#some mmmm older guy touching me???? kinda hot

[fuctacles]

A tale as old as time

For @subeddieweek Day 7 | M | 2696 | cw: age gap (about 25-30y difference, Eddie's age is not stated, Steve's aligns with canon) | camboy Eddie, transmasc Eddie, kinda sugar daddy Steve?, modern AU, simp Steve, virgin Eddie, chatfic, pre-anything, gray ace Eddie | Ao3

"Hawkins High '86? How old is this guy?" Eddie asks himself, his eyebrows raised. There is a letterman in front of him, a gift from one of his top subscribers. Hell, his top subscriber. His number-one fan, who was responsible for about half of his revenue.

He's opened a PO box recently, with no little amount of worry about what kind of stuff he might get. He only gave the address to his top subscribers but he knew that the ones with the most money were usually the most unhinged. He went to the post office with his heart in his throat but all he got was a set of lingerie, a toy, and the letterman he was now holding.

He tried not to think about what kind of people would pay for his content. As long as he was making money he didn't care. But now he got a piece of one of them in his hands. Staring back.

1986.

Meaning the guy must be nearing 60. Double Eddie's age. 

He tries to imagine that. An older guy, with wrinkles, maybe a beer belly, a gross old t-shirt, and his hand permanently in his sweats, beating it to his photos. 

It was gross. And in a way, alluring.

Though someone with so much money to spend on a camboy must have a well-paying job. Some rich asshole, exploiting others to do the work for him. That's a more likely scenario. He tries not to think about big, rough hands on him when he puts on the jacket and takes pics for Shar.

He edits them a bit before sending them, knowing the guy will get a kick from seeing him in his jacket. The appeal of wearing your boyfriend's letterman eluded him in high school, but being claimed like that gave him a heady feeling. The fact that the guy could be his father apparently worked for him too. 

He doesn't put his phone away fast enough and sees the message that pops up.

Shar: So hot. You look like every repressed teen jock's dream

Shar: Definitely like mine

Eddie thinks a moment about his response, channeling the persona he takes on for the camera. 

PuppetOfMasters: Would I be your dirty secret?

PuppetOfMasters: Would you fuck me in the locker room behind your girlfriend's back?

Shar: I'd make YOU my girlfriend

Shar: Wait no

Shar: NOT LIKE THAT

Shar: A girlfriend but in a manly way

Eddie snorts.

You're good, he types. I know what you mean, don't worry.

He wouldn't keep around someone who didn't respect him. Besides, he made it clear he's saving for a transition with his Only Fans.

Thank god, Shar types. I respect who you are 

Shar: In fact, I spend so much money on you because of it. 

Eddie rolls onto his other side, his mood souring. One of those trans fetishists, then. That's fine, as long as he's being respectful and paying... Even if it leaves an unpleasant taste in his mouth. 

Ah, a connoisseur! Well, I hope I'm your favorite tranny, then, he jokes. He waits for an answer, but it doesn't come for a long while, so he flips his phone screen down and turns away, hoping for sleep.

A response is waiting for him when he wakes up. 

Shar: I guess it sounded that way, but I'm not that kind of pervert. You're the only trans sex worker I follow, but not the only trans person I've sent money to.

Eddie sauntered to the bathroom, not taking his eyes off his phone. He wonders if continuing the conversation is even the right move. He's talked to one too many guys who thought sending him a dick pick was okay after ten minutes of small talk between a content creator and a fan.

But he's kind of curious. When he has money to spare, he sends some change to other trans folks to help out, because he knows how hard it is from his own experience. But why Shar, a seemingly loaded old guy, would spend his money on queers instead of, let's say, starving children?

PuppetOfMasters: So you're just an ally with cash? Or is there more to it? I'm curious.

He goes through his morning routine, washing his face, and brushing his teeth, not expecting Shar to get back to him any time soon. So he's surprised when he picks his phone back up and a response is waiting.

Shar: Long story short, I hope my father is rolling in his grave while I spend his inheritance on people he hated so much.

That's not what Eddie expected at all. 

PuppetOfMasters: So I'm a means of rebellion against your bigoted dead father? I'll take that. I hate rich assholes

Shar: Me too

They don't talk for the whole day after that, but when Eddie's done running errands and editing in the evening, he looks back at the letterman hanging on the door of his wardrobe. 

How is sending me your letterman an act of rebellion? he asks. Because he's a curious little shit. 

The response comes fast like the guy is glued to his Only Fans chat. Gross. Eddie wonders briefly if he's talking with other sex workers there.

Shar: A souvenir of his precious high school fetishized on a queer ssex worker? He'd die if he hadn't already

So it is a fetish thing! Eddie smiles triumphantly at his phone.

Shar: Okay, fine

Shar: Sticking it to my father is just a bonus for you being really hot. 

Shar: And I do love seeing you in my letterman, I've jerked off to it three times already

Shar: is that what you wanted to hear?

Eddie grins, rolling on his bed.

PuppetOfMasters: Yes 

Shar: So yeah, I'm an old man who peaked in high school, laugh it up

PuppetOfMasters: I'd rather you peaked in me

Shar: Insufferable

Shar: Menace

Shar: Yeah, I'd love that. A man can dream, right?

Eddie bites his lip. How far is too far? The guy seems genuine and after the amount of creeps that's been chatting him up, he thinks his creep radar is quite good. Tentatively, he starts typing.

PuppetOfMasters: I don't know. I think people would like seeing me get railed by an older guy

Shar: An old guy, you mean

Shar: You'd make a video with me?

PuppetOfMasters: I record most of the sex I have, yes

Shar: Huh. I've never seen one before, then

PuppetOfMasters: warm, warmer

Shar: ... There aren't any?

PuppetOfMasters: din ding ding! ya boy is a virgin

Shar: shit

Shar: fuck

Shar: that's so hot

Shar: you'd let me?

PuppetOfMasters: Would I let my best-paying subscriber be my first time on camera? Probably

Not necessarily to be released but he couldn't lose the possibility of such golden content in case it was watchable. 

Shar: I'd better keep my spot then. Just in case.

PuppetOfMasters: No worries, you seem the most trustworthy so far anyway.

But as he types it, a new notification appears. Shar sent him a hefty tip on one of his photos.

PuppetOfMasters: That's really not necessary

PuppetOfMasters: But I hope your father is kicking and screaming in his coffin

Shar: I fucking hope so

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It takes Eddie another day to google Hawkins High's yearbook photos. He'd thought about it before but didn't want to break the bubble of anonymity between himself and his fan. But the thoughts of big hands on his hips, and beard rubbing against his neck, took root in his brain and were tainting his mind.

Not fully in tune with his body and distrustful of others, Eddie has been single for most of his life. And now his stupid horny brain was drooling at the thought of losing his virginity to a grandpa on the internet. 

Hoping it would help his thoughts calm down, he looks through the photos from the year 1986, in search of a Harrington. And he finds him.

Steve Harrington. Basketball captain and swim team co-captain. His hairdo was magnificent and his smile was self-confident. Eddie would hate him in high school. Should probably hate him now. So he expands his search further, beyond the Hawkins High memory lane.

He finds one single photo on a LinkedIn profile. 

The current Steve Harrington's hair is no less magnificent, just peppered with silver. He wears glasses now, which accentuate the line of his jaw and make his neatly trimmed facial hair pop out. He's wearing a yellow jacket and a white golf, which should be hideous but weirdly, works for him. Eddie doesn't get to see his eyes, unfortunately. The photo looks like a candid photo shoot take-out after someone told him a joke. His head is tilted down, eyes scrunched and lips pulled in a smile, as a bubbling laugh got immortalized on camera.

Eddie shouldn't be finding a sixty-year-old man this endearing. 

PuppetOfMasters: I like your LinkedIn photo

PuppetOfMasters: Well, I hope it's you. 

PuppetOfMasters: Steve, right?

He can't forget about this for the whole day, not as he budgets his income, and especially not when he records a short video jerking off in the shower. He tries not to look at his phone but it's his only one, so he does while trying to budget in a second one, just for sex work. Maybe then he wouldn't be feeling so insane about not getting a response from a stranger who is an old pervert spending loads of money on him. 

He tries to be normal when a chat notification finally pops up. 

Shar: If you saw the golf and yellow jacket photo, that's me

Shar: though please don't make me type my full name in here.

no worries, Eddie types back so fast he should be embarrassed. It's a good photo.

Shar: Thanks. My best friend took it 

PuppetOfMasters: Your friend has a good eye

Shar: I'll let her know

Shar: I'm surprised it took you this long to search me up

Eddie's surprised too. Usually, his curiosity would take over him sooner.

PuppetOfMasters: I tried not to pry. But I had to in case we were gonna meet up one day

Shar: So you were serious?

Shar: I've been wondering if you sweet-talk all your followers like that 

PuppetOfMasters: Only the ones that don't send me dick pics

Shar: I knew holding back would pay off

Eddie snorts at his phone. 

Though I might need one before we meet up, he types. Gotta know what I'm working with

Shar: Right. Of course

Shar: So how would that work?

Eddie hasn't thought about it this far.

PuppetOfMasters: I need to read about OF's policy on collabs. Never had to before, since I work solo. Would probably have to hire you, well, sign a commission/gig contract or something like that. So it's all legal and shit.

Shar, Steve, doesn't answer for a long while, and it might be the end of his devirginizing journey. Well, if the guy doesn't want to make this legal, put his name on some paperwork, then he isn't trustworthy, and that's the end of it.

It's half an hour later and Eddie's bitten all his nails off trying not to follow up with any messages and focus on anything else when an answer finally comes.

Shar: Sorry my friend was bothering me

Shar: this sounds more complicated than I anticipated. So I would be like, a co-creator, then?

PuppetOfMasters: Precisely

Shar: Holy shit okay

Shar: Thought I'd be you know, less involved

Though you could hit it and quit it, huh? Eddie scrunched his nose. What was he getting himself into? Gods.

Shar: If that's what you wanted I'd take it

Eddie shouldn't be blushing over this one. It's like he's throwing the man scraps and he's licking them up.

PuppetOfMasters: Simp

Shar: I am what I am

Shar: With that said, I'm willing to make it work. Do all the paperwork you need

PuppetOfMasters: Doing paperwork just to fuck me? so romantic

Shar: I suck at paperwork so my friend would be doing it anyway

Shar: If that's okay

PuppetOfMasters: I think it's best if someone looks it over, yeah

Eddie hesitates for a moment.

PuppetOfMasters: That friend doesn't happen to be your wife?

Fuck no, comes the immediate response

Shar: I'm perpetually single and she's as gay as they come. 

PuppetOfMasters: Good. Wouldn't want to be the other girl

Shar: If I had the chance you'd be the only one

PuppetOfMasters: Jesus.

Eddie squeezes his legs together unconsciously.

PuppetOfMasters: Stop sweet talking me, I've already agreed to fuck

Shar: But we haven't signed anything yet. Even then, I'll keep sweet-talking you. It's what you deserve. 

For the first time, Eddie thinks he might not survive their meeting. And not because of the possible killer scenario. Thankfully, Steve gets back to business talk.

Shar: How would this work, legal stuff aside? Do you script this?

PuppetOfMasters: Do I look like I script shit?

Shar: I'm not the one with Only Fans

PuppetOfMasters: Fair. I think we could just set up cameras and do whatever we feel like. Then decide together if the footage will be released or not. 

Shar: Sounds reasonable

Shar:When would you want to do this?

When?

Eddie hasn't thought that far. In fact, he felt like he hadn't been thinking for the past couple of days. 

I'm the sole god of my schedule so I'm open to anything, he types evasively.

Shar: I have some time off next month, could fly to wherever you need me

Next month seemed close. Extremely close. Or maybe it wasn't? He never worked with anyone before. Hell, he didn't even have that many friends to meet up with. 

Next month works I guess, he answers despite his nerves.

Shar: Wanna face time before we start the legal work?

His nerves escalate, making his mouth dry. He reminds himself he's done this before, he's on camera all the time. 

PuppetOfMasters: Like, right now?

Shar: Yeah?

PuppetOfMasters: Ok, give me five minutes.

Eddie shoots up, checks himself in the mirror, and finds a good angle for his phone to set up. He lowkey hopes Steve picks up with his dick in the frame so Eddie can block him with a clear conscience and forget about the whole thing. When six minutes from his last message pass, he hits 'call'.

"Hi," Eddie squeaks when the video connects. Steve Harrington's arms are in the frame, crossed on the desk, and toned where he's leaning on them.

"Hi," he greets him with a dazzling smile. 

It is the guy from the photo, so at least he's not being catfished. And he has none of the creepy simp energy Eddie feared. He's just... a guy. It's both a relief and a disappointment. 

"Well?" the guy asks.

"Well, what?" Eddie frowns. 

"Are you disappointed? Am I too old?"

Eddie looks at him properly. His hair is lighter on the sides, but not grey yet, and the video quality doesn't make any wrinkles stand out to him. Maybe some worry lines, crow's feet if he squints. He looks like he keeps in shape, too. Eddie wouldn't call him old. Mature, maybe. A DILF slowly transforming into a Silver Fox. 

"You look fine. Good. You look good. Attractive," Eddie fumbles with his words and barely stops himself from facepalming. This is why he mostly texts.

Steve smirks at him. And holy shit, a dude twice his age smirking at him shouldn't be doing things to his body.

"You sure? You're not gonna block me after we hang up, are you?"

Eddie shakes his head.

"I stand by our plans. You're passing my creep radar so far, but uh..." He scratches his cheek nervously. "I'd like to keep in touch in case, you know. A red flag pops up. I hope you get it."

Steve nods, his expression growing serious.

"Absolutely. We're strangers, after all."

"Yeah." Eddie nods, relieved. It would give him ample time and opportunities to back out.

On the screen, Steve leans more on his arms, closer to the camera. 

"So I think dick assessment is next on the checklist?"

Eddie might not even survive video calls with this guy, after all. 

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[imgoingtohellsofuckit]

Not The One For You

Rodrick x Reader

Warning - Smut (don’t be too hard on it )

Summary - Rodrick’s parents don’t like you so you are having dinner with them to change their mind

Rodrick Heffley wasn't the brightest kid. It was pretty much universally known. So when you told your friends that you were dating the wannabe rock star. It's not like you two were that different. You liked the same music, both had an alternative style, both of you were older siblings, had families who only saw reasons to be disappointed in you. On the outside you two getting together seemed to make a lot a sense. However there were a lot of differences that your friends decided to focus on. Specifically that you were actually really smart and wanted a life that was normal. Well halfway normal. You were excited to keep the alt style but you wanted an actual job. Granted you were trying to be a mortician but still. You wanted the job, the house, the family and well Rodrick wanted the fame and the glory of being a musician.

"You guys are acting like me dating him now means I'm going to spend the rest of my life with him," You point out, "we are 17.... the only thing we know is that we like each other right now."

"Yeah but it's Rodrick," One of them points out, "he's incapable of taking care of himself. This is gonna be your life."

"Exactly! I mean what if you do end up getting like married?"

"Then I handle it then," You answer, "you are looking way too deep into this. We are just dating."

"Babe you ready?" Rodrick calls over.  You look back to see him a little bit down the hall from the circle of girls gathered around my locker.

"Of course Rod," You say as you shut the locker leaving your friends behind as you meet your boyfriend. He drapes his arm around you with a big smirk. Moving to plant a soft kiss on your forehead. My friends weren't the only ones who have problems with us. Rodrick's parents also found a lot to not like in our relationship. First of all Rodrick's mother is well- controlling to say the least. She saw another person in his life dressed in chains and all black, so she decided that I was just like the other people he hangs around with. Ignoring all the parts about me that aren't just my style. And whatever feelings about me his dad had all turned negative when Rodrick forgot to lock his bedroom door and his mom walked in.

"How was your day beautiful?" he asks as we head out to his van.

"It was slow- my calc teacher was riding my ass," You tell him, "deadass he wouldn't leave me alone. He sent me to the office for my outfit and they sent me back saying that it wasn't agaisnt dress code- because it isn't. And this mother fucker looks me dead in the eye and says- 'well if you didn't dress like a hooker I'd feel comfortable teaching you' which is like first off what the fuck."

"Thats gross- did you report him to the office?" Rodrick asks, "do I need to kick his ass?"

"I reported him and I called my mom- who by the way apparently is still on the phone with the principal," You say chuckling lightly, "and no you don't have to kick his ass- mostly because if you did.... you wouldn't win."

"Oh I totally could," He says, "I'm strong as hell."

"uH Rodrick babe I love you but he's the football coach and weighs 300 pounds," You say trying to explain it to him, "you'd get crushed. I still love you tho."

"I'm upset- I could kick his ass.... especially if he's being gross to you," Rodrick says. You nod unconvinced.

"How was your day?" You ask him.

"Boring - however I appreciated the pickup lines during history," He says, "it was cute..."

"I was gonna send my tittes but then I remembered your mom still reads your messages," You say smirking.

"Oh I missed out," He says, "think we can make a detour for a quicky in the car?"

"Your mom wants us there early," You remind him, "plus she's still on the fence about us being alone since she caught us in your room." He rolls his eyes lightly as we climb into his van.

"Yeah but let's say we make a detour to the store hookup in the back of the van and then grab some flowers or something for her to make it seem like we stopped for her," Rodrick suggests, "or maybe like a cake or something. To ya know show the peace..."

"Fine but you'd have to be quick," You tell him, "and you better tell me that your van is clean back there. Last time I got pizza in my hair."

"Clean... no it's not clean," He says, "but I brought a blanket and we can like spread it over the back... It'll be  fine..."

"Fine but the second I touch rotting food it's over," You say firmly. He smirks as he changes the course towards the store just up the street. He makes sure to get in the back line of the parking spots taking the furthest one from the store. He climbs in the back first shoving the trash around the back. The finally throws the blanket down across the back.

"Just like imagine rose petals and a bed and shit," He says. It's quite literally the opposite of the romance that I'd prefer but he's a giant punk dumbass so you have no idea why you would of thought this would be any different.  He sits down and looks at you with a goofy smile. "Malady would you like to join me?" You chuckle before climbing back to join him. The second you get back there he already starts yanking off his shirt. Way too excitedly for his own good. You smile as you move to pull off your layers. Finally as you both get to your underwear he looks at you excitedly. "You're so hot."

"Awe thanks cutie," You say as you climb on his lap moving to meet his lips. His hands fall to your waist. Holding on as you take full control of the situation. You can feel the excitement coursing through him. You chuckle lightly. You move to pull his member free from his boxers. The moving your own underwear to sink down onto his member. He lets out a loud moan as I set the slow pace.

"Mmm you're amazing," He says softly. You chuckle as you quicken the pace. Soft moans filling the car. You can tell you both are moving way more than you thought you would. Anyone on the outside would know automatically what was happening. All you can hope for is no one relaying the information back to Rodrick's mother. "Uhh baby," He moans loudly. You move pulling him into a deep kiss. Feeling the moans through the kiss. You can tell he's not gonna last much longer. You move laying back allowing him to take control. He smirks widely and starts at his assault. The moans filling the van. Echoing off the metal walls. Finally he pulls out. Spilling his load on your legs. "Did you?"

"No not yet," You say slightly annoyed at him finishing before you. He nods pulling your legs on his shoulders. Pulling you towards him. He latches his mouth on your clit trying his best to get you off. He's sloppy. But even the sloppiest technique when your this close could send you way over the edge. Your hand moves over your mouth as you come upon. Stifling the loud moans as you cum. He doesn't stop. He keeps going. Your body feels so good you could scream. He pulls away after a minute catching his breath.  "Come here," You demand. He complies clearly excited to see you like this. You move getting on your hands and knees. He looks like he's about to scream at the sight. He moves pushing himself in with out warning. Pounding into you as fast as he could.

"Mmmm I love you so much," He groans.

"I love you too Rod but please go faster," You moan. He complies. The van was filled with a pure moaning mess. "Oh Rod I'm gonna cum again." You can barely finish the words as you hit your second orgasm. He pulls out as you simply lay down on the blanket.

"Holy fuck," He says as he lays down beside you.

"Fuck Rodrick," You say softly, "we have to go see your parents after this."

"Yeah I guess we kinda went a little too hard," He says softly, "and we still have to actually get flowers or something."

"Ughh think you can manage that?" You ask, "I'm gonna go get cleaned up."

"Yeah what kind?" He asks.

"I don't care get something thats pretty but not a million dollars," You say as you sit up pulling your underwear back on. He nods as he follows suit in pulling on his own clothes. Once you both are fully dressed you climb out of the van. He takes your hand genteelly.

"You're beautiful you know that," He says smiling at you. You move pecking his cheek.

"Thanks Rod."

Once inside the store the two of you split up. You head to the bathroom to clean yourself up. Fixing you makeup and hair. Trying to make the whole thing less obvious. You meet him back at the entrance. He's holding two sets of flowers.

"Rodrick I know you're bad at math but I know you can at least count to thirty," You say chuckling.

"Actually I got these daisies for my mom," He says, "and these roses are for you." He hands the bouquet over to you. You take them with a big grateful smile. Moving in to pull him into a quick kiss. As you pull back he moves draping his arm around your shoulders. "Come on beautiful." As you both make your way to his van you can't help but smile. Sure he's not the most romantic boyfriend- he did just fuck you in the back of his disgusting van and instead of cleaning it to do so he threw a blanket over rotting food and old condoms. But the small gestures like the roses and the compliments. Really just prove that he's not as bad of a boyfriend as everyone thinks he is.

It doesn't take us long for you guys to reach his house. He holds your hand as he leads you both into the house.

"Rodrick is that you?" His mom calls.

"Yeah mom!" Rodrick yells back. His mom moves from the kitchen over to the doorway. She looks over us.

"Rodrick it is a 5 minute drive from the school to the house why did it take you almost an hour?" She asks him clearly not happy with you both. You smile nervously as you hand her the flowers. This dinner was my chance to fix the fact his parents didn't like me. And getting railed by their son right before this interaction was very much hurting my chances of this going well.

"We had to go to my mom's shop real quick then we picked up these flowers," You tell her, "sorry my fault. My mom wanted me to bring her a coffee." Her expression softens.

"Awe well thank you," She says, "how was your day Y/n?"

"Oh it was good," You tell her, "very productive."

"That's good! Here come with me I want you to taste this sauce for the pasta," She says brightly, "it's a new recipe." She starts moving off to the kitchen. Rodrick gives you a slightly impressed look before leading you both into the kitchen.

The rest of the dinner actually goes really well. Rodrick's mother despite her reserves after catching you and Rodrick seems to finally have forgiven you. Letting go of the stupid blame she had for you "corrupting her son" or whatever garbage she went on about.

"I hope Rodrick is being a gentleman," Mrs. Heffley says to you.

"Oh he is," You tell her, "he got me roses today. And he's always opening doors for me. Making sure to sent me good morning texts. He's actually a really good boyfriend." He smiles at you. You tighten your grip on his hand. She looks pleased with his answer. Greg starts to make a snarky comment but his brother kicks him from under the table.  

"That's good, I'm proud of you Rodrick," His mother says. His father looks between you and his son. Not completely convinced his son would act like anything other than the slob he knows.

"We are talking about this Rodrick right?" His father asks.

"Yeah actually," You say, "I know it might be hard to believe- I didn't believe it at first."

"What's so hard to believe about it?" Rodrick asks, "she's my girl and I want to make her happy-" The sweet words ending in a loud burp. Both of his parents sigh loudly. You simply chuckle. He looks over to you with a big smile. Then moves pecking your forehead.

"Yeah she's perfect for you Rodrick," Greg says, "anyone who can handle that- you better keep her around."

"Can it nerd," Rodrick says harshly.

"So what are you planning to do after school?" Mrs. Heffley asks you.

"I'm planning to go to school and studying mortuary science," You explain, "Mortician's are a job that's always gonna be there... And it helps that my grandmothers a mortician and is hiring me on her staff when I meet the requirements to join." She nods along to your words.

"Oh so you want a real job," His father says, "hmm Rodrick you could try that some time."

"No thanks old man," Rodrick says, "I'd rather stick something that actually matters. Like music... Not that I think your ambitions don't matter Y/n."

"No I understand," You tell him, "you have your dream and I have mine." You look to his parents. "Real jobs are relative... society is changing and becoming things like musicians and influencers is a lot easier than it was before." His mother chuckles nervously. You know that they have this thing against Rodrick's music. However you also know you want to support your boyfriend way more than you want his parents to like you. "I believe that Rodrick will do great in his music career...."

"Awe thanks babe-"

"If he works for it," You continue, "the music industry is hard and you have to stand out. I'm sure he'll get there but it'll take a lot of work."

"That's well put," His father says.

"She's very insightful," Rodrick says, "right babe?" You chuckle lightly. His mother looks back to you.

"So where is this school your looking at?" She asks you, "is it local? Or are you going away?"

"Oh it's local actually," You explain, "the next town over really but it's like a 20 minute drive." She nods. You give her a soft smile. "It's just a small college. I told Rodrick to check it out. They have a music production course which is apparently really nice."

"I've looked into it," Rodrick says, "and I don't know if school is for me... Considering I barely go when it's free I don't know if I want to pay to skip school all the time."

"You wouldn't be paying for all of it," His dad says, "if you actually go I might help... but you'd have to stay enrolled." Rodrick scoffs.

"School doesn't have to be for you Rod," You say to him, "but it's worth a look ya know. Maybe even a tour. You don't have to decide right now."

"Fine I'll tour it," He says, "we can tour together."

"Did she just get Rodrick to agree to tour a college?" His father asks in disbelief, "this isn't real?"

"Shhh don't say anything he might change his mind," His mother says quietly. Rodrick stabs at his pasta. He takes his last bite and then looks to his parents.

"I'm gonna drive her home," Rodrick says, "we'll probably stop to get something sweet on the way. That good?"

"Yeah of course," His mom says, "it was lovely seeing you Y/n."

"You as well Mrs. and Mr. Heffley, I hope I see you again soon," You say to them.

"Oh well how about you come to Grandpa Heffley's birthday party," Mrs. Heffley offers, "it'll be here and I'm sure the family would love to meet you... And you and Rodrick have been dating for a little bit now so I'm sure they'd love to see more than just the pictures you and Rodrick post online."

"Is that okay with you Rodrick?" You ask him.

"Sure it'll make it a lot less boring," Rodrick says, "can we head out now?"

"Yes Rodrick," His mother says clearly not loving his attitude. You wave to them as you stand. Rodrick leads you both out to his van.

"You sure that it's okay?" You ask, "If you don't want to then I don't have to go."

"It's literally fine," He says as you both get into his van, "honestly if you're there I'll actually have someone who likes me there." He gives you a smile. "I'd love it if you'd go."

"Then I'll go," You tell him, "it's nice that your parents seem to like me again."

"Yeah now I can have you over without my mom making us sit downstairs," Rodrick says, "and I don't have to hear the whole- 'are you sure about y/n?' speeches now." You chuckles.

"That's good," You say, "I love how your parents didn't like me but my mom adores you."

"Oh yeah I know," He says, "not the way I pictured that going honestly. I was afraid your mom would hate me."

"No she loves you!" You exclaim, "she thinks it's good that I'm with someone who likes to have fun... something about how I don't do that enough. And my grandma thinks you're funny."

"You're grandpa doesn't like me," Rodrick points out.

"Yeah well he doesn't really like me either," You add, "he's against anything that's different. I mean he's still harassing my mom about having two kids out of wedlock so there wasn't any hope for you babe."

"Didn't he want you to have like a chasty belt?"

"No he bought me a purity ring," You correct, "I gave it back to him saying that I don't believe in waiting til marriage and he called his priest on me... Ooo if I wear that would your mom like me more?"

"I think after she caught us having sex a thing about being a forever virgin won't really mean much," He says, "even if its a religious thing." You shrug in response.

"I tried," You say, "so whats this sweet thing you want to get on the way to mine?"

"You," He says with a smirk, "your mom home?"

"Not for another hour," You say brightly.

"Good because I think I've still got more in me."

"You're a dog Rodrick."

"And you love it," He says with a smirk.

“I really do.”

#rodrick #rodrick heffley #diary of a wimpy kid #rodrick heffley x reader #Rodrick Heffley x reader smut #x reader

[etherealinowrites]

ok so i took a break from work just so i can gush about the new fic and here is my real time thoughts in chronological order as i was reading it:

> it reminds me of high school—the feeling of pining over someone because of a stupid crush and not being able to do anything about it BUT OFC IT'S YANG JEONGIN, HE'S SO HOT AND CUTE AT THE SAME TIME, HOW CAN YOU NOT.

> why'd he have to come after us, WHYYY

> ngl, jeongin being portrayed as someone older than the reader is a fresh trope for me, but a very welcome one!! i feel like a lot of the times, people still view him as a baby so seeing someone write him as a senior, or someone more mature/dominant is def cHEF's kISS (also, jeongin is older than me by a few months so i can never connect with the noona-AUs so i LOVE THIS)

> jeongin being an ironman stan doesn't sit right with me but i digress, we respect people's opinions in this household. anyways, antman forever.

> i'm in love with player minho here

> CHEEKY JEONGIN, I CAN'T, WHO GAVE HIM THE RIGHT

> omg, he recognized the heart eyes huh, how observant. is he one of thOse gUys 😫 that like it when they know someone is crushing on them even if they don't feel the same

> LMFAOOO "the handsome cocky one who always tried to touch your hair" TOOK ME OUT. idk why but it's such a minute specific detail that makes him seem like such a weirdo

> sitting in minho's lap mmmm me want

> OMFG MINHO BEING A GENTLEMAN, IM GONNA CRY

> i'm sorry is this a jeongin fic or a minho fic, i can't tell anymore but i don't mind. in fact, i welcome it.

> minho being a trooper huh, </3

> "did he make you cum" SLOW DOWN COWBOY

> ugh, you can't coMPLAiN when all you've done is stare, cmon innie

> A DUI, INNIE? NOT A GOOD START

> possessive jeongin kinda hot tho

> ok but i'm such a sucker for dominants being gentle to someone that's feeling nervous yet having such a hard time to hold back but does their best 🥵🥵🥵 and the dirty talk

> i'd read about cocky dom jeongin forever

> thank u for this mwah 💋 xoxo. this was worth the lost hours of worktime

> ABSOLUTELY CANT WAIT FOR THE OTHER FICS!!

- 👨🏼‍🦳

hello my sweet 🧔🏼‍♂️anon!!!

ah yes, i’m glad you understood the high school crush emotion, one of the best yet the worst isn’t it 😭

true, seeing jeongin as someone who’s usually younger than the reader is so common, i wanted to write older jeongin since he’s older than me and i cant properly vibe with noona fics for some reason, i cant see him as someone younger than me😣 i also feel like he’s been babied enough and would probably want to the mature or dominant one for once.

the ironman and doctor strange debate was a real one between me and my friend and i just added it for dialogue 🫣

PLAYER MINHO FTW ALL THE WAY I DONT MAKE THE RULES (well i do in my fics but yeah)

and ahhh yesss, one of THOSE guys 😍

also han jisung loving your hair, please he just pegs me as the kinda guy who has a weird quirk with everyone, i just had to add this.

minho is such a sweet cute hot player shipper her istg i fell for him and ALMOST wrote its as minho x reader x jeongin help-

yes, there is something about possessive, cocky doms who go gentle for their s/o and are trying hard to restrain for them but still talk dirty af and agahsjskejsj brain breaks

well you’re in for a treat anon cuz jeongin has officially joined my bias list and you’ll be blessed with cocky dom jeongin a lot now 🤩

thank you so much for reading sweetie, you’re so adorable for writing this feedback, this made me smile, it keeps me going.

i’m glad you enjoyed it 😭✨❤️

#feedback #chae answers #loving anons #💌:🧔🏼‍♂️

[scootsaboot]

rhysothy western au from patreon a few years ago. follow up to this

It’d been nearly a year since Tim had escorted Rhys safely across the desert to what was left of his family’s legacy out in Eridium Blight. Rhys had easily taken control of the ATLAS mining facilities there; he’d gotten in touch with former employees who’d left after Rhys’ father passed, promising them things Tim wasn’t sure Rhys could really deliver on. Money, health benefits, a safe place for them and their families. It shouldn’t have worked, not after the brutal and bloody murder of Rhys’ father, Thomas Caplan. It’d been big and showy on purpose--meant to scare people away, to leave to ATLAS facilities free for the taking.

Tim could admit that he’d perhaps underestimated Rhys’ charisma, his ability to manipulate people into doing exactly what he wanted them to. Tim was still here, after all. He had the money Rhys had promised him, and then some, but every time Tim thought about moving on, maybe heading back to that little nowhere bar he’d grown so fond of, something stopped him.

Rhys’ hand wrapped around Tim’s arm, stopping him from climbing out of bed. “Don’t go.” Rhys said when Tim turned to look at him. His hair was ungelled and messy from sleep. It made him look soft, what with those pouty lips and that baby face. “S’too early.” Rhys murmured, craning his neck to press a kiss to Tim’s hand.

“It’s nearly eleven in the morning,” Tim replied, keeping his voice low in spite of himself. A quick look out the window showed the sun high in the sky, peering in through the drapes of Rhys’ lavish bedroom.

Their bedroom, Rhys always insisted on calling it, but Tim never could. This arrangement was only temporary, he told himself. He’d be on his way soon, start looking for work again. Real work. Being Rhys’ keeper paid well enough, but it wasn’t as if Tim was rescuing him from bandits. Anyone could do this job. Plus, Tim had some notions about the separation of business and pleasure. His relationship with Rhys hadn’t been professional for a long time now.

He let Rhys pull him back to bed. Tim rested his hand on Rhys’ boney hip and kissed his forehead. “Ten more minutes,” he said. “And then we’re getting up.”

--

An hour later, Tim and Rhys were washed and dressed and headed to Rhys’ office. The housing district was a ten minute horse ride from the mining facilities, and the path between them was well worn, with imprints of hooves and boots alike.

“So,” Rhys said once they’d made it inside, away from the noise of drilling. “I have some news.” He took a seat behind his large oak desk and leaned back in his chair, sliding one leg over the other.

“Good or bad?” Tim ask, slumping into the seat across from him. It wasn’t as nice, just a little cushion on hard wood. Tim was pretty sure Rhys kept the shitty chairs because he liked making the people who came to talk with him uncomfortable. It had to be a power thing. Rhys held all of it here in the heart of his little ATLAS compound, and if you asked nicely, he might make you think you had some too.

“Mmmm…” Rhys hummed, tilting his head to the side. “Bad.”

“Well, lay it on me, boss.”

“It’s your brother.” Rhys said.

Tim blinked, looking at Rhys’ face, met his eyes. He didn’t look like he was joking. Tim sat up a little straighter. “Jack?”

Rhys nodded. “I got a letter from Vaughn a few days ago. Jack was in Concordia causing some trouble, I guess. Some woman was with him.”

“What kinda trouble?” Tim asked with a frown.

“The murder-y kind.” Rhys said. He opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out what must have been the letter he received. Rhys unfolded it and slid it to Tim. “He killed someone called the...meriff?”

Tim laughed, couldn’t help it. “Yeah, that’s as dumb as it sounds. Sheriff and mayor all rolled into one. Can’t remember the guy’s actual name.” He picked up the letter and skimmed it, eyes trailing over Vaughn’s familiar script.

“Sounds like a tool.” Rhys said agreeably. “Anyway, Jack and his friend have killed a few other people, they robbed a bank…”

“That’s--I mean, that’s what Jack does.” Tim said, eyebrows furrowing. He put the letter back down without finishing it.

It was the truth. Jack had been a troublemaker since they were kids living out in Sanctuary. He’d only done petty crimes back then--pickpocketing, vandalism, stole a couple horses. Tim had even accompanied him on some of those sprees. As they’d gotten older though, Jack decided that he wasn’t happy with his lot in life. He wanted more. He wanted to be rich and powerful--he wanted to be everything a street kid wasn’t. He wanted to be a hero. Jack figured the best way to do that was to become a bounty hunter--though he never called himself that. He and Tim hunted bandits together for a few years, had gone what seemed like halfway across the globe chasing down dangerous men and women.

Eventually, that wasn’t enough for Jack either. He had a very single minded way of doing things, and when someone got in his way...well. Tassiter had been the first, but certainly not the last who’d tried to keep Jack on a leash. It didn’t end well for him. Tim decided to go out on his own not longer after. His brother was violent and unpredictable, to put it mildly, and Tim had decided that seeing him scoop out some poor fuck’s eyeballs one time was one times too many. He hadn’t seen him since.

“Why’s this important now?” Tim asked.

“Vaughn...sent something else along with the letter.” Rhys said, sticking his lower lip out. He looked concerned enough that it worried Tim, made him want to lean over the desk and smooth out the wrinkle between Rhys’ brows.

Rhys slid another sheet of paper across the desk. It was a poster, ripped and stained in a few spots, but easy enough to make out. Tim’s twin brother’s face was staring up at him, his usual smirk in place, one eyebrow quirked. Just beneath the picture it read in large, blocky letters:

Timothy Lawrence

Man With Two Faces

wanted Dead or Alive

For bank robberies and murder of Huxter T. Meredith

There was a reward listed for ten thousand dollars.

“This…” Tim started, staring at the poster, his hands tightening and wrinkling the paper. “He…”

“I don’t know if he’s been saying he’s you, or if there was a mixup with the marshal's office,” Rhys said. “But everyone in Sanctuary thinks you’re the guilty one. There’s no way Roland hasn’t sent someone to come after you.”

“Fuck.” Tim hissed, anger boiling in his veins. Fucking Jack. No way this was a mistake. Jack did this on purpose. He wanted Tim’s attention, wanted him to come back maybe. Tim set the poster back down on the desk with a little more force than necessary.

“Look,” Rhys drawled, “either way...I can’t have a fugitive hiding out at ATLAS. It’s bad for business.”

Tim looked up, eyes wide, mouth hanging open. Rhys’ words were like a slap in the face. Tim didn’t expect anything from Rhys, didn’t expect his protection, but to be tossed out like yesterday’s paper? Tim thought...well, he’d thought Rhys liked having him around. He certainly pulled Tim into his bed often enough. Was Rhys tired of him?

“Oh stop with the puppy eyes,” Rhys said. “I’m not kicking you out, Tim. Well, I am, but I’m going with you.”

“You--huh?”

“Well, no one’s going to believe you if you go to Sanctuary and tell them it wasn’t you. So we go find Jack and turn him in and get your name cleared.”

Tim swallowed, feeling a warm flush crawl up the back of his neck. There was relief somewhere amid his embarrassment. Rhys didn’t want him to leave--Rhys wanted to help him. Tim pursed his lips.

“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.” He said. God knows what Jack had planned for when Tim caught up with him. It couldn’t be anything good. Tim didn’t want Rhys anywhere near his brother. “I can find him on my own.”

“I’m going with you,” Rhys said again. “End of story.”

--

And Rhys did go with him. They set out not long after that conversation. Rhys left his CFO in charge and had her tell his employees he was going on a business trip, which was probably one of the whiter lies Rhys had told this year.

They found Jack nearly two weeks later, in the heart of the bandit-town Lynchwood, under the blazing hot sun. Jack was sitting on the wooden step in front of a run-down looking inn, leaning his back against the post. He was twirling a revolver in his hand, snapping the barrel open and then shut again, over and over.

“Jack.” Tim said, resting his hand at his hip, over his own gun.

Jack looked up from beneath his wide-brimmed hat with an even wider grin. “Heya Timmy.”

Tim took in his appearance with a start. The scar was new, etched deep into Jack’s skin and carving an upside down ‘v’ into his face. His left eyes was a milky white where the scar ran through.

“What, this?” Jack gestured to his face when Tim continued to stare. “Ya like it? Makes me look pretty badass, don’t’cha think?” He rubbed his chin. “Might have to change my nickname though. Handsome Jack is kinda false advertising. You wanna trade me?”

“What happened?” Tim asked, stepping closer to his brother. Anger stirred inside him, at whoever’d done this to his brother. Jack might’ve been a violent outlaw, but he was family, and he and Tim had always had each other’s backs even when they were miles apart.

“Met the business end of a brand,” Jack said, his smile turning sharp. “That redhead bitch Lilith was holdin’ the other end. Ooohoo, don’t you worry Tim, she’s gonna get what’s comin’ to her.”

Jack’s eyes shone with dark promise. Tim felt Rhys step up behind him, his finger’s brushing against Tim’s. Jack’s gaze slid from Tim’s face and landed on Rhys, looking him up and down.

“Who’s the kid? Here I thought were just having a nice family reunion.”

“You know why we’re here.” Rhys said, coming to stand beside Tim. He stood nearly a whole inch taller than Tim, and he used that impressive height to look down his nose at Jack, his arms crossed. “And I’m not a kid.”

Jack tipped his chin up, not intimidated by Rhys in the slightest. “Sure, sweetheart.” He looked back at Tim. “Yeah, I know, that little mix up in Sanctuary. Don’t give me that look, baby brother.”

Tim gritted his teeth. “It wasn’t a mix up. You told them you were me.”

“Yeah, so what if I did?” Jack shrugged. “What’s the point in sharin’ a face with someone if you can’t trade identities sometimes?”

“They think I murdered the sheriff, Jack.” Tim’s hands tightened into fists.

“Meriff.” Jack corrected him. “He was the mayor and sheriff. Tacky son of a bitch.”

“Whatever he was, it doesn’t matter! Roland’s sent someone after me because of it. I can’t--I don’t--I have a real job now, Jack. A life.” Tim’s throat threatened to close around the words, around what he hadn’t known was true until he said it outloud. Something he wasn’t willing to give up. “I can’t have some bounty hunter knockin’ on my front door.”

Jack looked between Tim and Rhys again, something like recognition lighting behind his eyes. “Oh, I get it now. Pretty boy takes you home and now you’re too good for anything else.”

“Don’t even start.” Tim said. He pointed a finger at Jack. “You fucked this up, you’re going to fix it.”

“Yeesh.” Jack rolled his eyes. “Don’t get your undies in a bunch. Look, Lilith oughta be rolling back into Sanctuary right about now, she’ll tell Roland the poster’s got the wrong mug on it, and you’re off the hook. Then you and your kid can get back to the dollhouse.” Jack puffed out a breath of air. “And it’s not like I’d be able to do it again.”

Tim...deflated, his shoulders dropping. “I’m...still mad.” He said with a frown.

“Sure,” Jack got to his feet, holstered his gun and brushed the dirt off his pants. “Come on inside, you can stay the night. Nish’ won’t mind.”

“Jack--” Tim tried, glancing at Rhys.

“Won’t even charge ya for it.” Jack talked over him and held open the door to the inn. “Come on.”

Rhys met Tim’s eyes and after a quick, silent conversation, they both followed Jack to the door. As Rhys stepped over the threshold, Jack followed him with his eyes.

“Hey princess, you got a name to go with those long legs of yours?”

“Rhys,” Rhys said as he breezed past Jack without so much as looking at him. “Rhys Caplan.”

Once he’d stepped into the Inn and up to the bar on the far side of the lobby, Jack leaned in towards Tim. “You always did like the bitchy ones.”

Tim shoved him. “Shut your damn mouth.”

--

Later, after they’d met Nisha and she drank Rhys and Jack under the table, Tim and Rhys retired to one of the guest rooms.

“Your brother…” Rhys started, his words a little slurred, his cheeks pink from alcohol. “Is a real asshole.” He was struggling to unbutton his shirt, his fingers slipping on the metal.

“Mhmm,” Tim nodded in agreement and gently pushed Rhys’ hands away so he could undo the buttons for him. “He’s been that way forever. You get used to it. Eventually.”

“Ugh.” Rhys groaned. “Can’t believe we came all the way out here for nothin’...”

Tim slipped the shirt off of Rhys and reached for his pants--he folded them both and set them aside on a chair. “Think of it like a vacation,” Tim said, pulling his own shirt over his head and leading Rhys to the bed. “You needed one.”

“You needed one.” Rhys grumbled, stumbling over his feet before safely landing on the bed with a quiet laugh. Tim pulled him close under the covers and kissed his forehead. Rhys closed his eyes and settled in, curled up in Tim’s arms. Tim wondered how he ever thought he could walk away from this man.

Tim sighed and reached over to turn off the oil lamp, leaving the room dark. He tucked his face into Rhys’ neck and smelled the alcohol on him, the dust from their travels. No doubt he’d want a bath in the morning. He’d whine in Tim’s ear until he got one, with warm water and bubbles and one of those fancy soaps he liked so much. He’d whine about his hangover and he’d whine about breakfast. The feeling of fondness rather than annoyance at the thought maybe should have alarmed him, but Tim only pressed a kiss against Rhys’ neck and closed his eyes for sleep.

#rhysothy #man!! i tell u what rhysothy is a good ship and i miss it #scoot fic

[tisfan]

Make his Mark

Title: Make his Mark Collaborator: @27dragons & @tisfan Link: AO3 Square Filled: O4 - Marking Ship: Bucky/Tony Rating: E Major Tags: Sex, Anal Sex, Semi-public Sex, Marking, not your father’s coffee shop AU Summary: When the tabloids report that Tony Stark and Bucky Barnes’ marriage is going to end in divorce any day now, the queue starts forming to ”comfort” Tony. Bucky wants to make sure everyone knows that Tony is his.

Everyone. Word Count: 2,880 Created for @mcukinkbingo

A/N: We would apologize for hijacking the People Magazine meme, but we’re not actually sorry. Also, this story takes place in the Communal Kitchen AU, somewhat after Long Winter, but you don’t need to know anything about it, except that Bucky and Tony are married.

Everything below the readmore, for smut

There was nothing finer than looking up at Tony, straddling Bucky’s thighs, glistening with sweat, each muscle outlined with golden candlelight, as Bucky very slowly pushed up into that heat. They had the penthouse to themselves, all the kids were gone, and half of the Avengers with them. With relative privacy and the assurance of no interruptions, Bucky had taken his husband to bed, with the intentions of staying there for most of the evening.

Tony raised up, then rolled his hips as he sank back down, shuddering with the sensation. He put his hands on Bucky’s shoulders to change the angle and rocked again, humming with the shifting position. “Article in today’s People says you’re not in love with me anymore,” he mentioned.

Bucky choked and spluttered, then groaned as that changed the way they were fitting together. “Tony, I am literally balls deep in your ass right now,” he pointed out. He flexed his hips, fingers gripping Tony’s thighs. He clenched his jaw in an effort not to spill over right away; his dick often seemed to have an urge to make a point, somehow.

“Mm, yeah, I noticed that.” Tony dug his toes into the mattress for balance and pushed back onto Bucky’s cock even harder than before. “But do you still like me?”

Bucky slid an arm around Tony’s back and before he could protest, rolled them over until he was on top, sliding even deeper with each thrust, as if he could permanently become one with his husband. He leaned in, until his mouth was hovering mere millimeters away from Tony’s. Until speaking brushed their lips together. “I am so into you, baby,” Bucky said, “that nothin’ gonna pull me out.” He demonstrated, by way of pushing Tony’s knees back until they were practically touching his ears.

Tony’s breath caught and his hands clenched in the sheets. “Glad to h-hear it,” he groaned. “Oh, Christ, yes, right there, more.”

“Yeah,” Bucky agreed, rocking with him, stroking Tony with each heartbeat, kissing him thoroughly. He was going to come quicker; driving down into Tony’s lithe, beautiful body always drove him wild. “You know I love you.” He balanced on the metal arm, getting a hand between them to tease Tony’s dick. “Don’t you?”

“Course I do,” Tony panted. “‘M just sayin, the press is at us again. And you know-- oh! Oh, yeah, sweetheart, just like that -- you know what it means when that happens.”

Bucky almost snarled; settled for purring in Tony’s ear, instead. “Means some stupid, mislead idiots with delusions of adequacy are gonna come crawlin’ out of the woodwork, hopin’ for a bite of Tony Stark.” He nipped at Tony’s throat, down to worry at Tony’s collarbone, sucking up a red mark. He ran his thumb back and forth over the crown of Tony’s cock, smearing precome around.

“God, it should not be so hot when you get possessive,” Tony swore. “You know I don’t want anyone else, baby.”

“I know,” Bucky said, and he did, he knew that. Tony had never even had to prove himself to Bucky; they’d held each other’s lives and hearts and heads since they practically met. He didn’t have doubts. “Jus’ don’t like ‘em circling around you like blowflies. You’re not someone’s prize.” He sucked in a breath, thrust in, and twisted his wrist at the same time. “You’re mine.”

Tony threw his head back on a cry and came, spilling over Bucky’s fist to splash across his stomach. “Yours,” he gasped. “Always.” He reached up to curl his fingers into Bucky’s hair. “And you’re mine. Moy soldat.”

Bucky arched, that squeeze and heat, so perfect… he gasped for air, everything clenching down, and then-- “Oh, god.” Deep and molten and shivering, Bucky let it go, pleasure zipping from nerve to nerve as he came, crying Tony’s name. He chased after his breath for a bit, heart throbbing painfully in his chest, practically squashing Tony while he recovered his wits.

“Do I like you,” Bucky said, rolling over and spreading out over as much of the bed as he could get, trying to cool down. “What idiocy. Of course I like you. Like you, love you, want you, need you. Everything. All of it. There aren’t even words.”

Tony sighed in satisfaction. “We might have to put on a show for the press again,” he said. “Since it seems to be a slow news week.”

Bucky rolled up onto his elbow. “What a hardship.”

Really, as Tony got older, you’d think the number of people trying to hit on him would decrease. Sure, he was pretty fit for his age, still a billionaire, still a celebrity superhero, and there were always going to be people who found that attractive; Tony had long since resigned himself to the occasional offer from a fan with little to lose. But since the latest round of the gossip rags proclaiming that Tony and Bucky were going to call it quits Any Day Now, it seemed every third person he met was trying to get into his pants.

Bucky hadn’t even left Tony’s side for five minutes at the last event they’d been at before some society darling had pressed up against Tony’s side and offered to help him through those lonely nights.

Honestly, the woman was lucky that Bucky had only flayed her with words on his return; Tony was pretty certain he’d been mentally doing much worse.

Tony didn’t know where the gossip sites got their speculation from. It’s not like they’d stopped being affectionate with each other -- the kids were forever complaining about it, actually. Which only made them do it more, because it was funny. But apparently, that was too subtle. They were going to have to take things a little bit farther to get the message across.

Bucky, who normally contained himself to shooting at bad guys, and the occasional knife fight when one got too close, switched it up a bit and picked up one of the Not-Quite-Doombots (Tony didn’t know what they were, but they weren’t Doom’s robots, those things were dangerous, these were more like knock-off, dollar store bots. Annoying, clunky, and prone to malfunctions. The Avengers were only called in because there were so many of them) and threw it.

The ‘bot crashed into a nearby coffee shop and sent patrons screaming away. The way Bucky glared at the shop, without paying the least bit attention to the scrap metal he’d just failed to recycle, made Tony wonder if the collateral damage was a little more directed than usual.

But that was the last one. Nothing was still standing that wasn’t wearing signature colors (and the bystanders, who were by-fleers). Bucky took two running steps, hit a park bench, and leaped, getting an arm around Tony and practically tackling him to the ground. It was a good thing Tony had all sorts of shock resistance built into the armor. As it was, the fall jolted his breath out of him and Bucky thumbed the helmet’s release and was kissing him before Tony could recover his air.

“Mph--” Tony tried to say, then gave up and kissed his husband. It was shorter than usual, because air was a thing, and Tony hadn’t started out with a full breath. “Fighting knockoff Doombots gets you hot and bothered now?” he teased.

“No,” Bucky said. He nuzzled at Tony’s jaw. “College girls daring each other to flash Iron Man when he flew by kinda pisses me off, though. That one in th’ blue shirt left her damn brassiere on the table.”

Tony rolled his eyes. “No subtlety at all,” he complained. “Think it’s time to do something about this mess?”

“Mmmm,” Bucky said. He rolled to his feet and offered Tony a hand up. Steve was squawking over comms about the cleanup. Bucky made a face, tugged his earpiece out and threw it over his shoulder. “Fight fire with fire.” He lifted Tony up, armor and all, kissed him again, like they were in some sort of romcom and the wreckage of the street was a field of flowers.

Tony returned the kiss, with interest. “Have I mentioned before how hot it is that you can manhandle me in the suit?” He grinned down at his husband.

“You an’ the suit don’t even weigh what Thor does,” Bucky said. At Tony’s dubious look, Bucky added, “we did ‘get help’ last fight. It was fun.” He turned and carried Tony right back to the coffee shop, which was abandoned and ruined. Bucky took particular pains to step on the lacy bralette laying, forgotten, on the floor. He pushed into the back office, depositing Tony on the desk and swept it clear of rubble.

“Really?” Tony asked. “This is your choice of location?” He didn’t waste any time unfolding himself from the suit. He glanced up at the security camera in the corner and shot it with an EMP blast. There was a limit to how much evidence he wanted the press to get their hands on.

“Smells better than a broom cupboard,” Bucky said with a shrug. “An’ if someone’s gettin’ naked about you in a coffee shop, it’s gonna be me.” He worked open his armor one handed. “Gonna be a quickie. Once I’m outta this shit, I don’t like t’ put it back on until it’s clean.” He licked his way into Tony’s mouth, one hand sliding down the underflight suit until he reached Tony’s hip. “But I’ll make you feel real good, baby.”

“Promises, promises,” Tony taunted, groping down the front of Bucky’s armor and generally interfering with Bucky’s attempt to get it opened, until he got his hand on Bucky’s cock. “Already hard for it? You sure it wasn’t the ‘bots?” Tony grinned impishly until Bucky growled and leaned in to kiss the smirk off his face.

“Maybe a little bit th’ ‘bots,” Bucky said. “It’s nice t’ cut loose an’ not worry about hurtin’ people.” He groaned, pushing against Tony’s hand. “Gonna be even quicker than a quickie if you keep doin’ that.”

Tony was pretty sure Bucky would be able to manage a second round if he did shoot off quick, but it was also a pretty good bet that Steve or someone else would come looking for them if they were missing too long, so they probably didn’t have time for two rounds.

Tony wasn’t completely hard yet -- he wasn’t as fast on the draw as Bucky -- but the warm press of Bucky’s body and the firm stroke of Bucky’s hand as it slipped into the suit was getting him there pretty easily. “RPF,” he murmured. “Coffee shop AU.”

“Look at you, baby,” Bucky crooned. “Love it when you’re all sweaty ‘n dishevelled.” He rubbed Tony’s shaft with the heel of his hand, fingers teasing at his balls while he taunted Tony with more kisses, his tongue flicking over Tony’s lips in quick, heated strokes.

Tony groaned and tipped his head back, tugging Bucky’s mouth toward his throat. “Oh, yeah, yes, Bucky...”

Bucky fastened his mouth on Tony’s throat, a sharp nip and flare of pain as Bucky sucked all the blood to the surface, tonguing the spot when he was done. He rutted against Tony’s thigh, hips moving urgently. He kissed Tony again, hard and quick, then pushed him a little higher on the desk until he was sitting on it, Bucky tucked in the vee of Tony’s legs. “Gonna eat you right up like an ice cream.” Bucky slid to one knee, matching actions to works and took Tony down to the root in a single motion. His mouth was a hot, slick inferno and his tongue worked at Tony’s skin with skill and agility.

“Oh Christ,” Tony gasped. Quick, indeed; there was no slow savoring here. Bucky worked him with raw, ruthless efficiency, proving just how well Bucky knew Tony’s body. He clenched his hands in Bucky’s hair, hanging on for dear life. “God, Bucky, yes...”

Bucky slid two fingers into his mouth, teasing at Tony’s cock, his tongue working in between them, then, slippery with spit, drew them back, along the crease of Tony’s thigh until he was pressing at the entrance to Tony’s body, a quick little caress and tease, circling and encouraging Tony to thrust up, into Bucky’s mouth. The noises he was making were obscene, slick and wet, moaning almost continuously.

Tony whined and pushed up into the welcoming heat of Bucky’s mouth and throat. He shuddered at the sensation, and Bucky pressed one finger into Tony’s hole, not far, just enough to stretch and burn a little. It was enough to tip him over the edge. He cursed and jerked and then came, shooting down Bucky’s throat in a warm wave.

Bucky licked and tormented him through the aftershocks, until Tony was weakly batting him away, overstimulated and jittery. Bucky licked at his lip, his mouth red and swollen and used looking, face pink, hair sticking to his forehead. “You are utterly, utterly wrecked, babydoll,” Bucky said, smug jerk that he was.

“You’re not much better,” Tony retorted. He gingerly tucked himself back into his undersuit. “Do I get a turn at wrecking you next?”

“Yeah,” Bucky said, eyes flashing eagerly. “Wanna feel you, baby, your nice warm skin. Got a hand for me?”

“For you, sweetheart, always.” Tony dragged his hand over Bucky’s cock, teasing a little before wrapping firmly around it. He kissed down Bucky’s neck, sucking at the skin. “Think if I work hard enough at it, I can give you a hickey that’ll last long enough for some pap to get a picture?” he wondered. He sucked a little harder, pulling the soft skin between his teeth.

Bucky groaned, pushing into the pressure of Tony’s mouth, head falling back in supplication. “Don’t know that I even care,” he said, “damn, that feels good, Tony, oh, oh, yeah, like that, baby.”

Bucky might have started their tryst as a possessive marking of territory, but once he was into it, Tony was his sole focus. It was a little humbling, sometimes, the raw, naked longing that Tony could see in Bucky’s every movement. From the way he shuddered under Tony’s hand to the savage wantonness of his cries.

“That’s it,” Tony coaxed, working his hand faster, rolling over the tip to spread precome down Bucky’s cock. “So gorgeous, so perfect for me. Come for me, sweetheart, I want to feel you coming.” He licked at Bucky’s neck, the salty tang of sweat and skin, and if he hadn’t just climaxed, he’d be getting hard again.

Bucky rolled up onto his toes, fucking up into Tony’s hand. His fingers clamped down on Tony’s shoulders and he let his mouth drop open, all the stress and worries dropping off his features until they were smooth and relaxed. His eyes fluttered shut and then, “Oh, god, Tony.” His hips stuttered, pistoning wildly, two, three strokes. A soft sigh and he arched into it, painting Tony’s belly, hip, and the thigh of his flight suit with come.

Tony stroked him through it, peppering his face and neck with kisses. “So wonderful, so beautiful,” he murmured. He nosed at Bucky’s temple, dropping a soft kiss there. “Now who’s wrecked?” he teased.

“One ‘a these days,” Bucky said, huffing out a breath, “I’m gonna make you carry me.” He shuddered, resting his forehead against Tony’s shoulder for a long moment before yanking his tactical pants back up around his hips. He tucked himself in, belted the pants, but left the shirt open, showing off his chest, and a few round, red bite marks.

Tony found some napkins to wipe up the mess and then got himself back into the armor. He left the helmet off; the tender spot on his neck where Bucky had sucked a hickey would probably show nicely, and it definitely wasn’t a combat injury. “You want me to give you a lift back up to the ‘jet?”

Bucky took a step back, his knees obviously shaky. “Yes, yes, I would like that,” he decided, firmly. “You can sit with me on th’ way back to the Tower. I don’t think we need an aerial escort today.”

“Your wish is my command.” Tony caught Bucky’s hand in his -- he couldn’t feel it through the gauntlet, but it was nice anyway -- and led the way back out into the street. He caught Bucky around the waist. “Hold on,” he said. He waved at a returning bystander, giving their cell camera a bright press smile, and then took off, Bucky’s arms twined around his neck.

“Buck, you okay?” Steve asked, as they landed in the ‘jet.

“Yeah, Stevie,” Bucky said. “Just needed a hand with somethin’.”

Steve took a step forward, as if concerned, then his nostrils flared. “Buck!”

Jessica Jones, who was stripping out of her armor with very little regard for modesty, looked up. “What?”

“You can’t smell that?” Steve grimaced. “Really? Really, Buck?”

Bucky’s mouth twitched until he was forced to duck his chin to hide a wide grin and flushed cheeks. “Really.”

Tony dropped onto the bench beside his husband. “No need to get excited about it, Cap,” he said, probably more smugly than he should. “It’s just a little territory marking.” 

#mcukinkbingo #tony x bucky #winteriron #marking #possessive bucky #communal kitchen

[itsluhsbitch]

sneaking out?

You were in your room laying on your bed and staring up at the ceiling while music flowed out of your laptop. You were annoyed at your brother Jack. Your parents were out of town for the week and they left you two alone, and although you were 20, just a year younger than your brother, and he still treated you like a child. Like, when you walked downstairs in your outfit, which was just a pair of shorts and a tank top, ready to head over to your friend Andrea’s house for a party she was having, he quickly told you ‘no’ and ‘forbid’ you from going, hiding your keys from you.

You were so annoyed because he was having a bunch of friends over, like Nate, Sammy, John, Gilinksy, Matt, Nash and Hayes. You liked all the guys and were cool and everything, but you just wanted to go to the party. So you decided you were gonna go. All his friends were coming over and they would soon be loud, it’s not like they would hear you climb out your window, and knowing the mood you were in when you last talked to your brother, he wouldn’t bother you, so you decided to just wait until you heard all the boys, knowing their conversations would soon flow through the house, and the music they were bound to play would soon fill the house a bit more too. He wouldn’t even notice you were gone.

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Jack had to stop at the store to pick up some beer and snacks before heading over to the Johnson residence, so he was running a bit late. But when he got there, all the guys greeted him, but Jack didn’t see you anywhere.

“yo, J, where’s Lia?” 

“oh, we got into a bit of a fight, she’s in her room, probably gonna be there all night” Johnson spoke. “you know her.”

“yeah, I’m just gonna go say hi real quick.”

“yeah man! Try to get her to come and hang out with us.” Johnson smiled briefly before turning his attention back to the game of 2k17 he was playing.

Jack made his way down the hall towards your room, the noise from all the guys and the music still pretty loud at this end of the house. Jack knocked on the door, calling out your name. He heard ruffling around in your room, so he opened the door and peaked his head in before stepping in and seeing you halfway out the window.

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“Lia?” you heard, and as you looked up you saw Gilinsky, and a small smile made its way onto your face.

“ummm, hi” you muttered shyly.

Jack closed your bedroom door and walked over to the window and pulled you back in.

“what the hell are you doing?” you asked as Jack stood between you and the window.

“sneaking out? really Lia?” he asked.

“yeah. In case you haven’t noticed, my brother’s an asshole.” you spoke, folding your arms across your chest.

“c’mon, he’s only watching out for you.”

“I’m not a child, I can take care of myself.” you spoke.

“Yeah, but Lia-”

“but nothing. Tell him I’m fine, but I’m going” you spoke, going to walk past Jack and back out the window, but he grabbed you.

“No Lia.”

“Jack just let me go” you fought in his arms.

Jack ended up carrying you a bit and threw you on your bed, straddling you so you couldn’t get up.

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your brother and Jack had been friends since kindergarten, so you grew up Gilinsky, so you and him were pretty close. He was like another older brother for the longest time, like, up until your freshman year of high school, now he was more like a friend.

“Jack Gilinsky, get off me” you tried to push him off, but he wasn’t moving.

He grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head on your pillow, so he was now leaning down, and your guys’ faces’ were closer.

“I’m not getting off you unless you agree to stay.” his breath fanned your face, giving you chills.

“so what? you’re just gonna sit on me all night then?” you raised your brow up at him.

“if that’s what it takes.” he flashed a smile at you that made you smile in return. He had such a gorgeous smile.

“is that a smile on your face?” Jack teased.

“shut up” you laughed.

“you can’t make me” he smiled proudly.

You two were so close, his face just an inch or two away from yours. You were always a little daring, and you thought of something that he wouldn’t expect, something that would catch him off guard.

You lifted your head a bit and caught his lips in between your own. You felt him tense up for a second, but immediately relax. His lips moving against yours.

You got caught up in the moment, and soon your guys’ tongues were slipping into the other’s mouth, fighting for dominance. Jack let go of your hands, moving one down grab your face, his hand moving from your cheek to your jaw, then down along your neck as you two sloppily made out.

You took your hand and placed it over his, and put a little pressure on it, his hand tightening around your neck just a bit. A little bit of choking turned you on. The whole situation turned you on kinda. The fact that someone could walk in at any second. The way his lips felt against yours. The way his hand was around your throat.

“so. are you still thinking about leaving?” Jack mumbled against your lips, moving his along your jaw now.

“mmmm. I’m thinking about it” you teased, loving everything about this.

“well. I think it’s time I give you a reason to stay” he whispered hotly in your ear, his lips grazing against your lobe, giving you chills, yet you felt your body heat up.

Jack started kissing your neck, causing you to let out a little gasp. You arched your back, your hands gripping his shoulders, a moan escaping your lips as you felt his teeth sink into your skin a bit.

Your skin was on fire where Jack’s hand rested against your waist, a small sliver of skin showing between the bottom of your shirt and the top of your shorts. He started to push the bottom of your top up more until you sat up and he pulled it off you, throwing it somewhere in the room, taking a second to admire the black lacy bra you were wearing.

While he stared at your chest, you reached down and tugged his shirt up over his head. And the second his shirt was gone your back was against the bed while Jack was still on top, his lips now attached to your collar bone, a hand sliding under your arched back to unclip your bra, before you took it upon yourself to pull the straps down your arms and throw it across the room as well.

Jack’s hand went from your side up to cup one of your boobs, going to roughly massage it, but that’s when he felt it. Lifting his head from your collar bone he looked down to your boob and then back up at you.

“they’re pierced?” he asked.

“yeah” you let out a shaky little laugh and bit your lip, unsure of how he would feel about that.

“god, that’s hot” he muttered before attaching his lips back onto your skin, making a trail of small little hickies down to your boob, which he made sure to leave a bigger hickie there. Jack licked your nipple before taking it into his mouth, still running his tongue over it and nipping at it a bit.

You loved it. Every single second of it. You loved it even more when, while he had his mouth around your chest, he reached down and undid your shorts, sliding his hand past the waistband and he started to rub you through your panties.

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Jack loved everything about this. He’s honestly always had some sort of thing for you, but he never would have acted on it, but then you kissed him and here you guys were.

But Jack loved how you reacted to his touch, and the way you let out shaky little breaths in his ear or quiet moans of his name. It was driving him mad. He could already feel himself getting harder and harder by the second.

He felt how wet you were through your panties, and as soon as he inserted a finger into you the moan you let out was enough to make him cum right then and there.

Being somewhat constricted by the shorts you still had on though, he quickly removed his finger completely only to pull your shorts and panties off, leaving you completely bare. He sat and stared at you laying there, waiting for him to touch you again somehow, chest littered with small purple marks.

Jack somewhat laid down next to you, turning your face towards his and capturing your lips while his hand reached down in-between your legs. 

He ran a finger along your folds, collecting some of your wetness before he slid two fingers into you, stretching you a bit more. He started to slowly slide them in and out, using his thumb to rub your clit causing you to hum against his lips. 

Soon he started to pick up his pace, and curling his fingers up inside you. Jack loved how into it you were. He was making you feel so good that you started to grind against his fingers, needing more.

“Please. Jack” you gasped as his thumb started rubbing harder circles over your clit while his fingers continued inside of you. He was building you up, and you were so close to being pushed over the edge. Your back arched up off the bed as you reached your climax.

Jack removed his fingers and brought them up to your mouth, you immediately taking them into your mouth, sucking whatever juices were left, moaning around his fingers.

Jack looked at you and he admired you. You were so beautiful, and the way your mouth was wrapped around his fingers, and the way your tongue moved along them was making Jack hard.

“so was that the reason why I should stay?” you teased, “because I’m still thinking I should leave” you smirked, only to have Jack laugh and climb over top of you again, immediately pushing his lips against yours.

You reached down and fumbled with Jack’s sweats, trying to push them down, Jack smiling against your lips and reaching down to help you get his pants off, which wasn’t as smooth as either of you planned, causing you to let out a little giggle and Jack to just roll his eyes, but nevertheless he had a smile on his face.

The two of you looked at each other, and your hands around the back of his neck gently pulled his face down to yours, not that he resisted at all, and your lips met his.

As the two of you sloppily made out you felt his tip at your entrance causing you to let out a little whine against his lips. Jack smiled against your lips, one of his hands reaching down to guide him in.

He pushed in slowly, causing you to let out a little gasp as he filled you up completely.

Jack’s head dipped down into the crevice of your neck, his breath hot against your skin. He slowly started to thrust in and out, having him stretch your walls in a completely satisfying way.

Your nails dug into his shoulders as he started to pick up his pace. You let out a few shaky breaths with each thrust, and Jack let out low grunts in your ear.

You pulled Jack’s face back up to yours, locking your guys’ lips together, moaning against each other’s lips.

You felt so good around Jack. He was practically losing his mind. You were so tight around him, and you kept clenching around him.

You arched your back up off the bed as Jack thrusted harder, causing you to gasp as he hit your g-spot. A steady series of shaky little moans left your mouth as Jack kept thrusting harder.

You were close. With Jack’s thrusts getting harder, faster, and deeper, you were right on the edge ready to be pushed over.

With a few more thrusts you were pushed over the edge. Eyes rolling and body shaking as you came, Jack riding out your high.

Jack pulled out after you came down from your high and you pushed him off of you so he was laying on his back before you moved your position. You moved between his legs, lowering your head and taking his length into your mouth.

Jack immediately took a fistful of your hair, guiding your head up and down his shaft. You had no control as Jack was getting closer to his own release.

Taking your head and shoving it down, making you take his whole entire length into your mouth, you couldn’t help but gag around him. He was basically face fucking you, but you loved it. You didn’t care that you could hardly breathe and had tears falling from your eyes from gagging on his dick every time he shoved your head down on him.

His member started to twitch in your mouth so you knew he was close. Jack let go of your hair and with a few more bobs of your head he was moaning out as his load filled your mouth, you humming around him milking out his whole release.

Swallowing it all, you pulled your mouth off of him and sat up, Jack’s chest moving up and down as he calmed down from his high. He looked at you with hooded eyes and you just smiled innocently at him.

“god. That was...incredible” he breathed out.

“yeah.” you smiled, climbing off your bed now and searching around for something to throw on.

Jack stayed laid back on your bed with his eyes closed, trying to recover from what just happened.

“Jack” you laughed, turning to see him sprawled out in your bed on full display, but you threw his boxers at him, causing him to open his eyes.

he laughed a bit but slid his boxers on, getting off your bed and searching for his other clothes while you stood in front of your mirror and threw your hair up in a bun, turning around to see him pulling on his shirt, but not before you caught a glimpse of all the marks you left on his back.

“well we should probably get out there before they start to wonder what’s taking so long” you spoke, walking towards the door.

“yeah...I guess we should.” Jack spoke, scratching the back of his neck and following you out of your room.

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if you want a part 2 let me know. I know I’ve been MIA for like...ever, but I’m back, slowly but surely. And I always appreciate your feedback, especially because I’m never sure of what I’m writing, so let me know what you think.

#jack and jack #jack and jack imagine #jack gilinsky #jack gilinsky imagine #ogoc #ogoc imagine #ogoc smut #jack gilinksy smut

[xekstrin]

So Roots was a story I was going to write about Ruby growing up as a trans girl & figuring out her identity, as well as unraveling the mystery of “why do ruby and yang have different last names? and who is Summer?” but it’s mostly a story about Yang and Summer

When I started writing it we knew NOTHING about Yang, Ruby, or Summer, so in this story Yang isn’t Ruby’s sister, but Summer is. Their dad is named Ash Rose and I never gave their mother a name. Naturally a lot of shit got jossed so I dropped it but @arulaen reminded me I’ve never posted the whole story. I’m literally never going to write any more but I did like the ideas I had. (And it’s very On Brand for the shit I like). 

Anyway, in the last chapter of Roots we met the death-predicting cat named Grimm. (This is based on a real cat.) Summer watches that cat with dread as over the next few days he goes to every single person she saved in the hospital, just hours before they die, until there’s only one person left. Summer is sick with grief at not being able to save these people, and Ruby sees being a huntress isn’t all heroism and fairy tales.

Summer hates that cat. Ruby feels a little bad for him and suggest that maybe predicting death is like his Semblance, he didn’t choose it : ( don’t be mean to the cat, sis. Summer  stays with that last patient until one day Grimm comes back. He always wanders around but every time she sees him, Summer gets a little heart attack. Please take me instead, she thinks weakly, sleep-deprived and weary from days spent in the hospital watching over the sole survivor. Please let me save just one person.

Maybe it worked, maybe it didn’t, maybe Summer was praying to a cat. But Grimm never swings by and the last person survives and recovers and wakes up. Her name, of course, is Yang Xiao Long.

Her family is gone so Summer begs Ash to adopt Yang.

There’s a bit of a legal dilemma where Ash tries to adopt Yang but it never goes through. Something something but he’s able to keep her in his family as his apprentice, but it’s tenuous, and the threat of her being sent into the foster system is high. Summer makes her father promise, swear on his life, that he’ll never let Yang be alone and afraid ever again.

Summer immediately and strongly forms a deep attachment to the only survivor of the grimm attack. But Yang lost most of her memory, didn’t remember Summer saved her life, & Summer is a repressed little jerk and doesn’t know how to talk about feelings. It’s a bit of a “pull on your pigtails cause I like you” thing which Yang, understandably, does not appreciate. She keeps her hair short out of spite.

Yang doesn’t ever recover her memories but it’s heavily implied she harnessed her semblance at that young age and that’s how she was able to survive. But she doesn’t know how to use it now. So Summer tries giving her “tough love”, training her how to be a huntress and telling her things like “In this world you need to learn how to fight for survival or else you’ll rely on people like me saving you over and over again & I’m not always going to be there. On top of that if you don’t make it as a huntress, Ash can’t keep you as his apprentice!” and Yang is like “fuck you!!! I don’t need you to save me and I never did and I never will! I’m gonna be a huntress, & I’m gonna be BETTER THAN YOU”

Not only that, but Summer and Yang would get into constant fights over how to raise Ruby, as both of them see themselves as her older sister / mother figure.

“Stop being so rough with her! She’s just a kid!”

“If you think that’s rough, you should see the games we play at Signal >:)”

Summer is much more harsh and is the “toss you into the lake so you learn how to swim” borderline abusive kind of teacher. Yang is much more gentle, so Ruby and Yang obviously become very close very fast. 

Summer feels a little left out as she leaves for Beacon. Yang gets accepted into Signal and continues training Ruby until Ruby joins her. It’s a rough two years for Ruby, who retreats inside herself more than ever.  Ruby and Summer keep in touch but the relationship gets pretty chilly.

(More bullshit about how Yang and Ruby want to be legal sisters so bad, so bad, Ruby feels guilty for sometimes lying awake at night, sleeping in the same bed as Yang, thinking if only Yang were my real sister and not---)

Summer rarely comes home because she prefers the independence of life at Beacon (she didn’t get along with Ash, either). She’s very selfish and rude and mean and a lone wolf and gets into trouble a lot, but she’s the best huntress of her generation and everyone knows it. 

Meanwhile Ruby is slowly breaking out of her shell and making new friends at Signal, but she hasn’t come out to anyone except Yang. 

So when Summer finally comes back to visit them in person it’s been years since they’ve seen each other in the flesh. Ruby & Yang have both grown up and Yang is about to graduate from Signal. Ruby comes out to Summer and Summer is extremely excited and supportive! (she always knew tbh, ever since Ruby chose her new name)

Summer & Yang are both kinda tomboyish and they’re both :\ about Ruby being super femme, but they go halfsies on buying her a brand spankin new super fluffy hyper femme wardrobe, because goddamn you if you’re going to try and outspoil her on my watch, she’s MY Sister

The trip home ends on an unusually high note, and Summer and Yang grow much closer because they finally realize the most important thing they have in common is they would set the world on fire if it meant protecting Ruby. Summer also comes to grudgingly respect Yang’s strength as a huntress, because she’s top of her class and gunning for all of Summer’s old records.

 Take that, bitch.

So on a whim Summer demands that Yang write to her as often as Ruby does. Yang agrees, but half-heartedly, and both of them expect nothing to come of it. But Yang keeps up regular correspondence with Summer, and grudgingly starts to respect her as an adult huntress-to-be. She actually writes letters to Summer more often than Ruby does, which makes Ruby feel very “:)??”

Summer isn’t that much older than Yang but she’s on an accelerated course (as Ruby later would be). 

So she graduates Beacon and comes home again as a legal adult, and a huntress, and she asks Yang to marry her.

Yang:

Summer: Don’t get it twisted. This is just so that you can join our family. I’m aroace anyway, like Ruby is (and also probably our uncle Qrow) and I’m not interested in anything else from you.

In Summer’s eyes, it’s a win-win situation. She can finally relax, knowing that Yang will always be taken care of. And Yang gets what she always wanted, which is to be Ruby’s sister. (Plus, Summer gets a pay bonus if she’s married. Cha-ching!) Since she’s like 19 and an idiot this seems like a great setup.

Yang is like “I’m 16 dude” and Summer is like “yea? so?” and yang is like “I can’t get married as a kid that’s like leaving the party at nine o’clock” and summer is like “well who else are you gonna marry :\” and Yang is like “IDK!! maybe nobody! Maybe somebody I love!” and Summer is like “you're making a real big deal out of this” 

Yang: “you’re not making big ENOUGH of a deal out of it!” 

Summer: “I’m proposing a solution and you’re shitting all over it! RAAAH!!!!!”

Yang: “You’re proposing one? ;D wait shit this isn’t the time for jokes im mad as hell!”

Summer gives her the ring and tells her to think about it. Summer is already wearing hers, because she’s always been a cocky motherfucker. 

Fast forward a few years to Weiss’ POV for a few chapters. She’s crushing hard on Yang, her team mate at Beacon, but refuses to admit it. Ruby is on an accelerated track just like Summer was. There’s a few episodes of them dealing with problems and a few missions and Ruby finds out that Summer was involved in some shady stuff before she died. Really shady stuff. Yang has no opinion but she winds up defending Summer and Ruby is like :\

So there’s increasingly weird things happening and then someone even tries to set fire to the school! Everyone abandons ship... but Ruby is like “NO! NO!!” and fighting Yang like a wildcat trying to get back inside

Yang: wtf is your problem!? Ruby: Summer’s in there! Yang immediately changes tack and they both jump into the flaming inferno.

Weiss: (who the fuck is summer? and WHY IS THIS MY TEAM OH MY GOD)

Ruby and Yang jump right into the flames and recover one of the only photos of the three of them that they have. They do some cool shit with their semblances to put out the fire. Ruby recovers the photo and Yang comes out, all smiles, and is like “Oh Weiss I saved some of your stuff too :) and Blake’s too of course”

Blake: My heroes Weiss: (why do I have a crush on this idiot why is my face this hot)

Yang also saved the rings. She now wears them both on a necklace.

Ozluminati shenanigans are rampant and the tournament is used as an excuse for some BAD GUYS to storm the school and try to find something really precious hidden underneath. (Another big part of the reason I dropped Roots was because they wound up using this plot point in canon, hahaha.)

So naturally the leader of the bad guys is.... SUMMER?! And she’s got a cool robot arm, because robot arms are sick. Weiss sees Yang and Ruby are especially rattled because... well, there’s not a lot of time to explain. 

Summer: Why’d you cut your hair short? You know I like your hair long Ruby: PIXIE CUTS ARE VERY IN THESE DAYS WAIT WHY ARE WE TALKING ABOUT THIS

Somewhere in here I was going to have a #romantic moonlit scene where Yang explains that they never recovered Summer’s body but they recovered The Ring and Summer was her... fiancee? maybe? She doesn’t even know, they were both stupid kids, it probably wouldn’t have happened. But the fact remains that Summer dying meant that Yang lost... so much. (Weiss: wow Yang is so tormented and beautiful mmmm im gay)

But they have to RACE SUMMER THROUGH A LABYRINTH OF TRAPS N SHIT underneath beacon. Blake and Weiss team up to fight other people and let the sisters go thru THE MAZZZZE. 

And of course there’s one room that traps Ruby and Summer together and they have to fight! And it’s the last room and The Artifact is right there within reach and if you want it you have to get through me, Summer! and Summer is like Ozpin is using you! He’s using you like he used me and I am NOT the bad guy here! and Ruby is like You don’t get to say that after hurting innocent people! 

Yang is trapped just outside unable to do anything but watch because #magic force fields or something, and it’s just like a sick twisted repeat of when they were kids and Summer would abuse Ruby under the guise of toughening her up. And Summer beats the dogshit out of her and is like There’s nothing you can do! I’ve always been the stronger Rose and this Artifact is mine cause I’m the only one who can use it! and ruby is like WHYYYYY SISTER!!! and Summer is like I’m in debt to some Bad People, Ruby... people who make me and Ozpin look like angels!

Ruby is like What do they want with this artifact then? and summer is like lol.... not my problem. B)

And she pushes Ruby over the edge and then suddenly Ruby gets Red Eyes.

Summer: oh shit

Turns out the Artifact is something that lets you leech other people’s semblances? And it’s attuned to her?! So Ruby has Summer’s AND Yang’s and her own semblance and bang! she beats Summer and takes the Artifact and the force fields all drop. Backup swiftly arrives and Ruby is a big weepy bleeding mess as they take Summer away to HUNTRESS PRISON or w/e.

So then the story starts winding down with Yang Weiss Blake and Ruby talking to Ozpin, very “Dumbledore explains everything at the end of the book” where Ozpin is like “this artifact is a part of a great prophecy and it said that the daughter of [some old ruby ancestor] would take it one day :\ I thought it was Summer but now I realize it’s you, Ruby” 

and ruby is like “what! I don’t wanna be a part of a big prophecy, I have normal knees!” 

and Ozpin is like “mmmm But Thou Must Ruby and now we’re going to leave it really vague! Dangling plot threads! Who was Summer working for? Maybe Cinder? Xekstrin didn’t plan for a sequel.”

So Yang visits Summer in Huntress Prison to ask her questions. Weiss is there for emotional support and DEFINITELY not because she wants to see this ex-fiancee of Yang’s out of jealousy. Ruby is basically like Summer is dead to me

Yang offers the rings to Summer but summer is like “nah, you keep them. that’s contraband ;)” Summer doesn’t seem defeated at all and, throwing everyone off, keeps the tone very light and almost nostalgic.

Weiss leaves determined to keep her feelings for Yang under wraps. She doesn’t want to burden her friend with them. 

The story ends with Yang thinking about the last time she saw Summer before Summer faked her death. They’d stayed up all night talking and fell asleep in the same bed. It’s sort of like what Yang does with Ruby sometimes, but Ruby is her sister and Summer is..... Summer.

Yang wakes up first and watches Summer in her sleep. She’s considering the proposal, even though Summer has been more withdrawn lately, and taking on more dangerous missions, and looking haggard like something is chasing her even in her dreams...

Summer wakes up and sleepily runs her left hand through Yang’s hair. Half-awake, she mutters “You look like an angel with the sun in your hair like that. You should let it grow out so you can be this pretty when we get married.”

It’s just an idle comment, but the idea is like a seed, slowly taking root in Yang’s heart.

#Roots #that's all folks! #i wonder if i should tag this as #fanfiction #rwby #summer rose #headcanon

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High Heat and Low Expectations

"This might be the laziest morning we've had in a long time."

Those words, that short sentence, broke the tentative agreement that they, as well as the dolls, had had the whole morning. They'd both been up for about two hours at that point, but neither had moved much or even spoken. They just laid there, Bickslow in his boxers and Lisanna in her bra and panties, uncharacteristically silent for once.

Until then. Because then she'd killed it.

"It's too hot," Bickslow complained as he laid there, arms stretched out on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. "I'm sweating just laying here. The only reason I haven't gotten up is because when I do, you're gonna be totally grossed out."

"Why?"

"I haven't moved a muscle in, oh, about an hour. I have a total wet spot from all this sweat on the mattress by now, I guaranty it."

"Ew. Bickslow-"

"You asked."

"Mmmm. I always forget not to do that."

He moved finally, just slightly, so that he could glance down at the woman. She was curled beneath his arm, her head poised to snuggle against his chest, but she hadn't since they'd woken up. It was too hot to touch. It was too hot to do anything.

"I would say that we should go down to the guild, get in the pool, but I bet everyone's already had the same idea."

"Probably," she mumbled. "Mmmm. When I get older and buy a house, it is definitely going to be one with a pool."

"A pool, huh?"

"Mmmhmm. I thought about one with a lake or something, but that would only, you know, breed bugs."

"During the winter though, it'd freeze and you could ice skate on it."

"Mmmm. Guess you're right."

"And I'm sure there'd be trees and stuff everywhere. To build forts and stuff."

"Yeah."

"And you'd be all alone, huh? Such a big property. You could do whatever you wanted."

"Mmmhmm."

"Where would you find a place like that though?"

"Not in Magnolia."

"Certainly not."

She only sighed. "Just a silly dream anyhow."

"It'd be a cool place though, if you ever had a kid."

That made her pause. "For Mira and Laxus' kids, maybe, but I don't think I'll ever have a kid."

"Why don't you think that?"

She turned her eyes up then, to stare at him. "Because…well…"

It was an awkward conversation to have. Especially considering they'd only been together for six months. She didn't want to weird him out or anything. Though, he had been the one to bring it up, so it made it okay, she was pretty sure.

"You don't want a kid, right?"

He blinked. Then he actually sat up. Sure enough, he left a sweat shadow in his wake. "What are you talking about? When'd I ever say that?"

Lisanna shifted some, making a face at the sweat he'd left on the bed, before saying simply, "You already have your babies. What would you want with, you know, a real one?"

"Papa," some of the babies agreed, though the heat seemed to be affecting them too. Or at least they were pretending it did, as they laid languidly around on the bed. Lisanna was pretty sure they were just mimicking Bickslow, as she was nearly certain souls didn't get affected by temperature.

"Well," he said slowly, just staring down at her. She focused on his face tattoo, as she always had kinda liked it. Although she also kinda hated it. It made him who he was though. "Sure, these guys are my babies. But…a real kid would be fun too."

"It'd be fun, fine, but I just don't think…you know, that I'd be a good parent."

"You? Kid, you're, like, the best person ever in all of existence. Being a parent would be nothing for you."

"I dunno though," she said softly. "I'm not really…you know. Like… You know how Mira is? All motherly and stuff? I'm not that. I'm just…here. I like to hangout with you and Natsu and Lucy and blow money. I wouldn't know what to do with a kid."

"Right now, sure," he said. "I wouldn't either. But eventually it'd be a cool thing to do. Have a kid."

"But what if I didn't know how to, like, comfort it when it was crying? Or what if I accidentally, like, dropped it? Or something? Then what?"

"Hmmm."

"Yeah. Hmmm."

"I never thought about dropping it. Do people do that? That sounds horrible. Then it would, like, have a huge dent in its head or something and probably hate me for the rest of its life."

She blinked. Then, slowly, she said, "Or you might just kill it."

"That sounds even worse!" He fell back into the bed, though he shot up just as quickly. "Yuck! Now we gotta get out of bed."

"You were laying in sweat this whole time, but now it disgusts you?"

"Very." He tumbled out of bed. "Come on, Lissy. Time for a shower."

"I don't wanna get up," she complained. "How about you shower and then-"

"Nope. Together or never."

"Those are the only options?"

"Mmmhmm. And you see all that sweat that was left on the bed? Imagine how much it'll make me stink in, oh, the next hour or so."

Groaning, she pushed out of bed as well. "I'm coming, I'm coming."

Their shower didn't last long and, after it was over, they ended up on the couch, as there was no way either was going near that sweat shadow, just as scantily dressed as before. Lisanna had on a pair of her tiniest booty shorts and an undershirt, while Bickslow'd only pulled on his jeans.

"Looks like our lazy morning is now a lazy day," she told him to which he only grunted, his eyes mostly shut as she snuggled against his chest. "But I'm so bored."

"What do I look like? Your entertainment?"

"Uh, you usually are, yeah."

"Hmmm. That's quite the compliment."

"Compliment, Papa," the babies agreed from where they were all resting on the arm rests and back of the couch. "Compliment."

"We could keep talking," he said after a moment. "'bout how you think you'd make a shitty parent."

"You don't think you would?"

"I think I'd be plenty fun."

"We're both mages, Bickslow," she told him. "And you take a lot of super dangerous jobs. We'd be horrible parents. What if something happened to us?"

"Both our parents died on us and we're fine."

"Fine? We're fine?"

"Yeah. Fine."

"Bickslow, you dress up like a knight and keep lost souls you find in the bodies of dolls that you call your babies. And I was nearly killed by my brother only to be transported to another world. We're not fine!"

"I think we're fine. And I think if you popped out a kid tomorrow, we'd be just as fine. I'd get it a little crib, buy some diapers, and bam! Parents of the year."

She lifted her head from his chest to stare up at him. "You're not serious are you?"

"Of course not." He had his eyes closed. "But still. If we ever did have a kid, we'd be fine. You know that. I mean, I'd play with it, you'd do all the actual raising and diaper changes. Just how it's intended."

"Oh, Bickslow."

He took to stroking her head. "You really don't want to have a kid? Ever?"

"I dunno. Maybe."

Leaning down some, he pressed a kiss to her head. "What if you were with another guy? Like…someone else? Then would you want a kid?"

"It's not you, Bickslow. It's-"

"What if it was a normal guy? Like someone that wasn't a mage?"

She buried her head back in his chest. "It's not that. And if I did have a kid, I'd want it to be with, you know, someone like you. Someone that was super strong and good at magic. So you could…teach him. Or her. Or whatever."

"You think I'm super strong?"

"Yeah. And I'd think that it was cute if we had a son and he, like, learned from you. You know?"

He peeked an eye open to stare down at her. "I think you're strong too."

"Oh, shut up."

"I do," he insisted. "And when you turn into that cat? And wear that outfit? Shit, Lissy."

"Turning you on is not a show of my strength."

"No, but it's a show that you're super sexy."

She gave him a look. "Can we get back to the point?"

"Oh. Right." He closed his eyes again. "My kid would definitely learn to be a seith. I'd teach him everything! Or her. I ain't too picky."

"So you do want a kid?"

He shrugged as best he could with her on his chest. "I'm not, like, saying I do, but if I had one, it wouldn't be the end of the world. I'd be a little happy, you know? If you did end up pregnant. Kinda stressed."

"What about you then?"

"Hmmm?"

"If it wasn't me, if it was another woman, would you want one?"

"Depends," he said slowly. "Is she hotter than you?"

"Bickslow-"

"I'm kidding, kid." He snuggled her then. "You know that. I'm the same as you. Of all the women that I've ever been with, if I had to have a kid with one of them, I'd want it to be you."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Unless we, like, break up or something. Then my next girlfriend takes that place."

Groaning, she said, "You're annoying."

"And you gotta learn to take a joke." He took to stroking her back. "And this heat has gotta learn to go somewhere else. It's too hot!"

"Too hot," his babies agreed. Lisanna only rested there against him though.

"One of us is going to have to make some food eventually."

"Not it," he said.

"Not it," the babies mimicked.

"Well, I ain't making crap," she told him.

"And that's why you can't ever be a good mother. Sheesh. Me and the babies ask you for, what? A thousand things a day? And you only get five hundred accomplished? You're really something, kid."

Groaning, Lisanna said, "Can we go back to not talking? Please?"

"Gladly."

So of course it was her that got up about twenty minutes later to make lunch. Of course. But it was also her that couldn't stop smiling. Because Bickslow wanted a baby with her. No time soon or anything, but eventually. And that was definitely something.

"Sandwiches are superb, Lissy."

"Superb," the babies agreed. "Lissy."

"But," Bickslow went on. "One of us is gonna have to go wash the bed sheets. All the sweat and everything gonna make them stink. And you don't want that, do you?"

"Do you?" the babies asked. "Do you?"

"You are really bugging me today," she told him with a shake of her head. Bickslow only wrapped an arm around her though as they sat side by side on the couch. And even though that only made it hotter, that was okay. Better to be hot and sweaty with someone than alone and actually bored any day.

"It's just 'cause I love you so much, kid."

And it was still so fresh for her, someone saying that they loved her other than her siblings, that Lisanna blushed while he only kissed her head.

"Love you, kid," his dolls insisted, never liking being left out. "Love you!"

She only smiled though, letting Bickslow grin down at her as she said, "I love you guys too."

And she did. Really.

#Bixanna #Bickslow #Lisanna #Lisanna Strauss #Fairy Tail #Fanfiction

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Marriage Material

Mira wasn't his favorite. Of the women he'd slept with. Or even of girlfriends. At all.

There was this one woman, back when he was still nineteen and she was, at least, thirty something that he'd been with and, well, she never got in touch with him again (he'd been out traveling, anyways, as a mage),but he'd always thought back to that as honestly the best sex he'd ever had.

And as far as girlfriends went, there were two that he had that he honestly, truly was in love with. Completely.

One, he was fifteen and she lived in another town and was his first love and blah, blah, blah. Fast forward two years, she hated him, he pretended like it didn't matter, life went on.

Still though, somewhere deep underneath all the hurt and forced passivity, he still kinda thought that maybe, now that they were both older, they could still make it work. Which he knew, of course, was stupid and it definitely wouldn't work and it was just a bad idea, so he only thought about it when he was really, really lonely.

Then there was her. She was another S-Class mage in another guild that was, honestly, just a good fuck at times that slowly became more. Until, well, he kinda got kicked out of the guild and went out to find himself and she didn't enjoy what he found.

He still saw her sometimes. Even told Mirajane about her, just to avoid her ever accusing him of anything (though he wondered at times if he just added more drama than it was worth, because even though Mira and her hardly ever did run into one another, when they did, it was awkward and, damn, why couldn't he just fuck around on Mira on the side and prove that he's still an asshole and, oh, he was totally still in love with Mirajane; heh).

Sigh.

Still though, Mirajane was...different, to say the least, than most of the people he dated. She was so good at being...innocent. And then dark and demented and only his and, wow, he was possessive over her. Completely and utterly.

He wondered at times if it was fair for him to keep her. If she wasn't even his favorite. Wasn't his first and only love. Wasn't his anything, really, other than his current girlfriend. And yeah, he did love her and wanted to keep her around for as long as possible, but even in the back of his mind, he knew that one day, probably, it would end.

It made him feel guilty.

Until he learned that his innocuous little she-devil wasn't nearly as exculpated as he was led to believe.

The woman didn't, like, cheat on him or anything. No, it was much worse.

"You don't...think of me as...marriage material?"

"Well, of course not, Laxus." Mira was just sitting there too, on her side of his bed (yes, she had her own side; what could you do), painting her toenails. He kinda was curious as to why she needed to do such a thing when she could just transform her toenails into being painted (right?), but said nothing, because he never said anything.

Oh, and the woman just insulted him.

"What do you mean of course not?" he grumbled, lying there, smoking away at a cigar. "I'm stable-"

"Not mentally."

"-I have a steady job-"

"Until your grandfather gets mad at you again and kicks you out."

"-and I love you."

"Awe."

"How is that not enough?" he asked, staring over at her. "What are you looking for in a husband anyways?"

"One that actually wants to be married, for one thing."

"Okay, I told you I never wanted to get married, like, a year and a half ago."

"What's changed?"

"Uh, gee, you're not just my occasional date anymore. You're my girlfriend. That's what's changed."

Mira only let out a slow breath, still messing with her toes. "I also want k-"

"I knew you'd bring that up." He huffed. "I could have a fucking kid."

"Laxus, if that's the way you phrase it, no you can't."

Growl. "I could have tons of kids!"

"You could father some children," she agreed. "But you couldn't be a dad to them."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Laxus-"

"I'd have great kids." He puffed some smoke her way. "I'd take them to the park and feed them and clothe them and even let them have pets!" Then he snorted. "Come in my apartment and tell me I ain't father material."

"It's not an insult." She glanced his way that time. "Some people aren't meant to-"

"Why do you need kids anyways? What good are they?"

"And," she sang, "that's why you'll never be father material."

Heh.

"You should at least give me a chance," he complained. "You know, you never thought that I was boyfriend material either."

"Oh, you're not. I'm just passing time."

"Mirajane-"

"You've been a fun way though, dragon."

He huffed and then, quite literally, puffed. His cigar wasn't helping that night.

At all.

"Well, maybe we should break up."

"Oh, Laxus-"

"I mean, if you don't love me-"

"I do."

"Not enough to marry me!"

"You sound like a woman."

"You sound like a woman!"

"Good." Mira shook her head. "I am."

Oh yeah.

Shifting back against his headboard, Laxus only said, "Well, I'm glad I could help you pass the time until Mr. Right shows up."

"You're someone's Mr. Right, Laxus. And you'll always be one of my favorite guys." Then she giggled. "I love you. A lot. I just...I mean, do you see a future for us?"

"I dunno."

"You either do or you don't."

"I… I mean, I don't see us having kids or anything," he told her. "And I don't know if we'll ever last forever. But I want you. For as long as I can have you."

"And maybe that's only for a little while longer," Mira told him. "Or maybe it's for another year or another two or maybe ten. I just don't… The way we are now, no. I'm not going to marry you."

Laxus didn't take a puff of his cigar that time. Only took in a clean breath before saying, "I don't remember asking."

"Well, I'm telling. If you ever do, just...don't. Please." She resumed painting her nails. "And let's not have this conversation again."

So they didn't. And, yeah, those first few weeks after that were hard because he'd gotten his feelings hurt and she felt bad (sorta), but eventually they moved passed it.

Time went on. It wasn't like Laxus was, honestly, planning to ask her to marry him. Ever. He was just...annoyed that if he had, she'd say no. Which was silly. And stupid and why did he care? Mira wasn't even his favorite girlfriend; why would he make her his wife?

Mmmm. But she felt good in his arms and the way she called him dragon was divine and no one cooked him breakfast the way she cooked him breakfast. Then there was the fact that she was, honestly, one of the best mages in the entire kingdom. That was super hot.

Before they knew it, another two years had been tacked on to their relationship and, yeah, there were bad times, there were horrible times, but they always worked through them. And Mr. Right was nowhere to be found.

Even if he was, Laxus had a wicked haymaker that he would have no problem with throwing in Mr. Right's direction.

You know, unless his Mrs. Right was with him and they could just, like, swap. Or be swingers. He'd thought a lot about that last one, actually.

A lot.

He also thought a lot about what the hell they were doing together. Mirajane had kinda sorta moved in to his place and he'd kinda sorta moved into hers (his apartment felt empty without her and her home, without him, was truly quite vacant as her siblings had long moved out) which basically meant they were always together, in one of the places, even when they fought, but could technically still claim to have their own homes because they were weird like that and wouldn't admit that it was probably actually time to commit or quit.

One morning, as Laxus sat at the kitchen table at her house, the dog that was totally hers slobbering over the smell of the breakfast she was cooking while that cat that was totally hers too (but really his) rested in his lap, the conversation sorta just...sprung up.

"The paper says that it'll be sunny tomorrow." He changed flipped the page. "And there was a murder last night. Fourth one this year. I think we have a serial killer."

"You say that every time someone dies in town." Mira sighed from over at the stove. "I think you just want there to be a serial killer."

He considered this before saying, "Meh."

Mira was humming then and his kitty was purring as he scratched behind her ears. Then the dog was whining from his mother's feet, complaining that she hadn't 'accidentally' slipped him a strip of bacon yet.

Sometime after all that, Mirajane began, "Hey, Lax?"

"Hmmmm?"

"Do you love me?"

"Mmmhmm." Page flip. "You know that band you like so much is in town in a few weeks and I was thinking about trying to get us some-"

"How much do you love me?"

He blinked. Then he scratched his orange cat's ears once more, but didn't get a purr that time. "More than I love anything. Other than Ralph here. He's my buddy."

That got a purr out of the cat. Not one from Mirajane though.

"I just… I don't know. Never mind." She sighed too then. "I guess it's just bothering me. You know, the wedding."

"I know." Laxus made a gagging noise. "This raises the chances of the Salamander reproducing, him getting married. Gross."

"That's not what I meant."

"Oh, I know what you meant. Lucy's one of your best friends and you're doing that weird thing women do where they're secretly jealous of the other woman, but try to play it off as excitement." Page flip. "Is there orange juice?"

"Laxus-"

"I'm asking for Ralph."

"Not that." And she was using her annoyed tone. Oh dear. "And you know it."

Sigh. "Mira, what do you want me to say?"

"I don't want you to say anything. I'm just saying that I thought I'd be married by now."

That time, he didn't flip a page. Just folded the paper and set it down. One hand resting on his cat's head, still scratching away, he said, "I thought you would too, Mira. I thought I'd have to step to the side and watch you walk down the aisle and pretend like it didn't hurt. But I haven't. So...I'm not going to feel bad for you. Not when I'm so pumped for me."

"Laxus-"

"Stop saying my name like that. I never stopped you from getting married."

"Well, it's kinda hard to find someone to marry when I'm super committed to not cheating on you."

"Good point." He stopped petting his cat. "Let's play a game. You can go sleep with as many guys as you like and I'll just sit here and wait patiently. Go find Mr. Right, Mira. I'll hold down the ship. I mean, shit, I only did everything you asked for the past two years. I'm definitely not him. Right?"

"Laxus-"

"I said to fucking stop saying my name like that."

"Do not curse at me."

He huffed. Then looked down at Ralph who was staring up at him. To Mirajane, he said, "Am I still not marriage material, Mirajane? Huh?"

"It's not about that."

"Father material then?"

"Lax-" She stopped herself that time. Then sighed. "I don't know, Laxus. I just want...I want a baby."

"This took a turn." Gently, he moved to pick poor Ralph up and set him on the ground. The cat only scurried off to go find somewhere else to curl up and be all passive aggressive and shit. "Welp, okay. Come get in my lap. Let's get started on the baby thing."

"Now you've pissed me off."

And if Mira was using that word, she meant it.

"I don't know what you want, Mira," he told her loudly, not even looking at her. Just staring straight ahead. "You said not to talk about getting married. You remember that? The one time we seriously discussed it? So I didn't. You said I wasn't going to make the cut, so I decided to just pretend like the line wasn't there. You've never once tried to break up with me, to go find this Mr. Right, and I've never once begged you not to track him down. What did you think? He was going to walk into this damn kitchen and just tell you that you were both soul mates? That's not life, Mira. And...I don't know if you just don't want me to be your husband or the father of your children or what the hell is wrong with you, but I do know that it's been good, the way it's been going. And I want it to stay that way. Babies or no babies. So make your choice; mine's always been the same."

She didn't make her decision that day. Just shoved a plate of bacon on him and left for work. As if it was his fault that he couldn't add up to every little thing she wanted.

Laxus was in such a funk over it that he skipped his workout that day and just laid around in bed with Ralph all day and contemplated just going out and adopting a kid for Mira. Maybe it was his genes that she didn't want. From the high arching eyebrows to the overall demeanor of the Dreyar clan, he understood completely.

Maybe they'd have a cute little normal baby that had no magic power and they'd have to raise like a regular ol' kid and it'd be fun. Or they'd get one that knew magic and they could teach him (or her) everything there was about it and that would be fun.

Or they could adopt a, like, teenager that he wouldn't have to potty train or whatever and that would be even better.

If they decided on adoption, he'd try and lead Mira down that road. Definitely.

But when she got home that night, they didn't talk about it. And they didn't talk about it the next day. And oh, there went a year. Wow. Time flies and all that garb.

Mirajane's dog died in the spring. She cried a lot and he dug a hole out in the backyard for him, to be buried in.

Ralph seemed to get passed it okay, but Mira was really broken up about it. She'd had the dog for awhile and, well, Laxus gave her some time for bereavement before just going out and buying her a whole new puppy and shit, that was a bad idea.

She, apparently, didn't like the idea. At all.

Heh. Leave it to him to be spontaneous and have it blow up in his face.

But he couldn't get rid of the poor mutt and, slowly, of course, Mira started to like it.

It really helped that it loved to lick her nose. She really loved that for some reason.

One night when they were lying around in bed at his apartment, Ralph curled up on his chest and the puppy napping between them, Mirajane started to moan.

"My neck hurts."

"Awe." He gave her his best sympathetic look. "That sucks."

"Dragon."

"I have cat, Mira. On my chest." He gestured to Ralph. "What do you want me to do?"

"You're so annoying." She snuggled her puppy to her then. "You big jerk."

"You hear that, Ralph?" He grinned sleepily down at his pet. "Mirajane thinks I should just shove you to the side for her."

"I do not." Then she added, "I'd just appreciate it, is all."

Heh.

"Not tonight, Mira," he sighed. "I can go get you an aspirin, but I don't feel like-"

"I was thinking a lot to day. Up at the hall."

"Oh, yeah?" He tried hard not to shut his eyes. "'bout your stiff neck?"

"Actually, I'm trying to stop thinking about that, thanks."

"Mmmm."

"I was… You know Lisanna's pregnant."

"Yeah, I know. You told me, remember?" He sighed. "But don't worry; I'm sure Bickslow'll do the right thing. You know, and not marry her or raise the kid, because it has enough problems, being related to Elfman."

Mira ignored that bit and said, "I want a baby, Laxus."

"I knew we'd get here again." He turned his head to the side to stare at her. "What do you want from me, woman? I don't know what to do. Just tell me-"

"If you'd just shut up, I'd like to tell you."

Oh. He immediately shut his mouth right up.

"I was… When we first got together, and we were still new, and you were still trying hard not to get too close, I decided that I was fine with that," she whispered, staring across the bed into his eyes. "And I never got out of that mindset. I really did think, like, for a long time that you were going to get done with me or that we'd have a huge fight and be done with each other, but it just kept getting better and then you got comfortable and I… I don't know. I just never saw myself with someone like you."

"Someone that loves you and takes care of you and-"

"Would you just shut up?"

Sigh.

Continuing, Mirajane said, "I guess it has less to do with you, really, and more to do with me. Because, you know, it's easy to say that I'm looking for someone get married to and have kids with and have a life and actually admit that I'm not young anymore, but it's not easy. At all. I just… I want a baby. A lot. But at the same time… And the more time went on, the easier it was to just pretend like it was you. Say you weren't cut out for it. You're so good at taking the fall for me. Being the one that's not adequate or whatever. And really, I guess...I'm scared."

That got him to sit up, Ralph hissing as he slid off the man's chest. Staring over at his girlfriend, he asked, "Scared of what?"

"I don't know. I guess that I'm really the one that's...you know, inadequate."

"At?" he prompted. "Because if you're about to say marriage, I call bull. You're great at being a girlfriend! What else is there to being a wife that isn't in being a girlfriend?"

"Laxus-"

"I hate when you say my name like that," he groaned, falling back onto the bed. "And you know it."

"I'm not...I don't know. It's weird, but when I think about actually marrying someone, I get all happy, of course, thinking about the wedding, but then…I wouldn't have an excuse for not at least trying to get pregnant. And the idea of having a kid's nice, but then I think about my parents and what happened to me and my sister and my brother and everyone else I know, practically, and how that can all change. Is it really okay to bring another person in the world when you know that you might die? I mean, look at us; we're mages. Who take serious jobs. Or at least you do. Constantly. And I'll take one occasionally. What if we died? Where would our baby go? To my siblings? Who take the same dangerous jobs I do? Or to your bodyguards? That suffer from the same thing? Or would our baby have to grow up with no one, like I did, and-"

"Is that what this has all been about?" He shifted onto his back again, trying to pretend like he didn't notice her tearing up. "Oh, demon, I have many answers to your conundrum."

"W-What?"

"We can get married, silly," he told her as he patted his chest, the usual signal for Ralph to hop back up there. It took him a moment of thought, but slowly, the feline did so. "And just not have a kid."

"What are you… Laxus, did you miss the part about-"

"I've been thinkin' too, Mira. About havin' kids. And you know that I think I'm, like, the purest genetic specimen in the entire universe."

"Why would I know that? When I'm not even sure what that means?"

"But," he continued, "I could see why that would be a burden on, you know, another person. It was hard for me to live with. And I would never want to shove that off on another. Especially not my own flesh and blood."

"What are you-"

"Let's adopt a kid." Then he added, "A teenager, preferably, that has most of life figured out. And I can just mold the rest of the way through. I could change diapers, you know, but I'd rather not. And kids between teen angst and diaper disasters are usually still maturing and they'll only change. You know I hate change. Better to find a kid between, oh, twelve and seventeen that wants to have only the best dad in the freaking world and can live with being his protege while also dealing with a mother that loves them and probably'll smother them, as well as a new puppy and the best dang cat in the world." He leaned down to nuzzle his head against Ralph's. "And if they don't like cats, well, they can hit the road."

Mira was still pretty teary, so he couldn't look at her. Slowly, she asked, "Are you asking me to marry you?"

"No. You said never to do that." Humming, he said, "I'm asking you to adopt a kid with me. Not bring one into the world. Take one that's already been put in it without their consent and that needs someone like you." Then, in case it needed restating, he added, "A teenager that's well adjusted and-"

"Laxus, this is serious."

"I'm serious."

And he was.

"I don't know what to-"

"You think about it, Mirajane." He was rubbing at Ralph's back then. "Think a lot about it, actually. It's kinda required, I think, before you go down a pick out a kid. Do you pick out a kid? Or do they assign one to you? Is there a form or something or-"

"You're not in a hurry or anything?" she asked. "To-"

"No." He even shook his head. "But I don't know about you, but I sorta believe in fate. And that the kid- Teen, I mean, that we do adopt, is the one that we're meant to. And I'd rather not keep them there for too long. You know? I hear that it kinda sucks, being without a parent."

"Yeah." She sniffled just a bit. "It kinda does."

Turning his head to the side once more to stare over at her, he only sighed before moving to, once more, force Ralph off his chest. That time that cat was having none of it and took off running from the bedroom to go find a place to rest that wanted him. Laxus only sat up though before gesturing to his girlfriend.

"Come on then." He rubbed his hands together. "Let's take a crack at that neck."

Things weren't, of course, that kinetic. They didn't get married right away. Not even that year. And it was only after they did that they had an open and honest discussion about adoption.

So yeah, Mira wasn't his favorite fuck or girlfriend or sometimes even his favorite person to be around. But she was his one and only wife. And the mother of the thirteen year old girl that they ended up taking in who was super serious about her magic and reinvigorated his drive for training (she kinda forced him into it; it was all she ever wanted to do with him, really, and he wanted to bond over something) as well as the four year old boy that Mira somehow conned him into adopting four years later that he was able to just sit around in his underwear with and eat junk food when his daughter wasn't forcing them to, like, training or whatever.

Bleh.

But yeah, those two things, being the wife and mother, far outranked any of the other things.

Far.

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