#you can’t tell me he wouldn’t be so lovely to every one of the cleaners there

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Hello, I am here to present some fanart inspired by @oumaheroes’ wonderful fic The Cleaner !

The whole miniseries is just so intriguing and profound and I thoroughly enjoyed reading them and I hope u guys do too ✨ I sound calm while writing this description but honestly guys I’m frothing at the mouth GO READ THESE FICS IMMEDIATELY

#as always u guys know I could gush all day but I’ve probably embarrassed you enough so I will stop sjnsjsnj #hws scotland #my art #alasdair kirkland #aph scotland #hetalia #I just had so many thoughts after reading this fic #as with the others #and I needed to get this out because Alasdair interacting with cute old women would just not leave my mind #you can’t tell me he wouldn’t be so lovely to every one of the cleaners there #he knows all of their names and says hello to all of them #and retails them with suspiciously vivid tales of his youth

[cowboy-lover69]

Atticus Finch NSFW ABCs

18+ only

I know it's been a while, got busy. ANYWAY, hope you enjoy it.

A: Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He would be very sweet, if you needed anything after sex, he would gladly get it for you. Usually, you and he have sex at night since Scout and Jem are awake during the day, so after sex you two almost always go straight to sleep.

B: Body Part (Their favorite body part of their partner's)

As much as he would love to say he loves every inch of you he has a preference, and it is the chest. Whether it's a man or a woman he loves the chest, he loves burying his face in it and he loves touching it and rubbing it, etc…

C: Cum (Anything to do with cum)

Atticus likes to keep things very clean; he prefers cumming inside you since it keeps things a little cleaner than pulling out. If he can’t cum inside you he uses a condom and makes sure to dispose of it as soon as you two are finished.

D: Dirty Secret

He had dirty thoughts a lot of the time he is around you. He hates the idea of telling you so he never does, he thinks you would think he's creepy, so he just keeps it to himself. I feel like he would tell you a little bit of his thoughts if you guys are further along in a relationship.

E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He knows what he's doing he definitely does, but he was definitely a bit rusty the first time since it had been such a long time since he had slept with someone. He was not bad that first time by any means, just lacks finesse.

F: Favorite Position

Cowgirl definitely, is older and doesn’t have the amount of stamina he used to. He likes to see you riding him and a benefit is that he doesn’t have to do as much of the work. He doesn’t mind doing the work but if he had to choose one sex position to have sex in for the rest of his life it would be cowgirl.

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

Atticus takes sex very seriously. He doesn’t take it lightly and he would wait a while into the relationship to take that step, and maybe the first few times he wouldn’t appreciate the humor, but I feel like the longer you guys are together the more casual the sex gets so he lets lose a bit. 

H: Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

I feel before he started seeing you, he would not shave down there, mostly because he never really met anyone that he got serious enough with to have sex with. I think as soon as the possibility of having sex started to become really plausible, he started shaving.  

I: Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He's very romantic, he views sex as something very special so he’s very romantic about it. He’s very sweet and very gentle. He wants to be very gentlemanly about things which makes him come off as kind of and shy at least the first few times.

J: Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't like jacking off. it makes him feel gross even more so when he thinks of you while doing it. He doesn't do it super often because of that, but if he gets rather in the mood and knows he not going to have sex for a while he occasionally indulges.

K: Kink (One or more of their kinks)

It pains me to say Atticus is painfully vanilla, if you want to try something he's not opposed but he's never the one to initiate. He's not vanilla out of a fear of trying new things, he just likes to keep things simple. he's older so part of him may think his body isn't fit to try some more intense things.

L: Location (Favorite places to do they do)

Bed definitely, he is not a fan of public sex or having sex around the house. He has kids and he doesn't want them walking in, so at least the bedroom adds some amount of privacy. The bed is a great place for him because it's almost comfortable. the only thing he would not like about the bed is the stains. 

M: Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He is turned on by you just being you a lot of the time, but some more specific thing is when you are fresh out of the shower or when you wear his clothes specifically his suit jackets. 

N: NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

If he got a little too rough during sex, he would never forgive himself. I feel like if you even said ow hurt sec or showed discomfort he would stop and ask if you were okay or stop altogether. He doesn't enjoy himself if you aren't having a good time.

O: Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves giving head, and he's good at it too. He's great with his tongue and he enjoys seeing you have a good time. Sometimes he will jack himself off while eating you out, but he will ask first.

P: Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual, he likes to make every time you guys have sex like an event. He wants to make you feel loved. He makes sure it lasts all night; he doesn't like to rush. Sometimes he would like to do something a little faster but his stamina is just not there so he makes sure it's slower, so it lasts longer. 

Q: Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He doesn't like quickies, not at all. At the end of a quickie, he just feels empty not fulfilled. He avoids doing it but it doesn’t mean he NEVER will. If you ask him, he usually will cave and do it.

R: Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)  

He will take risks if you ask nicely, but he will never go out of his way to try anything new, He only will for you. There are some things he put his foot down he will never do. Threesomes and public sex, he doesn't like the idea of sharing you with a third and he doesn’t like the idea of being caught and shamed for being with a woman in public especially with his job.

S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

 2 rounds at most, he doesn’t really have that much stamina before he has to call it quits. He doesn't have the stamina like he used to. He can last a long time after getting used to sex again but he can’t do more than 2 rounds. 

T: Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Sex toys at the time didn’t really exist the way they do now so it would be a bit different. Since at the time, sex toys were not advertised for sex but face messages and beauty tools there is a chance he might own one. Whether he would think to use it for sex probably not, but you might. If you brought it up to him he would be open to it.

U: Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He hates teasing you, it makes him feel guilty. He doesn’t like to see you beg for things it is kinda a turn-off for him even if he knows you're enjoying it. He just likes giving you what you want he doesn't want to force you to work for it.

V: Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Not very loud. He is definitely naturally quiet but partly he doesn't want to wake Jem or Scout. At most, he makes a muffled moan if he has his head in something, but it's mostly grunts and panting. 

W: Wild Card (Random headcanon)

He's very gentlemanly during sex. He makes sure your pleasure comes before his. He is very understated about what he wants in bed or his thoughts, he doesn't want to come off as creepy.

X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Uncut, clean-shaven, flaccid 6”3 inch, erect 7 inch

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He doesn't have a high sex drive at all. The default for him would be sex once every 2 weeks of course he doesn't mind more, he just doesn't need more. If you want to have sex whether he’s in the mood or not he will say yes most of the time.

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

After sex, it’s common for you two to talk for a bit. After all that he falls asleep in a timely manner usually, you are in his arms almost always after sex he can’t really sleep if you aren't.

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#to kill a mockingbird #atticus finch x reader #atticus finch #x reader #18+ only

[ddejavvu]

not to be self indulgent but poly!marauders sirius being ur go to salon therapy guy. he’s the kinda person who walks around equipped with tweezers and has a weird thing abt wanting to pop ppls spots (u know the type)

i have untamed eyebrows!! my mum forced me to get them 2000s type thin when I was like 11 and it traumatised me so i only brush em and gel em for makeup looks now!! they have a nice shape but okay they’re a bit unruly to ppl who care!! they’re luscious and dark and have a good enough shape to em and i like em enough but sometimes i wish I could just have em a little bit cleaner in shape just for the feel etcetc etc!!!

and sirius would talk and talk talk talk his way into letting himself at em with some tweezers for fun. for him, ofc. he would just love the blank canvas and he’d enjoy shaping em and u can’t tell me he wouldn’t rugby tackle u and just like. Sit on top of ur chest. Like a cat. Suction cup grip to ur head with his free hand to keep you still.

don’t talk to me about the ‘convince her to let me at her brows’ phase. he’s pulling out all the stops, he’s bribing, he’s blackmailing, he’s puppy-dog-eyeing. if it’s magical - he’s giving u a suspicious amount of padfoot attention. if it’s non-magical, he’s overly-overly touchy in public, the cheesy kinda amped up flirting. oh you want him to stop? …well it’s only a small price, he supposes..

fun tidbit! getting ready for bed and he tries to ambush you, swearing it’ll be all relaxed and calming and spa like and James probably crawls over you and just covers your eyebrows solidly with his palms to ‘save u’ from him. but James is James and all saviours need a reward :) kiss or ur eyebrow protectors are gone :)

okay sO funny little story about me is that i don't actually have eyebrows but i used to and i got them waxed once and i would have totally let sirius pluck 'em instead bc omg waxing hurt like a bitch..

sometimes he catches you pulling at your skin in the bathroom to straighten them out or angle them up or peer at the stray hairs there and he's standing behind you with his tweezers like >:)))) it's like a horror movie where you see him standing in the mirror behind you, and his weapon of choice is tweezers

but he would!! he'd do it in your sleep, he'd crawl into your bed and pluck away and you'd wake up to a sharp tug at your eyebrow and ohmygod you can't breathe what's on your chest?? oh. it's sirius. and his tweezers.

you recruit james as your eyebrow protector, but like u said he needs payment, he doesn't work for free, of course!! so he keeps his chin on your forehead and every page of your book that you turn is one kiss that you owe him, and sirius lunges at him with the tweezers for revenge. now i know james potter has never groomed his brows a day in his life so sirius has his work cut out for him, but then there's a red sore patch on james's skin 'cause that really hurt! and u gotta kiss it better <3

he's telling you he'll buy you that new book you want if you just let him at your face, he'll clean your room, he'll wash your laundry, he'll cook you dinner, he'll do anything just let him !!!!! he crawls into your bed one night as padfoot and snuggles up to you and then bites the skin beside your brow just at your temple, a little nip with his teeth, and you're like >:O HEY >:O

#sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black imagine #sirius black headcanons #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black oneshot #sirius black blurb #poly!marauders x reader #james potter x reader #james potter #let's talk about sirius black !! #let's talk about james potter !!

[gainingfiction]

Lifetime Supply: Epilogue

(read chapter 10 by gainerstories here)

Two Years Later

Ryan was just finishing the last of a defrosted cheesecake when Luke walked in the door. He looked very sharp—and very buff—in his office attire. Sometimes, Ryan wondered if it was all a sugar-induced dream, imagining he would wake up from a food coma and find himself still living with Ahmed. But that never happened. Ryan got to spend every day with his beautiful boyfriend, who loved finding new ways to keep him happy and fed. Very happy, and very, very well fed.

“Hey, big boy,” Luke said, bumping the door closed with his hip. His arms were full of bulging grocery bags, which he set down on the counter. “Big day?”

“Hardly,” Ryan answered. He’d done a little bit of freelance coding, and spent the rest of the day trying to resist the urge to finish one of his weekly Adesco boxes. Normally he wouldn’t even try, but with Ahmed and Cory’s wedding coming up, he was conscious of the need to fit into his (still very new) suit. “Same old, same old. How about you?”

“Well, I had a very interesting meeting at work today,” Luke said, sitting down at the table beside Ryan.

“Oh yeah?” Ryan asked. “What about?”

“About you, actually,” Luke said, with a smirk. “It was quite a meeting. We had people from marketing, legal, someone from accounting… apparently feeding you is costing the company a fortune.”

Ryan smirked. It was incredibly erotic to imagine a room of executives filled with exasperation about how much he ate. He wasn’t just fat—he was fat enough to make a multinational food corporation take notice. Luke reached out and started massaging his gut, setting in motion a wave of jiggling flesh.

“And… well, as an Adesco employee, I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but as your horny boyfriend, I can’t resist. There’s really nothing they can do about it. They have to give you as much as you want,” Luke said with a grin. “Apparently the contest’s terms and conditions were a complete shitshow. Basically all it said was ‘lifetime supply’. Nothing about a weekly maximum, or an end date. Kelly from legal was beside herself. She said if Adesco ever tried to turn off the tap, you could sue the hell out of us.”

Ryan laughed, pleasure radiating through him as Luke’s fingers sank into his blubber. “I didn’t realize I was such a concern.”

“Oh, a big one. Let’s just say they’re never going to do another lifetime supply snack giveaway again. I guess appetites have grown since 1977. I did point out that you’ve been pretty helpful with product development,” Ryan said.

“What did they say to that?”

“They didn’t disagree. They wanted me to call you more often to get feedback on new products. And to keep you happy,” Luke said, his grin widening.

“Wow, I’m starting to think our whole relationship is some elaborate customer service scheme,” Ryan joked. He unwrapped a snack cake from the box on the floor and dug in.

“Well, am I keeping you… satisfied?” Luke said, still working his magic on Ryan’s expansive gut. He waggled his eyebrows, making Ryan chuckle.

“Very,” Ryan said. “And it’s nice to have a mole on the inside… my own corporate spy.”

Luke leaned over and kissed Ryan, who inhaled with pleasure as Luke’s fingers roamed his paunchy middle. He was so monstrously fat now—fatter than he ever could have imagined. He knew he wasn’t exactly helping things with the endless stream of fat-filled snacks he inhaled on a regular basis, but he didn’t expect to continue packing on the pounds at lightning speed. Not that Luke seemed to mind.

They made out a little more, and Ryan was getting ready to move things into the bedroom when his stomach let out a loud, angry gurgle. “Indigestion?” Luke asked, his eyebrow cocked.

“Starvation,” Ryan said, dramatically. “I’ve been depriving myself all day to fit into my suit,” Ryan explained, as he licked the remaining chocolate off his fingers. A lot of it had found its way onto poor Luke’s dress shirt, but that was a problem for the dry cleaners—hardly a concern in Ryan’s horny state.

“Well, we can’t have you wasting away,” Luke said. He sounded serious. He slipped off the chair, leaving Ryan’s shirt bunched up above his deep, gaping navel. Naked fat cascaded out in front of him, pooling across his lap. “How about I make you some dinner?”

Ryan couldn’t say yes fast enough.

The next day, Luke and Ryan dressed for the wedding. Luke looked godlike in his form-fitting three-piece suit, his pants flattering his muscular thighs and ample bubble butt, with his broad shoulders and wide lats framed by his jacket. If they didn’t have somewhere to be, Ryan would have ripped the damn thing off of him then and there. He still didn’t understand how Luke managed to stay so jacked in a house packed to bursting with processed snacks.

Ryan’s own suit was another matter. It flattered his build in a… different way. He’d only gotten it back from the shop a week before, but already the fabric spread tight across his vast backside, framing each buttock, and the jacket was a little snug around the waist. It was a testament to the stunning pace of his continued expansion. He looked at himself in the mirror. The man looking back was fucking big. Not just big, but massive. Monumental. He slipped a hand under his gut, feeling the soft cotton of his button-down cradling his overwhelming belly. He gave it a little shake, appreciating the sheer scale of himself, the manliness he felt when he looked at the behemoth in the mirror. That was all him.

Luke appeared beside him, and draped an arm across Ryan’s wide, sloping shoulders. He was smiling. “You clean up nice,” he said. “Although I don’t know how much more use you’re gonna get out of that suit.”

Ryan smirked. “Well, it’ll be fun while it lasts. I’m just glad I can still get it on for the big day.”

When it came to clothing men of size, Gerry was a miracle worker—and so was Antoine, it turned out. Ryan was shocked to see his former fuckbuddy waddling around the big and tall store, looking about a hundred pounds heavier than the last time Ryan had seen him. All of his feeding had finally caught up with him, it seemed. If it wasn’t for the name tag, Ryan might not have recognized him. They were quick to put any awkwardness or unpleasantness behind them: Antoine’s added girth had added to his perspective, and he still had a keen eye for style. The result was a very sharp suit that still managed to show off every pound of Ryan’s expansive body. He couldn’t have been happier with it.

When they were all suited up, Ryan lumbered his way to the car and loaded his bulk into the passenger seat. Bucket seats were getting more than a little uncomfortable, but Luke’s SUV was still decently spacious, and the seatbelt extender was a help. He cranked the AC—a summer wedding sounded nice in theory, but considering how much he was already sweating, Ryan had a feeling he’d prefer to tie the knot during one of the cooler months of the year.

The venue was lovely, and decorated to perfection. Still conscious of his furniture mishap a few years back—and the strain he was putting on his couch—Ryan made a point of pushing two chairs together before sitting down. That earned him a few looks from the more trim guests, but Ryan didn’t care; those looks would be nothing compared to the looks he’d get if his fat ass totalled another chair and sent him sprawling in the middle of the ceremony.

Ryan was glad Luke had pulled over for some fast food on the way over; he wasn’t used to going more than an hour without eating, and as erotic as the prospect sounded in theory, he knew he’d be mortified if his stomach started growling before the ‘I do’s.

When the ceremony started, Ryan got the chance to check out his best friend. Ahmed was downright huge. He’d packed on a ton of muscle, but he’d clearly put on even more fat, judging by the way he filled out his suit. It seemed that his bulk was still ongoing, and Ryan couldn’t see that ending any time soon. He was an impressive specimen, though, with vast, meaty legs and a pair of beefy boy-breasts that poked at the front of his dress shirt, perky from the muscle that lurked beneath layers of juicy fat. He wasn’t close to Ryan’s size, but there was no denying that he had a seriously fat belly on him.

And in a surprising twist, Cory had stacked on a noticeable amount of weight himself. He was still a fraction of the size of Ryan, and far smaller than his soon-to-be-husband, but the former twink was looking undeniably chubby. He had a plump little belly and a round, prominent booty that jiggled slightly with every step. Ahmed must love that, Ryan thought, smiling to himself.

“What are you grinning about?” Luke whispered to him.

“Nothing,” Ryan said. “They just look happy together. I didn’t think Ahmed was the marrying kind, but they both look… domesticated.” It was true—Ahmed and Cory were looking at each other with pure adoration.

“That’s one way of putting it,” Luke said. He gave a wry smile. “I can only imagine how they’re gonna look after a few years of marriage.”

“Everyone loves a chubby hubby,” Ryan said. He thought of Jason, who—if his Instagram could be trusted—still seemed trapped in an endless revolving door of yoga boys and CrossFitters. “Well, anyone with taste.”

“I’ll have to keep that in mind,” Luke said. He took Ryan’s hand. He rested his other hand on his slender torso. “Being around all those Adesco snacks… well, it’s getting hard to keep up my diet.”

Ryan interlocked his chubby fingers with Luke’s slim ones. “Well, I’m sure Antoine and Gerry would be happy to have a new customer.”

“And you? Would you… like a chubby hubby of your own?” Luke’s eyes were wide, hopeful.

Ryan beamed at him. “Yeah,” he said. “I think I would.”

#weight gain #male weight gain #gay #gaining fiction #gainer stories #realistic gain #belly #bhm #lifetime supply

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Chapter Twenty-Nine (Part 2)

“Mad,” Izzy is saying, “Where does the time go, really? How is it the end of August already? The year just flies by, doesn’t it?”

“You sound like an old person when you say things like that,” I point out as I spray down my desk with multi purpose cleaner. 

“When you’re my age you’ll get it. One day I was twenty two and then I blinked and I was twenty seven. It will happen to you too.”

“I’m sure it will,” I flip quickly through a paint water stained notebook of old sketches and then decide to chuck it into the bin, “Or maybe not, maybe I’ll be young and sexy forever.”

“Right.”

Simon comes up the stairs carrying his lunch, “Oh, you’re still here,” He deadpans, and I grin at him, “Not moved out yet, Simon, sorry to disappoint.”

“Yeah I was hoping you’d be gone, never to darken this door again by the time I got back from Subway.”

“Nah, you’ll miss me.”

He laughs, “I will.”

“We’ll all miss you,” Izzy said, “You’ve been the most perfect addition to our little team here, I don’t want to think about how it’s going to be without you.”

“Messier,” I say, looking at Gabriel’s desk space, tidy now, but not for long, “and without a desperate intern to get your stupidly specific coffee orders.”

“Ugh! Devastating,” She throws her arms around me in a tight hug, “Simon, can’t we keep her?”

“No,” He smiles and leans back against his desk, “I wish we could, but NCAD awaits, right Evie?”

“Mm.”

“But I will say that you’ll be missed, not just by us but by our clients. You’ve made some important people very happy this year, and I have to give you props for that. There’s a lot of things we really couldn’t have done without you.”

“It’s this creative brain,” Izzy declares, knocking on my head. “She’s a genius. We should crack her skull open to figure out the mystery.”

“If you ever want a job, Evie, you know where to come,” says Simon, “Like, no hesitation, there’s a desk for you at Mezzotint, I’d give you a job right now if you wanted it. Or a glowing reference for anybody else who wants you.”

“Though they might have to fight Simon for you,” Izzy grins. 

“Thank you, I’ll… Yeah like I’ll think about it. I’m not totally sure what I want to do yet, you know, whether I’ll go back to college or not. There’s a lot of things to mull over.” Izzy lets me go and I continue putting my things into a cardboard box. “Like, maybe I’ll hit you up for a reference, I don’t know.”

“I’ll give you one either way,” He shrugs, “Tell them to call me any day and I’ll chew their ear off about how badly they need you.”

“But you wouldn’t work anywhere but Mezzotint,” Izzy says, “You’re too loyal for that.”

I laugh, “Yeah, maybe.”

“Nah, maybe she has bigger plans,” says Simon, “Better things to do than illustrate a few birthday cards and draw signs, right Evie?”

“Well, we’ll see,” I say cryptically, “You never know what I might be thinking of next…”

Izzy cackles, “I love it, so mysterious. Well, reach for the stars, girl, you could succeed at anything you wanted to. I swear to God, fuck NCAD, you don’t need them.”

“I’ll tell them you said that.”

“Five years and you’ll be on the cover of some artsy magazine, and we’ll all read it and be mad jealous of you.”

“Yeah, but don’t forget where you came from,” Simon grins. “You’re a Mezzotint girl first.”

Time moves slowly in the liminal space between finishing my internship and going back to college. It’s like wading through syrup, the same feeling at that strange, timeless week between Christmas and New Year’s Eve, and I wonder what I ever did with my free time when I had it before. 

Jude stays over every night in order to save me from the strange terror of my empty apartment, as well as himself from the equally strange terror of his empty home now that his family have taken to the beach house for the last weeks of summer. I start to get a taste of what it might be like to actually live with him one day. He cooks every meal and I do all the laundry. It’s an easy rhythm we fall into, but besides those minor responsibilities we mostly lounge around pretending we’ve forgotten about our exercise regimes and fucking indiscriminately on every surface of the house. It’s fine, some day soon I’ll have a new housemate and we won’t be able to do this. We’re just taking advantage of the situation.

It’s comforting to turn around and see him there, watching TV while I read a book in the kitchen, shaving his face while I shower, cooking eggs in the morning with the radio playing when I come downstairs hungry. 

“Wow, you’re perfect, aren’t you?” I say as I wrap my arms around his bare torso and plant a kiss between his shoulder blades. 

“I’m just giving you a taste of the good life. Look at all you could have.”

I laugh and pinch a crispy rasher from the plate beside him, “Mm, yeah, the ‘if I drop out of college and move to another continent’ life.”

“All I keep saying is that you wouldn’t regret it.”

“Is that what this is all about, then?” I tease, “You’re on your best behaviour so that you can manipulate me, right? And then as soon as you have me in your dastardly clutches you’ll try to turn me into a Born-Again Christian wife who cooks and cleans and-”

“Yes,” he whirls around to circle my waist with one arm and kiss me, “That’s what I’m doing, I actually fucking hate cooking, this is just part of my plan to ensnare you.”

I gasp, “I can’t believe it, it’s all been a ruse! All of the sex and the sweet talk, you’re going to take it all away from me.”

He scoffs, “No, c’mon, not the sex, not even the evil version of myself would want to give that up.”

“I didn’t think so.”

“Now that you’ve brought it up, do you feel like it now?” He keeps one hand on the frying pan while he boldly slides the other down the back of my pyjama shorts, “I can hold the eggs for a few minutes.”

I laugh, “No, sorry, I need food now.”

He gasps, “Offended.”

“It’s Friday, remember?”

He nuzzles into my cheek and gently bites my earlobe, “No I’ve no clue what day it is anymore, they’ve all just blended together.”

“Well it is,” I grab his cheeks with one hand, “I have therapy at eleven.”

“Oh! I forgot, well, eat, quick,” He passes me a plate and starts loading it up with eggs and toast and then gives me a cup of black coffee that’s so strong that I have to assume he made it for himself before deciding I needed it first. “You should ask Helen what she thinks about Los Angeles,” he says. 

“I assume she thinks what everyone else thinks: That it’s overpriced and a haven for violent crime.”

He snorts, “You know what I mean.”

“Yeah, I’ll talk to her about it. Maybe she’ll have something wise to say.”

“As is her job.”

I split the yolk of my egg thoughtfully, “Did the movie studio give you a time limit to make a decision about the internship?”

“I told them I needed to think it over, but, um,” he clears his throat, “ideally I’d be able to give them an answer by Monday, you know?”

“I know,” it’s a bit hard to swallow my food all of a sudden, “just, Monday is soon.”

“Yeah. I suppose I just don’t want them to risk taking the offer away.”

“And London?”

“Nothing again today, so I mean, unless they give me some crumbs early next week, I…” he trails off. 

“I’ll see what Helen says,” I decide, and he cooks for himself while I finish my breakfast

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#lucky girl part 3 #tw: sex

[hawkinsp0st]

march 21, 1986.

~~~

mike flops onto his bed in exhaustion. it should be satisfied exhaustion, a happy tired, but it’s just… exhaustion. the game at hellfire tonight was pure excellence. radiance. dustin’s sharp strategy and erica’s pride and eddie’s smile and he sees el tomorrow and—

mike stares at his neatly packed suitcase and the flowers he picked for el this afternoon during lunch. why isn’t he happy?

i miss lucas, mike thinks. i miss the Party. i miss how things used to be. but he swallows down the creeping, crawling thought that even if lucas had been there tonight, he’d still feel like this now. like he’s missing something. like he’s missing… will.

mike grips the sheets on either side of where he sits at the edge of his bed, forcing the thought away, knowing it leads nowhere.

well, nowhere good.

god, he’d been stupid the summer before will left him—left the Party, mike thinks, shaking his head so it would clear like an etch a sketch to correct himself. left the Party. he misses his best friend, that’s it. if he’d spent more time with will before he left, then maybe he wouldn’t be feeling like… like…

like there’s something wrong with me.

he needs something more to do with his hands than twist the fabric at his sides. el’s letter from this morning—he’d hardly gotten a chance to finish it when nancy barged in. he resolves to reread el’s letter, like he often does at night when he’s feeling alone, tracing his fingers over her signature at the bottom. love, el.

he rereads the letter, but he’s got this nagging feeling that he hasn’t finished it, like when you’re reading your science textbook and you keep looking over the definition of “mitosis” again and again and the information just won’t go into your brain.

two lines in the middle of el’s paper feel unread no matter how many times his eyes follow them.

“will is painting a lot, but he won’t show me what he’s working on. maybe it is for a girl. i think there is someone he likes, because he has been acting weird.”

he rationalizes it, tells himself that el seems to have sharpened her pencil at that point in the letter, because the words are thinner, the handwriting cleaner. that’s why he drifts back to it like gravity to the earth’s fucking center.

but he keeps reading it. and reading it. and reading it. he knows he should stop, but he can’t help himself.

he finds his fingers itching to trace will’s name, but his eyes flicker to love, el and he pulls his fingers back because it feels downright…

he can’t find the word, until he remembers the talk show his mom was watching the other day, where a couples’ therapist was interviewing a woman whose husband had cheated on her. “he’s been adulterous,” the host had said.

it feels adulterous to touch that name. with love, el sitting there on the same page… mike swallows hard. he scrapes at a hangnail on the side of his thumb.

what is wrong with me?

mike clutches the sides of the paper like a vice—as though it can help him somehow—wrinkling it before letting it drop off the side of his bed.

mike can’t—won’t—put a single thought to any of these emotions, so he does what he does best: runs down the stairs. to the basement. doesn’t make eye contact with the drawings hanging over the sofa. throws shit.

no, like really, throws shit around the basement. doesn’t think, just kicks pillows. throws darts at the dartboard again and again—none of them stick. they fall and fall and it’s almost satisfying, the rhythmic pace with which he misses the target every fucking time.

he paces, pretending to tidy the place but really just moving things from one wrong location to the other. he even gives his nintendo a light kick, and it gives a thud as it slides into the wall. it shakes the bulletin board over his desk, and he notices there’s papers scattered all around his desk from god knows what. he hasn’t touched any of this, apart from the video games, in 185 days.

he squats down and picks up the miscellaneous papers, messily, not really caring, just needing to move. he finds a math test with a D-minus from last year that he had been hiding from his mom—it’s 6 pages thick—and shreds it and shreds it with his fingers until it’s only tiny pieces. he stands and shoves the chair onto its side, jumping a little at the loud noise as it clatters to the floor. wondering if his parents or nancy woke up but ultimately not caring because—

there’s an old doodle from will under the chair, a little dragon in a wizard’s hat. without thinking, mike picks it up. his eyes burn. he blinks and realizes what he’s doing. he drops the drawing on the desk. he wipes the tear out of his eyes before it has a chance to run.

he steps backward and trips over an empty VHS case. he doesn’t resist, doesn’t try to hold himself up, just falls. he pulls a pillow from the floor next to him and punches it once, twice, three times, again and again, more tears coming, and this time they fall, and he might be waking his parents up, but he doesn’t care, not about anything. he can’t think right now. it could kill him.

he wears himself out and he doesn’t remember falling asleep but suddenly he’s blinking awake and the digital clock on the desk glows 1:45am. he manages to get through two rounds of duck hunt on low volume before going back up the stairs, shutting the basement door gently. he’s got an hour before he has to leave for the airport.

in his room, he stares at the letter from el that’s still lying on the floor. he squeezes his eyes shut when he remembers what’s lying there in the middle of the letter. he glances down to love, el.

that’s what matters right now. he trudges to his closet, rubbing his tired eyes, and picks out an outfit he thinks she would like.

he attaches a note to her bouquet of flowers, writing with careful letters:

TO EL. FROM MIKE.

#he’s so repressed like i cannot emphasize this enough #sorry about the angst he’s so in love he can’t have thoughts about it without his whole world crashing down <3 #byler #mike wheeler i know what you are #byler fanfic #byler ficlet #all i know is mike pov eat hot chip and lie #duffers #if ur the duffers seeing this #i just wanted u to see it bc i felt like i kinda nailed it w the characterization here LOL #like remember when he kicked the little el hideout when will ‘died’

[swirlysmile]

this is NOT based on the movie that I am like 50% sure exists. I have never seen it.

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warnings; nonlinear timeline, written weirdly, ice is kind of an asshat, he’s called a douchebag several times, a little repetitive

10 Things I Hate About You

I hate your attitude

You’re obviously the best of the best. If your superiors had any doubt about your skills, you wouldn’t be here. You wouldn’t be at Top Gun. Hell, there were more than a few pilots yearning for your spot in Miramar, and they were good enough. You were just doing it better, cleaner, than the rest of them.

“You’re doing it all wrong,” He says, and you really want to punch him. 

“No, this would work.” You say, an eerie smile gracing your face. He can tell you’re seething, but there is no way in hell he’s going to let this go. 

He keeps arguing, and then it hits him.

Literally.

He’s got a fist in his face, well, abdomen. You’re grateful you didn’t move to break his nose instead. Ice isn’t a snitch, so you wouldn’t be getting in trouble unless you had decided his stupid face made the best target. 

“5 o’clock,” Ice’s voice rings out over the comms. 

“Cover me, dammit!”  He doesn’t cover you, instead he resorts to laughing at you when Jester inevitably gets the kill. Even Slider knows he made a douchebag move, and Jester is ready to give him hell the second they land.

“I didn’t hear her, sir.” 

“Bullshit, Kazansky!” 

He still tries to tell people that the crackle of the comms were covering your voice.

I hate your face

Naval aviators were known for their cockiness, their skill set, and their looks. A department that Tom Kazansky is definitely  not lacking in. He takes great pride in his looks, among other things. 

Maybe you’d be impressed if you didn’t know how much damn time he spent looking in the mirror, and god bless Slider for ranting to you about it. 

“Looks like these don’t just happen.” He says, shrugging any attempt of insult off. It’s annoying how nonchalant he is about it.

“I’m no better than the next guy, I gotta work for em’.” 

“Share with Slider.” You murmur, and what’s meant to be a jab at Ice, comes off as an insanely derogatory comment directed at Slider.  You felt like a piece of shit.

A less honorable mention, though, is how girls flock to him. Literally, he has them just hanging on his every word in bars and it’s insufferable. 

They’re all, “Oh Tom,” this and “You’re so cool, Tom.” that. Maybe the more intelligent ones will ask him about his line of work, and he’ll slide the aviators off, deliver an “I could tell you, but I’d have to kill you.”, and end with a wink that would make even the mightiest of gods go beet red.

You don’t get what’s so charming about it.

I hate your hair

He loves his well-thought-out genetics, and you can’t really blame him no matter how hard you try. They’re nice, even you have to admit that at a certain point, but what really takes the cake is his hair. 

It’s always perfectly styled- no doubt what he takes so much time staring at himself for.  

So many of those girls that cling to him would give an arm and a leg to run their stupid little fingers through it. 

You totally, most definitely, wouldn’t like to touch it.

It looks crunchy. Soft. It looks matted. Perfectly combed through.

It looks like he had a little too much to drink and made a bad decision with his hairdresser. That or he went through a bad breakup. 

How do you even begin to try and make your grievances take form, to insult him in less-than-kind words when it’s so perfect? 

Too perfect, perhaps?

He had to have sold his soul to have such nice hair, you think. Why else would girls drop at the sight of him? Sure, he’s got a nice face. 

His hair, however, is the cherry on top.

I hate your sunglasses

Everybody knows only douchebags wear sunglasses inside. That’s why you’re glaring at him from the other side of the bar. He’s entertaining some random girl, who’s pretty, but he’s wearing those damn sunglasses.

You swear he only ever takes them off to glare at you.

Occasionally Maverick is on the receiving end of his scowl. You’re happy to have someone to share the burden with, even if it’s another cocky son of a bitch. 

Of course, whenever you’re on base and not being lectured, those damn aviators are resting on his face. He makes a show of throwing them on whilst inside, like a complete and total douchebag. Sometimes, if you’re lucky, they’ll be nestled into his hair, but they’re never truly gone.

It’s like he’s making sunglasses inside a personality trait separate from douchebaggery. 

“Sunglasses inside will never be attractive.” 

“The girls at the O seem to think they are.” He says, and you know he’s not looking for your approval but you wish he were.

5.I hate your teeth

Lieutenant Tom Iceman Kazansky can typically be seen flashing a smile at anybody willing to look. 

And boy were there a lot of people willing to look, begging to see one of those grade A grins. He’s a sucker for a little pleading.

For some strange reason though, those smiles were never directed towards you, and there is no way in hell your pride would permit you asking to see him smile. 

Sometimes, he’d threateningly bare his teeth and bite, and that’s the closest you’d ever gotten to a smile. 

Whenever you say something stupid, he rolls his eyes instead of laughing. Whenever you compliment him, albeit backhandedly, he ignores it. Whenever you smile at him, he turns around and leaves. 

 He even smiles at Pete Mitchell, and they’ve had a problem for forever.

 You can't stop thinking it’s something wrong with you, but it’s just a stupid smile, a show of affection. It bothers you so much, for what reason? It’s a measly little act of joy.

It harbors affection and joy he clearly did not have for you. 

Maybe if those smiles were directed towards you though, in some other world where Ice isn’t a dipshit, you’d hate his stupid teeth a little less. 

6. I hate your voice

His tone, when addressing you, was either dripping with sarcasm or hatred. No inbetween.

“Hey sweetheart, make sure not to fly into my jet wash.” Mocking smile in tow, or “You’d have to be stupid to try that.” 

What a dick. 

Only sometimes did you wish to be responded to with a little bit of respect, or kindness. His arrogant-ass couldn’t even think of you and civility in the same sentence though, much less kindness. 

His tone is always razor sharp, and that saying, sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me? A complete lie. Especially when talking to Iceman. His words cut deep. Deeper than any sticks, or stones, could even think of trying to pierce. Petty insults, derogatory compliments, misogynistic comments, you deal with it all. 

Somehow, he stays so calm throughout all the insults you throw at him. It’s like he wants you to call him annoying, or a man-whore, or whatever you can think of to try and fail at getting under his skin. 

None of the things you try to knock him down with resonate with him. They never get through his thick skull and make him feel bad.

So, you hate it. You hate his voice. 

7.I hate your flying 

What a stupid thing to hate, but his flying is the baseline of his identity. His flying is who he is, what he is. 

If he wasn’t who he is, and he was a little bit more like Slider, or Hollywood, or anyone else, you wouldn’t hate him. 

So yeah, you hate his flying. It makes him think he’s better than everyone. He makes all the rules, and he’s an insufferable wingman to have. He’s always “Break right.” or “I have the shot, move.” and he does not have the shot, but you want to trust him. 

He lets you down time and time again, and it’s his stupid, stupid flying that ruins everything.

Of course he can never let you get a shot. You get close to Jester? Ice is telling you not to take it. You should know by now not to listen to him because he always swoops in and steals the shot, but god do you wish he was a little bit less “Me, me, me!” with flying. 

8. I hate your callsign

Iceman.

It fits him perfectly in more ways than one. Goose is right, Iceman flies perfectly. He makes no mistakes, wearing his opponent (and sometimes his wingman) down so that he can deliver the final blow. He flies ice-cold. So perfect that you shiver in awe just watching. 

Ice also is a dick. He just is ice-cold. You’re pretty sure the only person he’s warmed up to in his life is Slider. 

It’s common to talk about Ice on base, whether that be in admiration or disgust. You’re hoping he hasn’t heard some of the more positive things you’ve said about him so that it doesn’t go to his head. 

But if he had, would he thaw out a little?

9. I hate your intelligence. 

You have to be at least a little smart to join the Navy, but with Ice? His genius is a little overbearing.

To put it bluntly, Ice is a know it all.

An insufferable know it all with a tendency to insult anyone who disagrees with him. Not that you can disagree with him, because he’s right. 

“That maneuver wouldn’t work.” 

“It could,” 

“Not safely. Huge chance you could kill your wingman.” And you want to say he’s stupid, or that he’s wrong, but he isn’t. That’s the worst part. He is right, he knows it, you know it. 

“You’re doing it all wrong, look, you have to line up the cue like this,” He says, snatching the pool cue out of your hand. Maybe he’s trying to be helpful, but really you think he’s just trying to show off. 

“I was doing fine, Iceman.”

“Fine for someone who wants to lose.” He snorts, and you flip him off and leave. 

He’s smart, he has all the answers, and he makes you feel like you have none. 

10. I hate that I love you. 

There, I said it. You probably already knew though.

Love,

Your least favorite pilot.

#iceman x reader #tom kazansky x reader #tom iceman kazansky x reader #tom ‘iceman’ kazansky x reader #iceman #tom iceman kazansky #tom ‘iceman’ kazansky #tom kazansky #top gun 1989 #top gun #top gun fic #slider is mentioned cause i love him so much #i am a slider girl through and through #swirly writes #top gun 1989 fic

[calypso-finale]

Hundred Three. Part 2

Tianna and her thoughts, I really could have just stayed in the UK but here I am in New York and decided to catch up with a few people while I was here, I might as well make the most of it but it’s funny how my parents are there now I am here, when I go back they will be gone so we will miss each other, that is so annoying to me. I needed to be in the UK with the whole drama thing, what can I do really “look Lillian, I had to come to New York because my sister asked me to be, she needed me, and I came. But I will be back, I know how sensitive Halle is but I am not going to deal with her blaming Oakley, that has to stop because it isn’t his fault” I pointed out, I am not having that shit because he did nothing wrong “I know I mentioned it, I said that he didn’t do anything wrong. What if he used your home as a fuck pad with another girl, are you not going to tell Rylee. She went quiet, I think she is just upset Rylee, I don’t think she meant any of it. I just want her to gather herself but guess what” rolling my eyes, Lillian and I are on facetime currently. She is keeping me updated with this Halle business “Wyge has been there for her, like a bad smell. They are in a hotel currently, I said look you need to tell Colin. I feel so awkward because Colin came over to see Diji and I am just staring at him like what the fuck, she has to tell him. And I goes look the baby thing, keep it. If you both want each other that much then what the fuck, why are you both acting like this is a dirty secret, it’s love? I am so confused; I feel bad for Colin too. She is ok though but dumb” I sighed out “I will be back soon, I will see her, but she needs to take blame, and I won’t have this ruining things really for me and Oakley. We are just getting along but I feel this thing has made him a little quiet. But maybe he is busy, just keep me updated Lillian, I will be back, and we can then like meet up with Halle, actually. I am leaving tomorrow so I will see you then. I have so much shit going on, I have this stupid meeting thing, with Fenty may I add” Lillian gasped “you didn’t want to be with Fenty” I waved her off “long story, I will update you when I am back” I laughed.

I thought I would see Ti before I go, the door opened slowly “oh welcome” Taylan said “hey” I smiled “I bought champagne not for me but because you both cooked for me” he let out an oh “I don’t drink anymore so yeah, enjoy” passing him the bottle “aww thank you, it’s all for Ti I guess, I don’t drink either” walking into his apartment “much cleaner then last time, scattered with grown men” he chuckled “one in particular can’t stop talking about you” I cringed “Ti” I smiled at her “she actually came, you know how my sister be like. She says she will and then she doesn’t” we hugged each other “I wasn’t going to not come” she thought I wouldn’t come, of course I would “I am glad to see you smiling” I said in her ear “I know, it’s a relief” she said back, moving back from the hug “you ladies sit, I got this” walking off to the living room “I just seen mom and dad on Instagram with Aziel, they are in Scotland on this train” I giggled “I know right, they said we are spending time with him but it’s cute. I love those pictures, like it seems he is happy with them both. They like telling me I am keeping him away, they see him. Just they don’t spend time with him but how happy is my baby, I love that picture of mom and him, I feel there isn’t many pictures of them together unlike dad, he has every post” sitting down “I was thinking now, he is going to start school Rylee, what you going to do? You have a few months left and in September he starts” I cringed “I feel a little sick, I mean my child in school. To say that alone makes me sick, he is going to grow up so quick now. I feel I will be having to only go to places on school holidays only now, and it’s a shame. Oakley is so strict on me, he said I am not having no home school shit, you know if I take him out. So we agreed that someone will remain in London if we do so yeah, we are working on logistics” shaking my head.

I cooed out “this is a mocktail” Taylan said “for me? You can make that, let me find out you got bar staff here, that is amazing” he did that “thank you, I used to work in a bar too. Anything else?” he asked “no, thank you though” he walked off “that is so sweet, you training him?” Ti laughed out “kind of, when I see him. I think he missed me that is why. He has been so loving towards me and he has been clingy a little. I admitted that I assumed he was cheating, and he said he don’t have time for that, with his team going towards winning, you know the Superbowl thing, he said I ain’t got time. I don’t care for other, when have I seen him out. He is wary with going out with the team after the drinking thing so yeah, my bad” she laughed “but you both good?” she nodded her head “I am happy, he is happy so what more do I need and want but I just think we need to make time, equally. He said about moving back and I said not right now, I feel that distance is working but I was being stupid, and he agreed. I think he felt power with me, and I was like no, so I am glad I moved out. He has calmed down, the thing is. Taylan is good but he has an issue with losing his temper now and then, and I said to him you can’t do that. Look Taylan is a handsome man, so cheating would be easy for him, but I believe he isn’t, I really don’t” nodding my head “he does have a temper, I have seen a change in him, meaning he doesn’t say things like he used. I mean we haven’t sat together yet” I laughed “oh he has time” Ti cringed “well I think he is calmer though, there was a time I wouldn’t stand him, I couldn’t come here openly. So I can put my hands up and say he has changed, for the good and for you” I pointed.

I am impressed by the cooking “so this was just purely you?” I asked “yes me, see I get bored and if you see the books. They are cooking books, I am learning. When I am at home I get bored, but I am not bored enough to go out with the boys, so I have learnt to bake and cook and stuff” that is cute “look at you, house husband. You going to turn house husband once you win the Superbowl” he is laughing “maybe, possibly. But like it’s a skill I needed to learn, so why not now. And I have been getting compliments, Ti is proud. She can’t cook” I shook my head “I couldn’t either, it was Oakley at the time that knew how to cook but it’s because of Debbie, why would we need to cook but I can now. One day I will invite you both” smiling at Ti “her one day means never” she knows me well “I mean, I said one day” I shrugged “you made the impression on Jaire you know; he can’t stop thinking about you” I pulled a face “stop it, I only smiled at him, and he couldn’t stop talking” that is so weird “I mean ask Tianna, he was like oh your sister. I can make her head turn, she is single. Ti goes you don’t know my sister; she is a hard girl, and you will have to be on your knees. He said I will, have you seen the ass on her, and Ti got mad, and then he apologised and then Ti said don’t bother, leave her alone. Then I said don’t, but he thinks he has a chance. I rate him for trying” I am stumped “I never gave him anything, he isn’t ugly. He is good looking but no, I mean why” I shrugged “so you still have your eyes set on Oakley?” Taylan asked “erm, we are you know, just talking and things” I shrugged “so yeah” nodding my head slowly “honestly, I have done too much for him to not want me so would I entertain another when I am trying to gain him back, no. If he openly said no to me then maybe but, he brings me the peace I need. And I am scared of other men” I admitted “sorry” he apologised “no like us men, like what happened. I get it” Taylan said “yeah so like if he said no, then I would be like maybe but that would be because he is friends with you so it would be on your head but men, they scare me in a way. I feel that fear because intentions are never to make me happy as a person, it’s always wow, you have big ass, like he did. I just want a guy to not look through me and I get that with Oakley, but I did a lot to him” now I feel sad “sorry, I didn’t mean to make this sad. Sorry” I waved him off smiling “it’s ok, you have changed a lot. The cocky guy I first met, to now and I admit that, and you did that for Tianna” Ti is smiling so hard right now “I had a chip on my shoulder, but like I saw Ti and I always liked her. I was just dumb” least he is admitting it.

Taylan took the plates with him “don’t be sad” Ti said “oh I am not sad, I am just you know” I shrugged “he has been so quiet and I don’t know if it’s because mom may have scared him but I don’t know, I think it’s a thing with us where we are in between on a road to I don’t know but like we had sex and now it’s dead, so yeah” I laughed “he does that a lot doesn’t he, he used to do that before and I told you to not give in with sex. Look Rylee, I think maybe you need to both lay it on with what you want and if it is that then go to couples therapy or just talk about what happened, I think it needs to be aired because he has to feel a type of way seeing you. Can he even trust you? Like we need to be realistic here, he saw you have sex with another man. I mean clearly you both can have sex, it happened but it���s just not normal to not speak on it. What was he like, I mean I don’t want to know details but like I mean to have sex, what happened? Who led who?” she asked “erm, we was on the bus and like we been sexting a little and stuff, when we got to the room. He laid it on me and then he stopped, like randomly and he just said I missed you but then I felt like he paused midway and like he remembered some shit so I continued it. But then at the hotel, we did it he” I paused “we had sex but he enjoyed more when I faced away from him, but then on the bus we did it facing each other” Ti cringed “maybe there is an issue there, with you. I mean like he saw you have sex with another” I swallowed hard “he also put his hand over my mouth when I said his name” Taylan came back “I hope you like this pie, I am sorry it’s shit” I laughed “oh no, don’t be. It looks fine” bless him “Taylan, can I ask. Hypothetically speaking, if you saw a video of me doing something with another man but I said your name during that process, it was filmed. How would that make you feel?” she asked him “I would hate you for it, but then for you to say my name with another man. That would throw me off too, but my hate would be there, why? Who you fucking” she laughed “my fingers, now go” I don’t know what to do “I don’t think he hates you but the essence of what happened is there, be careful” nodding my head.

My sister wants me to stay over here, I don’t know why but she feels I am too sad to go alone but I don’t want to stay here. But to see Taylan so different, he is so calm about things, I love to see it for them. They are in the kitchen cleaning, so I am facetiming Diji “sister, I am playing Fifa. What the hell?” he said, “paused my game too, what the hell you calling me?” he is shocked “I need a advice, from a man that is from around the same ends, be truthful with me too. You know everything that has happened right?” I asked “oh with you and old boy, yeah, yeah. What happened sister, speak to brother” he makes me laugh “where is Lillian?” he kisses his teeth “she is fuck knows, I think she said about fucking. Being with Halle, but yeah somewhere” he laughed “where you at? Come over” shaking my head “in New York but erm, you know every detail and you my friend. I just want to know what to do. With him seeing that video, and everything I done, like would you forgive. If that was Lillian, would you?” he stared at me, then sighed out “man, it’s hard you know. I think homeboy is stuck in a way, like on the road guys be clowning can’t lie. Ear on the ground they saying he is a clown for everything to happen to him, to let it happen to him too. I think from what I know of him, he doesn’t care about it but to see that, that would fuck me up. I rather not see it, like I love Lillian but to have that notion of another man being with her, on top of her” he cringed, I closed my eyes “we had sex though, but he was for it then he backed away, then I pushed it. But the second time he faced me away, not thinking anything of it. Now he won’t message me, it’s gone dead like he does” Diji looked at me in sadness “his mind sister, it’s probably a mess. To you it’s like it’s fine but he is probably feeling a lot, give it time” I want this to work so bad “I don’t know what to do” I said to myself “time is a great healer” Diji said “why would I have sex with him” I said to myself “I don’t think you should feel negative about it, he probably felt a type of way in the moment” maybe I am doing too, my head is a mess.

I think Robyn and I have caused a lot of drama in Scotland by just walking around, we are trying to be normal people with Aziel and just have fun with him, he really enjoyed the train ride here, I think it must have been his first time, then he fell asleep. Now he’s excited about deep sea world “who would have thought this would turn into a babysitting trip” Robyn is so rude “how rude” I said to her “I’m joking, I adore him. Maybe we should have bought Emi?” She suggested a little too late “it’s like they both could grow up together, but we have kind of let them grow up apart” she has a point “but all Aziel does is slap her” Robyn scoffed “he’s so naughty towards her” walking to the entrance “and who do we have here?” The guy asked “papa” Aziel ran to me “hey, tell him your name” I said, the guy looked a little shocked “tell him your name” now Aziel wants to be shy “Aziel” he said in a whisper “what a beautiful name, shall we take a picture of you before you enter your journey” walking over to the green screen “come” I said to him standing next to Robyn “I would say grandparents but you both look so fantastic” I laughed out “thank you bro” Robyn and I held Aziel hand “one, two, three. Smile” he took the picture “can you make sure you post that up once they get there, don’t want fans picking it up” our bodyguard said to him “of course, enjoy” Aziel ran off ahead “fishy!” The kid runs off too quickly “we should have bought Emi you know” come to think of it, we are dumb because they could have hung out together, I think we just left so abruptly too and left it to Amerie. I am sure Emi will forgive us; she has dumb parents.

“Wow” Aziel said seeing the sharks go by “this shit makes me feel weird, like what if that motherfucker just breaks the glass and comes at us?” Robyn shushed me “stop swearing, there is kids around” she got a point “big papa, look” he pointed “I know right, and it will eat you” I tickled him “stop” he giggled “you want to move on?” I asked, but he is just busy staring at the shark “I am going to leave you here so he can eat you” I walked off “he won’t care, look at him stood there without a care” walking over to Robyn smirking “I can’t believe we offered to keep him overnight” I gasped “don’t be doing my guy like that, not like we always have him. That is what I am saying, I rather have had them in America but it’s hard. We don’t see him in months sometimes” turning around and at the same time Aziel is looking and he laughed looking away “cheeky, checking to see we are here still” he is something else “I really don’t like him being around with the grown boys, this is why I agreed. The boys don’t know how to take care of him, he is mimicking them too. With that lollipop stick, he pretending to smoke, it’s just not good but we can’t say anything about the parenting can we” shaking my head “he will be starting school, so he won’t be in that environment, Oakley is too free with him. I have said it to him one time” I get Robyn concern “just not good, they are being boys but he is a child. The music too, but I will stay out of it Chris” Robyn said but I don’t think this is the last of it with her, she always got more to say.

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[subwaysurf45]

The Smell of Perfume

summary: Bucky gets to look around your childhood bedroom that hasn't changed since you were a kid

words: 3k

warnings: just crying for two seconds but it's fluff

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“Oh god,” you sighed once you pushed open the door to your childhood bedroom, Bucky was right on your tail trying his best to conceal his laughter, “I can’t believe they wouldn’t leave you alone!” you didn’t even look back, all you did was faceplant on your bed. The scent of your mother’s fabric softener smacked you with a wave of nostalgia.

After many years of friendship and one year of dating you finally introduced Bucky to your parents. They were nice until they weren’t, question after question and repeating the questions again. There were times where Bucky had to slightly raise his voice to talk to your grandfather who was there as well, it caught Bucky off guard when he found out that your grandfather was a World War Two vet. Near the end of the small talk, before you ran up to your room, Bucky had taken your grandfather outside on the porch to talk to him, it lasted a very long time. You on the other hand turned to your parents and scolded them for the insane amount of questions and bugging.

“I bet Bucky loves to answer your questions,” you looked over your shoulder to make sure Bucky wasn’t listening, “but he can get overwhelmed and when he’s fiddling with the hem of my shirt,” you narrowed your eyes at your dad, “he’s not acting like a child, he’s telling me he’s very anxious.”

“He was following you like a lost puppy,” your dad took a swig of his beer, “you used to grab my shirt when you were a kid, he’s over a hundred and he’s acting like a child.”

“He's a nervous human,” your voice slightly raised but Bucky was still outside, “he’s been through so much and when you start to ask him about Hydra and being the Winter Soldier-” you took a deep breath, you slowed down again, “when you ask that stuff it doesn’t help him, and he gets the same PTSD symptoms as grandpa. Ask him about his favourite dessert or if he likes the New York Mets or Jets, don’t ask him about his darkest moments in life.”

The door to the back yard opened and everyone looked over to see Bucky helping your grandpa in. By chance Bucky was using his left arm to help him get up the steps, even that made your eyes swell. You walked over to Bucky and he turned to you after he got your grandpa on the recliner, he just wrapped his arm around your waist and took hold on your shirt.

“I’m going to show Bucky my room,” you didn’t wait for any type of confirmation, you just took him up.

That’s where you were now, face down on your twin sized bed, breathing in the aggressive cleaner your mother still uses to this day. At the sound of a hum you looked up, Bucky was just looking around from where he was standing. You flipped onto your back and watched as Bucky looked over and around, nodding his head at every new thing he saw. He was so focused on taking in your room he didn’t notice you had begun to watch him, just waiting for him to walk around.

“Can I touch stuff?” he spoke but didn’t look over, after a beat where you didn’t answer he looked over. Instantly a blush grew on his face, it always happened when he caught you looking at him, now embarrassed he was being looked at.

“Go ahead,” you whispered and snuggled further into your pillows.

As Bucky picked up little things you couldn’t help but start to get vivid flashbacks of your childhood, the memories and feeling stuffed inside of a little plush seemed impossible, but it was real. Bucky picked up the books you read as a kid, he slowly saw your taste in literature change, the adult books had annotations and markings on them.

“You’ve talked about this one,” he whispered, his finger running down the lifted cover, “it’s seen better days, huh?” He flipped through the pages and really saw the spills from wax, coffee and random things like paint. The pages were creased from water damage but still smiled when he picked it up, “it’s been loved.”

You just nodded, not wanting to break the glass surrounding you. It was so quiet and calm here, you could feel a string attached to the both of you, keeping you together. Talking or even making a noise could snap the beautiful feeling you’ve both created. The word ‘intimacy’ was always used to surround sex or sexual activity, but right now you’ve never felt more intimate. Bucky kept looking back at you with a small smile, like he was feeling it too. The pure love that was pushed around the room with every flip through of a book washed your face clean, it came in waves with every new thing Bucky looked at.

He moved a bit to your dresser and picked up the perfume bottle that sat there, the lid came off easily. When he brought it to his nose with one long sniff the smell seemed to take him back a few years, “oh my god,” Bucky muttered as he smelt it again, “I can picture this, the day I met you, oh wow…” he sighed and let his eyes flutter shut, his left hand that wasn’t holding the bottle up to his nose held onto the dresser to brace himself.

“I wore that the day I met you?” you giggled, Bucky eagerly nodded which made you laugh louder.

“So here’s what happened,” Bucky breathed in again, “it was my eighth day at the compound and Steve was still showing me around,” sniff, “and you had gotten back from a mission and were sweaty,” sniff, “so when Steve pulled you over to me you were quickly dousing yourself in this stuff,” sniff, “so that I couldn’t smell your sweat,” sniff, he held it before letting the breath out through his mouth. Bucky opened his eyes and looked over to you, “come here really quick.”

You got up and faced him, Bucky sprayed a bit on both sides of your neck before putting the bottle down. With a childish smile he pulled you in for a hug, your arms warped around his neck while his fingers were spread apart against your back. Bucky had told you he always tried to cover as much surface area of your back when hugging you, it helped that he had big hands.

“It’s like a time machine if you close your eyes,” Bucky whispered, “I can picture how happy you were to see me, even though you hadn’t met me and I didn’t say a word.”

“I remember it too,” you faced Bucky’s neck. Your nose was pressed right up against where he sprayed his cologne, he sprayed a lot before coming here because he was nervous.

“I knew I could trust you because when I froze up you pulled away,” Bucky held you tighter, “you didn’t get mad or look at me weird, you just said you were a hugger and that you’d be there to give me a hug whenever I wanted, not questions asked,” Bucky took a deep breath in at the memory, “I found you the next day to hug you, and it was the best ever,” Bucky pulled away, a few tears were in his eyes, “can I tell you something?”

“Of course,” you were worried about him crying but it was normal for Bucky to cry when he was overstimulated with emotion.

“When I hugged you for the first time you did this thing where you cupped the back of my head,” Bucky smiled as it went up to his eyes, causing a few tears to slip out, “it reminded me of my ma,” he looked down and you saw a few tears fall to the floor, when he looked up more filled his eyes. He was smiling through the pain, every few seconds he’d let out a breath and his smile would drop. You wiped away the tears but he held your wrist to stop your hand, making you cup his cheek. He tilted his head and kissed the inside of your palm, “she would have loved you.”

At that you let out a sob and fell back into his arms, both of you pulled one another so tight it was hard to breathe, but it was worth it. The tears were just there, some were happy and some were sad, every few seconds Bucky would let out a breathy laugh but then sniffle the tears back. Both faces hid into the other’s shoulder, Bucky pressed a kiss to your neck when you brought a hand up to cup the back of his head.

You both pulled away and laughed it off, wiping and kissing each other's tears away. Bucky couldn’t stop smiling, it made its way onto your face as well. “Show me something funny so we don't cry again,” Bucky joked and looked over your shoulder, he saw medals and trophies on a little stand. He walked over and you followed, his hand around your waist but not holding your shirt.

“Here’s the trophies from when I was a kid,” you smiled up at him, he was extremely impressed.

“That’s my girl!” he smacked your ass which made you yelp, he picked up the biggest trophy, you couldn’t help but jump back on the bed to cover your embarrassment. You could hear him picking up every single one and inspecting it, the little clinks of them hitting one another and his proud whispers. “I’m bringing some of these back to the compound,” he laughed.

“Yeah,” you rolled over to see him, “my grade six science fair win will totally work in our bedroom.”

“I’ll make it work,” Bucky smirked, “trust me.”

You just laid there and let your eyes close, Bucky could still be heard making his way around the room. After a while you felt the small bed dip and Bucky spoon you, his arm went over your waist and his leg snuck between yours. His hand found the spot where your shirt had rolled up and left a part of your stomach exposed, his thumb brushed back and forth as he got comfortable behind you. His nose was right against your hair and his chest fit perfectly against your back.

“I wish I could show you my room,” he whispered.

“Tell me about it,” you snuggled further back into him.

“Well,” he sighed, “it was very plain, only the necessities. Small bed and small desk,” you could tell his eyes were closed and he was picturing it, “grey undertones everywhere, no colour, that was a big difference.” He was quiet after that, “I had my draft document posted on the wall with a thumb tack I stole from my ma, I also had a couple pages worth of Steve’s illnesses so I could remember the symptoms and all that.”

“Really?” you were shocked he’d do that.

“Ya, Steve had a lot,” Bucky laughed, “I needed to remember everything so if he had to go to the hospital they knew he was allergic to latex and all that,” Bucky pulled you tighter, “I also had notes that got passed around our classrooms, I’d read over them from time to time.” he nuzzled deeper into you, part of you thought he was smelling that perfume on you again.

“What did you and my grandpa talk about?” you knew the answer.

“The war,” Bucky responded quickly, but paused after. “It was nice to hear him talk about the aftermath, it was like closure from a person who actually knew what they were saying, very few people know what it was actually like back then.” His thumb was still rubbing your skin, “he was never involved with Hydra, but he was still there,” Bucky rolled you over to face him, “he told me how a letter that I wrote home to my ma was put in the newspaper.”

“Really?” you’d never heard of that story before.

“I told her how much gum we had, how it was used as its own currency when dealing with other countries that weren’t introduced to it yet,” Bucky smiled, “who knew gum would be the topic of discussion next to the cross word,” he paused, “apparently a few of my letters made it into the newspaper, some of them are in the archives at the Smithsonian, as a vet he got to see them.”

“Do you want to see them?” you reached up to cup his cheek.

“Not really,” he looked off, “I’ve finally let him rest, I’ve moved on and I think seeing that will send me into a spiral I won’t get out of.”

You just smiled up at him, “the Bucky I first met all those years ago would’ve never said that.”

Bucky smiled and lowered his head, “the Bucky you met will never be seen again, I don’t want to spend my life thinking of something I can’t change,” he shook his head in disbelief, “this doesn’t even sound like me talking but I mean it, I’ve never been more happy in my life, and I think that’s because of you.”

There were no words left that could truly capture how you feel, you were left speechless. All you could do was pull down and lay him on your chest when you flipped to your back, he welcomed the gesture and snuggled closer into you. His arms were securely wrapped around you and his head was deep in your chest, he matched his breathing to yours. Only now were you reminded of the people downstairs, you could hear muffled voices between the three of the adults. Maybe you heard your name but you didn’t care, you were too wrapped up with Bucky being wrapped around you. As you ran your fingers through his hair you couldn’t help but notice the smile that grew onto his face, he’d shiver and pull you closer, you’d then just run your fingers through the same spot that made him shake a bit.

After a while you headed out before the sun went down, everyone said their goodbye and you drove home. Bucky was weirdly on his phone the entire time, he looked to be typing something. Every time you’d look over he’d shield it from you, “eye’s on the road,'' would be spoken from his lips. By the time you actually got back to the compound Bucky was giddy, he kept taunting you jokingly because you didn’t know what he was doing. You both walked in and Bucky flashed the phone at you but you weren’t able to read it, you were just over it at this point. For the rest of the day Bucky was out and about, you didn’t really see him. He kept texting you and telling you he had a surprise, a gift for such a nice afternoon at your parent’s house.

Bucky walked into Steve’s room, “you have it?” Bucky eagerly asked.

“You know it, punk,” Steve walked over to his desk and grabbed a folded piece of paper, “first time I picked up a pencil to draw in a very long time,” Steve rubbed the back of his neck, “thank you, Bucky, I forgot what it was like to draw.”

“Thank you,” Bucky pulled him in for a hug, “you have no idea how much this means to me,” Bucky opened the piece of paper and threw his head back with a laugh, “this is perfect!” he brought the page closer to inspect, “ you even got Mr. Snuggles, you jerk!” Steve just smiled knowingly, both of them ended up talking about the 40’s for a while.

“Alright, I’ll see you for that run tomorrow,” Bucky waved at the threshold of Steve’s door, Steve waved and Bucky ran down his shared room with you.

“There you are,” you smiled sweetly at him, “you disappeared right when we got back-what’s that?” you saw the paper in his hand.

Bucky just left it on the dresser and made his way over to you, “I have a gift like I said before,” he smiled, “but just know Steve drew this, okay?”

“Okay, okay, just show me!” you were bursting with excitement, Bucky passed the paper to you, “thank you.” you slowly opened it to see a room, it was very narrow. There was a twin bed on the right with a stuffed bunny sitting at the head of the bed, it seemed like the blanket was vertically striped. The hardwood floors ran with the stripes, as well as the small oval rug. There was a desk that looked to be wood with a few papers on it and a very uncomfortable looking chair. It was when you saw the papers on the wall did you know, “this is your room,” you said with a gasp, it wasn’t a question.

As Bucky looked at it, it seemed to come alive. He could picture himself falling into bed after a long day and letting Steve sleep there while he was sick. After Steve’s mother passed Bucky took the most care of him, Bucky would give the medicine and run a warm cloth over Steve’s forehead. He also saw himself later in life, things that never happened. He could picture what it would’ve been like to come home and see Rebecca sitting on his bed, waiting. Because it never happened his mind made it look like it was a moving sketch. Becca would always be in Bucky’s room, even though it was small, Becca’s was smaller. She needed to sprawl out her growing legs and annoy her older brother. She’d read the notes from classmates on Bucky’s wall and poke fun at Bucky’s crush on a girl he called ‘Da’.

“My blanket was blue, so was the rug,” Bucky pointed out to them, “the bunny was white but it got dirty over time,” he chuckled, “that’s why Steve smudged it to be grey, that punk.”

“It looks so quaint,” you looked up at him, “so...you...” the pads of your fingers traced lightly over the art, careful not to smudge it. “Let’s hang it,” you said while standing.

Bucky just watched as you found a pin and smushed it into the wall with the picture, taking a step back to see it in its glory again you felt two arms wrap around your waist. Bucky’s head leaned on your shoulder but no one said a word. His nose pushed into your neck as you leaned back into him, you could feel his smile.

“I can smell your perfume,” his voice was muffled.

“I put more on,” you whispered back, “and I bought some.”

Just three kisses to your neck before you were picked up and thrown on the bed, “you bought more!” His smile was wide, “no way!” he jumped on and pulled you close, “I’m never leaving this spot,” you were on top of him but his nose was right in your neck, where you’ve sprayed when you met him all those years ago and where you spray to this day.

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[contemplativepancakes]

sunsets for somebody else

Daphne runs into her long lost husband arguing with another man in the grocery store. Things start to take a turn when she realizes they're married.

The bottle of bleach drops from Daphne’s hand into her cart, landing with a sloshing thud as she takes in the scene in front of her, frozen in her tracks. Emmanuel is standing right in front of her, arguing with another man about cleaning supplies.

Wearing a beige trench coat for some inexplicable reason—it’s almost 90 degrees outside—Emmanuel listens to a man who’s explaining in minute detail how to clean an oven. They’re both wearing wedding rings, and Daphne’s heart swells for a moment before she realizes it’s a different ring from the one she gave Emmanuel all those years ago.

“Dean, I don’t think this is safe for Jack. This is going to create noxious fumes,” Emmanuel says, squinting at the ingredients of the cleaner apparently-Dean had thrust at him.

Dean pinches the bridge of his nose, and Daphne squeezes the handle of her shopping cart harder, feeling faint. It’s not every day you come across your long lost husband at the Stop N’ Shop.

“I think the kid can take some fumes,” Dean says, plucking the bottle out of Emmanuel’s hands and putting it in the cart. “We wouldn’t even have to worry about this if someone didn’t let the pizza fall onto the bottom of the oven.”

“The directions said to put it directly on the middle rack!” Emmanuel protests, and Dean rubs a hand down Emmanuel’s back in a familiar way that makes Daphne’s stomach roil.

She’s not jealous, she’s not. She was just helping Emmanuel when she found him, after all. Their marriage was simply one of…convenience for Emmanuel. It’s not like he had a birth certificate with him, or a social security number. What did Daphne get out of all this? Well. Daphne looks at his cheek bones wistfully, her gaze dipping down to his strong forearms his trench coat is rolled up to reveal.

Dean rolls his eyes fondly, and then he tugs Emmanuel into his side, kissing him on the temple. Daphne jerks her stare away for a moment before returning it, noticing now that their wedding rings match.

“Emmanuel?” she chokes out, against her better judgment.

For a long second, she doesn’t think Emmanuel heard her, but he turns around. “Daphne?”

Daphne nods, her words forsaking her. She doesn’t miss the way Dean clutches possessively at Emmanuel’s hip.

“I…thought you were dead,” she finally says. “I filed a missing person report.”

Dean squints at her, before something like recognition passes over her face, and now that she thinks about it, Daphne recognizes him, too. He’s the one who showed up right before everything went to shit. Horror stories of Stockholm syndrome flash through her mind.

“Emmanuel, are you…happy?” she settles on.

Emmanuel gives her a smile, leaning harder into Dean. “I am.”

“Good. That’s. Good,” she says, a strangled look on her face, she’s sure. “Would you want to catch up some time?” she asks before she fully registers what’s coming out of her mouth.

Emmanuel gives her a warm smile. “I’d love that.”

As they set up a time to get coffee, Daphne tries to ignore the glare Dean levels at her throughout the whole conversation. He insists that their meeting be tomorrow, since apparently they won’t be in the area for long. Daphne tries to ignore the warning bells in her mind that tell her she’s about to get murdered and takes solace in the fact that at least they’re meeting in a public place.

Besides, even if Emmanuel’s husband is a serial killer, surely Emmanuel won’t let him murder her, right?

-

The next day, Daphne hems and haws as she debates what to wear. Whatever this is, it’s the exact opposite of a date, anyway. She knocks on the door of her foster child, Alex, to wake them up before she goes into the bathroom to do her hair and makeup. Really, she’s just doing it for herself. She’s allowed to want to look nice!

When she finally deems herself as ready as she’s going to get, she goes back to Alex’s room to make sure they’re actually up. To her pleasant surprise, they’re sitting on the edge of their bed putting on their socks and almost ready. “Excited for school today?” she asks.

Alex makes a face at her. “Never,” they say, but their voice at least has the edge of a smile to it.

They’ve come a long way since they were first placed with her, and even though Daphne knows she shouldn’t be getting overly attached, she can’t help it. She walks down the steps and into the kitchen, deliberating for a moment on breakfast before putting frozen waffles into the toaster. If she’s about to get murdered while Alex is at school, she can at least make sure the last thing she made for them wasn’t cereal.

Alex tromps down the steps, dragging their bookbag behind them, and Daphne hides her smile behind her glass of orange juice. Alex lights up at the sight of the waffles, disturbingly easy to please, as always. They inhale them, as teenagers do, before putting their dishes in the sink. Daphne cracks open her laptop as they wait for the bus, attempting to get some of her work done for the day since she’ll be taking a break later for the coffee. She really hopes her boss doesn’t try and call her while she’s out.

Or, maybe she does. She’s not sure she’s prepared for the level of awkwardness that she’s about to go through, but maybe it won’t be as bad as she thinks. She really wants to know what Emmanuel has been up to for all of this time. She’s still…embarrassingly hung up on him, and it would be nice to get some closure.

The bus pulling up in front of the house jerks her out of her thoughts, and she gives Alex a wave before they race off to get on. She watches them settle into a seat with one of their friends, and smiles at the fact that they even have friends now.

In the end, Daphne doesn’t manage to get much work done before she clambers into her car and drives to the coffee shop they agreed on. She doesn’t really think she needs caffeine with the way her leg is bouncing already.

Emmanuel and Dean are already there when she walks in, Emmanuel with a cup of black coffee he’s dumping sugar packets into and Dean with something with whipped cream and chocolate syrup drizzled on top. She gives them a tentative wave before ordering hot chocolate for herself, settling herself delicately in the seat across from them.

“So,” Dean says. “You were Cas’s wife?”

She squints. “Cas?”

Emmanuel speaks up. “After I regained my memories, I remembered that was my name.”

“Oh.” Smiling weakly, she tries to reconcile that. “You have them all back now?”

Emman—Cas nods.

“Just forgot about me, though?” she tries to ask lightly, but it comes out a little garbled.

“You took advantage of him!” Dean explodes from the other side of the table, making Daphne flinch. “Who the fuck finds someone naked with no memories and marries them?”

“Dean,” Cas chastises, his arm shifting like he’s putting his hand on Dean’s thigh under the table.

“I was helping him,” Daphne says hotly. “Would you have just wanted me to leave him there?”

Cutting Dean off before he can say anything else, Cas looks at Daphne and smiles in a way that makes her heart flutter. “I’m very grateful. I don’t know what I would have done without you. I’m sorry I didn’t reach out to let you know I was alright.”

Dean crosses his arms over his chest and leans back in his chair, taking a sip of his sugar monstrosity. He comes away with a whipped cream mustache, and it’s hard not to laugh as he wipes it away in total seriousness.

“So,” Daphne says. “You two have a kid? Jack?”

Scowling, which seems to be Dean’s automatic reflex, he exchanges a glance with Cas before softening. “Yeah, we have a kid. He’s four.”

Daphne thinks maybe Dean should have been a little bit more concerned about the fumes of cleaning chemicals if they have a four year old, but she keeps her judgments to herself. Cas beams. “He’s very bright.”

Returning the smile tentatively, Daphne asks, “How long have you two been married?”

“It’s almost our one year anniversary,” Dean says gruffly.

Daphne tries not to let it affect her, even if that’s more time than she ever got with Cas. “Practically newly weds, then!”

“It’s been an adventure; that’s certain,” Cas says, smiling serenely even as Dean elbows his ribs. “Tell us about you, Daphne. What have you been doing?”

Daphne shrugs a shoulder. “Oh, not too much.” Mourning the man I pulled out of the woods and saved and married, she doesn’t say. She knows Emmanuel never felt the same way about her that she did him. “I got approved to be a foster parent, so I’ve had a few kids come through.”

“Helping people has always been your calling,” Cas says softly.

Daphne takes a few minutes to gush about Alex, and her previous kids before them, before she notices Dean’s not actively glaring at her anymore.

“That’s…nice,” he begrudges when she finishes.

“What do you do, Dean?”

Looking like he just dropped something on his foot, he stammers before he hastily says, “I work construction.”

Daphne squints at him. She has the feeling he’s lying to her, but she has no idea why he would be.

“And what about you, Cas?”

“Oh, I mostly just take care of Jack.”

“You’re a stay at home dad?” she asks, the thought making her stomach twist into knots and heat rise to her face.

“Of a sorts,” Cas agrees.

God, they’re making it impossible to carry on a conversation with them. Daphne keeps a smile pasted to her face. “What do you two do for fun?”

“I’m convinced Dean thinks fun is superfluous,” Cas confides, even as Dean splutters at him. “But I like to drag him to thrift stores with me. Dean likes to bake, also.”

“I work on cars, too,” Dean says, and Daphne can feel his desperation to maintain his facade.

She tries not to quirk a smile at his discomfort. They chat for a while longer, Dean getting increasingly dodgy about the questions she asks before she finally excuses herself to go to the bathroom. She shuts the door behind her and looks down at the dank floor. Is she getting what she wanted out of this? She has no idea what she even imagined happening when she asked to catch up. Emmanuel running away with her? Maybe in her wildest fantasies. Taking a deep breath to ground herself, she looks in the mirror and checks her makeup, rubbing at her under eye circles before walking back out of the bathroom.

Cas is at the counter ordering another drink, for Dean, by the sound of the sugar content, and she walks over to him. Hesitating before she bites the bullet, she asks, “You’re not…like, being held against your will, right? That Dean seems,” she pauses, “interesting.”

Cas laughs warmly, putting a hand over Daphne’s. “No, nothing like that. This is a choice of my own free will, believe it or not. Dean is much more caring than he lets on.”

Well, Daphne’s not sure she believes it, but. At least he’s happy, and in the end, that’s all she’s ever wanted for him.

#supernatural #destiel #castiel #outsider pov #daphne allen #the born again identity #contemplative writing

[aethelflaedladyofmercia]

(Because - as has rightfully been pointed out - the angel needs his cuddles, too.)

--

“Crowley?”

“Nnnnh?” The sprawl of limbs dozing on the sofa shifted, resolving into six feet of lazy demon.

“Can you help me with this?” Rising up on his toes, Aziraphale gestured with the book in his hand. “I can’t quite reach the top shelf.”

“Don’t you have a stool or something?”

“It’s on the other side of the shop, and you’re right here.”

With another groan, Crowley rolled off the sofa in a strange, almost fluid motion, and sauntered across the room. “Where does it go?”

“Just there.” He pointed again as Crowley took the book, glaring at the top shelf. It was, in reality, slightly too high for either of them to reach.

Crowley stretched, standing on his own toes, one hand resting on Aziraphale’s shoulder for balance, until he could just barely get the corner of the book into the gap between two others, and shoved it hard into place.

“There. If that broke the thing, s’not my fault.”

“No, I wouldn’t dream of…thank you, my dear.”

“Mmmh.” Crowley gave Aziraphale a half-grin before wandering back towards his favorite resting spot.

Behind his back, Aziraphale pressed his own hand to where his shoulder still burned with lovely heat.

--

“Crowley? I think I could use a hand again.”

“Are you serious?” he groaned. “You going to tell me you can’t reach your own mugs now?”

Aziraphale glanced at the cupboard again. It did look too low for that, didn’t it? “Of course not. I…I think I should reorganize my wine. I need you to hold some bottles for me.”

“Why?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Some of those wine bottles haven’t moved in over a century. Why would you need to do this now?”

“That…” He felt a flash of embarrassment, quickly turned it into indignation. “That’s hardly any of your concern, now is it? You come to my shop, day after day, just to lounge about. This isn’t one of your – your ancient temples, you can’t just laze around while the human worshippers fan you and feed you peeled grapes…”

A shadow fell across Aziraphale, and he turned to see Crowley, leaning against the doorway to the little kitchen, lopsided grin on his face. “That’s a very elaborate fantasy you’ve concocted.”

Aziraphale pressed his lips together and turned back to the wine, grabbing a few bottles at random. “It’s not a – a fantasy. I know what you used to get up to in Egypt. And Greece. And a dozen other snake-worshipping cultures.”

“I was hardly—oof.” He grabbed the bottle of red that Aziraphale had all but thrust into his stomach, long fingers dragging across the back of Aziraphale’s hand, leaving behind a trail of fireworks.

“Good. That.” Aziraphale cleared his throat, staring at a row of champagne bottles. “That should go in the, er, Italian section. Tuscany.”

“You going to arrange them geographically now?”

“Of course! Region, then year, then type of grape. Perfectly logical. These are from, um, Piedmont.” He held out two more bottles.

Shrugging, Crowley put the first on the table and reached out. Aziraphale stood perfectly still, so that he couldn’t miss Crowley’s smallest finger brushing against his thumb in passing.

--

“Now what are you doing?”

“What does it look like? I’m – I’m sweeping under the sofa. Kindly move those – those pipe cleaners you call legs.”

“You never sweep.”

“That’s entirely untrue.” Aziraphale reached as far as his arm would go, vaguely sliding the brush from side to side. Shuffled a little to the left, until his shoulder bumped up against Crowley’s calf, fire bursting through him again.

“Sorry,” Crowley mumbled, and in an instant the legs were gone, neatly folded up beneath him.

Blast. Aziraphale glanced up with feigned concern. “You better not be putting your boots on…ah.” Crowley wiggled his toes, covered in a black snakeskin sock that was a little too skin-tight and convincing. With a grin and a shrug, the demon curled in on himself again, neatly out of the way, and turned his attention back to his mobile phone.

“Right. Well. Good.” Aziraphale ducked his head, and scrubbed hard at the floor.

--

“Crowley, help me move this chair.”

“Crowley, hold this ladder while I climb.”

“Crowley, hand me that cloth, I dropped it again.”

“Crowley…”

“Crowley…”

“Crowley…”

--

“Crowley, come over here, I need your hands again.”

“Are you going to pay me for all this work?”

“Nonsense. I’m exploiting you, like any good capitalist.” He pressed his hands down on the cover of the book, sharp scent of glue filling the air. “Come along, I can’t actually go over there to get you.”

Another string of garbled syllables, and once again Crowley stood at his shoulder. “What are you doing this time?”

“I’m rebinding this book. The glue sets overnight, so I need you to hold it while I get something heavy to put on top.”

“Um.” A long pause. “I can get something heavy for you.”

“No, I need you to hold this.”

Another pause, this time the silence tinged with suspicion. “Don’t you have a – a press or something?”

Aziraphale kept his eyes firmly forward, away from Crowley. “Will you just…stop asking foolish questions and do as you’re asked?”

Two hands slapped down onto the cover, perfectly between Aziraphale’s without touching either of them. He could feel the warmth of Crowley’s shoulder, so tantalizingly close.

“Well?” Crowley finally prompted. “Aren’t you going to move?”

“No.” He swallowed. “Not when you’re holding it wrong. Look. You need to be here, in front of the book.”

“Yeah. Where you’re standing.” Aziraphale could feel the look Crowley shot through his glasses.

“Oh, fine.” Removing his hands, Aziraphale stepped back and to the side, letting the demon take his place. “No, not like that! Honestly, my dear fellow, you need to pay more attention.”

“Wha—?”

Before he could think better of it, Aziraphale’s hands shot out, carefully encircling Crowley’s waist, just above the hips. “Center yourself,” he said, nudging to the left as his arms soaked in wave after wave of heat. Not enough. “And a little closer.” An infinitesimal push, enough to bring his chest almost, almost against Crowley’s back. He ached for it, that last bit of space.

Well. There was one option.

“Good. Now. Just need to position your hands correctly.”

Leaning forward, Aziraphale placed his hands on the backs of Crowley’s, pressing against his back. His feet shifted, and now his chin rested on that black-clad shoulder, and his legs bracketed Crowley’s, his arms rested against Crowley’s…

Every part of them, together.

With his eyes closed, everything else fell away, except for Crowley, his presence fluttering under Aziraphale’s skin like a second heartbeat. He drank it in, more and more, trying to fill every empty space inside himself, but it wasn’t enough, it would never be enough—

“Angel?”

In an instant, he was back in the shop, stumbling away. “Yes. That. That should…I’ll…”

Aziraphale spun and hurried away, closing his ears to the worry in Crowley’s voice.

--

“Crowley? Can you—”

“Nope.”

“I…” Aziraphale tried to muster up his indignation again, but after the bookbinding fiasco, it was impossible. “Of course. I’ll just…”

“Nope, I need your help.”

He turned, slowly, to where the long shape of his companion sprawled across the sofa, one foot over the arm, the other dangling off the side, hands folded behind his head.

“What…what do you need.”

Crowley lifted one hand and pointed to a shelf behind the sofa. “That one.”

“I…” Aziraphale moved closer, trying to see what he was pointing at. “You want a book?”

“Mmmh. Right there.”

Frowning, he took a few more steps. “Isn’t that a dictionary?”

“Nnh? No, not that one, that one.” The finger didn’t move.

“Why…why can’t you…?”

With a snort, Crowley dropped his hand, tucked it behind his head again. “Sprained my back doing all your chores. I’m out of commission. I need a book to entertain me during my long convalescence.”

“And what happened to your clever little telephone?”

“Finished it.”

“You…you finished it?”

“Yup. Browsed the whole internet. Found the end. Lousy twist in the last chapter.”

From the tilt of his head, Aziraphale could tell that Crowley’s eyes were shut, lost in the perverse joy of his silly claims. That should have made this easier, but he still hesitated as he leaned across the sofa, rested his hand on the back. His arms passed over the top of Crowley’s head by several centimeters.

“Did you mean…this one?” His fingers hovered over a likely tome.

“Hmm. Nope. Further down.”

A step to the side, knees coming close to where Crowley’s leg carelessly hung, as if it were too much work to pull it onto the sofa with the rest of him. “This one?”

“One shelf down.”

He bent even lower, until his stomach hovered, just above—

Crowley struck, fast as a serpent, his lazy sprawl suddenly a flurry of motion as arms and legs grappled Aziraphale, constricted, twisted around to slam him into the sofa cushions, to lie there with Crowley straddling his middle, hands pressing down on his shoulders.

Aziraphale’s heart fluttered so that he could hardly breathe.

“Good. Now. What do you want?”

“I…” Aziraphale shook his head. “I don’t…”

“Yes. You do.” One hand shot up and ripped his glasses off, tossing them aside, then pressed down again on the angel’s chest. Golden eyes bore into him. “Bless it, Aziraphale, all day you’ve asked me to do everything except for – whatever it is you need! Just tell me!”

“I…” He pressed his eyes shut, trying to ignore the way his skin burned, electrified, alive. “I can’t. It’s…it’s foolish. It’s too much…”

“Angel.” Softer now, so soft it could break his heart. “Nothing will ever be too much. Just ask.”

“No…”

“I can’t help you if you don’t ask.”

With an effort, Aziraphale managed to press one trembling hand against his eyes. Tried hard to steady himself. “Crowley. I…I don’t know how to explain it. I feel…cold. Empty. Alone, even with you here. Like something inside me just…died, and left me hollow…”

The weight shifted, easing off his shoulders, and when he looked, Crowley was sitting up. Further away.

“Do you…did Heaven do something to you? When you left?”

“No.” How his voice shook! “No, I – I thought that at first, but…in truth…it’s been coming on…for simply ages.” The shop grew misty, and Aziraphale closed his eyes again. “A little worse every time I – I felt my superiors’ disappointment. Every time I failed at a task. Every…every time I visited Heaven and realized…I didn’t belong.” He tried to rub his eyes again and found they were wet. “No…no this isn’t anything but…my own…inadequacy.”

“Don’t say that.”

“It’s true! I’m not…not strong they way you are.” His hand reached out, grasping, and found Crowley’s, wrapping gently around his fingers. It surged through him again, warmth, strength, solidity. Everything Aziraphale lacked. “I can feel it in you. It’s beautiful. And I want – want to drink it in, fill myself, but I’m bottomless, I just take, and take, and it’s not enough. It will never be enough!” He pulled his hand away, ready to flee from the sofa, to hide from his shame. Ready for his only friend to pull away in disgust at his selfishness, his greed.

Instead, Crowley lowered himself, stretching his long body across Aziraphale, head tucked under his chin, hands resting on his arms. “Is this better?”

It swept through him again and again, with every beat of Crowley’s heart. Not just heat. Something that Aziraphale had been lacking, craving, for more centuries than the Earth had existed.

Love.

A sob escaped him, pitiful, even as he drank it all in, greedily, more than he ever deserved, possessive arms twisting around Crowley as if to pull him into Aziraphale’s chest.

“S’alright,” Crowley murmured, and his hand pressed against the curve of Aziraphale’s cheek, brilliant as starlight. “How’s this? Any different?”

“Yes, it’s…” There was no hope he’d ever be able to control his voice again. “It’s stronger when…ah…when we touch…directly.”

“Got it.”

And just like that, the weight on his chest vanished, leaving him empty and cold again.

Of course.

Aziraphale sat up, trying to wipe his eyes dry, humiliated by the loss of composure. “If you want to leave,” he managed, blinking them clear, “I won’t…”

Crowley stood before him, jacket and tie discarded, fingers flicking down the buttons of his black shirt.

“What on Earth are you doing?”

“You said touching directly, right? Skin to skin?”

“You…you can’t be serious.” A different sort of heat began to race into his cheeks.

“Nrg.” Crowley shrugged, rolling the shirt off his shoulders as he did. “If it helps you…”

“No, my dear – you don’t understand. I want more than – than you could ever give me. I’d – I’d drain you entirely if I could.”

“I’d like to see you try.” He pulled off the last layer, a blac vest, then bent forward, resting a hand on Aziraphale’s shoulder. “Besides. Everything I have is yours. Our side, remember?”

Aziraphale bowed his head, fists clenched in his lap. “You…can’t mean that…”

“Angel.” He felt the warm press of Crowley’s forehead against his own. “I’ve never meant anything more in my life.”

Slowly, slowly, Aziraphale tugged at his bowtie, trying to remember how to loosen it.

--

Moonlight filtered in through the bookshop windows.

Crowley lay on the floor, Aziraphale curled up against his bare chest, arms around his shoulders, one leg hooked over his knees – clinging to him like a lifeline even in sleep. Some of the strain was finally starting to leak out of his furrowed brow, though he was still a long way from looking like himself.

The fingers of one hand ran through Aziraphale’s curls, carefully, rhythmically. Crowley had never seen the angel sleep before, but as soon as he’d started carefully scratching at his scalp, those blue eyes had begun to drift shut. Maybe it was just a coincidence, but if there was even a chance that this was helping him rest, Crowley would be damned, blessed, and cast into the void before he’d even consider stopping.

Everywhere they touched – which was just about everywhere – Crowley could feel something, an energy buzzing off Aziraphale’s skin. He’d felt it before, many times, but never this distinctly; it curled into him, whether he wanted it or not, flowing through his veins, keeping his heart beating.

“Y’know,” he whispered, slightly worried that the motion of the air would be enough to waken the angel. “You really shouldn’t have worried. Steal my strength? Ridiculous.”

Aziraphale shifted, just a little, pulling himself closer.

“I don’t have a blessed ounce of strength of my own. Or warmth. Solidity? Give me a break.”

A cloud must have moved out of the way; the moonlight suddenly grew brighter, and the pale angel seemed almost to glow in the silver light. Ethereal beauty.

“No. Whatever I’ve got, whatever’s kept me going, for thousands of years – it all comes from you.”

His angel shivered, just faintly, and Crowley quickly miracled up a thick blanket, wrapping it around both of them. Aziraphale sighed, fingers kneading and relaxing across Crowley’s skin.

“So you see, s’not a problem if you need it all. It’s already yours. Everything I have. Everything I am. Yours.”

--

Crowley was wrong for two reasons.

First, the warmth they felt hadn’t begun in Aziraphale, any more than it had in Crowley. It was a different kind of force, generated by their proximity to each other, and flowing constantly from one to the other, an eternal cycle. The strength belonged to both of them, and neither of them.

Second, of course, it would never run out. After all, love is increased – never diminished – by being shared.

#good omens fanfiction #good omens prime #ineffable husbands #aziraphale and crowley #good omens fluff #ineffable partners #crowley #aziraphale #sleepy cuddles #ineffable snuggle #emotional hurt/comfort #protective crowley #lonely aziraphale #crowley loves his angel #sneks give good hugs even in human form #this got long #my writing #tumblr fic

[griffintail]

I had this idea, I dunno if it’s dumb or not, but I figured if anyone knew it would be you! Y’know, cause you seem like you know way more than me about all these mcyt guys and gals? Anyways, I saw that a lot of people headcanon that Shlatt was Tubbo’s dad, and seeing all those dad!Shlatt AUs gave me an idea:

What if after Shlatt’s dead, after things have settled, after Tubbo becomes president and spends most of his time cleaning up the messes and mistakes Shlatt left behind- he discovers he wasn’t Shlatt’s only child. He finds handwritten letters in Shlatt’s files from a distant village, all of them fairly recent, asking him for child support money, or asking him to take “his mistake” with him. But the last letter Tubbo finds is a typed one informing Shlatt that the woman who sent all the previous letters has died, and that he has 1 month to come collect his child, or they’ll become a ward of the state; it’s been roughly 2 and a half weeks since that letter arrived. How would Tubbo react to all of this, and more importantly, would he take on the responsibility of becoming his new sibling’s guardian?

I don’t know how I became the person to come to for this lol. I hope you enjoy!

The Girl with the Horns

Pairings: Brother! Tubbo x Child! F! Reader

Warnings: Mentions of emotional abuse, Implied Buillying, Swearing

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        Tubbo looked up the old White House building, taking a deep breath before going in. Inside, he immediately scrunched up his nose at the familiar smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke.

        “Damn it, dad.” He muttered under his breath before starting to clean up the building.

        He said he’d clean the building out himself as his father was the one who trashed it and now was that day. A lot of his presidency was cleaning up Schlatt’s mistakes before he even ran the rest of his new country. He sighed as he put another empty bottle in a trash bag. Schlatt had really lost it running things.

        Slowly but surely, Tubbo was able to get the White House to a much cleaner state. He was now in the main office and was searching the drawers for his father's inevitable “secret” booze stashes when he found some handwritten letters tucked in the very back of the drawer. Frowning, Tubbo took them out and saw them all addressed to Schlatt.

        Sitting down, Tubbo read the letter on top and his eyes went wide, back going straight as he reread the words before him.

        I want money for this child you helped bring into this world!

        A child?

        The rest of the letter was talking about asking for child support and Tubbo was floored. Quickly, he read the next letter and it was much of the same, demanding Schlatt to take responsibility.

        “Holy shit…” Tubbo muttered. “I got…I got a sibling?”

        He made his way through the rest of the letters, his heart clenching when the woman writing the letters called his poor sibling a mistake or made stabs at Schlatt.

        Then the last letter was a lot more formal. It was stamped with an official seal and dated. Schlatt had opened it as told by the broken seal but had obviously also put the letter back without a care after reading. Tubbo’s breath hitched as he read the letter though.

          Dear Mr. Jschlatt:

        We are sorry to inform you Miss Trentha has passed in an accident.

        Behind, she has left a five-year-old (Y/N), of which in our records has your name on her birth papers. We will give you a month’s time to make a decision; after, we will have no choice but to send (Y/N) to become a ward of the state.

                Tubbo quickly looked at the date of when the letter was sent.

        “Two and a half weeks!” Tubbo exclaimed as he jumped up. “Shit! What should I do?”

        He looked around the office he had spent time cleaning trying to process everything at once, words failing him. In a few short moments, he had found out he wasn’t an only child, that Schlatt hadn’t even looked back at this girl or her horrible mother, and that the sibling he just found out about was going to become a ward of the state! Schlatt had at least been kind enough to Tubbo to let Philza raise him but this child going into the adoption system…

        “I-I got to run L’Manberg. There’s so much to do.” Tubbo ran a hand through his hair as he panicked.

        But then Tommy’s words echoed in his head.

        You can’t become the next Schlatt.

        Schlatt was obviously going to let this child fend for themselves, Tubbo couldn’t be his father. He had to at least meet them. With a new will, he gathered around his friends, and with reassurances that they had L’Manberg covered, Tubbo set off on a horse to the village. It was a good three-day journey, so he’d only have roughly a week left to make his decision of what he was going to do.

        Coming to the village, Tubbo took a deep breath as he stared at it. What was she going to be like? She probably didn’t have the best raising based on the letters that the mother sent. Tying up the horse outside the main hall, Tubbo went in, going through the various processes to prove that he was indeed Jschlatt’s child and proving that his father was dead.

        After, they took Tubbo to a home where a bunch of children were outside playing but there was one that stood out among them and it wasn’t because she was sitting alone. It was because she had tiny horns on top of her head that were just starting to come in. Tubbo put a hand on his horns that were just starting to curl without thinking.

        “That’s (Y/N).” The man that led him here nodded to the little girl.

        “She’s five, right?” Tubbo asked.

        “Yes. She’s not very talkative, but you can introduce yourself to her.”

        Tubbo had few guesses why she didn’t want to talk. He went over, a few of the other kids were pointing at him. (Y/N) was using a stick to push images in the dirt, looking up when a shadow got in the way of the sun. Tubbo smiled when he saw her surprise when she looked up at him, he sitting next to her, wearing his casual wear rather than his suit.

        “Hi. I’m Tubbo.” He introduced himself to her.

        (Y/N) was silent as she stared obviously at his horns. “You have horns…”

        “Yeah, I do. I’m a ram just like you.”

        “Really?” She met his eyes now.

        “Mhm. I, uh, I actually knew your dad because he was my dad.”

        She shifted as she looked back at the ground. “Daddy was a bad man.”

        Tubbo winced, putting a hand on his neck. “Why do you say that?”

        “Mommy use to say that.”

        “Ah. Well…dad wasn’t the greatest, I agree. It wasn’t nice for him to leave you alone.”

        The little girl was silent and Tubbo tried to think of a subject change.

        “Do you like drawing?”

        She nodded. “Mommy wouldn’t let me use paper but I like drawing in the dirt.”

        “Oh…do you…have any friends?”

        She put a hand on one of her little horns and he immediately understood.

        “I get it.” He smiled gently, putting a hand on his horn. “I didn’t have a lot of friends until I met my best friend Tommy. I’m sure you will find some friends.”

        His heart melted as she gave him her first small smile. “I hope so.”

        He sat with her just talking away, the time passing so fast without either of them knowing as they talked. He felt like he learned so much but so little about her; yet, he loved every moment sitting with her. She had to go back with the other children of the orphanage but within a few hours, Tubbo made up his mind. He couldn’t leave this little girl with everyone else; he’d take her back to L’Manberg.

        So, in the morning, Tubbo put on his suit to be professional and he did the paperwork before waiting for them to bring (Y/N). (Y/N) came in timidly and Tubbo smiled gently as he crouched in front of her.

        “Hey, so, I don’t want to leave without you, would you like to come with me? I can introduce you to a few of my good friends.”

        “…They’re all nice like you, right?”

        He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, a few of them are pretty nice.”

        She looked around but nodded. “Ok.”

        He grinned as he stood up. “Then I’m going to take you back to my home.”

        They got the few things that she owned and Tubbo put them on the horse. After, Tubbo changed into more appropriate riding clothes before getting on with (Y/N).

        “Alright, here we go.” He muttered before getting the horse to go.

        Off they went to L’Manberg, Tubbo making sure they had shelter each night. It was a bit stressful for Tubbo on these few days. He had gotten used to not eating every day but he had to remember now to make sure (Y/N) ate. He also had to remember this was boring as hell for her so he tried his best to make little games as they galloped along. There was a point he went off on a bee tangent for half an hour after spotting one and pouted to himself when he saw (Y/N) had fallen asleep against him but he kept an arm wrapped around her so she didn’t fall off.

        As he got back to L’Manberg, he huffed as he saw Tommy and Fundy arguing as Quackity was laughing, Ranboo standing to the side awkwardly. Yeah, that’s how he expected his cabinet to act with him gone. He tied up his horse, grabbing (Y/N)’s things before taking her hand as he walked over to them. As the pair went over, (Y/N) hide behind him shyly.

        “Guys!” Tubbo called.

        “Tubbo! Tell this furry bitch—” Tommy started.

        “Oh, fuck off Tommy!” Fundy shouted back.

        They started having another go.

        “GUYS!” Tubbo shouted, making (Y/N) jump with the rest of the group. “I have someone for you to meet, so can you shut it?”

        Tommy spotted the little girl peeking out from behind Tubbo, noticing the horns first.

        “Holy shit, she has horns like yours.” Tommy went around Tubbo.

        “Yeah, this is (Y/N), she’s my little sister.”

        “A sister?!” Tommy looked at Tubbo surprised.

        Tubbo nodded. “I adopted her.”

        “I’m sorry?”

        “It’s a long story but I’m back and I’m got to bring her to my house,” Tubbo told them before walking off, feeling the little girl squeeze his hand tighter, probably getting overwhelmed.

        They got to Tubbo’s house and he looked around.

        “Er…You can have my room. I’ll need to make you a room.” He smiled at her.

        “Ok…thank you.”

        He patted her head between her horns. “I couldn’t leave you behind sis. Let’s get you settled in and I can make us some steak. Sound good?”

        She nodded.

        Tubbo knew it would be stressful learning to take care of another human while he had to run a nation but he had his friends to help him. He hoped he could do all this right.

#mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #mcyt fanfiction #tubbo x reader #dreamsmp #dreamsmp x reader

[zv5x]

idea i have for yan!senpai. him but with a hikikomori s/o whos very shy

Okay, I have no idea what took me so long to get to this but I absolutely love this idea. Having a character as extroverted and as charismatic as Sen with an s/o who you could consider hikikonori is an interesting idea enough, so I'm definitely gonna enjoy adding the yandere trope into it teehee. Thank you for your request, Anon! Feel free to request anything else you want me to do any time! Hope you enjoy this!

(Might do a part two to this later, idk😌)

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You were quite the anomaly, weren't you?

To the rest of the school you were, at least.

You were the cutest thing, really, but agonizingly shy. Your voice was so soft and beautiful to listen to, but to bad he barely ever got to hear it. The girls, his followers, they picked on you. They saw your shyness as a sign of weakness that they jumped at the opportunity to exploit it, and it made him sick to his stomach.

Everyday he tried lecturing them about the basics, right as they gathered towards him at the beginning of the day : bullying is bad, it's okay to be shy, and not hanging onto his backpack every second of the day doesn't make someone a subhuman. You know, the usual things teachers would tell younger students at painfully long assemblies and lectures. But they never seemed to listen.

They always had those excuses that made Sen want to grip them up by their throats, face almost blue with rage and a desire for revenge. But he never did. It wouldn't be very Senpai-like to do that in the public eye now would it?

Speaking of "not very Senpai-like" actions, it was about lunchtime, which meant it was time for his favorite part of the day. His legs wobbled in anticipation as he carried himself to his destination, the air feeling cleaner than it usually did. Maybe that was a sign, he wasn't sure. What he was sure of however, is that you would be sitting in your usual spot for lunch period, like you did every other day. It's not like anyone else accompanied you to lunch, so he understands why you're all alone. Sometimes it's better to just accept isolation than to force yourself to into the presence of people who could never appreciate you. It's nothing to feel bad about. If Sen himself were in your position, he wouldn't do anything but the same.

Seeing you sitting under that same cherry tree made his heart flutter. The falling petals perfectly complemented every part of you, it was as if this was some scene in a cheesy romance visual novel. Humming to himself, he fixed his loose tie and called out to you by your name. You instantly looked up, a cute look of surprise on your face, and your eyes instantly widened upon seeing who was calling to you.

"S-Senpai?" Your voice quivered, and he only giggled to himself as he made his way to your seat.

"May I sit here?" He asked in a soft tone, smiling. It was a sweet smile, an alluring one, and you felt as if you had no choice than to nod your head.

In all honesty, Senpai was just about the last person you would expect to be sitting next to you right now. Pretty, popular, extroverted, adored. He had every last trait you felt would make up a person that would spit on your image without a shread of hesitation. You were intimidated by him, especially considering every single person who seemed to want to bother you was one of his hopelessly devoted followers. He didn't have a reason to be sitting next to you right now. Did he pity you? Was he bored? You didn't know for sure, and you couldn't tell if that intrigued you or scared you even further.

"So, (Y/N), I was thinking..." Sen twirled a strand of his hair around on his finger, drawing out the sound of his words cutely. You popped right back to the moment, looking at him and awaiting his next words. "How about you come to my house after school?" He looked at you and smiled, tilting his head. You froze. Senpai's house? After school? Today? It just didn't make any sense to you.

However, your shoulders dropped as you realized you wouldn't be able to take the opportunity. You had plans with a close friend, an extremely close one, and you didn't want to let them down. After all, you were sure they hated Senpai. They'd be especially angry if you ditched them for him.

"I'm sorry, Senpai, I can't..." You sighed, and looked away just as Senpai's face dropped and his eyes widened. In the future, Sen would be decently proud you missed that.

"Can't...can't come? W-why?"

Senpai felt his heart shatter right in his chest. This couldn't be. You couldn't come? Why not? It doesn't make any sense to him! He had everything planned out perfectly. This day was supposed to be perfect! He takes you home, he confesses to you, you tell him you love him too, you kiss and hold each other and spend the rest of the day together, he had everything planned! Why were you trying to ruin that for him? How could you be so selfish? He had to know your reason, though. Perhaps it was important, perhaps it would be something he could wrap his pretty head around, and then everything would go right back on track after the two of you settled on a reschedule date.

"Well, why not, if I may ask?" Senpai questioned, pulling himself together enough to sound sophisticated once more. You smiled at him weakly.

"A good friend already made plans with me after school...." You tapped your chin with your finger, as Senpai felt his entire body go numb. Someone...else? A friend? No. That couldn't be right. You were a liar. Sen watched you intensively for the past few months. He didn't see anyone close enough to you on school grounds to be able to make a plan with you.

"W-well, it will only be for a bit! Please, I assure you I won't take up too much of your time!" Senpai pleaded, finding himself placing both of his hands onto a single one of your own, his throat beginning to tighten from his agonizing feeling of helplessness. You looked up at him, saw the desperateness that shone in his eyes, and sighed.

Maybe an hour with him wouldn't hurt.

"Alright Sen, I-I think I can make out some time with you. Just, meet me at the gate, alright?" Senpai after you finished your instructions nodded quickly, happy to have convinced you.

Soon, the sound of the end of period bell rang, and the two of you got up, Senpai doing so a little bit quicker than anyone usually would. He smiled at you one more time, patting you on the head and bidding you farewell, and he left before you could give him a response back.

Senpai was glad he was able to convince you, and he was even gladder that he was so quick to figure out a plan for your meeting.

The sedative was packed nicely in his pocket, the syringe he was planning on using was wrapped neatly in the other. He was planning on only using those if completely warrented. For example, if you demanded him to let you leave. But, now he sees that the scum of the world are already kicking down your door and demanding your time. He's not the only one who wants you anymore, and that fact alone makes Senpai's blood boil. You're his. You belong to him. He thought the shyness you had was a plus, but now he sees you're falling victim to bleeding-heart worms who only wish to be with you for pity reasons. It made him sick.

You deserve better.

And by the time this day is done, he's going to finally be able to give you better.

#yandere x darling #yandere senpai #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere fnf #yandere friday night funkin #senpai x reader #fnf senpai x reader #yandere senpai x reader #fnf senpai #yandere senpai fnf #senpai #friday night funkin imagines #fnf imagines #friday night funkin x reader #fnf x reader #fnf #friday night funkin #imagines #imagine #friday night funkin imagine #x reader #scenarios #male yandere #senpai week 6 #week 6 #week 6 fnf #friday night funkin week 6

[goggles-mcgee]

Wish Me Away Random Headcanons

• For Marietta's 10th birthday Harley bought her a Hyena since she seemed to love Lou and Bud so much. Mari loved her new pet which she lovingly named Ha-Ha-Harley.

Bruce was so not amused. Quite the opposite in fact. Damian of course was thrilled to add another pet to the family. Alfred suggested Bruce make another Manor for the pets of the family. Dick immediately asked if he could get an elephant if they did end up doing that.

• Harley and Mari hang out sometimes when Mari goes to stop Harley's crimes as her fox hero self, Maid Marian (Dick and her watched Robin Hood once and she loved it). When she shows up her and Harley just stop what they're doing and have a "Pigtail Pals" Day.

This has resulted in many heart attacks for Bruce in the beginning who would immediately track them down. One such instance:

"Marian! Quinn! You've got to stop doing this."

"But Daddy! It's Pigtail Pals Day! You can't be here, you don't got pigtails!"

"Yeaaaaaah Daddy, you ain't got no pigtails! Unless you count the spikes on the cowl!"

"....."

"...."

"I..."

"Don't. I heard it as soon as I said it Bats. I may have daddy issues but they aren't near that bad to be a kink. How about I take mini pigtails to the movies and we forget this every happened? Deal?"

"Deal."

"Yay! Movies! Bye Daddy!"

"....Bye Princess...."

• Everyone asked her why she didn't want to go by Robin Hood when in her fox hero form and she said it was because they already had a Robin, and pointed at Damian, and a Hood, and pointed at Jason.

• She and Cass have weekly Barbie Movie marathons. Sometimes they let Dick join them. Cass really likes the ballet centered ones and her and Marietta dance along when the dance scenes come on.

• During a heist where Riddler and Penguin needing Catwomans help they almost got caught because they were caught off guard by the sight of Catwoman walking in holding a CHILD'S hand. A child dressed like a cat.

All she said was. "It was my night to babysit so let's make this fast. I promised Kitten I'd make grilled cheese for dinner."

The other shock was when the child look at Riddler for a very long time then looked back at Catwoman and said. "Kitty? Why are working with Hook Man?"

Friendships were almost broken that night.

• Tim forgot to tell the Titans he had a new baby sister but they found out during a team meeting when she literally popped out of NOWHERE crying and making grabby hands for Red Robin. Who immediately dropped the leader voice and started cooing to this small child!?

Team meeting was forgotten. A new meeting was held. A meeting all about Tim's new little sister.

• Duke was so proud because he taught Marietta how to fist bump, but she calls it knuckles. He went around showing everyone and taking so many videos. He literally cried when she fist bumped him back the first time and giggled.

• Babs loves Mari. She does. She does not love when Mari wants to mess with all her computers. She bought her a toy computer and thought that would make sure she wouldn't want to mess with babies but noooooo. Somehow it made it worse.

Marietta was more determined to touch her computers. She would climb chairs. Push over things she knew she could climb on. Or be deceiving and have Babs hold her while "innocently" playing with her toy computer.

• Someone once asked Gordon who his favorite Wayne was and he said Titus but that Marietta was a close second because she sometimes listened to him.

Everytime he sees her he gives her a GCPD badge sticker. He cried when she busted into his office and yelled. "GCPD Hands up! Up!" That day many officers were "arrested" for outrageous crimes. The best thing though was when someone brought in the Joker and she went over with her pipe cleaner handcuffs and went, "I arrest you."

"How about no?"

"I kick you then."

"I'd like to see you try squir-"

And then everyone in the precinct watched as little Marietta Wayne soccer kicked Joker in the shin and ran away giggling.

The guy who worked the security cameras gave everyone a copy of that moment for Christmas.

• Scarecrow once ran into little Marietta and he's not quite sure how he feels about her. He had heard a lot about the youngest Wayne so instead of just spraying her with his fear gas right away he asked her. "What do you fear most?"

"Fashion disasters. I don't need spray to see them, I'm already looking at one."

He had been so offended that he had to take a moment for himself but it was a moment too long apparently because next thing he knew he was being shot with rubber bullets by Red Hood.

• She guilt trips the hell out of reporters. Gotham's favorite lines are:

"Why do you stalk my daddy?"

"I'm not allowed to talk to strangers. Bye."

Literal just screaming and bursting into tears (she did it on purpose)

"Before you imply that I am a charity case, can I direct you to the fact that this is in fact a Charity Gala...for actual charity." (This is one for when she's older)

"Are you sure you're not a rogue?"

#jim #mldccrossover #mldc #mldccrossover jason todd | red hood #mldccrossover bruce wayne | batman #mldccrossover damian wayne | robin #mldccrossover alfred pennyworth #mldccrossover Cassandra cain | black bat #mldccrossover barbara Gordon | oracle #mldccrossover james gordon #mldccrossover Jonathan Crane | Scarecrow #mldccrossover Selina Kyle | Catwoman #mldccrossover Harleen Quinzel | Harley Quinn #mldccrossover Edward Nygma | Riddler #mldccrossover Oswald Cobblepot | Penguin #maribat #marietta wayne #wish me away au #wish me away #wish me away headcanons #mldccrossover dick grayson | Nightwing #mldccrossover duke thomas | the signal #ml x dc #mldc crossover

[beomglocks]

i was gonna request a pt. 2 for mr. choi but i just saw another anon already asked that 😌 bUt maybe yn’s mom goes out of town on a business trip or sth, so she has yn stay at the choi’s house so she isn’t home alone for a whole week, and her and soobin have to sneak around his son or sth hsjdbnd

but this is just a suggestion and honestly anything with dilf!soobin would be great 😩✋

[8:23 pm] w dilf soob

warnings & other: some touching, does this count as exhibitionism, nvm, beomgyu is clueless, age gap, reader is legal, sexual tension?, there's a curse

you bit your lip as you stood outside the choi residence. the house you'd passed by many times to and from your way to school. you never knew what it looked like inside or who was in the house besides mr. choi but alas today was the day you would find out.

ever since soobin had visited your house for the first time, your mom had taken, what you can only describe as a liking, towards the man with the pink hair. to be fair, you don't blame her.

all of a sudden the stranger danger warnings and the "don't trust your neighbors because you never know what they're truly like" speeches flew out the window because here she was letting you stay over.

"your aunt called and she wanted me to go over there for a while. i know you don't want to come along with me and i won't force you but im also not leaving you alone so im letting you stay with someone i trust," she had said before she left.

thankfully that someone she trusted was mr. choi soobin across the street.

you knock on the door lightly. it's around 8pm which isn't too late but from what you can tell, a lot of the lights inside are off. you wonder if your mom had told soobin the plans in advance and if he was waiting for you.

the thought alone made you excited until the door swings open to reveal someone who isn't mr. choi.

"you must be y/n?" a boy who looks to be around your age asks. you nod slowly until it clicks that this must be mr. choi's son.

a part of you deflates at the fact that you won't be alone with soobin but obviously, his son would be at his house. "yep, that's me, my mom did tell you i was staying over for the week right?"

he nods in confirmation, letting you in. the house is cleaner and neater than you thought for there to be two males residing in it. the various plants and abstract art pieces around the walls give the place a more homey feel than you expected, very domestic.

"my name's beomgyu by the way," beomgyu smiles at you. he seems nice enough and a small part of you feels like you would be attracted to him if not for his father.

"is that y/n?" you bite your tongue in excitement as a small rush flows through your body at the sound of your name from mr. choi somewhere in the house.

"yeah!" beomgyu calls out to his dad. he leads you to the living room where mr. choi is sat watching a movie on the tv screen.

he seems to still be in his work clothes with the button down and the slacks still on him. his legs are spread open and his arms are lazily laid across the top of the couch. his hair is also messy as you can only imagine what the previous hours were like for him.

"hello mr. choi," you greet him. he looks you up and down subtly before saying hi back. "you can sit on the love seat if you want," beomgyu says as he walks past you into the living room.

you quickly walk in too, "actually is it ok if i sit on the couch?" you don't give him a reason as you can't conjure up one quick enough that would make any semblance of sense but thankfully he doesn't question it, and takes the love seat for himself.

once you settle in, you look at soobin who's already looking at you. "how was your day sir~?" you ask coyly. he smirks at the way you know how to address him. he places his hand on your exposed knee, "it's got better- now that you're here," he wants to say the last part out loud too but figures that since beomgyu is still in the room that would be inappropriate to voice.

beomgyu speaks up about how his father took the week off to work from home to watch over you both and soobin automatically detaches his hand away from you. you hold back a visible frown.

there's no way soobin agreed to have you stay over without expecting to get closer to you, well you were determined to make this week worthwhile.

"is it ok if i have a glass of water?" you ask beomgyu specifically. as expected he obliges to your command since you are a guest and his father wouldn't have gotten up regardless.

once you confirm beomgyu is out of ear and eyeshot you quickly go to straddle soobin's lap. you know it's risky but you love how he automatically holds your waist. "sir~" you purr. he leans down swiftly to catch your lips in a sweet kiss. you hum satisfied that you managed to get this out of him at least.

you grab onto his shirt to push yourself deeper into the kiss if even for a couple more seconds but he pulls away teasingly, letting you chase him. "i hope you know i didn't agree to this for no reason," he breaths.

you shift on his lap and look up at him through your lashes. "glad we're on the same page" is what you say with the movements of your body on his. you're about to lean back up to kiss him when the creaking of the floorboards saves you from your almost mistake. you practically throw yourself back to where you were previously and soobin shifts in his spot, wiping his lips from your tinted chapstick.

"water," beomgyu proudly holds out the glass to you. "thank you," you mumble, keeping your head down in slight embarrassment.

after that, the impromptu movie night for your arrival goes as you'd expect from you sitting next to soobin.

you could've cared less about whatever family movie was playing. it was hard for you to ignore soobin's subtle touches as he would slowly inch up your thigh every couple of minutes.

if beomgyu would even so much as stretch his arms, he would retract his hands as if you were a flame on the stove, afraid of being caught by his son.

as for you, you don't want to come off as suspicious but to be fair it was fairly easy for you to touch all up on soobin without beomgyu getting too suspicious, with the excuse of it just being innocent gestures.

somewhere between the middle of the movie, soobin leans down to your ear.

"by the way... i didn't mention this earlier but-" he kisses the skin right under your ear subtly. fuck. you try to convince yourself that beomgyu won't notice what's going on, simply thinking his father is whispering to you, not wanting to talk loudly over the movie.

"what were you thinking wearing this?" he says referring to your short skirt. you look down at the clothing choice and bite your lip, rubbing your thighs together. he places his hand on the couch close enough to your upper thigh that it doesn't look too suspicious, letting his fingers play with whatever part of the skirt he can reach.

you both watch his fingers lift your skirt playfully as if he could flash you if really tried but he simply teases you by lifting it a little and putting it back down and feeling the fabric. "last time i was this close to you you wearing those shorts." he hums thinking back at the first time he ever saw you. "did you think it would be easier for me to fuck you if you wore something i could easily slip my fingers into? tell me that you miss my fingers," he rambles. "i bet you must be feeling so disappointed."

at that, your eyes flit over to beomgyu who you catch staring at you for a brief moment. you can't tell what his expression means but you want to say he looks confused at the proximity between you and his father.

"is y/n ok?" he asks his dad. soobin fixes his posture to sit slightly further from you but still close enough to not draw suspicion. "yeah she didn't understand the plot so i just explained it." he says, cooly. thankfully for you, his son seems to buy it.

soobin looks over at you with a wink and smirk before placing his hands on your knee, rubbing your skin before leaving you alone for the rest of the night.

you can only look between him and his son thinking that this will be one hell of a week.

#soobin x reader #txt imagines #txt scenarios #soobin scenarios #soobin imagines #choi soobin smut #txt x reader #smut #soobin smut #txt smut #soobin timestamps #txt timestamps

[binunus]

sex with bin x eunwoo (m)

a/n THIS WHOLE ALBUM??? IS SO GOOD??? LITERALLY WHAT THE FUCK !!!

also im so so sorry that i keep disappearing, every time I think I have a break in school, my professors keep going like sike here’s a new assignment and group presentation 🤡, but I swear I’m still working on all the requests, it’s just a real slow progression this time 😔

but thank you all so much for being really patient with me and my works, i legit wanna cry when I think about how sweet all you loves are ❤️

→ genre: smut

→ tw: threesome, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it lovies) dom!binwoo, brat!reader, light bondage?? anal, eiffel tower, oral (f and m receiving), fingering (f and m receiving), ~choking~ bc it’s me, squirting, v-voyeurism??

→ word count: 3.3k _________________________________

oh good fucking lord

I don’t even know where to start

just the thought of getting dicked down by these two immaculate men??? at the same time??? i would sell my soul

and just binwoo are literally my biases?? im still going back and forth between them (even though I think bin is the top)

alright so how does this little thing even start

this is a non-idol au, lowkey this request is giving me frat boy vibes oops i said it

bin and eunwoo are close, they’re best buds

they have fucked the same guy/girl before, but never at the same time

they just have the same taste in people wink wonk

sidenote: bin and eunwoo as bi kings??? so much power fuck

so you are a mutual friend

you met them both in college and have stayed friends since then

but relationships aren’t for you (not yet at least)

the streets™ are still your companion

yes you have fucked both bin and eunwoo before in college, eunwoo once when you were junior, and bin a couple times throughout senior year

you don’t talk to them often, but if something comes up on your feed or a monumental event happens to any one of you, of course you’d spike up some conversation

so you’re coming back in town for a week or so, visiting old friends and family

and bin hits you up like “hey, I saw that you were in town! we should get some dinner and catch up!”

and you were not about to say no to that, bin was a good part of your college years! it would be nice to hang out with him again

alright you weren’t expecting to get action from this dinner – it popped in your mind, yes, but it wasn’t the ulterior motive

but did you try to dress up a little to impress moon bin?? maybe so

and shit, when he showed up to the restaurant looking like a whole ass man?? 

like did his biceps look more appetizing than the food you were being served? a little bit

conversation was exchanged very easily, you and bin were always a bit flirty with each other, ever since college, but you both knew it never meant anything beyond sex

and so when he asked if you were dating anyone, you knew this was the invitation, and were you going to accept it?? 100%, you haven’t had sex in a while because of your job

and so you find yourself back in bin’s apartment

bin: hm? I guess eunwoo’s not home from work yet

you: eunwoo? as in cha eunwoo? you guys still live together?

bin: yeah, we like living together, rent was cheaper that way, and this place is equidistant from both of our work places...is that a problem??

you: no, I mean it makes sense, just...what if eunwoo comes back while we’re in the middle of fucking...wouldn’t that be weird?

bin shrugging: you’ve had sex with eunwoo in college too, and it’s not like he hasn’t seen me naked before either. who knows he might even wanna join?

he said that as a joke alright

but as soon as he mentioned it, your eyes dilated a bit

bin noticed immediately and he caged you against the wall, a little smirk playing on his lips

bin: you seem to like that idea, y/n. hm? you wanna get fucked by both me and eunwoo? didn’t know you were into threesomes

your cheeks are flushing, you felt seen: would you feel weird if he joined? you guys are friends and roommates

bin shaking his head: me and eunwoo have talked about it before, and honestly this seems like the perfect opportunity. we’re all friends here.

you being nervous a little bit bc a threesome?? with both bin and eunwoo?? those two 6 foot attractive men??

you tried a threesome before bc you were curious, but it wasn’t the best hookup experience

you: should we...? wait for him??

your cheeks are flushed a little, like how were you supposed to go about this

bin smiles bc you look a bit cute right now being all shy and he just pinches your cheek

bin: you got cuter since we graduated y/n

you: shut the fuck up bin, don’t make me tie you up again

bin smirks and his hand moves from your cheek to fully grasp at your neck, he squeezes your throat as he pushes you so that your back collided with the wall: baby, if anyone’s getting tied up tonight, it’s gonna be you

and god if you weren’t horny before, you definitely are now, especially with the way bin was cutting off your airflow??? your head was spinning in the best kind of way

bin slotting his thigh in between your legs as he just crashes his lips onto yours

and he’s still choking you when he literally shoves his tongue down your throat, you have to grab onto his broad shoulders just to steady yourself

making out with bin is so hot

he picks you up by your ass and you wrap your legs around his waist, you both are still making out as he leads you to the couch

you’re straddling him oh lord have mercy

you in between kisses: why don’t we go to your room? what, is it messy?

you moan as he spanks your ass at the quip: we’re gonna need to do something about that smart mouth of yours baby...and we’re here to give eunwoo a little show when he comes home. Why, you need a bed? pillow princess? last time I remember, you were fine getting fucked in the maintenance room.

you two go back to kissing, bin’s hands were gripping at your waist now, lifting up the bottom of your shirt so that you could take it off

never in your life have you been so happy to wear a skirt, you could feel the outline of his bulge against your underwear, the fabric of his jeans giving you just enough friction

and when you start grinding on him, he grunts into your mouth and bites on your lower lip

and fuck when bin removes his shirt? he was always built in college but the definition of his muscles now?? you were literally drooling

you: holy shit bin, isn’t your job in business? where do you find the time to workout?

he’s kissing your neck now: you can always find time to workout y/n, just make it part of your daily routine

exercise evangelist moonbin™

you’re tilting your head to the side giving him more access, bin’s sucking hickeys into your neck and it just feels so good

your neck’s a sensitive spot, if you couldn’t tell

and bin knows that so he’s paying extra attention to your neck, you don’t even notice when his hands go around your torso to unclasp your bra

the two of you are literally just topless on his couch, making out and feeling each other up, when lo and behold, eunwoo comes home

his eyes go wide and he immediately covers his face: jesus christ bin, go to your fucking room

bin starts laughing, you know his laugh where his eyes literally crinkle and he smiles so wide and his laugh increases in pitch, that one

you can’t help but laugh too, you thought you would be embarrassed, but this is a bit funny

you: you don’t have to cover your eyes eunwoo, it’s not like you haven’t seen any of this before

eunwoo: oh shit, hey y/n, didn’t know you were coming over?? well...uh if you guys aren’t gonna go to bin’s room, I’m going to mine and just let me know when you’re done

bin: you sure you wanna go to your room? y/n wants you to join us

eunwoo’s blushing a little bit (he’s not covering his face anymore) when you two meet eyes: are you sure y/n?

you get a bit shy again bc shit, eunwoo in a suit coming from work with silver-blue hair? sexy

you: yeah...if you want to, me and bin are cool with it.

bin’s back to kissing your neck as you basically watch eunwoo remove his jacket and tie

and oof him unbuttoning his dress shirt? y’all he’s a tease, they both are

bin: let’s take this back to my room

eunwoo: we can go to mine, it’s cleaner and my bed’s bigger

you: i knew it

bin bites your shoulder and you let out a mix between a yelp of pain and a moan

bin: eunwoo get your ropes, we need to teach y/n a lesson on being bratty

eunwoo chuckling as he leads the way to his bedroom

bin already made himself comfortable on eunwoo’s bed, and you’re standing to the side making conversation as eunwoo looks through his closet for the ropes lol

as soon as eunwoo finds it, there’s a dark change in his eyes and he smirks at you: why don’t you join binnie on the bed, y/n?

your stomach turns in excitement, eunwoo tosses the ropes to bin and he puts a hand on your back as he leads you to his bed, and before you could get on by yourself, eunwoo just tugs your skirt down making you gasp

you lie down and bin grins as he binds your wrists to eunwoo’s headboard, usually you would put up a little fight when you get tied up, but you just stayed silent, you were anticipating what would happen next

bin: you’re being oddly obedient y/n

you’re a brat okay, but in the past when you and bin used to hook up, your brattiness increased by like 100%, like you’re extra bratty with bin for some reason

~it is what it is~

maybe it’s because eunwoo’s here too that your bratty side has suppressed a bit

bin and eunwoo both start removing all their clothes and you’re like shit eunwoo’s built too

bin settles in between your legs and eunwoo leans in and starts kissing you

and mmm eunwoo’s good at making out like he legit be taking your breath away and then you start feeling bin take off your soaked panties and he just goes right in

you literally moan into eunwoo’s mouth and your hands are straining against the ropes bc you just want to hold onto something !!

eunwoo feeling up your breasts and tweaking your nipples while bin is sucking on your clit and probing his tongue in and out your entrance??? euphoric

you’re literally feeling so many sensations right now and it’s just foreplay woo

and then the edging starts

bin??? hella good at eating out, oof what that mouth do

and with the added stimulation from eunwoo kissing your neck and pulling at your nips, you’re reaching your orgasm faster than anticipated

and suddenly they’re both off you

you: what the fuck?

you’re like gasping and glaring at the both of them and they just give you smug looks

bin: I don’t know if you deserve to cum just yet, y/n. right, eunwoo?

eunwoo chuckling as he nods and flicks at your nipple: binnie told me that you like talking back, hmmm that won’t work with both of us here y/n

your submissiveness kicking in and you’re whining: i won’t talk back, I promise

bin: I don’t know if I believe you y/n

and then they switch places and now bin’s making out with you again and eunwoo’s face to face with your cunt and he just shoves two fingers in your entrance and starts scissoring you

and right as you’re about to cum, they pull away again

this goes on at least two more times, you’re literally so frustrated tears are pooling in your eyes and you’re whining hard as hell, your wrists already aching from the ropes 

eunwoo: do you want us to untie you, y/n?

you nodding as you’re sniffling back the tears

aww they feel bad so eunwoo unties the ropes and he’s like gently rubbing at your wrists

bin wiping your tears away as he pinches at your cheek again

bin: you okay, y/n?

you: I’m so close, please

bin: alright baby, who do you want first, hm?

you honestly didn’t know, you had no preference, you just wanted to get railed

eunwoo: why not both?

your eyes go wide a little bit, your ass isn’t even prepped

bin sensing your hesitation and he just puts a hand on your waist: if you don’t want to--

you: no, i want to...I’m just...my ass isn’t ready...

eunwoo laughing cutely as he pats your thigh: we’ll prep you baby, don’t worry

you start by going on all fours, bin enters you first from behind and the groan he lets out bc you’re just so tight wow 

he literally has to restrain himself from just ramming into you, your walls just fit so snugly around him, his nails were digging into the skin of your waist

you open your mouth in a moan at the stretch and in that moment, eunwoo shoves his cock down your throat you literally gag

for reference, they’re both above average, no surprise there, I’d say both around 8 in., but bin’s girthier for sure

and so bin’s fucking your cunt while eunwoo’s fucking your mouth

simultaneously, eunwoo tugs at your hair and bin sneaks a finger down to gather some juices from your pussy before probing at your asshole

bin’s prepping you real well mmmmm

he’s literally fingering your ass while he’s pounding into you, the tip of his cock hitting so deep in your cervix

on the other hand you’re so focused on sucking eunwoo off, you take him as deep in your throat as you could, letting your jaw slack as he just thrusted in your mouth

and also the vibrations of your moans around his cock every time bin hits deep in you???

eunwoo swears he almost busts a nut when your hands reach up to play with his balls

he’s panting as he pulls your mouth off his cock: I need to be inside you before I cum

and then he’s lying down on his back and you start to ride eunwoo, and then bin lines his cock up at your other hole and you start to tense

eunwoo bringing you into a kiss to try and distract you from the pain your asshole’s about to feel

and you start hissing as bin starts to push in, you’re clenching so hard around eunwoo and tugging tightly at the ends of his hair

eunwoo starts making circles on your clit so that you could relax a bit to make it easier for bin to enter your back hole

and then the three of you just stay still for a bit when bin finally bottoms out, you’re still trying to get used to feeling stuffed full, you haven’t been fucked in so long and now you’re getting railed by two cocks??

the two of them are both saying sweet things to calm you down and distract you from the pain

and it’s cute, you know from your respective past hookup experiences with them that they’re really good at sensing discomfort or pain and would always tend to your needs

oof baby but as soon as you give the okay for both of them to move

it’s like you’re taken to another dimension holy shit

they both hit so deep, you swear to god their cocks have to be touching or something, or maybe at least reaching your intestines

when people say rearrange your guts, it definitely must have been this

you’re trying to set a pace on top of eunwoo, but bin thrusting from behind literally makes your knees go weak until eunwoo just lifts his hips and takes over, matching bin’s speed

and imagine this: bin pulling your hair, making your head tilt back and eunwoo just reaches up and covers your neck with his hand before he squeezes at your throat

your eyes are literally rolling into the back of your head, you have never felt this good ever in your life

your head’s spinning again, and you know all three of you are reaching the tipping point pretty soon, your stomach is churning, making you clench hard around both eunwoo and bin

eunwoo biting his lip as he groans, his grip tightening just a bit more around your neck

bin’s still yanking your hair back and he starts spanking your ass, he’s moaning as well

you literally scream, throat feeling raw, as you cum, you have never orgasmed so hard before, your body was convulsing around both of them and you just collapse on top of eunwoo

you’re vision literally sees white and your ears are ringing as they both cum in you

you black out for a little bit

eunwoo and bin: o_o holy fuck

the two of them start panicking like...did they just fuck you dead?? put you in a coma??

okay but just imagine eunwoo and bin bickering with each other about what to do like

bin: do we call 119???

eunwoo: what do we say? we fucked our friend into a coma?

it’s okay because you regain consciousness soon enough and both boys let out the biggest sigh of relief

you: ...what happened?

eunwoo: you passed out for a bit there y/n

you start giggling, much to their surprise, and you try to sit up

bin: ...are you okay y/n?

you: yeah, I can’t believe I blacked out because you guys fucked me so well, that’s pretty hot not gonna lie

eunwoo goes into the kitchen real quick to get you some water and bin sits down next to you

you thank eunwoo when he hands you the glass and he sits across from you and bin

the two roommates exchange a look and just high-five each other

you roll your eyes as they just laugh at each other...ugh boys

bin teasing you: I’ve never seen you so submissive y/n

eunwoo joining in: yeah, didn’t know you could squirt as well

you almost spit out the water: i-huh? no way

eunwoo: yeah, my stomach was soaked, I wiped it off when you were out

your face flushes, you’ve never squirted before

bin: don’t be embarrassed! it was hot, y/n, really

the three of you then just jump into a casual conversation about college, keep in mind you’re all still naked

and then you feel the cum just like in both your holes and it’s just uncomfortably sticky

you: uh...do you guys mind if I shower? my pussy feels gross right now

bin, with a glint in his eyes: I can clean that up for you, baby

before you know it, bin’s eating you out again -- to be more specific, he’s literally licking the mixture of yours and eunwoo’s cum from your cunt

that’s sexy...

you make eye contact with eunwoo and he’s just smirking as he sits back and watches you two, no intention on joining yet

alright but you had no idea if you could take another round right now, the first one literally made you pass out

so after bin makes you cum again, you tap out for the night

the three of you shower -- separately -- and then regroup in the living room to just chat and chill

the two insist you sleep over for the night since it’s past midnight by now

were there also hints of a round two in the morning?? maybe

you sleep in one of eunwoo’s shirts, but end up sleeping next to bin bc he’s whiny and likes cuddling

you three fuck again in the morning oops until eunwoo had to leave for work

then you and bin fuck again afterwards

happy threesome

happy comeback :)

4-5-21

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