#hey teach whatcha doin with that rock

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GAMER BOY Drabble🎮 🤭

Boyfriend felix, felix x reader, switch reader, teasing, soft dom felix, PinV

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Its a Monday night and Felix is finally off work!

You want just one night to spend with your man. But of course, he’s playing a video game with the boys. Probably Genshin if you had to guess.

All you want is attention and all his attention is on winning the game

But you have a cliche but smart plan obviously

Step 1. See what he’s up to

You open the door to your room and he’s sitting there in the dark with his little blue light on playing Genshin.

“My cute little nerd” you think.

“Hey baby whatcha doin?” You ask walking over to him

He peeks his head up from the monitor and smiles

“Hey baby just playing with the boys i’ll be done soon kay?” He says sweetly pecking you on the lips

“Mhm” you reply

Step 2. See what he’s paying attention to

Again cliche but you’re pretty sure it’ll work.

You have this gorgeous night dress thats real short, pink satin, lace flower bodice, open back. Its his and your favorite.

You put it on open the door again

You walk over to him pecking him on the cheek and then go to rest on the couch behind him

He turns around for a brief moment and smiles but goes back to the game

“He’s completely oblivious” you think and huff quietly to yourself

You play on your phone kind of watching him for a bit in hopes of a realization or even a glance from your boy. But nothing. He hasn’t even looked your way.

Fine. Now its time for phase 3

Step 3. Get down and dirty

You walk over to felix and he pushes his headphones to the side of his head

“Hey gorgeous I’m almost done I promise I…”

You start rubbing your hands all over his shoulders and exposed neck. Tracing your fingers on his upper half. Doe eyes in full effect

“I…..um….Im almost done baby I swear” he pleads quietly

You ignore him of course

He puts his headphones attempting to stay focused on the game

He can try but it won’t last

You move his chair backwards a bit and find a comfortable spot on his lap

He wraps his arms around you and continues playing with his head on your shoulder

“You wanna play too y/n?” He looks at you with a cocked brow

“Yeah sure!” you say innocently

He begins to teach you the controls and showing you the ropes

No playing the game isn’t your plan. Playing with him is.

You slightly bounce on him “excited about the game”

His breath hitches slightly but motivates you to keep playing

“You’re…….a natural babe” he says softly

“Thank you” you spin around to face him as an excuse to roll your hips

He may not be saying it but he’s paying attention now. You can feel it. Literally.

Poor guy is throbbing and hard under you

Time for more, he’s gotta give in soon

You adjust yourself frequently acting uncomfortable and you apologize frequently, being so sorry you aren’t finding the right spot to sit

At this point he knows what you’re doing.

The game is completely out of his mind now, and he’s fully focused on how you feel.

He grips your hips with his hands and squeeze harshly

You gasp slightly trying to keep up with the game

“You seem distracted you ok babe?” He asks you speaking breathily in your ear

No. He will not turn this on you. You’re too bratty for that.

“I think im gunna win felix” you say looking back at him

“Oh yeah?…”

“Yeah” you reply rocking your hips back and forth and side to side

His face collapses in your neck absolutely gone. He cant take it anymore. Its too much. He needs you now.

“You’re such a naughty girl you know that?” He groans into your ear voice dropping

You whimper

He lifts your skimpy night dress and pulls your panties to the side.

“Stand up” he tells you demanding

Oh he’s serious now. Oops

You stand up and watch as he pulls his boxers and sweats down to his knees

Now this. Is the attention you wanted.

“Are you just going to stare or are you going to sit?” He asks staring into your soul with his dark lusty brown eyes

“Oh so now you’re talking to me again thats nice” you chuckle

He grabs you by the waist and pulls you to him

“You got what you wanted hmm?” He remarks

“I did” you peck him on the lips and turn around

He lines himself up with you and slowly eases you down on him

You’re slowly easing down taking him inch by inch

“God ur so fucking wet” he cries

You moan finally fully sitting on his lap

His hands grab on to your thighs and squeeze tight

“Move” he begs

You start moving up and down and up and down. His hands controlling your hips now

You both moan in pleasure

He whimpers loudly leaning into the crook of your neck. His hips thrusting up for more

“You feel so good baby” he moans deeply in your ear

“I’ll…..pay more…..attention to….you im….sorry…”

“Im…..sorry I teased…..you” you cry out hitting your high

“Felix more” you scream

You both are circling and thrusting into each other hitting that one spot

The sound of the leather chair squeaking for the whole house to hear

He reaches down and rubs on your clit and he bites his teeth down on your neck

“Felix FELIX” you scream reaching your O

loud screaming, skin slapping, what a show this would be

He squeezes your breasts and you both finish

You both pant trying to catch your breath as you pull out of him

“That……was so hot” felix says looking at you running his fingers through his sweaty hair

You chuckle

He stands up “you know I love you y/n, i’ll make time for both okay?” He kisses you on the forehead

You smile

“Lets get all cleaned up now hm?” He suggests grabbing your hand

“Felix wait” you say covering your mouth with your hand

“What??” He asks worried and puts his hands on your shoulders

“I think you left the mic on”……

Hehe hope you enjoyed!!! I wrote this on the airplane lmao I was beyond bored ❤️

#smut #skz scenarios #skz fanfic #felix smut #skz smut #straykids smut #felix x reader #hyunjin #hyunjin smut #skz felix #hyunjin x reader #gamer boy #skz lix

[nostalgiachan]

Morning Meditations

Nineteenth Prompt: A typical, relaxing day around camp

Summary: In a rare moment of peace, Vier takes the opportunity to commune with Lathander until she's interrupted by an unexpected visitor (1200 words).

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High atop the rock which loomed over the campsite, Vier sat alone. It felt like a lifetime since she’d had a quiet moment to herself - well, as quiet as a moment could be when there was a terrible worm creature suckling upon one’s frontal lobe. The whoosh of the cascading waterfall off to her right did a marvelous job of drowning out its endless psychic static, leaving her mind free to focus on meditation. She had gone far too long without properly communing with Lathander, and there was no better time than right then to reflect upon him; after all, within a few days’ time, she would bid farewell to the sun, and who knew when the dawn would shine on her again?

If it had been her decision alone, the party would have been on its way to the mountain pass already - for if she could avoid the Underdark, she would avoid it. But the archdruid Halsin would be needed on the journey to Moonrise Towers, and there were yet things he needed to take care of before he could take to the road. Thus, there was nothing for them to do but wait.

Vier breathed in deeply, feeling the morning sun fresh upon her skin. Each new morning is a new beginning. A new chance to spread the seeds of hope far and wide, that Lathander’s light might reach them and–

“Psst, hey.”

–And help them grow within the hearts of the weak, the desperate, and the downtrodden–

“Hey, soldier!”

Vier’s eyebrows knit tightly together as her concentration was suddenly broken. Hurriedly, she put on a more pleasant countenance as she looked to the giant red unexpected visitor whose head peeked over the rocks. “Can I help you, Karlach?” she asked, her tone not betraying her mild annoyance in the slightest.

“Oh, no, was just wonderin’ what you were doin’ up here by your lonesome,” Karlach replied, “so, er…whatcha doin’?”

“I’m meditating,” Vier answered, “reflecting on the teachings of Lathander and giving thanks for the new dawn.”

“Hmm…Sounds boring,” Karlach spoke bluntly, yet innocently, which finally set Vier’s lips to pursing with frustration.

“I can assure you, it’s not boring,” Vier scolded. “Have you ever tried it?”

Karlach hoisted herself up onto the rock and took a seat next to Vier. Immediately, Vier was thankful for the cool breeze wafting from the churning waterfall; without it, she’d be set to sweating from the heat radiating from the tiefling’s engine, given how closely she was sitting.

“Can’t say I have,” Karlach replied. “Was never much for talking to gods and all.”

“You don’t need to speak to the gods if you don’t wish to, though Lathander always has an open ear for anyone. All you need to do is sit and contemplate.”

“Just…sit with my thoughts?”

“Yes. You can think about anything you wish - things you wish to improve for the future, beloved memories to give you strength, even focusing on how good the warm sunlight and the cool breeze feel on your skin. Anything.”

As Vier explained, Karlach shifted her posture, crossing her legs and sitting stiffly upright. “So, uh…do I do it like this?”

Vier couldn’t help but chuckle watching Karlach starting to take meditation a little more seriously. “If that’s comfortable for you, sure. Some prefer to sit on their knees, others sprawl out on the ground - though I don’t personally recommend that one, as you may be tempted to fall asleep. So, once you’re comfortable, you choose your thought, and you think. See where the thought takes you.”

For a moment, it looked as though Karlach was thinking quite hard about what to think about, her head tilting and bobbing as she sorted through options. But soon, she came to a decision and settled in, closing her eyes and sitting about as still as Vier had ever seen. As quiet once more fell, Vier returned to her attempted affirmations.

No matter how deep the darkness, no matter how despair gnaws and gnashes at our hearts, hope will always remain as surely as the sun will rise. Though we go now to a land trapped in blackest night, I carry the unquenchable light of Lathander with me. I will–

Once more, her concentration was broken by the sound of ever-increasing fidgeting and a rising whine, which grew into an aggravated groan.

“Uuuuuugh, I can’t do this!” Karlach grumbled as she flopped onto her back, arms and legs splaying across the surface of the rock. “I think I do my best thinking when I’m punching. How do you just sit still like this?”

Vier sighed with good-natured exasperation and gave the sprawled-out tiefling a gentle smile. “I wasn’t always very good at it. When I was younger, I used to think it was pretty boring, too. I used to watch my father at his services, sitting in silence for a whole hour, wondering just what you could even think about for that long.”

She relaxed her sitting position, leaning back and propping herself up with her hands. “It took quite a few tries before I started to get a feel for it, but it’s certainly not for everyone. Still, though, I appreciate that you even tried it at all.”

Karlach quickly sat up, arms draping across her knees. “You do? You’re not mad I couldn’t do it or anything?”

Vier felt the instinctive urge to gently pat Karlach on the shoulder rise up, but she quickly swallowed it down, leaving a guilty aftertaste. “Of course not,” she answered. “You did your best, and while it didn’t work out today, it doesn’t mean it can’t work out somewhere down the road.”

“Are all Lathander-folks this optimistic all the time?” Karlach asked with a small chuckle. From the twitch of her muscles, Vier could see she’d had a similar idea. Damn it, if only she could touch her. Karlach deserved to give and receive all the friendly nudges and back pats in the world, and it killed her that they both had to constantly restrain themselves so. But one day soon, Lathander help her, she’d give that mountain of a tiefling the tightest hug she’d ever gotten in her life. She would be fixed, and she would be loved.

“We always do our best.”

With a quick hop, Karlach suddenly returned to her feet. “Well, soldier, I think I’ll leave you to it, then. But, hey, maybe if I’m feeling ‘introspective’ one of these days, we can have another go at it.” With a wave and a “Cheers, mate,” she scampered down from the rock and headed back into camp proper.

And with that, Vier was alone once again. Almost immediately, she began to miss the big lug’s brilliant presence; but once more, she reminded herself this could be her only chance for proper meditation. It was time to get back to it.

Lathander, guide me. Cyril, watch over me. Keep me safe in the trials ahead, that I may one day–

Once more, a voice cut through the peaceful air, breaking Vier’s concentration.

“Darling, I am absolutely bored. What’s got you basking like a lizard in the daylight up here?”

Vier was never getting through her affirmations now.

#my writing #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 fanfiction #bg3 fanfic #drow tav #cleric tav #vier alurlssrin #astarion #karlach #lathander

[insertdisc5]

mini update post. i finished all the illustrations for the game (around 60)!!!! last stretch baybee!!!!!

#start again start again start again #the teacher #hey teach whatcha doin with that rock #gamedev #game development #indie game #screenshotsaturday #60 feels like so much but no this is the actual number #it didnt feel like that much to me bc im used to panels... but for the game one panel=one illu lol #art tag #in stars and time

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𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 ♡

Warnings: none <3|pairings: Grayson x reader, sevika x reader, vander x reader, vi x reader, jinx x reader, jayce x reader, viktor x reader, mel x reader, Caitlyn x reader|proofread: no <3| authors note: please don’t be rude this is my first hc post ok 😅

Arcane music headcanons

Vander:

- probably listens to old rock bands

- Fave song is “little lion man” by Mumford and sons

- Probably also likes old grunge

- Maybe metal?

- Yea, definitely metal

- But only when his kids aren’t around bc he thinks powder will be freaked out

- She isn’t

- Caught her and claggor listening to some of his metal cds

- Claggor didn’t enjoy it but powder did

- Now vander and powder listened to metal together

- But if he find out you like his music too?

- How’s it’s your, hum, and powder enjoying the music

- And probably vi

- Mylo and claggor would be there but only cause it’s like a family thing

- Claggor enjoys the grunge bands while mylo complains that powder is too close to him, and vi’s snapped at him to shut up while you and vander wonder how everyone migrated to the room you three were in

- Family bonding moments

Vi:

- probably listens to any type of music

- Glam rock? Sure, why not

- Rock? Most definitely

- Metal? Couldn’t hurt

- The only thing she wouldn’t listen too is classical

- She just gets bored quickly

- Like before the song starts she’s like “this is boring” and stops.

- If she finds out her s/o’s music taste however..

- Will try finding out your favorite songs

- Will fail on the first try

- “Hey babe, whatcha doin’?” “Nothin” she’s literally holding your band cds in her hands

- You find it cute and you two just sit there holding each other as your favorite music bands played

- you running your fingers through her hair or over her muscles and tattoos while laying the top half ontop of you, nuzzling her face in your belly as you enjoy listening to one of your favorite bands play from the small radio you got.

- Over all, 10/10

Caitlyn:

- ok, Caitlyn is a little different from the others

- We already know she likes serphine’s music so she would beg you to go to a concert with her multiple times.

- Which she bribed you with the promise that she will make/buy you the best cupcakes in piltover she can find.

- She would probably also like classical music

- Mainly Beethoven

- Probably because her parents kept a lot of other types of music away from her

- Which led them to teaching her how to play either the violin or a piano

- Which is fun for you because you begged her to teach you

- Teaching you eventually led to you two holding each other close whilst Beethoven played on a near by record player

Jinx:

- probably still listens to metal

- Because it reminds her of those good times she used to have with her family

- Probably also likes listening to jazmin bean

- She likes their makeup and their style of music

- “World wide torture” is one of her favs

- When she finds out you liked them too, she freaked.

- “WE HAVE TO LISTEN TO ALL THEIR SONGS RIGHTNOW!!”

- You two do listen to them all, one by one.

- You sitting in her desk chair while she sat in your lap, fiddling with something on her desk or drawing on your arm.

- She’d also listen to music a lot whenever she’s having a bad day with her hallucinations

- But sometimes, it doesn’t always work out

- That’s when you come in

- You show her some new songs while telling her about the lyrics

- “I know I can always count on ya toots!”

Sevika

- honestly, she couldn’t give a damn about what she listens too

- She’s honestly not the music type

- Well, that’s what everyone else thinks

- When it’s just you and her, she cares a little bit more

- For one, she’s always holding you in her lap while smoking a cigar and listening to one of the music cds you chose out played in the background.

- “The fuck is this?” Was a common saying with her to you when you chose a song

- Probably wouldn’t be a fan but would listen to it anyways since you love it so much.

- Secretly loves whenever you get excited about music

- She enjoys that you trust her enough to talk about your music all excited like.

Viktor:

- oh 100% listens to classical

- And only classical

- If he had a choice, that is.

- Don’t get me wrong, he enjoys other types of music.

- Will probably listen to some gothic music he’s heard of, but not all the time.

- He’d be sitting in his lab while listening to classical musicians as he jotted his notes down for the hextech.

- You however, always get him away from work just long enough for the two of you to be alone with each other, listening to some music he chose as he told you a few facts

- “Did you know he was deaf and blind? Fascinating, right?” He’d tell you

- You’d nod your head as you laid your head on his shoulder, holding his hand in yours as you closed your eyes.

- He often gets worried you don’t enjoy his music, so would always turn the music off after a short while

- Obviously you turn it on again

- You don’t have to like the music to enjoy time with your handsome bf

- Besides he needed a long overdue break from work and this worked out just fine.

Jayce:

- probably listens to classical too

- Maybe also some country

- Idk why I feel like he’d like it

- He’d also most likely listen to music in another language

- I feel like he’d be bilingual to some degree

- Like he’s still smart, he knows things

- You however, might not know a few songs

- Which means, he’d probably tell you, teach you, or leave you to find out 🥴

- You’d get pissed off, of course.

- But he doesn’t care bc you guys still love each other <3

- You’d be walking down the halls and heard some music coming from where jayce was working and investigated, only to find him singing along with the lyrics of the song.

- He’d yelp once he heard you call his name

- “I didn’t know you sang!”

- He’s very flustered, obviously.

- You eventually “exchanged” a deal where he’d teach you the language of a song and you wouldn’t tell viktor or mel

- All in all, a good day for you both

Mel:

- listens to violin or cello

- She’d play the music whilst painting

- Maybe a picture of you 👀

- I feel like she’d also like “enjoy the silence” by Depeche Mode

- You’d be sitting somewhere in the room where mel could see you, doing something else as she painted away on a canvas. Taking occasional glances at you and then returning her site to the painting of you she was making.

- Obviously she was nervous you’d find it and hate it

- So what did she do?

- Hide it somewhere where only she knew where it was

- You were looking for something, before accidentally stumbling upon her looking at the painting proudly

- “Is that me?..”

- she’d be flustered but would try playing it off as calmly as she could

- She’d place the painting down infront of her, the painted side facing her

- “Maybe, maybe not, do you need something?”

- Eventually tells you about it because she was starting to wonder if you liked it, which you did.

Grayson:

- probably likes older songs

- Like classical

- Probably would listen to “American pie”

- By probably I mean 100% knows it

- By heart

- She’s whisper to lyrics quietly to herself while you two listened to the song, just loud enough for you and her to hear her and the music as well

- She’d wrap an arm around you, pulling you close to her side before pressing a kiss to your temple.

- If you told her you liked her singing, her face would heat up so fast

- But no matter, she’d just find some more songs to whisper-sing to you

- Along the road you’d find her voice more calming, the whisper singing helping you sleep at night whenever you had trouble.

- She’d sing different songs related to American pie, and songs that reminded her of you

#arcane imagines #arcane headcanons #vi and jinx #jayce arcane x reader #arcane grayson #mel medarda x reader #arcane vander #caitlyn kiramman x reader #sevika x reader #viktor x reader #jinx x reader #vi x reader

[threeminutesoflife]

Cry Me a River?

Cutthroat Writing Challenge Pairings: Bucky x Reader word count: 1.5k warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, hormones, I don't really do angst- so humor it is.lol Summary: Reader’s annoyed w/ her boyfriend’s teasing abt being overly sensitive- asks Loki to play a trick on Bucky.

a/n: @sherrybaby14​  drabble challenge game- fun idea, Scream Queen- but damn- these prompts.lol you’re evil and fun, all rolled into one.

prompts:  Netflix and Chill with Bucky-- Sabotage one:  Bucky has to break down sobbing at some point, full on hysterics.  Sabotage two:  Can't use the word "and" at all. Anywhere.

Bucky Barnes was an asshole.

You had it. Bucky Barnes was toast; charbroiled to a crisp. You'd crack him apart like a panini sandwich, making sure you'd get that satisfying crunching sound. You needed to hear him whimper as his insides strung themselves out like melted cheese. Yes, that’s just how you wanted him.

~~

“Loki, I have a proposition for you.” “As much as I am enthralled at the vision of your legs wrapping around my scepter, I do not believe the ill-mannered Barnes would approve.” “Does that mean you're out?”  “Hardly. Clarify the proposition.” “Here's the thing, I need help with getting back at him.” “Propose away, darling.” “...Aren't you first going to ask me why, Loki? I mean, I'm only doing it because he's always calling my oversensitive-” “Don't make this conversation grow tiresome.”

~~

Bucky was hot, horribly so. Uncomfortably, so. Standing in front of the fan set on high, air conditioner as low as possible, boxers only covering his rump- he found no relief.

His back hurt, his feet hurt. His stomach ached but he kept craving food. Salty food, sweet food, deep fried food. The pound of chocolate from earlier helped curb some of his cravings- momentarily. Pressing his forehead to the fan's guard, he couldn't help but wonder what the hell was wrong with him?

“Hey!”

Bucky jolted away from the fan at the sound of your voice, quickly pulling on a pair of gym shorts, “Yeah- hey. Hi baby, what's going on?”

You quickly took in Bucky's uncomfortable, sweaty appearance, “Whatcha doin'?”

“Nothing. You still want to train? Or we could skip today, maybe watch a movie? Maybe skip the movie- I feel like we don't get to really talk much anymore. It'd be nice to have some time to reconnect. How about a walk, grab an ice cream, play a card game?”

Eyeing him, you smiled. Yep, Loki's hormonal trick seemed to working nicely.

“Nah, we talk enough,” you said casually. “Let's just stick to the training schedule.”

Bucky immediately scoffed, “What's that mean? Are you implying I talk too much?”

“Whoa,” your eyebrows furrowed. “No? I'm not saying that at all. I just meant-”

“What. What did you mean?”

Okay, maybe Loki gave too much Asgard hormones, you thought.

“Oh! That's really great, you're just going to stand there being silent now? Because I try, I try so hard. I try, so much. But it just feels like you're only taking, never giving.”

“You asking for head, Bucky?”

Your attempt to lighten the mood was not well-received.

“No y/n, I am not! Newsflash, I can control my urges. I'm not an animal. God, why does everything have to be about sex with you?”

Now you were thoroughly confused on what to say next and definitely losing ground quickly, “Okay, Okay. Just calm down, Bucky-”

“Are you seriously telling me to calm down, right now? That is so rude!”

You gulped, “I'm sorry?”

“Why- Why are you saying that like it's a question?! You're either sorry- or you're not. So are you? Are you sorry? Do you even know what you're sorry for, hmm?”

“Okay- okay. Can we please start over again, Bucky? I'm honestly, confused on what's happening.”

“God, that is just like you. Never listening. We are so far from okay!”

Bucky stormed past you, slamming the door behind him as he left you in the bedroom. You stood there in the aftermath of a confusing, chaotic argument. Jesus, it's freezing in here.

~~

Wailing.

That was the only word for it. It was like Bucky was getting paid to mourn. Bucky cried, Bucky cried a lot. Throughout the whole week. Not surprisingly, Loki with his scepter were nowhere to be found.

Bucky's waterfall of tears started when you both sat down to watch the next movie on your list. That was a mistake. That was a terrible Disney mistake. Bucky saw Steve as the fox, Tod; him as the hound, Copper. They grew up together, elements forced them apart. It was a night filled of sorrow- accompanied by hair petting, his.

But today was filled with inconsolable sobbing, snot trails with red, crusted eyes.

“What is that?” Wanda came into the living room, “It sounds like animals being slaughtered.”

“My fault. All my fault,” you confessed. If you had a white flag, you would have waved it several days ago. “Mind zap me, Wanda. I can't even believe I brought this upon us.”

“Why is he crying this time?”

“I explained to him what boy bands were.”

“So?

“Told him Lance Bass was given an opportunity to go to the moon.”

Louder wailing bounced off the walls.

“You better fix this before Steve comes back from that mission,” Wanda hissed.

Sighing at the shit-filled mess of your own doing, you asked, “You think Thor will help even out Bucky's hormones? God of Fertility and all?”

Wanda shook her head, “Ugh, I want nothing to do with this but it's worth a try.”

~~

“Up,” Bucky said. 

Your back against the wall, your ass in Bucky's hands. You wrapped your legs around his waist, ankles locked together as you circled your arms around his shoulders.

“Can't fucking believe you did that to me,” he grunted out, teasing his tip against your slit.

“You deserved it. Now, fuck me without tears.”

He had slowly begun caressing his tip along your wetness, parting your folds- but then stopped abruptly at your words. Bucky stood there with your ass cheeks in each of his hands, refusing to entering you any further.

Rocking your hips forward, trying to slide yourself down his length, “What are you doing? Why aren't you moving?”

“How bad do you want it?”

“Bucky, if you don't fucking fuck me right the fuck now-”

“You'll what? I literally have you in the palm of my hands,” he said by squeezing your ass.

Narrowing your eyes at him, you vised your thighs together around his waist. Shooting your hand forward, you grabbed his nipple to twist.

“Christ- Fuck- Stop!” Bucky let your bottom go as you scrambled closer to his torso so you wouldn't fall. “Damn, that hurts,” he whined as he wildly rubbed his chest.

“Oh, I'm sorry. Tits still sensitive?” you mocked.

Bucky only grumbled as he continued to rub the nipple back into its original place.

Biting your lip to quiet your moan, you took advantage of his distraction by sliding yourself down on him.

Bucky groaned at your tightness as he brought his hands back to cradle your ass. “What am I, just a piece of meat to you?”

“Bucky, I love your voice but shut-”

Bucky cut you off with a thrust, causing you to tilt you head back with a moan, “Need to teach you a lesson, baby girl.”

You clenched your walls around him, “I apologized, I'm sorry.”

Bucky kneaded your ass, fingers sliding over your rim as he bent his legs for move leverage. “Lean back.”

Your shoulder blades pressured against the bedroom wall and your smooth, strong thighs wrapped around his waist. Your hands on his shoulders helped lift and lower yourself along Bucky's cock, your own pace took over his.

“How sensitive are your, baby?” Bucky's hand covered your breast, slowly rolling your nipple between his fingers. “So responsive. Feel you tightenin' on me.”

“Too much,” you panted, “talk.”

You raised yourself up to cover your mouth over his.

Biting your lip, Bucky squeezed your breast. “Chase the high, baby girl. Tighten those legs around me.”

Bucky cupped your face, kissing you again. His fingers trailed your jawline before he tapped them against your mouth, “Suck.”

Wet fingers passed over you chin, he moved his large hand down between your thighs. Damp fingers over your nub, he applied more pressure at your response.

“Come on, baby,” he whispered against your neck, “tell me you like it.”

“Love it, Bucky- so much,” you murmured breathlessly. Your core tightening, your release close.

“Know you do.” Bucky thrust hard up into you causing you to gasp. “Such a good, pretty girl. All fucking wet for me.”

You moaned at the feeling of him- hard inside you. You dug your fingers into his shoulders as you chanted his name.

“Close, baby?” Bucky's breath hot against your neck. “Is my good girl, going to cum on my cock?”

“Yes,” you whimpered, “so close.”

“Good.” Bucky removed his hand from your clit, and brought it up to unlatch your arms around his shoulders.

He unlocked your legs around his hip and slid his cock out. You watched it bob up against his stomach as he stepped away from you.

You stood there confused, aching for a release that was seconds away. Two more thrusts, you would have shattered.

Bucky palmed himself as he took in your confusion. Smirking at your reaction, he stroked himself faster. Your eyes wide, the bewildered angry expression had him make another stroke, another twist on his shaft. He pumped his cock at your naked rage.

Stepping up to you, he found his release as he painted your stomach with cum. Lightly circling his sensitive tip along your soft skin, he said, “Hell hath no fury...but revenge is a dish best served cold.”

Bucky Barnes was an asshole.

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[impala-dreamer]

Drunk shenanigans with the boys while prepping to go after the Shojo?

Me Likey

Season 7

Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader

670 Words

Warnings: Drunken Adult Activity. 

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“I think…I think…I like this stuff.” Y/N laughed into her glass and took another sip of the clear liquid. “The first like all of it is is gross and I hate it but now like…I like it!”

Sam laughed to himself and eyed her from his place at the computer. He wasn’t quite as drunk as Y//N, but then, she could never hold her hard liquor. 

Dean poured himself another shot and sat back in his chair. “This is kinda gross, but I’m…digging it.” A goofy smile washed over his face and he turned his attention to Y/N who was suddenly playing with Sam’s hair. “Whatcha doin’?”

“It’s so soft,” she said with a happy sigh, running her hands through the long locks. “You gotta feel this.” 

Sam jerked forward a bit, slipping out of Y/N’s grasp. “Please don’t.” 

Dean scoffed over the rim of his glass. “Like I wanna touch your luscious locks, Sam.” Another gulp down the hatch. “You see anything yet?” 

“Not yet.” Sam set his attention back on the screen, carefully fast-forwarding through the security footage. 

“This is a nice office,” Y/N commented absently, walking around the boys to peek at the shelves lining the back wall. “Looks ‘spensive.”

Dean set the bottle down and reached around to grab at her. “Probably is. Come ‘ere.” 

Y/N squealed as Dean grabbed her waist, pulling her into a spin that ended with her falling into his lap. 

“Hi, baby,” he grinned, eyebrows wiggling suggestively. 

Her cheeks burned and Y/N bit her bottom lip shyly. “Hi.” 

The kiss was quick and wet and tasted like sour wine. Y/N licked at his lips, shifting in his lap until Sam cleared his throat so loudly that Y/N momentarily thought they were in a library. 

“Oh, shut up, Sam,” she sassed, stumbling off of Dean’s lap and onto her knees. 

“Yeah, shut up, Sammy,” Dean agreed, gasping as Y/N tugged down his zipper. 

Sam turned to look at them and then rolled his eyes so hard Dean thought he might need surgery to put them back into place. 

“Seriously? I’m sitting right here!” 

Dean shrugged but Y/N reached over to rub a firm hand up Sam’s thigh. “You can play too…” 

“We’re working,” he growled. 

Y/N smacked her lips in annoyance and leaned closer to him. “Listen, you’re doing the looking on computer things, Dean’s doing the looking out for the dude things, and I’m drunk and horny so shut up.” 

Sam tried to protest, but Y/N was quick, slipping a hand underneath his belt to tickle at his hip bones. “Oh, fuck.” 

“Just… relax and get back to work,” she teased, fiddling with both men’s jeans at once. 

Dean laughed and poured himself another drink, winking at Sam. “Hey, we’ve all got work to do.” 

Sam wanted to say something about how bad of an idea it was, but Y/N’s little hand closed gently around his balls and all of his energy was spent trying not to moan out loud. 

“Now this is how you do research,” Dean proclaimed, emptying the bottle into his glass and twitching slightly as Y/N ran her thumb across the tip of his dick. “Ya know…I think I’m actually kinda drunk. Me likey” 

Sam sucked in a breath and forced his attention back to the screen. 

“You gotta- oh fuck- loosen up sometimes, S-S-Sam…” Dean groaned lustfully as Y/N jerked him to life slowly. “Mhm… right there- fuck.” 

No one was paying the slightest bit of attention to the office door, and Dean nearly choked when it opened and its owner, Mr. Baxter walked in. 

“What in the hell is going on here!”

Dean spit his swallow back into the glass and grinned innocently. “It’s not what it looks like?” 

On the floor behind the desk, hidden from view, Y/N looked up at Sam, cringing as she withdrew her hands from their dicks. “Oops?”

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[dancerlittle006]

Important Decision & New Baby Smells

First things first, I don’t own anything related to Disney or Newsies. Second of all, this is a continuation of my “The Many Adventures of Sammi & Race” series. You may want to read the others in the series but it’s not necessary!

April 21, 1905

The plan was set. Jack and Race had set it up weeks ago. Race and Spot would take Sammi for a long weekend, giving Kat and Jack the opportunity for a little alone time before baby #2 would arrive. However, that plan went right out the window the afternoon Race had picked Sammi up after his shift from the hotel. 

As soon as Race had gotten home, the phone had rang. They had moved to a brownstone closer to the Kelly’s and had looked at the opportunity as a new chapter in their lives. “Hello?”

“Racer, the baby’s comin’.” Jack panted as if he had run a marathon causing Race to grin. 

After reassuring Jack that Sammi was fine, they settled in for a long weekend of niece/uncle time. Spot was at work, thus leaving the four year old with her favorite uncle. “What do you wants to do Sammi?”

Holding her favorite doll in her arms, the little girl grinned brightly at her uncle. “Ummmms . . .” Her new favorite word when she was stalling or just trying to figure out what to do. “Hows about da park?”

Soon they found themselves in the park, Sammi singing some song and hopping from foot to foot while Race held her hand. “Whatcha singin’ Sammi?”

She shrugged, continuing to sing the song. Race listened, trying to place it but came up empty. She led them to a bench in the middle of Central Park. Settling herself on the bench, her head whipped from side to side taking in the comings and goings of the park. “Sammi, yous gonna be a big sister.”

With a shake of her head, she looked at her uncle. “Nope. Babys not comin’.” 

“Da told mes otherwise.” Race looked down at his niece. “Yous gonna be a great big sister.”

She bit her lip, a tell that something was bothering her, which Race picked up immediately. “What’s wrong? Aren’t yous excited?”

Sammi shrugged again, standing up next to her uncle before plopping on his lap. “Is not a good sister.”

“Oh Sammi.” Race whispered, hugging the girl tightly to his chest. “Yous learn how to be a good sister. Yous don’t instantly knows how to do that. Yous uncles, mum, and dad wills helps you. Is that why yous worried?”

Putting a finger to her lip, she slowly nodded. “A year from now, yous be a great big sister. And yous baby brother or sister wills adore yous. Just watch.”

The two sat in silence for a bit, watching the action within the park. “What do yous want, Sammi? A brother or sister?”

Again, she shrugged. “Is never had a brother or a sister until I met yous dad, Sammi. Your dad and mum are mys siblings and theys pretty good at its.”

“Yous help?” She whispered, her body growing heavy with sleep. 

Race smiled, running a hand through her hair. “Yes, Is and Uncle Spottie will help you, Is promise.”

Picking her up, he made his way through the park, the rhythm of his walk causing the girl to fall asleep on his shoulder. Soon the two arrived at home, Race putting Sammi in their guest room, closing the door slightly behind him. Making his way to the kitchen, he cleaned up the remaining dishes from that morning's breakfast. 

The task gave him time to think - it had been five months since Spot had proposed and they were no closer to planning a wedding than five months ago. They both knew they wanted to get married but they had no idea where to start. Kat had tried to get them to sit down and plan but that had quickly gone out the window. They had talked about eloping and not making’ a big deal out of it. Both Spot and Race had flown by the seat of their pants for much of their lives and it seemed they would take that into their marriage as well. 

The running of the water knocked him out of his thoughts just as the door to the brownstone opened and a grinning Spot entered, kicking his boots off before sighing loudly. “Honey, Is home.” 

Shutting off the water, Race met him at the door with a kiss before grabbing the bag that was in his hand. “Sammi’s asleep in the guests room. And Jack called a couples of hours ago and said the baby’s comin’” 

“Hows she doin’?” Spot moved to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, leaning against the counter as Race joined him. 

Shrugging noncommittally, Race shook his head. “One moment shes excited and the next shes reserved and quiets. Is think once the babys here, she’ll be betters. Shes worried she’ll be a bad big sister, and I tried to reassure her that she’ll have all of us to help her.” 

“Her whole world is changin’. She’s used to having you, me, her uncles, Jack, and Kat all to herself.” Race smiled. “That girl will be fine and she’ll be a great big sister.” 

The opening of the guest room door caught their attention. Race and Spot both held a chuckle at the mess of hair that Sammi was rocking. “Hey baby girl. Hows you sleep?”

Giving her uncle a glare, Sammi opted to crawl up in Spot’s lap instead of Race’s. Spot had always loved post-nap cuddles but lately, Sammi had opted for Race and not him. He would take full advantage of Race’s misstep and cuddle Sammi. “Hows you sleep, Sammi?”

“Goods.” She yawned, burrowing her head in her uncle’s chest. “Da babys comin’ Unka Pottie.” 

He ran a hand down her back. “Uncle Race just told me. That’s excitin’ huh?”

Sammi shrugged, fighting back another yawn. “Is guess.” 

“What do yous want to do this weekend, Sammi? Go to the zoo, maybe the park or da museum?” Spot rambled, as the little girl readjusted to being awake. 

The room fell quiet. Race and Spot both grinned at once another, lacing their hands together, looking at the little girl that had been their world for the last four years. Things had changed for their little group. Albert and Marie had married in January and were expecting a baby in the summer; Finch and Elmer were on-again, this time the entire Newsies group had bets on whether they’d make it or not, and Crutchie had found a nice girl, named Molly who he was sweet on - last Race heard, they hadn’t officially become a couple, but it was nice to see his friend thinking’ of settling down. 

“Jacobi’s.” Sammi had sat up, pushed her hair back, and grinned at the couple. “Can wes do Jacobi’s?”

Race looked at Spot, who merely shrugged. “Sounds good to me.” 

“Sammi can you go get your shoes on?” Race asked, watching the girl hop off the couch before running to get her shoes. Kat had been teaching her how to tie her shoes and she had gotten the hang of it but still had a hard time making a knot. 

Race went to get himself ready, leaving Spot with Sam. Standing in the doorway, he watched Spot explain the bunny ears and how to loop them together. “One bunny ear, two bunny ear . . .”

Grinning, Race couldn’t wait until Spot was a papa. They had talked about children and adopting, both agreeing to wait until after the wedding, whenever that would take place. Quickly getting himself ready, Race soon joined the other two in the living room, where a grinning Sammi had both of her shoes on. “Unka Race!”

“Yes Sammi?”

“Unka Pottie shows me the bunny trick.” She bounced on her toes, showing him the newly tied shoes. “A bunny ears then ‘nother one and loopy de loop ‘em togetha.” 

Race shook his head, grinning at the girl. “Good jobs Sammi. Yous ready?”

Ensure they both had their wallets, they left the brownstone, their hands swinging between them while Sammi danced in front of them. Crossing a few streets, they soon arrived at Jacobi’s. Walking in the place was empty, allowing them to pick out their favorite booth. Sighing loudly, Race caught Sammi’s attention. “Whats with you little girl?”

“I miss da and mum, unka Race.” She propped her chin in her hand and gave her uncle a look. “Whens can Is see them?”

Race looked at Spot who shrugged his shoulders in response. “Is not sure, Sammi. Mum’s havin’ da baby and that mights take some time. But maybe when wes get home, wes can call ‘em.” 

“Ok.” She picked up the menu, looking at the photos, as Race relaxed against Spot’s side. 

The bell above the door caught their attention, but it was no one they knew. Spot and Race both smiled in the stranger’s direction before looking back at their menus. “What yous want, Sammi?” 

“Nugs and fries, pease!” She exclaimed, her knees coming under her bottom, causing her to be taller in the booth. 

A chuckle escaped Race’s mouth. “Yous got it girl. What to drink?” 

“Ummmmmmmmm . . .” A finger to her chin, making her look like a detective, she considered her choices. “‘Pple Juice.” 

“A fine choice for the lady.” Spot chuckled, pulling out a piece of paper and some crayons for her to draw while they waited for the waiter. 

Race cocked an eyebrow in his fiance’s direction. “Since when do yous carry papes and crayons in yous pocket?”

“Since we have a mini Jack Kelly in ours presence.” Spot waved his hand in Sammi’s direction, provin’ a point. “Yous knows he takes her to ‘ork and lets hers draws. Says she’ll be da next prodigal child.” 

The waiter came over and took their orders, soon returning bringing their drinks before leaving them alone. 

Race laughed knowing he was right. “So we needs to talk.” Glancing at Sammi, ensuring she was occupied, he titled his head towards Spot. “Wedding details.”

Throwing his head back, Spot groaned. “Ugh, whys plannin’ a weddin’ so hard?” 

“Wes just gotta pick a date and the rest will fall into place.” Or at least that was what Kat told Race when they met for coffee after the proposal. “So whats month work for you?”

Spot shook his head and mumbled what sounded like ‘idiot’ under his breath before lacing his fingers with Race. “Is always loved the fall. So hows about October?”

“Since wes got engaged and alls?” Race grinned. “Okay so a month is picked . . . nows a date.” 

Spot grinned, squeezing Race’s hand. “Hows about October 17 - one day less thans a years bein’ engaged?” 

Seeing a calendar pinned on the wall by the register, Race walked over, flipped through the calendar, chuckled to himself before walkin’ back to the booth. “Yous want to get married on a Tuesday?”

Spot shrugged. “When has wes ever done anything conventional in ours relationship? This is perfectly us.” 

“True.” Race nodded, a slap happy grin sliding over his mouth. “Is good with that. Tuesday, October 17, Is marryin’ you. Now, for names, hows we doin’ that?”

Spot gave him a confused look. “Whats you mean?”

“Conlon-Higgins or Higgins-Conlon?” Race shrugged his shoulders. “Its don’t matter to mes.” 

Pulling Race in for a chaste kiss, Spot shook his head. “Yous have too much time to thinks.” 

“But this is what we’ll be knowns as. Is know you love your last name but Is loves Higgins just as much.” Race protested. “Wes both wants to keep ours names but combine them together.” 

Spot could see why this would worry Race. He knew he had all the pros and cons about each way and had looked at all the ways it would flow. It was one of the many quirks he loved about his fiance. “Hows about we go with Higgins-Conlon?” 

“Anthony “Racetrack” Higgins-Conlon has a good ring to it.” Spot grinned at his fiance, squeezing his hand, just as the waiter came back and dropped their food on the table. “Little miss, it’s time to put aways the crayons and papes.” 

She pouted for a minute before realizing her chicken nuggets and fries were sitting in front of her. “Yum!” 

Squeezing Race and his laced hands, Spot mouthed ‘love you’ in Race’s direction before digging into his own food. 

Quietness fell over the table as the three dug into their food. Patrons came and went in the restaurant, the bell ringing over the door with each opening of the door. Just as they signaled for the check, a familiar face walked into the restaurant whistling a tune and a happy grin. 

“DA!” Sammi stood up on the booth seat with a happy grin. “Unka Race it’s daddy!” 

Jack heard Sammi’s yell before redirecting himself towards the booth in the back. “Well looks whats the cat drug in. Whats you doin’ here?” 

Sitting next to Sammi, Jack raised an eyebrow in his brother’s direction. “Yous daughter picked this for dinner.”

Settling Sammi on his lap, he ran a hand through her hair. “Yous have a good afternoon, cara?” 

“Yes! Wes went to da park and Is sleep and da, looks, Is colored.” She showed him her pape where she was doodling. “Is had fun with Unka Pottie and Unka Race.” 

Jack smiled in appreciation at his two brothers. “Thank you for takin’ her.”

“Da?” Sammi waited until Jack looked at her. “Is da baby here?”

Race and Spot both raised an eyebrow in Jack’s direction, wondering the same thing. “Yes, da baby’s here. Would you like to meet the baby?” 

Sammi’s head bobbled in excitement. Jack promised she could as soon as he grabbed the food they had ordered. Their check was settled just as Jack returned. “Kat’s mum with her while I ran down here. Wes were gonna call yous tonight and let you know but it’s better that I rans into yous.” 

The four headed towards the brownstone, Race and Spot hanging back while Jack bustled through the door with Sammi on his heels. “Kat, wes got company.” 

Though it was quiet, Race could hear the groan that escaped Kat’s mouth. “Jack Kelly yous a dead man.” 

“Its your favorites, Katherine.” Jack sang back, grinning and motioning the two to sit in the living room while he escaped to their bedroom. They could hear the quiet murmuring from the room, while Sammi sat on the couch next to them. 

“Unka Race?” Sammi slipped her hand into his before looking at him with wide eyes. “Is ner’ous.” 

Pulling her onto his lap, Race dropped a kiss on her forehead. “Thats okay, cara. Is nervous too.”

“Yous ner’ous?” Her eyes went wide at the thought. “Whys?” 

“‘Cause Is only held ones babys before.” He whispered, a faint smile on his face. “Yous know whos that was?”

Not breaking eye contact with her uncle, Sammi shook her head. “Yous. Yous was the first baby I ever held. And yous sibling will be the second. And its okays to be nervous; that means its important to yous and me and unka Pottie and mum and da.” 

“Okays.” She whispered, eyes darting over to the door leading to the hallway. Her eyes went wide seeing her da, mum, and grandma standing there. “Mum, da.” 

Kat brightened at the sight of her three favorite people sitting there. “Hi sweetheart. Did you have a good time with your uncles?” Crossing the room, she sat on the opposite couch as Sammi hopped down and joined her mum. “Careful. Hi Race, Spot. Thank you for watching her this afternoon.” 

“Yeah.” She whispered, fingers at her mouth. She searched her mum’s face for something different but finding nothing, she cuddled into her mum’s embrace. “Wheres da baby?”

Wrapping her arms around her daughter, Kat smiled. “Look at da.” 

Poppin’ her head off Kat’s shoulder, Sammi’s eyes widened at the blanket wrapped bundle. “That da baby?” 

“Would you like to meet your new brother?” Kat asked, watching Jack cross the room to join them on the couch. Jack adjusted the bundle so Sammi could see the newborn who was sleeping soundly and smacking his lips. “What do you think Sammi?”

Running her index finger over his hand, she smiled watching his fingers curl around her’s. “He’s ‘ittle.” 

“Yes, he’s little.” Kat squeezed her close to her side. “Yous were littler than he is.” 

Eyes widened, Sammi looked around the room. “Is was ‘ittle?” 

“Yes, Samantha, you were once this little.” Kat grinned, looking over her shoulder at Race and Spot. “I just heard your uncle tell you you were this little once and you were the first baby he held.” 

The little girl’s head looked over at her two uncles. “Unka Race, Unka Spottie, Is got a ‘roter.” 

“Yes yous do.” Race grinned, looking at the bundle in Jack’s arms. “Whats his name?”

Jack smiled at Kat and Sam before looking at Race and Spot. “Wes had a hard time tryin’ to figure out a name. The middle name was easy but the first name was hard.” He nudged Kat, letting her do the honors. 

“Our son’s name is Thomas Anthony Kelly. We’re going to call him Tommy. Thomas after Jack’s da and Anthony after his uncle Race.” Kat smiled, as Race’s jaw dropped. 

Tears clouded Race’s eyes as he looked at his brother and sister. “Yous didn’t has to do that.” 

“We knows wes didn’t but Race, yous been there for us and wes indebted to yous.” Jack’s voice thickened with emotion. Passing the newborn to Kat, Jack crossed the room to pull Race into a hug. “Yous such a great uncle, friend . . . brother and wes want Tommy to have a great man to embody as hes growin’ up.” 

Race squeezed Jack’s shoulders, more tears escaping his eyes. “Is honored, Jackie.” 

“Wanna hold him?” Jack pulled back, taking his son back from Kat before settling him in Race’s arms. “What do you think, Uncle Race?” 

Race’s eyes swept over the tiny human nestled in his arms. Tommy’s lips were puckered, as if he had just eaten a sour lemon, eyes tightly shut, and quiet wisps of air were released as he soundly slept. “Hi’s Tommy, Is your uncle Race. That’s your uncle Spottie over there. Wes love yous so much.” Looking over at the new parents, he shot them a watery smile. “He’s perfect. He’s gorgeous.” 

Jack turned his attention to his daughter, grinning brightly as he picked her up. “So wes keepin’ him, Sammi?”

“Hes okay.” She gave her dad a look. “Will hes cry?”

Kat rolled her eyes at her daughter and husband. “He will cry sometimes but it’s just his way of letting us know he’s here. Will you help us?”

“Uh huh.” She gave her da a hug and smiled at her mum. “But can Is go to Unka Race and Uncle Potties without him?”

Kat and Jack both laughed as did both her uncles. “Already negotiating with me. This wasn’t supposed to happen for another couple of years.” 

“We’ll talk about you going to Uncle Race and Spottie’s house.” Kat shook her head at her daughter. 

“She’s your daughter and you can’t deny that.” Jack laughed at how similar Samantha and Kat were. “Wes in trouble with this one, though.” 

Kat’s eyes widened at the thought. “Oh crap, I didn’t think about that. Especially climbing up to private boxes just to talk with pretty girls.” 

“Worked for you didn’t it?” Jack raised an eyebrow, leaning over to steal a kiss from his wife. “Admit it, that’s what swept you off your feet.” 

Kat’s cheeks blushed. “That might’ve had something to do with it.” 

Race looked down at his nephew. “Yous parents are crazy but theys the best. Spottie and Is will be there when its too much for yous and Sammi.” 

Relinquishing him to Spot’s outstretched arms, Race smiled seeing Spot hold their nephew. “Thanks for that Race. If our kids ever runs away from home, yous house is the first wes checkin’.” 

Standing, Race crossed the room to pull Kat into a hug. “Congratulations, Plums. He’s precious.” 

“Thanks Race.” She stepped back. “Wes was going to tell you later on tonight to tell you. Jack said you were at Jacobi’s.” 

Seeing Jack, Spot, and Sammi all talking while looking at the baby, Race smiled. “Yous daughter wanted Jacobi’s.” 

“Yous hidin’ something.” Despite just having a baby, Kat’s observation skills hadn’t lessened any. “You want to talk?” 

He took her hand and led her into her office, closing the door behind him. “Yous the only one that wes told since we JUST decided this.”

Kat titled her head in curiosity, her finger going to her lip in concentration. “What? Spill it Racetrack.” 

“SpotandIsdecidedourweddin’date.” He rushed out, eyes shut, anticipating her excitement. 

Kat laughed. “How about you repeat that, this time spacin’ out your words?” 

“Spot and Is decided our weddin’ date.” He could see the excitement building on Kat’s face. “October 17.” 

Looking around the room, she found her calendar, a giggle escaping her mouth. “A Tuesday, Race, really?” 

“Would you expect anything different?” 

Kat shook her head, pulling him into a hug. “If you and Spot were any other couple, yes I’d expect something different. However, you two have never followed anyone’s path, always makin’ it your own. Why that date though?” 

“It’ll be a day less than a year engaged.” Race smiled. “Spot’s words not mine. The bugger’s a little sentimental, if yous didn’t knows that.” 

Kat smiled. “He continues to pleasantly surprise me.” 

“Me too. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Race smiled. “I will needs yous help with all of this. Wes don’t know where wes getting married.” 

She nodded, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Come by this week and I’ll help. I’ve got some good ideas that’ll be perfect for you and Spot. But you two need to figure out if you want an indoor or outdoor venue.” 

Opening the door, Race stuck his head out the door, grinning at Spot. “Spot, for October, indoor or outdoor?” 

Looking up from Tommy, Spot’s eyes widened. “Ummm . . . Indoor. Is Kat cathootin’ with you?” 

“Of course she is.” Blowing a kiss to Spot, he closed the door again, only hearing Jack ask what was going on in October. “Indoor it is.” 

Kat clapped her hands in excitement. “Come by Wednesday after work and I’ll have some options for you two.” 

“Is haven’t said this lately, but thank yous Kat.” Race bit his lip. “Yous and Jack are the family neither Spot or Is had growin’ up and Is thankful yous my sister.” 

Tears clouded her eyes, as she smacked his shoulder. “Quit makin’ me cry Racetrack. I’m emotional already due to Tommy but you are being too sweet. You and Spot are just as much as family as we are to you. I was so excited for you two to meet Tommy. The rest of the newsies will meet him later this week but we knew you and Spot would meet him tonight or tomorrow.” 

At the sound of the door opening, Jack looked over at his wife and brother. “Do I need to pound Race for makin’ yous cry?” 

“Don’t you dare Jack Francis Kelly.” Kat’s eyes glared at him. “He just said something sweet and I’m an emotional mess.” 

Jack nodded. “Heard louds and clear. So Is hear yous havin’ a big party in October, on a Tuesday of all days.” 

“Yea Jackie. Yous free?” Race sat on the couch and gave his brother a big grin. “‘Cause bein’ a groomsman and all yous schedule will needs to be free.” 

Jack grinned. “For yous two, I’d clear the whole month if needs be. October 17 is a fine day for a weddin’.”

“A weddin’ that needs to be planned.” Spot and Race both groaned at the prospect of planning. 

Jack chuckled, nodding his head in sympathy. “With Kat’s it won’ts be so bad. She’s a master of plannin’ a weddin’.” 

“Thanks Jack.” Kat grinned, excited at helping plan the wedding of her brothers. “It’ll be the party of the year.” 

Race shook his head. “I thoughts that was Albert’s weddin’.” 

They all chuckled at that event - it was glitz and glam and very over the top but it worked well for the couple. 

Spot looked between Kat and Race. “Ous weddin’ will be nothin’ like that, clear?” 

Kat nodded, looking between Race and Spot. “That wedding would never fit for yous two. The simpler the better. And the actually weddin’ won’t be long - 30 minutes tops.” 

“Good.” Race threw his arm over Spot’s back, grinning at the newborn and enjoying the familiar feeling of the family enveloping him. Sammi, who was playing on the floor with her doll, climbed up in Race’s lap, gave him a hug, and mumbled “love you” before snuggling his chest. Smiling at Kat and Jack, Race settled. He was in his happy place and with those he loved most surrounding him. 

What do you think? Thomas Anthony Kelly is here. He will be making appearances throughout the rest of the series but the series will still focus very much on Race and Sammi as she grows older. If there’s anything you want to see, just send me a message and I’ll try to incorporate it. 

But the bigger news it that their wedding is the next part of the series. I haven’t started writing it yet so if there’s ANYTHING you want to see, send me a message. I have some ideas but it will be a couple of weeks before it’s posted! 

#The Many Adventures of Sammi & Race #Dancerlittle006 #newsies #fan fiction #writings #newsies fan fiction

[catbowserauthor]

KEEP IT SIMPLE—DBZ STORY

Wedding nights were supposed to be magical things, right? Yet that's not how Gohan and Videl's went. Maybe some much needed advice can smooth things over. And Gohan's always been able to ask his dad anything.., M for references but no explicit detail

OOO

Gohan glanced over at Videl, his new wife. She really was beautiful, her short hair had just started to grow out and she sat with her arms wrapped around her legs, watching television. There wasn’t much on but it was a distraction.

It took all of Gohan’s willpower not to curl into a ball, weeping to himself. This was their honeymoon! They were supposed to be doing all the things that new husbands and wives did. He’d looked forward to it and being as naive and old fashioned as he was, he’d been determined to wait.

Videl had smiled, said that “you don’t have to be old fashioned to wait” and so their wedding night, it had supposed to have been their first time together.

Except by the time all the eating and dancing and celebrating were over, all the two of them had wanted to do was sleep. It was a bit of a shot to their perceived view of what a wedding night should have been but they figured...better to explore that on the honeymoon anyway.

That’s what they were supposed to be doing. A trip around the world has sounded perfect. Stopping in specific places to explore was something they both could get behind. The rooms were quiet, isolated giving them both the privacy they were craving.

But after last night...

Gohan shuddered. He didn’t want a repeat of that. He’d made a promise to take care of Videl, to make her feel happy. He was not supposed to make her cry. Not like that anyway. He’d thought their first time would be beautiful, magical even.

But both of them had agreed to stop last night and much as they wanted to try again, there was an over whelming anxiety coloring them both that just didn’t make it desirable.

What to do?

Oh, he enjoyed anything they could do together. After all, he enjoyed HER. Anything beyond that was a perk.

But she’d been so excited too and he’d just broken that fantasy apart.

Moving, sitting up, Gohan stood and stretched. Videl turned to look towards him. “You okay, Gohan?” He caught them faint regret in her voice, the guilt she was trying to process even though she had no reason to.

“Yeah. Just antsy. Think I’ll walk a bit.” He grabbed his phone on the dresser and tucked it into his slacks. “Won’t be gone long. Maybe I’ll bring back something sweet from the hotel lounge.”

Her teasing giggle followed him “You know what I like, right?”

“Anything with chocolate or strawberry. Preferably together.”

“Yep. You know.”

Gohan let the door close behind him and ventured out, slinking out so he could walk the trees around the hotel. It wasn’t like the trees back home. These were more open and there were more fruit trees and smaller animals but nature was always where he went if distressed.

After wandering a bit, he stopped, took refuge on a fallen log and laid his head in his hands. How had he messed this up so badly? It was supposed to be simple! Everyone told him that it would be simple. That their bodies would figure it out for them.

On the one hand, that was true but on the other...last night had been a disaster and far as he was concerned, he HAD to figure out how to fix it. He was supposed to be so smart but right now, he felt like a complete moron.

He jumped a bit when the phone in his pocket vibrated. Digging it out, he found a short text message:

Hope you’re having fun! Make sure to eats lots of food for me! (Can you bring me any back?) Love, Dad

It made him smile, despite feeling more than a little down. So, he tapped out a quick Thx before dropping his arms, pondering a way to fix this. There had to be one. He and Videl loved each other, they were smart. They should have—

His phone buzzed to life again, this time with the faint da-daaa-da-da-da he’d assigned to his family. Turning the phone back over, he was greeted by the picture he’d snapped of his father at the engagement dinner: all smiles and surrounded with plates of food. The words “Dad Calling” illuminated the sparsely lit trees. After a moment delay, he clicked the answer button. “Hey Dad.”

“What’s wrong?”

OOO

Goku knew he probably shouldn’t have been bothering his son—ChiChi had said “I’m sure they’re ‘busy’ and the last thing they want is some parents butting in. Goku, they’re probably makin’ our grandbaby!”

But Goku had never been one that listened to what he necessarily should be doing. Besides, he meant it. He did hope they were having fun and if he remembered right, food on a honeymoon was always great. Would probably be even better for them since everyone knew who Videl was. Maybe Gohan could sneak him some back?

So when he got just a simple ‘thx’—not even the fully written word—all his senses kicked up. He left the little house, ventured outside and called his eldest’s number. For a moment, he wondered if Gohan would even answer but then he heard a grateful “Hey, Dad.”

“What’s wrong?” He asked immediately.

“Wrong?” Gohan was doing that parroting thing he liked to do. “What do you mean, Dad?”

“Don’t lie to me, son. You’re terrible at it.” He knew that better than anyone. Never had to worry if Gohan was being untruthful. He’d out himself first.

After a moment, sure enough, Gohan heaved the largest of sighs. “Dad, I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Whatcha talkin’ about?”

“I mean...I...well, we trying to...uh...” How did you tell your father that you sucked at sex? Maybe most people wouldn’t have even tried but Goku and Gohan told each other everything. Even that kind of stuff.

Goku smirked, despite himself at the boy’s fidgeting. “How ‘bout I come there? Less awkward.” He paused “Unless you’re talkin’ in the bathroom or something.”

“No. I took a walk outside...”

“Kay!” And just like that, Goku was gone.

OOO

When the air displaced in front of him and Gohan put away his phone, he was equal parts humiliated and relieved. He decided to go with the latter and as soon as Goku was solid, wrapped him in a tight hug.

“Hey, little man.” Goku returned it then pulled back, looked around. “Ooo, nice place! And...” he paused, sniffed. “Do they cook barbecue here?!”

Gohan laughed and it was oh so welcomed. Laughter always did wonders and his father never failed to create it. “Yeah, they do. It’s really good too.”

“Smells like it!” But then, just like that, he was back to the topic at hand, flopped down on the fallen log Gohan had been occupying and gently pulled his son down next to him. “So, what is it? I could feel your ki plummeting through that text and I’m not supposed to be able to do that.”

Gohan let out a stream of breath, grabbed the sides of his head. “I dunno what I’m doing wrong. I love her, she’s beautiful and I want to...but I hurt her Dad. I hurt her and I’m not supposed to hurt her and I thought I was doing it right but maybe I wasn’t and she wasn’t having fun and I wasn’t and—“

“Ayie, yie, yie!” Goku shook his head, threw his arm around his son’s shoulders. “First of all, no wonder! Your shoulders feel like a rock! You’re way too tense!”

Goku leaned over, “You’re WAY overthinking it, Son!” He paused, considered. “You said you hurt her. What happened?”

“I was...trying to...and she said it hurt. Like...really hurt. So I stopped.”

“Did you two just jump in bed and try to go at it?” No judgment just inquiry in his tone.

Gohan eyed him, a little baffled. “Well, yeah...”

Goku slapped his forehead, hands over his eyes. “No wonder it hurt. Probably wasn’t too comfy for you either if she was dry as a bone!” Goku shook his head, “Guess that’s kinda my fault though. Never thought about talkin’ about this with you.”

Gohan shrugged. “Videl and I just figured we knew. I mean, we learned about all the sex stuff in school and—“

“And it didn’t teach you nothing. Just what happens. More to it than that, son.” Goku leaned back. “What does she like? You don’t gotta tell me but what makes her get all squirmy?”

Gohan blinked. “You mean what...turns her on?” Man, this felt weird to discuss with his father yet also comforting. It was nice to have someone that wouldn’t judge him.

“Exactly. I KNOW if you let your accent out, she likes that. Started noticing that when you guys were datin.’” He eyed his son “So do that. What else does she like?”

“We....didn’t talk about that.”

“Well, there’s your first problem.” Goku shook his head again. “Dunno why you guys are so worried ‘bout talkin’ over this stuff. You gotta know what she likes ‘fore you can give it to her. And girls sometimes take a little bit to warm up. Don’t mean you’re doin’ nothing wrong, just how they are.”

That was encouraging. “So...we hafta be excited for a little bit first?”

“Yep. It’ll make her wet and then it won’t hurt so much. Will probably still hurt a little the first time. Just go slow and ask her what she needs and you’ll be fine. Oh!” Goku dug in his shirt and tossed a small bottle at his son. “Try that too. Just in case.”

Gohan had never seen lube before. Not in person anyway. The fact his father was giving it to him was even more unnerving. “Dad...”

“Don’t matter how long you been doing it; that stuff helps. Especially when you’re still figuring each other out.” When he’d gotten a hint of what a Gohan might have been upset about, he’d grabbed it from the pile of presents they were holding for the couple. He didn’t know who’d gifted it—Roshi or Bulma. But a good thought, regardless!

Gohan turned it over in his hand. “...Thanks.”

“You worry too much.” Goku remarked. “You and Videl are gonna figure out what works for you. Don’t matter what everyone else says it should be. They ain’t you. Explore a little bit, Gohan. Play out some fantasies. I know you have some. See what she likes. See what you like. Figure it out together. And stop being so hard on yourself!”

Hearing it out loud helped some, more than Gohan wanted to admit. “And if it doesn’t work?”

Goku shrugged. “Just means it didn’t work. Don’t mean you’re broken or nothing. Try different stuff. Sometimes she’ll get all druggy-happy. Sometimes you will. But you don’t hafta be every time. Don’t mean you’ve failed, okay?” Goku reached over, turned his son by the chin. “Get all those stupid movies and books outta your head, okay? They ain’t true so don’t chase something that’s fake, ‘kay?”

Gohan nodded, “Okay.”

Goku stood, pulled Gohan up and ruffled his hair. “Might help her if she tops. She can control the speed better that way and it won’t hurt so much. That’s how your mom likes it—“

“DAD! I appreciate the advice but I didn’t need to know THAT!” Gohan shuddered visibly. Did not need THAT image.

Goku just grinned, that teasing grin of his. “But first, you gotta relax. She’s gotta relax. Ain’t gonna get nowhere if you’re all just bunched muscles.” He looked towards the hotel. “Bring her back some sweets or a drink or something. Just...be together. Talk. Stop holdin’ yourself to some stupid standard. Keep it simple.”

Gohan nodded again, feeling significantly less worried and guilty than he did before. He felt encouraged. Enthusiastic even. “Thanks, Dad. I mean it.”

Goku grinned, hugged the boy, laid his forehead on his. “You can always come ask me, Kiddo.”

“I know.” He did know too. “Thanks.”

The two parted and Gohan called as he walked back, “Hey Dad!”

The Saiyan turned. “Huh?”

“I’m gonna grab some drinks for me and Videl. They have this really good barbecue that’d be a shame for them to throw away...”

Goku all but squealed. “Really?!”

“Sure. Tell ‘em to charge it to my room.”

“Woo hoo!”

The night fell away to quiet and dark. One Saiyan spent a good hour wiping out what remained of the day’s barbecue. But oddly enough, left abruptly, stating only “Welp, that’s my cue to go,” rather suddenly but with a wide smile on his face.

Another Saiyan, after trial and error, laughter and tears, finally figured out what all the fuss was about. When he saw her face light up, felt her ki do things that he wasn’t even aware it was capable of, he surmised that his father had been right.

No high expectations, no beating themselves down. Just him and Videl. Seeing what they could do and it turned out, bodies chiseled by martial arts could do a lot. Seeing what made her quiver, what made him laugh like a moron and what made them cling to each other, sweaty, tired but oh so satisfied.

“Keep it simple,” he breathed into the night.

Videl leaned over, above him, planting a kiss along his jawline. “Oh? I’d like to do a little more than that...”

Grinning at her, face painted with sweat, Gohan replied, “Well, donch’a stop on ma account.”

She didn’t.

#dragonball #dbz #gohan and goku #i love daddy goku #father son #goku #goku loves gohan #gohan and videl #naive gohan is adorable #sometimes you need some advice #wedding jitters

[givemedahoran]

My Kind Of Crazy

Inspired by this song

Special thanks to @wdmsusie for being an absolute gem and reading over this for me and giving me some advice as it is my first piece of writing. I hope you all enjoy!

••••••••••

Sadie and Niall’s relationship was one people wrote songs about. Hell, Niall wrote a whole album about it. The two were madly in love practically from the day they met. And despite the fact that Sadie could be wild and crazy at times, it made Niall love her even more. She was the perfect kind of crazy for him.

“Love, what are you doing? I’m trying to watch the game!” Niall said trying his best to sound annoyed, but he couldn’t stop the smile that was threatening his face.

Sadie was stood there in one of Niall’s old Led Zeppelin t-shirts that was far too big for her small frame. “Come on Ni,” she pleaded, “You have been watching these damn games all day long!”

“It’s the World Cup Semi-Finals babe, what d’ya expect? I promise this is the last game, and then we can turn on any movie you want and maybe even order some takeout.” Niall pleaded with her whilst trying to maneuver his head around her to see the screen.

Sadie huffed, not happy with the answer, and walked off into the kitchen. A few moments later an idea came to her, and she immediately headed to Niall’s in-home studio and grabbed one of his guitars. She padded down the hallway and back out to the living room where Niall hadn’t moved an inch since she left.

“Look baby,” Sadie said, grabbing Niall’s attention as she walked further into the room, “I’m a rockstar, just like you!”

Niall couldn’t hide it any longer. He busted out laughing as he watched Sadie hold the guitar upside down and tried to play it as a “rockstar” would.

If it were any other person tearing Niall away from one of the biggest footie games of the year, he would have been extremely annoyed but it was Sadie and he was so in love with her that he couldn’t possibly get mad even if he tried.

Giving up on watching the game, he sat back as she not only held the guitar upside down, but attempted to play chords that didn’t even exist and danced around in front of their television singing the words to one of his songs. Niall pulled out his phone and turned the flashlight on, waving it around as if he were at a concert which made her chuckle, but she carried on with her performance. At the end of the song she strummed the guitar quickly a few times before yelling out “THANK YOU LOS ANGELES AND GOODNIGHT EVERYBODY!”

Niall jumped up off the couch giving her a round of applause, shouting “Yeah, rock on baby!” Sadie burst into a fit of giggles as she removed the guitar from around her neck and placed it on the coffee table in front of her. Niall rounded the table to come up behind her as he wrapped his fingers around her waist and rested his head on her shoulder. “Hey love, when you are done with your little concert can I come backstage and get ya to autograph that t-shirt of mine you're wearin’?”

Sadie bit her lower lip to keep in the giggles as she nodded her head, “I suppose so,” she said, turning around in Niall’s arms so she was now facing him. Niall smiled wide, “Great, promise I’ll never wash it again.” He said with a wink. This time Sadie couldn’t keep in her laugh as she leaned forward to press a giggly kiss on his lips.

Later that afternoon once the game had finished Niall hollered out to Sadie letting her know that she could come down so they could watch their movie. Moments later she entered now wearing a pair of jean shorts and slip on sandals with the t-shirt of Niall’s still on. “Whatcha doin’?” Niall asked, “You’re dressed like you’re goin’ somewhere.”

“Well I was thinkin’, since it is such a nice day and we have been cooped up in the house for most of it, why don’t we go out and just take a drive down to Malibu like we used to. We haven’t done that in forever!”

As much as Niall just wanted to relax and spend the rest of the day on his couch, he couldn’t resist that look on Sadie’s face where she would poke out her bottom lip and look at him with her big brown eyes. “I suppose a little drive wouldn’t hurt.” He said, causing Sadie’s face to light up. Before he knew it, she was pulling him up off the couch and ushering him to their bedroom so he could change into proper clothes that he could leave the house in.

The drive to Malibu from Niall’s place in Hollywood Hills was a little less than an hour which meant there was plenty of time for Sadie and Niall to have one of their car jam sessions. Niall had created a playlist on Spotify that was titled “Just for Sadie” and it was all of their favorite songs to blast in the car and sing along to. As soon as they got on the open road of the Pacific Coast Highway, Sadie would roll down the windows and turn the radio up loud. She would slip off her sandals and rest her bare feet on the dash.

Niall watched as she danced around in the passenger seat, not able to keep still for even a second. Suddenly the volume lowered and Niall turned to look at Sadie. He knew that devilish look she had on her face which meant she was up to something. “What is it?” He asked suspiciously. “I was thinkin’, can I drive on the way back?” Niall barked out a laugh and shook his head, “Love, you do know that this is a stick shift right? Remember what happened last time?” Niall’s mind flashed back to the first time Sadie insisted he teach her stick shift in case there was ever a situation where she needed to drive his car. They went to an empty parking lot and within 10 minutes Sadie had gotten so frustrated over the fact that the car stalled nearly every time she pressed the gas, that she gave up and refused to ever try again.

“I know, but I feel like now I am more prepared and I’m ready to try it again.” She said with a hopeful look in her eyes. Again, it was one of those looks she could give Niall that would make him cave in to anything. There wasn’t a single argument they could have that she wouldn’t win if she pulled out that look. “Alright fine, but how about we just stick with a parking lot again today? Not quite sure if you are ready to drive on the highway.” Sadie seemed satisfied with that answer and turned the radio back up as she laid her head in Niall’s lap for the rest of the drive.

They finally arrived to one of their favorite little beaches in Malibu that was away from the main beach and quite secluded. Niall had yet to be recognized there as not many people knew about it and were hardly ever there. The two headed down to the water’s edge just as the sun began to set over the ocean. Niall laid out the blanket he always left in the trunk of his car for their impromptu beach visits. Sadie sat in between Niall’s outstretched legs and rested her back against his chest. Despite his not wanting to go at first, Niall felt himself relax and enjoy this time he had spent here in peace with Sadie. His life was so fast paces that he often forgot to just sit back and enjoy the little things in life like watching the sunset on the beach with the girl of his dreams.

The two sat there for a while, even after the sun had set, just having mindless conversations and enjoying each other’s company.

“So tour’s starting soon...” Niall said, his words trailing off as he subtly tried to introduce the subject. He knew how much Sadie hated talking about him leaving because while he was off traveling the world, meeting fans, and performing his songs, she was in their big house all alone doing the same work every day.

“Yeah, just another month or so right?” She spoke, trying not to sound too sad as she knew it would upset Niall, but she couldn’t help it. Niall’s 2017 tour was far shorter than this one would be and she already found that as a struggle.

“Hey gorgeous, you know we will be alright. I have a few weeks in May and June where I will be able to come back home. And you will come out and visit me a few times, ya?”

She sighed, “I know, it’s just I have gotten so used to you being home that it’s gonna be hard to be without you again.”

Niall’s heart broke and while he wished she could just come on tour with him, he knew he could never ask her to give up her job and life in LA for that long. He didn’t know what to say that could make her feel any better so he just did what he knew best and held her to his chest, pressing soft kisses to the top of her head as they listened to the waves lap up on the beach.

Their hunger began to set in, so they decided to hit up a little café before heading home. It was nearing 11 o’clock by the time they got back and both of them were exhausted. They decided to call it a night and head to bed. Sadie was out as soon as her head hit the pillow, but you wouldn’t know it based off all the moving and shuffling she did in her sleep. When the two first started dating, Niall couldn’t stand it. For the first hour after she was asleep, Sadie would not stop moving. She would steal the covers off Niall’s side and on a few occasions she had rolled Niall off the bed. However, over time it became one of the the little quirks he had learned to love about her. And although he wouldn’t admit it, when he was on tour and in a big hotel bed all by himself, he missed her movements that would keep him up because without them it reminded him she wasn’t there. At this point, they had been together for so long that Niall learned to just sleep through her restlessness.

The next morning Sadie was up before Niall which was not unusual at all. She was a total morning person and was usually up with the sun, whereas Niall would sleep until noon everyday if he could. Sadie quietly slipped out of bed, changed into some workout clothes, went for a run, and cooked the two of them breakfast all while Niall stayed fast asleep. She entered their room and set the tray of breakfast down on the dresser, heading over to Niall’s side of the bed. Her fingers gently brushed his brown locks off his forehead as she whispered, “Wake up sleepyhead.” Niall moaned and groaned but finally opened his eyes, a lazy smile forming on his face. “Mmm, good morning gorgeous. What time is it?” He mumbled, his raspy morning voice clearly evident. “Half past ten. I made you some breakfast.” The smile on Niall’s face expanded as he sat up further in bed and pressed a kiss to Sadie’s lips, “Thank you my love.”

“Of course darling, and happy anniversary.” Sadie said with a smile.

“Happy anniversary Love.” He said, finally taking in what she was wearing. Sadie was still in her running shorts but had taken off her top so she was just in a sports bra. Over top she wore one of Niall’s aprons that he had gotten as a gag gift for Christmas from Deo. It read “May I Suggest the Sausage?” with a cartoon hand pointing downward.

Niall busted out laughing at her attire and she immediately broke out into giggles as well when she followed Niall’s eyes to the apron. “Uh love, I don’t think it was intended for you to be wearing that apron.”

“Hm, well if you were the one wearing it, let me just say I would gladly accept the sausage.” She said with a wink.

Niall’s mouth gaped open, “Come here ya nutter,” he chuckled before reaching his arms out and pulling Sadie down on top of him, her screaming out giggles.

The rest of the morning, the two lounged in bed eating the breakfast Sadie made and sharing sweet kisses every now and then. Sadie got up to grab the two more coffee and Niall sat there thinking about how insanely lucky he was to have her in his life. Although she tended to be extremely energetic and at times drove him crazy, she was his type of crazy that he wouldn’t change for the world.

#niall horan #niall horan imagine #niall horan one shot #niall horan blurb #niall horan fluff #one direction #one direction one shot #one direction blurb #my writing #niall horan fanfiction

[firefly-hwufanficwriter-blog]

(Fanfic) The Time Traveler (Chapter 03)

April 05, 2017, Wednesday [#103]

My masterlists: [Fanfiction.] [Fan edits.]

Title: The Time Traveler (Chapter 03) (Slight MC/Jake)

Chapter Three summary: As Sean prepares to go to the La Huerta observatory alone, it is Jake, and not MC, who talks to him - and gives him a surprising lecture.

Story summary: Using a time travel gun prototype, Jake McKenzie travels back to the past. By encouraging friendships between everybody to build up trust and teach each other skills, he hopes to stop a terrible future from happening.

Links to previous two (02) chapters: [01] [02]

Chapter Three: Unexpected Advice

Sean looked around his room, searching for something. After the party, most of the people had gone to their rooms, but Sean, already knowing what he wanted to do, had grabbed things that would help him in his plans.

After a minute, he found the rope and placed it in his backpack. Sean would have to leave soon. He planned on slipping out a back door early so that he would be on his way before anybody knew it.

Turning to look at his open door to try to see if it would creak on his way out, he was startled to see Jake standing several feet away, just outside the open door.

Internally, Sean sighed.

He was willing to believe that Jake was a good guy, but for somebody who was ex-military, he was pretty lazy and self-centered. He should have been the person everybody could depend on - instead, he wasted his time lounging by the pool and taking naps when he could have been investigating with the rest of them instead.

“Whatcha doin’ over there, Quarterback?”

“Nothing, Jake,” Sean replied, annoyed. All he wanted was for the other man to leave so that he could resume his packing. He had to concentrate so that he wouldn’t forget anything, and a distraction like this really didn’t help.

The pilot made a disbelieving noise. “Doesn’t look like nothing,” he said, stepping into the room and walking to Sean’s bag to take a peek inside. “Rope, flashlight, helmet? Nope, definitely not nothing.”

Even more irritated now, Sean grabbed the bag and pulled it away from Jake. “Why do you even care?”

“Because I know what you’re planning on doing - and I’m going to stop you.”

Sean stared at Jake in horror. He was a traitor?

So that was why he didn’t want to help; he was in on whatever this whole thing was. The whole “trying to get to his airplane” thing was probably an act to build up trust. His plane had been destroyed, but maybe getting a new plane was part of the deal he made with... them.

Not privy to Sean’s thoughts, Jake scooted over and looked into the bag again. The football player didn’t notice, his mind still racing.

But why would anybody send Jake to try to get in with him and his classmates? And why target them in the first place? Who was in charge of this whole thing? He had to do something. Jake was here all alone with him. He would just act first and explain later to everybody. One good punch should-

“I mean, it’s good that you thought of bringing gear, but this is all wrong.”

That was not what Sean had been expecting.

“...What?”

Jake started taking items out of Sean’s bag, critiquing each thing as he did so.

“This rope is about twenty feet long, which is pretty much useless if you’re climbing up a mountain - or volcano, in this case. If you tie yourself to anything with rope this short, you wouldn’t get the leverage you need to pull yourself up if you fall. You’d be hanging forever from the side of the volcano, like a string of sausages at a butcher shop.”

He continued.

“This flashlight is fine - if you’re playing hide and seek outside by the pool. You need a heavy-duty flashlight with you since mountains have all sorts of holes and small caverns that you could fall into if you’re not careful. Don’t skimp on the light just because you think you’ll be back here before nightfall. And don’t even get me started on that helmet you found. If a rock even as small as your fist drops from higher up, that thin plastic won’t save you from a concussion. And did you even pack a first aid kit?”

Extremely shocked, Sean repeated dumbly, “What?”

The pilot dumped out all of the contents of the bag onto the floor. “I know you heard me.”

“I did,” Sean replied, still surprised, “but I didn’t expect you to be so... helpful.”

Jake shrugged.

“Maybe I’ve had a change of heart. Besides, somebody has to give you some advice. Being a Boy Scout for six years may have taught you a few things,” he smirked, “but your survival knowledge could use an upgrade or two.”

“Hey!” the football player protested - then laughed. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

Looking at the items on the floor critically, Jake observed, “You had the right idea to gather this stuff, but you need more durable equipment for what you’re planning. And there’s something else you need. Something very important.”

Sean’s brow furrowed. “What’s that?”

“Backup,” said Jake seriously. “You’re probably trying to protect everybody by going alone, but doing this without any help is just stupid. You may be good with football, but I don’t think that’s going to help when it comes to figuring out a satellite uplink.”

That was true. Maybe Sean could climb up the volcano, but what would he do once he got there? What if the observatory was sealed, or needed some kind of password? He would need help.

“Well, have fun on your scavenger hunt, Quarterback,” Jake said, getting up and walking towards the door. “I’m going to go back to sleep. I’ll need to be well-rested to run in case a dinosaur decides it wants pilot for lunch tomorrow. Don’t forget to pack nonperishable food for everybody.”

Casually waving goodbye without looking back, Jake sauntered out of the room, leaving Sean surprised, confused... and grateful.

As Sean looked for paper and a pen so that he could write down a list of what equipment he needed to look for, he wondered - how did Jake know that Sean had been a Boy Scout for six years?

He shrugged. Maybe Jake had just thought that Sean had seemed like the Boy Scout type, or something.

(End of Chapter Three.) (Word count: 999 words.)

Chapter Three notes: (B01-C08.) Jake found Sean while the MC was still asleep. By the time she woke up, Sean was out looking for better equipment, so they never had the talk they had in the game. I’ve been reading posts about Sean not getting enough credit, or being written into a story only to make the MC jealous, so I wanted to give him some of the spotlight in this chapter. And Jake made another slip of the tongue like he did with Diego… poor guy!

Author’s note: By the way, receiving 🦄🦄 comments 🦄🦄 on my fanfiction lets me know that YOU are interested in reading more... 😊😎 Nudge nudge, wink wink 😀😋

(Waiting for H.W.U. to come back, forever and always; 05/04/17.)

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So it formatted weird in this post but here’s the story I had to write for school that has taken up my entire Saturday for two weeks running now. this is just a rough draft, but feel free to leave feedback

  Monsters At Tea Time

Written and illustrated by

Sydney Jones

The golden sun shone warmly through the bedroom curtains,

waking the two siblings.

      “Get up, get up Zay,” giggled Lacy, jumping on her older brother

Xavier’s bed.

“It’s the first day of summer break, sleepy head! School’s out!”  

she exclaimed, now dancing around the bedroom floor.

    “Lemme ‘lone,” protested Xavier, pulling the covers over his head,

but failing to fall back asleep.

“But breakfast is already on the table, and Mom made waffles!

Ya know what, you can just stay in bed weirdo, and I’ll eat all of the

waffles myself, ”  she  grinned mischievously, running down the hall.

“Not if I can help it,” yelled Xavier, rolling out of bed with a thud

and chasing after his sister.  

Later that morning, as the whole family sat around the breakfast

table enjoying the delicious waffles, Mom stood up.

“Alright guys, I have an exciting announcement!  Your dad and I

have a big business trip in a few days, and we will be gone for quite

awhile.  So as  a special treat to make up for us not being able to take

a family vacation  this year, we are sending you to London all summer!  

Isn't it exciting!  You both will stay at  Aunt Holly’s enormous old town

house, and she cant wait to see you!”

Xavier and Lacy looked at each other in horror.

“LONDON?!?“,  they exclaimed together.

“But what about playing baseball, and hanging with my

friends, and grilling out, and swimming at the pool? I was supposed to-”

Xavier angrily asserted , only to be interrupted by Lacy, loudly voicing

her own similar complaints.

“Quiet!” , yelled Dad over the din of the two kids. “Now I know

that you  guys were excited for summer vacation, but this will be a

good educational experience for you both. Now go get packed,

because your flight leaves at eight tonight, and it’ll be a long one.”

After a lengthy flight from Tennessee , which they slept through

the majority of, Lacy and Xavier arrived in London around two in the

afternoon the next day, and found Aunt Holly eagerly awaiting their

arrival at the airport.

“ ‘Ello Poppets, how’s it goin’ wi’ ya?” , she exclaimed as she

gathered the two appalled kids into a bear hug.

“What on Earth did she just call us?” questioned Lacy with a

raised eyebrow, blowing a big bubble with her gum which popped

loudly as she turned to Xavier.

“Who cares, there’s no telling what half of anything

these crazy people are saying. Look, they drive on the wrong side of the road too,” grumbled Xavier as Aunt Holly excitedly dragged them

through the airport, happily rambling about all of the things she had

planned for them to see before tea, and her plans for the next day

also.  

“What in the world, Zay feel the weather, this is insane! It is

sunny, but it feels like September back home, why it must be in the

60’s,” Lacy exclaimed with a slight shiver and a disappointed frown.

“So much for the pool.”

“I know, and look, our weird aunt is carrying around an umbrella

and a raincoat in the sunshine. Hey, watch it!”, Xavier quipped as Aunt

Holly, oblivious to  their conversation, hailed a cab, gathered their bags

into the “boot” of it , as she called the  trunk, and cheerily squished

herself and the children inside.

“A’ight mate?” , asked the cabbie with a lopsided grin.  

“Just peachy, ya sweet?” replied Aunt Holly with a smile.

 “Doin’ a’ight mam. Where can I take ya today?”

 “The nearest restaurant please, I don't believe these poor things

have had a bite all day.”

 Lacy and Xavier exchanged another confused look as the

cabbie weaved in and out of the busy London traffic. Soon after, they

arrived at a restaurant, where Aunt Holly ordered a fish and chips dish

for the three of them to snack on.    

`    “What’re fish and chips?”  asked Xavier.  

      “Its fried fish and chips,” said Aunt Holly.

     “Gross, I wish I could just get a Big Mac and some chicken

Mcnuggets,” complained Xavier.

When the food arrived however, once again Lacy and Xavier were

confused, because they had gotten french fries instead of chips!

“That’s not chips!” exclaimed Lacy.

 “Oh, I forget that you all aren't familiar with our terms. Here in

London, chips are french fries,” explained Aunt Holly.

After eating, they walked down to the tube station, which Aunt

Holly told them is the British term for the subway. They weren't

listening though.

“Come along poppets, onto the tube. Mind the gap there,”

warned Aunt Holly, helping them get themselves and their bags onto

the train.

Lacy turned to Xavier, and asked “What in the world did she just

call the train?”

“I think she called it a tube. How weird,” stated Xavier.

Finally, after a short ride on the train, they got off and walked a

few  minutes until they arrived at Aunt Holly’s huge old town

house.

 “Okay sweets, we’re here. Home sweet home,” chirped Aunt Holly with a happy smile, welcoming them in.

“I have to go make ready for a friend or two who are coming over

for tea, but here are your bags, and your rooms are down the hall.  You

can explore anywhere you like, but the TV doesn't work so don't mess

with that.  

It’s a grand ole place, and I’m sure you two will enjoy it.  Cheerio,”

smiled Aunt Holly, waving goodbye and leaving Lacy and Xavier to

their own means.

 “Come on Zay, let’s go find a treasure map or something. This

place is huge dude, I’ll bet those stairs go to a creepy attic or

something,” Lacy yelled back to Xavier, running off before he could

stop her.

“Hey Lacy, wait! This place gives me the creeps, let’s not go find the

creepy attic. Plus we still have to put our bags up,” insisted Xavier.

“What’s wrong, you scared?” Lacy laughed with with a smirk,

tossing her messy black ponytail and starting back up the stairs.

“Catch me if you can slowpoke!”

“Me, a slowpoke? You’re the slowpoke!” he yelled out, chasing

Lacy up to the attic door at the top of the stairs.

They got to the door, and finding it jammed, Xavier and Lacy both

went to  ram into it. At the same time, the door disappeared, and they

both fell for a few seconds through the darkness, and landed with a

thud on something rough and spongy.

Xavier elbowed Lacy, and exclaimed  “Lacy! Look around! Where

are we? Where’d the door go?”

Shocked, Lacy and Xavier looked around at the wonderful land they

had fallen into.

Together, they marveled at the purple sky, the electric blue moss

that covered the ground, and watched as huge monsters waddled,

thumped, and slithered by without paying them notice.

“How did we get here?!?” exclaimed Lacy.

“Where even is ‘here’?!?” stammered Xavier, just as a particularly

large lumpy looking monster plodded over towards them.

“What’re you ork-blorks supposed to be, an’ whatcha doing

standing there like rocks in tha slithering lane for?” bellowed the

monster.

“W-w-w-e-e  are lost, and we don’t know h-h-how we got here. Hey lemme go!” yelled a very frightened Xavier, as the monster picked up Lacy and Xavier, and plodded back across the  monster traffic with them. He roughly tossed Lacy and Xavier on the spongy ground, telling them to be more careful  to pay attention that they followed monster rules, and that crossing the street was the only help that Lacy and Xavier would be getting from This Monster.

“ But we don't even know the monster rules! Plus why should we learn your rules, you guys should do what we do. This whole place is totally weird!” replied Lacy, as the monster thumped off. Jst then, a sleek black cat gracefully sauntered over to the children, and reprimanded Lacy for what she had said. And yes, the cat can talk. Lacy and Xavier are in another world, after all.

“You’ll never get back to London acting like that, much less Tennessee. I am your Aunt Holly’s cat, and if you want to leave you must listen to me- your phones won’t work here, might as well put them away- and be polite to the monsters here. You both must want to learn about new things and people both her and in London before you can go home, and then you must listen while I teach you,” remarked the cat.

The two shocked kids listened eagerly, and after secretly talking about what they would do, Lacy and Xavier decided to get home, they be open to trying new things, instead of calling them weird.

Now that they were ready to learn, the cat wasted no time in beginning to teach. She took them to a restaurant that mysteriously looked like the one Aunt Holly had taken them to, except this time, Lacy and Xavier were happy to try the odd new food without calling it weird.

“Good job poppets, now to the next bit of the lesson. Every place in the world has its own way of talking, and instead of just ignoring them, if you don’t understand something just ask,” stated the cat.

“Okay, I have a question then,” asked Lacy, “What in the world does poppet mean?”

“Poppet is just a nice, sweet, caring way of saying friend, dude, fellow,” answered the cat.

They then spent the next few hours learning the slang and words of the monsters. For example, they learned that an ork-blork was a stranger in monster speak. Who knew! The kids spent the rest of the day walking all over the beautiful new world they had stumbled into, following the cat and learning all about everything they saw from her. At the end of the day, the cat turned to them and congratulated them on all they had learned. Now all they had to do, the cat told them, was to continue to learn and be positive about new people and how they lived when they got back to their own world. Opening a magical door, Lacy and Xavier walked through, only to find themselves back at the stairs, in the room where they had first discovered the world. But all that was behind the door at the top of the stairs now was a dusty old study.

“There you two silly things are, come along now! It’s time for tea and I would simply love to introduce you to my guests,” sang Aunt Holly, much to the astonishment of the children, who realized that hardly any time at all had passed since they left.

Happily, Xavier and Lacy, left with Aunt Holly, now excited about the rest of their summer, and all of the new and different things in London to see and learn about.