#OKAAAAYYYYY LET’S GO!!!

[zaraomarrogers]

Always and Forever - 15

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem reader

Warning: Angst, mention of murder and drug - Minors do not interact

The living room was almost hushed, the only soft sound stirring the quietness was

occurred when Steve turned the page of the memory book. He was looking at the pictures again while Y/n was asleep on the same couch. Her head was placed on the cushion over his lap, face hidden in his clothed abs. He was gently stroking her hair, letting her rest against him. He quietly chuckled looking at the picture of fifteen months old Malcolm taking the draw string of Y/n’s jogger pants in his mouth while she was cooking something. In the next picture he was clinging to Y/n’s leg like koala bear, making a crying face. Y/n was laughing down at her little boy’s antics. He smiled at her picture and then looked at the sleeping form of Y/n. He gently traced the features of her face with his index finger, his heart brimming with love for her and only her. His phone buzzed on the coffee table making Y/n stirred a little. He picked it up to see a text message from Wanda informing him that her and Bucky will drop by later with dinner. He quickly typed okay and almost sat up quickly. It was Malcolm’s pick-up time from the day care.

“Hey, Y/n wake up.” He softly caressed her forehead. After a couple more times, she started opening her eyes.

“Steve.” She moaned lightly, stretching and hiding her face into his torso.

Steve sighed deeply. It took everything in him not to take her on that damn couch. It took all his self control to not think about loving on her, worship every inch of her skin  and keep doing it until they both were completely spent.

“Sweetheart, I gotta go pick Mal up. Its almost quarter past two.” He spoke in a soft loving voice.

“Oh, I’m sorry. How long have I been out.” Y/n sat up with a speed, knocking off few things from the couch including his phone.

“Oh shit! I’m so – “

“Hey it’s alright, relax. Just relax.” He smiled.

“How long have I been asleep? Why didn’t you wake me up before?”

“About an hour or so. And you deserve a good rest. I’m glad that you found me comfortable enough to fall asleep.” His tone was filled with humour. They both fell into soft laughter.

“I’ve been meaning to ask something....” Steve wavered, looking straight into her beautiful eyes.

“Mhm...” She smiled.

“Would it be okay if I – we celebrate Mal's birthday at my house? I mean, if you’re okay with it?!”  

“That would be perfect, Steve. I thought of doing a little setup in the backyard, nothing concrete just idea but if we do it at your house, it’ll be great. You have bigger indoor space, double the size of backyard and most importantly, Mal would be so happy. Thank you for offering.” She genuinely seemed happy. “I’m gonna have to start preparing everything because its only couple weeks away.”

“You don’t have to do it all by yourself. I’m here, we’ll do it together.”

“Well, as long as you listen to me, we can manage doing it together.”

Steve chuckled, “you know I do whatever you ask me to do.”

“ ‘cause for some reason you decide not taking up the challenge.” She laughed resting her head against the back of the couch.  

“Really Y/n? Some reason?” he said with playfulness.

She just shrugged and laughed again. A comfortable silence fell over both of them.

“Buck and Wanda will come over for dinner.” He informed her.

“Okaaaayyyyy.” She dragged, “they’ll probably bring food too.” She yawned.

“Yeah, she told me they would. What do you wana eat in lunch? Want me to bring something?”

“Tacos. I’m craving for ‘em.”

“From any specific place?” Steve stood up, putting his phone in his jeans pocket he put on his shoes.

“There’s a place two blocks down from Mal's centre. Their tacos are delicious. I’ll order in, you just have to pick ‘em up.”

Y/n walked behind him through the hallway towards the main door.

As Steve left the house, she closed the door and sighed. Her mind wandered back to the words her sister’s email carried, her natural instinct of protecting Steve from any hurt and heart break just got coupled. Two more days till dad comes, she reminded herself.

Once Malcom and Steve were home, they had lunch together and spent rest of the afternoon watching Malcolm’s favourite movie Buzz lightyear. Malcolm was elated to have his mama back playing and having fun with him. Steve had become a constant of his life, his energy with both his parents around was exuding in the form of running around the house, climbing up the furniture as hearty laughter filled the space. 

 Wanda and Bucky came earlier than expected and brought sea food platter from one of Y/n's favourite restaurant. Malcolm was fully engage with Steve and Bucky, more like climbing up Steve’s shoulders and try to tackle him. The living room was in shambles and the boys were hollering over something when Wanda cornered Y/n quietly.

“Spill!” Wanda sat on one of the bar chair in the kitchen.

Y/n only raised an eye brow, licking the spoon full of Nutella.

“Whatever it is you think you can hide and stress over, just say it please.” Wanda was serious, Y/n huffed and sat beside her. She pulled out her phone from her pocket and show her Peggy’s email while also glancing over her shoulder to see the boys still actively making a mess.

“This shit is serious, Y/n. She’s admitting that Steve was drugged.” Wanda covered her mouth with her hand looking disbelievingly towards Y/n who just nodded and smiled sadly.

“I can’t even tell him that he didn’t do anything, that... he’s innocent.”

“He deserves to know.”

“I know, and I more than anything want to tell him but .. I just want to double check with dad about the info she’s given... about my mom and Steve’s dad. There’s no way I can put him through this. He’s already been through a lot, Wan.”

“Yeah, I can’t even imagine.” Wanda sadly looked over at Steve. “You both went through hell. I don’t even know if I should be mad at your mother or your sister. I’m sorry Y/n, I wish I could take away some of your stress. How are you keeping up Y/n/n?”

Y/n laughed dryly, “I don’t know. I honestly don’t know Wan. My thoughts are all over the place. But you know the scary part, that I – I just want to begin again with him, with nothing in between us. My heart, my mind, my body – nothing is in my control and it is terrifying me. I kinda kissed him today...”

“Y/n!” Wanda gasped.

“I know! I know Wanda, I know. He’s been here for past few days, taking care of me and Malcolm and I just couldn’t hold myself back. I’m starting to get used to of him around me... it felt like all those years ago when we were together. Its like, finally be able to live a dream. And I don’t want to wake up.”

“I understand.” Wanda smiled rubbing Y/n’s forearm gently, reminiscing the time when Bucky and her started dating, four months in and Bucky asked her to move in with him. She’d loved Bucky from afar but when he moved to Boston and they started hanging out a lot because of Y/n, she finally got the courage to ask him out on a date. Well, Y/n pushed her to make a move on him otherwise she’d chickened out very easily.

“He didn’t kiss me back.” Y/n frowned bringing Wanda out of her thoughts. “Told me that I have a boyfriend.” Her frowned deepened.

“That you have, sweet sister.” Wanda said in a matter of fact tone.

Y/n sighed frustratedly, “I think I made a hasty decision on agreeing to date Andy...”

“Excuse me!” Wanda cut her off. “It took you four years to finally let someone in in your life romantically, Y/n.”

“I know Wan. Its just...” She sighed again, “.... just, he’s a good person and I don’t want to drag him in my mess. I asked him to take things slow. Andy and I have kissed couple a times but with Steve spending time here – this, all of this feels normal, I just want to get past those four hellish years and... be his. I just want to be his. And I know it’s infantile way of dealing things but I don’t know what to do.”

“Does the letter from Peggy change the way you think about Steve now?”

“No! I mean, letter just confirmed the doubt that dad and I had but it hasn’t changed what I feel for Steve. I’m dating a very good man but I want to be with another man who happens to be my ex. I just feel disgusted about myself.”

“No Y/n, don’t think like that. You and Steve had a history. You’ve known each other all your lives. The love you two have for each other is so powerful and  undeniable. The life you’ve shared together is the truth of your being. What you’re feeling is normal, Y/n/n. You just have to come to terms with your own heart. Make a decision.” A genuine smile spread across Wanda’s face as she squeezed Y/n’s arm lightly.

“Thanks Wan.”

“Anytime sister.” After a pause she continued, “Just know that I’m always here for you. Whatever you decide, whoever you pick, I’ve got your back.”

“I know. And I can’t tell how grateful I am.”

The conversation between the sisters flowed with few giggles and bewildered gasps over work gossip. Malcolm came running to Y/n after a while, sitting on her lap he circled his tiny arms around her neck kissing his mama on the nose.

“Mama, tummy huwt.” He whispered. “I poopy.”

“Uh oh, let’s go baby. Let’s get you to the bathroom.” She stood up with Malcolm in her arms. Wanda laughed patting Malcolm’s bum lightly.

 

 

“Wassup punk?” Bucky wiggled his eyebrows as Malcolm ran towards where Y/n and Wanda were sitting and chatting. Steve leaned against the couch, his feet resting on the coffee table. He shrugged at Bucky ignoring his meaningful gaze and looked towards Y/n making a beeline towards bathroom with Malcolm in her arms.

“Need help?” He hollered.

“Oh no, no thank you.” Came Y/n’s reply. He could feel the eye roll in her voice. He chuckled lightly and glared at Bucky who had just cleared his throat loudly.

“What is with you?” Steve asked.

“Exactly! What is with you? You’re glowing.”

“What does that suppose to mean?”

“You know what I mean, Steve. Seriously punk, I’m your best friend - your brother. I can’t believe you’d not tell me.” Bucky said dramatically.

“Tell you what?”

“You and Y/n! Are you two.... ohhhh that explains the glow on your face. You’re laughing more today, grumpy Steve is nowhere to be seen. Damn it man, you’re getting laid. Aren’t ya?” Bucky teased Steve, the humour in his voice made Steve throw the pillow at him.

“Woah, easy punk.” Bucky dodged the throw pillow. “It was a joke, now seriously, you two are....”

“Friends! We are friends again Buck. If that’s what you want to know.”

Bucky rested his back against the couch, raising an eyebrow at Steve. Taking a hint, Steve told him vaguely about his conversation with Y/n and how it made him happy but also he felt something was off.

“I don’t know Buck. I just... I think she’s holding something back. I don’t know what it is but it’s just something I can see in her eyes.”

“You’re over thinking Steve.”

“No, I’m not Buck. I can feel it.”

“Why can’t you just be happy that she is back in your life, as friends for now, but I know both of you too damn well. You two will go hell and back to be with each other. So just chill and relax. And if you get lucky, she might agree on being more than friends.” Bucky winked at Steve. A throw pillow landed straight on his face causing him to curse Steve out loud.

Malcolm came running out from the bathroom and straight into Steve’s side, wrapping his small arms around his dad's larger frame.  Steve hold him upside down, gently throwing him on the couch, living room was filled with giggles of little boy.

Dinner went by reminiscing and laughing over their old stories. Bucky usually cracking ‘the’ jokes to make Y/n blush and Steve glare at him. Y/n told Steve that Malcolm didn’t like spicy food and he had similar taste in food as Steve when he took a bite of Chili lime garlic shrimp out of his mouth and refuse to eat anything anymore.

“No mama, i's ‘picy.”

Y/n pouted, it was her most favourite dish that her son didn’t like. Bucky got it added on the platter only for her because she loved spicy food and it was one of those few things she ate during her pregnancy.

“Did you tell him that you’d lick the whole plate clean and wouldn’t share a crumb. I swear I’ve never seen a woman eating so much.” Bucky said mouth full of grilled fish.

“Hey! I was eating for two.  Besides, it was the only thing I wouldn’t vomit out.” Y/n said.

Bucky made a disgusting face, “She’d literally keep the garbage bag and garbage bin by her side all the time. She’d eat and threw up.”

Steve was silently listening to their back and forth banter. He didn’t notice what Y/n said to Bucky which caused all of them to laugh out loud. He was kind of zoned out for few good moments. He could only wish if it was possible for him to turn back the time and be there with her when she was carrying his child, when she was craving for food, he wanted to hold her, rub her back when she was throwing up, he wanted to feel the first kick of their unborn child, there  was so much he had missed and there was no way he could have it back. He wanted to be part of all those memories they were talking and laughing about. The fork he was holding in his left hand dropped on the plate as he moved his chair back with a annoying sound it made against the wooden floor. His overwhelming emotions didn’t let him see pair of concern eyes on him. He excused himself in a barely audible voice, his face was flushed, eyes watery. He didn’t know how he made it to the bathroom but once the door closed behind him, he turned the water on and splashed cold water on his face, hot tears were now mixed with cold water. He stood there with water still running and hot tears still falling down his face when he felt a soft touch on his back and shoulder. And he could acknowledge that touch even when his body would be lifeless mass of bones. The feeling of her soft palm rubbing against his back immediately calm him down. Through his closed eyes, he felt her concerned gaze, her loving caresses, her presence was enough for him.

“You okay?”

He nodded, eyes still closed. He felt her closer to him, her warmth clearing the fog in his mind. Slowly, taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes.

“Y/n, I – I need a moment. Please.” Their eyes met, she nodded in understanding, taking a step back from him. He shifted on his feet, trying to reach out to her.

“I’ll be waiting outside, whenever you’re ready.” A sad smile formed on her beautiful face, with that she stepped out of the bathroom.

“Is he okay?” Wanda asked Y/n when she joined them in kitchen. Bucky was engaged with Malcolm but his focus was Y/n’s colourless face.

“No, he’s not. I think it’s too much for him... everything’s just triggered his guilt... or the things he’d missed. I – I shouldn’t have bombarded him w – with...” She rambled, leaning against the kitchen island she put her head in her hands. Wanda put the dishes in the sink and came to stand beside her.

“Relax, take a deep breath.”

“Wan, how’d I – “ Y/n turned around when she heard the click of the bathroom door and saw Steve standing there. Malcolm wiggled out of Bucky's grip and ran towards Steve, saving him from the awkwardness. He jumped into his arms with a big smile, “You okay, daddy?” he whispered.

Steve’s face was flushed, eyes puffy and red. He hugged Malcolm back and nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat.

“I’m fine, bubba. Food was so spicy.” He walked towards where everyone was. “Sorry guys!...” He lightly smiled.

“Dessert's on you, punk. Let’s go, get some ice cream.” Bucky lightly said, eyeing Wanda.

“Yaayyy icecweam, icecweam. Daddy, le's go.”

“Yes, your treat Steve. Let’s go.” Wanda chimed in.

“Yayyyy, icecweam.” Malcolm squealed with joy.

“I might know the best ice cream place.” Y/n smiled looking at Steve. Their eyes met, a smile playing on her lips.

“A’right! Let’s get going.” Steve tried his best to sound enthusiastic.

Malcolm squealed once again as he was grabbed by his mama to get him ready to go. Bucky playfully shoved into Steve as he was putting on his hoodie. Steve shoved him back little too hard, it was unintentional but Bucky landed on his ass. They both burst into laughter.

“Punk!”

“Jerk!”

Steve held out his hand for Bucky, but he pulled Steve down with him with a thud. Wanda shook her head at both of them who were lying on the floor on their backs laughing. All the tension in the air from before was vanished instead the space was filled with joyous giggles and playful banter.

 

Malcolm was fast asleep in his car seat when Steve pulled over in the drive way.

“I’ll get him.” He muttered, cutting the engine. The ride back home was filled with silence, but it wasn’t really that comfortable. Steve knew Y/n was hardly refraining herself from saying – asking about earlier so he decided to put them both in an awkward silence by focusing on the road and do the bare minimum talking, actually it was Y/n trying to keep the conversation flowing. The awkward part wasn’t intentional, the overthinking had sent his brain in overdrive.

He gently took Malcolm in his arms and started walking towards the house. Y/n slowly following him. She didn’t know if she should give him some space or wait for him to open up. While they were at Baskin Robins nestled up in a corner booth, Steve wasn’t really interacting with her. He was normally joking away with Bucky when he brought up how they all used to go for ice cream after school and Steve would order two ice creams for himself. Steve didn’t even look at her when Bucky teased them for being inextricable back in school days. She stayed outside for few minutes, letting the chilly spring breeze numb her increasingly doubtful thoughts.

Stepping inside the house she locked the door behind her. She walked down the hallway, noticing all the lights were turned off except for the lamp in the living room where Steve was laid on the couch adjusting few cushions underneath his head. A frowned formed on her forehead, covering the distance she sat across him glaring at him.

“G'night Y/n.” Steve said and turned on his side, his back facing Y/n.

“You can’t sleep ‘til you talk to me. Tell me what is wrong?...” she got up turning on all the lights. “... what did I do?”

Steve sat up, heaving a frustrated sigh.

“You did nothing, Y/n.”

“Then?”

“Then what?”

“Really Steve? Why are you shutting me out?... look, I’m sorry....”

“What are you sorry for? You did nothing wrong.” He said softly.

She came to sit beside him, “Its okay if you don’t want to talk about it, I won’t push you. But please don’t be like that....”

“Like what?” he leaned a little closer.

“like – like...” She looked in his eyes. His blue orbs were intense, his piercing gaze sent a shiver down her spine.

“Go to bed Y/n.” Steve whispered looking away.

“Don’t be an asshole.” It took her a minute to regain her senses and say that.

“You’ve been acting like an asshole for couple hours now.”

Steve chuckled lightly, “I’m sorry about that.”

“Fine!” She huffed and walked out of the living room, towards the staircase.

“Hey! Turn off the lights.” Steve hollered. She knew he was now teasing her.

“Do it yourself.” She spat going up the stairs.

In her room, she changed into her night dress, and after doing the skin routine she climbed in her bed but she was nowhere near sleepy or tired. Her concern for Steve had turned into annoyance over the way he was being with her. She couldn’t understand if he was just teasing her or he was actually not ready to tell her. All she wanted was to talk to him, let him know that she was there for him.

Tossing and turning in bed, she was unable to sleep. Her mind wandered over Steve and her future together, and how things would turn once she’d tell her dad about Peggy’s email. What if her mother really had something to do with Joseph Rogers death. What if things would be so out of hand that Steve wouldn’t want to see her and Malcolm. No, that wasn’t possible, her heart argued. But the way he was behaving right now, it could be possible, her mind reasoned.

“Ugghh!!! Fuck!” She groaned  and hid her face in the pillow. Closing her eyes she tried to shush her brain and almost succeeded when she felt the mattress dip behind her and all of a sudden she was engulfed in a warm embrace.

Steve stretched his arm underneath her to pull her closer. His other arm was gently placed on her hips. He put his leg over hers and buried his face in her neck.”

“Steve?” She whispered after few minutes.  

“Yes?” His hot breath sent tingles on her neck.

“I want my best friend back.”

“Can’t find him anymore. You gotta have to bear with me.”

“Let me find him then.”

“Try all you want. You’ll get tired.”

“Don’t you trust me?”

“I do... with every breath I take.”

“Then do it for me. Promise me you will at least try.”

“I promise.” He smiled.

“Don’t leave me hanging.”

“I will do my best.”

She took his hand that was placed on her hip and brought it to her lips and gently kissed it, holding it on her chest.

“G'night, Stevie.”

“Night night, sweetheart.”

 

~*~

 

“Y/n, this is dangerous. I don’t want you to get involved.” Daniel Carter’s voice was low and irritated.

“Dad, I can’t believe you’ve known this all these years and did nothing. I thought you guys were best friends.”

The tense air of the study room had weighed down on the father – daughter duo. The revelation Y/n thought would be shocking for her dad was  actually a known fact to him.

“Yes we were best friends. There’s no denying in that....”

“Then why did you not do anything for him. Do you have any idea what Sarah and Steve went through after he passed away.... oh after he was murdered by my mother, this is the correct way to put it, right?”

“Enough Y/n!” Daniel almost yelled. “We didn’t have any proof that Eleanor is behind it. What piece of paper Peggy sent you could be forged....”

“Dad, she sent me the forensic as well, there’s no way it could be false. I just don’t understand why are you protecting mom. You and I both know what she is capable of. If she could drug Steve and got away with it, she could do anything.” She sat on the couch, her tone full of sadness.

“Honey, I’m not protecting your mom. I’m protecting you.” Daniel sighed taking a place across from her. “You’re the only one who’d suffered the most. And I’m not just talking about the past four years. Ever since you were born, Eleanor denied you the love and affection you deserved, and it didn’t stop there. If it wasn’t for Steve, I wouldn’t have had you in my life. I owe this to Steve....” His worry lines deepened, “.... but this is different. If I wouldn’t know the danger it’d bring into your life, I would have told Steve myself. Trust me, Y/n, not letting Steve know about any of this, would be the best thing for him, you and Malcolm.”

“Dad...”

“I know he deserves to know the truth but if it puts him and the people he loves the most at risk, it’s better to keep it that way.”

“I can’t face him knowing something he should know but couldn’t.”

“Yes, you can! Especially when you know what’s on stake.”

Y/n looked at him confused, “What do you mean?”

“Malcolm is a big part of your and Steve’s life. The moment Steve would know, he’d go after Eleanor. He’d anything and everything in his capacity to bring her to the court. Do you think Eleanor would stay back and follow the order. She’d strike back. She’d hit where it hurt the most – Malcolm. He’s the weakest point and the most vulnerable. By not telling Steve, you’re not just protecting Steve, you’re also protecting Malcolm.”

“So you really think that she’d done it?”

He sighed, “We never had a proof against her but there’s no way I could think otherwise. The people she was hanging out with, were mafias and corrupt politicians. They swept all the evidence and autopsy report under the carpet. After that I realised there was no hope for her.”

Y/n came to sit beside her dad on the couch holding his hand.

“Why’d she do that?” she whispered.

“She was looking for an out. She’d been sabotaging our marriage I don’t even know since when and when I told her that I didn’t want a divorce and wanted to work this relationship out, She got furious. She started cheating on me....” He paused, as if reminiscing the old painful memories. “... things kept getting worse, until this... Joe didn’t know the truth about our failed marriage and when he found out about her with one of her boss’ in the firm, he reported her immediately only to be targeted by them. Joe's death was the last straw in whatever had left of our marriage. I signed the papers after that and left the city. I couldn’t prove her guilty, that’s the only regret I’d have.”

“Dad, I’m sorry... you had to go through this because of me...”

“It’s okay, honey. I’ve moved on. I’m lucky to have found Alice.” He looked at the two now empty coffee mugs seated on the coffee table that Alice brought for them.

Y/n leaned her head against her dad’s shoulder and closed her eyes. He put his head over hers.

“You’re gonna be okay, Y/n/n.

“I don’t know, dad.” She whispered.

“I know its not easy, but protecting the people you love is never easy. I know, Steve still means a lot to you... and I also know, after the email, things between you, may have taken a shift. And it’s totally normal, you can’t control the way you feel about someone, especially when you’ve known the person your entire life. Also, when you share a child with that person....” Daniel smiled looking at Y/n. “.... I know you have finally come to a decision and I couldn’t be more proud of you, honey.” He lovingly patted her hand. Y/n looked at him bewildered, her eyes shining with unshed tears of relief.

“Dad...”

“You don’t have to say anything, honey. Just know, that you’ll always find me in your corner, supporting you, cheering for you and loving you no matter what.”

“Thanks dad....” She hugged him tight rubbing away the tears from her eyes.

 

~*~

 

Y/n was going through few designs she needed to approve of the latest summer collection, when Pepper and Wanda barged in in her office. Wanda sat down on the chair in front of the desk placing to go cup of coffee she had brought for Y/n. Y/n looked at Pepper who was now pacing the length of the room, raising an eyebrow at Wanda who just rolled her eyes dismissively.

“Pep, what’s going on?” Y/n  asked.

“Tony!...” She said with gritted teeth, “.... he just couldn’t get tired of arguing with me. Now he wants Steve back in New York...” A feeling of dread, panic and fear coursed through Y/n’s veins as she listened to Pepper’s complaints about her husband. “.... they’re starting a new project and as a nominated COO, only Steve can lead this.... I mean, I have told him there are other trusted and credible people in his team who are capable of taking up this task but Tony is being... Tony. He enjoys straining me with exhaustion.”

“Steve was nominated a COO?” Y/n’s barely audible voice got Wanda’s attention back on her sister. She gave a quick look to Pepper before focusing on Y/n.

“Yes, he was. But he decided to...”

“Wan please.” Y/n glared at her. “How come I didn’t know that? I – I mean.. shit!.....” she dragged herself out of her chair, trying to take in the revelation.

Oh, just the thought of Steve leaving had her head pounded in tension.   

“I – I think I need a moment... I’m sorry...” She said in low voice, stepping out of the room.

 

 

Steve was typing something on his computer when Y/n came into his office. She didn't bother knocking the door, putting the binder down with a light thud she rested her hands on the table, leaning in. Steve gave her a quick questioning look, his focus was still on the screen.

 

"I asked Lily to brought this binder." Steve muttered, his fingers working on keyboard fast.

 

"You were appointed as the COO for Stark Industries and you didn't claim the position? Why?" It wasn’t her intention to sound accusing.

 

Steve stopped working and shrugged. His attention on her was merely for seconds before his focus was back on the screen.

 

"Steve? I'm talking to you."

 

"I know, what's about it?" He said casually.

 

"Why’d you do that? It was everything you ever wanted. Why? I don’t understand how could you be so stupid."

 

"Because I didn't want to leave you and Malcolm."

 

His answer came prompt, it was as simple as that for him.

 

"Why Steve? Malcolm and I would never want you to sacrifice something you have always wanted." She sounded a little annoyed now. Steve wanted to kiss the little frown between her eye brows.

 

"It doesn't matter Y/n!" He stood up from the chair and came to stand closer to her.

 

"I don’t believe you, Steve... like seriously? It is your achievement. You're over qualified for what you're doing here."

 

"The only thing I care about is you and Malcolm, Y/n. I don’t care about anything anymore. As long as I get to see our son, and be there for him and you, I'm more than happy where I am right now." His tone was gentle but firm.  

 

Y/n sighed loudly, ".... can you please stop being stubborn for once? Your hard work is finally paying you off and tch... I don’t know how to knock some sense in to your thick skull."

Steve read her face, she was definitely annoyed and it made him smile. She had this pout on her lips whenever something bothered her and the frown between her eye brows was just making her more cute and irresistible for Steve.

"Do you want me to go?"  

"What?"

"Do you want me to go back to New York? In order to ‘claim' the position, I’m needed to go back and work there full time.”

 

Y/n just looked at him with wide eyes. She knew he'd do whatever she'd ask him to but that wasn't what she wanted. The thought of not having him around made her brain went into spiral. She closed the distance between them pulling him in a hug.

 

"No! Never. Never ever." She whispered, her breath hitching with tears that break through.

 

"I'm not going back. Never ever. Not without you and Mal. Ssshhh... relax... take a deep breath, sweetheart." Steve whispered in her hair gently rubbing her back. She slowly pulled away enough to cup his face in her hands and studied his beautiful features. Leaning in for a kiss, she whispered his name only for him to take both her hands in his gentle grip and placing a kiss on them.

"You have a boyfriend, Y/n." He reminded her with a sad smile.

She took a step back as the realisation of her action dawned over her. She pouted poking her bottom lip out, looking at him expectantly.

“Malcolm does this same thing, and it looks just as cute on you as it is on him.”

Y/n sighed, hanging her head as Steve placed a sweet kiss on her forehead.

“Now what?” She whispered. Steve shrugged his shoulders and sighed.

“I don’t know. I guess I have to come up with some alternative to get Tony off my back.” He took a hold of her hand gently in his, “Don’t worry! I’m not going to go New York. I’ll find a middle way.” He smiled.

“But Steve, I don"

“No buts, I don’t want you to stress over it. Please Y/n.”

“Malcolm is as stubborn as you are and it annoys the shit out of me.”

Steve burst into laughter joined by Y/n who shook her head at him. They looked at each other with smile on their faces, adoration and love was brimming in their eyes as they held each other’s gazes. They moved involuntarily towards each other, head tilting to the side, eyes still locked with a soft smile, it was as if they were in a daze. Steve cupped her face as he leaned in brushing his lips on hers. Before she could have a chance to reciprocate, with a loud knock on the door, Lily came in with another binder in her hands.

“Shit.”

“Fuck!”

They both muttered at the same time retreating from each other. Their faces flushed and pink.

Steve gulped, moving around his desk, Y/n trying and failing to look busy.

“Uh, I – I will come later?” Lily asked nervously.

“Sure. Thanks Lily.” Steve cleared his throat and nodded at her. His cheeks were still pink but his tone had the authority that made Lily stop asking further about the files he was suppose to sign.

“Y/n, I’m sorry. I – I don’t know what had gotten into me. I shouldn’t have – it won’t happen again....” Steve rambled as soon as they were alone again. Y/n’s head jolted backwards in a whiplash where Steve was standing, and he immediately forgot what he was saying. The look on her face broke his heart, he never wanted to be the one causing her pain and hurt and yet here he was, inflicted pain with his words.

She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. She hadn’t imagined that Steve would be sorry to love her, touch her, be with her. The tightness of her chest, heaviness of her body – nothing could explain the sadness she felt from Steve’s words.

“I – I...”

“Y/n, I didn’t mean to hurt you sweetheart. I’m sorry, I’m really sorry for... just talk to me sweetheart. Yell at me, be mad at me....” Steve covered the distance between them, gently tugging at her arms. Her eyes were watery and filled with fear and Steve had known this look very well.

“Y/n, sweetheart, I’m not apologising for loving you. It came out wrong and I’m sorry for that. I – I just don’t want you to regret.... I couldn’t stand the thought of you feeling contrite about us....” She frowned at him, not understanding what he meant by that.

“Sweetheart...” Steve let out a sigh and continued, “You’re in relationship with someone else. I can’t encourage  something that you might feel bad about because, that comes under cheating and I can’t make you feel the remorse of us being together that had led you to be disloyal to someone else. I don’t know if it makes sense but trust me it is just as painful for me not to kiss you, .... hold you, be with you, Y/n. I know the guilt I’ve been carrying, I can’t have you feel the same.”

“It makes sense. I just got scared that you wouldn’t want me.” Her voice quavered, as tears streamed down her face and Steve was quick to wipe them away.

“I’d always want you. There’s nothing that can stop me from wanting you, Y/n. I love you.”  He pulled her in a hug, letting her snivel in his chest.

“C'mon sweetheart.” He kissed the crown of her head.

“Steve?”

“Hmm...” They were still engulfed in each other’s embrace.

“I’m here for ya, you know that right?” She pulled back a little, and gazed into his blue eyes. “I want to be in your corner, just like you’re in mine. Please, don’t shut me out when things get nasty in your head.”  

Steve chuckled and nodded, “Okay, I’ll try to be more open about it.”

Y/n narrowed her eyes on him, pinching hard on his bicep. “Oww!! Y/n, what was that for?” He removed his arm from around her back and rubbed his bicep.

“I’m being serious, Steve.” She crossed her arms over chest.

“Alright, point taken!” He let out a laugh. Shaking her head, she started walking away from him only to be dragged into him again. With a gentle hold on her elbow, he pulled her back in his embrace.

“I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I’m just used to of... of keeping it all in. I can’t burden you with my vulnerability...”

“Steve, it’s – “

“... but I will try to change that. I promise I won’t shut you out.” He placed a soft kiss on her forehead.  

“You better! I’d be so mad if you do that, and you wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of....” She scrunched her nose and smiled, “... of my fury.”  

The room was filled with Steve’s hearty laughter followed by her own. That was exactly how things were back in the day when they were teenagers and in love. They’d argue like normal couples but one of them would end the squabble on a lighter note. Their love for each other was same – sweet, passionate and consuming, the only thing lacking was communication which used to be their strongest traits among other.

“Wana grab lunch?” Steve asked.

“Sure! I know a place if you’re in mood for burger and milk shake.”

“After you.” Steve slightly bowed before her motioning her to lead the way. She chuckled softly, shaking her head at him as they left the room with smile on their faces.

 

~*~

 

Y/n cut the engine in parking lot of Blu's, an upscale restaurant and bar in Boston. She folded down the visor to check herself in a vanity mirror. Heaving a sigh, she touched up gloss on her lips and got out of the car. Slight chilly breeze of late spring sent a shiver as she smoothed her dress. C'mon you can do this repeating this in her head she started to walk towards the main entrance of the restaurant where Andy was waiting for her.

Andy was back from New York where he’d been spending time with his son Jacob. In two weeks he was gone, Y/n and him hadn’t been in contact other than the occasional texts from him, they were completely out of loop.

“Hey Y/n!” Andy smiled opening his arms for Y/n as she approached him with a nervous smile. “My god, you look stunning.” He pulled her in a hug.

“Thanks Andy. How was your trip?”

As they settled down on the reserved table, Andy started telling her about his trip and how happy he was spending time with Jacob. She was just listening to him talking animatedly and felt her heart drowned in sadness to see how genuinely happy he looked and she was about to take that away from him. She was weighing her options, recall the speech she’d prepared to break up with him. She couldn’t do that to him but she didn’t have a choice either.

“Hey, you okay? You’re very quiet?” Andy gently squeezed her hand, bringing her back in to the moment.

“Y-yeah! Yes, I-I’m okay. Andy... I..” she gulped looking into his eyes. “I’m sorry I didn’t call you ... or text you while you were there.” 

What?!?! It wasn’t what she was planning to say.

Andy chuckled lightly, “Its okay. Neither did I. And I think it just gave us some time to think what we really want in this relationship...” She looked at expectantly.

“I don’t understand.” Y/n was confused where the conversation was going.

“Y/n, during my time in New York, I did a lot of thinking... about us, about our relationship and I just realised that we don’t want the same things... not at least now. You asked me to take this slow, and I respect that but even if we take our relationship slow, I feel like we’d still be two people who want different things in life. I realised that we were better friends before we started dating, at least we’d  talk about variety of stuff....” He was trying to find the more logical reason to tell her that they weren’t compatible and it made all the tension in her body released and a smile crept up on her beautiful features.

“It’s okay, Andy. I understand what you’re saying and I agree with you. I also think we were better as friends.”

“Y/n.. I – I am sorry...”

“Andy, trust me when I say I came here to break up with you.” Andy looked at her curiously. “I just couldn’t have the courage to say it, but I’m glad we’re on the same page.”

“I’m glad too.” He smiled lightly, raising a glass of his wine, “To be friends again.”

“To be friends again.” She clunk her glass red wine with him. “....I think I owe you an explanation...”

“No, you don’t.”

“Andy, I – I... do you think I wanted to end things because of Steve?”

“He’s also a reason.” Andy said honestly, “... and I don’t mind him as long as he makes you happy...”

“He does!” She whispered softly. “I might still be in love with him.” It just came out of her mouth, a raw confession that made her heart do somersaults in excitement and in fear.

“He’s a one lucky bastard.”

“Heyyy...” She laughed.

As they ordered the food, their conversation flowed easily after that, both were laughing at something Y/n told him about Malcolm. Andy was elated to share Jacob’s childhood stories with her. They were both eating dessert when someone cleared their throat behind them.

“Mind if I join you guys?” A feminine voice Y/n would recognise anywhere, a voice that had been the reason of her nightmares.

“Hello Eleanor!” Andy rose up from his seat, shaking Eleanor’s hand. “ Y/n, this is Eleanor, she’s...”

Oh boy, she didn’t listen what Andy was saying. She was glued in her seat unable to move and too scared to turn around and see her mother. Her heart hammered against her ribcage , a thunderous beat that reverberated  through her body matching the rhythm of her escalated panic. She clutched at her chest, fingers trembling, as if trying to keep her racing heart from leaping out of her body.

Her blood ran cold when Eleanor put a hand on her shoulder to get her attention.

“Aren’t you going to hug me, honey?”

 

~*~

#steve rogers au #steve rogers x reader #dad steve rogers #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers #steve rogers smut #steve rogers angst #steve rogers fluff

[asherloki]

Her shield

Marc Spector x reader

Request :- hi!!! I saw ur requests are open for moon night! could I maybe request my fav trope, protective!marc Spector where Marc saves/helps the reader from any number of issues from creepy guy at bar, bad family, car accident or whatever, with some soft!smut after?! thank you!! <3 - @romanarose

You have always been a soft person. Soft at heart soft by nature. Even when your sibling takes your top and never returns you're the rare species who doesn't yells.

You weren't sure how you became marc Spector's girlfriend. Maybe because he did the thing you always wanted, saved you, saved you from everything that bothered you. You found an assurance of safety when he wrapped his arms around you.

When your strict father didn't accepted your relationship with Marc. He was the one you found your home in, when you moved in with him.

Anyway so it was a fine evening when you got a bit tipsy with your friends. As you knew you can't drive yourself home, you were more than tipsy, you were drunk. You called Marc,

"Yes darling" he said on the phone.

"Hi Marc, I was wondering..." You said but he interrupted.

"Are you that drunk?"

"Yes, I fucking am, now pick me up pleaaaasssseee". You said absolutely drunken.

"Okay tell me where you are And I'll pick you".

"Okaaaayyyyy" you said and your friend typed the bar's name.

Both of you were drunk but she was little less. Fifteen minutes later you wondered where your boyfriend might be. You picked up your phone and your purse fell. It was thick with money. And eventually a guy had his eyes on it .

He sneaked slowly and grabbed it, while he was about to put it in his pocket someone caught his arm, a man, he looked and saw a man with furious expression.

"Put it down" he said, to which everyone one looked. So did you and tipsily said,

"ohhhhh maaaarrc".

"You, I'll Talk to you on our way home" marc said to you. "I need to see him first ".

"I... I... Wasn't stealing " said the guy.

"Right, but was being nice enough to hand it over to y/n?" Crosstalked Marc. He held him tightly and said, "Give it back and I'll spare your life".

He got so scared that he almost sweat. He handed him the purse and marc left him. He turned to you and your friend saying, "you both are fucked up, I'll get you two home."

Your friend and you followed him to the car and he turned to you, "what on earth you thought you were doing?"

"What?" Was your drunken reply. To which he kissed you suddenly and deeply.

"Ooooo my baby is in mooooood". You said.

He giggled at your drunken stage and whispered in your ears, "let's go home to get mooooorrrrreee".

#moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #marc spector x you #marc spector smut

[msm-tsotmw]

9.9.XX

Alriiiiiiight , So We Found Sprigg ! Yay !

We’re On Our Way To Find Where All The Light On Light Island Comes From Right Now .

Though It’s Taking A Pretty Long Time , We’re Still Having Fun ! Right , Sprigg ?

…

… Sprigg ? You Alright ?

you ok buddy

..Yeah. Just… just something.

What is it ?

You know , you can tell us if anything bad happened down in the crevasse …

…No thanks.

Let’s just keep going.

Oh . Uh . Okay .

yknow youre not usually this gloomy

did smth happen??

No. I’m fine.

you sure ‘bout that?

Yeah.

okaaaayyyyy…?

you seem REAL FUCKIN’ PRESSED about something, though. what is it??

who wants to bet if they got mauled by a cat down there LMAO

(Everyone glares at Jimbert, still trapped in the spiderweb-bag-thingy.)

well, i sure hope not. are you COMPLETELY sure you’re alright, sprigg?

Yeah ! You Seem Really Down In The Dumps About Something … I’m Here If You Want To T-

I SAID I’M FUCKING FINE.

(Everyone stares at Sprigg, who is fucking BOILING. They take a deep breath.)

Just let me think.

You … Y—Alright . We’ll—We’ll Just Keep On Going Then .

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

#my singing monsters #msm #msm au #my singing monsters au #furcorn #furcorn msm #pompom #pompom msm #mammott #mammott msm #kayna #kayna msm #tweedle #tweedle msm #ahralliday #ahralliday msm #epic pompom #epic pompom msm

[masonmountgerman]

Okaaaayyyyy lets go!😤

#mason mount #chelsea #football #he looks so fine

[artistsfuneral]

The bright neon lights make his eyes burn and his head ache, as he dances through a tavern somewhere in Upper Posada. Jaskier sings his heart out while his fingers wave music into the dull air.

His gaze catches yellow eyes after an improvised spin had left him looking towards the other side of the room. And oh- It is then and there that Jaskier realizes the man in the dark corner of the room will break his heart one day.

After his song ends and he takes a moment to catch his breath, Valdo's eyes meet his. And of course he knows immediately what Jaskier is about to do. They both know what will happen and even though it won't change anything, Valdo chakes his head, warns him not to do it. Jaskier smiles and turns around.

He walks across the room with his head held high and slides onto the bench across from the (quite obvious) mutant. "I haven't seen anyone else with white hair in this area. What guild do you belong to?" Surely the man must be an adventurer, Jaskier's fate wouldn't settle for anyone boring. "I'm here to drink alone," the man answers without looking at him.

Jaskier's gaze falls to the mutant's heavy metal arm and the wolf emblem engraved on the back of the hand and he smiles. "A witcher, aren't you? Not a guild then, but a brotherhood."

Finally, the man looks at him. Fate's shackles capture Jaskier's wrist and the bard grins. He could already feel his heart ache.

#the witcher #geraskier #geralt #jaskier #artistsfuneral about the witcher #Okaaaayyyyy I have literally no idea what is going on #I think its a fantasy medieval science fiction au that my brain just developed #I blame the screenshots from the new dragon age teaser #Is this steampunk? probably something like it #And yes geralt has a metal arm because lets be honest bucky barnes is hot

[soulofapatrick]

Drunken Truths - Spencer Reid

JJ was always beautiful but at her wedding party she was breathtaking and every guy was staring at her. I’m of course not annoyed at JJ but it makes my skin crawl at the way Spencer stares at her, like she hung the stars. I want him to look at me like that but I understand why he does look at her like that. 

Rossi notices and says quietly, “You’ll never know if you don’t ask.” Before he pats my back gently and walking towards Penny. I don’t know if I should approach him because it’s Spencer and I don’t want to ruin the friendship we already have. He’s my best friend and if I lost him I have no idea how I would cope and really, for someone with an eidetic memory and an IQ of 180 he really is oblivious. He glances over, as if feeling me staring, and sends me a brilliant smile that has me melting and makes up my mind that I won’t tell him how I feel. I don’t want to lose the moments like this. 

I just sit and watch the others dance and laugh, occasionally joining in on the fun but I’d rather watch and admire this mismatched family I’ve gained while working at the BAU. It’s more than I could have ever asked for and to have Rossi and Hotch as father figures is unbelievable. I’m staying sober as I know Spencer’s already had three too many drinks so I’ll be taking him home. 

“Yourrrrrrree cuuuute!” A familiar voice appears except they’re very, very slurred. Spencer is trying to lean against the bar but his elbow keeps slipping off and he’s trying to wink but the poor guy is blinking instead. 

“You’re drunk.” I tell him, adjusting his elbow so he won’t fall over. 

“I am in looooovvvveeee with youuuuuu,” He boops me on the nose, giggling, definitely not knowing what he’s saying. To say my heart stopped is an understatement. I have wanted to hear those words for years but Spencer’s drunk and JJ’s my twin sister so of course he’s confessing to me. 

“I’m not JJ.” I remind him, looking away before the waterworks start because of course it’s not me he wants.

“Y/NNNN I am in love with yoouuu not JJ.” 

“What?!” I think I get whiplash as I turn back so fast at his words, unsure if I’m suddenly drunk, “Let me take you home, you’ve had enough to drink.” 

“Okaaaayyyyy,” He giggles, wrapping an arm around my waist and leaning on my shoulder, stumbling along with me as I go to find one of the team. It ends up being the bride herself and she sees just how drunk Spencer is, wishing us a safe journey home and hugging us both. I slam a hand over Spencer’s mouth before he says something stupid and usher him out of the venue and to my car. He’s so drunk I have to buckle him in before getting in the drivers side myself. 

I almost run a stop sign when a hand slithers it’s way to my thigh, not dirtily hight but not low enough to just be friendly. I throw a glance at Spencer who has his head back against the headrest and eyes closed with a blissful look on his face. It’s both cute and hot and if I keep staring at him I will either jump him or crash so I do everything to I can to focus on the road as we’re so close to mine. 

As soon as I shut the front door, Spencer grabs my hand and flops back on the sofa. I tumble on top of him with a shriek that is cut off by drunk and sloppy lips against mine. Spencer’s kissing me. It’s a dream come true but not… not like this. It takes all my will power to pull away enough to meet his cognac eyes that are glazed with lust and another emotion I don’t want to recognise just yet. 

“Spence, I want you to be in love with me,” My voice is shaky as he cups my cheek in his palm, “But I want to hear it when you’re sober.” 

“Okayyyy,” He smiles dopily, letting me get up and I wish him goodnight, knowing he’ll find the spare blanket and pillow I keep in the box that is also a coffee table as he’s stayed here enough times.

I shut my bedroom door softly and strip out of the dress, pulling on an oversized teeshirt that I realise is actually Spencer’s. He left it here one night and I didn’t have it in me to give it back as it smelt just like him: old books, cinnamon and coffee. Once in bed all I can think about is the fact Spencer said he loved me and he kissed me. I fall asleep with the feeling of his lips on mine. 

To be awoken in the morning by a very awkward Spencer trying to brew coffee with a pounding headache. He almost drops the pot when he sees me stumble in wearing just his oversized shirt and a pair of panties.

“You’re beautiful,” He breathes so quietly I almost don’t hear it except he’s making his way around the island until he’s standing directly in front of me. His hands reach for mine before he hesitates, so I open mine in a silent ok for him and it feels so right when his hands slot in mine.

“Do you remember last night?” I can’t bear to speak above a whisper, not wanting to break the moment, especially when he nods, “If you mean it I want to hear you say it-“

“I am madly in love with you Y/N Jareau,” He tells me and that’s all I need to drop his hands, grab his shirt and yank him into a kiss that I try and pour all of my emotions into. Spencer seems to understand. His hands grip my hips and pull me closer, stealing the breath in my lungs and all I can do is kiss back as my hands scramble for something to grip onto. I end up settling with one hand in his hair and the other balled in the front of his suit shirt, scared he’s going to disappear or I’m going to wake up suddenly.

“I’m not going anywhere.” 

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencerreidfluff #spencerreidcute #spencer reid smut #spencer reid one shot #Criminal Minds #criminal minds oneshot #criminal minds x reader

[sundaysundaes]

Our First Time

Mark Lee X Reader, ft. Johnny | Smut, Fluff | 4.6k | College AU

Summary: Considering your boyfriend never dares to take the initiative to go further than your usual make-out sessions, you have to do the part to actually be in charge of the relationship.

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, Mark Lee losing his virginity while being extremely awkward and utterly cute about it, oral sex, fingering, failed fluff (idk man this is just basically me being a thirsty hoe over morkly)

“Remember the suit you wore when we went to your aunt’s wedding?”

Your boyfriend, who has been together with you for almost a year by now, hums in response, not really giving you any glance as he’s busy tapping his pen to his lips, thinking about writing the next lyric for the song he’s composing. Mark Lee has his chest pressed against his acoustic guitar, his hair’s a bit messy and slightly parted to the side, showing his forehead. Considering how close he’s sitting on the floor next to you, you can tell how half of the collar of his washed-out denim jacket stands up, brushing against the end of his dark hair.

“Yeah, what about it?” He continues asking when he notices that you’re waiting for a proper answer. He slips his guitar pick back between his fingers and tries a few chords to match his lyrics.

“I just dreamt about you fucking me from behind while wearing that suit.”

Mark strums his guitar too hard out of shock, making his instrument flies away from his lap, hitting the marbled floor with a sudden loud noise.

“What?”

Still having your head pressed against the table with your right cheek glued to your abandoned college papers, you flatly repeat, “I dreamt about you fucking—”

Mark stands up so fast, you can tell he’s having a slight headache because of it. “No. No. I heard what you said, I just—” It’s a fact that Mark blushes rather easily, but he has never blushed this hard before. “What—why—telling me so suddenly like this—you’re—”

“Mark, you’re rambling.”

“Why are you so calm about it?!” He walks away to pick up his guitar, unconsciously stomping a little bit like a fuming child as he does so. “And why are you lazing around like that? Didn’t you have some assignments to do?”

You finally straighten yourself up, looking at the textbooks you need to read and suddenly feeling like you’re dyslexic from birth. “I dozed off a bit, I guess. I just woke up from that dream where—”

“OKAAAAYYYYY!” Mark scrambles back to your side, crossing his legs and shushing you down by covering your head with your hood until you can barely see anything. The grey hoodie you’re wearing—his hoodie, actually—is already oversized when Mark is wearing it, so it’s basically a dress when you’re wearing it and the hood is big enough to cover your entire head.

You pull your hood away, your hair looking like a mess and by then Mark still has his cheeks rosy from your words and you wonder, whether it really was too much to talk about with your boyfriend?

You have never been the one who gets easily embarrassed about sexual stuff—or about anything really, because you’re a pretty blunt person. It’s his job to get embarrassed about things—even the ones that came out from his own mouth. Mark can be so confident and so awkward at the same time that it doesn’t make sense but you find him to be cute that way.

“Mark.”

“If you’re going to talk about that dream again, I am going to yank my hair out of my head.”

“But—“

“And I’m going to yank your hair out of your head.”

“But then we’re both be bald.”

“That will be your fault.”

You huff, unconsciously pouting, before you finally let go and head back to your papers. You try to hold your concentration longer than a few minutes, but when you hear Mark going back to his guitar, humming a few notes here and there, you just give up because there’s no way you’re going to finish your thesis when your boyfriend is singing so angelically like that.

“New song?”

“Yeah.”

“Sounds nice.”

“Thanks. It still feels a bit weird on some parts though, but—” Mark stops talking when you walk on all fours toward him, pushing the guitar out of his hands and crawl onto his lap. “Babe?”

You sink your face against the crook of his neck, hands going down and circle their way around his back. “Ssshh,” you say, exhaling all of his scents and thanking whoever it is that invented his perfume because goddamn, Mark smells like cinnamon and chocolate and everything that is good in this world. “I’m out of battery. I need to re-charge.”

Mark spends two seconds in silence before he blurts out laughing, “What are you even saying?” He protests but doesn’t push you away. Instead, he rests his chin on your shoulder and cuddles you closer into his chest.

“You’re so warm,” he murmurs, almost lazily as if he’s a few seconds away from sleeping. You answer by placing a peck on his neck which makes him jolt a little in surprise but not breaking away. The silence between you two is comforting but the way Mark’s jeans are pressing against your bare thighs is not so you move around, trying to find the most perfect comfort zone on his lap—not knowing that it is becoming a new kind of torture for your boyfriend. It’s until you feel something growing underneath you that you begin to halt your movements.

“Mark—”

“I know, don’t say it—”

“You’re kinda… hard.”

“I said, don’t—” He lets out a whine, slamming his temple against your shoulder. “Look, I’m sorry, but you keep moving your butt and it feels like you’re not wearing any pants—“

“I am not wearing any pants.”

“Fuck.” Mark is not the kind of man who curses a lot—he only does it when he’s surprised or when he panics as he tries to process what he’s saying next, so the fact that he’s cursing now can mean he’s feeling one of those things or both or for a whole other reason.

“I mean,” you try to explain, “I’m not trying to seduce you or anything. It’s just your hoodie is way too big for me so I thought why bother? It’s not like we’re going somewhere. We’re just hanging out in my bedroom after all.”

“Oh my God,” Mark groans, throwing his head back as he leans against your bed. “Just give me some time to calm down.”

He really looks like he’s trying to will his boner to go away, what with the way he furrows his eyebrows and keeps his eyes tightly closed in concentration. Mark is too much of a gentleman to ask for your help but you’re willing so it’s more like he’s giving one by providing the chance for you to ravage him.

Just gotta play it cool, though.

And by cool, you mean pressing your palm against his groin when he’s not expecting.

“Yo, what!” He jumps like a scared little cat and honestly, he’s too cute—so utterly cute—that you begin to lean up and kiss him square on the lips. “Mmph!” His protest is muffled by your mouth and the way you entangle your fingers around the back of his hair, pulling him close. He stiffens for a few seconds before he finally lets go, melting into the kiss and you know the next one is going to be your favourite part.

See, the thing with Mark is, he acts shy and awkward most of the time but when the moment is right, he can be passionate about things. Like when he’s playing music. Or writing his raps during his free time.

Or kissing you.

“Mark—“ It’s funny that you initiated this, but it’s you who’s losing your breath. Mark takes your hand when you’re about to fall off his lap, pulling you with enough force to make you tumble back to his chest, and slips his tongue inside your mouth as you gasp. His kisses are deep and fast, almost like he’s in a hurry to kiss you before you disappear from his life forever. You never peg yourself to act like a thirteen-year-old virgin—because you’re certainly not—but when Mark kisses you like this, you feel like you’re acting worse than that.

You can feel one of his hands on your thigh, holding you tight to the point it feels like it’s going to bruise. You push his denim jacket off his shoulders when he kisses your neck, lips hovering hot against your sensitive spot, making you say his name in the tone you’ve never made before.

“You,” Mark whispers between kisses, “have got,” another kiss, his teeth nibbling against your bottom lip, “to stop teasing me like this.” Another slip of his tongue, meeting yours for a split second before he breaks off the kiss. “Or else, I’ll go crazy. I am going crazy because of you.”

“Then why are you stopping?” You ask, breathing a little bit heavier. You cup one of his cheeks, leaning up to kiss him again but he pulls away, hesitating. “Mark?”

“I don’t think we should go any further.”

“You don’t?” You grind your hips against him again and his lips part slightly, trying his best to contain his moan. “Even though you’re this excited?”

“That—” He hisses, gripping hips with both hands to keep you still. “Stop it, you’re not being fair.”

“I’m being honest,” you correct him. “What’s wrong? What’s stopping you? What did I do wrong?”

You can tell he feels sorry for making you feel like this and he’s really contemplating whether he should tell you the real reason or not, so you squeeze his hand and smile at him. “Let me know, please?”

He licks his bottom lip nervously before he sighs. “It’s dumb but…” He looks away, trying to hide his face but you see how the tips of his ears are turning scarlet. “You’re Haechan’s ex and I know he can be a little bit, umm… wild.”

It takes a few seconds for you to process. “So you’re afraid that you’re going to be worse than him in bed?”

“No, I mean—“ He seems frustrated and ashamed, like a child being caught with his hand in a cookie jar. “Okay, yes, I guess you’re right. I am. But it’s more than that.”

The way he fidgets and rambles is just so cute—everything about him is cute—but you never say that out loud because he hates being called cute. He always says you’re cuter than him. “Mark, I don’t care about what happened with me and Haechan. I’m dating you now, aren’t I? You’re being jealous over nothing.”

The way he pouts indicates that he doesn’t particularly agree with your words, but he lets it go. “Well, there’s also one other thing.”

“What thing?”

“You know,” he shrugs, hiding his doe eyes behind his bangs. “That thing.”

“What? What is it? What thing?” Then you open your mouth in realisation. “Oh Mark, baby, I don’t care if you have a small dick. Size doesn’t matter.”

“What—NO!” He shrieks, face in flame. “I mean, not that I regularly measure it and compare it to other guys—I have never even seen another guy’s dick—not that I want to—”

“Mark, you’re rambling again.”

“I DON’T HAVE A SMALL DICK!” He exclaims and you hold back a laugh when he adds in a murmur, “At least I don’t think I have.”

“Okay, my bad.” You massage his shoulders, kissing the corner of his mouth. “Then what is it?”

Another silence, then. “I’ve never done this before.”

“What, sex?”

He weakly nods, teeth nibbling on his bottom lip worriedly, and you feel something warm growing inside your chest. The fact that he’s never been with anyone suddenly becomes the highlight of your life, and if you can be his first then you can just die from happiness by the end of the day.

But it’s because of this very reason, that you have to become very careful.

“Okay, then, let’s just take it slow?” You offer and he seems conflicted about his own expression. Part of him looks relieved but the other part of him looks disappointed.

“Why do I feel like we have our roles in reverse?” He asks, somewhat annoyedly, as you settle yourself better in his lap. You let out a small chuckle in response. “Also, your brother is downstairs.”

“He has his AirPods on.”

“How do you know he has his AirPods on?”

“Johnny always has his AirPods on.”

“But—”

“Mark,” you whisper, closing your eyes as the tip of your nose touching his, “Don’t you want me?”

He lets out a shaky breath, having a hard time trying not to stare at your lips that are becoming even more irresistible by the second. “You don’t even know how much I want you.”

“Then just let go. Just give in, Mark.” You press your temple against his and within this close proximity, his scent is intoxicatingly amazing.

“Okay,” he finally whispers back, but since he still sounds somewhat unsure, you add, “Look, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. Just stop me whenever it gets too uncomfortable for you, okay?”

“Okay now we seriously have our roles in reverse. Should I be handing my dick to you now? I think you’ll make better use of it.”

“That sounds like a great idea only if it’s possib—” The rest of your words is replaced with a yelp when Mark suddenly pushes you down onto your back, your head hitting the floor too hard and now he’s yelping.

“Oh, shit—fuck!” He scrambles with his words and with his hands, trying to help you get up and check on your condition at the same time. “I’m so sorry! I was trying to be sexy and be in control or something like that—shit, it just looks way better in my head—I—Why are you laughing?!“

You can’t help it. This is all too ridiculous. Almost refreshing for you, even. You never compared Mark with your ex-boyfriend Haechan before because Mark is way, way better than he’s ever going to be but you remember that with Haechan, things were wild. So wild, that you constantly got caught off guard, not having enough time to focus on your feelings or your own pleasure and just fulfilling his, and his only. With Mark, you feel like you have so much more to give. So much more new experience. So much laughter. So much fun.

“Oh my God, Mark,” you cackle, wiping away some tears from your eyes, “I love you, but if you don’t stop acting so cute, I am going to ravish you myself.”

“What?”

You blink in realisation. “Sorry, that was too much.”

“No, not that.” He knits his eyebrows together. “You love me?”

You feel your heart drops to your stomach. You can’t believe you just said that. It’s not like you didn’t mean it—of course, you mean it. But you’ve tried your best to wait so you can hear him say it first. You are a woman, after all. And to think that you just said it randomly at times like this? After your boyfriend knocked your head against the floor for trying to be sexy? Not really the way you imagined it to be, that’s for sure.

“Umm,” you fondle the hem of your—his—hoodie. Great, now you’re nervous. Suddenly, those papers you have scattered on your table don’t look so bad. “You’re right, I do have some assignments to do. I’ll just get back to—“

Mark grabs your hand, holding you right on your spot. “You love me?”

You can practically hear your own heartbeat in your ears and it’s really fast. “My thesis—”

“Babe, I need to hear you say it.” The way his doe eyes are holding yours seems unfamiliar. His gaze is firm, unfaltering, and you give in because what else can you do? It’s really how you feel after all.

“I love you, Mark.” You can hear the shyness in your own voice and you curse inwardly because where did your confidence go? You were acting so superior before!

Mark doesn’t say a word and when you feel like dying is a better option than standing awkwardly in front of your attractive boyfriend after your stupid unplanned confession, he suddenly lifts your entire body with both hands and lays you down on the bed.

“Mark—“

He kisses you like he needs it to keep himself alive, and you find yourself closing your eyes shut, moulding your lips against his until you can taste the mint flavour from the candy he ate earlier. He tangles his fingers around your locks, the other hand cupping your cheek to angle your face better so he can kiss you deeper. You can’t help but to arch yourself closer to him, chest meeting chest, hips against hips. You can no longer tell whether the moans come from you or him but everything feels hot and going so fast, like you’re free-falling from a skyscraper.

Perhaps he feels the same way because he gradually slows his pace until he finally parts his lips from you. One look at your disheveled face and messy lipstick smeared from your mouth to your cheek, and he goes back to staring at your lips again with want. He mutters, “Fuck” under his breath, almost inaudibly before he crashes his lips against yours, but slower this time, just carefully savouring every taste and breathing in every scent of you.

Mark pulls away only to grab the hem of his white Van Halen shirt, pulling it over his head and tosses it somewhere without care and you have to remind yourself to breathe because fuck me, that was hot. His hair’s a mess—even messier than before and you think that’s just as hot as he can get but then he pushes his hair back with his hand, forehead showing as it glistens with sweat, and says, “I’m not going to hold back anymore.”

Again, fuck me, that was hot.

Mark seems brave enough to finally just let go and consume you in the way he has been wanting to for a while, but you can tell he’s also nervous from the way he fumbles every now and then, especially when he tries to unhook your bra without looking. He has no problem tossing your—his—hoodie away, but when he keeps his eyes closed as he kisses you, it takes a good minute for him to finally unclasp your bra.

He’s momentarily in awe when your naked breasts come into view but he wastes no more time trying to please you with both his hands and his mouth.

It’s good. He’s good. If he’s this good his first time, you can’t wait to see what happens next. You’re too busy losing yourself in his touch until you feel his length pressing against your thigh. By instinct, you press it harder against his groin, eliciting a surprised moan from him.

Goddamn, why is he so hot?

That voice of his; you want to hear it more and more, so you bring his mouth back to yours, align your hips with his and unzip his jeans. Mark is swearing again, but the more he swears, the breathier he sounds and when you rub him over his underwear, his moans are delicious.

“Feels good?” You ask and he kinds of scowl at you because what do you think?

Surprisingly enough, he pushes your hand away from his crotch and when you raise an eyebrow asking why, he kisses your body lower and lower until his face is hovering above your panties.

“Mark,” you call out, “Don’t try to be sexy and pull my underwear down with your teeth or something. You haven’t reached that level yet.”

He responds by tickling you hard on the sides of your stomach and you almost kick him in the face from laughing beyond control.

After all joking has receded, Mark swallows his breath nervously and kisses you on the inside part of your thigh, slowly creeping down to your heat, mouthing against it from over the fabric.

“Want me to take it off?” He asks in the cockiest way you’ve ever seen him do and you wonder who’s the virgin one in this relationship.

“Depends. Do you want to have blue balls for the rest of your life?”

“I’m kidding, geez,” he says, chuckling a bit but it sounds more nervous and he probably is nervous since he’s never done anything like this before.

“Don’t worry, I’ll guide you,” you assure him and he looks like he wants to retort with something clever and snarky but he also kind of needs your guidance so he keeps quiet and just pulls your underwear down and tosses it away.

Mark knows how to use his tongue, he just doesn’t know where he should use his tongue. That’s when your guidance comes handy, you suppose.

“A little bit lower, Mark.”

“Here?”

“Lower.”

“Umm… here?”

“Whoa, too low!” You spring up from the bed, pressing your thighs together so he won’t lick anywhere weird. “Okay, Mark, there’s my vagina and there’s my ass. Some girls like to have their asses eaten, but not me.”

“Right,” he says awkwardly, cheeks burning bright. “Sorry.”

“No, don’t be. Umm…” It’s so awkward and you both kind of just sit on the bed not knowing what to do so you ask, a bit unconvincingly, “Try again?”

To your surprise, Mark nods rather excitedly, like a child eager to learn and that’s cute and all but in this context? Not so much.

But wow, Mark learns fast.

It’s been more than a year since someone has touched you like this and it feels like it’s your first time again, so you’re quickly reduced to a whimpering mess when Mark kisses and flicks his tongue against your private part. And when he sucks at a particular spot, you’re practically screaming his name.

“S-sorry, did I hurt you?” He asks, pulling away, eyes shaking in concern.

“God, no.” You’re this close to shoving his face back to your crotch. “Don’t stop, Mark, please.”

“But if you’re in pain—“

“Mark,” you can practically feel your patience throwing itself out of the window. “If I’m in pain, I will kick you in the face or tell you to stop, so if I don’t do any of that, don’t fucking stop.”

You know you sound a bit desperate. Or a lot. But is there any girl out there who’s not going to sound this desperate when Mark Lee is using his mouth to utter nonsense when he just did a perfectly good job over there?

Lucky for you, Mark actually listens and doesn’t stop going even if you’re mewling his name, to the point of almost sobbing even, and continues to please you until your thighs begin to tremble in delight and you fall back to the bed with the biggest content sigh you’ve ever made in your entire life.

“How was it?” He asks with a little bit of teasing in his tone because he can see how good it was. You can tell he wants to hear you praise him.

“You, Mark Lee,” you breathe out, looking at him with stars in your eyes. “Are the most talented person in the world and I’m not just talking about your talent in music, but in everything.”

He chuckles. “That good?”

You pull him down by his belt, until his chest pressing against yours again. “That good,” you agree before you crash your mouth against his in the most consuming way you’ve ever kissed someone.

Mark eventually has his pants off and you switch positions when he’s finally stark naked. He’s so shy about the whole thing that he barely keeps eye contact with you, and he stutters hard, asking where the condom is when you begin to position yourself on top of him. You shake your head, telling him that you don’t have one and add, “Just tell me when you’re about to come so you can pull out just in time.”

Mark opens and closes his mouth like a fish gasping for air, probably about to protest but can’t come up with any better solution. Besides, he basically just throws everything out of the door when you sit down on his lap, your walls stretching against his length in one swift motion and he throws his head back.

“Fuck!” He breathes heavily, looking at you specifically at the part where you both are connected. “You’re wet—how are you so wet—and warm—oh my God—I’m—“

“You’re rambling again.” It’s the third time you said that to him in the last hour, which must have been some kind of a record. Not important right now, though. You’re focusing yourself to adapt to his length—because he’s nowhere small, it turns out—and slide up and down when it stings less.

“Okay, shit, wait—“ Mark sinks his nails on the sides of your hips, making you wince a little and he pulls back, muttering “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, but I feel like I’m going crazy. Can we stop?”

“Too much?”

“Too much.”

You tease him by clenching your walls around him and he just groans loudly in the sexiest way you’ve ever heard a man groan. “Babe, please,” he begs, eyes half-lidded in lust. “You’re not being fair. It’s my first time.”

“So?” You can’t help it. You’re having so much fun. You rock your hips against him again and he just loses it. Mark grabs you by the waist, bringing you back down to the bed and muffle your laughter with his mouth.

“Since you can’t stop teasing me about it,” Mark says, spreading your legs apart by instinct and seeing him between your thighs is just the sexiest thing you’ve ever witnessed. “I’ll take control from here.”

Mark moves rather awkwardly, and sloppily from time to time but he is hitting the right spot. He’s too enthusiastic though, which doesn’t make him last long. He comes undone soon after, dripping liquid onto your stomach before your own orgasm can hit you but he doesn’t spend his time lying beside you on the bed. Instead, he quickly inserts one finger into you, then two, pumping in and out as he analyses your expression—making sure that he’s doing right and not hurting you in the process. You clutch your fingers around his bicep, urging him to go faster with your mouth parting halfway in pleasure and he smiles proudly at the sight. Smirking, he brings his mouth back to suck on whatever that is that makes you feel like the world is ending and you don’t fucking care because of Mark, oh yes, Mark!

When you’re done, he pulls his fingers out and licks the tips. He’s probably not trying to be sexy but more out of curiosity or just trying to imitate some dudes in those porn videos he watches from time to time, but goddamn, please do that again.

“Sorry for making such a mess,” he says, pushing the bangs out of your eyes, “I’ll go grab some tissues to clean you up—”

You bring him down to kiss him, senselessly, longingly, and languidly. Just enjoying the moment as you come down from your high. “You know,” you say, “I don’t know if I’m a good teacher, or you’re just one hell of a student, but that was amazing.”

Mark blushes but he grins like a child. “Am I better than Haechan?”

“I hate you for bringing him up because he no longer exists in my life but I bet my ass he’s never going to be as good as you. Our first time is ten times better than my last time with him.”

“You’re being honest?”

“Ten thousand percent.”

Mark plops down on the bed next to you, punching the air in a winning pose. “Hell yes!”

“Mark?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“Let’s take a shower together. You see, practice makes perfect.”

As he’s busy trying to wash the blush away from his face, there’s a loud knocking sound coming from the other side of your door.

“Have you two bunnies done fucking each other’s brains out yet? I need to take my AirPods you borrowed.”

Mark stares at you in horror when you finally remember that you, indeed, borrowed Johnny’s AirPods this morning.

You begin to sweat. “Oops?”

***

#hahahaha wat is dis even #i am so sorry for this #mark lee #mark lee smut #nct #mark nct #mark lee nct #smut #nct u #nct 127 #mark x reader #mark lee x reader #fluff #fanfic #nct fanfic #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct reactions #super m #superm #mark super m #mark superm #nct edit #mark lee fanfics #mark lee scenarios #mark lee imagines #mark lee fluff #mine #sundaysundaes

[fanficsandfluff]

ringo has no right being that cute ahshsjdkskf

but yeah, heres some of those hcs‼ (pt 1, johm lemon and paul cartman)

John (Ler):

Holy FUCK?? dont let him catch you. mf is crazy.

he CAN and WILL nuzzle his nose into your tummy, dont test him.

he is a firm believer in using toothbrushes to make his lee fucking SCREAM

bit of a foot fetish?? maybe??? 👀 not in a nsfw way but like,, he just likes feet ok-

John (Lee):

fuckin snorting mess

his most ticklish spots?? belly, back, under the knees, and his feet. dont get his toes, he will kick you right in the schnoz.

he can NOT take verbal teasing. he turns into a tomato right there if you even SAY the t-word.

Paul (Ler):

definitely a flirter, are you kidding me

loVES TO COMPLIMENT HIS LEEEEEE

"oi, no need to get all giddy, luv~"

LOVES TO GIVE TICKLE MASSAGES. (basically dont ask for a massage from this man cuz you will be a giggling mess in less than 3 minutes)

Paul (Lee):

his laugh?? im- oh god it's so beautiful

his laugh is like a fuckin angel's giggle its TOO GOOD NOT TO HEAR

most ticklish spots are his underarms, neck, ears, and DEFINITELY UNDER THE CHIN

basically, if you want him to get all flustered, just flutter your nails under his chin he will DIE

OKAAAAYYYYY HERE WE GO!!!

First off, frickin' precious hcs to read. I have re-read these multiple times since you've sent these bc they make me happy any time I read them :D

Okay all of the Ler bits for John are???? SO fucking perfect???? like???????? I have nothing to add, absolutely everything is true (the bit about the toothbrush and thinking about these gentlemen using TOOLS is just too much for me to handle I would combust)

PAUL IS TICKLISH UNDER HIS CHIN. FUCK. YES.

Dude I am so happy with these, thank you!!!!!

#answered ask #ask #clownfoolz #the beatles #the beatles tickle hcs #hcs #headcanons #tickle headcanons #tickle hcs #john lennon #paul mccartney #lee!john #lee!paul #ler!john #ler!paul

[destinyc1020]

I was wondering🧐😂 will you ever tell us the thing you noticed in that mtv interview Tom did, where he talked about z and stuff?

Wowwww.....

Y'all don't forget anything do you?  🤣😂

Okay okay okay okay OKAAAAYYYYY....   Fine... I will share with you all what I noticed in that interview since I’ve received so many asks about it in the past. 

I didn’t even think it was that big of a deal tbh. 🤷🏾‍♀️   That’s why I didn’t post it lol. 

Anyway..... 

As you all probably already know by now, I tend to study/pick up on subtle body language cues. Well, when I was watching the MTV interview with Tom, I picked up on a few things that were just small/minor things, but pretty telling imo.  👀

**Caution: If I sound crazy, then please just ignore this entire post and my babbling lol....🙈

So anyway....the FIRST thing I noticed is that when Josh asked Tom about Zendaya, Tom swallowed....hard..... 😳 (Min 6:47) I noticed it immediately and thought it was a little interesting, so then I went back to look at how he reacted in the same interview when he was asked other questions, and whether that's just something that he just does most of the time....

But when Josh asks Tom OTHER questions (non-Zendaya-related), Tom didn't swallow! 👀  

For example: 

Min 2:36

Min 4:20 - 4:50 

Min 5:39

Min 8:39, etc

THEN... at Min 7:49 Josh jokes that maybe Tom is “just trying to butter Z up” so that she will give him a role in Euphoria lol... 

And Tom says: "I Keep saying that to her, like when are you gonna let ME be in Euphoria...?" THEN he says: "I wanna..." then quickly switches it up to say: "JACOB and I want to be in there.... I just want one scene". 

Tbh, I sometimes wonder if he/they use "Jacob" as a buffer to hide their REAL "friendship" lol? 🤔 Cuz otherwise, why would he have to switch up saying “I”, to "Jacob and I???"  What’s wrong with saying “I”??  You two are just friends right??  😏

I've also noticed in the past that sometimes (not all the time) when Tom is asked about Z (or just questions that may make him nervous in general), he takes a sip of water.  👀  I noticed it in Bali in particular when he was on a panel and an interviewer asked him about Zendaya, and he took a sip of water lol.  😂   Let me tell you..... He hadn't taken a sip of water during the entire interview prior, but as soon as the interviewer asked him about her, he immediately took a sip of water afterwards....maybe it was after he gave his answer I think.   I'll have to go back to the interview to double check to make sure.  But I just always found that interesting lol.  😂  He’s pretty thirsty just in general overall lol, but it was just the fact that he had not taken a sip of water at all until THAT question came up  that stood out to me lol.  

So there you go... See?? It wasn’t really that big of a deal. 🤪 It’s just little things that I pick up on with body language.  😅 And Tom def has a tell lol.  😏  

So maybe next time you all will believe me when I say that it’s “really not that big of a deal”.  😂

Just in case anyone is confused, here is the interview I’m referring to (below)... The MTV News interview with Josh. 

#don't mind me #I'm just a body language observer #I'm not obsessed with him I'm just very observant #MTV #Josh Horowitz

[colbybrocksmolder]

Never Have I Ever Had A Threesome - Colby Brock x Reader x Nate (smut) [PART 3/3]

“Hey, Sam!” Colby called out into Sam’s apartment.

“Up here!” Sam answered from the loft. “Can you grab my drink off of the counter before you come up?”

“I got you, brother.” Colby grabbed the drink, grabbed a can of soda for himself, and climbed the stairs. “Ooo, did we pick dates yet?” Colby asked, seeing Sam on the AirBnB website.

They were planning their annual Kansas boys vacation to Hawaii and a lot had changed in the last year. Alex had gotten quite serious with his girlfriend. Sam was thinking about asking Kat to move in with him when the boys got a new house. Colby and you had been officially dating for almost 6 months. Even Nate had been “with” a girl for almost the last year.

“That’s the thing” Sam said. “There are loads of open dates for the trip, but they’re all sooner than we thought they’d be. The best deals and weather all seem to be in just a few months.”

“So? That’s fine, dude.” Colby shrugged it off.

“I’ll text Alex and Nate.” Sam said, grabbing his phone.

“Wait.” Colby stopped him, putting his hand over Sam’s iphone that was sitting on his desk. “I have a question. It’s totally okay to say no, but I wanted to get your thoughts.”

“Okaaaayyyyy.” Sam drawled out, wondering what Colby was all jittery about.

“Hear me out. Kat has never gone on a vacation with you unless you count being dragged to wedding events and no one counts that…This is the first year we’re all with someone.” Colby explained. “Am I breaking the rules by asking if we want to bring the girls?”

Sam looked like he was considering it. “I mean, as long as we still spend part of it hanging out with just the guys, I think it would be great.”

“Of course, of course. Y/n and Kat are practically joined at the hip now-a-days. Alex’s girl is super chill and I’m sure Nate wouldn’t date someone crazy. The girls can spend a few days together while we go do dumb Kansas boys shit on our own.” Colby said, relieved Sam didn’t shut his idea down straight away.

“Why don’t we bring it up to the guys and see what they say?” Sam looked up at Colby and shrugged.

Nate and Alex seemed happy with the idea. A date was picked. The tickets were booked. A huge AirBnB was rented. Sam kept talking about how this trip felt more ‘grown up’. Like a family vacation.

“Wake up, baby” you gently shook Colby. You knew this was going to be a long day because the two of you had gone to bed exactly….2 hours ago. “Colby” you laughed, climbing on top of him and pressing kiss after kiss to his face. Even though his body stayed unmoving, you could see him trying to hide a smile. “I know you’re awake, you brat.” You went to climb off of him.

His strong arms pinned you against his body as he opened one eye to stare up at you. “I think I might need a little more waking up.”

“You’re such a dork” you laughed, connecting your lips in a more passionate kiss. “Come on. We need to get our shit to Sam’s so we can order an Uber.”

“I’m so stoked to see Nate” Colby said from the closet. “We haven’t seen him since you moved out here.” He was looking for something that would be comfortable to travel in, but you had already stolen his favorite hoodie.

“So am I!” you agreed, moving to pick something else for Colby to wear. “I haven’t seen him in well over a year, actually. Wear this one.” You said, throwing him a hoodie you thought he looked hotter than usual in.

“You really like this one, don’t you?” He teased, pulling on a cut-up tank top and then the hoodie.

“I mean, I’d prefer you to just walk around naked all the time” you smirked, slipping your fingers under the hem of his tank top. “But this is a close second place.”

“And I thought I was going to be the one that made us late.” He leaned down to kiss you.

Before your lips connected, Sam barged into the apartment. “If you guys aren’t out here in 5 minutes, we’re coming in with the squirt guns” he said before slamming the door.

You both laughed, double checking that your carryon bags had chargers, headphones, a book, etc. The usual ‘I don’t want to die of boredom on this long ass flight’ stuff. When you landed in Hawaii, the four of you took a cab to the AirBnB and started claiming rooms.

“When do Nate and Alex get here?” you yelled down the stairs having claimed the room furthest away from the other bedrooms. It wasn’t the biggest, but this meant you didn’t have to worry about being too loud. Sam and Kat constantly teased you about keeping them awake even though you knew they couldn’t hear you through the apartment walls.

“I don’t know where Alex is, but I’m right here, beautiful.” Nate yelled back, dropping his bags in the living room.

You squealed the whole way down the stairs, tackling Nate in a hug that almost knocked him over. “It’s been too fucking long, Hardy.”

“Tell me about it” he said, spinning you around once.

The two of you let go of each other, Colby and Sam both pulling Nate into hugs. “Where’s your girl?” Colby asked, looking towards the front door.

Nate had his ‘Everything is chill’ smile plastered on his face, “We’ll talk about that later.” He slapped Colby on the back, pulling him into another hug. “In more important news, you owe Sam, Alex and I a hundred bucks each.”

“OH YEAH!” Sam practically yelled.

“What?” you laughed, leaning into Colby’s side. Colby had a confused look on his face.

“Summer before senior year. The warehouse.” Nate said with a smug look on his face.

Sam continued the story. “We were laying on the roof having one of our ‘life is short’ talks and Nate looked over at Colby and said...”

“If it’s so short, then why are you afraid to live it?” Nate interrupted him, smiling over at you. “I teased him about walking you home every day and not letting you come to the warehouse because ‘it’s too dangerous’. I asked him why he didn’t just ask you out.”

Colby’s hands were over his blushing cheeks. “Dude, I haven’t thought about that night in a long time, man.”

“Awwww, your face is so red, babe.” You laughed, wrapping your arms around him.

“Colby denied liking you ‘like that’” Sam laughed, doing air quotes. “Alex chimed in and bet him a hundred bucks that you two would eventually end up together.”

“We all took the bet against him…and by the looks of it, that makes one Colby Brock 300 dollars less rich.” Nate laughed, looking around the house you guys were staying in.

“I’ll pay up” Colby laughed, headed up the stairs. “Nate, there’s another room up here.”

Nate settled into a small room, closest to yours. Alex and his girlfriend showed up and took the second bedroom downstairs next to Sam and Kat’s. You guys napped and ordered food.

“I don’t know about you guys, but I’m dying to go to the beach.” Nate said, looking out the window. “I always forget how beautiful this place is.”

The 7 of you packed your beach bags, threw on your suits, and walked towards the beautiful blue horizon. “You ready to talk about it yet?” you asked, you and Nate were currently sat in the sand near Alex and his girlfriend, watching Sam, Kat, and Colby attempt to fly a kite.

“She just wasn’t the one.” He said, looking over at you with no sign of sadness on his features.

“It took you a year to figure that out?” you teased him.

“No. We’ve always known. I just…” Nate took a deep breath, looking around at your little makeshift family. “This? This is special. I didn’t want to invite her in.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“Naaate, then why didn’t you tell Sam and Colby right away? You guys could have had your normal Kansas shenanigans trip!” you scolded him.

“Y/n.” Nate grabbed your hand. “I wanted this. I missed you. And I never get to see the other girls, either. We aren’t just a rowdy bunch of boys anymore. We’ve expanded.”

“Always the sentimental one.” You squeezed his hand and smiled over at him.

“Before you know it, we’ll be bringing kids on these trips.” He laughed.

“Dude, Alex is first. Sam and Kat have sworn off kids for like 8 more years.” You chuckled.

“And what about you and the blue-eyed genetic lottery winner over there?” he teased. “That kid was made to be a dad and you know it.”

“I assume it’ll happen like everything else in our lives.” You watched Colby finally get the damn kite off the ground and proudly yell your name to look at it flying through the air. “It’ll happen when we least expect it and it’ll be amazing.”

“Good job, baby!” Nate yelled at Colby.

Colby threw his head back laughing and the kite smashed into the sand. “You distracted me!” he yelled, handing the spool to Kat so he could try to get the kite back up in the air.

“You know, Colby’s been eyeballing your new tattoo.” You looked over at Nate with a smirk. “I think he may want to see it up close later.”

“Is that so?” he laughed. “I didn’t know if you two had changed your ways with your official titles and all.”

“I think we’ll always have room for you.” You stood, pulling Nate with you to join the others closer to the water.

When your group got home, most people just headed to their rooms. Between traveling and running around on the beach, everyone was pretty tired. “Did you see the bathtub?” you asked, popping your head back into your bedroom. “This thing is huge. It looks like a jacuzzi!”

“Oooo that actually sounds like heaven right now.” Colby said, finding hangers to let your beach clothes dry on.

“I’m gonna run a hot bath. I’ll come get you when it’s ready.” You stripped out of your suit and handed it to Colby.

“Hey Nate!” Colby called, walking down the hall towards the smaller bedroom. Seeing the door opened, he walked in. “Do you want me to hang up your trunks? We’re putting our stuff on the balcony to dry. Nate?”

“Out here.” Nate called back, an open window leading to a little section of the roof.

“You would already be sat on the roof.” Colby laughed, joining him.

“Just been in a thinkin’ mood” Nate smiled over at him.

“Nate, when are you not in a thinking mood?” Colby teased.

“Different kind of thinkin’ this time” he answered, staring out at the ocean. He could barely make out the horizon between the dark water and the dark sky.

“Good or bad?” Colby asked.

“Always good, brother.” Nate answered, the two of them spending a few moments in silence just enjoying cool night air. “If I were to ask you when you thought you were going to have kids, what would you say? Just a hypothetical. Entertain me.”

Colby sat, staring out at the blue abyss. “Honestly? Whenever it happens.” He shrugged. “I’ve got a great job, I’m lucky enough to have some great friends, and I’ve got the most amazing girl in the whole world. There’s no point in planning when anytime is an okay time.”

“Solid answer.” Nate nodded his head. “Y/n said something similar.”

“Yeah?” Colby asked.  

“Something about it happening like everything else that has happened between the two of you. When you least expect it, but amazing anyways.”

“I told you.” Colby replied. “Most amazing girl in the world.”

“I’m so fucking happy for you two, dude.” Nate smiled over at Colby.

“Thanks, man.” Colby ducked his head, grinning ear to ear. “How about you spend a little time being happy with us instead of for us, though.” He stood, reaching his hand out to pull Nate up with him.

“You know I can’t say no to that.” Nate laughed, following Colby back into the house.

“There you are!” you said, seeing Colby and Nate walk into your bedroom’s bathroom. “I went to tell Colby the bath was ready and I couldn’t find either of you.”

“I’ll give you one guess where I found Nate.” Colby laughed, stripping out of his swim trunks and taking Nate’s to hang them on the balcony.

“Roof?” you looked over at Nate, guessing.

“Bingo.” He laughed.

Colby snuck down the hall to turn off Nate’s light and close his door so no one would wonder where he was. He locked your bedroom door and joined you back in the bathroom. “Now THIS is a sight I’ve missed.” He smirked down at you and Nate both in the Jacuzzi tub, water up to your necks.

“While I don’t mind the view, I think you should join us.” Nate teased.

Colby stepped into the water, the jacuzzi tub having plenty of room for the three of you. “Fuuuuck, this feels good.” He said, letting the hot water envelop him.

“Come here.” Nate said, pulling Colby’s back towards him so he could massage his muscles.

“Oh my god, I forgot you had magic hands.” Colby melted under Nate’s touch.

“I didn’t.” you smirked, watching the look of pure bliss on your boyfriend’s face.

“What are you thinking about?” Nate asked you, your eyes not having left Colby’s face.

“Just admiring the…I guess I’d use the word ‘power’ you have over this one.” You said, moving to take Colby’s face in your hands.

“Explain.” Nate said, continuing to massage Colby’s back. You could see Colby’s face turn slightly pink.

“My possessive boy here always has to be in charge.” You leaned forward and kissed him. “When we were with Jake, Colby would slowly tease him, drag things out, boss us both around. He likes being responsible for making us feel good.”

Nate nodded, his hands moving to wrap around Colby’s waist. “Ahhh, I see.”  

“But for some reason, he’s always been putty in your hands.” You said, Colby’s hands finding your body under the water and pulling you to him.

He captured your lips in another kiss. “Sometimes it scares me that you know me so well.” He smiled against your lips. “You’re letting out all my secrets.”

“I’m sorry, but it’s a pretty sexy secret.” You pulled away from Colby to hit the button to drain the jacuzzi tub.

Nate’s hands slid lower against Colby’s abdomen, fingers teasing him. “I really fucking missed you two.” He said, kissing up the side of Colby’s neck.

Colby closed his eyes, head tilting to the side. “We were just saying the same thing.” Colby agreed.

You climbed out of the tub and grabbed a stack of towels. “Come on, boys. Let’s move this somewhere You’re not going to accidentally drown.”

Nate pulled away from Colby to stand up and Colby groaned. Nate leaned down to pull him into a gentle kiss. “Good boys wait their turn.” He said, stepping out of the bath and scooping you up.

Colby heard you squeal out a laugh as Nate dropped you on the bed. He couldn’t keep the smile off of his face. He grabbed a towel and walked to join you in the bedroom. “I don’t mind waiting my turn when my view is this good.” Colby said, seeing Nate bent over the bed, his face buried in your breasts.

“I get to leave all the marks I want on you two and everyone is going to think you did it to each other.” Nate smirked, leaning down to suck a red mark at the base of your neck. His teeth grazed your skin as he relented.

Colby walked up behind Nate. “People are going to wonder where yours came from, though.” He said, his hands traveling from Nate’s back to his hips. Colby pulled his hand back and laid a firm slap against Nate’s ass. A clear red handprint visible on the pale flesh.

Nate groaned, burying his face in your neck. “Someone’s begging for attention.” Nate said, feeling Colby’s hand smooth over the reddened skin.

“This doesn’t feel like begging.” Colby snarked, landing a slap on the opposite side of Nate’s ass, his ring clad fingers tracing the red marks.

“I think you should give him what he wants.” You said to Nate, pulling him into a kiss. Your teeth pulling on his bottom lip.

Nate stood up and turned to Colby, his mouth latching on to Colby’s collarbone. “So needy” Nate whispered, leaving a deep purplish red mark on Colby’s skin. “On your knees.”

Colby’s breath caught in his chest for a moment before he dropped down to his knees in front of Nate. You sat up on the edge of the bed behind Nate to watch, your hands moving to rub up and down Nate’s thighs. “God, you look hot like that.”

“Tell me this doesn’t feel like begging.” Nate said, his hand gently grazing Colby’s cheek. his fingers moved to trace Colby’s full lips. “She’s right. You look great on your knees.”

Colby’s cheeks looked flushed and his breathing picked up. “Touch him, Colby.” You said, enjoying the fact that he was relinquishing the power for once. You loved how dominant he normally was, but watching him give it up once in a while was an experience you wouldn’t trade for the world.

Colby leaned forward, pressing kisses to the tattooed bit of flesh near Nate’s hip. He circled Nate’s erection with his hand, pumping up and down the full length. He loosened his grip to flatten his tongue and lick a stripe up the underside from base to tip. When he heard Nate moan his name, he got a little braver. He smirked up at Nate, maintaining eye contact as he took him into his mouth. His soft, full lips sliding further down his length.

Watching these two together was honestly one of the things that got you off the most. You dropped your hand between your legs, slowly starting to pleasure yourself as you watched Colby pleasure Nate. “I can hear you moaning, baby girl.” Nate said in a sing-songy voice. “Are you touching yourself?” he asked.

“God, if you were watching the two of you you’d be touching yourself too.” You said, your fingers quickening their pace.

Colby grabbed Nate’s hips, holding him still so he could try to take him deeper into his mouth. Colby hummed in satisfaction, sending waves of pleasure through Nate’s body. Nate’s head fell back, his hand gripping Colby’s hair to pull his mouth off of him. He stared down at Colby while he caught his breath. “Don’t let her finish herself off.” Nate said, bending down to pull Colby’s wet lips into a rough kiss. He released Colby from the kiss and stepped to the side.

Colby crawled forward, pulling your fingers away from yourself. “Come here.” Colby said, his hands swiftly pulling your hips to the bed’s edge. His mouth moved to your wet core, his tongue doing quick work of pushing you through your orgasm. When you begged him to stop, he kissed his way up your body, stopping to darken the mark that Nate had previously left.

Nate grabbed a condom and walked back to the bed. “Colby, lay down.” He said, pointing towards the head of the bed and putting the condom on himself.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of him bossing you around.” You smiled down at your boyfriend, moving to connect your lips. You kissed across his jaw, whispering in his ear. “I love you. So fucking much.” Colby pulled your lips back to his, his tongue begging entrance.

“Colby, baby. I’m gonna need to borrow her from you for a minute.” Nate said, a lopsided smirk on his face as he watched the two of you make-out.

Colby watched you crawl down his body towards Nate. Seeing him whisper something in your ear. He watched as you turned to crawl halfway back up his body on your hands and knees. “That’s a sight I’ll never get sick of.” He said, watching you lean down and press open mouth kisses up the side of his girth. “Oh fuck.”  Colby squeezed his eyes closed, feeling your tongue move across his sensitive tip. When he opened his eyes, he watched Nate line himself up behind you, hands firmly placed on your hips. “Just when I thought the view couldn’t get any better…”

You could feel Nate sliding himself back and forth over your entrance before filling you up, bottoming out. You pulled your mouth off of Colby to rest your head on his hip. “Fuck. Move, Nate. Don’t tease me.”

“Yes ma’am.” He said, starting to build a rhythm with each additional thrust. “Don’t forget about your boy, there.”

You smirked up at Colby, taking him fully into your mouth. You knew exactly how to make him fall apart. You slid your lips damn near all the way to the base, hollowing your cheeks before bobbing your head back up. Your fingers moved to gently massage his balls as you repeated your actions. Every few thrusts Nate would hit that sweet spot making you groan around Colby’s dick. You knew Colby was close because his hands kept reaching for you. The frazzled energy he felt from being pushed closer to the edge of his orgasm made him grabby. “Y/n, I’m gonna cum.” He mumbled out, giving you fair warning.

“Come on, baby” Nate egged him on, his own thrusts getting slower but rougher indicating he was close, as well. “Colby, look at me.”

Colby looked up, watching Nate’s final thrusts as he threw his head back with a grunt. Colby’s hands tangled in your hair as he came in your mouth. You slowed your movements, swallowing every drop your boy had to give you.

Nate climbed off the bed to throw the condom away. Colby stayed laying on his back, pulling you up to rest against one of his sides. He pressed kisses to your hair and wrapped an arm around you holding you tight against him. “I love you.” He said, still coming down from his high. “I am the luckiest person alive to have you.”

You looked up at him, connecting your lips in a sweet, slow kiss. “I could say the same about you.”

You both saw Nate standing by the door, watching the two of you. “Bitch!” Colby called out, a grin spread across his face. “Don’t you fucking dare touch that door.”

“Don’t worry. I wasn’t going to leave you.” Nate said with a soft smile. “I was just taking a few seconds to really take in the moment.” He tossed the comforter over the two of you before crawling in and cuddling into Colby’s other side.

“Our sentimental boy.” You reached over to rest your hand on his cheek. “We love you, you know?”

“I can feel that.” Nate said, leaning across Colby to kiss you and then moving to kiss Colby. “Why do you think I wanted to make sure I remembered this moment?”

#Colby Brock #Colby Brock x Reader #colby brock imagine #nate hardy #solhardymusic

[littlerockerao3]

👻⭐️😂🎈

Thank you dear!

👻 2 or 3 sentences from something you haven’t posted yet

Okay, as some of you might have noticed, I’m an idiot. Let me explain. I do this weird thing when I write: I write down dialogues only first, like a script. Then later I add descriptions and stuff. That’s why my chapters are usually so long lol. So, since Need For Respite is the only fic I’ve been able to write atm, I’ll leave you a few dialogues from it😅

1- Theon: “and do you like it when they do this to you? I know some people who...”

Satin: “I don’t like anything they make me do”

2- Satin: “what?”

Theon: “a gun to your head doesn’t scare you but my uncle does, apparently”

3-Satin: “I’m Satin by the way”

Jon: “Satin?”

Satin: “Yeah, my mom liked stupid names”

Jon: “It’s not stupid, it’s cute”

Satin: “Thank you...”

⭐️ how do you get your inspiration?

Usually from movies. Then I tend to change almost everything by chance, but it’s usually from movies. And though I’ll never want kids in my life, I’m a sucker for parents!au or big brother&little siblings and the whole “looking after someone younger” thing. I got the inspiration of Losing My Religion from Lilo & Stitch Lol. While I started writing Head Above Water because of Theon’s Dr Stark kink in Losing My Religion (and Richard Madden’s role in Sirens Lol). While I started writing Need For Respite because of a dream (this happens quite often too yeah lol)

😂 a line that made you laugh out loud

Oh dear, probably this one (it’s more than one line but still):

[Throbb just had sex] Robb turned to look at him: -I don't know, before it gets dark. However, it's a nice thing to cum together.- he continued: it had never happened to him, to be so much in harmony with a boy with whom he had been together for so little time.

-If you say so...- Theon muttered skeptically, earning himself a punch on the shoulder in response: -You're only saying this because you don't last long.- Robb teased.

(I really don’t know why I wrote that LOL)

🎈- what’s a spoiler for a wip or series?

Okaaaayyyyy... still about Need For Respite, both Throbb and JonSatin are already going to happen in the upcoming chapter😂

That was fun! Thank you!

#northenfieldsforever #thank you! #my fics #throbb #jonsatin #game of thrones #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #spoiler alert kind of #more like a preview actually #theon x robb #jon x satin #satin x jon #theon greyjoy #jon snow #robb stark #satin flowers #losing my religion #need for respite #head above water #wip

[msm-tsotmw]

Hey Everyone , PomPom Here !! I Was About To Write Something About The New Friends Mammott And I Have Made , But I Couldn’t Figure Out The Passcode For This Device Until He Showed Me 😅 Thanks , Mammott !!

anytime B)

Anyways , I Forgot To Introduce You Guys To Repatillo ! They’re A Very Fun Monster , And I’ll Let Them (And Floogull) Type Now !!

also uh it doesnt let us type our real names so just call yourself by your species name

Hi!!!!! This Thing Is Really Fun To Use :OOOOO Man, I Wish Fire Haven Had More Of These :(

I mean Glowl can just fly up to the surface and buy one right

:OOO Ohhhhhh, right!!!

WAIT A MINUTE!!!

Hey PomPom, you said you and your buddies were trying to figure a way out of the pit, right?????

Uhh , Yeah !

Maybe Glowl can help!!! They’re kinda rude towards new people thoughhhhh,,

But once you get to know her they’re really nice

Okay , Thank You !! Hey , Where Can We Meet Her ?

Oh she usually just tries to fly around the island but she’s also seen talking with Tweedle or admiring her own feathers

They’re really strong too so I think they can carry the 3 of you and your equipment

cool

imma go tell furcorn

they dont really seem to like here unless kaynas telling them random facts abt the celestials or whatever

(Mammott tries to contact Furcorn through PomPom’s device, but they don’t pick up…)

(Mammott tries again, but Furcorn still isn’t answering.)

okaaaayyyyy this is concerning

Maybe they’re ditching you????

That’s Not Making Mammott Feel Better …

Ohhh

Sorry >0<

It’s Okay !! We’ll Just Wait For Furcorn . They’ll Pick Up Any Minute Now …

Any Minute Now …

Any Minute Now …

#my singing monsters #msm #msm au #my singing monsters au #pompom #pompom msm #mammott #mammott msm #repatillo #repatillo msm #floogull #floogull msm

[irrelevantwriter]

OKAY, OKAY, OKAAAAYYYYY!!!!! GIRL!!!! That new Rio fic is everything!!!! I am here for it, we love a king who opens up a lil bit

Ahhhh thank you bby!! ☺️💗☺️💗 I’m so glad you liked it! And yes girl, we stan a vulnerable King. Communication and feelings are sexy. And the last part will definitely be more carefree Rio. Both of them are going to let down their walls even more. So stay tuned 😏

Thank you again for reading and showing me love! You’ve been a real one from day one 💗💗

#ask #answered

[isobel-thorm]

Matt/Grant - being unable to open their eyes for a few moments afterward 

Sunday Morning

“Uncllleeeee Graaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaant, wake up.” 

Grant Lyons sighed heavily as he woke at the sound, then turned his head in order to offer a playfully displeased look at the culprit.

Three-year-old Cal Raylan bounced on his feet, then reached up to shake Grant’s shoulder. “Wake uuuuuppp! Uncle Matt is making pancakes!” 

“Pancakes, huh? But I don’t have an Uncle Matt. Who’s Uncle Matt?” Whose uncle is he?”  

“Yours!” Cal insisted with a giggle, poking Grant’s nose for good measure. 

“Mine? Not yours?”

“No, Silly!” Cal shook his head vigorously, then grabbed Grant’s hand and tugged. “Come onooooonnn, we gotta eeeaaaaatttt!” 

“Okay, okay!” Grant got up and shrugged exaggeratedly, and when Cal went to rush him to pull him out of the room, he swooped down, picked him up and tossed him over his shoulder. “Gotcha!” 

“Nooooo!” Cal called, though the shriek of laughter that followed did nothing to plead his case. 

Grant carried the toddler into the kitchen, then set Cal up the special toddler kitchen chair his uncle Russell had made them for this exact occasion because he had been just as charmed with the boy: ‘Nicolette’s family, so the little guy’s family by extension. He needs a place at the table if he ever visits.’ 

Matt was exactly where Cal said he was, at the oven, working on making a few pancakes. There was a small stack of ones he had already made. A couple of smaller ones- blueberry, by the looks of it- Cal’s usual, a few dusted red- cinnamon, his- and the one Matt was currently invested in looked like it was more chocolate chip than pancake- definitely Matt’s. 

Grant sidled over to Matt and leaned in in order to kiss him good morning. His eyes drifted closed, enjoying it for a couple of moments until he realized Matt’s eyes had been closed the entire time- both enjoying the moment and ‘trying to sleep standing up for seconds at a time’ way. He tried not to laugh. He adored Cal, but the kid was a lot to handle, and the pair of them had taken shifts during the last few days watching him- it was the only way to juggle their own work and home schedules as well as Cal’s without entirely murdering their internal clocks. Matt had volunteered for the early morning shift, and was definitely regretting it now. He pulled Matt into another kiss for good measure, and Matt hummed half in approval, half in greeting this time. 

“Eeeeewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!” Cal called, which had earned him being witness to a third and fourth kiss that had him covering his eyes and giggling all the while. 

Grant broke free of Matthew, then took a plate out of the cabinet, put Cal’s pancakes on them, and set them in front of the toddler with a fairly firm “little bites” reprimand when he could just see Cal plotting to shove half the pancake into his mouth. 

Cal pouted but did as he was told anyway.

After a few moments of watching him, Matt sighed dramatically, tucked his face into Grant’s neck, and groaned. 

Grant laughed. “How long were you up until?” Grant asked. 

“Like… one?” 

“Matt!” 

Matthew pointed at Cal accusingly. “That kid’s inherited evil lawyer arguing-manipulating capabilities, it’s not my fault!” 

“No, Babe, you’re just a pushover. He’s barely three.” 

“You try saying ‘no’ to those eyes and come back to me.” 

“I just did, did you not see me?”

“Hey, fu-” Matt nearly bit his tongue in his effort to stop himself from finishing that particular word. If Cal picked that up from one of them, she’d burn down their house. And besides, he had money on Sharky teaching him his first curse, anyway. “Shush, and go eat your pancakes.” 

Grant kissed him on the cheek, squinting playfully at Cal when he ‘ew’ed again, took his plate and sat down.

“What, Cal, you ever see two boys kissing?” Matt asked over his shoulder. 

“No!” Cal countered. “Mommy and Daddy say you used to kiss Daddy, though.” 

Matt’s spatula overshot the pancake he was working on entirely, and Grant nearly dropped his own plate the last inch it had left to make it to the table. Of course they had told him about that. Then again, he supposed telling a kid that semi weird, awkward family secret of theirs early so they knew and didn’t think about it too hard eliminated the need for an even more awkward conversation if the gossip ever got out in a few years. Still, Cal didn’t seem any the wiser about what he had just said, already going back to work eating. 

Grant sighed lightly and turned his attention back to his breakfast, taking a couple of bites before he looked at Cal. “So, Mommy and Daddy are coming back soon, so what do you want to do the next couple of days?”

“I wanna ride a pony!” 

Matt sputtered again. “Your dad’s already gotten you a horse?” 

Cal pulled a face. “No. You asked what I wanted to do, I wanna ride a pony!” 

Oh, to be three years old again. “What about something we can do around here, Kid?” Grant asked. 

Cal made a dramatic show of thinking, then perked up. “The park?” 

“Park? Wanna do soccer?” 

Cal nodded eagerly. “Yeah!” 

“Okay then, eat up, we’ll go in a bit.” 

“Yay!” 

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The park had been nice. They had worn Cal out in a strategically sneaky game of monkey in the middle before they let him start kicking at the ‘goal’ between two trees, and once he was finally worn out, they had ended the trip with a walk around the grounds. A sweet old lady had mistaken Cal as their son, and Cal had beamed and held their hands a little tighter - something Grant knew Nic had probably trained him to do- aggressive matchmaking habits died hard even after getting together, he supposed. 

They were relieved when Cal went out like a light after five minutes of being back in the car. 

It had taken him all but seconds of being back at the house to get his energy back, though. They had finally managed to wrangle him into the living room and bribe him with paper and crayons to sit still- to which he did, citing that he was ‘making Daddy’s next tattoo’ and that had been that. 

Before long it had been dinner time, and then Matthew had to leave for work. One decidedly boring shift and a lecture to Guy Marvel about proper filming permissions and paperwork that he knew would be ignored later, he was headed home.

Upon seeing the time was 1:30 A.M, Matthew had immediately headed up to bed, only to find Grant sitting awake, in the corner with Cal, huddled up on his sleeping bag as the pair watched what sounded like The Very Hungry Caterpillar on his phone. 

Grant looked up and smiled, then rolled his eyes when Matthew raised his eyebrows pointedly. 

Still, too tired to tease more than that, he merely flopped down face first onto their bed, and let the pacing of the video lull him to sleep. When he woke a few hours later, Grant was thankfully back in bed, but Cal was curled up at the foot of their bed like some sort of housepet, which had no right being that cute. He shifted so his feet didn’t catch the boy in the ribs once he would start moving, and sat up carefully. 

Naturally, also like a housepet, Cal was awake a moment later, staring at him with big, wide eyes. “What are we going to do today?” 

“Don’t know yet, buddy. Gotta talk to Uncle Grant. Let’s make breakfast first.” 

“... Waffles?” Cal requested. 

“Maaaaaayybbeee,” Matthew countered. “That’s a lot of work, though. Go wait in the kitchen, we’ll be out.” 

“Are you gonna kiss?” Cal asked, though there was a hint of unamusement in his voice. Matt had to wonder just how attached he was to his parents if they had been that honest with him in wanting a moment of privacy for it.  

Matt stared at him, then laughed. “Maybe that, too. Now, go on.” 

“Okaaaayyyyy,” Cal hopped off the bed then out of the room. 

Matthew turned his attention back to Grant, who was making a show of not being awake. “Come on, Pushover. You did worse than I did. Can’t wait to tell Nic that later.” 

“Go ‘way,” was Grant’s immediate response. 

Matt laughed again, then got up in order to get dressed. 

Once he did, he turned back to see Grant a little more with it, sitting up in bed and blinking the sleep out of his eyes. 

“This is… nice,” Grant finally said after a moment. 

Matt stilled a bit, curious as to just what he meant. They had done some work on the house, they had been married a while now but it still had some of the newlywed domesticity charm, but then there was the whole them with a kid thing that yeah, even he had thought about. But he had thought Grant wasn’t at all for having kids. Back in the day he had always bristled about the concept of it, even if they were just talking around the break table at work. He knew Grant had come leaps and bounds in the self-worth category since knowing him, but the idea of bringing a kid into the mix was an entirely different ballgame. 

“Us with… a kid,” Grant finally clarified. “I didn’t think, I didn’t know I’d be…”  Grant began. “Put the right things together and it’s just… nicer than you thought it would be on all counts.” 

“Grant Emmerson Lyons, are you asking if I’d wanna have kids with you?” It had been on his mind the whole week they had him too; imagining another little boy or little girl at the kitchen table, them being called ‘Dad’ instead of ‘Uncle’- it had warmed his heart. But he hadn’t expected this conversation so soon- or at all. 

“Guess I am, yeah,” Grant agreed after a moment. He cracked that uneven, cute, weaponized smile that made Matthew feel like agreeing to anything for good measure. 

“Yes,” Matthew nodded, then after a moment. “Maybe. Probably. Most likely,” he finally finished. “Cal’s equal parts a nightmare and an angel, and he’s past the Terrible Twos, so let’s go be go-to babysitters first to test the waters more. And let’s get some resources gathered.” 

“Sounds like a plan.”  Grant replied. 

Matthew nodded, then paused. “Hey, that’s not a ‘no.’ It’s completely opposite, in fact. I’m game, let’s just see. We’d be the coolest dads ever. And I’d love to be a parent with you.” 

“I know. And same.” 

Matt leaned in to kiss him again, relieved when he couldn’t feel any tension- he was perfectly relaxed, and not that fake relaxed posture he did when he was trying to insist he was fine after a rough case or such. No, this was genuine; there were no hard feelings. “Love you.” 

“Love you too.”

“Guuuuuuuuyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyys, I’m hungry!” Cal called, immediately breaking the moment. 

Matthew sighed. “Well, we would have to deal with that interruption a lot.” 

“Oh, like you haven’t had those exact same priorities.” 

“Ouch.” 

“Well, at least this time you can blame the kid.” 

“I would never.” 

“You absolutely would.” 

“Only if they deserve it. Shut up and get dressed so we can have more Dad practice.” 

“Yes, Sir.” 

#Gatthew #chyrstis

[chibivesicle]

Golden Kamuy chapter 207 - What is Ariko/Ipopte‘s place in the hunt for the gold?

The action in GK has finally returned to the Noboribetsu Hot springs area.  This first off adds to the tension between Sugimoto and Asirpa at the end of 206 where Sugimoto tells her that she shouldn’t fight for her people b/c she will get hurt in the process.

Ariko has presented the fake skin of Toni Anji to Tsurumi as he inspects it.  Ariko looks stiff, Nikaido watches the skin while Usami watches Tsurumi intensely. 

Usami as usual has quite the creepy look .  . . as he’ll own up to his creepiness by the end of the chapter.  I have to admit I’m concerned for his backstory and when we learn his first name - if it isn’t really bizarre I will be disappointed.

As they discuss the skin, Warrant Officer Kikuta seems to be watching Ariko while they speak with Tsurumi.  Ariko explains that the tattoo pattern is similar to the type that women used to tattoo on their arms and that they were seen to be beautiful and associated with their position in the kotan.  He mentions if “grandmother” may be a part of or key to the code b/c the last women to have this type of tattoo would have been someone old enough to be his grandmother.

The next page shows Ariko and Tsurumi looking at all of the skins.  Ariko asks Tsurumi if these are all of the skins that they have and he replies yes.  This is such an interesting situation - Ariko is trying to access the situation and Tsurumi is far to “honest” with him. 

From the start of their encounter, it is clear that Tsurumi will lie to Ariko - he’s not part of his inner circle and his face is shaded as they look at the skins.

Tsurumi tells Ariko that he did a good job but he tries to explain that he was just lucky that things worked out the way that they did.  Tsurumi continues to talk about how if they hadn’t gotten the body, then it would have been lost to the wild and the key to the gold would be lost. Ariko is already beginning to look nervous here and Tsurumi seems too calm and chipper, and we haven’t seen his eyes very much on this page, instead he’s smiling with his eyes closed.

Is Tsurumi trying to hide his true intention by not letting Ariko see his eyes?  This is very unusual body language from Tsurumi . . . . Tsurumi seems off and Ariko is starting to sweat and look nervous.

As Tsurumi continues to talk about how any lost skin would mean the gold was lost - he still avoids looking directly at Ariko.  Tsurumi’s body language is screaming “I’m lying to you, I don’t believe you and I don’t trust you.  Nor am I going to convert you to Tsurumisexuality.”

Ariko seems confused by Tsurumi’s statement about how scary the gold being lost would be as he has no response and looks super nervous.

Kikuta then gets the conversation moving again as Ariko explains that the tattoo pattern varies on location and he was wondering if it would help reveal the location but he apologizes that it isn’t like any of the ones he knows.  Tsurumi finally looks at him as he replies and notes that it is some interesting information.  Ariko you look so damn nervous!  You are a worse liar than Tanigaki.

The chapter changes to Kikuta on a smoke break (so many of us were wondering if he would be a smoker based on his character design!) as Ariko comes outside.  Kikuta mentions how the almost new moon looks the same as the moon that they both looked at during the Battle of Mukden - which based on his description of events, implies that both of them were injured during that battle and that they kept each other alive by checking in with the other throughout the night.

I’m reading this to explain that the wounds that both men suffered were during this battle and it was the two of them who were able to survive together, supporting each other.  Kikuta is Warrant Officer the highest rank of enlisted men that could command a platoon.  It is clear that Ariko was in his platoon.  Furthermore, they were not under Tsurumi’s command. 

We know this b/c Tsurumi and Tsukishima were wounded at the Battle of Mukden and these were the members of the 27th that were present here:

The bear death trio of Tamai, Noma and Okada; Tanigaki, Ogata, Maeyama, Mishima etc.

Later on the Nikaido twins are show in the group as well.

So this information shows that Tsurumi and Tsukishima were wounded during the day and the rest of the 27th under his command made sure that both of them were saved and Sugimoto gave up the sled for Toraiji to Tsukishima.

We also know this b/c Nikaido and Usami did not know Ariko nor that he was an Ainu member of the 27th.

Back to the chapter action -

Without looking at Ariko, Kikuta makes a rather odd comment looking up at the moon that it is the only thing that hasn’t changed from that time.  This is such a loaded and bittersweet statement, Kikuta is flat out saying that things between him and Ariko have therefore changed from the Battle of Mukden and that they do not have the camaraderie that they once had.

The next page reveals Tsurumi and Admiral Koito enjoying the onsen the following day, the night of the new moon.  And with this, the full nude Tsurumi is revealed and Koito has more of a “mature” Dad bod than he had before in the Koito flashback.  I want to know how Tsurumi has been able to maintain such a great figure all these years as an officer?  Remember this - Tsurumi and Kiro at the start of the story are the same age according to Noda which made them 40 or 41!  In the background a fully clothed Usami is peering into the bathing area with Tsurumi and Koito Sr.  Okaaaayyyyy.  Usami is offically a pervert.

As Koito Sr. leaves the bath to head back to his room, Tsurumi playfully whips him with his towel.  It seems even Tsurumi is capable of high school locker room antics.  He politely reminds him to be careful of things with it being dark and the new moon. 

This is the only comical moment in the entire chapter as things get action packed as Ariko crashes out of a window on likely the second floor of the onsen inn part! 

Ariko rolls in the snow in his socks, as he looks up at the window wide-eyed looking very emotional as two men fire at him.  One has a type 38 rifle - either Nikaido or Usami and the other based on the angle of the gunfire is Kikuta as the figure has a longer coat and has a handgun.

Keep in mind that this is the new moon so it is pitch black.  This is likely why they are unable to hit Ariko and he then asks if “someone” is there.

Not surprisingly, Toni is able to grab Ariko and start to lead him away in the darkness.  He asks him if he has stolen them, and Ariko confirms that he has the skins in one of the woven Ainu bags.

Ariko then gives very detailed directions to Toni as he leads them away from the 27th in the total darkness.  Toni makes it clear that he can smell the blood of Ariko and how injured he is, but he tells him that he will be able to make it with him.  Ariko is one tough guy.

There is then a slight flashback to a few hours before Ariko’s daring escape.  He’s walking around alone in the inn part of the onsen with a single candle.  He finds a trunk and opens it. He looks shocked as it reveals a damaged makkiri.  It is quite clear that this is one of the makkiris from the murder scene of the 7 men that were determining what to do with the gold.  Ariko is wondering what it is doing there in this trunk of Tsurumi’s

KIkuta than approaches from behind him and explains that Tsurumi was the one who investigated the murder scene and collected all of the evidence and that one of the men was Ariko’s father.   KIkuta then asks him a rhetorical question - that Ariko didn’t know that Tsurumi investigated the Ainu murder scene.  Based on the amount of sweat the is on Ariko’s face it could mean that he had some of an idea about this, but I’m going to say that Ariko does not know about Tsurumi’s role.  Of course Tsurumi already knew that Ariko’s father was one of the men who were killed. . ..

Kikuta has pulled out one of his Nagant revolvers and he looks so sad/disappointed/hurt/bitter as he tells Ariko that it is too bad that he’s forgotten their time together in the trenches at Mukden.

Ariko sweats profusely as Tsurumi approaches in the darkness in shadow. Tsurumi then flat out says that the tattoo he gave him was not Toni Anji’s - of course that would be the case - when Sugimoto was captured by Tsurumi, he got the copy that Sugimoto had.  All Tsurumi did was compare them and realize that Toni Anji was still alive and still working with Hijikata.

Tsurumi then goes on to explain that Hijikata was sloppy to not realize that the tattoo that Ariko gave to Tsurumi would be checked by Tsurumi.  He asks him if Hijikata convinced him to join him and to do it for his father.  As Tsurumi emerges from behind the sliding door he has COMPLETELY black eyes!  I have no idea what this exactly means - Sugimoto and Ogata have had completely white eyes but completely black eyes are a NEW eye trait/mood for the series.  I shall have to update my eye color analysis soon!

What I can say is it is creepy as all hell and this is clearly the eyes of a Tsurumi as he’s about to eliminate someone who is in his way.  White eyes have been associated with murderous intent for Sugimoto and extreme anger in Ogata.  But what do black eyes in Tsurumi mean?

Before Ariko can respond he winces in pain as the final page reveals that Usami has bit his right hand so hard it is bleeding and he then uses this distraction to punch Ariko with his right hand!  Damn, Usami keeps his creepy vibe and is far more feral than Ogata.

Usami looks beyond smug, he’s literally vibrating as he puffs his chest and makes the proud snort of breath.  Several veins in Usuami’s face are clearly visible as Ariko looks at him in shock as he tells him he’s made the worst possible course of actions.

Bam! with that the chapter ends!  208 will show us how Ariko is able to escape through the window. . . .

Crazy hypothesis time

1.) Kikuta and Ariko were very close and Kikuta had to chose Tsurumi over Ariko.

The smoke break conversation between Kikuta and Ariko is bittersweet.  He brings up a moment were they bonded as comrades and were able to survive together.  Ariko reminds me of Tanigaki, he’s skilled in the mountains but he misses subtle clues from others.  He sees nothing odd with Kikuta’s statement, instead he’s just a bit confused.  This is similar to when they were in the cave in pursuit of Toni Anji.  Kikuta was a few steps ahead of him but they trusted each other.  Ariko betrayed that trust.  Not only did Kikuta closely watch his interactions with Tsurumi but it is clear that he know the skin he handed over was fake.

His facial expression here is so complex.  You can even see the twinge in his lips as he bites it down on the left side to try to maintain a deadpan expression.  His eyes look so disappointed.  Kikuta is one smooth, sexy man but he has a sense of loneliness about him - not in the flashback in 197-200 but when he was first introduced and now.  I really think he wanted Ariko to be on his side as a trusted man working with him.  Tsurumi is a through and intelligent man, but at this point in the manga, he still does not have a trusted team member who is an Ainu.  Yes, Inkarmat worked for him, but Tsurumi needs a man like Kiro or Ariko on his side.  I’m waiting for him to reveal someone in his back pocket - but based on Kikuta’s disappointment, I’d say they were banking on adding Ariko to their team.  Or maybe Kikuta was hoping to add Ariko to team Tsurumi since he knew him so well and trusted him.

Convincing Ariko to join their cause b/c of his father’s death is classic activation of Tsurumisexuality 101. Tsurumi is collecting broken men with no fathers - Tsurumi is upset that Hijikata got to Ariko first before him.  Hell, I’d say Tsurumi is beyond upset that Ariko may have chosen Hijikata, but it explains why he didn’t attempt to use his charms on Ariko.  I think Kikuta is truly torn by his actions but chooses Tsurumi and is willing to kill his trusted comrade.

2.) Ariko just grabbed all of the fake skins that Edogai made.

Tsurumi has just lied to Ariko about the skins he had, with the fake that Ariko provided there were 5 more skins in the picture here:

When Edogai escaped from Ogata in Yubari, he only was able to grab 5 skins that went into the handbag that Tsukishima gave to Tsurumi.  Those 5 skins have been waiting to make a mess of the hunt for the skins.  The whole point of those skins were likely made for Hijikata and not for Sugimoto per se since Tsurumi knows Hijikata was the other major faction in the search for the gold.

Here are the skins that Edogai made:

Now the image in chapter 207 is hard to tell what the kanji are.  Maybe this is due the quality of the scans or the fact that Noda was rushed and didn’t have the time to go back and double check the kanji on the fakes.  What I did notice was this here:

The kanji in red and the lines pointed out the blue arrows match - not exactly but pretty damn close to the orignal ones made by Edogai.  Plus the “seam” of Edogai’s fake next to the kanji matches the cut line of the skin before Ariko.  Now I waffled a bit b/c all of Edogai’s were sewn, but if he wanted to put the fakes into circulation he’d have to remove that so that whoever got them wasn’t supicious about the skin.

These also look somewhat similar - not a perfect match but close too.

@goldenkamuyhunting has already done a post about the fake tattoo and Toni Anji’s and has gone back to compare the artwork.  The positions of the kanji are consistent but the lines vary between chapters.  Therefore, as long as the kanji are match and the lines are close-ish that is the best that we can work with.

If Toni is able to lead Ariko to safety (please get him shoes as well, I don’t want him losing his toes to hypothermia in those socks in the snow!  They will likely meet up with Hijikata or someone in his group.

I’m personally unsure if Ariko was convinced directly by Hijikata - I more wonder if he struck a deal up with Toni and decided he might as well work with Hijikata. Ariko really seems to be missing key information which is why he was caught so easily by Tsurumi.  I wonder if Hijikata wanted Ariko to steal what were the likely fake skins from Tsurumi  . . . .

Either way, it is time that Edogai’s fake skins actually get involved in the game! 

3.) Koito Sr. helps Ariko escape

And just to throw a crazy idea out there - maybe Koito Sr. helps in faciliating the escape of Ariko.  He needed some sort of break to be able to grab the skins and break through the window.  It is clear that he was cornered so he thought it was the best option and I do not think he was pushed out the window.  Tsurumi’s men tries to follow them into the mountains but, again, they are lacking the team members that would be helpful in this e.g. Tanigaki . . .

Well that is all for now!  Looking forward to 208!

#golden kamuy #gk meta #golden kamuy meta #tsurumi tokushirou #warrant officer kikuta #superior private usami #ariko rikimatsu #koito heiji #nikaido #yasaku edogai #Toni Anji

[foxanddragonbooks]

Flip The Page Challenge!

~stolen from booktumbe, as always~

I asked on discord for 3 coordinates, 1 for the number of my shelvesi have to pick from, the other for the book from said shelf, and the 3rd being the page number.

1.You’re getting a new identity! Let the coordinates guide you to a book, flip to the page you were given, and the first name you see is now your new name!

4,6,122

Stalking Jack the Ripper: page 122 is empty so i went with 123,…..and my new name is Thomas. hmmmm okay. Could be worse but I don’t think it suits me.

2. It’s time to get up and move the heck out of your town! The location of the book your coordinates lead you to will be where you’re moving.

3,19,200

An Ember in the Ashes: Blackcliff Academy. I think the fuck not. I would die.

3. You’re all settled into your new home, but you’ve gotta get a job to get that cash money flow goin. Create a job using the first object you find with the coordinates and page number.

4,13,113

Obsidio: Gold coin. So like a jeweler? Nice.

4. You’ve started your job and you’ve started developing feelings for a coworker. Find the book using your coordinates, flip the page to the page number you were given, and the first character you come across will be the character you’re falling for.

11,8,6

A Long Way Down To A Small Angry Planet: Corbin. Please no. nopenopenopenope

5. Using the coordinates & the page number, the first piece of dialogue you come across will be the first thing you say to your potential lover.

9,11,328

The Diviners: “Are you French?” okkkkkkkkkkk

6. That line really got to them, next thing you know you’re in love! You’re going to propose, but buying a wedding ring is too expensive. Using the coordinates & flipping the page to the page number you were given, the first object you come across will be what you propose with.

7,12,217

The King Slayer (sequel to the witch hunter) i didn’t read this yet fuck.Please don’t spoil me.

The moon. the FUCKING MOON. NICE. I would collapse on the spot if someone proposed to me with the fucking moon.

7. We’ve arrived at your wedding! Find the book using your coordinates, flip the page to the page number you were given, and the first piece of dialogue you find will be the first line in your vows.

7,19,275

Throne of Glass: “Oh great. I’d hoped you would still be awake.” umnnnnnnnnnnn

8. It’s honey moon time! Wherever the book’s location that your coordinates lead you to will be the destination for your lovers retreat!

8,18,188

A Storm o Swords: Riverrun. Ummmmmmmmm, okaaaayyyyy. I think the fuck not.

9. Things got a little cray on the honeymoon and now you’re expecting a baby! With the next coordinates find your next book and flip the page to the page number you were given. The first name you find will be the name of your first born child!

5,12,317

Ever The Brave: Lirra. Nice, I take it.

10. We’re time jumping 5 years & your child is desperately begging for a pet! Find the book using your coordinates, flip the page to the page number you were given, & the first creature you come across will be your pet! If you don’t find a creature, then the first object you find will have to be used as a pet replacement.

6,11,193

Wild Beauty: Lungs.  wtf. Wow does that even work. Do I go into a hosptal and ask if they can spare a lung for me??????

11. Your child is going to school! Find the book using your coordinates, flip the page to the page number you were given, using words on that page create the name of their school.

2,19,323

Even the Darkest Stars: Pink and Gold. NICE Pink and Gold School sounds fab.

12. You decide you’re going to start a YT channel for a side hobby! Find the book using your coordinates, flip the page to the page number you were given, & find something on that page that will be the core topic of your channel.

6,15,288

Fire and Heist: Dragons. jkandjaksnsjknajndjkas omg sign me up. I swear I did not cheat on this. I DID NOT.

13. Find the book using your coordinates, flip the page to the page number you were given, & using words from that page create a YT channel name.

8,13,341

Nemesis: Tantrum. ajdhhnkadnamkalmdl. Bitchy dragons throwing tantrums. I mean yeah. Sign me up.

14. Find the book using your coordinates, flip the page to the page number you were given, & the first piece of dialogue you see is how you’ll greet your viewers each time you start a video.

5,12,175

Ever the Hunted: “Cohen Mackay reported the involvement of Lord Conklin.”

??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? okayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

15. You’ve decided to write a book! Find the book using your coordinates, flip the page to the page number you were given, & using words from that page create a book title.

2,17,230

Mockingjay: The Mining Tragedy. cries

16. Find the book using your coordinates, flip the page to the page number you were given, & the first line you see will be the opening line for your book.

1,20,237

Sky in the Deep: I pushed harder, flying past the burned-out, crumbling structures.

dead.

17. PLOT TWIST! The reason you even created a new identity for yourself is because a killer was after you! Now that you’re a mega famous author & youtuber, they’ve tracked you down again & they’re coming for you! Find the book using your coordinates, flip the page to the page number you were given, & the first character you see will be your killer!

7,11,171

Queen of Shadows

Aelin. Wtf girl why. I never did you wrong.

18. One day you’re setting up to film a YT video when you’re suddenly struck by the killer! Find the book using your coordinates, flip the page to the page number you were given, & the first object you come across is what they used to kill you.

3,17,95

Crystal Storm: Magic. welllllllllllllllll

19. Find the book using your coordinates, flip the page to the page number you were given, & the first line you see will go on your tombstone.

5,3,172

The Winner’s Kiss: “That deadly little inventiona.” njsabhdjaksdnkasm

#booklr #booktag #book tumblr #reading #books