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v1nsmoke · 7 months

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𝑮𝑼𝑵𝑺 𝑵' 𝑹𝑶𝑺𝑬𝑺 // 𝑪𝑼𝑳𝑻 𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹!𝑳𝑨𝑾 𝑿 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

spooktober week 1 - law as a cult leader in honour of oct 6th being his bday

tw: guns, hints about sb getting kidnapped

summary: in search of your missing sister, you head to a town in the middle of nowhere, where all clues lead to a mysterious man.

a/n: ITS HIS BDAY!!! i wasnt planning on making this, just came up w/ it this morning lol. But i really wanted to make something for his birthday, so take this! Inspired by the game Far Cry 5, i recommend it! im tired rn so i didnt reread this. I will check it later tho ♡ CHECK OUT PART 2!

wc: 1.1k

song rec: (aka a song that matches the story)

You take a deep sigh. The road here was everything but smooth, you were sure that nobody tried to fix it ever since they built it, not to mention that you travelled on it trough hours. It took you almost two days to get here, but it still wasn't the time for you to rest.

You have been stressing ever since you received the suspicous call from your sister who dissapeared without a trace the day right after it. Nobody could reach her, they also had no idea where she went. The last time you heard about her was when you called her a few days ago, but she said goodbye after telling you that she will be going to attend a sermon by a man that came to town that day. No word from her ever since.

So, you decided to pay her a visit yourself. Best if you check on your sister before something happens to her. And now here you are, sitting in your parked car in a slightly dried out field on the side of the road, the town just slightly further. There was white tarpaulin tent set up there, and people were slowly drifting towards it. it will probably be the same sermon that your sister went to the last time you talked to her. This was your last option in getting close to her. You went to her house some hours ago, but nobody was home. You waited to see if she was just out shopping, but time passed and she still didn't come home. The neighbours said that she left to check out the man who came to town saying that he is here to help the people, and never returned.

There was only one solution left: find the last person who saw her. If it was really the same thing, you might get close to finding out something about your sister's whereabouts. Her neighbours told you when this man will show his face again, so you thanked them, got in your car, and drove out to the location. Looks like they weren't lying, because the people slowly flocked to the tent while you sat in the comfy seat of your car.

You take a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself for whatever might occur. You open the car's door, stepping foot on the dry, yellowish grass. You stay close to a group heading towards the tent, hoping that you could blend in. To you, this all just started to look like a cult. The group enters the tent, you follow behind them. Inside were benches, all of them facing a low podium, a black haired man standing on it. He seemed confident in whatever he was preaching, but you weren't focused on him.

Though, he did catch your eye for a moment. And it looked like the same thing happened to him, his eyes scanning the crowd but stopping once his gaze lands on you. Those greyish blue orbs staring at you, his mouth still moving as the rest of the people watch him. He manages to turn away, looking everywhere but you after this. You stand still, looking trough the people present, hoping to find your sister here. Nobody matched her appearance, she wasn't here.

Your only chance left at finding her was the mysterious man, now leaving the stage that the sermon was over. The people flock away, leaving one by one. Almost everybody left now, and this was your chance. You see as he leaves the tent, some men with machine guns by his side, heading towards the car.

"Excuse me!" You shout after him, hoping he'll hear you. The man and his bodyguards (or whoever those armed men were) all stopped, turning their attention towards you, some even raising their weapons. You raise both your hand in defense, proving you are not a threat to them. Of course you weren't, you had no weapons and barely any knowledge about hand-to-hand combat.

The black haired motions for them with his tattooed hands to lower the weapons, and the men obey.

"I'm listening." He says after a short pause. The men and him stared at you, all creating an uneasy feeling inside you. The guns, slightly torn sweaters with the same symbol sewn into it, everything. And now you were totally alone with them, nobody would know if you just got shot on the spot. Not to mention that if anybody started looking for you like you looked for your sister, they might end up just like you.

"I'm looking for my sister. The last time I heard from her was just an hour before she attended your sermon a few days ago." You step closer to them, holding out your hand with a photograph in it. On the photo was your sister, it was taken before she left the country to live here, in this town in the middle of nowhere, far from you.

"Familiar face. I know her." He says in his deep voice, a very light, barely noticable appearing on his face as he speaks. Seeing this, you actually consider twice if you should follow him or try finding your sister on your own. But now you were so close to finding out something about her, because this man clearly knew a thing or two.

"Could you... perhaps tell me where she is, maybe lead me to her if you can?" You ask, trying to sound as polite as possible, though you were shaking inside.

"Oh, don't worry." He chimes. "You'll meet her soon enough." His tone shifts, sounding darker, lower, more menacing.

"Wait, wha- who are yo-" you try to question him, but you are hit in the back of your head with the back of a machine gun by one of his men.

You hit the dry grass with a thud, the boots of the guard on your back, holding you down, pointing the barrel of his gun at you. It's like you can feel the world spinning as you lay on your stomach, the grass tickling your face. It takes all your will and strength to keep your eyes open.

"It's Law. Trafalgar Law." He looks down on you, standing in front of your body.

You would love to ask him more questions, to fight back, but after receiving another hit just like the one you got some seconds ago, you can't keep your eyes open, blacking out.

trafalgar law belongs to eiichiro oda, i do not own him.

#one piece #v1nsmoke #eiichiro oda #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law #law one piece #trafalgar law x reader #fc5 #cult leader!law x reader #op #one piece law #spooktober #halloween #october #Spotify

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schooloftuneage · 10 months

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Lesson 3: This is not a test...

CLASS IS IN SESSION

Rick Rubin is one of the most influential producers in the music biz. He turned Linkin Park from what could have been a two-album flash in the pan into one of the deepest acts in alternative music (no kidding, A Thousand Suns remains one of this berk's top 20 albums of all time). He introduced the world to more iconic acts than I can count. And before all that… he was in a shitty punk group that was more known for fake fights and fake arrests than anything else. (His dad was a policeman and would pretend to arrest Rick when he got into planned altercations with planted hecklers - an attempt at getting traction that failed.)

But at the same time, Rick was keeping his thumb on the pulse of the New York music scene, and when he found out about a few rapidly growing groups that were turning out incredibly danceable music with an antiestablishment ethos, his first thought on listening to them was that it was Black Punk Rock.

The music in question was, of course, hip hop.

Let's delve in.

Hip hop was influenced by numerous sources - talking blues, disco, R&B - and tracking all those down would be great, but we're going to truncate slightly today, because A) I'm saving a lot of that for a later lesson, and B) because the most pertinent one is actually disco, believe it or not. See, like punk rock, there was a single spark that ignited the movement, and while it was slower to burn, it had the perfect kindling. The place was in the slums of the south Bronx, in a rec room at 1520 Sedgewick Avenue. The person was DJ Kool Herc, who spun records for dance parties there.

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The above documentary gives us a good glimpse at how Herc did his thing. Today we just know it as basic mixing, but back in the day, this kind of thing was revolutionary. Add in an emcee - Coke la Rock - who would handle the microphone while Herc was mixing, and you had the first emcee-deejay combo.

Over time, more groups came together. Grandmaster Flash picked up Herc's skills, and then hammered them down, bringing them to new heights of awesomeness. He couldn't even try to get on the mic while he was mixing, too focused on the beats he was crafting, so he got an enterprising B-boy they called Cowboy to do the honors. Over time he amassed a group of five emcees to work with him - Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. The Treacherous Three, the Funky Four (Plus One More) - you can see a sort of theme in these early groups. Rap battles were a thing, inheriting a little bit of gang battle ethos from their founders - early rap adopters the Zulu Nation were ex-gang members who were trying to veer into a more constructive direction, and they did so well.

But for most, the genre was locked away. Sure, rapping was easy enough to do, but to be a real hip hop artist you needed a deejay, and that equipment was expensive. As I said, the spark was there, but it needed kindling.

And just as punk had its watershed moment in 1977 in London, so hip hop did in 1977 in New York. On July 13th, NYC had a city-wide blackout that lasted just over a full 24 hours. A mob mentality decended over the city, with widespread looting… and in the aftermath of these riots, a lot of expensive sound equipment made its way into the hands of enterprising would-be deejays, either through their own actions or through pawnshops who didn't ask questions about where the equipment came from in the weeks after the blackout.

Now, there is much - MUCH - to say about this scene… but as I'm delving in, I'm realizing that someone else has already done this lesson, and arguably done it better than I could ever dream of doing it. Cartoonist Ed Piskor has done a series, Hip Hop Family Tree, that chronicles the early rise of the scene beautifully. And in the spirit of the early rap bootlegs that we're going to be discussing… you didn't get it from me, but hereyago:

That's twelve issues of greatness right there.

Now, with THAT link dropped, let's talk seminal moments for the origins of hip hop.

The first track on wax that was nothing but a deejay showing off their mixing prowess? "The Adventures of Grandmaster Flash on the Wheels of Steel". This one was even more notable because Sugar Hill Records didn't like paying royalties to artists that they sampled, and tended to use original compositions rather than having Flash or other deejays mix in the background (which, yes, was kind of insulting to the art of the deejay…). Also, please note, there are NO editing tricks here. This was just Flash at his best, and he laid the whole track down in only four or five takes.

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The first rap "superstar", arguably, was Kurtis Blow. At the very least, the man was both responsible for the first gold record in the hip hop genre and the man who brought it to Soul Train, with "The Breaks".

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And now, we're going to zig-zag-zig back to an earlier point.

The early hip hop scene was full of bootlegs. Some were recordings of live events - Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five had a full live track that had never been released recorded, and it's still more popular, as the studio version lacks the passion of the live recording. (Bozo Meko's version of 'Flash it to the Beat', fyi.) Unscrupulous producers would record artists in the studio under the guise of 'letting them play around' and release their work under different names - and again, that happened to the Furious Five, with "We Rap More Mellow" being released as the work of The Younger Generation. And then there were bootleg compilations released for the deejays - packages of "essential" disco songs pressed as unofficial collections, distributed behind the counter of record stores.

Our TRACK OF THE WEEK is the first of those. A recording of a live event - something that we now recognize as the first rap battle, Busy Bee Starsky vs. Kool Moe Dee. A battle that Starsky phoned in because he assumed he'd have no real competition, and Moe came loaded for bear for. This one's a slaughter, kiddos.

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And we're gonna have a lot to say about hip hop in the future... but for now, that gets you to the starting line.

Class dismissed.

#school of tuneage #youtube #kool moe dee #grandmaster flash #grandmaster flash and the furious five #Kurtis Blow #DJ kool herc #hip hop #lesson 3 #busy bee starsky #Youtube

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footnotesandendings · 10 months

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meme

Tagged by @heffer-wen, I think this is a "getting to know people better" meme? Not tagging but feel free if you want! Includes WIP snippets at the end.

last song: hmmm not a fun answer but I have a friend visiting and we were driving around earlier with So Much (for) Stardust playing in the car. I don’t remember what was playing when we parked, though, so let’s just go with the title song.

currently reading: <em>To Name the Bigger Lie</em> by Sarah Viren, which is subtitled “A Memoir In Two Stories.” The first thread is about a teacher she had in high school who was supposed to be teaching philosophy and instead took the idea of “what is truth?” and taught conspiracy theories (including Holocaust denial!!!). The second thread is about her wife (a university professor) being accused of sexual harassment. I’m only about halfway through so I don’t know how they tie together (besides the idea of “what is truth and how is it manufactured”) or how it ends.

Also friend and I have gone to several bookstores and my TBR pile is back up to 40, so. That.

currently watching: I wish I still had the ability to watch TV! When will my sports come back! (like next week, since I’m going to watch the women’s World Cup.) I do need to regain the ability to watch fictional TV other than Ted Lasso, since that’s over. I’m not open for recs at the moment but possibly soon.

latest obsession: I don’t have one right now and it makes life boring. I guess the thing I think about most while staring off into space is still Jordan/Virgil.

tall or short?: Short-ish. A little under average.

student or worker?: Worker, but with what the internet loves to call a “stupid little emails job” so do what you want with that.

colour: Blue.

flower: Ooh that’s a good question. Hmm. I planted coneflowers earlier this year and half of them died but the half that made it are just starting to bloom and I’m so proud of them, so I guess them right now.

food: Bread. Give me your carbs if you don’t want them.

WIP: A few things lurching toward being done.

1. The big Jamie hurt/comfort fic that is also ot3 and is going to be 50k by the time I add the last few scenes why does the universe make me suffer. Snip:

Then they have film review, which is boring, and he puts his jacket across his lap so he can text Keeley underneath it. She’s free after training and she’ll take him to a shop to look at planners and notebooks and then show him how to do something called bullet journaling, which sounds absolutely mad and confusing but he’ll give it a try if it makes her happy.

Roy comes over and leans down next to him just after they’ve finalized their plans. “You are either texting or having a wank under that jacket,” he says quietly, “and I don’t want to know which but either way you need to stop and pay attention.”

“I wouldn’t wank in front of all the lads,” Jamie whispers back. “That’s harassment. We watched a film about it.”

2. The one where Virgil is Virgil but Jordan went into ballet instead of football.

He was just out the doors and into the corridor when a voice came from behind him. “Excuse me.”

Virgil braced himself a little—being recognized in public was part of the job, but he was tired and his foot ached and it was a fucking medical office, for god’s sake—but stopped and looked back. “Yes?”

It was the blue-eyed man, holding out Virgil’s AirPods case. “This fell out of your pocket.”

“Oh.” Virgil went back and accepted it, noting in a distant part of his mind that the logo on the man’s jacket was a simple text one spelling out NORTHERN BALLET. “Thank you.”

The man tucked his hands in his jacket pockets. “Awful to lose those.”

“It is. But easy to do.”

That got him a faint smile, just a twist of the lips. Thin, pink lips, settled in a neatly trimmed beard. Everything about the man was meticulous, his hair gelled mercilessly into place, his fingernails short and spotless when Virgil had taken the case from him. “I’ve had to switch to buying the cheapest brand. That way I’m not out a few hundred quid every time I lose them or run them through the wash.”

“Don’t remind me.” Virgil tucked the case in his pocket and offered his hand. “I’m Virgil, by the way.”

That gets another smile, wider. “Did I play it cool enough that you didn’t know I recognized you?”

3. The one where they’re both at Liverpool but Jordan is a woman.

Virgil knows that watching a woman for half an hour without talking to her is creepy. In his defence, she's out in the middle of the training pitch, which is sort of the center of attention for anyone going in or out of the indoor facility. He had been on the way to his car with Milner and Robertson and stopped at the sound of a ball clanging off the crossbar.

"Who's that?" he'd asked, though her LFC women's team training kit narrowed it down a bit. He'd only been in Liverpool for a few weeks, though, he didn't know the women's side yet.

Robbo squinted across the pitch. "Oh. That's the women's captain. Horseface."

Milner slapped the back of Robbo's head. "Try again."

"Henderson, ow, Jordan Henderson. You don't have to hit me, the girls call her that too."

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ahungeringknife · 10 months

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365: February 21

You ever look at your OCs and think to yourself 'I have too many OCs'?

Yeah me neither

Suture was reading on the couch of one of the many rec rooms in the Wall for Guardians to hang out in common areas. Next to him Patch was pretending to do the same but his leg was jiggling. “Stop it,” he growled.

“Huh? What?”

“Your leg is shaking,” he grumbled.

“Oh,” and he stopped. Suture went back to his book and about five minutes later Patch was jiggling his leg again. “If you’re not going to stop being annoying just suck it up and go over there,” Suture said.

“… I couldn’t,” Patch said.

“You’re embarrassing yourself just go ask to play you ninny,” Suture rolled his eyes.

“I don’t know how that’s embarrassing. It’s rude to interject into a Hunter game,” he said like a weenie, pulling on his white hair stressfully.

Suture kicked his leg out and got Park’s attention. “What?” Park grunted where he was playing a game on some handheld.

“Is Patch pretty enough to worry this much about joining a Hunter game?” Suture asked.

“Suture-!” Patch cried.

Park looked up with just his eyes at Patch who’s face was a hilarious cerulean blue from his normal fair pastel blue. “I think he’s pretty enough not to be a little bitch,” Park said and rolled his dark eyes, going back to his game. “Also they’re the Zeros for a fucking reason-

“Hey, I resent that,” Suture looked up as his partner came up behind him on the couch. “Also its Double Zero.” Suture smile at seeing him because he always smiled when he saw Tams.

“Twice the zeros,” Park said, not looking.

“What are you guys grumbling about anyway?” Tams asked, fists on his hips in a classic Titan way of his.

“Patch wants to join the Hunter game but is being a little bitch about it,” Suture said.

“I am not. I don’t even know how to play,” Patch complained.

Tams grinned and Traveler every time Tams smiled Suture was more in love with him. He had dimples and it was so cute. “Well I don’t know about your crew but the Guppy would be happy to teach you,” he told Patch nicely.

“I wouldn’t want to bother them,” Patch said quickly.

Suture motioned to Tams to bend down. Tams grabbed the back of the couch and leaned down probably expecting a smooch. Instead Suture said, quietly, “Our boy wants to fuck one of your friends-

Tams slammed his head into the back of the couch to contain his laughter. “Suture what did you say to him,” Patch demanded.

“Nothing,” Suture smirked.

“What did you say, Rowen?” Patch hissed.

Suture just stuck his tongue out at Patch. “Nothing, Valerian,” he mocked Patch.

“Traveler you two are so annoying,” Park said, dead pan from his chair, head down in his game.

Tams lifted his head from the couch, laughter under control but was still smiling. “I promise my friends wouldn’t be bothered teaching you how to play cards,” he assured Patch.

“Yeah but-

Tams was bigger in every way than Patch and Suture was so smug when Tams just went over and yanked him to his feet. “I insist. We can be shit at cards together,” and he pulled Patch over to the card game where the two clans’ Hunters were embroiled in a very serious card game.

“Thought he’d never leave,” Park said.

“He was jiggling the couch.”

“I know, I could feel it over here,” Park said.

“Wanna bet who it is?”

“Don’t care.”

“Yeah you do.”

Park just moved his eyes to look at Suture. “There’s only one Hunter in the Zeros,” he said seriously.

“Shit really? What about that other one?” Suture looked over his shoulder.

“Stitches-2’s partner,” Park said.

“… You know I don’t even pay attention to them,” Suture admitted.

“Typical fucking Warlock,” Park said dismissively.

“Fuck you,” Suture gave him a light kick on the shin. Park kicked him back. After a few moments of bruising up each others’ shins they stopped and went back to what they were doing, Park with a smirk.

Later that evening as Suture was making dinner for himself and Tams Hype came over. “Message from Patch,” she said and expanded.

Suture’s brow furrowed in confusion. “I think I fucked up,” Patch said over the message. “I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to know a guy a bit more before you just suck his dick after cards. What do I do?!”

Suture blinked at Hype. “… That is a problem I will worry about tomorrow. Just tell Ruwa to make sure her stupid Guardian gets some sleep.”

“Why’s he like this?” Hype asked. “He’s like a Crucible legend and leads a very well known Crucible clan. How’s he like this?”

“Val’s a weirdo is why,” Suture said and went back to making dinner.

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professionalbratqueen · 2 years

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Situationship Part 1/2

18+ only, please.

You've been avoiding your FWB Ransom during finals.

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale x female reader

Media: Knives Out

Warnings: looks like dubcon but isn't, Ransom being Ransom, manhandling, little bit of degradation, tit slapping, pussy slapping, choking, possessiveness, fingering (vaginal, anal), protected sex (anal), semi-public sex (anal, oral - m rec), rough blowjob, crying, these fucking leggings, squirting, drug use, not beta'd

Word Count: 2,903

Notes: Look, you'll never convince me Ransom doesn't wear a condom if he knows they're both sleeping with other people. Also, this is my first fic like this so bear with me. 😘 I tried to make the reader have no distinguishing characteristics but if you notice anything, give me a heads up, please.

Read it on AO3.

Part 2

The party was in full swing by the time you got there. Ransom's house was lit up like a star in the middle of the forest and cars were everywhere, parked neatly by the valet service he'd hired for the evening. You got out of your Lyft and tipped and rated your driver as you headed inside.

The music was so loud it was an assault to your senses and you realized with a sinking sensation that you might have to actually interact with your peers in order to find him. You wandered toward the bar set up along the back wall of the living room, figuring you might as well numb some of the social awkwardness with alcohol. Just as you were about to order a beer, Ransom grabbed your arm in a tight grip. He scowled at you and you immediately scowled back; you had literally just arrived, there was no reason for him to be so bitchy already. He dragged you across the living room, and you almost fell as he pulled you into the hall. He pushed you against the wall so you were mostly hidden in an alcove and you squirmed against it, already wet from the manhandling. "Ransom, what the hell?"

"You've been avoiding me," he murmured darkly, crowding you.

"I have not! I've been busy. It's finals." One of his hands snuck under the edge of your baby pink hoodie to dance along the waistband of your leggings and you pushed it away but it just came back, teasing the skin there.

"Yes, you have. What happened? Forget about me?" Blue eyes flicked up to yours, hard like chips of ice. His eyebrows were drawn together and lowered, mouth tight.

You rolled your eyes and slapped that hand away. Cupping his face, you breathed, "I could never forget you." A suspended, frozen moment hung between the both of you before you added, "You're too damn annoying."

Ransom grunted, sneaking under your hoodie again, hand going up this time. "No shirt?" he mocked, hand warm over your ribs before he cupped a breast. "No bra, either? You little slut."

You gasped when he pinched a nipple, biting your lip at the way your pussy throbbed at the little bit of pain, at the name-calling, at the way he was ignoring your protests. "Give me a break, finals just finished. I wanted to be comfy."

"You wanted easy access."

You grabbed his forearm, trying to tug him out of your hoodie. "No, you want easy access. I want to get high, eat cake, and watch Disney movies."

He laughed softly, smacking your hand and shoving your hoodie up above your breasts. "In that order?"

"Yes, in that order!" You struggled with the bunched fabric half in your face. "Ransom! Someone's gonna fucking see!" But you didn't try very hard to remedy the situation.

He smirked at you, taking a moment to look at your chest, then slapped one breast hard, right over the nipple, making your flesh jiggle. "Shut up, you love it."

You gasped and jerked, back arching as electricity sizzled through you. He smirked and cupped your tits, squeezing them and shoving them together, pinching your nipples. "I fucking love these," he muttered to himself before sucking one of your nipples into his mouth. It was cool from his beer and his tongue swirled around it expertly. Your eyes fluttered closed and your hands found purchase in his hair, not trying to push him away anymore.

He switched back and forth between breasts, slapping them now and then just to hear the little sounds you'd make and watch how you'd squirm. When he leaned back, you reached up to try and pull the hoodie back down.

"Leave it," he snapped, tone sharp like he was commanding a dog.

You narrowed your eyes and yanked it down, glaring at him. "Fuck off, Drysdale."

His eyebrows came down again and his mouth tightened, rage flaring in his baby blues. He yanked the hoodie back up so hard your breasts bounced and he fought your hands as he forced your legs apart. He got both of your wrists in one hand and pinned your arms up above your head. He kicked your left foot so it moved over. You opened your mouth to curse him out but his free hand came down hard between your legs. Even through your leggings and underwear, the slap hurt, and your whole body jerked, a strangled moan escaping your throat.

Eyes closed tightly, you whimpered as shudders rocked your frame. You adjusted how you were standing, leaning back on the wall, widening your stance, and tilting your pelvis forward, offering.

He laughed meanly and slapped your pussy again. "Look at you, you're so fucking pathetic. At a party, barely out of sight, just begging for me to hurt you and use you up like a dirty little whore." His voice was like velvet, soft and dark.

You shuddered and licked your lips, eyes half opening. "Fuck. Spank my pussy again."

He scowled and grabbed your jaw, squishing your cheeks. "Whose fucking pussy?"

You whined and shuddered, squirming a little against the wall. "Yours. It's your pussy."

"That's right." Ransom let you go only to spank between your legs again. "I let you run all over," smack, "fucking whoever," smack, "but this," smack, "pussy's," smack, "mine!" Smack.

You yelped with each one, going up on your tippy-toes, but if anything, you tilted your hips even more forward. The tender flesh at the apex of your thighs felt hot and swollen. "Oh, God, fuck, please!" you begged in a strangled voice.

He laughed again, working his hand into your leggings. "You're lucky the music's so loud, princess, or everybody would hear how fucking needy you are." His fingers plunged between your folds and he groaned. "You're so fucking wet, honey. You get this wet for me?" he cooed. "From a little spanking? Naughty girl."

You pushed forward, seeking more friction, head pressing back against the wall. "Shut the fuck up and get your fingers in me," you snapped.

Something sparked in his eyes and he shoved two fingers inside you unceremoniously. You were wet enough that they went easily with minimal chafing but the stretch was attention-grabbing without any prep. He let your wrists go and used that hand to grab you by the throat, squeezing hard enough to make breathing difficult.

"Watching your fucking tone," he snarled, curling his fingers hard and pressing directly on your G spot over and over. The palm of his hand pressed against your clit and you writhed, sounds of ecstasy dying before they reached your mouth. His head dropped and his mouth latched onto your breast, biting over the areola and you arched again, inner muscles starting to flutter around his fingers.

"N-no, wait…Ran, don't!" you squeaked out. He just smirked, curling his fingers toward your outer wall faster and faster. You shook your head back and forth, gasping for air and brain going fuzzy, feeling the pressure build in your pelvis. "Ransom! Please, no, not like this, I'll m-make a mess! My clothes!"

He shushed you. "It's okay, I'll buy you new ones. And nobody can tell with these ugly things you're wearing."

A very small part of you wanted to slap him for that–there was nothing wrong with your fucking leggings!–but the rest of your brain had promptly taken a vacation. Your hands grabbed his shoulders and you came, squirting all over his hand and forearm, drenching your red floral leggings and screaming as loud as you could, which wasn't very as Ransom's hand clutched dangerously tight around your throat for a moment. You slumped against the wall as soon as your body unlocked from its arch but he just…kept…fucking…going.

You tried to tell him no again, whimpering and begging with your tone when your words made no sense. His grin was sharklike, showing all his teeth, his hand going insanely fast, fingers making come-hither motions inside you. "One more, princess, you can do it." You shook your head desperately, eyes starting to roll back. "Yes, you can, kitten. Fucking come for me. Now."

You screamed silently as your body locked up again, gushing over his hand. Your whole frame shook like you were being electrocuted. He let go of your throat and pulled his fingers out. You fell back against the wall, vision darkening for a moment like you were going to pass out. You had to lock your knees to keep from dropping to the floor.

He licked the palm of his hand and laughed, then shoved those two fingers into your mouth and made you suck. You whimpered weakly around them, blinking dazedly at him. "Good girl." He took his hand away from your mouth and kissed you, tongue rubbing against yours almost sweetly. After a moment, he pulled back and forcibly turned you around, shoving you face-first against the wall. You yelped at the coolness against your tits. "Hands on the wall, ass out," he growled.

You mewled his name softly but did as told, shaking hands coming up near your head and pushing your ass back toward him. He dragged your drenched leggings and panties down to mid-thigh. There was a moment and then you felt slick fingers touching your puckered hole. You turned your head and made a questioning noise.

Ransom laughed again, tossing the opened single-use lube packet into the base of the dracaena next to you. "I came prepared, baby." The finger he worked inside you made you hiss and push back, arching even more. "That's right, honey, I know you love it." He gently thrust his finger in and out and added a second one, stretching you to a symphony of your tiny moans. "I'm gonna fuck you so goddamn hard," he murmured. "My little fucktoy, aren't you? All three of your greedy holes are just begging for my cock aren't they?"

You whined a small, "Uh-huh," and nodded, pressing your flushed cheek to the wall, mouth dropped open so you could pant for air. He added a third finger and you squeezed your eyes shut at the stretch, crying out softly when he spread them inside you. He pulled them out–too soon, you knew, but he knew that's how you liked it–and you heard the crinkle of the condom wrapper before the blunt head of his dick pressed against your hole. You whined and he pushed through the resistance, crying out when he popped through.

Ransom groaned and cursed, gripping your hips as he shoved his entire length into your asshole, inch by inch. The stretch was incredible and the burn was almost too much for you.

Almost.

His rhythm was punishing from the start and you started to vocalize almost immediately. His hand covered your mouth and you moaned into it, muffled to nothing under the music. You locked your body into that backward arch and he used his hand around your face to rock you into his brutal rhythm. He was careful to keep his palm placed just so, knowing from painful experience that you were a biter during anal.

He angled his hips, going for your spots in your pussy through the inner wall of your ass. Once he glanced off one and caused you to make more noise, he drilled it, not letting up. You shook your head against another orgasm. Normally the sensation wouldn't be enough to trigger this kind of climax but you were so sensitive after the last two, it took him barely five minutes before you were bursting into a million pieces and spurting on the floor.

You sobbed against his hand and he let you go as he pulled out. You could hear him fumbling with the condom but you were too spent to care, leaning into the wall like you could maybe sleep right there. But he didn't let you have that, spinning you around and pushing your shoulders so you dropped to your knees on the floor like a puppet with her strings cut.

His cock was directly in your face, condomless, and wet with precum. You reflexively licked your lips at the sight, then let him drag you in by your hair. He didn't even pretend he wanted teasing, shoving his length down your throat. You gagged and choked, holding onto his thighs for dear life, but your mouth knew what to do as you swallowed around him and bobbed your head. He was absolutely vicious with his strokes, controlling your movements with both hands in your hair like you were some kind of sex doll and not a person who needed things like oxygen. Tears spilled down your face, mixing with the saliva and precum drooling from your mouth. You detached one hand from his hip to fondle his balls, squeezing lightly now and then, just how he liked.

His breath was harsh above you and every once in a while he'd throw out a soft, "Take it," or call you a name that made you squirm. He shoved in all the way suddenly, holding you down so your nose touched his pubic bone, and grunted as he came down your throat without warning. No matter how much you practiced, this kind of treatment always hurt but you liked it, the burn in your throat starting a smoldering heat downward.

"Swallow every fucking drop," he hissed and you wanted to give him a look–who the hell did he think he had here?–but you simply swallowed reflexively and waited him out. Dark spots danced before your vision before he relented and pulled you off him. You gulped in lungfuls of air, coughing hard, and tightened your grip on his thighs so you wouldn't fall. Your forehead pressed against his lower belly and you could feel him stroking your hair gently, the first bit of softness he'd shown you tonight.

"That's a good girl," he murmured and helped you stand. He pulled the underwear and leggings back up and they were cold and wet, sticking uncomfortably to your skin. You made a sad nose and he mimicked you, using your bunched-up hoodie to clean your face. "It's okay, shh, it'll only be for a few minutes." You just stood there in a daze, his fingers smoothing your hair, trying to make it look less like you'd just been fucked within an inch of your life.

"Hey. Look at me."

You looked up and his eyes were almost kind–or as kind as Ransom could get. "You did so well, princess. Go upstairs to my room." He pulled the key to the lock he used during parties out of his pocket and pressed it into your hand. "Take a shower, use my laptop to watch Disney movies, there's weed up there. I'll send food."

You nodded and once he confirmed for himself that you weren't gonna fall over, he let you go. You moved sluggishly through the crowd, keeping your head down. The music was so loud it was just sound battering your ears and by the time you reached the steps to go upstairs, you felt sick. You took them one stair at a time and kept your eyes on your feet, feeling like Sisyphus rolling his burden up the mountain.

Eventually, you made it. It was a lot quieter on the second floor and you breathed out a sigh of relief. Muffled giggles and voices from the other rooms reached your ears but you went straight to Ransom's room and unlocked it, slipped inside, and locked it behind you. You trudged toward the bathroom, ditching your clothing in a trail as you went. Like almost every room in this modern monstrosity, all the external walls were glass. Usually, it was fine because nobody was out in the woods but you ran the risk of giving someone an eyeful now. Let them look. Pervs.

You turned the shower on and groaned at the feeling of instant hot water. You thanked God that Ransom was such a fussy bitch because, after that show, you needed to wash head to toe, and he had good conditioner. After you were done, you snagged a pair of old sweats, rolling the waist until they'd stay up. Searching through his bureau, your fingers flipped through neatly folded sweaters that had to have been done by a maid. "Wool, wool, wool, wool-silk, aha!" You tugged your emerald-colored prize free from the drawer and shook it out. "Cashmere!" It was soft and worn in with a little hole near the neckline and thin patches at the elbows and it absolutely drowned you once it was on, which was exactly what you wanted.

You opened the nightstand drawer where you knew he kept his drugs and pulled out the baggie, a pipe, and a lighter. Then you arranged and fluffed his pillows to make a comfy little spot for yourself and got under his duvet before loading up the original Fantasia on his laptop. Settling in, you packed the bowl meticulously. After the first toke, you could literally feel the rest of your stress melting off your shoulders. Finals were done, you'd gotten railed like hell, Ransom's stash was always excellent, and you were in a very comfy bed watching pretty cartoons. The only thing that could have made it better was cake but at least he's promised food of some kind.

#situationship #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale x you #ransom drysdale #chris evans #knives out #my writing #ransom drysdale smut

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Quarterly Fic Recs 2021 #2

Hello! I’m back with another rec list! Here are fics I’ve read, loved and thoroughly enjoyed in the second quarter of 2021! They are all very wonderful fics! Each story has its own genre, warnings (and are mostly 18+), so please take that into consideration before reading. If any authors would like me to untag them, please let me know. Enjoy!

Yoongi

before i leave you @hollyhomburg

summary: Yoongi Disappears- leaving behind a shattered pack. 8 months later, Jimin finds Yoongi in an H-mart of all places.

Hoseok

heart-on @junghelioseok

summary: my boss is always telling me how perfect her son would be for me and she promises he’s coming to the next holiday party and don’t worry he’s heard all about me too and ALSO there’s this dude i slept with once a couple of months ago and sometimes he still sends me dick pics when i ask him to at 3 in the morning cause seriously dude’s got a good dick

Jungkook

charmolypi @njssi

summary: Work and pleasure should never be combined — or so the saying goes. But you were never really one to follow the rules in their entirety and neither were the ones around you. Love, lust, interest. Five people. In the workplace. What could go wrong? Everyone just wants to get something, after all.

when you least expect it @johobi

summary: You’re in love with your childhood friend, Taehyung. The problem is, you treasure your friendship with him far too much to ever risk losing it. Oh, and he’s quite the Casanova. At your wits’ end with feelings you can no longer hide as diligently as you once did, you ask him to set you up with someone, anyone, in a last ditch attempt to avoid a heartbreaking conversation.

wherever there is you @jeonstudios

summary: you’ve been drinking, haven’t you?

instant gratification @dovechim

fuckboi@jungkook x cheerleader!reader

haze @yyooni

summary: So you’ve fucked the biggest fuck boy on campus. It’s a one and done. One night stand. A wham bam thank you ma’am. So why does it happen again?

OT7/Multiple Members

because i’m yours @minniepetals

summary: you should have known they’d never let you go after gathering the courage to ask for a kiss

blazed @ironicarmy

summary: Your friends try to cheer you up during Christmastime, but things go south once Hoseok appears with a mysterious brown bag.

Seokjin

one step @cutechim

summary: attending an ex’s wedding is never easy, but you might just have the perfect remedy—if you can pluck up the courage to take it.

platonic @joheunsaram

summary: Finding a new method for stress relief, you rope in your bestfriend/fwb to try it out with you.

show me yours and i’ll show you mine @ktheist

summary: you’re a horny bunny yet kim seokjin always seems to manage to slide out of your grasps like a fox every time.

Yoongi

before i leave you pt. 7 @/hollyhomburg

summary: Pack omega kim Seokjin knows how to handle things when they go south (or alternatively you get triggered, Yoongi has a panic attack, and it’s a good thing the pack is there to help)

Hoseok

risky business @yoonjinkooked

summary: The person who invented smart glass office walls knew what they were doing. Your secretary fucks you stupid in the office.

snapshot @xjoonchildx

summary: after a day at the beach, hoseok has some surprises in store for his longtime love

keep me warm @ppersonna

summary: camping is always a great time when you’re with your friends, but even better with your boyfriend, hoseok.

it’s you @jinpanman

summary: An accidental confession throws your years-long friendship with Hoseok into disarray.

Namjoon

love bytes @stutterfly

summary: It’s been a year since you first met Kim Namjoon, the passionate, talented English professor at the local campus. He’s always been clumsy and aloof, but he’s on a whole new level in terms of “technologically incapable.” One call to IT was all it took to pull you into his life, and with it a whole string of friendships full of flirtatious banter and undying support.

Your dating situation has been drier than the Sahara for years now, and you’ve wasted too many lonely nights drinking alone, so you try your hand at Tinder. But you’re not getting any bites. When the group finds out, they are more than willing to help–even Namjoon, though he finds it increasingly difficult to deny that he’s hopelessly smitten. You consider their opinions on potential Tinder dates while fighting off feelings you never knew were brewing for the caring soul who becomes the home you never had.

out of my league @/ppersona

summary: Kim Namjoon was never supposed to find out about your years-long hopeless crush on him. And he most definitely was not supposed to find out about it in front of all your coworkers in a company-wide meeting.

so this is love @jinpanman

summary: “So this is the miracle that I’ve been dreaming of. So this is love.”

problem solved @sugasbabiie

summary: Namjoon helps you with more than math problems tonight.

love is @hxseok-honee

summary: they say that love is supposed to transcend time and space and that it knows no limits. but putting an ocean and thousands of miles between two people won’t make things any easier, will it?

Jimin

potent pink @dntaewithluv

summary: The first time you see Park Jimin you’re instantly entranced by him. And it turns out he lives in the apartment next to the one you’re moving into, so even better he’s your hot neighbor. When the previous tenant confesses to you that he was the best hook up she ever had, you’re that much more intrigued. The first time you meet him, however, you’re deciding immediately that you hate him and want to stay as far away from him as possible. Jimin is determined to be a constant in your life though, and he definitely is that. Both a constant flirt and a constant pain in your ass. Is a ruined second impression enough to prevent you from ever giving him a second chance?

Taehyung

hush, yeah? @kithtaehyung

summary: the innocent accident that started it all

unfinished business @/dntaewithluv

summary: Besides wanting to catch up with some old friends, there’s only one reason you found yourself agreeing to attend your 10 year high school reunion. The boy you were in love with back then is going to be there, and you’re determined to finally make your move. Except, unfortunately, it turns out that Kim Seokjin is very much happily married. Kim Taehyung, however, is very much single and feels like he has something to prove to you after you turned him down all those years ago. One night is all it takes to make you realize you made the biggest mistake of your life.

under the covers @jessikahathaway

spy!au

darling @bloomsuga

summary: “go to sleep, darling.”

as endless as the stars ^

summary: he waited 160 years to meet you again, and now that he has, he’s not letting go. or: “i love you as deep as the ocean and as endless as the stars”

dirty dishes @jaysdimples

summary: when your boyfriend can’t seem to keep his hands to himself so he stirs up a little trouble in the kitchen while everyone else is a few feet away in the next room

devotion @/sweetbunnykook

summary: You and Taehyung were inseparable once. When you come back to your hometown after three years, fate pulls you back to him. And this time, Taehyung won’t ever keep his eyes off of you.

Jungkook

commercial break; twelve @1kook

summary: Anyway, if it was up to Jungkook, Kim Doyeon would not be a member of the Engagement Ring Committee.

tease @adonis-koo

summary:You came with the intentions of your best friend landing a job as a stripper. You never meant to catch the eyes of the king stripper of the establishment- Jeon Jungkook, yourself. With what was supposed to be a harmless way of paying off college debt faster you find yourself falling into a very odd and passionate relationship with your new mentor. Between infidelity, passion and jealousy there’s never a dull moment at Cherry Bomb.

jock!jk @angelguk

summary: going raw with jock jk

evolution of a lover’s heart @jeonstudios

summary: the rules are simple: first one to take the virginity wins.

euphoria @btssavedmylifeblr

summary: At the end of your life, you are given one day to live again with the man you loved. A lifetime’s love story told in a single day.

idealizations concerning real life relations @venusiangguk

summary: jungkook loves to be loved, but he doesn’t love in return.

relax @itsbuffsanta

summary: jk is antsy after the concert, so you help him relax.

employee of the month @/dntaewithluv

summary: Sometimes it truly amazes you how much of an idiot your boyfriend can be. But you also find it impossible to say no to him. Even when it involves letting him fuck you at his work on the same day that he gets awarded employee of the month…

ego 08 @suga-kookiemonster

summary: what’s a girl to do when her sweet, innocent baby lab partner isn’t quite so sweet and innocent? well, he’s a grown-ass man, and you’re about to learn that the hard way.

only you 10 @sweetbunnykook

summary: Jeon Jungkook, your wedding photographer, helps you escape on your big day upon learning about a secret your groom-to-be kept hidden. You soon fall for this young, passionate photographer. However, you underestimated just how much he was willing to reciprocate that love. Maybe, you think, he’s loving you just a little too much.

lunchbox lovers @jiminrings

stem major!koo x cold senior!y/n

crunchyroll & rail @/1kook

summary: Never mind the fact you really like Sailor Moon, or that you really want to pay attention to every little detail; the moment becomes Jungkook and his big smile and his red cheeks and the tiny box he produces from within his pocket.

only for you @jikookiekosmos

summary: It’s the night before your wedding and you should be happy…but a fight with your fiancé leaves you second guessing everything. A visit from the blue-haired boy of your dreams is just what you need to make it right.

lillies @dewykth

summary: “… white lines, pretty baby, tattoos, don’t know what they mean, they’re special just for you…”

bluekooberry @kimtaehyunq

summary: Your adoring boyfriend, Jungkook, surprises you with a brand new hairstyle before your trip to visit him for the weekend. He’s excited to see you, feed you, and give you exactly what you want.

bad reputation @noteguk

summary: in which you have to deal with some strange emotions for the first time.

not yet @bratkook

summary: jungkook feels the pang of guilt in his gut when you spot your recent ex out with his new girl, and what better way to make the jerk hurt than to have him believe you were now dating him, the neighbor he had been insecure about your whole relationship

incoming: elite chatboy @kookingtae

summary: welcome to Elite Chatroom, a sex chat company with a wide variety of services such as text messaging, phone call, and video chat. you signed up online for the most basic text service plan not knowing what to expect, but you certainly didn’t think you’d end up actually liking the man behind the screen.

ineffable @euphoria-vmin7

summary: your best friend Jeon Jeongguk has always been amazing and deserved the best, so you’ve hid your love for him. But unbeknowsnt to you, there may be feelings that could change everything between you two…

touch @gardentulips

summary: when you tease and please one another

Multiple Members

friendly fire @kpopfanfictrash

summary: The dynamic: Hoseok; your friend and previous fuck buddy. Jungkook; Hoseok’s roommate and subject of your massive crush. The scene: determined not to drunk-gush about your crush any more (to his face), you decide to seclude yourself from all campus parties. Until, of course, Hoseok guilts you into a favor. Things spiral from there.

the boys are back in town @/dntaewithluv

summary: Getting stood up by your date definitely hadn’t been on your agenda for the evening. Also definitely not on your agenda: bumping into Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook. Together. On the same exact night. It’s been a while since you’ve seen your two best friends, as well as lovers on multiple occasions, from your high school and college days. A chance meeting, some drinks, and a trip down memory lane is all it takes to reignite the attraction between the three of you. Old habits die hard, but these two? They just might be the death of you.

ruin you @taegularities

summary: “His eyes hold unfathomable darkness that lures you in, captures your very soul, steals any air you are trying to draw. And you know without a doubt that you’re on the path to utter and irrevocable ruination.”

ruin you (once more) ^

summary: Taehyung and Jungkook can’t keep their hands off you. Not even in the elevator.

Seokjin

kairos @luffles424

summary: When your financial aid falls through for your last year of school, you fear you’ll have to drop out and postpone your degree. Until Taehyung gives you a suggestion to make a lot of money, quick. His idea can’t possibly end well, can it?

appetence @luffles424

summary: appetence (n.) - an eager desire, an instinctive inclination; an attraction or a natural bondIt’s time for Seokjin’s rut. Are either of you prepared for this step?

tiny lights, tiny lies @ggukcangetit

summary: you aren’t sure when exactly your best friend’s brother went from being an oddly annoying set of broad shoulders to the shoulders you frequently fell asleep against.

Yoongi

the little things @kimtaehyunq

summary: When the present isn’t exactly enough for you right now, Yoongi is here for you through it all. He makes sure you know you aren’t alone and that it’s ok to feel alone.

cyberslut @kimnjss

summary: he has no idea who you are… up front, you’re sweet and innocent - but in reality you’re the exact opposite. running your own nsfw account, where your favorite topic is his hands.

yoongi drabble @joonsgalore

life guard au

Hoseok

benefits @cutechim

summary: you and hoseok have taken the ‘friends’ out of friends with benefits, but exclusivity has its own perks.

Namjoon

namjoon drabble @lovetrivia

summary: You’re a hot girl on Twitch and Namjoon is an absolute simp.

Jimin

baby fever @writtenwhalien

summary: Jimin wants another baby, and much to your delight, he’s determined to give you one.

jimin drabble @/1kook

best friend au

small hands jimin drabble @lavishedinjimin

established relationship au

silk and lace @sunshyngal

summary: Min Nara is the newly dumped fiance to the Crown prince of Korea, Park Jimin. She’s not overtly upset , because at least now she can live her life without the pressure of the monarchy hanging over her head. Besides , Nara has a very dirty little secret. While she spends the day as the perfect high society girl with an impeccable pedigree , her nights are filled with lacy lingerie and webcams. Ignored by the man she’s meant to marry, she revels in the greedy lust of strangers on the internet. It’s her way of saying ‘fuck you’ to a system that sees her as nothing but a toy, molded for the future King. Park Jimin doesn’t know the first thing about his supposed fiancee. And he has no intention of learning either. He knows just what debutante girls are like and he has no patience for the kind. Besides, his girlfriend of three years, the elegant and independent Irene is everything he would ever want in a wife . Or is she?Because in the secrecy of his office , after the day’s work is done , Park Jimin has a very scintillating vice that he likes to indulge in : the beautiful camgirl who calls herself the Temptress. Jimin can’t get enough of the girl’s lush thighs wrapped in silk, the pretty pink of her nipples in see through bralettes and the glittering temptation of the jeweled plugs she likes to stuff herself full with.Jimin thinks she embodies everything he can never allow himself to have as a Prince : filth, sin and decadence , all wrapped up in Silk and Lace.

Taehyung

nip it in the bud @opaljm

summary: You’re not sure how you ended up here, but maybe a shitty ex and a horrible breakup had a hand in what placed you in front of the tattoo parlor. It was already a nerve-wracking experience, but what you never expected was seeing that the owner and artist giving you nipple piercings was your older brother’s best friend you hadn’t seen in ages. to make things even worse, he got fucking hotter.

taehyung drabble @joonsgalore

sugar daddy au

peanut @jungxk

summary: the making of peanut.

Jungkook

pretty kitty @venusiangguk

summary: you’re jk’s baby, his toy, and now his pretty little pet.

heavy metal @hisunshiine

summary: You come home from a trip to find your fuckbuddy has a… hole-y surprise.

devour @bloomsuga

summary: my sweet angel… i am going to devour you

grain of sand @jungkookiebus

summary: Blind since the age of 18 from a genetic disorder, Jungkook walked through life as if he never lost it, but on one fateful day seven years ago he literally almost runs into you. He fell in love nearly immediately. Fast forward to the present and it’s just another day in your quiet life with him by your side.

under the oak tree @mingoyeob

summary: as the eldest daughter of a duke, it’s your duty to marry at your father’s will. yet you didn’t expect to be marrying jeon jungkook, a knight of low status, especially when he departs for an expedition without another word after your first night. when he comes back three years later, this time as a renowned hero, how will you be able to face him and how will things change between you and your new husband?

jungkook drabble @1kook

dilf!jk

commercial break: thirteen ^

summary: Because for as much shit as you let him get away with, Jungkook is certain you’ll draw the line today.

sh. @wwilloww

summary: How could you say no to a month away in the mountains with your friends after six months of grueling quarantine?

jungkook drabble @lavishedinjimin

daddy!jk

OT7/Multiple Members

the end @jimlingss

summary: It’s been a habit of yours to vent in the form of love letters. There’s six in total. They’re kept secret, hidden in your closet. But on your 30th birthday, what you least expect is for each letter to become reality. All done by the whacky ghost of Christmas future trying to grant your birthday wish.

#jjungkookislife fic recs #jjungkookislife fic recs masterlist #fic recs #fic recs masterlist

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stucky fic recs

here are some stucky fic recs! as always, be sure to read the warnings for each fic <3

one shots

finding home | @thedamageofherdays

cap steve x modern bucky

After he is caught in a terrible rainstorm while hiking, Bucky is glad to find shelter at the cottage Steve shares with his daughter and his dog. Bucky ends up finding so much more than just a safe place to spend the night.

x | @dreadlockholiday

steve x bucky

Request: Bucky looking through a glossy magazine and saying something like "God, can you imagine being paid for just looking cute?" And without thought Steve replies, "you'd be a millionaire" and Bucky just blushes furiously while Steve's all like 😳 *oh no, I just said that out loud*

x | @dreadlockholiday (18+)

steve x bucky

Bucky finds his BFF Steve's sketchbook... and it's full of nothing but sketches of Bucky... naked.

sweethearts | @musette22

steve x bucky

Steve confesses his feelings to Bucky using sweethearts

my moon, my man | @musette22 (18+)

steve x bucky (modern au)

AU meet-cute. Strangers on a Train, but with less murder and more sexual tension.

make it till you fake it | AggressiveWhenStartled (AO3)

steve x bucky

“Ned,” Peter said, like a drowning man sighting land. “Ned. Captain America and the Winter Soldier are fake dating right now and it is the most painfully awkward and obvious thing I have ever seen, all of us want to die, Ned.”

things my heart used to know | Nightwing11 (AO3)

steve x bucky

In a world where soulmates can communicate telepathically with their partners, Steve Rogers has always had Bucky Barnes with him, a calming voice in a sea of turmoil. And, when Bucky falls off the train during World War II, Steve experiences deafening silence for the first time.

Now, after crashing a plane in the Arctic to save the world and being frozen for 70 years, Steve’s still trying to figure out how to live without Bucky there. His new friends are trying to help him adjust, to move on. And he thought he was doing better, he really did.

So, why is he suddenly hearing Bucky’s voice again?

catfish | @buckmebxrnes (18+)

steve x bucky (modern au)

Steve Rogers is a famous movie star, known for his role as Captain America. Bucky Barnes is a bored law student who drinks too much wine. Bucky gets on match.com to boost his confidence. What he doesn't expect is a guy using Steve Rogers' pictures on a dating profile. Bucky decides to mess with the guy. After all, what idiot uses Steve Rogers' pictures on a dating site?

Not like it's really him, right? Bucky may need more wine.

let's go have fun | @sebastanbucky

steve x bucky

“Nat wanted me to-” Nat clears her throat and he rolls his eyes. “I wanted to tell you something.” He looks at Steve with a look he hopes says ‘play along’. “Okay. What did you want to tell me?” Bucky has to take a deep breath to keep from laughing again, it helps with his performance as Nat nods encouragingly at him. “I’m gay.” He says, making his voice sound shaky and weak.

the way you came around | sokaless (AO3)

steve x bucky

After a while, Bucky says, “You know, this song sounds like it was written for you.” “That's funny,” Steve remarks. “I chose it because it reminded me of you.” Steve gives Bucky an iPod full of his favourite songs from the 21st century to help him deal with his nightmares. Bucky has a new mission- to find out who Steve is in love with, because there are a few too many unrequited love songs on that iPod.

stuck on you | wearing_tearing (AO3)

steve x bucky (modern au)

“Bucky? You don’t look so hot.”

Bucky makes a tiny little sound in the back of his throat, only to start coughing. Of course he doesn’t look hot. He’s sick and he’s dying and Steve obviously isn’t attracted to him.

you have the place next to my place | justanotherStonyfan (AO3)

cap steve x modern bucky

prompt: “We live in adjacent apartments and our bedrooms are on opposite sides of a very thin wall and one night I heard you crying and talked to you through the wall” AU

Captain America helps the Vet next door.

you’ve got (30) new matches | williamkaplans (AO3)

steve x bucky

When everyone finds out Steve's bi thanks to Bucky's recovering memories, Natasha kicks up her match-making into high gear. Steve has zero luck, but Natasha won't give up, especially when Sam (jokingly) suggests online dating. It isn't long before Steve finds someone, a someone who seems eerily familiar.

perfectly right wrong number | melonbutterfly (AO3)

cap steve x modern bucky

It all starts because Steve is too dumb to handle his smartphone.

A wrong number AU in which Bucky Barnes doesn't enter Steve's life (meaning: Bucky wasn't born until the eighties, but Steve is still Captain America) until Steve accidentally dials the wrong number. Wherein there is a lot of texting, some advice via Natasha and Darcy, a bit of pining, and a first date in an amusement park. Oh, and on top of being a disabled veteran, Bucky is a professional catwalker. Literally.

put your number in my phone | MacksDramaticShenanigans (AO3)

steve x bucky (modern au)

Steve tucks his phone back into his pocket and turns back to the computer. He only has to click a few times before he finds the link to the questionnaire and opens it, inputting the participant number before hitting next. The beginnings of the consent form fills the page, and all Steve has left to do now is wait for the participant— one James Barnes, according to the website— to show up.

Thankfully, Steve doesn’t end up having to wait very long. James Barnes shows up ten minutes early and knocks on the door before cracking it open and peeking in.

“Oh, hi,” he says, when he spots Steve sitting at the desk. He pushes the door open all the way and steps into the room just as Steve spins in the chair to face him.

“Um, I’m, uh, a bit early, but I’m here for the decision making study,” James continues, clear blue eyes flickering around the room before landing on Steve again. The skin between his eyebrows crinkles up a little, and god, Steve probably shouldn’t find his uncertainty as cute as he does. “Am I in the right place?”

wouldn’t it be nice | MacksDramaticShenanigans (AO3)

steve x bucky (modern au)

"You are never going to believe what just happened," Bucky bemoans, shaking his head. He's at Steve's side in a moment and doesn't bother to give any warning before he dramatically falls into Steve's lap. Steve just barely manages to save his book from getting squashed.

"What is it?" Steve asks, matching Bucky's dramatic tone. "What am I not going to believe?"

"I just got off the phone with Natasha," he starts. "She cancelled on me!" Bucky throws his arms up, nearly smacking Steve in the face in the process.

Steve carefully places his hand on Bucky's forearm and lowers it away from his face.

"You're kidding," he says, a frown curving onto his lips at the news.

"I wish I was," he sighs. Bucky presses his lips together into a disappointed line and deflates against the back of the couch, slinking down Steve's thighs a little. "Who goes to Coney Island alone? How pathetic is that?"

Steve snorts, earning a glare from Bucky, and pats Bucky's thigh. "Aw, don't be such a sourpuss, Buck," he says. "Who said anything about going alone?"

all jokes aside | darksknight (AO3)

steve x bucky

"Before we know it Banner’s gonna be makin’ insinuations.” (Everyone "jokes" about Steve and Bucky being in a relationship until, eventually, they admit that they are.)

barnes & rogers and the goddamn truth

steve x bucky (teacher au)

There are three well-known facts at Shield High:

1. The history teacher Mr. Barnes is a stone-cold terror, and it’s not even because he only has one arm. 2. The other history teacher, Mr. Rogers, is a mysterious enigma, and it’s something to do with the body of a Greek God and contradicting stories of his past. (They’re all rumours, anyway.) 3. Mr Barnes and Mr Rogers hate each other.

Bucky wouldn’t have it any other way.

in the shadows | DragonWannabe (AO3) (18+)

steve x bucky

Five times they thought they were almost caught, one time someone found out, and one time they didn't have to hide.

OR:

Bucky and Steve grew up in a time when people like them went to jail.

single and looking | Jaiden_S (AO3) (18+)

steve x bucky

"Bucky held his place with his index finger and turned the magazine over to check the date on the cover. It was brand new, just out this month. An unexpected cord of anxiety tightened in Bucky’s chest. Single and looking? Frantically, he flipped back to the article. What exactly was Steve looking for? According to the article, Steve’s dream girl should be intelligent, altruistic, well-versed in current events and have a wicked sense of humor. Oh, and he had a thing for high heels and red lipstick. Bucky’s stomach churned as he re-read the article. Was that really what Steve wanted? Make-up and stilettos?"

A slightly sappy tale of two utterly besotted super-soldiers who excel at miscommunication.

these american dreams (ain’t no white picket fences left for me) | kariye (AO3) (18+)

steve x bucky

In which Bucky has a house, a dog, an herb garden, and a serious case of insomnia. Welcome to Havensport, Indiana (population 8,294), where Tom’s Neighborhood Grocer stays open all night, little old ladies call the car shop to get their refrigerators repaired, and the heat of summer days and the length of summer nights can make you think that this perfect world will last forever.

i’ve been careless with a delicate man | paraxdisepink (AO3) (18+)

steve x bucky

Steve lets SHIELD think he and Bucky were boyfriends so they’ll let him see the Winter Soldier in medical.

knock on wood | 74days (AO3)

steve x bucky (modern au)

Steve Rogers lives a quiet, steady life, until his next door neighbour moves in and starts having incredibly energetic sex every night. All Steve wants is for him to move his bed away from the wall so the damn headboard doesn't knock a hole through his wall.

progressively bigger keys | spinawren (AO3)

steve x bucky

“A very little key will open a very heavy door.” ― Charles Dickens, Hunted Down

Steve and Bucky, it appears, have less need for a key and more use for a battering ram in trying to come out of the closet.

(The one where Steve tries to do one thing (one thing!) without causing a national ruckus, but the press are determined to see Bucky as Steve's best friend. And nothing more.)

stucky discover gay rights | Alicia_Borealis (AO3)

steve x bucky

“Then, why-” Steve stopped himself and looked at Bucky, who had tears rolling freely down his cheeks. “We’re- we’re not sick?”

“Wait, what?” Tony asked.

“Being a homosexual, it isn’t… wrong?”

The story of how Steve Roger's loved and lost Bucky, then how he got him back and then how he realised he was allowed to love him after all.

thursday nights with bucky barnes | Ellessey (AO3)

steve x bucky (modern au)

Steve has a comfortable, well-worn routine for his Thursday nights, until the old man who runs the laundromat breaks his hip.

Then Steve has Bucky instead.

to seek a nood-er world | jehans (AO3) (18+)

steve x bucky

Send noodz

Steve has been staring at his phone for the last six minutes, eyes narrowed so much they’re almost closed at this point, trying to figure out what the hell Bucky means. Noodz? What the fuck are noodz?

Listen, Steve is at least marginally aware of modern pop culture. He’s heard of nudes — not that nudes are exactly a modern invention; artists have been creating them for millennia — and he does know that people tend to misspell words to be cute or funny. They did that when he was young, too. Because time is a flat circle, apparently.

But, wait—does that mean…?

No. Not possible. Bucky isn’t asking Steve to send him…nudes.

Right?

tied ‘round your throat | sleepypercy (AO3) (18+)

police officer steve x serial killer bucky

Steve's a small-town police officer trying to track a serial killer who's been in Steve's bed the whole time.

much tattoo about nothing | Deisderium (AO3) (18+)

cap steve x modern bucky

Steve Rogers gets a lot of email requests, but never one like this: James Barnes wants to use his healing factor to practice tattoos.

Turns out tattoos give Steve boners.

the perfect man | Ellessey (AO3) (18+)

steve x bucky (modern au)

Setting up a dating profile is decidedly not in Bucky's skill-set, but against all odds he manages to connect with someone who makes the one-night stand he thought he wanted feel like not nearly enough.

kiss me and take off your clothes | steveandbucky (AO3) (18+)

steve x bucky (modern au)

Steve Rogers is dared to send a dick pic to a blog which critiques dick pics (run by none other than Bucky Barnes). Hilarity ensues.

i can’t dare to dream about you anymore | steveandbucky (AO3)

steve x bucky (modern au)

Steve considers himself to be a pretty open-minded guy, which is why he can't quite understand why he feels so uncomfortable whenever he sees his gay roommate kissing guys. He's not homophobic, but how else can he explain the way his stomach twists at the sight?

It takes him a while to catch on.

exam room b | steveandbucky (AO3)

modern steve x nurse bucky

“Wait, what do you mean he asked for me?”

“He asked if the cute male nurse with the ponytail was working today. I assume he meant you.”

kickstart my heart | Kalee60 (AO3) (18+)

doctor steve x modern bucky

Bucky’s Wednesday wasn’t off to a great start. Not only did he wake up in a hospital with his annoyed best friend staring down at him, his treating Doctor just happened to be way too familiar, and the reason for that was slightly mortifying.

With misunderstandings in the air, a snarky nurse who is a pain in his butt and the ugliest neck brace known to man attached to his body. There was no way his Wednesday was ever going to improve. Could it?

you make me feel.. | kalika_999 (AO3) (18+)

cap steve x modern bucky

All Steve wanted was to take a breather, decompress after a mission and go out for a jog in the rain. He wasn't expecting to hide out in a bookstore filled with new and used books or that the employee that worked there thought he was an absolute loser and didn't even realize he was insulting Captain America.

nothing in the world that could stop it | rainbow_nerds (AO3) (18+)

steve x bucky (modern au)

Bucky just wanted to send his best friend a picture of his cat being an idiot while he was taking a bath. Was it really his fault for forgetting the full length mirror right opposite the tub?

rescue me and hold me in your arms | 74days (AO3)

steve x bucky (modern au)

Bucky is on the worst date of his life, and what he really needs of for this waitress to get the message he's sending her with his mind to rescue him. She doesn't, but she does send someone to extract him from a night of torture...

odd ways | peterbparker (AO3)

steve x bucky (modern au)

“And it would have been an amazing night with my son if he wasn’t distracted by the hot guy on the other side of the room,” Sarah sighed, shaking her head. “He’s been looking over at you for the past fifteen minutes.”

Bucky choked on the mouthful of beer he had just taken.

“What?” he croaked. Things were starting to make a little more sense now.

“Right?” Sarah said, waving her hand towards her son. “He completely ignored my garden stories because he’s been making eyes at you so I decided to come over and introduce myself.”

series

rare is this love (keep it covered) | @musette22 (18+)

cap steve x modern bucky

It’s 2014. Captain America has been out of the ice for three years and is trudging along, saving the world and trying to get used to living in the future. Steve thinks he knows how the rest of his life is going to pan out – a life of duty, which he chose when he signed up to be Erskine’s science experiment. But then, he meets Bucky Barnes: the out-of-this-world-gorgeous mechanic and war vet, who turns Steve’s life upside down and makes him question everything he thought he knew. Slowly, Steve comes to realize there is more to life than duty and punching Nazis. Just one problem though: how on earth does a 96-year-old virgin who only just realized he may not be entirely straight make the transition from crush to relationship? Cue healthy amounts of self-doubt, awkward flirting, pretty blushing, existential crises, emotional growth, and maybe, possibly, a sexual awakening.

coming up easy | @musette22 (18+)

steve x bucky (modern au)

“Listen, I was just thinking,” Steve says, his face open, eyebrows raised in a tentatively hopeful expression. “Why don’t you come stay at my place for a while? I’ve got an office that I barely use, and a change of scenery might do you good, right? Help you beat that writer’s block?” With a crooked smile, he adds, “I promise I’m not a serial killer.”

While Bucky would normally crack a joke about how that’s exactly what a serial killer would say, right now, all he can do is blink at Steve in surprise, heart tripping over itself in his chest. Steve wants him to come and stay at his place. In Massachusetts. Just the two of them.

"Oh," Bucky croaks. "I- Wow."

“I mean, no pressure,” Steve says hastily. “Totally fine if you don’t wanna. I just thought I’d offer, in case it might help, y’know?”

“Yeah.” Bucky ignores the little voice in his head that sounds an awful lot Nat and Becca, telling him he’s setting himself up for heartbreak. “I mean, if you’re sure, that would be amazing.”

4 minute window | @cesperanza

steve x bucky

"Look, if they catch me," Bucky muttered, "they're either going to kill me or they're going to put me in a box with a little window and—Steve, I can't."

swapped | writeonclara (AO3)

steve x bucky (modern au)

if u wanted my number u couldve just asked

u didnt have to steal my whole phone ;)

Steve stared down at his phone, confused. He didn't recognize the number – except, oh wait, he really did. That was his number. On his phone.

He flipped the phone over, then slid one hand down his face. Not his phone.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

[stupid fucking] brooklyn hipster bros | relenaflanel (AO3)

steve x bucky (modern au)

Bucky's mother gives him an ultimatum. Bucky doesn't respond well.

All Barneses are stubborn assholes, Steve observes, as though he doesn't see the irony of calling someone else stubborn. Or an asshole.

And Bucky can't even deny he is a total asshole for lying to his mother about dating Steve just so he doesn't have to bring someone else to her wedding, but damn if he's not going to give the lie everything he has.

brought to brightness | eyres (AO3)

cap steve x modern bucky

Army veteran Bucky Barnes has fallen in love with Steve, a guy he met online a few months after he returned from Afghanistan. Only problem is, he doesn't know Steve's last name or even what he looks like.

When his sister helps him send his story into MTV's Catfish, he's hoping they can help him meet Steve or, at least, let him move on with his life if Steve isn't real. Little does he know, Steve and Captain America have more in common than just a first name.

slide to answer | relenaflanel (AO3)

steve x bucky (modern au)

"What do I do?” Steve appealed into the phone. “I’m freaking out.”

There was silence on the other end of the line. It lasted so long that Steve pulled the receiver away from his ear and frowned at it. Pay phones were old. Maybe this one wasn’t working despite the obvious dial tone when he picked up.

“Ok,” a stranger’s voice said over the phone. “First acknowledge the fact that you dialed the wrong number, but be quick about it because my cab is a few blocks away from my own plans and I’m about to drop some truth bombs on you.”

how to woo the winter soldier | writeonclara (AO3)

steve x bucky

“I think I’m ready to date again,” Steve said.

“What,” Natasha said.

“What?” Clint said, lowering his binoculars. He blinked at the dumbstruck look on the Captain’s face, then followed his gaze to where he was staring dopily at—at the Winter fucking Soldier.

“Steve, no,” Clint groaned.

Or: Steve courts the Winter Soldier.

all these things that i’ve done | @not-withoutyou

steve x bucky

Steve was the patron saint of waiting too long. Bucky was atoning for his sins. Maybe they’d both been forsaken, abandoned by the light. Maybe they’d find a way back to each other again.

Post civil war, if things had gone differently.

find a way (to make it back home) | belwrites (AO3) (18+)

steve x bucky (college au)

Fresh off a year abroad, Head Resident Assistant Steve Rogers finds his senior year of college to be full of changes, and he's not just talking about the growth spurt. He's more concerned with the fact that his best friend...isn't talking to him? Is dating his ex? May or may not be missing an arm?

In which Steve has no fucking clue what's going on, but he's trying, Bucky learns how to communicate with his best friend again, and everyone quietly panics about the future.

is it pretending if i already want you? | OhCaptainMyCaptain (AO3) (18+)

steve x bucky (modern au)

Based on prompt: Pretend Boyfriends AU where one of their families is always wondering why they're never in a relationship, so the other offers to pretend to be their boyfriend for some family event

the roommate | layersofart, Niitza (AO3)

cap steve x modern bucky

In which Steven G. Rogers, a.k.a. Captain America, gets a roommate. Who rapidly turns into his "roommate"—in the euphemistic sense of the word.

It takes SHIELD and the rest of the Avengers an absurd amount of time to notice.

dear mr. postman | odetteandodile (AO3)

steve x bucky (modern au)

Steve and Bucky revive an old friendship, get married (but totally just as friends, for reasons), and navigate a few of the many trials of the heart that come with falling in love with your best friend.

fate will play us out | steveandbucky (AO3) (18+)

cap steve x modern bucky

Bucky has landed himself a job with Stark Industries. He doesn't know yet that the job is actually being the PR manager for the Avengers.

Bucky has also started dating Steve Rogers. He also doesn't know yet that Steve is Captain America.

Bucky's life is about to get a whole lot more exciting.

the avengers hate club | notebooksandlaptops (AO3)

pop star steve x modern bucky

Bucky falls hopelessly for Steve and starts an Avengers hate club with the lead singer of the Avengers.

songbird | chicklette (AO3) (18+)

modern steve x musician bucky

At 43, James Barnes is a washed up old man. He’s got a dozen Grammys in the hall closet, an agent that can’t get him a deal, a decade-old case of writer’s block, a moody teen-aged daughter, and the gorgeous actress Natasha Romanova for an ex-wife. Well, one of them anyway. He’s a man who’s given up on finding joy in his life, and if it wasn’t for his kid, he’d have probably found a way to quit the world a long time ago.

Enter Steven Grant Rogers, struggling twenty-something, orphan, and someone who has no idea who Barnes is, other than some musician his mom liked a lot. The two men meet by accident, doing nothing more than passing the time in a quiet bar. But when a pap gets a shot of the two men embracing, Bucky takes it as a chance to finally come out as bisexual, and his agent makes him a proposition: Ten new songs and one very sweet boyfriend will get him a new record deal that will maybe, just maybe put him back on top.

Now all he has to do is write the songs, convince the kid, and not fall in love. Should be easy, right?

the right partner | LeeHan (AO3) (18+)

cap steve x ws bucky

Steve meets a beautiful man with a bright laugh on a sunny day in Italy. Captain America meets the elusive Winter Soldier moments later.

Date Bucky Barnes. Defeat the Winter Soldier. Bring down Hydra. How hard could it be?

#stucky fic #stucky fic recs #steve x bucky #steve rogers x bucky barnes #stucky #bucky barnes #steve rogers

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underrated stevetony fics rec list (P1)

i feel like a lot of really good stevetony fics get swept under the rug because this is such a big fandom and sometimes people miss out on quality content?? so this is a rec list of some of the stevetony fics i feel like everybody should have read/ be reading

Edit (31.12.2020): this got very long (i had almost 50 fics on my list, so ive decided to split this list into two parts. part 2 will be out soon!!)

Edit (20.02.2021): part 2 is out now!!

picture me in the trees: @ifmywishescametrue

Tony and Steve were childhood friends that almost became more, but Tony moved and they lost their chance. Thirteen years later, a chance meeting brings Tony back into Steve's life.

Free: @iwanttopizzamanyou

"Steve reads, and the words dance in front of his eyes, because while this used to be his dream, what he wanted, all he can think about is how this Hell will soon become his full time life."

Steve discovers fame, with fans waiting for him in the lobby and girls passing him their numbers after the shows. It used to be what he wanted, he supposes. Except his future managers keep asking more and more from him, and he's not sure his old life will survive. Tony is ready to help, and compromise, but Steve maybe isn't anymore.

making it work: @/ironarm

“Just tell him you don’t want to see him anymore,” Clint replies, finishing the end of his burger and starting to crumple up the wrapper, “It’s not like you love him or anything.”

“Clint, if I thought I could get rid of him about a week ago, I would have. But for some fucked up reason, I can’t lie to him. It’s like, I see those baby blue eyes, and bam. Whatever barrier that I built up from childhood trauma is gone.”

Clint chokes on the last piece of his burger, almost resisting the urge to smack Tony on the side of his head.

Tony was a fucking idiot.

Boys Like Us: @naferty

The video had been a mistake. One of the biggest mistakes he had ever done in his life, and considering Tony Stark had done a bunch of shit in his younger years, and even older years, that was saying something.

It was just that none of those things were as embarrassing as that video.

He blamed Clint for everything

Stained Fingertips: @thesoundofnat

“I don’t really believe in magic,” he said, clearing his throat. “But I’m almost certain you’re a goddamn wizard, Steve Rogers.”

Steve would remember those words for the rest of his life.

(Or, Steve is maybe slightly obsessed with drawing Tony. Not that Tony minds.)

Inhale, Ex-Sail: @summerpipedream

"Rich pirates decked out in top-of-the-line black market gear,” grumbled Tony, ”why don’t I have the budget to make those again?’

Rhodey inched back so that he and Tony were back-to-back. “We’re apparently law abiding citizens now, which means having to pay taxes.”

Tony scowled. “Urg, right. Remind me why I wanted to do that again?”

Rhodey rolled his eyes. “What was it you called him last time? Your sweet tart? Your apple pie in the sky? The wind beneath your wings? Hopefully he’ll fly here fast enough so we don’t get killed. Or worse, mugged.”

Tony Stark Bingo K1 - AU: Steampunk

As Constant As A Star: @atsadi

The Swan Princess AU

As young children, Prince Anthony and Princess Natasha of neighboring Midgardian kingdoms are betrothed, and spend their summers together every year until they are wed. Tony adores his headstrong friend Nat: it’s her scowly little companion Steve he’s not thrilled about at first. But soon Steve goes from being a thorn in Tony’s side to being his dearest friend – and much, much more than that. Despite Steve feeling the same way about Tony, the pair still dance around each other for years as Steve struggles to accept his feelings for another man: especially one already betrothed to another. Not to mention that Tony is a prince, and Steve is nothing but a squire.

But before they can make peace, Tony is kidnapped and dragged into the beginnings of another conflict in the nearby magical kingdom of Asgard – he really hates magic. With his potential usefulness diminishing by the day, Tony races to escape even as Steve, Natasha, and their friends race to find him and bring him home.

And—just to make matters worse—Tony has been trapped by a powerful spell and turned into a swan, of all creatures. He really, really hates magic.

Always Yours: @hollyjollyhope

Getting kidnapped is normal for them, at this point. But there's nothing normal about this.

And suddenly, Tony has a choice to make.

Oxeye Daisy (patience): @s-horne

“You make me want things I can’t have.”

Steve startled at the voice from behind him and turned around to see Tony standing in the kitchen doorway. He stared straight at Tony for a long moment. The room was quiet, time stretching out in a thick and uncomfortable silence as neither man dare to move nor opened his mouth to speak first.

White Clover (a promise): @s-horne

“Hey, sweetheart.”

Tony lifted his head as he tried to focus on Steve’s voice. When he managed to open his eyes and blink a bit of the blurriness away, he was rewarded with a gentle smile being shone down at him.

“There you are,” Steve said. “Was worried I was going to have to talk to myself.”

Though his tone was light, Tony knew what he meant. It was no secret that Tony was physically weaker and a hell of a lot more human than Steve was and was therefore struggling more with the lack of regular nourishment that came with being held hostage.

“Course not,” Tony said back, voice hoarse but plastering a smile on his face all the same. His head was pounding and his eyes couldn't stay open. “Would I ever do that to you? You’d never get a sensible answer.”

Acta non verba: @firebrands

unapologetic fluff about two idiots who can barely keep it together with how hard they're crushing on each other

or:

tony has to help steve with math + a halloween party = a good time for everyone, eventually

you take me higher than the rest (everybody else is second best): @firebrands

tumblr fill for adi & anthonydarling, who asked for "'Prank' war, but the kind to see who can make the other blush the most in public" from this prompt list

Adjacent, Against, Upon: @firebrands

A political AU!

Steve Rogers is running as the Mayor of somewhere, America. Tony Stark, his campaign manager, deals with a candidate who isn’t interested in lying, and just wants to do good by these citizens, god damn it.

song of unrest: @omg-just-peachy

How was Steve supposed to reconcile all of this? The way he looked so different but still felt so much the same? It made Steve’s head spin. He knows he shouldn’t care so much, that he is what he is, but he just wants to know.

Paint The Town Blue: @omg-just-peachy

Ten years since he’d seen or spoken to Tony Stark, ten years since they’d broken up to go away to school. And now this email. It could be his only chance to see Tony again.

Camelot: @weethreequarter

For one shining moment, there was Camelot.

In 2019, Karen Page meets Captain Steve Rogers to conduct an exclusive interview on his late husband, President Tony Stark.

In 2007, Steve meets Senator Tony Stark and falls in love.

he thinks he’s lancelot (but he’s more of a sir lamorak): @theotherwasdeath

Tony knows firsthand that violence isn’t funny. So why oh why does he think that the scene playing out in front of him, Steve and Victor Von Doom in a knock-out, drag-down fist fight, is absolutely hilarious?

wildflowers: @tinytonysnark

“So,” Steve begins, clapping his hands together, “the city of SHIELD is in debt. The big ups have sent for financial advisors, all the way from DC! They’re gonna take a look at the city’s spending and make some cuts.”

He squints at the camera against the morning sun shining through the courtyard, “I’m not that worried. Everyone here in the parks department is an important member of the team and absolutely needed.”

The camera swings towards the office where from the large glass window, Natasha can be seen picking up the ringing phone before immediately slamming it back down onto the receiver.

[A Parks and Rec AU]

trinkets of your affection: @starklysteve

Kissed him once for every year I loved him, Steve had written.

By that count, Steve owes him five more kisses now.

Tony traces the words, hands trembling, and tips back a shot of Howard's ancient whiskey. None of it burns anymore.

One day, he'll have lived more days without Steve than there are words in the diary.

For the first time since he'd woken with shrapnel in his chest, Tony fears the future.

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Or, five things Tony keeps to remember Steve by, and one thing Steve gives him to remember.

#adi's rec list #stevetony #superhusbands #steve rogers x tony stark #steve rogers/tony stark #steve x tony #steve/tony #underrated stevetony fics #this is part 1 of this rec list #part two will be out soon!!#im planning on doing this for other ships!!#so let me know if there's any ships you wanna see this for

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Sod it

Title: Sod It

Prompt/Day: 10 - Movie/Book/TV Fusion

Tumblr Name:

Rating: PG

Brief summary: Parks and Rec Crossover from the episode "Smallest Park". Hermione and Ron are Leslie and Ben. Most of the dialogue is taken from the scene in the episode.

TW: none

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“Ginny, I can’t. How am I—what now? It’s over. The project’s over and he won’t work with me anymore and I’ve already lost him once! I can’t lose his friendship, too!”

“Hermione, if you really want to keep him in your life, then you’ve got to ease up.”

“Ease up?”

“Yes. You’re...intense. Be less intense.”

All Hermione can feel is anguish and despair. Ever since Ron Weasley came into her life, she’s been on a roller coaster. They hated each other at first glance, but the hatred grew to mutual pining, which led to a secret relationship because of work conflicts at the Ministry. She works for magical law and he’s an Auror, and they’re not always on the same side of a case. It didn’t take long for that to blow up in their faces when Harry found out. And now, now things have unraveled past the point of no return and he wants nothing to do with her!

“Less intense?”

She doesn’t know how to be less intense, but if it’s the only way to keep Ron in her life, she has to figure it out. Hermione stares blankly ahead. It doesn’t take long for a plan to formulate in that brilliant mind of hers.

“Er, Hermione? Are you okay?” Concern fills Ginny’s voice as she waves her hand in front of Hermione’s face.

“I know what I have to do,” Hermione comes out of her daze, grabs her coat and walks out of the room, leaving Ginny gawking in her wake.

A few hours later, Hermione sits on a park bench commemorating all the house elves who died in the recent massacre. Her hands are fidgeting in her lap, pulling at the buttons on her coat. She’s about to give up and head home when there’s a crack. Ron appears out of thin air under a nearby tree.

Hermione jumps to her feet to greet him. “You came! I didn’t think you’d come.”

Ron shrugs as he approaches, “Yeah, well, you only sent one patronus instead of twenty, so, I was curious.”

She takes a deep breath as the words she’s rehearsed over and over are finally spoken. “I’m trying to be a little less intense, and a little more considerate. Have a seat, but only if you want to.”

Ron eyes her carefully as he walks around her and sits down.

“I didn’t listen to you or what you wanted when we ended things. I just—I decided what I wanted and wanted you to want that, too. So, yes, I got mad when you didn’t want that. It’s not fair and I’m sorry.”

“Er, thanks.”

“If you don’t want anymore contact with me, I’ll understand, and I’ll even do my best to accept it—”

“No, Hermione, that’s not what I want. Really...but it’s for the best.” Ron meets her eyes for the briefest of moments before he tears his gaze away.

“Okay.”

It breaks her heart to see him hurt, but she knows there’s nothing she can do, especially if she’s trying her best to be considerate like she says she’s going to be.

“Okay.”

Hermione waits for Ron to say something, anything, but he doesn’t. Instead, he stands up and turns to walk away.

“There is one more option.”

Her voice is soft, yet hopeful. She’s about to lay it all on the line if he’ll listen. Ron pauses and Hermione goes on before she loses her nerve.

“We could just say sod it and do this thing for real.”

Ron turns to face her and Hermione’s heart flutters as she thinks she sees the tiniest sliver of hope in his bright blue eyes.

“What?”

“I—I miss you like crazy. I think about you all the time, and I want to be with you.”

Ron shakes his head and her heart drops, another downward hill on the roller coaster tracks of her life.

“But, we’d have to tell Harry—”

“Yeah.”

“It could turn into a scandal—”

“Yeah.”

“It could hurt your upcoming cases because of a conflict of interest—”

“Yes.”

“How are we supposed to do this?”

“I don’t know. I just know how I feel, and I want to be with you. But I know I have to stop being overbearing, and I can’t force you to do anything you don’t want to. And that’s how I feel. How do you feel?”

Ron’s staring and it’s awkward and Hermione stifles the sob that’s bubbling up in her chest. But then, he closes the distance between them as his hands reach out to cradle her head. His lips crash into hers as her entire body relaxes. All the pent up nerves are flushed away and she relishes in the feel of his lips against hers. Her arms wrap around his neck and he lifts her off the ground. Pulling apart, they both gasp for air.

“I want to be with you, too.”

Finally, all is right in Hermione’s world. She can breathe again. She’s home.

#hpfic #romione ficfest 2021 #romione #ron weasley #hermione granger #Rated T #Ace Safe #Queue up for the Dragon

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dreamypeaches · 4 years

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run, baby, run | jj maybank x reader

request: @drewsephsmiles asked: an imagine where reader and jj sneak into midsummers under a different name, and he finally confessing his feelings as you guys are running away??

summary: angry at your friends for spending the night on the dark side without, you and jj decide to crash midsummers, only to grow closer throughout the night.

warnings: alcohol use, cursing, ward cameron

word count: 3.2k

a/n: this made me so happy while writing it. it’s just a bunch of fluff and dorky jj. also, lmk if you notice the parks and rec reference in here. i think it’s pretty obvious lol. enjoy :)

You and JJ had been abandoned. Thrown to the wayside in favor of some Kook party. And not just any Kook party, but Midsummers, the Kookiest event of the year. To be fair to your friends, none of them wanted to be there either. Pope had to work with his dad, Kiara was forced by her parents, and John B was Sarah’s date. Usually, you would have attended as Kie’s date, keeping her company while the two of you got drunk off expensive champagne. But, since John B was attending this year, you didn’t want to leave JJ all alone. So now you found yourself in the least Kook place in the Outer Banks: lounging on the couch on the porch of the Chateau, smoking with JJ while complaining about your friends going to the dark side.

“Did you see John B is his monkey suit? He looked ridiculous. Sarah’s got him whipped for sure,” JJ noted, referencing the suit Sarah had picked out for his best friend for Midsummers. The moment John B had emerged from his room wearing a dark blue suit and a pair of fancy loafers, JJ couldn’t help but go off on the boy.

“Leave him alone, he’s in love,” You said emphasizing your words with a fake dreamy voice, “Besides, we both know your ultimate dream in life is to go Full Kook.”

“Yeah, well, doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to complain about it now. I mean, that suit probably cost more than my whole life, and Sarah just bought it like it was nothing.”

“You should see her closet. She’s got shit in there that could pay my parent’s mortgage five times over.”

JJ passed the joint you and you took a hit, mind wandering to Sarah’s closet full of beautiful party dresses. JJ sighed and flipped around so his head rested in your lap. Your fingers instantly went to his blonde locks, running through them lazily.

“If I went full Kook, I would buy a suit for every day of the week. No, every day of the month, plus one to sleep in. That’s what I want, so much money that I can sleep in a suit and not even think about it. If I fuck it up, oh well, I’ll just go buy a new one.”

You giggled at JJ, looking down at him as you passed him the joint. His red, hooded eyes met your own, just as glazed as his. For a moment, you were thankful that your friends were all stuck at Midsummers. You cherished moments like this, where it was just you and JJ. You had been friends with him and John B as long as you could remember, the three of you sharing a third grade class. The three of you were thick as thieves. You thought of John B as a brother. JJ, on the other hand, was something else entirely. He was your person, always there by your side. He could read you like no one else could, and you understood him just the same. That’s why you loved spending time alone with JJ. Neither of you had to be anyone else but yourselves. Sure, you could do that with the Pogues, but with you and JJ it was just different.

You’d really started to notice the difference lately. You noticed it in the way he looked at you, in the way his touch would linger on your skin, the way your heart skipped when he laughed and they way your stomach flutter when he sat close to you, like he was doing now.

Looking down at your best friend, observing his lazy smile and the way his hair felt against your fingers, you could safely say you were in love with JJ Maybank. And you were okay with that. You were also okay with never telling him your feelings, because you couldn’t risk losing him. Even if it was only as friends, you wanted to keep JJ by your side for the rest of your life.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by JJ booping you on the nose after handing you the joint, small giggles escaping his lips.

“Whatcha thinking about, sunshine?” He asked. You took a hit to avoid answering for a moment, mind racing to come up with something.

“Just imagining myself as a Kook at Midsummers right now. As much as I complain about it, I actually love getting all dressed up and getting shitfaced with Kie.” You said, Midsummers being the first thing that came to your mind. JJ suddenly shot up from his place on your lap, almost knocking your head with his own in the process. He spun around so he was facing you, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Then let’s fucking do it!” He said. You furrowed your eyebrows at the blonde boy.

“Do what? Go to Midsummers? JJ, how will we-”

“Sarah got John B an extra suit, just in case she hated the way the other one looked on him. And I’m sure Kie wouldn’t mind if you borrowed one of her dresses, it’s not like she uses them anyway.”

You opened your mouth, ready to question every aspect of his plan, when JJ jumped to his feet and stopped you. He positioned himself so he was standing obscenely straight, a studious look on his face.

“Ms. Y/L/N, would you do me the pleasure of allowing me to escort you to Midsummers this evening?” He said in a terrible fancy voice. He extended his hand towards you expectantly. You looked at his hand then up at his face. His gaze was soft as he looked at him, wiggling his eyebrows at you as he waited for your response. After a few moments of thinking over everything that could go wrong, you looked at him again, and remembered, this was JJ Maybank. You would walk through Hell for him. The only differences between Midsummers and Hell was free booze and food.

You gently placed your hand in his, meeting his eyes and smiled.

“It would be my honor.”

After stealing the extra suit from John B’s room, sneaking into Kiara’s house to pick out a dress (you knew where she hid the spare key), and quickly doing you make up in the car, you and JJ parked outside of Kook country club where Midsummers was taking place.

“So what’s the plan?” You asked. JJ just looked at you.

“What do you mean?”

You stared at him incredulously, throwing your arms in the air.

“What do you mean “what do you mean”? What is your plan for sneaking into the most prestigious Kook event in the Outer Banks?”

“When have I ever had a plan?”

You glared at him for a moment, before rolling your eyes and stepping out the car. He met you on your side of the car, positioning his arm for you to hold onto.

“If we get caught, I’m telling them you kidnapped me.”

JJ chuckled and started leading you towards the door.

“Don’t worry, sunshine, we’ll be fine. Just follow my lead.”

You sighed and shook your head, too used to JJ’s antics to truly be worried.

When you were a few feet from the door, JJ leaned down till his lips were close to your ear.

“By the way, you look beautiful, sunshine.”

You turned your head away from him, trying to hide the smile that was stuck on your face.

A man stood in front of the door into the country club, blocking the way. He looked the pair of you up and down as you approached, picking every detail that set you and JJ apart from the Kooks. Despite dressing the part, you two didn’t hold yourselves the same way the Kooks did.

“I’m sorry, but the club is closed for a private event,” The man said with a look that said “sorry, not sorry.”

“Oh, we’re well aware. We’re here to attend. Sorry, we’re running late, you know how women can be with their make-up,” JJ said, motioning to you. You lightly elbowed him while continuing to smile politely at the man.

“I understand, sir, but…the event is at capacity. Maybe next year!” He said, giving you a snide smile. You glared at the man while JJ removed himself from your grasp.

“Excuse me, do you know who I am? My name is Charles Cameron, and I don’t think my uncle, Ward Cameron, would be very happy if his favorite nephew didn’t make it to his party. Especially a nephew who is visiting on his honeymoon and wants to show his wife the absolute best the Outer Banks has to offer.”

You felt your cheeks heat up as he referred to you as his wife. But you didn’t have time to dwell on it as the man opened the door quickly. The look on his face made it clear he didn’t want to take the chance of facing the wrath of Ward Cameron. JJ looped his arm with yours once again and led you inside, giving you a wink and a smirk after thanking the doorman.

“Wow you really unleashed your inner Karen back there, Charles,” You laughed.

“Nah, it was more of my inner Gretchen Wieners. I’m so glad you made me watch that movie last week. I went all my father, the inventor of toaster strudel on his ass,” JJ said, putting on his best teen girl voice.

“I think we need sign you up for acting classes, you’re a natural!”

“Classes? Nah, sunshine. The master doesn’t take classes, he teaches them.”

You threw your head back in laughter as he pulled you to the open bar. The pair of you ordered the fanciest and most expensive drink you could think of, trying your best to blend in with the Kooks surrounding you.

Sipping on your disgustingly expensive drinks, you moved through the crowd. You spotted John B and Sarah at he edge of the dance floor and led JJ toward them.

“What the hell are you doing here? Is that my suit?” John B questioned.

“It’s not like you were gonna wear it. Anyways, Y/N and I were no pissed that you guys abandoned us for this Kookfest, we decided to come crash your party. Free booze, dancing, the chance to fuck with some Kooks, it’s one hell of a honeymoon.”

He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer, giving John B an exaggerated smile.

“Honeymoon?” Sarah questioned, raising her eyebrows and giving you a sly smirk.

“Yup. Oh, and, by the way, if anyone asks, I’m your favorite cousin Charles. Okay, we’re gonna go find Kie. See you love birds later.” He led you away from the dance floor, but you didn’t miss Sarah mouth we’ll talk later at you.

Sarah was the one to help you realize your feelings for JJ. When she had first started dating John B, she has assume the two of you were dating. When she asked you about, you were disgusted. After asking her to elaborate as to why she believed you were dating your best friend, it became less and less disgusting. Suddenly, you realized that you very much wanted to date your best friend. That had been three years ago. Ever since, Sarah was constantly pestering you about telling JJ how you feel. She would always mention things that proved JJ felt the same way. From the way he looked at you, how protective he was of you, how he got jealous when anyone was even remotely interested in you. But no matter how much Sarah pointed out to you, you could never believe that JJ would want to be anything but friends.

The pair of you wandered around Midsummers. You eventually found Kie, who had escaped the center of the party by hiding by the grill with Pope. After complimenting your dress, then realizing it was her own, you were forced to explain how you kinda, sorta broke into her house. You and JJ escaped her wrath quickly, running to the other end of the party. You spent the next hour wandering around, drinking champagne and making shitty small talk with the Kooks who always found ways to rope you into conversations. JJ had somehow convinced a lady that the both of you were very wealthy entrepreneurs on the look out for new companies to invest in.

“So, you do a lot of investing?” The lady, you think he name was Eleanor, asked.

“We like to dabble. I recently invested in some shirts I got a garage sale. Left those at Wendy’s on the way home, so,” JJ raised his glass towards the women, giving her a serious look, “the economy.”

You both let out the fakest rich laughs you could, causing the women to step away from you quickly. Your fake laughs turned into real giggles at the look the lady’s face. You walked father away from the crowd learning against a wall near the edge of the party.

“Who knew Midsummers could be so fun,” You remarked, grinning at JJ. He smiled back, bumping shoulders with you. You dissolved into a comfortable silence, observing the party moving in front of you. You glanced toward the front of the club and noticed the doorman from watching you and JJ.

“JJ!” You tapped the boys shoulder and nodded toward the man. He looked at him quickly before looking back at you.

“I think it’s time for an acting lesson. Lesson one, method acting,” JJ said. He leaned forward, placing a hand on your cheek. For a second, it seems like his lips are heading straight for yours. You stomach flips as he gets closer. But he suddenly changes course, his lips landing on your cheek.

“I don’t think that’s what method acting is,” You said.

“It’s my method of acting,” He whispered in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. He quickly pulled away, going back to leaning against the wall. You gave yourself a moment to calm your racing heart before looking back towards the doorman. He was no longer watching the pair of you, thankfully. You returned your attention towards the party, trying to ignore the tingle on your cheek where his lips has touched.

Your head perked up as the music changed, the band playing Dream a Little Dream of Me. You let out a content sigh.

“I love this song,” You said. JJ gazed at you, taking in the peaceful look on your beautiful face. He slowly took your hand in his and brought it up to his lips. He placed a gentle kiss on your knuckles as he met your eyes. Your breath caught in your throat at the intensity of his gaze and practically swooned at the tone of his voice has he quietly spoke.

“Sunshine, would you like to dance?”

You could only nod, smiling at the boy as he led you to the dance floor. Your hands stayed clasped together, while your other hand rested on his shoulder. His hand landed dangerously low on your hip, gripping it and pulling you close. Your face was only about a foot from his, breath mingling as you swayed to the music.

“You look beautiful tonight,” He whispered.

“You already said that,” You whispered back.

“And I’ll say it again.” He grinned at you, pulling away to give you space to twirl before pulling you back in, closer than before.

“God, you deserve this. Not having to worry about a thing. Getting to wear beautiful dresses and go to glamorous parties. Why do people like Rafe Cameron, the living equivalent of trash, get to enjoy this shit while you, a literal goddess among women, gets stuck on the Cut with trash like me.” He glanced down has he spoke, refusing to meet your eyes. You placed your hand under his chin, lifting it to look at you.

“I’m glad this wasn’t my life. Because if I was stuck on Figure 8 I never would have had met you. I’m glad I’m stuck on the Cut, because I get to stuck with the coolest people I know. Even now, if I were given the chance to go Full Kook, I wouldn’t go anywhere unless you were with me.”

JJ looked at you, mouth agape. Your hand moved from his chin to his cheek. You started to move in, as did JJ, breath picking up the closer you got. Suddenly, a hand slammed onto JJ’s shoulder, making both of freeze.

“Enjoying your honeymoon, nephew?” Ward Cameron spoke from behind JJ. JJ looked in your eyes and smirked.

“Well honey, looks like we’re heading home early.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a few security guards making their way towards you. JJ gripped your hand and began running off the dance floor. You ran with him, laughing as he antagonized the security guards chasing after you. You kicked off your shoes as you ran, making a note in your head to apologize to Kie later. The two of you weaved through the crowd, running down the beach and into a grouping of trees. JJ suddenly pulled you to the side pressing you up against a tree. You could hear the the security guards talking at the edge of the woods.

“Just make sure they don’t make it back in.” One of them said, before walking away. You barely paid attention to the security guards, though, too busy staring into JJ’s eyes. You both were breathing heavily after your daring escape. JJ’s hair was a mess, falling into his eyes. He licked his lips, eyes moving from your eyes to your mouth. You reached up to brush his hair back. Hi hand caught your wrist, pulling you closer to him before his hands wrapped around your waist. His lips crashed onto yours hungrily. You kissed him back with equal fervor, hands tangling in his hair and forcing his head closer. He tasted sweet and bubbly like the champagne you had consumed the night. He tasted like the stars, beautiful and sparkling and like a dream.

When you finally parted to catch your breath. His hand move up to your face, cupping your cheeks.

“I love you, Y/N. It may be selfish, but I’m so glad you got stuck on the Cut with me. Being around you makes me feel like I can be anything and that I don’t belong dead in a ditch somewhere. And for so long I thought I could handle just being friends, but I can’t fucking do it anymore. I want kiss you and hold you and make you feel good!You are my fucking sunshine and I want to give you everything you deserve. I may not be able to give it to you now, but, if you’ll let me, I will stop at nothing to give you everything.”

You were frozen. Tears were gather at the corner of your eyes as you took in his words. One of your hands moved to cover JJ’s on your cheek. You gave him a watery grin.

“JJ, you’re here in front of me. I already have everything.”

He smiled and captured your lips once again, silently thanking the universe for putting you in his life.

#jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #jj maybank fic #jj maybank fluff #obx fic #my writing

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blueskrugs · 4 years

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Let Me Count the Ways | Robert Thomas

this has been on my list since like July and I could just never get around to it. I finally sat down today and came up with something short and sweet.

for @stl-boys55 for helping me come up with this idea ages ago, and for that one anon who asked for Robby fic recs. there’s some description of an injury, but no Robbys were harmed in the making of this fic.

length: 1.8k words

How soon was too soon to fall in love? How did you even know you were in love? You’d always thought that you were too young to know the answers, that it would take a few more years and a few more breakups, but from the day you met Robert Thomas, you were sure you were going to fall hard and fast. It wouldn’t take much, really, with that damn giggle and his habit of sticking his tongue out whenever he was focused on something (which was often). More than that though, Robby was sweet, and funny, and would blush and roll his eyes when you teased him before chirping you right back.

Yeah, you never stood a chance.

It wasn’t until about six months into your relationship that you realized just how in deep you were.

You weren’t sure you would ever get tired of the energy of the Enterprise Center on a Blues gameday. It was crowded and loud, filled with people wearing jerseys of players old and new. Each game was new and exciting, but familiar just the same. You went to games when you could, but it had taken you a while to get used to sitting with the rest of the Better Halves. You were younger than all of them, still in school while they had kids or were on their way to that, and you had felt like you could never belong. The other girls had been unfailingly nice to you, though, so now you looked forward to seeing everyone at games, holding the little ones or standing with them at the glass during warmups, happily playing babysitter for the night. So that’s where you were on a nondescript Tuesday night, Blake Bozak sitting on your lap as the second period started. You were only half paying attention to the game, to be honest, with the Blues already up by three goals as the minutes ticked by. You’re talking to Cris about your plans for the summer, but you’re watching Robby as he clambers over the boards and onto the ice for a shift. It had become habit to keep an eye on him whenever he’s on the ice, which is why you see everything that happens next.

It feels like it happens in slow motion. Robby chases the puck to the boards, but he trips over a divot in the ice before he gets there and starts falling. A Jets player was already coming up to check Robby into the boards, and he doesn’t have time to stop, crashing into his back. Robby hits the boards with his head first, and then his shoulder, before laying there, crumpled, dazed, not moving.

A hush falls over the arena as a trainer rushes out onto the ice. A scrum has broken out, players yelling and whistles blowing, but you don’t really hear any of it. You’re distantly aware that you’re clutching Cris’s hand, and that you’re hardly breathing, eyes still trained on Robby.

He’s rolled onto his back, talking to the trainer, which is good, you know, but you can’t quite quiet the anxiety that’s tightening around your chest like a vise, a heavy weight that settles on your heart. His stick lays abandoned, forgotten, a couple feet away on the ice.

Minutes pass; you’re not sure how long. Eventually someone helps him to his feet, and he makes his way, slowly, off the ice. He’s favoring his entire right side, and they have to stop more than once, though they hadn’t started very far from the door to the bench. You watch as Robby disappears down the tunnel, are still watching even as the puck drops and play resumes like nothing ever happened. You don’t look away until Blake tugs on your shirt, and you tear your eyes away with a smile, but it’s forced.

The Blues hold on to win, someone even scores another goal, but it’s all a blur to you. Robby had come back to the bench early in the third, had even taken a short shift or two, but he mostly had just sat stiffly at the end of the bench and watched.

You make your way down to the tunnels with everyone else after the final buzzer. There are conversations happening around you, but you’re caught up in your thoughts, still seeing Robby lying motionless on the ice.

You’re startled, then, when Robby appears in front of you, showered, but in sweatpants and a hoodie instead of his gameday suit. You stop yourself from launching yourself at him, but just barely, settling instead for wrapping your arms around his neck. He hugs you back, but you can tell that he’s sore all over by the way his shoulders are tense, how he’s holding himself too tightly.

“Can you drive me home?” he murmurs, holding his keys up.

You take them with a smile before taking Robby’s hand and walking with him to the parking garage. You’re both quiet in the car, radio on but turned down low. Robby isn’t on his phone, just looking out the window, and you can’t stop yourself from casting worried glances his way as you drive. He looks pale, washed out by the highway lights coming through the windshield.

He catches you looking his way at one point, mumbles out a, “Stop it,” before turning and looking firmly out his window.

You keep your eyes on the road until you pull into the parking garage. It’s still silent between you as you make your way upstairs and to Robby’s apartment. You’re a step behind him as you step inside and close the door behind you. You watch as he drops his keys in the bowl by the door, and you notice that he’s still moving stiffly.

“How’re you feeling, babe?” you blurt out, taking a step closer and resting your hand on the shoulder that didn’t slam into the boards. “Can I do anything, get you anything?”

“I’m fine,” Robby says shortly, shrugging off your hand and walking towards the bedroom. You’re still standing in the same spot when he comes back, and some of your hurt and confusion must show on your face, because Robby lets out a frustrated sigh. “Look, nothing’s broken, no concussion, I’m just tired and sore. So can you stop looking at me like that?” he snaps.

“I was really worried,” you say softly. “Thought about running down onto the ice myself,” you admit, but Robby doesn’t laugh.

“What good would that have done?”

You sigh, running your hands through your hair. Briefly, you’re glad Robby finally moved out of the Tkachuks’ basement, that no one else is around to listen to this stupid fight.

“I don’t know, Rob! I was scared. You went down hard, and you weren’t moving, and I just-”

“I get hit all the time,” Robby interrupts.

“This was different, and you know it.”

“Is it, though? It would’ve been a perfectly fine hit if I hadn’t been falling, and I’m fine.” Robby pauses. “I don’t get why you care so much about this, why can’t you just leave me alone?”

“Because I love you, dammit, Robby!” you burst out.

Robby freezes, his mouth half open. It’s dark in the apartment, just a single lamp and the light from the bedroom spilling down the hallway, and you’re still standing near the door, Robby sitting on the couch in the living room.

It’s the first time either of you have said those words. You hadn’t realized they were true, either, until they were out of your mouth and hanging in the space between you. It might not have been the best time to say it for the first time, but that didn’t mean you regretted it. Robby still hasn’t said anything, though, hasn’t even moved, and you start to think you’ve made a mistake.

Six months isn’t a long time, not really. You’re both still young, and maybe Robby doesn’t feel the same way. You take a step back, turn towards the door, trying to decide if it would be easier to call an Uber or to call Schwartzy to come get you, but your movement snaps Robby out of whatever daze he was in. He jumps to his feet, stumbling across the apartment towards you. Before you know it, your back is pressed to the wall next to the door, Robby’s hands resting on your hips. He winces, though, and you run your hand up his bruised side over his T-shirt.

“Rob,” you breathe.

“Say it again,” he says, but he brushes a kiss across your lips before you can reply.

“I love you, Robert Thomas,” you say against his mouth before he’s kissing you for real, deep and sweet and slow.

He pulls back after a moment, just enough to bite his lip and look you in the eyes. You grin and tangle your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck.

“I love you, too,” he whispers, resting his forehead against yours.

“You scared me,” you whisper back, and you’re talking about more than watching him get injured.

“I’m sorry,” Robby says back, and he’s talking about more than just the fight. One of his hands slips from your hip and into yours. “Come cuddle?” he asks, and you’re treated to that gap-toothed smile you love so much.

Later, you’re curled up against Robby’s non-injured side while some movie is playing on the TV. Neither of you are really watching, both half-asleep and cozy. Robby has been absently playing with your fingers for the last fifteen minutes, and you’re not sure he’s even aware he’s doing it.

“Thanks for worrying about me,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

You tilt your head to grin at him. “What was that, couldn’t hear ya, babe.”

Robby sticks his tongue out at you, but he leans down to kiss you again. “I love you,” is what he says.

“I love you, too, you dork.” You smirk. “I was thinking about calling Jaden to come rescue me for a moment there.”

Robby groans. “Schwartzy would literally have killed me.”

“Can’t have that, now can we?” you laugh, and Robby tugs you closer, trying to give you a noogie, but your elbow lands in his ribs, and he lets go of you with a gasp. You just laugh harder as he glares at you and rubs his side.

“I take it back,” he says, but he betrays himself with a giggle.

You fall asleep like that, sprawled out and tangled together, as the credits roll, and there’s a smile on your face. Robby will probably be even more sore in the morning from spending the night on the couch, but you think it’ll have been worth it.

#cait writes things #robert thomas #st louis blues #st louis blues fic #robert thomas fic #robert thomas imagine #nhl fic #nhl imagine #hockey fic #hockey fanfiction #i literally still don't know how to tag stories y'all

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collecting-stories · 4 years

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Frostys - Pope Heyward

Request: Could you write some fluff with Pope? Like maybe he comes over to your house bc you’re home alone and scared and it’s like friends to lovers 🥺👉👈

A/N: If you’ve never had Wendy’s before they have a soft serve ice cream in a cup called a frosty and it’s v popular to dip fries in it.

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-Hey-

-You up?-

-Pope?-

You sat in bed, waiting anxiously for his to text you back. You cracked your knuckles, trying to calm yourself down as he continued not to respond. Finally, too anxious to wait around anymore you pulled up his contact, calling him and hoping that he answered.

“Hello?” Pope’s groggy voice came through the phone and you frowned.

“Hey, sorry did I wake you?” You asked, though you already knew the answer.

“No, of course not...why would I be sleeping at 2am?” He said, holding his phone out in front of his face as he checked the time. The notifications of your texts popped up on his screen but he didn’t bother checking them.

“Sorry, sorry.”

“What’s the matter?” Pope asked. You could practically hear the exhaustion in his voice.

“Nothing, no it’s just, nothing.”

“Give me like, ten minutes and I’ll be right there.”

“No, no, Pope...it’s fine, really. Just...go back to bed or whatever, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up.” You insisted, face feeling hot with embarrassment as you leaned forward, forehead almost touching the bed.

“Are you sure?” He asked, sounding hesitant. He sat there with one foot already in a shoe and the other halfway in, his fingers still jammed between his ankle and his sneaker.

“Yeah.” You nodded, sitting in bed with your blanket wrapped around you.

It was stupid, really. Probably. Your parents were out for the night on the mainland, celebrating their anniversary, and you just couldn’t get to sleep. You’d tried everything that usually worked. Reruns of Parks and Rec and Psych. Turning the fan on high with the blankets bundled up around you. Even the sleep yoga tutorial you watched on tic toc didn’t do anything to enhance your ability to fall asleep. And while you laid there in the light of the screensaver on your TV, you swore that you heard a creak in the house. The most logical explanation was that it was your cat, lurking around the house, but you couldn’t help being nervous. So much so that you called Pope.

Your phone rang again and you twisted the blanket until you found it, stuffed up under your leg. Pope was calling you.

“Hello?”

“Hey, let me in.” He said, followed by three raps at your front door that you heard both through the phone and in person.

You got up, grabbing your blanket to keep it wrapped around you as you walked down the steps to your front door. Through the frosted glass on the side of the door you saw Pope’s blurry figure waving beneath the porch light. “What are you doing here?” You asked, door still locked and closed.

“Open the door and find out?” He asked, a hint of laughter in his voice. You undid the two locks and opened the door for him to come inside, hanging up your phone and slipping it in the pocket of your sweatpants. Pope came inside, take away bags in hand as he pushed the door shut behind him. “Alright, I’ve got frostys from Wendy’s and fries from Mcdonald’s.” Pope said, holding out the bags.

You wrapped your arms around his waist suddenly, surprising him and making his cheeks heat up at the feeling of you against him. “Thank you,” you said, squeezing gently.

Pope knew he seemed like the lovestruck hopeless friend who was desperately waiting to be noticed, especially when he showed up at two o’clock in the morning with frostys and fries but he just didn’t care. If you called and needed him then all he could do was come over and help. Whatever it was. You could have called him to kill a spider and he would’ve come over.

“Where’re your parents?” Pope asked, following you upstairs to your bedroom.

“On the mainland for their anniversary.” You replied, climbing back onto your bed, a little calmer now that Pope was here with you. You sat with your back against the headboard and Pope sat across from you, handing over one of the frostys and spilling the fries onto the bag between the two of you.

“I don’t think my parents ever celebrate their anniversary. My dad just gives my mom cards and flowers.”

“They wanted to do a big night or whatever...” you shrugged. You didn’t know all the details but you were sure they were taped to the refrigerator if you checked. “I just, hate being in the house by myself.”

“Well, you’re not alone.” Pope replied, grinning around a spoonful of frosty.

You dipped a fry into your frosty, “thank you, seriously, for coming over. I would’ve been hiding under my bed if you hadn’t shown up.” You admitted. “You’re the best.”

Pope shrugged, taking a handful of fries and starting to talk, not even thinking about what he was saying, “I’d do anything for you.”

“You’re too nice to me.”

“I’m serious.” Pope said, deciding in that moment that he had already said something and he might as well blaze ahead. What was the worse that could happen? Obviously, there was always the chance that you absolutely tore his heart out but you were his best friend. “I love you.”

“I love you too Pope.”

“No, seriously...I love you. As more than a friend.” Pope admitted.

“Pope-”

“I know, I know...you wanna be just friends and you didn’t invite me over here so that I could be that creepy guy friend who reads too much into a friendship and-”

“Pope-”

“-totally just expects you to like me cause I like you or something like that. I mean, it’s fine, I just wanted you to know cause it’s important I guess...not really I mean but kind of, you know just to be honest with-”

“Pope!” You snapped, “shut up!”

He looked startled, sitting up a little straighter, eyes wide as you leaned forward and grabbed the strings on his hoodie, pulling him in to a kiss. Fries pooled around your knee as you pushed yourself up enough to deepen the kiss, trying not to spill ice cream all over your comforter.

“I like you too,” you said when you finally pulled away.

“Awesome.” He replied, almost breathless and dazed as he smiled at you.

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notveryglittery · 4 years

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birthday prince (2)

summary: roman had no idea it was possible to die from too much love but logan sure is trying. words: 2,000 / ship: logince (logan/roman) author’s note: this is part two of my Giving The Gay Anything He Wants series for roman’s birthday (june 4)! all ships are written implied romantic but i’m not stopping you from interpreting it otherwise. check the end notes on ao3 for credit on these gifts (bc i don’t know where to put them in this post)! i hope you enjoy!!

part 1 (roceit) | part 2 (logince) | part 3 (prinxiety) part 4 (royality) | part 5 (dlampts) read on ao3

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Roman woke to the smell of bacon. And eggs. And hash browns. … Cinnamon rolls too, maybe? He groaned, rolling over onto his back. Kicking his legs up, he used the following momentum to swing himself into a sitting position. There was a little bit of vertigo at moving so quickly, but this was how he always got himself out of bed since it usually provided him a sudden surge of energy. He squinted, looking towards the door, and trying to decide how badly he actually wanted to get out of bed in order to have breakfast. On the one hand, it all smelled absolutely mouthwatering. On the other hand, he was very warm and comfortable.

Three precise knocks made the decision for him.

"Roman, are you awake?"

At the sound of Logan's voice, a smile lit up Roman's face. "Yes! Come in!"

The scents of all the tempting foods were much stronger now and, as Logan entered carrying a tray in one hand, it became clear as to why. Logan was still wearing an apron and there was a smidge of flour on his forehead. He moved carefully so as not to spill or drop anything. Roman hoped the mug was filled with coffee made with too much cream and sugar. Before he could offer any help, Logan gestured at him to sit back; in the same moment, he flipped the legs of the tray open. Once Roman was settled, Logan set the stand down over his lap. His nose had been right in picking out eggs, bacon, and hash browns. There was a small bowl of fruit (with green grapes, his favorite!) and yes, the coffee was the exact color as he liked it.

"There are cinnamon rolls baking still," Logan said, sitting down on the mattress and reaching forward to brush Roman's hair back from his eyes. His smile was so soft and fond, Roman thought he might melt if it were directed at him for too much longer. "Did you sleep well?"

Catching Logan's hand before he could pull away completely, Roman pressed a kiss to the bottom of his palm. "I did, thank you. So, what's this for, then?"

Logan shook his head, as if he didn't understand the question. "I'm sure you'll figure it out. Eat. I'll return momentarily."

He was up and gone by the time Roman remembered that his birthday was later that week. He laughed a little, burying his face in his hands. The food was delectable, all of it still hot and fresh. Somehow, the coffee was even better than usual; perhaps because it had been made and served by someone he cared for so dearly. He scrolled through social media as he ate, feeling happy and relaxed. It was an exceedingly nice way to start his morning, especially knowing that he had plenty of things to deal with later on.

True to his word, Logan was back in roughly twenty minutes. He had a plate and two glasses of milk. He seemed satisfied that Roman had finished all his food and, with a snap of his fingers, removed the breakfast tray. He left his things on the bedside table and pulled a notebook from thin air. Roman recognized it as one of his many planners. He sat down again, posture slightly stiff, but Roman could tell it was because he was resisting joining Roman in bed. He wondered how he could convince him…

Flipping through the pages, Logan adjusted his glasses before beginning. “As far as I’m aware, the tasks you had scheduled for today were the following: selecting the name and song for Shoutout Sunday, washing the linens, preparing April’s shorts for compiling, and… corralling Remy to ensure Thomas sleeps well tonight.”

Roman snorted at Logan’s choice of words. “That’s all of it. Thank you for breakfast, darling. I’ve got plenty of energy to get started now!”

Logan tutted and held up a hand to stop Roman from getting up any further. “It is taken care of.”

Roman frowned. “... Pardon?”

“Your chores. The last load of laundry is in the dryer now. I’ve spoken with Thomas regarding Sunday’s video. Bargaining with Remy did take some time. However— Are you crying?” Logan’s voice hitched in sudden concern and he reached over to cradle Roman’s cheek in his hand.

Roman sniffled. “It’s okay, Lo. I’m happy… Just a little overwhelmed.” He pressed his own hand against Logan’s and gave him a shaky smile. “Why did you do all of this?”

Logan shifted so that he was better facing Roman. “You deserve to be taken care of. That is a constant, of course. In particular, this is in celebration of your birthday. I am well aware of the shenanigans made for the day itself so I thought I would ‘jump the gun,’ so to speak.”

Roman didn’t want to be dramatic or anything (hah) but he was pretty sure Logan was trying to kill him. “I haven’t the faintest idea how I could begin to thank you.”

“That’s just fine,” Logan reassured him. “I wouldn’t want you to, anyway.”

Roman laughed under his breath and gently moved away from Logan’s hold. He wiped at the tears that lingered on his eyelashes. “Well, it seems I have more free time than I thought I would. Have you got anything else up your sleeves?”

“Seeing as this garment lacks the necessary amount of fabric to do so, no. However, I did have something in mind that I believe you would enjoy participating in?”

“Lead the way, my star.”

After giving Roman some time to freshen up and change, they left his room, snacking on their cinnamon rolls and milk as they walked. It was still early, not yet noon, and Roman appreciated the peaceful atmosphere more than he thought he would. Normally, there would be music playing, or the television on as background noise in the living room, or the kitchen full of clanging utensils. This was pleasant. Having Logan with him made it all the better.

Eventually, Logan paused at the door between his and Patton's rooms. It was decorated with stickers, paint, glitter, buttons — any and all crafts that would fit basically, for that's exactly what was on the other side. Simply called the Crafts room, it was a creative space available for anyone to use however they pleased. Roman most often honed his vocal talents but he knew that Virgil liked to paint murals on the walls. When Logan led the way inside, the room transformed to match his vision. Warm sunlight spilled in from multiple windows. There was a rolling cart filled with every color of paint Roman could ever think of and more. There were a handful of easels, all holding various sizes of canvases. On the table in the center of the room was a stack of paper bound by ribbon, numerous pens, and a platter of snacks. Speakers set up in the corners of the room were already playing music.

"Will this suffice?" Logan asked, breaking Roman out of his daze.

"Suffice… Moonbeam, this is wonderful! And that smell… Is it—?"

"Jasmine to produce feelings of confidence and Eucalyptus to boost creativity."

“Well, they certainly are doing the trick!” Roman exclaimed, skipping fully into the room. He darted for the nearest easel, grabbing the handle on the cart as he did and pulling it over with him. His head was already full of ideas, sprawling landscapes and detailed portraits and, and, and!

The next hour passed in comfortable silence. They did, occasionally, duet along to various Broadway or Disney love songs that came through on their playlist. Sometimes, they dissolved into giggles afterwards, or they’d pause in their work to send each other sappy smiles. Sure, Roman was immensely curious about what Logan was working on, but he knew best what an awful thing it was to be interrupted while spending time with one's muse and motivation. Besides, he wasn't sure he could find a moment to pause in his own projects even if he wanted to. He moved from canvas to canvas smoothly, a new creation springing to mind the second he finished the last. There was an open expanse of night sky, stars dotted in yellow, blue, and red; a portrait of the lovely Valerie, dressed up and imagined as one of Roman's fellow knights; some abstract thing that was only recognizable from upside down and depended on the viewer having seen Parks and Rec at least two and a half times.

Eventually, though, his energy waned, and he set down his paintbrushes to take a break. He dropped a kiss to the top of Logan's head as he stepped by before taking a seat at the table, and reaching for the snacks. He went for a bagel but appreciated the variety of fruits and veggies, too. A few minutes later, Logan looked up from his work. He looked satisfied.

“All done?” Roman asked, interest piqued once more.

“Yes. Thank you for your patience.”

“Oh. Lo, that’s nothing you need to thank me for. This was really nice. Honestly, I didn’t realize how badly I needed it.”

Logan leaned closer, startling Roman when he kissed him quickly on the nose. Logan licked his lips after, smirking. “You had a bit of cream cheese…”

Roman made a sound akin to a tea kettle whistling.

Wasting no time, Logan stood and positioned himself in front of one of the windows. He looked as handsome as ever, silhouetted by the sunlight. He seemed relaxed and confident and Roman quite suddenly began to worry about his well being again.

He squinted at the brightest star in his sky. “... What are you up to?”

Logan cleared his throat. And began to sing.

It felt like the floor gave out underneath Roman. He might as well have no longer been tethered to his body. It was a miracle he stayed present enough to continue listening; he assumed it had something to do with knowing that missing even a millisecond of this would be the biggest regret he could make. Not only was Logan singing, completely of his own volition, he was singing about Roman. Lines about his bravery and his recklessness, his confidence and his ego, his creations and his work ethic. It was balanced, neither too praising nor too harsh. There was mention of how much love he carried, of how he deserved to receive as much as he gave, of how there was magic at his fingertips.

By the time Logan finished, Roman was outright sobbing. It wasn’t fair, how someone he loved so much, so so much, could make something so beautiful and heartfelt for him. How was he ever supposed to return the favor? When Logan pulled him up and out of the chair, he fell easily into his arms and tried to quiet his weeping.

“I would apologize for making you cry but that would be apologizing for the things I said, which I cannot do. I mean every word. My life is better with you in it. You inspire us all to be our very best and that is so admirable. Happy birthday, your highness.”

“Stop, stop,” Roman argued weakly, pouting up at Logan. “You’re killing me. You’re so cruel.”

Logan smiled down at him. He took a handkerchief from his breast pocket and patted Roman’s face dry. “I suppose you’ll do something about it?”

“Yes,” Roman answered vehemently. “Your punishment is to be trapped in a pillow prison. A blanket barricade. Confined by cuddles.”

“Oh no. That final one might be the worst sentence of them all.”

Roman pressed a kiss to Logan’s jawline before firmly grabbing his hands. “I’ll have to stay and make sure you don’t escape, of course.” He began to pull Logan out of the room, cheeks starting to hurt from his wide smile.

“Of course,” Logan agreed, in a tone so gentle, it should have been impossible.

Perhaps Roman kept this thief of his heart wrapped up extra tight and snug in his arms, but that wasn’t really anybody else’s business, now was it?

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spoookymuulders · 3 years

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haven’t felt like this my dear (since can’t remember when)

read it on ao3 HERE full series HERE word count: 2,211 WARNINGS: mentions of harassment, mentions of death

Life is made up of ever so many partings welded together. - Charles Dickens

Hotch feels more out of place than he has in a long, long time. But he’d promised Haley ages ago that he’d try to get back into the whole dancing thing, and it feels only right to honor her memory this way. He hovers at the edge of the dance floor, nursing a drink slowly, and is debating leaving when he feels a tap on his shoulder. He turns around, brows furrowed, and blinks when he comes face-to-face with a pretty redhead boasting a dazzling smile.

“There you are!” She says brightly, looping her arm through his. He’s about to ask if he knows her when he recognizes a flash of fear in her eyes. His own dark eyes dart around the room for a moment, profiling everyone in an instant before they settle on a man who’s stopped about fifty feet away from them.

“I believe I owe you a dance, sweetheart.” He says, just loud enough for her pursuer to hear, and sweeps her onto the dance floor. As they sway with the music, the tension begins to leave her shoulders and she begins to relax, looking up at Hotch with a sheepish smile.

“Sorry to ambush you like that. He just wouldn’t stop following me and hounding me for dances.” She says, hunching her shoulders a little. Hotch offers a small smile of his own, shaking his head.

“Don’t worry about it.” He tells her, his eyes roaming the dance floor still. “It’s my job to look out for people.”

“Are you a cop or something?” She asks, tipping her head.

“Mm. Or something.” He says, looking back down at her and smiling when she chuckles. They fall into a steady rhythm of dancing and chattering back and forth, the redhead introducing herself as Kit after a couple of dances. After an hour or so, Hotch secures them a table and disappears momentarily, returning quickly with two glasses of wine.

“This is the first time I’ve seen you here.” Kit says after a sip, tipping her head. Hotch hums.

“I uh - I haven’t been in a long time.” He muses. She tips her head curiously, but doesn’t ask why, and Hotch appreciates that. They spend the rest of the evening chatting and going between their table and the dance floor, and the emcee is calling last dance and last call before they know it.

“Oh, my gosh - I didn’t realize how late it was!” Kit gasps, and Hotch would be lying if he said he doesn’t admire the rosy flush to her cheeks as she laughs softly. Pushing her hair back, she stands and smooths her skirt, clearing her throat. Hotch stands with her, trailing along beside her as they head for the coat check, and she smiles warmly when he helps her slip her coat on. He walks her out to her car, hovering as she unlocks and opens the door, his eyes roaming the parking lot for a moment before she speaks again.

“Thanks for my rescue tonight.” She says, looking up at him. He offers a small smile in return.

“It was my pleasure.” He tells her earnestly.

“Maybe I’ll see you again next Thursday?”

“Maybe.” He says. She smiles, squeezes his arm once, and gets in. He waves as she drives away, then exhales softly. As it happens, he doesn’t see her next Thursday, but he can’t deny that his heart flutters just a little when she beams at him from across the rec room the week after that.

****

It’s been three months since Hotch first rescued Kit at the community center, and their Thursday night dances have become quite the regular thing. Tonight is no different, the two of them arriving around the same time and walking inside together. They spend the evening together, as they always do, and snag their coats together as the emcee calls last dance. Kit is wearing a pale pink dress tonight, her deep green peacoat complementing it prettily.

He’s told her a little about Haley at this point - not much, just that she passed a year or so ago, and he’s been raising his son on his own (with the help of his friends, thank God) since then. She’s told him about her last ex, how he’d refused to call her anything but her full name (Katerina, she told him), and how they’d been engaged until she came home one evening to find him in bed with one of her friends. They’ve told each other about their jobs - he as a member of the BAU, she as a teacher - and everything else they can think of, and Hotch would be lying if he said he didn’t want to kiss her.

Now, the music is fading as they meander away from the community center, Hotch with his hands stuffed into his pockets and Kit with hers clasped behind her back - as a rule of thumb, they both drive, but her car had broken down on the way home from work this afternoon, and she’d insisted she didn’t need a ride because it was only a ten-minute walk. But then, what kind of gentleman would he be if he didn’t at least offer to walk her home? They chatter now and then, mostly enjoying the silence; it’s a comfortable silence, the kind of silence one might have with a friend they’ve known all their life. As they approach a quaint apartment building, Kit turns to lean against the railing of the concrete stairs and smiles up at him.

“Thank you for walking me home.” She says warmly.

“I should be thanking you. That first night, I was about to leave before you came over.” Hotch confesses. Katerina tips her head thoughtfully, watching him for a moment, then hums lightly.

“Save me a dance next week?” She asks with a smile.

“Of course.” He says warmly.

She grins at him, then turns to go up the stairs. She pauses at the top, turning around again to give him a gentler smile.

“Goodnight, Aaron.” She says softly. His heart flutters in his ribcage.

“Goodnight, Kit.” He returns, his voice soft as hers.

She turns to go inside, then comes back down the stairs quickly. She stops at the stair in front of him so they’re eye-level, then leans over and kisses his cheek lightly before scurrying back up the stairs and slipping inside. Hotch watches her go, his cheeks burning, and he touches his fingers to the spot she’d kissed before turning to head back to his car.

****

Jack’s kindergarten teacher is named Miss Bliss, and Hotch doesn’t think he’s ever heard a more appropriate name for a kindergarten teacher. He wants more than anything to make a good impression.

Picking his kid up 45 minutes late? Not the best way to do that.

He hurries down the halls of the school, a grimace glued to his face as he tries to make himself look somewhat more presentable while he approaches the classroom and slows his pace. He can hear Jack’s bright laughter from within and it makes his heart lift just a little. When he pokes his head into the room, it’s to see Jack and his teacher perched on the floor, a CandyLand board between them. Jack is hopping his piece across the board, grinning at the teacher as she cracks a joke.

As Hotch comes all the way into the room, Jack looks up and shrieks happily, leaping to his feet. Miss Bliss looks up as well and startles, standing and dusting her skirt off as Jack sprints across the room and throws himself into Hotch’s arms, already talking a mile a minute. Hotch hugs him tightly before looking up and blinking twice as he finds himself face-to-face with Katerina.

“Uh - why don’t you go grab your backpack and your lunchbox, buddy?” He says, setting Jack on his feet. Jack nods and bounds over to his cubby, leaving his father alone with his teacher. He turns his attention to Katerina - Kit - Jack’s teacher - and offers a small smile. “I’m sorry - I didn’t know-” He starts.

“It’s alright, Mr. Hotchner.” She assures him, and though she’s being formal, he feels his heart flutter a little at the warmth in her voice. “I don’t mind hangin’ out with Jack a little extra. He’s a great kid.” Hotch feels his heart swell with pride, and he offers a small smile as Jack comes bounding back over, his backpack bouncing against his back as he takes his father’s hand. Miss Bliss crouches beside him and holds up hand, grinning when Jack gives her a solid high five.

“See ya later, alligator!” He says brightly, and when Miss Bliss laughs, it sounds like the tinkling of a music box and Hotch feels his heart flutter again.

“In a while, crocodile!” She returns, straightening up again and giving Hotch another smile. “It was nice to see you, Mr. Hotchner.”

“You too.” He says. Before he can say anything else, Jack is hauling him out of the classroom and shouting a goodbye over his shoulder, chattering brightly to Hotch as they go, but Hotch finds that he can’t stop thinking about bright blue eyes and copper hair in gentle curls.

****

It’s a Saturday, and for once Hotch hasn’t been called away for a case, so he’s making the most of the day and spending all of it with Jack. Their first stop is their favorite cafe for breakfast - a chocolate chip muffin for Jack and a bagel for Hotch - but as soon as they walk in, Jack seems to have other ideas.

He’s halfway across the cafe before Hotch can snag the back of his shirt and stop him, making a beeline for a young woman perched in the corner of a bench and tapping away at her laptop vigorously. Hotch hurries after him, ready to apologize to the redhead, but when she pulls her headphones out and beams at Jack, he realizes who she is.

“Miss Bliss.”

“Mr. Hotchner!” She says, smiling up at him. “How are you?”

“I’m well, thank you, how are you?” Hotch asks, squeezing Jack’s shoulder gently.

“I’m great, thank you! What are you guys up to today?” She asks. Jack launches into a whole regale of their plans for the day, and Miss Bliss listens with a smile, putting her chin in her hand. Hotch’s gaze darts between the two of them, and he glances down at Jack when the boy tugs on his sleeve.

“Can we, dad?” He asks, pouting up at his father. Hotch blinks at him and Jack giggles quietly. “Miss Bliss invited us to have breakfast with her!”

“Oh - oh! We wouldn’t want to impose-” Hotch begins, but she waves a hand.

“Please, I’d be more than happy for the company.” She insists, closing her computer and offering a warm smile. “Give me something to focus on other than this.” She leans over, tucking her computer into a bag by her feet and waves a hand for Hotch and Jack to join her. Jack wastes no time in clambering up and claiming the spot beside her on the bench, leaving Hotch to settle opposite her and watch as she chatters with Jack about their weekend plans.

His chest tightens and he excuses himself to go order their breakfasts. He places their orders and moves to the other end of the counter, stealing glances at Katerina and Jack while he waits. Jack is sitting close to Kit, and she’s got her chin in her hand while he talks a mile a minute about something or other. There’s a sparkle in her eye as Jack talks that makes Hotch’s heart skip a beat, and he exhales unsteadily, shaking himself a little. The barista calls his name and he thanks the kid, taking the pastries and heading back to the table. He settles into his seat, passing Jack his muffin, and the boy stops talking immediately, tearing into his goody eagerly.

Jack finishes his breakfast in record time, doing his best to sit patiently while the grownups finish theirs, and as soon as they’re done he’s asking if they can all go to the museum. Hotch chuckles as Kit dusts the crumbs off her hands and onto her plate, shrugging when she looks at him.

“Let’s go to the museum!” She says, grinning when Jack lets out a little whoop. She ruffles his hair gently, stooping to pick up her bag as they stand. Hotch takes their plates back up to the counter, thanking the baristas again. As he walks away, Jack tugs on Kit’s hand lightly. She crouches beside him.

“What’s up, buddy?” She asks, brushing a few crumbs off his shirt gently.

“My dad really likes you.” He says nonchalantly, and Kit chokes on air for a moment, clearing her throat quickly and standing as Hotch comes back over. Jack beams up at both of them and takes a hand each, already chattering brightly about everything they’re going to see and do at the museum, and Hotch thinks that this is the beginning of something more than just a beautiful friendship.

The purpose of our lives is to be happy. - The Dalai Lama

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nano--raptor · 4 years

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Plea

Pairing: Bi!TJ Hammond x Female Therapist!Reader

Word count: 3k

Summary: TJ comes to you in a moment of weakness because he doesn’t know where else to go.

Warnings: Angst, mild panic attack, kissing, oral (male rec), sex, smut, soft smut, light bondage, some fluff, feelings etc

A/N: written for @the-ss-horniest-book-club , inspired by the prompt below from @littledarlinhavefaithinme. Huuuge thank you to Allie @hawksmagnolia for all the help and support on this one, helping me with plot points, and making this lovely moodboard. ❤️❤️ TJ is a soft precious bby and I love him, and I'll be definitely be writing more parts for this💕

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Amber light streamed into the car from the street lamps above as TJ gripped the steering wheel with white knuckles, trying to calm his racing heartbeat. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been sitting here, parked just down the street from her house, at nearly one in the morning. His mind wouldn’t stop running, he didn’t even remember the drive here, which added to his panic. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t focus, he felt pulled in a thousand directions. He forced himself to look at her house, to notice the details about the roof, the porch, the shrubs that lined the pathway down to the street. It was familiar, he’d walked that path before.

This time, however, he couldn’t get himself to move.

“Go, fuck,” he hissed into the darkness. He hated himself right now, how he couldn’t even get out of the goddamn car on his own. Pathetic.

“Fucking go, you coward!”

Squeezing his eyes shut, he finally got himself to release the wheel, wrenched the door open and scrambled out of the car, slamming the door behind him. He took off towards the house and didn’t stop running until he reached the front door, hammering the doorbell several times before he could stop himself and run away.

Then he waited. Fidgeting, panting, closing his eyes again and clenching his fists.

Help me.

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“Coming! Hold on!”

You hurried down the hall towards your front door, pulling a robe over your sleep shirt and shorts, cursing whoever was frantically ringing your doorbell at 1am. Yanking the door open, the rant died on your lips and you were shocked to see TJ standing there, of all people. He was a mess; red eyes, dishevelled hair, looking hopeless and on the verge of panic.

“TJ? Oh my god, what are you doing here?”

“I-I didn't know where else to go…” his voice trailed off, small, defeated, and you reached out to grab his wrist, fearing he might run if you waited even one more second.

You pulled him inside and wrapped your arms around him while he leaned into you, arms hanging down by his sides. You held him tight and stroked his hair, trying to provide comfort.

He'd been here before, outside of your sessions, that's not what surprised you. What surprised you was that he'd shown up here in the middle of the night, completely on his own, out of the blue. It must have been really bad today.

TJ started leaning his full weight against you, and you carefully lowered the both of you down to the floor. He curled up against you and tucked his head under your chin, and you instinctively started rubbing his back. You just held him, and you’re not sure how long you sat there before you could finally feel him starting to relax.

“What do you need, honey? You wanna talk about it?” You kept your voice gentle, soft, not wanting to add to his panic. He shrugged, and you could feel his warm breath and his soft-as-sin lashes against your chest. You held him tighter, trying to shield him from the whole world in your arms.

“It’s safe here,” he finally spoke, so quietly you almost didn’t hear him. “I’m losing control… I can’t stop it.” He sounded so helpless and defeated that your heart was breaking. The fact that he came here, to your house, to you, at his most desperate hour, spoke volumes.

“I’m so glad you came here TJ, I don’t even care what time it is.” You meant it to be soothing, to be a sentiment, but TJ misunderstood, and suddenly pulled sharply away from you.

“Shit. I shouldn’t have come here, this isn’t your burden.” His eyes were wide with panic again and he tried to jump up, but you caught his wrist at the last second and held it with everything you had.

“Stop.” The word came out more biting than you intended, but it worked, stopping him in his tracks. He stared at you, wide-eyed, and your grip on his wrist tightened, pulling him back down to your level. He dropped to his knees and you held his face in your hands, forcing his eyes to meet yours.

“No. You do not get to come to me like this and then take off right away without letting me help you. Let. Me. Help you.” Your eyes flicked back and forth between his, searching, waiting and praying for him to come back to you. TJ was prone to panic attacks and rash decisions, and you were beyond grateful that he’d come here so that you could help him through it. But now, he had to fucking let you help him.

TJ blinked a few times as he processed your words and slowly raised shaking hands to grasp your wrists. A hundred emotions flashed through his eyes before they closed and he leaned into you again, letting out a shuddering breath against your skin.

“I’m just so fucking lost, every goddamn day is a struggle, I’m loosing my grip, I’m exhausted. I - I can't do this anymore.” When you felt hot tears against your skin, that did it for you, and your own tears that had been threatening to fall finally did. You lifted his chin and held his face again, but his eyes flicked away, ashamed of admitting the depth of his struggles to you. As if you hadn’t already known. But this was different, this was raw and real and off the record. This was in the moment.

“Look at me TJ.” Another sharp delivery and his eyes slowly slid up to yours. He looked so defeated. “I’m glad you’re here. Okay? You’re not a burden.”

A beat passed and you held each other's gaze for a moment, your eyes flicking down to his mouth and back, his doing the same, before he was crushing his lips to yours and leaning into you, desperately trying to hold onto something tangible. You kissed him back, all your emotions pouring into it, trying to show him that he did mean something to you, that you cared. He was hurting, but he kissed you with a fervor that was fighting to break free, and you yearned to help him. But you had to keep him from running.

An idea struck you and you pulled back slightly, still cupping his cheek, searching his eyes. He blinked, lips parted and swollen, cupped his hand over yours to keep that connection.

"Do you trust me?" You whispered. You knew he did, it was himself he didn't trust. TJ nodded, and you moved to stand, guiding him to his feet with you. His hand still clasped in yours, you led him down the hall, away from the doors he would normally go through, and up the stairs to your private home. Once inside you closed and locked the door, then turned and pressed your body against him, gently urging him back against the wall. His lips found yours again and his hands circled into your robe and to your waist, fingers gently fumbling around the hem of your shirt. Your breath hitched once he touched your skin, and you let a soft moan escape your mouth, encouraging him.

TJ lifted his hands to your shoulders to push the robe off, and it fell to the floor, along with his jacket. You pulled away briefly to get another look at his eyes and the way he looked back at you, with a spark of hunger, made your stomach flip with excitement. He cupped your cheek again and pulled you back in, almost possessively, and for a moment you were proud of him.

It only lasted a moment though because soon you were both stripping each other’s clothes off, desperate to get hands on skin. When you were down to your underwear you led him to the bedroom and pushed him down onto the bed, then slowly peeled your panties off, hips rolling side to side. TJ's eyes were wide, glued to your movements. You pushed them down your legs and stepped out, bare before him now, crawling onto the bed. You were happy to see that he finally looked a little more relaxed, the tiniest of smirks pulling at the corner of his mouth.

“Do you trust me?” you asked him again. He nodded and responded, his voice hushed but a little more confident.

“Yes.” You leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to his lips before sliding off the bed and moving to grab something out of your dresser. Turning back to face him, you pulled a strand of silky fabric through your hands, letting it glide between your fingers. TJ raised an eyebrow, but he didn’t move, which was a mini win in your mind. You crawled back onto the bed and nibbled your bottom lip, watching his eyes as you straddled his legs.

“Give me your hands,” a gentle command, but TJ obliged without hesitation. You took his hands in yours and slowly wrapped the scarf around his wrists, looping it over and around, binding them together. Your heart was racing, and you wondered if his was too as he watched you work. You raised his hands to your lips and pressed kisses over his fingers, his knuckles, and he followed your movements again with soft eyes. It made your heart leap to see him looking more calm, more relieved, and you couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face.

You leaned in to kiss him again, urging him back against the pillows as you guide his arms up above his head. His mouth only left yours for a second as he raised them, and you smiled against his lips, wrapping the end of the scarf around your headboard, securing it tightly. You pulled back to examine your work and TJ bit his lip as he tested the binding, pulling at it just a little bit. You both smiled, yours slightly more devious, but you could see the spark in his eyes and it made your heart soar. If you could help him navigate the darkness by finding a way to get him out of his own head, you were more than happy to try.

“Are you comfortable, sweetheart?” You cupped his cheek and stroked it gently with your thumb, and TJ nodded, leaning into your touch again, nibbling his lip in anticipation. You trailed your fingers up his arm to test the bindings, gently fingering the silk, ghosting your fingers over his skin. Goosebumps were forming already from your light touches, and you looked forward to making him feel even better. You kissed him once more and he was hungry for it, licking into your mouth, gentle moans rumbling up from his chest.

You trailed kisses over TJ’s jaw, to his throat, lingering over his pulse point before continuing downward. Gentle kisses along his collar bones, over his chest and down his stomach, abs flexing under your light touches. He moaned again, the sweetest sound, it was soft and needy and it shot straight to your core. You were trying to put his needs and care before your own, but you couldn’t deny your desire for him either, TJ was charming and downright gorgeous, and had a knack for making a partner feel like they were the most important person in the world.

As you trailed your lips further down, fingers ghosting along his sides, he started squirming, whimpering as your tongue traced along his hips. You peeked back up at his face, his eyes were closed, lips parted, and he looked perfectly beautiful. Hooking your fingers into the waistband of his boxers, you slid them down over his hips and out of the way, finally freeing his cock from its confines. He squirmed more as you teased him, your lips going everywhere except where he needed you. He was murmuring and rolling his hips, trying to get your mouth on him, and when you finally licked a hot stipe up the underside of his cock he whined loudly and his back arched off the bed.

“Ahh, fuck baby, yes…” You took him all the way into your mouth now, and his eyes shot open with a gasp, before he dropped his head back to the pillow with another moan. He tugged on the binding, arms flexing deliciously, and you felt him twitch in your mouth, loving that boundary set for him. You knew he wanted to touch you, any time you’d had him in your mouth before his hands always ended up tight in your hair, and while you longed for his hands on you now, you knew this limit was good for him. He’d come to you tonight begging for your help, and while this maybe wasn’t what he’d had in mind, it was keeping him occupied and keeping his mind out of that dark place. You’d tie him up and hold him tight as much as he needed if it meant he felt safe.

You hummed around him and swallowed him down until he bumped against the back of your throat and the sound it pulled from him was fucking music to your ears. Sure he’d bared his soul to you before, but the vulnerability he’d show in the bedroom always made your heart melt. You swirled your tongue around him as you moved your mouth up and down the length of his cock and you could tell he was close. Speeding up your motions you smoothed your hands up his thighs and along his sides, then dragged your nails gently back down the planes of his stomach. Soon TJ started mumbling under his breath and seconds later he tensed all over with a gasp and shot his hot climax straight down your throat. Moaning around him, practically purring, you grasped his hips and dug your fingertips in, holding him tight, milking him for everything he had as he rode out the waves of his orgasm.

Pulling off him gently, TJ’s eyes fluttered open and he looked utterly spent. Flushed cheeks and chest, he was panting and sweaty, his eyes followed the motions of your tongue along your lips as you liked them clean. He pulled on the bindings again with a whine, trying to reach out and touch you, grunting in frustration.

“You okay sweetheart?” You crawled over him again to press your lips to his, voice dripping sweetness as you checked in on him. He kissed you back, hungry, desperate, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth as a tiny show of defiance. You pulled back and smirked at him, lightly patting his cheek. “Answer me honey.”

“Yeah baby,” he croaked, his eyes still hungry. His hips rolled up against yours and you smiled, sitting upright, splaying your hands on his chest. You wanted him as badly as he wanted you, and while you wanted to tease him more and make him squirm, you were aching for more of him.

“What do you want sweetheart?”

“I want you,” TJ gasped, clenching his hands into fists. “I need you. Please baby.” You nearly purred out loud as he started begging.

“Oh honey, you want me so bad don’t you?” You cupped his cheek and your heart soared as he nuzzled into it, nodding and looking up at you through his lashes, his plea barely a whisper.

“Please…”

Oh god. He looked so beautiful and needy and he was absolutely loving being tied down. Looking at him sent a fresh spark straight to your core and you backed your hips right onto his needy cock without being able to wait another second.

TJ tried to hold eye contact, he really did, but as soon as you moved your hips down and your dripping wetness slid around his cock he couldn’t help the desperate, carnal moan that tore from his throat. His hips bucked hard into yours and his back arched and it was so hot that you wanted to remember this, the way he looked beneath you, as long as you lived. You started rocking your hips, angling them so he’d reach as deep as he could and soon you were both writhing and moaning and it was glorious. Throwing your head back you ground down on him, your moans and his both filling the room. Nothing else mattered in this moment, you controlled the pace and the pressure and it was exactly what you both needed.

“Baby,” TJ’s shuddering voice drew you back and folded over him, bracing yourself on one arm and carding your hand through his hair with your other. He was close again - so were you - and you held his gaze until his head dropped back again and his eyes fell closed, burying your face in his neck as he came with a shuddering gasp that trailed off into a moan. Even with his wrists bound above his head, TJ writhed and moaned and bucked his hips into you as he rode through his climax and it was enough to push you over the edge too. Wrapping your arms around his neck you whined into his ear, wrapping yourself around him, needing him as much as he needed you in that moment.

The two of you lay panting, trying to catch your breath. You rolled over to your side and reached up to undo the scarf from the bedframe, but left it wrapped around TJ’s wrists for the moment. You pulled him close and he brought his hands down to stroke your cheek, sighing at the relief of finally being able to move his arms.

“How you doin’?” you whispered, wrapping your leg over his hip and stroking his cheek, and then his back. His eyes flicked between yours and he looked satisfied, comfortable.

“‘M so good, baby, thank you.” His voice was soft, heavy with sleep already. He reached to kiss your lips, and it was soft and gentle and full of feeling, the kind reserved for lovers. Your heart flip flopped again and you pulled the blanket up around you both, content to drift off to sleep with him safe in your arms.

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