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jule1122 · 1 year

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Malex Fic - How am I the lucky one?

Written for @alexguerinappreciation February prompts of fluff and tiny nod to possession. The fluff is serious in this one. It might be one of the most self indulgent fics I’ve written. I admit I may have given a romanticized version of pet adoption especially involving a special needs animal, but I am so in love with these dogs for Michael and Alex.

How am I the lucky one? on AO3

Summary: Michael does his best to make Alex's birthday special.

Tittle from “First” by Cold War Kids

Michael wakes early, too excited to sleep, and shuts off Alex’s alarm. He waits patiently for Alex to wake up. It doesn’t take long - Alex is an early riser even without an alarm.

“Happy Birthday,” he greets Alex quietly as soon as Alex opens his eyes.

“Thanks,” Alex replies with a sleepy smile. He turns toward Michael, and Michael wraps him in his arms.

They trade lazy kisses for a few minutes before Alex pulls back. “This is nice, but I need to get ready for work.”

“Nope,” Michael says before kissing him again. “No work for you today.”

“Michael, it’s just my birthday. It’s not a big deal.”

“It is a big deal,” Michael argues. “And besides, only sociopaths work on their birthdays.”

“Really,” Alex rolls his eyes. Alex starts to get up, but Michael tightens his arms, holding him in place. “You can’t actually stop me from going to work.”

“Wrong again. Possession is nine tenths of the law, and you are mine,” Michael pulls Alex even closer. “And last week Eduardo told me he was revoking your security access for the day.”

Michael braces himself for another objection, but Alex relaxes in his arms. “I guess I really am yours for the day,” he tells Michael.

“You’re always mine,” Michael can’t resist reminding him. “But I do have plans for your birthday. I thought we’d start with breakfast at the Crashdown then head out to the desert with our guitars for a few hours, maybe have a picnic lunch. Then I have a surprise for the afternoon.”

“Surprise?” Alex arches his brow at Michael, but ruins the effect by yawning. He turns onto his back and stretches.

Michael watches, transfixes, as the sheet slides down exposing more and more of Alex’s skin. He pulls the sheet all the way off and moves to straddle Alex. Breakfast can wait.

They make it to the Crashdown for lunch. Arturo brings Alex a milkshake he didn’t order - one lit candle balancing precariously in a mound of whipped cream. He sets it in front of Alex and pats him on the cheek, whispering a quiet “feliz cumpleanos” as he leaves.

Despite their late start, they still have time for almost two hours at their favorite spot in the desert. They sit in the back of Michael’s truck and alternate between playing their guitars and making out. Michael plays every cheesy love song he can remember for Alex - serenading him, partly just to make Alex smile, but mostly in earnest. When Alex plays Michael a few of the new songs he’s been working on - letting Michael know he’s the first to hear them - Michael feels like he is the one getting a gift.

“So where are we going?” Alex asks as they head back to Roswell.

“Did you forget what surprise means?” He looks over at Alex quickly just so Alex can see his smirk. Even though he’s confident Alex will be happy with his plan, he can’t help drumming his fingers against the steering wheel when he pulls into the animal shelter.

“Michael?” Alex asks, a hopeful note evident in his tone.

“We’ve been talking about a dog for awhile,” Michael explains. “I thought your birthday was a good reason to see what our options are.”

Alex grabs his hand and kisses his knuckles. “You are so good to me,” he says in a husky whisper.

“No more than you deserve,” Michael reassures him. He squeezes Alex’s hand before letting go to open the door. “Come on, let’s go play with some puppies.”

Half an hour later, they are sitting outside with a volunteer named Miranda completing the application process. It’s too hard to do inside the kennel, she told them, with the noise of the dogs and the temptation to rush through to get to see them. So they sit at a picnic table in a large courtyard where they can see a few other volunteers walking dogs.

Michael lets Alex do most of the talking - describing their house, their schedule, what they think they are looking for in a dog. Michael has no idea what he wants, he tried looking at the website and had been overwhelmed with the idea of choosing from so many dogs - all needing a home. So he leans into Alex’s side and listens, he answers a question when asked directly but otherwise lets the soothing sound of Alex’s voice wash over him.

When Alex cuts off his sentence for a much quieter “Oh hey,” Michael sits up. He notices a medium size dog nosing at Alex’s leg. Alex leans over to pet the dog, still speaking softly to it. The dog is a mass of curly black and white fur, and Michael’s about to ask Miranda what type of dog it is when he sees she’s staring open mouthed at Alex.

Before he can say anything, another dog and volunteer come running over. When the dog cones to a full stop about five feet away, the volunteer - Brian, Michael notices his name tag - skids to a stop next to it. The dog doesn’t seem to be aggressive or growling, but it’s definitely on alert - ears and tail up, body perfectly still. It’s bigger than the dog Alex is petting, Michael’s pretty sure it’s a boxer with a multicolored brown coat he remembers being called brindle. Brian is staring at Alex with the same shocked expression as Miranda.

“He’s allowed to do that, right? Pet the dog?” Michael asks when the silence becomes awkward. Alex hasn’t noticed - too caught up in the dog - but Michael knows he would hate it if he saw Miranda and Brian staring at him. Michael doesn’t understand why they are staring. Petting the dogs, getting to know them, is the reason they’re here.

“No, it’s fine,” Miranda shakes her head. “It’s just that’s Jelly,” she points to the dog Alex is petting. “She’s afraid of everyone. She’s never,” Miranda stops and looks over at Brian.

Brian shrugs. “I’ve never seen her act like this.”

“Seems pretty friendly to me,” Alex says quietly, without looking up, letting Michael know he’s been listening the whole time.

“Brian and Samantha are the only volunteers she’ll walk with. She’s never approached anyone,” Miranda says, sounding confused as she watches Alex continue to pet Jelly. “She’s not really adoptable.”

“Why?” Michael asks sharply. Jelly looks up at his tone, but Alex soothes her.

“She’s mostly blind and she and Peanut Butter,” Miranda points to the other dog who still hasn’t moved, “are a bonded pair. They were found together and Peanut Butter takes care of Jelly. He guides her when she needs it and is very protective. Finding someone to take both of them, someone who they accepted, is virtually impossible.”

Michael looks at Alex who is rubbing Jelly’s ears and cooing to her. He tries to think of a polite way to tell Miranda that impossible is an average day for them without bringing up things like aliens and pocket dimensions. Just then, Peanut Butter makes a small noise that catches his attention. The dog is still standing at attention, but he’s looking at Alex - head cocked - like he’s trying to figure out what makes him special. For some reason Michael thinks back to high school when he accepted Alex’s offer of shelter when he turned down every helping hand Max or Isobel ever gave him. Despite all he’s gone through, there is still this goodness in Alex that shines through.

“He has that effect sometimes, you get used to,” he tells the dog with a smile before turning his attention back to Miranda. “So what do we do to make our house safe for a blind dog,” he asks, rubbing the back of his neck.

Of course it's not that easy. The shelter isn’t going to just hand two dogs they’ve deemed unadoptable to them just because Jelly isn’t terrified of Alex. They decide multiple visits will be needed to see if Jelly really is comfortable with Alex or if this is some kind of fluke. Then they will need to determine if Jelly can accept Michael and see if Peanut Butter will decide they are trustworthy rather than threats. Miranda explains that it’s not unusual for dogs to be returned once they are adopted, but they don’t want to take any risks with Jelly and Peanut Butter since that kind of upheaval would be especially traumatizing for them.

The plan is for Michael and Alex to visit a few times a week, have a home visit and then reevaluate. But Alex and Michael show up every day. They ask about the dogs’ routine and come during their normal walk and exercise times so they don’t disrupt their schedules. Once the shelter sees how serious they are and how patient they are willing to be, they offer some additional suggestions.

Michael and Alex bring in shirts and blankets they’ve used for Peanut Butter and Jelly’s kennel so they can get used to their scent. After a few weeks, Jelly actually greets Michael first one day, and Peanut Butter walks next to them instead of keeping his distance and lets them pet him. Seeing the progress being made, Brian does a home visit so they can bring the dogs to their house for a few hours on the weekends.

Their first walks with the dogs were supervised by a volunteer, and that’s how Michael and Alex learned about the dogs’ backgrounds. Both had homes at some point. When they were rescued, Jelly was already spayed and Peanut Butter was wearing a collar. Neither was microchipped or listed as missing so it’s assumed they were abandoned - Jelly due to her medical condition and Peanut Butter for any number of reasons. They are both younger than Michael thought - neither likely older than three. He was right about Peanut Butter being a boxer, and Jelly is a poodle mix, most likely with border collie or sheepdog.

As the weeks go by, they keep the dogs longer and longer each saturday. The shelter brings in a trainer to help the dogs learn to navigate around Alex when his prosthetic is off or is he using one or two crutches. One by one they bring their family to the shelter to meet Peanut Butter and Jelly and let the dogs get used to their scents and voices since they will spend time at the house. Michael builds a doggy door out to the backyard, and Alex starts baking homemade dog treats. Isobel teasingly asks if she should be throwing them a baby shower, but Michael is too happy to be offended.

A little over a month after their first visit, they arrive at the shelter to find Jelly agitated and pacing near the path they usually start their walks on. She ignores both of them, not even acknowledging Alex’s soft greeting. Peanut Butter presses against Michael’s leg and whines softly.

“What’s wrong?” Michael asks Brian, who seems stressed as well. He drops a comforting hand on Peanut Butter’s head.

“We had an emergency repair done at the shelter today. It was during the storm so we couldn’t take them outside,” Brian explains. “It was pretty close to their kennel so there was a lot of noise, new voices, new scents. Jelly’s just overwhelmed.”

“Did you have a rough day, sweetheart? It’s ok, they’re all gone now,” Alex says quietly as he carefully lowers himself to the ground. He continues to talk until he coaxes Jelly into his lap. “That’s my girl,” he praises her as he strokes her fur. Once she sits, he begins to sing softly, barely loud enough for Michael to hear. Jelly tucks her head into his neck and sighs.

Michael can see how Alex relaxes as Jelly settles. He keeps singing and after a few minutes, Peanut Butter drops to the ground next to him, resting his head on Alex’s knee so his nose is pressed against Jelly’s back. Michael clears his throat and looks at Brian, relieved to see he isn’t the only one tearing up. They bring the dogs home for good the next saturday.

Despite all the preparation they did, having the dogs full time is still an adjustment. They both have some separation anxiety which leads to Peanut Butter to destroy a few pillows and Jelly to hide in her crate when they first come home. But they work through it, and Michael will never get tired of seeing Jelly’s full but wiggle when she hears Alex’s voice or having Peanut Butter flop into his lap for a nap.

What Michael doesn’t anticipate is the ripple effect Peanut Butter and Jelly’s adoption has on the rest of the family. Maria places a donation jar for the shelter at the Wild Pony and fills it with the mandatory fines for customers who have their keys taken away or get the cops called on them. Isobel and Kyle adopt a chihuahua named Bruno who growls at everyone and makes Kyle carry him everywhere.

The biggest surprise is Sanders. Michael comes to work one day and sees a greying pitbull following Sanders around the yard.

“Who’s this?” he asks.

“Gus,” Sanders grunts at him.

“Is he waiting for his owner’s car to get fixed?” Sanders swore after his last dog Lucy passed away he’d never get another dog so Michael’s trying to come up with an explanation for Gus’ presence.

“He’s mine. Don’t look at me like that,” Sanders complains when Michael’s eyebrows go up. “After you and Alex brought those pups home, I was looking at the shelter’s website.”

“You can do that?” Michael can’t help teasing. Sanders always insists he can’t use the internet. “Does your old dial up connection still work?”

“That’s enough sass out of you. You want to hear this or not?” Sanders glares at him until Michael gestures for him to continue. “Turns out they have a senior dog foster program. Figured the old grumpy ones like me need homes too. He might not have much time left, but Gus deserves better than to spend it alone in a cage.”

“You old softy,” Michael practically flings himself at Sanders who tentatively returns the hug before pushing him away.

“Save that mushy stuff for your husband,” Sanders grumbles. “Or even Gus. He may not look like it, but he’s a cuddler.”

Michael drops to his knees and gives Gus a hug. “Don’t let him fool you,” he whispers into Gus’ ear, “he’s a cuddler too.”

“Enough of that. Stop lollygagging and get to work. We’ve got another mouth to feed now.” Sanders walks away, Gus trailing after him.

“Yes, sir,” Michael salutes even though Sanders can’t see him. He quickly pulls out his phone, “Hey babe,” he says as soon as Alex answers, “you won’t believe what Sanders did.”

A few months after the adoption, Michael comes home to find Alex napping on the couch - Jelly asleep on his chest and Peanut Butter curled up at his feet. Neither Jelly or Alex stir when he comes in, but Peanut Butter lifts his head and looks at Michael.

Michael holds up his hand so Peanut Butter knows to stay and goes back to the bedroom to change. When he comes back out, Peanut Butter is still awake so Michael asks him quietly, “Want to go play?”

Peanut Butter slides off the couch, and they head out to the backyard, careful not to make too much noise. Now that Peanut Butter trusts them to take care of Jelly, he shows more and more of his own personality. He loves to play fetch and run around the yard, Michael’s even thinking of building him an agility course to give him more stimulation. For now Michael grabs a few of his favorite toys and starts throwing them.

They are both winding down - Peanut Butter trotting rather than running after the toys - when Michael hears the back door open. Jelly comes into the yard, and Peanut Butter immediately diverts his attention from Michael. He drops his ball in front of Jelly, waiting until she sniffs it to step back a few feet. He barks loudly so she’ll know where he is and she rolls the ball to him.

Alex comes up next to Michael and watches the dogs play. He wraps his arm around Michael and kisses the side of his head, “Best birthday present ever.”

Michael knows he’s telling the truth, and it makes him both happy and sad. When he looks at his husband, he sees Alex’s hair is still sticking up from his nap, his eyes are still a little puffy and his shirt is covered in dog hair. But he’s smiling, relaxed and happy in a way that used to be rare, but is now how he almost always looks around Michael. And Michael’s going to do everything he can to keep him smiling like that.

He turns to pull Alex in for a kiss. Just before their lips meet, he promises “I’m just getting started.”

#alexguerinmonthly #malex fic #rnm fic #my fic #future fic #Alex's birthday #Michael and Alex adopt the best dogs ever #so much fluff #Husbands being madly in love

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red1culous · 2 years

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Maybe. Sort Of part 3

A/N: It isn't as thought thru as I wanted but I just wanted to get it out.

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3

“Milady” you offer your hand out to her and she laughs accepting it. It surprises and delights you that she doesn’t let go of your hand after she’s exited the car.

There was a slight chill in the air. Although the air was still and the night is crisp a slight shiver gently shook Natasha. She takes a deep breath.

“You ok?” you ask slightly worried.

“Yes. Perfect” she answers and slowly exhales.

The sky was coming alive with stars but you were getting distracted by how her eyes twinkled.

“I- “ she interrupts herself with a giggle as you hold open the doors to the restaurant for her.

Still holding firmly onto her hand you lead her to your seats in a corner booth. “What were you about to say back there?” you ask as you get comfortable in your seat.

Nat sits opposite you and you smile seeing her behaving so coy and shy. Very unlike the Natasha you’re used to. You pour a glass of water for her and then for yourself before pulling off your jacket and laying on the seat beside you.

“I was saying this is the last place I thought you’d take me” she smiles as she takes a sip water.

“To be honest this would be the last place I take anyone on a first date,” you say smiling to yourself, “but hearing you say you’d never been here before I knew I had to fix that…I mean, it’s Applebees, come on.”

She laughs at your words. As the waitress comes over to take your order Natasha lets your order for her. She amazes herself because that is something she never does. As you rattle off your order she gazes outside and notes that the skies have turned to a dark shade of blue. Off in the distance the sun was starting to set it was tinged a deep orange and red.

“You’re in for a treat” your words break her from her daydream. “I mean I really hope you like what I got for us” you quickly add when Natasha fixes her gaze back onto you.

“I’m sure I will. I’m already happy you brought me here” she smiles in response, “it’s such an…unusual choice.” She starts laughing. It begins inside her head but then it bubbles out loudly and you’re consumed by the sound. It makes you break out into giggles. Several minutes pass before the both of you are able to regain control of yourselves and by the time you do, there are tears at the edges of your eyes and your sides are burning. Natasha takes a long slow drink of her water to further calm herself.

It sounded ridiculous. The Black Widow being so affected by a date. At Applebees, no less. Maybe it was the fact that Y/N had cared enough to take note of something so minute. A date where the final objective wasn’t to get into her pants (although that was not an insignificant goal) but more so to just let loose and have some fun.

The waitress, displaying a talent for balancing a large platter of food with one hand, distributed the full plates to each person.

The waitress returns, displaying a talent for balancing a large platter of food with one hand. She expertly weaves her way through the light smattering of dinner patrons and distributes your food with ease and grace.

“Ladies” she announces with a flourish, “just give me a holler if you need anything else” she adds before quickly disappearing into the back of the restaurant.

“That’s a lot of food” Natasha comments her eyes slightly larger than usual.

“Well…I mean I gotta make a good impression here” you smirk while pushing the plate of Bourbon Street steak towards her.

“You’re going to be making an impression on my waist size for sure” she laughs and slides the dish towards the middle of the table. “Please tell me you’re sharing this with me” she adds while accepting a tall glass of Oreo shake with whipped cream on the top.

“Mmm…” you lick your lips, “that’s not the only thing we’re sharing tonight” you say with a wink as you sink 2 straws into the milkshake.

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Tagging:

@whataloadof @when-wolves-howl @youralphawolf72 @blackwidowismylove

#redfic #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #black widow x reader #maybe sort of

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cinderspots · 4 months

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You're right, I didn't need all of that, but I enjoyed reading it. Which, in my opinion, is better

1.) soda/tea

2.) night

3.) could fall asleep anywhere but not actively tired

4.) sweet

5.) chocolate

6.) either

7.) often unfortunately

8.) both (very different things, I just like both equally)

9.) depends

10.) average enjoyer

I perscribe you an iced Mocha with foam and whipped cream along with a caramel drizzle on icky weather days.

For easier coffee, I suggest a medium roast with vanilla, chocolate, caramel, OR an almond sweetener. One pack of Splenda if it's still too bitter and a splash of soy (sweeter to me, regular is fine) milk.

How I got there:

1. Low Caffeine intake, not a good idea to give you something with high levels as it'll mess you up

2. Night people tend to struggle more during the mornings suggesting a slightly strong dosage than light roast

3. You aren't actively tired which means you have a good and average amount of caffeine going with you meaning again, low caffeine options

4. You prefer sweet over the others which means the lighter the roast, the better, mid roast is a compromise

5. Chocolate leads pretty solidly to Mocha or a strong use of it as flavoring. It also indicates that you'd prefer a visibly darker coffee, Lattes are paler brown due to the milk, and Americanos are FULL of caffeine.

6 + 7: You cannot be trusted with hot coffee it's better for you this way 😔

8. CORRECT THEYRE DIFFERENT this indicated it didn't really matter but your okayness with smoothies and flavor profiles of milkshakes (you can ALWAYS tell what milk was used) means foam and whipped cream were a good idea to balance over sweetness as well as give better texture. Mochas can be grainy if not brewed long enough

9. This gave me no information I won't lie

10. Indicated a preference for sweetness again

Let me know if you hate it lol

#cinderasks #coffee quiz #yeah this is something i do now

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juvenilledrabbles · 2 years

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The one where you meet a stranger on the midnight shift and the pair of you realize you're much more similar than one would have ever thought.

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He strides to the counter and I brace myself the same way I always do when men come into the cafe in the middle of the night. I've encountered far too many creeps to let my guard down.

"Hi, what can I get for you?" You ask while subtly trying to study him a bit more. The corners of his mouth raised in amusement. "I can tell you want to ask." You shake your head no not wanting him to give the place a bad rating because you were rude. Your mom would be furious.

"I do want to ask-- for your drink order and a name to write down." You answer and a smile finally overtakes his face. You'd call it cute if it didn't have that twinge of malice you can't quite understand.

His fingers tap the counter as his eyes sweep over the menu and he finds something with enough caffeine. "Dabi. And I'll get an iced Americano and a strawberry milkshake with extra syrup and extra whipped cream." You find the combination odd and allow yourself to overstep your boundaries a bit.

"I feel like you just ordered heaven and hell." You comment on the irony with a slight smile. Dabi has little time to humor people with the conversation but decides to indulge in this one.

"And which am I?" He asks while the cash register makes a sound prompting him to pay.

He hands you exact change while you look him up and down in a more obvious way than before while trying to determine where he would probably go.

"Heaven. No doubt." you answer and there's surprise evident in his eyes.

"Are you saying that to be funny?" He asks with a slight edge in his voice. You worry you've indulged in this conversation for too long. You know better than to do that when that cafe is this empty at night, yet you can't stop.

You move to make the coffee but keep talking regardless. "I'm notorious for being unfunny and lacking social cues so sorry if I offended you. But I do mean that. You have really blue eyes and blue reminds me of the generic heaven idea."

"You talking about Heaven it as if it's a faraway idea. Is it even something you believe in?" He asks, sitting at a stool near where you're putting the drinks together.

You frown. "I don't think I do anymore. I used to believe all good people would end up somewhere nice-- but I don't know what makes people nice anymore. Like heroes. I don't think all of them could get into heaven."

Suddenly Dabi is invested in the conversation rather than humoring himself. Two perfect drinks are presented in front of him and a regretful smile comes into view. "I'm sorry I shouldn't talk about heroes like that in front of people." He rolls his eyes. "No, I understand. I met a hero who was the worst human being but it's okay because he has a damn suit and ranking on the hero billboards."

Your nerves increase with wonder. Who could he have a vendetta against? Could it be the same man you do?

"Hey, if I were to tell you something would you take it to the grave?" You ask hesitantly and he shrugs. "Does it matter? If I told someone they probably wouldn't believe me would they?" You let out a sad breath as he reminds you of reality and you begin to tell your story unprompted because it's true, no one would believe him if he had a statement against a hero.

"My mom owns this place and I helped around here since I started high school. My mom told us to board the windows because villains were rumored to target the cafe." Dabi is slowly slipping his drink and getting sucked into the story.

"That night they did strike and we were prepared somewhat but stayed there because we didn't have money for a hotel and couldn't leave for safety. We called a hero agency just in case and they sent Endeavor to protect us." You say the word 'protected' with a twinge of spite and the guy with stapled skin stops sipping his drink.

"They sent the most powerful hero to deal with a D-class robbery and he used so much force that he blew a portion of the ceiling out. That ceiling was the floor of our apartment and the part he blew out was my brother's bed where he was sleeping."

"Shit." Dabi says with contempt. That damn bastard just screws up everyone's life, doesn't he?

"Yeah. He died instantly. And when I marched to the agency to confront him because my mom was too scared, he told me the death couldn't be helped and paid for our renovations and made us sign a nondisclosure contract. That was it." You finish explaining and apologize for the tears you just realized were falling down your face.

"I just, I guess he's saved a lot of people. Hell, maybe even the world. But I think it's possible to do all that and still go to hell. Endeavor is a prime example." You answer with finality in your eyes. Dabi feels anger course through his veins. He hates his father for many reasons but they all pertain to him and his immediate family. Suddenly he curious, how many lives has the oh-so-great Endeavor fucked over?

Finally, as Dabi stands he gives you a smirk so wicked you feel chills, but his next words catch you off guard.

"Wanna send him to hell with me?" Your lips part and you realize maybe you should have picked hell for him. "What, you don't think I belong to heaven anymore?" He chuckled with slight spite. You almost agree but neither devil nor angel can be used to describe him. He's both and none at the same time. "I think you're both. A fallen angel maybe." You answer and Dabi wonders how the hell you can say everything you're thinking with a straight face.

He almost laughs at the irony of his thoughts, doesn't he do the same thing?

"You have a plan?" You ask with interest redirecting the conversation to his proposal. Dabi almost can't believe you're considering this. "Me and a few others. We have bigger plans but I can't tell you anything about them just yet. But if you wanna join just to see Endeavor burn then you can join as my assistant of sorts." Your eyes widen.

This is insane. You shouldn't be considering this right? Doesn't this go against your morals? Then your heart clenches remembering your sweet brother burning to death a few feet from you because a hero decided to blow up your house in retaliation to a near quirkless villain. Where were Endeavor's morals? He never so much as apologized. Your internal turmoil is resolved. Maybe you can show the world his injustice through this, maybe you can get them to listen and realize how corrupt the hero system is.

Your fist tightens.

"I- I want to help." You answer with finality. "Just to seem him burn." You clarify and Dabi laughs. "You're a lot crazier than you look." You make yourself a cherry cola and take a sip of the sweet carbonation to mask your heart racing for the bubbly feeling in your throat.

"You're the one who happens to already have plans to take down the biggest hero."

"I have my reasons." Realizing he's not going to share his reasons you give him his money back. He carries the conversation.

"What's your quirk anyway?" You sigh. "Water manipulation but I accidentally controlled a person before and my city put me on a list of people not allowed to use their quirks, so I'm not the best at controlling it." Dabi feels so giddy his nearly sees stars. He ran into a girl around his age wanting to help him take out his father with a quirk like that? He's never been luckier.

"If I told you to meet me a the park across from here with a bag of your things in two hours, would you come?" He asks. Your throat runs dry. You can't say bye to your mom who's currently visiting family, but should you? She'd try to stop you and you're closer than you've ever been to getting revenge for your brother and bringing that situation to light. She's never even tried.

"I-I'll be there. Make it one hour." He nods and exits the cafe.

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You have a duffle bag messily packed with about four outfits, your savings that were supposed to be for college but you're on a gap year and a picture of your brother you always have nearby.

The park is quiet until a black mist appears and a group of people steps out. There's a girl with a scary smile that honestly makes you feel a bit threatened holding the strawberry drink you made earlier, a magician, Dabi, and a guy with blue hair and a hand on his face who has a weird aura to him.

"Little puppeteer, do you know me?" Your eyes widen, remembering him from TV. "You- you're Shigaraki. You broke into the hero school right?" He nods, glad his popularity seems to be doing fine.

"Do you understand what you're getting into?" You nod pretending like you're okay with working with one of the most sought after villains in the world.

"Do you realize the world may hate you?" You haven't thought about it but you instantly decided you don't care. "The only people who will hate me side with the heroes. I don't really care about them." His eyes widen in awe. "Dabi you've done well." Shigaraki has the aura of an evil genius that should scare you, but you're a bit excited.

The scary girl squeals. "She's so cute! I'm so glad I have another girl around! Can I cut her just a little bit?" She begs and you take a step back bumping into Dabi. He sighs frustratedly, "Toga, stop being fucking crazy. You keep scaring potential colleagues away. Besides, she's working for me. Not you psychos." This relaxes you a bit. The others put you on edge but you and Dabi seem to have a clearer goal, bring down the heroes.

In the short conversation with you had Dabi he realized although you hate Endeavor and killing him might bring you satisfaction, you aren't missing that large piece of humanity that he lost by killing several people yet. If he can get you through this with very few kills, he will.

"If you ever want more responsibility, just ask little puppeteer." Shigaraki states. You want to mention you're twenty to the man who's speaking to you as though your a high schooler but drop it. He's probably older anyway.

Dabi holds out his hand to you and you take it without question, stepping through the dark mist.

You just scored yourself a spot near the top of the biggest villain organization in the world. Holy shit.

#boku no hero x reader #my hero academia #dabi imagine #dabi x reader #mha fanfiction #mha x you #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha dabi

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raggellion · 2 years

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Morals: Chapter 7

Riff Lorton

Notes: hehehe this was… interesting to write.

Warnings: swearing, explicit smut

Words: 2.2k

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I decided to sleep in some more, after all, I didn’t have work and I kinda wanted to continue my dream, that included some details about last night… maybe even some extras. I screwed my eyes shut, trying to wipe the grin off my face. A loud bang to my attic door forced my eyes open.

“Lily, are ya’ awake and decent?” Asked Tony from the other side of the door. Part of me wanted to pretend to be asleep but he probably would barge in anyway. “Yeah, what’s up?”

“Wanna go get a milkshake at Cubby’s?”

Ok, a milkshake doesn’t sound too bad right about now…

“Yeah, sure. Give me a couple minutes to get ready.” I called out to him and quickly sprinted to my bathroom.

The outfit I chose was a simple black top with some shorts. My hair was styled in a high ponytail and I didn’t bother to apply any makeup to my face.

I walked downstairs as Tony looked at me with a sheepish grin. “What?” I asked defensively, to which he also puts his hands up in defense. “Nothin’, nothin’.”

We exit Docs with an awkward tension in the air. I feel Tony stealing glances at me from time to time, lips still pressed into that stupid smile. I turn to him, annoyed. “Tell me what’s going on, Tony.” I snap. He starts to laugh and my face burns bright red. “How about ya tell me what going on instead… either you was watching a movie with someone that sounds exactly like Riff, or the guy was in yer room last night.”

My face flushes with embarrassment. He continues, “God that's so weird to think my best guy friend and my best girl friend sleeping togetha’.”

I nearly choke at his words. “We did not sleep together!” Tony raises his eyebrow at me.

“I mean we slept… But that's all we did.”

“But why?”

“That’s a great question, Tone.” I say, cracking a genuine smile. “I know Val tells me that he’s dangerous and I should stay away but… when I’m with him, I-“ “feel like you’re falling?” He interrupts and I softly nod.

“We haven’t done anything yet… not even kissed and somehow I just feel this.. connection to him. But I’m half Puerto Rican and he’s a jet and- I don’t know where to go from here.” I confess and Tony slightly smiles. “How ‘bout I introduce ya’ to Maria? She’ll tell ya all about it.” He laughed and I found myself laughing along. “Look,” he continues. “I may not know what’s goin’ on in Riff’s brain 24/7, but I do know that he is absolutely smitten with ya. Known it from the first day ya met.” He says rather proudly.

Tony and I enter the restaurant and take a seat at a free table. “Hey Lily,” Tony starts and I hum in response, still looking over the choices of milkshake flavors. “How come I’ve lived here all my life, yet I’ve never really met you before all this?” He asked softly.

“Well… my family lived in an apartment in the same building as Valentina,” I explain. Neither the jets or the sharks went there. While I was able to see Tony or Riff from afar, they never saw me.

I continue,”When my parents died, I moved in with her. And then when tío Doc passed, things would get a little hectic so I volunteered to move in at Doc’s… which exposed me to all sorts of… trouble.” I say the last part teasingly.

“Do you remember ‘em? Yer parents?” Tony asked softly. “I was 7 so the memory comes and goes. I have one specific memory of my father and I. I was on his shoulders and I just remember laughing at the way eyes would look when he looked up at me.”

Images of my father, lovingly looking up at me flashed through my mind; eyes shining the same green color as my own.

A pretty waitress with short brown curls came over to take our order. “Hi! Welcome to Cubby’s, what can I get ya today?” She said with a bright smile on her face.

“I’ll get a chocolate shake.” Tony says. I look at the menu for the first time, instantly knowing what I want. “I’ll get a berry blast shake with extra whipped cream please.” I say and Tony starts laughing. “What?” I ask, defensively.

“Berry blast, huh? Make that two chocolate shakes.” A familiar voice taunts from behind me. Oh gosh. Riff motions for me to scoot over in the booth, taking a seat as I did so.

Tony meets him with a fist bump. “Yo what’s up man. Glad ya made it.” He invited Riff?

Riff turns his head to look at me but I keep my gaze straight in front of me. “Yeah me too, buddy boy. Had a great night. Only fitting to start off with a bang.” He says as his eyes burn holes into me.

Tony eyes us with humor in his gaze. The waitress comes back over with our shakes and I’m relieved that the focus between us 3 is now located elsewhere.

The woman hands me my drink and I immediately take the straw out and use it to spoon whipped cream into my mouth.

“Woahh. This is all going in here.” Tony whistles, pointing to his stomach. He begins to greedily slurp at the drink.

I swiftly twirl the red and white straw between my fingers as I continue to pick up a bit of whipped cream and plop it in my mouth, awkwardly lapping the cream off the straw. Riff’s eyes stayed glued to me, and I couldn’t help but notice he hadn’t touched his shake. His hand was in a tight fist that popped his veins out. My eyes slowly reached up to meet his. His jaw clenched, eyes stayed focus on my every move. He looks uncomfortable… or sick. What did I do now? “Are you okay?” I ask, softly.

He lightly nods and looks away after screwing his eyes shut for a few moments. A gnawing feeling built up in my lower stomach. Did I make him feel upset? He was fine a moment ago. My gaze dropped to my lap. What di- then I noticed it.

His trousers restricted his growing arousal as a tent formed in his crotch area. I avert my eyes quickly, but it’s too late. I watch as Riff smirks at me from the corner of my eye. A rosy blush spreads, confirming my embarrassment.

“Yo… María!” Tony calls, staring past us to the glass window. Great. Just great. “I’ll see ya guys later.” He said and rushed out the door, slapping a 20 dollar bill on the table. Well at least he covered for our bill too. I steadily sipped at my blue drink as Riff and I both stayed silent. He quickly gulped his down within a couple seconds.

“Can we go?“ I ask quietly. He nods and stands up from the booth, offering me a space to slide out. I pretended not to notice as Riff subtly covers his obvious erection, that he knows I saw.

The silence nearly swallowed me whole as we walked, shoulder to shoulder. I’ve never been in a situation where a boy has this type of reaction to me. It ignited a flame somewhere inside of me and tingled all the way down to my core.

I practically shoved Riff in my attic the second we got to Doc’s. I was particularly grateful that Valentina was in the basement at the moment. She didn’t have to witness him entering my room, trying to cover up what looked like a painful erection.

I pressed Riff up against the door, leaning closer with every passing second. I’ve never wanted him more. The desire, the hunger for him gnawed at my core, my lips, my most intimate areas.

“Lily,” he said, stopping me. He lightly grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back. What is he doing? Did he stop being attracted to me within the 24 hours we were last together? My face stung with shame and I walked away, taking a seat on the bed. My eyes met with the ground and they dared not to look up any more.

Riff rushed over to me, crouching right in front and cupping my face with his hands. He tilts my chin up to look at him. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to just because you saw.” He says softly. He doesn’t understand. I’ve never felt this way before. Fully consumed with desire for him. To taste him, feel him, smell him, see him, hear him.

He stands up straight now, ready to walk away, but I grab his hand. My face is eye level with his crotch.

My heart thuds in my chest. I’ve never done this before. What if I get it wrong? What if I can’t make him feel good? What if I’m just bad at everything all together.

My hand shakily comes up to palm Riff through his trousers. A groan comes from his throat. I look up for any sign of protest, but there weren’t any. Riff’s eyes were glued on me, filled with lust. He gives me a small nod. I continue to palm him through the trousers, small stifled groans unleashing here and there.

I trail my hands up, my fingers dancing around the waistband of his trousers. My heart pounds in my chest as I get bolder. I slowly dip my fingers below the waistband, slowly pushing my hand into the warmth underneath.

I wrap my fingers around his manhood and slowly start to pump him, still from inside his trousers. My eyes widened at the size. Woah, that’s big.

I was frightened to pull the trousers down, to see what was underneath.

My hands continued massaging the soft, warm skin. It moved easily, with each back and forth motion that I performed. Riff’s groans were louder now, he struggled to silence them, clenching his jaw every now and then.

It’s time. I slowly pull down the trousers, firstly revealing a patch of light blond, curly hair on his pubic bone. I go further, pulling his trousers down even more to reveal his throbbing erection. The veins showed his arousal even more as his hard dick pointed straight out, facing me.

“God you’re so beautiful,” he whispered, breathlessly.

I wrap my hand around the base of his dick and continue to pump faster now. His groans grow consistent and faster. Here goes nothing.

I take the soft pink head of his cock between my lips, slowly pushing him further and further into my mouth. The taste of his skin was satisfying, soothing every urge that previously told me to jump his bones. Every urge except one… my core throbbed and ached for him. Riff moaned, loud and vocal this time.

I broadened my tongue as I bobbed my head back and forth, brushing against the underside of his dick. Riff’s fingers played with the ponytail on my head.

“Lils… I-I’m about to finish. Ya don’t g-gotta swallow if ya don’t wanna.” He struggled to make out, but my mouth remained on him, sucking and licking to give him the pleasure he needed.

His breathing became irregular, quickening as he finished, spurting his hot liquid down my throat. I coughed, choking on the liquid as he fixed himself into his trousers and collapsed on the bed.

“God damn Lils. Where’d ya learn to do that?”

“Heard about it, I guess.”

The truth is, before moving into Docs, my friends would tell me all about their experiences with various different shark members. I’d always feel different from them, like I was the only one who hadn’t done those things… but hey, at least I picked up some experience for my firsts.

“Ya never done somethin’ like that before, have ya?” He asked softly and I shook my head.

“Well then I gue-“ “Lily!” Tony interrupted from downstairs. “Come down! I got a surprise for ya.”

“I’ll be right down!” I yell back, silently urging Riff to get up. He makes his way toward the window.

“Wait,” I call to him and he turns around to face me. “I’ll see you later?”

A bright smile pulls at the corners of his lips. “That you will, Lils.” He says and then disappears through the window.

I sigh, a small grin forming on my lips. What just happened?

I make my way downstairs to see what Tony has to show me. There he stands, smiling near the counter. As I get further downstairs, I see someone is with him. A pretty girl with a tan complexion and the prettiest thick black hair. Maria. I could tell why he was so smitten with her. She’s beautiful. “Lily,” Tony said giddily.

“This is Maria. Maria, this is Lily.”

Maria smiles brightly at me and I reciprocate. “Hi! I’ve heard so many great things about you!” She says. Her accent is strong and melodic. “I can say the same about you as well! Nice to meet you.” I say, complying as she extends for a hug.

Maria is lively, funny, smart, witty. As I talked to her, it seemed like she brought out the best in Tony. However I couldn’t say my mind was fully with the conversation. How could it be, with the lingering taste in my mouth and the new vivid memories that made my core ache and clench uncontrollably.

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abbatoirablaze · 2 years

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SDAU, The Twins, Chapter 3

Word count: 2k

Warnings: frat boys, dark/mean characters, sexualization of omegas, mentions of sex toys.

Ari felt an overwhelming sense of pride with that simple demand. He was quick to strip the flannel from his broad chest, offering it to her without hesitation. She swallowed, staring at him, her hindbrain yelling at her to demand that the alpha take all of his clothes off and bury his knot in her while they were both in the nest she’d made hours ago after she’d met him. But instead, she whimpered as she took it, and bolted into her room, slamming the door shut behind her.

“W-we still have the pizza if you want it!” Ari offered. When he didn’t get a response, he sat down on the couch, making himself comfortable. He grabbed a slice from the pizza he’d brought and looked around, slowly eating it as he observed the rest of the dorm, “you have a really nice place…do you live alone?”

“Uh huh.”

Ari tried to focus on anything else, anything other than the scent that was slowly driving him mad. It was a mix of sweet and salty, reminding him of his summers when his very large family would go to their cabin in the woods. The days would be filled with a mix of playing at the lake and going into town where they would have the most amazing milkshakes with crushed up chocolate pretzels on top of the whipped cream, while the nights were filled with bonfires and s’mores. She smelled like chocolate and sea salt. Warm vanilla and smoky, crisp evenings. He looked longingly at the door and frowned when he realized she wasn’t going to be coming out. Finishing his slice, he grabbed another, then stood up and walked towards the fridge to grab himself a bottle of water, only to see that the fridge was empty.

“You don’t have any groceries…”

The door clicked open, and Ari’s breath hitched in his throat. She didn’t put the shirt in her nest. No. She had completely changed from her own outfit and was only wearing the flannel. Her petite frame looked like she was drowning in it, the first buttons of the flannel meeting the tops of her breasts. She held her hands out in front of her, attempting to wring them through the fabric that was much too long for her hands. He held back a growl at how it managed to meet her knees, the missing buttons at the bottom allowing it to slit enough so he could see her mid thighs.

“I-“

“I’m sorry,” she said in a small voice. Ari felt his heart wrench at the little omega. She seemed genuinely upset, “I-I didn’t expect to be going into a heat, and I thought I would be able to get a quick lunch with my sister today and do shopping tomorrow.”

“I-I can get you stuff.”

He watched her slowly light up, “y-you would do that for me? R-really?”

“Of course…”

‘Alpha wants to provide for us.’

“T-that would be nice,” she smiled softly. He could tell that she was holding back her emotions, as it wasn’t common for her, “thank you, alpha.”

A rumble tore itself from Ari’s throat from her gratitude. He felt like a proper alpha, caring for his omega, and it made him swell with pride; even more so when Arianna chirped responsively, then blushed, looking away from him.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed, watching her, “I-you do things to me, Arianna…”

“It’s obvious that you have a similar effect on me,” she pointed out, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, “I jus-“

“Wait,” he called quickly. He processed what she said just then. His mind had been delayed momentarily while he adjusted to how she looked wearing his clothes, but now that it had caught up, he realized she admitted to not having eaten, “you haven’t eaten yet today, have you?”

“Well, no, I-“

Ari was quick to rush over to her, going to the coffee table and handing her a piece of pizza, “mega…if you’re coherent you need to get some food into you…I-you can’t just not eat…you’ll waste away by the time you are coherent again…you’re already so tiny.”

She blushed, looking away from him again, “Ari, I-“

“Don’t you dare say that you’re fine,” he teased, offering her the slice again, “I can tell that is what you were going to say…and if you’re not going to look after yourself, I’m going to be a proper alpha and do it for you…I did volunteer after all.”

She gave him a look before taking the piece from him and taking a small bite of the pizza before setting it on the counter. Ari gave her a soft look and she chirped once more. Every responsive action was going off in his mind as he watched his appreciative girl. He wanted more. He wanted to smother her in his affections to hear chirp after chirp, but he also didn’t want to scare her.

“I-can you stay with me? I-I’d rather you not leave, especially since you could smell my scent at the door,” she admitted nervously. Ari could hear the anxiety in her voice, and his inner wolf growled. He didn’t want to leave her and was happy to hear her request that he stay, “I-I don’t want an overeager alpha getting any ideas.”

“I’ll text a friend…have them pick up some groceries for your heat…” Ari said quickly, offering her what he could. She smiled and nodded, “he’s my VP, and he’s an omega lion, so he’ll know exactly what to get for a big cat.”

“Oh…okay…”

“Don’t take this the wrong way…but do you…have toys?” Ari asked, his own blush unable to be kept from his cheeks as he posed the question, “I-I know that big cats are especi-“

“I-I’ve never used a toy,” she admitted bashfully, “I just…the first and only heat I ever had was when it first happened…after that, my dad put me and my sister on scent blockers…I, uh…well, I used my fingers…and I nearly shredded everything within reach.”

“D-do you want Steve to pick you up a toy? I-I’m not trying to pressure you, but I want you to feel comfortable, Arianna. I-I don’t want you to think that I’m taking advantage of you. But I know from experiences with Steve that big cats can get a little…needy…” he asked delicately. She blushed and looked away, nodding, “okay…I’ll tell him to bring you heat supplies…and a toy for-“

“C-can you tell him to make sure it’s a bear’s knot?”

Ari felt his breath catch in his throat at her request. She continued to look away from him, and Ari fought to hold back the rumble that was threatening to escape him as she asked for a knot for his species, “W-what?”

“The toy,” she said nervously. She crossed her arms over her chest, tucking the long arms of the flannel underneath herself while she took a deep breath, “I-well…i-if you’re my mate…I should know what a bear’s knot feels like…I shouldn’t be getting a tiger’s spine…right?”

“I-if you want,” he said cautiously, trying to tread carefully, “but I don’t want you to feel pressured…if you want, Steve can get you a tiger’s spine…it’s not a big deal…”

And while he had told her it wasn’t a big deal, subconsciously he was holding his breath at the thought. Here she was, asking for a toy that was his species…his mind wandered to how she might take it, and he realized that he was feeling a little hot. She was studying his body. When their eyes met, she bit her lip. Ari’s eyes watched as her own trailed back to his crotch. He cleared his throat.

She blushed and she looked away from him, the pizza lay forgotten on the countertop as Ari loosely held onto his phone. He could smell a fresh wave of slick coating her thighs, the scent wrapping around him and making him salivate.

“Tell your omega friend to get me the bear toy,” she asked once more. Ari nearly dropped his phone as she turned away and started back to his room, “uh…i-if he can...find specifications that are more like you…i-if possible.”

The door clicked shut behind her and Ari nearly felt his heart stop.

“Well, hello little kitten…”

She looked at the man at the door nervously, “I-I need Curtis.”

“Lot of people need Curtis, omega…the unknown man smiled. He gave her a once over, then sniffed the air. His smirk only grew as he became able to scent her arousal, “I bet I could make you feel good little kitten…why don’t you let me take a shot at you.”

“Kemp, who the fuck is at the-shit, it’s you.”

‘Kemp’ gave the pudgy alpha a skeptical look as he stared between the omega and Lee, “you know her, Bodecker?”

“That’s the little omega that ditched Curtis.”

“I-I didn’t ditch him.”

“Oh, yeah you did,” Kemp chuckled, “came back home with a stick up his ass about it…dragged one of the pledges up to his room. He’s been making her take it all afternoon.”

Adriana felt jealousy rising up within her stomach, “what?”

“Shit, man, you can’t go telling big cats that,” Lee laughed, nudging his friend, “you should know that…those little things get possessive and jealous like nobody’s business…ain’t that right sweetheart.”

“That’s the point,” the man smirked, “love a riled up little kitty.”

“I’m not your sweetheart, you jerk,” she seethed, suddenly feeling defensive over the situation, “regardless of who you’re friends with, you were still really rude to that tour guide.”

“All part of the college experience sweetheart,” he chuckled. He nudged Kemp aside and opened the door a little bit more, “you gonna come inside, or you just gonna stand out there until all the available alphas can sent that little breakthrough heat Curtis pushed you into?”

She blushed, “Y-you can smell me?”

“Oh yeah, sweetheart. Big time,” Lee chuckled, taking a deep sniff of the air around her, “dainty little thing that’s got quite a strong scent. Much longer on our porch and you’ll have half the frats in Greek Row coming after ya. Should just let you sit there, after ditchin’ Curtis n all.”

“P-please don’t,” she whimpered nervously, suddenly much more self conscious, “I-I didn’t mean to…I just got scared.”

“Alright, mega,” he grunted. But when she didn’t move he snarled at her, “C’mon now. Get in the house, girl.”

“I-“

Lee sighed, cutting her off, “gonna make me alpha command ya, darling?”

“N-no, I just-“

“Well come on now, I ain’t got all night!” he hissed.

She whimpered and Lee smirked, ushering her into the frat house. A few guys who were in the living room looked up once they smelled her.

“Fresh meat.”

“Go ahead an’ try!” Lee scowled, “This here belongs to Curtis.”

“I-I don’t belong to anyone.”

“RIPE TO BE PICKED BOYS!”

A few more hollers and cheers started until an imposing force was felt behind her. She felt like her hair stood on edge, and she recognized the scent without having to turn around. Even if it was slightly tainted with the scent of another omega wrapped around him.

“The fuck do you want?”

“C-Curtis,” she said nervously, turning around. Curtis wanted to be angry at her. Hell, it had come across in his question, but the second he saw her face, he knew…the way her scent wrapped around him and invaded his senses. She smelled so sweet; like a ripe fruit, ready to be plucked by him. The way she looked at him, so pitifully, “C-Curtis, please.”

“My room, mega,” he growled in a seductive tone, a rumble rising from deep within his chest, “get in my room, right now.”

“I-I don’t know where it is.”

“Then let me show you,” he growled, snatching her up and throwing her over his shoulder as though she weighed nothing. Curtis’ rumble grew when she receptively chirped at him, and when her thighs rubbed together. He playfully smacked her ass, smelling a fresh wave of slick lining her panties, “gonna break you in, mega…you’re mine now…and I’m not letting you go. Knot that little cunt like I should have been doing hours ago.”

“Yours,” she whimpered. Curtis smelled the slick continue on as his hand massaged the globes of her ass. She shifted on his shoulder, her hand’s grabbing at his own ass. He gave her a warning growl and she chirped once more, “mine…”

Chapter 4

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random2908 · 11 months

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I have been conducting a study.

I have been studying fast food chocolate shakes. I am now prepared to share my findings:

McDonald's: it's fine. It's the most generic milkshake possible, but that's not necessarily a bad thing. There's nothing to complain about, but there's nothing to laud, either. If you haven't tried a McDonald's shake in 30 years, give it a try again, they completely revamped the recipe in like the late 90s or something and it's a lot better now.

Jack in the Box: it tastes like chocolate syrup, very sweet, very artificial-chocolatey. Fine if you like that kind of thing; for me, I think it's an ok flavor for a topping but not as the main flavor in my milkshake.

Carl's Jr: tastes very real. Like milk. Tastes like milk and real ice cream but not much like chocolate at all. If you want your milkshake to taste like it's healthy go with this one. I could imagine having this at a diner.

In-n-out: despite the reputation, I really don't think it's particularly better than McDonalds. Its defining feature is that it goes heavy on the vanilla, even in a chocolate shake, which I find very nostalgic. Specifically, it's nostalgic of 9th grade, when used to walk through the In-n-out "drive"-thru across the street from my school and get a shake for lunch like two days a week. I will say this and music are the two things that are nostalgic of high school in a good way. That still does not make this an especially good milkshake, though. I mean, it's fine. Like McDonald's, it's perfectly fine, but it's not especially good.

Burger King: you can get a chocolate oreo shake here, not just chocolate or oreo like at most other places. So I've never had the chocolate shake here.

Five Guys: you can also get a chocolate oreo shake here. The one in Ann Arbor was better 5-10 years ago, chocolatey but not sweet--or at least not so sweet as to completely cover that very specific chocolate bitterness, which is something I've grown to appreciate as an adult. More recently there, and also here, it's not as chocolatey. But it is probably the thickest ice cream of the fast food shakes. Really very good.

Wendy's: I've only had a Wendy's frosty a handful of times in my life--a few times in early childhood when they still existed in my hometown, and then a couple times in college and grad school. My memory is the texture is bad and that's why they call it a frosty rather than a milkshake. It's fine if you just need a chocolate-flavored fry dip, but maybe not as a drink. I don't know, maybe I'm misremembering, though.

Sonic: this one is the best. It tastes like chocolate pudding, and I love chocolate pudding. This is the first time I've ever lived within 50 miles of a Sonic (shocking that that happened in NorCal of all places). But since I was doing a study, I went out of my way to get one. I drove over 20 minutes, telling myself I'd been waiting 18 years for this--ever since I had a classmate in grad school from Oklahoma who used to rave about them and complain that we got radio ads for them in the Detroit area even though the nearest Sonic was well into Ohio. Anyway, yeah, it was worth it. I can't believe it beat Five Guys, but it beat Five Guys by a lot. The one negative, and I can't believe I'm saying this, is there was about twice as much whipped cream on it as I really wanted.

I had been going to extend this test another couple weeks, to give Burger King, Wendy's, and Five Guys their fair shakes (...as it were)--Wendy's because I remember not liking it but haven't had it since... like... since I was a TA and it was the only thing open near the bus stop after my night classes? And Burger King and Five Guys because I only ever get chocolate oreo, and it's not fair to all the other shakes, so I was going to try plain chocolate--but Sonic blew everything else out of the water tonight so I gave up.

#milkshakes were literally the only thing on the menu at Five Guys that I had any interest in eating #so RIP Five Guys I guess I'm never going back there now that I've found a better one #admittedly the Sonic is like twice as far away as the Five Guys #but it's not like I get milkshakes very often anyway (outside of this study) so I can drive 25 minutes for a superior one

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coneedogawa · 2 years

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First Love

I bring you my fanfic for today’s Heizuha week prompt: First Love. I wanted to do something revolving around Kazuha’s first love since we only really know Heiji’s whole first love situation. I also decided to touch on a headcanon of mine that Kazuha likes both men and women. I mainly got this headcanon from when she said she’d be a better partner to Ran than Shinichi and other lines like that. Also with how she reacted and froze when Sonoko tried to jokingly kiss her cheek in the christmas ova, lol. Anyways, I hope y’all enjoy this one.

@heizuhaevents

~~~ “Who’s yer first love?”

Kazuha spat out her milkshake and started coughing.

“Oh geez,” Heiji reached over and pulled some napkins from the dispenser on the table, using them to clean up the spray of chocolate and whipped cream. “What’s wrong with ya?”

“What’s wrong with me?! What’s wrong with ya?! What kinda question is that?!”

“A perfectly normal one fer someone ta ask. Especially since I told ya mine.” He said, face growing red.

Kazuha’s face matched his blush as she averted her eyes, feeling her pulse quicken.

“Idiot, ya kept it from me fer years even when I asked, turnabout’s fair play isn’t it?” She spat.

“Was it me?”

Kazuha grew more nervous. “Uh, why should I tell ya?”

“We’re already datin’, it’s not like ya have anythin’ ta hide if it’s me.”

Kazuha stayed silent.

“It’s me, right?”

She began to sweat a bit.

“Kazuha?”

Finally, she sighed and resigned to her fate. “No, it’s… not you.” She braced herself for what she thought would be a series of loud insults. But nothing came. Instead, she looked up to find him silent.

“Heiji?”

“Who is it?” He didn’t look hurt, but more curious instead.

“I- I want to tell ya but…”

“But..?”

She leaned back in the booth, heaving a deep sigh. “It’s kinda… I don’t know… Personal? Private?”

“There’s barely anyone else here.” He gestured to the almost completely empty diner.

“Yeah but… I don’t know what you’d think about it.”

“What does that even mean?”

“It means…” Kazuha leaned forward as she trailed off, sighing once again. “Heiji, my first love was…”

She grimaced and he readjusted in his seat. “Was..?”

“Promise me ya won’t say anythin’ ta anyone?”

“I won’t.”

“And promise me ya won’t think differently of me?”

He sat up, “What?”

“Just promise?”

He was silent for a moment before nodding. “I promise.”

“Okay… Heiji, my first love was… a girl.”

She braced once again expecting some crazy response from her boyfriend, only to find him just looking shocked.

“A girl?”

“Yeah.”

It was silent for a moment. “Yer a lesbian?”

She glared at him. “I wouldn’t be datin’ ya if I were a lesbian.”

“Okay, but some people do that thing where they date people ta seem straight and-“

“And I wouldn't do that, dumbass.”

They went silent again. “So do you love me?” He asked.

She scoffed. “Yes!”

“But you like girls.”

“Yes.”

“I’m a guy.”

“Yeah, I noticed.”

He threw his hands in the air, “I’m just lost!”

She caught one of his hands and pulled it to the center of the table joined with his while looking him straight in the eyes. “Heiji, I like both men and women.”

He blinked and seemed in thought for a moment before speaking again. “Ok.”

“Ok?”

“Yeah, ok.”

“Just ok?”

“Yeah? What do ya expect?”

“I just,” She relaxed back into her seat, “-wasn’t expecting ya ta handle it so well.”

He gave a slight laugh. “I’m not like my parents, idiot! Why would I handle it badly?”

“It’s just-“ She cut herself off, starting to smile. “Nevermind, i’m just glad yer not upset.”

“Oh no, I am, don’t get me wrong there.”

She sat back up sharply, her smile vanishing from her face. “Ya are?”

“Yeah.” Heiji leaned towards her with a glare. “I can’t believe I’m not yer first love!”

She blinked before cracking up laughing.

“I mean, I’m sure I’m 10 times better, no, 100 times better. Yer attractiveness radar is cracked, unless ya met her before me? That must be it! That’s the only way ya ever could’ve fell fer someone else.” He continued, rambling.

Kazuha started laughing harder, tears forming from how hard she was laughing. Heiji smiled at how cute she was.

“Kazuha?”

She wiped a tear away as she looked up, “Yeah?”

“Now ya gotta tell me the full story. I need ta know if she compares ta me at all.”

Kazuha giggled, stretching across the table to give him a kiss on the cheek. “No one does, idiot.”

#heizuha #heizuhaweek2022 #kazuha toyama #heiji hattori #heiji x kazuha #shipping

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madartisthashire · 2 years

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SAY SOMETHING

You decided to say something to lighten up the mood. You might as well try to get to know this stranger better through small talk, and let him do the rest.

MC: "...You have a big brother?"

Ruben: *looks back at you before answering* "O-Oh, yes. I mean..he's the only one I have as a sibling. He was born three minutes ahead of me; I mean, we are twins after all heh, heh.." *smiles warmly* "...Even though my parents divorced when I was five...my big brother would do what he can to help me understand that our family bond was severed. At first, I would always wait for father to return home...but as the weeks went on---when I realized he wasn't going to come back---I couldn't help but...cry. My father was a really...sweet man. He wasn't the type to hurt anyone unless you do something to his boys, of course, heh. ...But he was still a kind, caring soul. I can still remember...when he would treat me and big brother to yummy chocolate ice cream cones. ..The home made kind...they were always my favorite. Even though my big brother didn't like chocolate so much, he was okay with letting me share with him whenever they ran out of it down at the ice cream parlor, heh, heh, heh. Though...I would always eat almost the entire thing..but...brother didn't mind. He was fine with eating the sugar cone; always loved eating that the most for..some reason."

You stare at Ruben silently before suddenly giggling a bit.

Ruben: *raises a brow* "..Um...is something funny?"

MC: "He must have a little brother complex then?"

Ruben: *slowly blushes a bit at the statement* "I-I-I-I..! I highly doubt he does! I mean..! If anything, big brother just wants to do what he can to make sure I'm happy and satisfied is all." *slowly calms down, rubbing his knees together under the table* "...Sorry..I just uh...that's the first time anyone ever..said that, you know? I mean...sure my brother will get carried away...at times. But..But he does have good intentions.."

You couldn't help but feel a little awkward for the response the man gave, but at the same time felt rather bad for the reply.

MC: *rubs back of neck* "..If I uh...said something bad to ya, I'm really sorry. ..Um...care to tell me what he's like? Or...maybe knowing his name?"

Ruben: *blushes a tiny bit* "O-Oh no, you don't need to apologize. I mean, I was taken aback is all..." *closes eyes and smiles* "..If anything, it feels...very nice to talk to someone like this. ...It has been so long since---" *stops, eyes widen a bit and becomes quiet, glancing away from MC*

You remain silent, feeling even more awkward than ever. You couldn't help but wonder what Ruben was about to say before he cut off the rest of the conversation. Was there something that Ruben himself wasn't suppose to say out of fear? Or was is something else entirely?

Just as you were about to open your mouth and ask, a waitress with bright blonde, curly hair wearing a retro red and white striped polo shirt and red skirt struts over and places a tray of four milkshakes on the table.

Waitress: "Here ya go, fellas. Made sure they were all cold and creamy for the both of y'all~." *turns and lightly walks away*

Ruben: *looks over, smiling big* "Oh wow!! So beautiful!! The whip cream looks fluffy! And the cherries..! So shiny and bright! Oh boy, oh boy! I'm so happy right now, heh, heh!"

You watch him take the second mug as he proceeds to take a sip and sighs in delight. He looked like a child in a sense of how much he enjoyed drinking from it.

Ruben: *giggles happily* "A mix of vanilla and chocolate! Yummy!"

Suddenly, you realized that you never ordered anything when you two first came in or even saw a waitress come over to take your order. How odd. You look at the milkshakes then back at Ruben, seeing how happy he was with the drink he chose. He looked so oblivious to the situation as he continued to sip more of the sweet, creamy goodness.

MC: "Ruben...did you order these?"

Ruben: *stares at MC silently before answering with a smile* "Nope~!"

You couldn't help but feel so off put by such a straight forward answer from the guy. You looked around to see if someone was going to face you, and look back as a way of knowing that they were the ones that ordered you the drinks, but to no luck. Something felt...off.

MC: [If he didn't order them, and I didn't see anyone that can confirm this...then who would...?]

[____]: "Ah, so you were here huh, Ruben?"

#Say Something choice #Madness Within

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angie-likes-to-art · 2 years

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Currently Untitled Single Dad!Bucky Fic III

Pairing: Teacher!Reader x Single Dad!Bucky Summary: You made a promise to yourself to not sleep with any parents before starting teaching, little did you know the guy you slept with two days before is the dad of your cutest student. Word Count: 5834 Warnings: Cursing, alcohol consumption (characters are of age), so much fluff A/N: Thank you guys for being so patient, as a thank you here's a long ass chap

Masterlist Part One Two

“Did you have fun at the potluck?” You jumped at the voice coming from behind you. You turned around to see the strangely smug face of your coworker, the teacher from the classroom to the left of yours.

“Uh… yeah, it was really fun.” You gave her a sweet smile and looked back at the first graders on the playground.

“Yeah, it sure looked like it,” She smirked and bumped her shoulder with yours, to which you responded by cocking your head and raising your eyebrows, “I just mean, you were getting awfully close to Rebecca’s dad.” she raised her hands in faux defense and let out a snort.

“We were just chatting about Becca,” You defended, hoping she didn’t also see you left to go to the diner together, albeit in separate cars but still together. “He was telling me about how she talked about my class a lot at home.” You added.

“That, I believe, she’s usually attached to your hip.” Your coworker nudged you again as you spotted Becca with her belly on the swing’s seat spinning it up and picking her feet up to spin her around the opposite way.

“Yeah, she’s a sweetheart.” You felt a smile painting itself across your face as you watched the girl, you remember her getting whipped cream on her nose the second her milkshake was sat on the table, Bucky wiped it off with his index finger with a chuckle and stuck it in his mouth with his intense eyes gazing into yours, causing your breath the hitch momentarily before giving him a teasing glare.

“Can’t say the same for her father, can you?” She let out a laugh and you tilted your head once again, you remember Bucky mentioning that some people considered him a ‘bad parent’ for whatever reason. “Oh, I guess you wouldn’t know, huh?” She asks when she sees your confused face.

“No, I haven’t heard about that.” You lied, but she didn’t need to know exactly what you talked about with Bucky or what you did with Bucky.

“Well, I guess I should just warn you” She suddenly got really serious and turned fully toward you, “He’s trouble, not the kind of guy you wanna hang around with.”

“What? What kind of trouble? He didn’t seem bad from the conversation I had with him.” You wondered if it was something really bad, that even your coworker was warning you. Was he still with Becca’s mother, was he cheating on her? Did he constantly sleep around? If that made him a ‘bad parent,’ then you’re not much better after last summer. Just as she was about to get into it, another coworker blew her whistle to signal the end of recess.

“I’ll tell you about it later,” she told you before gathering her class in a line in front of her. You did the same, leading the children back to your classroom to get back to your lesson plan. But in the back of your head, different scenarios of how Bucky could possibly be this horrible person people are making him out to be, you felt so out of the loop suddenly.

At the end of the day, you handed Becca off to her father and quickly thanked him for the previous Friday night at the diner.

“I had a really good time,” You confessed, avoiding eye contact, knowing how hot your face was getting.

“I did too, I’m glad you came, I know little one was happy about it too.” He laughed out and strapped Becca into her car seat. You could tell she was nodding enthusiastically even from your place on the sidewalk. He turned back to you after he shut her door.

“Maybe we can do it again? Just the two of us?” He suggested, pushing his sleeves up to his elbows and you let out a sigh, half from what he was suggesting and half from the sight of his toned, tattooed arms.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Bucky.” You started and saw him let out a sigh as well, “As much fun that I had last Friday, it’s just inappropriate.” you were being honest with him but decided to hide your slight apprehension from the rumors you’ve heard. You can see a wave of disappointment flash across his face for a moment and then back to a cocky smile.

“You want to, though, don’t you?” he teases while he leans back on the car and crosses his arms over his chest.

“Of course, I want to,” you state the obvious with a laugh and a shake of your head.

“Then I’ll get a yes one of these days.” he pointed at you as he made his way around to the driver’s side of his car and you gave him a playful eye roll.

The next couple of weeks of Bucky picking up his daughter from school went like this, him offering to take you on some corny date after he set Becca up in her car seat, and not that you’d admit it to him but he was wearing you down. The way he caught Becca in a hug when she ran toward him, the cocky way he crossed his toned arms over his chest, and his damned smirk made your heart swell.

Your nights spent alone in your apartment left you imagining what a real date with Bucky would be like. You imagined cooking with him, making the chocolate chip cookies you gave him at the open house. He would wrap his arms around you as you were mixing the dough, he would push your hair away from your face and press a kiss to your cheek and down to your jaw, before he could get any further, you’d smoosh some of the mixture onto his face. You imagine he’d jump back at the cold sensation, but would tighten his grip on your waist, pick you up and spin you. Or the two of you go to a cozy cafe, get coffees and pastries, find a comfy booth, and really get to know each other. You’d open up to each other, telling him all your stories, he’d tell you about his life before Becca, how she came to be, maybe he’d even tell you what the rumors were about. And that made you snap out of your daydreams, you remembered your coworker promised to tell you what she knew about him, but she never did. Maybe you’d have to ask her about it.

“Ms. L/N, what are you doing for Halloween?” one of your students piped up, looking up from their worksheet.

“Hmm, I’m not sure, I think I’ll just be handing out candy,” you responded, walking around the room to see how all the kids were doing on their sheets. “What are you guys doing?”

This led to all the kids talking about their Halloween plans and costumes and quickly derived to this weekend’s plans. Their attention spans are about as little as they are.

“Daddy and I are going to a birthday party!” Becca jumped up from her seat.

“That sounds like a lot of fun,” you tell her and turn to listen to all your other students' plans. After a few minutes, you wrangle them back down to work on their assignments.

At recess that day, you reminded your coworker of the conversation you had a few weeks ago, but right before she could tell you anything one of the little boys in your class falls from the top of the slide, lucky it wasn’t too high but will definitely with cause a couple bruises on his little knees. You sit with him in the nurse's office while his scrapes are cleaned up and tears are wiped off.

At the end of the day, you focus on handing the hurt boy over to his mother, letting her know what happened and how he was taken care of. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw another teacher giving Becca to her father, his eyes on you, you turn to him and offer him a wave and smile, he gives you one back and grabs Becca in his arms but doesn’t move to put her in the car. You gave him a curious look but turned back to the parent you were chatting with to finish your conversation. After seeing your student was strapped into his car seat safely, you turn to see Bucky with Becca in his arms still standing by his car. You make your way over to the two watching a grin grow on Becca’s little face.

“How can I help you two?” you ask, putting your hands on your hips and giving them a suspicious look, somehow knowing they’ve got to be up to something.

“A little birdie told me,” he nods toward the girl in his arms who still has the big grin on her face, “you were interested in the party this weekend,” Bucky explains with that damned smirk.

“Oh, I just said it sounded like it was gonna be a lot of fun,” you shifted your weight from leg to leg. Becca lets out a whine and gives you her puppy-dog eyes.

“But Ms. L/N, you said that before Daddy said you were coming to Happy’s with us,” she insisted. That made your heart break, you didn’t even think that saying that again would make her think you were coming with them.

“Aw, sweet girl,” you swipe a tear with your thumb, from under her watery eyes, “I wasn’t invited, I wouldn’t want to crash the party.”

“You’re always invited, and it’s really more of a cookout than a party, just a couple of friends,” Bucky adds.

“I don’t want to intrude,” you look back at him and shake your head.

“You’re not, really,” He goes to touch your cheek with the hand not holding Becca, but quickly redirects it to adjust her in his arms, “We both want you there, right peanut?” he looks down at her and she nods, still giving you her puppy-dog eyes.

“Okay,” you breathe out and lock eyes with Bucky, who cracks a smile, and Becca in his arms celebrates with a fit of giggles. You knew you wouldn't have been able to say no to the pout on the girl’s face, she must have learned that from her time in your class or that was something she used to get away with stuff at home too.

“I’ll pick you up at nine?” he asks when he turns back to you after sitting her in the car.

“You know where to find me,” he nods and gives you a wink before getting into the car himself.

The next morning you woke up at six in the morning after a fitful night of sleep, needless to say, you were nervous to meet Bucky’s friends. Do you introduce yourself as Becca’s teacher or Bucky’s friend? Are you guys even friends? While you’re in the shower, you imagine a bunch of ways the day could go and what Bucky’s friends are like, and if they’d even like you. After spending a bit too long imaging scenarios and rehearsing introductions you get out of the shower, tore through your entire wardrobe to pick out the perfect outfit that’s casual but looks nice but doesn’t look like you were trying too hard. Once you decided on the look, you set it out on the bed and take your time to make yourself coffee and breakfast, and kill some time scrolling through your phone. By the time you’re finished eating and washing the dishes, you hear a knock at the door. You check the time on the oven clock, 8:16, he shouldn’t be here already. You run over to the door and check the peephole to see Bucky running his hand over his scruff and holding a bouquet of flowers.

“You’re early,” You griped while opening the door, shaking your head in disbelief.

“I couldn’t help myself,” he admitted, “plus I was in the neighborhood.” He adds he raises the flowers to emphasize them. You give him a playful squint to faux suspicion but can’t help the smile painting itself on your face. You move to the side to let him in and get a flashback to the night you met Bucky and you led him into your apartment and to your bedroom. You watch as he takes in the space, seeing it with sober/ not hungover eyes, but before he had the chance to say anything you come to a sudden realization.

“Oh shit, I’m not even dressed!” you gasped pulling your bathrobe tighter around yourself and quickly scramble to your bedroom, hiding your body behind the door, only letting your face be seen.

“Doll, we’ve seen each other n-” He laughed out.

“Don’t finish that sentence” you warned and he gave you a dramatic eye roll at your ridiculousness. “We’re not gonna talk about that.”

“Fine, fine, you get dressed, I’ll find a vase for these,” he relented and held up the bouquet to you. You thanked him and told him where he would find a vase while you got dressed in a pair of mom jeans, a black turtleneck, and chunky black boots. You looked yourself over in the mirror and decided the look was enough to make you seem put together but didn’t scream you were a teacher, although the lingering pieces of glitter on your shirt certainly was not helping.

You peeked from your bedroom to the kitchen of your apartment where you heard Bucky looking through your cabinets. You watched as he reached up to the top shelf causing his shirt to ride up and give you a view of his lower back, although he didn’t let you savor the view because he grabbed the glass he desired. You let yourself take a moment for your face to cool down before walking over and leaning against the island counter and thank him again for the flowers. From the other side of the counter, he placed the bouquet in the vase and nudged them toward you, causing you to take them into your hands and take in the subtle sweet scent and notice a small envelope in the center of the grouping. Keeping your face toward the flowers you cast your eyes up to Bucky to see he’s already got his on you, paired with a small smirk.

“Bucky,” you stated, almost like a warning because you had a guess of what could be on the note.

“Open it already.” He tells you, slowly making his way around the counter until the only thing between you is the bouquet. You pluck the envelope from its stand and focus on opening it and pulling the note out; your nervous hands making is a more difficult feat than usual. Bucky gently brushed a lock of hair away from your face and kept his large hand on your jaw for a moment and then let it fall onto the counter. On the note was a phone number signed with a little heart and J.B.B. A grin threatened at your lips and you made no effort to hide it as you traced his initials.

“You’re so cheesy,” you tease, placing the note back in the envelope for safekeeping and to put in your phone later. “So, where’s Becca?” you ask, trying to change the topic and stop your mind from racing from him merely touching you.

“She stayed over at my friend Nat’s place last night because she insisted on helping set up for the cookout” he answers, relaxing back on the island. You chuckle at the thought, imagining her crossing her little arms and pouting as she does in class when it’s time to clean up.

“Nat.” you repeat to yourself to file away in your memory, “who else am I gonna meet?” you ask, trying to prepare yourself. Bucky explained who would be at the party and a quick description of them and how he knew them as you left your apartment and took the elevator down to the lobby. You repeated all the names in your head as you followed close behind Bucky and lightly bumped into him, not realizing he stopped on the sidewalk. You look up to mutter a quick apology and notice he’s stopped in front of a motorcycle. You go wide-eyed and look around for his car you’ve seen at school.

“You’re joking, right?” You try to confirm and hear him chuckle as he grabs the helmet hung off the handlebars and lifts the seat to grab another.

“What? Are you scared?” he quipped, cocking his head and holding out one of the helmets over to you. You hesitantly take it and rotate it in your hands, getting a good look at it.

“Uh, yeah,” you declared as if it was obvious.

“I promise I’ll be safe for you, darlin’.” he lowers his voice and uses his index finger and thumb to lightly grab your chin and makes you face him and stays like that until you nod, not breaking eye contact and you feel all your worries washing away. “Plus, I’ve been riding this bike for years and I’ve never crashed.” He backs up, spreading his arms open to make a point. He kicks his leg over the bike and gestures for you to follow. You take a step closer to him and the motorcycle.

“Wait, you don’t put Becca on this thing, do you?” you question him.

“No, no, not until she’s older,” you visibly relax at his answer, while he slides his helmet on his head and flicks the visor up, “next year maybe?” he jokes and nods his head to push the visor back down.

“Bucky,” you gasp and playfully push his shoulder. You hear a muffled chuckle from underneath his helmet, you grip his shoulder to balance yourself as you kick your leg over the motorcycle and find a spot on the seat behind him, loosely wrapping your arms around his waist after you place the extra helmet over your head.

“You ready?” he calls back to you and you can hear the grin on his face, and you nod into his back, “Hold on tight.” As he finishes he revs the engine and speeds off.

You immediately tighten your grip around his waist and press your helmeted face into his back. Scared for a minute, you keep this position until Bucky reaches back and gives your thigh a quick, comforting squeeze before going back to the handlebars. At the feeling, you lift your head and open your eyes that you subconsciously squeezed shut. Suddenly you feel the autumn air rush around you, the wind and the revving of the engine fill your ears, and the street and everything around it becomes a blur as the two of you speed by. The only thing you can focus on is Bucky, the warmth of his body in your arms, the way he turns his head to the side to check on you in his peripheral vision, and the way you just know he’s got a grin plastered across his face.

Feeling the confidence emanating off his body calms your nerves a bit until the two of you pulled into a long gravel driveway off one of the main streets downtown, Bucky maneuvered his way between a grouping of parked cars to a spot with a couple of other motorcycles. From the driveway you could look out over the yard and see people milling about, groups were chatting, laboring over a grill, or watching the children running around, making sure they didn't get into any trouble. You went to follow Bucky around the house to where everyone was but you couldn’t make your feet move. He notices the lack of your presence after a few strides and looks back with confusion that turns into concern.

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay,” he breathes out on his way back over to you, giving you a comforting smile, “everyone’s gonna love you,” he places his hand on your jaw, “Becca already does,” you both let out a laugh, the sound of which calms your nerves once again. He moves his hand down your jaw to your shoulder and finally to your hand and gives it a squeeze. He, gently, pulls you over to the yard reassuring you with each step. As you come into view of Bucky’s friends, you hear the squeal of a familiar little girl.

“Daddy!” Becca exclaimed and skipped over, “Ms. L/N!!” somehow she bounded over even faster and lept into your arms.

“Hi sweet girl,” you laugh as you catch her and Bucky shakes his head in disbelief and grabs her from your arms.

“I’m offended, peanut,” he deadpans and squeezes her tight when she starts to giggle, “You like Ms. L/N more than me?” he asks the girl who’s loving the attention from two of her favorite people.

“No Daddy, I said your name first!” She beamed and threw her arms around her father’s neck. You loved to watch the Barnes interact, you've seen them meeting after a long day almost every day but you know you’d never get sick of how excited Becca gets or how Bucky’s cocky or tough demeanor melts away when he gets his daughter in his arms.

“Good, do you wanna help me introduce Ms. L/N to everyone?” He sways her in his arms and she immediately begins to nod, “Who should we meet first?”

“Uncle Steve and Uncle Sammy!” she answered and pointed at the two guys manning the grill and having an animated conversation. While the three of you are walking over, Becca rambles about her night with Auntie Nat and how she helped put the decorations up and snacks on the picnic tables.

“Ah, there’s the jerk, we thought you were bailing on us!” The taller blonde, you guess was Steve from Bucky’s description of his childhood friend, teased as Bucky came into earshot. You trailed behind a little bit, hiding behind Bucky’s larger frame to calm your nerves and let him lead the conversation.

“Come on, I couldn’t miss AJ’s birthday, and the little one wouldn’t let me live if it down,” he bounces Becca on his hip while he catches up with the two men.

“And who could this be?” You caught the eye line of the man you assumed was Sam, who was pushing past Bucky.

“Y/N,” You met your hand with his and offered a sweet smile.

“Sam,” he confirmed, “How do you know these two? I thought everyone Buck knew was already here.” He teased, making both you and Steve chuckle, Bucky on the other hand let out a sarcastic laugh and punched Sam’s shoulder.

“Ms. L/N is my teacher!” Becca piped up, making Sam and Steve look in between you and Bucky with confusion and curiosity.

“Yeah,” you confirmed with a nod and explained you’d recently moved from campus after graduating and were new in town. You noticed the two sending a raised eyebrow look to Bucky, even seeing Steve mouth something that looked like ‘young’. You could feel the tension building just like you feared since you agreed to come to this cookout. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and avoided the eyes of the group.

“So what made you want to be a teacher?” Steve finally spoke up after what felt like agonizingly long, but in reality was a second or two, to break the tension that made you want the ground under you to open up and swallow you whole. Though the question warmed your heart, you loved talking about your career choice, you liked having a purpose that you know would have an effect on the world, but simply, you had a soft spot for little kids.

“Especially when they’re as sweet as Becca.” you finished your rant punctuated with tickling the girl’s side, who was still sitting on the hip of her father. The conversation was a lot more comfortable after the change of topic. Steve told you stories from his and Bucky’s childhood and their time in the military and Sam told you about their time in college and how they all were party animals.

“And this guy,” Sam gestures to Bucky, “Huge ladies man, every time we were at a party, within minutes, he’d be talking up some girl who was wrapped around his finger like he is around Becca’s little finger” You gave a surprised look at Bucky who brushed off the story with an eye roll.

“What about you, Y/N? Were you a partyer in college?” Steve asked after telling a heavily censored story of Bucky bringing a girl back to their apartment and going at it five times before coming up for air, which you definitely believe after your night with him.

“During college, no, I spent my weekends studying.” You answered.

“No way,” Bucky responded after letting Becca run off after she got bored of the conversation that she didn’t understand.

“Yeah, I even graduated a semester early because I didn’t party or, like, go out at all.” You explained, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Hmm, I’m not sure I believe that,” He doubted, causing you to look over to his friends as if to say ‘can you believe this guy?” who were looking in between the two of you with the same curious look they had when Becca revealed you were her teacher.

“How would you know, Buck?” Sam teased with squinting eyes.

“Fuck off, man,” Bucky brushed him off once again, “I’m gonna introduce her to Nat and Wanda.” He said as he places his hand on the small of your back to lead you away from Sam and Steve after saying your goodbyes and nice to meet yous.

“They like you,” Bucky informed you, you don’t know why but you got a scene of pride from knowing that. Why were you so happy they liked you? Why did you need Bucky’s friends to like you?

“Good, they’re really cool,” you breathed out with a smile and meeting eyes with Bucky, who was smiling too. The two of you made your way over to the deck where the two women were sat back chatting and sipping on cool drinks. Lemonade for the one with longer hair that you assumed to be Wanda and a glass of wine for the one you guessed was Nat from the blonde bob and the aforementioned wine.

“Ladies,” Bucky introduced, leaning on the fence that bordered the wooden deck.

“Bucky, who’s your friend?” the blonde gestured her glass at you and gave the familiar curious, cocked eyebrow look to Bucky. You’re not sure how these looks should be interpreted. Are they surprised he’s introducing any girl to them? Or are you some type of flavor of the week they all have an inside joke about? Does it have anything to do with the looming rumors hanging over his head?

“I’m Y/N, I’m Becca’s teacher.” you choose to tell them yourself rather than have Becca run over and change the course of your conversation. Both of them introduce themselves as well, Wanda even getting up to pull you into a warm hug.

“Oh, the elusive Ms. L/N?” Nat recognized.

“Oh my god, she talks about you so much.” Wanda laughed out.

“That’s what Bucky says too,” you explained, bumping his shoulder with your own.

“Did you guys meet through her?” Wanda asks, you and Bucky look to each other for the answer. He shook his head in uncertainty.

“Yeah actually, Bucky was actually late to the open house, he showed up just before the other parents left, so we had time to chat and get to know each other.” You told them but kept your eyes on him, watching as a small smile played on his lips at the story. You heard Nat and Wanda coo at the two of you and told you how they knew Bucky and the others at the party.

“Hey, I’m gonna say hi to the birthday boy,” he placed a hand on your shoulder and leaned in close to your ear but spoke loud enough for Nat and Wanda to hear, “You good staying here? I’ll be quick.” He checked, lowering his voice just for your ears, you nodded since you felt instantly comfortable with the girls and fell right back into conversation with them after Bucky made his way over to the kids playing near a tire swing.

“Okay, seriously, how’d you actually meet him?” Nat asked after you finished telling them about your time at the diner.

“What do you mean?” you played innocent.

“Come on, something definitely happened between you,” Wanda answered, pointing toward you and where Bucky was throwing the kids in the air and catching them before giving the next one a turn.

“Can you guys keep a secret?” You asked, still watching Bucky with the kids. Nat and Wanda were nodding excitedly when you turned back around and they hung onto every word of your story like the kids in your class when you read them a book. In turn, they told you stories of their flings. Wanda says she met a guy named Vis through Tony and she really likes him and Nat told you she and Steve had hooked up a few times over the summer. It’s clear who the romantic of the two is.

“So, are your guys dating or what?” Wanda rested her chin in her hands and had a starry look in her green eyes.

“Oh, uh,” you started, not sure how to answer. You told Bucky it’d be inappropriate to date, but here you were at a cookout birthday party meeting his friends. No matter how many times you tell yourself you were there for Becca and that you just didn’t want to disappoint her, you can’t deny you wouldn’t be able to see yourself in this position with the other kids in your class. You also couldn’t deny the feelings you had for Bucky or the skip in your heart when you caught his eye from across the yard. He had both of Sam’s nephews thrown over his shoulder but didn’t miss a beat before giving you a wave and a big grin. You reciprocated the gesture before turning back to the girls, still not knowing how to answer. “I don’t actually know. Besides the night we met, we haven’t seen each other without Becca as a buffer.” You explained the interactions you’ve had with him and asked for their advice. They were eager to tell you to go for it, Wanda told you to not worry about how Becca would see you as she already loved you before she knew you knew her father. If things were to end badly between you, she would still get to see you at school. Nat told you that it was clear that Bucky already had it bad for you. You were one of the first girls he’s talked about with the group of friends, let alone brought to meet them. And having Becca already like you certainly helped develop his feelings for you. The conversation quickly diverged to a slightly tipsy Wanda asking Nat how Steve was in bed. A similarly tipsy Nat was happy to spill the details, but you couldn’t make yourself listen, even if a part of you wanted to. You hid your racing mind and staring eyes at Bucky and the kids behind a glass of wine offered to you by Nat. You watched as the boys he was playing with run off, starting a game of tag while Becca skipped around in the grass collecting clovers.

“And then, he did this thing with his hips-” Nat explained, wiggling her hips as a visual aid before being cut off.

“Do you mind if I steal Y/N away?” Bucky placed a hand on the small of your back, not waiting for an answer before pulling you away. You quickly say bye to the girls who give you encouraging looks.

“I wanna show you something.” He tells you, briefly grazing his hand over your hip on his way to grasp your hand.

“Where are you taking me?” You ask with a laugh as he pulls you around to the other side of the house.

“It’s a surprise.” He looks back at you with a smile and leads you to a path dividing the tree line. “You’re gonna love it.” He assures you and gives your hand a squeeze. The path is mostly natural dirt, aside from the old wooden steps staggering the decline and transitioning to a dock. At the sound of your feet on the wood, Bucky maneuvers his way behind you, easily seeing over your head and shoulders, with his hands on your hips, he gently pushes you, encouraging you to walk forward. After a few feet, you push some branches out of your way to reveal a large lake surrounded by trees and freckled with rocks and stones, both around the perimeter and poking from the steady clear water. Through the trees, you see other houses with similar docks to the one you’re on. You feel arms snake fully around your waist and a chin resting on your shoulder.

“What do you think?” he breathes out, just below a whisper, as if anything louder would ruin the moment.

“It’s so beautiful,” you answer in awe, at the same volume as Bucky, taking in the scene.

“Yeah, you are,” he speaks in the same gentle tone, you almost didn’t hear him. Almost. In response, you give him an unimpressed side-eye. “C’mon, doll, you set me up for that one.” He defended, speaking at a normal volume now. You turn around in his arms, facing his broad chest now, quickly getting distracted at the cold metal of his dog tags between your fingers. “You really are,” he says after a moment.

“So are you,” you squeak out, almost not trusting your voice with him this close to you. His lips turn into a smile, his eyes flicking down towards your parted ones, causing his tongue to poke out and drag across his upper lip. With Wanda and Nat’s encouragement in your mind, the feeling of his hot breath on your cheeks, and the glass of wine you downed, you found the courage to push up on your toes and meet your lips with his. He responds immediately and pulls you closer against him. Your lips melt together and move in sync, you can taste mint and the beer he was sipping on his tongue. Breathlessly, you pull back from his lips and watch as he blindly tries to join them once again, you rest your forehead against his and let a shaky breath out.

“Thank you,” you mutter against his lips, he hums in confusion, “for finally convincing me.”

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mosstliest · 3 years

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mcyt movie night headcanons!

(cc!) Dream , George , Sapnap , Technoblade , Wilbur , Eret , Fundy , Nihachu , Quackity , Karl

requested? yes / no

pronouns used : they / them

cw! light nsfw (Dream) , mentions of jumpscares (horror films)

Dream

he is a big fan of a good old netflix and chill session

something about the warm, dark living room only illuminated by the moving images on the screen, your silhouette barely visible under a blanket and whatever snack you’d found on his cupboard on your hands gets this man in a raunchy mood

he’ll pull you to his lap or slide next to you and start pecking at your neck

“But it’s just getting to the good part”

you stretch your neck to give him more room anyways

“Oh we’re about to get to the good part”

you chuckle and bite your lip to stifle a sigh as his lips begin to trace your jaw

the movie gets paused is what I’m saying

he refuses to buy any snacks from the candy shop whenever you do go to the cinema

“It is unnecessarily expensive!”

“You have twenty million fucking subscribers!”

“BUT FOUR DOLLARS?!”

he has the most creative ways of smuggling sweets

it started with a classic tote bag

it’s become sort of a game

once, he bought the most ridiculously bulgy jacket and wore it in scorching florida weather solely for the purpose of hiding crisps

he laughs easily at movies and his wheeze has made you get kicked out of a movie theatre at least once

will talk about his favourite parts of the movie for hours after it’s finished

will laugh whenever he thinks about the funniest parts for days

George

(sort of George with a film buff s/o)

he doesn’t talk during movies and actively dislikes people who do

will complain if he doesn’t like the film but only in quiet whispers and not if he suspects you are particularly enjoying it

you made him watch a Tarkovsky film one time

he swears he didn’t fall asleep

he did

but he tried his best <3

can’t choose the movie for the life of him so you always end up having to pick

every time you try and analyze color symbolism he’ll chime in

“I’m colorblind”

before you can finish

you bait him honestly

he likes listening to you talk about your favorite movies and all the films you want to show him

he’ll look up facts about your favourite directors and will make fun of your least favourite ones with you

makes a great snobby-tarantino-fan “you’ve not known real cinema until you’ve watched pulp fiction” impression that never fails to make you cackle

he is not a fan of horror films

you tried to make him watch one once

“I don’t really like horror movies but you said this one was good so- WHAT IS THAT?!”

turned it off immediately and you ended up watching the hobbit

Harry potter marathons are a must

he can imitate maggie smith’s accent to perfection

Sapnap

you watch anime together

I don’t give a fuck if you don’t like it

he doesn’t either

he’ll make you watch it

he has good taste though, so you end up enjoying it

cuddles with Sapnap cuddles with Sapnap cuddles with Sapnap

movie playing on the tv, your head in his chest and his hand in your waist, blankets wrapped around you and the AC running just a little bit too cold = his absolute definition of happiness

you binge watch shows in one sitting and then get sad when they’re over

he always burns the goddamn popcorn

daily movie nights!

you order in and eat a late night dinner in bed

Your pick monday, wednesday, friday

his pick tuesday, thursday, saturday

a full on debate on sundays trying to figure out a good middle ground

Whenever the movie runs late and you end up falling asleep, he’ll turn the tv off and quietly pull the blankets over your body before kissing your forehead in the sweetest way imaginable

he yells at the screen

he loves watching horror movies but gets jumpscared easily

“Awww are you scared baby?”

“Shut up y/n I’m only holding you so you don’t get scared”

“I won’t :)”

“...I’m not letting go if that’s what you’re fucking thinking”

Technoblade

(take a shot every time popcorn is mentioned and pass out)

one of your first dates was actually a movie date

he turned and whispered in your ear whenever a clever wip popped in his head and his commentary was so funny you had to bury your face in your hands so your laughter didn’t disturb the other people in the theatre

he talks during movies, he can’t help it

"heh?!"

he doesn’t like cinema popcorn and will exclusively buy chocolate

you didn’t get it until the day he made you try his trademark-techno-popcorn and wow

“holy shit this is great!”

“I know”

he’s completely ruined popcorn for you

“please don’t ever leave me, I don’t think I’ll be able to eat normal popcorn after this”

“wasn’t planning on it”

he is secretly into romcoms

you watch movies in bed, laptop propped in his legs and an obligatory bowl of popcorn in your arms

he plays with your hair for the whole time

you hate-watch bad movies all the time and your chests hurt from laughing by the end

he can easily memorize entire scenes and will repeat them to you in a totally monotone voice

It’s great

has never cried during a movie, is dreadfully proud of himself for it

sometimes he’ll get distracted and just stare at you, movie reduced to white noise in the background

“you’re so pretty”

Wilbur

makes dinner for you whenever you have a movie night

his snack game is kind of weak though, as much as I hate to say it

water and dark chocolate only

if you think he doesn’t insist on rewatching hamilton at least once every two months you are wrong

he is a goddamn hamilton kinnie and he likes the fucking songs okay?

constant change of cuddling positions

you made him sit through the entirety of the twilight saga “as a hate watch”

he now quotes it on a daily basis (never on stream, chat would eat him alive)

“Whaddaya mean team jacob? He’s a glorified furry!”

you watch a lot of documentaries

the way he concentrates on taking in every single bit of information is almost more entertaining than the actual film

he’ll tell you random facts he learnt watching the documentary and you’ll have to remind him that you watched it with him

you act out iconic romance scenes and he gets so into it

he can be anything from Jack Dawson to mr. Darcy and William Thacker and it gives you butterflies every time

you’ll stand up whenever characters are slow dancing and dance along with them

You’ve tried to watch shows together but you always end up forgetting or one of you will binge an entire season and

he’s insufferable when he doesn’t like a film but will refuse to change it

he criticizes the smallest details in a way that would make Anthony Lane look like an absolute sweetheart

you dance to the end credits theme

Fundy

(long distance!)

Netflix parties ALL THE TIME

+ discord calls / facetime

you coordinate snacks

sometimes you’ll switch whatever you’re watching to dutch for a second so he can make fun of the god awful translation

most times,you fall asleep together after the movie ends even if your time zones are far apart

you watch entire shows together, the longer the better

four or five episodes at a time

You both get super invested and will have heated discussions about whether rory should have ended up with logan or jess

whenever you talk about meeting up, watching a movie and actually cuddling comes up

he used to be kind of quiet during movies

he won’t shut up now, it’s fun, having his voice in your ears with whatever film you’re watching in the background makes it seem like he's in bed next to you

his voice would be easy to fall asleep to if he didn’t yell so often

he can guess the precise plot of every single horror movie

like word for word, scene for scene

he gets scared anyways

he sent you one of his hoodies once, after you begged for weeks

you wrap it around a plushie or pillow and cuddle it whenever you watch something together

“can’t believe a fucking sweater gets more action than me”

“oh shut up you big baby”

Eret

lots and lots of movie dates

he has excellent taste in films and shows so you let them choose most times

stacking up on cinema sweets and a huge bucket of popcorn when you go to a theatre

buying tons of crisps and candybars when you hang out at home

not the biggest cuddler in this specific setting

would much rather have her arm around your shoulder and your legs up on their lap

you watch award shows solely for the purpose of roasting the outfits

bed/couch absolutely crammed with plushies and pillows

you always make milkshakes together

not smoothies

not frappes

milkshakes

with syrup, whipped cream and a cherry on top

the night isn’t complete without them

you watch a lot of period films

“you’d look great in that”

“who are you pointing to again?”

“doesn’t matter, you’d look great in everything”

(you’ll get them to wear a corset if it’s the last thing you do)

he turns to kiss your cheek every fifteen minutes

Nihachu

you bake cookies before movie nights and decorate them specifically for the theme of the film

you did a horror marathon once

(it may have been a sneaky way to get her to hide in the crook of your neck but we don’t talk about that)

the plate of cookies flew out of her hands in minutes

she got so worried

“but you worked so hard on the decorations :(“

“it’s fine babe, we’ll just eat the plain ones”

she wrapped her arms around you and kissed your cheek so it was totally worth it

the decorations were kinda shit anyways

you watch a ton of coming of age movies and will listen to the soundtrack for days after

she’s so funny during movies

sometimes a character will do something stupid and her remark will be so absolutely stingy both your hands will fly to your mouths and you’ll stare at each other, eyes wide, before falling into a fit of giggles

simping over powerful women with Niki

you have a huge watchlist of gay films and high five everytime you cross one off

cuddling under a huge pile of blankets

switching sweaters

Zuko climbing unto the laptop and pausing the movie at the most inconvenient times

Quackity

he eats dry cereal during movies because he’s just chaotic like that

you sit on the floor with your backs to the couch and eat takeout and drugstore snacks

the amount of times you’ve watched the fucking bee movie

you like watching things in spanish

everything from crappy soap operas to almodovar films

he likes to translate things and can do it super quick so you never really need subtitles

you watch a lot of superhero movies and he has made you watch Adam Sandler’s entire filmography

the floor always ends up messy and cleaning up afterwards is almost as funny as the film itself

sitcoms!

lots and lots of sitcoms

Karl

pillow fort is obligatory

monster energy drinks and a huge variety of candy

microwave popcorn with too much butter

hot cocoa with too many marshmallows

you mostly watch cartoons and 2010’s nickelodeon shows

scream singing the iCarly theme song and hating on tori from victorious

getting really into the adventure time lore

tickle fights when the film gets boring

he takes recommendations from “indie film” tiktoks and you mock him for it endlessly

he has weirdly obscure knowledge on every show you watch

he has a big colección of dvds/videotapes so you get to watch some oldies

he falls asleep with his head in your lap or your shoulder

he gives you a sweater or hoodie to wear and lends you plaid pyjama pants

you quote movies on stream and have ton of private jokes

can you tell I got lazy at the end?

likes and reblogs are always appreciated and have a wonderful morning/day/afternoon/evening/night <3

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natsfirecat · 2 years

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Hiya!

I have a request, if you're up for floof!

So, R is Supercorp's daughter and Nia is just the really affectionate aunt who take R out for ice cream or something.

It's okay if you don't write this!

I hope you have a great day / evening / night!

Love, Kaitlynn

Magic Ice Cream

pairing: supercorp x daughter!reader, nia nal x reader (platonic/familial)

word count: 636

warnings: none, lmk if i need to add any!

A/N: hi bestie! sorry it took me forever to write this but here it is!! hope you enjoy!! :D

You had finally mastered your Kryptonian powers, and now you wanted to work on your witch powers too.

Lena had given you a few lessons, but you still needed a lot more practice.

When you woke up this morning, you were ready for another lesson. You had gotten ready before either of your mothers woke up. You were waiting by the door, rolling back and forth on your feet as time went by.

It didn't take long before you heard rustling coming from upstairs (one of the perks of inheriting super hearing) and the excitement in your chest bubbled even more.

Lena was the first one coming down the stairs, so you quickly made your way over to her.

"Hey mom!" You greeted her with a wave.

"Hi, Y/N," she replied.

"So, can we work on more spells today?" You asked hopefully.

Her smile dropped.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, but your mom and I have a really big alien case to solve. Nia's out, so it's all hands on deck,"

"Oh..."

"Although, seeing as Nia can't be Dreamer at the moment doesn't mean she can't still be around. I could ask if she could spend the day with you,"

"No, it's alright."

With that, you went back to your room, going back to sleep.

A few hours later, you were in a dark forest. You kept chasing this one butterfly, but you couldn't reach it. You kept running and running, but it got farther and farther away.

"Y/N!" Came a familiar voice.

You whipped around to see none other than Nia Nal standing there.

"Wake up, kid," she said affectionately.

Soon enough, the scenery around you began to change as you were back in your room.

Nia sat on your bed, her pink cast on her arm sticking out.

"Nia, what are you doing here?" You asked as you sat up.

"Your moms called! Come on, we're going out for ice cream!"

"Okay..."

Before you knew it, you were being dragged out the house. She walked down the streets with you, almost skipping in her steps.

You loved Nia, she was practically an aunt to you, but you really weren't in the mood today.

She noticed your frown, but said nothing. Instead, she just kept skipping along.

By the time you reached the ice cream shop, you could tell there was no stopping her. So she ordered two shakes for you both.

When you both sat down, she looked you straight in the eye.

"Wanna talk about what's going on?"

You slumped forward, resting your head on your hands.

"I just wanted to practice magic today. I want to embrace my powers from both sides of my family, but I can't do that if I can't practice,"

"Oh... I'm sorry, kid,"

There was a moment of silence where you had some of your milkshake.

"Why don't you practice right now?" Nia suggested.

You tilted your head to the side.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it's kind of hard to use this spoon while only having one good arm. How about you use your magic and try to levitate it?"

Your face lit up as you smiled.

"Okay!"

You closed your eyes, holding your hands up as you thought of her spoon. Levitation wasn't difficult, you had read about it somewhere.

You muttered the spell, hoping you would get it right. Then you muttered it again for safe measure.

When you opened your eyes, the spoon was barely lifted above the ice cream cup. You guided it upwards with your hand.

She smiled proudly, leaning forward to close her mouth around the floating spoon.

You giggled, feeling yourself smiling too.

She reached her good hand out, high-fiving you.

"Now, we're gonna have a long afternoon," she said with a grin. "I have a lot of ice cream I wanna eat, and you have a lot of magic to practice."

Yeah, you'd definitely have to thank your moms later for calling her. But for now, you were happy to be in the moment with your aunt.

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amerrierworld · 3 years

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Cigarette Smoke

for the request: top carol/reader smut? Thank youuu

Summary: Carol needs to get out of the house and asks you to come along.

Characters: Carol Aird x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,579

Warnings: smut smut top!Carol you’ve been warned (you’re the babysitter... again.. and things happen, plus at this point the Airds have divorced~)

You watched as cigarette smoke curled around her head. She had the newspaper spread over her lap and a cup of tea in the other hand. Inhaling deeply, the end of the cigarette lit up brightly, and you could smell the smoke where you were sitting, cradling your own cup of tea.

Harge had picked up Rindy half an hour ago, and Carol had immediately rung you to come by, before the silence could get to her.

You were no longer the babysitter- they didn’t seem to need you anymore now that they worked with two separate schedules, and so Florence would watch over Rindy when needed.

But Carol stayed in touch; she called, asked about your job endeavours, interested in your life. And she would tell you about her ideas; things she wanted to do and see, but never initiated plans to go through with it. She was stuck, and you didn’t know if you knew how to pull her free.

“Just going for the shopping, ma’am,” Florence announced as she headed out the door. You didn’t know if it was just because you were here, but her voice and demeanour were always very tight and constrained around you, like she didn’t approve of something that you couldn’t put your finger on.

Carol let out a shuddering sigh as soon as the door shut behind Florence, grey smoke blowing out from her red-painted lips. Her eyes finally lifted up and met your own as you sipped your tea.

“Would you like to go for a ride?” she asked, nonchalantly, as she put out her cigarette in the ashtray.

“Where?” you asked.

“Anywhere you’d like,” she said, folding the newspaper neatly. “I need some fresh air.”

You didn’t see any reason why not, so you got up as she went to slip on some shoes, grabbing a lightweight coat overtop her cream blouse.

Carol pulled out of the driveway in the Packard with graceful ease, and you sank back in the passenger seat as you watched the landscape go by.

Once in the city, Carol bought Rindy a new toy, and you got milkshakes at a small diner. She was awfully quiet, you noticed, and she popped the candied cherry in her mouth as her eyes glazed over like she was somewhere completely different.

“Carol...” you said, reaching over to hold her hand. The physical touch seemed to jolt her out of her zone and she looked at you like she saw you for the first time that day.

“Oh.. I’m sorry, sweetheart,” she sighed, “I haven’t been very sociable, have I?”

“It’s alright, I don’t mind,” you said, squeezing her fingers, realizing her ring finger was missing a familiar golden band.

“No, no, goodness, please forgive me,” she said, shaking her head. “Now tell me, what’s new with you?”

You smiled, and chatted for a bit as you finished your milkshake. Carol ordered some sandwiches and fries while you kept talking, and you were so enamoured by watching her eat -you had only ever seen her use cutlery, and here she was, licking the salt from her fingers and munching down on finger food- that you didn’t notice the time passing by so quickly.

Carol talked about some redecoration ideas for the house, recent drama in her high-class friend group, and how fast Rindy seemed to be growing when she wasn’t home.

“I would love to come by sometime when you have Rindy again,” you offered,

“Oh- I wouldn’t be able to pay you, darling.”

“No, not as a job. I just wanted to say hi to her again,” you smiled, “no fee. I’ve just missed her, that’s all.”

Carol seemed a bit startled, surprised by your interest in her and her daughter, but then that bloomed into a sweet, familiar smile, and you enjoyed the way she reached over and squeezed your hand this time.

“Oh, dear, look at the time,” she realized, “I should get you home.”

“I could just get a cab...” you began, but she was already waving her hand in dismissal.

“No, no. I asked you here, drove you around, forced you to go out in public with me. The least I can do is drive you home.”

You blushed, and waited patiently as she paid. It seemed so natural, to get up and help her get her arm in one of her tricky coat sleeves, and follow her out to the car, and get inside and be swarmed by Carol’s perfume when you both shut the doors.

The drive back to your home went by far too fast. It was already dark by the time you pulled up to your place, and Carol took a moment to stop and look at you from the driver’s seat.

“Thank you for spending time with me, sweetheart,” she said softly, “I know I can be... difficult, especially with what’s been happening. With me, I mean. You’re a very sweet girl for coming when I called.”

“I will always come when you call,” you replied without hesitating. The blonde was startled again, looking at you in the dark, your eyes shining back at her.

The muscles in her neck tensed, like she was contemplating something. Almost like when her mind seemed to wander someplace else, but now it was fixed only on you. And then she relaxed- like she’d been defeated in some internal battle.

Your heart jumped at the change,1 and you were filled with sudden bravery. Then, you said,

“Carol. Turn off the car?”

Without a word, she followed your command, shrouding the both of you in complete silence and darkness. You could see her slightly in the light of a distant street lamp, and then you reached over and gently kissed her on the lips.

Her hands were still gripping the steering wheel so you pressed a little harder with your lips, tasting the waxiness of her lipstick. And then she inhaled sharply, before forcing your mouth open with her tongue, letting it slide along yours. One hand reached up to grasp your jaw, and she breathed you in.

You gasped into her mouth, feeling her touch like fire on your skin. You pulled away only to scoot over and push your door open. Then you whipped your head back to look at Carol and said, barely a whisper,

“Come inside?”

Carol stepped out the car before you even managed to get off your seat. While you were out in the open, she was respectable, holding her head high and smiling like any middle-class wealthy house-wife would. And then when the door shut behind you, she was on you, clawing at your clothes.

Her mouth tasted like cherries and cigarette, and you never realized a taste like that could be so intoxicating.

“Bed?” she asked, pulling at your shirt, and you led her to your bedroom, where she promptly pushed you down on the mattress, making you squeak in surprise.

You wormed you hands up underneath her shirt, making her shiver as you explored her smooth skin. Her skirt was too tight for her to straddle you properly and she cursed in a low voice before shimmying out of it.

Once free, you salivated at the sight of her stockings and underwear, and as she pulled the blouse over her head your face was right there to kiss her chest, hold her by the waist, and pull her closer.

“Oh, sweet girl,” she breathed. Her voice always got lower and raspier after she had a cigarette, which she did after the sandwiches at the diner. You mewled into her skin, feeling goosebumps break out over your body at her words.

She got you up on your knees to help you take off the rest of your own clothes, carefully peeling each piece off of you, kissing each inch of skin as it was revealed.

“Do we have to be quiet, baby?” she whispered, cradling your face to look up at her. You thought for a moment, and reluctantly nodded. You weren’t sure what the neighbours would think if they heard anything, and definitely didn’t want to cross that line now.

“Well alright then,” she purred, pushing you back on the bed. She straddled you, settling down on you comfortably. You felt the searing heat coming from between her legs, and you squirmed.

“No moving,” she said, because her eyes were fluttering shut at the friction from you moving underneath her. You stilled, choosing to run your hands over the smoothness of her stockings instead.

She leaned down and pinned your arms above your head, rotating her hips seductively, keeping her eyes on your face and a smile on her lips. Her lipstick was already smudged, you noticed.

“I realize I should have asked this first, but.. are you alright with this?” she asked, her thumbs rubbing over the pulse points on your wrists.

“Y-yes, yes, of course,” you replied, looking at the way her curls were loosening and falling into her face.

“Good,” she grinned, and pressed a deep kiss to your mouth before moving down your neck, “because I have been thinking about this for a long time.”

She nipped at your collarbone and you squealed. One of her hands came down to press a finger to your lips.

“Shhhhh, baby. Quiet, remember?” she said. You gasped in response as her tongue ran down your breast, over your nipple, swirling around your belly button.

“F-fuck,” you hissed, grabbing at your pillows. Your body rose up again as she nuzzled you between your legs, right where you inner thigh met your pelvis. A tongue licked slowly up, collecting your wetness and sweat, and you shivered.

“Carol,” you whimpered, reaching down to grab her hair. Immediately, she pulled your hand away and held it tightly over your thigh. The demand was clear, no touching.

She lightly kissed your clit, and you bit your lower lip until you were sure it bled.

Then Carol pulled away and said,

“Best prepare yourself, baby girl. Don’t make a noise.”

Once she said that, you barely had a moment to register the words before her tongue and lips dove in, unforgiving and intense.

You gasped, almost crying out if you hadn’t caught yourself, the sound trapped in your throat. Your arms and legs shook as she held you down and attacked you.

It was deadly silent in your bedroom, the creaking of the bed and your heavy breaths the only audible sounds. You were whimpering, breathing in sharply through your nose to stop your voice from screaming at how she was working you up.

Then her hand let go of yours and a finger began rubbing around your opening, wetting the tip and pushing a finger in gently, but firmly.

“O-oh,” you sighed, which earned you a stilling of motion and a pointed look up through her lashes. You pressed your lips closed and willed yourself to stay quiet again.

Her finger curled inside you and pressed against a swollen spot that had you seeing stars.

“Let it happen,” she whispered, pulling away for a short moment. Her lips suckled at your clit, and when a second finger pressed and curled inside you, the ceiling above you was replaced by swirling colours and a sense of complete euphoria.

Your eyes were shut, trying to fill your lungs with air as you recovered from the intensity of your orgasm. Then Carol was there, kissing and licking along your neck. You wrapped your arms around her shoulders and pulled her as close as possible, wanting to take her in, wanting to feel her as deeply as possible.

“Good girl,” she cooed, lips brushing over your ear. The rumble of her voice made you keen, and your body heated up again instantly.

Your exploratory fingers ran down her body and pushed inside her underwear. You heard her squeal softly and chuckle as you lightly rubbed her, and she pulled back.

“Just a moment, dear,” she said, grasping your hand, “here. Let me just...”

She removed her underwear, and laid back on the bed. You pressed up against her side, burying your head in the crook of her neck.

“Wanna please you too,” you whimpered. Her hand ran soothingly over your back.

“Such a good girl,” she said, enjoying the way your body rolled against her again, “give me your hand, hm?”

She grabbed your hand, kissed your fingers, and then brought it down to her cunt. Her long legs spread a little more, and she guided your hand slowly.

“Press right here,” she breathed, holding your fingertips a little to the right of her clit, “and then rub a little- oh, yes.”

You followed her instructions as best you could, listening intently to the changes in her voice and breath.

“A little harder, sweetie,” she continued, and you added a bit more vigour, working your whole arm. Her hips bucked up, and you smiled victoriously.

She leaned over and nuzzled your neck, nearly distracting you from your job at hand.

“Would you like to go inside?” she asked, a slightly desperate lilt to her voice.

You nodded weakly, watching your fingers rub over the most sensitive part of her, entranced by her convulsing abdomen muscles, her legs and her inner thighs becoming slick.

“Go on then,” she encouraged. You looked over at her beaming eyes, encouraging and needy at the same time. You reached further down and ran a finger along her opening like she did with you.

“I’m more than ready, darling,” she gasped, “two will be fine.”

You grinned, finding humour in her nonchalance as if she was ordering another sandwich at a diner. But then when you rotated your fingers and began pressing against her silky inner walls, she gasped and shook all over.

She bit down on the palm of her hand to stop from being too loud as you picked up the pace. Carol was trembling, pulling you down to kiss her continually, wet and sloppy.

“That’s it,” she gasped, “God, I-I’m almost... shit.”

Her hand flew down as you fucked her with your fingers. She rubbed at her clit with expert precision, and that was the winning ticket. She whined into your mouth as she came, hips stilling and her body locking as she reached that peak.

You watched in awe as her eyes slowly opened at you, unfocused as she rode the last few pulses of pleasure, convulsing around your fingers.

The two of you laid there in content, sharing gentle kisses and breaths. She urged you to suck your fingers, grinning as you slurped her taste off your fingers before doing the same to her own.

“Sweeter than any milkshake,” she hummed, making you blush. She sat up a little, rearranging the pillows to relax a moment. You were going to pull away to give her some space, but her arm wrapped around you and held you close.

She kissed you right by your hairline, whispering “beautiful” with soft endearment. You sighed and captured her lips again, addicted to every taste of her, every motion of her mouth and body.

Then she pulled away, but only to light a cigarette. The smoke swirled around her head again, and then she looked at you with those stunning grey eyes,

“Do you want to try?” she nodded towards the cigarette.

“No,” you smiled, turning over on your side towards her, “I’d much rather watch you smoke.”

She laughed, and said, “alright,” before inhaling once more.

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