#gonna go shopping later to make up for this nonsense

[eddieschains]

Happy Birthday

Joseph Quinn X Fem!Reader

TW// 18+, rpf (don’t like it, don’t read it), face sitting, oral (f receiving), fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), this is a repost

You woke up to the sun shining in your eyes, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes you look over to see Joe sleeping peacefully, his beauty making you smile. Today was his birthday, and you had planned on making a big deal out of it even with his protests.

“Joeeee.” You groan as you turn over, lightly shaking him. “Joey!! Wake up, it’s your birthday!” You shake him harder, excitement filling your voice like a child on christmas morning.

He groans in response, throwing the duvet back over your body and pulling you into his chest. “Too early.” He whispers, the morning voice coating his throat.

“But we have so much to do today.” You frown. He kisses the top of your head, wrapping his arms around you while rubbing your back.

“Like what?” His eyes are still closed as he talks to you.

“Well I was gonna make you breakfast, then thought we could go for a walk downtown. Maybe we could go to that ice cream shop you love so much.”

“Mmm I do like that shop.” He smiles, finally opening his eyes meeting yours.

“And we can’t forget all the birthday sex I was gonna give you.” You smirk, and his head instantly pops up.

“Well that wasn’t on the calendar.” You giggle, pecking his lips. “What are we waiting for? Let’s get this birthday started.”

“Of course that would perk you right up.” You laugh, deepening the kiss. His hands fly to your waist, pulling you on top of him without disconnecting your lips.

You place your legs on either side of him, grinding down into his half hard cock. It’s no surprise that the mere mention of sex has helped him grow even a little bit.

“So, birthday boy, how do you want me?” You ask, placing your hands on his chest while he contemplates.

“Well since i’ve got you in position, I think you should climb up here and sit on my face.” You stare at him for a moment while he just smirks and raises his eyebrows up and down.

“But it’s your birthday, shouldn’t I be giving you head?” You ask, cocking your head to the side.

“I thought you said you planned on a lot of sex? We have plenty of time for that later. Now get up here.” You sigh, giving in to him as he pulls your thighs up to his neck.

You hover above his mouth, always nervous that you’re going to suffocate him, and slowly lower yourself on to him. You can tell he’s getting annoyed with the slow pace of your movements, and grabs your hips, pulling you on to his mouth.

“Oh!” You yelp, giggling at his actions. Your laughs soon turn into moans when he slides his tongue from the bottom of your pussy up to your clit. “Shit, Joe.”

He moans an mm-hmm into your dripping cunt, sending vibrations all through your body. He spends a couple minutes licking and flicking his tongue up and down your slit before attaching his mouth around your clit.

“Jesus.” You breath out, your hands finding his head to hold on to for leverage. He sucks your clit furiously before grabbing your hips and angling your body forward. His mouth stays on your bud while his fingers slide through your wetness, toying with your entrance. He doesn’t warn you before sliding two of them deep inside of you.

“Joe! Fuck me!” You can feel him smile without releasing you from his mouth. His fingers start moving rapidly in and out of you, frantically begging for you to cum.

You start to grind down on his face, helping you speed up the process as he curls his fingers inside, hitting that soft spot inside of your cunt. “Shit shit shit. Just like that baby, feels so fucking good. Oh my god.” You’re moaning nonsense as you feel yourself getting closer to release.

He continues his motions with his fingers, moving faster with every thrust. Holding your clit in his mouth, he continues sucking, but now also moving his head side to side earning the most pornographic moan you’ve ever felt come out of you.

Your brain is too focused on the pleasure to warn him about your orgasm before it comes rolling through like a train. “Fucking- FUCK Joe!” Your shaking legs are trying to get away from him as he slaps his hand down on your thighs, keeping you in place. He removes his mouth from you, replacing it with his fingers. He softly rubs your clit in circles, letting you ride out your high until your able to compose yourself again.

He helps you remove yourself from your seat on his face, slowly placing you onto his lap. “Fuck baby. So tight for me.” He moans as you slide yourself down his cock.

You lower your head into his neck, still not quite able to fully hold yourself up, as he wraps his arms around your waist waiting for you to adjust to his size before moving.

Lifting your head from his neck, you look at him and nod, giving him permission to start moving. He grips your hips softly, and slowly bounces you on top of him, eyes locking with yours.

His thrusts are slow and sensual, less frantic than the way he was working with his hands and mouth. He wanted this to last, even with the promise of more to come.

“Feels so good. God I love you so much.” He moans, pulling you in for a kiss. The kiss is deep and passionate, neither of you fighting for dominance over the other. Just relishing in the closeness of each others presence.

You try to sit up, finally regaining your strength, to take over his thrusts with your own body before he pulls you back down to him.

“Mm-mm. Stay right here, want you close to me.” You smile, laying back down on his chest while he slowly moves himself in and out of you. You can’t remember the last time you two had sex like this. Making love. That’s what it was. And it felt great.

It felt like there was no pressure to reach an end goal of an orgasm, although that was definitely going to happen. You were just enjoying the feeling of comfort in one another. You grind your hips slowly, matching his thrusts making the sensation even better.

“God this feels good.” You whimper, as he pecks your shoulders.

“Yeah? You like this?” You mumble an mm-hmm before he grabs your hands, intertwining your fingers with his.

You both speed up your movements just a little bit, both of you feeling your coils about to snap. Attaching your lips to each other once again, you can feel his cock start to twitch inside of you. You both moan into the kiss, a feeling of pure bliss coming over the two of you.

You continue grinding until your coil snaps, a wave of heat rushing over your body at the same time you feel his cum coating your walls. You both continue your slow movements to ride out your highs, never disconnecting your lips.

Once you both are satisfied, you remove your lips from each other, staring into the others eyes with pure love.

“I love you so much. Happy birthday baby.” You smile, returning for one last peck before lifting yourself off of him.

“This is already the best birthday i’ve ever had.” He smiles, pulling you into his arms. “But just so you know, I am going to destroy you later.”

You laugh, pulling away from him and standing out of the bed. “Food first.”

#joseph quinn #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x fem!reader #joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn rpf

[twisted-lover-boys]

uhm so I may be an orange cat – not an single thought behind my eyes, expect the urge to spoil those pathetic boys :/

so, may I request ruggie with an rich s/o? like, not even "oh yes he's rich haha" an SPOILED ROTTEN RICH, an "oh, this is 30 million dollars? I thought you said it was expensive" kind of rich

and his s/o is so carefree with the money, that he just yk spoil ruggie rotten. if ruggie sees, ruggie has it and that's an unbreakable rule for the partner

Spoiling the Hyena

{not proof-read}

Living in my host club era—

Honestly, he deserves the king treatment mans has done enough in his life

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His whole life, Ruggie had only known one phrase: only the strong can survive. Growing up in the backstreets of the Sunset Savanah and not having much to his name, he did whatever he could just to get by

Becoming successful with boatloads of money is what fueled him in his studies and he was lucky enough to get into NRC

His mindset was to work hard for any bit of madol he could get his hands on and storing as much food as he could. And that worked for a while, but that was all before you

You were rich. Not royalty rich, but still enough to live comfortably and practically just throw your money around which is what you did. At first, Ruggie couldn’t really see himself falling for you but we all know how that ended…

Ruggie was greedy for you. Your attention, your love, your affection, everything. It became less about the money and more about you. It just happened to be how you showed love

You always bought Ruggie lunch, new clothes, souvenirs, and he always accepted them with vigor, not truly knowing how much they cost. After all, he wasn’t gonna sell them since they came from you

It was only when you decided to go shopping with him once that he truly understood how rich you were.

“Woah! So much for something so little! Why? That’s so dumb!”

“Hm? How much is it, Ruggie?”

“It’s, like, 2 grand!”

“Oh. That’s basically chump change. Lemme get it for ya.”

“…huh?”

From then on, he didn’t really worry about the pricing of something if you were there with him. No matter how big the price, you’d always get it for him

“Y’know, you don’t have to get me all this.”

“Nonsense! You deserve all this! What better way to show my love than to spoil you rotten!”

In events, it’s only shown ten-fold

He really wanted to keep his fairy gala outfit, or at least keep the stones so that he could sell them later. When he learned he couldn’t keep it, he got upset. Yet lo and behold you managed to get an exact replica of it. He hasn’t sold it

The port event was…interesting. It was entirely fueled by the fact that the restaurant Jack was meant to being Ruggie to had almost practically shut down. You won’t lie, the event was fun but you won’t tell Ruggie about the massive advertising you did for the event just for the restaurant so that he could try it. You definitely take him down there often

Halloween was massive and, while everyone had to stay in budget, you went above and beyond with your own money just to make Savanaclaw as scary as it could be. Azul was definitely upset but for the entire wrong reason

And lastly, noble bell. Ruggie went fully expecting to grab a lot of things and sell them for cash…just for him to remember that you’re filthy rich and can practically buy him any souvenir or food he wanted with no dent to your savings. He definitely got a lot of things, both for safekeeping and for selling

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just a girl

'christmas in monaco'

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[december]

"why did you post my cake?" the girl pouted, nearly shouting over the facetime call as lando laughed in response. "it was gonna be a surprise!"

"you made cake?" arthur walked into the kitchen, smiling at the sprinkles covered cake and then addi. "who are you talking to?"

"I did, you want some?" she smiled and started looking for a knife after the taller nods, "i'm talking to lando,"

"bonjour!" lando speaks loudly, greeting the youngest leclerc brother. arthur's smile fades a little bit, but he puts it back on as he walked next to the girl and greets the driver on the other side of the call. addi starts cutting the cake, squealing as sprinkles start falling out of the middle.

"hold on lando, i'm gonna take a picture." she clappings before grabbing her phone from the counter and going on instagram to post her masterpiece on her story. "here, artie!" the taller boy smiles and takes the cake, "will i die from this?" he asks, hearing the brit laugh from the phone speakers.

addi rolls her eyes and sets her phone back up to face arthur, "eat it." lando and her watch as arthur takes a bite before he makes a questionable face. "interesting."

lando bursts out into laughter once more, nearly wheezing as addi sits there with a frown. "it's not bad, it's just too much sugar, amor." he clarifies.

after the cake is put away in plastic wrap and lando hangs up the facetime call to go stream on twitch, arthur and addi sit at the island and talk about nonsense for a while. part of arthur wants to scream out everything he feels. and part of addi wants to ask him everything he feels.

ever since the whole pierre situation, things just haven't been the same. arthur's clueless as to why, he wasn't sure what could be going on between his best friend and pierre to make her act this way. he tried asking the older frenchman about it, but he was shut down, he even tried asking his own brother about it, but he got the same result. he's asked just about everyone that could have a clue as to what happened that afternoon, except addi herself.

it took some courage in him to finally come out with it, "so, what happened that day with you and pierre? you never told me?" she froze. her eyes glued to her shoes as she tried to come up with an excuse as to why she couldn't tell him. but she couldn't. "addi?"

"pierre and i kissed, like... over a year ago now." she blurted out seeing his face change into an expression that she could only describe as confused with a hint shocked. she felt like throwing up right there. "we never talked about it, but i grew feeling for him, until i saw him kissing another girl. it's really no big deal now, we've clearly gotten over each other, and he didn't really know i had any actual feeling for him back then."

arthur was confused, why would this change how she acts around him? why would they need to talk about it over a year later? how can they still be so comfortable around each other after that?

"so... when he was explaining why he did it... he told me something..." she looked up at him, meeting his eyes for the first time in weeks, he was waiting for her to continue, he needed to know. "he said that you had feelings for me."

arthur couldn't say anything, or at least he felt like he couldn't. he felt sick, as if he would vomit if he were to open his mouth to speak. pierre told her that? he said he wouldn't tell a soul. "i'm sorry."

"why are you sorry?" she whispered, they're in the house alone with charles, everyone else was out doing some shopping or winter activities, and charles is going to know the details in a couple hours anyway. so whispering is useless. but it seemed like it was more out of comfort from the girl.

"i didn't want you to find out."

the worry of losing a friend is one thing, but the worry of losing a friend that is considered family, that's another story. there's so many things arthur did in order to avoid his feelings, he even tried dating. nothing worked. addilyn was still... perfect. he could point out every little feature, every little habit she had, and no matter how weird or ugly she thought they were, he loves them.

the silence leaves ringing in their ears, what are they supposed to say now? "i..." addi starts off, trying to find words to comprehend the mess that's going on in her brain, "i don't know what to say, honestly."

the taller nodded, understanding that the situation is bigger than any other normal circumstance. "i love you, arthur, but..." god not the 'but.' "i'm not sure how i feel about you... like that."

he looks at her confused, not sure? what does she mean not sure? "i don't understand?"

she breathes out a sigh, taking his hand in hers. "i have a lot going on right now-"

"i know."

"-and i'm not sure if focusing on anything but racing is what i need right now." she has a lot of feelings going on, she's not sure what they mean or even if they're real or some type of illusion. she's not about to risk anything on illusions. "i don't expect you to." he shook his head.

"i know, and i appreciate that." she cradled his hand in both of her palms, rubbing her thumb against his skin. "it's not that there aren't any feelings there, there's... something. i'm just... i'm not sure what they are yet. and i'm worried if i spend too much time thinking about it then everything will get screwed up."

"it's okay," he pulled his hand away, making her heart drop, "i understand." he stand up from the barstool, kisses her head, and then leaves the kitchen without another word.

addi stays seated, her elbow on the counter while her hands support her head. 'idiot, idiot, idiot' she repeated in her head. "well, that was interesting." the girl was started by the sudden voice next to her, charles.

"the fuck, when did you get here?"

"eh, little while ago, i saw... that." charles raise his eyebrows at the girl before sitting where his younger brother was only a few seconds prior. "don't blame yourself."

"how could i not?" she scoffed, laying her head down on the marble counter, "i feel like i just ruined everything."

the monegasque sighed and rubbed the girl head, "no, you didn't. it'll take time but things will go back to how they were. you did the right thing, you were honest."

"not completely honest." she mumbled, watching his face turn into confusion. she sits up, sighs, and looks him in the eye, "i think i like lando."

a/n: i heart love triangles.

taglist: @love4lando @fairiepoems @leilanixx @ietss @charli123456789 @ayoanna @enhacolor

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[glittter-vamp]

22 - Thong Song please and thank you 🙏 😂

Here you all go! I did my best to make it funny yet a bit scandalous lol

Based on the song Thong Song By Sisqo

Warnings: 18+ ONLY.MDNI! Sexual themes. Might or might not count as smut. Joe X Reader.

Word Count:1,829

"What do you think? These or these?" You ask your best friend as you hold up two different thongs. "Um...those aren't that cute." She says looking at your weird. "They're not for me." You say looking at the yellow thong. "Did I miss something and you dumped Joe for a girl?" She asks and you laugh. "These are for him." You say and she freezes. "Come again?" She asks. "He lost a bet." You say and she starts laughing. "On what!?" She asks. "We bet on some basketball game and his team lost." You say grabbing the yellow thong and leaving the red one you had also grabbed. "And what exactly is the punishment other than him having to wear that." she chuckles as you two head to the cashier in this lingerie store. "He has to wear it to a work party we're going to tomorrow night." Your smirk. "Oof, sucks to be him." She laughs. You two leave the mall and go your separate ways. You head over to your home that you shared with Joe, tired from the long shopping day you had with your best friend. 

Getting out of the car and grabbing all the shopping bags you make your way inside where you're instantly met with Joe fighting with someone. He was definitely playing one of his video games again. Deciding to leave him alone you make your way upstairs. You drop the bags on the bench that you had at the end of the bed and started putting stuff away. You bought way more than you had thought. "So you're just gonna come home and not say hello?" You hear Joe say as you hang up a new dress in the closet. "You seemed busy cussing someone out." You chuckle as he wraps his arms around you and gives you a kiss on your shoulder. "Ja'Marr made us lose the game again." He says making you laugh. "Nothing new I see." You say turning around and giving him a kiss. "Did you eat?" He asks. "We had lunch but I'm sure I'll get hungry again later." You say as Joe let's go of you and you walk back to the bags. "I'm surprised to see these many bags, I didn't get any notifications on my account the whole day." Joe says and you sigh. "How many times do I have to tell you that I can pay for things myself." You say grabbing another bag. "and that's cool but you do a lot of things for me, it'd make me feel better if you would treat yourself on my dime." Joe says. "You already pay for everything in this house Joseph, I can buy my own clothing and accessories." You chuckle shaking your head. 

"What's in here?" Joe smirks grabbing the bag from the lingerie boutique you had went earlier. "For you." You smirk. "Oh?" Joe smirks back but little did he know they were actually for him. He pulls out the yellow thong and he looks at them. "Not really your style but I'm sure they're going to look great on you." Joe says and you snort. "Someone I guess forgot about our bet the other day." You cross your arms smirking. Joe looks at you weird and then he freezes. "You were serious about that?" He asks. "Uh, yeah! Tomorrow is the perfect night to wear them too." You wink. "At your work party?! No way, nope." Absolutely not Joe says putting them back in the bag. "Hm... then I guess I can invite Sebastian instead." You shrug walking to put the skincare you had bought away in the bathroom. "Woah, Woah...Who said anything about taking your stupid coworker. Stop talking nonsense." Joe scoffs following you into the bathroom. "Then, keep your side of the bet!" You say and he sighs. "You're not going to let this go are you?" He asks. "Nope!" You smile at him through the mirror. 

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"Are you ready? We have to go in 5 minutes to get there on time" You say slipping your heels on. It was the evening of the party and you were about ready to go. "I'm actually not feeling too well, kind of have a headache maybe you should go without me." Joe says from the bathroom and you chuckle. "Nice try Burrow, let's go." You say grabbing your clutch. The bathroom door slowly opens and Joe comes out with an uncomfortable face making you smile. "You look nice...turn around." You say and he sighs in defeat turning around and you feast your eyes on his perfect ass in his slacks. "You should of done this a long time ago, you're has has never looked better." You smirk giving his plump cheeks a nice smack. "Do not do that!" Joe say turning around immediately. "Why not? You do it to me all the time. Hope you have an icepack in the freezer because that ass is going to be sore tonight." You wink at him before making your way out the bed room. "What does that even mean? I don't like the sound of that at all." Joe says following you. 

You two make your way to the car and you decide to drive. As you drove Joe kept moving around in his seat and adjusting himself. "Babe, you're kind of distracting me here." You say stopping at a red light. "Well sorry! But my balls are quite literally hanging out and this shit is riding up a little too much in the back." He says making you laugh. "Welcome to my world." You smile. "Can't believe I'm doing this." He says clearly irritated at the situation. "You lost fair and square, you'll be alright." You smirk and you could feel him giving you a dirty look beside you.

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It was later in the night now and you were mingling around talking to some coworkers at this party. It was retirement party for one of our supervisor and you were actually having a good time. Joe on the other hand...not so much. He kept leaving to the bathroom to readjust himself and he now believes that my coworkers assume he has the runs. "I'll be back." You tell your coworkers heading over to Joe who was getting a drink at the bar. "Hey there sweet cheeks."  You say to Joe grabbing a butt cheek which made him jump. "Don't do that, you work with these people." Joe mutters giving you a look. "Chill out grandpa, no one is even around or paying attention." You laugh. "Are you ready to leave yet? Between this bet and your co-workers thinking I have to poop every 10 minutes because of it. I think I did my time" He says as the bartender comes over with a water bottle for him. "Hmm...I think you've suffered enough." You say. You say your goodbyes to everyone and make your way home. This time Joe drove home and as he was driving an idea pops into your head. You had music playing from your phone and decided to queue a certain song. As you two drove in silence and the song you chose started playing, a smile played on your face. Joe quickly looks over to you hearing the familiar violin playing. "Here we go." He rolls his eyes making you laugh.

"He had dumps like a truck, truck, truck. Thighs like, what, what, what. Baby move your butt, butt, butt." You sang. "Can you please not!" Joe says trying not to laugh but you continue to sing anyway. "Let me see that thong, baby! That Th-thong, thong, thong! I like when that beat go, I like when that booty go!" You sing as if your life depended on it. "That's enough!" A very red Joe says turning off the radio. "You're such a party pooper! Boooo!" You say rolling your eyes. "I'm never ever doing this again." Joe shakes his head as he pulls into your neighborhood. "Never say never Joseph." You chuckle. He pulls up to the house and parks in the garage and he makes a straight bee line the bedroom and you follow him. Joe makes an abrupt stop right before entering the room which causes you to bump into his hard back. "Where do you think you're going?" He asks and you laugh. "You think you're going to wear a thong and I'm not going to at least see it on you?" You scoff. "That wasn't part of the bet, so...that's exactly what's going to happen" He says turning around and going into the room. "Okay, that's fine." You say and he eyes you suspiciously as you start to take your jewelry off and change. "What's your game here?" Joe asks not convinced that you would just let it go like that. "No game but now that I think of it it's been how long since we've had sex due to our schedules?" You ask Joe and he looks at you with an unamused face. "3 weeks." He mutters. "I was reading that for athletes it does them pretty good to refrain from sex when partaking in their sport...the season is coming up maybe it will do some good if you just only focused on football until February." You shrug. 

"You're threatening no sex because I won't let you see me in this stupid thing?" Joe asks. "I'm doing no such thing, I'm just thinking of you and ways to help you this season." You say grabbing your pajamas and going to the bathroom to wash your face and change. As you changed the bathroom door opens and Joe enters. "Some privacy please?" You say but he ignores you and walks on over to you. "If...I let you see me in this stupid thing. Promise me you won't go to your friends about it." Joe says and you smile. "Promise." You bite your lip. Joe gives you a nervous look before he undoes his pants an drops them. He couldn't even look you in the eye. You smile seeing the yellow thin piece of fabric fail miserably at covering his bits. "Now turn..." You smirk and he sighs before turning around and seeing just how his two perfect round cheeks just swallow the thong. "This is the best day of my life." You giggle and Joe turns his head gives you an annoyed look. "Okay, that's eno- woah woah...the night is just getting started. Give me a minute and I'll meet you on the bed." You smirk inching closer to him. "There's no way this is turning you on right now." Joe says and your hand slowly makes its way to one of his cheeks making him turn red. "Just do what I say Burrow." You say giving him a sweet kiss before snapping the thong on his ass cheek like he's done to you plenty of times, which made him flinch and whimper. This was going to be so fun, you thought to yourself.

#joe burrow fanfiction #joe burrow fic #joe burrow smut #song prompt #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow imagine

[likecastle]

ST Femslash Week - 80s gay culture

A little ficlet about 80s gay culture for @strangerthingsfemslashweek, only slightly late!

Content note for a little bit of internalized homophobia/biphobia--nothing super explicit, more anxiety on both Robin and Nancy's part

The first time it happens, Robin bounds up the stairs onto Nancy’s floor and hears the unmistakable strains of Patti Smith. It’s loud enough that she can hear the lyrics distinctly—Oh, she looks so good, oh, she looks so fine, Patti drawls. Well, Robin thinks, one of Nancy’s neighbors has good taste.

As she gets closer to the end of the hall, she realizes the music is coming from Nancy’s apartment. Only it can’t be Nancy, because Nancy’s never expressed anything but the vaguest interest any of the, oh, roughly six million times Robin’s gushed about how cool Patti Smith is. And I got this crazy feeling, Patti croons, that I’m gonna ah-ah make her mine.

When Robin knocks on the door, the music cuts off sharply, and she could swear she hears something crash over inside. A moment later, Nancy comes to the door looking flustered.

“You’re early,” she says irritably.

Robin shrugs and pushes her way into Nancy’s apartment. “They let me out for good behavior.”

On the kitchen table, she can see the cassette case for Horses, fresh out of its cellophane wrapping. Several more tapes are spilling out of a Rose Records bag—Joan Armatrading, Tracy Chapman . . . if her eyes don’t deceive her, the Indigo Girls.

“They got you doing music reviews now?” Robin asks, leaving aside the fact that none of these albums are recent enough to be news, at this point.

Nancy’s cheeks are a wild pink, and she won’t meet Robin’s eye. “Just . . . trying something different.”

It doesn’t escape her notice that these are all albums Robin has talked Nancy’s ear off at one point or another in the past few years. They’re all albums she could have easily borrowed from Robin, if she’d wanted to. But she didn’t. So Robin props a grin on her face and says, “OK. Want to order a pizza?”

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The second time it happens, Robin turns a corner in Women & Children First to find Nancy studying the back cover of Rubyfruit Jungle with such intensity that she doesn’t even look up when Robin almost runs into her.

“Hey, Nance,” Robin says softly, and Nancy jerks, dropping to book and then almost bashing her head on the shelf when she bends to pick it up.

“Hi,” Nancy says, fingers flexing around the spine of the paperback. “Robin. Hello.”

Robin can’t help grinning. “Howdy.” She gives Nancy a little wiggle of her fingers for good measure. “Sorry I scared you.”

“It’s not—you didn’t—” Nancy is blushing again. It looks good on her, Robin thinks hopelessly. “It’s fine.”

“I hereby offer you a free pass to scare the living daylights out of me at some undisclosed future moment.” She mimes handing over an invisible coupon, and Nancy, apparently too startled to resist her nonsense, pretends to take it, staring down at her empty hand with a bemused half smile.

There’s a knock on the window, and Robin sees her date standing on the sidewalk outside. “Oh, shit, sorry,” she says. “I’m meeting—someone. Gotta go!”

As she dashes out of the shop, she doesn’t think too hard about why she didn’t tell Nancy she was going on a date. She just didn’t want to make Nancy uncomfortable, that’s all.

And later, after her date is long gone, she doesn’t stay up into the early hours of the morning, wondering what it means that Nancy is checking out the lesbian fiction section of Robin’s favorite bookstore.

*

The third time it happens, they’re in Robin’s living room, deciding what movie to watch. Nancy is leaning over the bookshelf where Steve and Robin’s video collection lives, pulling out tapes apparently at random.

“What about this?” Nancy asks, holding out the sky blue box for Desert Hearts.

“Uh,” Robin says, and this time she’s the one who’s blushing, the heat rushing all the way down to her collar bones. “I’m not sure you’re ready for that one.”

“Why not?”

The truth is, Robin’s half afraid Nancy would notice how worn the tape’s gotten, that she’d realize how many times Robin’s watched it over and over. Maybe she’s a little afraid, too, of sharing something that has meant so much to her, only to find it doesn’t mean the same things to Nancy.

“That’s all right,” Nancy says, slipping the box back on the shelf. “I’ve already seen it.”

“You—what? Really?”

Nancy nods, her eyes back on the shelf, half turned away from Robin so that all Robin can see is her delicate profile behind a haze of curls.

“But—why?” Robin blurts out, before she can think better of it.

That gets Nancy to look at her. “Maybe I just wanted to try something different,” she says, and this time it’s not the self-conscious excuse it was in her kitchen. The words are almost defiant, almost a dare, and Robin really doesn’t want to be reading too much into this, but she has to know.

“Is that all it is? Just . . . curiosity?”

“Not . . . just.” Nancy comes over and sits next to Robin on the couch—not at the other end of the couch, like she usually does, but right next to Robin, so that their knees bump when she settles down. “You say that like it’s something trivial, to be curious.”

“For some people it is,” Robin says carefully. “And it’s OK, if that’s all it is, I just . . . don’t think I can help you with that.”

Nancy puts a tentative hand on Robin’s, her eyes so clear and blue this close up. “And if it’s not?”

Robin realizes she’s been holding her breath, and the remedy stings her lungs, almost makes her dizzy. “Well,” she says, “I guess we could find out together.”

#stranger things femslash week #ronance #robin buckley #nancy wheeler

[beefrobeefcal]

I love your writing and am so excited to read more! Chubby!Frankie is so hot and feral 🖤 I want to make him a birthday cake just for him and watch him eat it on his birthday ❤️ Most of my thots are food themed so I'm excited to find this type of fic! Have a lovely day!

ASK AND YE SHALL RECEIVE!

Everyone enjoys a bit of cake... some enjoy more at a time than others - thank you, @neverwheremoonchild for your generous contribution to the THOT TANK!

Beefro 👌🥩💜

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Beefro Proudly Presents:

a Chubby!Frankie one shot

The Catfish & The Mouse: Happy Birthday, Frankie! Part 1

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader (Mouse!)

Summary: Frankie has his cake and eats it all.

Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI)

Word Count: 1,623

Content Warning: Smutty smutty smut smut (alluded to), Belly Worship, Belly Stuffing, Oral (m-receiving), shirt popping, birthday nonsense

Author's Notes: Chubby!Frankie is a happy boy! Part 2 coming soon to a Beefro's Bistro near you!

Thank you @theywhowriteandknowthings for their time, energy & eyeballs - you're review is greatly appreciated!

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“So… what’s the verdict? A barbeque or are you going throw him a private party yourself?”, Hannah asked, wiggling her eyebrows at you from across the table.

You laughed and took another drink of your latte. “Not sure… I asked him and he didn’t give me a straight answer. But he was insistent that he get a Reece’s Pieces birthday cake.”

You had gone out shopping with Hannah, and the topic of Frankie’s birthday came up. Anytime it was one of the group’s special day, there was generally some sort of get together, and Hannah was the queen of party planning.

“Oh, Frankie… what are we going to do with him?”, Hannah mused. “How about we just take him to the bar and make they guys watch as we drink ourselves stupid?”

“Love that idea. I’ll tell him that because he didn’t answer, you and I planned something special for him – us! Drunk!”, you nodded with a big laugh.

By the time you got home, you’d worked over your bank account pretty well picking out birthday gifts for Frankie. As you were hiding your haul in the linen closet, you heard Frankie come in through the kitchen door from the garage.

“Mouse? You home, baby?”, he called out. You heard the fridge open and him open a beer.

You shoved the rest of the bags into the closet – you’d sort it out later – and skipped into the kitchen.

As you rounded the corner, you stopped and stared at Frankie. He was covered in grease and dirt… and was standing in your clean kitchen. Your eyes looked at the dirty foot prints on the floor and the finger smudges on your fridge.

Your face must have projected the internal screaming that blasted in your brain and Frankie held his hands up.

“Baby.”, he said, taking a step towards you with a cheeky glint is his eye. “Come and give me a kiss.”

Another step towards you. Your eyes widened and your jaw tightened, as you took a step back, knowing where this was going.

“Come here, princess.”, he smiled wryly. “Missed you, baby. Gimme a kiss.”

Another step to you. And another step back from him.

“Frankie… stop.”, you warned, swallowing thick. As much as you hated the mess, seeing Frankie dirty and sweaty from working in the garage did something to you. But you would not allow him to make a mess of you or your house right now!

He flashed you a bright smile, his hands in front beckoning you. “Pretty baby… just a little grime… come on, princess, come get dirty.”

He took a quick step towards you, and you hopped back and yelped, “Stop right now or no birthday cake!”

He stopped in his tracks and pouted, hands falling to his sides. “Aw, Mouse… don’t say that! I’m gonna clean it up!”

“You better, Francisco Morales!”, you shook a finger at him. “Or no cake.”

*****

It was here – Frankie’s birthday! You’d stay up late the night before to finish decorating his cake. You wanted it ready and waiting for him when he got up, as he insisted that “cake is for breakfast on your birthday”. It wasn’t a rule you followed for yours, but you would happily make sure Frankie got his wish.

You got up before he did and made your way to the kitchen to put up a few decorations. You had him for the day, and tonight, Benny had a fight. You’d all go to the bar to celebrate Frankie afterwards – it’s what Frankie wanted.

Once the final streamer was tacked up, you heard Frankie calling you from the bedroom.

“WHERE’S MY BIRTHDAY BLOWJOB?”, he yelled.

You barked out a laugh as you hopped down from the counter. “Coming right up, Frankie!”

You walked into your room and crawled onto the bed as Frankie laid back, lazily stroking his cock.

“Getting it all fired up for you, princess…”, he grunted, voice cracking with sleep. “Take your top off… wanna see your perfect tits.”

Not one to argue with a birthday boy, you straddled one of his thighs and took it off and shook your tits; Frankie groaned and reached out his free hand to grab one. “Oh fuck…”

“When we’re done here, I’ve got breakfast all ready for you, honey.”, you cooed, as you reached and took over stroking his cock.

Frankie sat up and grabbed the back of your neck, maneuvering you in position, then he gently began pushing your head down. Your open mouth took in his weeping, angry tip, and you rolled your tongue over it and sucked.

“If breakfast is what I think it is, then you need to get moving, princess.”

*****

After Frankie unloaded into your waiting mouth, and you both cleaned yourselves up, you had your hands over Frankie’s eyes as you navigated him to the kitchen.

“No peeking until I say so!”, you laughed, making sure his eyes were closed as you scampered to the other side of the kitchen table, and Frankie nodded, eyes covered.

“Okay, look!”

Frankie opened his eyes and scanned the table; a small pile of presents and a double-layered sheet cake that read, “Happy Birthday, Frankie Baby!” across it.

“Happy birthday, baby!”, you shouted as he came around to hug you.

*****

Frankie had opened his gifts while you sat with him. When he asked how big of a cake piece he should cut for himself, he just about fell off his chair when you informed him that the whole cake was his piece if he wanted it.

Good god, did you spoil him.

“You don’t have to eat it all-“

“I’m gonna.”, he interrupted with a grin as he rubbed his hands together.

Before he got to work, he went and changed into a different, looser pair of sweatpants, and then he dug in.

Just a few bites in, he had completely forgone cutting pieces off the cake and was now eating from the tray directly.

“Jesus, this is good, Mouse.”, he said with a full mouth before swallowing, and continued with a laugh. “Can you imagine if I was trying to lose weight and you made me stuff like this?”

You gave a little laugh and came around, standing next to him.

“How’re you doing, baby? Getting full?”, you asked teasingly as you rubbed his belly.

He put his hand on top of yours and smiled at you. “Nah, princess, don’t worry... got room for the rest.”

He went to take another bite, but you stopped him. “Frankie… I wanna try something. You know that button up shirt you have with the stain on it?”

He nodded as his grin grew on his face, knowing where you were going with this. He changed his shirt, and it was already a little tight over his tummy.

“Nice knowing ya, shirt!”, Frankie said as he went back to work.

Frankie sat back and sighed. A good portion of the cake was now causing wide gaps between the buttons and pulling the shirt taut across his belly.

“One of these better pop soon or I’m not gonna be able to finish. Getting pretty tight.”, he huffed, poking one the straining buttons.

“I guess it’s a well-made shirt.” You said as you leaned on the table, next to him. Your fingers danced over the exposed skin popping through. “Come on, baby. Get back to it.”

You got up and went to get him something to drink. You heard Frankie take a deep breath, then a few ping-ing sounds, then Frankie groan, “Thank fuck!”

You turned around to see that Frankie had popped two of the central buttons, and his belly had pushed out.

“Now I got more room.”, he said as he dove back into his cake.

By the time all the cake was in Frankie – minus some of the frosting that decorated his face – he was sitting back patting his taut belly.

The only button that remained on the shirt was the one that sat on his sternum. The rest were either on the floor or table.

“Fuck me, Mouse…”, Frankie tried to stifle a small burp. “I’m full.”

You’d pulled a chair up and sat next to him and your hands gently massaged his bloated tummy, feeling how solid it felt under your fingers.

“Oof, Frankie… your tummy’s solid.”, you gasped. “You feeling okay, honey?”

“M’fine… just full of cake… best thing to be on your birthday.”, he grinned as he patted his tummy.

He tried to stand up and winced, rubbing his packed stomach. “Fucking heavy, too. Oof.”

He stood to his full height, stretched his back and he looked adorable; he had a bedhead still and frosting on his face, and was wearing a shirt only held on with one button and low-slung sweatpants. The star of the show was his big tummy, framed by the white button up.

“How do I look? Like I’m ready to party?”, Frankie asked you with a wink and a grin.

“Oh boy, do you ever!”, you laughed, taking his had and tugging him to the den.

Frankie spent the rest of day on the couch. You spent the morning portion of his couch time sitting on his lap, rubbing and massaging his tummy, helping him deal with the heavy contents of his stomach.

“You having a good birthday so far?”, you asked as you finished his rub and patted his belly.

“Mmmmmyeah….”, Frankie moaned happily as his hands found your waist, eyes shut and feeling drowsy. “Got my dick sucked by a pair of beautiful lips, opened presents, loaded up on cake, wrecked a shirt, and got a tummy rub from this smoking hot woman sitting on my lap. I can’t ask for more.”

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[george-weasleys-girl]

North Star Series

Chapter 39 - The Point of No Return

Start here:

Summary: It's the moment you've all been waiting for 😍

Warnings: a bit of spiciness

~•~

Aside from himself, only Fred and Ginny knew what was about to happen tonight. And, as such, they'd both been instrumental in helping him pull it off. Ginny had put together a day out in muggle London with Y/N, Hermione, and Molly to "finish up the last of the Christmas shopping." While Fred helped him get everything together before he and Smudge headed over to Lee's for the night.

George took a deep breath and smiled. So far, so good. Dinner was simmering on the stove, a decanter of wine waited on the table, and he'd just finished preparing Y/N a hot, bubble bath when he heard four pops signaling the women apparating back. Before he could make it to the living room, he heard three more pops as Molly, Ginny, and Hermione took their leave.

"Hello, sweetheart," he said, pulling her into his arms.

She leaned into him with a contend sigh. "Hey there, handsome pants." A huge grin spread across his face at the mention of his favorite nickname. The first time she'd called him that he'd nearly exploded with delight.

"Long day?" He asked, rubbing her back gently.

"Exhausting. Your mom is hell on wheels when it comes to shopping. Why didn't you warn me I needed to train for a marathon beforehand?" George chuckled, but before he could respond, Y/N's head popped up. "Ooh, what is that divine smell?"

"I wrote your grandma a while back and got your grandad's chili recipe," George smiled. "I knew you've been craving it, and I thought it'd be a nice treat after spending the day running marathons with mum."

"Oh my goodness, Georgie!" Y/N marveled. "You are the most amazing boyfriend ever."

"I know," he winked, taking her hand and leading her into the kitchen.

"And so humble, too," she giggled.

George chuckled and poured her a glass of wine. "Here you go, love."

She smiled and took a sip. "I should probably go take a shower before the food is done. I'm certain I'm pretty ripe at this point."

"I think you smell lovely, as always," George kissed her cheek. "But, I have something better than a shower waiting for you." He took her hand again and led her to the bathroom.

Y/N stood stunned. "George, this is too much..." A steaming bubble bath awaited her, surrounded by countless flickering candles.

"Nonsense, you deserve the best, my love." George beamed. "Now, come here and let me take care of you properly."

He undressed her slowly, giving her gentle kisses here and there all over her body. "So lovely," he admired before helping her into the bath. "There you go," George kissed the top of her head. "Take your time, love, it'll be about an hour before dinner's ready."

~•~

An hour later, Y/N floated out of the bath and into the bedroom as if emerging from a dream. The combination of the wine and the warmth from the bath made her feel like she was moving in slow motion as she got dressed in her favorite evening wear and made her way into the kitchen.

George had just gotten everything ready when Y/N emerged from the bedroom. The sight of her took his breath away. She wore one of his old t-shirts. It was too big and stretched out of shape, hanging off one of her shoulders and barely covering the tops of her thighs. His eyes drank her in, and the realization that she was most likely wearing nothing underneath sent a surge of desire pulsing through him.

"You look stunning," he mummered.

"What? In this old thing?" Y/N teased, turning in a circle.

George stepped toward her, wrapping his arms around her waist, one hand slipping a little lower to confirm his suspicions. "Not gonna lie," his voice had lowered an octave, sending a thrill down Y/N's spine. "I've seen you in some very sexy things, but you are never more sexy or beautiful to me than when you're wearing my clothes."

Y/N pressed herself against him. "I can tell," she grinned. "So, what shall we devour first? Dinner or each other?"

George sucked in a sharp breath at her words and reigned himself back in. His plan was to celebrate after she said yes. Not before.

~•~

"I have a surprise for you," he announced while clearing away their plates.

"Oh?" Y/N piped up.

"Mmhmm," he nodded. "It's in the living room." He offered his hand, helping her up. "It's something I've wanted to give you for a while."

Y/N noticed his trembling hands and gave him a curious look but said nothing, following him into the living room in silence.

"Ok, stand here," he said. "And close your eyes."

Y/N arched her eyebrow, but did as he'd asked.

Seconds later, George spoke again. "Ok, open them."

She opened her eyes to find him kneeling before her, holding up a small velvet box containing a sparkling diamond ring. Y/N gasped, placing her hands over her wildly beating heart.

"Marry me." George began. "Let’s spend our nights eating pizza on the floor when there’s perfect romantic seating behind us. Marry me. Let’s go on impromptu adventures and be silly. Marry me. We can have crazy dance parties in our pajamas and transition to slow dancing like a couple of hopeless romantics. Marry me. We can be cheesy and treat each other right so our kids will know what true love is like. Marry me. So I can show you off to the world and call you mine forever. Y/N, will you make me the happiest man on earth and be my wife?

Tears flowed down her cheeks, her mouth working soundlessly for a few moments before she could find her voice again. "Yes, yes! Of course, my love! Of course, I'll marry you!"

George slid the ring on her finger and then engulfed her in his arms, giving her a kiss that both left them breathless.

"I love you so much, Y/N," he said, lowering back down her gently.

"I love you too, Georgie," she said, a mischievous gleam sparkling in her eyes as she reached down and gave his ass a squeeze. "Now I know why you wanted to wait until after dinner."

~•~

George grinned wide and waggled his eyebrows. Without a word, he swooped her up bridal style and carried her into the bedroom.

@milivanili99 @slytherclaw1978 @quackitysdrugdealer @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @ladylizzieofdarbyshire @fancy-pantaloons @samberriejams @totalwitch2 @aslanvez @mrsgweasley @morally-grey-obsessed @asuperconfusedgirl @hmisa11 @superduckmilkshake @junerprsh @wolfkill16 @kaysau2510 @planetkt @thankyouforanonymity @thatonepersonwhocantwrite @smallsweetvanillabean @themaraudersslut @hanne-montana @greenapplegrass @peachesgaeass

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[ofpineapplesanddawns]

Looking for writing prompts? Hmmm... how about Muriel walking in on Aziraphale and Crowley making out? I would looove to see how they all handled that! 😂

Oh boy, haha.

Warning: making out between the ineffables

On with the fic!

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Muriel looked at the stack of books that Crowley had left for them to put away, giving them direct instructions to put them in a very specific order to confuse customers while he was off doing inventory with Aziraphale.

However, he didn't explain to her just how confusing the instructions would be to them as well.

"I don't... think this is gonna be in the right place." They frowned, picking up a copy of Emma off the pile. Muriel looked at the instruction sheet and made a face. "'Put it in by...' how am I supposed to know where A Brief History of Time is?"

Muriel sighed and set the book down, glancing over to the back of the shop, to the room where they remembered Crowley had pulled Aziraphale into during their very first encounter here on Earth.

That's where those two were now, doing inventory. Crowley had asked them not to disturb them, they had work to do, along with some more 'catching up', since Aziraphale's return to Earth and reinstatement as the retired representative of Earth.

"Well... it's not really disturbing if I have a question about the task, right?" They reasoned to themself as they approached the door and gave it a knock.

They didn't hear a response, then knocked again. This time they heard a very odd, loud gasp, it sounded like the demon! Was he hurt? Oh, they'd better go check and help!

"Mr. Crowley, are you o-?" They opened the door and paused, looking at the two figures in the room.

Aziraphale had Crowley pinned to a wall, his mouth on the demon's neck, frozen in place with wide eyes. Crowley's legs were wrapped around the angel's waist and his hands were tangled in curly locks of hair.

His shades were missing and his eyes were huge, the pupils thin as they looked at Muriel. The very flushed color of his face quickly turned to a deathly pale.

"M-Muriel!? What the heaven- why are you- for someone's sake, knock!"

Muriel tilted their head. "I did, twice. No one responded, and then I heard you moan in pain, so I had to make sure you were okay."

"It... certainly was a moan, but not one of pain." Aziraphale mumbled, pulling his mouth away from Crowley's neck. He cleared his throat. "Dear, uhh... this isn't..."

"If you're going to tell me this isn't what it looks like, then I know you're lying." Muriel sniffed. "I've been on Earth long enough to know what snogging looks like." They said, feeling a bit proud about that fact. They were very good at observing humans and retaining all the information that Crowley had taught them!

Also, they'd been watching a lot of romantic movies with Crowley when he needed company while Aziraphale was gone, so that helped.

Crowley burst into laughter at Aziraphale's embarrassed face. "I told you they're observant, angel! Not as easy to fool as that first meetin'!"

"Oh shut up, Crowley." Aziraphale grumbled, setting him back on his feet. "We'll have to continue later, I think my new shop assistant needs some help with your nonsense instructions. I'm sure that's what this is about, yes, Muriel?" The other angel nodded.

"Hey, hey! You told me to come up with a confusing system, and I did! It could rival your nonsense!"

Muriel stepped aside to let the two, bickering beings pass them back into the shop while they followed behind, snickering at the new couple.

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I'd like to think Muriel and Crowley ran the shop while Aziraphale was off doing... whatever the hell he's supposed to be doing in Heaven. And Crowley taught Muriel all sorts of human-y things. And introduced them to rom-coms.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #anthony j crowley #Aziraphale #muriel #john's drabbles

[honmonoyuzu]

Fairy's Tale

A/n: Sorry for the long wait, I'm so busy with school ;-; i'll try to update more regularly.

Chapter 2: Crystal and Her

“No, I’m not. I’m just a traveler, that’s all” - (y/n) answered  Leopold’s question.

This strike Fuegoleon’s interest a lot. 

From their interaction and the way she speaks and reacts to his actions, Fuegoleon was sure that if she’s not a royalty then she must be a noble. There’s no way a simple commoner could behave in such a way as an upper class could. This made Fuegoleon very surprised. Where is she from? Why did she lies? Those are the questions running through his head at the moment. Yet, he did not ask a single one of them. He thinks she must have a reason to lie, at the same time, it could be quite dangerous if he let another Kingdom’s royalty roam freely in the Capital.

“Then, would you want a little tour of the Capital miss?” - Fuegoleon suggested, this is the perfect opportunity to figure out who this girl is and what is her intention here in the Clover Kingdom. That’s what Fuegoleon thought. But to other, the suggestion is a sign that the Magic Knight Captain took an interest in the mysterious girl.

“Would you not take a rest for the day brother?” - Leopold asks, not forgetting their reason to even enter the cafe.

“No need Leo, a walk around the Capital would be just as nice” - Fuegoleon said - “So, what do you think miss (y/n)?”

‘This is great. A free tour around, there’s no reason to decline’ - (y/n) thinks, completely unaware of the red head’s motive.

“That would be lovely”

“Hahaha ok then, I’ll leave you two to it. I’ll be continuing my patrol now” - Leopold said, waving at them before turning a corner to continue his duties.

The two started their tour around the Capital, the Magic Knight Captain asks (y/n) questions from time to time.

“Miss (y/n), may I ask where you came from?”- He asks, wanting to know more of her profile.

‘Ah shoot, I didn’t think this through’ - (y/n) panic a little - “How about you take a guest, Sir Vermillion?”

‘Smart’ - He thinks - “Huhm… well, from the way you dress, I would say somewhere hot.”

“Close, go on” - She encourages him, wanting him to just blur out a random name and she is just gonna agree with it.

“I’m not sure. There's a lot of Kingdom with hot weather. I don’t want to disrespect your orientation” - He dodged her trap completely. - ‘Now what are you gonna say’

‘Damn this guy. Come on, think. A country in the human world. It doesn’t have to be hot, I can come up with an excuse later’ - “Mali. I came from Mali”

“Oh is that so. You came from a very beautiful country indeed.” - Fuegoleon said - ‘Mali…I’ve never heard of this country before’

This went on as Fuegoleon kept asking more and more questions to know more about (y/n) reason of coming to the Capital and each time, (y/n) would avoid the question or just make up nonsense for answers.

‘This is not how I imagine the tour would be like’ - (y/n) cried inside.

Then, at the corner of her (e/c) eyes, she saw a shop, a crystal shop to be exact. Spotting how (y/n) keeps looking in that direction, Fuegoleon turns his head and a small shop greets his eyes. Thinking that maybe if she lets her guard down, he would be able to pull more information from her, Fuegoleon suggested:

“Would you like to visit that shop?” - He asked, leaning down slightly

“Would you mind?” - (y/n) said, genuinely wanting to go visit that shop. Unlike humans who think crystal is just a decoration, to fairies, crystal can be used as a decor, a healer, it’s a symbol in the Fairy’s Forest. That’s why (y/n) wanted to see what kind of crystal the humans have in store.

“Not at all.”

And with that, they headed to the store. In there, the floor and walls are all made of wood, there’s crystal everywhere. The shop owner spotted the Crimson Lion’s Captain and immediately jumped on the opportunity.

“My, my, what does the great Magic Knight Captain need in my humble shop?” - He says, trying to lick Fuegoleon’s boots.

“I’m here to accompany my friend” - He replies.

The shop owner turns his head and is greeted with a beautiful girl with (h/c) and (e/c). ‘This must be someone important if she’s a friend of a Royal’, thinks the shop owner. He thinks he must present whatever most of the people of wealth and status fancy, expensive and rare products. He takes out a small box with intricate details all over its surface.

“Well, it looks like you just got here at the perfect time, miss. What you see here is THE Fairy Crystal that the Fairy Queen blessed herself with!” - He said in a high tone.

‘My mother? What in the world? This must be a scam’ - (Y/n) said, already feel like leaving this place.

“Is this some kind of joke?” - (Y/n) asked deadpan.

“M-my Lady, why would you ask such a question! Who am I to even dare to trick you? Of course not! This crystal was blessed by the Fairy Queen herself, it can even bring good fortune too. I can guarantee you that!”- said the owner.

—

Knowing that is not true one bit as the Fairy Queen hasn’t blessed a single soul for thousands of years let alone crystals. And even if it is blessed by the Queen, there will be no chance of the artifact being sold in this store. 

‘Is he trying to joke around? No. He’s trying to fool me into buying that thing. How unfortunate.’

“Is there something not to your liking, my Lady?” - Fuegoleon asks, noticing (y/n)’s change in behavior.

“Sir Vermillion…” - (y/n) trailed off. - “Do you perhaps have any kind of relation with the owner?” 

“Hm? No, what made you ask that question, miss (y/n)?” - Fuegoleon asks not knowing what make (y/n) thinks that the two of them are related. If the owner is a Vermillion, there’s a high chance that he would know that the shop existed earlier today. 

(y/n) gestures Fuegoleon to come closer. Him, understanding what she meant, leaned down with his arms now crossed across his chest.

“I think that the shop owner is trying to scam us” - she said with a serious tone.

Fuegoleon raised one of his brown.

“What makes you think so, miss (y/n)?” - he questions.

“I think it’s quite clear that that crystal was not blessed by the Fairy Queen, besides, it looks kinda dull, there’s nothing special about it except for its color. If I’m not wrong then it’s just a cheaper type crystal in a luxury box.” - she whispers in his ear, not wanting the owner to overheard them.

This took Fuegoleon by surprise. 

‘She knows a lot about crystals’

‘Smart’

‘Is Mali a country that has a close connection with crystal?’

All of this runs through his head at the speed of light. All of this he can’t answer, but he knows for sure that (y/n)’s right about the scam.

“Hahaha, thank you Sir for the offer. I will send people over later.” - Fuegoleon said to the owner. His hand guiding (y/n) out of the shop. This make (y/n) feels so betrayed. Why does he want to send people over? Does he not believe her? What? Whyyy??

After escorting a confused (y/n) out of the shop. Taking in what had just happened,  (y/n) snapped, creating more distance between the two of them. Facing the redhead,  (y/n) browns slightly scrunched together, her eyes are staring holes through the man’s face. Cold sweats lightly drip down Fuegoleon’s forehead. It looks like he’s trying to come up with something, some kind of excuse.

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Say You Do - Bucky Barnes x OC

warnings: tfatws-bucky, friends with hidden feelings, tension, pure fluff

word count: 8k

WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1338893019-say-you-do-jayden

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Jayden twirled around her freshly-made cookie smelling kitchen, humming the theme song to Jurassic Park to herself as she pulled the hot baking sheet from the oven. Her blonde waves flowed freely over the shoulders of her oversized stolen grey hoodie. It was her favourite day of the week, finally. Well, sort of. Her neighbour and forced best friend had cancelled their weekly movie night the week prior and had promised to make it up to her. 

Having a superhero as a friend came with its perks and its downfalls. One was the cancellation of plans when the world needed saving. She didn’t mind and wouldn’t have it any other way, but the disappointment still crept in each time. 

She placed the still warm cookies on a white ceramic plate and slid it onto the counter next to the mountain of other snacks that she had ready, a soft smile gracing her pink lips. 

Just as she was checking that everything was ready and to Bucky's liking, hoping with everything in her that he'd be able to make it this time because she missed him, the ding of the elevator outside her door was loud enough to alert her. 

She sprung into action, hurriedly opening the door and catching the super soldier with a baby pink sticker in his hand raised and ready to place it on her door.

Jayden let her gaze wander down to his hand and the sticker that he was still holding.

"A pink hibiscus flower?" she asked with a little smile on her lips.

"Yes. It reminded me of you, so I convinced Sam that we need to go back to that shop before flying back home. He wasn’t very happy, mumbling mean things the entire time. But he’ll get over it. He always does." Bucky's eyes were fixed on the hibiscus sticker as well, a slight blush on his cheeks.

"Why did it remind you of me?" Jayden now raised her gaze and when Bucky tilted his head upwards as well, their eyes met. Something sparkled in his ocean blue ones, but she couldn't tell what it was.

"The hibiscus is a symbol of positivity, joy and cheer. Thought that was fitting." Bucky answered, his lips curling up in a shy but visible smile.

“You’ve obviously forgotten what I’m like before coffee,” she teased.

“I tried to block it out,” he rolled his eyes jokingly, both of them chuckling.

“You’re still gonna come over later, right?” Jay asked, seeing how exhausted he seemed, preparing herself for his refusal as he sighed deeply.

“I…” Bucky just couldn’t let her down, no matter how tired he was, “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”  She smiled softly when he suddenly reached out and stuck the pink flower sticker on the tip of her nose.

"Hey, that's not where it belongs" Jay scrunched up her nose looking at the very amused Bucky in front of her. His normally stoic and no-nonsense kind of expression that seemed to be permanently etched on his face softened and a smile formed on his lips. A smile that was only reserved for a few select people and she was happy that she was one of them. Because when he smiled warmth bloomed in her heart. That smile was her own personal sunshine.

With a shrug of his shoulders, the super soldier backed a couple of steps down the hall, smirking and sparkling his ocean blue eyes at her, "You’re rarely awake when I get home, and this way it keeps its sticky-ness for when you put it in your photo album that you keep under your coffee table." 

Jayden narrowed her eyes, "Hey stop snooping around my apartment!" 

"It's not my fault you take forever in the shower, I had to amuse myself somehow while I waited for you to be ready," he quipped, resulting in the tea towel in her hand being flung at him, pulling a genuine laugh from his chest, "nice sweater by the way." 

Her tongue swiped her bottom lip as she crossed her arms over her chest with a smirk, "Thanks, I stole it from this old man that lives in the building."

Bucky tsked, opening his apartment door, "Stealing from old men... I should have you arrested."

“Would you visit me in prison?” Jayden asked, batting her eyelashes, “smuggle me in some contraband?” 

Bucky tilted his head as he thought about it, leaning in his doorway with his arms folded across his chest. The leather of his jacket pulled tight across his biceps and Jay’s gaze lingered there until Bucky clicked his tongue. 

“If you were good,” he replied with a tired but cheeky grin. He pushed off into his apartment with a wave of his hand, “I’ll be right there, don’t start without me.” 

Jayden threw him a salute, matching Bucky’s grin as he disappeared behind his closing apartment door. 

“Remember, comfy clothes or no admittance!” 

“Yeah, yeah,” she heard, followed by Bucky’s soft chuckle echoing across the hall.

"Oh and Bucky?" she now yelled in the empty hallway. His door was almost closed, but she heard it open again and his head appeared behind the door frame. She needed to chuckle, he looked like an alerted meerkat.

"Yes, my favorite sweater-stealing neighbor?" he asked before winking at her. There they were again: the butterflies in her stomach.

"I've made your favorite cookies. You know, the chocolate chip ones from my Grandma’s recipe. So make sure your sweatpants are flexible enough." she smiled at him while swirling the tea towel around so that it was resting on her left shoulder.

Bucky's eyes widened slightly and Jay saw his tongue licking over his bottom lip. This swift movement made the butterflies in her stomach flutter and she had problems ignoring the heat in her lower belly. 

"Give me 20 seconds to change. Don't eat them without me!" he responded, before disappearing into his apartment. Jay could hear loud noises from it as if he was running through the main room and bumping into some furniture.

She looked cross-eyed at the sticker that still sat on the end of her nose and huffed out a chuckle and removed it, tapping it between her finger and thumb as she went back inside and retrieved her album from under the coffee table.  She flicked through the pages, photographs of her family, her friends, and Bucky…all interspersed with stickers of all shapes and sizes, each one representing a promise kept.

Finding one of her favourite pictures of Bucky, where he scowled like the grumpiest little shit she’d ever seen, she smiled to herself before sticking the pink flower over the top of the image so it looked like he was wearing it as a hair clip.  Satisfied with her devilry, Jay headed back into the kitchen to check over the snacks one last time.

Hearing heavy footsteps in her hall, she looked up to find Bucky in a pair of gray sweatpants and a black t-shirt, his silver dog tags imprinting on the fabric from the inside. His feet were clad in a pair of green dinosaur socks that Jay had given him last Christmas which he swore to burn after Sam and her had spent 10 full minutes cackling at the expression he made when he opened his present. The man that looked so tough and hard on the outside was wearing dinosaur socks.

Jayden pursed her lips suppressing a smile, "Look at youuu in your cute little dino socks, adorable." 

She couldn't help but chuckle at how Bucky's eyes narrowed as he looked down at her bunny slipper clad feet and lifted his gaze back up with a raised brow. 

"Really Harper? Have you seen your feet?" 

"You got a problem with my bunnies, Barnes?" she challenged with a smirk. 

He raised his hands in mock defense, shaking his head with a laugh. "Me? I could never, you look adorable in them." Jayden proudly smiled and shimmied her shoulders with a giggle, "I know." 

Their friendship had stemmed from small neighbourly quips at each other in the hallway into actively bullying each other. It was one of those things that she wouldn't have accepted from anyone else besides him because they each knew that it came from a place of friendship. Sam had said a few times how they fight like an old married couple, and Peter once asked Sam if they were flirting or fighting. But that was just how their friendship was. 

Sure, on occasion Jayden had imagined what his lips felt like, or what it would be like to walk down the street holding his hand. To keep up those late night chats they had, laying next to each other in her bed. The pesky butterflies crept into her chest once more, igniting a soft smile to dance at the corners of her lips. 

"Earth to Jay, hello..." Bucky's voice pulled her out of her head and she turned her hazel eyes to meet him. "You okay?" 

"What? Yeah of course!" She chuckled nervously, shaking her head, "Can you grab the snacks from the counter? I'll get the movie set up since you can't work my TV."

“Sure thing,” Bucky smiled, “and I tried okay? Not my fault you bought the most complicated TV to exist.” 

“You literally press two buttons to get Netflix up, Buck.” 

“Two buttons too many,” Bucky grumbled. “And don’t steal my favourite blanket,” he added as he left her to the TV and moved to retrieve the snacks. 

Jayden laughed and decided not to tell him that it was a little too late for that. The knitted blanket was still laid over her bed where it had been tangled with her duvet for the past week like it always was whenever Bucky went away. 

She went to fetch it once the TV was set up, laying it neatly over the armrest on Bucky’s side of the couch and ignoring the warmth that flooded her at the thought of it holding his scent again.

"What about 'Jurassic Park'? Since you’re already wearing those cute little dino socks. Whoever gave you those really has good taste." she snickered.

Bucky rolled his eyes a little at her, before answering: "Sure. If they don't have any movies about annoying little bunnies, we can go for the dinosaurs." 

"You won't regret it, I promise. Also, the music is great. Gives me goosebumps every damn time." Jay said with a little too much excitement, making Bucky laugh when he returned with his hands full of snacks. As soon as Bucky settled next to her on the couch she placed the bowl of chips on her lap and pressed play.

"Is it even realistic? Recreating dinosaurs? From blood within a mosquito?" the brunette man asked with furrowed brows before turning to grab the plate full of chocolate chip cookies he’d set on the coffee table. 

"You tell me, Mr. Dinosaur. You're over a hundred years old and still walking around my apartment very alive. What mosquito did they use to recreate you?" Jay giggled, but she stopped the moment she saw Bucky's shoulders tensing and halting his movements. He turned his face her way, looking at her with slightly widened eyes.

"Sorry... I didn't mean it like that," she added with guilt written all over her face. 

Suddenly Bucky's face changed and he burst into laughter. Jay furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. Then she heard him hum within his laughter, "You should see your face. All concerned and sorry and that shit. I’m messing with you, little bunny. But don't call me a dinosaur again, or this old man won't share the cookies with you."

"NOT FAIR!" Jay exclaimed before showing him her best theatrically exaggerated pout.

“Anyway,” she continued, not able to hold even a pretend pout for long around him, “you’re the science nerd. Do you think they could do that?”

He sat back with the plate of cookies in hand sliding one her way. 

“I actually read something about that,” Bucky hummed.  “They’ve tried to recreate the genome of a woolly mammoth but the DNA is too old and degraded. They’d need to create an artificial womb too because an elephant’s womb isn’t close enough to…”

“Oh my God shut up already!” Jay whined in mock distress.  “My brain’s leaking out of my ears!”

"Don't be so dramatic, Harper."

Jay fake yawned right in his amused face, "You're a nerd, Barnes." 

He snatched the remote from her hand and turned up the volume.

Soon they were engulfed by the familiar melodies and Jay snuggled herself deeper into the couch.

Jayden looked Bucky's way every so often as the movie went on. Watching his reactions to them was probably her favorite part of movie night next to simply enjoying his company. 

In those moments, he wasn't the hardened shell of a man who had been ripped away from his life at twenty-eight and forced to fight and kill. He wasn't Sergeant Barnes or the Winter Soldier, he was just Bucky.

Her Bucky.

Her grumpy but incredibly sweet and selfless neighbor turned best friend.

At one point when she was watching him, that soft smile that seemed permanently plastered on her face when he was around grew on her lips once more, Bucky looked over and caught her hazel eyes. His brows furrowed and he looked over her features with confusion. 

"What?" He mumbled in the middle of a bite of one of her cookies. 

 Jayden let out a giggle and shook her head, "Nothing..." 

As he reached forward and grabbed the remote, she couldn't help her eyes as they wandered to the stretch of his t-shirt around his biceps and she didn't even notice that he'd managed to pause the movie. What was wrong with her tonight? It was never this hard to push these thoughts away. 

"Jay..." Bucky uttered quietly. 

"What?" She snapped her gaze back to his face, noting the slight concern hidden behind his ocean blue eyes. 

"Talk to me, you seem off tonight," he nudged her knee gently. 

Jayden breathed out a chuckle, "I'm not off, I'm just... happy your home, safe," her lips pulled into a straight line and she turned her eyes down as she fiddled with her fingers, "you don't usually see this part of when you get home from missions..." she admitted quietly.

Bucky huffed out a sigh beside her and Jayden wiggled a little closer, her head falling against the back of the couch. She leeched Bucky’s warmth as she pressed alongside him. 

“Talk to me, sweetheart.” 

“It just takes me a while, usually, once I see the sticker and I know you’re home… I kinda, I don’t know, fester in it. Every so often I have to remind myself that you’re just across the hall, sleeping it off and I guess having you here right now, so soon after— I’m not used to it. I’m happy you’re here… with me. And now I’m rambling— fuck sake.” 

“Hey, I like it when you ramble,” Bucky chuckled, “and I’m happy I’m here too. If it wasn’t always the middle of the night when I get home, you know this is the first place I’d come, right?” 

Jayden nodded, plastering on a smile as she rested her head on Bucky’s shoulder and grabbed the remote to press play. 

“Pass me a cookie,” she mumbled as the classic music started up again, squeezing Bucky’s arm in thanks when he handed her two and pressed a kiss to her head.

It wasn't unusual for him to kiss her on her forehead, there was even a time when he’d kissed her on the cheek, it was the first time he'd tasted her cookies. The elation lighting up his face that day as he pressed a mouth to her dimpled cheek and left a few crumbs behind as he tried to chew the cookie off was still seared in her mind. 

But this kiss got to her. Maybe it was because it came after being open and vulnerable with him instead of avoiding this topic to relieve him of carrying another burden, worrying about her when his shoulders already bore so much weight. 

She willed the sting of tears welling in her eyes away when Bucky whispered a quiet "I'm okay, I'm here" with his lips brushing over the skin of her forehead tenderly before backing away and slumping back against the couch, the warmth radiating from his close body a comforting reminder that he is indeed okay and there with her.

Bucky's eyes were fixed on the screen again, where the characters were currently facing a much too aggressive Tyrannosaurus Rex. 

"Every time..." Jayden started, before swallowing the lump in her throat. "... every time you're gone for a mission I’m concerned you're not coming home. With all those aliens and bad guys out there. I know you’re a super soldier and very skilled in everything that you do, but still. When I hear movements in the hallway I always hope, even pray, that it's you returning from your mission safely." 

It had taken her a lot of courage to speak out these words in front of him. Tonight something felt different, although she couldn't point a finger at what exactly. From the corner of her eye, she could see Bucky grab the remote control and pause the movie again. Then he turned his face towards her, studying her features for a few seconds.

Jay had an inner debate to crack a joke to lighten up the mood, but before she could even open her mouth, he spoke. 

"I will always come home. I might be battered and bruised some days, but I would never forgive myself if I miss a movie night with my favorite neighbor." 

There was that smile again. The one he had reserved just for her. And the moment she saw it, the concern in her heart was washed away and she couldn't feel anything else other than happiness and warmth.

“Can I ask you something, Jay?” He said, his face serious.

Jay swallowed and nodded, sure that he could hear her heart beat out its rapid rhythm. If she’d been paying more attention to him and not the way his hand fiddled with the edge of the blanket she’d have seen the devilish twinkle in his eye.

“Would you rather be eaten by a velociraptor or a T-Rex?”

“What?!” She asked, her brows drawn in confusion.

“I was thinking probably T-Rex ‘cause it’d take fewer bites,” he smirked and with that he pulled his arms inside his shirt and screeched like a dinosaur, scrabbling at the blanket as if he were trying to attack her.

"How are you gonna get me with those short arms, Buck? You can't even clap." 

Jay jumped up, running towards her bedroom knowing full well she had no chance against a super soldier and war veteran. The screeching came closer as she cackled her way into her bedroom, Bucky not even a foot away from her.

Jay jumped up on her bed but before she could grab a hold of her headboard, Bucky had already circled her waist with his strong arm, making it impossible to escape. 

"Gotcha."

"Cheater."

Bucky gasped dramatically, "I would never!" 

Before Jayden could answer, Bucky flung her body over his shoulder pulling giggles from her chest effortlessly. The smell of his musk filled her nose as she wrapped her arms around him from upside down, feeling the outlines of his sculpted stomach beneath her fingers. Every nerve in her body ignited and her brain suddenly felt fuzzy with romantic thoughts of him once more. 

Her body was flung easily and softly back onto the couch, with Bucky's hand cradling her head. He towered over her, his blue eyes tracing her features as their gazes locked. He brushed a strand of blonde hair off her forehead and smirked at her from above. 

"I win," he quipped. 

"You cheated, super soldier," Jayden answered quietly, trying to calm her pounding heart.

She watched as he smiled at her, his dimples showing themselves. 

“I improvised,” he countered. “There’s a difference.”

Jayden sat up and rolled her eyes as Bucky sat back down beside her, watching her from the corner of his eye. “What on earth are you planning in that brain of yours?”

She grinned, discreetly stretching out her fingers before launching herself at him, attacking his sides until he was a giggling, writhing mess beneath her. 

“I was thinkin’,” she began, as he caught his breath, “that you should know better than to let your guard down, Sergeant.” 

“And here I was thinkin’ I was in my safe space,” Bucky countered, nudging her softly. 

His expression was still playful, blue irises sparkling, the happy lines at the corners of his eyes deep as he flashed her his usual lopsided smile. She loved him like this when the burden of being who he was seemed to lift and most of his worries was how many cookies he could eat. Proven right then as he shoved another in his mouth, humming happily. 

“You wanna order dinner? You can’t live on cookies.” 

“Watch me,” Bucky mumbled around his mouthful.

"Buckyyyyyyy." Jayden whined. He was staring right into her hazel eyes, grabbing another cookie and placing it in his mouth. It was provoking but still adorable. Almost childish. 

Jay loved to see the shell of the strong and resolved soldier crumble in front of her every time he took a step into her apartment. As if she was the only one with which he could be his true self. The nerdy, funny and sarcastic Bucky. The one that ate way too many cookies, complained about it the entire day after, but still would do it exactly the same the next time. 

"Jshsai 'hen yu hngri" he mumbled with now one and a half cookies in his mouth, but Jayden couldn't understand a single word.

"Stop speaking with your mouth full of cookies!" she snickered and slapped his vibranium arm playfully. 

"Just say when you're hungry and we can order dinner," he repeated after opening his mouth a little and sticking out his tongue to show her that it was empty this time.

He laughed as Jay shook out the sting from her hand, a disgruntled frown on her face.

“I’m hungry,” she grumped, pulling out her phone.  “What are we eating?  Chinese?  Thai?  Moroccan?”

“Chinese,” Bucky mumbled around yet another cookie, “and don’t look at me like that.  I have a fast metabolism.”

Shaking her head with a chuckle Jay clicked on to the app and ordered their usual Chinese food.

“It’ll be thirty minutes,” she confirmed.

Bucky made a face, but then smiled, "I don't think I'll ever figure those damn phones out, but ordering takeout without having to talk to someone?" He held his hand to his heart with a happy sigh, "Best invention of the modern age."

Jay giggled, stretching out on the couch beside him, "Can't argue with that."

She blinked at the TV screen, "Oh, shit, we forgot to pause the movie!" The credits were scrolling across the screen.

Bucky smirked, pulling his arms back into his sleeves, "Bucky Rex couldn't reach the remote!" He growled, making Jayden collapse in a fit of giggles.

She smiled and shook her head as she caught her breath, "You're ridiculous, but you're cu- that was cute."

Jayden, what is wrong with you?

She felt the heat at her slip-up creeping up her neck and she was sure her face was just reaching tomato red as he looked back at her with a bashful smile on his lips. 

"Jay, would you mind if I take a quick shower while the food gets here? Actually try to wash that mission off, you know?"

Jayden shook her head and gestured to the bathroom, "S'all yours, I'll get plates and everything ready," she bounded off the couch, and didn't make direct eye contact with him as she grabbed the emptied bowls and made her way toward the kitchen. 

She could feel Bucky's blue eyes following her movements through her apartment, walking behind her as he brushed past her and went into the bathroom. Jayden leaned both her hands onto the counter and closed her eyes, huffing out a breath. Why was this so hard tonight? 

The bathroom door creaked back open and Bucky's head poked back out, "Hey Jayden..."

Sucking in a sharp breath, she smiled once more and turned around to meet his eyes. 

"Thank you, for tonight..." his lips pulled into a thin line and he looked down to the floor, "I uh, really needed this after that mission and you... you really came through"

“You’re welcome,” she answered easily. “We can do this anytime you need to relax.” 

Bucky grinned at her before closing the door again, then the sound of the shower turning on was able to be heard.

Meanwhile, Jayden leaned against the counter with a groan and ram her hands over her face. This is so hard! Every time I look at him or he gets close, my heart feels like it’s going to explode.

She nibbled at her lip, turning to watch the bathroom door like it was going to miraculously tell her how to deal with her feelings. 

The faint sound of Bucky humming echoed from the bathroom and Jayden sighed with a quiet chuckle, resigning herself back to her task of getting plates. 

Bucky was her best friend. He was goofy despite his hardship, soft when he wanted to be, smart as hell, and — not that she would ever dream of telling him — the light of her fucking life. And the thought of ever letting that slip? Terrifying. 

The shower shut off before she could dwell on it anymore, and she listened simultaneously for Bucky emerging and their takeout arriving. Bucky appeared first as she was setting plates and cutlery on the coffee table. His damp hair glistened and his squeaky clean skin glowed as he padded back into the living room smelling of her raspberry shampoo. 

“Better?” She asked as he flopped back on the couch, yanking her down with him. 

“Mhmm,” he hummed, the sound vibrating from his chest and setting her body tingling as he hugged her tight, “thank you.”

"You smell pretty... fruity!" she chuckled in his ear, while he was still holding her close. 

"I know. I like that smell on you, so I feel honored to have a part of you on me now." he whispered back mischievously. His arms let go of her small figure with gazes locked. Something shimmered in the depth of his ocean blue ones. She had seen it earlier today as well.

A drop of water dropped off of a slightly longer strand on the front, trailing down his forehead and into his eye. Bucky blinked several times while grimacing his entire face. 

The weird tension between them was gone when they both burst into laughter. 

Keep it together, Jay! He's your best friend. A hot one. But your best friend. You don't want to ruin this by acting weird today.

Her hormones were driving her crazy today for no reason. Damn hormones.

Bucky must have noticed the shift in her brain because where his normal tense crease in his brow sat returned for a brief moment, his eyes raking over her features. The butterflies in her stomach turned into a tornado as he reached for her his hand coming dangerously, well as dangerous as this gentleman could be, to her cheeks. He tugged gently on a strand of her hair, pulling back and holding up a bright blue ball of fluff from her knitted blanket. 

A grin spread across his features, "you could make a wish with this," he chuckled, sucking all of the air out of her chest. She loved the sound of him laughing, even when it was the deep low rumble he had just let out. 

"It's not an eyelash," she quipped through a shaky breath. 

Bucky shrugged, "I'm deeming it so, c'mon darlin, close those pretty eyes and make a wish."

So she did.  Jay allowed her eyes to flutter closed and wished for the one thing she’d never say out loud.  She opened her eyes again to see Bucky staring at her, his head slightly tilted, and a soft expression on his face.

“What did you wish for?” He asked.

“Ha, like I’m gonna tell you!” Jay snickered, smacking the back of her hand gently against his chest.

“Some best friend you are,” he grumbled with a playful pout.

“Yeah, you just remember that the next time you want some cookies baked,” she retorted, laughing at his look of feigned horror.

“Bunny please, I’m beggin’ ya!  You don’t gotta be so cruel!” He whined.

Jayden sat up straighter, trying to look as serious about her threat as she could before she crumbled back into laughter, "As if I could ever deny those puppy eyes!"

He cackled then tackled her, tickling her as they tumbled off the couch, Jayden laughing more as she squirmed under him. 

A sharp knock at the door made them both freeze, Bucky hovering over her as she panted. Had half an hour really gone by that fast? As one, they both swallowed, the air sizzling between them before another knock broke them from the moment.

"C-coming!" Jay called out as Bucky moved, standing and holding out his hand for her.

She placed her hand in his and felt like every nerve fiber in her body was shocked at the contact. He tightened his grip on her as he helped her get to her feet, a sea of blue once again locked on her hazel eyes. Jayden whispered a thanks and beelined her way towards the door trying to calm down her racing heart. 

She took the takeout bags and thanked their delivery person, turning around and shutting the door with her foot. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Bucky following her movements. All the while, Jayden set the bags down on the free spot on the coffee table without so much as a breath in Bucky's direction. 

Kneeling in front of the table she tucked her legs under her as she settled in her spot before opening up their takeout containers. 

"Jay, are you ok?" Bucky asked as he sat down on the floor next to her. 

"Mhm yeah no no I'm fine, I am starving though. Aren't you?" she raced out.

She watched as Bucky narrowed his eyes at her, before nodding once and turning his attention to the food in front of them.

"I'm always hungry," he finally answered, busying his hands as he helped her unpack the food. 

Smooth, Harper, real smooth she thought to herself, grabbing the remote from under some boxes. She flipped through Netflix until she found the second Jurassic Park movie, turning it on without consulting her friend. He'd said when they started things that he trusted her to show him things the way she thought was best and she took that responsibility seriously. 

"Ok so, I know we didn't totally finish the first one but you didn't miss much, just the ending bits, but you should be fine enough to understand the second one," Jayden rambled, still keeping her eyes on the table or on the TV, anywhere but meeting his gaze.

“I’m sure it’ll be just as chaotic as the first one was,” Bucky mused as he opened a packet of soy sauce and poured it over his rice. “Did you get those crunchy roll things?” He stirred up his rice and swallowed thickly. They were so close earlier. So so close. 

“Is the hot actress in this one too?” Bucky asked as Jayden passed him the carton he was looking for. She arched her brow and Bucky thanked her with a grin, wiggling his own eyebrows playfully. 

“The blonde one? Laura Dern?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, suddenly hopping up and heading to the fridge. Jayden watched as he grabbed two beers, flicking the caps off with his left thumb. 

He handed one down to her as he settled back on the floor, a little closer than before. 

“No. But this one has Julianne Moore. I think you’ll like her.” 

Bucky hummed, eyeing her with thought. 

“We’ll see,” he replied, shoving a crispy roll in his mouth with a shrug.

"You liked Laura Dern?" She asked fumbling with her chopsticks as she tried to clamp down on a bite of noodles. 

His eyes flickered from the screen to her. That mischievous grin returned to his features and she couldn't help but laugh with his cheek chimpunked full of crispy roll. Bucky swallowed with a nod, "why wouldn't I? She's blonde, brilliant, feisty, funny, kind..." His voice trailed off as he took a bite of rice, "reminds me of someone I know." 

Jay's eyes widened for a moment looking from the screen to him just as a piece of shrimp from her chopsticks flew onto the table. He couldn't have meant her... right? She stammered as she moved to pick up the meat from the table, her cheeks turning a bright shade of pink as she tossed it back into her container and stared back at the tv. 

"You okay over there?" His voice suddenly behind her as he scooted back onto the couch, "Did you forget how to use chopsticks between now and the last movie night?" Bucky teased. 

She turned to glare at him, only earning herself one of the scrunched nose laughs she loved so much. 

"There she is," he muttered taking another bite of rice.

Picking up a piece of water chestnut Jay squinted a little to aim and then flicked it towards Bucky’s face.  His hand whipped up and he caught the veggie missile with his chopsticks half an inch before it would have splattered against his face.  He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows before popping the water chestnut into his mouth and crunching it.

“Cocky little shit,” Jay grumbled.

“You love it,” he sassed back.

“You wish,” she muttered, rolling her eyes. “Shut up and watch the movie,” but she couldn’t help smiling at Bucky’s happy and carefree expression.

"As you wish," he murmured, smiling when she raised an eyebrow at him. "What?"

"Did you just quote the Princess Bride?" 

He blushed a little, "Maybe?" 

Jay smiled to herself. He'd pretended to hate it when they'd watched it, but she figured that was just a remnant of the era he'd grown up in. 

"I might have watched it again, on my own," he admitted, putting his empty container to the side and moving to the couch. She almost didn't hear the last bit, "Three more times."

She couldn't help the laughter that bubbled up from inside her, her head falling back against the couch cushion behind her. Pure joy rang through her at the picture of Bucky sitting at home watching The Princess Bride and very likely, as he's done with other movies they've watched together more than once, mumbling the words with the actors. 

"I told you you'd love it," she smiled, "why didn't you tell me? I love that movie." 

"Next time I feel like watching it I'll come get ya, promise. Watching movies is better with you anyway."

Jayden tilted her head to the side and met his glinting blue stare, "I'm holding you to that" 

A comfortable silence fell between them as she continued eating her food and Bucky went back to snacking on the cookies. She wasn't sure how he did it, but a small part of her was jealous at the amount he could eat. Her eyes flickered over him, being careful not to draw his attention away from the screen. He really was pretty, even when he was exhausted. Jayden knew he was trying to hide it but at this point, there wasn't much she didn't know about Bucky Barnes. 

Lightly, she jabbed her elbow into his calf and smirked, "Save some of those! Or just don't tell Sam and Peter that I made them. They'll be so mad at me if you eat them all!" Jay breathed a laugh. 

Bucky shoved another one into his mouth and shrugged, "What cookies?" he grumbled with a playful smile.

Jayden rolled her eyes and got up, situating herself back onto the couch beside Bucky and stealing part of the blanket from him. 

“You are such a brat, you know that?” She laughed. “I’m going to have to start hiding some of the cookies so they can have some too.”

Bucky looked over at her with wide eyes. “You wouldn’t…”

“I would. They like them too, and you like to hog them.” 

Bucky frowned slightly. He always thought Jayden’s cookies were special. They reminded him of his mom’s cookies from when he was young. 

Jay sighed. “Are you really going to give me the puppy eyes?”

Bucky turned and rolled onto his back, placing his head right in her lap. “Jay…”

“Don’t think you get to act all adorable and I’ll give you everything, Barnes. I don’t even know how you do that. This big, burly man and you turn into a pussycat at the drop of a hat.” 

Bucky giggled, all sleepy, a yawn stealing his laugh as his eyelashes fluttered closed. 

“Only for you, my little bluejay.” 

“Sweet talker.” 

Bucky grinned up at her, scrunching his nose before getting comfy. 

“Shush now, I wanna watch this one properly.” 

“You’re almost aslee—“

“Shush.”

She held back the laugh that would've escaped her seeing his ridiculously serious face as he shushed her, shaking her head as she tried to calm herself at his proximity.

It's no wonder I'm in love with this goof, she thought to herself gazing over his features. He tried holding back another yawn but she saw him and held back a teasing smirk when he glanced up at her again with a pink tinge to his cheeks.

"You can sleep if you want," Jayden offered. Settling her back comfortably against the couch and fumbling with where to put her hands before letting one rest on his hair and dropping the other to her side. 

His voice was quiet as he answered with stubborn determination.

"Nope. I'm wide awake." 

"Okay." 

They fell quiet knowing that he would fall asleep anyway.

Jay had finally settled the hammering of her heart as the movie continued. She hadn't realized that her fingers were combing softly through his hair until the sound of the T-rexes roaring jolted her out of whatever trance she had fallen into. Her body froze as she glanced down at Bucky and as she figured, he was completely asleep. 

His lips were parted slightly and the soft snores coming from him only made her smile. She appreciated the small smattering of freckles that danced along his cheeks and the few that painted the bridge of his nose. God she was in love with him. 

"I'm not sure when it happened," she whispered barely audibly, her eyes flickered to the screen as terror ensued before moving her eyes back to him hoping she hadn't woken him up with her voice. Jay felt like this was going to be the only time she'd ever get the chance to tell him and even if he was sleeping she hoped it would relieve some of the ache her heartfelt every time he left, "I don't know if it was when you came back tonight, or when you steal this blanket and leave it smelling like you..." her voice trailed off, "or that you trust me enough--" she faltered for a moment, "--even after everything you trusted me into your life..." 

What was she doing? Her cheeks warmed with the idea of him. The way his nose scrunched when he laughed or really smiled, how the slightest touch of his fingers on her skin lit her on fire and at the same time gave this overwhelming sense of calm to her body... she had spent so much time working out in her head if he felt the same way and deep down she hoped he did. 

"You snuck  your way into my heart...and I'm not sure when it happened or how it happened, there's too many moments," she paused taking a deep breath, her fingers still mindlessly combing through his hair and her other hand feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest as it rested on his side, "but somewhere along the way I fell in love with you..." Jayden's voice was barely a whisper at this point but it felt good to tell him how she felt, even if he was fast asleep in her arms.

Jayden let out a quiet sigh, still moving her fingers through his hair as the movie continued. 

There was no way he would ever return those feelings.

Bucky turned his head suddenly, looking up at her. Her heart jumped into her throat, had he heard everything?! 

Without breaking eye contact, Bucky tugged her hand away from his hair, pulling it till it was in front of his face, and his lips placed a soft kiss on her palm.

He almost looked scared for a moment, before he spoke. "I didn't think you felt the same way," he paused, licking his lips while he continued to look into her eyes, "But, I love you too."

Jayden sucked in a shaky breath, blinking her hazel eyes at him, unable to break their eye contact. He could have moved or coughed, or something to let her know that he was awake and listening to her. Anything to let her know that she was making a fool out of herself and confessing things that shouldn't be said out loud. She felt like her heart was about to explode out of her chest, the sounds of the movie fading completely away as those words left his perfect lips. 

"Bucky..." Her voice came out quieter than intended but she didn't really know what to do with herself. 

Maybe she had fallen asleep too and this was all in her head. Had he really returned her feelings or was it some sick joke from her subconscious? Perhaps he was just saying that as to not make it awkward and was getting ready to bolt out the front door. 

Bucky shook his head, and sat up, scooting closer and hesitantly taking her hands in his, "Jayden I - I was," he let out a small breath and looked down at their entwined fingers, "a shell of a person when I moved into this building," his voice had a small shake to it, causing Jayden to give his hand a small squeeze, urging him to continue. 

"I was lost and alone... Until the day you knocked on my door," Bucky breathed out a laugh and looked up once more, his blue eyes glistening with the threat of sadness, "You brought sunshine and hope back into my otherwise bleak and terrifying life... Of course I fell in love with you," he admitted, bringing a hand up to cup her cheek, tracing a small circle into her skin with his thumb.

Jayden felt tears threaten to fall from her eyes, making them sting. Her heart was pounding hard enough that she knew he would be able to feel it beneath his touch. “Y-you love me?” She couldn’t help but ask, her voice just a whisper. 

Bucky only smiled at her as he gently wiped an escaped tear from her cheek. “Of course I love you. I love you so much my heart could bust, my little blue jay. It aches for me to leave you every mission I do. But I am always racing to get back here to you.”

“I don’t— I can’t—“ 

“Sweetheart,” Bucky murmured, hauling her onto his lap with a soft “c’mere.” 

Jayden melted into him, her face tucked into his neck. 

“We’re idiots,” she sniffled, her body shaking with Bucky’s as he laughed, rich and rough with sleep. 

“I’m an idiot, not tellin’ you sooner.” 

“When did you know?” She asked, meeting his gaze — steel blue and full of tender adoration. Her fingers moved to trace his jaw, thumbing at the dimple in his chin. 

“That first time you suggested the sticker system,” he admits, “I couldn’t believe— I couldn’t believe someone other than Sam cared enough to know I was home safe and yet there you were. This gorgeous woman, greeted me with the most beaming smile every time she saw me, baking me cookies and— God, Jay. I had fuckin’ butterflies over you every time. Me? Butterflies!” 

Jayden sighed, content as she studies his strong features, lined with sleep and love for her.

"Say it again please." She begged. Voice low and thick with emotion and tears.

Jayden's eyes were committing every little detail of his face to her memory, she wouldn't allow herself to ever forget this moment. She wanted it on constant repeat until her last breath.

His ocean eyes were sparkling waters as his face broke out into a smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling and she could have done anything just to see that smile light up his face all the time.

Both his palms lifted to rest on her face, thumbs brushing back and over her skin as he pulled her closer and she felt him take a deep breath before focusing his gaze back on her eyes and whispering softly in the few inches between them.

"I. Love. You."

Her hands rested against his chest, feeling the way his heart thundered under her palm only sent hers into a frenzy. She dipped her head, pressing her forehead to his, her eyes sliding closed, "again," she whispered only to hear the words roll off his tongue like a prayer once more. 

Bucky chuckled softly, "I love you, my sweet Bluejay." 

Jay's fingers dug gently into the hard muscle of his chest and for once she didn't wonder what he would feel like under the weight of her touch. His breath fanned across her face as he pulled back gently, his eyes a bright shade of blue and the flecks of silver in them glittering back at her, "I really wanna kiss you right now," he admitted, the corners of his mouth quirking up slightly, "can I kiss you?" 

She sucked in a breath and barely had time to nod her head before his lips were pressed against hers, slotting perfectly together like the missing piece to the puzzle of her life. It was tentative at first, slow but sweeter than anything she could have imagined. He tasted like chocolate with a bite of the cinnamon she claimed as the secret ingredient in her cookies. Her cookies had never tasted better than how they did on his lips. 

He pulled back gently, his hand pushing back the long tendrils of her golden hair behind her ear, "that was..." 

"I love you," she blurted in a whisper, remembering that she hadn't said it back in the frenzy and plea for her lips, "I don't know how much of what I said you heard, but I think I've loved you since the day I found the first sticker on my door." 

The corners of his mouth quirked up again as he dipped his head and pressed his lips to hers, "The bluejay," he whispered against her gently. 

Jayden nodded her head, her hands skating up and around the back of his neck to play with the hair at his nape. His arm snaked around her waist holding her firmly against his chest. "The bluejay," she repeated. 

She leaned in to kiss him again, allowing herself to melt into the man before her. The stubborn, flirty, goofy man that bared himself to her with no regrets. He was hers. Her Bucky. Something she never thought would be possible and yet...

She was always unequivocally his.

#one shot #marvel imagine #marvel oneshot #marvel one shot #marvel au #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic #marvelous #bucky barnes #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #james bucky barnes #hidden feelings #friends to lovers #friends with hidden feelings #bucky barnes fluff #collaboration #writers #fanfic writers #fanfiction writers #fanfic authors #fluff

[bluiex]

Couldn’t help but write more for my superhero AU. This takes place after HotGuy and Xelqua cross paths a few more times.

—————

“I see him!” Scar whisper exclaims into his phone.

“Scar.” Cub saying, his tone a warning, “don’t do it.”

“Come on Cub,” Scar counters, “I need answers about him and I won’t get it with the others.” He quickly makes his way along the sidewalk, heading towards where he’d seen the avian perched on a building. He barely catches him jumping down onto the bustling street.

“And following this apparently powerful vigilante is a smart idea?” Cub lets out an exasperated breath, “Scar, you are unarmed and practically defenseless.”

“Exactly,” he defends, “which means I’m just a normal civilian.” Before Cub can voice any more complaints, Scar cuts him off, “he just went into a store, I’m gonna follow him. Bye.” He hangs up, quickly following Xelqua into the store.

Scar pauses as he looks around the store. At first glance it seems like a normal, albeit small, clothing accessory shop, but Scar can tell there’s something more to it. He walks down the aisles, eyes focused on the wares as he approaches the counter. He’s soon close enough to catch their conversation.

“You already do enough for us, you don’t have to,” the lady in charge says.

Xelqua scoffs, “nonsense. It’s not fair for you to pay so much extra for something so simple.”

She sighs, “it’s just the price to pay for goods outside of the city.”

“I can fly there and back within a day, that price is outrageous.”

Scar can catch Xelqua’s feathers ruffling out of the corner of his eye. He knows enough about avians to know that the vigilante is genuinely upset about this. Very different to how he is any time Scar faces him. Scar keeps his eyes focused of the wares in front of him, studying them a bit more. He reaches a hand out and grabs one of the scarfs hanging on the rack, realizing that it’s hand made.

“You don’t need to worry,” the owner insists, “I can have it handled myself.”

“It’s not an inconvenience to me, I wouldn’t be doing right by them if I didn’t help.”

Scar drops the scarf, surprised at the sheer amount of passion in Xelqua’s voice. He spares a glance over, taking in just how much the avian cares about this. This is just giving him more questions then answers.

The lady sighs, “alright, I’ll get you a list of supplies and the money to pay for it. Just don’t strain yourself to do it, okay?”

Xelqua nods, grinning, “alright. I’ll return after closing then.”

She nods, “I’ll see you then.”

The vigilante turns around, beginning to walk towards the exit, right towards Scar. He freezes when they make eye contact, and Scar thinks he’s immediately been outed. Thankfully Xelqua just gives him a nod before exiting the shop.

“I didn’t notice you enter,” the owner says, a slight change in her tone.

Scar meets her eyes and tries not to get defensive, having instantly recognized the look. The look of someone judging you but trying not to make it clear that they were. Scar just grins, “it’s fine, I was just browsing.”

“Mhm,” she hums, sounding amicable, but her gaze studying all of Scar was less so.

It’s only then that Scar realizes his outfit definitely sticks out here, basically flaunting his high class status. He can’t help but wince, he really is that oblivious, huh?

Scar looks back to the scarves, definitely intending to buy one now. It is early fall and he doesn’t own one, after all. He stiffens as his heart stutters, eyes landing on one of them. It’s plain, but a bright red color. A very familiar red. It’s nearly the exact same color as his sweater. Scar carefully picks it up, it feels like a good quality scarf, not that Scar is thinking about that at the moment, his mind is far away.

Void, he really can’t go one day without thinking of Grian, can he?

Scar takes in a deep breath, trying to keep his composure, it wouldn’t do much good to fall apart here. He turns to face the shop owner, “I’d like to buy this one.”

A RED SCARF QoQ catch Grian seeing him later, or another day wearing that Scar and just knowing what it means

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#bluie gets an ask poggers #scarian ficlet

[cakepoppresent]

It's a Date 2

Xavier: If she comes over do you think she'll be too mad to go out? I wanted to go to the Christmas village and go skating! Vaghun thinks to himself that this is the perfect chance to get closer to Veronica, Vaghun can't let this opportunity go "Don't worry Little Dude, I'm sure I can convince her to go"

Veronica bursts through the door, her eyes scanning the room for Xaixver, and spots him chatting with Vaghun. She marches up to them "Xavier! Are you insane? Mom has been blowing up my phone! How could you travel alone? What the hell!

Xaxier: Veronica! I missed you so much! I'm safe now! I can stay with you Grayson and Sams until you leave next week!

Veronica exhales her frustration "Please call Mom she is so worried about you AND Dad is furious" "We can call them later! Let's go out!"

Vaughn: Hey gorgeous, your little bro is pretty interesting. He really wants to go out. I can take you guys if you're willing

Veronica: I don't want to bother you anymore. Im really grateful that you found him and not some weirdo

Vaghun: It's not an issue Princess. Your brother is really cool and I want to. Consider this another date

Vaughn takes the Reeves Siblings to Downtown San Myshuno where the city has set up an ice rink with winter pop shops. Vaghun does his best to win over Xavier and it looks like Xavier is eating it all up. Vaghun has always been good with kids and Xaxier is no expectation. Veroinca can't help but join in with laughter.

They enter a toy store and Xavier can't contain his excitement "Look Vaghun there is a Luffy figurine! I want that and I want the Zoro one too!" "You don't have to worry about paying for it, I'll get it for him" "Don't worry about it Princess, I'll get anything he wants"

Waiting for the cashier to wrap up Xavier's items Vaughn whispers to Veronica "Didn't get a chance to say how gorgeous you look today" Veronica and Vaughn's eyes lock in an intense stare. Their bodies lean in as Vaughn's intense gaze fixates on Veronica's lips." "Gross! Are you guys gonna start making out in the store! You're just like mom and dad!" Veronica snaps out of it, covers her mouth, and pushes Vaghun away "Nonsense! I wasn't doing anything!" "Yeah right! looked a lot like something to me!"

"Hmph, This day is over! Let's go Xavier you need to call Mom she's worried about you!" Xaviers laughs at Veroinca's embarrassment "But I'm not ready for the day to be over! I'm hungry! let's go eat!" "Little dude has a point Princess, let's grab something to eat" Vaghun let's go!! I'm starving! My sister will be fine! "You're the boss little dude" Xavier and Vaghun talk among themselves while leaving the store. Veronica follows behind them with a blush on her face muttering "Traiters I'm surrounded by traitors"

The day is over and Vaghun drops Veroinca and Xiaver back at her dorm. Before Veronica can leave Vaughn pulls her back into his chest "Hope you had a good time Princess" Veronica's face heats up she lets out a small cough "I did, Thank you again for today. I had a lot of fun so did Xaxier" "Don't work about it, Princess. Anything to make you smile" Veroinca snorts at Vaughn corny and laughs "Goodnight Vaghun" "Good Night Gorgeous"

#lol vaughn u bitch gotta work hard than that for veroinca #my sims #sims 4 #sims 4 screenshots #sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 legacy #sims 4 creator #sims #sims 4 maxis match #thereevesfamily #black simblr #black simmer #black sims 4 #black sims cc #black sims of color #ts4 screenshots #ts4 simblr #ts4 stories #ts4 story #ts4cc #the sims community #the sims 4 #simblr #ts4

[ironychan]

A Little Human (as a Treat)

Part 1/? - Un Voluntario

Part 2/? - Un Escursione

Part 3/? - Una Complicazione

Part 4/? - Una Famiglia

Part 5/? - Una Aiutante

Part 6/? - Una Ricerca

Part 7/? - Un Confronto

Part 8/? - Un'Emergenza

Part 9/? - Una Speranza

Part 10/? - Una Sera

Flavia and Perla help plan a prison break. Silvio tells terrible jokes. Ercole eats a bug. @dysphoria-sweatshirt @writer652

Giglioli returned a few minutes later, red-faced in anger and escorted part of the way by a police officer. About twenty metres from the shop door, Signor Giglioli shrugged the man's hand forcibly off his shoulder and stomped the rest of the way alone.

“A bunch of fools!” he declared as he went back inside. “I don't know how grown adults get caught up in this nonsense, but we have to do something before somebody gets hurt. Have you two heard of mass hysteria?”

Perla and Flavia shook their heads.

“It's when a bunch of people all get in on the same delusion,” Giglioli explained, “and it can lead to terrible consequences. During the middle ages they burned a bunch of people for being witches when there really weren't any such things. I'm not going to watch the same thing happen to supposed 'sea monsters' in my town. Let's get your friends out.”

“Really?” Flavia asked.

“You'll pay their bail?” Perla chimed in.

“They're not going to accept bail,” said Giglioli. “We're going to have to break them out.”

“How?” Flavia wanted to know. “There's so many people.” When she glanced throught he window, the crowd outside the police station seemed bigger than ever. Signorina Mulino's friend Felicia was hanging around in the back of it, asking people questions and getting shaking heads in reply.

Giglioli turned the sign in the window to say chiuso and locked the door, then smiled and ruffled Flavia's hair. “Don't worry, kiddo,” he said. “I know about more things than candy. Before that was the police station, it was Canepa's Drogheria. The wall at the back, where the cell is, is one of the oldest walls in town. It's a good half-metre thick.”

That didn't sound encouraging, but the confectioner didn't seem worried. He led the girls into the back room, the kitchen where the candies were made. A teenage employee was in there cleaning up, but she was focused on scrubbing burnt matter off a cookie sheet, and barely acknowledged Giglioli as he began rummaging in a cupboard under the stairs.

“That whole row of buildings backs onto the old wall,” he continued, moving brooms and buckets out of the way. “The Canepa family used to own the whole thing, but when the place went out of business after the war, they divided into separate units to sell. The police took the one on the left there to make into their station. So while the west wall could keep out an army, the north one is just a single layer of bricks.” He found what he was looking for, and turned to face the girls again, a smile on his face – and a sledgehammer in his hands.

“Are we gonna break through the wall?” gasped Perla, both terrified and delighted.

“We certainly are,” Giglioli told her.

“Won't people hear?” Flavia asked. Surely that would be loud.

“Not as much as you'd think,” the man said. “Stone walls muffle a lot of sound, but we do need a distraction, something else for all those rubberneckers to pay attention to. I believe your grandmother is looking for you, Signorina Pepitone,” he said to Perla, mock-stern.

“You think people need to come hunting for us instead of looking for the sea monsters?” Perla guessed.

He nodded.

“So we need to hide somewhere, and have everybody come find us,” said Flavia.

“Yes, exactly. Where do you two think you can go where people will believe you're in trouble and they'll all go to look for you?”

Perla thought about it. “If we were up somewhere high, Flavia would have trouble getting down.”

“I'm not going up anywhere high!” Flavia protested. She did some thinking of her own, and got an idea. “What about out on the water? If we went out in a boat on our own to find more sea monsters, people would be worried about us, right?” Children never went on boats alone – Flavia was pretty sure of that.

“That's a good idea as long as you two know how to be safe about it,” said Signor Giglioli. “Do you?”

“Yes!” said Perla eagerly. “You have to wear a life jacket so if you fall in you won't sink!”

“And you can both swim?”

“I can!” said Perla, “and Flavia definitely can!”

Flavia herself wasn't so sure about that. She had no idea how humans swam without tails, and wondered if Ciccio had much trouble figuring it out. She did know what a life jacket was, though. She'd once found one floating on the surface of the Gulf, far from land, and Papa Giorgio had told her it was something humans wore to keep their heads above the water. After nearly choking when she'd first transformed, that was definitely a good idea.

“Then let's find you a boat,” said Giglioli. “We'll also need one more person, who can tell everyone where you are. Remember, I'm going to be the one knocking the wall down.”

Perla and Flavia exchanged a glance. Who could they use? Flavia didn't have any ideas – she didn't know anybody in this town except for Perla and her family.

But Perla smiled. “I know exactly who!” she declared.

-

By this time, Signora Pepitone and her son had finished telling their story to the police. Leonardo Scorfano suspected they'd embroidered it somewhat – if nothing else, sea monsters didn't have horns and none of the kids were anywhere near ten feet tall in either form – but there was very little he could do besides stand there and wince every time Dionisia brought the subject up. When somebody actually asked him a question, he had to reply that he hadn't arrived until all this was already underway, and hadn't seen any of it.

Worse, the police were failing to keep the curious public out of things. Several people had come right into the front office using one excuse or another, and it was hard to miss that they kept sidling closer to the door that led to the cell room. Leonardo took it upon himself to make sure they got no further, leaning against said door and glaring at people who came too close.

One boy of about fifteen or sixteen was particularly insistent, coming closer and closer and watching Leonardo like a hawk. Leonardo glared directly at him and folded his arms, letting the boy know he wasn't going to budge.

“Come on,” the boy whined finally. “I just want to see the sea monsters.”

“My daughter is missing and you're worried about sea monsters?” Leonardo said.

The boy at least had the grace to look ashamed of himself.

Signora Pepitone was still sitting at the desk across from the tall police officer, and she frowned at Leonardo. “They've got to be connected,” she insisted. “That's the only other odd thing that's happened today. Don't you see it?”

“Madame, please, try to calm down,” the police officer sighed. “To find them, we'll need full descriptions of both girls...”

The boy trying to get around Leonardo looked over his shoulder. “The sea monsters took your daughter?” he asked.

“No,” said Leonardo. “Not necessarily, anyway. Nobody saw what happened so we...”

“We do know, that's what I keep saying!” Signora Pepitone interrupted. “I'm getting the idea you think I'm mad, Signor Scorfano, but I'm telling you, I know what I saw at the zoo, and...”

“It can't have been the sea monsters, though,” said the boy.

“Nobody's asking you,” the police officer informed him. “In fact, I think you should leave.”

“But I saw them!” said the boy.

“The sea monsters?” Leonardo asked.

“No, the girls,” the boy said. “At least, I saw Signora Pepitone's granddaughter, and there was another girl with her...”

Leonardo stood up straight. “Where were they?” he asked, his heart suddenly thumping.

“They were in the Signorina Mulino's French pastry shop,” the boy said. “They were in there sitting with a woman in blue. Perla Pepitone in a polka-dot dress, and a friend with short dark hair, right?”

Leonardo looked at Dionisia, and saw the shock on her face – this was the first she'd heard of this, either. She jumped up to talk to the boy face to face. “What were they doing? Was there anyone else?” she asked.

“They were eating cookies and talking to this lady... I think some friend of Signorina Mulino's,” the boy said. “She was wearing a blue dress. But it can't have been the sea monsters who took them away,” he added, “because I went in there to tell my brother, he works there, that they'd been caught. The sea monsters were already locked up, and the girls weren't with them.”

Signora Pepitone just stared at him, until Leonardo came to put a hand on the boy's shoulder. “You're sure,” he said.

“Totally sure,” the boy insisted. “I know Perla, because I've seen her bothering Pietro for free treats. She said if the sea monsters were caught, then it's safe and they could go, and they ran off.”

Leonardo let out a quiet relieved sigh. That didn't tell them where the girls had gone, but at least it was proof that Alberto and his friends weren't involved – proof nobody could deny. “What did I tell you?” he asked Dionisia.

She sat down again, eyes wide with apparent shock. “Where could they have gone, then?”

“I don't know,” the boy said. “Maybe they told Signorina Mulino.”

“We'd better go find her, then,” said Leonardo. At last, here was something to go on. “Maybe she can tell us...”

That was when the door opened, and a new person entered the room, panting and indignant after having elbowed her way through the crowd outside. This was a tall, thin woman in blue, with her hair under a kerchief. “Excuse me!” she said. “I need to get to... who is Signora Pepitone?”

“I am!” Signora Pepitone turned around.

“That's her!” the boy who'd seen the girls exclaimed, pointing to the newcomer. “That's the lady who was with the girls at the Patisserie!”

The newcomer nodded. “Céline asked me to watch them,” she said. “I've been following them half the evening but they keep getting away, but I've found them at last. They said they wanted to find these sea monsters everybody's talking about, and they've gone out on a boat.”

“What?” asked Signora Pepitone.

“What?” Leonardo said at the same time. A dozen horrible images danced in front of his eyes. Flavia had probably never seen a human swim. She wouldn't know how to keep her head out of the water. Did she even know she couldn't breath it anymore? No... no, she must know that, she'd come up gasping and sputtering when she first transformed. But she knew nothing about boats. What if she fell overboard?

What was she even trying to do? Was she hoping there were local sea monsters who could help them somehow? How was she planning to contact them when she knew she couldn't get in the water?

Maybe Massimo would notice them, but it was also entirely possible he wouldn't. What was Massimo doing right now? Had he figured out the kids weren't down there or was he still looking?

Signora Pepitone was equally distressed, but for a very different reason. “They went out on the water?” she asked, pale. “When they know there's sea monsters? Or... good heavens, were they lured.” She turned to another man, a tall fellow with red hair. “There's a painting in that museum of yours, the sirens luring the sailors!”

“That there is, Ma'am,” the man replied with a nod. He swallowed.

The woman in the blue dress, gestured for everybody to follow her. “They haven't got far yet. I'd've gone to get them myself but I can't swim. Come and see! Oh, I hope the sea monsters haven't found them yet!”

She led the way outside, with the intrigued crowd surging after her. Leonardo should have gone with them, but he kind of wanted to stay by the door, in case somebody else tried to go in and harass the kids. With everybody else gone, maybe Leonardo could have a proper conversation with them and piece this all together. Maybe he could even find the key and let them out, although he'd want to be really sure nobody was watching...

“Hurry, Signor Scorfano!” Signora Pepitone called from the street outside.

“I'm coming, Dionisia!” he replied. But once the room was empty, he went and tried the door that led to the room with the cell.

Of course it was locked – that was hardly even surprising. He had to find the key. Leonardo looked around, and his eyes went to the desk where the younger of the two on-duty police officers had been sitting until he, too, had gotten up to follow the woman in blue. When he opened the top drawer, Leonardo found it full of papers and pens. He started rummaging around, looking for keys.

As he did so, he heard the first thump.

Leonardo looked up. He was a lone in the room, and nothing seemed to have moved. Maybe something had fallen in an upper storey, or off a roof. He shook his head, and closed the first drawer before opening a second.

There was another thump. Then a third. This time, when Leonardo raised his head, it was in time to see a photo of the town's police force (all four of them) fall from the wall. Another thump made dust drift down from the ceiling. There was a sound like ceramic breaking.

With a chill, he realized that whatever was going on, it was happening in the cell room. Leonardo shut the drawer and rattled the handle again, then threw himself shoulder-first against the door. If he had to break it down to get to those kids, he would.

-

In the cell, the kids and Signor Macarello also heard a series of thumps, but unlike Uncle Leonardo, they could tell exactly where it was coming from – the wall on their left, where the police station butted up against the old greengrocers. Somebody was hitting it repeatedly with something heavy, making the whole wall shake and buckle. They got up and crowded against the other wall, worried the building would fall down on them.

After a few more thumps, a brick fell out and broke on the floor. Then a second. Then the head of a giant hammer came through, and the person on the other side used it as a hook to pull more bricks back towards himself. Soon there was a hole big enough to wriggle through, and a face appeared in it.

Luca couldn't believe his eyes. “Signor Giglioli!” he exclaimed, then immediately regretted it as somebody began shaking the door to the rest of the station. A moment later he realized that was silly – it was much more likely the sound of bricks falling had alerted them, rather than Luca's cry. It didn't matter, though. Whoever was outside shook the door harder, and then began trying to break it down.

“Hurry!” Giglioli held out a hand.

Giulia was the first to take it and wriggle through the opening. Luca came after her, and then helped pull out another couple of bricks so Alberto would fit. They dragged him through, but then the door burst open, and there was nothing they could do for Antonio. Giglioli herded the kids through an open grate in the floor, and pulled it shut after him.

“Can't stay here!” he said, reaching between the bars to replace a padlock that had been holding the grate shut. “Follow me!”

“What about Signor Macarello?” Alberto protested. He'd been nothing but helpful, even when he was obviously terrified. They couldn't just leave him.

“We'll have to come back for him,” Giglioli said. He turned on an electric torch, and ushered them through a door into another part of the old Drogheria basement, stacked with old fruit and egg crates. This door, too, he contrived to lock behind himself. “Maybe in the morning, when they've all calmed down and realized you're not sea monsters.”

The kids had begun to follow him further through the dark maze of basements, but now they stopped short. Signor Giglioli kept going and reached the next door, then realized they weren't there anymore and looked back, puzzled.

There was a moment of awkward silence. Voices could be heard shouting overhead, muffled by the stone and earth in between.

“What's the matter?” asked Giglioli.

Luca swallowed. “Um, Sir?” he said.

“We... kind of are sea monsters,” Giulia said.

Giglioli blinked. “I beg your pardon?” he asked, in a voice half-confused, half-insulted. “Kids, I just broke you out of jail. This is hardly the time to...”

Luca's stomach sank right down to his toes as he remembered what he'd said to Flavia earlier in the day... he'd thought Signor Giglioli wouldn't mind if he found out they were sea monsters. Had he been mistaken? Should they just take it back and lie? If they did that, though, Signor Giglioli wouldn't realize just how much trouble they were in here. He looked at Alberto.

Alberto sighed and, feeling rather like one of the animals in the zoo, transformed.

For a moment Signor Giglioli didn't realize it had happened, but when he realized both Luca and Giulia were looking at their friend, he turned to see why, and the electric torch fell from his hand. It rolled a metre or so across the uneven stone floor, and came to rest at Alberto's flippered feet. Alberto picked it up and offered it back to him, and Giglioli took it without a word. For what seemed like a very long time, nobody spoke.

“Are you going to put us back in jail now, Sir?” Luca asked timidly.

That seemed to bring Giglioli back to his senses. “Of course not!” he said. “If I try I'll end up in there with you. Anyway, you haven't done anything to deserve being locked up.” He paused. “Have you?”

“No, Sir!” said Luca. The others shook their heads in agreement as Alberto let go of his transformation and resumed human form. “We just wanted to show Flavia around. She's never been on land before.”

“Really? Huh.” Giglioli thought about that. “Well, I'm honoured you brought her to my place, then. All right, let's get you back to the shop. You can hide out there until everybody goes to bed.”

“What about Flavia?” Alberto asked, as they fell into step behind him again. “Uncle Leonardo will kill me if we don't bring her back.”

“She and Perla are currently providing a distraction so fewer people would hear me breaking that wall down,” said Giglioli. “They've probably been 'rescued' by now. Dionisia Pepitone is a little odd, but when she's not wailing about sea monsters she...”

He stopped mid-sentence. Luca nearly walked right into his back.

“I guess Flavia is a sea monster, too,” said Giglioli.

“That's complicated,” said Giulia.

“Complicated?” Giglioli raised an eyebrow as he looked back over his shoulder at her. “How complicated can it possibly be?”

“You'd be amazed,” said Alberto.

“All right,” sighed Giglioli. “We'll figure something out.”

-

While all these dramatic events went on in San Giuseppe, off the coast of Portorosso Ciccio and Ercole were sweeping out construction debris that had found its way into the Donzella house earlier in the day. The physics of doing this underwater were somewhat complicated and did very much require both of them to make sure no bits got away. Worse, Signora Donzella hovered over them and watched, and Ciccio expected at any moment to be asked how he could have gotten to his age without learning how to sweep a floor.

But she didn't seem to have noticed at all. She offered a shell full of what first appeared to be gumballs, until Ciccio realized they were actually colourful, sowbug-like creatures.

“Would you like some isopods?” she asked.

“Grazie, Signora,” said Ciccio, and popped one into his mouth to see what it was like. It turned out to be much like a gumball after all, with a crunchy shell and a soft inside that was both salty and sweet.

Ercole must have figured if Ciccio ate one then it must be all right. He took a handful for himself and started to much on them, only to make a sudden muffled noise of pain and spit one back out again. Now uncurled, the little creature turned itself right side up and swam away, wiggling its many legs.

“Oh, dear,” said Signora Donzella. “You do have to bite them before they bite you.”

Ercole stared at her in utter horror for a few moments, before remembering that he had another isopod still in his mouth. He looked at Ciccio, who calmly looked him right in the eye while taking another isopod out of the dish, placing it between his teeth, and biting down. Ercole took the message, and swallowed what remained of his, whole.

Signora Donzella smiled as she surveyed their work. “That's so much better,” she said. “You know, you boys really didn't need to go to the trouble, especially after you worked so hard earlier today.”

“Yeah, we really didn't,” Ercole said pointedly to Ciccio.

“It's no trouble, Signora,” Ciccio said cheerfully. “We wouldn't want to be rude.”

“You know,” said Ercole, “when humans have guests they don't expect them to do anything. All the chores are the host's job.”

“Really? I didn't know that,” said Giorgia pleasantly, then looked a bit worried. “Arturo's aunts do have him and Silvio do some garden work in exchange for watching the football games. Is that all right?”

“Its' fine,” Ciccio assured her. “I'm pretty sure Concetta and Pinuccia work by sea monster rules.”

Silvio himself darted through the door then, and the first thing he saw was the shell full of snacks. “Ooh, isopods!” he said, and went to help himself.

“Where've you been off to?” his mother asked him.

Silvio put several of the tiny arthropods in his mouth at once and crunched on them, leading Ercole to make several horrified faces. “I went to give Signora Trota her shovel back,” he said.

“Oh, yes, I'd forgotten that,” said Giorgia. “Good job for remembering.” She moved the dish away as her son reached for more isopods. “These are for our guests.”

“It's fine, Signora,” Ciccio told her. “Like I said, we're not that hungry.”

“Then I'll put these away, or they'll all be gone by tomorrow.” Signora Donzella shooed at Silvio, and swam off into the kitchen.

Ciccio and Ercole both took advantage of her absence immediately: Ercole by theatrically coughing and gasping and spitting out isopod legs that had gotten caught between his teeth, and Ciccio by pulling Silvio closer to talk to him.

“Did you tell Giordana where we are?” Ciccio asked. He was pretty sure that returning the borrowed shovel had just been an excuse, and Silvio's actual purpose had been to let the Trota children know what was going on.

He was right. “I told Arturo to tell her,” Silvio confirmed. “He said she's worried about you.”

That made Ciccio feel a little better. “Are they gonna be allowed on land anymore?” If they weren't... Ciccio didn't know what he'd do.

“Arturo's Mom didn't say, and him and Giordana are both too scared to ask,” Silvio said. He turned his head suddenly towards the door. “Hey, did you see that?”

“See what?” asked Ciccio.

“The light in the kelp.” Silvio went to the doorway to look outside. “It flashed twice and now it's gone. Maybe it's the giant squid!” he whispered excitedly. “Did you hear people talking about it?”

Ercole scoffed. “It was the only thing the servants talked about at dinner. I think you're all making it up to frighten me.”

“We had one here once,” said Silvio. “Ages ago. I wasn't hatched yet.”

“Giordana told me about it once,” Ciccio agreed. He hadn't been consciously thinking about that when he'd chosen it was something to threaten Ercole with it, but it must've been in the back of his mind.

“Dad said he and Mom had to take my egg and hide in the forge,” Silvio went on. “Giant squid usually live in the cold water out base Gibilterra, so they don't like when it gets too warm.” He turned to Ercole. “And they're not very fast, so probably even you could outswim one. Probably.”

“Don't try to bully me, Squaletto,” said Ercole. “It doesn't suit you.”

With the cleanup done to Signora Donzella's satisfaction, she led them out to the newly roofed barn, bringing along a string of softly glowing jellyfish which she towed by the tentacles like a bundle of balloons. Inside, her husband had set out mats of sponges and seaweed, and filled an old honey jar with bioluminescent plankton so they'd have a lantern.

“Here you go, boys,” he said. “I hope you'll be comfortable. If you need anything, you can wake up Junior.”

Ercole had just opened his mouth, presumably to ask why there were three sleeping mats instead of two. With the question answered before it could be asked, he closed it again and watched Silvio settle down on the nearest mat and grin.

“It'll be like camping out!” Silvio said happily.

“Thank you,” said Ciccio firmly. “I hope you guys can come up and visit us at the bakery sometimes.”

“We should,” said Silvio. “The bread him and Giordana make is really yummy. My favourite is the kind with the olives, but the one with the sardines is also great!”

“We should try putting isopods in it,” said Ciccio, mostly to gross Ercole out. It worked.

“Nah,” Silvio said. “They go mushy when you cook them.”

Ercole covered his mouth with one had, as if afraid he would throw up.

Giorgia Donzella gave her son a kiss on the cheek and wished him a good night, and her husband reminded the boy that he was responsible for looking after their guests. Then the adults left the three boys alone to settle down and sleep. Ciccio considered the bedding he'd been given, and decided he'd better sleep on his stomach. He still had sponge pieces all over his spines, but if any of those came off he might rip the mat to shreds. That was no way to thank the Donzellas for their hospitality.

Silvio was also on his stomach, but in his case it was because his stiff, shark-like dorsal fin could not fold down out of the way. Ercole was having no trouble lying on his back, although it took a bit of squirming for him to find a comfortable position without pinning his fin under his shirt.

“I hope Papá manages to sleep all right,” said Ciccio. Ottonello had been very specific about not wanting Ciccio spending the night underwater, but here he was, doing exactly that. It sounded as if he spent a lot more time worrying about Ciccio in general than he normally admitted.

“I could go tell him you're here,” Silvio suggested. “He knows Dad and me.”

Ciccio propped himself up on his elbows to look at the younger boy. His first reaction was that might be a good idea. Just knowing where Ciccio was would probably help a lot – but there was a problem. “Is it safe to go out by yourself after dark?” he asked.

“Normally I'm not allowed,” Silvio admitted, “but Mom and Dad said you could ask me for anything you needed.” He grinned mischievously. “I could talk to your parents, too,” he suggested to Ercole, “if you tell me where to find them.”

“Don't you dare,” said Ercole immediately.

“He doesn't want anybody to know this happened to him,” Ciccio said.

“And my parents won't care anyway,” Ercole added. “I've been away overnight before. They figure I'll get home when I get home. Sometimes I think if I just disappeared they wouldn't even look for me.”

“Really?” asked Ciccio. He knew very little about Ercole's relationship with his parents, having only met them once or twice. They'd seemed very permissive, even indulgent. He would not have thought of them as neglectful. Had Ercole spent the whole day wondering whether his parents would care if he never came back?

Ercole glared at him, and his tone changed abruptly. “They trust me,” he huffed, “unlike some parents who yap at their children's heels everywhere they go and send their friends to spy on them. Anyway, don't you say a word to them or anyone else,” he told Silvio. “If anyone in the town finds out about this, I will never be taken seriously again.”

Ciccio snorted. As if anybody took Ercole seriously anymore.

“Your secret's safe with me,” said Silvio cheerfully. He wiggled a little, getting his toes into the end of the sponge mat to stretched it out a bit. “Hey, why is the ocean blue?” he asked.

“How should I know?” Ercole said. “I think it's something to do with reflecting the sky.”

Silvio rolled his eyes. “It's blue because the land never waves back!”

There was a moment of silence as Ciccio and Ercole both figured out what that meant. Then Ercole snorted, and Ciccio groaned at the pun.

“Why did the lobster turn red?” Silvio tried next.

“Because they dumped it into boiling water, still alive,” snarled Ercole.

“Why?” Ciccio asked.

Silvio giggled. “Because it saw the ocean's bottom!”

This time Ciccio could help a snicker, even as Ercole scoffed.

“What's the strongest creature in the sea?” Silvio tried next.

“What?” asked Ciccio.

“A mussel!”

Ercole let out a bark of laughter, then quickly silenced himself. “Not bad, Squaletto,” he admitted grudgingly. “Not bad.”

#pixar luca #luca 2021 #luca paguro #alberto scorfano #giulia marcovaldo #ercole visconti #fanfiction #a little human (as a treat)

[kitausuret]

FOR whenever you reblog the “choose violence” ask game at the end of the month: Answer the questions in sequence order of MK’s grocery shopping trips in March

This was asked of me like literally a month ago but I kept scheduling the post for later and later. But here we go.

1. The character everyone gets wrong

(Spectacular Spider-Man #151, Conway & Buscema)

Well, this isn't hard - obviously my answer is going to be Flash Thompson. I don't know why it's apparently so difficult - he's not really that complicated of a character. Not compared to a lot of Marvel mainstays. But so many people either make him JUST a bully or JUST a hoo-rah America military man. And by that I mean both fans and canon writers. But Flash contains so many multitudes! He's worked in schools, he's a mentor, he's a coach, he's charisma incarnate, he has so many ways he can help people. And I love him.

3. screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

Uhhh I'm not gonna do this with an image because I don't save these kinds of things lol. But I did once see a long post (and I mean lengthy) describing in detail - mind you, withOUT actually giving any canon evidence or issues or really anything to back up their argument - why Eddie Brock nor the Venom Symbiote should ever be shipped with anyone else, ADDITIONALLY stating that if you were to, say, add another person to that relationship, that you fundamentally are misunderstanding the whole point of """"symbrock"""" and, largely, Venom as a concept. Uh-huh. Okay.

Hilariously, after I saw that post, it stuck with me but it also spurned me into such a RAGE that I cranked out a massive new chapter of my fic in the space of about two weeks after being stuck for months. It worked, but boy I was so mad about that. I took that kinda personally. Insinuating that I didn't understand Venom. That I didn't understand Eddie Brock. Bull fucking shit.

Anyways,

4. what was the last straw that made you finally block that annoying person?

I don't remember specifically the last person I blocked that wasn't a bot, but I do know that I will block people in the Flash Thompson and Harry Osborn tags at the drop of a hat. ...oh wait! I do remember the last person I blocked. They had some octogoblin thing they were going on about but they had put it in the Harry tag. I didn't wanna see that. So. Blocked!

10. worst part of fanon

Wow, loaded question. Probably the racism. And the misogyny. Both of which are still rampant! It's something I, myself, am still trying to work on, so it's not like I'm excluded from my own frustration. But I think what's even worse is people who pretend like it's NOT a problem, that fandom is a magical problem-free space.

I'm also just now realizing that the question says fanon and not fandom but I think my statement still stands. To try and actually answer it though, uhhh I think the worst thing about fanon is when it literally becomes canon. Stop doing that, Big Two.

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

I wanna talk about something here but I don't wanna scandalize too many of my followers. Actually you know what fuck it I'm gonna talk about it anyways. (mpreg mention below the cut)

I don't understand why so many people in the Venom fandom make fics where the host (Eddie, because nobody writes about anyone else) is the one going through the gestational cycle when there is a new spawn rather than the symbiote. It is literally so much funnier and also makes so much more sense to make the symbiote the pregnant one. "but kita it's can-" SHUT UP THE SYMBIOTE WAS THE PREGNANT ONE (it's called "choose violence" asks for a reason 💖)

24. topic that brings up the most rancid discourse

Uhhhh see above! Racism. Misogyny. Possibly lesbophobia. Mostly for the denial of it all. But I also find a lot of ship discourse nonsensical. If you don't like it, just block! Mute! Filter! It's literally that easy.

30 doesn't exist so I will. Idk. I will give you a panel from an issue labeled 30. Let's go with Venom #30 (Bunn, Silas) and this very funny moment of the symbiote flirting with Valkyrie. 😂

#asked and answered #i have a few opinions about venom can you tell

[ally-writes-many-things]

I’m right here. (Steve Harrington) Part 2

Summary: After being away from Hawkins for a little over seven years, you return to spend time with your brother Dustin but things happen that may change how you feel about Hawkins. 

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Tags: @sundarksposts @manuosorioh

You were in the break room with another copy of what the tape had said as you were trying to figure it out while Robin was the one who had the tape recorder. You just didn’t see what Robin and Dustin saw. You were completely on the side of Steve about how this was nonsense. “Excuse me!” You heard a customer say from the other side of the glass. 

You ignored it and continued on trying to figure it out but the customer kept trying to get Robin’s attention. “Ahoy! I’d like to try the peanut butter chocolate swirl, please,”

“No. No more samples today,” You heard Robin finally crack.

“Why not?”

“Because you’re abusing our company policy,”

“Where’s the sailor man?”

Sailor man? Are they talking about Steve? You had to call him that at least once to see his reaction. “Sorry, he can’t help you. He’s busy?”

“Busy with what?”

“Spycraft,”

You heard the girl and her friends' voices fade as they exited the shop and Robin opened the window and rolled her eyes. “Kids will be the death of me,”

You crackled before going back to looking at the paper. “You know, I don’t even know how I’m supposed to be helpful because if this is something to do with Hawkins, I’m a lost cause before I’m not from here,”

“Yeah, I’ve been meaning to ask where are you from?”

“Califor-”

There was a knocking at the back door that interrupted you. “Hold that thought,”

Robin opened the back door and you saw a delivery man. “Deliver for you,”

Robin took the package and signed for it. “Thank you,”

“Have a nice day,”

“Yeah, you too,”

Robin went out into the back corridor saying Silver cat. Robin then comes back into the shop but leaves through the entrance and you follow her but you see Dustin and Steve making their way back. “You're not gonna believe who Dustin thought was a Russian,” 

“You did too,”

“No, I did not,”

“Yes, you did,”

“No, I did not,”

“A trip to China sounds nice,” Robin said, walking straight past them. 

“Robin,” Steve called out but she didn’t answer so they all looked at you.

“I have no idea what’s going on. Scoops got a delivery and she started acting like that,”

You three walked closer to her but Dustin called out to her. “Robin, what are you doing?” 

“I cracked it,”

“Cracked what?”

“The code,”

-

It was a few hours later after the mall was closed and Robin had you, Dustin, and Steve 

on the roof watching the delivery truck move in and out of the docking bay. You can’t believe you let your brother and some girl you just met talk you into this shit. “Look for Imperial Panda and Kaufman Shoes,”

“They’re with that whistling guy, ten o’clock. What do you think's in there?”

“Guns?”

“Bombs?”

“Chemical weapons,”

You exhaled an annoyed breath. “Whatever it is, they’re armed to the teeth,”

Steve rubbed his face in pure annoyance. “Great. That’s great,”

“Hey, what’s in there?”

“It’s just more boxes,”

“Let me check it out,”

“No, I’m still looking,”

Steve and Dustin started fighting over the binocclous by trying to force it out of each others’ hand and they dropped it over the side of the roof with a loud thud. You four quickly ducked behind the wall of the roof. After your heart stopped racing you noticed that you were holding Steve’s hand and you quickly pulled your hands away from him and he did the same. You guys slowly turned back around and looked to see if you were clear and thankful you were. You looked at both the idiots. “You two need to quit acting like four year olds or you’re gonna get us caught,”

You four stayed where you were for the rest of the night and you eventually fell asleep. You were woken up by the sun shining in your eyes. “I fell asleep? Why’d you guys-” You caught yourself off when you only saw Dustin there but no Robin or Steve. “Where’s Robin and Steve?”

“They had to go back to work and I didn’t wake you up because the last time I did, you chewed my head off and that would definitely get us caught,”

“True. Do you have what you need so we can leave, I need to go to the restroom?”

“If you want to leave, go. I’m not ready,”

“Dustin, I’m not leaving you up here by yourself

“Ughh, fine. Let’s go,”

-

You walked into the backroom after going to the restroom and saw that Robin and Steve were sitting at the table and Dustin was standing up. They all looked up at you before Dustin spoke. “That keycard opens the door, but unfortunately, the Russian with this keycard also has a massive gun. Whatever's in this room, whatever's in those boxes, they really don't want anybody finding it,”

 “But there's gotta be a way in,”

“Well, you know I could just take him out,”

“Take who out?”

“The Russian guard,”

“What?”

“I sneak up behind him, I knock him out, and I take his keycard. It's easy,”

“Did you not hear the part about the massive gun?”

“Yes, Dustin, I did. And that's why I would be sneaking,”

“Ah. Well, please, tell me this, and be honest, have you ever actually won a fight?”

“Okay, that was one time,”

“Twice. Jonathan. Year prior?”

“Listen, that doesn't count,”

“Why wouldn't it? Because it looks like he beat the shit out of you. You got a fat lip, crooked nose,  swollen eye, a lot of blood,”

“That just might work,” Robin said abruptly, running to the front of the store and grabbing the money out of the tip jar. “Robin. Hey, Robin! Hey, what what are you doing?”

“I need cash,”

“Well, half of that's mine,”

“Where're you going?”

“To find a way into that room, a safe way. And, in the meantime, sling ice cream, behave, and don't get beat up. I'll be back in a jiff,”

“Oh, dude. Come on, man, not my scooper,” Steve said, yanking the ice cream scooper out of Dustin’s hand after he licked it. 

You accepted that Robin just completely left without any explanation but what you couldn’t accept was that Steve got beat up by the Jonathan you knew who lived here. “Hold on, please tell me it wasn’t Byers,”

“It was,”

You let out a hefty laugh and looked at Steve. “Are you kidding me? You got beat up by Jonathan Byers?”

“Yes-No,” Both Dustin and Steve answered the same thing. 

“Who was the only guy?”

“You wouldn’t know him. It was a guy named Billy and he-”

“Billy Hargrove?”

“Yeah, how’d you know?”

“Long story that I’m not gonna share with my little brother,”

“Well then,”

“Sorry bud,”

It had been about twenty minutes since Robin had gone to who knows where, Dustin had run off to do something but he promised he’d be back in a few which left you and Steve at Scoops. You were in the back, bored out of your mind while Steve was slinging ice cream, every once in a while he’d open the window and check on you. You were about asleep when you heard the door open, you looked up and saw Steve walking towards the table. “Refilling the tubs time,”

You sat up in the chair and smiled at him. “Fun,”

“Hey you could help me refill the tubs if you so bored,”

“Why not?”

Steve smiled at you and handed you a bucket of ice cream that was named Bubble gum. You carried the ice cream bucket to the front of the store. “You take that one and filled the tub with the bubble gum flavor,”

“That sounds really difficult. Could you explain it more?”

Steve flicked some of the ice cream off his scooper at you and it landed on your nose. “Oops,” He laughed. 

“Oh is that how it is?” You asked, flicking some at him and it landed on his uniform.

This went on for a few minutes before Steve grabbed the scopper from your hand and your breath hitched as you realized just how close he was to you. If you took one step towards him your bodies would be pressing against each other. He smelled of maple wood and cedar. You were just frozen in this spot. You didn’t know how to breathe much less move. No one has ever had this effect on you. Not even Billy. He reached out to touch you, but a voice had sent two flying away from each other. “What is going on here?” 

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This is an old fic I made like idk how many years ago in reposting it now!

A/N: so I had a stupid idea but hehe here you go! Do I know how to spell or pronounce her first name properly? Fuck no- also this MAY- be a small series if you all want-? So no romance in this one so far though I have no idea how to write for her what the fuck is this

Warning(s): embarrassment

Summary: you just keep embarrassing yourself infront of this beautiful women who later turns out to be your new boss pretty much reader is hella gay and can't talk to pretty ladies(which is all of them)

Wilhemina Venable x reader: what the fuck Y/N-

Sighing slightly as you went into the coffee shop- you were getting ready for your new job- being an assistant to some-you couldn't remember what your boss does sounds bad yeah but you needed the money. So you just went a head and got the job when it opened. You stood behind this tall women dressed in a long purple dress with a purple jacket over it. She held a cane in both hands almost seemingly to lean into it as if it had all her balance in it

"So much purple" you thought before seeing her turn towards you with a annoyed look- confusion turned to horror as you covered your face blushing "i- said that aloud-" you spoke the obvious the beautiful women infront of you scoffed raising a perfectly carved eyebrow upwards

"Yes. Yes you did" she confirmed moving fully to face you her cane clanked harshly on the ground-making you feel like it would be unwise to interrupt her so you stayed quiet for a moment before stuttering out more nonsense

"Its not bad! Your very gorgeous! I- um- I mean" you stated your face growing hotter and more embarrassed as you stumbled over yourself. You couldn't tell if the women was more amused or annoyed with your behavior-which in turn made you more embarrassed and stumble even more over your words- being silenced when she held a gloved hand up to silence you- you closed your mouth automatically nervously playing with your sleeves as you looked everywhere but at her

"Save it" she ordered before ordering her coffee and moving with a clank with her cane across the floor to the side waiting for her coffee, looking infront of you the cashier who knew you since you've been there almost everyday smiled apologetically towards you. Ordering your own coffee you waited as well "Cat got your tounge now" she spoke sounding more like a statement then a question startling you- you don't know how she got so close without you hearing her cane or her footsteps-

"O-oh um" you started- your nerves starting to get the better of you "no no- I uh- I have my tounge" you silently cursed at yourself in your awkward haze-all you wanted was to go back into the comfort of your own home. To hide away for years to forget about this very encounter

"What's your name" the redhead asked shifting a bit making you gawk at her slightly "close your mouth. Flies will come in" she said with a slight sigh as you closed your mouth gulping again

"Its Y/N L/N" you said gaining a interested look from the lady before she went back to her deadpanned look. "What's yours?" You asked curiously as you gained your voice again

Before she replied someone came out to give her the coffee which she took without a word "well maybe you'll find out if we see eachother" she spoke walking out of the place with the same movement which almost looked a big uncomfortable

"Oh ok-" you replied to empty air as you waited for your drink, looking around the room it was full of people who saw the encounter, you heard the whispers 'that redhead looked like she was gonna kill that other girl' which made your calming heard quicken loosely as you got your coffee thanking her. You left- you won't be going back there for a while.

Looking around you squinted from the bright sun temporarily blinding you a bit before sighing. Finally calming down a bit you started your walk. The hot beverage in your hand as you go into the car putting it in the cup holder. Putting your head on the wheel for a moment-then leaning back putting the car in drive and headed to your destination.

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Once you got your destination you got out of the car throwing your empty cup away in the nearby garbage can. You looked up at the tall pale building. Gulping down your nerves yet again. You headed up the stairs holding your head up. Don't get your hopes up-but don't seem to eager

Entering the building you walked around-clearly lost. Which made one of the workers go up to you. "Um I'm looking forMiss Venable" you said making them tense up at the name, before pointing to the far off room with a door

"You must be the mew assistant I'll go in and tell her your here Miss..?" They started as you two walked down the hallway to the office like part,

"Y/N L/N" you responded making the worker nod their head, stopping infront of the door. They went in. For the couple of minutes you looked around the work place. Some desks near by with people looking straight at the computers some joking with others but stopping sharply once the door behind you opened again

"Go on in Miss L/N" the worker said making you nod your head. You entered the room as they left closing it behind you. You took a deep breath and turned around with a friendly smile

Your jaw dropped. Your boss is the women you embarrassed yourself infront of multiple times. 'I want to crawl into a hole and never come out' you thought to yourself. As if any of this could get worse. The thump of her cane whacking the floor harshly caught your attention quickly

"If your done with.. whatever that was. Your obviously my assistant. My names Wilhemina Venable. You will address my as Miss Venable." She said with a slight rubbing her forehead gently like she had a headache "You'll be by my side most of the day. But I want you out of my sight when your unneeded" she practically hissed the last part out making you gulp nodding your head "address me properly girl" she hissed out whacking her cane harshly on the ground making you yelp a bit in shoc

"Yes Miss Venable" you said making her nod her head. Your head started racing with a million of questions- which she obviously was aware of with the roll of her eyes. Before hitting her cane softer then last time

"Get out of my sight" she said with a wave of her hand, a squeak and a nod escaped you as you walked out the door closing it gently. You peaked her interest-be it from the interaction in the cafe, or in here. You weren't scared of her she could tell-you were just a awkward mess.

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