#If you’re gonna ask what’s up with the shading I couldn’t tell you myself

[localpizza-bot]

Time to finally admit it, I adore these two

Square ver bc tumblr killed the quality

Here have some music

#Tell me why this took 19 hours help me #Anyway so I decided to finish the wish concept art redraw #Everything hurts I need a nap #Background design is my passion please don’t bully me too hard #Mario #mario rpg #smrpg #geno #do I dare tag #genario #why not #If you’re gonna ask what’s up with the shading I couldn’t tell you myself

[tickly-tufts]

Date Night

in which mj bullies miguel with thigh tickles cuz i have brainrot and wanted to treat myself

—

Unsurprisingly, it was Peter’s fault.

“I am… so sorry.”

Muffled through a palm that barely hid a grin, the apology was entirely unconvincing.

“Yeah, I can tell you’re just wracked with guilt,” Miguel deadpanned, feeling dead inside. He would’ve rubbed his temple if he’d been able, but neither arm was stuck close enough to his head. His next move might’ve been to use his claws, if he’d had the range of motion for it. Unfortunately, there was little one could do when they were half-encased in webbing.

It was the end result of a series of mishaps, comical for Peter, miserable for Miguel. In short, there’d been a Spiderman experimenting with new web fluid, high-strength to the point that it’d jammed their web-shooter. Much to everyone’s surprise, they’d turned to Peter B. Parker for help. Flattered, he’d promised to take a look at the web-shooter… then promptly misplaced it in Miguel’s lair.

And then, because the only thing worse than Parker luck was O’Hara luck, Miguel had been the one to find it.

On the floor.

By stepping on it.

“Wow, you’re super stuck on there, huh?” Peter tugged at the webbing on Miguel’s chest. It wrapped across his entire torso, too thick to simply pull apart. In contrast, Miguel’s lower body had nearly been spared, bearing only a handful of web clumps. Unfortunately, that still proved enough to bind his legs, trapping him in an odd lean against the wall.

“I can whip up a solvent in the lab, but it’ll take time,” Peter warned, getting serious. Then he exhaled ruefully. “Of course this happened on date night… MJ’s gonna be bummed.”

Honestly, Miguel was disappointed, too. He’d been looking forward to his evening with the Parkers. However, before he could consider admitting it, Peter suddenly brightened and lifted his watch.

“I just had the best idea.”

—

MJ had visited Nueva York before, but the portals were still a novelty to her. Stepping from her sunny living room into Miguel’s shaded sanctum resulted in some stumbling as her eyes adjusted.

“¡Cuidado!” Miguel hissed out in alarm when she nearly ran into a shelf. Quickly course-correcting, MJ followed his voice, eventually locating the correct corner.

“Oh, Migs,” she sighed when she saw him, reaching out to cradle his face. Instinctively, Miguel leaned forward, though he couldn’t actually get any closer.

“How much did Peter tell you?” Miguel asked while her thumb brushed soothingly against his cheek.

“Enough to know our dinner plans won’t be happening, but I can still keep you company while Peter fixes this mess.” MJ then paused, realizing something. “Is Lyla not with you? I thought she lived here.”

Miguel shrugged, or at least tried to. “She’s assigned to monitoring the multiverse tonight.” He scowled a bit. “I got her to call Peter, but that’s as far as she needs to be involved in this.”

MJ’s lips quirked up in amusement. “Because she’ll make fun of you?”

“…She already did.”

Miguel pouted, and unable to resist, MJ kissed him, nice and slow. “You poor thing,” she murmured when they parted, pleased to see him looking slightly dazed. “Anything I can do to make you feel better?”

Miguel raised an eyebrow at her tone. “Not that I don’t appreciate the offer, but what can you do while I’m webbed up like this?”

MJ looked down, and Miguel followed her gaze, realizing then that she stood between his legs. There was some space separating their bodies, but it couldn't have been more than an inch. “Depends on how much you can feel through the suit,” she practically purred, giving his left thigh a squeeze. MJ had meant for it to be flirtatious... only to jump when Miguel jolted violently.

“Miguel?!” she cried out in concern, then registered that he'd also made a sound. Not one of pain, nor pleasure like she'd aimed for, but- “Wait a second, are you…? Here?”

Miguel froze as MJ reassessed him, eyes roaming curiously across his legs. Hyperaware of where her thoughts were leading, he barely suppressed the urge to shiver. He did shiver when she grabbed herself a seat, scooting in right between his knees. Placing a hand on top of each thigh, she smiled up at him... then started kneading.

“SHOCK!” Miguel screeched before he crumbled, cackling without any restraint. Both MJ and Peter had tickled him before, but no one had gone for the thighs since… well, Xina. It was even worse than he remembered, and he'd remembered it being pretty embarrassing. His ex had never let him live it down, and evidently, it was back to haunt him.

“How did we not know about this?” MJ marveled, alternating between legs. She massaged upwards from his knees, which might’ve been relaxing for anyone else. Miguel writhed within the cluster of webbing, eyes squeezed shut as tightly as possible. They shot back open when MJ moved inwards, pinching along his inner thighs.

“¡Mierda!” escaped him more like a whine than a curse, as he flung his head back, giggling uncontrollably. MJ only did this for a minute before withdrawing in astonishment.

“So that’s all it takes to get the fangs out, huh?” She could not have been more delighted. “Aww, no, don’t be shy!” she protested when Miguel rushed to hide them. Thinking fast, she switched to scratching, honing in on the thickest part of his thighs. Miguel promptly lost his mind, fangs flashing openly as he wailed with mirth.

Scratching eventually eased into grazing, granting Miguel a break, though not enough to stop smiling. He allowed his fangs to peek out from his mouth, if only to garner more mercy from MJ.

“Such a cute smile,” MJ cooed, smirking when Miguel turned his head away, flustered. She and Peter had realized quite early on that direct praise worked wonders on him. Speaking of which- “Peter’s really missing out… We’ll definitely have to fill him in later.”

Miguel tried not to think too hard about all the things Peter might do with that knowledge.

As soon as Miguel was reasonably recovered, MJ resumed her exploration with the backs of his thighs. Miguel’s legs trembled as MJ’s fingers climbed them, but that wasn’t the part that got him giggling again.

“Oh my god.” MJ couldn’t stop grinning when she finally noticed where her hand had wandered. “Seriously? Your ass is ticklish? Peter is gonna love this so much.” She was very tempted to linger there herself, but Miguel's position just wasn't ideal for it. Sitting back, she examined him again, contemplating her other options.

“Will I regret asking what you’re thinking?” Miguel questioned cautiously.

MJ looked pensive, then mischievous.

“There's just one more thing I have to try.”

—

The solvent was done sooner than he’d expected. Future tech really never ceased to amaze. Peter swung his way back to Miguel’s lair in record time, fully prepared to announce himself, until-

“¡POR DIOS, ERES UNA SÁDICA!”

The exclamation made him rear back. It had obviously come from Miguel, but what the hell was making him sound like that?

Peter’s spider-sense wasn’t going off at all, but just to be safe, he crept forward in stealth mode. He nearly abandoned it to charge in when he heard what sounded like a sob. Experience kept him grounded, though. If something bad was happening, he needed the upper hand. Then he finally rounded the corner, and apprehension made way for awe.

He’d seen MJ tickle Miguel before, poking playfully at his sides, or even nibbling at his neck. Peter and MJ had both picked up on the fact he never genuinely tried to stop her. It was one of Peter’s favorite discoveries about Miguel, even if Miguel rarely made it that easy for him. With all that in mind, though, Peter still wasn’t ready to find MJ tickling Miguel to tears.

“Nonono- ¡No puedo más!” Miguel was babbling between hysterics. Meanwhile, Peter’s very lovely wife was digging into the crease of his thighs. The webs holding Miguel showed off their strength, hardly letting him thrash, much less escape. Miguel’s desperation only intensified as MJ’s fingers migrated inward.

Mary Jane could be a menace. Peter had known that for years. He was pretty sure that after this, Miguel would never forget it either. With MJ scribbling right between his thighs, he broke down within seconds.

“¡No más! Please! Stohohop, plehease!” Miguel begged breathlessly, hitting his limit.

And because MJ was mean but never cruel, she pulled back without any hesitation.

Peter waited another minute for Miguel to calm down, while MJ gently brushed tears from his eyes. He couldn’t make out whatever she was whispering, but he could guess from the way Miguel nuzzled her palm. “Hope I’m not ruining a tender moment,” Peter piped up then, revealing himself. All attention snapped to him, and in greeting, he pulled out the solvent.

“…How long were you watching?” Miguel asked once he'd been fully freed from the wall.

“Pretty sure I heard you call my wife a sadist,” Peter answered cheerfully.

Miguel flushed. MJ laughed. Peter was incredibly in love with them both.

He did wish he'd gotten a turn, though... Maybe they could pencil it in next date night.

#tickling #spideysjane #pbm&ms #spiderparents #miguel o'hara #mary jane watson #peter b parker #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #atsv #a tickly fic

[k9iriz]

𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘸𝘰, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

“you know, i always find myself back to you.”

[ 𝘞𝘈𝘙𝘕𝘐𝘕𝘎 ; 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘴 & 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴. ]

“you’re so sweet.” i gushed at the female across the table, she was tall, muscular and pretty sexy if you ask me.

“thank you, so…when am i gonna finally be able to take you out?” she asked subtly, grabbing my hand, caressing it.

“you already are. this was very nice of you even though you didn’t have to take off work.” she smiled brightly.

suddenly i felt the energy shift, like i had a gut feeling something was gonna go bad.

“hello? y/n?” the girl grabbed my attention, fluttering my eyes shut.

“oh im sorry…i-i was just thinking about something.” i half lied.

“well, where do you wanna go? i could do way better than this restaurant. like…out the country. on a trip somewhere.” the woman gushed, staring my in the eyes.

she was so sweet to even suggest that…

but my heart was in the right place. i am in love with her, but…i can’t let go of rhea at all.

i laughed lightly as i glances three tables over, and there she was, in a suit, so nicely done & rings covered her hand along with her tattoos, but with a female…

oh…she moved on?

the thought of her with another female within a span of the month killed me inside.

soonly she caught me staring, slyly smirking at me before biting on her tongue teasingly, soonly catching onto what she was doing…

did she fucking follow me here?-

“excuse me, im going to clean myself up.” my boss excused herself, before rhea followed shortly behind her, causing the slut she brung to rub up on her before she got up.

her trying to stalk me by bringing somebody to make me jealous was below the belt…but if she wanted to play? oh we can.

in the bathroom, rhea slowly lit a cigarette, before leaning against the sink wall, as my boss exited the stall, smiling.

“hello there.” she greeted a annoyed rhea. rhea chuckled to herself.

“sup. im rhea ripley.” rhea rolled her eyes at herself trying to fake small talk with the woman who wanted to steal the love of her life.

“nice name, you got a date here?” my boss began washing her hands.

“yu-p.”

“me too-” she was soonly stopped. “i already know who she is.” rhea shook her head.

“she was the love of my life. she made me happy. y/n? the one you have on a date with you? the one with the red see-through dress, exposing her curves? yeah her.” rhea slickly explained.

“oh…sorry, i guess?” my boss rolled her eyes, she already knew about what rhea did to me, so she didn’t wanna play nice.

both of them weren’t.

“well, i guess she found where she was truly appreciated huh?” my boss laughed, throwing tremendous shade at her, catching rhea off guard.

“you might be with her, but, i owned her. marked it, stamped her & fucked her in all the right places that couldn’t even get her to reach.” rhea smirked slyly.

“tsk…sorry to tell you. you’re a replacement. hell, she could’ve did better instead of with you. you’re really a joke.”

“i mean, i made time for her, even took off for her. i don’t get pissed or jealous when she’s in someone else’s face, unlike you. im not insecure. because i know she mines. so let that delusion go. she’s done with you. ripley.” my boss laughed straight in her face, before trying to get closer.

rhea did nothing but pause. she knew she was right and she couldn’t argue with that.

“watch your fuckin’ hands and get out of my face.” rhea growled in a low manner, making my boss chuckle, storming away.

rhea knew the game you were trying to play, but she could play it even better.

rhea walked back out the bathroom before fixing her black long sleeve button up, rolling up her sleeves before sitting down at her reserved table.”

“so, how long is this date gonna take?” the fake “girlfriend ” retorted, twirling her hair.

rhea shot her a side glare, with the meanest mug on her face.

“just sit there.” she responded before directing her eyes back to the table that my boss and i were sitting in.

y/n felt some eyes burn holes inside of her, soonly taking notice, my boss grabbed my hand, kissing it, making rhea scowl under pressure.

“what a fucking whore.” rhea muttered, batting her eyes towards the blonde across from her.

“you wanna make her jealous? kiss me.”

rhea took her advice, before motioning her finger to the blonde to “come here.”

the blonde took notice and also smirked, kissing rhea in the crossfire.

y/n took notice of it, getting distracted at her boss talking pure nonsense.

“she’s not fucking serious…” y/n thought, feeling herself get jealous.

she couldn’t help it. but whatever rhea was up to, she was playing it nicely, and was exciting it nicely.

she wanted y/n to get field up and jealous.

“excuse me for a second.” y/n asked nicely as she nodded, excusing herself before walking to the bathroom, slamming it shut.

she had to get herself together because she was completely losing it. why was she doing this? and why was it getting her upset if she was done with rhea?

why?

y/n did nothing but pat herself up, fixing her dress before gathering her thoughts, trying to stop herself from crying.

because if she did…all hell would break lose.

y/n grabbed her purse before walking back out, patting her bosses’ shoulder.

“can we go now? im gonna call it a night.” y/n smiled lightly.

“why? is everything fine?” the boss asked worriedly, making herself stand up.

“yes, i-i just wanna go home. yeah?” y/n whined, not wanting to answer questions at the moment.

“oh, that’s fine. we can, cmon.” my boss accepted it nonetheless, walking us out to her car.

rhea watched from afar as she smiled, but soonly dropping as she watched her leave.

“im ready to go rhea.” her hare announced as rhea smirked to herself, knowing she’d be meeting up with y/n soon.

everything was working out in her favor.

“yeah…let’s go.” rhea lastly spoke before they departed.

fate once again worked out in her favor. but how was it so wrong when it felt so right when it came to y/n?

[ excuse the mistakes, non proof read. ]

#demi bennett #rhea ripley #rhea ripley imagine #demi bennett imagine #rhea ripley smut #demi bennett x reader #rhea ripley angst #rhea ripley fluff #rhea ripley x reader #liv x rhea

[fangirlingfromdownunder]

Comfort in the Truth

Summary - Part 20 in the Comfort series

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic), Reader x Bobby (father-figure)

Warnings - None

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

A/N - G’day guys, the big 2 0, can’t believe this series has lasted this long and it’s all thanks to you guys continuing to engage; it pushes me to keep writing. So thanks again for all the continued support! I know we’ve had a few hard-hitting chapters in a row, but I promise this one will be better and hold some long-awaited resolutions for our favourite couple. Until next week, enjoy! 

It’s dark outside when you wake up, but you’re in Dean’s arms as promised. He notices you stirring and kisses your head. “Hello, beautiful. Sam’s gone to pick us up some dinner.”

You feel him fidgeting as his fingers trace patterns on your arms. You place one hand on top of his, stopping his movements as you tilt your head to glance back at his face. "What's going through your head right now?" you ask softly.

“I have to tell you something. I should’ve told you earlier but-”

“Just tell me now,” you say as you pull away slightly so you can make eye contact.

“A lot happened on that hunt with Bobby. A few things that could potentially alter how you feel about me.”

“We can work through-”

“I kissed someone. Sort of a celebrity crush sort of thing. Not that that excuses it. I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

You turn around so you’re face to face, but no longer touching. “You kissed someone? You- who was it?”

“I swear I stopped it as soon as it started, we just kissed. It didn’t mean anything. I just got carried away. I-”

“Dean. Who was she?”

“Uh, you remember that thing we tried with the tacos…that night when-”

“I remember. Wait! You kissed a porn star?”

“I spent a lot of time alone before we met…There wasn’t anyone that was a constant for me. But porn’s consistent. Before you, those videos-”

“Was it as good as you imagined?”

“Not as good as you. I am really sorry, baby. I lost control and-”

“And she’s a porn star. You swear you just kissed?”

“Yeah. She kissed me and I just couldn’t help myself. But I swear that’s all that happened. And I stopped it straight away.”

“Okay.”

“Okay? What do you mean? Okay?”

“You kissed a porn star. What do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know. Yell at me, tell me we’re over? I don’t know.”

“What’s the point? You know what you did. You said you regret it and I can tell you feel guilty about it. You said it meant nothing. We’re stronger than one kiss, Dean. I have faith in us.”

“I promise I’ll make it up to you. It’ll never happen again.”

“I trust you, Dean. I know who you come home to at the end of the day. I know who got the ring. That’s not to say I’m okay with this or with it becoming a common occurrence. I just refuse to throw what we have away over one kiss.”

“I swear it'll never happen again. I want monogamy. I want you and just you for the rest of my life. Let’s just say my middle name is Vanilla.”

“Not too vanilla, I hope.” You teasingly reach across the small distance between you and run your hands up his thighs. You hear his breath hitch ever so lightly as he bites his bottom lip. He quickly takes your hands in his own and brings them to his lips. He kisses each of your knuckles while locking eye contact with you. His green eyes flash a shade darker before he composes himself.

He takes a deep breath, not letting go of your hands, and says, “Well…there’s actually something else that happened…”

“More?”

“The pornstar…she’s the leader of a chastity group now.”

“A chastity group? You kissed the leader of a chastity group?”

“Yeah, and you know how you asked if there was more to our relationship than sex? I guess we’re gonna find out. You don’t mind waiting until marriage, do you?”

“You, Dean Winchester, want to wait until marriage?”

“I got reborn…I’m a virgin and I signed a pledge. And Bobby said the people that broke their pledge were getting ganked so…”

“I guess we’re waiting until marriage then.”

“He did kill the culprit though, so we should be good.”

“How about we just see how things go? I think we got a lot to work through before we walk down the aisle. How long do you think you can last?”

“I’m barely restraining myself now.”

“Guess we’re gonna push your limits then Mr. Vanilla. I actually think this could be a good thing.”

“As hard as it’s gonna be, I kinda agree.”

“You do? You actually agree that chastity is a good thing?”

“I’m as shocked as you are. But we’ve been through a lot. It ain’t gonna be easy but-”

“This gives us time to work through things, find a way to get out of this life without losing anyone else along the way, and then, and only then, get married and think about starting a family again.”

“You really believe we can do it?”

“I don’t wanna get your hopes up and let you down again, but I do have faith in us, Dean.”

“I’m so sorry, Sweetheart. That wasn’t your fault. We got each other’s hopes up, together and it wasn’t your fault. And you’ve never let me down. Not once.” He kisses your hands again before pulling you into his lap.  “I’m just glad you’re safe. I don’t even know why I said those things. I was blinded by the porn star in front of me and the pain I’d been feeling since things have been so strained between us. But I never should’ve said those things, and I never should’ve kissed her.”

“We’re gonna get through it. I just need you to not lose hope. You’re my rock, babe, you’re the one that helps me see the light and happiness amongst all the darkness and death that is our lives. If you lose hope or faith in us…”

“I never used to see a light at the end of the tunnel. I always thought I’d go out blazing with a gun in my hand. But since I met you and fell in love with you. Since you kissed me in that bar. I’ve started to hope for more. Believe that there’s a possibility for more. With you by my side, that’s when I’m happiest and most hopeful. We’re each other’s rocks. I promise to try to be here for you more. I love you so much, Sweetheart.”

Dean leans down and pepper kisses all over your face before meeting your lips in a sweet yet passionate kiss. You’re quick to kiss back, wrapping your arms around his neck and playing with his hair softly. His tongue slides against your lip to deepen the kiss further but just as you’re about to give in, the door opens and loud voices interrupt you.

“Hey, chastity pledge, keep it in your pants,” Sam calls out.

Dean huffs and pulls away and glares at the visitors. “You told him?” he grumbles towards Bobby.

“You think I could keep that to myself? It’s too good of a story.” Bobby walks over and gives you a hug, “Glad to see you’re safe and sound, kiddo.”

Sam unpacks four noodle boxes and a six-pack of beers on the table. He brings your and Dean’s shares over to you along with two beers. He and Bobby sit at the table and dig in.

As you all eat you share stories of your respective hunts and experiences over the past 48 hours. It feels good to share some of this post-hunt normality after so long. You’ve been so distracted for so long and internalising. But here with your family around you, you feel more safe and comfortable than you have in a long time. Sam was right; you just needed to get out of the Bunker to find yourself again.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Once you all finish eating Sam and Bobby get ready to head out to their own room that Sam had booked earlier that day while you were napping. As they start to leave you call out, “Hey Sam, can we talk?” You quickly get up and go outside with him and Bobby, closing the door behind you. Sam hands Bobby the room key. “Night, Bobby,” you say.

“Night, kiddo. Glad you’re safe.”

“Me too.” Bobby walks away to his room, three doors down. Once he closes the door you take a seat on the hood of the Impala that’s parked right outside your and Dean’s room. You quietly say, “About yesterday. I really don’t want things to be awkward between us.”

“Me either. I know I can’t take back what I said but I’m not blind. I can see how you and Dean are. I understand. I shouldn’t have said anything, I don’t even know why I did.”

“It doesn’t matter why. It’s out there now and it’s okay. I just hope you can be okay with us being friends and in-laws eventually. I love you, Sam, but as a brother. I don’t want to lose what we have, but my feelings for your brother aren’t going to change. And even if they did, I would never do that to him.”

“I know. I hope there is never a time after Dean for you. Despite everything I said, what the two of you have is special. I’m really sorry I tried to ruin that. I wish both of you every happiness. I hope we can get out and stay out. I truly can’t wait to be an uncle.”

“You’ll be a great uncle, Sam. One day. We’ve got a lot of work to do before I’ll be ready to go down that path again.”

“I get it. But when the time’s right, you and Dean are gonna be amazing parents.”

“Thanks.”

“Anyway, you better get back inside before my overprotective big brother comes out here thinking I’m gonna get you in trouble again.”

Sam offers you his hand to help get down off the hood. You take it and pull him in for a hug as you stand up. “Thank you for everything, Sam.”

He gives you a tight squeeze. “Night, Y/N,” he says as he pulls back.

“Night.”

He waits until you’re back inside before walking back to his own room for the night.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

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[yelenasdiary]

70 with Scarlett Johansson ?

Saturday Adventure

Pairing: Scarlett Johansson x Reader

Summary: Just a fun Saturday in with your girlfriend, Scarlett. 

Fluff | 1.08K | No warnings |

Prompt: “Lift me up!”  From THIS list. 

AC: I just want you all to know that I won’t ever write Scarlett’s children into my fics as I don’t see why I should, I hope you all understand.

(I do NOT own this photo - credit goes to the rightful owner!)

Scarlett just got back from the gym when you were having breakfast in the living room while watching TV. “How was your work out love?” you asked when Scarlett kissed the top of your head. “The usual, I’m gonna have a shower I’ll be back” she replied before wandering off to the bathroom.  

20 minutes later Scarlett returned in her lazy weekend clothes which made you smile, “no work today?” you asked. 

“Nope, I clearly my schedule to spend more time with you this week” she smiles before slumping down next to you on the sofa, “I miss you too much” she adds and leans in, kissing your soft lips. “What did you have in mind?” you smiled against her lips. “Anything you want” she returned the smile before placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “You know, I have always wanted to watch the marvel movies with you” you joked, knowing she was never going to sit down and watch them. She chuckled, “we’re still on that huh?”

“Yes” you smirked, “or maybe we could go for a walk, and you can finally come with me on that track I keep telling you about” you added. 

“I think I like that idea a bit better” Scarlett snuggled into your side. “I thought you would” you draped your right arm over her and kissing the top of her head. “You should have some breakfast before we go, it’s a bit of a hike” you explained. Scarlett nodded and sat up before entering the kitchen, you followed her and placed your dirty dishes in the dishwasher before going to get changed into your work out wear. 

Once both you and Scarlett were ready, she drove you both to the location you gave her, Overlook Mountain. A 7.4-km hike that takes roughly 2 hours and 45 minutes. The views from the lookout are beautiful and have helped clear your mind multiple times, you’ve always wanted to show Scarlett the trail, but she’s been busy recently with filming and The Outset, you never bugged her about going when she was able to have one day off.

To you luck, you couldn’t have picked any better day to hike this trail than today. The sky was a beautiful shade of blue, not a cloud in sight, the sun was shining bright but not hot enough to be looking for shade. You grabbed your water bottle and put some sunscreen on your face, arms, and shoulders before putting your hat on, The Outset dad hat to be exact. 

“Ready?” you smiled as you stretched your legs. 

“Sure am” Scarlett returned the smile. 

The two of you walked hand in hand for a while, talking about anything and everything from your favourite memories together to future related topics. Of course, you made plenty of poorly made jokes that made Scarlett lose herself in a laughing fit, you always loved hearing her laugh this hard. Even though the hike was almost 3 hours long, it didn’t feel that way when Scarlett was by your side. 

“I can’t believe you walk this once a week” Scarlett commented. 

“Well, I like to try and keep myself busy when you’re working and besides it makes the day go by faster. The faster the day goes by the quicker I get to see you come home” you admitted, your cheeks beaming with a rose red colour. 

“Oh honey, you’re so adorable” she smiled, “filming is done for now, so you’ll have more time with me now” she adds. 

“And I plan to soak it all up” you smile at the thought of her being home more often. “Here we are” you added as the two of you reached the look out. Scarlett walked up the railing to admire the view of endless miles of green trees. “Now I see why you come here” she turned to you, wrapping her arms around your waist. Instantly you smiled at her touch and wrapped your arms around the back of her neck. “It’s even better that you’re here” you smiled. 

Scarlett kissed you gently, pulling you in closer just to deepen the kiss full of so much love and happiness. 

“Mmm, what was that for?” a large smile tugged on your lips. 

“I was just soaking up the moment” her eyes sparkled under her sunglasses.

“Since I have you here, can we take a couple of photos?” you asked. “Of course, honey, you don’t have to ask” she chuckled before letting you out of hold. You walked up to a log that sat in front of a tree where you sat your phone up perfectly to capture the two of you and the view. 

“Come here, quick!” Scarlett said as you set the 15 second timer, you rushed over to her. She had her arms ready for you, “what are you going to do? Lift me up?” you joked. 

“Yes” she chuckled before picking your up bridal style. Before the flash on your camera went off you placed a kiss on her cheek and whispered how beautiful she looked in that exact moment. 

The two of you posed for a couple of more photos before sitting down on a large rock and taking in the view. Your head rested calmly on Scarlett’s left shoulder with your right hand intertwined with her left. 

“We should make more time for things like this” Scarlett looked down at your intertwined hands. “I agree but don’t pressure yourself, I know how important work is to you” you replied. “But you are more important to me than work, I’ve been acting for well over ten years and with The Outset, I more even more focus into that but I do want to be with you more” she explains. 

“I’m not going anywhere love, you know that. I’d love to spend more time with you, but I don’t want to get in the way of your work” 

“You could never get in the way” Scarlett turns to you and places a gently kiss on your lips, “It’s settled, I’ll take some extra time off from filming” she smiled. 

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Okay hear me out. A Valentine's Day ficlet wherein everyone in H Company is out on fancy dates except ace!Chuckler, who is S T O K E D to have the apartment to himself. He's gonna Tom Cruise underwear dance yo.

bestie you absolute GENIUS by god. ace!chuckler my beloved!! loosier sort of Shoved themselves into this, which i hope is okay!

i love this too much. so much. all the much. i hope you enjoy <3

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“Please don’t tell me those are what I think they are.” 

Chuckler smiled, smug, and adjusted the sunglasses across the bridge of his nose. “I think I look classy.” He said, and Lucky looked at him with something that matched vague horror.

“They’re bigger than the continental US.” He said, sounding somewhat impressed. “And pink.”

“And stylish.” Runner jumped in easily, rounding their kitchen island with a cup of coffee and sitting across from Leckie. “You could be on the cover of Vogue.”

Lew grinned, and tilted his face up so the sunglasses wouldn’t fall off. “Because of my stunning good looks?”

He’d gotten the glasses for half off at the gas station that sat kitty-corner from their apartment, and it was, in short, the best three quarters and a dime he ever spent. 

“I think I’m gonna wear them everywhere.” He said, and took them off only to admire them, the heart-shape of their frames, the red tint of the shades. “Paint ‘em green, go out for a night in the town.”

“Get horribly lost again.” Runner agreed, and Chuckler made a face at him.

“Okay, well, that wasn’t on me.” He said loftily, crossing his arms and setting the glasses down on the table. “Someone took the charger so my phone was dead, so I couldn’t Google-walk home—”

“—that was extenuating-fucking-circumstances, I was supposed to get a call from a publisher—” Leckie is jumping in with a protest before Lew can even finishing talking, holding up his hands defensively, and Runner started talking over him after that, a large jumble of shouting that ceased only when Leckie’s door cracked open.

Lucky nearly fell out of his chair when Hoosier shuffled out of his room, blanket wrapped around his shoulders, hair sticking up in every direction. “Coffee.” He said, and Hoosier grunted, a nonverbal confirmation that sounded only slightly murderous.

“I hate you.” He said, shuffling the short distance between their bedroom and the dining room table and dropping into Leckie’s now unoccupied seat. Leckie in question was pouring a second mug of coffee, still steaming, and was quick to move and set it in front of Bill, pressing a kiss to his temple that Hoosier was too slow to bat away.

“I love you, and I’ll get you whatever you want tonight.” He promised, already turning back into the kitchen to find the creamer. Hoosier curved his hands around the mug, bringing his face down to inhale the steam.

“I want a new boyfriend.” He muttered to it, and Runner snorted.

“Bad night?” He asked, and Chuckler raised his eyebrows, pushing his glasses closer to Hoosier when the other just gave him a blank look.

“I was having trouble with my novel.” Leckie said absently, clattering around at the counter as he did something that Lew couldn’t see. “And was trying to force myself to write, which—”

“Which means that I got one and a half hours of sleep last night, and also am going to get a gun.” Hoosier said over him, face still against his mug. “To kill you, Bob, if that wasn’t clear.”

“It’s very clear. And very understandable.” Leckie said, turning back around with one of the semi-stale croissants they’d gotten at the same gas station that Chuckler had acquired his glasses at. “Have I told you how gorgeous you are?”

“I’m breaking up with you.” Hoosier said. “We’re done. Get out of my house.” Leckie hummed, setting the croissant in front of him and crossing an arm over the front of his chest, dropping his face down to his hair before kissing his forehead. 

“I’ve got an awesome day planned.” He said, and Hoosier groaned, holding up a hand to fend him off. “You’re gonna love it—”

“I’m gonna be too tired to enjoy it—”

“Well,” Chuckler interrupted, pushing his sunglasses back onto his face when Hoosier showed no interest in them. “I mean. I slept great.”

Hoosier just blinked at him. “Would you like company tonight?”

“Baby—” Leckie started, holding his hands out, but Lew was already shaking his head, vehement. 

“No way in hell!” He said cheerfully, pushing his glasses further up on his nose. “Today for me is about me. Today for you is about you and Lucky, it’s not my fault he’s a terrible partner.”

Hoosier dropped his forehead to the table with a groan, and Leckie shot Chuckler a vaguely threatening look. Lew just shrugged, still grinning, and Runner snorted.

“I mean. I’m gonna have a great day too.” He offered, and Chuckler held his hand up in a high five.

“Hell yeah!” He said, enthused. “But you can’t stay here. I have dibs.”

Leckie made some sort of frustrated sound, still clattering around in something that seemed to be in an effort to reap forgiveness. “When can we come back?” He asked, complaining, and Hoosier snorted.

“Why do you care?” He muttered to the table. “You’re never getting laid again.”

Chuckler just shrugged. “Sleep over at Hoosier’s place.” He offered to Lucky, and Hoosier groaned over him in protest. 

“He’s sleeping in the fucking street before he’s getting into my bed again.” He said, and Leckie sighed.

So. Very par for the course.

“I’ll give you seven dollars if we can come back by nine.” Lucky offered, and Lew grinned, delighted.

“Nope! This is the first time I get to be by myself in nine months, by darling friends, and I don’t want to see any of your faces for the next twenty-four hours. You have thirty minutes to get out of here.” 

He finished off his own coffee, and Hoosier pushed his face off of the table to squint at him, under eyes bruised purple. Leckie moved around him again, attempting to kiss his cheek, and Hoosier steered him away with an open palm to the face.

“I like your glasses.” He told Chuckler.

“Thanks.” Lew said, cheerful. “I like your croissant.”

“Thanks. You can have it, if you want. You can have the man who made it, too.”

“Babe—” 

Chuckler snorted, wrinkling his nose. “Thanks, but I’m okay.”

--

His plan for the night, as written out:

Wrap all of Leckie’s shoes in cellophane.

Last month, Lew had woken up at four in the morning with his singularly obtained Buffy the Vampire Slayer comic book shrink wrapped, and Leckie sitting at their kitchen table, sipping at coffee, calmly writing out what seemed to be a letter.

Finally, he had time to seek his revenge.

(He had also conveniently forgotten that the reason Leckie’d wrapped his comic book at all was because Chuckler had replaced all of Hoosier’s keys with plastic baby rings.)

Do his laundry. In peace. 

Last time, Runner had gotten cheetos in the dryer. Lew wasn’t even sure how he managed that, but never again. Never again.

Text Hoosier to make sure he hasn’t actually killed Lucky.

“Hi.”

“Hey! Are you okay?”

“Uh, yeah. It’s fine. It’s all fine. I’m still mad, though, so. Uh.”

“Lucky plan something good?”

“Ugh. Yeah. It’s really sweet, the motherfucker. I’m never gonna forgive him for this.”

“He took you to the Observatory, didn’t he?”

“Yep. The bastard. How’s it going for you?”

“I mean. If it makes you feel better, he has a nice present at home, now.”

“Hm. Make him suffer for me.”

“Okay! But don’t make him too upset. This is, like, a big night for him.”

“...”

“Hello?”

“Chuckler. You have to tell me if he’s going to propose. Legally. It’s — you can get arrested if you don’t.”

“Hm. I don’t think I can. But he’s not gonna propose—”

“I — I mean, we’ve talked about this, and I’d say yes, but if he proposes on fucking Valentines day—”

“He’s not gonna propose! I promise. Scouts honor! Roommates honor!”

“That is the most cliche shit I’ve ever heard—” 

“All I did was tell you to be nice to him! That doesn’t mean he’s going to ask you to marry him—” 

“Oh, holy fuck, I knew that he was being weirdly nice—”

Make a cake.

Although whatever drama Hoosier and Leckie were going through was interesting enough, he also had a recipe that he wanted to try and last time he’d tried to bake anything of any sort, Hoosier had poured jalapeno sauce into it. 

Which, come to think of it, may have been because Chuckler popped all of the keys out of Leckie’s laptop.

Listen to Simon and Garfunkel.

Runner hated Simon and Garfunkel, and because Chuckler was to be a good person, he didn’t blast it through the house when he was home.

But he wasn’t home, was he!

Lew loved Valentine's Day.

Call Hoosier one more time. Just to be extra certain Leckie isn’t dead.

“Oh, good, you picked up! Please tell me you haven’t got engaged—”

“What? Oh, no. Bob has been, uh. Well. Bob’s been arrested, so—”

“Bob’s been what—” 

“But it’s not my fault, I feel I should make that incredibly clear—”

“Uh-huh. Okay, well, I’m not coming and getting you. Call Runner.”

“No, no—”

“It’s my day, Hoosier! You know this! It’s my day, I’m not dragging my ass down to the station—”

“My boyfriend’s in jail, Lew, I think that’s extenuating circumstances—”

“Ope, the Sound of Silence just came on, so I’m gonna obey its wise title and hang up. Call Runner!”

“I — uh. Fine. It’s your day.”

“It really is! Good luck. Don’t say anything without a lawyer.”

Yeah. Lew loved Valentine’s Day.

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"Summer Of '87" [Chapter 5]

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Chapter 4

Chapter 6

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You had taken one of the bunks in the back to take a nap before you arrived in Toledo. There were only four bunks so Eddie took the couch. Even after you insisted he keep his bunk and you’d take the couch.

“Nah, I’ll be fine princess. I used to sleep on a couch all the time back at home.” he assured you. 

Now here you were, waking up in the daylight. You sat up and stretched, quickly noticing you were alone on the bus. 

“What the--?”  You spoke out loud as you walked to the front of the bus. The bus is sitting in the back of a building, no one is around to be seen. 

“How rude!” You said aloud once more to the air as you walked towards the door of the building. It read “BACKSTAGE MEMBERS ONLY” . You naturally open the door to go in, but there’s a huge bodyguard standing right in front of it inside. 

“Sorry, no fans.” He tells you in a gruff voice. 

“What?!” You unintentionally screech. “I am not a--” 

“She’s cool, Jerry,” you recognize the bus driver “claiming” you. “She’s with Munson,” 

“I am not--” You started shutting down what he was implying, but the look he gave you made you pause. 

“Yup, that’s me. Eddie Munson’s concubine,” you rolled your eyes as you pushed past Jerry. 

“You’re welcome,” the bus driver smirked. 

“Yeah, thanks---” you muttered sarcastically as he led you through the venue.

“The boys are on stage sound doing sound check if you wanna go watch them,” he informed you while pointing to a doorway marked STAGE.

“Sure, why not,” you shrugged as you walked over and through the doorway. 

This venue was about the size of The Chicago Theater, but with a pit in front of the stage. You took a seat in one of the higher upper rows and sat, just watching them. Well, let’s be honest. You were watching Eddie.

The way his fingers moved on the guitar, it just made you wonder how good they would feel -- NOPE. Can’t be thinking stuff like that, nope. That’s exactly what should NOT be happening right now. 

As soon as the song was over he came out of his “Show mode” when he saw you. 

“Alright take five guys!” he yelled excitedly. 

“Take five?” Gareth groaned. “Dude we’re almost--” 

He started to protest that they had just started, but Eddie was already off stage and running up the arena stairs to you.

“Hey you!” he smiled widely, plopping down in the plastic seat next to you. “Sleep well?” 

“Yeah, actually,” you couldn’t help but match his energy with a smile of your own. “THose beds are surprisingly comfy,” 

“Oh yeah, for sure.” he nodded. “We sprung for the comfy beds, gotta get my beauty sleep.” 

“Oh,” you suddenly felt guilty taking his bunk. “I’m sorry, I should’ve let you--”

“Oh no!” he quickly backtracked upon seeing your face. “I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. It was just a joke,” 

“Yeah, well--” you blushed. “I still feel bad,”

“Well, maybe next time we just share it,” he winked. “Although I don’t think we’d get much sleeping done.” 

“Eddie!!!” you hit him as your face turned a deeper shade of crimson. “You’re the one that set the one month rule, remember?” 

“Yeah, and I’ve been kicking myself all night for it,” he sighed as he leaned back in the chair. 

“Aw, poor baby,” you giggled. “Well think of it this way: we can get to know each other before we-- y’know,” 

“Give in to our urges?” He wiggled his eyebrows. 

“Yes, exactly,” you bit your lip with a smile. 

“Hey if you two are done smelling each other or whatever,” Gareth called from the stage. “Some of us would like to finish rehearsal so we can eat!!” 

“I’m gonna kill him before the end of the month, and then we won’t have to wait,” Eddie said in annoyancde as he stood up.

“Then you’d have to find another drummer,” you reminded him. 

“True,” He nodded before kissing your cheek and heading back down the the stage, yelling something vulgar to Gareth you couldn’t quite discern, but you assumed it was vicious.

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After sound check the band headed back out into the foyer where you met them. 

“Alright, so where can we get some food in this town?”

“You mean, somewhere where girls won’t follow your every move? Steal your food to sell to the highest CC fan?”

“Yes, that.” 

“Well, I do know of a small sandwich shop nearby. It’s family owned and I used to go there every day after classes.” 

“Sandwich shop?” Quentin crinkled his nose. “Sounds fancy,”

“How does that sound fancy?” Eddie rolled his eyes. “You mean if it’s not greasy, grilled or fried it’s too ‘fancy’ for you?” 

“Yeah!” 

“And ‘fancy’ sounds expensive.” Jeff added.

“Will you two shut up,” Eddie hit the both of them. 

“I promise you boys, it is neither ‘fancy’ nor ‘expensive.” 

“Fine,” Gareth sighed. “But if there are flowers and pictures of old-timey folks on the walls, I’m leaving.”

“....What kind of definition of fancy is that?” You whispered to eddie as you walked out of the arena.

“His mom watched too much ‘Keeping Up Appearances’ when he was a kid,” he chuckled. 

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As soon as you walked into the shop, the owner saw you from a mile away and ran over to hug you. 

“Y/N!” He cried joyfully as he hugged you. “So good to see you, we’ve missed you since you went away to fancy school,” 

“Oh Arthur,” you chuckled as you hugged him back. “It’s just grad school.” 

“Mama!” he called to the back. “Look who’s here!”

A little old lady came shuffling out of the back when he called. Her eyes lit up when she saw you, and she came running over.

“Y/N!!” She also grabbed you in a bear hug. “We’ve missed you!!!” 

“I heard,” you smiled. 

“In fact,” Arthur chuckled as he grabbed you a menu and handed it to you. “We missed you so much mama insisted we do this,”

You took the menu curiously and opened the page. There in the middle of the menu read: “THE Y/N”; it was the same meal you ordered everyday. A grilled cheese made with white and yellow cheddar, the bread buttered on both sides with fries and a cherry coke.

“Arthur!” You gasped while Eddie peered over your shoulder. “Emily you really shouldn’t have,”

“That actually sounds really good,” he smiled as he showed the rest of the band members. “Grilled AND greasy, Q,” 

“Oh, are these boys with you?” Emily asked. “I guess I should’ve known, we don’t get too many of you metal boys here,” 

“You know what metal is?” Jeff asked in shock as they followed her to a small table in the back. 

“Oh yes, our granddaughter is crazy about you.” Arthur chuckled. “Collided Crowbar, is it?” 

“Corroded Coffin, sir,” Eddie stifled a laugh as he corrected him. 

“Right, right,” He nodded. “So, will it be five Y/N specials then?” 

“Sounds good to me!” Gareth grinned. He loved grilled cheeses and cherry coke. 

“Yes that would be great sir,” Eddie replied in a polite tone as the others nodded in agreement. 

“Excellent!” he beamed. “Be right back,” 

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When he was gone, Eddie looked at you with an impressed smile. 

“What…?” you blushed. 

“A sandwich named after you, huh?” he smirked. “We don’t even have that,” 

“Oh yeah?” you smirked back. “And what would a ‘Collided Crowar’ sandwich have on it?” 

“Bacon!” Jeff chimed in. “Lots of bacon,” 

“And anchovies,” Quentin grinned. 

“Ewwwwww,”

“Absolutely NOT,” Eddie waved his hand. 

“Five cherry cokes!” Emily smiled as she approached the tables with a tray of soda. “And your food will be out soon,”

“Thank you ma’am,” Eddie smiled at her. 

“Oooh, young man.” Emily smiled back at him dreamily. “If i was younger, you and I would have quite the time,” 

“Emily!!!” you gasped while the boys snickered and Eddie blushed like a tomato.

“Oh, sorry dear.” She looks at you apologetically. “I didn’t realize you two were together,” 

“We’re not!!” You shut her down so quickly you noticed Eddie’s face falter a bit.

“Could’ve fooled me,” Arthur came up behind Emily with the food. 

“You two are awful,” you shook your head as they handed out the plates. 

“Yeah, awful,” Eddie said softly in a hurt tone while picking at his sandwich. 

“Oh come on Eddie,” you put a hand on his knee under the table. “You know I didn’t mean it like that--” 

“UH, if you’re trying to make eddie jealous or something, this ain’t it,” Gareth shifted his knee, the one you were actually caressing. 

“Oh my god,” you quickly removed your hand and sat it back in your lap, turning bright red while the rest of the group laughed loudly leaving Eddie clueless.  

“What…?” 

“Just-- eat your sandwich dear,” you blushed harder while Eddie furrowed his eyebrows. 

“No, what--”

“Your girlfriend just tried feeling me up, Munson,” Gareth smirked, making Eddie’s pop out of his head. 

“WHAT?!”

“I thought it was you!!!” You hissed, trying not to make a scene. “I thought I was doing this,” You made sure you gripped his knee this time. 

“But i didn’t do this,” you added with a sexy smile as your fingers ran up his thigh, causing his leg to thump the table so hard it shook everyone’s plates.

“Check please!” Quentin laughed. 

“Oh, don’t worry about it boys,” Arthur came walking over, having heard none of the conversation except the check. 

“Any friends of Y/N’s are friends here,” 

“You really don’t have to do that,” You insisted as the boys finished up their food and walked towards the front. 

“Nonsense,” Arthur kissed your forehead. “It was just nice to see you again, sweetheart.” 

“Well sir,” Eddie pulled out his wallet. “Please at least take this tip,” he handed him a fifty dollar bill.

“Oh no son, I couldn’t.” he waved his hands but you stuck the fifty in his shirt pocket. 

“You can and you will, Arthur.” You said semi sternly. “I know how hard this business is,” 

“Well, alright,” Arthur said softly with a grateful look between the two of you. You said your goodbyes to Emily and Arthur then met the band outside to walk back.

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“Well I gotta admit Y/N, you taste pretty good,” Gareth smirked, causing Eddie to punch his shoulder roughly.

“Say one more thing about her and I won’t hold back,” he growled as you held his upper arm. 

“Edds, it’s okay…” You soothed him. 

“No, he’s been nothing but nasty to you, even though he’s the one who asked you to come with us!” He argued. 

“Maybe he’s jealous,” Jeff suggested, immediately causing Gareth to smack him.

“Jealous of me?” Eddie laughed sarcastically. “Did you honestly ask Y/N to come because you like her?” 

“Yeah, um Edds--” Quentin coughed awkwardly. “I don’t think that’s what Jeff was--”

“Everybody SHUT UP,” Gareth grabbed Quentin by the collar while he yelled violently. 

“Whoa whoa whoa! Chill, Gar!” Eddie grabbed him by his jacket. “I was only--”

“Eddie you better let him go,” you warned as you saw the looks on the boy’s faces. You quickly realized what was happening and thankful Eddie hadn’t seemed to catch on. 

“Wha--?” he let go of Gareth and the three of them started to speed walk ahead of you. 

“What was that?” he just watched them leave in confusion.

“Babe, let’s just say I don’t think you have to worry about competing with Gareth, okay?” You took his hand. 

“Um…okay,” he nodded as he interlaced your fingers while continuing to walk.

You made a mental note to find Gareth after the show to have a heart to heart about what just happened. That wouldn’t be awkward, right?

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I wrote a (young) Raeda ficlet because I think about them a normal amount

(the fic will be under the cut because I don't want to clutter your dashboards and I am being mildly bashful about sharing my work)

I present to you all:

Braiding Hair

Sitting on the ground, Eda tapped her feet impatiently against the dirt as Raine braided her thick orange hair. She wasn't quite sure why they asked to do so in the first place, but she didn’t mind. Raine had claimed their spot on the large rock behind Eda, giving them additional height. They brushed Eda's hair inbetween braiding to make the job easier, as she didn’t brush it herself very often.

“Tell me how you know how to braid hair again?” The young witch asked. “My moms taught me. It’s pretty easy, so I learned to braid my hair on my own pretty quickly.” Raine answered. Eda’s eyes widened at the implication. She lifted her chin from her forearms which were rested on her elevated knees. “Wait a minute, are you saying that you used to have long hair?” She asked excitedly. Raine's cheeks turned red with embarrassment, but they were relieved Eda couldn’t see it with her back turned to them. “Well, yeah.” The green haired witch answered with an awkward chuckle. “Aww, why’d you cut it? I bet you’d look cute with long hair.” Eda expressed half-jokingly. Raine's blush turned a deeper shade of red at the comment. With a laugh, they answered: “Trust me, I did myself and everyone else’s eyes a favor by chopping it off.”

Eda threw her head back to look up at her friend, her temples now between their knees. “If you grew your hair out, I could braid it for you.” She offered with a smile. “There’s no way that’s happening, Eda.” Raine happily declined. They gently placed their left hand underneath Eda’s head and lifted it back up and forward to its original position, then continued braiding.

“Jokes aside, though, I get it. Why you cut your hair, I mean. I thought about getting a pixie cut a few months ago but I decided it just didn’t fit me. I couldn’t hide stuff in short hair.” Eda explained. “I think it would do you some good to have short hair, I had to pick out three soda cans from there before getting started.” Raine replied, making Eda glance at said soda cans which had been placed in their open bag. “Is that why you’re braiding my hair? To stop me from smuggling anything else?” She asked with a chuckle. Raine laughed along with her before answering. “Consider it a bonding activity.”

After tying the ends of the three hair segments together, the braid was complete. “Alright, I’m done.” Raine announced. Eda stood up, making her braided hair slip out of Raine’s hands. She took a few steps away from her sitting spot and turned back around to face her friend. She looked down at the ground, held her hands behind her back and rubbed at the dirt with her foot, an unusually shy looking gesture for her, while waiting for Raine’s reaction. Raine put their hands together and quietly admired the sight, they hadn’t expected her to look quite as pretty as she did. “What’re you staring at, nerd?” Eda said to break the silence. Raine realized that they were indeed staring and looked away, trying to quickly think of something to say. “Uhm, nothing! We should probably get going, this forest is starting to feel more eerie the longer we stay here.” They responded as they got down from their rock and grabbed both their and Eda's belongings. “What, you scared something’s gonna attack us?” Eda teased. Just then, the witchlets heard a stick break in the distance. With a nervous chuckle, Eda grabbed her bag and said: “Actually, we should probably go.”

The two headed off to go home. On the way, Eda repeatedly asked Raine to show her pictures of them pre-haircut, much to their annoyance. The two also kept their eyes peeled for anything that could potentially attack them from the woods, but they both knew they’d protect eachother no matter what.

#the owl house #raine whispers #eda clawthorne #young raeda #raeda #raine x eda #fanfic #that's a tag now #i definitely won't use it for a while after this because it's not often that i write fiction lol #edalyn clawthorne #lizard dumbass's writing

[magdaclaire]

little pinch

wake up babe new magdaclaire by magdaclaire dropped! find it on ao3!

Magda's fingers are ice fucking cold when she reaches out, grabbing Claire's ear like she's got all the right in the world.

"Did you do these yourself?" she asks, completely impervious to the fact that she's startled Claire something awful, as typical, only interested in the answer to her question. Her question. Right.

"No, I didn't," Claire says flatly, "despite my sparkling reputation, I do actually care about avoiding giving myself gangrene or septicemia if I can help it. I get enough lectures from Alex even without piercing myself at home." It's strange then that Magda's face falls a little, like she wanted Claire to have done them, like she wanted-

"I was hoping you had. I want piercings, I think. But I don't know where to go," the Iowan girl says, tucking her hair behind her ear nervously. Claire wants to kiss her, just to clear her mind of the anxiety, just to remind her that there's nothing to worry about as long as Claire's around.

"Well, you've come to the right teen adult degenerate, Mags. I've been scoping out tattoo parlors around here since I moved in, and I know a few good piercers in town," she offers, not knowing if Magda will go for getting holes put in her by a stranger, but wanting to offer her the chance regardless. When they were kids, getting piercings, getting tattoos, changing what they looked like from how God made them, it was a thought you couldn't tell anyone you had, a mark of something else wrong inside of her that would eventually be burnt out in a flash of too bright grace, all of the dark inside her that crawled back in. Magda tugs on her ear and Claire swats her hand away.

"I hardly think you're a degenerate. You'd have to commit worse crimes," Magda states confidently, her smile back to prim honesty. Claire raises an eyebrow.

"I commit credit card fraud, Mags," she reminds her girlfriend, unashamed and actually a little proud. She's actually getting better at it now, picking up more skills on a computer from Kevin and Charlie; she never thought she'd be any good at this kinda thing. Sam taught her the basics- Kevin and Charlie are teaching her the real stuff. She's learning how to only steal from people who won't notice and cover her tracks even when she does, and she's getting good and she's getting fast. Sometimes, it just hits her that this isn't really the kind of skill someone looks for in a partner. In anybody, really. It's the kind of stuff that Randy and Dustin woulda loved for her to be able to do. Magda just shrugs.

"I don't really think that counts. It's a money crime, right? Money isn't real," she says. Her sense of morals always sends Claire for a loop- she'll always take whatever it is that Claire's been stewing on for a month, think about it for one good second, and decide it's not a problem. No shades of gray with a girl like her. It's the most reassuring thing that Claire has ever come across. Magda never thinks that what she's doing is gray or glory, never thinks of Claire as anything less than herself. She's an impossible girl not to fall in love with, or at the very least, she makes it very hard.

"You're ridiculous. What do you want pierced anyway?" Claire asks, and Magda brightens up, both her hands flying up to her face. One of them comes back down to rest near her waist, brought up just because she was excited, but the other has her forefinger and her thumb clasped around the bridge of her nose, right between her eyes. God, she's gonna look so hot it's unfair. Nothing but an absolute win. "You want a bridge piercing, babe?"

"If that's what it's called, yes. I've seen some pictures of girls with them on the instagram Alex re-set up for me, and... it's so pretty. They're so pretty, Claire," Magda had been scared to reactivate her social media from before her mother locked her away- scared that she would come across old friends with questions she should be able to answer, scared that Elijah's friends would have questions she wouldn't be ready or able to answer, and so Alex had come up with the idea to make her new accounts. Claire just has to pretend that it doesn't make her feel like she's losing her mind every time she sees her girlfriend scrolling instagram with the screen name Magda Novak because her own name was too searchable, and Claire's was just up for grabs (for Magda, anyway).

"You looking at pretty girls without me, babe?" she asks, knowing it'll make Magda smile like that, but she's surprised when Magda climbs into her lap; it always seems like Claire is the one swinging her hips over Magda's, so the reverse is new, but welcome. She sees why Mags finds the weight so reassuring, knowing that she's there. Claire lays her hands on Magda's waist.

"Are you jealous?" Magda asks, her arms around Claire's shoulders and their noses brushing. She's so close and so pretty Claire feels both awash by it and set ablaze, overwhelmed and on fire, exactly where she should be.

"You can always look, Mags. I know you're coming home with me," she whispers, her breath warm between her and Magda's lips, and Magda kisses her like it would kill her not to. Magda's hand slides into her hair and Claire loves the feel of it, the gentle touch, even as much as she and Magda have touched since they got together, she still loves it. She slips her fingers up the back of Magda's shirt, tucked against the warmth of skin, reveling in this kiss that isn't quite yet passionate, but still has heat, is still something. All her life to be something here.

"Claire," Magda says, her voice in that rasp that makes Claire feel like she'd do anything Magda asked of her, but she pulls away instead, tightening her grip on Magda's waist.

"You wanna go get a piercing today, Mags? Because contrary to the popular, most tattoo parlors don't actually stay open all hours all the way out here," she makes herself remind the other girl; even if she might be content to stay in with Magda all evening, close their curtains and dance to some old album that reminds her of a childhood neither of them ever got to have, she'd never deny Magda the opportunity of the night. Too many nights had been taken from her. Even if they have the rest of their lives. Magda gives her a pout but kisses her just once before climbing out of her lap, standing and offering Claire her hand.

"You'll drive me?"

Magda never learned how to drive. Sam can only come around so often to teach her how, but getting into a car with a mother figure still makes her so anxious that it's all Magda can do not to curl into a ball, so nobody's trying to force her into a driver's seat like that. Claire had offered to teach her herself, even if it's only been a year since she had officially learned, but nobody had really been willing to go for that. 'Cept Magda. But Mags is like that. Always betting on losing dogs.

"Of course. What else am I doing?" Claire asks, grinning up at Magda. They leave for the parlor in short order, Claire grabbing both of them socks from their shared sock basket and throwing a pair at Magda and laughing when the other girl startles enough to stop the socks midair. Magda has come really far in her ability to use her abilities, and the idea that she's willing to use them out here in the public of the hallway, every bedroom door in the house wide open, makes Claire feel oddly proud. It's not her accomplishment, but that's her girlfriend. Doing magic and shit. Not even having anxiety attacks about it every time anymore.

They let Jody know where they're going before they leave. It's only polite. She always lets them know where she's going too. Donna's out on a hunt, or they would have let her know too.

It's weird to have somebody to let know where she's going. It's weird that somebody cares enough to know.

"You wanna get dinner after?" Claire asks as she reverses out of the driveway, her arm around the back of Magda's seat as she turns all the way around. Her Daddy had never used the rear view mirror when she was a little girl- always told her that his neck still worked, and if he turned around, he could look at her. Then, he'd tweak her nose. It always made her laugh, every single time. Even if her Daddy didn't get to teach her how to drive, she had learned that one from him. She's still her Daddy's girl in some ways.

"Can I decide after? I don't know how much it will hurt," Magda says, breaking Claire out of her head just as she moves the car back into gear. She nods her head; she doesn't really care if they get dinner, and she won't want to if Magda's face hurts, because honestly, that'd be pretty rude, probably. Not that she has the greatest grasp on social convention anymore- Dean and Donna both are trying to break her of it one tailgating party at a time, no booze given the children and recovering alcoholics, but everyone is expected to act a fool anyway- but she tries to be a good girlfriend. For Magda, you know? Magda deserves good things. She deserves to be taken care of. Or whatever.

The tattoo parlor Claire picked out in her head for Magda is in a good neighborhood, familiar because it's not far from where Jody grocery shops most the time, and Claire isn't scared to take Magda here because of it. As powerful as Magda is, and as much as Claire knows that there's not much that Claire could protect her from that Magda couldn't take care of herself, she can't help it. She just needs her to be safe. There are only three cars in the front of the lot when they pull in.

When Claire pushes open the door, holding it open for Magda, someone with dark skin and several facial piercings is sitting behind the counter. She has a she/her pin on her jacket and a tattoo crawling up her neck, and she might be one of the coolest people that Claire has ever seen, just off the bat. She puts her nerves in the bottom of her stomach and reminds herself that this is for Magda, which means she can't really afford to be nervous. What Magda wants, Magda's gonna get. Claire clears her throat.

"Do  y'all have any room open for a piercing today? And, if not, can we schedule one?"

"I don't have any more appointments this evening, so what are we looking to get pierced?" their attendant asks, shuffling a few papers before she sets them down.

"My- Claire said it's called a bridge piercing? Right here," Magda says, holding her fingers pinched on the bridge of her nose again. Claire hides her smile behind her hand. Her girlfriend is cute, okay? She's fucking cute. The girl behind the counter nods.

"A bridge piercing for your first one? That's badass. I'm Delilah, by the way. You two can follow me back here, assuming you're cool with your friend following us back?"

"She's my girlfriend. And yes, she can come," Magda says, grabbing Claire's hand as if Claire was going to walk away. Instead, Claire is just pink faced and warm, never used to the way that Magda will just say things once she's taken the sting out of them, and she wants so badly to be like that. It's not even a matter of pride for Magda, she doesn't think. Just a matter of what is.

"Cool, cool. You two are cute together, you know? Opinion of a stranger and all of that, but it's nice to see another queer couple out here," Delilah says, and Claire just barely stops herself from pausing in the middle of the walkway.

"You're queer?" she asks, the question just falling out of her mouth. Delilah grins.

"Yeah, the shop-owner is my fiancee, actually- wanna see a picture? I just got a cute one of her and our dog!"

"You have a dog?" Magda asks excitedly, already pushing closer so that she can see. Where Claire is desirous of that queer connection, of finding people like them, it doesn't seem to bother Magda as much. She doesn't seem to feel that same felled yearning. Claire admires that about her. Delilah pulls out her phone and unlocks it, showing Magda and less so Claire her home screen, a picture of a woman with a wide nose and beautiful eyes half bowled over by a husky, holding it in her lap like precious cargo. It's not like Claire ever needs a reminder that she likes girls. Magda is around all the time, and girls are everywhere. But a happy girl with a dog? Her chest aches. Magda is looking at her with big eyes.

"Why don't we worry about your piercing, and then we can talk about a dog?" Claire offers. Delilah laughs, but Claire already knows she's one talk with Jody away from getting a dog. As soon as Magda expresses a want for most anything, all of them are tripping over themselves to get it for her. And who wouldn't? Magda Peterson had been denied enough of the simple pleasures of life, and Claire can't imagine a simpler pleasure than a dog.

She's gonna end up doing half of the taking care of the thing, but well, why not? For Magda, anyway. They arrive at an alcove covered in tattoo art, all signed with Delilah's name. She must also be a tattoo artist. When Claire gets her first tattoo, she may come back here.

"Alright, so your bridge is a soft tissue, skin piercing, not a cartilage piercing, so you're going to feel a little pinch and not much else at first; a lot of the pain is going to be in the upkeep. When you're cleaning it, you don't want to move it around that much, but you do want to be thorough. If it's feeling crusty, try another salt water rinse, which you should do twice a day. We're also going to get you a piercing care packet, so if you have any questions, they're usually answered in there, or you can message me on the Instagram on my card, which I will also be giving you with the packet. That all sound okay?" Delilah asks, pausing in her spiel to check on Magda. 

Magda stares at her for a few seconds longer than she's talking, but after the flow of it finishes processing, nods her head.

"That sounds alright," she confirms allowed, nodding again. Delilah smiles.

"Okay, I'm gonna prepare my needle deck, you two talk amongst yourselves and fill this out, I'll be back in a jiffy," she says, giving them finger guns and a clipboard before disappearing into a curtained off little part of the alcove, probably less than ten feet from the two of them the entire time, but it's the intention that counts. Instead of speaking, Magda climbs onto the pseudo-stretcher they always have ready for you at tattoo parlors and kicks her feet. Claire stands next to her, the swish of Magda's ankles hitting her in the knee, but at a gentle impact she doesn't mind. Magda leans her head against Claire's shoulder, tongue stuck out as she signs her name.

"Thank you," Mags whispers after, her breath of a voice nearly enough to make Claire shudder. Instead, she grabs Magda's hand.

"You never have to thank me," she says, and she squeezes Magda's fingers. Delilah comes back from behind the curtain and Claire removes herself from the action, though she still remains attached to Magda by the hand.

"Alright, let's do this thing! Little pinch, alright?" Delilah repeats, and when Magda nods, she comes closer with the needle kit out and on a tray, rolling. It looks a little bit like the rolling caddies that they have at Alex's nurses' station, except that it's a cold, gray metal rather than the usual pink, blue or green pastel in the hospital halls. Magda sits a little straighter.

"Let's do this," she says to herself quietly, and Claire fights off the smile that comes to hear it. She's just cute. Delilah comes to stand in front of Magda, and so Claire moves off a little bit. Magda keeps their hands linked.

"Alright, I'm gonna get right in here. This is the needle, and it's just gonna be a quick through, and then I'll put the jewelry in, and my part is over. You ready?" Delilah asks, and Magda nods. "Okay, three, two-" In the silence between one second and the next, Delilah punches the needle through the skin, following the action so quickly with the jewelry that Claire is barely following her. She's got faster hands than Claire's piercer had, but it's also facial jewelry. God, she should think about facial jewelry. It's so fucking cool. Her girlfriend is so fucking cool.

"Oh," Magda says, needle still between her eyes as the jewelry is thread through it, the clamp only released after the second ball has been screwed on. "That didn't hurt nearly so bad as I thought it would. We can go to dinner, I think."

"You got a hell of a pain tolerance on you. I'll get you that care packet, as well as my card, and when you're ready, you can come up to the desk to settle this up," Delilah instructs. Magda nods, and Delilah goes ahead and heads up to the front. Claire tries not to think about why her girlfriend has such a high pain tolerance.

"I'm fine, you know," Mags says, and Claire's eyes are drawn to her face, her eyes sparkling on either side of her new, badass piercing. Claire squeezes her hand.

"I just worry about you sometimes. Finish filling out the date on your paper and let's bring it up to Delilah. Alright?" Magda nods, writing down the date on the line and hopping off of the stretcher, using Claire's hand to catch herself. She pulls Claire's hand then up to her mouth, kissing the back of it.

"Thank you," she says again, and Claire's gotta be bright red by now.

"Get out of here," she says, turning Magda around and pushing her down the hall.

She loves her. God, she loves her.

#magdaclaire #clairemagda #claire novak #magda peterson #contentnatural #sapphicnatural #spn #mine

[children-of-epiales]

From the jealousy prompts!

 “i’ve had feelings for you for a long time now...” and/or  “you should have told me.” 

Can I get a uhhhh, any pairing that you desire please with a cherry on top :3

Anything for thee!

Note: So what I'm gonna do is write one of the prompts here and post the other and link the ask to it!

*****

03 February, 2017

     “I’ve had feelings for you for a long time now...” The green woman avowed. “ And instead of doing what I should have-telling you-I hid them. I forced these feelings deep inside me and tried to convince myself that they were just-just infatuation, that eventually I would remember that you were my friend.” 

When Sage didn’t say anything, Lara took a step to her left; if she dared move closer to him, she would hug him as tightly as she could or, considering how dizzy confessing her love made her, the witch might have dared to kiss him.

Continuing seemed to be her most rational thought. “ But I don’t want to be friends anymore,” Lara struggled to say clearly, her head falling since she couldn’t bring herself to make eye contact with the warlock. “ You and the others have always loved me unconditionally, I hope I’ve done my best to show that I feel the same way. It was just different from you; you’re like my hero, you are my hero.” She paused and pursed her lips. 

Before the witch could keep on ripping her own heart out, the warlock seemed to come back to life; he set his keys back down on the table, his hand hovering above them for a moment until he shrugged off his coat.

Lara watched, not calmly like she prayed she appeared to be, rather like a rabbit ready to run off into the forest that stood behind the homes that failed to conceal it. “ I love you.” she spat out, the thought that perhaps he misunderstood what she was trying to say crossed her mind. The adrenaline helped the words come out firmly and confidently. 

Sage took a step forward, pausing to make sure Lara wouldn’t leave out of fear. His own heart started beating quickly when she didn’t, noticing that her hands were balled and kept at her sides. The warlock suddenly smiled. “ Look at us-two adults in love and we’re being silly about it.” 

“ Silly?” Lara repeated, almost shocked. Her eyes dropped again as she thought about his words, realizing that they made sense. Except for one thing. 

“ So you do love me too? I wasn’t starting to become horribly obsessed?” 

Sage started to approach the witch again, slowly but surely, until he could reach out and take one of her hands in both of his hands; the motion was so fluid, without any flinching or freezing or avoiding eye contact. “ If you’re horribly obsessed, then I must be too.” Sage confirmed, his smile widening as Lara’s cheeks turned the softest shade of red. “ Can I kiss you, Lara?” 

The green woman stumbled a little; it didn’t take long for Sage to take the hint and he pulled out a chair before her bottom could hit the floor, all the while the witch held tightly onto his hand. “ I’m sorry-” Lara blurted out, the whole thing having sucked all the breath out of her lungs, “-I didn’t think this would go so far. I’ve never kissed anyone before-do you know how to kiss?” 

Her rushed words left Sage at a loss for any. Perhaps he should have said something to her sooner about his own feelings. 

“ We don’t have to, it can be saved for another day,” He placed a hand on Lara’s back out of fear that she might pass out. 

“ No! Of course-unless you don’t want to kiss me...Of course.” Lara couldn’t help her voice changing tone like a piano, trying to balance what she wanted to happen with what appeared more likely to happen. Her stomach churned with regret and embarrassment, a good remedy for a headache that she knew was going to occur later on. 

The two ended up pausing, practically freezing in the moment; silence always seemed to bring the two back down to earth, something they both appreciated greatly. 

Sage started to lean down. Lara straightened her back and extended her neck the best she could, no matter how unnecessary. Their lips met halfway, carefully pressing together like puzzle pieces. They remained that way for a few seconds, allowed some space between them, then the couple kissed each other again more securely, their hands finding a shoulder or a jaw to hold onto. 

They remained like the statues of lovers, created by famous Greek sculptors from way back when, except they needed to separate again so they could look into each others’ eyes, no sort of awkwardness or “silliness” remained, only the love.

#ask #jealously prompt #tysm Ice! #short i sorry #a couple rings off the target of the prompt but still i hope its good #Lara Darling-Jóźwiak #Sage O'Malley

[pure-bxy]

The Fever.

just a silly little one shot written of my silly little immortal universe. not meant to be a full story, only meant to entertain a short idea i had, so it is short

characters are noah, dominique, and conrad (i do not own this character)

no content warning for this one.

word count: 755

rbs are fine, the story under the cut. i did not proof read this.

Noah was always up before any of his roommates, it was just easier that way. He would get up before the sun rose and go for a run, and then he would come back home and cook breakfast for all of his friends. He loved each and every one of them dearly, yet recently he had been.. Feeling down. 

Dominque, Noah’s angel of a friend was the first to notice. It was the subtle changes in his attitude that made her worry, and she couldn’t help but assume that he was going to go through another depressive episode. Poor Noah was prone to them, but he couldn’t help it. Life had simply dealt him a bad hand! And while things were looking up for the pure-hearted lawyer, darkness still loomed, threatening to fall at every minor inconvenience though. 

This time was different though. It almost seemed like he was yearning for something, but Dominique couldn’t figure out what on earth he didn’t have that he couldn’t just go out and buy. 

“Hey big guy. How was your morning run?” The girl asked, attempting to ease into the conversation. Noah seemed to perk up a bit at the sound of another person. He considered everyone he lived with to be his best friends, and he sure did love talking to each and every one of them! “Good morning Dominique! It was wonderful, thank you for asking. What brings you down here so early?” He glanced over his shoulder for only a moment to give the girl a quizzical look before his attention returned to the pan he had on the stove. 

Dominique leaned on the counter, letting out a gentle sigh before deciding it was better just to ask and get it out of the way. “Look, Noah, no one else is going to ask so i’ll do it. Are you doing okay? We’re all a little worried, you know?” 

Noah couldn’t help but tense at the question, unsure how to answer in a way that didn’t make him seem like a creep. He shut the stove off, eyes drifting to the ceiling for a moment. “I’m happy with how my life is right now. I am, beyond blessed to have everything I do. But, from time to time, I find myself reflecting on the things I haven’t done, or didn’t get to do.” Noah grabbed the frying pan and began to plate the food, glancing up at Dominique when she began to chuckle. 

“Did I say something amusing?” He asked, head tilted to the side slightly, confusion clear on his features. Dominique shook her head, “No, no. I’m just pretty sure I know what you mean. You want kids! A baby, don’t you, Noah?”

Noah’s face burned an embarrassing shade of red and he was quick to answer. “Stop speculating, it’s childish!” He hissed, voice lowering in shame as Dominique laughed. 

She leaned forward, offering a kind smile, though Noah knew better than to believe she had chosen to spare him a ruthless teasing. “You know..-” Noah anticipated exactly what was about to leave her lips and gasped in horror, placing a hand over his heart as if he were an old southern grandmother. He was in spirit. “Don’t you dare bring Conrad into this!”

“What not?! You’re a coward, dude! He’ll totally give you a kid if you want, I think. Just tell him that you want a baby and give him a night he’ll never forget, how could he say no?” 

Noah wanted to drop dead, and stay dead, just from this conversation. He glared at the girl sitting across from him, yanking her plate away as she went to take a scoop of eggs. “I thought you were supposed to be an angel.” His words had no malicious value, of course, Noah would never say anything out of pure meanness. 

“A fallen angel, o holy father of mine, an angel that doesn’t play by God’s rules anymore. So, are you gonna ask or just continue to suffer–” 

“Ask what?” A familiar voice rang, stopping the two of them in their tracks. Both Noah and Dominique looks to the stairs, eyes landing on the familiar form of their resident hitchhiker; Conrad. Dominique grinned from ear to ear, glancing at Noah for only a second before darting from her seat.

“Don’t you dare!” Noah yelled after her in vain, the words flooding from her mouth like a schoolgirl who had tea to spill. 

He would never hear the end of it now.

#neptune.oc #neptune.writes #funky little immortal shit #oh god #is this cringe #original universe

[calypsoff2]

Seventy Nine. Part 2

“Shoutout to Chris Brown, we got Chris in the building. Young Thug, we have an exclusive right now, shout-out to my niggas for letting me play this shit, y’all about to hear from this man very soon, remember his name Chris motherfucking Brown, this is Go Crazy” I grinned so wide, this is legit my song and it’s playing right now. I am so excited, smiling at DJ Spade. Saluting him and he did it back, feeling a hand on my wrist. Looking down and seeing Nury “congratulations!” She shouted “thank you” I mouthed, G placed his hands on my shoulder cheering “yeah, this is the vibe we want. We going to rewind this shit back” I laughed out, I am so happy. This is it, like I can’t believe my song is being played right now. Dapping Thug laughing, I couldn’t have done it without him either. I am so blessed right now; I am in my zone and I’m so happy. Winking at Nury she is so happy for me “this is so dope bro!” G said in my ear “Trips to your crib in the middle of the night I know that you miss me because I put it down right. Damn, babe” I sang along, and doing a little dance laughing, Josh patted my shoulder “Everybody think you shy but I know you a freak, Lil' baby” I pointed at Nury’ camera, they all recording now. Drinking from the whiskey bottle, shout-out to DJ Spade for this though. I don’t know how I feel about all this fame and cameras right now, turning around “I’m going back there” I said laughing walking to put the bottle down, putting the bottle down “what made you think I didn’t want a drink?” Nury said behind me “huh, I didn’t know you did, who invited you here?” Turning to her “me nigga but I wanted a drink and I see the drinks are all here on ice” nodding my head “I’m gonna call it a night though, I’ve done enough partying” her mouth fell open “why are you going? This is your party, we came out here for you” clearing my throat “I can see that” I laughed “ok, one more drink for the road? Let me pour it for you” nodding my head “don’t spike my drink now” she side eyed me “what do you think I am? A devil” she laughed, I shrugged “you never know” I joked, she walked off to pour drinks for us. She got a nice body, no wonder she is on OnlyFans but not as a nice as Robyn’ body, I can give her that for looking good but, my wife is better, and I prefer it. She is purposely bending down, so far down. She is really trying to turn me on but it isn’t working, I am looking but it ain’t going to work.

I am a little hungover for this breakfast at the hotel, I am staying at the hotel, but I don’t actually remember how I got back but I did, I made it with a bed all by myself. I had to laugh, Teyana and Nury is here at breakfast “what is this?” Dragging the chair back “family” G said, I didn’t expect this when I came down “I can see that” sitting down on the end seat away from the ladies “tired?” G asked “a little” clearing my throat, I have my shades on. Looking to the side of me as Nury sat down closer to me “morning” I laughed “morning to you too, who would have thought, we are in the same hotel” nodding my head “you look way different with no makeup on, a good thing of course. Who’s paying for this?” I pointed at the breakfast “I know I ain’t paying” I am being deadass “don’t be so frugal now, you wouldn’t really pay? I was literally willing to give you friends deal on onlyfans and you won’t pay for breakfast” I chuckled “you ain’t my wife to be paying for you” I said and we both just stared at each other “I’m sure she won’t mind and she won’t know, it’s just breakfast” she shrugged “then you can pay for breakfast then can’t you, show off that OnlyFans money off” she busted out laughing “you’re a dick” I laughed along with her “like I wouldn’t tell anyways, why would I. I know how these married women are like, especially Rihanna. I mean she kept you locked up for long, didn’t you have a thing with India?” She pointed “I didn’t have anything, she was just there but the thing is, you females say it’s low-key, but I bet a bottom dollar the whole world knows right now, I don’t trust you” Nury raised an eyebrow “and it’s not worth losing my wife and it’s not because she’s Rihanna and that she’s rich and she’s beautiful but she’s my childhood sweetheart, I love her to the moon and back. You’re beautiful, I find you attractive but no” Nury nodded her head slowly “but you would?” I chuckled “I wouldn’t, I’m a honest guy. I am being honest, I am saying you’re beautiful but what I got at home means more to me, my three daughters. My son, I ain’t willing to disappoint my daughters. I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself, I disappointed them once and I wouldn’t do that again” shaking my head “she’s lucky to have you, I’m jealous, handsome, funny, loyal. Mhmmm” she sat back on the chair “hope you find it but being on OnlyFans won’t help” she shook her head “smirking and flirting doesn’t help you know” I shrugged “take it as you like” I said to her, it’s on her not me.

Nury and I didn’t talk for the rest of the meal, we just remained silent, but I was talking to Teyana and the rest “you should be glad I bought you back to your room” Tey said “really? I don’t remember shit” Tey laughed “I am sorry but I had too, you need to check my IG story” I groaned out “oh please don’t say I did something bad and you posted it” unlocking my phone ignoring every notification and going onto her page, I am going to be so pissed if it is something that will get me in big trouble “it’s literally near the end” looking up at her “I woke up on top of my bed though” that is a good thing “yeah, yeah. We got you” G said, tapping on her story and skipping every thing and getting to the end. Squinting my eyes “put him up on the wall” G said in the video, oh I am a mess “twin about to be so mad, I need to go” I said, Teyana laughed “who the hell is twin, Chris. Wait here, your room is here. Come get in, this nigga” watching me stumble in “twin, I’m back” I was very fucked up to be thinking that “the bed nigga” G led me onto the bed and I just fell “she’s coming” looking up from the phone “who was twin? That shit was funny because you told so much about twin, you deadass thought they was in the room” I sighed out heavily “what did I say about twin? Like anything bad” I mean that is Robyn, I ain’t telling them that, unless they figure it out “you said, oh shit. You meant Rihanna? He said about she beautiful and we vibing and that she is in the other car. You spoke a lot of shit, oh wow. You on about your wife, thinking about her yeah” I shrugged “whatever” I said “you didn’t go near my room did you” I said to Nury “they left before me” I am glad “was you expecting something? You’re a sloppy drunk” shaking my head “the thing is, I wasn’t that drunk, you spiked my shit” I got up from the chair laughing “that would be a waste, I would have had sex with you and we didn’t, why do you expect the worst, I am minding my business, he is busy thinking about me” shaking my head laughing “I am going back to my room and then I am going to the studio, see y’all in the lobby in about an hour” I need to facetime Robyn, I am sure she wanted to speak to me last night, I am sure she did.

I have literally called Robyn’ phone so any times, I am going to do it one more time than I am going to get on the jet and go there, this is getting too much for me “hi dad” Rylee answered, “oh hi baby” so Rylee has picked up “where is your mom baby, why isn’t she answering?” I am confused on this “mom is with grandad; mom is really sad. She said I can talk to you” Ronald is there “oh shit” I said “Rylee, I need you to give the phone to your mom. I need to speak to her baby please” I need Rylee to pull through “ok, I will get her. Shall I say it’s very important?” nodding my head “yes please baby, I have to speak to her” I wonder if she knows about her dad, she might do if she is upset. I think she does anyways, maybe that is why she called me that late. She wanted to speak to me “mom, mommy! Mom!” she spat “yes?” Robyn said “dad said it’s very important and can you speak to him” I hope she says yes, I really need her to speak to me “ok thank you, you don’t need to stay here” Robyn said, does this mean she will be arguing with me or what “you knew about my dad” she said straight away “I did, you right but also we as a family was going through a lot Robyn, I knew months ago but my priority was you, he also agreed and he better have said he did  because he did agree with me on it, you was going through so much. I didn’t do it in a nasty way” I defended myself “he can’t be helped Chris; I am going to lose my dad and you said nothing. He is unwell, he looks so bad” she said as her voice broke “I get that, but I cared for you Robyn. I wanted you to be ok and at that moment it was me adding to your stress or letting you heal, he then wanted to accept life, I am sorry ok but you are my priority” I said, Robyn is sniffling down the phone.

I feel so bad, I really do. This is all so unfair, but it was never the right time to speak on it, how can I say it when my wife was going through shit “priority you say, looking like a total mess was you making sure I am fine, but you are having fun. Meeting new people, new females. You know Chris, living the life. Happy for you” she is going to start on me “don’t be unfair on me” Robyn laughed “I’m not, speaking as your manager Chris, you are making your wife look stupid. Are you cheating on her” frowning “with who? Who am I cheating on with? It’s you that I want, I want you. Just you always like to get all power hungry, you like to just push me, it’s you” she laughed down the phone “whoever these girls you’re hanging with is making your wife look stupid, as a manager it’s making your image as a good husband tainted, now as a manager I am saying this. Being drunk Chris, not knowing what you are doing is bad. I know everything that happens, trust me. The industry isn’t loyal, and certainly not some guy that jumped the queue, be careful out there but other than that, do as you please” she can be so infuriating at times “jump the queue because your name is Rihanna? You are some big boss ass bitch, I have come to see something out here. Not many people like you” Robyn cleared her throat; she is laughing of course “I didn’t make it to where I am being nice huh? What did you want me to do, I don’t care. You can be with my enemies, shows what you’re like if you are letting these people talk shit about me” I huffed out “right, I just want to apologise for the father thing anwyays” she put the phone down on me, of course Rihanna did that.

From Robyn: You can actually come home now can’t you really?

She is going to holler in the texts now, let me go to the lobby and leave this hotel room but let me text her back while I am.

To Robyn: Too busy cheating 😊

I mean that is what she wants to hear, she doesn’t see the bigger picture and sees how good I am towards her, she just likes to see the bad.

From Robyn: Grown ass man

To Robyn: Grown ass woman!

From Robyn: I have just heard bad news and you can’t even think to come home? Have fun…. Stay safe I guess.

I was going to text back, but she is right, I could go back, and I should go back but I have things I need to do currently. I breathed out. I miss Robyn, but I also don’t want to play to her fiddle all of the time, it is always Robyn’ way and I want it my way, it’s not like her father was ever good to her. He’s just a guy she doesn’t need to worry about anymore, but I will text her back because I will be going home after this.

To Robyn: I love you so much and I know this journey was never going to be easy, I have a few more things to do and I will be with you….. Sorry x

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Coriane recognized her mom’s tone, smiling a little bit at the overprotectiveness.  Would she listen, probably not, but she gave the other a soft smile. “I know.  You don’t trust most people in general, but I’ll stay away.”  For the most part.  She knew she’d at the very least want to meet him.  Maybe punch him if he was the monster she’d been told about.  Who knew.  “I hope he remembers more for you soon...I’m sure it’s rough, being around him and him not knowing you as well as he did.”

Smiling a little, Cori shrugged. “Well, if you ever need one I’ll gladly give you one.  Or even if you don’t ask for one apparently...you seem like you need a few.”  She nodded a bit before immediately nodding more emphatically. “You’re the best. I’m not gonna lie, Shade and I are pretty awesome kids, and you did nothing but love us and teach us how to be good human beings.  You taught me so much mom...and I never doubted whether or not you loved me. Best mom ever Mare, really.”

It was both strange and a relief to hear how well the other did know her, though she was aware of how people knew of her back home, they only knew one part of her that she had ultimately ended up let show because of wanting to get back at Maven and Elara, but even her own family didn't know her entirely anymore and Mare couldn't say that she fully knew herself either, so this was a surprise to say the least, even if this was her daughter, Mare wouldn't want to tell her too much about what has happened in the past. "I don't entirely believe that, but thanks." Mare admits with a small nod as she looks away, wanting to hide how much it did kill her to see Cal without all of his memories. "The major part of me hopes so as well, but if he could have a life without all of that trauma and to be with someone who deserves to be with him? That'd probably be better, even if I hate myself for admitting that."

She doesn't trust herself to speak at that second as she just nods her head, unsure of whether or not her nose or eyes sting first, but within a very short amount of time, she's blinking away tears and having to regain her composure in order to not cry at the fact that she's a good mom. "I don't hug much, but they're always nice when I do get one. I-your brother is named Shade?" A sob escapes as she covers her mouth, not genuinely surprised that she named her child after her brother considering the one in front of her is named after Cal's mom, but it still meant a lot considering how close she had been with her brother. "You have no idea how...amazing it is to hear that, truly, I have no doubts that I'd have been terrified to be a mom."

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He picked up the stack, and seemed pleased with the amount. Irving then sat down, as he turned his phone on silent he couldn’t help but think about how this “work meeting” was going to go. Sure he barely knew Ramon, and he lost points for lying to his face, Irving couldn’t help but keep the man at the forefront of his mind.  Irving exhaled through his nose as he turned his attention to the students in his class, as he scanned left to right he took note of two students who were having the most difficulty. The man sighed heavily as he stood back up, and walked over to them. The first student he walked up to was only about half finished. “Let’s see what you’ve done so far.” Irving commented softly. The student froze, they looked terrified but also quite finished. They handed them the paper before staring at their desk. “You’re an art student right?” he then asked as he handed it back. ***

Ramon let out a soft laugh as he finished backing up. When he moved the car forward he spoke. “Yeah, I’m not a fan either. I never really wanted to do any of this.” The man admitted. He tried to not let himself feel bothered by his circumstance, but Irving could tell he was bothered. “You wanna spend the night?” The professor asked. He had lost the urge to not open the box, and held one of his slices in his hands. The man’s eyes widened before he softened. Ramon never liked people eating in his car, but Irving looked like he was having a good time so he didn’t say anything. His expression shifted again though when he heard the question. “You’re asking me if I could spend the night?” He asked. Irving nodded his head as he ate his slice, after he finished the bite in his mouth he spoke. “What’s the point in being polite if we aren’t supposed to be doing this in the first place?” the professor did nothing to hide the matter of fact tone he took; largely due to the high, but they were going to come out marked regardless, so no point in trying to do things the “right way”. ***

At that moment he got a phone call from “Khuno”. When he answered it, it was a video call. “Hey Irv! I just wanted to call to check in, and say hello.” A woman began. Her umber brown skin glistened in the sunlight, her shoulder length braids were decorated with gold and silver accents. She wore a pink floral pattern bathing suit, and behind her was a stunning beach vista. Off to her left, lively conversations can be heard as well as the sound of food grilling.  ***

Sitting hunched over in a dark, and moody living Cirris stared into his phone. Across from him was a woman about his age, but a shade darker. She had shaggy brown hair, and while she wore a plain sweatsuit, the poise and grace she held came from her years of modeling. A dejected expression brought her face down, and then shook her head and groaned. “What are we gonna do Cirris?” She asked. Part of her wanted to cry, but the other half wanted to punch her older brother in the face.  ***

His eye twitched at the sight. “I’ll let him know.” The man stated coolly. As he got out his phone he could feel the assistant’s perceived stare. He quickly typed up a message, and after he hit send Ramon released a breath he had been holding. Irving responded seconds later. “He said he’s coming back to get it.” Ramon stated. Conner nodded his head. “Excellent. I’ve been meaning to introduce myself, and as I am your assistant now it’s important for your employees to see us as a unit.” He explained. 

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[captain-buckyyy]

plaything ⭒ part two

summary: bucky’s innocence is just too much for you to resist

pairing: virgin!bucky x reader

word count: 3.1k

warnings: sub!bucky, swearing, bucky eats reader out, sex, reader call bucky 'pretty boy', sexting

a/n: this part 2 of 2 so i've hoped you've enjoyed this mini series!

⭒ PART ONE ⭒

Bucky’s not sure how this has happened, he’s never done this before and for some reason, he can’t quite figure out why. It feels like he’s finally started living life, his whole body lit up, the fire inside rumbling on.

“Fuck,” he breathes out into the darkness.

His hand wraps around his cock gliding over the skin, twisting and tugging and he lets out a loud groan. Bucky hadn’t expected the night to go like this but then he received a DM on Instagram from you and he couldn’t resist the urge to look at it. Bucky’s jaw dropped the moment he saw your naked body plastered across the screen of his phone.

His eyes haven’t left the sight of you since, one hand clutches his phone eyes stuck on your body as he fucks himself with his hand. “Oh, holy fuck!” Bucky exclaims as he gets closer and closer, teetering off the edge. He scrolls down with his spare hand, eyes focused on the following words in his DMS: Can’t wait to fuck myself on your cock.

The words loop around his mind and then his white-hot cum is spilling from his thick cock, over his hand. His chest rises and fall as he breathes heavy, trying to come down from his explosive orgasm; it’s nothing compared to how you made him cum. Bucky can’t stop thinking about - your lips wrapped around his cock, the warmth and wetness of your tongue gliding across the tip making his legs shiver and tremble in pleasure.

Bucky drops his phone, his fingers running through his hair and he takes a long deep breath. His eyes drop to his cock and an idea forms in his head, he’s not the type of person to even think about such an idea yet alone, go through with it but you’ve corrupted him. Bucky’s been achingly hard for five days since he last saw you and now he just wants you to see what you’ve done to him.

He snaps the picture quickly and presses send trying his best not to let the anxiety eating away at him consume him.

The moment the notification pops up on your phone screen you’re incredibly intrigued, you hadn't expected him to respond so your interest is immediately peaked. The moment you open your phone, wetness pools in between your legs, slick gathering and tumbling down your thighs.

You hadn’t expected this: a photo of Bucky’s hand wrapped around his cock and covered in his cum with the caption: I wanna fuck you so bad.

“Oh shit!” you exclaim, smirking to yourself. It seems you’ve already gotten to him and his innocence and you aren’t even done with him yet.

Before you can even really process it, your fingers are typing rapidly and then you’re pressing send.

Bucky’s eyes bulge out of his head when he reads your message: Then come here and let me fuck you, I’m waiting. His phone then pings and a new photo loads on his screen, your soaking wet pussy and your fingers plunged deep within your heat.

Bucky swears he’s gonna pass out, he’s never seen such a beautiful sight. He wants to bury himself in you, his cock plunged so deep inside you, your walls wrapped around him clinging to his cock like a vice. He wants the taste of you on his tongue, dripping from his lips.

He reads your message over and over, he wants to think you’re joking but he knows you’re being serious. Bucky thinks over it, his mind overthinking swirling with thoughts. He hadn’t expected you to want him after his confession, Dot had practically tossed him to the side when he had revealed he was a virgin and wanted to take things slow because he was scared and anxious about having sex.

It all feels so surreal; you want him, you’re dripping wet for him, telling him to come fuck you.

“Fuck what do I do?” Bucky asks himself. He’s always had a thing for you, every time he’s around you he turns a deep shade of pink and every time you speak to him he feels like a schoolgirl talking to their crush.

The thought resonates in his mind, staying there permanently as it dawns upon him: he wants you, he wants to please you, make you cum and let you fuck him, take his virginity and make him yours.

Bucky can’t quite believe what he’s doing but he replies: Okay, I’m coming.

You laugh at his message, not believing his words but then twenty minutes later there’s a knock at your door and when you open it, it’s Bucky standing before you smiling sheepishly at you scratching the back of his neck. “Hey,” he says, barely above a whisper, anxiety wracking his body as he slowly lifts his head to look at you. You’re wearing pyjama shorts and a vest so thin he can see the hardened peaks of your nipples through the material. Bucky’s floored, you look beautiful, like a real-life goddess.

Your eyes meet his, a smirk dancing on your features. “Hey, Bucky,” you say stepping forward and wrapping your arms around his neck.

Bucky doesn’t expect your next move, your soft lips press against him, fingers curling in his hair tugging gently and slipping your tongue in his mouth when his lips part to let out a soft moan at the feel of you tugging at his hair.

Bucky’s addicted to the taste of you, you’re so sweet against his lips, he could kiss you forever. No girl has made him feel like this, Dot never excited him as much as you do, she never kissed in and made him instantly hard beyond belief.

When you pull back, all hair has been knocked from his lungs and then Bucky’s breathing again and it feels like he’s taking his first-ever breath and it’s glorious. Your head rests against his, a smile across your features as you listen to Bucky’s heavy breaths. “You’re so sweet,” you coo, fingers playing with his hair before you press a kiss to his cheek.

“Did you miss me?” you tease, pulling back to take Bucky in. Your eyes trail his body and land on the noticeable bulge in the sweatpants he pulled on quickly before he practically rushed to your house.

“Is your brother here?” he asks, ignoring your question. His eyes flitter around nervously in case your brother comes around the corner and sees him standing there hard as a rock.

You smirk, hands coming to rest atop his chest. “No, it’s just me and you, baby boy,” you say, delighting in the way he shivers in response to your words.

“Fuck!” he breathes, a hand running through his hair.

Your hands find the curve of his cheek, thumb rubbing the skin tenderly. “Don’t worry, sweetie, I’m gonna take care of you,” you coo before pressing a brief kiss to his pink lips.

The small contact has Bucky whining for more. “My poor boy,” you coo in fake sympathy, hands trailing down to his neck. “Just let me take care of you, I’m gonna fuck you so good, pretty boy,” you say before pressing kisses against his cheek.

“Just let me take care of you,” you repeat against his cheek.

Bucky closes his eyes, your words swirling around in his mind. His cock aches, he’s been so hard for so long and he just wants you to touch him and take care of him. He wants to finally feel you wrapped around him and he knows soon you’re gonna give him everything he wants.

Bucky nods, eyes still closed; images of you fucking him so good he cums hard and heavy looping in his brain. You take your hand and put it in his, he clutches your hand squeezing it tightly as you lead him up the stairs to your bedroom. The moment Bucky enters the threshold of your room, his brain is flooded with the memories of you on your knees, your wet lips wrapped around his cock. A shiver runs down Bucky’s spine at the memories, his cock stirring in his sweatpants at the images of you on your knees for him.

“Sit on the bed, sweetie” you instruct and just as you expect, he does exactly as you say.

Bucky sits on the edge of your bed, hands in his lap, looking up expectantly at you. “Good boy,” you praise and instantly his face goes red blushing at the compliment.

You move so that your legs are settled on either side of Bucky’s thighs, your arms instantly wrapping around his neck. You press your lips to his before Bucky can even ask what you’re doing, he’s not used to having someone in control, some who makes the first move. Dot had expected him to be a man and kiss her first and fuck her but Bucky wanted none of those things; he wanted this: he wanted someone to make the first move, someone to kiss him hard and tell him what a good boy he is.

Bucky follows you, let’s you dominate, your lips moving languidly against his. Your fingers tug at his hair, he let outs deep moans swallowed by your lips on his. Bucky can’t help himself, his cock is achingly hard beneath you and he’s too lost and consumed in the feeling of your tongue inside him that his hips thrust up against you on their own accord.

You’re not shocked, Bucky’s just the neediest pretty boy and you love it. You move your hips against his, meeting his thrusts; his clothed cock nudges against your clit over the thin pyjama shorts you’re wearing. You can’t help but moan into his lips, tugging harder at his hair as you continue to grind on his cock.

Bucky’s lips pull away from yours, forehead against you, “Oh fuck!” he groans as you tug harder on his hair, your clothed pussy coming down hard against his bulge.

“You’re so hard,” you mock and Bucky doesn’t quite understand why your words go straight to his cock.

“You wanna be good for me?” you ask and when he doesn’t answer immediately you tug harshly on his hair making Bucky yelp in a blurred mix of pain and pleasure.

“Yes, so much,” he replies desperately wanting to do anything to please you.

Your hand finds his cheek as you ask him, “Bucky, sweetie, have you ever eaten a girl out?”

He shakes his head, cheeks turned pink in sheer embarrassment before he drops his head down. You lift his head, fingers tucking under his chin and pulling him to look at you. “Don’t be embarrassed, pretty boy. I know you’ll do so good for me,” you say before pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.

You get off his lap, removing your shorts and lay on the bed. “Come here, pretty boy,” you coo and you spread your legs. Bucky settles himself between your wide legs and he nearly combusts at the sight he’s met with: your pussy is shining with wetness, your slick is coating your thighs and Bucky can’t stop himself. He doesn’t know what comes over him but when he sees your overwhelming wetness, he dives right in, his tongue lapping up at wetness on your thighs. The moment he tastes you on his tongue, Bucky swears it feels like taking drugs for the first time; he’s instantly hooked and knows he won’t be able to live without the sticky sweet taste of you on his tongue.

The moment you feel his tongue come into contact with your pussy, a moan tears itself from your throat. You thought you would have to coach him, teach him how to make you cum but Bucky’s so hungry for you, he’s moving with his primal instincts. Bucky’s tongue moves gently and nervously over your folds and clit before his tongue presses down onto the sensitive bundles of nerves, making you shudder out a moan. Your head falls back against the bed as you moan, Bucky smirks to himself before slightly before quickening his movements, his tongue and lips moving with passion as your hands slither down to his hair latching onto his locks and tugging on them each time you want more of him. After a few moments, Bucky catches up and what you want and gives you exactly what you want, going so hard all you can do is scream as his tongue leaves you wrecked, a complete mess moaning his name.

Bucky may not have done this before and he’s too embarrassed to admit he’s cum many times late at night watching porn to learn how to please you. His hand presses tightly on your abdomen as you writhe above him, his lips sucking harshly against your clit his teeth grazing lightly over the soon-to-be sensitive flesh. You’re shocked, who know such a pretty boy could be so dirty?

You jerk against Bucky eliciting a deep groan from his plump pink lips. Bucky pulls you closer, his lips and tongue hitting deeper into your pussy as you grip and grasp aimlessly at the sheets of the bed.

“You’re doing so good for me, pretty boy. You gonna make me cum?” you ask and Bucky briefly unattaches his lips from your sensitive clit.

“Yes,” he all but whines as he watches a gush of wetness ooze out of your pussy. He’s made you this wet and Bucky feels pride swell in his chest at the thought of making you happy and making you cum.

“Good boy,” you coo as Bucky dives back in, lips wrapping around your clit, sucking harshly. Your legs shake and tremble with each ministration of his tongue. You grab onto his hair, pushing him closer as your hips thrust up practically riding his face.

“Fuck!” you exclaim as you feel the familiar knot tighten in your stomach.

Your orgasm wracks through, your body trembling against your mattress. Once, you’ve slightly recovered, you lean up to look at Bucky; his mouth is shining with your slick, his eyes wild with lust.

He looks at you sheepishly when he catches your eye, “Did I do good?” he asks nervously.

You smile up at him, moving to sit on your knees. “So good, pretty boy. I’m so proud of you,” you say before closing the gap between you and pressing your lips to his. You moan the moment the taste of you hits your tongue, you kiss him so hard Bucky can barely keep up.

When you pull back, he’s in a daze, his mind is blank and his cock is so hard, straining against the material of his sweatpants. “Are you ready, pretty boy?” you ask, hands reaching out to cup the bulge in his sweatpants. Bucky instantly groans the moment your palm comes into contact with his clothed cock.

“Please, I need to feel you,” he whimpers full of desperation.

“You’re ready for my pussy?” you ask, palming his cock and delighting in the way sweet little whimpers leave Bucky’s lips.

“Yes, god, please. I need you to fuck me,” he whines, hands balling into fists in discomfort at how hard his cock is, he just wants to be inside you.

“Lay down and take your clothes off sweetie. I’m gonna take care of you,” he does as you say and you quickly crawl over to him before pulling off your vest. Your hands rest upon his thighs, the close proximity of your touch to his cock, sends waves of electricity across his body.

He whines, trembling on the mattress as you come to hover over him. You grab ahold of his hard cock, guiding his tip to your soaking entrance. The moment you sink yourself down on him, just by an inch Bucky is moaning wildly, sheets balled in his fists as you slowly take all of him in.

“You’re doing so good for me,” you coo before you bottom out on his cock.

Bucky can barely breathe, you’re so wet and warm around his cock, he’s never felt anything so heavenly. Your pussy is so tight, wrapped around him and Bucky can barely hold on, he’s been on the edge of cumming the moment he laid his eyes on your wet pussy. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he chants as you start to move up and down his fat cock.

Bucky’s eyes never leave your boobs as they bounce wildly up and down as you move up and down his cock quickly gathering pace. You take it easy on him, not going too fast because the poor boy looks like he’s ready to burst. “Oh, holy shit!” Bucky moans as you roll your hips.

His moans go straight to your pussy, Bucky feels his cock get wetter from your pussy and he doesn’t know if he can do this any longer. He doesn’t want to embarrass himself and cum when you’ve barely begun but you just feel too good wrapped around him.

Your pussy clenches around his cock, walls tightening around him as you start playing with your nipples grinding against his fat cock. “You’re so big, baby. You’re stretching me so good, pretty boy,” you moan as you twist your nipples and grind against him.

“Fuck!” he whines, your praise pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

“You want me to go faster, sweetie,” you ask and Bucky can barely string a sentence along, he attempts to speak but gives in to the trance you’ve put him in. He nods whining before you give him what he wants.

You bounce up and down his cock so fast, his cock going so deep in you all you can do is moan. “You feel so good,” you praise and Bucky trembles beneath you.

“Please,” he whines, clutching the sheets so tight, his knuckles have gone white.

You continue with your pace, bouncing rapidly up and down his length. You clench around his cock and Bucky lets out a sound resembling a scream and fuck if it isn’t the hottest thing you’ve ever heard.

“Pretty boy, cum for me. Cum all in my pussy,” you command, Bucky barely hears you too lost in the feel of you wrapped around him. Your walls tighten against his fat cock as you bounce up and down, your boobs moving wildly.

Bucky whines loudly as his white-hot cum shoots inside your pussy. Bucky’s practically half-asleep beneath you as he comes down from his orgasm but the moment the warmth of your pussy leaves his cock. You press a small kiss to his cheek once you’ve settled down beside him, “you did so good for me, pretty boy,” you praise, earning a whimper from Bucky in response.

“Rest, sweetie, you need your sleep because I’m not done with you.” you watch as slowly fall asleep plotting all the ways you’re going to make him come apart when he wakes up.

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First Time for Everything

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader Summary: Mikey is your best friend, and you have an unfortunate crush on his older brother, Gerard. When you discover that Gerard likes you too, it leads to an afternoon of exploration. (aka high school!au with super virgin basement!gerard) Warnings: NSFW content Tags: oral sex, mega virgin!gerard Word Count: 2306 A/N: I literally hate this with every fiber of my being but I was too far in to quit. Gonna go write some relatively kinky shit to validate myself.

Today was Friday, and arguably the best day of the week, especially for you. Every Friday after school, you would walk home with your friend Mikey, and spend the rest of the day at his house, watching movies and eating junk food. You weren’t very popular, but you did have a small circle of friends outside of him who would always try to tell you that high school is the best years of your life, and you should be out doing something fun. To you, “something fun” meant spending time with Mikey, and sometimes his brother Gerard.

Gerard was a year older than you two, but he didn’t think of you as little kids, unlike the other seniors. He was quiet, and spent a lot of time in his room, only emerging if Mikey coaxed him out. He also happened to be very cute. You wanted to hold his hand and kiss him softly, watching for the pretty shade of pink that had dusted his cheeks any time he spoke to you. You weren’t sure if he was shy around everyone or just you, but it didn’t matter. Even if he liked you too, Mikey was your best friend and you couldn’t just date his older brother.

The sound of the bell ringing woke you from your daydreams, and you haphazardly tossed your schoolwork into your bag, rushing to your locker to meet Mikey. You heard footsteps stop next to you, but instead of your friend, you were face-to-face with his brother.

“Mikey got picked up for a doctor’s appointment a little while ago,” he told you, fiddling with the straps of his backpack. “He didn’t remember it until today, so he asked if I could walk with you instead? I drove here though, so we wouldn’t be walking, and you don’t have to if you don’t want to. You could come over later once he’s home or something, I know adults always say not to get into strangers’ cars-”

You stifled a laugh as he rambled, staring at the floor as he went on. “A ride would be great, thank you. And you’re not a stranger, you’re my friend.”

He looked slightly surprised, “We’re friends?”

“Do you want to be more than that?” you joked, and his head shot up, eyebrows raising slightly. “What?”

“I’m kidding,” you said as you began heading towards the doors of the school, Gerard trailing behind you. You almost missed the faint frown on his face as he mumbled an “oh”, and you had to bite back a grin as you walked outside. This could be fun.

Neither of you spoke until you got into the car, and he started apologizing profusely for the mess, which was really only a few snack wrappers and school papers.

The ride to his house was filled with the low hum of the radio, mixed with a slightly awkward conversation about school and other mundane things. You wanted him to open up a bit, maybe get him to touch on a topic he was passionate about. Mikey had told you that he was really into comics, so you ran with that.

“Mikey said you like comics,” you said, more as an offhand comment with hopes of him expanding on it.

“He did?” he turned to look at you, a small smile ghosting across his face. You nodded your head and the next thing you knew he was chatting away about a new series he was reading.

It was sweet how happy he was to be talking about something he enjoyed, even more because you were interested in what he had to say.

When you pulled into the driveway, he got out first, scooting around to the passenger side to open the door for you. He blushed that same pretty pink as you smiled at him, following him inside.

“Do you want to do something while you wait for Mikey? I can stay up here if you want, not that I don’t trust you or anything, you’ve been coming over forever, but I wouldn’t want you to be lonely.” The awkward rambling returned, and so did the urge to kiss him. “C’mon, let’s go see what’s on TV.” You made a bold move and held his hand as you pulled him into the living room, his mouth opening and closing, wanting to say something but the words were caught in his throat.

He kept some distance between the two of you, fumbling a bit as he reached for the remote. It was almost funny how flustered he got over something as simple as hand-holding, and you were honestly wondering if he’d even spoken to a girl before. 

You could feel his eyes on you, but yours stayed glued to the television. It was a cartoon you’d never seen before, and you really had no interest in it, but it felt nice to have him watching you. It wasn’t creepy like most guys, more like endearing. This continued for about five minutes and you figured he had spaced out or something, but when you turned to look at him, he whipped his head away.

A small laugh escaped you and he buried his face in his hand, embarrassed that he was caught despite how blunt his staring was. You shifted to face him, leaning against the arm of the couch, and stared right back at him. He frowned a bit, “Why are you staring at me?”

“Because I think you’re pretty,” you said, and his eyes squinted questionably. “Have you ever kissed someone before?”

“What?!” he looked floored, and for a moment you thought you’d overstepped. You raised an eyebrow at him, and he shook his head almost shamefully. “Do you want to?”

He was silent for a moment, shock scribbled across his face. After a moment he nodded but remained glued to his seat. You moved over to him, placing his hands on your hips, one of yours resting against his cheek, the other on his chest. He looked nervous as you leaned in, but didn’t back away.

He tensed a bit as you kissed him, unsure of what to do, but he did some damn good improv by the end of it. His eyes fluttered open as you pulled away, lips still parted as you caressed his skin. Everything about him was soft and warm, and it made you feel that way as well.

Finally, he found the ability to speak. “Can we do that again?”

He had a better idea of what to do the second time around, kissing back tenderly, and relaxing a bit. Cautiously, you slid your hand through his hair, tugging lightly, and a quiet moan rolled off his tongue. He broke away and you retracted your hands, getting ready to apologize, but he beat you to it.

“Sorry,” he pouted, eyebrows knitted together in worry. “I didn’t mean to... moan.” He cringed a bit as he said it, but you assured him that it was alright.

“Hey, you don’t have to apologize. If you’re moaning, that means I’m doing something right,” you told him, and he nodded in understanding.

“You’re doing everything right.” He smiled at you, and butterflies swarmed your stomach. You glanced at the clock behind him; only fifteen minutes had passed, and there was no sign of Mikey. 

Shit, Mikey.

You hated killing the moment, especially with how much more you were willing to give him, but he was probably thinking the same thing anyway.

“What about Mikey?” you asked, and his smile dropped. “Oh shit, you guys are together?!” He was struck with panic and immediately moved away from you, looking absolutely horrified.

“No! God no, Gerard.” You reached for his hand, which he reluctantly gave to you. “I mean that I’ve liked you for ages, I just didn’t think this far in advance. Mikey never said ‘hey! don’t fuck my brother!’ but I don’t want him to freak out anyway.”

He turned cherry red as you spoke, “Don’t what my brother?”

Oh. That wasn’t supposed to come out. You were mortified, stomach churning with anxiety and embarrassment as he stared at you, begging for you to elaborate. “Fuck, no, well yeah, but no, I didn’t mean to say that,” you stammered. “I mean I would if you wanted to, but we just kissed so I’m not really counting on getting laid today.”

He pondered your response for a few seconds before giving his own. “You think about me like that?” You nodded slowly, knowing you had brought this on yourself. “I think about you like that sometimes,” he told you, studying you closely.

You slowly regained your confidence, now knowing that he wasn’t uncomfortable with anything, just a bit sheepish. You pulled him back over to you, his eyes flickering down to your lips again.

“Yeah?” you breathed, gazing at him through your lashes. “Yeah,” he mumbled, and this time he kissed you.

It was different from the other two, there was a trace of neediness in it. Tentatively, he pulled you into his lap, placing his hands back on your waist and squeezing ever so gently. Your arms draped around his neck, occasionally moving them to run your hands through his hair.

He whined as you tugged on it again, and you took the opportunity to slide your tongue past his lips, another moan escaping him. You went slowly, not using too much, swirling it against his as he let you lead. Everything was new to him, and boy, was he enjoying it. 

You left sweet kisses on his neck, sucking softly on his pale skin, knowing full well that the bruises would be obvious later. He shifted beneath you, trying to subtly relieve the discomfort in his jeans. Unfortunately for him, his hard-on was rubbing right up against your thigh, making his actions incredibly clear.

“You don’t have to do anything,” he mumbled, and you lifted your head to look at him. “Do you want me to stop?” you asked, getting ready to climb off his lap. “No! No, sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. I just don’t want you to feel like you have to do something, y’know?”

God, he was so sweet. “Hey, you’re not forcing me to do anything,” you told him, pressing your lips to his jaw. “Ever gotten a blowjob before?”

“I hadn’t even been kissed before today and you think I’ve had one?” He stared at you incredulously, and you shrugged your shoulders. “I’m all for unconventional relationships.”

“No, I haven’t had a blowjob before,” he said, glaring at you playfully. Snickering, you raised your hands in mock defense. “Then I’m honored to give you your first.” He shifted once again, and you finally slid down to the floor.

He probably could’ve come at the mere sight of you on your knees, mouth falling open as you took off his jeans. His boxers were tight, erection practically begging to be set free. He was big, there was no doubt about it.

You kissed up his thighs and stroked him gently over the fabric before tugging it down, watching as his head tipped back at the lightest of touches. You paused as his dick sprung free, “You’re pretty.” He looked down at you, confused, breath catching in his throat as he saw the way you looked at him; every part of him. His dick was thick and pale, tip a deep blush, leaking with precum, and just as pretty as the rest of him. He hissed as you wrapped a hand around him, your tongue darting out to taste him. You swirled it teasingly, jerking him just as slow, while he fought the urge to buck into your mouth.

You pitied him a bit after he mumbled an almost inaudible “please”, and finally took him into your mouth. He kept one hand on the back of your head, the other clenched in a tight fist. His hips jumped a few times, sending him farther down your throat than you would’ve liked, but with each movement came a curse and a mumbled apology. A chorus of moans spilled out of him as he got closer to coming, and you wondered why you hadn't done this sooner.

You picked up the pace while he writhed beneath you, and the way your name fell from his lips had you moaning around him too. He looked beautiful, all flushed and disheveled, groaning loudly as he came down your throat.

His chest heaved as you pulled off of him, bottom lip caught between his teeth as you cleaned him up, leaving a small kiss on the head before tucking him away. He looked at you confused as you sat back on the couch, “You didn’t get to...” His voice trailed off at the end, and you laughed lightly at his shyness. “It’s okay, Mikey will probably be back soon. If it means that much to you though, I could sneak downstairs tonight. You know he passes out before midnight.”

He beamed at you, content with your plan, and brushed his thumb across your lips, still a bit wet and swollen from your previous activities. “Thank you for doing that,” he said before pressing his mouth to yours, already more comfortable than he had been at school. You gave him a peck on the cheek as he pulled away, watching as they tinged pink and he looked anywhere but you.

After a couple of minutes, you heard a car pull into the driveway, and it was time for him to disappear downstairs again. “I’ll see you tonight, yeah?” he asked, already knowing the answer. “Not if you don’t get your ass downstairs,” you grinned, pushing him off the couch. He blew you a kiss as he walked away, your smile only widening. Gerard Way was going to be the death of you.

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