Literally even the rain couldn’t dull your brightness. Shouto held your face in his hands and used his thumbs to wipe your eyes and cheeks as he leaned in and kissed you.

So many kisses have been shared between the two of you since this all started but there was something different about this one. It made Shouto feel like he was weightless despite the rain soaking his clothes and making them heavy and stick to his body. Something about the taste of syrup and orange juice still on your tongue had him humming with content and feeling at home. Maybe it was the fact that with this kiss here on the sidewalk in the pouring rain was the one where Shouto knew without a doubt that he was deeply and unequivocally in love with you.

You needed to know. He had to let it out.

Waiting no longer, Shouto broke the kiss, not even realizing how intense it had become as you were both panting for air and stared at each other.

“I love you. I love you so much!”

Your brows rose as you huffed and puffed, your breath becoming visible in the air as the temperature kept dropping. The rain was cold, really cold, but you were so warm under Shouto’s touch. Licking the remnants of the kiss from your lips you turned to kiss inside of the confessing mans palms, tasting the rain on his skin before surging forwards and kissing his mouth again. Turquoise and grey eyes lidded before finally closing shut and Shouto was picking you up with ease. You squealed into the kiss, wrapping around him with glee before parting from him and running your fingers through his hair, slicking it over to the side.

“I love you too Shouto, so much more.”

He chuckled and hugged you close, burying his face into the wet crook of your neck and you doing the same. Shouto smiled so big he was sure his face would crack if it grew any wider. You pulled back from the hug to cup his cheeks in your hands and giggled as you kissed them both, taking a second to stare at him. Drenched from the rain, pale skin lightly flushed and eyes full of adoration towards you. He smirked, maneuvering your body somehow around to hang from his back without dropping you. You yelping and adjusting as he started to walk again while carrying you piggyback.

“Do I have something on my face or in my teeth?” He questioned with a quirked brow.

Your chin hooked over his shoulder as you rested your cheek against his neck and smiled.

“What I can’t admire my beautiful boyfriend?”

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Challenge #1

Alternately Titled: To be a Princess

I actually don’t have wifi right now, but hopefully data can come through for now. I’l probably reupload this with the gdoc format soon hehe 

I actually wanted to post Missy’s RP with Jackson which happens the night before all of this, but I’m not too happy with it right now so SJKNJKDNDK yeah here is the reaction fic for now + the first meeting RP,,, cause it’s technically late... I’M SORRY BSDJKDNKJD Mentions of @safiya-schreave and @felicity-graham HAHAHAHA and features the first meeting with @arin-schreave hehe, thank you guys for some spicy material to work with <3 (2341 words,,, I think)

When I was a little girl, I learned that to be a princess was to have a thousand pairs of shoes. Shoulders back and tummy in, lift the chin and slowly turn your head from side to side.

I would personally like to thank Barbie for being the role model I didn’t think I’d need on a day like today.

Sure, Barbie had Julian, (The superior Ken from a Barbie movie if you asked me), but today, we had a real life princess give us a crash course on… royal life amongst us. It was like Barbie: Princess and the Popstar more than the Princess and the Pauper really. She walked in, and well, it felt like the chatter in the room quieted down once she came in. Princess Safiya.

She seemed nice when she came in, clipboard an all—ah well doesn’t that sight remind me of days I’d be instructing relatives around a rehearsal dinner. She begins to read from a script attached to the clipboard.

“I hope you all had a restful first night in the palace because now our work begins. Today I will begin to instruct you on conduct and protocol, a process that will continue for the duration of your stay. Please know that I will be reporting any missteps on your part to the royal family.” An amused expression ghosts her features before she continues. “I know it sounds harsh, but this isn’t a game to be taken lightly. Someone in this room will be the next princess of Illéa. It is no small task. You must endeavor to elevate yourselves, no matter your previous station. You will become ladies from the ground up. And this very morning, you will receive your first lesson.”

Hm… fair. I nod from my spot in the room, ready as ever to learn. I mean, how hard could it be? The sound of the door opening catches my attention, was another girl late?

Oh… OH.

Well I’ll be damned, that was Felicity Graham.

I thought she was taller.

I focus my attention back to what the princess was saying, only seeing Felicity move through the corner of my eyes until she came right back into my line of sight when she walks over to where Safiya stood, the two seemingly having a hushed conversation the no one probably an ear away could hear. I lift a shoulder up, busying myself and turning my attention to around the room. Guess they needed their privacy.

The set up was simple around here, simple at a glance but most probably high quality and very expensive. The room was mostly decorated like it was straight out of a home décor issue on an old money family. The elongated room was complemented with high-rise curtains tied with golden chords, tables were laid with cloths that were definitely a multi-count. There were centerpiece bouquets at the center of every table: dahlias and veronicas, if I wasn’t mistaken, the accent cloths were pinned to the sides with a lighter tulle? No, more of a sheath with gold weaved into it.

A few months, I decorated a wedding in a location similar to this, a sort of hall in an old building back in Orleans for the governor’s daughter. Except, maybe this has twice the budget…. Or maybe five times the budget. I wonder what was happening with the princess right now?

Oh they’re still talking. Why does the princess give Felicity a look? You know, one of those scary looking faces you shoot at a girl when you both see the same dress on sale and it’s the last one in-stock.

I try to wrack my brain up for anything I knew about them, figuring out why Felicity would be here. Those two were best friends, I know, but I wouldn’t be caught dead in the same room with the girl(s) my ex was replacing me with. Well, ya know, that’s just me. I just needed a refresher on which glass was for water and which one for juice.

“My sister sent someone to replace her. Lucky for us.”

The princess doesn’t seem too happy. Sometimes I wonder what it’s like for your best friend to be your brother’s ex-fiancée. That whole… situation was a big question for the entire country. My circles of other wedding planners whispered reasons why it was called off. Interesting allegations really. Oh their poor wedding planners, they better had a cancellation clause.

“Table manners are very important, and before you can eat in front of the royal family, you must be aware of certain etiquette. The faster we get through this little lesson, the sooner you get to have your breakfasts, so faces forward, please.”

The princess continues onto basic table manners, easy things that my Grammy used to grill me for back when I was little girl. Then again, there was a time when she used to be a Debutante ‘round Midston and her habits never left her.

“If you follow this one, I’ll be disappointed.” Oh so I guess we were allowed to speak with our inside voices. That’s… convenient. I nod along, hearing a snort from Felicity. The princess makes a face before continuing.

“She wanted me to make a final addition about how to address me and the rest of my family.” I should be paying attention to this one. The whole addressing royalty was definitely a new thing to me. The princess proceeds to explain who we call what, all the formalities and whatnot before we’re asked to stand and start with a crash course on curtsies.

“Now, I suppose you’ll be practicing your curtsies. I’ll be walking around if you have any questions. Or to critique.”

A good piece advice my mama gave me rings in my head, Imagine that a string is attached to the top of your head and pulling ya up. Maybe it’ll help me right now. It was something she always told brides during wedding rehearsals so they looked like they just glided down the aisle. I straighten up, imagining a string on the top of my head.

“and don’t forget I’m here to help you.” I hear Felicity say.

Wow, was she really?  

let’s just insert a timeskip here

It took a bit of a while before it was my turn to meet the prince. Not too long, but I suppose the buffet breakfast was a nice consolation. It was lovely that there were some vegan options. I was careful not to eat anything that could have stained the lovely lilac dress that took me literally forever to pick last night.

I was led outside of the room right after I finished some sliced fruits, careful that my lipstick wasn’t ruined from the meal. Someone opened the door for me as I was led into the room.

Alrighty, here we go, Missy. It’s just like meeting a new client. Winning smile, spring in your step, genuine interest. You practiced a couple of questions with yourself last night. It’s just a boy. It’s just a boy. You could do this. Just, try to impress him. No pressure.

There was a sofa, and beside it stood the prince. Oh, he seemed shorter in pictures. I walk towards him, reminding myself to keep my smile on and recall that I needed to dip down in a quick curtsey.

“Hello Lady Melissa. Please have a seat.” The prince greets before motioning to the sofa.

“Good morning, Prince Arin.” I glance over to the sofa before taking a seat, keeping my smile. “Thank you.”

He sits beside me. Up close, the first thing I notice was that his hair looked nice. Was that shallow? I mean… hair care and personal grooming was a good sign, right?

“How is your morning going?”

Compared to last night, I was in a much better mood, but of course I still felt tense. The cameras around wasn’t helping.

“Nothing short of spectacular.” I reply, recalling the answer I practiced in my head. Sometimes, it helps to practice answers. Oh wow, I really was nervous about this, wasn’t I? Shoot. “Woke up, never though I’d see such a great view of the ocean from my room, but there it was,” without knowing it my hands go up, “the sky was orange and glowing.”

I look to him, the memory of the sunrise bringing a genuine smile to my face. “How about you? How has your morning been going?”

“My morning has been fine, thank you.” He smiles at me. “Which province are you from?”

“Proud to be representing Midston. I bet you kind of had a hunch from the accent, but Orleans to be more specific, home to Mardi Gras and the best looking French Quarter in Illéa.”

The prince shakes his head, “Sorry, I honestly hadn’t noticed. But how do you like Angeles so far? It must be different from Midston.” His eyes trail elsewhere. Maybe towards the cameras?

“Well one thing I noticed was that… the buildings here are pretty tall.” I lift a shoulder up. “Don’t see that often where I’m from.” I chuckle before I look to where he looked, and realize that it indeed was a camera he glanced at a couple of seconds ago.

Don’t fix your hair, don’t fix your hair. My hand reaches up to tuck literally nothing back into place. Shoot. Don’t fix yourself around cameras, much less the prince, MISSY.

“It’s just as hot here though,” I add while fanning myself with my hand, “but I don’t know if that’s the weather or I’m just really nervous.”

“Nervous about which part?” the prince seems to watch me, still trying to maintain his smile.

I try to stop fidgeting, letting out a deep breath. “Not might be the same for you but I think meeting a prince for the first time would make you feel the slightest bit of jitters.” An unintentional laugh escapes me, and I try to smile. “Sorry, is it a little too much?”

The prince seems to shake his head, “No, uh… I’m mostly used to it.” He seems to pause for a moment before speaking up. “What do you do in Orleans?”

Without thinking, “Weddings.” I instantly say, “I mean, I plan weddings and debuts.” I start to ramble, “Catering, decorations, invitation, whatever a client wants for their special day, I can make it happen.”

He blows out a breath and nods, “Ah, I see. And how is…” he seems to hesitate at the next word, “wedding planning?”

Someone please, slap me.

Oh dear, it must still be a sensitive topic for him.

I try to give him a comforting smile, “It’s quite lovely, I don’t think I’ve experienced something as magical as someone’s wedding day. I’m just happy to help make the magic happen.” I’m reminded of my conversation with Jackson in the kitchen last night. The happiest business… he called it.

I blink, ah yes… way to rub some salt into a wound. QUICK. Find a way to salvage this. “Debuts are just as fun too. Just as much cake and magic.”

“I’ll take your word for it.” He seems to shift slightly, “So you enjoy it?”

“Very much.” I reply. He still seems weirded out by it. QUICK. Change the topic. “Are you… a party person, your highness? Or a little more of a party of one kind of person?”

Prince Arin tilts his head, “I’ve enjoyed parties and sometimes I like to be alone. But honestly I don’t mind the chaos.” He then frowns. Why would he be frowning? Is he… one of those extra-introvert types? What did they call those people again? Eh, the only thing I really knew about those kinds of people was that they had a social battery or something like that.

“I think there’s always something to celebrate,” I bobble my head, “but we’ve all got a battery that can only take up so much uh… chaos. Nothing too different.”

He seems to blink in surprise, “That’s a different way of looking at things. It seems like you have a pretty high tolerance.”

Well, that’s one way to put it. I’ve always just been a really social type.

“I believe it’s all about perspective.” I smile, recalling another piece of advice my Grammy always told me. “Just gotta choose how you wanna perceive things instead of accepting them the way you first saw it. I mean, that’s what my Grammy’s always reminded me.”

“So move on with your life?” The prince looks at me curiously.

If only moving on was easy as saying that you were moving on.

“You make moving on sound bad.” I chuckle, recalling how… bad it really could be. “See it more of moving forward. Someone used to tell me , ‘Forward to a tomorrow, completely different from yesterday’. ” I glance to the prince. “I’m still figuring out that last piece of advice out though.”

I don’t know why I still quoted that. Quoted him of all people, but good advice… was good advice.

“And who was that?” Prince Arin asks, I catch him tilting his head to the side, “That sounds like something my mother would say.”

The answer seems to be stuck in my throat, I pause before saying, “That’s a story for another day, your highness.” I try to change the topic. “Your mother sounds very wise though. Are you two very close?”

“We are,” he nods before glancing at his watch. “But I can tell you more about that another day.” Touché, a chuckle escapes me.

Prince Arin stands, “It’s been a pleasure speaking with you this morning, Lady Melissa. I hope you enjoy the rest of your stay.”

“Missy, you can call me Missy.” I follow and stand up, dipping into another curtsy. “Have a nice day ahead of you, your Highness.” I give him one last smile, seeing him nod and take it as my cue to turn and leave.

Someone please tell me that was a good first impression.

#selectionoc #selection oc #selectionoc6 #missy duthe #missy fics #((yes i'm ambiguous for reasons)) #((guys I swear I have a backlog of like three RPs to finish writing but its worth it I promise)) #((welcome to Missys panicky internal monologue)) #((missy is me when I meet new people)) #((let's go Libra placements))

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|STAY|HOSEOK| M|

( Not saying this fits his mood necessarily he just looks fine and boyfriend as fuck!)

PURE SMUT with like...a lil plot and two percent angst, your mad for like a NANOSECOND!

FWB situation

Warnings: Daddy kink...sorry not sorry it’s Hoseok..HE DESERVES IT! Light dom Hoseok, light split play, a little thigh riding, fingering, semi public sex, vouyersim, dirty talk, creme pie (stay safe kids) slight over stiumlation, power bottom Hoseok...Side Namjoon kinda but not really...just read...

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“Daddy’s coffee is here!!” You mused playfully amongst noticing Namjoon wasn’t in the room, yet he barely acknowledged you ,only turning his head slightly. Looking less than amused and or excited to see you, only glancing over long enough to let you know he heard you before continuing with whatever he was doing.

“Oh?” Brow quirked in nothing but annoyance considering the time and the fact that you literally got out of bed and but on clothes JUST because he wanted you too. Sauntering over in his direction “Really? I can’t get as much as a Hi? A thank you? Nothing!? Not even after you texted me late at night as if there was some dire emergency asking me to bring the two of you Starbucks!? “

Hands placed firm over your chest, your frustration turned to straight pouting once he finally turned to look at you. Hair messy and slightly wavy as he sat there in nothing but an oversized white shirt and sweats. Looking fine as fuck but, no, no you were angry..not turned on..angry! Licking his lips slowly as he reclined slightly in his chair, dusting his fingers through his hair before placing his phone on top of the desk.  

He didn't say anything initially, but the air of fondness that danced within his eyes eased your frustration slightly. “Your right, I’m sorry... thank you baby” The smile he gave you was short, and forced...you did NOT like it..not one bit nor were you a fan of the fact that you just realized he’s been here damn near 12 hours!

“What’s wrong? Tired?” Bringing your voice down to a more tranquil tenor as you stroked your fingers through his hair. Only sparing you a nod in response. “Mmmkay...stressed?” Soothing your hand down the side of his neck, massaging his shoulders slightly, the tension more than evident while he tried not to wince at the contact. His shoulders were where he carried all of his stress...always, and  yes, you guessed it..meet with silence again...just another slow nod of the head.

A loud huff ripped from your chest at that because he was full of actual shit at this point “Okay so what? Were adding lying into the brigade of whatever this…”thing” is the two of us have Hoseok?!?” You couldn't even help the slight elevation in your tone at this point you were just getting frustrated, and yes...More. Fucking .Silence, why did you get out of the bed and bring this little shit coffe again??

“Fine whatever, fuck it, if you don’t wanna talk that’s fine, your coffees up there, I’m leav-” Just as you went to walk away he yanked you back in his direction. Scoping you onto his lap to rest on the lower half of his thighs, a squeal slipping past your lips with how quickly he spun you around.

Body instantly melting into his with zero hesitation,no matter how frustrated you were only seconds prior, your body always seemed to betray you when it comes to Jung Hoseok. Hands instantly finding their way under your dress, palming at your ass, slowly soothing his hands up and down your skin as if your ass was some sort of stress relief ball.  Squeezing the curve of your cheek, guiding you to grind down against him, you weren't wearing underwear because you planned to drop the coffee off and jump right back into bed. Low moans slipped off your tongue while your lips spreading over his clothed thigh. Bring one hand up to cradle the back of your neck, pressing your forehead to his, teasing at your bottom lip with his tongue.

“I’m not lying ..you just didn't ask all the right questions…”

Lips melting into yours as he waved his tongue into your mouth, there was no build up or warning just him swallowing every moan that fell from your lips as he continued grinding your hips against his thigh.Kissing you slow and deep, letting his tongue explore every inch of your mouth as if it was his first time tasting you. Sucking, swirling, licking his way around until he had you damn near clawing at his shirt chasing after his lips..needing more..always needing more .

“God, I can already feel how wet you are, your soaking through my pants baby…” You could feel him smiling into the kiss as he dug his nails into the curve of your ass. “This is all I could think about..all damn day…” Words coming out in a slurr of moans against your tongue, while the hand that was cupping your ass moved down to tease up your lips.

Slowly  slicking his fingers up and down your folds, pinching your clit between his index and thumb making you shudder above him. A smirk tugging on his lips, using your own arousal to coat his fingers “Lift your ass up a little baby..”  Sliding two fingers in knuckle deep all in one notion, pumping them in and out at a steady pace, clearly not in the mood to tease tonight. The moans spilling from our lips only got stronger as you started grinding into his palm. Every whine that slipped past your tongue was met by one of his own, nothing turned Hoseok on more than getting you off. Nothing.

“I’m sitting here with Joon trying to write lyrics and all I can think about is how good my dick feels wrapped around this wet little pussy of yours. The fact that two days feels like 6 months...I’ve been going fucking insane!” Just the mention of that alone has you a moaning mess,  all the memories flooding into your head as we speak. This man is the reason all your vacation time is gone but you can’t complain..he flew you out a week ago and you’ve barely been able to walk since. He’s litterally been fucking you damn near 2-3 times a day except as he said the past two..he’s been swamped in the studio and brain dead once he get’s home.

“You know I wake up craving your pussy now? Every damn morning I need it..fuck I need it soo bad…” God was he whining at this point? Sucking your bottom lip into his mouth, flicking at your tongue  with his own before sucking that between his lips as well!

“ I Don’t know what I’m gonna do with myself when you leave.. my hand can’t compare to this! How warm and tight you are, fuck your so tight baby..even just around daddys fingers fuck! “ A growl ripped from his throat at that which only made you clench down around him even tighter.

“Yes, yes, fuck...yes…” Slipped past your tongue as he worked another in finger curling them forward, as your walls milked each and every one of them.

“God you look so good when I fuck you..” Grinding his hips up into yours letting you feel how hard he was, clearly not wearing underwear, printing your hand down to palm him through his sweats. The feeling of him throbbing underneath the fabric had you dripping down your thighs. ‘Pull it out baby….” Just as you slipped your hand through the fly on his sweats a thought sprung into your head.

“Wait ..when’s Joon coming back..” Pulling back from his slightly, suddenly remembering where the fuck you where. Leaning up to sink his teeth into your bottom lip as he curled his fingers even dipper between your heat, ripping a brittle cry from your throat.

“Pull.It.Out.” There wasn't an elevation in tone per say, but the character got darker,the dominance that he was able to hide so well rolled off your tongue and had you ready to come from the grit in his voice alone.

Letting him spring free from the restraint of his sweatpants, he was damn near rock hard you really didn't need to do shit but you wanted to. Pulling back to spit on his tip, using that in combination with the pre cum to work his lengeth. Sliding the lubricant down his shaft , as you worked him in your hand, twisting your wrist up and down rom base to tip, fluctuating  pressure as you worked. Working his tip with your thumb,low breathy, almost needy moans slipped from his throat and against your tongue. The sound of hoseok falling apart was the sexiest thing you’d ever heard, never shy when it comes to how you make him feel.

‘Fuck me..” Two words..those two words sent chills down your entire body,as he freed his fingers from you. Taking his length into your hand, as you scooted forward a little, stroking his tip up and down your lips. Coating him even more in your juices, until his hand whipped across your ass, ripping a loud shrek from your throat from the impact. It didin’t help that he was wearing a fist full of rings either, and you felt every last one of them! Not even bothering to sooth your skin with his palm after, just left you completely throbbing.

“I said fuck...not tease…” Bucking his hips into slightly ,while you rose up a little, positioning him right at our entrance sinking down until his tip disappeared between your lips.

“Oh my god..” ripped from both of your throats at how tight you still we're..bringing his hand down to circle your clit as you slowly bounced your way down. Taking him in inch by inch tilting your hips up and down slightly every time allowing you to get use to the stretch a little quicker. But it was also making your grip on his cock almost unbearable, your walls clenching with no release, you could feel him pulsing inside of you as you finally sunk down completely.

“Hoseok…Hoseok...fuck..”You didint even know what you were calling him for honestly, you felt like you could barley breathe you were so full. One hand coming back up to your jaw, rubbing the hinge with his thumb, while the other dug into your hips bringing his lips down to place wet open mouth kisses down the side of your neck. Slowly, very slowly you started grinding your hips against his, rolling backwards deep and slow, so you felt everything, fuck you felt everything. Even though he said “Fuck me” he wans’t the type to just sit here, rolling his hips unward ever so slightly but enough for you to feel the impact.

Meeting your hips at every roll , leaning up to kiss you neck again “Baby…” Every roll of your hips in combination with his had you getting closer and closer. It was insane what he could do to your body. You’d ever been onet o be able to get off without some sort of clit stimulation eyet you felt like you were so damn close to coming all over his dick within moments. “You feel soo good..so fuckin good...”  No matter how wrecked you were you loved how winded he sounds, though he was better at keeping physical composer his voice let you know you were hitting every spot right.

Hoseok knew your body like the back of his hand which was one of your favorite things about him, slipping his fingers past his tongue before bringing them down to your clit. Applying steady pressure as you started to actually bounce against his length. Tilting the back of your hips slightly as you raised up and slammed back down, the shift in weight adding a deeper angle every time your walls caressed his cock.

Your cries were not even coherent right now, they never were when it came to him, always had you babbling mindlessly “God you feel soo good, I’m so close fuckkkk…” He could feel your hips starting to give out, though he had to give credit where credits due..you had damn good stamina.

“Yea? You gonna come for me baby? Gonna come all over daddy’s cock?”  accepting your breathy whine as a answer..because that was the best you could do….

Guiding his hands away from your clit and over to your waist “Just fuck me ple-” You didint even have time to get it out before his thumbs were digging into your skin and his hips were slamming up into you. Morphing himself deep within your walls, yet he wasn’t a just thrusting up into you he was actually rolling his hips. Directing all of his weight down into his thighs, as he edged himself off the chair ever so slightly to anchor his hips. Allowing his pelvis to come flesh with yours as he tilted his hips upward, reclining his back into his seat to give him the support and leverage he needed. “Oh my god, oh my go-” Bringing your own hand down to circle your clit… as your body waved in synch with his.

The things this man  could do with his hips good lord “Yeah? Right there baby?” You could already hear the smirk in his voice he knew..he could feel that he was hitting it right...yet you were too far gone to be a smart ass.

“Fuck yes, right there….” Throwing your head back slightly as your eyes squeezed shut, the familiar feeling starting to pool in the pit of your stomach again. Digging your nails into the base of his shoulders...

“Hey Hoseok did-”

You swore he damn near choked once he looked over, to be honest the two of you were pretty much fully clothed but there was nothing discreet about what was going on. More importantly Hoseok didn't stop fucking you and and you didint stop stroking your clit. A slight smirk tugging on the corners of your lips as you looked down at Hoseok.

“I’m fuck-Sorry-” Just as he went to pratically run for the door...

“You can- You can stay if you want Joon…fuck, that’s it baby..that’s it” Hoseok breathed out between thrusts as he felt your walls tighen around him.

“Fuck-fuck-fuck daddy Im-”The neediest whine immaginable ripped from your thoat as you came body trembling, head dropping into the crook of his neck. …

Brining a hand up to caress the back of your head, as you panted into his skin, your own arousal dripping it’s way down to his balls. Praises fell from his tongue repeatedly as you shuddered around him, bringing a hand of your own over to claw at the thin fabric of his shirt. Needing some sort of an anchor as you felt as though you had zero control over your own body right now.

“So good..always soo good for me...” 

The added slickness in combination to how hard your walls are pulsing is only sending him closer to where he needs to be. Not slowing his thrust down for even a second no matter how hard your trembling on top of him. Continuously bouncing you against his lap, it was too much but it felt soo good, still edging your clit just at a much slower pace. Loving how your sensitivity was ripping every ounce of self control away from the man benthe you.

“Come for me for... I want your cum dripping out of me when I leave daddy please, please come inside me…” Purred from your lips as you lapped your tongue up the side of his jaw, purposely tightening your walls against him at this point! Far too consumed in the immense pleasure around you to know if Namjoon left or not…Especially with how loud Hoseok was moaning into your hair right now, fuck you were kinda hoping something was recoring this entire time.. He sounds so good, so  damn good!

“Oh fuckkk…” That is ....until you heard another breathy moan that you knew wasn't Hoseok…

A low chuckle vibrated against your chest at that “I guess he chose to stay....” You could feel his hips start to slow down significantly as he pulled your face away from his neck “You think you can come again for me baby?” flicking at your bottom lip with his thumb, which you instantly sucked into your mouth.  Lapping your tongue around his finger, lashes fluttering over in Namjoons direction before dropping your gaze back down to Hoseok. A smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, as he slowly drug this thumb away from your tongue and down your bottom lip. 

“I’ll take that as a yes...” 

IDK...IDK WHERE THIS CAME FROM I JUST MISSED WRITING ABOUT HOSEOK OKAY!!!?

Lol if you liked it..”Like” it comment.... come lemme know…ALWAYS down for prompt ideas (No promises when they will be up though but feel free)

****ALSO ...debating writing more with this pair..smut and maybe a lil fluff..since I mentioned he flew his FWB out...****** Maybe??

LOVE YOU GUYS AS ALWAYS !

ROCKI!

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[iloveurscratchybeard]

Moirae - Part 13

BACK AFTER A 9 MONTH BREAK! I never meant to make anyone wait that long. I appreciate the messages, comments, notes, and AO3 love asking for more of this WIP. You guys are the reason I came back to the fandom and back to this story and I hope it was worth the wait. First of all...the disclaimers:

THIS STORY IS **NSFW**. That is all.

If you haven’t read all of the other *NSFW* backstories to this part, you can visit me at AO3 or find the previous chapter here.

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Episode: “Pusher”

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She keeps her distance after their conversation in the hospital. She’s hurt, she’s grieving, but he’s not exactly wrong. She should have mentioned the test to him. Shouldn't she? It was all just too much to process - her abduction, her lost time. The unimaginable violations that had been committed against her. They’d taken so much...the thought that they’d also caused her to miscarry their baby was a thought that she simply could not confront. Not just to him, but to herself.

He stopped showing up at her place with movie rentals and take out. They hadn’t been together since their tryst in the elevator after his miraculous return from the dead.

They did not discuss their conversation in the hospital. She didn’t actually think her life would be better off not knowing him. But she was too exhausted and filled with anger over Melissa’s unsolved murder to go there with him. She goes back and forth between understanding his position, to being completely angry and frustrated with him. He took a moment that was about her losing her sister, and made it about his hurt over her keeping something from him. How dare he. Really- how dare he. Not everything is about him.

She found that the best way to deal with these kinds of situations is to immerse herself in work. It was easy to do with MUFON members claiming they knew her and menacing black oil bleeding through the cracks.

She needed the space, she told herself. She was getting too wrapped up in X-Files, too wrapped up in Mulder. She needed to re-center and find herself. She got a dog. It was so unlike her. A dog left fur and chew marks on her perfectly maintained surfaces, unhinged the order she put so much stock into. A dog gave her someone to talk to when she was alone, and someone to care for that didn’t drain her emotionally. A steadfast companion. It was comfort and it was normalcy, and that brought her just a touch of happiness. Little Queequag helped her lock her feelings for Mulder away for a bit.

He saw her game and beat her at it. He acted aloof. ‘I’ll meet your indifference and raise you one.’ He actually had the nerve to hang up on her. Multiple times. She knew he was just trying to make her jealous. But how can you be a respected entomologist with a name like Bambi? Seriously. It only left her feeling more spiteful toward him.

Detective White and ‘the rare planetary alignment’ was the final straw in the tension of their relationship, leaving her emotions in a ground-up mess in her gut. Was she really so replaceable to him? Could he really care so little about what they had? She couldn’t keep this pace going. She was feeling bitter and resentful, and most of all, even more alone. She had to find a way to let him back in, to bring back down the walls her subconscious had built around her.  

Things slowly improved between them after they returned home from that small town in New Hampshire. She found the lighter, flirtatious side of their relationship coming out again from time to time. Things started to feel easier. Finding Melissa’s murderer allowed her to close the door on a bit of her anger and let go. It’s just another piece of the darkness that she’s come to know in her life that she has to file away in order to function.

Her life is different now. She knows monsters and mutants, from Pfaster’s ice-cold delirium to the Flukemen’s grotesque face. But this monster is distressing. There is something so insidious about a person who can get inside your head. That can alter your brain in a way that takes all of your power and all of your control away.

Mulder is so strong. She sees it in the quiver of his lip, the twitch of his eye as he fights back the tears. The weight of Modell’s invisible grip forces his trigger finger to twitch. The way he whispers her name, a plea.

Don’t let me do this to you. I’ll never forgive myself.

All the distance between them lately feels foolish. She sees it all in his eyes in that tense moment, the teeter between life and death where things change in a split second and everything in your life becomes so clear. She’s been blaming this man for months for a life that she had just as much of a choice in. And it’s never been more clear to her as it is in those few seconds that his glassy, unblinking eyes plead with her to run that he is unequivocally and unapologetically in love with her.

Standing over Modell’s comatose body, she slips her hand into his. An apology.  I’m sorry I’ve pushed you, too. Pushed you away when I needed you most. She wants to say the words. But they have never been that good with words. She asks him to bring her home instead. He’s hating himself right now, as she knew he would. Blaming himself for almost ending her life.

She stands in front of the door when he tries to leave. Her eyes never break contact with his as she works her fingers slowly on the buttons of her blouse, one by one, exposing her body and her heart to him. His eyes flutter briefly down, taking in a glimpse of black satin, and then purposefully back onto her eyes.

“Scully...don’t.”

She drops her hand, steps closer to him, and places it firmly on his chest. “Don’t what?”

“I don’t deserve you. You deserve so much better.”

Her face is stoic in determination. “It’s not for you to decide. Every step of the way, this has been my decision. Standing by you, fighting for the truth...it’s been my fight, too, Mulder. I accept the consequences of my own choices. And I decide to be with you.”

He sighs in resignation, but she can tell he isn’t going to let his internal self-flagellation subside so easily. She is going to have to show him. She raises her shoulders so her blouse slides back and down her arms, floating to the floor. She reaches around and unclips her bra with a single hand and allows it to join the shirt at her heels. She smiles a little to herself at the very obvious hitch in Mulder’s breath at the sight of her. He doesn’t want to give in, but he can’t avert his eyes. Her pants and underwear follow in one swoop and she stands before him completely naked, both literally and figuratively. She takes both of his hands in her own and leads him to the couch.

“I should go, Scully. It’s been a really long day. You need to rest.” His resolve is slipping as he allows her to push him down onto the couch. He seems surprised when she takes a seat at the opposite end from him.

“I am resting. I’m taking the edge off of the day and I want you to be a part of it.” He quirks his head to the side, uncertain of what she means until she brings her feet up to the cushion, leaning back into the armrest and butterflying her legs to expose herself fully to him. He audibly moans, his whole torso moving as he swallows and clenches his jaw together in restraint.

She brings her hands to the insides of her thighs and lightly tickles the sensitive skin there, inching closer and closer to her center with each downstroke. He is unblinking and thoroughly entranced as she works her fingers down to her labia and dips two fingers in, and then drags them back up along her belly, leaving a trail up to one perfectly tight nipple and then swirling her juices there. Her left fingers dive into her entrance as she continues to tease and pinch at her nipple. She is beyond turned on at this brazen act of exposing her most intimate side to him. Being completely and openly sexual, showing him exactly how she touches herself when he’s away is a huge step for her. She is saying, ‘I’m opening myself up to you, absolutely and unconditionally. Please don’t shut me out.’

She pumps her hand consistently, feels her wetness dripping down onto the fabric of the sofa. Breath thin, toes curled, she continues to watch his face despite the lightheadedness she is experiencing as the sensations heighten and all of her blood seems to leave her head in a southern journey. Her clit swells prominently and she bites her lip as she watches Mulder shift uncomfortably into the couch, clearly restricted by his own clothing.

“Take it out,” she directs sternly.

He meets her eyes, clearly surprised at the forcefulness of her request.

“Now, Mulder.”

He doesn’t speak, but complies with her order, toeing off his shoes and pulling off his trousers with some minor struggle. His penis is so erect that it slaps obscenely against his stomach as it is released from its confinement. He hurls off his shirt before settling back into the couch.

“Wrap your hand around the base.” She is the one pushing him now. She’s the one in control. He seems to realize all at once that this control is what she needs in this moment, to heal both of them. She sees this recognition all at once in his face, and she knows he will do anything for her.

He takes a firm hold on himself, painfully swollen and oozing from the tip, the precum running along the veins down to his hand. She bites her lip at the sight of him and resists the urge to immediately straddle him and sink down onto it.

“Stroke yourself for me. Use a firm grip.” She is shocked to hear herself say these words and desperately close to orgasm from the thrill of it all. Her fingers leave her breast and trail immediately to her clit, applying pressure and slow circles in line with Mulder’s stroking.

“Scul-lee…” he whimpers, his eyes fighting to stay on her and not roll back in ecstasy at the sight of her.

They increase their speed, unable to stop watching the other. Scully feels the build-up, sees the bursts of white behind her eyelids as she comes suddenly and hard, throwing her head back into the couch.

When she comes to awareness and lifts her head she’s greeted with Mulder’s very dilated pupils and a slight smirk on his lips. His hand rests still, awaiting further direction. He is completely enthralled with her display of arousal, so much that he had forgotten about his own.

She slides down the cushion in his direction, throwing one leg over the back of the couch.

“Inside me. Now.”

He doesn’t need a second to process her request as he turns and sinks into her at record speed. It’s like coming home, she thinks. She is full and overstimulated by the erotic direction that the whole day has taken. It only takes half a dozen strokes and the press of his body against her sensitized clit and she is coming again, riding on the euphoria that is being in Mulder’s essence.

His restraint is admirable as she comes down from her second orgasm and finds him watching her face in pure wonder. She reaches down between them and pulls him from her body.

“I want to watch you now. I want to watch you come...on me.”

“Scully-” he starts to protest, but as soon as she pumps him once he shuts up and squeezes his eyelids shut.

“Show me.” She demands. His eyes are hooded, dark, and dangerous. He lifts himself a little and brings his knees up to either side of her ribcage. His penis is beautiful, just like him. It’s thick, a smooth and even magenta tone that commands attention. Using his right hand, he traces the head slowly over her breasts, slicking her with her own cum. He pulls the skin back tautly and then pushes it back up and over the tip so that the head is almost covered. He is slow and purposeful as he repeats this motion, enjoying her eyes watching in rapture. She brings her hand up to her mouth and sucks on her two fingers, salty and musky from their previous dance. She makes a show of wetting them thoroughly, eyes seductively locked on his before she pulls them out with an exaggerated pop and then swirls them around the ridge of his cock. She applies pressure to the sensitive underside with her thumb just so, causing a frantic “Shit, Scully...” and a crease between his brows as he concentrates on restraining himself. She wants him to let go, to free himself and give himself over to her, so she reaffirms him of her desires by wrapping her hand firmly alongside his. Together, they pick up the speed and pump him harder.

“It’s okay, Mulder. This is what I want. I’ve always fantasized about watching you do this. Watching your face as you stroke yourself-”

She doesn’t get any further as he erupts in a strangled moan, biting his lip in the process. She feels the pressure rise up like a tidal wave along her palm as two strokes of their combined hands have him spurting hotly over her breasts. It’s one of the most erotic moments of her life.

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Later, after a hot shower together where he washes her hair reverently and towels her dry, they lay naked and spooning in the comfort of her bed. She feels the need to reassure him of her position further, so she kisses the back of his hand.

“You push me every day. You push me to think outside the box. You push me to be stronger. You push me to delirium sometimes... but this is the life I choose. I choose it. And I don’t want a life with anybody but you.”

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[khadij-al-kubra]

Thomas In Wonderland (Full Fanfic) Chapter 1

Characters: Thomas (fictional), Roman, Patton, Logan, Virgil, Remy, Emile, Joan, Talyn Deceit, Nate, the Dragon Witch (i mean jabberwalkie), Possibly fan adopted shorts characters

Pairings: None (although knowing me and my love of ships, this may change)

Words: 1368

Summary: Thomas seems to have lost his inspiration, his creative drive, and in short has a seriously BAD case of writers block. Perhaps an accidental trip down the rabbit hole into a land of nonsense and madness will help him find that flighty spark he’s been looking for.

Author’s Note: Greetings guys, gals, & non-binary pals! Looks like this is going to be my first multi-chapter fanfic of the new year. This chapter is more of a prologue than anything so it won’t be as long. If you know my writing though, than future chapters are pretty much guaranteed to be MUCH longer. And as always feel free to leave a comment in the messages or reply if you have any notes or constructive critiques. I’m always open to writing advice. Also, if you would like to be in the tag list for this fanfic, feel free to message or inbox me and I shall happily and gratefully add you to the list. I’m super excited about this, and I hope you all enjoy.

Prologue

Writers block. The bane of his existence and possible the only thing that Thomas hated even more than he hated bigoted jerk faces. ...Okay he hated the latter way more, but writers block was definitely up there on the list, right behind mucky Florida heat and cold pizza. His current bout of creative block however was making its way up that list.

“Come on brain...think of things. Come on brain, be so smart,” Thomas mumbled to himself, disappointed he couldn’t even come up with something more original than a borrowed line from that Lin-Manuel Miranda vine.

He certainly felt like the embodiment of it though.

He had been sitting at the table in his living room for the past two hours. His laptop was opened to a mockingly blank page, a lined yellow notepad next to it covered in scratched out bad ideas, crumpled papers were scattered around him, and his Steven Universe mug half emptied of coffee that was cold by now. To add insult to injury, it was an actually nice crisp yet sunshiny autumn day and Thomas could only sit inside as the beauty of it mocked him from the other side of his living room window. The jerk!

He would’ve loved nothing more than to go for a walk outside or visit his friends, but sadly Thomas had a new script to write. Normally he and Joan were pretty good about keeping on top of schedules and they’d even gotten the last two scripted videos out in pretty good amounts of time. Which hopefully made up for that six month dry spell they both swore never to speak of again. However, Joan reminded him that a new scripted video was due soon and Thomas for the life of him just COULD NOT seem to come up with any new or exciting story ideas! It was like his creativity was wandering around a blank page desert and the oasis of is imagination had dried up.

“Say, that could make for a neat Sanders Sides video,” Thomas mused to himself perking up...only to deflate back down after realizing they didn’t have the budget for that kind of a green screen effect. “Besides, the sides never debate outside of my living room and moving them to a location outside of my house wouldn’t make any sense.”

Thomas groaned and plonked his forehead onto the wooden coffee table. Making videos and writing scripts used to be so much fun. Until it started being his job more than a passion. It’s not like he didn’t know what he was signing up for. He wanted this, and he knew he was luckier than most that he got to get paid for creating art and doing what he loved. Not that he and his team did it for the money. Except lately creating felt more like a chore. Not something eh wanted to do but like something he had to do. Like dusting, which was his least favorite chore. Creating felt like a chore! But he couldn’t let Joan or Camden or his wonderful famders down. So he needed to come up with something good...Thomas just wish he could feel that rush of wondrous joy and colorful excitement about his work again. He missed coming up with ideas that were so out there yet he felt a surge of pride every time they worked. Lately all his ideas felt, well, like looking at a faded rainbow. Which was sad as both and artist and a gay man...But deadlines were deadlines and he had to create something to post for the next video.

“That is if i could come up with something period!” Thomas sighed. “Maybe i need a break. Just five to ten minutes of something fun to get the ol’ juices flowing again. Something exciting...”

He looked at the very cold coffee with a pouted lip. Or maybe I just need a boost from my favorite caffeinated drug, he thought. With that decided Thomas picked up the mug and got up to go to the kitchen. Before he even reached the entryway however, a flash of purple in the corner of his eye stopped him. It was from outside. Curious, Thomas went over to the window to peer outside, hoping to see what that thing was. Maybe it was a pretty hummingbird or something, he mused, on its way flying south for the winter. He squinted as he saw the bushes across his yard tremble and this time he caught the flash of purple as it popped our from the foliage.

Only it wasn’t a hummingbird. It was a rabbit: A black rabbit wearing a velvet purple waistcoat. Thomas did a double take. he rubbed at his tired eyes to be sure he wasn’t just seeing things after staring at a blank screen for so long. Nope. It was really there. And if that weren’t jaw drop worth enough, now the black rabbit was taking out a silver pocket watch from his waistcoat pocket.

“Well that’s not something you see every day.”

Too curious to pass seeing this delightful oddity up close, Thomas quickly set down his mug, pulled his jacket over his favorite faded circle shirt and slipped his sneakers on. He was out the door and across faster than you could say Jeemanetty. When he was a few feet away from the rabbit, who was paying more attention to his pocket watch, Thomas slowed down to a tip toe so as not to scare the rabbit off. As he got closer Thomas saw that there was an elegant storm cloud design engraved on the back of the watch. What a cute little fella, Thomas thought to himself. But where did he come from? How did he get a fancy watch and threads like that? Should I call animal control though? As he was debating this, something even weirder happened.

“Ah geeze,” said the Black Rabbit. “I am so late! He’s gonna have my ears and whiskers for this, along with the rest of my head.”

Thomas literally felt his jaw drop and his eyes bug out near cartoon level.

“You can TALK!?” Thomas shouted.

The Black Rabbit jumped at this voice. The silver watch shook in his trembling hands, the poor thing. He hadn’t meant to frighten the little guy. It’s just a talking black rabbit wasn’t something you saw every day, not even in the Bermuda Triangle of America that is Florida.

“It’s okay little guy,” Thomas said, hands held out carefully. “I’m not gonna hurt you, I just wanna talk.”

The Black Rabbit anxiously looked from Thomas to his watch and then back again.

“No time to talk,” he said. “I’mlateI’mLATEI’MLATE!!!”

And then quick as a lightning strike the Black Rabbit dashed into the thicket of shrubbery and trees. Without thinking about it Thomas ran after him.

“Wait, I’m sorry! Come back! Maybe I can help you,” Thomas called out to the purple clad creature ahead of him.

He chased the Rabbit through brambles and bushes, across lawns and through low hanging leaves. If Thomas had taken a moment to think he would’ve realized that there was no way he could possibly catch up to a wild animal, least of all one with a waistcoat and pocket watch, which was surely proof that he was smarter than the average bunny even without the talking. He also would’ve noticed that the hole that the Black Rabbit had ducked into was much larger than a normal rabbit hole and was probably dangerous if someone were to get too close. Most of all, had Thomas slowed down for a moment to think, he would’ve realized that when he left the house in a hurry, he had forgotten to tie the laces of his sneakers that he’d slipped on.

But Thomas did none of those things. As a result, what he did do was trip on his laces just after seeing the Black Rabbit go down the whole. And because he was so close when he tripped on his laces, even if he wanted to, Thomas could not stop to think now.

All he could do was scream loudly as he fell headlong down the rabbit hole into the unknown.

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[justanotherloveaffair]

A Late Night Invitation (Chadwick/T’Challa x Reader)

Summary:  During Black Panther filming, Chadwick has taken being in character a little too far and has some fun with you as T’Challa.

Warnings: smut, NSFW, T’Chadwick, Dom!T’Challa, orgasm denial, dirty talk

Word Count: 3,089

Author’s Note: I am definitely sure I am not the first person to write this scenario but I couldn’t help it. @captainsordersfic gave me a prompt, “A late night invitation” and this is what came out. 

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It was not unusual to get a phone call from Chadwick after midnight during his long months of filming.

Nor was it unusual for your method-acting boyfriend to speak in the accented voice of the King of Wakanda.

What was unusual on that particular night was the way in which he requested your presence as if Chadwick no longer occupied the body of the man you loved.

“Babe?” Your word hung in the air, small-sounding in the darkened bedroom where you had been recently asleep, until his phone call roused you with his request that you urgently come to him, as, he’d put it, “it is your duty as my subject.”

After your surprised response, there was a long pause where even his silence sounded different, weighted with authority.

“I will not ask again, Y/N. Remember who you are talking to.”

You scoffed, though a cold sweat broke out on your neck at the strange sense of vertigo that you weren’t speaking to who you thought. Had he lost his damn mind?

“Uhh, Chadwi-”

“You will address me as King little one,” he growled. “And your King needs you. I will expect you here as I requested. Do not make me wait.”

“Well, I-” you gasped finding yourself speaking to a dial tone.

He’d hung up.

You glanced over to the mirror where your perplexed expression was staring back to you.

Well this was intriguing.

No question about it that Chadwick was a talented, dedicated artist who lived and breathed in his character while he was filming. You knew all too well, having spoken to T’Challa more than Chadwick lately. Although you were both in Atlanta, his gruelling schedule and intense training meant you only saw each other once in a while. Chadwick stayed near the set in an apartment used mainly for crashing. You respected the mental and physical space he needed for his craft and mostly let him reach out to you when he could.

He usually only had time for quick, needy sex and T’Challa’s accent in your ear was a nice little thrill while he plundered you.

Though your logical brain was in knots trying to make sense of the phone call, where he didn’t even seem to be acting, your body was way ahead of you, pounding with desire and heat, seemingly already at T’Challa’s door ready to get freaky.

As you hurriedly dressed and hopped into a taxi at 12:30am, you couldn’t stop replaying his words over and over, feeling a nervous and excited buzz as you considered who was waiting for you in Chadwick’s apartment.

Yeah, you were gonna be a real good royal subject alright.

Fifteen minutes later, you knocked on his door, shifting from foot to foot.

It was T’Challa, not Chadwick, who opened the door, yanked open with purpose as if he’d been waiting there, listening for your footsteps down the hall.

He seemed taller, broader with a posture of calm dominance in his straight back and rounded shoulders. The relaxed easy smile you were used to being greeted with was missing. In its place, a tense, disapproving expression that made you feel guilty for a transgression you didn’t know you’d made.

In the split second before either of you reacted, you feasted on his body. He was almost naked, in black silk boxers, and by God those extra hours of working out were paying off. It felt like an age since you last saw each other and your eyes flicked hungrily up and down his form.

His gaze roamed you with deliberate slowness. This man who had seen every inch of you suddenly made you feel shy under his intense scrutiny.

“You have made your King wait.”

His tone was curt, the accent lush and exotic, making your heart rate instantly rise.

In your mind, there were two ways to respond to whatever this game Chadwick was playing, with only one right answer, which was to play right the fuck along and see where this crazy situation went next. Even crazier was that it didn’t feel like role playing. Not even a bit.

“I got here as fast as I could… ” You started, noting your sudden need to explain yourself.

“I will decide whether you were late or not. Come in,” he ordered, impatience in his regal voice and he stepped back from the door.

You walked into the same apartment where a week ago you’d literally been swept off your feet in the doorway and thrown on the bed with your shoes still on.

T’Challa watched your every movement as you peeled the jacket from your shoulders to softly fall on the floor. Underneath, you wore a thin, slip camisole with no bra, and his eyes darkened with lust while he continued to stand motionless, quiet, intense.

“Take off the rest.” He commanded.

His eyes never reached above your chest as you began to undress. The room was quiet, oh so quiet, and tension dabbled your skin with goosebumps with each piece of clothing that went. Leggings, then your top, and finally your cotton undies with the little all-over hearts that you once recalled Chadwick kissing one by one.

The man standing in front of you looked like he might rip them off with his teeth instead.

Your eyes followed his hands that smoothly slid his boxers down and revealed his perfect, thick cock standing at full throbbing mast. As much as he felt like a stranger to you, you knew Chadwick’s cock better than you knew your own body. It oddly reassured you in your strange feeling of displacement. And made your mouth water.

He began to speak, his eyes still never reaching yours as they were fixed to your body. “I have been watching you, imagining how you would look naked in front of me,” the corner of his mouth twitched, as if the view pleased him, “I confess it has consumed my thoughts.”

You swallowed slowly, not sure how to respond but sure he could see your hardening nipples, smell the arousal dripping from you.

He continued, taking slow steps towards you, stopping when his body heat filled your space and you were nearly touching. His voice was quiet, but boomed through you, taking up residence in every inch of your body and mind.

“Have you thought about me, entle? Have you imagined how it would feel to be fucked by your King?”

A little sound left you, a soft moan, that his erect staff between your bodies instantly responded to with a twitch. A dangerous thrill pulsed in your veins, blood pounding hot in your ears as your fantasies unfolded in front of you. To hear that word coming from that noble mouth made you shudder.

“Well?” He said even softer and you moaned again as his hand crept onto your hip. “Tell me,” he ordered, the words luxurious and coaxing.

Easing into the fantasy, you decided to be coy. “Every woman in Wakanda has imagined fucking you, my King.”

A little glint twinkled in his dark eyes at your half-answer. “I do not care about what every woman in Wakanda thinks. Tell me,” he leaned towards you, and you felt his hot breath on your cheek, and in your ear, “if the thought of my tongue in your pussy makes you wet.”

His hand tightened on your hip. “Shall we see?” he teased, and before you were ready, his fingers were cupping you between your legs, moving gently in your slick. “Oh yes,” T’Challa sighed, and you thought you would explode.

Suddenly you were lifted, and an instant later you were settling back on the messy blankets and pillows on Chadwick’s bed. His scent surrounded you on all sides, the cool sheets delicious on your skin.

T’Challa soon climbed over to join you, his intentions clear as he eased into the space between your parting thighs. You felt the steam of his hot breath on your stomach, the soft kiss of his lips at your bellybutton, slowly heading downwards. “I can smell you,” he growled, and for some reason it pressed some primal switch in your brain and made you pant.

His heavenly mouth sought your deepest spots then, and his groans and growls were nearly as loud as yours. Distantly, you marveled that the timbre and accent of his mutterings and moanings of your name in between licks were that of T’Challa. He had you thoroughly absorbed in the magic realism of being eaten out by a King.

You pulled and squeezed at your nipples, abusing them with sensation as your hips rolled freely, grinding against T’Challa’s face and beard. His face glistening with your juices was an unearthly beautiful and erotic sight. Even prettier were the sounds he made, the wet slurping kisses and his gratified groans.

“Oh shit, I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered at the feeling of tightness gathering in your stomach, tensing as you chased your high.

T’Challa stopped.

“What the…” you protested, your hips still shifting but finding nothing but air to roll against and your orgasm began to fade.

You looked with a disappointed frown at the man who, up until a second ago, had been so intent on your pleasure. He gave you a few final kisses and licks on your thighs and pussy before finally addressing you as he moved up onto his knees.

“I’ll control where and when you come.” He looked at you haughtily, just like the spoiled, domineering King he was.

You grit your teeth and swore. “Ruined a perfectly good orgasm,” you muttered.

“Excuse me?” His eyebrows lifted, though he’d heard you perfectly well.

You had a choice. Be good, or be bad. And right now, you were in the mood to cause trouble and see where it landed you.

“I said you ruined a perfectly good orgasm,” you enunciated and for a moment, he stared at you in shock.

A second later your neck was wrapped in his strong fingers, closing their grip over your windpipe and his impossibly hard cock grazed your hip as he spat in your ear, “I am the King, and I decide when my little fuck slave gets to come, do you hear me?”

You nodded quickly.

“I was going to let you come on my dick, but…” he licked the shell of your ear and bit your earlobe, “Now I might just use you and throw you out.”

A deep, hot fire churned in your belly at his words. You squeezed your thighs together, clenching your muscles for relief, the ghost of your orgasm still whispering there. The fear of not being allowed to come made you use your ultimate superpower over Chadwick, your soft, pleading eyes that he could never resist.

“Please, I’ll be good, I’ll do anything you want,” you croaked, voice thick and raspy as it came from your tight throat.

The corner of his mouth twitched up in a smirk. “Is that all it takes for your obedience?” His fingers slipped into the slick between your thighs, teasingly rubbing back and forth. “Are you so eager to come you’ll do… anything, as you say?”

Tingles of alarm shot up and down your spine as you considered what he was capable of. For once, you couldn’t predict his next move. It felt dangerous, intimidating. Being unable to read the intentions behind his nearly black orbs made you freeze up.

His fingers stalled their exploration and you were suddenly reeling from a hard slap to your pussy. You heard him growl through the ringing in your ears, “I asked you a question.”

The heat and pain of his slap was spreading out from you in waves as you jumped to reply, your voice sounding unsteady and unsure. “Yes I’ll do…. a-anything,” you hiccupped.

Another slow smile took over T’Challa’s face. “I would expect nothing less.” He continued smiling at you, and rubbed his finger over your cheek as you trembled. “What am I going to do with you?” He watched you carefully, noting every quick breath, the roundness of your eyes as you followed his every move. “You look so sweet. I want to see how well you take your King’s cock. Would you like that?”

He watched your face with all the doting love and softness you were craving and you were shaking, shivering in his arms. You nodded and made a high-pitched noise, which earned a small chuckle and he pressed his lips to yours, whispering, “If you take it like a good girl, I might even let you cum.”

“Please,” was all you could moan.

“Get down on the bed,” he commanded and obediently, you laid back. He took you in from the spreading of your thighs, to your glistening pussy where you circled your fingers, dragging around your clit to encourage more of your juices, and up to your breasts. When his eyes locked with yours he could no longer just watch, and quickly moved into position over you.

You squirmed under his weight and felt your thigh being lifted up towards your chest.

He wasted no time burying himself in your heat. With one confident stroke, you were half impaled on him, and a cry rang out into the room at the stretch you weren’t ready for. It had been a week since your last time together. Even after a day apart, he would spend several minutes working himself in, so your shocked gasp at the invasion was genuine.

T’Challa’s fingers squeezed your thigh, taking your attention for a moment off of the impossible spread around his girth. “You are tight,” he hissed. He was still only halfway inside you.

“You are… very… blessed, my King,” your sweating, pained expression became a smile and then you groaned as T’Challa drew out of you only to push back in to the same spot. His cock felt like a hot spear in your belly.

Instead of trying to take you all at once, T’Challa’s tactic changed and he focused on kissing, licking and biting your neck while his hands swept, roamed and squeezed your breasts, stomach and thighs. He remained still, not budging an inch deeper until you relaxed. Only when you arched up to him did he move and your hands met the back of his head when he rocked in and out, filling you deeper.

“I need you to take all of me now,” his tense, expressive eyes looked down into yours, “I cannot wait any longer.”

“T’Challa,” you gasped and felt the invading size of him completely fill your walls. He didn’t stop or pause, but began to hit that spot over and over and you reeled at the fullness in your pussy and were bounced up the bed with his sudden short, sharp thrusts.

A guttural “Yes!” ground out from his throat in response to your body yielding to him. “You feel so good,” he panted. He had you locked in his arms, every limb held in place to prevent your squirming as he railed you with every inch. You had never been more glad to be as wet as you were. His powerful grip forced your angle even further back to give him deeper access, your knees now at your chest while T’Challa made your body shake with each driving thrust.

Just when you were getting used to the position, he smoothly rose to his knees and quickly became riveted by the sight between you. “Look at you, taking this big cock,” he grunted. While he was watching himself, emerging creamy with your juices and disappearing again, your eyes were darting between his stomach muscles gathering and tensing at each thrust, and his enraptured face.

You weren’t going to last.

Your hands roamed your own nipples and seeing it, a much faster pace began that made the wheels of the bed roll and screech along the floor and a distinct slapping sound fill the room. Still pinching your nipple with one hand, the other sought out your clit only to be slapped away by T’Challa who ground out in a firm grunt, “No.”

Almost immediately you went back for it, curious to see what he would do and he snapped with impatience, his voice booming, “Dammit Y/N, I said no. You will come when I say.”

With that, both hands were pinned above your head as T’Challa leaned over you, never letting up his frantic pace for a second. At this new angle, you were free to wrap your legs around him and you met him with each thrust, fucking him back almost as hard. You were determined to see that poised, controlled demeanor fall apart.

His hands released yours and flew to your hips, his teeth gritted as he cried, “Come - now, now!”

The wave of pleasure you had been holding back burst like a dam, flooding both of your thighs as you erupted together. His guttural cry of raw energy reverberated through your shaking body. Each lost in your own high, you drained each other of all you could, his hips drawing tight little circles once he’d expended every last bit of himself deep in you to draw out your spasms. When you finally came down, you were exhausted, soaked, sweaty and smiling with satisfaction.

His fingers stroked between your breasts, up and down, as the King waited for your breathing to calm.

After a minute of watching you, he lifted your knuckles to his lips and kissed them, making you break out into a giddy, irrepressible smile as he murmured, “You are everything I hoped for and more.”

As you lay tangled together, you kept thinking Chadwick would return any moment, but the longer he looked at you in that distinctive way of T’Challa’s, the more you realized he wasn’t going anywhere. At least not tonight.

You were happy to revel in the fantasy a little longer, and you snuggled up to his side. “I never thought I would get to be with a King,” you gushed, broadening the smile already on his face.

“I am the lucky one.” He kissed your forehead, your nose, and paused at your lips, “Will you stay with me?”

It must have been after two in the morning, and though his work day started in a few hours, you had a feeling neither of you would be getting much sleep.

You didn’t respond but moved forward to capture his lips, beginning a slow, but fiery kiss as he shifted you onto your back again and kept you there the rest of the night.

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hello!! i didn’t know if your requests are open or not, but if they are, could you write the rfa + saeran and v taking a bubble bath with mc after she’s had a stressful day? sfw please~

Hello! Yes of course! Sorry, this took such a long time to get to. I hope you enjoy it! ^^

Warning: I am honestly really illiterate. I have never taken a bubble bath so I have no idea what goes in, etc. I used google images and my imagination as a reference, haha. Still, I hope you enjoy it! (After Yoosung, it’s under the cut because it’s semi long).

Yoosung

The moment you enter your and Yoosung’s shared apartment, you had started to nag the poor boy for all the little things or chores he didn’t do. And with months into your relationship, Yoosung knew exactly what was wrong. You only ever picked on him for insignificant things for two main reasons: you were angry with him, or you’ve had a stressful day. It was evidently the later one. Subsequently to your little tantrum session, Yoosung just smiled at you, as he massaged your shoulders in all the right places, and led you towards the bathroom.

Mentally, he applauded himself for preparing a pampering session ahead of time.

“Yoosung, please just let me–” You began, almost begging, as you tried to shrug the blonde off of you. Right away, a groan of pleasure left your lips as he continued to massage your shoulders, and forcefully made you enter the bathroom.

“Trust me,” He said grinning, and just then, the sight of your bathtub entered your sights. It made you gasp in awe.

Your bath was full of bubbles. There were a few candles lit around the bathtub, and you saw the colours of your favourite bath bomb fizzing in the water. That was great and all, but the best part?

On one corner of the bathtub, you saw your favourite brand of chocolates – heaps, and heaps of chocolate.

Yoosung smiled brightly, pleased with your expression, before he spoke. And when he did, you literally felt yourself falling in love with him all over again.

“Let’s take a bubble bath together and throw chocolate blocks in other’s mouths.”

Zen

“Babe, let me help you get settle down,” Zen suggested, as you entered his place, and he helped you take your coat off. He could literally feel your stress ooze off of you. From your long sighs, to your little gestures of rubbing your head, easily conveyed that you were stressed. Zen was glad that he had prepared a romantic bubble bath beforehand, but at his suggestion you frowned.

“I’m too tired for sex,” You stated bluntly, and that caused his pale face to blow up red in embarrassment. It was cute how even after dating him for such a long time, and how ‘manly’ he proclaimed himself to be, he was still so easy to fluster. The thought almost made you smile.

“I-I, I wasn’t r-referring to sex!”  He shrieked, stuttering like a tsundere from an anime. “I thought we could have bath our stress away. Do skincare routine and shampoo each other’s hair,” He said, scoffing at you.

Your eyes widened slightly, just the thought of taking a bubble bath, instantly made you want to melt into relaxation. Eagerly, you began to walk towards the bathroom, and Zen followed you.

“You have some weird kinks,” You said, as you looked towards the bathtub in awe. The water was a gorgeous hue of light magenta (from the bath bomb he used), and it smelled like roses. It was really divine.

“It’s not a kink!” Zen exclaimed in embarrassment, and you giggled.

“I’m just kidding. I love running my hands through your long hair.”

Jaehee

It was a stressful day at the Kang household.

Jaehee was stressed (the question is when is she not?) and you were stressed. There was just so much of it, that you literally taste it, and it was NOT a nice taste. So, you decided that both of you deserved a treat, and ran a bubble bath. You lit up some scented candles, took out caramel flavoured treats, and placed a wooden board in the middle of the tub.

When you and Jaehee got in the bubble bath together, at first, it flustered both of you. However, that shyness was forgotten, when you placed your old cheap laptop on the wooden board, and it started playing one of the many dramas that Zen had acted in.

Instantly, Jaehee was glowing, and her stress morphed into happiness. The relaxing cold water worked at your tired body muscles just right, and this in addition with Jaehee’s joyous expression, made you beam in happiness too.

“This is the best!” She squealed in excitement, as the drama CD started to play, and you held out the sweet treats for her.

She blushed in embarrassment because that wasn’t “healthy” but not even a second later, she started binging on them, and so did you.

“I’m glad you like it,” You said grinning, with a light blush on your face.

She returned your smile.

“I love it,” She corrected, and you both giggled. Then, for the rest of the evening, you and Jaehee simply relaxed and enjoyed each other’s company in the bubble bath.

Jumin

This guy had organized the most extravagant bubble bath for the two of you to enjoy. Jumin was a very observant person, and especially for someone he loved with all his heart, he would instantly notice if something was bothering them. For this reason, he instantly noticed the fact that you had been stressed (for whatever reason) over the past few days.

Your cheeks were flushed pink, as he gently guided your bathrobe off your shoulders, and led you towards the big bathtub. His fingers softly brushed against your skin at the sensitive part of your neck. However, there was nothing sensual about it; it was a light soothing touch. Then lovingly, he started to place feathery kisses on your face, and with red spreading further on your cheeks, you poured red wine in two glasses that were beside you.

Shyly, you held out one of the glass for him, and he ceased with his gentle pecks on your face. He took the glass out of your hands, and gave you a soft smile.

He was so cute, it made me you want to melt.

“Thank you my love,” He said, as he gently clanked his glass against yours, and began to sip on the fine wine.

You smiled at him, and oh god you were so cute, it made me him want to melt.

You felt yourself relax further in the bath, sighing in content as the soft rose petals brushed against your skin soothingly.

“Thank you for always looking after me, Jumin; I love you,” You confessed, smiling, as you averted your eyes to your share of the fine wine, and began sipping it.  You were completely oblivious to the red blush that adorned Jumin’s cheeks.

Seven

It was obvious to Saeyoung that you were a fumbling ball of stress. He knew how exhausting and draining a stressful day could be like. Whenever he was in that situation, you would always do something nice to help him. Whether that was a proper home cooked meal, or forcing him to be away from his work (despite his stubbornness) so he could rest. You were always looking out for him, which made him want to look out for you as well.

So, he decided to surprise you with a bubble bath.

As you slowly sat in the bath, with the pleasant smell of candles already making you feel relaxed, you narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously.

The red-head instantly put his hands up in defence.

“I’m not pranking you, I swear. I know my limits. You’ve been really stressed lately so this is me pampering you,” He said, smiling.

In response, you returned his smile with your own.

“Thank you Saeyoung,” You said, as you sighed in content. You picked up the glass which had some sort of beverage from next to you, and brought it to your lips, before taking a sip.

Instantly, you wanted to gag in distaste.

“What the hell is this?!” You snapped, glaring at Saeyoung. He gazed at your drink for a moment before his eyes widened.

“Dr. Pepper mixed with vodka and olive juice. Is it not good? I thought it w–”

“Saeyoung!” You snapped in anger, and he winced.

“Sorry.”

“Get me some wine, now! And don’t add anything weird to it!”

“Yes ma’am!”

V

You had the tendency to over analyse everything a bit too much. That was one of the reasons why you were feeling as if your brain was going to fall out of your head due to stress.

Being the angel that V was, he wanted to surprise you with a relaxing bubble bath. As he gently guided your blind-folded self in your shared bathroom, your brain, even for a few seconds could not stop over analysing everything.

V did not know whether to found your constant enquiries concerning or funny.

“Jihyun, we aren’t doing anything weird right? You’ve blindfolded me and in the movie I watched last night, the blindfolded girl ends up being killed and left in a ditch,” You said, as you gripped one of his hands in reassurance.

Deciding that it was funny, V chuckled at the crazy ideas your brain came up with.

“Do you think I would do that to you?” He asked in amusement, and in response, you immediately shook your head as a ‘no.’  

He smiled at your antics as he gently took off your blindfold to reveal the state of your bathroom. It was night-time so obviously, without any lights, the bathroom was going to be dark. Using that to his advantage, there were fairy lights hung in the bathroom. The fairy lights were blue and white which provided beautiful lighting. The lights were reflected in the red water of the bath, which also had few flower petals floating on it. The bathroom was engulfed with the smell of your favourite scent, and just the whole sight of it made you gasp in surprise.

V wrapped his arms around your waist, and settled his chin on the top of your head.

“I prepared this for you,” He said, sounding pleased, as he noticed your starstruck expression. But of course, you could never stop overthinking because your brain provided you with the craziest idea, that nearly caused you to go in a panicked state.

“I love your photos, I really do,” You began, and V blinked in confusion. “This is very pretty, but I’m not comfortable with the idea of you taking nude pictures of me in a bubble bath,” You stated, frowning.

The bluenette was completely baffled at your words.

“What?” He asked, unsure whether he heard wrong.

Your frown deepened. “I said –”

“I know what you said. [Name], I’m not going to take your photos. I thought we could bath together and that would help you relax,” He stated, sweat-dropping.

Your mouth formed an ‘oh’ in realization, and your cheeks reddened in embarrassment. You smiled sheepishly, before you grabbed his collar, pulled him down, and pecked him on his lips.

“You should’ve said so, haha. Thanks, I love you,” You said grinning, as you dragged him next to the bathtub with you, and he just shook his head in response.

Saeran

You were having a bubble bath with Saeran. When he had noticed your excessive amount of stress levels, he was instantly at it; filling up the entire bathtub with water, and making it as bubbly as possible. He had filled the bath with some lemon slices and countless of different flowers. It was very pretty, and relaxing. Especially, when he pulled up two tubs of ice cream. One was his favourite flavour that he had given to you, and the other was your favourite flavour that he held.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

“Um, Saeran, shouldn’t I hold the ice cream flavour that I like?” You said, gesturing towards the tub of ice cream in his hands, that you wanted to eat.

In response, his cheeks flushed pink. While he seemed flustered about whatever he was thinking, he also seemed to be sly about it since he was smirking.

His expression just increased your confusion.

“I was thinking we could feed each other,” He said. Although there was no stutter in his words, the tips of his ears were beginning to become pink too. He was obviously embarrassed, and that caused you to break out in giggles.

The blush on his cheeks spread further across his face, and he growled in anger.

“Don’t laugh at me! I just wanted to help you relax and cheer you up!” He exclaimed in embarrassment.

Your forced your giggles to cease, before giving him an apologetic smile.

“Sorry,” You said, before you opened up the ice cream tub. You scooped up some ice cream with a spoon, and held it out for him.

“Say ah~” You said, giggling when he glared at you.

Nonetheless, he complied, and ate the ice cream from the spoon.

“Good boy,” You complimented, grinning cheekily. In response, Saeran kicked your feet, making you yelp. He began to flick the bubbles at you, until you apologized, and uttered an “I love you.” Then, for the rest of the bath, Saeran and you talked about the cause of your stress and how you could deal with it, while feeding each other your favourite flavours of ice cream.

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[killingmebtob]

[[☾]] Too Rough // Lee Changsub

Author: @killingmebtob // Gen

Title: Too Rough

Characters: Changsub and Reader

Author’s Note: For those who can’t take rough sex stories, IT’S NOT TOO LATE TO TURN AROUND AND LEAVE.

Summary: Jealousy got the best of him.

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Unprotected Sex, Fingering, Rough Sex, slightly!dom Changsub, Double Penetration 

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Your name: submit What is this?

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"Cheers!" Everyone shouted as they held their glasses in the air and knocked against each other's. It has been a successful comeback so far and the group decided to celebrate for all the hardship.

I, on the other hand, felt that I shouldn't join them to allow them to just celebrate as a group. But Changsub, and the rest of them who I'm friends with as well, insisted. And so I did.

Changsub had coke in his glass as he had to drive us home after. They decided to gather in Sungjae's house, the biggest among everyone's. On the table laid a variety of food; fried chicken, spicy rice cake, some ramen and the list goes on.

"Now now," Eunkwang called out for everyone's attention. "As the leader, allow me to say a few words."

"I want a change of leader!" Ilhoon boo-ed, while everyone roared into laughter.

"Shall I be the next leader then?" Hyunsik chirped in. Eunkwang threw a playful glare at Hyunsik, before continuing.

"It has been a really busy comeback and I'm so proud of everyone. You've worked hard and now let's play hard!" He rose his glass again and everyone followed.

"Y/N, as a fan, what do you think?" Minhyuk asked out of the blue. Everyone's eyes were then on me, waiting for me to answer. I turned to Changsub, who gestured me to go on.

"Well, it really has been an amazing comeback and all the achievements just made us really proud. But of course don't tire yourself out, rest well too." I said sheepishly, earning a gentle nudge from Changsub.

We had been dating for a few months now, and dodging from Dispatch seemed successful, or so it seems. I was attached to them for a little while as an intern when I was in event management course, and we started to get close after. Everyone in the group seemed to be supporting us too, so we took a step further.

The celebration went on with all the eating, drinking and laughing. After bloating my stomach, I decided to rest on the couch, to catch my breath from all the eating. I felt someone joining me, glancing up, Sungjae took his seat next to me.

"Overate?" He joked, passing me a cup of soft drink. I nodded with an embarrassed smile, thanking him for the drink.

"How's everything for you?" He asked.

"Well, nothing special. Work's going well too." I shrugged before taking a sip of my drink.

"Which was your most recent event you handled?" He questioned, causing me to wreck my brain for the answer.

"When Ryan Reynolds was in Korea for the Deadpool premiere, if I'm not wrong."

His eyes grew wide at my answer. "No way! How is he like?"

I chuckled at his reaction. That was exactly how I was like when my supervisor told me I'll be assisting in that event. "He really is very nice. Well-mannered, humourous, and not forgetting handsome."

"I bet he is. Have you watched the movie?"

I nodded as an answer. "Yes, I was given a ticket to the premiere so I watched it with my team. So good."

He agreed as I took another mouth of my drink before placing it on the coffee table.

“We should catch a Marvel movie together!” He suggested, earning excited nods from me. Before I could reply anything else, I heard Changsub’s deep voice from behind the couch.

“Y/N, let’s go.”

“But - “

“I said, let’s go.”

His stern voice attracted the eyes of everyone else’s. As he strolled towards the door without looking back, I shrugged at everyone’s puzzled face and jogged to catch up with him.

The ride back home was a quiet one, the silence was so thick that it choked me. I could literally feel fire burning from him as his eyes locked onto the road ahead, no words from him at all. Though I really didn’t understand what pissed him off, I decided to ask him when he cooled down.

~~

I got up to bed as he went to change into his sleeping clothes. Scrolling my phone while waiting for him, I laid on the bed, eyeing him as he entered the room and left again for the bathroom. Finally in his sleeping pjs, he came back into the room and dropped himself on the bed as he dried his hair with his towel. With his back facing me, I decided to creep up and wrapped my arms around him, resting my chin on his shoulder.

“Are you ok?” I asked carefully, but received a silent treatment.

“Fine, don’t talk to me.” I untangled myself and threw myself back onto the bed on my back. I was ready to continue using my phone when suddenly, he hovered over me, his eyes glaring deep into mine.

“What are you -” I was cut off by him slamming his lips onto mine. I kissed him back but I could tell he was being rough, sucking and biting on my lower lip harshly. I tried to push him away but didn’t move an inch. He pulled back to suck my bare neck.

“Changsub, please..” I was begging him to stop and listen to me instead, but I couldn’t help but feel aroused by his harsh actions.

“The way he made you laugh, made you smile..” He mumbled against my skin, growling as he continued his attack. Then it finally dawned me, he was jealous about me talking to Sungjae.

I felt him slowed down, pressing his lips against my neck. I wrapped my arms around him as he continued to hover me. “Are you jealous?” I asked, a tint of playfulness in my voice.

“Of course I am,” he groaned before claiming my lips once again. I let him have his way as it’ll help him cool down. I felt his hands roaming around before tugging on the hem of my tops, before pulling it over my head and off me. He leaned back up just to get rid of the clothing before he came back down, but towards my already hard nipples.

He sucked on one and his fingers played with the other, giving both of them equal attention, but this time more rough than usual. I tangled my fingers in his hair, throwing my head backwards into the pillow, moaning as my nipples wetted with his spit.

I moaned his name, earning a groan from him that sent vibration from my nipple to the other parts of me. “You like this? You like it when I treat you rough?” He mumbled, releasing my nipple to face me. I nodded my head slowly, biting my lower lips. He let out a dark smirk as his hands went to my shorts to pull them down, his eyes locked on mine as his fingers found my wet core.

“Changsub, please.” I let out, inhaling deeply. He let out a chuckle as he circled my entrance, teasing me with his fingers. I groaned in frustration as his teasing got worse. “Changsub!”

He then slowly inserted one finger, painfully deep in a thrust, causing me to arch my back at the sudden entrance. His finger stayed still, I rose my hips to create some friction. He used his bare hand to push me back down, stopping me from squiriming. “Be a good girl,” he whispered, pushing the hair away from my face. He pulled his finger out to slam it back in, knuckle deep. He increased his speed before inserting another finger in, stretching my walls around his thick fingers.

“Changsub, I’m.. I’m -” With that, he removed his fingers, licking my juices off them as he continued staring at me in the eye. I whined at the sudden emptiness. “What do you want, Y/N?” He caressed my cheek with the back of his fingers.

“Fuck me, please.” I barely let out, feeling my orgasm subsiding.

He leaned back to undress himself, his proud member slapped against his stomach. He went down towards my wet core as he pushed his cock into my mouth, doing a 69 position as he ate me out. I struggled to keep his hard member in my mouth as his tongue pleasured me, earning moans tearing from my throat. The vibration from my mouth caused him to groan, pleasure zapped through my body. As he felt that I was about to cum, he pulled his tongue out. I whimpered around his cock as he began to thrust it deeper, his head hitting the back of my throat, cutting my air supply. Feeling his cock swell in my mouth, he pulled out as pre-cum started to drip out.

“As much as I want to cum, I want to slam into real hard, like how you made me so jealous.” His voice deep, something in it tells me I don’t have a choice but to obey him and his instructions. I nodded my head, earning a smirk from him as I felt him aligning his cock at my entrance. Before I could react, he thrust it in fully. I let out a shout, of surprise and of pain. Instantly, I wrapped my arms around his neck as he continued his attack, not resting for a minute to let me adjust.

I moaned into his ears as he growled against my skin, the inner beast of him released as he continued his rough thrusting. To a point that it got painful, I tried to stop him in between my whimpers and moans but all were turned into deaf ear. “Changsub, please go gentle.” But he increased his speed, the pain turning into pleasure before into pain once again.

I felt him bite into my shoulder, feeling my walls convulsed around him as his cock swelled in me. “Cum,” he instructed, and as if on cue, I came undone right after. He continued his thrust, delaying his orgasm as he ordered me again, “cum again.” I whimpered, clinging onto his neck as the pleasure was overwhelming that it hurt. I felt a tingling sensation in my stomach, my orgasm building in me as per what he wanted. He let out a groan, indicating he was close. I felt his finger poking at my back entrance, before sticking two fingers in a thrust. I screamed at the sudden intrusion, triggering my orgasm and his.

My body limped on his as he laid on the back, my chest against his. His breathing calmed down, his finger drawing random shapes on my bare back. My eyelids were heavy, exhausted at the exercise we did. I felt him plant a kiss on my cheek, causing me to look up at him. “I’m sorry,” he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer to him. “I shouldn't have been so rough, letting my jealousy cloud my mind.”

“Are you feeling better now?” My lips lifted up. He smiled back, nodding as an answer.

“Don’t be so rough next time, it hurts.” I pouted.

“I’m sorry, no more next time.”

I snuggled under his arm, my arms tangled around his bare body, dozing off as he whispered “I love you”.

#btob smut #changsub smut #kpop smut #lee changsub smut #born to beat smut #changsub imagines #changsub scenarios #lee changsub imagines #lee changsub scenarios #btob scenarios #btob imagines

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Post (damn) it

Author’s note: A VEEEEERY LATE BIRTHDAY PRESENT FOR THE CUTEST PERSON EVEEEEEEER hi @the-floofinator, I’m looking at you~! ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ Hopefully you can still love me uwu 

Summary: Seven’s pasted post-its all over his place and Yoosung is not amused.

While being very aware of the fact that they were anything but a normal couple, Yoosung still couldn’t stop himself from being very surprised at the overwhelming amount of post-its scattered all over Seven’s place. Not only were said post-its very randomly placed, they all had the exact same message:

“pls love me uwu”

A normal boyfriend would probably write something along the lines of, “I love you,” but unfortunately, Seven did the exact opposite (literally) and Yoosung could almost hear him say it in his trademark trolling voice with this lame smirk on his handsome face.

Was Seven even home? Yoosung had no idea. Today was not a special day either, or something, because for a minute he started questioning whether he had forgotten one of their anniversaries, or worse, Seven’s birthday, but today was pretty much like any other day. He had just gotten home from school and was about to call his boyfriend when he found the first post-it on the front door, followed by a few on the floor and the walls of the hallway and yeah, he should probably take a picture of this.

There were post-its friggin’ everywhere. On the couch, the kitchen table, the rest of the walls, the fridge, cabinets, even on the screens of his extra computers, what even. This must have taken at least five hours. And Yoosung was stupid enough to collect all of them to see if one of them was different.

He half-expected one of them to be blank, or read, “SUCKAAAAHHH” but no.

There were even post-its under the couch and Yoosung was about to lose his mind. This had to be one of Seven’s games. It wouldn’t surprise him in the slightest if he had hung up a hidden camera somewhere and was now watching him in his room, laughing his ass off. Yoosung groaned quietly to himself and crawled under the couch, determined to find every last one of those damn post-its.

It did get pretty tiring after a while, though, so he decided to go get some juice out of the fridge… only to find post-its pasted to every single product. Groaning once again, Yoosung opened up the freezer, ignoring the post-it that was on there, too, of course, and found more post-its.

“Oh my god,” he mumbled to himself and facepalmed.

He had to start thinking outside the box: look behind the computers, between the cushions of the couch, in the bathroom and yes, in the toilet because Seven was the shittiest piece of shit he knew. He was seriously this close to losing his mind, but he was not going to lose this game, so after rolling up his sleeve and taking a breath, he reached for the post-it that was floating in the dirty toilet water, hoping that this one would contain a different message.

Unfortunately his dream was crushed into tiny little pieces as the wet and almost torn piece of paper still read, “pls love me uwu”

That’s it.

“Seveeeeen!”

“Yes, dear?”

Yoosung actually screeched and turned around to see Seven leaning against the doorway with his hip, hands in his pockets, looking at him innocently as if he hadn’t done anything wrong. “I hate you.”

Seven raised a challenging eyebrow. “Did you read the post-its? I thought my message was pretty clear. I was gonna say, “Do I have to spell it out for you?” but I guess that,” a chortle and Yoosung’s left eye twitched. “would be unnecessary.”

The wet post-it fell to the floor as Yoosung pointed a very angry and a very wet finger at him. “What’s the big idea? Why would you do this to me?”

“Because I wanna be loved by my cutie patootie boyfriend!” Seven sang dramatically and grabbed Yoosung’s wrist, dragging him out of the bathroom. “Also lowkey wanted to find out if I could annoy you with a bunch of post-its. Sometimes you make it way too easy for me and I feel a little sorry for you, but it’s just way too much fun.”

Yoosung tried to say something, he really did, but found himself absolutely flabbergasted. Instead he let himself get dragged back to the living room where he was pushed onto the couch and had Seven looming over him.

“So?”

“So, what…?” Yoosung replied lamely, trying to hide the fact that he really enjoyed their closeness.

“Do you love me?”

Uh-oh. Yoosung slowly felt his entire face going red from top to bottom, probably going all the way down to his neck as well. Even the tip of his ears felt hot, because he hadn’t even considered taking the message on those post-its seriously, but now that Seven was asking it, using his low voice, touching his knee with his warm hands and looking at him over the rim of his glasses, Yoosung couldn’t help but feel like dying.

He did love Seven, but never had the courage to say it out loud. Let alone with their noses almost touching and their lips so close that they were breathing in each other’s air.

The hand on his knee was still there, fingers moving back and forth ever so slightly which made his muscles spasm. Seven’s smirk widened, broke eye contact and Yoosung followed his gaze to his knee, blinking in confusion. The hand crawled to the underside of his knee and Yoosung jumped, pressing his back against the couch, trying to get away from the ticklish touch.

“I’m hurt, Yoosungie. You took way too long. Guess you have to make it up to me by letting me hear your cute laughter.”

Shit. “Seven, no.”

Seven wasn’t listening to him and simply grabbed the back of his other knee, pulling on both legs so Yoosung ended up in a very awkward angle on the couch, pretty much unable to do anything other than kick his captivated legs. And beg. Beg not to get the absolute shit tickled out of him-

Too late. Seven had both legs in a headlock and slipped his hand under Yoosung’s shirt, kneading his sides and ribs, making Yoosung guffaw and throw his head back. He flailed around like a penguin, his brain too fuzzy from their proximity to produce any useful signals, so all he could do was squirm around on the couch and get even more stuck between the cushions and Seven’s body.

“You’re so adorable when you’re getting tickled,” Seven chuckled and wiggled his fingers over his boyfriend’s trembling stomach, leaving him absolutely breathless.

“S-shut up!” Yoosung squealed and bucked his hips in a fruitless attempt to get rid of the annoying fingers that were driving him insane. He couldn’t function, he couldn’t think; he could merely cover his face to hide his bright red cheeks and goofy grin and try to roll over to one side, but Seven was onto him and kept switching sides so he would be in constant anticipation.

At some point Seven had thrown his legs back onto the couch and was now straddling him like some stupid pro. Over the past few months he had become a very good and ruthless tickler, but Yoosung was forever in denial about it, thinking (mostly hoping) that there was some way out of it.

Too bad he was wrong.

“Do you love me, Yoosung?”

“Seven, I’m— No! Please, dohon’t! Stop it, stop it, stop iiiiit!”

Poor Yoosung died a thousand painful deaths when Seven blew a loud raspberry on his stomach, burying his nose in every little crevice he could find while holding down his hips, sneakily squeezing them, too. Seven laughed along with him as he playfully nibbled around his midriff and Yoosung was beyond saving now, but he could still make out Seven mumbling something against his skin,

“Of course I know that you love me. Zen told me that you confessed your love for me to him when you were totally wasted.”

Yoosung shrieked in response because Seven decided to emphasize his point by squeezing his thigh. “You knew all along!”

“Well, duh.”

“I will freaking end y-yoooooooou!”

“Yes, talk dirty to me, babe.”

#mystic messenger #yooseven #tickle fic #tickling #yoosung #seven #the-floofinator #my fic #i love you uwu #geddit geddit #100