#t boy ava au

[the-darkness-does-not-bargain]

22:45, A: Can I ask you something, Bea?

22:45, B: Of course.

22:47, A: If I told you I can’t get you out of my head, what would you say?

What could she say?  What words or syllables could she conjure when it felt like her lungs were shuddering against her rib cage, trying and failing to maintain proper breath?  How could she describe the intense and irrational exhilaration she felt reading that simple line of text?  If she were cleverer, she might say something poetic, but the skill of the poets had never once graced her hand.  Her turns of phrase were always too clumsy, her verses too cold.  Her proficiencies lay in essays and abstracts; not entirely artless, but useless for capturing the Jovian storm of human emotion.  

Bereft, she found that she could only tell him the truth, devoid of all lyricism, and hope that he would understand it.

22:48, B: I would say the feeling is mutual.

22:48, B: And that I’d like to hear your voice again.

The words appeared on her side of the message box, immutable, and as brave as she could manage to be.  After a moment, the screen dimmed, and then turned black, leaving her in the dark and the quiet.  She waited, staring at her fraying purple drapes and trying not to feel like her heart was going to tumble out of her chest.  Waiting, waiting, and then.  Her phone vibrated, and she picked it up on the first ring.

“Hey, Bea.”  His smooth tenor hit her ear like a warm breath, and before she knew it, her own lungs were relaxing again, all tension leaking away.

“Hi, Ava.”

#uhhhhh take this #warrior nun #t boy ava au #tell me if this seems too melodramatic #still hoping to finish this one by or close to Christmas #so wish me luck!

[daisychainsandbowties]

any avatrice recs :)))) have already read all your fics and now i am depression (genuinely daydream abt ur star wars au daily)

i could hype each of these fics individually but basically if it’s here i think it’s incredible and you have to read it 💖💖🥰

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the sweetest taboo// 1930s au &

i know now what no angel knows// fallen angel au by @dumpsterfireofsubtext

indy au part 1 & part 2// or, ava peels an orange & makes me feel insane 🫠🫠🫠 by @estherthenormal

lemon drop boy// t boy ava au

lazarus woke with a kiss// scp/ lab rat ava au &

how to stitch holes in the sky// dragon age au, all by @the-darkness-does-not-bargain

teach me to love (as you have loved me)// this is. yeah. this is beautiful. newbea au by @birgittesilverbae (💖💖 ily)

beyond our space and starlight// eldritch au by @thistleation

escape attempt number whatever thousand, some hundred and four, probably// hades au by @foulbearobservation

do a flip// aikido gfs au by @sunsafewriting

if saints and angels spoke of love// (bea is a math teacher & ava’s basically the guy from dead poets society) by @mermaidandthedrunks

choose the devil i know (over the heaven i don’t)// firefighter au by @sapphicstacks

leave the light on (i’ll find my way home)// lighthouse au by @snowandwolves

on the run from a losing game// chef au by @fiddleabout

this must be the place// lumberjack au by @littledata

love thy neighbour// my fav roommates au. pokemon strap-on fic 😌🙏

turning sun into sugar, spinning straw into gold// pnw au by @gohandinhand

the world is just an illusion (trying to change you)// roadtrip au, &

a lover, or something of mine// reincarnation au by @smokestarrules

who needs comfortable love// sentient halo au by @the-ominous-owl

this celestial glow is blinding// firewatch au

the thought of high windows// 60s au

pull back the curtains for venus// alien bea au &

of greater marvels yet to be// fleabag au, all by @seabiscuits-us

#warrior nun #avatrice #i probably missed some i love i just went through my ao3 bookmarks & sometimes i’m so gay about the fic i forget 😭😭 to press the button #others i might just have not read 🥺 i only recced ones i’ve actually read but i have a ton left to get to #but yeah 🥰🥰 enjoy i hope you find some new stuff in here #fic rec! #anon #uhhh if i didn’t tag someone blog it’s bc i don’t know who they are 🫠

[nolita-fairytale]

Carmy as your Baby Daddy | Social Media AU & Headcanon Series | part seven

a/n: may write a 'carmy & you as parents' headcanon. may also add another cute graphic/social post, however, for now... this is it, folks! enjoy our darling dearest baby daddy au which is pretty much just leaked dms between me and @carmensberzattos.

part six | masterlist

your life with carmy and baby bear:

first, baby bear has so many different cutie little nicknames: jo, joey, joey-bear, phinnie, and richie's personal favorite: toni-bear.

since you have the privilege of going on maternity leave, you do a lot of the day to day heavy lifting while carmy is at the restaurant. while he's pulled back a little at the restaurant, you know that carmy needs a little chaos in his life to feel at ease.

you parents decide to come to chicago to help with the baby for a few weeks. while baby bear's nursery is all set up, you don't exactly have a guest room. you're in tears over changing the nursery into a guest room last minute, so carmy enlists both richie, fak, and pete to do the job so that you don't have to. sugar and syd decide to take you out for a girls' day at the spa, and when you come home, you can't believe those four idiots managed to pull it off. (do i need to write this oneshot because i think i need to write this oneshot)

the proverbial 'they' say it takes a village, and it sure as hell does. you feel so incredibly lucky to have a village that shows up: marcus organizes a meal train and is one of the first to come over and spend time with his goddaughter; sydney is more than happy to pop back into shifts at the bear every now and then, just to give carmy so reprieve; and tina is ALWAYS down to babysit if she's got the time.

ava, richie's daughter is obsessed with baby bear, and is so excited that she finally has some cousins to play with. "boys are gross" -- ava, about baby michael and why she likes baby bear more lmao.

some nights, when baby bear wakes up in the middle of the night, it's not technically his 'turn' but carmy insists on getting up to put baby bear back to sleep. one restless night of sleep, you wake up to the sound of him watching anthony bourdain's no reservations. when you bring it up later that morning, carmy confesses to you that it's the only thing that will get her back down because he used to turn it on when you fell asleep, instead of the classical music you insisted was better for the baby while you were pregnant with her. while you pretend to be upset, you usually thank carmy for getting up when it's 'not his turn' with morning head that you're more than happy to give him before he goes off to work.

you always have a go-to table when you and baby bear go visit daddy at the bear, and no matter what, he always makes it a point to come out and say hello to the both of you.

while the first few months you and carmy both survive on nothing but takeout, meal trains, and stuff carmy's brought home for the restaurant, he diligently meal preps week after week for baby bear by making her homemade baby food packs. "you sure you don't mind? we can always pick something up from the store, babe?" you ask him. "no, it's just like a puree. i got this."

on the days that you're purely exhausted and at your wit's end, you and sugar commiserate via text and sometimes facetime, because you're not sure how she's doing life with a new baby AND another baby on the way.

the night before you go back to work, you spend most of the evening sobbing because you're simultaneously ready and exhausted, while you can't imagine being away from baby bear either. but you go back on a hybrid schedule, two days in office, three at home, so it helps, even though it's still a huge adjustment.

on the days that you are in office, carmy takes those days off, wanting to pull his weight as you guys go through this transition.

carmy is an amazing dad, something he wasn't sure he could be, considering he barely grew up with one. he's surprisingly patient and he's totally in love with baby bear. like the day she was born it broke his heart into pieces because it broke open an entirely different kind of love that he wasn't sure he was capable of.

even though it's hard work, you and carmy both agree that this is the best decision you've ever made together and carmy can't get over the idea of trying for another soon. "let me take a nap first, and then we can talk. unlike you, the rest of us can't survive on 30 mins of sleep, babe," you tease him.

okay hear me out: when baby bear is a toddler, the two of you love spending saturday mornings either going to the farmer's market, or picking up mochi donuts (think: the cute kinds with little animal faces) to bring back to the restaurant and share with daddy, even though he's slammed with brunch service. baby bear comes running into the restaurant on the sweetest, chubby little legs and richie, fully in his suit picks up her and spins her around while greeting her with her signature nickname: toni bear!

eventually, you and carmy move out of the apartment and start renting a house that you plan on renting for the long term. you're not entirely sure either of you want to be home owners yet, but you're anxious to get baby bear into the garden with you as soon as possible. baby bear spends the early spring planting fruits and veggies with mom, and the late spring/summer when they're ready to harvest in the kitchen with dad. neither of you have strong feelings about baby bear becoming a chef, but you do want her to understand the ritual and special place that food plays in your lives.

hosting big outdoor dinner parties for the whole framily. when she gets a little older, baby bear and baby michael run around while ava goes through her 'too cool for school' phase. any and everyone is invited, and for once, for both carmy and nat, it feels like being a berzatto isn't such a curse.

#carmen berzatto x you #carmy berzatto #carmy x oc #the bear hulu #the bear fx #jeremy allen white #carmen 'carmy' berzatto #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto headcanon #the bear headcanon #carmy berzatto imagines #carmy berzatto fluff #comfort and chaos #still into you #make my heart surrender #Carmy as your baby daddy #social media au

[piratekane]

a continuation from this roommates au 'verse, for @dealanexmachina

This party is loud and reminds Beatrice of all the reasons why she usually says no to these kinds of things - to the lights and the heavy bass and the permanently sticky floors and the press of sweaty bodies. The list goes on and on and on.

The reason she said yes is standing in the middle of it all, arms in the air and hips swaying tragically off beat with her head thrown back and not a care in the world.

Someone bumps into her side and the drink in her hand splashes up against the inside of the cup, threatening to spill over the lip of it and coat her hand in - she’s not sure what type of alcohol is in this. She hasn’t taken a sip. But a very intoxicated boy had insisted and Beatrice had had enough of his babbling, taking the drink and sparing herself another 5 minutes of a curse-peppered run on all the reasons why men really are discriminated against.

Add that to the list of reasons why she usually says no to these things.

She watches someone approach Ava, his body large but his face shadowed by the spinning disco lights that seem to be exploding against the walls. She can see the glint of his eyes, focused entirely on Ava, his goal inelegantly obvious. Ava doesn’t seem to notice, too focused on the music to feel him coming up on her side.

Her grip tightens on her drink and if the cup cracks, she doesn’t hear it over - Ava would know this song, if she was close enough to talk to. But to Beatrice, it’s just a cacophony of noise that wiggles its way into her ear and leaves her with a dull throbbing sensation.

It’s a miracle, then, that she hears her name shouted over it.

Ava crashes into her view as if she was ever not the center of it. Hands outstretched, mouth split in a wide smile, she looks almost wild with glee as she slams into Beatrice. Beatrice is quick, turning her wrist sharply to avoid the contact and dropping the cup onto the side table near the couch she would never even think of sitting down on. 

Ava laughs, her breath sticky against Bea’s chin. “Oh my god, you should see your face right now.”

She tries to smooth out the crease she knows is crossing her forehead. It’s not as hard as she thought it might be, the longer Ava stares at her, smiling. “It’s loud.” She has to lean forward, to say it into Ava’s ear.

Ava pulls away, her smile widening. “Isn’t it great?” She has to shout over the thud, thud, thud. But somehow, it still feels like a whisper just for her.

A hand snakes down her arm and makes the jump from her wrist to her waist. She let Ava talk her into jeans tonight instead of her usual cotton pants. She vetoed a shirt from Ava’s closet, though, and picked something light and loose that sat firmly below her waist line and had no chance of exposing anything to anyone. Ava did not make the same considerations. She’s in a pair of low-slung shorts short enough that Beatrice can see the bottom of a pocket poking out from under the hem and a cropped t-shirt that rests just above her belly button.

If there was anything to be left to the imagination, it’s gone each time Ava lifts her arms above her head. Beatrice feels faint each time she does.

Ava’s fingers dig into her waist, fingers hot through the fabric of her shirt. Beatrice shivers a little and inhales sharp enough that her lungs ache for a moment but Ava doesn’t seem to notice, eyes searching over Bea’s shoulder.

“We lost everyone.” She pouts. Someone bumps into her and she stumbles into Beatrice.

It’s the only reason why Beatrice’s hands go to Ava’s waist. It’s the only reason they sway in towards each other. How did I get close enough for that? she wonders. But it’s the bodies surrounding them, forcing them to anchor themselves together. That’s why, she reasons with herself.

It means she doesn’t have to lean in too far to speak into Ava’s ear. “Mary and Shannon left. Something about being too old for this. Camila is talking to that engineering major she knows and Lilith is…” Well, the last time she saw Lilith, she was in the kitchen berating a boy with a long greasy ponytail who was insisting everyone call him a prophet. “Somewhere.”

“Party poopers.” Ava’s pout smooths out. “But you’re still here!”

“Where else would I be?”

It comes out too plainly. Too honest. She feels a rush of embarrassment flood through her, staining the flats of her cheeks. She’s suddenly thankful they’re at a party with the lights dimmed; Ava can’t see the way she turns red. Her hands give her away, traitorous fingers flexing against Ava’s nearly-bare hips. Ava smiles curiously and Beatrice wonders if she might be granted the mercy of some kind of cataclysmic event to wipe her off the face of the earth.

No such mercy exists. Ava smiles wider. “That’s my girl.”

Beatrice ignores the second ripple that floods through her, not wanting to give this one a name.

“Ava!” someone yells. They both turn and Camila comes into view, dragging along a tall boy with a mop of curly hair. Ava doesn’t untangle herself from Beatrice, curling even further into her. Camila pulls up to a stop in front of them, the tall boy bumping into her. She barely stays upright. “There you are! Where did everyone go?”

“It’s just us,” Ava says, exaggerating a pout. “And Bea and I are leaving.”

“We are?”

“You are?” Camila pouts fleetingly before she shrugs and throws her arms out, wiggling them into the limited space between Beatrice and Ava, wrapping one arm around each of them. Beatrice makes a face as an elbow nearly clips her chin, her stomach roiling slightly at the sharp sweetness of Camila’s breath. “Fine. If you must.”

Ava hugs the both of them tightly, eyes closed as she sways a little. “We must. As you discover changing times, you must have the strength to endure.”

Beatrice frowns. “Voltaire?”

“Earth, Wind & Fire.” Ava grins and pulls herself away from Camila but doesn’t let go of Beatrice. She rocks them back a step, Beatrice’s body moving stiffly as Ava controls them. “Remember to rob him later!” She laughs. “We love you. Say you love her, Bea.”

Beatrice softens. “We love you, Camila.”

The words get swallowed by by the music as the song changes and a cheer goes up. Ava doesn’t wait, moving her through the crowd with focused intention, aiming for the door. They spill out into the night and the cold air dampens the sound of the party they just escaped. Ava is still wrapped around for another moment longer and Beatrice navigates walking backward past a girl puking into the bushes. Ava finally unravels from her as they hit the sidewalk and Beatrice is equal parts relieved and melancholy at the loss.

“Let’s go home,” Ava sighs, grabbing Beatrice’s hand and lacing their fingers together. She throws her head back and shouts up into the night. “Home is wherever I’m with youuuu.”

Ava walks steadier than she seems she might on the way back. She doesn’t let go of Beatrice’s hand, though, clutching it tightly as she navigates broken curbs and cracks in the sidewalk. Beatrice lets the cool air ground her back in reality. She’s going to go home and have a glass of water and try to forget what Ava’s hands feel like pressed to her face and what Ava’s mouth feels like against the line of her jaw.

But Ava has a different idea. Because she drapes herself over Beatrice’s back as she works the key into the door, hanging on as Beatrice shuffles awkwardly into their apartment. The air smells fresh and Beatrice breathes it in for a second, feeling Ava move against her before her body slides away and pours like liquid across the living room to the couch.

“No, no.” Beatrice follows after her, hands grabbing at Ava’s wrists. “No, you need to brush your teeth, Ava. And change into something else.” Ava’s nose wrinkles and she sits down on the couch anyway. Beatrice sighs and puts her hands on her hips. “Ava.”

“Beatrice,” Ava says, voice pitched low. Her attempt at an accent is always slightly better when she’s drunk, Beatrice has noticed. She pushes out her bottom lip and pulls her feet up under her as she wiggles back into the couch. “Come. Sit with me.”

Beatrice changes tactics. “Wouldn’t your own bed be better?”

“No.” Ava holds out a hand, beckoning her. “You won’t be in there with me.”

It’s one place Beatrice has yet to go. She cleaned it out when her last roommate left, changed the sheets in preparation of Ava’s arrival. But since Ava moved in, she hasn’t crossed the threshold. It feels too sacred. She feels too exposed.

Because if she did, if she allowed herself the chance to enter the last private space Ava has, Ava would know how desperately she wants to be there. And that is something Beatrice wants to keep under lock and key, hide it away and pray that Ava will never find out. If Ava knew… If Ava knew that Beatrice wants nothing more in the world to wake up underneath the plastic glow-in-the-dark star-dotted ceiling with her legs tangled in Ava’s and her fingers curled into Ava’s shirt - the world might break into two and create a chasm Beatrice could never be able to cross.

Ava pitches dangerously towards the floor and finds Beatrice’s wrist, tugging hard until Beatrice stumbles forward the last inch and narrowly avoids landing on Ava as she crashes to the couch. She doesn’t have a chance to recover before Ava is pulling her closer, wrapping Beatrice’s arms around her own body and pushing back into her.

Ava sighs, body loose and warm. Beatrice holds her breath until her lungs scream at her to let go.

“This is my favorite thing to do,” Ava sighs. “I love being with you.”

It doesn’t mean what Beatrice thinks it means, of course. Ava loves being with everyone. She loves something every day, uses that word so effortlessly where Beatrice uses it like fine china she takes out once in a while. Ava loves love. She loves being with Beatrice and she loves when Mary lets her ride on the back of her motorcycle and she loves ice cream dates with Camila and she even loves Lilith, when she’s drunk enough to admit that.

“You’re drunk,” Beatrice says kindly, the words like knives in her throat. Because it doesn’t mean what Beatrice wants it to mean.

“I’m tisp- tipsy,” Ava corrects. She shuffles around, stretching out until she’s sandwiched Beatrice between her body and the back of the couch. Beatrice can feel the line of Ava’s spine against her chest as she burrows backward into her. “And you’re warm. I love that about you.”

It doesn’t, it doesn’t, it doesn’t.

Beatrice bites back a list of things she loves about Ava in return. “Ava,” she says quietly. 

She hears a hum in response, the kind that lends itself to the moment just before someone falls into a deep sleep. A hand reaches back, pulling hers across warm shoulders until it’s balled up under Ava’s chin, feeling the hollow of her throat.

She tries again, fingers fanning out as far as they can in Ava’s tight grasp to feel the smooth skin of her neck under the pads of her fingertips. “Ava, wait.”

Ava wiggles down further into Bea’s arms. “Wait for you. I-” A yawn overtakes her and Beatrice feels selfishly impatient with it. “I’ll wait for you,” Ava finishes in an exhale. She hums again, a smile against Bea’s knuckles. “I’d wait for you forever.”

Beatrice swallows back the hope that presses against her teeth and runs her free hand through Ava’s hair, brushing it off her face. Ava is asleep already, mouth hanging open slightly as she breathes in and out. Beatrice watches for for a long minute, wondering how she happened upon something like this; how she got so lucky to find someone so… perfect.

She wonders when the dam will break inside her chest and the truth will come spilling out of her. Not tonight, with Ava asleep in her arms and all the lights on. Not tomorrow, with Ava smiling at her, bleary-eyed and hungover.

Ava mumbles something unintelligible and shifts in Beatrice’s arms and while it might not be tonight and it might not be tomorrow, Beatrice knows it will be soon. She can’t pretend for much longer. 

#warrior nun #avatrice #ava silva #sister beatrice #my children are starving and i must go feed them now i suppose #but now i have hEADcaNOns for this little 'verse and it's going to be your problem from now on #forever roommates

[goldrushgold]

I had to draw Ava and a new hairstyle for him😳

(inspired by @the-darkness-does-not-bargain t boy Ava au)

#warrior nun #ava silva #my art #nair is drawing #i hope you guys enjoy it as much as i did drawing it #no doubts im LOVING this au #go read it if you havent yet😌 #also the way this kicked my art block out of my system gotta love it

[catindabag]

TBOSAS on Crack!AU: ✨The Fave Banned Songs of The 24 OG Mentors✨

A friend of mine asked me to list the Mentors’ favorite banned (100% illegal in Panem) songs in my TBOSAS Crack!AU.

So here they are:

1. Coriolanus Snow (Sugar Baby Era)

Snow On The Beach by T. Swift & Lana

Radio by Lana Del Rey

Careless Whisper by George Michael

Bloom by Troye Sivan (For Sejanus)

“Sl*t!” By Taylor Swift (For Sejanus)

2. Sejanus Plinth (Sugar Daddy Era)

Beautiful People by Ed Sheeran

Jenny by Studio Killers (For Coryo)

Lover by Taylor Swift (For Coryo)

Hey Blondie by Dominic Fike (For Coryo)

Ride by SoMo (For Coryo)

3. Festus Creed (Dumpster Fire Era)

We Can’t Stop by Miley Cyrus

Last Friday Night by Katy Perry

All Star by Smash Mouth

Honeypie by JAWNY

Chicken Nugget Dreamland by Parry Grip

4. Lysistrata Vickers (Crazy Fangirl Era)

Wannabe by Spice Girls

Barbie Dreams by FIFTY FIFTY, Kaliii

Watermelon Sugar by Harry Styles

Starman by David Bowie

Groupie by Cate

5. Felix Ravinstill (Class President Era)

Under Pressure by Queen, David Bowie

Touchy Feely Fool by AJR

The Hype by Twenty One Pilots

Kingdom Come by Jon Bellion

This is What Makes Us Girls by Lana

6. Persephone Price (Unhinged Lover Era)

Candy by Unknown Brain

Crush by Tessa Violet

Sweet But Psycho by Ava Max

I Really Like You by Carly Rae Jepsen

7. Clemensia Dovecote (Friend-zoned Era)

Still Into You by Paramore

Your Type by Carly Rae Jepsen

Midnight Love by Girl in Red

Mr. Lonely by Bobby Vinton

8. Livia Cardew (Rich Queen Era)

7 Rings by Ariana Grande

Material Girl by Madonna

Barbie World by Nicki Minaj, Ice Spice

9. Androcles Anderson (Sneaky Sneak Era)

Stand Up by One Direction

Cake By The Ocean by DNCE

Drive By by Train

Smooth Criminal by Michael Jackson

10. Hilarius Heavensbee (Disowned Clown Era)

Birthday Party by AJR

Sad Happy by Circa Waves

SugarCrash! By ElyOtto

Thomas Theme by Thomas & Friends

11. Palmyra Monty (Chef on Crack Era)

Cooking by The Book by Lazy Town

Raining Tacos by Parry Grip

Fruit Salad by The Wiggles

Krusty Krab by Trap Remix

12. Apollo Ring (Sunshine Boi Era)

Oh Potato Dog by Parry Grip

Sunroof by Nicky Youre, Dazy

Sunkissed by Khai Dreams

Come On Eileen by Dexys M.R

13. Diana Ring (Pastel Peach Era)

Rainbow Magic by Rosanna Pansino

Cupid by FIFTY FIFTY (Twin Ver.)

Penguin On Me by Schmoyoho

My Little Pony Theme by My Little Pony

14. Vipsania Sickle (Gym Gal Era)

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! By ABBA

Eye of The Tiger by Survivor

YMCA by Village People

15. Gaius Breen (Hype Man Era)

Uptown Funk by Mark Ronson, Bruno Mars

The Nights by Avicii

Stereo Hearts by Gym Class Heroes

16. Dennis Fling (Trader Joe’s Era)

Billionaire by Travis McCoy, Bruno Mars

Money, Money, Money by ABBA

MONEY by LISA

17. Pliny Harrington (Sleepy Dawg Era)

The Lazy Song by Bruno Mars

Some Nights by Fun

Saturday by Twenty One Pilots

18. Domitia Whimsiwick (Farm Gal Era)

Everything She Ain’t by Hailey Whitters

If You Go Down by Kelsea Ballerini

WWDD by Lainey Wilson

Biscuits by Kacey Musgraves

19. Urban Canville (Exploding Man Era)

World’s Smallest Violin by AJR

All Time Low by Jon Bellion

When I was Done Dying by Dan Deacon

The Pi Song by AsapSCIENCE

20. Io Jasper (Nerd in Love Era)

Boys by Charli XCX

What Lovers Do by Maroon 5, SZA

Call Me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepsen

The Science Love Song by AsapSCIENCE

21. Florus Friend (Introvert on Stage Era)

Dreamland by Glass Animals

Loretta by Ginger Root

Herp De Derp by Schmoyoho

22. Iphigenia Moss (Rebellious Diet Era)

Boom Clap by Charli XCX

Popular Song by MIKA, Ariana Grande

Prom Dress by mxmtoon

23. Juno Phipps (Royal Baby Girl Era)

Rich Girl by Gwen Stefani, Eve

Dance The Night by Dua Lipa

California Gurls by Katy Perry

24. Arachne Crane (Screeching Banshee Era)

Beautiful Trauma by P!nk

Super Bass by Nicki Minaj

Primadonna by MARINA

#tbosas #crack #playlist #crackship #crack post #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #ballad of songbirds and snakes #hunger games #the hunger games #suzanne collins #coriolanus snow #president snow #sejanus plinth #snowjanus #snowplinth #coriolanus x sejanus #lucy gray baird #thg #thg fandom #festus creed #lysistrata vickers #livia cardew #arachne crane #felix ravinstill #clemensia dovecote #taylor swift #lana del rey #harry styles #bosas #alternative universe

[middleearthpixie]

Promise Me ~ Chapter Twenty-Four

Summary: Friends since childhood, Gabriella has long held back her feelings where Boromir is concerned, as she did not want to risk losing his friendship if he didn't feel the same. But, then he is summoned to Rivendell, and the night before he is to leave, he stuns Gabriella by confessing his feelings for her as well. 

But, war is coming and he cannot put off what he knows must be done. All Gabriella can do is wait for him and pray for his safe return. 

Fandom: The Lord of the Rings (AU, Boromir lives)

Pairing: Boromir x ofc Gabriella

Warnings: none 

Rating: T

Word Count: 2.1k

Tag List: @sotwk @heilith @fizzyxcustard @evenstaredits @way-too-addicted-to-fandoms @emmyspov @finnofamerica @lathalea @ass-deep-in-demons @quiall321 @mistofstars @justfollowtheroad @guardianofrivendell @glassgulls @doctorwhump @kmc1989 @estethell

If you’d like to be added (or removed) to the tag list, please just let me know!

Previous chapters can be found here.

The jubilation that began with the destruction of Sauron and the Eye spread through Minas Tirith like a wildfire and Boromir tasked Gabriella and Éowyn with pulling together what was needed for a celebration of the highest order. They in turn recruited Dory and Ava and anyone else who did not get away quickly enough and soon, plans were underway for that very night. 

Word spread quickly throughout Minas Tirith and by nightfall, Boromir stood alongside Faramir, at the entrance to the Great Hall and just stared at the transformation of the room from a wide, most impersonal gathering space to something warm and welcoming and cozy almost. What seemed like a million white candles bathed the room in a golden glow, and tables draped with elegant cloths of all colors had been set up around the room’s perimeter. Musicians at the far end tuned their instruments and Faramir looked about with a smile as he said, “I do believe the ladies have gone above and beyond anything you could have asked of them.”

Boromir nodded, his hands resting on the pommel of his sword. “I am not exactly surprised, though. For the first time in our lifetime, peace has come at last and that is definitely a thing worth going above and beyond for.”

As he spoke, he spotted Gabby and Éowyn across the hall and smiled. He had never seen Gabby look so beautiful, dressed in a cardinal red gown, her white-blonde hair spilling about her shoulders in soft waves. Éowyn was a bit taller, and dressed in forest green and one glance at his brother, and Boromir knew Faramir was smitten.

“She’s lovely,” he said, nudging Faramir’s elbow.

Faramir jumped. “What?”

“Your Lady of Rohan,” Boromir nodded in their direction. “You suit perfectly.”

Faramir smiled, nodding as he replied, “Rather like you and your lady of Gondor.”

“My lady…” Boromir couldn't help his own smile as his gaze went back to Gabby. “I do like how that sounds.”

“So marry her already.”

“I will, little brother.”

“You keep saying that. Just do it.”

He turned to Faramir. “You doubt me? Because Gabby does not.”

“Are you so certain?”

Boromir looked back at Gabby, who must have felt the weight of his stare, for she suddenly lifter her head to look his way and a slow smile lifted the corners of her lips. “I am, yes. You forget how well she and I know each other.”

Gabby said something to Éowyn, who also turned and smiled, and the two women made their way across the hall. To Boromir’s surprise, his heart actually sped up as Gabby drew near, fluttering in a way it hadn’t since the morning when he’d spirited her to his bed for the first time. 

Her eyes sparkled with hints of mischief as she slipped her arm through his. “You boys clean up so very nicely, you know.”

Boromir smiled, rubbing his free hand along his smooth cheek. “It was time to shave. I began to look like I’d spent weeks out in the wild.” 

She laid her hand against his other cheek. “I like both images, to be honest. But, I don’t only mean shaving, love. I mean,” she let go of him and stepped back, “you just look so handsome this evening.”

He smiled. “It isn’t often I’ve been afforded the opportunity to wear something formal. And this calls for formal, I think.”

“Well, you look very—”  

The sounds of boots on the stone just beyond the Great Hall doors thundered through the cavernous hall and Boromir, along with everyone else, turned to see the doors open and Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, Gandalf, Frodo and Samwise in the doorway. Merry and Pippin must’ve seen them as well, for the two hobbits bolted from the far end of the hallway toward them, shouting with joy as they threw their arms about Samwise and Frodo with enough force that they knocked the halflings each back a step.

Gabby looked up at him. “Who are they?”

Boromir’s eyes stung. His throat tightened. His heart hammered his ribs as an emotion he couldn't put into words slammed into him. Swallowing hard, he managed to murmur, “Frodo,” he said, “and Sam.”

“And the others?”

“Gimli’s the dwarf, Legolas is the elf, you know Gandalf, and the man is Aragorn,” Boromir paused, drew in a deep breath, and added, “Our king.”

“What?”

“Come. I’ll introduce you.” He laced his fingers with Gabby’s and they crossed the hall to where the others stood. 

Aragorn smiled as his blue eyes alit on them. “It’s good to see you up, Boromir,” he said by way of greeting, then he turned to Gabby and bobbed his head. “And it is also good to finally meet you, my lady.”

“Meet me?” Gabby’s forehead creased. “You know of me?”

“I do,” Aragorn nodded again. “Boromir spoke of you, so if you are not Gabby, then I have made a terrible mistake.”

“No, this is Gabby. Gabby, Aragorn.” Boromir smiled. “The King of Gondor.”

Aragorn held up a hand. “Not yet, I’m not.”

“Well, either way, it’s nice to meet you. Boromir has not said much about his time with the Fellowship, but he has always spoken highly of you.” 

Boromir have Gabby’s hand a gentle squeeze. “Excuse me a minute,” he murmured, pulling away to make his way over to Frodo and Samwise.

The two hobbits said nothing as he approached, Frodo’s blue eyes, already large and luminous, seemed even more so as he stared up at Boromir. Samwise’s expression remained neutral, his arms folded over his chest as he also stared.

“It’s good to see you both,” Boromir said, looking from Samwise to Frodo. “And thank you, for seeing it done, for seeing the Ring destroyed. Frodo, might I have a word with you?””

“Mister Frodo does not—” Samwise began, only to have Frodo cut him off softly.

“It’s all right, Sam.” Frodo glanced over at his friend. “I will speak with him.”

“Come, outside, if you don't mind.” Boromir gestured toward the courtyard.

It was a glorious night, warm and clear, with a silver moon hanging low in the star-spangled sky. A hint of tension hung in the air, and Boromir coughed to break it. “I owe you an apology, Frodo. For my actions that day in Amon Hen. I was weak and the Ring was casting a shadow over me, one that I could not fight as I should have.”

“There is no need to apologize,” Frodo replied softly, shaking his head as he looked up at Boromir. He no longer looked like the youthful hobbit he’d been when Boromir first met him in Rivendell. He’d aged, with shadows beneath his eyes and hint of wariness in them. Not a one of them survived the quest unchanged, and not one of them were the men they’d been on that chilled autumn day when the leaves scuttled across the stone as the council met to determine who would bear the Ring to Mount Doom. 

“I have every need to do so,” Boromir corrected him softly. “I could tell you that I had no control over my actions and that I—”

“No,” Frodo broke in, meeting Boromir’s eyes for the first time since their skirmish at Amon Hen, “you need not apologize nor explain, for I understand full well the power that Ring had. And I am glad to see you alive and well, for Faramir thought you dead and I saw for myself his sorrow.”

Boromir held out a hand. “That means a lot to me, Frodo. It does.”

Frodo looked down at his hand, then back up at him, and offered up a hint of a smile. “Tell me, the lady in red, is she your wife? She’s watching you.”

Boromir shook his head. “No, she not my wife yet. But she will be in the coming days. Would you care to meet her?”

“I would, yes.”

His spirits higher than they’d been since he’d arrived in Rivendell, Boromir gently clapped the hobbit’s shoulder and steered him in, whilst waving Gabby over with his free hand. Introductions were made, and before long, she was laughing and he watched in awe at how quickly she won over everyone from Gandalf to Samwise. 

Faramir joined him as he leaned against the wall. “It’s an interesting group you traveled with, brother.”

“It was, indeed. But, I’m glad Father tasked me with joining them, even if I did not agree with his reason.”

“He wished you to take the Ring.”

It was no question. Faramir knew their father as well as he did. With a low sigh, Boromir nodded. “He did. He felt Gondor should use it to take down Sauron, that we’d paid a high enough price to earn that right.” He lifted his goblet to his lips for a long swallow and then, lowering it, he added, “And I agreed at first. I agreed at first and it nearly cost me my life. My future.”

Faramir smiled, nodding toward where the rest of the Fellowship gathered. “She has a way, doesn’t she?”

“Don’t your lady of Rohan hear you say that.”

“She knows no one holds a candle to her.” Faramir smiled. “It’s a strange fate, isn’t it? War nearly destroyed all we hold dear and yet, without it, we would not be where we are at this moment. Éowyn would still be in Rohan. You and Gabby probably would not have found the courage to admit the truth. None of this would have happened the way it did.”

Boromir nodded slowly, holding out his goblet. “As I said before I left for Rivendell, life is good. Remember this day, for everything is as it should be. And take nothing for granted, little brother. Nothing at all. Seize every moment and live it as if it was to be your last.”

“I will definitely drink to that.”

As Faramir clinked his goblet against Boromir’s, Boromir turned his gaze back to Gabby, who was deep in conversation with Frodo and Gimli, with the dwarf gazing upon her with almost the same reverence he’d shown the Lady Galadriel. Boromir smiled. “Faramir?”

“What?”

“Will you stand up with me, should Gabby and I decide to marry tonight?”

“Tonight? Who are you getting to perform a wedding now?”

“I’ll find someone. But will you?”

“If you are serious?” Faramir nodded. “Wild horses wouldn’t keep me away.”

Gabriella started when Boromir came up behind her and slipped his arms about her waist, pressed a kiss into the top of her head, and whispered, “Come with me.”

“Come with you where?”

“You’ll see.” He gave her a playful squeeze. “It will only take a minute. I promise.”

She rolled her eyes even as she smiled, and excused herself to follow him out into the courtyard. “What are you about?”

He smiled as he walked ahead of her, then turned to face her, walking backward as he said, “I was talking to Faramir earlier and something he said had me thinking.”

“You are going to trip over something and break your neck, Boromir.”

“Nonsense. I know this courtyard like the back of my hand.” 

He stopped then, and his grin grew wider, which automatically told her he was up to something. “Boromir? What are you about, really?”

“I love you. And I know you’ve already said yes, but I should probably give you something to make it—to make us—official.”

Her heartbeat sped up as he caught her hands and sank to one knee there on the stone in the courtyard. “Will you marry me?”

“Of course I will,” she told him with a smile.

“No, I mean, will you marry me tonight? Here, where we can celebrate with everyone.”

She pressed her lips together as he rose, towering over her, his eyes looking like pale slivers of glass, glittering in the light of the full moon silver overhead. “Are you certain?”

He nodded. “I have no desire to wait, Gabby. We’ve waited long enough, you and I, and I am not taking any of the coming days for granted. Not any more.”

Giving his hands a squeeze, she nodded. “Of course I will. But, I have just one request.”

“Anything, love. Name it, and it is yours.”

Gabby smiled up at Boromir as the clerk, Hallam, performed their simple marriage ceremony, down by the river, where they had met over a quarter-century earlier, with only Éowyn and Faramir as their witnesses. As they were pronounced husband and wife, Boromir wrapped her in his arms, bent her back slightly, and claimed her lips in a kiss so gentle, it sent a shiver along her spine. It had taken them so long to get to that kiss, and so much had happened to make them both think it might not ever happen, and Gabriella was in no hurry to have him let go of her any time soon. 

#Lord of the Rings #LOTR AU #Boromir #Boromir fic #LOTR fanfic #Lord of the Rings Fanfic #Fan fiction #LOTR fanfiction #AU #Boromir x OC #Is it hot in here? #Romance #Sean Bean #Everybody Lives #Sons of Gondor

[verver]

TUMEURS URBAINES

Épisode 2

L'appartement était vraiment petit , passé la belle et imposante porte d'entrée, un couloir étroit desservait à gauche une petite cuisine et de l'autre côté un bac à douche et les toilettes, ce couloir aboutissait sur une petite pièce à vivre, en tournant la tête vers sa gauche Michel aperçut la chambre.

- Tu vois c'est petit !

- c'est bien ! rétorqua Michel

Ava mit le café en route et sortit deux tasses . Il avait rencontré Ava dans un bus. Il l'avait abordé poliment et les deux s'étaient lancés dans une discussion passionnée sur l'art en général, depuis ce temps là ils se voyaient régulièrement , ils étaient devenus amis.

A quoi penses-tu lui demanda Ava voyant qu'il était silencieux.

- à notre rencontre

- ça fait environ deux mois.

dit-elle

-ouais c'est ça !

- wow ! ça fait longtemps pour moi s'exclama t-elle

- c'est un problème ?

- Non pas du tout ! d'habitude les mecs que je rencontre se sauvent très vite.

- Ils sont pas bien ces mecs ! Tu es sympathique et tu gagnes à être connue

- merci ! T'es gentil dit-elle en débouchant son eau gazeuse

- Tu bois toujours cette eau ?

- Oui ! ça pique la langue et j'aime beaucoup cette eau là.

Cela étonnait beaucoup Michel , il savait qu'elle accompagnait toutes les autres boissons de cette eau.

- ça me fascine dit-il

En buvant un deuxième café Michel reprit ses questions avec enthousiasme.

- Tu travailles toujours là-bas ?

- au peep show oui ! j'ai changer de crémerie, je bosse au Mandala maintenant , quatre heures par semaine.

- ça te plaît ?

- je suis tranquille !

- tant mieux !

Ava jouait avec une petite boîte depuis un bon moment elle la tournait et retournait dans sa main. Elle l'ouvrit et en sortit des acides.

- t'en veux un ?

- Oui ! je veux bien répondit Michel

Au bout d'une heure peut-être un peu moins , Michel sentit des fourmillements dans son corps, il se sentait bien, à l'aise, les choses autour de lui avaient tendance à se déformer, à se liquéfier aux sons d'une mélodie inconnue .

Il était allongé sur le lit, un corbeau perché au pied du lit croassait, à chaque son qu'il émettait le volatile annonçait l'arrivée de quelque chose ou de quelqu'un. Chaque croassement qui sortait de son bec se materialisait en un long ruban rouge qui finissait en pluie fine chargée de milliers de gouttelettes rougeâtres. L'atmosphère , maintenant était totalement rouge , les gouttelettes tombaient sur son visage.

Les bourgeois de Calais passaient devant le lit. L'oreille gauche de Michel s'agrandit tel un cornet pour essayer de distinguer les murmures. Son cœur s'accélèra en quelques secondes, il se rendit compte qu'Ava le chevauchait avec une énergie folle .

Elle ne le quittait pas des yeux, elle lui griffait le torse enfonçant ses ongles telle une tigresse. Michel s'entendit pousser un cri , puis plus rien.

En rouvrant les yeux il vit le plafond, il s'aperçut qu'il était allongé sur la moquette à côté de lui la chaîne hi-fi balançait de la musique Californienne. Il referma les yeux.

Il sentit la main d'Ava le caresser , il se rapprocha d'elle pour la pénétrer, il gardait les yeux fermés, la lumière du jour le gênait, Michel continuait à la besogner jusqu'à l'épuisement.

Ils baisèrent toute la journée sur la moquette, sur le lit.

Ava s'habituait à lui finalement, elle n'arrêtait de l'embrasser , de le caresser, de se frotter elle avait eu du plaisir, elle était heureuse.

[asoueismylife]

Ask Game: Travis Phelps (Sally Face)

Sexuality: Gay

Pronouns: He/Him

Favourite otp: Larvis or Salvis

Favourite brotp: I feel like Ash and Travis might really get along problematic wise and stuff.

Favourite Ships of them: Salvis, Larvis, Phillis

Hated ships: Neilis, Toddis, Ashvis, Kenvis

Their Best friend: Phillip Petrov for sure. (Last name is my headcanon cuz it’s Russian)

Favourite Nicknames: Trav, T, Travy, TravAss

Favourite AU: Funeral AU (Where Kenneth dies and Travis is just celebrating in the isle in a purple suit.)

My favourite outfit: his original one Purple sweater and jeans though I do wish his sneakers weren’t GREEN.

Defining/Aura color: Purple or Yellow.

Would I date them: No, I have an OC who I ship him with SOMETIMES. (Cecilia Venderburg, Redhead 💀)

First impression: Definitely a forced Christian though I think he likes it a BIT, I felt like he just wanted someone to care about him and not feel the need to bully people to rein superior.

Current impression: Problematic gay.

Headcanons:

- Basketball Player

- only really opened up to Phillip until he became friends with sals group (which they invited Phillip in too)

What he thinks of ghost hunting: Megan is his cousin or possible sibling for sure (since we don’t know Travis’s moms hair Color or name) he definitely would’ve liked Ms. Sanderson and payed her formal respect to the afterlife. I always had a headcanon that he was a medium (like Amanda from Sam and Colby) and one night sal and Larry took him to Megan’s bathroom and he started talking and seeing Megan without using the game boy.

Song that reminds you of them:

Twisted by MISSIO,

My Ordinary Life by The Living Tombstone,

Take me to church by hoizer,

Every time I cry by Ava max,

Or lean on by major lazer.

#Travis Phelps #sally face #medium #paranormal #sf #Travis #Phelps

[madaboutmunson]

Everlong - Part 2 - Next To You (Let Me Call You Sweetheart Part 2)

Warnings: References to violence, murder, injury, imprisonment. Fluff, intimacy, failed relationships, This Au's Steve Harrington's entire brood of kids, 50+ Steve Harrington, Vampire Eddie, weird dreams.

Summary: Having successfully proved they no longer need to be under 24/7 surveillance by Henderson's high tech security systems, reader moves into the basement of Mr Harrington's home. With a new found freedom, after nearly two years, you get to see Eddie in person, but something has changed. An unexpected letter arrives.

Thank you @portaltothevoid for all your help. Much appreciated 💚💚💚

@munchabunch

Since moving into the basement of Mr Harrington's house, security had been pretty tight. It was only in the last week or so it had let up a little. They had to be careful to not freak out the Harrington kids. Luckily the two eldest were living elsewhere, leaving a little bit of space, but it was still quite a squeeze with eight kids to contend with ranging from the age of two to eighteen.

Sebastian, the youngest boy at seven years old, had sat next to you one night, with stacks of photo albums to explain everything to you, just as it seemed, someone had explained it all to him.

In 1995 Steve had met Meredith, who, when observing her photos, looked extremely familiar. Her big brown eyes, long tendrils of almost jet black hair. Ripped super baggy jeans, t-shirt and long cardigan, the sleeves pulled over her hands, as she posed outside of a concert. To be specific, she looked like a female Eddie, but older.

So it was no surprise at all that the hair and alternative style passed on to their two kids, the eldest of the Harrington brood, Charlotte (Cas) and Oliver (Olly) both with those deep dark eyes both with voluminous curly hair. Cas's cropped short to her neck. Olly's trailing down to his lower back.

Next a wedding picture but not with Meredith, this was Cassandra. She had a sleek chic french Bob of naturally light blonde hair, her gown of pure white satin, no embellishments and her bouquet a simple wreath of green leaves. Their kids were the eldest that remained in the house, Ava, 18, James, 17 and Evelyn 14.

Mr Harrington had always wanted 6 children, but had seemingly grown tired of trying to find his perfect partner. So he elected to go through quite a process to find the perfect surrogate. He waited patiently for his next beautiful babe, except for when the scan showed them, there were actually three of them all snuggled up together in there. The identical triplets were 11 now, Philomena, Lucy and Jo.

Then there was Sebastian, who advised that though he did have a mommy once, he didn't anymore, and that's why Mr Harrington became his Dad.

And last but not least, two year old Edina, who according to Sebastian, just turned up one day. She was so small, a newborn. She had screamed the roof off for a few days, and seeing his Dad was so tired, Sebastian wanted to help.

He read about babies and sounds, music and different types of noise too. So he'd sat beside her crib one weekend and played her all different genres. The only combination that worked for the baby was a mixture of Metal and white noise. When Sebastian had shown his Dad his discovery, he was so pleased he "picked me up and squeezed and I thought I might die".

Mr Harrington had knelt down to Sebastian and told him, "That's your little sister in there, she's gonna look up to you. So just like today, even though she's gonna be annoying sometimes, you gotta be kind, ok? We all look out for one another here, don't we?"

Sebastian had nodded "It's the Harrington House number one rule."

And then Steve had asked if Sebastian had any idea for a name for the baby, as they both got up to gaze down into the crib at the sweet little baby, finally sleeping soundly.

Sebastian looked down at the playlist he'd crafted, "Adema?"

"Yeah, Edina. That's a good name." Mr Harrington had misheard, but the name stuck.

Whilst flipping through the photos one thing was abundantly clear: Mr Harrington loved his kids. His face when he was in pictures with any of his children, whether that was individually, birthday parties, Christmas card photos or family portraits he always had the biggest genuine smile.

The same could not be said for his love interests. Whilst he looked happy enough, it wasn't the same. After his marriage ended it was just person after person, a lot of whom Sebastian didn't know so he just moved past them. It was interesting though that Mr Harrington had kept pictures of each of them.

"There are other ones, if you wanna see?" Sebastian offered, "When Dad was at school, so funny. The eighties must have been a weird time, because the fashion…urgh."

"Thank you so very much for all of that, but maybe another time?" You felt swamped with information, but it was enough to get by on.

"My pleasure! I know everything there is to know about all of us," he said, lifting up his phone and snapping a picture of you, "and now we can add you too. Maybe we'll get more pictures if you stay?" he looks up at you hopefully.

You smiled back at him, "I'll be staying here for as long as I can I think."

You'd help out around the house where you could, but it was a very delicate line to tread. You didn't want to become missed when you might eventually leave, but you also didn't want to be seen as a sponge, so you did most of your helping on an individual basis or when the house was emptier.

The remainder of your time was spent practicing guitar, and working in the back room at Harrington's, the record store.

You were absolutely not allowed front of house.

Mr Harrington occasionally gave you the freedom to walk around town provided you wore a disguise of sorts. Just because of pure fear of messing up, you didn't stray far from the store, opting for a nearby park, for a short walk, or to just sit on the bench in the fresh air. Something you'd taken for granted nearly two years ago, but now was as precious as gold.

Today's park stroll was one that you'd been nervous about for a few weeks, for the first time in nearly two years you were going to be able to see Eddie. Not a glimmer of particles, not a voice in your head, but actually here in person.

As dusk rolled in, you had so much pent up nervous energy, sitting was no longer an option, so you paced around the bench itself. You practice how you would say hello in your head as you walk around the bench.

Hearing a twig snap, you quickly turn around towards its direction. In the shadows you can just make out his frame, of course his hair, and the unnatural glints in his eyes.

You stay very still, unsure of what to do as a whirlwind of emotions courses through you in those moments, "How long have you been there, creeping about in the shadows?" You joke.

"Oh, long enough," you hear the smirk in his voice. As he steps forward into the light of the lamppost, you are pretty sure your jaw drops a little. He's even more beautiful than you remember. His skin is pale like moonstone, his lips a rich red, and the rest of his features dark like the void. You feel like the ground is a sticky goop holding you to the spot. Your breath shakes in the cool night air, as you look him over, trying to take in every detail you can.

Fuck. You are certain that even if he wasn't trying to read your thoughts, he could hear your pulse go into overdrive. You take a deep breath and try to get it under control by looking at everything else in the vicinity. You spot a snail climbing the lamppost and try to focus on it for a few seconds, taking in all its details.

Then a sharp pain in your side makes you wince and your eyes fall back onto Eddie. Suddenly an exigency fills your mind. You charge towards him, trying to throw your arms around him, but he catches your wrists before contact, stopping you in your tracks.

"Whoa there!" He chuckles, his hands tightly grip your wrists in between you both, you can see him checking your hands.

"Um…sorry…I don't know…" you stumble over your words like someone in stilettos scrambling up a scree hill.

He gently releases you from his grip, his eyes fall back onto yours, and you look away fast. Like looking into his eyes might cause something terrifying to happen. You’ve gotten so used to the threatening drone following your every movement that you are now always cautious of your body’s natural reaction. Quickly you decide that walking beside him might be more comfortable, so you fall in next to him.

You can absolutely feel his eyes on you, but you resist looking for now. "Sorry if I scared you," you say apologetically as your fingers play with the inside of the cuffs of your jacket.

"Scared is a bit of a strong word, concerned maybe?" He says with a small laugh as he takes the first step of the walk and you follow suit.

"Yeah, well, I'm sorry about that. It was weird." You say half joking. It was weird, but it didn't feel wrong until you'd been stopped.

You walk around in silence for a while, now this is definitely not right for the two of you, and it does feel desperately awkward. You're very much accustomed to your own awkwardness, but from Eddie? No, this was top tier strange.

"Soooo it's good to see you. You know, in person" he says, trying to make things more normal, but your brain isn't really listening, because you're still replaying what just happened in your mind.

"Did you think I was gonna try to hurt you?" You say in almost disgust, and this time you look at him, expectantly. How could he think that, after everything?

"I…I guess I wasn't sure, especially when you came at me so quickly…just you know…habit," he says, acting out a few jabs and ducking and weaving as you walk.

This was new, you hadn't really heard him stumble over his words before that was really your department. He only returns your look once, before looking ahead again.

"Well" you say, unable to disguise the little sprinkling of hurt in your voice, "I wouldn't do that. I would never do that."

"If I told you the amount of times I've heard that lie, you wouldn't believe me," he says with a laugh.

That feeling happens again, an urgency, and you reach out grabbing his arm, stopping your stroll. He looks down at your hand and looks back up at you. You give him a serious look, "Never. Ok?"

His eyes move between yours and if you didn't know any better you'd swear he sighed. You let go of his arm and turn to continue your walk. In the lamplight something catches your eye and you run towards it. A flower. One from your dream. You run over to it and pluck it from the ground and look at it in the light, "Hey, random question, but do you know what this is?"

Eddie catches up and looks at it, "Yarrow?"

You grab your phone and do a quick search, "How did you know that?"

"I know tons of useless shit," he puts his hands on his hips, "though this one in particular isn't all that useless, maybe?"

You tilt your head at him in confusion.

He returns your look of puzzlement, "So you just ran over here to pick a pretty little flower, did you? You've no idea what this is?"

"Well. I don't know what it is, but I didn't pick it because it's pretty. I keep seeing it in…" you trail off. You sounded mad, you were sure of it. But this was Eddie, surely raving about a vivid dream wasn't that mad, when you ripped a hole to a different dimension together?

Maybe this was a very common flower. You'd seen it a bunch of times,so then it appeared in your dream.

Rather than taking the flower from you, Eddie takes your hand that is still holding it and holds it up to inspect it. "Yep, it's soldier's woundwort alright. Where do you keep seeing this, then?" he lowers your hand, but keeps looking in the same place to put his dilated pupils directly in your eyeline.

"In a dream. It's crazy. Maybe it's one of those things, you see something once and you can't stop seeing it everywhere." His eyes still trained on yours, makes you swallow nervously, "Do you still dream? You know, even though you're different?" You try to distract with a question

Eddie's other hand moves to your side, and he walks you backwards until you bump into the back of the park bench "There's nothing in my dreams, just some ugly memories," he sings deeply, but quietly. His eyes scan over your entirety, making you feel incredibly vulnerable.

You smile trying to not let your nerves show, "I know that one…Gimme Danger, little stranger."

He nods, still staring down into your eyes, speaking softly, "Do you know the next line?" He squeezes your scar tissue gently, and it's like a wave of intoxication sweeps up and crashes down on you.

"Are you…are you doing that thing you do?" You ask dreamily, remembering being caught up in this before. Unable to move, completely hypnotised by him.

"No," he says in a whisper, moving his body closer to yours, "It's not me." His eyes trace a familiar pattern, your eyes, your mouth, your neck.

Not taking your eyes from him, you gently push back your collar to reveal more skin to him. An act of submission or a silent pact. His eyes flash for a second, and his fingers dig into your side. Maybe this was a temptation too far.

Snap! A twig crunched somewhere in the darkness.Both of your heads snap towards it in alarm. You instinctively move yourself in front of Eddie. Frantically searching the darkness for anything.

Your brain scrambles like you change radio frequency. What time was it? Shit! "Listen, I'm sorry, I have gotta go. I didn't realise the time. They'll stop me coming here." The panic rises in your voice as you clutch at your chest.

"Hey, hey, ok just take a deep breath, ok? Just tell them you got distracted by something pretty, yeah?" Eddie smirks, brushing his hand over your hair, and placing the yarrow flower behind your ear.

"Yeah, you're right." Despite his teasing, it was actually reassuringly normal and stopped you from spiralling, "Maybe next time, this can be less…um…weird."

"Or weirder…" he grins. He creates some space between you, he's still smiling with his hands in his pockets. "There is something different about you though. I don't know if it's because you've been cooped up, or what, but…" he bites his lip and looks you up and down.

"Me?! I'm different. What about you? You're different too!" You protest only to be met with Eddie shaking his head.

"Nope, not really. It's just your feelings have changed," he shrugs as if to shirk off all responsibility.

"Hey, didn't we say the whole thought reading was reserved for when we aren't in person?" You are a little annoyed at this violation of trust.

Eddie's smile turns into a wide grin and he leans in, so he's close to your ear, running his fingers along your collar bone area to your other scar, the one no one asks to see. The reminder that you threw yourself in the way of that stake to save him. "Oh, I didn't have to telepath shit, Sweetheart."

You close your eyes and inhale, before shaking your head free of this witchcraft. You gesture into the night, before moving away slightly.

Faster than you can fathom he grabs for your belt loop and pulls out your phone out of your pocket. He starts tapping into it, "No passcode?"

"Not allowed," you reply sheepishly.

"Hmmm better keep it coded and PG then, right?" He says and can't help but smile as he makes you embarrassed. "There, I doubt 'Ambrose' will cause too much of a problem." He puts your phone back in your pocket, "Until next time," he says walking away, casting an occasional glance over his shoulder. A small laugh escapes each time you catch him.

It doesn't elude your knowledge that choosing the alias of Ambrose puts Eddie's fake contact at the top of your list.

You race back to the basement and burst through the door, panting.

You drop your things and race up the stairs, "S-sorry I'm late, I got distracted b-by something," you say trying to catch your breath.

Mr Harrington lowers his paper to reveal himself and Edina sitting in his lap, "Late!" She says loudly.

"That's quite right, they are late. What do you have to say for yourself? " He says with his eyebrows raised.

"I was doing my park walk, and I got distracted by something beautiful." You point up at the flower behind your ear.

Mr Harrington smiles and shakes his head at you, "Ok, well, next time, call, alright?"

You nod in agreement and head back downstairs.

You flop down on your bed and look up at the ceiling. Removing the flower from behind your ear, you hold it up in the false light, turning it around in your fingers. Your eyes grow heavy, and your blinks grow slower until finally you drift into sleep.

You open your eyes to the summer sky, a bumble bee bobs around for a few moments before landing on your chest.

“Eh, I don’t think so, Ol' Mr Bumble, that’s my flower only!” You hear a sweet Irish voice beside you playfully complain, making you giggle and the bee buzzes away. “Thas right ya coward, ya wanna buzz off now!” the voice shouts into the sky. You turn towards it, a feeling of pure happiness makes your head swim as the view changes to one of the apothecary’s apprentice sitting up and shaking his fist at the bee.

He lowers himself back onto his elbows and looks over at you, “Fancy that! Bold as anythin’ ” tutting at the bee. “I coulda taken him.” His big broad grin lowers as he looks into your eyes and then quickly back out into the distance, gently twisting the blade of grass between his fingers.

“Y’know” he says quietly, “Dere gonna come a callin’ soon.”

The blue sky disappears behind a sudden influx of heavy dark grey clouds, but he does not appear to notice at all, “I’ll have to go,” he adds.

Your hand touches his arm through the soft billowy fabric of his shirt sleeve and works its way down his forearm to intertwine your fingers.

“I hear ya, love. We could run away. Unfortunately fer you, yer mans a lotta things, but a cowards not one of dem.”

His fingers squeeze yours, “I’ll come home. Don’t you worry bout dat. Can’t get rid o’ me dat easily, I’m afraid.” He half turns to you and smiles, but you can see the worry lurking in his eyes. You sit up and reach out to stroke the back of his hair and the nape of his neck.

“I heard dey were havin’ trouble identifin’ dere soldiers. So I mighta dun something so dere’ll be no mistaken’ me.” He rolls up his sleeve to his shoulder a picture of a Rose with the name Yedda over the top and Aimon underneath.

He laughs and wipes his hand over it, “No darlin’ no amount water or dirt’ll move this. It's one of dem tattoo tings.”

You wipe your hand over it too, it doesn’t smudge or disappear. You hit him on the arm, and he laughs heartily, “Wha? Ya tink dis town doesn already judge us? Anyways dey won’t know bout it, but we will, my sweet. We will. You’ll always know it's yer man,” he nods and smiles at you lovingly before pulling you towards him ,wrapping you in his arms, and the sky turns to blue again.

It's the soft plinking sounds of your alarm sound, you get up and head upstairs to grab some breakfast.

Mr Harrington is at the stove, towel over his shoulder. The triplets in a row next to him making a pancake production line. Jo to his left, mixing up a storm, to his right Lucy is adding fruit to the stacks, and Philomena is last, blasting the towering breakfasts with syrup.

"Morning," you say cheerfully, grabbing a ready serving, and sitting down to eat.

"You've got a letter." Mr Harrington says turning around, pointing the spatula at the middle of the table.

You pause for a moment, who would be sending you a letter? Maybe it was the fan mail. You snatch it up quickly, excited almost. The envelope of textured paper is already opened as you expected.

You pull out the letter inside, and scan your eyes over it.

You must have read it four or five times to make sure you aren't dreaming, and you gently place your fork down on your plate, as the tears well up in your eyes.

"They've asked me to play a song with them…on stage…my old band…when they play Indianapolis," you lift your eyes up away from the paper and Mr Harrington is already waiting for you. His face is so proud, he quite forgets the pancakes and Lucy snatches the spatula from him, so they don't burn.

He takes a seat next to you, "What do you think? Do you wanna go for it? Everyone…well, ok…mostly everyone is ok with it, but no one is gonna stop you from playing. You'd have the normal ankle tag, and they'd have to bring back that stupid drone thing, but you'd be up there with your friends again."

The word friends stings a little. You weren't sure if that applied, but a chance to play on a stage that big was extremely tempting. "I'd be a fool not to, right?"

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[ohhgingersnaps]

We Didn’t Start The Fire (SDV Superhero AU)

Ch. 26/32 — Everyone Knows I'm In Over My Head T+ | Sebastian/Female Farmer

♥ ♥ ♥ BOUQUETS NOW AVAILABLE! ♥ ♥ ♥ [ There is a very pixelated picture of a bouquet, which was clearly taken with an old cell phone and blown up. The lighting is bad, and the photo itself is riddled with compression artifacts. ] Want to tell someone you’re romantically and/or sexually attracted to them? Or maybe you’re looking to rekindle romance with that special someone? Look no further! [ Here, the font changes to Comic Sans. ] Give them a “BEAUTIFUL” BOUQUET from Pierre’s! Now being sold for a very fair price! [ The font changes to a curling script, which might be almost nice, if it weren’t neon pink. ] Bouquet: A gift that shows your romantic interest. [ The second-to-last line is circled in silver marker, and Abigail’s scrawled a note at the bottom— “Cringe-worthy ad aside, you should absolutely get one of these for a certain Edgy Dark Hair Emo Boy”— along with a winky face and several misshapen hearts. ] . On the ninth day of fall, Ava makes a trip to Pierre’s. It’s early in the season, she reasons. She’s got some canned tomatoes and jams and things left over from summer, but she needs to stock up on staples, so she’s going into town to get groceries. She even has a list: Rice, sugar, olive oil, tissues, shampoo, a new pack of disposable razors, and absolutely, positively, definitely no bouquets.

Read the rest on AO3!

#this chapter is uhhhhhh. a bit more emotionally fraught than the preview may lead you to believe :) #sdv #sdv fic #stardew valley fic #sebastian sdv #wdstf

[the-darkness-does-not-bargain]

Ahhhhh I love your transmasc!Ava AU! Can we pretty please get more info or a snippet from this AU?

Well, since you asked so nicely 😉

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“You’re pushing it,” she told him.  There was no heat in her words, but his demeanor shifted all the same.  He withdrew, straightening up and leaving the shot glass sitting in front of her.  He didn’t seem put off, but more like she had set him on the backfoot and he was re-evaluating his approach.

“In a good way?”  He asked, apprehensive but hopeful.  Beatrice gazed at him, taking in the way his bottom lip was caught between his teeth, the way he bounced just a little on his feet.  He looked suddenly nervous, his performance abandoned in the face of her potential rejection.

She could reject him.  She could refuse what he was so unsubtly offering and return to her friends, leave him to try his luck with some other girl, and go back to her flat tonight without sparing him another thought.  Her friends were the only reason she was here at all; she wasn’t looking for a hookup.  But…

But, even her dearly beloved friends were fond of telling her she should be more spontaneous.  Oh, they didn’t say it quite so magnanimously, but that was the meaning.  And… this boy was cute.  Perhaps that made her sound childish, but he was.  And he seemed to be sincerely interested in her, at least enough to flirt on the clock, leaving behind all other customers.  She liked his voice, how it seemed to deepen the longer this conversation went on.  She liked his funny shirt, and was not immune to the way he was teasing her with it.  And so far, he'd only offered her a drink, a benign (if highly suggestive) act.  She had plenty of time to change her mind, shut this down if necessary.  So what was the harm in indulging him a little?

“I suppose we’ll see,” she said, relaxing back on the stool.  “Make me my free shot.”

His lips stretched into a slow grin of delight, and he put a spinning flourish on the glass before picking it up.  “Yes, ma’am.”

#anon ask #t boy ava au #I'm so glad people are excited for this #warrior nun

[themculibrary]

Femslash Masterlist 2

part one

A Dangerous Sentimentality (ao3) - flamingsword pepper/natasha M, 10k

Summary: Natasha’s friendship with Pepper Potts is becoming more intimate than she remembers agreeing to, but as a product of the Red Room, her memory has always been suspect.

Along Came Two (ao3) - justanexercise maria/pepper/natasha E, 6k

Summary: Pepper Potts has been waiting a long time to meet her soul mates and of course they come with a lot of baggage and complications.

An Avenger and the Wasp (ao3) - bi_furious1 maria/hope, natasha/hope, ava/hope E, 9k

Summary: The Wasp wants something from the Black Widow. The Ghost wants the same thing from the Wasp. A brief interlude after the major events of 'Infinity Whore'.

Baby I was born just to kiss your mouth (ao3) - Crimsoncat maria/natasha E, 5k

Summary: “Not a fan of begging?” Maria asks, her tone a little too casual, and Natasha can practically see the trap she’s stepping into.

Coffee Shop Mishaps (ao3) - ellebanshee maria/natasha T, 5k

Summary: When Natasha gets dragged along to go to a coffee shop just outside of campus instead of going to the library to write her paper she never knew she'd meet a girl named Maria that gave her feelings like no one else has before.

Forever & More (ao3) - blkmgck yelena/kate E, 14k

Summary: Yelena gets the fresh start she deserves after destroying The Red Room. She flies back to New York City with Natasha and decides on a whim to go to college. While she loves being able to rekindle her relationship with her sister, and Melina and Alexei are taking their role as parents more seriously, she is somewhat of a recluse. Her family always begs her to meet new people, which is why she decides to take a chance on Kate Bishop, who stole her favorite seat at her favorite diner.

-

Or, the fluffy cushy life Yelena deserves to live with Kate Bishop.

Hawaii Undercover (ao3) - Originalpuck wanda/natasha E, 8k

Summary: In-between Hydra and a sprained ankle, Natasha and Wanda try to have some fun on their Hawaiian retreat.

How You Get The Girl (ao3) - paperclipbitch kate/america T, 3k

Summary: Diner!AU. America has never pretended she can’t be hypocritical, but she’s also a hell of a lot better at subtlety than Teddy is. Which is why nobody’s plaguing her to ask out Weirdly Graceful Trust Fund Student.

Like Starbucks, But Bad (ao3) - colorblockhightops yelena/kate G, 15k

Summary: After Kate’s mom is arrested, Kate picks up a job in order to start a new chapter of independence. Kate picks up a job at the Peter Pan Donut & Pastry shop, where she becomes friends with MJ. MJ starts to look up to Kate as Kate encourages her to take a chance on the awkward boy who seems starstruck by her - while MJ has her fun teasing Kate about the cute blonde who comes in just to order a black coffee and heckle Kate.

OR

Yelena and Kate flirt in between shitty coffee and sugary donuts.

I See Her (ao3) - epeeblade maria/natasha E, 4k

Summary: Natasha Romanov has been working for SHIELD for six months. Maria Hill sees what no one else does.

oh baby, we got a good thing goin' (ao3) - questors (sieges) kate/america T, 3k

Summary: As far as first dates go, babysitting her de-aged friends isn’t exactly high on Kate’s list. But at least America is there.

oh how she rocks, in keds and tube socks (ao3) -askmeaboutmyoctopustheory wanda/shuri M, 7k

Summary: High school sucks when your dads are divorced and your twin brother doesn't seem to want to be your friend anymore and you're failing chemistry.

But your guidance counselor recommends a tutor. And your dad meets your guidance counselor.

Maybe things will turn around.

porcelain (ao3) - luckybxrnes wanda/natasha T, 26k

Summary: they meet on opposite sides of a battle.

Starbucks and Starkbucks (ao3) - Takara_Phoenix okoye/natasha T, 4k

Summary: The world was saved, Thanos defeated. With new, and old, heroes to take over, Natasha retires to live in Wakanda with Okoye, after years of a long-distance relationship. But Natasha has to deal with her survivor guilt and doesn't know how to handle retirement. As a distraction, she decides to play matchmaker for Bucky, who had returned to goat-herding, and Tony, who was there for his own recovery after the snap.

That Time When Natasha Took Darcy Out for Drinks (and Then Got Laid) (ao3) - chezamanda darcy/natasha E, 5k

Summary: Again, pretty self-explanatory. Darcy is getting pretty tired of being cooped up in S.H.I.E.L.D., so Natasha takes her out for some drinks, and then ladytouching.

The Eye of the Storm (ao3) - all_soul pepper/natasha G, 6k

Summary: Pepper Potts gets a new assistant. A very overqualified assistant that she is definitely not attracted to. Definitely.

The Perfect Girlfriend (ao3) - TheTruthAboutLove maria/natasha M, 63k

Summary: Maria's sister is getting married and her parents are trying to set her up with a date for the wedding. Natasha offers to go with her, instead, because what could possibly go wrong while pretending you're dating the best friend you're actually in love with? They're super spies, so they're exceptionally good at lying. Especially to themselves.

The Set Up (ao3) - sariane sharon/natasha T, 4k

Summary: “Oh my god,” Natasha said. “Steve’s trying to set me up with Sharon.”

Weekend Plans (ao3) - avesnongrata maria/natasha M, 43k

Summary: Maria Hill is looking forward to a quiet weekend alone, but a break-in at her apartment disrupts her plans.

We Must Make a Sense Here to Living (ao3) - phnelt carol/maria T, 11k

Summary: “I’m not just here for the easy stuff, Maria.” She sounded slightly reproachful, which, fair enough.

Co-parenting long distance is hard enough without having to pretend one of them is dead.

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #femslash #femslash masterlist #f/f #pepper potts #natasha romanoff #maria hill #wanda maximoff #darcy lewis

[annathesillyfriend]

Anna's August Fic Recs

Welcome to my August fic recommendations masterpost!! This has been quite a busy month for me but I'm holding onto last weeks of freedom. I am trying to read as much before uni starts and I had a pleasure of reading some brilliant fics this month. I am so excited to share them with you all! I hope your summer is going amazing and to those, who have just started classes - good luck!

To all the writers - I love you and I appreciate you so much!

To all the readers - please, share the fics you read and love. The reblog really makes the change! It’s the least we can do to show our gratitude.

HOLLAND & Co.

✨ Tom Holland

revenges is sweet by @t-lostinworlds

series, social media au, college!au, football player!tom, fake dating, idiots to lovers, all of our fave tropes, i am invested in this series more than i am in my own life, it's just that good

sunkissed by @duskholland

one-shot, 18+, surfer!tom x lifeguard!tom, exes to lovers, h's great mind at its finest 👏

souvenirs of the heart by @veryholland

one-shot, brought me to tears no joke, such a beutiful story, mila did such an amazing job!!

heartbreak girl by @lauras-collection

one-shot, 18+, lead singer!tom, based on 5SOS song, this is so goooood 😫😫 this story lives in my heart rent free right nextdoor to laura!!

act 1: scene 5 and 6 by @youandtom

one-shot, best friends to lovers, helping tom with learning lines, i loved this very much!

happier than ever by @vendettaparker

one-shot, tom being the great lad he is comes to save an awful date and we stan

the trial of the eldest holland by @reawritesthings

one-shot, ex!tom, welcome to the angst town! this is so deeply heartbreaking but so beautifully written!

lucky to be in love by @hollandsvogue

one-shot, rose is going staright for my silly little heart :')

slide in by @uglypastels

one-shot, frat!tom, i fall in love with this story time and time again

white winged dove by @muhollands

one-shot, 18+, conuntry!tom, insert country boy i love you vine here (also, i'd like to take this moment to kindly invite you all to go through d's whole masterlist cause it's brilliant. this mj blurb has sent me straight to hell but it's so worth it)

abide by @hazofmyheart

one-shot, 18+, mob!au, tom x reader x harrison, this made me feel some type of way 👁👄👁

getting ahead of ourselves by @/hazofmyheart

one-shot, 18+, college! lacrosse player!tom holland x tutor!reader, this is soft, this is cute, this is hot, this is everything! 12/10 would recommend

✨ Harrison Osterfield

little lune by @dovenymph

one-shot, celebrating your birthday with haz, made me want a refund for my birthday cause it's so lovely 🥺🥺

it will come back by @greenorangevioletgrass

one-shot, part of the rich kid!au series, 18+, richkid!haz x richkid!reader x actor!tom, there are no words in any language that would let me express how much i love ava and this au

✨ Harry Holland

wild side by @softholand

one-shot, 18+, best friends to lovers, that trope was made to be written about mister harry holland, i swear

lost in your light by @spider-barnes

one-shot, 18+, best friends to lovers, bloody lovely 💛

falling in love at a coffee shop by @/spider-barnes

one-shot, college!au, oh to fall in love with harry holland at a coffee shop 😫

hope is frightening thing by @peterplanet

one-shot, writer!reader x first da!harry, her book gets a film adaptation and harry is being is wonderful self 🥰

my forever by @unsaidholland

blurb, talking about your future with him, it's just 🥰🥰

circles by @farfromharry

one-shot, rich kid!au, enemies to lovers, so wonderful!

MARVEL

🎂 Suz's birthday fics

this total babe @samwilsons-pillowpecs gave us four beautiful gift on her birthday! we adore you, lovely 🥰 these stories are all wonderful anddeserve their own category 💛

you're the glitter in the dark

one-shot, 18+, mob!bucky

if i could touch you...

one-shot, 18+, boxer!steve

love you in a thousand ways

one-shot, 18+, ceo!sam

miss your kiss

one-shot, 18+, biker!thor

🎂@rodrikstark ’s 1.5k follower celebration!

collecion of headcanons with our favourite marvel boys as well as some other characters, i bloody love them all but my numer one has got to be joaquin teaching you spanish 😌

✨ Sam Wilson

book smart by @indyluckycharlie

one-shot, librarian!sam x PhD student!reader, such a warm and comfy little story by my dearest cate who i love very much 😌

he we go again by @/xbuchananbarnes

one-shot, idiots in love 🥰🥰

adventures in babysitting captain america and winter solider by @princessmisery666

one-shot, reader takes the boys to disneyland and it's just so amazing!

stay awhile by @lacapucharoja

one-shot, black!reader, a saturday morning with sam 😌😌

slow motion by @ambrosiase

one-shot, 18+, sam in baggy grey sweatpants and no underwear, need i say more?

✨ Steve Rogers

bullies, bullied by @anika-ann

one-shot, my main babe is blessing us with protective steve and i love her 🥰

there's a peace in dreaming by @babycap

one-shot, i don't have the words to tell you how stunning this story is, please go read it

✨ Bucky Barnes

timer by @xbuchananbarnes

series, soulmate!au based on the movie TiMER (2009). i could go on and on about how incredible that series is but with dani it's a given, sooo 🤷‍♀️

the kids will be alright by @imaginationintowords

series, social media au, lawyer!bucky x interior designer!reader, single dad!bucky, single mom!reader raising their kid together as friends, also reader x clark kent. honestly this is one of my fave social media aus of all time. and it's got a sequel is coming!!

quick fix by @ocean-bucky

one-shot, tfatws!bucky x ofc, vidra is the queen of ofc's, you simply can't not love her characters!

grant (part 2) by @coffeecatsandsarcasm

two-shot, bucky's in a relationship with a single mom with a little boy, it's so soft, i love this little family!

before sunset, i fell by @buckysbiota

one-shot, modern!au, when i get drunk i get myself cake, when reader got drunk, she got herself a husband. a very fine husband 😏

alcohol you later by @/xbuchananbarnes

one-shot, is it the 4th of dani's fics on this list? yes, she's just that powerful

three flags up by @starbuckie

one-shot, 18+, campcounselor!bucky x campcounselor!reader, best friends to lovers, buck being a cute little puppy in love and i adore him very much

and he kissed me right there by @sunmoonandbucky

one-shot, veteran!bucky, age gap, this is so full of feelings and it's gonna steal your heart!

lost and found by @sunshinebuckybarnes

two-shot, neighbour!bucky, alpine being the matchmaker of the year and we love that for her

hazy dreams and good mornings by @angrythingstarlight

one-shot, 18+, firefighter!bucky, i think that's enough encouragement to read this gem 😏

✨ Joaquin Torres

red by @remmysbounty

one-shot, a truly exceptional story!!

hold my words, keep us together by @/xbuchananbarnes

one-shot, soulmate!au, just simply stunning!

✨Peter Parker

love lies by @rosyparkers

series, social media au, y/n is silk but peter doesn't know it, peter is spiderman but y/n doesn't know it, sarah is the brightest star in the universe and everyone knows it

sunset lovers by @duskholland

one-shot, college! au, soulmate!au where what your soulmate writes on their skin, appears on yours. i don't think i have to tell you that eveything written by h, my beloved is pure gold. the softest thing!

always waiting (for you to come home) by @peterbenjiparker

one-shot, reader comes to peter cause she needs him to patch her up after patrol, it's so funny and sweet and i just love it so much, m is the bestest!!

perfectly a little late by @/t-lostinworlds

one-shot, college!au, reader forgets about peter's birthday. or does she 👀 please, give a round of applause for this wonderful writer who's been feeding us so well this month 👏👏

this fic by @peeterparkr

one-shot, last kiss with peter :') nancy knows all the most beautiful ways to break someone's heart

the plan by @spideyyeet

series, aveneger!reader, reader likes peter, peter likes mj, mysterio shows up, lots of angsty things happen. it's so bloody good, my mates, go read it!!

burning red by @spideyspeaches

one-shot, avenger!reader who who describes people's personalities as colors, it's just a stunning story with wonderful writing and i love it!!

this fic by @mcumendes

blurb, peter brings y/n flowers and is very very adorable!!

kiss me more by @celestialholland

one-shot, first make out with peter and i'm just 😫😫 in love

the reveal by @cloudybarnes

one-shot, best friends!reader where she finds out about him being spiderman, so lovely!!

always by @ptersmj

one-shot, an absolutely adorable best friends to lovers moment

red-handed by @/vendettaparker

one-shot, stark!reader, morgan interrupts y/n and peter's alone time 😏😂

OTHERS

✨ Spencer Reid

as told by flowers by @reidingmelodies

one-shot, story about the progress of the relationship with spencer told by flowers (duh 😂), it's just wonderful!!

✨ Frank Adler

thnks fr th mmrs by @wiypt-writes

one-shot, 18+, reader goes to frank the night before his wedding, i love this with everything i have

will you hold on my love by @writerwrites

one-shot, don't come anywhere near this piece without tissues!!

✨ Ransom Drysdale

undercover boss by @chase-your-dreams-away

series, reader's working at drysdales' company and hooks up with ransom not knowing who he is. this series is so bloody good! i love the reader in here so much!!

a/n: if you catch some kind of mistake or if you see that i miscredited someone - please let me know so i can change that!

#anna's fic recs #august fic recs #fic recs #marvel fic recs #tom holland x reader #harrison osterfield x reader #harry holland x reader #sam wilson x reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader

[baepsaesbae]

Babysitters Club

Pairing— Kim Taehyung x reader    

Genre— SMUT, fluff, babysitting au, strangers to lovers au

Warnings— Dom!Taehyung, roleplaying, face fucking, oral sex (m and f), bondage, explicit rough unprotected sex please stay safe irl, squirting, choking, hickies, a surprise cameo from Spring Will Come Again!Jungkook because I have no self control

Word Count— ~7.6k  

Summary— A generic summer job hunt leads you to babysit rowdy (but still cute) kids alongside the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. What shenanigans will you get into with Taehyung by your side?

A/N— HUGE shoutout to the lovely @kimtaehyunq​​ for making this beautiful banner for me! This was literally the Taehyung I had in mind while writing this uwu. This fic is the epitome of self indulgence but I truly hope you guys like it too! Please let me know what you think! My askbox/inbox is always open, don’t be afraid to come chat with me. Love you all, hope you guys are safe <3

Crumpled up newspapers littered the floor as another ball was apathetically tossed aside. A sigh of defeat escaped your lips as you looked up at the ceiling in desperation.

“Still at it with the job hunt, huh?” your roommate, Hyuna, said when she saw your mess, “I told you to search online. Or try to get a job at a cafe or a boba shop or something.”

“Easy jobs online seem sketchy, and I told you I don’t want to work in the food industry ever again,” you groaned.

“But you’d rather...be a babysitter?” she questioned as she held up an ad, “Wait you could get paid up to $15 an hour? That’s pretty good.”

“I didn’t see that one. Is it an agency or something?”

“Not sure, take a look,” she handed you the paper.

“Oh, it seems like it’s a daycare run out of someone’s house. They’re looking for multiple applicants. You wanna do it with me?! I think it could be fun!” you ask excitedly.

“And spend most of my summer vacation with a bunch of snot nosed brats? I don’t think so. You have fun though!” she blew you a kiss as she walked away.

You whipped your phone out and immediately called the number in the ad. This job was the only one that seemed bearable, and you thought kids were cute for the most part. You’ve had a few babysitting gigs in the past so this shouldn’t be too bad.

“Hello?” a deep voice answered the call.

“Hi, I saw your ad in the paper! I was wondering if there was still a babysitting position open?” you inquired.

“Oh yes! Yeah there’s still a spot open. Um, can you give me a sec?” the man said quickly as you heard wailing kids in the background. After two minutes or so he returned to the phone.

“I’m terribly sorry about that. You don’t have a criminal background or anything right? Gosh, I’m sure this sounds unprofessional but--”

“Nope, I don’t have any charges or anything like that. Should I call back later?” you offered since it seemed like the man was a little preoccupied.

“It’s like this all the time. Why don’t we do a practice run tomorrow? Oh! I mean, whenever you’re available to start. Or technically have an interview? I guess? Hey, don’t put that in your mouth!” the man chastised at someone in the distance.

“I can come in tomorrow!” you said.

“Great! Just use the address in the same ad you got this number from! Oh, and please get here by 9am! See you soon!” the man hung up abruptly.

“That was chaotic…” you said to yourself.

A moment later your phone began to ring. It was from the babysitting guy.

“Hello?” you answered.

“I realized I never got your name! I promise I’m not always this frazzled,” he laughed as rambunctious laughter erupted behind him.

“Oh, I’m ______,” you gave him your first and last name.

“Cool. See you tomorrow Miss ____!” he said before hanging up again.

You were actually excited to babysit. It had been a while since you had done it, and playing with kids was usually fun. Then again, you’ve never had a bad experience with babysitting before. You prayed that this gig would continue the positive trend.

Donning shorts and a simple Mickey Mouse t-shirt, (you figured some kid was bound to like the mousey character) it was time to head off to your potential workplace. The babysitting place was actually fairly close to you, only about a 10 minute drive. It was 8:55am by the time you arrived. A couple of parents walked past your car to drop off their kids. All of the kids seemed to be pretty excited to enter the house, which was definitely a good sign.

You gently knocked on the door at exactly 9am. There was no response as you awkwardly waited for about a minute or so. All you could hear was shrill laughter and thumps that you presumed was the kids running about. You realized there was a doorbell, and sighed at your foolishness.

The door opened seconds after you rang the doorbell. A tall man with dark hair greeted you with a warm smile. You were taken aback by the handsome guy, suddenly questioning whether you were at the right place or not until a child popped up from behind his shoulder and yelled out a loud “Boo!” that caused you to jump.

“Ah, sorry about that! This one is always trying to play pranks,” the man laughed as he playfully jostled the child that was latched onto his back, “You must be ______?”

“That’s me!” you say with a little too much enthusiasm.

“Cool. C’mon in, I’ll introduce you to the kids,” the man led you inside.

The living room was littered with toys, from cars to building blocks to barbies. This place was definitely a kid’s happy place. Four little kids were playing with various things when you walked in. All of the kids there seemed to be between the ages of 4 to 6. At a glance, it seemed like they were all playing house. It took you a few seconds to realize that one of the kids was actually playing by herself; she was just physically close to the other kids.

“Everyone! This is our newest helper! Her name is Miss ____. Let’s all play nicely with her okay?” the man announced.

The kids playing house immediately stopped what they were doing and rushed to you. Two boys began asking you questions in a rapid fire succession, while the little girl merely clung to your leg.

“Those two are Kota and Bel,” the man pointed to the two boys, “The little girl stuck to you like glue is Ava, and the one playing over there is Lucy,” he continued to name each child.

“AND I’M SAM!!” the last boy exclaimed over the man’s shoulder.

“Yes, this troublemaker here is Sam. That’s basically the whole gang! We could get a few more additions as the summer goes on, but these guys are the OG crew. They’re all really sweet kids, once you get to know them. Any questions so far?” your employer asked.

“I don’t think I ever caught your name, sir,” you say politely.

“Oh! No need to call me sir. I think we’re probably around the same age? Not that I’m assuming your age or anything but--”

“He’s my horsey!” Sam interrupted.

“No, he’s the chef!” Kota yelled.

“No, he’s our dad who’s not our dad,” Lucy chimed in.

“My mom told me he was a babysitter?” Bel added, now visibly confused.

“I am all of those things,” the man reassured the children, “But my name is Taehyung. The kids call me Tae or Mr. insert whatever title I have in the game we are playing on that day. Pleasure to meet ya,” Tae extends a hand out to you, “Let’s see how your first day goes.”

The first few hours consisted of a rather intricate game of pretend set up in a fantasy world. You played a princess who was captured by an evil dragon, who was played by Taehyung (you couldn’t help but think about how you wouldn’t mind being his hostage).

The boys were valiant knights on their quest to rescue you. The girls played different creatures that aided the knights as fairies or unicorns or any other things they wanted to be. Most of the game consisted of you and Taehyung sitting together in a corner of the living room. Even though you didn’t have to do anything, it was fun watching the kids play. Their imagination amused you.

“Enjoying yourself, princess?” Taehyung asked as he also watched the children run around.

His deep voice sent chills down your spine. Something about the way the word “princess” rolled off his tongue was so enchanting. You cleared your throat before answering.

“This job has been pretty fun so far, Mr. Evil Dragon,” you smile.

“Hey! I’m not evil, just misunderstood,” he protested.

“Oh no! The dragon is about to eat the princess!” one of the boys cried out.

“What? No, I’m not going to eat her,” Taehyung said defensively.

“You need to pretend to eat the princess so that the knights save her,” Lucy, the quiet one, scuttled over to whisper to the both of you before hurrying back to her spot.

Taehyung turned towards you to appease the kids as they held their breath in anticipation.

“Rawr! I’m going to eat you!” he said in a deep voice.

“Oh no! Somebody save me!” you cried out, playing along.

A few moments passed but none of the kids moved. You both turned your heads towards them in confusion. They stared back at you blankly.

“You need to bite her!” Sam demanded.

“What?” you and Tae said in unison.

“Bite her! Bite her! Bite her!” the boys started to chant.

“But not too hard!” Ava expressed her worry for you, making you smile.

“I…uh…” Taehyung was at a loss for words.

“They’re not gonna stop, are they?” you whispered to him.

He nodded with a sigh as their chanting got louder. You offered him your arm. Kids can be crazy stubborn over silly things. Besides, you’ve done worse for less (college is crazy).

Taehyung shot you an “are you sure about this?” look, to which you just nodded. Once he got the okay, Taehyung grabbed your arm and pulled you harshly, causing your face to be a mere inches away from his.

“Fools! You think you can save the princess? I will devour her before your very eyes!” Taehyung declared with an even deeper voice. He opened his mouth menacingly, as if to show off his fangs. Then, he proceeded to bite your bicep. To be honest, he was being so forceful that you thought he was going to bite you for real, causing you to involuntarily close your eyes.

Instead, he gingerly placed his teeth on your skin so lightly that you could barely feel anything. You opened your eyes to see Taehyung grinning at you with your arm in his mouth.

“Aaaaggghhh GET HIM!!” Sam yelled, leading the other boys straight into Taehyung.

Taehyung quickly let go of you before he rolled out onto the floor. The boys began to pummel Taehyung with their foam swords and pretend bows and arrows. The girls came to your aid to help you escape during the battle.

The little boys triumphantly stood over their defeated babysitter who pretended to be passed out on the floor. You applauded their victory as the girls sat by your side.

“Okay! Good game, it’s almost lunchtime,” Taehyung announced as he quickly popped back up.

“Chef Tae makes the best mac and cheese!” Ava informed you excitedly.

“I wanted dino nuggies!” Sam puffed out his cheeks in disappointment.

“Sam, you know it’s Ava’s day to pick out lunch. It’ll be your turn tomorrow okay? I promise! You guys can stay here and play with Miss ____ till food is ready,” Tae called out as he walked to the kitchen. Lucy silently followed Tae.

“Lucy likes to help out in the kitchen a lot. She sets the table,” Ava explained when she saw you watching Lucy.

“You’re good at being a princess!” Kota butted in as he ran to hug your leg.

“I like your shirt! I like Mickey Mouse too. I saw him in DisneyWorld last year,” Bel said as he clung to your other leg.

The kids took turns holding onto your legs as you tried to walk around. Apparently the thought of making you tumble over was an exciting one, and that kept the kids busy until Taehyung called for everyone.

Five little bowls of mac and cheese were set up on the dining table. The kids took their seats as Taehyung handed out juice boxes. He positioned himself by your side as the little ones began to chow down.

“I normally just eat the rest out of the pot, but since you’re here I can get you a bowl. Sorry about biting you earlier, the kids really like it when I get serious about my roles,” Taehyung chuckled as he scooped out your portion.

“It’s no problem, you’re a great actor. Thank you,” you say politely as he handed you a bowl.

Lunch was spent making small talk with Taehyung. He was a newly graduated college student trying to make extra money before starting a real job hunt.Taehyung had been running this makeshift daycare since he was a senior in highschool.

“Summers are always fun with them,” Taehyung said while smiling fondly at the kids, “How has it been so far?” he asked.

“I’ve been having a good time. The kids are all really sweet! They have so much energy,” you answer.

“They do indeed, which is why playtime is so important in the morning! It makes what comes next easier,” he winked at you before collecting the empty bowls, “Okay kiddos! Who’s ready for nap time?”

Lucy quietly raised her hand while the boys groaned. You figured it would be hard to get those active boys to settle down, let alone to take a nap. You helped Taehyung set up blankets and pillows in the game room. The kids made a beeline to their designated blankets without a fuss.

“Do you sing, Miss _____?” Taehyung asked out of the blue.

“Um, not really?” you say hesitantly.

“Ah, I see. No worries. Everybody ready?” he said.

“Yes!” all the kids replied.

“Alrighty. Do you have any song requests, Miss ____?”

You thought about which songs would make for a decent lullaby, “Do you know Adore You by Harry Styles?”

“I’ll have to look up the lyrics but yeah I like that song! I like his whole album actually,” Taehyung nodded as he pulled out his phone and took a deep breath, “Walk in your rainbow paradise~”

You were shocked by his vocal talent. His voice control was superb and the quality of his voice was downright euphoric. Even though Taehyung’s voice is deeper than Harry Styles’, his range was incredible. He was still able to go as high as Harry without any trouble. All the kids had fallen sound asleep by the time he finished the song.

“This is when I typically have about an hour of free time,” he said after quietly leading you back into the kitchen.

“You have such a beautiful voice! Do you sing to them every day?” you praised him.

“Thanks! Yeah, I sing to them every day. They used to get duets actually,” Taehyung sighed.

“Did you have another coworker before?” you asked.

“Yep. My best friend actually. He’s my roommate too, but he landed an internship this summer so he couldn’t be here. I’m very proud of him! But usually this is a job for two people so I decided to put that ad out. I’m happy you came out! The kids seem to like you,” Taehyung gave you a thumbs up.

“I hope so! Lucy might be scared of me though,” you recalled the way she mostly avoided you all morning.

“Nah, she’s just really shy. She told me that she thought you were really pretty though, so that’s a good sign!” he tried to reassure you.

“I guess it must be true then. Kids are brutally honest,” you smiled.

“She definitely wasn’t lying,” Taehyung smiled back at you.

You had to look away awkwardly to hide your blushed cheeks. There’s no way you could handle a direct smile from this guy. How was it possible for someone to be that handsome without even trying?!

“So what happens after naptime?” you quickly asked to change the subject.

“Basically more playing until their parents come. It honestly just depends on what the kids wanna do. We can play inside, in the backyard, and sometimes we go to the park,” Taehyung answered with an amused smile, “Let’s use this free time to conduct a more formal interview, shall we?”

Taehyung then asked you a series of questions about your summer schedule, if you’re willing to work every day of the week, how you feel about the kids, along with other things. You answered truthfully and kept up a professional demeanor. Taehyung seemed to be satisfied with your answers and leaned back in his chair.

“That all works for me! The people who really need to approve of you are the parents. I’ll introduce you to them later this afternoon. I’m sure they’ll all be fine once I vouch for you,” he nodded.

Soft giggles caught your attention. Taehyung signaled that break time was now over and led the way back to the living room. Kota and Bel were wrestling each other while the others threw pillows at them.  

“Did everyone have a good nap?” Taehyung sing songed.

“Yes!” they replied.

“Can we play house now?” Ava asked.

“Yeah! Miss ____ can be the mommy now!” Sam bounced up in excitement, “Our last mommy used to be a boy.”

“Jimin was a great mommy and I’m sure he misses you all dearly. Jimin is my roommate/best friend/ex-cobabysitter,” Taehyung explained.

The game of house was more hands on from your end. The kids demanded you to carry them and read them stories like a real mommy would. It was mainly the girls who wanted to play with you, while the boys took turns wrestling with Tae or riding on his back. You were braiding Lucy’s hair when the doorbell rang.

“Kota! Your mom is here!” Taehyung called from the front.

All the kids trickled out one by one as their parents arrived. Taehyung introduced you to each parent; their reactions were all positive, especially when their kids raved about you being the new Jimin.

“If she’s anything like Jimin, then I have nothing to worry about. I trust your judgement, Taehyung,” one of the sterner looking parents said (Sam’s father to be exact).

“Congrats! You got the job,” Taehyung congratulated you once all of the children were picked up, “We get paid on Fridays. I’ll basically just split what we earn 50/50, cool?”

“That’s fine by me! I’m looking forward to working with you,” you bow graciously.

“Ah! No need to be so formal. We’re partners now! I’m not your boss or anything,” Taehyung gave you a friendly pat on the shoulder, “See you tomorrow!”

Summer was about to get rather eventful. All of the children warmed up to you surprisngly quickly, even timid Lucy (who had arguably grown the most fond of you). As the days went on, you couldn’t help but admire Taehyung’s kindness and patience when it came to the kids. From firm to understanding, he was everything a caregiver should be. He handled spats between kids with ease, often by making them forgive each other then laugh at some silly joke of his.

One afternoon, the kids voted to watch a Disney movie. All seven of you curled up on the couch together with you and Taehyung in the middle. Lucy sat in your lap while Bel sat in Taehyung’s. Halfway through the movie, Taehyung fell asleep. The kids didn’t notice since they were so engrossed in the movie. You however, DID notice. Mostly because he rolled his sleepy head onto your shoulder.

Your heartbeat quickened as you slowly turned to take a peek at the handsome man sleeping beside you. He looked angelic, and you realized that he smelled pleasant too. He had a sweet scent that was uncharacteristic for a young man. You took a deep breath and pretended not to notice him. He didn’t wake up until the doorbell rang near the end of the movie.

He seemed to be confused and perhaps even slightly flustered when he lifted his head from your shoulder, but quickly shrugged it off to go answer the door. The incident (and the drool on your shoulder) was never mentioned.

It had been a month since you started babysitting with Taehyung, and it honestly had been a lot more fun than you expected. The kids are wonderful silly little beings and Taehyung is...well...Taehyung.

You were cleaning up the living room on a late Friday afternoon after all the kids had been picked up. Taehyung was somewhere splitting up the week’s paycheck. Once all the toys were back in their respective bins, it was time to gather your stuff and go.

“Great work this week,” Taehyung commended as he handed you your cut.

“Thanks! Same to you as always. I’ll see you on Monday,” you wave as you open the front door.

“Actually um--” Taehyung cleared his throat.

“Yes?” you whipped around with almost too much eagerness.

“My friend is part of an art gallery showing tomorrow night and I was wondering if you’d like to go with me? I heard there will be drinks and finger foods…” Taehyung trailed off, presumably due to imagining what kind of snacks will be served.

“I’d love to! I’m not an expert on art or anything, but it sounds cool,” you smile.

“No worries, I’m no expert either. I’m just a guy who appreciates neat expressions of creativity,” he nodded humbly, “I can pick you up at your place, if you’d like.”

“Sure, I’ll text you my address. Oh uh, what’s the dress code like? I don’t really attend these things,” you ask shyly.

“I’d say a step down from formal? Like no t-shirts or jeans. Pretend like you’re going on a date to some restaurant that isn’t a michelin star but is still classier than Olive Garden,” Taehyung tried to explain.

“I’ll do my best,” you smile at his peculiar way of describing the appropriate attire.

A smile never left your face as you drove home. A chance to hangout with Taehyung one on one without any kids around? All of his attention will be on you? Yes please. You love the kids and all, but you finally have a real chance to get closer to Taehyung. To be honest, you might have the teensiest little crush on him, but who could blame you?

The next day was spent preparing for your night out with Taehyung. It probably wasn’t a date (90% sure it’s not), but you wanted to look irresistible anyway. You put on a purple dress with flowy sleeves that made you feel like a princess. It was on the dressier side, but being slightly overdressed never hurt anyone.

You usually only had time to slap on mascara and a lip tint in the mornings before babysitting, but now you had abundant time to play around with your makeup. You settled for a soft yet glamorous look with shimmery eyeshadow and eyeliner. Sparkly lip gloss tied the whole look together and made your lips look tempting (or so you hoped). You decided to leave your hair alone since you were having a miraculously good hair day.

“Wow are you sure this isn’t a date?” Hyuna whistled when she walked into your room.

“It’s not! This is just the first time Taehyung will see me actually trying to look good,” you say defensively.

“You’re cute even in ratty t-shirts, but I get what you mean. Have fun tonight!” your roommate gave you a tight hug.

A strong knock on your front door indicated Taehyung’s arrival. Hyuna tagged along as you went to answer the door; she wanted to see the guy you’ve been gushing over for the past month for herself.

Your mouth hung open in shock for a split second when you opened the door. Taehyung also dressed up. He was wearing a bright sunflower shirt paired with a black blazer that perfectly combined fun with sophistication. He wore a red silky bandana looking belt for an added pop of color with his black pants.

“Hey Taehyung!” you greet him happily.

“Good evening, Miss ____. You look spectacular!” he complimented you immediately.

“So do you! It’s funny seeing you not in a t-shirt, though I’m sure you’re thinking the same thing,” you say.

“You’re charming even in your graphic tees, but this is a nice change of pace too,” Taehyung agreed.

“Hi! I’m Hyuna, ____’s roommate,” Hyuna butted in to shake his hand.

“Hi, I’m Taehyung, ____’s babysitting partner,” he introduced himself.

“We should get going,” you say politely before Hyuna could start to get chatty.

Hyuna mouthed an exaggerated “oh my god” coupled with a double thumbs up as you waved goodbye after Taehyung was already out the door. You playfully rolled your eyes but blew her a kiss anyway.

“I didn’t realize you lived so close to me,” Taehyung said as he pulled away from the curb.

“Yeah, it made the job even more appealing,” you nodded.

“I really am glad that you applied,” Taehyung said softly, as if to himself.

“Sorry, what was that?” you couldn’t hear him properly.

“Nothing! I said I’m glad you agreed to accompany me tonight!” Taehyung quickly stated.

“Thanks for inviting me out! I’m actually pretty excited,” you admitted.

The gallery was somewhere in the swanky part of downtown. You gazed out of the window at all of the high end stores Taehyung drove by. Everyone walking around the stores looked like supermodels, which was actually pretty intimidating. What if the people at the gallery looked like that too?

“We’re here!” Taehyung announced, interrupting your thoughts.

There was a decent amount of people wandering around the venue when you both entered. It was basically one big dimly lit room with spotlights on pieces scattered around on the walls plus some sculptures in the middle. Thankfully, the patrons already inside looked like normal people, most of them probably students like you.

“Taehyung!” someone called from the side of the room.

You both made your way towards the voice, only to find a man who was just as handsome as Taehyung greeting you with a bunny like smile. He had long hair that almost covered up his assorted dangly earrings. He definitely had art student vibes mixed with a dash of bad boy. The boys greeted each other with a ferocious hug, indicating that they’re probably good friends.

“Oh! What’s up, I’m Jungkook,” the boy shook your hand once he noticed you.

“She’s my babysitting partner this summer,” Taehyung said proudly.

“She’s replacing Jimin huh?” Jungkook laughed, “Taehyung and Jimin are like my brothers. We were all pretty close in college and are batchmates, even though I’m younger than them,” he stuck his tongue out at Taehyung.

“Yeah yeah okay whatever. Skipping grades in elementary school and bringing in a ton of transfer credits will help you do that I guess,” Taehyung shook his head even though he was still smiling.

“Are these your pictures?” you asked Jungkook, motioning to the mounted pictures behind him.

“Yeah! I took most of these in Madrid, I’ve been working abroad for my dream company,” Jungkook answered you proudly.

“Who’s this?” Taehyung pointed to a picture of a girl laughing by a giant tree.

“Yeah, she’s gorgeous!” you added.

“She’s um...a good friend. She was the perfect model,” Jungook said with a faraway look in his eyes that told you there was more to the story.

“Tell me more about her on our next phone call. Tonight is for celebrating you!” Taehyung picked up on Jungkook’s sudden change of tone.

You enjoyed listening to their old college stories as the boys reminisced about their past together. Jungkook relished telling you all of Taehyung’s embarrassing moments at various parties. Taehyung returned the favor by recalling Jungkook’s past run-ins with women. Despite his natural charm and god like looks, apparently Jungkook gets really nervous around girls.

You and Taehyung were on your own once Jungkook was flagged down by an older patron interested in purchasing some of his work. Taehyung stayed close to your side as you explored the rest of the gallery. Each artist was so incredibly talented as their pictures told  stories with just a single frame.

“____ look! They have those fancy charcuterie boards!” Taehyung grabbed your hand and excitedly dragged you over to the snack table. You couldn’t help but smile at his childlike elation.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’ve been getting tired of being force fed fruit snacks every day,” you laughed as you ate the assorted appetizers.

“I completely understand. Unfortunately, the kids are too sweet when they want to share. I don’t have it in me to turn them down,” Taehyung agreed.

Once the food was eaten, you resumed walking through the gallery. It was fun making up stories to go with each picture. Taehyung seemed to gravitate towards adding a romantic twist to each story, while you opted for a bit of mystery. At the end of the event, Taehyung met up with Jungkook once more to say his goodbyes.

“Thanks again for coming with me, I had fun! I hope you enjoyed yourself,” Taehyung said as he drove you back.

“It was really neat! I liked hanging out with you outside of work,” you nodded.

“Would you say it was a successful date then?” Taehyung raised an eyebrow with curiosity. Your heart skipped a beat as your eyes widened with surprise.

“Was...was this a date?” you asked quietly.

“Did you want it to be?” Taehyung teased.

“I wouldn’t have gotten so dressed up otherwise,” you said defensively, taken aback by his sudden cheekiness.

“I realized I should’ve clarified that after you had already left. My bad,” Taehyung shot you a boxy grin, “But then I figured maybe you would be more relaxed if I didn’t mention it.”

“That’s odd logic, but I guess it worked,” you admitted begrudgingly.

Taehyung walked you back up to your house. He sweetly kissed your cheek and bid you goodnight, leaving you frozen in place.

“S-see you on Monday!” was all you were able to stammer out, to which Taehyung just smiled and waved back.

Hyuna happily freaked out with you once you were back inside. She was watching you from the moment Taehyung pulled back up. She shrieked with excitement once you told her that Taehyung confirmed that it was a date. Hyuna didn’t let up with grilling questions about how your night went. She even asked if the Jungkook guy you met was single, to which you truthfully answered that you didn’t know.

“Besides, he told me himself that he’s scared of girls. You’re scary enough as is,” you teased her.

“Oh shut up. So is Taehyung like, your boyfriend now?” Hyuna asked the million dollar question.

“I don’t think so. I think it was just a date, but that’s a good start!” you declared optimistically.

Babysitting on Monday went on like normal. Taehyung didn’t act any differently, which was both concerning and relieving. You were in the backyard pretending to eat whatever dirt concoction the little kids were serving you.

“This one is for you,” Lucy quietly offered Taehyung a clump of dirt sprinkled with blades of grass, topped with a dandelion.

“Oh, how pretty! What is it?” Taehyung played along.

“It’s a love potion. The next person you hug will fall in love with you,” Lucy smiled.

A smirk crept on Taehyung’s face as he pretended to eat Lucy’s love potion. He made a satisfied “Ahh” sound that made Lucy giggle.

“Tae has to hug me now! He loves me the most!” Sam yelled as he ran over to latch onto Taehyung.

“No, Tae loves me!” Bel argued as he pulled on Taehyung’s shirt.

“That’s not how it works!” Lucy huffed as she yelled at the boys.

You watched with delight as the little kids chased Taehyung around the backyard, demanding that he has to hug them. It was easy for him to juke them out as they constantly ran back and forth. You were content with just watching them until Taehyung began to make a beeline for you.

“Oh no no no,” you cried as you got up to run.

Taehyung (and the kids) chased you around for a little bit. The backyard was on the smaller side, so there wasn’t much space to evade all of them coming for you at once. To make matters worse, Taehyung actually started to try and catch you. His speed was no joke; he was much more agile than you gave him credit for.

With one pounce, Taehyung tackled you to the ground. Somehow he managed to whip himself around while you were falling, so you ended up falling on him. Now wrapped up in his arms, Taehyung smiled up at you with a shit eating grin.

“I guess you have to fall in love with me now,” he smirked.

“You wish,” you laughed as you pulled yourself up.

“Aw now he loves Miss _____,” Sam pouted.

“No, now Miss ____ has to fall in love with Tae,” Ava corrected him.

“That’s dumb,” Kota shook his head.

“Tae! Kota said a bad word!” Bel immediately tattled.

“Kota, remember what I said about bad words. No one wants to play with someone who says mean things,” Taehyung chided him.

“Sorry,” Kota mumbled.

“Let’s play go play inside. Who wants juice?” Taehyung patted Kota’s head.

The kids followed Taehyung inside like little ducklings. You loved that sight, you always thought it was the cutest thing. The rest of the day went by without a hitch.

The topic of favorite movies came up during lunchtime the next day.

“I like Frozen 2,” Ava stated, and Lucy nodded furiously in agreement.

“Detective Pikachu was better. Pikachu is funny,” Sam interjected. The other little boys then began to argue about which pokemon was better/stronger.

“I’m not really a big movie watcher,” Taehyung confessed as he took a bite of a dino chicken nugget.

“Have you at least seen the classics? Harry Potter? Lord of the Rings? Star Wars?” you listed with concern.

“I’ve seen Harry Potter and Star Wars. I think I saw the Lord of the Rings? I can’t really remember. I know I wanted to watch the newer Lord of the Rings movies,” he chuckled at your growing disbelief.

“Newer Lord of the Rings? You mean the Hobbit series?” you were disgruntled.

“Yeah those. I didn’t realize you were a nerd,” he nudged you.

“What of it? All of those are great movies. I have copies of the Hobbit series if you ever wanted to watch them,” you offered.

“Do you wanna watch them with me?” he perked up.

“Sure, I love them! You wanna do a marathon? It’ll take up a full day though,” you warned.

“I’m down. Are you free this Sunday?”

“I believe so.”

“Great! I’m excited to see you geek out over hobbits. Okay kids, naptime!”

You drove up to Taehyung’s place Sunday morning, you weren’t kidding when you said it would take all day. Taehyung said to dress comfortably so you showed up in your sweatpants and oversized college tee. He answered the door wearing gray sweatpants and his favorite CELINE shirt. His dark fluffy hair fell over his forehead and was almost long enough to cover his eyes.

“Good morning! I hope you’re hungry. I made some waffles to eat while we watch the first movie,” he greeted you.

His humble abode smelled heavenly as the scent of dough tinged with a hint of cinnamon wafted through the air. The soft belgian waffles were delicious as they practically melted in your mouth. Taehyung asked a ton of questions with nearly every scene, but you didn’t mind. You were happy to flex your knowledge of Tolkien lore.

Hours later, you found yourself cuddled up with Taehyung as the final credits of the Battle of Five Armies began to roll. Taehyung was still trying to process everything that happened as he asked you clarifying questions about each character.

“Well crap, now I’m sad,” he pouted.

“Yeah, the ending is kind of a downer, but that’s what makes it so good! The Lord of the Rings has a happy ending if that makes you feel better,” you look up at him from his chest.

“You look cute like that,” he observed.

“Like what? Tiny from your angle?” you tilted your head.

“I guess so? Tiny, maybe submissive,” Taehyung’s voice lowered with his suggestion.

“Submissive? Is that how you see me?” you sit back up completely with defiance.

“Not at all. You’re pretty feisty, which is why making you be submissive is even more alluring,” he raised his eyebrow in a suggestive manner.

“Do you want me to be a damsel in distress for you? Not happening,” you smirked.

“Pretty princesses are good for one thing,” Taehyung hopped off the couch.

Before you could say anything, he promptly grabbed you and swung you over his shoulder. You were too shocked by his boldness and physical abilities to retaliate.

“They’re perfect for kidnapping!” he let out a dramatic evil laugh as he carried you off to his bedroom.

Once there, he roughly threw you on the bed. You couldn’t help but look around curiously since this was the first time you’ve ever seen his room. It was surprisingly neat; his bed was made and there were no messy clothing piles in sight.

“Are you an evil dragon then? Capturing princesses and such?” you teased.

“Evil dragon, dashing captor, I can be anything you want me to be. Just please not an orc,” he let out a chuckle before getting back into character, “Just know that you’re trapped here with me. No one is going to rescue you.”

“Oh no! What a terrible situation to be in! What on Earth is this extremely handsome dragon going to do with a poor defenseless princess like me?” you taunted.

“Ok this is all very hot but before we go any further, are you okay with this?” Taehyung asked sincerely.

“I can’t think of anything that I’ve wanted more,” you nodded.

“Perfect. Safe word is red,” he winked at you, “Now strip for me, princess.”

“And if I don’t?” you challenged.

Taehyung grabbed a fistful of hair on the back of your head and forcefully brought you up to his face, “I suggest not making me angry,” he sneered.

You didn’t think you were one for being manhandled, but god damn that was hot. There was already a tingle between your legs and he hadn’t even really touched you yet. You complied with his request, and quickly tore off your shirt and pants. Though you weren’t wearing any fancy lingerie, you were wearing a gray bra and gray panties that could pass off as matching.

“Mmm what a pretty treasure. It would be a shame to let it gounappreciated,” Taehyung stretched out that last word as he gently ran his fingers from your torso up to your neck before firmly grasping it.

Taehyung straddled you as his long fingers were wrapped around your neck. Slowly, he leaned down to kiss you. Though apprehensive at first, he gradually got more bold with it. His tongue dipped into your mouth the instant your lips parted. His other hand crept under your bra to fondle your breast.

“You take your clothes off too,” you said as soon as the kiss broke.

“You don’t get to make any demands, silly princess,” Taehyung shook his head.

You pouted and reached out to tug at his pants anyway. Big mistake. Taehyung slapped your hand away and slammed you back onto the bed.

“You don’t listen, huh? I’ll have to do something about that. Stay still or else you’ll make things worse for yourself,” he ordered.

You reluctantly obeyed, partly because you were curious about what he was going to do, and partly because you were actually intimidated by him. He returned back to the bed a few seconds later, but with a familiar silky red belt in hand.

“Give me your hands. Good girl,” he smiled deviously as he bound them together, “Remember the safe word is red, okay?” he gently reminded you.

He looked down at you with a satisfied grin as he began to take off his sweatpants. He had an obvious bulge in his underwear that outlined his massive dick. You were further entranced by his physique when he took off his shirt. He wasn’t ripped, but he was still fit, as you could plainly see when his chest was finally revealed.

“Open wide, princess,” he demanded.

You opened your mouth, and even flattened your tongue out a little bit for him. He pulled his cock out of his underwear, finally exposing his full length. You doubted you could fit even half of him in your mouth, but at this point it wasn’t up to you.

Taehyung lowered himself down to you, and teasingly tapped the tip of his cock on your tongue. He slowly eased himself into your mouth, forcing you to open your mouth even wider to account for his girth. He made his way back out once you gagged. He grabbed your head to hold you steady as he fucked your mouth once more. He got closer and closer to the back of your throat until he finally hit it. All you could focus on was breathing as tears welled up in your eyes. Taehyung thrusted a couple more times before he pulled out completely.

“Good girl indeed. Well done, princess,” he softly stroked your chin before wiping your tears away. All you could do was smile meekly back at him.

“Don’t worry, it’s time for your reward,” Taehyung smiled down at you as his hand slipped under your panties, “Oh you’re so wet. I can’t wait to taste you.”

He positioned himself between your thighs after he tore off your panties. His thumb fiddled with your clit, causing you to squirm. He placed a strong grip on your thigh to hold you down as he circled your clit faster. Your helpless whimpers were music to Taehyung’s ears.

Without warning, he easily stuck two fingers into you. He didn’t even let you adjust as he rapidly fingered you, his fingers curving to graze your g-spot with every stroke. His tongue swirled around your clit, adding even more toe curling sensations.

Him adding a third finger was the catalyst for the strongest orgasm you’ve ever had in your life. There wasn’t even a build up, everything just hit you at once. Suddenly you were crying out even louder as you violently came. Did it occur to you that you were squirting all over Taehyung and his bed? No. Were you doing exactly that? Absolutely.

“Delicious,” Taehyung said as he licked his lips, “Look at the fucking mess you made.”

“I-i’m sorry,” you managed to stutter, you were still recovering from your orgasm.

“It’s only fair that it’s my turn to make a mess now. Do I need to get a condom, princess?” he cooed.

You weakly shook your head. You needed to feel all of him, right now. Taehyung chuckled at your neediness as he aligned himself with your pussy. He slowly inserted his entire length into you until the base of his cock touched your soaked pussy. You moaned together as he stayed still for a second. You looked up to see Taehyung’s face lit up with pure bliss.

“You’re still so fucking wet,” he growled as he began to mercilessly buck his hips into you.

You moaned with every thrust as Taehyung shook the entire bed. Taehyung placed both of your legs on his shoulders, allowing him to hit you even deeper from this new angle. He leaned over to plant his lips on your neck as he fucked you. What started as a gentle peck took a violent turn as he harshly sucked on your neck. He left dark spots wherever his lips touched, and soon you were covered in dark blooms.

“Do you want me to soil your back or your chest?” he asked in a guttural tone.

“Back?” you answer dubiously.

You were immediately flipped over. You were laying flat on your chest waiting for him to prop up your ass, but he never did. Instead, he simply spread your legs wider and fucked you flat against the bed. Taehyung grabbed your ass and spread your cheeks to get a better view of your sopping pussy. You could feel another orgasm brewing as he fucked even deeper into you, and his cock was continuously dragging against your g-spot.

“Taehyung, I--”

“I know, princess. Let it all out. I want to feel you come on my dick,” he demanded.

A few more strong strokes was all it took for you to go limp under him as your orgasm took over. Seconds after you hit your high, Taehyung pulled out and came all over your back.

Once you were all cleaned up, Taehyung untied you and kissed your forehead.

“How was it, princess?” he asked as he stroked your hair.

“I’ve never been fucked by a beast before, but now I don’t want anything else,” you admitted before kissing his neck.

“Good. I was worried about going overboard. As I told you before, I really like getting into character,” he laughed.

“I’ve never been into roleplay but I’m willing to change for you. Oh shit, it’s late already,” you noticed the time on his alarm clock.

“Just stay the night. I don’t think the kids will care if you’re wearing sweatpants or not. I can lend you a turtleneck to cover up those hickies though,” Taehyung yawned.

“Are you sure?” you questioned.

“Yeah, I don’t mind. Be warned, I’m a cuddler,” he pulled you closer to him.

“I guess I can sleep in a little later then,” you reasoned.

“Perfect. Goodnight, princess,” he quickly kissed your lips.

“You’re sleeping like that?”

“Like what?”

“Butt naked?”

“I can put clothes on if it makes you uncomfortable. I just figured it would make things easier for tomorrow morning,” he said sleepily.

“Tomorrow morning?” that got your attention.

“You’ll see! Be patient, princess. Night night.”

Never in a million years would you have guessed that applying for a babysitting job would result in this, but you weren’t complaining.

Published April 17, 2021. No editing, copying, translating, or reposting allowed. All Rights Reserved © 2021 Baepsaesbae.

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