#and then im betting his boots have buckles

[kookwashere]

No Hard Feelings

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Summary: You, the girl everyone wants to be, the girl that every guy wants, the good girl, falls in love with cold, handsome, bad boy Jungkook, you know it's wrong, and one day, you make a bet to Jungkook that you can make him fall in love with you in 4 days.

Warnings: Fluff, angst (tiny weeny bit) smut, language, mentions of violence and death (death not with OC's) Jungkook smokes, Jungkook can kinda be a dickhead at some times (now onto the dirty part 😋) jungkook is rough, oral (f receiving) doggy, some pus-pus slaps and some booty slaps, unprotected sex (stay safe yall) OC'S are both seniors in high school but both 18, enjoy 💕

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You were getting ready in the mirror to go to a normal friday night high school party, you were putting the finishing touches of your makeup on, wearing a black dress with your hair down.

"____, you ready?" Karly asked while grabbing her purse. "Just finishing my lips, almost done." You said not looking away from the mirror. "Okay, well hurry up, don't wanna be late!" She said while walking out the door.

You finished and grabbed your purse, getting into the car, driving to drunk teenagers, the smell of sex and drugs, and stupid activities. You and Karly finally arrived, music was blasting through-out the house, the smell of beer hitting your nostrils almost instantly, but what caught your attention the most, was him.

Him...Jeon Jungkook, the bad boy, who skips classes, smokes inside the bathrooms, and fucks around with girls to end up breaking their hearts. You gulped when you saw him in his leather jacket with black skinny jeans and black boots, his right arm tatted all the way up, from his shoulder to his long fingers you wanted in you so badly.

"Girl, you okay?" Karly asked while putting her end on your shoulder. "Yeah, im fine." You said looking away while smiling at her "Come on, let's get a drink." She said while grabbing your hand, leading you through the crowd.

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Fuck, by this point you lost your mind, the room was spinning, what's your name again? Whatever.

The taste of alcohol still running in your mouth, your feet and legs felt wobbly, like you were going to fall any moment, Karly probably left real quick to see her boyfriend, so here you are, in the crowd alone.

You walked trying to find any place to sit down, your hand on your head, bouncing from wall to wall, until what you bounced on suddenly didn't feel like a wall, it felt firm, warm, and it smelled like fresh cologne, the best kind.

"Well, if it isn't little miss perfect, well, not so perfect right now..." You froze hearing that voice, fuck. It couldn't be...right? You looked up and saw him, oh no.

"Woah, you look fucked, how much did you drink tonight?" He asked holding onto your arms to keep you in place from falling. You put your fingers up counting, and you put 10 fingers up atleast twice. "M-maybe like *hic* 3 or something." You said while licking your lips. "You definitely had way more than 3, where's your friend?" He asked looking around. "I-I have no i-idea *hic*" You felt weightless and leaned into his chest, seeking the closest thing to comfort.

"We need to get you home before you strip on the table, let's go." He said looking at you, observing your drunk state. As soon as you tried to walk, bam. You fell. He sighed and picked you up bridal style, taking you into his car. "____, I need your help. You have to try and tell me where you live so I can take you home." He said after buckling you in the passenger seat. "Uhhhhh, some apartment right by the small convenience store." You said eyes closed. He sighed taking his head in his hands. "This might take awhile." He said while starting the engine.

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"Ok, up the stairs we go, one foot at a time." He said while trying to help you up, finally reaching the door. "____, give me your keys." He had his hand out, waiting. You rummaged through your purse trying to find that thing. "H-here" You put the key in his hand so he could unlock the door. "Lets get you to bed." He said still holding you. He plopped you down on your soft bed, laying you down on your back.

"I guess I need to wipe your makeup off..." He mumbled under his breath, he found a makeup wipe in your bathroom, ever so gently wiping your makeup off, and softly taking your heels off.

He stared at you for a few seconds, tucking your hair behind your ear.

"Goodnight, pretty." He whispered before turning the lights off and locking your front door.

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You don't even remember what happened. You woke up with the biggest fucking headache and groaned, trying to sit up.

You rubbed your eyes, feeling your makeup has been taken off, and your heels placed beside your bed. Did Karly take you home last night?

Your phone was vibrating by your bed, messages spamming in from Karly.

KarlyFry: omg im so sorry, are you ok?? did u make it home safely???

Me: hey, im home, just woke up, do u remember what happened last night? you gave me to many drinks lol

KarlyFry: not really, i just remember a few things, making out with andrew lol, i remember seeing jungkook carry you out the door too which was crazy, i couldn't do anything about it tho, im sorry girl

Me: ?? jungkook? huh? what? jungkook was the one that took me home?

KarlyFry: ya i guess so, what a gentleman huh ;)

You blushed and smiled at your phone, biting your lip.

Me: Karly i gotta go, make sure to take ur hangover meds, love you

You put your phone down and kicked around on your bed, all giddy and happy. You just had to wait until monday to see him again.

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Monday came around, it was bright and early in the morning and Karly was picking you up for school, you still can't drive, both you and your other friend Namjoon suck at driving, but you aren't called the "God of destruction" Like he is.

"It's cold, huh?" Karly said while turning the heating on in her car. "It's fucking freezing." You said bundled in your jacket. "Lets go, I want to get to class early." You told her while buckling your belt.

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"Fuck, it's so cold in this room..." You tried to huddle up in your chair, your fingers feeling like they would get frostbite. All of a sudden, Jungkook came in and sat down on his assigned seat next to you.

You stared at him, thinking about what he did last night. "Jungkook." You said, trying to catch his attention. He just ignored you and closed his eyes, leaning back in his chair.

"Jungkook, I am talking to you!" You said a bit more louder. "Fuck, what?" He said sighing. "I was just wondering if it was you that brought me home last night..." You said the last part a bit more quiet. "Mmm, nope." he said while popping the P. "Oh come on Jungkook, I know it was you." You said raising an eyebrow and crossing your arms.

"Oh really? How do you know?" He said challenged. "I smelt like your cologne, you know, your cologne has a very specific smell, like, I don't know how to describe it." You said shrugging. "Okay...it's kind of weird how you know that." He said awkwardly. "I literally sit next to you everyday Jungkook." You said obviously.

"And that's not even the point, the point is I know that it was you." You exclaimed. He turned to face you fully. "Okay, so what if it was me? You were fucked up and could barely walk, I couldn't just leave you there." He scoffed. "Hmm, maybe you have a little crush on me huh?" You smirked a bit.

"A crush? Really ____? Crushes are for like- middle school girls and boys, I don't do that shit no more, and no I don't." He said. "Well, I wouldn't be surprised if you do, apparently a lot of boys here want me." You were teasing him a bit, seeing if it did something. "Well, not me." He turned away from you again. "You know, I bet I could make you love me in 4 days." You said in another teasing tone, but you were dead serious.

He looked at you challenged once again. "You have me...what's the catch?" He asked while raising an eyebrow. "There is no catch, it's just exactly what I said." You smiled.

"Do I get something if I fall in love with you or something? Love is for losers." He said. "Uhh, you get an amazing experience with me, and also love is a unique feeling and it isn't for losers, you just think that because you've never experienced it." You exclaimed.

"Okay, fine. 4 days. If you don't do it, i'll tell everyone about your little secret." He whispered the last part in your ear. "Bye, pretty." He said and got up to smoke outside.

What did I just do?

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Day 1

"Jungkook, look- I made lunch for you today." You said cheerfully.

"What the fuck is this supposed to be?" He said staring at it. "It's kimchi fried rice you idiot, try it." You said pushing the food towards him. He got some, cautiously putting it in his mouth.

"So, how is it?" You asked. "Wow...this is...surprisingly good." He said and took more bites. "Yeah, I know." You said flipping your hair behind your shoulder.

"You are a great cook, ____." He said smiling a bit. "Oh- is that a smile I see, Jungkook?" You teased. "No, my teeth hurt, that's it." He said sarcastically. "Whatever." You mumbled.

"Hey, ____? Thank you for the food."

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"How the fuck do you cook this without it burning?" He said frustrated. "Jungkook, calm down, here." You came behind him and guided his hands, teaching him how to cook. "Like this, see? Very gently, and while stiring pour in the sugar, very simple." You said softly, knowing he was actually frustrated.

His breathing was going quicker, and you noticed.

"Okay, thank you." He mumbled. "I'm going to take a smoke, wanna come?" He turned to face you. "Sure, just let me wash my hands." You said while turning the faucet on, he nodded and went outside, a couple minutes later you met him out.

You saw him leaning against the wall, inhaling the smoke while closing his eyes, blowing it out. "You know, I see why every guy wants you." He says while puffing out more smoke. "What do you mean?" You say watching him. "Your just like, girlfriend material, but what do I know about that right? Apparently all i've done is fucked around." He sadly chuckles. "You have done some shitty things, Jungkook- But you can still change." You said softly.

"Yeah, thanks ____." He smiled.

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Day 3

"____." His soft but manly voice reached your eyes, catching your attention. "Hm?" You said still focusing on your homework. "Will you help me with this math? This shit is so stupid." He groaned. "You get mad to easily." You giggled and sat beside him. "So you move this number over the 1, then divide that by the number under it." You explained, but he wasn't listening, what caught his attention was the little details on your face, taking it in, memorizing everything.

"Jungkook? Did you hear me?" You asked snapping your fingers. "Huh? What?" He snapped out of it. "I said what does it equal too." You asked pointing at the paper. "O-oh, uhm- 2" He said still trying to get out of the trance. "That's right, good job Jungkook." You smiled at him again. "Math is very hard for me too bec-" You started talking. "You're beautiful." He cut you off.

"I'm what?" You asked shocked. "I said you're beautiful." He said smiling softly. "O-oh, thank you." You shyly tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "Thank you." He whispered.

"Of course, Jungkook." You whispered back, smiling.

"No hard feelings right?" He asked looking in your eyes.

"No, no hard feelings." You smiled.

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Day 4

"Jungkook, why are you shaking so much?" You put your hand on his to calm him down. "I've just never actually been on a real date before, like a real one." He said kind of embarrassed. You giggled quietly, thinking it was cute.

"What's so funny?" He furrowed his brows. "Nothing, nothing, it's just kind of cute." You bit your bottom lip to contain your smile. He rolled his eyes, looking away, trying not to show he was smiling.

"Come on, let's go." He grabbed your hand and led you to the picnic blanket, some other couples were there but it only felt like you and Jungkook.

"Jungkook, did you do this all yourself?" You asked while looking around, seeing the food and candles. He nodded smiling. "How romantic." You teased.

You both were eating, sharing stories, talking about each other, he smoked a bit and you looked up at the stars, until he turned his attention to you, and layed on his back, right next to you.

"It's beautiful, isn't it? So many stars, so many specks in the sky, it's a beautiful galaxy we live in." You whispered. "Yeah...it is beautiful." He whispered looking up at the sky, until he looked at you, and you looked at him.

"I think...I think you won your part of the bet." He said looking in your eyes. "I think im in love with you, you are an amazing, beautiful person, there's no wonder why every guy wants you, I did want you, I wanted you so bad." He said "I want to be there no matter that happens, no matter what comes our way, as long as it's with you, you feel like my home, my life, my heart." He was serious, oh my- "Jungkook..." You said smiling, turning on your side to put your hand on his cheek.

"I love you too, silly. I was getting worried I wasn't doing enough to make you love me." You said laughing. "____, will you be my girl?" He asked holding your face. "Yes, I will Jungkook." You said, face flushed.

••••••••••••••••• "Well, thank you for the date." You whispered, body close to his. He didn't say anything, just looking at your face. "Please let me kiss you." He whispered. You nodded, automatically saying yes. He put both hands on your waist, and leaned in, with your hands around his neck.

Your lips met his, they were so soft, so pink, so kissable. The kiss got more intense when he tilted his head to the side to get better access.

He pulled out, being short of breath. "Do you maybe want to come in?" You asked him softly. "I thought you would never ask." He came in for another kiss, pushing you inside your apartment and slamming the door with his foot.

He kissed you all the way to your room, sitting on your bed and pulling you on his lap. Makeout still happening, tongues touching, spit connecting your lips. "I love your lips, I could kiss them all day." He groaned out.

You smiled and pulled his shirt over his head, touching his abs while kissing him. He slid your shirt off too, seeing your pink lacy bra. "You are so beautiful." He whispered and stared at your body. "Will you let me eat you out, lick your pussy so that you come all over my face and tongue?" He asked while slapping your ass.

"Fuck, yes, yes Jungkook." You said while sliding off your pants and panties. He slowly leaned forward, his hair tickling between your thighs, he gave your clit a gentle kiss, and give it kitten licks, he slowly dragged his tongue up and down your slit, progressively going faster. He closed his eyes as he got comfortable between your legs.

"Mhmm, yes Kookie..." You moaned out. "Kookie? Thats new." He smiled sexily. "Shut up and get back to work." You groaned, and he slapped your pussy, once, twice, thrice. "I'm the boss here, not you." He said growling. "Spread those pretty legs so I can finish eating your pretty cunt."

You listened, and moaned when he ate you out roughly, until you came all over his face and mouth.

"That was perfect." You smiled up at him. "Yeah? Will you let me fuck your tight cunt now?" He said licking his lips. "Yes, Kookie, please." You said gripping the sheets. "Fuck, face on pillow and on your knees. Now." He demanded once again.

You listened immediately, your cunt dripping, waiting for him to fill you up. He spread your ass so he can get a better look at you. "Such a pretty, pretty baby." He muttered. "I'm gonna slide in now, okay baby?" He asked, holding his cock, sliding the tip up and down your cunt, waiting for your response.

You nodded and gripped the sheets when he slid in, you both moaned loud, overwhelmed by the feeling. "Mmm, feels so good." He groaned. He moved his hips back and fourth, ripples on your ass every time his hips made contact with it, balls hitting your cunt.

"J-Jungkook-" You moaned. "I know, I know baby." He said growling out. He slapped your ass again "Such a beautiful girl, my pretty girl likes this huh?" He asked and gave you another slap. "Yes Jungkook, I love it so much!" Your voice muffled by the pillow.

"You close baby, I need to come soon." He said and started thrusting harder. "I-I need to come now-" You moaned out "Hold on baby, hold on." He said grabbing your hips harder, "Come on baby, throw it back on me, FUCK." He growled. Your legs shook as your orgasm him, you lost your vision and your body went numb to pleasure, you forgot who you were.

Jungkook looked so erotic when he came, his back arched, his head thrown back, jaw slacked and eyes closed with furrowed eyebrows, he moaned loudly when he came inside you.

He gently pulled out, breathing heavily, damp hair stuck to his forehead. "I really meant it when I said I love you, you are my whole world now, I won't let anything happen to you." He said still out of breath. You nodded, unable to speak but still smiled, seaking comfort by snuggling on his chest, under the light duvet.

"No hard feelings?" He still managed to ask

"No Jungkook, no hard feelings." You whispered, closing your eyes, drifting off in a wonderful dream, called him.

#jungkook smut #bts #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jeon jungkook smut #bts smut #jungkook ff #jungkook oneshot #boyfriend jungkook #romance #bts romance #bad boy jungkook

[final-girl96]

STOLEN HEARTS CHAPTER NINETEEN

Warning: Contains Smut

After the concert was over and he did his encore Eddie told the guys he was going to pass up on going out to the club tonight in favor of spending time with me. Jay, my bodyguard who has been with me since I was a kid because my dad always wanted someone with me when we lived in California, escorted us out to the car that was waiting outside the venue where the concert was. It was no surprise that there were other bodyguards outside trying to keep the fans, who had gathered outside the doors to see Eddie, at bay.

Lights from camera's were flashing as paparazzi snapped their pictures. Eddie signed a few autographs and then we got in the car and headed to the hotel. As soon as we were in the car and pulled away from the screams of fans of flashing lights of the paparazzi, Eddie was on me, his lips attaching to my neck, hand sliding up under my skirt. "Spread your legs for me, sweetheart."

I spread my legs open, and he slipped his hand between them, pushing my panties to the side. His fingers, rough with callus' from playing guitar, spread my lips apart and found my clit. He attached his lips to mine swallowing the moan that bubbled up my throat, his fingers working slowly and lazy circles on my clit a few times before he pulled away.

The venue wasn't far from the hotel where we were staying, so the drive wasn't too long. The door was opened from the outside and Eddie stepped out, reaching his hand inside and helping me out. More flashes of lights and screams of fans as always. They always knew where to find the boys, especially Eddie. Again he quickly signed a few autographs as we pushed passed and into the lobby of the hotel. He pulled me to the elevators with Jay close behind us.

Once we were safely inside our room and the door was shut and locked, Eddie's hand came down on my ass. I yelped when his hand came down on my ass, leaving a stinging sensation behind. "You're going to fucking listen and listen good. Im going to fuck you and you are going to take everything I give you. Now come here," he whispered into my ear. He walked over to the bed and sat down. I walked over and stood up between his legs.

"Take your clothes off and lay over my lap, ass up." I sucked in a breath, pulled my bottom lip in between my teeth and began to slowly take my clothes off for him then laid over his legs with my ass in the air. Eddie smoothed his hand over the curve of my ass, squeezing each cheek before landing a slap on my right ass cheek.

I jolted forward a little and a small moan escaped my lips. Never would I have thought that I would enjoy being spanked, but when Eddie does it, I become a complete mess, willing to do whatever he asks me to and be his good girl. He smoothed his hand over where he just slapped my ass and then slapped the other side and smoothing his hand over that spot too.

"You like that don't you, baby. I bet you're fucking soaked," he said, digging his finger between my legs. I moaned and tried pushing back onto his fingers. He quickly removed his hand and slapped my ass again. "Only good girls get rewarded. You haven't been a good girl yet," he said. He gave my ass a few more slaps before telling me to get on my knees. I did as I was told and got off his lap and onto my knees.

"Take my boots off for me," he said. I quickly untied his boots, slipped them off, and set them aside, making sure to take his socks off too. He stood up and looked down at me. "Undo my belt and take my cock out." I licked my lips and slid my hands up his thighs to the buckle of his belt. I couldn't undo it fast enough, my hand trembled with want. I was so wet I could feel how soaked I was getting. I undo his belt and the button and zipper of his jeans, pushing them down far enough that I could take his cock out.

He was already hard, that wasn't a surprise. Eddie was always hard when it came to me. He gripped himself, giving his cock a few strokes. "open up nice and wide for me," he demanded. I opened my mouth nice and wide as I was told. His left hand gripped his hard cock while his right hand went to my hair. He shoved himself inside my mouth, pushing all the way until he hit the back of my throat. My eyes water slightly as I gagged. "Mmm. That's it, take all of me, baby."

He thrust his hips forward and fucked my mouth. I looked up at him through my lashes. His eyes were closed, head thrown back, lips parted. He was absolutely breathtaking from this angle. He was breathtaking all the time no matter what angle. I flattened my tongue on the underside of his cock as he shoved himself down my throat. He fucked my mouth until he stilled and spilled his hot, salty release down my throat.

His hand came to cup my jaw, "Swallow like a good little slut," he said. I swallowed his release and he pulled me to my feet, turned me towards the bed and pushed me onto my back. "Such a good girl for me. That gets you a reward." Eddie dropped to his knees, grabbed my ankles and pulled me to the edge of the bed making me squeal in excitement. His soft lips trailed kisses up the insides of my thighs until he reached my wet pussy. He spread me open with his fingers, rubbing against my clit. Eddie wasn't just good with his fingers…his tongue could do things that had me seeing an explosion of colors.

"Are you going to be a good girl for me?" He asked. He dipped the tip of a finger inside of me before running it up to my clit, rubbing circles. "Yes. Please, Eddie, I need you," I moaned. He smiled and got closer. I threw my head back when his tongue made contact with my wet, hot flesh. His lips wrapped around my clit and he sucked it into his mouth. His tongue flicked over the bundle of nerves, and he pushed two of his fingers inside of me pumping and curling them. "Eddie!" I moaned. My fingers thread themselves through his curly hair, pulling him closer to me.

I could feel the coil inside of my lower abdomen start to tighten. "Fuck, I'm going to cum," I moan. He pushed his fingers in and out of me hitting that special place inside of me that had my walls tightening around his fingers as he continued sucking and flicking his tongue over my clit. His fingers curled inside of me, hitting the perfect spot over and over and over. Just as I was about to come he pulled away. "No! Why? Eddie, please!" He got up off the floor and crawled over me, helping me scoot further up onto the bed.

"I want you to come on my cock as I fill you full of me. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?" He asked, dipping his head and kissing me. I nodded, pulling him closer and lifting my hips up off the bed. I was desperate for him to be inside of me. Eddie is the only man that has ever been inside of me and I know that if something were to ever happen between us, that no other man would ever be able to satisfy me like he does.

He gripped his cock and rubbed the tip between my slit, coating himself with my aerosol. When he brushed against my clit I whined from the sensitivity I was feeling. I needed him so fucking bad. "Please, Eddie, fuck me. I need you inside of me." He groaned at my words and lined himself up. The feeling of him stretching me; the burning pain mixed with pleasure of how big and thick he was was like a drug. I needed more. I always needed more.

He didn't waste any time pulling out and pushing himself back inside of me deeper and deeper until he was fully inside of me. My nails dug into the skin on his back, my legs wrapped themselves around his waist, feet dug into his ass to push him further. His pace started out slow. "You're always so tight and perfect for me, baby." He picked up the pace, grabbing my right leg and placing it over his shoulder, pushing him even deeper, if that was possible. He was hitting that same spot over and over.

My walls tightened around him as I came around his cock, but that didn't stop him. He kept going, fucking me harder and faster. The headboard on the bed hit the wall in rhythm with him. Loud moans and grunts filled the room, our skin was coated in sweat, and the room smelled of sex. "FUCK!" Eddie roared as he spilled himself inside of me at the same time I came undone again, soaking the sheets, myself, and Eddie from how hard I squirted.

Eddie stayed still inside of me, not moving a muscle until we both calmed down and he started to soften inside of me. He gently put my leg down and pulled out of me, and then he crawled off the bed. "I'm going to go run a bath, then I'll be back to carry you in." He leaned down and kissed me before disappearing into the bathroom. As he said, I heard the water being turned on and started to fill the bathtub before he reappeared and carried me into the bathroom.

#eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie #eddie muson x reader #eddie munson x reader #rockstar au #rockstar!eddie munson #rockstar #eddie munson rockstar au #stranger things #stranger things eddie munson #stranger things netflix #stranger things x reader #stranger things rockstar au #eddie rockstar au #eddie munson x reader rockstar au #rockstar eddie x reader #rockstar eddie munson #joesph quinn #joe quinn

[worstloki]

How do you always come up with funny things to say? Very big brain of you. The airport security thing really got me

i was being completely serious. he's covered in metal and that's how they make you stand when doing body checks.

#look if thor 1 ceremonial armour loki was going through an airport scanner #im just saying he's first off definitely be stopped as part of the 'random' checking process (it's not because he's jotun or anything okay) #and then he's have to remove the armour because the scanner thing means no metal #so he's going to wind up holding off the line by so much bc he's got to remove his literal shirt plate #and then im betting his boots have buckles #lets not bring in knives and suppose they can be pocket-dimension-ed away #still leaves sleeves! #and the thigh-design thing looks metal to me too in thor 1 tbh #so he's going to have to strip literal armour down to just the cloth #bet the cape has to go bc metal clasps #im sorry but loki is not getting past airport security in under 20 minutes #and that's without including any talking back #the Loki show

[utterlyhopeful-fics]

Desire

A/N: SMUT ON THE BRAIN, I REPEAT SMUT ON THE BRAIN. 

Angel Reyes x Reader

MASTERLIST

Word Count: 1705k

Language: Smut, mention of blow-job, language, SMUT

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Y/N leaned dangerously lower finding herself eye level with none other than Angel and the guys. She smirked; “You have five minutes to meet me in the storage closet Angel Reyes or I’m starting without you.” Y/N whispered licking the shell of his ear seductively. “And I don’t like waiting…” 

Her converse shoes squeaked ever so slightly against the wood floors beneath them as he ogled her ass swaying farther from his reach. Her form fitting shirt was leaving little to his active imagination. Her denim cutoffs taunted him with the simple sway of her luscious hips. She was a fucking deity and Y/N knew he was eating out of the palm of her enticing hand.

Under his breath, Angel finally exhaled the compressed air lodged in his chest; “Fuck.” Popping the ‘k’ overtly. It wasn’t until Coco coughed attempting to clear away any residual sexual tension that Angel peeled his stare from Y/N looking around the table innocently.

“Yo, I say this with mad love but if you don’t leave this table to fuck her, I will homie.” Gilly and Riz laughed wholeheartedly alongside Coco. The fire in Angel’s orbs blared to life, anger gripping ahold of him. His fist clenched ripping one of his cards clean down the middle trying to refocus his pent-up frustration.

“I’d watch that mouth of yours, man. Anyone who dares to touch Y/N nonetheless solicit my girl will definitely be meeting me in the fucking ring. Got it, hermano?”

Coco cheeks blushingly glowed chuckling at his best friend. They were in the middle of a poker game and Y/N knew to not bother him during these times. But, looks like Y/N didn’t want to play fair tonight and he’d have to remind of the rules. Angel licked his wet lips as saliva pooled within him.  

“I only do it because you’re so easy to get a reaction out of…probably why Y/N loves seeing that pissed look on your face. Bitch knows how to play the damn game; I’ll give her that.”

He threw his cards down to the table signaling his defeat; “Boys, I gotta girl that needs tendin to. Don’t come searching for us.” Angel raised his left eyebrow wiggling it to the best of his ability. His boots scuttled as the chair legs screeched backwards. Angel leisurely rose from his seat chugging the rest of his whiskey. The liquor was bitter, malty, and burned in all the right places. With his nerves afire and his belly ablaze, Angel sought out the one thing that could calm and simultaneously bait him.

The rumblings of his brothers didn’t jog past him as he walked towards the empty storage room. The soft voice of Gilly made its way to him; “Fucking Reyes and Y/N. How the hell did he score her again?” Coco chimed in; “Cabrón con suerte.”

Ez watched from the bar top inspecting his brother’s hungry glare scouring the room for Y/N. To say he was jealous wouldn’t be his choice of words but there was something about his best friend and brother boning that provided a weird energy of comfort.  

“Avert your gaze, Prospect. That’s an order.” Angel raised his hand saluting him breaking into a fit of laughter. Ez merely nodded focusing his attention back to demeaning cleaning chores and collecting miscellaneous bottles. The older Reyes walked through the door in search of the hidden room approaching on his left. He so enjoyed these games especially when it included Y/N.

“Oh sweetheart, where ya hiding? Papi is getting impatient.” His questioning tone vibrated off the bare walls as Angel observed the nooks and crannies surrounding him.

“Querida, you’re being a damn tease…”

Out of the blue, Angel heard the teasing tone of his girlfriend; “Marco….”

“So, you want to play games, Y/N? Bring it on darling. Polo.”

His ears perked up as his arm hairs stood straight looking for identifiable clues. Angel whipped around hearing a broom clash against the cold concrete. Y/N shuffled covering her mouth in hopes of keeping her laughs muffled. Her heart was practically beating outside of her rib cage as his signature cologne invaded her nostrils. Ever so quietly, Angel instinctively sauntered obscenely silent towards a corner of the abandoned room.

Angel was swift on his feet jumping around the corner scaring the living shit out of Y/N; “Gotcha!”

Y/N jumped as Angel watched her eyes bulge in momentary fear; “Shit, Angel! Well, looks like you found me. Now time to claim your prize?”

“Don’t have to tell me twice, baby.” Angel’s grip on her smooth hips tightened gluing her between the wall and his frame. Y/N huffed pressing her breasts firmly against him in retaliation.

“Well now that I’ve got you exactly where I want you…what are you gonna do with me?” Angel nipped at her exposed cleavage moaning loudly.

“Jesus Angel. You’re driving me crazy.” With little vigor, Y/N’s hands shoved him giving her a sliver of distance. Grabbing by the collar of his pristine shirt, she pressed him into her former place. Immediately, Y/N reached for the bulky belt buckle currently blockading her path, pulling hard admiring it slipped through the loops. She kept one hand securely on his chest as the other dropped the offensive item to the ground.

“You’ve been very naughty Angel. I’m here to deliver your penance.” Her flirtatious manner was beginning to get the best of her, her patience was truly being tested. She sunk down to her knees staring up at his bashful brown eyes and quivering Adam’s apple. Contemplating every sinful thought riddling his thoughts Angel tried to find the words garbled in his throat. 

Her hands moved faster than his brain undoing the button of his jeans before Angel was graced with the delicious sound of a zipper lowering. A minor tug of his pants revealed his striped boxers as Y/N slipped beneath the pesky layer. Her doe eyes gawked towards him in a demanding yet submissive approach.

“Looks like you’re in for a treat, Reyes…Of course if you’re not interested, I bet I could find---”

“No more fucking around baby.” Y/N bobbed in innocent agreement; “As you wish.”

She enveloped his hard cock stroking him the entire length, squeezing just enough at the tip as a groan slipped from him. “I can’t wait to taste you. I’ve missed you.”

Y/N continued her perfected movements fondling his dick faster causing his breath to hitch.

“Damnit, baby! What’re you doin—?”

Before he could finish his sentence, Angel was engulfed in her heat, the warmth of her flawless mouth. Y/N sucked harder compelling Angel’s head knocking the white wall holding him.

“You are too good at that. Too fucking good.”

Drool oozed from the corner of her salacious mouth as Y/N hummed forcing the vibrations to take Angel to the next level of pleasure. She sucked him off like her life depended on it. He was a half second away from losing it when she deep throated him to her limit. The suction noise was enough to turn him on enormously, but watching his girl go full force was about to make him lose his load. Pre-cum leaked down her chin before Y/N made quick work of licking it away, tidying up her mess.

She proceeded to remove herself, popping her lips loudly in effect; “Mm hmm, two minutes and you’re a goner.”

Angel was stunned into submission at the attractive girl on her knees and it turned him on to no surmountable end. He guided her back to where he craved her most cleverly placing his hand on the back of her head. He hated controlling her mannerisms but strictly stayed in place for future guidance. Angel added the smallest of pressure as more of his length guided down her throat. So warm and welcoming, Angel had to think of literally anything else to stop himself from cumming. The lustful look, her hands locked behind his buttocks, it was all too much for a simple Mayan to take in.

“Ahh, ahh shit. If you get doin that, I’m gonna explode.”

So, Y/N kicked into overdrive taking him as deep as her body would allow. She loved watching his eyes roll into the back of his head and the part of his lips waiting to cry out. So close, Y/N knew he was teetering on the edge of a mind-blowing orgasm so she initiated into full force.

The squelching noises coming from Y/N sent Angel overboard. Y/N sloppily slurped vying with every energetic thrust. The ache within him involuntarily released driving Angel to cum ferociously into Y/N’s sweet, hot mouth. Ribbons of cum filtrated the back of her throat welcomingly.

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck’ was the only explicit word in Angel’s mind as lustful chaos stormed throughout his body. Hot cum simmered down her throat as she so freely swallowed every gulp with dignified pleasure. She moaned around his length allowing his orgasm to linger. Angel lovingly held her in place as she sucked every last drop from the tip of his cock.

“God damn. God damn woman.”

Y/N’s fingers edged along the corners making sure to clean up any remnants remaining surveying Angel candidly. Y/N removed herself from the floor tucking him gently back into the folds of his boxers as his body turned to gelatin.

“You taste sweet. A hint of strawberry and pineapple?” Her devious tone enticed him wanting to bend her over and make her scream. But they’d been preoccupied for longer than anticipated. Angel knew he couldn’t fuck her quite yet but the night was young and the devilish grin on Y/N’s face told him he was in for a night of fucking and love making.

“Babe, that was fucking mind-blowing.” Angel cupped her cheeks kissing her excitedly. His cock twitched wishing to be buried inside Y/N but he knew better.

“Damnit, one hour and we’re out of here. Got it?”

“You don’t have to tell me twice, Reyes. I’m in dire need of an orgasm or two especially with my sexy as fuck Mayan to ride reverse cowgirl.”

“You have to idea what you’re askin for….”

Winking in Angel’s direction, Y/N knew precisely what she desired; “One hour or I’m starting without you.”

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Second chapter up now on AO3, or read on below!

“Pizza delivery for one Kagome Higurashi!” The bright grin on the wolf demon’s face immediately fell when he saw who opened the door. “Oh, it’s you mutt. Ain’t you got a home of your own to go to? Or is the salary Myouga the flea’s paying you so miniscule that you’ve been reduced to couch surfing?” He chuckled at his own joke. Inuyasha did not join in.

“Hand over the pizza and fuck off”, he said pleasantly, holding out one clawed hand expectantly.

“I didn’t see your name on the delivery order”, said Kouga, making a show of checking the receipt then trying to peer into the apartment behind Inuyasha’s broad shoulders. “Nope, no mention of a mutt named Inuyasha. Only Kagome. For all I know, you’re a freeloader trying to steal Kagome’s hard earned dinner.”

“Yeah, she’s eatin’ three pizzas and a serve of garlic knots all by herself. Even though she’s the size of a wet kitten. Hand it over wolf.”

The stalemate continued, Inuyasha continuing to block Kouga’s view, and Kouga refusing to hand over the pizzas. Finally Inuyasha rolled his eyes and hollered for Kagome, who appeared in a pair of soft blue flannelette pyjamas and fluffy slippers, drying her damp hair with a towel.

“Oh wow Kouga, that was really fast! I didn’t expect you to deliver it in person!” she said, her blue eyes lighting up at the stack of cardboard pizza boxes he was carrying.

“You’re my favourite customer Kagome – I’m always going to deliver your pizza in person.” Kagome laughed a little uncomfortably.

“Aw, that’s sweet. Um, let me just get my wallet so I can give you a tip.”

“I’ll give him a tip”, Inuyasha grumbled, stepping aside so Kagome could pay Kouga. “You should wash behind your ears more often wolf, you stink.”

“Inuyasha!”

Kagome’s elbow caught him in the ribs, making him grunt. She pulled out a crisp ten dollar note to pass to Kouga and squeaked in surprise when his much larger hand wrapped around hers.

“Forget the tip. I’m finishing up work in an hour or so. How about I come back and take you out for a drink?”

Kagome smiled kindly at him, valiantly trying to tug her hand free, and failing dismally.

“Ah, um, Kouga, that’s very kind and thanks for the offer, but as you can see” she said, glancing down at her pyjamas and slippers, “I’m not going anywhere else tonight. I know it’s Friday, but it’s been a tough week at work. All I want to do is sit on the sofa, eat my pizza and just relax.”

“So, tomorrow then?” Kagome’s smile slipped a little, and she did her best to ignore the rumbling growl beginning from her inuhanyou friend looming protectively behind her.

“Um, I have plans. For the entire weekend”, she added quickly when it looked like Kouga was going to inquire about Sunday. Kouga sighed in obvious disappointment and then placed a lingering kiss on Kagome’s knuckles, before taking the money out of her hand and handing over the pizzas.

“Another time then mon chéri. Enjoy your meal!” Inuyasha slammed the door on him.

“What did I say to you about encouraging him?!” grumbled Inuyasha, taking the pizzas out of her hands and carrying them over to the coffee table. He dropped himself onto the sofa and flipped back the lid of the first one, making a disgusted face. “Yuck. Mushrooms. This one’s yours.”

“It wouldn’t kill you to eat a vegetable occasionally you know”, said Kagome, sitting down next to him, continuing to dry her hair. “And in what way was I encouraging Kouga? I told him no. I tell him no every time he asks.”

“That was a no?” he snorted. “You called him sweet and batted your eyelashes at ‘im. He’s gonna take that as a yes.” He flipped open another pizza box and breathed in the fragrant smell of pepperoni and cheese. “Kouga’s a wolf youkai Kagome. You need to be firm with him, or he’s gonna walk all over you. Say somethin’ more like ‘stop asking me out, because I wouldn’t date you if you were the last demon on Earth’. That should do for starters. And if that doesn’t work, lemme punch him a coupla times. Or at least start orderin’ pizza from somewhere else.”

“But that’s so mean!” said Kagome in an aghast voice. “Kouga is actually a nice guy! When I first moved in here, he told me where all the good coffee places were. Besides, his pizza shop is in the bottom of the building, I’m not going to order from anywhere else!” She hung her towel over the back of the sofa, now her hair was as dry as it was going to get. “He means well, he just comes on a little strong sometimes. And I’m not going to let you punch anyone!” Inuyasha rolled his eyes.

“Whoops Kittycat, your small town roots are showin’ again.”

“Hey! I don’t want to hurt his feelings, and that’s because I’m a nice person, not because of where I grew up!” she said, punching him as hard as she could on his bicep. Inuyasha barely moved, but looked at her pointedly.

“Nice, huh?” She crossed her arms and huffed at him and he sniggered. “What’s the current population of Wrightwood Kagome? I bet it ain’t even 5000, am I right?” He grinned at her when she rolled her eyes. “That’s what I thought.”

“I did live in San Diego for six months before I moved here”, she pointed out primly, reaching for a garlic knot. Inuyasha snorted, then folded his slice of pepperoni pizza in half and took a huge bite.

“Ah, that hits the spot”, he said indistinctly around his mouthful. “He may be a stinky wolf bastard, but he knows how to make a good pizza.” He wound a piece of stretched out mozzarella around his finger and slurped it into his mouth.

“Charming.”

“Hey, I’m all charm.” Kagome rolled her eyes, reaching for her own slice, then let her hand drop with a sigh.

Inuyasha glanced up, trying to read her scent. She was a lot calmer now, after her shower. A good thing too. For some reason, Kagome feeling upset made him twitchy, like he needed to do something to fix whatever had caused it. He supposed it was her size and personality. She was so little and so nice – it was no wonder he felt protective of her.

The four of them had settled into a regular routine in the three months she’d been living with Sango. Beer and chili dogs on Friday nights. Occasional trivia nights, with a stroll to the best pretzel cart in Queens on the way home. Regular card games at Miroku’s. She’d fit into their little friendship group like she’d always been there. And with Sango and Miroku’s current ‘friends with benefits’ arrangement, he and Kagome were left to hang out together more often than not, which was fine by him. At least he wasn’t playing third wheel anymore.

She was cute and funny, easy on the eye. Kind, with an infectious smile and bright blue eyes. But surprisingly, also kinda sarcastic, which made him laugh. And she’d stood up for him when someone had said something with a racist undertone while they were out at the pub. He’d grown a thick skin over the years, and was so used to tuning it out, he’d hardly even noticed it. But Kagome had, and she was a sight to behold. A tiny spitting ball of fury. He’d had to carry her bodily out of the bar, needing to remove her from the situation before her comments started an all out brawl.

“Inuyasha? Um, thanks again for walking home with me tonight”, she said softly. “You really didn’t have to.”

“Sure I did”, he answered, bumping against her shoulder. “If some creepy bastard’s following you, calling me is the first thing you should do.”

“So I should always call you? Not Miroku?” she teased.

“What’s he gonna do? Put the moves on them by flooring them with his boyish charm? Flirt them into submission?”. Kagome giggled, then sighed.

“I don’t know that he was following me, really. But he kept up with me, even when I walked faster, and I just got that feeling, y’know? That something bad was going to happen.”

Inuyasha nodded. Her voice on the other end of the phone as he’d answered had been a dead give away.

He hadn’t been expecting to hear from her tonight  – Sango was visiting her brother and was away for the weekend, and Kagome had been working late nights all week, so she’d texted him and Miroku and cancelled their usual Friday night drinks. Miroku had opted out also, and he’d been sitting on his sofa with a beer, watching Netflix, and scrolling through his Facebook feed, phone in his hand. And then she’d called.

 “Hey Inuyasha?” There was an edge to her voice he didn’t like. She sounded panicked.

 “Kagome? What’s up?”

 She was panting a little now, and he could hear her hurried footsteps on the pavement, and the jingling of keys, which meant she was probably carrying them in her hand. Kagome never did that, because she had them on a long lanyard secured to the buckle on her bag strap so she could always find them easily. He knew from Sango that was something girls were taught to do if they were feeling threatened.

 “Sorry, I’m going to be a little late!” He sat up straight on the sofa, ears alert as he looked around for his wallet and keys, then shoved them in his pockets. Something was definitely up.

 “Is everything okay? You said you were goin’ straight home tonight after work.”

 “Yeah, I got held up at the office, and then missed my train. But I’m almost at Veteran’s Park, the one near Jackson Mill Road, so I should be there pretty soon.”

 “Kagome… is someone followin’ you?”

 “Uh huh!” He could tell she was aiming for a bright happy tone, but was failing miserably. Shit. The thought of anyone mugging her or worse made his gut twist.

 “Keep talkin’ to me”, he said firmly, shrugging on his jacket and shoving his feet into his work boots. “I’ll be right there. Keep walkin’ and stay under the streetlights okay? Try and move towards people if you can. I’ll find you.”

 “Sure thing! I’m really looking forward to seeing you!”

 “I’m headin’ out the door, I should be there five minutes, tops.”

 He’d sprinted, keeping his mobile on speaker so he could hear her talking aimlessly about random stuff, the tone of her voice getting more and more nervous. He caused a few angry yells as he dashed past people, but he didn’t care. Kagome was his friend, and she needed him. He slowed his pace to a slow jog as he rounded the corner to the park, easily locating her by scent. She was terrified. He’d walked straight up to her and embraced her in a tight hug. He could hear her heart hammering in her chest, her hands shaking as she wrapped them around his waist.

 “Inuyasha…”

 Inuyasha could smell the bastard, loitering in the background, the stink of the other man’s lust making him want to hurl. He glared in the direction the scent was coming from, pushing back a snarl. He could go after him, confront him, but he didn’t want to scare Kagome any more than she already was, so he put his arm around her shoulders, leading her away. But he knew that guy's scent now. And if they should happen to cross paths again, it wouldn’t be his fault if the fucker tripped and fell directly into his fist.

 “Nice to see you Kittycat. Thanks for callin’ me to tell me you were going to be late. I appreciate it.”

 She’d pressed herself into his side, still shaking, and he’d done everything he could to soothe her during the ten minute walk back to her apartment. Making jokes, asking about her work, inviting himself to dinner, because he could tell she was still feeling nervous. He was so glad that she’d called him, and more than a little flattered.

“I’ll always come when you call. What are friends for right? Besides, you bought me pizza. That’s more than enough payment for jogging a coupla blocks and walking back to your place.”

“You probably think I’m ridiculous”, she sighed. “He probably wasn’t following me at all. I think it’s just because it was so much later than I usually walk back from the station, and it’s the first night I’ve been here alone, with Sango visiting her family.”

Inuyasha thought for a moment about confirming her suspicion that she was being followed. But he didn’t want to frighten her even more. Part of Kagome’s charm was her openness, her excitement about finally living her dream here in NYC. He didn’t want to spoil that for her. But unfortunately, part of living in a city was learning to move about it safely, and being more aware of your surroundings. Because there were always random assholes who wanted to take what you had. He could help her with that.

“If you’re ever late again like that, call me. I’ll be happy to walk with you from the station, even if I’m workin’. Myouga wouldn’t care if I had to leave the shop for a while to walk with you – he thinks the sun shines out of your cute little ass. And ya know, if you’re still feeling worried, I can sleep here on the couch.”

“Inuyasha, I can’t ask you to do that!” Kagome said, glancing down at his long legs and then the length of the sofa, one Sango had purchased from Ikea. “You’re way too tall, your back would be wrecked by morning. I will be fine, I promise!”

He studied her closely. Her words said she was fine, but her scent, and her expression, said she wanted him to stay. He could do that for her. It wasn’t like he had any other plans on a Friday night. Besides, if he left now, he’d just be worried about her, wondering if she was sleeping or not.

He made a show of stretching himself out, twisting around to throw his legs up on the sofa and crossing his ankles in her lap, then reached for another piece of pizza.

“Ooh, yeah, this sofa is pretty comfy. I don’t think I could be bothered to go home now. Besides, you can make me breakfast. I happen to know you’ve got bacon in the freezer.”

Kagome sighed. “You’re still eating dinner and you’re already thinking about breakfast?”

“Bacon is a serious business Kagome.”

Kagome leaned forward over his legs to grab herself a slice of pizza, which flopped downwards, losing a good portion of the topping as it slid off onto the cardboard box below it. He laughed at the pout on her face.

“Okay, you should know this if you’re gonna be a full time resident of NYC. You gotta fold your pizza. Like this, see?” he said, reaching for another slice for himself and folding it in half lengthwise. He took a big bite. “You get twice as much in a mouthful, and the topping don’t slide off.”

“You should open your mouth a little more when you chew dog boy, I didn’t get to see everything in there that time.”

“You think you’re funny don’tcha?” he smiled. The nervousness in her had settled, and she was back to her normal self. Everything was okay now.

“Yeah, I do actually.” She patted him on his ankle absentmindedly as she reached for another garlic knot. “You’re a good friend Inu.”

“Right back atcha, Kittycat.”

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March Ado About Nothing

Series Summary - A series of one-shots and  drabbles written based off of prompts posted in the TSS Fanworks Collective server. The goal is to take traditional whump prompts and fill them in the least-angsty way possible every day through March.

A note that though some of these fills are written bait and switch style (written in a way you think is going in one direction but reveals it to be the opposite towards the end) they are all written in a fluffy or silly style with very little, if any at all, actual angst.

Day 2: Stuff Your Secrets

Summary: Stuffed animals are good and normal to have no matter what age you are- except for Remus. Logan quickly fixes that line of thinking.

Prompts: "Please, no more!, Extreme Weather, *Dirty Secret*      

Ships: platonic intrulogical (Logan & Remus)

Warnings: mild angst, guilt for having stuffed animals. Let me know if there are!

General taglist (ask to be added or removed): @/janus-is-an-adorable-snek-boi  @/im-an-anxious-wreck  (in an effort to not flood your inboxes I’m only tagging in the first part ^-^)

WC: 1235

Stuffed animals, with all their innocence and connection to childlike wonder and imagination, weren’t usually something that was defined as a dirty secret someone would desperately try to hide away at all costs. Having stuffed animals was normal and useful to mental health: they were soft and plushy and you could cuddle them for comfort, they were amazing to grip onto when one was sick or in pain and, if you didn’t want to feel odd talking to yourself to work out one idea or other, you could always prop them up as a makeshift audience to listen to you infodump for hours and they would never get annoyed!

So no, stuffed animals themselves weren’t the problem, nor was having them as a fully grown and “mature” adult. The problem came because the owner was Remus, and Remus had come to learn that if he had something it was automatically thought to be something gross or dangerous or disturbing- especially if that’s not what it looked lille from the outside. He was the one that would play stupid pranks of showing someone something rather cute but have it open its mouth to reveal several jaws and a tentacle, or give someone a teddy bear the melted into foul smelling ooze when they held it. Do this enough times and be repressed for a decade or two to boot and you have a reputation that- while fair in its own right if he really thought about it- make having things that were actually innocent in nature a bit problematic if he didn’t want to be scrutinized within an inch of his life.

And so, his dirty secret remained hidden even from Janus, who Remus knew would never make fun of him or judge him for something so trivial but years of hiding made him skittish anyway. The irony of intrusive thoughts hiding something definitely wasn’t lost on him but he only shook the thought away as he continued shoving his well worn friends into a drawer in the closet while shooting a look at the clock. Logan would be coming in any minute now to help him organize a few of his projects that still needed fine tuning if he was going to show his brother any time soon; even though their relationship was still a little rocky...especially after knocking him out for an entire episode and some hateful words were said by the lighter side, they had both scraped up enough indignant reluctance to apologize and begin working together- however tentatively- on a couple different things to test the waters. And Remus wasn’t worried about it all! A second opinion from someone as observant and down to earth as Logan was never hurt was all.

He had just finished shoving everything closed and willing the closet to stay shut when there was a knock at the door. Grinning wide he sank in directly behind the logical side and opened the door from behind, making the other stiffen and then roll his eyes at Remus before walking into the room, immediately going for the desk and paying no attention to the slightly disappointed pout Remus was sporting over not getting a bigger reaction. He knew Logan was just as dramatic as any other side, he just had to find a sweet spot- maybe he’d steal his jam at some point. Appearing on top of the desk he gestured to a few notebooks strewn around.

“It’s a lot so buckle in! I haven’t had an outlet for my ideas in years!”

Logan peered at him from over his glasses. “So long as nothing is explicitly pornographic or sadistic in nature I’m willing to bet most of these will be harmless enough to include somewhere in future projects.” Screwing his mouth to the side Remus simply bounced in place, never having been able to sit still for very long especially when things were quiet. Thankfully Logan didn’t seem to mind, simply skimming through various sketchbooks and notebooks and placing flashcards to mark certain spots for whatever it was he was looking for. He jolted in surprise as something cold and gooey was pressed into his hands, looking up as Logan took his hand away and resumed his task.

“To fidget with if you like, I know sitting quietly can’t be easy but I appreciate your patience.”

Blinking in surprise Remus began idly stretching the goop around, the bright green slime enveloping his hand and sticking in a way that was oddly very pleasing as a tactile stim. He’d have to make more of this at some point and see if he could bathe in it; surely Roman wouldn’t mind one of their lakes turned into slime as long as it was for creativity's sake. He was so engrossed in the wonderful new thing he held in his hands that he didn’t hear the closet food creaking until it was too late, the overstuffed doors bursting open and spilling various items out onto the floor, multiple phallic shapes and odd body pillows were the least of his worries as he watched all of the stuffed animals he had shoved away spill out into the open in all their cute, fluffy glory. His chest constricted painfully as he shot a panicked look to Logan who was regarding the plushies waily as if they would come to life and maul him at any moment- which, while as in character as that might be- for some reason he couldn’t bear the thought of them being perceived that way.

“They’re safe I swear! Just stuffed animals I uh- there’s nothing- I just like-” His throat refused to cooperate and he was left gaping stupidly as Logan set the notebook down and stood up. “No, please!”

Remus reached out for Logan, knowing what he was pleading with him for but suddenly very aware of his racing thoughts telling him to make sure he wouldn’t get into trouble- what if he told Patton, or took them away because he wasn’t meant to have them? Or-

“I’ll be right back Remus. I promise, I’m just going to get mine.”

His? He was gone before Remus could question it as he ripped and pulled and mashed the goop in his hands nervously, wishing the other had left him with more of an explanation. He didn’t have long to wait however as Logan came back in with an armload of...something that was prompt laid on his bed. As he came closer he realized they were stuffed animals- Logan’s he guessed from the teddy bear adorned with a tie and a snail with a lab coat. But there was also a well worn fluffy purple dog, a calico cat with galaxy print for spots and a stegosaurus with a rainbow scale print on it. He looked back to Logan who smiled warmly.

“You don’t have to keep them a secret, Remus, at least not for me. I’d be a hypocrite to judge you and I’m very willing to bet the other’s would be as well.”

“Bet you my bug collection!” Remus shouted before he could think. Logan pulled a face. “I’m not trading you again- last time you didn’t say they spit acid and my desk was ruined.”

Cackling he twitched a finger and the toys were back on his bed where they belonged, though he did sneak a small squid plush in with Logan’s- as thanks.

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Fighter~ Yang Jeongin

You were busy getting ready for the MMA match you were going to watch today, it was a pretty chilly night so you wore your warmest hoodie and a pair of jeans with some boots.

When you were done, you waited for your friend to come and pick you up. To be honest, you weren't really that excited to go, fighting was not something that interested you, whether it was a professional one or two drunks fighting on the sidewalk, you always turned around and left.

You weren't really sure why you agreed to go, maybe it's because you needed a change in your life. You have always wanted to try something new in your life, maybe this was it.

A knock on the door had interrupted you from your thoughts, you opened it and revealed your friend standing on the other side.

When you two arrived at the venue, you were surprised to see that it was a dark alleyway. You turn to look at your friend, hoping to get some answers.

"You're not gonna kill me here, right? I always thought you would take me to the forest or something. " you joked.

You're friend just chuckled. "There's a secret entrance in the alleyway. "

"Why do they need a secret entrance? " you asked. "I thought MMA fights took place at an arena. "

"This is not technically an MMA match. " he said, you gestured for him to explain further. "Basically, the junior MMA fighters come here to blow off some steam, on each other..."

"So this is like illegal fights happening here? "

"Essentially, yes it is. " he confessed.

"Alright, take me home. " you buckle up your seatbelt.

"What no! Please stay, it will be fun I promise. "

You thought about it for a little while. What was the worst that could happen? You won't get arrested because you didn't do anything wrong, and this was the change you were looking for.

You sighed after some time and nodded. "I'll go in, but only this one time! "

"Perfect. "

You both walked to the entrance of the alleyway, scooting closer to your friend you looked at the walls of the alleyway, you could smell the drugs and alcohol that people would've had when they were here. You swore you saw a bloodstain on the wall as well.

As you approached the back of the alleyway, on the wall to the right was a giant steel door, unnoticeable to the people who walk past the alleyway, it was a good hiding place.

Your friend knocks on the door, using some sort of secret knock pattern, the door opened slightly, enough for someone to slip through. You both walked in and the smell of weed immediately hit you, you chocked as you covered your nose with your sleeve.

"That's pretty intense. " Your friend mimicked your actions. You looked around and saw a small man standing at the door, he probably opened it. He had many scars on his face and his bald head was oddly misshapen.

He didn't say a word to the both of you but pointed to the run-down elevator straight ahead. You two took the elevator down since it was the only button there.

When the elevator stopped, the sounds of cheers and screams could be heard, when the doors opened, you were met with a more sloppy version of a fighting arena.

The area could seat maybe around one hundred people maximum, the seats surrounded a boxing rink that was splattered with a red substance which looked disturbingly like bloodstains.

"Let's go find a good seat. " your friend pulled you towards the middle row, it had a clear view of the rink. You sat down and looked around the area.

Half the seats were already taken, people were screaming and cheering at nothing, there was no fighting going on yet, in the far corner you saw people taking bets which disgusted you because gambling was a stupid thing.

"Do you know whose fighting? " you asked your friend.

"Apparently it's this dude who has never been defeated yet, he's kind of a huge deal here, I think he goes by the name I.N.," he says.

"I.N? " you can't help but feel like you saw that name somewhere. "What does he look like? "

"No one knows, he wears a mask. People think the only reason he wears it is because he is too young to be fighting but he really wants too. "

"That's, interesting? " you say, unsure of this I.N person.

The lights dimmed and you knew the match was starting, for some reason you had the urge to use the toilet, it was too much to handle.

"Hey, do you know where the restrooms are? "

"This is an illegal institute, you think they'll have restrooms here? " your friend replied.

"I really need to go. " you said.

"Uh, check over there. " he pointed at a doorway at the back of the arena.

You nodded and rushed to the doorway, pushing you way past people. You walked down the hallway and tried looking for any signs of a bathroom.

You found a door further down the hallway and thought you found what you were looking for so you pushed the door opened, but instead you were met with a sight you thought you would never unsee.

Reader's POV

I pushed the door opened and immediately regret what I saw.

"What are you doing here?! " screamed the voice of my former best friend and my school's biggest nerd, Yang Jeongin.

"I was looking for the restroom- " my eyes trailed down his naked torso, I blushed when I realised he was only wearing black supreme boxers.

"My eyes are up here! " he said harshly.

"S-Sorry. " I apologized. My eyes landed on a gym bag on the floor. Red boxing gloves were poking out of it, it didn't take me that long to realise what I was seeing.

"Y-you're I.N!" I said looking at him in disbelief.

He sighed and looked at me with his sharp eyes.

"You're the first person to figure it out. " he said.

"But, you're like- you're bullied at school, but you're undefeated here- " I was unable to comprehend what was happening.

"Glad you noticed I am bullied, thanks for your help. " he glared at me.

"Im sorry. I was afraid that if I interfered, I would- "

"Get hurt yourself? Wow, people really only think about them themselvese chuckled sarcastically, putting on his pants.

"That's not true! I try and help people in need! "

"Then I ask, when I was being bullied, punched and kicked, assaulted, where were you? "

"I- I walked away. " I looked down at my shoes.

"Thought so. "

"But you can defend yourself! Why play the victim in school when come coming and do illegal fights?! Why are you blaming me when you can defend yourself?! "

"Why do I need to explain myself to you?! I don't owe you any eanaination. " he turned around.

Suddenly, my urge to use the toilet disappeared, but I was angry.

"What gives you the right to yell at me for not helping me you when you can protect yourself?! You made me feel guilty for years! " I walked up to him and made him face me, our faces were so close together, I could feel his breath of my lips.

"You should feel guilty! Leaving me for those so called 'popular' people! " he put air quotes around 'popular'.

"I was trying to be nice to them, it's not my fault you can't make friends! Just because no one wants to be friends with you doesn't mean they don't want to be friends with me! It's not my fault you were weak!" I yelled back at him, immediately regretting the words I let slip out.

Jeongin took a step back and looked at me with an expressionless face.

"Jeongin I didn't mean- "

"Save it. " he grabbed a black mask and put it on, "I don't need fake people like you in my life. "

He walked out if the room, I followed him trying to find the words to say but I couldn't think of anything. I really screwed up. He walked out into the arena and I stood at the doorway and watched him.

"Ladies and Gentleman! Here is the man we've been waiting for! The Undefeated I.N! " the commentator screamed, his voice blasting across the whole arena.

"Daring to challenge him is the newcomer goes by the name of Destruction Monster! "

Throughout the whole match, Jeongin didn't punch his opponent a single time, he just dodged all the punched and kicks that were thrown at him.

I had to admit I was impressed with him, he didn't do much to tire his opponent, his technique was more defence than offence. It was a smart technique.

Destruction Monster had enough of Jeongin playing around with him, he threw a fast punch at Jeongin which caught him off guard and hit him in his jaw.

I winced as Jeongin's lips started to bleed. He touches the blood on his lip and smirked at his opponent, who was busy celebrating rather than watching him.

Jeongin came from behind him and put him in a chock hole, instantly knocking him out.

"Destruction Monster has been hit with the chock hole, he is out like a light! I.N remains the champion! "

Screams erupted front the crowd and Jeongin walked out of the rink and straight to me, pulling if his mask in front of everyone. Everyone gasped as they watched him, I backed into the wall, getting more scared as he

"Not so weak now am I? " he pulled me towards him and placed his lips on mine.

I was shocked at the sudden action, but melted into the kiss. His lips were soft but sticky from the blood that was still on it. Between the intense kiss and the sounds of the crowd cheering, I think this was the change I needed in my life.

#straykids #skz #bangchan #leeknow #changbin #hyunjin #han #felix #seungmin #I.N #chan #leeminho #seochangbin #hwanghyunjin #hanjisung #leefelix #kimseumgmin #yangjeongin #jeongin x reader #jeongin x you #jeongin oneshot #badboy!jeongin #figther!yang jeongin #fluff #stray kids fluff #stray kids oneshot #stray kids imagines

[descendantofthesparrow]

Abandoned - part 2 - harry hook x mals sister! reader

@marvelfanatic004

Could you possibly do a story about reader being Mal’s sister and pregnant with Harry’s baby during D3 and Mal doesn’t know when she says she’s going to shut the barrier? With lots of reader and Harry fluff!

Harry grunted as he blocked a heavy swing from a knight, he was getting exhausted quickly, the only thing keeping him going was the thought of (y/n) and their baby.

Harry noticed Carlos’ sword get launched away from him, so he leaped toward him and blocked a hit, guarding Carlos’ as he ran for his sword.

Harry dodged another swing, rolling away and slamming his sword into the knights back, it buckled and stumbled onto the floor.

Harry panted as he quickly stood and dodged another attack, nodding to gil as the blonde boy blocked an attack coming at him.

The knights stopped suddenly, green and purple magic shadowing over the metal.

Mal and uma overloaded audreys magic, and harry sagged in relief as the knights fell to the floor.

Reaching up to his neck, he ghosted over his matching promise ring to (y/n)s, hoping she was safe.

All of a sudden mal gasped and Harry turned to see a translucent figure of Audrey, smirking deviously at mal with….with…with (y/n) laying at her feet, glaring up at her, eyes glowing bright (e/c).

“what's wrong pixie~ worried over your sister? Let's hope you can figure out where I am in time to get her back and oh~ by the way, you might want to save your soon to be niece too”

Harry's heart stopped, n-niece? He was going to have a daughter?!...and Audrey was threatening both of his girls.

Harry growls storming up to the vision, seeing audreys eyes widen slightly and taking a small step back.

“you let them go now! Or I swear on Odin ill rip yer heart out!”

He saw (y/n)s eyes crinkle in a smile, while he heard mal go ‘what the fuck’ Audrey sneered, regaining her composure

“oh, you’re her baby daddy, what she do to get you to sleep with her, whore out?”

“SHUT” Harry roared out, glaring with all his might to kill Audrey through the magic vison “THE FUCK UP, YEH KNOW NOTHING ABOUT US, SO JUST KEEP YER MOUTH SHUT!”

Audrey rolled her eyes, but he could see the fear lying beneath the brown orbs.

“whatever, you have till midnight to get her back, any later and she's gone”

Audrey and (y/n)s form faded away, (y/n) locking eyes with harry for a split second, confidence in her glowing (e/c) eyes.

‘I have faith’

He heard uma and mal taking in the back of his mind, but he didn’t care, whirling around he snarled at mal.

“where is she keeping (y/n)?!”

Mal blinked surprised before glaring back, her eyes glowing green, but it didn’t affect him, he would piss off hades to get (y/n) back.

“I don’t know!! and why are you so concerned?! She's my sister!”

“yeah!” harry got in mals face, holding his hook only inches away from her throat, seething “the sister that ye ABANDONED! YOU LEFT ‘ER THERE TO ROT, WHILE YEH GOT FRESH FOOD AND SUNLIGHT, YOU LEFT ‘ER ALONE AND STARVING, SHES YER SISTER AND YOU JUST LEFT ‘ER THERE!”

Mals' eyes flickered but she stood strong.

“you haven’t answered my question why are you so concerned?!”

Harry breathed heavily, not willing to give that information to mal before evie spoke up in a firm voice.

“because he loves her mal, isn’t it obvious?”

Mals jaw dropped, her eyes dulling in surprise, “i-you-she-what?”

Uma groaned “they've been together since before that shitty cotillion, after you!” uma pointed at mal, glaring “just left her on the isle, I bet you didn’t even think about her, you were just so happy with the fresh food and fluffy pillows, that you forgot your own sister was still on the isle, rotten food and rocks for pillows”

Uma scoffed, walking out of the knight's museum, brushing mals shoulder harshly “some sister you are, and you call yourself a hero”

Harry closed his eyes, gaining control of himself before turning to evie, knowing she would respond better to his questions.

“where is (y/n)” evie sighed, shaking her head solemnly

“I wish I knew, but I have no clue, Audrey could have her anywhere”

Harry slumped his shoulder, feeling his eyes burn “I have teh get ‘er back, they are all I have”

Evie quirked her brow “they?”

Harry swallowed harshly, nodding “aye, they, (y/n) and…and our baby”

Evie's eyes widened, jaw-dropping “shes pregnant?”

Harry nodded, eyes floating away from the blue-haired seamstress before she squealed making harry jump.

“OMG congrats you two! Oh my god! Oh, I wish I had tried even harder to convince mal to let you and (y/n) off! But god, I don’t know why she refused!”

Harry stopped, looking to evie once more, rage settling in his mind again.

“what.”

----

You shivered as both the cold night air brushed against your exposed skin but calmed as fire bubbled beneath it, it was weird. anyway waking up to princess Audrey holding your mother's staff was also baffling, and as soon as she pressed the dragons eye to your cheek, you felt burning magma erupt within you.

You magic awakened, and the dragons eye sensed that drawing away from Audrey and seeping towards you, Audreys power was slowly slipping away, though, for some reason, she thought the ember was feeding her more magic, thinking that the feeling of less magic was her getting used to the feeling of it, not draining.

Your ears picked up on the sound of footsteps below the tower, normally, you wouldn’t have been able to hear that kinda stuff, but ever since the dragons eye made contact with you, it was as if your senses were kicked up to 15.

“she lied to us, she lied to us uma, and-and (y/n) is still missing, and it's almost midnight! How are we-“

“harry please calm down, well find her, even if it’s the last thing we do”

“we better, I can't lose her, i-I love her”

Audrey cackled as she let out shots of pink lightning, you heard the scramble of limbs on the courtyard, another set of heavily booted footsteps coming running in.

Mal.

Audrey picked you up by your arm, you grunted in pain as she did so, her nails digging into your skin.

“oh, lover boy~”

Looking down, you saw harry wide-eyed and afraid, looking up at you.

“its midnight~”

Harry screamed out a no as Audrey conjured a dagger and slashed into your side, making you scream out in pain, pleading for her to stop.

“HAHAHAHA!”

You felt the magma beneath your skin bubble and rush through your skin, you felt your teeth sharpen, your skin crack and heat up.

Audrey yelp in pain, releasing your arm, staring at the burnt palm of her hand.

“ah! wha-“

Audrey stared into your glowing (e/c) eyes, scales edging around them, wings, large black wings that shined with blue, the seemed to be on fire.

Your pupil was sharpened and angular, your breath heavy as steam hissed from your mouth.

“m-monster!” Audrey screamed, you snarled and a burst of fire blew Harry, Uma, and Mal off their feet. Harry quickly stood back up, his eyes widened as a large (e/c), gold and red dragon toward over a terrified Audrey, who was desperately reaching for the scepter, harry ran forward, snatching it from the ground, and running towards the dragon

“(y/n)!” he screamed, the dragon turned to him, giving a low rumble, and lowing its head, steam and smoke billowed around him.

“its okay love” he shakily pressed his hand onto the dragon's muzzle, its eyes closed happily, seeming to purr “you can turn back now, I don’t think she's gonna do anything else, considering you’re a lot bigger than the pixie”

The dragon chuffed, and it gave a soft glow as it shrank and slowly returned to human size, (y/n) taking its place.

She gave a tired smile as she stumbled toward him, humming happily as she collapsed on him and he wrapped his arms around her.

“I've got yeh love”

“holy fuck (y/n)” harry scowled as mal spoke up, turning to see a wide-eyed mal staring at the destroyed tower, which luckily had no one in it.

(y/n) gave a mumble, before passing out in Harry's arms.

Harry sighed, lifting (y/n) in a bridal position, handing the scepter to mal as he walked away.

“im gonna go take a nap, don’t disturb us”

Uma gazed across the courtyard, scorches of fire and broken stone spread about it.

She gave a low whistle, (y/n) could turn into a dragon, a powerful one at that.

And a heck of a more powerful one than mal that’s for sure.

One thing was for sure in the case of mal.

As she stared at the defeated Audrey and the destroyed tower.

She regretted abandoning her sister, she would have been a powerful ally.

---the end---

#Descendents #descendants #disney descendants #harry hook #harry hook descendants #harry hook x reader #harry hook imagine #abandoned #dragon reader #mals sister reader #pregnant reader

[gogiberries]

Toshinori loves Texas

-You’ve probably heard the saying “everything is bigger in Texas” and its true.

-Like seriously, Texas and Texans are just as extra as the blond hero.

-People like to drive big ass trucks in Texas and Toshinori loves how he can fit into one and not have his head hit the cieling and enjoys how he doesn’t have to have his legs bent awkwardly to fit in.

-Toshi likes driving, though he doesn’t really drive in Japan (due to the fact he can just bike/walk or jump around in his hero form to where ever he needs to get to)

-In his years abroad when him and Dave would visit different states, Toshinori loved that in Texas you can cruise on the highways (cause everything takes at least an hour to get to) and would take the back roads on purpose for the scenery.

-The stores are also fucking huge. Have You ever heard of the gas station chain call Buc-ee’s? Imagine if Walmart had a child with a gas staion with a little more to it (to give you a size reference, the biggest one is in New Braunfels,TX and it can fit 2 whole foods or 22 average sized 7-Elevens in it)

- The first time Toshinori went to one he was overwhelmed and was just in awe that it had 100+ gas pumps with an insane amount of options of sodas, coffees, Icees, etc.

- Texan women got some big ass hair

(obviously not all the women sport this style, but I bet you if you come you’ll see a good number of women with this hair) With their hair being high enough for God to touch, Toshi’s tall ass bangs fit right in to this chaos.

-Football, do I need to say more? With Toshinori’s build im sure he’s been begged to play on people’s teams before (I feel like he enjoys the sport, but he’s not that crazy about) but he sure is impressed with the stadiums (Texas A&Ms Kyle Field for example)

- Don’t even get me started with the Texas state fair in Dallas. The 277 acre fair grounds that has a tall as fuck statue named Big Tex that continuously greets fair visitors.

- Toshinori absolutely loved Big Tex and wanted countless photos of him posing next to it

-Besides things being big as fuck in Texas, Texans are also very proud of their state and love Texas shaped stuff.

- We know you can get Texas shaped waffles, but you can also get your steak Texas shaped

- Before his injuries, I’m sure Toshinori could eat 2-3 of these things easily

- If you think that wasn’t extra enough, there’s a Texas rooftop lazy river too

- Along with feeling like his huge ass can exist comfortably in the state, Toshinori also likes the western wear.

- I bet you this dude would like to sport a nice cowboy hat with some jeans, boots and a big belt buckle everyday.

- The style can be so flashy and can turn ridiculous very quickly though

- I can just imagine him trying to wear yellow everything and somebody has to pull him aside and tell him nicely “no sweetheart lets tone this down a bit”

-Totally see him wearing this shirt

Okay this post is so long but

#if you haven’t guessed yet im from texas lmaoo #no but srsly i feel like he’d like it here just because of the people and their prode and love for their state #theyre all extra and thats right up his alley #yagi toshinori #all might #all might headcanons #toshinori headcanons #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #texas

[wintersxsoul]

SO SHOOT US, WE WERE DATING!

Summary: Reverse Fake Dating Undercover Cops! AU

Pairing/s: Bucky x Reader / Steve x Sam / Nat x Sharon

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: Tbh we dont know ?? we just love being a mess together I guess,, we had to do it to ‘em. We even made moodboards, enjoy our masterpiece.

A/N: So, two crackheads, aka @trashpanda-barnes and yours truly, decided after a long intense brainstorming session to put this ramblings together to create this crackheadassery show. Buckle up for a part 2 laid ease and gentle ants.

Shay: this was our first time sharing a googledoc and HOLYSHIT technology has come so far, its a miracle Lydia hasn’t killed me yet bc of all the font-changing I kept doing constantly. anyway... we done did a thing, fellas! Our two collective braincells present… this.

Bucky and Y/n have been dating for almost three years, they are both cops in the same squadron, so it’s forbidden for them to date. But they said: fuck this shit and now they even live together, but…. secretly.

Steve is also a cop in the same precinct and he is dating Sam, a pastry chef.

Y/n and Bucky have to infiltrate in a Biker Gang for a case and of course pretend they are not actually in love or anything pfft why would anybody think that?? They are just roommates, right???

They flirt with random members of the gang to avert suspicions and then give advice to each other to make it seem more real.

One day, Bucky accidentally tells Y/n, "You're absolutely right, honey!" and everyone just stares at him so he just...he has to start calling everyone pet names 24/7. It’s his new personality trait so he has to answer with a pet name to even the big boss. “Have a nice day today, James.” Bucky just nods at him smiling, but since everyone is staring at him, he swallows thickly and answers: “You too, sugar.”

Everytime that happens, Y/n is just hollering with Natasha, a member of the gang. Nat is fierce and ruthless, the only one that hasn’t got a pet name. One time Bucky tried, but she just looked him dead in the eye and warned, “don’t.” And that was it. Best day of both girl’s lives at the gang was the day Bucky told Thor, the most dangerous looking dude, “Love your bike, doll.” Thor had smiled widely at that compliment.

The dudes on the gang decided they wanted a bonding moment so they all went to get tacos. They drop Y/n at home and it’s funny to her because Bucky can't get off so he just awkwardly waves goodbye at her in front of the building of THEIR shared apartment. So he just directs them to Steve's place and he’s like "Hey Steve! Can you buzz me in, babe?!" and Steve of course is all "the fuck you on about?! What the hell are you doing here???"

And those big bulky dudes outside are confused and kinda suspicious so Bucky is like "We had a fight.... he's still mad at me" he says like the liar he is. So he tries again and yells at Steve over the buzzer "hEY OPEN UP STEVE, IT’S ME PLEASE WE CAN TALK ABOUT THIS, I PROMISE, IM SORRY BABE BUT I AM HOME NOW."

Steve has Sam over, and this was their date night and Steve promised, he promised Sam he’d stop bringing his work home. So he is like "this is not the time, I’m with Sam right n—"

bucky interrupts "SAAAAME YES, I WISH I was with you, same babe same... please buzz me in??" Steve just hangs up like, “goodnight, Bucky”

The dudes are sympathetic and are like.. "sorry your boyfriend ain't letting you in man. Hey, you wanna crash at any of ours?"

So Bucky just sighs and nods, texting Y/n to tell her he’s crashing at this super huge dude’s house, Riley.

Riley looks so fucking frightening but he is actually super soft and lives with his equally soft girlfriend, Aaliah.  

And they have two adopted stray dogs. And both of the dogs really take to Bucky.

One is a golden yellow and the other is a soft white. The white one, Bucky notices, is missing a leg.

“Lost it in a car accident”, Riley tells Bucky, “We’re just glad he came out of it alive” And the dog gives Bucky’s face a big fat lick. “What’s he called?” “oh, Winter” and Bucky near-about cries. Y/n’s phone blows up with 500 images of Bucky with the dogs alone. The golden one, Bucky learns is called, Summer.

He's an especially big fan of Riley’s cookies. Riley loves being a part of the gang but he also has a pastry business on the side. Bucky buys a shitton of cookies to take home.

He calls Y/n next morning to tell her they should go to the shelter and adopt as many cats and dogs as they can, and Y/n just sighs because she knows she can’t fight Bucky over this. “Who’ll look after then when we’re at the precinct?” Y/N tries to point out but Bucky is like, “Easy. We just take them to the precinct with us.”

Natasha eventually figures out that they are dating, and interrogates Y/n about their actual purpose in the gang.

Y/n blows up the cover and explains that they are trying to find a gang that sells drugs and that their Captain, Nick Fury, thought they were responsible. After a few months undercover, they realize they all are just soft bikers that like to dress in black leather and chunky boots.

Nat is actually scary, at least that’s what Bucky thinks, but Y/n has seen her with Liho, Nat‘s cat, and she is sure that she just likes to mess with the guys and scare them.

Y/n makes Nat swear not to tell the others yet, and Nat is actually the one who offers a lead about the gang that was actually selling drugs.

“See? if you’d just come clean right up front you wouldn’t have wasted your time chasing the wrong lead” she rebukes Y/n. “But then I’d never have been friends with you, Nat” she nudges Nat’s shoulder and there’s that hint of that signature smile on Nat’s lips.

Y/n tells Bucky about the lead and they decide to shadow that gang on a stakeout and just as Nat had suggested, they catch the actual culprits red-handed, bringing the case to a close.

Thor and Riley are devastated when Bucky comes clean and tells them he has to leave them. “but we can walk our dogs together every morning, Riley!”

Once the case is closed, Bucky and Y/n decide to tell everyone that they’ve been dating for a few years and their squadron just sigh loudly.

Sharon is like, “What? We still gotta pretend we didn’t know? oh okay.”

“You guys KNEW?” “Of course we did,” Tony shakes his head, as he mockingly says, “oh my god they were roommates.”

Clint just sadly passes Fury a tenner. “I bet that you’d keep it a secret for five years.” he shakes his head at them, “I trusted you guys. But look at me, I’m poor now!” “what did Fury bet?” Bucky asks curiously. “that you’d mess up before this month ends.” Fury says before going back into his office.

Steve just glares at Sam once they find out, mouthing a “shut up” when his boyfriend tells him all proudly “I told you they were fucking!”.

Sam and Riley became good friends when they discovered their shared passion.

So they all live happily ever after, especially Bucky, cause he got to eat Riley’s cookies almost every morning while they walked Winter, Summer and Storm, his and Y/n’s puppy.

Y/n and Natasha became inseparable and thanks to that, Sharon and Nat started dating.

As Bucky said, they take the puppy to the precinct, everyone falling in love with the little fur ball. Y/n hates to admit it, but she adores Storm. And a few months later, she convinces Bucky to adopt a black cat. “Isn’t Storm gonna be jealous? Or what if they start fighting?” Y/n of course just shrugs and ignores Bucky’s protests. “they’ll keep each other company when we’re at work. Otherwise Storm will get lonely. And sad. Do you want to see Storm sad?” “No,” Bucky pouts, “fine we’re getting a cat. We’re proper parents now, doll. Whaddya say to that?” “We should buy stuff for them then, Detective... and who knows we might even have to get married?”

Bucky just smiles. He has the perfect proposal planned. Soon.

#bucky barnes x reader #reverse fake dating au #fake dating au #cop au #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fluff #james bucky barnes #steve rogers #steve x sam #sharon x natasha #undercover cop #cop!bucky #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes imagine #marvel imagine #this was hilarious to make tbh #marvel fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfiction #lokissoul #trashpanda-barnes

[allforthecourtt]

rereading aftg with my dumbass opinions pt. 2 (tfc chapters 6-10)

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3

look guys! its the highly unanticipated continuation of my reread of aftg!

chapter 6 (aka. meet this MESS of a team)

“My mother's family is French." It was a lie that probably had his British mother rolling over in her sandy grave.”

neil really never misses an opportunity to remind readers that he fucking buried his mom on the beach huh?

“A liar who practices occasional honesty. Clever. Keeps people guessing. Very effective. I would know. I do it myself, you see. Come on, then. After you.”

have i mentioned how entertaining high andrew is? because he’s funny as hell

also rereading these are fun because Nora is incredible at foreshadowing just sayin

“Neil automatically reached for his seatbelt, but one of the brothers was sitting on it.”

how neil would be in the back of the cousins’ car if they let him:

“You?" Neil said. "You can't." Andrew's smile curved wider. "Ohhh, that sounds like a challenge. Mother may I?" "Your mother's dead. I don't think she cares what you do.”

HO HO HOLY SHIT NEIL

“Starting a fight was too out of character for who he portrayed "Neil” to be, though.”

“Consider this your official invite, you suicidal wretch. I'm bringing you to Columbia with us this Friday.”

awe suicidal wretch... glad they’re starting those pet names early

“I don't drink or dance," Neil said.

andrew: i kno u can

“Kevin doesn't dance anymore”

anymore? ANYMORE??? release the cursed events that led to him not dancing anymore Nora im begging you

“Are you bleeding anywhere?" Matt asked. "Nowhere vital," Neil said.

gskjgnsak god i stan this little asshole so much

“She said it gently, with the hint of a smile on her face, but Neil still felt the rebuke. It was subtler but somehow deadlier”

have i mentioned how gay i am for renee? because im very gay for renee

“Allison looked ready for a photo shoot with perfect platinum curls, spiked heels, and a skintight dress.”

im also gay for allison ngl

“I can move if you want to sit here," Neil said. "No, this is fine." She smiled, but it had a smug edge to it, probably because Seth was glaring at them like he could kill them with willpower alone. ”

lol remember how neil doesn’t think he’s attractive and yet in 0.1 seconds after meeting him allison is like “yes this idiot is hot enough to piss off the other idiot im dating”

“Personal favorite was when someone told the police we were running a meth lab out of the dorm," Dan said sourly. "Police raids are awesome.”

no offence dan but that’s fucking hilarious omg

that’s kind of like the time my residence floor had to get evacuated bc some kids hotboxed their dorm room

god i love uni

“The death threats were creative, though," Nicky said. "Maybe this time they'll follow through and actually kill one of us. Let's vote. I nominate Seth.”

pfffffttttt i love Nicky omg

also hahahahahah foreshadowing!

“It'll be fine," Andrew said. "I promised, didn't I? Don't you believe me?" It took a while, but at last Kevin visibly relaxed. ”

again this is why i thought they were fucking for like the better part of the first two books

“The dead look Kevin turned on Andrew today was the same look Neil saw in his reflection. When Neil stopped acting, when he stopped worrying about who was watching, when he let go of the lies that kept him alive, that was the only expression he could make.”

it’s fine i didnt need a heart anyways

this kid is 18 hes A BABY

the first time i read this i was 18 too and like jfc i was a BABY at 18 and so i neil

“One of us has to make it, Mom." It wasn't going to be Neil. It was obvious he was too stupid to survive without his mother if he let himself get into messes like this. But maybe Kevin could do it.”

sorry let me just wipe my TEARS off my fucking laptop neil honey what the fuck

“He felt distant as he watched them walk in. Maybe he was already dying, his stupid soul fading from his short body in preparation for a brutal end.”

neil we get it you have depression (me too bitch u aint special)

“Fuck running," Seth said.

now that’s a whole ass mood

“he didn't know how Renee could smile so warmly when she was speaking to Andrew.”

haha bitch just wait

“when he slept, he dreamed of his father waiting for him on the Foxhole Court.”

remember how at the end of the series his father is waiting on the court but neil wins??? god we love good storytelling

this is such a fucking wild chapter

could you imagine? coming back from the summer and your first introduction to this amateur from arizona is this neil josten level of sass? because i’d probably kill him

first years are bad enough but first years who dont care about other people’s opinions? the fucking worst

chapter 7 (aka. neil does NOT have a fun night out)

“It seemed Allison and Seth didn't believe in middle ground: either they were slinging vile insults at each other or they were making out in the locker room regardless of whoever might be around.”

that’s just how the straights are

“It reminded Neil a little of Allison and Seth, except without the desperate sexual undertones.”

i’ll just leave this gem of a line here

“His teammates held so little regard for him he didn't even have the dubious honor of being dead last.”

neil shading himself is actually hilarious how relatable

“Neil watched him do it, trying to remember the last time someone gave him a gift and coming up blank. That his first one should be from Andrew was unsettling.”

i actually love the fact that andrew bought him clothes so early on like andrew your gay is showing

“Neil debated how much damage the thick heels of his new boots would do against Andrew's face and liked what his mind came up with.”

i thank god everyday that these books are neil’s pov

“Andrew gave Neil another slow once-over and let go. "We're going.”

^andrew seeing neil w/o contacts (aka. the ‘i can’t think straight’ vine)

“Most of the men wore leather, half the women had corsets, and a good number of both genders were covered in buckles and chains.”

this... is a... gay bar

“Andrew saluted the bouncers on his way by and led the way into the club, bypassing the line entirely.”

i always forget the drinking age in the us is 21 but like this bar really dont care about their liquor license AT ALL lmao

“You think Kevin would risk his future over a night out at the club?" "What future?" Neil asked.”

WOW NEIL WAY TO BE A BITCH

“Neil hadn't seen Aaron get up, but he was waiting behind Neil when Andrew let go. Neil reached for Andrew with lethal intent, but Aaron grabbed the back of his chair and pulled hard enough to topple it over.”

why are the twins literally this gif:

real talk nicky kissing neil like that is horrible and really reflects poorly on nicky as a character

andrew for this entire chapter:

chapter 8 (aka. a hitchhiker’s guide to lying about your identity)

“I don't know how your conversation with Andrew went, but it didn't end well. Rumor has it you paid a busboy a hundred bucks to knock you out. Way to cut our night short.”

this is probably my favourite thing neil does in the entire series ngl

“Wymack grabbed his elbow and hauled him inside. He slowed just long enough to slam the door behind Neil. "Are you stupid or just crazy? Do you have any idea what could have happened to you between here and there? What were you thinking?”

Why does Wymack literally sound like my father?

foxes: daddy?

wymack: DO I LOOK LIKE

follow up:

kevin: daddy?

wymack: uh yeah

“I don't know what the beef is between you two, but it ends here and now.”

Wymack @ neil: tell your boyfriend, if he says he’s got beef that your a vegetarian and your not fucking scared of him

“Then correct me." "Give me a reason." "Besides the obvious?" Andrew said. "If I can't get an answer from you, I'll get it wherever I can.”

andrew:

“I'm—" Neil didn't want to say it, but the word was already there, broken and pathetic between them, "—nothing. I'll always have and be nothing.”

“He wondered for a moment if Andrew could handle the entire truth so calmly, but that was too dangerous and stupid to consider.”

“Hope was a dangerous, disquieting thing, but he thought perhaps he liked it.”

this is such a good fucking line like i am shooketh

chapter 9 (aka. neil is, like, really horny for exy)

“Are you stupid?" Seth asked. "Yeah," Neil said.”

what a fuckin MOOD

“Neil had almost forgotten why he liked Exy so much. He did his best at practices but these days he worked mostly to keep his teammates off his back. As Neil surveyed Kevin's damage, he finally felt inspired again. On its heels was a hungry, desperate rush.”

“Seth made as if to throw his beer at Neil. "His life is not more important than mine just because he's more talented.”

sometimes i really wish seth was actually given a chance to have some character development

“ "Maybe you're not as stupid as I thought." "Maybe I am," Neil said”

another big fucking MOOD

chapter 10 (aka. shocking: university is hard :/ )

“It's fun telling Kevin no," Andrew said with a wicked grin.”

why is andrew like this omg

betsy probably was like just looking for a chill job and was like “oh cool uni students? ill have to deal with like a lot of anxiety, sexual tension, depression and like confusion about the future, not to bad” but NOPE welcome to the fucking MAFIA WARS

“That wasn't so bad, was it? Andrew was convinced it would be a disaster. He put money on you hating Betsy." "Did you bet against him?" "Yes," Renee said. "It was a private bet between the two of us.”

“I hope you didn't lose much," Neil said.”

god why is he such an asshole at every opportunity i love him

“I can take care of myself," Neil said. "Watch me beam with pride.”

wymack is the best father in the world and you cant convince me otherwise

“There was one for every fall team with schedules printed on each. Neil kept the Exy one, tossed the rest into the trash, and buried his magnet deep in his pocket where he didn't have to look at the dates.”

neil “i only care about exy” josten strikes again with his great school spirit

“Palmetto State was facing Edgar Allan on Friday, October 13th”

that’s such a cliche and i love it

“He detoured around students toward one of Palmetto State's three dining halls. Two were for the general student body. The third was for athletes only”

lmao my school literally has one dining hall and it couldnt give less of a fuck what type of student they’re selling food too as long as they’ll pay $15 for chicken fingers

what kind of money does palmetto state fuckin have

like i get us tuition is a lot but jesus so’s mine and my school couldn’t be less fucked

“It was only the first day of school and he already had three assignments: a short paper, a fifty-page chapter to read, and a page of questions about said chapter. Neil debated for a minute as to which one sounded least painful. Five minutes later he was still uninspired, so he put his head down on his desk.”

1. MOOD

2. first years are so cute thinking that’s a lot of assignments i remember in first year being like “i have to read 40 pages thats so unfair :(” and now i’m like “ah sick only 200 pgs of readings this week? im gonna have so much free time!”

upper year history sucks ngl

“I'm fine," Neil said.”

neil knows exactly two (2) words and those are it

“You say that an awful lot," Matt said. "I'm starting to think you don't know what it means.”

overall thoughts:

the plot is pickinnnng upppp

i kind of forget how much world building happens in the first book but like its good

also i love neil literally hating everyone its so funny bc like bby these going to be your best friends just wait

anyways that’s all for now

part 3 will be the rest of tfc and then we’ll move onto trk if you guys still want more of this? let me know

love u all bye

#rereading aftg

[slusheeduck]

The Way You Keep Me Guessing: Coco Teacher!AU

Because I couldn’t stop thinking about @scribblrhob‘s Teacher!AU and @upperstories‘s art for said Teacher!AU, I ended up writing something that’s probably a mess to read because I want to end 2017 crying about Hector and Miguel.

Update: Uncontrollable crying turned into a collaboration between me and @im-fairly-whitty!! Be sure to keep tuning in to both our blogs for updates!

Part 1: Unexpected Responsibility

               Dios mio. I can’t take care of a kid.

               The thought strikes Héctor on the drive back from Santa Cecilia, with the kid in question buckled in to the passenger’s seat. It’s a bit late to opt out now, considering he’d already agreed to take care of him while the family figured out what to do with Luisa and Enrique gone. Everything had been so sudden, he’d just gone on autopilot—went to the funeral, listened to Tía Elena’s instructions, helped pack up the kid—Miguel, his name was Miguel—and his things, and gotten back on the road to Capula without even thinking about the fact that he, Héctor Rivera, was now responsible for the health and well-being of a young child when he could barely take care of himself.

               Well. It was just for a few months. Surely he could keep the kid alive that long?

               He glances over at the boy beside him, hiding beneath the hood of his too-big sweatshirt and keeping his eyes firmly out the window. Héctor swallows, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel.

               “So, ah…you’re eight?” he tries weakly. Ave María Purísma, he should be better at this. He is a teacher. But Miguel gives a short nod, and he sees an in. “Eight’s a good year, you know. I’m sure you’ll love…” Ohhh, he’s already messed this up. He clears his throat, looking back at the road before glancing at Miguel again. “Ah…you mind if I turn on the radio?”

               Miguel shakes his head mutely, and Héctor wastes no time in switching the radio on. He groans at the terrible static that greets them. The way Chicharrón made him promise to take care of his precious car on the trip, he’d expected some beautiful, sleek vintage number, not a rattling camioneta that couldn’t even get the tiniest bit of signal.

               He glances over as Miguel finally moves, leaning over to adjust the knobs expertly. After a few barely perceptible tweaks and turns, music finally bursts through the static. The quality’s still not great, but now there’s a definite song playing. Héctor gives a small smile.

               “Pretty impressive, chamaco, considering this radio’s at least as old as Tía Elena.”

               Miguel shrugs. “Papá’s radio is the same way,” he says before once again curling up in his seat and staring out the window.

               “Must’ve taken a while to figure out how to do that,” Héctor says, desperate to keep a hold of some sort of conversation with the kid. “Most kids aren’t that patient. You must like music an awful lot.”

               Miguel glances back at Héctor, just for the shortest moment, then shrugs before looking back to the window. Well, it wasn’t much, but it was something. And Héctor could work with that.

~

               They come into Capula just as the sun’s starting to set. Miguel’s stayed silent throughout the trip, despite Héctor’s few attempts to coax out some form of conversation. Maybe the kid’s just quiet. That terrifies him more that he’d like to admit. He’s always liked the kids that are ready to talk the best; one-on-one meetings with quiet kids—where trying to get any sort of reply or reaction was like pulling teeth—were his absolute least favorite. He couldn’t imagine having to do that every day.

               “Ah, mira, mira! There’s the school,” he said, pointing at the large buildings as they passed. “You’ll be in the primaria when the term starts, and I’m right next door in the secundaria.” He smiles at Miguel. “And you only have to call me Profe when you’re in the secundaria. Héctor’s fine anywhere else.”

               Miguel looks up at him curiously. “Abuelita told me to call you Tío Héctor.”

               “Well, sure. Tía’s always been old-fashioned. Not me, though.” He reaches into one of the cupholders and pulls out his sunglasses, putting them on despite the fact it’s nearly dark out. “I’m a cool tío. And cool tíos just go by their names.” He conveniently doesn’t mention that he was in no way fit to have the title of “tío” on him just yet.

               He glances up at Miguel over his glasses and, just barely, he thought he could catch a ghost of a smile cross the boy’s face. There we go. Maybe there was hope for them yet.

~

               The car’s parked in front of the apartment complex, and Miguel’s already pulled out his suitcase when Héctor yelps out a half-finished curse (Swearing in front of children is not good, he reminds himself, because then they’ll never stop repeating it. He’s learned this from several parent meetings and even more not-very-happy discussions with la directora.). When Miguel sends him a curious look, he tries to play it off coolly.

               “Haa, funny thing, Miguelito! I, ah…with everything that happened, I…left my keys…in the apartment. But it’s all under control! I just…” He presses his lips together, then snaps. “But you know what? I’m lucky. I left a spare key with my neighbor for this exact situation.” Well, not this exact situation. It was much more along the lines of “Come and visit any time” (not that she did), but that was not something the angelito querido cielito needed to know just yet. He lopes back to the fire escape, calling for Miguel to stay put and that this would only take a minute, and starts the climb up to the apartment window he’s looking for—the muffled sounds of “La Llorona” being interrupted tell him he’d knocked on the right one. He puts on his most charming grin as the window opens, and he’s greeted by a long-suffering sigh and crossed arms.

               “Rivera,” is beautiful, serious Imelda’s greeting.

               “Diosa, am I glad you’re home. Wouldn’t you know, I’ve locked myself out of my apartment. Qué rollo, eh? I was…”

               “If this is your way of trying to spend the night, I swear I have a boot right here...”

               “No! No, not this time.” As lovely and romantic as flirting with Imelda on the fire escape is, he doesn’t like the idea of going back to Miguel with a boot imprint on his face. “I just wanted to know if you still have that spare key I gave you?” As she rolls her eyes, he adds, “Look, ordinarily I’d talk with the casero in the morning, but…the little chamaco down there is staying with me for the next…for a while, and he needs to get to bed as soon as possible.”

               Imelda frowns curiously, and she sticks her head out the window to see if he’s lying. Héctor watches her face soften as she catches sight of Miguel down below. She chews at her lower lip, then looks up to the heavens before going back into the apartment. Héctor holds his breath, staying very still, then lets it out in a disbelieving laugh as Imelda returns with the key in her hand.

               “And if you say a single word about me keeping this…”

               “It goes with me straight to the grave, diosa.” He takes the key and sends her a big grin. “So I’ll see you before term starts, right, directora?”

               “Go home, Héctor.” Imelda shuts the window sharply enough to nearly take off his nose, but the quick glance she gives over her shoulder makes it entirely worth it. He takes a moment to sigh dreamily, but remembers that there is, in fact, a child waiting for him down below, and that there will be plenty of time to moon over la directora in the staff meetings they’d be having in a few weeks. He lightly swings down the fire escape, then holds up the key triumphantly as he walks back to Miguel. The boy’s giving him a slightly worried look.

               “Does that lady hate you?”

               “Hate me? Oh, no, chamaco, she likes me a lot.”

               The worry quickly turns to disgust. “Is she your girlfriend?”

               “She…you know, this sort of thing’s pretty complicated and I bet you’re dead on your feet.” He picks up the suitcase and nods for Miguel to follow him. “Let’s get you set up in Casa Rivera, hm?”

~

               He’s not sure if it’s nervous energy from being in a new place or a hint of what Miguel’s like when he’s not…in his current position, but the kid wastes no time in walking around the little apartment, looking at everything. Héctor lets him wander, setting the suitcase down for a moment.

“I’ve got that room over there set up for you. My roommate won’t mind…” He stops and lets out a little laugh as Miguel makes a bee-line for the record player, eyes wide, and Héctor can tell he’s itching to look through the records stacked beside it.

               “Go ahead, take a look,” he assures. As he walks by, he chances giving the top of Miguel’s head a rub; the boy quickly ducks away, and Héctor carries on as if nothing happened. “The good ones are mine, the bad ones are Ernesto’s.”

               Miguel, holding one of the records, looks at Héctor dubiously. “How am I supposed to know which ones are good and which ones are bad?”

               “Well, that’s an easy answer, chamaco.” He returns to Miguel’s side and takes the record, flipping it once before lightly setting it in the player. “You gotta listen to it.” He sets the needle down, then switches the player on. They wait a few moments, both staring at the player, and Héctor sends Miguel a grin as the bright sound of guitars filled the apartment. “Hey, bastante buena, sí? This must be one of mine.”

               A little smile makes its way across Miguel’s face, just enough to make the tiniest dent in one cheek, and he returns his focus to the music…at least, until he notices the guitar case in the corner of his eye. “Is that yours?”

               “Mm-hm.” Héctor’s since made his way into the apartment’s teeny little kitchen, trying to figure out what he could possibly make for two people with three stale tortillas and rice that may or may not have been in the cupboard since he’d moved in.

               “Can you play?”

               “No, I just like the way it looks.” At Miguel’s offended expression, Héctor gives a little eyeroll. “Of course I can play. Ernesto and I wouldn’t be able to go on tours if I couldn’t.”

               “No manches! Aren’t you a teacher?” Miguel argues.

               “You think teachers hibernate during the summer? That’s when we get to have our fun.” He pulls out one of the tortillas and waves it; it holds its shape like a frisbee. Hm. “The plan was to be in Guadalajara this week, so Ernesto should be playing in one of the smaller clubs about now. Normally I go with him, but this year…” Well, it’s obvious why he isn’t on the summer tour. He doesn’t need to bring that up. He tosses the tortilla aside, noting how well it flies, and shrugs with a smile. “Well, it’s the reason you get your own room this summer instead of bunking with me!”

All at once, he sets his hands on Miguel’s shoulders and guides him toward the door, ignoring his little noise of protest. “Now, Señora Olguin lives downstairs, and she lives for feeding boys she thinks are too skinny. Why don’t we go down and make her night, hm?”

~

               Héctor can’t sleep that night, and he knows it’s Miguel’s fault.

               Even without being in the same room, Héctor can feel the anxiety radiating from the boy. And who could blame him? Losing his parents, being sent off with a tío he hadn’t met—he possibly hadn’t even heard of—and having to prepare himself for a new home, a new school, a new life for even a few months…it was entirely too much for any kid to have to endure. And that would be assuming that said tío wasn’t constantly dancing on the edge of disaster and a general danger to anything he tried to take care of. Moving in with Héctor? Miguel’d be lucky if he could survive this without being committed.

               Héctor spends several hours tossing and turning, but there was no way he can sleep with the way things are. So he decides to stop this and try a new plan. He slips out of bed, throwing on the first wrinkled sweatshirt he can grab, and quietly makes his way back to the main room. He grabs his guitar case, then hesitates in front of Miguel’s door. He waits a moment, then another, then sucks in a breath and gives two quiet knocks.

               “You still awake, Miguelito?”

               “No.” Miguel’s voice is thick, and the sniffle that escapes through the door makes Héctor’s stomach twist. Maybe he should leave him. It’d probably be good for him to get all this out. And yet…

               “Qué pena. I was gonna head to the roof, and I thought you might think that was cool.”

               There’s a pause, and Héctor considers dropping it. But then he hears some movement on the other end of the door, and then another sniffle, and then a very quiet “Why are you going to the roof?”

               “Sometimes staying inside’s a pain. Too many thoughts get trapped in here, you know? It’s nice to go somewhere where they can all just escape.” He shrugs. “But you’re asleep, so I don’t want to bother you.”

               Héctor takes two steps back from the door, then waits. A moment later, the door creaks open. Miguel’s nose is still red, and he gives his eyes a quick wipe, but he’s pulled on his hoodie and shoved his feet into his shoes.

               “Can I come to the roof with you, Héctor?” he asks quietly. Héctor smiles and ruffles Miguel’s hair—this time Miguel doesn’t duck away.

               “Of course, chamaco. Just stay quiet; we don’t want to get complaints from going up the stairs too loudly.”

               Technically, the roof “isn’t accessible”. But that didn’t stop Héctor from finding the service stairs when he’d moved in, and it doesn’t stop him from guiding Miguel up them now, making sure the boy keeps clear of any electrical wires or vents. They pick their way to Héctor’s favorite spot, one large enough for two people—perfect for a night of tequila and song writing, or sneaking the odd kiss while discussing next year’s curriculum, or to air out the worries and grief that’s been bottled up since Tía Elena said, “This is your Tío Héctor, Miguelito. You’ll be staying with him for a little while.”

               Miguel watches with wide eyes as Héctor opens up the case, pulling out the gleaming white guitar. His mouth turns up as he catches the little skull grinning at him from the headboard as Héctor tunes it, then his jaw promptly drops as Héctor gives a grin and plays, near perfectly, the song they’d listened to on the record player.

               “Nada mal, hm?” Héctor asks with a little laugh as he catches Miguel’s shocked face. “No one ever thinks that teachers do anything besides teach.” He gives Miguel a grin and a wink as he slows the song down. “Hope you learned something from that.”

               Miguel doesn’t answer, instead moving up onto his knees and getting closer to Héctor, eyes fixed on the way his fingers danced over the frets.

               “How can you play like that?” he asks when Héctor switches to a different song.

               “About double your lifetime’s worth of practice and a good ear.”

               “So will I be able to play like that if I practice? Without sheet music or anything?”

For the first time, Héctor feels like he’s getting a glimpse of the real Miguel, the Miguel that was around before the accident, before the move. His eyes are bright as he watches Héctor play, and he’s smiling enough to show off his dimple fully.

               “I’m sure you will. In fact…” He stops playing and flips the guitar around, holding it out to Miguel. “Why don’t you show me what you know now?”

               Miguel’s eyes widen, and he looks down in shock at the guitar as Héctor sets it in his lap. “I…I just started taking lessons. I can’t…”

               “You’re a Rivera, though. We’ve got music in our bones.” He nods and waves a hand. “So show me whatever you think is the best you can do.”

               Miguel looks up at Héctor with wide eyes, and his tongue pokes out, just a bit, as he adjusts the guitar in his lap. It’s too big for him, and he struggles to reach his hand around as he plucks out the sorriest “Estrellita” Héctor’s ever heard. He stops the boy quickly, shaking his head.

               “No, no no no. That’s not right at all.”

               “But I can’t reach!”

               “That’s not what I’m talking about. Your whole attitude’s all wrong.” Miguel’s expression darkens, but Héctor snaps his fingers before he can say the obvious. “You need to perform. And the first step to that is loosening up.”

               Miguel’s expression…doesn’t lighten, but it shifts to curiosity. He watches as Héctor shakes out his long limbs in precisely the way that got a guaranteed laugh from his students, then half-heartedly gives his arms a shake when prompted to copy him. Héctor crosses his arms with a little frown and shakes his head.

               “Definitely not enough. I think we need to pull out el grito.” He looks at Miguel with raised eyebrows. “So come on, give me your best grito.”

               “My best grito?”

               “Every musician can do it, muchacho. So come on!” Before Miguel can say anything, Héctor is up on his feet, letting out a loud shout that echoed through the quiet, dark neighborhood. He looks down at Miguel, one eyebrow raised, and grins as the boy stands up and opens his mouth…to let out the tiniest squeak. He shakes his head.

               “One more time. You just gotta yell.” He lets out another grito, this whoop prompting a few lights from neighboring buildings to turn on. He ignores them, watching as Miguel sucks in a breath, opens his mouth…

               And lets out a shout loud enough to rival Héctor’s.

               “That’s it, Miguelito! One more!” He crows out again and again, the shouts blending with Miguel’s trills and laughs. Miguel shouts a couple more times, then sucks in a deep breath to let out the loudest grito he can. But all at once, he chokes on the sound, and a loud sob escapes from him instead.

               Héctor immediately pulls the boy toward him, paying no mind as Miguel drops the guitar to clutch him as the grief and stress from the day finally erupts out of him. He rests a hand on Miguel’s head as he hugs the boy to him.

               “Está bien, está bien, Miguel,” he murmurs, keeping still as Miguel weeps against him. “You’re okay. Take as long as you need.”

               He’s not really sure how long they stand there, but he makes no movement aside from a back rub or hair ruffle as Miguel continues to cry. He needs this; more than anything today, Miguel needs this moment. Eventually, he does gradually start to wind down, sobs fading to tears fading to hiccups and sniffles. He goes limp against Héctor, exhaustion winning out over anything else. Héctor finally pulls himself away from Miguel, looking at him for a long moment before turning and stooping down.

               “Come on, hop up.”

               Miguel doesn’t argue as he climbs up on Héctor’s back, burying his face into his shoulder. As they start walking, he hoarsely says, “But your guitar. I…”

               “It’ll be here when I get back,” Héctor assures lightly as he makes his way back to the service stairs. Miguel lets out a breath as he nods, head falling back to Héctor’s shoulder. He stays quiet the entire way back to the apartment; Héctor’s fairly certain he’s fast asleep. He’s very careful to keep quiet as he makes his way back to Miguel’s room, and he’s extremely careful as he sets Miguel in the bed. He throws the blankets over the boy—he’d never figured out what tucking someone in entailed, so this will have to do—and half-smiles as he stands back up.

               Well. One day down. Maybe they both could survive this.

               He just starts to turn when he hears a very quiet voice ask, “Héctor?”

               He turns back around—it looks as though Miguel’s fast asleep—but he kneels down beside the bed all the same. “Sí? What is it, chamaco?”

               Miguel shifts, and suddenly two arms are wrapped tightly around Héctor’s neck.

               “Thank you, Tío Héctor.”

               That’s all he says before pulling back and turning over to fall asleep. Héctor, meanwhile, stays put, eyes wide. With some difficulty, he swallows the lump in his throat and stands up, giving Miguel’s hair one last ruffle before he steps out of the room.

               It hits him, now, that the trouble might not be Miguel staying with him. It’s only been one day, but he’s already keenly aware that saying goodbye to the little chamaco might be the hardest thing he’ll ever have to do.

[Part 2: La Directora] [Part 3: Skipping Class] [Part 4: An Unannounced Visit] [Part 5: The Roommate] [Part 6: Día de Muertos (Pt. 1)] [Part 6: Día de Muertos (Pt. 2)] [Part 7: A Birthday Livestream]

(Also Wit came up with the titles because she’s awesome and I was too preoccupied with crying about  Tío Héctor to come up with titles.)

#coco spoilers #fanfiction #scribblrhob #upperstories #Teacher AU #Hector #Miguel Rivera #One part of this may have been inspired by seeing how much the kids at work LOVE DOING GRITOS #Also everything is all over the place #Welp #It's 3:30 so I'm past caring

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So ok, mate, I have a lot of feeling about your pirate!AU: first of all captain Diana... GOD YES, THAT'S QUALITY CONTENT!!! And that little sprinkle of ironwonder 👌👌👌💯💯💯! And to top it off with my other bisexual queen Valkyrie! YES PLEASE

YES THANK YOU

No one else has talked about it but Im so excited?!

Pirate Queen Diana wearing mega smoky eyeliner and her hair all wind blown and tousled and fantastic?? Chains around her neck because pirates love gold? Earrings all the way up one of her perfect fucking ears?? Boots that go clear up over her knee? One of those AWESOME long jackets with the buckles and straps and when Tony gets to her cabin she pulls it off and is only in a corset (because this is my fan fiction and i want her in a corset oh my god kill me im in love) and those BOOTS AND TONY WOULD DIE

But also, fucking fierce Diana with her sword screaming “FIRE!” In the midst of battle with cannons going off around her and smoke billowing and her and her first mate Valkyrie standing at the helm of the ship leading her pirate crew into the war. 

Valkyrie out drinking the sailors at the seedy pubs they visit while on shore, then giggling and laughing and stumbling drunk over to Diana who bends her backwards and crushes a perfectly sloppy kiss onto Vals lips??

Men suggesting, “I bet you dont like men because you havent met the right one” and Valkyrie calmly assuring them with a completely evil look in her eye that that ISNT THE CASE.

Diana telling Tony, “Men are necessary for reproduction, but not for pleasure, but Anthony, I do believe you might change my mind on the latter.” 

Tony going to open the door to Diana’s cabin, and a dagger flying out of no where, pinning his sleeve to the door and then Valkyrie pushing another blade up against his throat, “Do not toy with my Queen. Her heart belongs to me, and if you attempt to steal it, I will cut off what you prize so hightly (looking down at Tonys pants) and feed it to you.” 

Diana interrupts pulling the knife from the door and assuring Valkyrie that her heart is entirely hers, “My lovely warrior” but taking Tony into her cabin anyway because monogamy is not something they insist on, and Tony has rumpled hair and soft eyes and even though he is a man, he is so much less of a hardened soul than the men she comes in contact with, and he looks at her as if she is a goddess, not a conquest and Diana loves that. 

Valkyrie realizing that Tony is running from his husband and casually offering “I could kill him for you” 

And then Valkyrie meets Steve and Bucky sometime later, and has a knife at Steves throat, only to have Bucky knock it away with a knife to her stomach and she slaps that away and pulls another one and Bucky warns her-- “I will rip you in half” and Valkyrie laughs and takes him down because he isnt expecting her to be so fierce. 

Diana and Steve having a stare down because “Tony is my husband.” and “Perhaps you should treat him like that” 

And Tony, bless his bisexual poly heart is biting his lip because watching Val and Bucky be all dangerous and knifey with each other is a total turn on, and Diana literally able to look Steve in the eye and threaten to disembowel him while Steve is all possessive and growly is a TOTAL turn on, and WOW life outside of his library is so much more interesting than he ever thought it would be. 

(jesus christ i am so sorry about this rambling lol I am just in love with this idea)

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Free Fall – Max Meyer One Shot

For Anna. Thanks for the plot! Tweaked it a bit – hope you don’t mind. :)

Also, my sister and my good friend Dana talked me into being “un-petty” when it comes to writing, and I love them too much to resist. So here’s a fic about the only Schalke player I can stand. :)))))

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Ibiza was a bad idea. Anna knew it, yet she agreed to go with her best friends. If anything, it was a test for her heart – if she had already moved on from her breakup.

Too soon, Anna, she thought bitterly as she looked away from the couple who started making out on the beach deck chair in front of her. Too soon.

If she could have her say about breakups, it’s that the bawling and the sleepless nights aren’t the worst parts. The shittiest part is what comes after. How it taints just about anything – names, places, things and holidays. She ended up hating something she used to enjoy, simply because it reminded her of her ex.

In this case, the world’s party capital had his name written all over it – where he almost tripped when he was drunk, where they made out, where they watched the sunset… She used to love the beach and getting a tan, the nightlife and possibly everything about Ibiza. Now she hated it. It was hot and crowded and not at all breathtaking. Her ex ruined it for her.

“You are turning into somewhat of a killjoy,” Brenda huffed.

Anna glanced at Brenda and knew her friend was referring to her. She noticed Brenda’s tan lines for the first time, with her blonde hair pulled into a messy bun. On a normal day, she would have been envious. Brenda always gets the sexiest tan lines.

“It’s our second day here,” Carmen added, who was also tanned to perfection. Her sandy brown curls blew in the wind. “We haven’t gone to a single club because you sleep earlier than my grandmother.”

“My grandma is more fun than you,” Brenda chided.

Anna opened her mouth to argue, but thought better and quickly shut it. It’s true, she planned to spend her whole stay cooped up in their room, which wasn’t such a bad idea with a queen-sized comfy bed, Netflix and greasy hotel food. No wonder the harsh sun blinded her the moment her friends dragged her sorry ass out.

“You’re thinking about him, aren’t you?” Carmen accused.

“Oh, get a grip. It’s been, what, two months?” Brenda said, frowning.

“A month and a half, I think,” Carmen corrected.

“Still a long time to be sitting around moping, if you ask me,” the blonde said with a smirk.

“Hello? You’re talking about me in front of me,” Anna snapped. “What kind of friends are you?” She snatched Brenda’s margarita and took a long sip.

“The kind who only wants the best for you,” Brenda said, snatching her drink back. “The kind who can be brutally honest with you because you need it.”

Anna threw her hands in defeat. “God, fine, what do you want to do?”

Shrieks and laughter suddenly pierced the monotonous crashing of waves on the beach. Anna looked at the direction of the noise.

“Oh wait,” she said, wriggling her eyebrows at them. “I know what I want to do.”

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The cliff-diving spot was the only untainted spot in Ibiza that Anna could remember. She has always wanted to try it, but her ex wouldn’t let her and he never said anything about accompanying her. Maybe he was scared? What a loser.

“There are so many hot guys here,” Brenda said, giggling. “Hot, daring guys are a yes in my book. Good call, Anna.”

Carmen reprimanded her with a shake of the head then turned to her other friend. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

Anna almost replied, yes, ever since my first day in Ibiza with him, but that would mean he’s still part of this spot. Anna wouldn’t allow it. This was her spot. She nodded. “Should I go first?”

“Wait!” Brenda hissed. “You should ask one of them to jump with you.”

“Do you ever quit?” Anna shot her a dirty look, but she couldn’t deny that her friend was right. An adventurous spirit sure is attractive.

“Come on, just for fun?” Brenda pressed eagerly.

“Yeah,” Carmen chimed in, eyeing a guy in red board shorts.

Anna rolled her eyes and surveyed the few ones who hadn’t jumped yet. “Okay, I choose that short guy.” She pointed at a blond in black board shorts who was horsing around with two of his friends. They were trying to push each other off the cliff.

“But that’s…” Carmen whispered. “That’s Max Meyer.”

“I know,” Anna said nonchalantly, flipping her long hair. “I mean, what do I have to lose? I got dumped, right?”

She also knew that a famous person like Max would refuse, and that was all she needed to get her friends off her back.

Anna strode confidently towards the guys, but she felt all poise dwindle when Max met her gaze. She quickly averted her eyes and, in the last minute, turned to his friend in pink shorts instead.

“Hi!” she greeted cheerfully, mustering her cutest smile. “I’m Anna.”

“Hi, Anna.” Pink Dude gave her a once-over, which made her freeze from self-consciousness. “What can I do for you?”

“It’s – it’s my first time to try this.” Anna gestured at a couple that just jumped, their shrieks fading into a splash below. “I was wondering if I could ask you to jump with me?” She fluttered her eyelashes for good measure, which made her cringe inside. What the hell, Anna?

“I can jump with you,” Max offered from behind Pink Dude.

Anna’s mouth dropped open and she glanced at her friends, panicking. He’s supposed to say no!

The Schalke midfielder’s expression was that of indifference but there’s also no denying the confidence, even in his voice. He might be the shortest but he looked like the badass boss – and with a tattoo sleeve to boot. The thought made Anna want to laugh and, to her mortification, an actual snort escaped her. Max raised an eyebrow at her.

“Oh! Oh, wow,” she exclaimed, laughing nervously. “Wow, that’s so kind of you. Thank you.”

The two taller guys stepped back to give them space on the edge. Anna peered down and gulped. The heads bobbing below looked so tiny. It was deeper than she thought.

“Don’t look down,” Max said. His tone almost sounded like an order.

She drew in a shuddered breath and squeezed her eyes shut.

“Do you want to run or just jump from here?” he asked.

“J-jump… here,” she stammered.

Max took her hand, and he didn’t say anything about how dead cold it was. Anna opened her eyes and looked into his blue ones and then at their hands clasped together. Her heart hammered in her chest and her knees buckled. She bounced on the balls of her feet so he wouldn’t notice.

“Ready?” he asked.

She took a deep breath and nodded. Max counted to three under his breath, squeezed her hand and then together they leaped through the air. 

The water was surprisingly warm, and sinking into it was strangely calming. It blocked everything out. Anna wished she could open her eyes and see what it looked like underwater. It was only when she felt a tug at her hand that she realized Max was with her. She let herself be pulled back up to the surface. 

Max was the first to break out of the water. He watched as she slowly blinked away the sting from the saltwater and felt around to check if her bikini was still intact. When he realized this, he looked away, his cheeks burning.

“Stay close to me,” he said in between gulps of air. 

Anna squinted at him and slipped through his grasp, breaking into a freestyle stroke away from him, away from the noise.

“Hey!” he called, chasing after her.

She ducked under, grateful for the warmth and hush of the water. She stayed underneath until she felt her lungs burn. When she resurfaced, she was a good distance away from the people and the cliff itself.

“You’re not a first-timer,” Max said, swimming towards her.

Anna began treading water. She couldn’t help but laugh even as she panted.

“So you’re not? It’s just a bet or what?”

She couldn’t tell if he was pissed because he had the same indifferent look and tone. “In the first place, I asked Pink Dude to jump with me,” she argued.

He chuckled. “That’s Samy.”

They looked at the distant cliff and could barely hear the noise from the people. The crashing of waves was soothing to Anna’s ears.

“It’s my first time, I swear,” she said. “But I’ve always wanted to do it.”

“Why just now?”

She paused, trying her best not think of the real reason. “I’m trying to make new memories of this place.”

Max tilted his head sideways, smirking. “Cheesy. Got dumped here or something?”

Anna bit her lip, tasting the saltwater. His brash statement felt like a slap on the face, but she quickly dismissed it. She knew she couldn’t hold it against the football player, who was a stranger to her feelings.

When she didn’t respond, Max averted his gaze, realizing his rudeness. “It’s brave of you to try something new,” he mumbled, floating on his back.

“Thanks,” Anna said quietly. “Thanks for jumping with me too.”

Max closed his eyes and smirked again.

She floated on her back too and spread her arms sideways. She tilted her face to the sun and felt her skin starting to burn. Their fingers touched and soon the skin of their arms as they floated side by side. Anna smiled. For the first time in a long while, she felt at peace with her heart. With Ibiza. With the world.

“Hey.” Max’s voice broke into her thoughts, and a splash on her face startled her. “We should head back.”

She glared at him and splashed him back. They did it for a while, chasing each other on the surface.

“Race you to the shore?” he challenged.

Anna won, and she didn’t dare tease him about his height because, in truth, he was still taller than her. Max grumbled good-naturedly when he reached the shore. With both hands, he wiped the water from his face and rubbed his blond head. Anna couldn’t help but run her gaze appreciatively on his bare upper body. Droplets of water glistened on his skin and ran in rivulets down his toned chest and stomach. She blushed and guiltily lowered her gaze to the white sand.

She pondered on the fall earlier. There was no time to think about anything because it happened so fast, but she remembered feeling weightless. As if nothing mattered – just the pull of gravity. And it felt good. Someday, she would be ready to fall again.

“Anna,” Max said, and the sound of her name in his voice – in a friendly tone – made her stomach flip.

She looked up cautiously and found the corner of his lips turned upward in a smirk. She felt his expression growing on her.

“Want to try again?” He held out his hand to her.

Anna’s fingers tingled with excitement. She smiled and took his hand.

#max meyer #max meyer imagine #max meyer one shot #max meyer fanfic #football fanfiction #for a dortmund fan i enjoyed writing this #even if it took me 4382 years #im hopeless #and the worst #also meyer is like julian brandt's older brother #who is a bad boy hahaha

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The Lost Girls Part Four

Request: Imagine being the VP of an all female motorcycle club. You all go to Charming and you and Jax fall for each other.

Part One  ♔ Part Two ♔  Part Three

i lost inspiration for this after part two cause i genuinely had no idea where the fuck I was heading with it. But recently found inspiration again. I have a lot of plans for this one for the future. hope you enjoy it. xx feedback is always welcome.

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You had never liked cuddling. Especially not after sex. But for some reason as you laid here in this shitty motel room, catching your breath after having what you could only describe as the best sex of your life you wondered if maybe you had been wrong. Because the way he traced his fingers in maps over your skin and the way his scent filled your lungs was intoxicating and you wanted the world to stop spinning, atlas for a while so you could remain in his arms uninterrupted. The white sheets were draped loosely over your naked bodies as you lay tangled together. Doing nothing, Saying nothing. Just being in each others presence was enough. Your head was pressed to his chest and you listened to the rhythm of his heartbeat beating through his chest. The sunlight shone through the gap in the curtains, casting stays of light over your skin and you smiled softly when you felt his lips press against your hair. You shifted your head towards him and pulled him in for yet another kiss. He smiled against your lips and pulled you in closer, deepening the kiss and his hand moved to cup your face, his thumb caressing your cheek. When you pulled away you smiled and looked up at him. He had the same happily content, lazy look in his eyes as you did and you sat up. The sheet fell away from your body and you lifted it, wrapping it around your body as you reached over to the bedside table.  You opened the small tin you always carried with you and pulled out a joint you had rolled last night. You grabbed your trusty zippo lighter and lit up the joint. Jax shifted beside you and sat up, resting against the headboard and you sat back against it. He lifted his arm and you tucked yourself beneath it, cuddling into his side. You passed the joint between yourselves, letting the smoke linger in the air. Your hand found its way up to his and you intertwined your fingers with his, your fingertips brushing over his rings. He took the final drag of the blunt before nabbing it out in the ashtray that sat on his bedside table. The buzz of his burner interrupted the peacefulness of the room and both of you let out a groan, the cell phone bringing you both back into a harsh reality. He pressed a kiss to the side of your head before sliding to the edge of the bed. He lifted his jeans and pulled the phone out of the pocket. “Yeah?” He spoke, lifting it to his ear. He listened to the person on the other end of the line and he stood, the sheet falling from his body. His words drowned out and you couldn't help but stare at his form as he dressed one handed. He finished the call and looked back at you, catching your eyes lingering on him. “Like what you see, darlin?” He asked with a smirk as he buckled his belt. You shrugged casually. “I’d like it more if you were underneath me, but we cant always get what we want.” Jax laughed at your comment and knelt on the bed. He cupped you face and pulled you in for another kiss. “I gotta head out.” You nodded and slid out of the bed, letting the sheet fall to the floor. He groaned as he watched you cross the room naked and bend to lift your t-shirt that had been tossed aside, his arousal rising immediately. “Why are you staying here anyway? Mayans not providing you girls with rooms?” You shook your head. “The others are staying there. I just prefer sheets that aren't cum-stained.” He laughed and pulled his leather on his broad shoulders. “You sure its safe?” You rolled your eyes. “You might recall, Jackson, that I not only saved your ass, but I am more than capable of taking care of myself. And I like being alone.” “Ever thought of going Nomad?” “Naww, you want me to stay close to you?” You teased. He chuckled lightly. “Would it be such a bad thing?” His question caught you off guard and you frowned slightly, thankful that your body was turned away from him and he couldn't see the range of expressions flittering across your features. You pondered the idea. You had never had a reason to stray from your charter. Until now, that is. But you couldn't leave your club for a boy. God you’d only just slept together. “My Club is my home.” You said quietly, yet firmly. “Thats where I belong.” Jax nodded understandingly, confused by his mixed emotions at your response but admiring your loyalty. He walked to the small desk that occupied the corner of the room and scribbled something on the motel notepad. He tore the sheet off and handed it to you and you looked over the address. “I bet my sheets are a lot cleaner than the motels.” He winked. You smiled and he stepped towards you. The mere touch of his hands on your hips sent shivers down your spine and heat burned within you. You moaned into the kiss and he found himself struggling to pull away, wanting nothing more than to drag you back to bed. His tongue pushed against yours and if one of you didn't stop soon you would both end up naked in the sheets once more. Maybe that wasn't such a bad idea.. “You gotta go.” You whispered against him. He sighed and kissed you once more before pulling away. “I’ll see you later.” It wasn't so much a question but you both knew the answer would be yes. He walked to the door and you watched as the reaper on his back disappeared and you let out a groan before diving back into the bed and burying yourself in the pillows, the scent of him lingering on the sheets.

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Ella was leaning against the wall as you pulled up outside the Mayans clubhouse. You rolled your bike next to hers and dismounted, leaving your helmet on the handlebars and walked towards her. “Looks like you had a good night.” She mused as you approached. She pointed to your neck and you realised Jax had left a trail of bruises down your neck and your skin immediately tingled at the memory of his lips. “Somethin like that.” You winked. Ella laughed and pushed off the wall and together you walked into the clubhouse. Marcus was sat around the bar with a few of his members and you found the majority of your club sitting around a table. You went to join them while Ella went to her father and discussed what todays plan was. Scully offered you her mug of coffee and you accepted, taking a long gulp of the liquid. You were mid conversation when you felt your burner vibrating in your pocket. Immediately you recognised the number on the screen and you lifted the phone to your ear with a smile. “Hey Ma!” “Sweetheart! How are you girls?” Maria spoke warmly on the other end of the phone. “We’re doing good.” “Good.. good.” You rolled your eyes, knowing that she was trying not to pry too much. You walked out of the clubhouse and leant against the wall. “Hows Ella doing?” She asked quietly. You smiled. “She’s really happy Ma. He has been very good to us.” “Of course he has,” You could hear the smile in her voice as she remembered the times she had spent with Marcus. “Are the prospects looking after you?” “Yes, my love.” She sighed. “But that blonde one is as thick as bricks. Don't patch her in.” You laughed and bit your lip, suddenly nervous to ask your next question. “Ma.. I think you should come down here.” You heard her sigh through the phone and you regretted suggesting it. “I don’t know if its such a good idea, my (Y/N). Its been such a long time since I left.” “I think he would like it. I know Ella would.” There was a long pause before she finally spoke. “Well Im not bringing that blonde bimbo with me.” You laughed loudly and told her to bring any of the prospects that she wanted, as long as she didn't come alone ,and said your goodbyes. You hit end call and slid the phone back into your pocket. You decided against letting Ella know that her mother would be arriving the next day. You knew she would be pleased to see her but you didn't want any reason to distract her from her time with her father.

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You shut the motel room door behind you and kicked off your boots. The day had been long, the morning you had spent with Jax seeming like a distant memory. The Mayans had brought you along on a few assignments of the day, although you had spoken with Ella and stayed back while they handled their drug business. The Lost Girls had always aimed to steer away from drugs, knowing that it brought too much heat and wasn't  what your club stood for. She wasn't pleased that her father was dealing with such substances but they were their own club and how they earn was their business not yours. It was just after six when you arrived back at the motel and you decided you needed a long shower to work out the knots that had built in your neck. You stripped down and grabbed a towel and headed into the bathroom. You pulled back the shower curtain and let out a loud scream when you found a large cockroach in the  bottom of the shower tub. Guns, violence and a life of crime you could handle. But bugs were a different story. You squealed and ran out of the bathroom, clutching the towel to your naked form. Shivers covered your skin and you felt even dirtier than you had before. “Fucking shitty motel.” You muttered to yourself as you hastily dressed. You grabbed your travel bag and shoved a few items of clothing inside before tugging your boots on and storming out the door. The neatly folded piece of paper was in the pocket of your leather and you pulled it out, checking over the address before you started your bike. You didn't really expect Jax to be home. It was still reasonably early but you thought it was worth a shot. Even if he wasn't home you knew you could head to the Mayans clubhouse and crash with Ella. But when you pulled into his street you felt relieved when you spotted his Harley in his driveway. You slowed and stopped your bike next to his, kicking out the kickstand as you pulled your helmet your head. There were lights on inside and suddenly you felt nervous, your usual confidence fading. He wouldn't have given you his address if he didn't want you to use it, you told yourself. And with that thought fresh in your mind you lifted your travel bag and strode to the door. You rapped your knuckles against the wood and waited patiently as butterflies began to fill your stomach. The door opened and you were met by the eyes that had lingered in your mind all day and immediately you broke into a smile. “Twice in one day, I guess I really am irresistable.” You raised an eyebrow and pursed your lips, trying to hide the fact that you were already turned on by the mere thought of his touch.   “Dont flatter yourself, Im just here to use your shower.” “Oh so you are trying to get wet.” He said, and ran his tongue over his lips as he stepped aside. You stepped over the threshold, and placed a hand on his chest. “I already am.” You dropped your bag to the floor and wrapped your arms around his neck. His lips met yours with just as much fire and you heard  a click as he pushed the door closed behind you. His hands gripped your hips and he pushed you back against the door. There was an urgency to the kiss, and you could tell that he had been yearning for you just as much as you had been for him. God, it had only been this morning that you were last in each others arms. But there was something about the way your lips melted to his and the way his skin felt under your touch. You were intoxicated by the faint scent of his cologne mixed with leather and cigarettes and the sound of his voice made you melt. You were all logic and confidence until he touched you. Then something not only stirred within you, but it took over your thoughts. The rest of the world became an unimportant blur that was forgotten in the back of your mind. Only his touch mattered and the only thing you cared about was getting more of him. It scared you, that you were already so addicted to him but he was intoxicating and although you were hooked on him you felt safe, because you could tell from the way he looked at you and the way his lips ghosted your skin that he was just as addicted to you. You knew your feelings for him were dangerous but nothing had ever excited you more and you had always lived for danger. When you had knocked on the door you had had every intention of having a shower and crashing out from exhaustion but as he fucked you against the front door of his home you found you were no longer tired. You had never felt more alive

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