#i considered 'into the water' and 'into the wet' but i didnt want to fuck up the text spacing especially bc i had to do it by hand

[bluejaybytes]

warrior branchs

#splatoon #warrior cats #wc #warriors #my art #cant work on any of my preexisting WIPs bc im too tired but i CAN impulsively decide to do a silly redraw of the into the wild cover- #-bc i was talking about what sort of animal would be equivalent to cats in the splatoon universe #why not. why the hell not #anyways time to decide which of my sploon OCs gets to read warrior branchs. #also yes this is actual decipherable text but i didnt put anything funny in it sorry #i considered 'into the water' and 'into the wet' but i didnt want to fuck up the text spacing especially bc i had to do it by hand #anyways. slougs ^

[ivanzplaid]

Headcanons for Billy Lenz pretty please

BILLY i love billy lenz so much, he means the world to me🫶 and of course i can, there will be general hcs & romantic hcs because hes funky and i love it

requests are open, masterlist is up!

Billy Lenz Headcanons!

( Gn Reader )

Warnings: Mentions of murder, Mentions of animal murder, Over-Protective behavior

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General Hcs

some may jump to the conclusion that he smells like shit but i am a firm believer that he smells like dust, attic, and firewood, he may not seem clean but if he can live in an attic without being smelled he cannot be that bad right

imitates animals he sees; whatever it is, he loves to mimic it, whether he walks or jumps like it, or makes the same noises, he is in touch with his natural side

bites the wood in the attic, he loves to naw on things and use his teeth

loves to decorate his own little space, it may be small but he thinks its festive

i know he kills any company he has, but before he does he loves to have a fun time, whether that be ranting at 60 mph or playing with their hair, clothes, etc.

i hc hes queer, doesnt gaf who or what you are hes happy to have you with him

definitely a biter

he throws stuff everywhere, he is a very energetic guy

he does have witts to him, hes clever in his own sense

steals clothes from people but rarely changes his normal outfit, it brings him comfort and stability

does not like major change/doesnt take it well

although he loves animals please do not give him a pet, he means well but will kill it

considers the way he kills his victims 'art'

oddly strong for his build, you would not think he has muscle but he does

will scream-sing to music if you put it on

has an internal dilemma for his sense of self, but doesnt really acknowledge it

fucking hates cooking, he screams loudly if he gets burned or if he doesnt like what he made

afraid of large bodies of water

an absolute GOAT at hunting with his hands, he is the scavenger and the hunter of the year

his hair is oddly soft, but he the only time he washes it is if it gets tremendously dirt or if it gets wet by something else

prob was chased by animal control more than once

Dating Hcs

sticks to you like gum in hair, is really obsessed with you and be is not afraid to let you know

if he could hed spend his time on your back allday everyday

no sense of boundaries, you will have to teach him, he may be upset or not understand at first but he just wants you to be happy around him so he will catch on

terrible ass gift giver holy shit

dead animal?? no billy i dont want it, flowers or a card would be better thank you

he gets overjoyed when you show him love, he is the happiest man on earth

loves to hold your hand, grab your face, hold your hair, and if you do those to him hes gonna freak out in joy

does not sleep well, you will find him wandering around at night or cuddling close to you

you made him food? its gone within seconds

will eat it no matter how burnt or terrible it is, probably the best mea hes had in years

does not know how to comfort you well, but will console you silently if thats what youd like

makes you wear his clothes

lordy he will be so happy if you rant to him, fascinated by whatever you choose to speak about

is a very expressive person, jumps up and down when you come home from school or work

never a dull moment, talks to you like theres no tomorrow

loves to play and touch your hair, immersed in how it feels / what it looks like

sensitive man, you will comfort him a lot and he will latch onto you

loves to celebrate the holidays with you, if you celebrate something he didnt know of, count him in, hes now the life of the party for whatever you practice

if you read to him he does his best to focus on you

is more than happy to have you wash or style his hair, that is his thing🙏

is interested in all your hobbies and personal life, he is your #1 fan now

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i made these up throughout the day and i cannot get over him smh, hope you like it!! :)

requests are open, masterlist is up!

#billy lenz #black christmas #black christmas 1974 #slasher x you #slasher x reader #slasher #horror #billy #headcanons

[thephloxbayou]

Im so fucking angry.

I wasnt going to talk about going per protocol but this was so fucking lame it doesn't matter. It was never a threat or a blink on existence.

I went to a local vigil for Aaron Bushnell.

Now, a few things. This is my first time getting to go to anything like this. I have a sleep disorder, and I work nights. Usually activist groupings tend to happen last minute/you find out last minute. I'm far from Boston, on Cape Cod (I've mentioned where i lived generally before hence why I dont mind saying it here), and it's an ordeal to go even for fun. Things rarely happen on days I have off, and if they do, i probably worked the night before or have to that night. I cant take work off, im poor and its hard to get last minute coverage without my job being at risk.

But I found out yesterday about the local vigil. I rested up well before my shift, did it and came home and got very little sleep. But I could manage and that was the point, I could so I should. I had clothes prepped, black bloc even though i didnt expect anything to happen, and dressed for the cold and rain (its closer to 50 today). My phone was at home, my ID and house key in the car, parked some ways away and walked, only had my car key, a water bottle, and a few fruit snacks on me. It started at 1pm but I got there at 2 (lack of sleep plus making sure to eat a good meal just in case rather than run out on a near empty stomach).

I didnt expect a ton, this area is wealthy and white, but I wanted to be ready if anyone of color got harrassed because I have my privilege as a white person. Good to practice anyways. I also felt like maybe the gathering would have more energy, given that it came out that Aaron was a Cape Cod native. Either way, I was prepared to stand outside all day even if the rain that was forecasted was pouring down.

Well I walk up at 2... and they're wrapping up. Everyone (like 45 people) is standing around with signs, but theyre chatting and holding the signs down at their sides. They took a group photo with their signs calling for an end to this horribleness while smiling. I finally managed to say hello to the organizer, and mentioned that I didn't realize everyone would only be here for an hour. "Well it started to rain really hard." People stood around and talked about their anger at our government, and the horrors of whats happening in Palestine, then left because they were cold and it was wet (was listening to conversations and goodbyes. I was wandering on my own, everyone else was with friends). I heard the organizer talking about how he just vacationed in Costa Rica and was going back, then going to some other vacation spot.

My husband was surprised when I came home basically right after I left. I am so deeply angry by how comfortable these people out here are. This is not the first time Ive complained about that, i grew up with a hard life, we came out here on an opportunity, so I wouldnt off myself in the bad situation we had been in, and with his mother's help where she could (he grew up here). Ive never felt comfortable here because these people are living in a different world than I do, and even people who are just normal people and not some rich asshole look at me weird when I say stuff that I consider perfectly normal given where i grew up/class level. You're so angry over this, over the pain the people of Palestine are going through, that you go through the effort of organizing an event, and you stand around and talk about your "anger," and then you LEAVE after an hour because it's a little cold (warmest day we've had in weeks) and it's raining, which was forecasted and you could prepare for???

I havent calmed down. I cant go back to sleep cuz I already took my adderall which i need to stay awake on any regular day with that sleep disorder. I went ready for a fight, I wasnt expecting one but I was prepared, and expected at least a little energy from the group. But nothing. You accomplished nothing but making yourselves feel better.

I wish I could do more. I wish I had money to donate. I wish I had the ability to go physically support activist movement. All just like I wish I could during the summer of 2020. Im constantly torn between recognizing my position and suffering as valid and not a reason to beat myself up for not being able to do more, and feeling like I'm not doing enough and it's just excuses. But I just... cant fucking believe everyone I saw today. I mean yeah, i believe it, i know, i knew, but im just still furious. This is why we're in this fucking position people.

#gaza #free palestine #protest #aaron bushnell

[saksukei]

prince joshua au

masterlist

you loved your job more than anything,, serving the king and his family as a knight, was an honor that wasn't bestowed upon many so you considered yourself lucky

the king was looking for a husband for his wonderful daughter,, and she had rejected so many princes

the king had then called on to some palm readers and soothsayers that had said that the ‘prince’ destined to be his daughter's husband is currently trapped in a tower

the king did more research and came in contact with a small country, who's king and queen had died and their own child, the prince, was locked in a tower guarded by a dragon

the king then appointed you to find the tower, rescue the prince who would marry the princess as a sign of gratitude and they could rule the smaller country together

you agreed obviously

you were cheered on by everyone as you embarked on the journey, alone, with nothing but your horse to listen to your mindless chatter

and honestly, everything was going well like the trip wasn't too tough it was just really long

when you finally reached the castle, instead of causing a scene and all to you know ‘slay the dragon’ you simply found a back way to get up to the tower

you opened the door and then you heard someone singing, “prince joshua?” you called out and the singing stopped

then you came across one of the most handsome men you had ever seen,,, he had black hair, the face of a Greek god with well toned arms and hE LOOKED MORE LIKE A KNIGHT THAN YOU DID??

“are you here to rescue me?” he asked, nonchalantly, as he flipped open a book.

“yes!” you answered, in an unusually chirpy tone.

“cool– get out of here right now because I'm not going anywhere,” he told you quite bluntly

and you were like ??? this mf I crossed half the fuckin land but this ungrateful bitch eye

“i'm sorry,,, but don't you think that I would be rather capable of escaping this shit hole if wanted too?” he hissed. “but I don't– because I don't want to escape and I don't need anyone's help either.”

“prince joshua, I understand what you mean,,, but the princess is waiting to marry you!” you replied.

“oh great– another stuck up princess who wants to marry me.”

“actually,, our princess is great. she's an absolute sweetheart and she's one of the finest bachelorettes in the country,” you explained.

“then why has she rejected,,, fifty other princes and wants to go after the one trapped in a tower?” he deadpanned.

“because–the palm reader said so,,, but this isn't important–”

“i don't need your princess– so just go away,” he told you.

after thinking for several minutes, you came up with a solution

“look how about this? you come back with me, meet the princess and if you like her you can marry her, if you don't, well– I'll help you escape back to this tower,” you suggested, finally catching his attention.

“how do I know you'll keep your word?” joshua asked, setting his book down.

“i am a knight, sir, loyalty is one of the few idiosyncrasies we can offer.”

“alright then,, I trust you– you better not let me down,,” joshua spoke as he grabbed a backpack with all of his belongings.

you used the same way to avoid the dragon and started on with your journey

at first,,, you truly thought joshua was some stuck-up prince but the more you spent time with him,, the more you realized that joshua was literally a gentleman who would be the perfect ruler of the country

he acted like an asshole before because he was sick and tired of people trying to rescue him and take all the glory

you understood his anger and ever since then joshua had been so sweet,,,

joshua wouldn't let you carry his bag, he'd make sure you were getting enough rest during the journey and one day he even offered to keep an eye out so that you could sleep

you on the other hand, taught joshua on how to light a fire etc and even some basic etiquettes,, cause I mean even if he was a prince he was trapped in a tower for so long

one time, you guys had stopped to stay by the river for the night and soon it was early morning and you woke up and saw joshua wasn't near you??

sO YOU PANICKED BEC OBVIOUSLY DID HE JUST RUN OFF BECAUSE IF HE DID THAT MF WAS IN FOR A RIDE

and you immediately ran around the place only to find him in the river,, waist deep into the water, except– he was half naked??

and boi where you shocked

cause joshua was so damn gorgeous

his perfectly chiseled jawline with that broad chest of his, his adam's apple poking out, his abs, his arms, his wet hair jUST HIM???

FUCKING MALFUNCTIONING

AND YOU WERE SO RED SO YOU JUST RAN BACK TO STOP YOUR HEART FROM RACING AND PRAYED THAT JOSHUA DIDNT SEE YOU BECAUSE JSJXJSISJSKSK HES SO HOT

you were lucky, because he didn't bring it up so you assumed he never noticed you standing there and gawking at him lmao

but all in all, you had fun with joshua he always managed to make you laugh but you could always have those late night talks with him

like when he asked you why you became a knight ,,,,,

“well, as a kid, when the knights would come back from winning the battle and the streets would be lined up with roses and people cheering from them, I knew at that point that, that was who I wanted to be.”

and he was like wow you're so cool omfg

also joshua gets impressed every time you hold your sword

HIS EYES LITERALLY LIGHT UP

he says he wants to learn how to use a sword too because he's a prince but he's really scared

you: josh hold my sword, it's literally not gonna do anything just hoLD IT

josh: wHAT IF IT FALLS ON MY FOOT AND SLICES IT OFF

and you were like I think staying in the tower for too long has lowered your IQ level

but you also told Josh that if he didn't like holding a sword, then he doesn't have to, because you were there to protect him with your life

and you didn't realize but Joshua was looking at you with HEART EYES

soon enough, reached the palace and you were kinda upset that you know joshua had to go and well,,, get married and part of you really wished it wouldn't work out

because you had bonded with him so well you just ,,,,, started liking him and it broke your heart knowing you couldn't have him

besides, he didn't reciprocate anything either so it'd be useless to even imagine

but when you told the king and queen and they met joshua

they were like ??? you didn't get the message??

and you were like what message??

“the princess already found someone she liked and she's getting married in like a month–?”

and you were pissed more than you were happy

not because all this effort was for nothing but the fact that poor joshua,,, he might have been looking forward to this

so you talked to the king and queen and they said that joshua should go back to his country now

you left the room and started crying because you felt as if it was all your fault

“hey, are you okay?” you heard a voice behind you say,,,,, it was joshua

you wiped your tears, “y-yeah I'm good,” you managed to choke out.

and before you could leave, joshua wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest, where you broke down and told him everything

you especially kept on apologizing to him and said that you'd make everything right and even find him a princess if you have too

“its okay if the princess doesn't want to marry me,,,, cause I found my princess right here,” he cooed and you chuckled because he was so cheesy,, typical Joshua

“but still josh, I'll take you back to the tower and all,” you told him

“nope, no need too– I need to go back to my country and look after my people as well, I've done enough damage as it is.”

“right”

“are you going to come with me if I go?” he asked, hoping you'd say yes

“I'm a knight, i can't leave the country....” you answered.

and then Josh was like okay hollup I'll talk to the king and the queen

and boi went into the room where the king and queen were while you waited outside and they called you inside eventually

and the king and queen were like,, “we would like you to resign,,, so you can marry joshua and go rule his country.”

and you were like ??????HOW DID HE SWEET TALK THEM INTO THIS EYE

the king and queen said they'd like to give you an official good bye if you could stay for another two to three days and you and Josh agreed

Josh had to stay in one of the palace rooms

and it was 7am you were going to talk to joshua about something very important and you knocked and opened his room door

anD HE WAS STANDING WITHOUT A SHIRT

“o-oh my god,,,, IM SO SORRY!” you yelled, as you covered your eyes and bowed profusely

and Joshua chuckled, as he walked towards you, removing your hands from your eyes, eventually pining you against the door,,,

“darling– don't like act like this is the first time you've seen me naked,,,,, we both know you've been quite scandalous.”

#seventeen headcanons #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen #seventeen x reader #seventeen x you #seventeen x y/n #seventeen oneshot #seventeen hong jisoo #seventeen joshua #joshua #joshua seventeen #hong jisoo imagines #hong jisoo x reader #joshua hong imagines #joshua hong x reader #seventeen fluff

[sazc94]

The Way I Loved you

A long overdue Bucky fic for my girl @lannycleave consider this a delayed birthday gift <3

Also Please accept this as another entry to the wonderful @msmarvelwrites

2k Challenge because her challenege seems to be one of the only things able to inspire me at the moment.

Pairing Steve and Reader and Bucky and Reader.

Warning 18+ Only as it's smutty. Daddy kink (maybe idk). Angst. Some fluff (Steve being a perfect boring gentlemen). Surbuan Au type Thing

Not Proof read so my apologies.

Dating Steven Grant Rogers was a dream, He's charming and endearing and you were comfortable. He was reliable, never made you wait, always calling exactly when he says he will. A true prince charming on a white horse always there to sweep you off your feet.

He was always opening doors for you, got on with your mother and talked business with your father. You two were a match made in heaven, he a Captain in the army and you the perfect small-town girl that everyone wanted.

You never had to worry about where you stood with Steve, he would always tell you how beautiful you looked, have you home by a reasonable hour (even though you were in your 20’s and lived alone). He would always respect you and your space, never pushing you for more than a kiss, or at a push a steamy make out session.

However, that’s where the problem was, you were comfortable, you wanted passion, you wanted him to want you, touch you, fuck you. Anything just anything to make you feel that fire you had once felt with James Bucky Barnes. Sadly, Steve was just too much of a gentleman and would never do anything beyond a make out session in his car, he never came into your apartment always making up some excuse about how that wasn’t the proper thing to do.

Your single friends thought you were crazy. They were jealous. you had the perfect specimen of a man with his blonde hair and blue eyes and his abs, oh god his abs, he was perfectly sculpted almost like he had been made out of a bottle. He was a great kisser you just didn’t feel anything.

Then there was Bucky, he was also in the army, a Sergeant. He was just as muscular as Steve however where Steve had short blonde perfectly sculpted hair (like a ken doll except blonde), Bucky was a brunette, when you had first met him he had shaggy brown hair however he had cut it once he had been called up to the army.

Both had blue eyes, however where Steve’s sparkled, Bucky’s felt like the ocean like you were downing in them, and oh god the little lick of his lips he did when he smirked, it melted you into a puddle. Bucky had always adored you, calling you doll treating you right, but after the first tour things had changed.

Bucky had lost an arm and whilst he got an amazing prosthetic thanks to Stark industries the softness, he once had to him was long gone.

The love between you became somewhat toxic, screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain and it's 2:00 a.m. and you were cursing his name. But the sex. Oh god the sex. It was always electric after a fight.

One minute your screaming and fighting, cursing telling him that you cant stand him, the next minute his lips would be crashing onto yours, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. You let him take control because when Bucky Barens wanted you with such a raw animalistic way, who were you too refuse?

Buckys hands cupped your ass, urging you to jump and wrap your legs around him, Whilst you and Bucky were freaky, you weren’t quite fuck outside in your apartments front garden freaky. Buckys tall muscular frame was taught beneath the shirt as he carried you into your apartment.

Thankfully you were on the ground floor and as soon as Bucky was in your apartment he kicked the door shut behind him.

Bucky backed you against the wall next to the door your body becoming putty beneath his as he pushed his hardened cock against you, the friction of your PJ short. You couldn’t help but moan as your arousal started to soak through your shorts.

Bucky slipped his hand down your shorts and let out a dark chuckle.

“Stupid little slut of mine, already so wet for me and I’ve barley even begun, when im done with you, you wont even remember your own name” Bucky growled.

You loved Bucky, so you knew he would never do anything to truly hurt you, but the way his eyes darkened with arousal, hunger, a want for you, no a need for you, and the way he spoke down to you. Sent shivers down your spine and and arousal flooding to your pussy.

Bucky began harshly swipping your swollen clit, pushing one finger in and then another before he began harshly scissoring you with fingers.

“Dumb slut, whats the matter cat got your tongue? Bucky said pushing a third finger inside you, Buckys pace quickened working that magic spot, before long your orgasm was crashing through you. Bucky worked his fingers still inside you slowing the pace to bring you down form your high.

Once your breathing had slowed Bucky grabbed your legs which had dropped from his waist and pulled you tight around him before walking into your bedroom.  He dropped you on the bed and began removing his pj pants.

He clicked to the spot on the floor in front of him.

“On your knees, bitch” he said. You complied arousal flooding through you again.

“There’s a good little girl” he cooed. You felt yourself flush at his appraisal.

By now Bucky had removed all his clothes and was standing in front of you his erect cock stretching out, you felt your mouth water slightly with anticipation. Bucky had a large cock, but it was also wide, your lips parted slightly as Bucky pumped his hand down his cock lazily. Bucky swiped his thumb over his bulbous head and gathered his pre-cum with his thumb, he then wiped it across your lips followed by a deep kiss.

You moaned slightly as the tang taste of his precum mixed with the taste of his lips. Suddenly Bucky broke the kiss and without warning he shoved his cock in your mouth. You whined slightly at the intrusion.

“That’s my good girl taking daddy’s cock so well. Wanna feel those pretty little lips do some good” Bucky then pulled his cock almost all the way out from your mouth before snapping his cock back into your mouth.

Bucky grabbed your hair and began to fuck your mouth at a relentless pace, you felt your eyes start to tear up as you gagged around his thick cock. You tried to remember how to breathe but you could feel yourself slipping into that cockdrunk haze Bucky seemed to put you in.

“Stupid little slut doesn’t know how to behave, seems to forget who loves her. That’s okay Daddy will help you remember” Bucky said slamming into your throat again. All you could do was whimper in response. Suddenly Bucky removed his cock from your mouth. He wiped your tears away and kissed you gently. He picked you up with ease and placed you on the bed.

Bucky rolled you round so you were face down before gently pulling your ass towards him. You didn’t let his sudden gentleness fool you, you knew Bucky was about to absolutely destroy you. You couldn’t help the arousal pooling in your cunt as Bucky ran his hands languidly along your body, leaving a trail of blazing hot kisses along your neck, shoulder and back.

“Such a pretty little girl when you’re quiet, what’s the matter baby, cat got your tounge?” Bucky said as he teased his cock along your wet folds and you mewled in response.

“Now you’re going to be a good little girl and take what daddy gives you aren’t you?” Bucky asked. You nodded in response.

“Need to hear you use your words Princess” Bucky growled.

“Yes daddy” you replied compliantly.

That was all the confirmation Bucky needed and then he plunged his hardened cock inside your waiting cunt the groan you let out was purely pornographic. Bucky stilled a moment inside you before he began to drag his cock along your walls. Buck tangled his hand in your hair and pulled you up so your back was flush with his chest. You sucked in a breath at the new angle as Bucky began to quicken his pace.

“Bucky” was all you managed to say as his other hand found its way to your clit. Bucky began to furiously swipe circles on your throbbing clit with his thumb as he slammed himself in and out of you, the only sounds that filled the air were the heavy breaths you were taking and slopping sound as Bucky pounded into you over and over.

Bucky could feel you were close by the way you would squeeze around him, you felt him grin against you as he quickened the pace of his thumb around your sensitive bundle of nerves, you could feel the coil in your stomach building at an alarming pace and before you knew it you were hurtling toward your second orgasm.

Bucky had two choices as he felt you squeeze around you, he could follow closely behind like he so desperately wanted too or he could drag this out for a while longer, however as he felt you clench around him in the way that makes him loose his mind every god-damn time he decided to chase his own release and soon you felt the ropes of his hot seed spilling inside you.

Bucky stayed inside you for a moment before gently pulling out of you, he went into the bathroom and ran a bath with your favourite bath salts before coming back for you and gently easing you in the bath.

Steve had picked you up at 8pm sharp he had told you to dress a little fancy and that he was taking you to dinner and dancing. You sat in your small town’s fancy restaurant ran by a local Italian family “Mastriani’s” you had the table tucked away in the corner surrounded by fairy lights, a bottle of red wine between you. Dinner had been equiste a rich tomato pasta dish with a sprinkling of cheese. You were waiting for desert when Steve removed his hand from yours.

You didnt think anything of it your thoughts were elsewhere and then Suddenly Steve was on the floor on one knee. His shiny blue eyes looking at you with such adoration.

“Y/N” he began.

“I know its only been 8 short months, but I love you with my entire being. I talked to your dad, all you have to do is pick out a white dress and say yes. Y/N will you make me the happiest man in town and do me the honour of becoming my wife” Steve asked.

Your mind began to race, Steve was proposing, you would be crazy not to say yes. Sure he was a bit boring, and you two hadn’t even had sex yet but he was a safe choice. Steve looked at you with love and adoration. And suddenly you couldn’t breathe, all you could think of was Bucky. Your eyes filled with tears but this didn’t worry Steve he believed they were happy tears.

“I’m sorry” you mumbled. Steve just looked at you puzzled, not sure he had heard you correctly. He took your hand in his and squeezed it tight, in what he hoped was a reassuring measure. You pulled your hand back with speed you didn’t know you had.

“I’m sorry Steve, I cant say yes” you said dropping your napkin on the table and rushing out the restaurant. You tried to block out the gasps and stares from the people around you.

When you got to the front of the restaurant it was hammering down with rain. You didn’t care you slipped of your heels and took of running. Your heart hammering in your chest as your red dress stuck to you in the rain. The warm summer wind whipping around you only soaking you more. Your vision was becoming obscured as the rain ran down your face but you didnt care. You had to see him.

After a 10 minute run in the rain you found yourself at his door, his jeep was outside but that didnt nessicarily mean he was home or if he was that he was alone. Fear gripped your chest tightly for a moment but you had come this far, no point turning back. You hammered on his door, after no immediate signs of movement you hammered again.

 

Suddenly you felt all the adrenaline leave your body, convinced Bucky was in their with another womans. You ran back down the stairs as tears started to form in your eyes you had just made it to he bottom when the door behind you opened.

“Y/N?” Bucky questioned. Rubbing his eyes. You paused on the step.

“Uh-yeah, forget it, I’ve clearly made a mistake coming here” You said before you started to run off down the street in the direction you had just come from.

Bucky, in nothing but pyjama pants didn’t hesitate to chase after you, grabbing his keys from the bowl near the door.

“Y/N! Wait!” He screamed at you. You couldn’t help but freeze on the spot. Bucky closed the distance between you in a matter of moments.

“Whats the matter Y/N? Did someone hurt you?” Bucky asked his hands hovering over your arms before ultimately he dropped them down to his side.

“He proposed” you whispered. Bucky recoiled as if you’d slapped him, his bright blue eyes darkened with sadness, his brown hair darkened by the rain.

“I’m sure you’ll be very happy together” Bucky chuckled darkly.

He knew he hadn’t treated you the best when you were together but still it hurt the thought of Steve Rogers, golden boy touching his girl.

“I didn’t say yes” you said reaching for him. Bucky stood frozen in shock, why were you here then if not to rub it in his face that he had messed up his chance with you.

“When he proposed, all I could think was how it wasn’t you” your voice came out in a choke. Even now you were scared that he didn’t love you.

Bucky felt all the breath in him leave at once, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. You mistook his silence as a bad thing.

“I miss everything about you Buck, I miss how you would moan at me for leaving the toothpaste cap off and how you could never find it. I miss the way your blue eyes would light up like Christmas anytime you met a cat. I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain, when its 2am and I’m cursing your name, because that’s the way I love you” you cried. All at once Bucky’s hands were on your face and his lips were crashing against yours. Rain poured down around you but in that moment all that existed was Bucky and you.

#steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers fanfiction #bucky smut #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fanfiction #steve x female reader #soft steve #avengers au #avengers fanfiction #avengers #ms marvel 2k challenge

[botanyshitposts]

HEWWO KING. I have to do a casual infodump presentation for my biodiversity class and the topic I picked is bryophytes. I'm planning to focus on one really fucked up species, got any suggestions?

in terms of liverworts, marchantia polymorpha is my fave; im still not over her cute little gemmae cups and ‘leaf’-adjacent thallus anatomy (cuticle with a pore, then little photosynthetic papillae inside that kinda look like palisade mesophyll in normal leaves, then the bottom...kind of a stretch considering that actual leaves didnt come around for another 150 million years or so, but interesting to think about, and also its just. is SUCH a cute plant i love it). 

in terms of mosses, sphagnum is a pretty ancient genus if you want to go down that route, but out of all bryophytes, hornworts (genus Anthoceros, not the one that comes up if you google ‘hornwort’, unfortunately.....more anthoceros representation when???) are prob my fave because theyre just fucked up. like theyre just Like That. currently theyre the best guess we have at a ‘missing link’ between moss-like things that are tiny and grow horizontally in places with lots of water and more modern plant-ish things that are like, tubes that stand upright and form branches and stuff (hard to describe without a diagram but like....if you look them up and look at the anatomy it makes more sense). i dont really have a specific fave species there because there’s not a ton of diversity, but as a default you might be able to use the species they recently used to sequence the genome if youre gonna go down that route, or otherwise i would find a local species (theyre around, but theyre TINY irl and nearly impossible to identify so you gotta know what youre looking for. so far ive only ever seen them in herbarium stuff. they tend to love wet spots like most other bryophytes, but at least in central Iowa ive been told they prefer wet sandstone). 

#this is a blander ask bc i just woke up and i am Tired(tm) but yeah #my plant evolution class has our bryophyte lab today....gonna see some Dudes up close.....excited unironically #hornworts #asks #plont asks #solidsnaketransrights

[guardianofjunmyeon]

Finding Atlantis (part 14)

Genre: Action/Adventure, Enemies to Lovers, PirateAU

Description:  20 years ago the seas became angry. Unruly and unkind to any sailor, to  any ship that dared venture too far out in her waters. Many a man has  heard the tales of Atlantis, the lost city, the key the ocean. But fewer  men know the tale of it’s missing child. The key to the ocean, the key  to Atlantis but a lost little one. The power one would hold should they  find this child would be nearly that of Poseidon himself. Thus, the hunt  began.  

A/N: wait i forgot i left you all on a cliffhanger akjfhjf. Here’s an update (finally) im a bitch blocked about where the next chapter is going so it might take...about as long as this one took to be uploaded. Its gonna have some smut tho. This chapter has new characters and PLEASE appreciate my fucking bubble conversation, i wanted to use the whole “she came down in a bubble dawg!” convo but i didnt

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18

There are certain experiences you’ve lived through enough times to consider yourself a pro at handling. Situations like being handcuffed to a bed. Like being left on an island with no food or water. Like having to fight your way out of a bar when someone is getting too rough with the other patrons.

Drowning is quickly becoming a situation with which you are getting too closely acquainted.

When the ocean swallowed your little dinghy, your life flashed before your very eyes. This was truly the end. The last thing you would ever live through would be the song of Atlantis tickling your ears, the sight of Junmyeon glowing blue, and the feeling of Baekhyun’s skin beneath your palm.

All in all it wasn’t the worst way to go, but there was still so much more that you wanted to experience.

You’d never gotten a chance to return home, to sit at that cliff where you sent off your mother’s body and tell her about all of the things you’d done with your life. To describe to her the ship you’d bought, the friends you’d made, the adventures you’d gone on and the memories you’d made. You wanted to go find Victoria again and thank her for taking you in.

You wanted to find that boy that saved your life when you were but a child and to thank him properly. You wanted to tell him all that you’d done and repay him for giving you that chance at life. You wonder if he’s grown up into a handsome man now. If he has a spouse and kids and a happy home on that island you once called home that you left as soon as you could. You wonder if he’d even remember you.

You’d never gotten a chance to get the Storm Chaser those new upgrades that you’d been saving up for. An extension to the crew cabins, sturdier masts, a new set of sails.

You hadn’t gotten the chance to fall in love, to have your heartbroken, to have a baby or even hold one for that matter. Would you have made a good mother? Would you have made a decent wife? Would you have been able to find someone willing to spend the rest of their life with you, on the seas, on land, wherever your hearts could make a home?

Would you have tried to make a home with Baekhyun?

The feeling of being sucked down into the depths of the ocean doesn’t get any less terrifying the second time that you go through it.

As a matter of fact, having it happen again is more terrifying than the first time. Maybe it’s because you can actually feel the pressure of the water crushing your chest. You can feel the way you’re being sucked farther down and the way the water rushes into your nose from the shock of being suddenly dragged under.

It’s nothing like the storm, nothing like fighting the waves and catching the flashes of light as you fought to climb to the surface. Of being tossed around and dropping and rising hundreds of feet seconds at a time. At least then you had a purpose. You aren’t trying to save a life this time. You aren’t able to fight the invisible force dragging you farther and farther down into the water. The water around you is calm, the movement of your body whizzing through the water feels scarily misplaced.

Magical. Unnatural.

Then it all finally stops.

The force pulls you into a pocket of air and gravity takes you by force. Your body collapses on solid ground, and you can breathe. You gasp frantically for air and cough violently as you attempt to catch your breath and your bearings.

You sit up and position yourself on shaky hands and knees as you heave on the dark basalt beneath your splayed fingers.

It takes a few moments of panicked breathing to realize –you’re alive.

You’re alive.

You realize that you’re alive and then you regain enough brain power to panic over if Junmyeon and Baekhyun are also alive. You hear dramatic coughing and hurling to your left and when you investigate you find Baekhyun on his ass with his head between his knees as his spits out salt water.

He looks like a miserable wet dog. You would laugh if you weren’t sure that you look the same.

But where is Junmyeon?

You look left and right, in front of you and behind you but you see no trace of him. No sign of him in the underwater cave you’ve somehow found yourself.

“How did we even get in here?” you spit more salt water on the ground and look for your area of entry. Down. It felt like you fell down. So maybe there is something above.

A gasp gets caught in your throat at the sight above you. Open water somehow suspended above. If you weren’t nearly positive that you somehow fell from there, you would think there was some extremely strong glass blocking the water from falling through the hole above. You can see the glow of deep sea fish swimming by and you’re hit with just how far below the surface you are.

Dizziness pounds through your skull and you hurl out more water all over your hands.

Disgusting.

“Are you guys alright?”

You lift your head at the sound of Junmyeon’s voice and feel your remaining strength seeping from your bones. He looks between you and Baekhyun’s pathetic forms with distressed eyes.

Baekhyun looks up from between his legs with an incredulous open-mouthed frown. He looks your first mate from his toes to his head. “How the hell are you dry?”

It’s then that you notice he looks remarkably put together. As if he never even experienced the sensation of being pulled straight towards hell through water. The patterns on his skin have dulled down to a pale blue, but they are still there as clear as day.

“An Atlantian thing,” Junmyeon answers with a shrug and a smile. He reaches out a hand to help you to your feet but you wave him away with a shake of your head.

“No, give me a second. I just- I need,” you point to the hole above, “This is just-” you close your eyes and wave him away weakly. “Fuck, I need some time.”

He laughs lightly and chooses to help Baekhyun up while you gather your wits. This is overwhelming. “Did you just materialize down here what the fuck?”

“No, I came down in a bubble.”

“A…bubble.”

“Yeah you know one of those things filled with air-”

“You couldn’t lend us one of those bubbles?!”

“I didn’t know how. I don’t even know how I got it around me. Must be an Atlantian-”

“If you say ‘Atlantian thing’ one more time I will, and I swear to Poseidon, strangle you with my bare hands right here.”

“…Atlantian thing,” Junmyeon finishes cheekily. Baekhyun groans loudly and you can hear the weak thumps of him trying to smack your first mate and being deflected.

You struggle onto your feet as Junmyeon and Baekhyun argue. Typical back and forth between the two of them, you know Baekhyun is all talk when it comes to most people; he won’t hurt Junmyeon.

Letting your eyes fully wander the cave, you take in the shiny crystals in the rock around you and the way everything glows a tranquil light blue.

You hear the thundering footsteps before you see the people coming charging towards you out of the alcove hidden from your view.

“INTRUDERS, DROP TO THE GROUND NOW!”

“We just got up,” Baekhyun whines at your side. You lower your still shaking body back down to your knees and hold your hands up in the air to show your willingness to cooperate. In the corner of your eye you catch Junmyeon landing a swift kick to the back of Baekhyun’s legs with his good leg and sending him to the ground with a painful crash.

You flinch at the noise and the people in matching outfits in front of you hold out their swords, ready to strike at any moment. Once Junmyeon has lowered himself to his knees, the group of people break apart to make way for who you assume must be the leader. If the aura of dominance and the extra sparking pink embellishments on their otherwise plain white uniform is anything to go by.

“Who are you and what are you doing here?” The man asks gruffly. He’s tall, handsome, big eyes rimmed in dark black kohl. His analyzing brown eyes drag from you, to Baekhyun, and finally land on Junmyeon. You catch the exact moment that recognition crosses his face.

His eyes widen and he blinks rapidly in disbelief, the sword in his hand clatters to the ground and resounds through the cave. “S-Suho? Prince Suho is that you?”

You turn to look at Junmyeon who has locked eyes with the leader with a look of confusion on his face.

“Do they know each other?” Baekhyun whispers to you.

“Shut up,” you hiss.

Junmyeon gasps and climbs to his feet. “Minho? Minho! I can’t believe it,” he says elatedly. The two of them run (Junmyeon more hobbling than running with the shitty cast still on his leg) into each other’s arms to embrace and you watch with a kind of fond sadness as they grip one another as if the other will vanish into thin air.

The other guards slowly lower their swords and break out into disbelieving whispers. Baekhyun grabs your left hand and lowers it to your lap. “I think you can lower your hands now prisoner. I don’t think they’re going to kill us yet.”

“It’s as if nothing in this world is enough to keep you from annoying the absolute hell out of me,” you grumble.

He beams, a wide and happy smile. “It’s my charm.”

You snort out a laugh while he stands up on both feet and holds out a hand for you to take to get up. You slap your hand in his and let him heft you to your feet.

Junmyeon calls out your name and you whip in his direction in alarm. He drags over the leader of the guard with a hand on his bicep and matching grins on their faces. “I want you to meet my childhood friend Minho!” He looks up at Minho with eyes beaming with happiness. “We grew up together, and Minho here is the Captain of the entire Atlantian military.”

Minho looks down at the ground bashfully.

“It is an honor to meet you. Junmyeon says that he wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you. I, as well as all of our people owe you our highest form of gratitude,” Minho says with a deep bow.

You blink at the gesture, stupefied into immobility. Junmyeon gives you a pointed look and a subtle bow of his own to hint that you should bow back. You quickly bend at the waist and rise up. “It’s- Uhm, thank you. It wasn’t just me though, there are lots of people to thank for his return up on the surface,” you say with a nervous smile.

Minho laughs. “I’m sure. You can all amaze us with tales of your time above at breakfast in a few hours. I’m sure you would all like a moment to settle and…” he looks at Baekhyun and your soaked clothing. “…clean yourselves up.”

The two of you frown indignantly.

As if you planned on showing up soaking wet.

Minho whistles loudly and a smaller man comes scrambling out of the group of guards. “Hendery, show our two outsiders where they can rest. I will take the prince directly to the Queen.”

The smaller man nods vigorously. “Yes sir. I would like to have Xiaojun assist me, if I can.”

“Take who you need,” Minho gives you both another once over before leaning down to whisper, “Make sure there is plenty of soap in their bathrooms.”

You squawk in embarrassment. Junmyeon offers an apologetic smile before coming to place both of his hands on your shoulders and lowering his voice to talk to you and Baekhyun as privately as he can. “Just follow them and relax. I will come find you once I am finished talking to the Queen. They won’t do anything to hurt either of you.” He squeezes your shoulder. “I’ll make sure of it.”

You nod in affirmation. Baekhyun grunts at your side.

Hendery and another young guard lead you away and out of the cave. You are only allowed one final look over your shoulder before Junmyeon vanishes from your sight.

The bleakness of the cave gives way to a wide low hallway covered from top to bottom in blue crystals, or maybe it’s glass.

“You’re awfully quiet,” you murmur to the man at your side. Neither of the guards bother to turn around at the sound of your voice.

“I’m trying to take it all in. This is insane I never thought I would ever actually see this place,” Baekhyun whispers back. You’re shocked by the genuine way he explains himself. “Why? Do you already miss the sound of my voice? I can keep talking if you want.”

“I’ll pass. I already miss the silence.”

His giggle resonates against the walls. You bite down on your lip to keep from smiling in return.

Your group reaches the end of the tunnel and the guards suddenly stop. Hendery turns around first. “Because we are unable to trust you we will have to transport you while keeping our city and location a secret.”

“Huh?”

“I think we’re going to get blindfolded,” Baekhyun whispers to you.

The other guard reaches into his coat and produces two pieces of cloth while Hendery slams a fist on the wall. A hole opens up where seamless wall once stood. You watch dumbly as the other guard, Xiao…Xiao something sits in the human-sized hole and then lies on his back before disappearing through a tube.

What the fuck is this place?

You’re blindfolded first and led to the hole. “Sit.” So you do. What kind of transport requires you to sit in a hole blind? You’ve lived a couple of years now and that's long enough to know that this doesn’t feel quite safe.

Before you can argue your way out of it, you’re pushed and then careening through space. With your eyes covered and the jolt of bewilderment at sliding too fast to be humanly possible you don’t have any choice but to let out a scream.

You’re on your feet again before you know it –albeit dizzy and shaking. The blindfold is removed and you’re met with the impassive face of the guard. You look around yourself to figure out what in the deep sea hell you just slid through.

“You might want to get out right about now,” he suggests.

You hear the telltale sound of Baekhyun’s yelling and cursing getting closer by the second, so you hobble out of the exit compartment and watch in wonder as the top of the compartment opens up and air blasts from the bottom to decrease the force of gravity as Baekhyun drops to his feet.

He’s shaking like a log and his wet hair and clothes are even more disheveled than they were before.

Maybe it’s the overload of being exposed to all the new technology and scenery, but you can’t stop yourself from loudly laughing at his appearance.

Xiaoxi…Xiaode…Xiaojun, that sounds right-

Xiaojun walks forward with a smile twitching on his lips to remove the blindfold from the once one-eyed troublemaker. But, Baekhyun has his eyes squeezed closed, refusing to open them. You take it upon yourself to physically pull him out of his spot.

“It’s over, you’re on solid ground now,” you tease. He peaks open one eye and it darts around distrustfully before he opens them both and leans forward with his hands on his knees to let out a dramatic exhale of breath. Another humored giggle escapes you. “You look like shit and the way you screamed-.”

He stands up straight with reddened cheeks. “Never speak of it,” he threatens in a low voice. You roll your eyes and lift a hand to fix his messy hair. You hear the hiss of air from the tube, knowing that Hendery will be arriving soon, but you busy yourself with smoothing down the unruly strands.

The red darkens on his face as you rake your fingers through the hair at his fringe. You aren’t sure what compels you to initiate the act, but he doesn’t stop you so selfishly you continue to take what you can. Satisfied with your work you smile shyly and turn away to hide your face and the heat you can feel creeping up your neck.

A cough snaps you back into attention.

Right, the guards.

Hendery has a creepily knowing smirk on his face while Xiaojun covers his mouth with his hand, but you can see mirth shining in his eyes.

Baekhyun clears his throat and crosses his arms over his chest. “So…where are we supposed to rest exactly? Or are we supposed to wander around and find it ourselves?”

Hendery motions to the right. “Down this hallway.” He nudges Xiaojun and they both walk forward. You resist the urge to smash your head into the wall as you follow behind. Into one of the…beautiful smooth white walls. For the first time you take in the interior of the building where you have ended up.

High ceilings and pillars. Enormous windows that go from ceiling to floor to show an expansive view of what awaits outside.

You’ve had plenty of time to image what Atlantis would look like, but seeing it in front of you now, bathed in a light like that of early dawn, with the reflection of water moving over the architecture…it’s too unreal, too magical to put into words.

“Keep up. You’ll be able to see the city after breakfast with the Queen,” Xiaojun advises. Both you and Baekhyun pick your pace back up after having fallen behind trying to take in all that around you.

Attempting to keep your gawking to a minimum you keep your eyes ahead and try to quickly take in as much as you can.

“We’re here,” Hendery says. You almost tumble into his side when he suddenly stops; and Baekhyun trips over his own feet at your side. “These will be your rooms. There will be drinking water and a bathroom for you to clean up. We have already notified the castle staff of your arrival and there will be clothes delivered to you for you to change into for the meal.

“Breakfast will be served in 3 hours. One of the castle butlers will come for you to show you to the dining area at that time. Until then we advise you entertain yourself inside of the room.” The door is opened and a grand suite awaits you. Your mouth drops at the extravagance of it.

A large bed rests at the very center of the room, draped in iridescent white curtains that look as creamy as milk. The floor is covered in cold white marble and speckled with shells and pearls embedded into it. A large couch is perched near the entrance, a lit fire in front of it keeping the room comfortably warm. A book shelf stretches across a third of the room only stopping at a golden archway that you assume leads into the bathroom. The room is decorated in soft golds, creamy whites and pale blues. You catch little accents of pink in the wall paint and on the couch pillows.

The dome-like shape of the room makes you feel like you’re in a bubble.

“What is with you guys and bubbles?” You grumble to yourself.

Xiaojun shrugs. “It’s an Atlantian thing,” he says simply.

You close your eyes in frustration while Baekhyun grumbles at your side.

“So whose room is this?” Baekhyun asks once he’s done cursing Atlantis and its obsession with bubbles. Hendery and Xiaojun share a look and you catch the sneakiness on their expressions.

Hendery is the one who decides to answer, cheerily as if he isn’t intentionally planning to ruin your time here in Atlantis. “Both of yours.”

“I’m sorry what did you just say?”

“This room is for the both of you.” Hendery casts Baekhyun a wide smile. “You’ll have to share because…uhm..”

“Because we’re low on rooms,” Xiaojun chimes in.

“Yes! Low on rooms,” Hendery agrees quickly, conspicuously. You narrow your eyes. “You see we have a lot of guests recently because of a…” he looks to Xiaojun for help.

“For a uh, for a wedding!”

“Who is getting married?” Baekhyun asks, just to catch them in their lie.

“One of the princes! Ah we must be returning to our Captain now. Rest well!” Hendery says quickly before he and Xiaojun rush away with their hands over their mouths, giggling like school children. You’re adults, you can share a room. You won’t let the giggling of the younger boys worsen the pounding in your chest.

You exhale and shake your head. “Come on.” You enter the room first and immediately feel relaxed by the colors, the roundedness, and general softness of everything around you.

The fire feels like it’s calling your name so you wander over to warm yourself up by its flames. Your wet clothes are beginning to feel bothersome again now that the excitement of being in Atlantis and being alive have begun to fade.

The sound of something sopping wet hitting the ground heavily pulls your attention from the flickering flames. When you turn around you don’t expect to see your roommate getting ass naked…

But alas that is what your eyes land on. His shoes and shirt are already in a wet pile by his feet.

“Baekhyun,” you admonish. He stops with his pants halfway down his legs. You look at his soft naked dick only momentarily before you raise your eyes back to his anticipatory face. “Really?”

“I’m cold and wet. I need a shower do you want me to get sick?”

“You couldn’t even wait to go change in the bathroom?”

“It’s nothing you haven’t seen before,” he responds before shucking the last of his clothing and standing in the middle of the room proudly.

In all his naked glory.

You can’t help but feel a bit put off by the fact that he doesn’t have any issue getting naked around you. He’s not even hard. It’s like your presence doesn’t affect him in the slightest.

Bitterly you wonder if you’d been Jongin would he have a different reaction in this situation. You stand up abruptly. Fuck Baekhyun.

Pettily you strip out of your clothes as you walk towards the bathroom, leaving the wet articles in your wake. “I’m cleaning myself first,” you state coldly as you all but rip the last of your clothing off at the archway of the bathroom.

You don’t turn around and you don’t bother to investigate why he seems stunned to his spot or why he averts his eyes as you walk by.

~~~

The bathroom is just as opulent as the main room. A creamy white with pretty pale pinks streaked through the marble and coloring the crystals that illuminate the room in a soft pinkish glow.

A tub the size of a small pool is carved into the corner of the room. Oils and scented salts in jars cover the expansive shelf built into the wall at its side. A wide mirror stretches across the room with a spout and basin to wash your hands in front of it. A varied range of brushes and facial oils and paints are neatly organized across the counter, settled in front of a thick patterned chaise. You find candles nestled snuggly beneath a shelf of towels and unused sponges on ropes.

Looking at your appearance in the mirror, your hold in the need to physically recoil. You skin looks blanched from the overexposure to water, and the hair on your head is knotted beyond belief. Not wanting to look at your naked form for too long you twist the knob at the tub to release a steady flow of lukewarm water. You toss in some oil that smells good and a soap that catches your attention. The bottle is make of glass and has writing that you can’t read as it must be in Atlantian, but it smells and looks good and bubbles up when it comes in contact with the running water.

Grabbing a comb from the counter of goodies and the specialized hair soap left at the side of the tub, you decide to make an event out of pulling your appearance back together. You will be meeting the Queen in a few hours.

Gingerly, you lower yourself into the water and shove your head under the spout before lathering it in hair soap and detangling the strands on your hand. Rinsing out the suds and then turning off the water, you allow yourself to be semi submerged in the water.

“Yah, you can’t steal the bath and then spend an hour using it. I could have been in and out already.” You crane your neck to find Baekhyun’s complaining form leaning against the archway.

“You weren’t fast enough. Not my problem. You can wait.”

“No I can’t.”

“You can, and you will. I’m not fucking moving.”

In the month you have spent time more intimately with Baekhyun aboard your ship as a fellow crewman, you’ve learned one thing about him that you didn’t know before. He can be astoundingly petty.

His intelligence, his wit, his strength and skill as a pirate, his ability to charm and talk his way out of anything –you knew of it all before. But this petty level of childishness is new.

That being said, you aren’t surprised to find him padding over and then climbing into the large tub across from you. He settles and then his bottom lip juts out.

“Happy now?”

“No.”

You snort loudly and his pout breaks off into something like a smile. You push a handful of water in his direction, not enough to do much and not with enough strength to even be called a splash.

The little shithead he is takes your push of water as permission to send a small tidal wave in your direction, splashing you directly in your face.

You splutter and wipe the water from your eyes while he laughs his loudest most punctuated laugh at your expense. When you squint at him through the water still in your eyes you see pure relaxed happiness in his features, and you can’t find it in you to even attempt to be mad.

This Baekhyun is the real one. The one he covers up with cocky smiles and biting words. The one he leaves locked away and protected from the heartlessness that is required of your jobs.

Happy Baekhyun is a vulnerable Baekhyun. A soft version of him that makes your heart hammer in your chest and sparks a juvenile desire to keep him at your side safe from anyone who dares try and take that side of him away.

His laughing calms to muffled chuckles hidden behind his hand. “Okay, now I’m happy.”

“That makes one of us,” you scoff out. The water begins to agitate your eyes so you run the water from the spout to flush out the fragrance laced liquid. Blindly you reach out for the stream only to continuously miss.

“Come here,” you hear at your side. “Here, lean back.” You’re moved to the side and you lean backwards only to come in contact with his chest. You tense before giving in and letting yourself relax against him. You feel his muscles shifting as he reaches around you to cup water and pour it over your eyes. You blink away the water and scrunch up your face in discomfort. “I’m not done, try and keep your eyes open this time,” he says gently.

You reach up and hold open each eyelid as he cups the water and lets it flush out the soap. Finally you can blink without agitation. You contemplate thanking him, but decide to do it once you’re safely on your side of the bath. As you’re making your escape, arms wrap around you and pull you back securely down between strong thighs and against a warm chest.

“Can you…uh can you let me go?”

“Nuh uh,” he grunts with a head shake.

You look down at where his arms are crossed over your chest and swallow thickly. He perches his chin on your shoulder and takes in a deep relaxed breath. You feel stiff as a board. “This is nice,” he sighs out.

This is too intimate. This is too intimate. This is too intimate.

“How long have you been in love with Jongin, Baekhyun?” you ask in a rush of breath. His grip on you loosens to nothing and you pull yourself away from him, crossing your arms over your chest to hide the hardening of your nipples. From the cold of the air and the all too close embrace you’d found yourself enjoying just a tad too much.

He splutters. “I- wh-” he starts to cough violently. You feel your heart sinking with each noise he makes. “I don’t- I’m not in love with Jongin!”

You let your silence and your frown portray your disbelief.

“I’m serious. I’m not in love with Jongin he’s like my younger brother, what would make you think that?!” He fake gags. “Oh gross, just the thought-” he covers his mouth to fake gag again.

You gawk at him. Is he overcompensating to hide the truth?

“What in Poseidon’s name would lead you to believe that I’m in love with Jongin? I nearly raised the kid.”

You feel embarrassment creeping up your neck like snakes. “You- the…Minseok said…”

“Minseok said I was in love with Jongin?!”

“No! Wait let me-” you smack a hand to your forehead. “Minseok said that you took the compass with you when you came to find the three of us and I guess I just I don’t fucking know assumed you had to want to find your crew most in the world and then I figured you were actually in love with one of them and Jongin seemed like the most likely of him and Chanyeol because Chanyeol doesn’t really seem like your type but I guess it could also be him since he’s kind of goofy and airhead at times too-”

His hands come out of the water to cup your cheeks and then –lips.  

“Stop talking,” he says softly. Another quick press of his lips against yours. “You’re wrong and you’re stupid and you need to stop thinking before you overload your dumb little brain.”

“Hey-”

“Ah ah. What did I say?”

You purse your lips and let him squish your cheeks closer together until your lips are puckered ridiculously. The look in his eyes is fond almost, the smile on his lips and the shine in his eyes soft as he squishes and unsquishes your face.

You bat away his hands. “You still didn’t answer my question,” you whine despite yourself.

“Aw the baby getting upset?” he makes a face of exaggeratedly fake concern. “Come here, sit on daddy’s lap and I’ll make you feel all better.”

“Baek that was gross.”

“The invitation still stands.” He waggles his eyebrows and shimmies his shoulders. When his gaze drops down to your uncovered chest and a bit of the playfulness gets swallowed up by want, you feel a bit of that desire rushing through your veins again.

He isn’t in love with Jongin?

That only leaves more unanswered questions, but you let them go easily at the sight of Baekhyun reclining lazily against the side of the tub, rubbing up and down his thighs slowly and watching you with predatory closeness.

He is so sexy, you are so fucked.

Squashing the tiny feeling of shame, you crawl over and wrap yourself around him. You can feel him rising in excitement from beneath you. You let your arms rest lazily around his shoulders while he busies his hands with massaging circles on your hips.

“That feels nice,” you whisper in a puff of breath. You know that he can see how affected you are –can feel it in your impatient squirms against him as you attempt to subtly relieve the ache growing inside of you. He hums in agreement and focuses his eyes on your mouth.

You can take a hint when it’s staring you in the face like this. You lean forward and connect your lips softly. A peck. Another one. A kiss on the corner of his mouth. A kiss on the tip of his nose. Another on his smiling lips.

When you pull back there’s emotion swimming in his irises that sparks a heat in your core. You nip at his bottom lip.

A lick, a nibble, a juvenile laugh against pressed lips.

He sticks his tongue out through pursed lips, waiting for you to try and kiss him with his ridiculous expression. You pull away to grimace, only to laugh and lick a messy wet stripe from his upper lip to the tip of his nose.

“You’re a dick,” he laughs, wiping your saliva off his nose.

“And you’re a bastard,” you respond easily. You look at your deeply pruning skin with disdain. “We should dry off.”

“But I like it here in the tub; I haven’t even scrubbed the dirt off.”

“We can clean ourselves properly after I get your cock inside me.” You feel him twitch from beneath you. You cock your head to the side teasingly. “Oh, now you’re ready to get out?”

He scrambles from under you and over the edge of the tub right to the towels. You roll your eyes playfully and climb out just as he plops a towel on your head and quickly tries to dry your hair, only messing it up further.

“Hurry up. We’ll get sick if we stay like this for too long. We need to go to the bed and warm up, I can already feel a cold coming on.”

#exo #exo fanfiction #exo story #exo stories #exo imagine #exo pirate story #exo fanfic #exo pirate au #baekhyun #baekhyun imagine #baekhyun story #baekhyun fanfic #baekhyun pirate au

[xxxdragonfucker69xxx]

@lyhoradka​ tagged me in that post about five bits of text from written media that are burned into your brain and, kindly, gave me a theme of places. i am going to annotate this because i am a bitch

1. holy places are dark places. the wisdom that we get in them is not thin and clear like water but thick and dark like blood. - cs lewis, till we have faces

im almost certain ive misremembered this one but its better this way. clive what the devil fuck were you trying to say with till we have faces. burn it down and start over with this. i have a sidenote about hope faith and love but thats beyond the scope of this discussion

2. night falls. the workers put down their tools and point to the sky. “there is the blueprint,” they say.  invisible cities, italo calvino

again idr if its sky or stars. this is the description of thecla from invisible cities, kindly appointed to me by my good friend venus. this is not the strongest one but it is a strong one and its for Me and i remember it. inna thought i was going to make this whole post about haunted houses and this one is completely the opposite; i’ll consider it aspirational

3. walk to the east till you can walk no more. swim east until you pass the sunrise; swim east until you pass the stars; swim east until you come to the edge of the sky. there you will find yourself on the shores of a different land. even in that place, they shall know your name, and mine. - adel, kc danine/unlikely flowerings, jenna moran

sorry i cheated on this one bc i looked up the attribution and found my memory was wrong. but i cut it up to match what i thought. this one is actually a combo with

3a. the sea will be the color night behind glass. then, slowly, it becomes green: first rain-wet slate, then darkest jade. green as fresh emeralds. green as remembered rivers - the sun beneath the sea, sunless seas

again ive hashed the first part of that but green as remembered rivers lives in my head rent free. these two live under the heading “an exile in the uttermost east”

4. THIS IS NOT A PLACE OF HONOR. NO HIGHLY VALUED DEED IS REMEMBERED HERE. NOTHING OF VALUE IS STORED HERE. 

the warning continues of course but the basis is here. the idea that we cannot produce something so horrifying and terrifying that it does not also fascinate us, as you might guess, fascinates me. nightmare and obsession are such close brothers

5. a woman drew her hair out tight/and fiddled in the violet light/and upside down in air were towers/tolling reminiscent bells that kept the hours/and voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.

in my head sean bean reads these lines in his civ vi voice. why did so much weird fiction pattern weird bits of worldbuilding after this bit. not that i am immune. voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhauuusted wells

BONUS CONTENT

so many things i wanted to add that werent written or that i didnt have memorized perfectly enough

1i. the, like, entire first half of to tundra by los camp, which i will reproduce below

meet me at st nicholas among the oaks behind the church that sway like pigtailed girls as summer wind whistles around your bare-shin knees and the forsythia leaves in the shade lay with me tickled by the feather reeds thats where the trees grow old under the ivys hold as you in my two arms equally safe from harm and in a hazy daydream our bodies married the stream and we broke down into pebbles and silt the water ran from the fields until the oceans we filled and found the seabed the comfiest quilt

there was more life in the weeds than in the few hundred seats that rose from transept to chancel to nave [...]

2i. prim leaves her father’s house. i won’t reproduce the whole story here but there’s a girl prim and her father is the god hansa and they live in a house of iron nails and one day her dad is killed and she has to go bury him and takes nothing but his corpse and a single iron nail. and she traipses all across creation and the void looking for somewhere to bury him but every time she tries his corpse shouts at her for being shit at it. and eventually she collapses, and drops the nail and it springs right up into the same exact house, and she imagines crawling in there with her fathers corpse to die next to him and freaks out and then

A pale face came before her and she was abruptly struck from her despair as though by a great hammer. A beautiful stranger had appeared, mild and tall, of milky flesh, spare in figure, but radiant in voice and visage. "I know you," said the stranger in a small voice, "you are Prim."

"I was Hansa's orphan, the slave, Prim," croaked Prim in response, "and now I am nobody, just a small dirty thing in great emptiness and here I will die."

"No," said the stranger, and the clarity and firmness of her voice and smile send a shock through Prim, "you are Prim, and Prim only, and Prim you shall be." And Prim there realized her tears had made a great pool and she was greeting her own reflection. And she fell into that murky pool and straight away it turned clear as crystal and Prim vomited forth a great black knot from very deep within her, and her body was scoured and lashed by the icy waters of that pool, and great draughts of poisonous filth and despondency were drawn in rushing gasps from her wounds, and her skin was sealed and her soiled trappings were purged and the caked illness and death was ripped away and she rose from that pool fresh and humming. Her back straightened and she scarcely thought on her father's corpse or the faintest echo of that iron house.  That is how Prim left her father's house.

so basically abaddon scooped all of tsiy and every other haunted house writer in like five thousand words

3i. berenike

From my words you will have reached the conclusion that the real Berenice is a temporal succession of different cities, alternately just and unjust. But what I wanted to warn you about is something else: all the future Berenices are already present in this instant, wrapped one within the other, confined, crammed, inextricable.

4i. a ghost does not come to stand in the dark doorway of your room because it is an 18th century orphan girl named annie. a ghost comes to stand in the doorway of your room because the doorway is where things come to stand. - i am in eskew, david ward

the formats all fucked up now huh. this has influenced my thoughts on both psychogeo and necromancy. what a fucking guy. theres also the pope lick bridge one but

5i. i hope you will forgive me for including a bit from tsiy

I opened my eyes. I was kneeling at the base of a tree, at the top of a grassy hill, under starry night. Dad was standing a little ways back, head craned back to look at the tree. "What is this place to you?" he asked, looking around. The island came to an abrupt stop at the edges; it wasn't a floating island in space or anything, there just.....wasn't anything beyond the edge of it. Like looking past the edge of your own eyesight -- not the blackness of eyelids, but the colorless place beyond.

"I'll die here someday," I said, and meant it.

i really need to work on getting places and haunted places into the new draft. im slacking. but im also not allowed to go back and change anything rn or ill just never get anywhere

#visible cities #also sprach #christ this took a million years

[friiday-thirteenth]

right right right c a m p

ok. ok so it was very long and I'm unbelievably tired but also my head says write it down so uh

day one- five hour bus ride. it was fun, bc the person I was sitting beside slept the whole time and I got to joke around with the guys, who were surprisingly chill. they only brought up p*rn once, which is like.... good for them all things considered lmao

then we had the tramp in. the campsite where we were staying at the first night was the farthest from base, and one group biked in while the other tramped.

my groups tramp took s i x h o u r s. no other groups went over five. we had to keep stopping bc a) one kid was feeling sick, b) one kid rolled her ankle and c) we weren't allowed to sprint off into the Bush and potentially die without an instructor with us.

so there were like, four of us who were constantly at the front, and they were: me, my crush, my crushes best friend, bitch-who-bullied-me.

twas interesting.

we got the campsite in the dark, after a river crossing in which my socks got soaked, as did my shoes, and the tents and food were already sorted for us so that was great. food was shit, though. mince that was half brown water and cold pasta.kept us going, though, and as became my motto throughout camp, food is food.

that night was the only time I cried. kinda sad, tbh, but it was bc on the 'girls' side (as we all know that if the boys and girls tents were together, absolutely everyone would just be going at it, of course (jfc they have a low opinion of year tens (we sorta deserve it though, stuff happened with last years year tens...))) everyone else was paired up and even the people in three person tents didnt want me in there 🥰🥰🥰🥰 really felt the love there, guys.... jokes on them I slept by myself each night and was ready within five minutes each morning. actually really glad they showed how much they didnt care abt me bc it was really nice being alone in the wilderness, and that's not sarcasm.

anyway. day two.

woke up, was ready within ten minutes bc I woke with the leaders, who wake ten minutes before we're meant to and get themselves and breakfast ready before we're up. (I'm really fast at waking up, but take ages to go to sleep. like, everyone has to stfu before my body's able to start shutting down, and as soon as there's people moving around I'm up like a shot.)

anyway. I had eaten breakfast and was washing up before anyone else came out. next kid out was my crush, and we bitched about people taking forever for a while, which was fun.

then we waited for ages for everyone else to get sorted out, blah blah blah, and we had the bike ride back. 11.5 kilometers, I think,mostly downhill for us.

it was fun! I'm not a brilliant biker, but I kept near the middle-front of the group, and i just. let go of the brakes going downhill. and these hills were bloody steep and gravelly, plus the dips and river crossings.

I didnt fall off the bike, but one kid did lmao. there was this sharp turn before a metal gate, and He saw the gate and started pulling kn the brakes, but he hit the front brakes and just. flipped. the bike crashed into me and he went to the ground.

it was funny in the afterwards, but the kid got rather grazed lmao. he's not dead though, so that's good.

we were at the campsite that was, in my opinion, the coldest that night. also I slept in a three person instead of a two person, and by myself that meant more body heat was going into the tent. brrr. but we also did the nightline activity(hold onto a rope and follow it through the dark forest while blindfolded and with a helmet on. highly recommend it. go do it with friends u trust lmao)

I was behind this slow kid and he tripped at one point so I just. went ahead of him. then I spent around half an hour walking through the dark by myself (I walked into five trees. each time I took a step back, glared at it through the blindfold fifty five seconds and then continued around it with a muttered bitch. I'm nothing if not dramatic.) before I crashed into my crush hehe. it was near the end and we just got to the end at the same time, where two others already were. it was chill, we talked for a while. bullied people who were going through it by whacking trees they were near with sticks and shaking the line as they tried to use it. (we were allowed to, dw)

the next day, we went canyoning and holy frick frack fuckedy fuck fuck, that was c o l d. freezing. I jumped into the water and nearly died (exaggerated) but my crush jumped through a fricken waterfall and couldnt feel his hands or feet for ten minutes. another kid was walking funny bc he'd waited in the water for five minutes, and this shit was cold enough that we were wearing wet suits and thermals.

once we were dry and dressed (we got to have showers. h e a v e n (I only took 10 seconds bc like, why tf would you need a longer one? people took fifteen minutes, like wtf)) we went rock climbing! which was brilliant, honestly. I liked the belaying more (I've got this thing where I prefer people trust me than me trusting them, hmmm I wonder why) but also climbed the hardest one! it was really fun, and I only fell like fourteen time at one point (lmao,the rope caught me each time but I looked like a fuvking idiot hehe)

then we slept at a campsite which had a fire kn the beach!! if was so much fun. we also did a solo, which involved us sitting in the wild for twenty minutes and reflecting upon camp. I lay on the ground and stared at the moon. it was lovely and peaceful, until two kids started talking.

side note, guys voices are lovely and deep and rumbly and very nice (in general) but girls are generally higher pitched and ugh, it can be v e r y bloody annoying when ur trying to contemplate life.

possums visited camp that night. woke up in the middle of it to a possum crashing into the side if my tent, and I just. stopped breathing for a minute while I listened to it. a possum growling sounds terrifying. look it up!

also heard cows that night. cows are good.

day four, we abseiled. holy s h i t, it was fun. just... sitting there and watching the river and and rock and dangling in midair.... god, I loved it.

then we went to the high ropes course. this was b r i l l i a n t. we'd done low ropes st some point, but high ropes involved more belaying, which involved, and then at one point, we did a thing called the leap of faith, which was around eight meters high and you climbed to the top of this cylinder of wood before jumping for a trapeze. I knew I wouldn't get it, so I jumped on two when they counted down for me, and I missed lmao. but it was bloody brilliant.

then we had to do a whole shitton of cleanup,which they don't normally get groups to do, but we were s p e c i a l (as in our school gets to clean things we dont even use, sigh) before camping one last night. I had go share with someone, it was gell, packed up at least four tents in the morning bc I was very good at that for some reason,before we hot back to camp and went to the bus and oh, that was brilliant.

I finished my book, chatted with the guys, chatted with my crush for .5 of a second, had that thkng happen where people see you talking to a guy and are like ooOOooohhHHHHHhhh they're dAtiNG bc we're all stupid year tens and it was fucking hilarious (I've never dated anyone, so peopke bloody obsess over pairing me up with someone and I'm just like??? fuckers I'ma child how abt no (sidenote there was a couple on camp and they were cute but uh. year ten relationships dont really last, according to my year 13 camp leader (she was chill af, and basically showed me a whole new perspective on being friends with guys and so in conclusion she's bloody brilliant))) anyway they came up with a ship name for me and the guy and I nearly pissed myself laughing bc its best to laugh along with it and it was really funny tbh

anyway. we also for some reason talked abt sex and porn a lot and it was weird but also kinda chill bc most of the boys are relatively respectful of the girls,in the sense that we all make dirty jokes to each other but don't cross the line, so it was pretty funny and chill. also guys apparently never stop making dick jokes and that type of shit and it was kinda funny tbh

then we got home, grabbed our shit, and legged it away from there.

now I'm gonna rant abt my crush hehe

he was like, oh who's this? when we were walking to dinner in the dark one night (I was in front of him and his friend and he couldn't see my face) and then fucking knew who I was from the way that I walked like mate, why tf do you know how i walk and how to describe it, hmm?

I flipped him off after he said that though it was fucking funny

also!! he just. stared at my eyes and was like, are your eyes different colors? and I was like yeah. and he just nodded slowly and we maintained eye contact for a while. twas weird.

we have staring contests a lot too?? like, he'll look at me or I'll look at him and then at one point he was like, you just stare at people and then tilt ur head, dont you! and I was like wtf dude,but also I kept eye contact bc its a Thing.

also on the bus ride home he just mimicked my facial expressions and it was really bloody funny and j broke out laughed and he smiled

yeah basically I'm hopelessly crushing on him bc he's smart and sarcastic but it never gonna happen so I just wanna be friends type thing. sigh.

ANYWAY. camp was kinda great, at some points it left me feeling like I was so bloody alone and also I felt really shitty mentally but I kept going and i really enjoyed it! yeah! also i nearly cried when i said goodbye to my instructors bc they were brilliant and I'm gonna miss them so bloody much, I'm sad I'll never see them again.

yeah.

#im hopeless ik #but it was chill #yeah #ask questions if youve got any!

[minheefreckles]

Hidden Love - Taeyoung

Word count: about 2.5k

Member: Cravity’s Taeyoung 

Warning(s): Idiots in love, a few curse words here and there nothing too bad

Genre: Fluff, bulletpoint scenario, slight crack

Note: This was requested by anon! Also I don’t know how entertainment companies work so there may be some errors. Reader is older than taeyoung and is female since anon requested a nuna reader. Enjoy!

Request: hi!! can i ask for a taeyoung fic where the reader is an older trainee at starship and tae has the fattest noona crush on him 🥺

Plot: In which getting locked into a closet brings you a lot closer to a certain younger trainee

- The first thing taeyoung was greeted with while entering the practice room for the first time was a big group hug, sweaty arms and shoulders embracing him from everywhere

- (he swore he could have felt someone wrap their legs around him koala-style too)

- Giggles and shouts echoed through the room and despite himself (and the numerous sweats stains the huggers left on his new, plain white shirt :)), he felt himself giggling along with these strangers that he has known for a total of 5 seconds

- A chorus of very very enthusiastic “Hi Taeyoung!”s as the group released him from their hug followed, people introducing themselves to him left and right, leaving him slightly disoriented, but like, a good kind of disoriented if that was a thing

- As each trainee introduced themselves properly to him, by what he was guessing as age order– age, years of training, name, all that jazz

- Taeyoung’s eyes finally drifted to the person at the end of the line

- You!!

- There’s a small sign with the word “leader” messily written in black Sharpie on it and he noticed the corners of it didn’t stick on your shirt anymore

- Your eyes shone brightly and warmly, a wide grin etched on your face and Taeyoung felt his heart skip a beat

- Taeyoung seeing you basically: 😳

- You took a big step towards him and extended a hand towards him

- “Hi! I’m (Y/N), leader of this practice room, and you’re watching Disney Channel. Welcome to Starship Entertainment. Let’s get along well!” 

- Taeyoung’s eyes widened slightly. 

- Taeyoung: “what if… what if my hand was sweaty???” 

- “What if my hand sweat disgusts her????”

- To the poor boy’s shock, you retract your hand

- Taeyoung now, his eyes even wider because he thought you hated him now: “Did I make her wait too long????,,, does she hate me??? am i gonna have to leave starship now????”

- Taeyoung stop overreacting

- However, you open your arms very wide, inching closer and closer to him until your body is about 2 inches apart from his

- Taeyoung’s heart right now: THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THU-

- You hugged him in what might the warmest and most comfortable hug Taeyoung has ever received

- After a few seconds, which felt like an eternity for Taeyoung, you broke the hug and ruffled his hair

- “Let’s be good friends, kiddo :D!”, you said while unintentionally kiddo-zoning AND friend-zoning Taeyoung at the same time 

- And become good friends you guys did!

- You were the one he was closest to and the most comfortable with among the female trainees

- Whenever he couldn’t execute a dance move the way he wanted to, you were there at his rescue! guiding him through it and calming him down

- Whenever his throat was feeling sore from all the practicing and singing, you were there to yeet a bottle of water at him and tell him to stay hydrated, ruffling his hair while he whines at you for always treating him like a child

- Whenever he felt sad, down and as if the whole world was against him, you were there to sit down with him, remind him that no! he’s not alone, he had you and the other trainees who cared a lot for him

- Sometimes, you guys engage in deep long talks that last hours

- They always without fail manage to cheer him up and its probably during one of these talks that he starts to crush on you

- And boy does he start crushing h a r d

- The thing he liked most about you was probably the way you were so kind and so encouraging to everybody

- Even if the teachers scolded you for spending too much time helping the others with their moves or something, you didn’t care

- You liked helping others and you had already claimed all the others as your children >:D

- Anyways, the second time where he felt himself fall even deeper for you was on a weekend night, late in the night

- All the others have opted to go out to the movies or to go sing at a karaoke since it was the weekend 

- You, however, decided to stay at the practice room to touch up some dance moves you didn’t feel that good about and Taeyoung stayed because… well because of you

- After practicing for a good while with him and also lowkey just messing around, you laid down on the hard floor, your shirt soaked with sweat, Taeyoung soon following suit. 

- You turn towards him to face him and Taeyoung noticed how pretty you were, even with your sweaty, wet, messy hair plastered to the sides of your face, even when your nostrils were flaring up and down because you were out of breath

- “I never noticed how pretty your lips were” you said and turned back to stare at the ceiling

- While taeyoung’s literally about to flatline because his heart is beating so quickly jssjakak

- He also turns to stare at the ceiling awkwardly because he swears to god, if he looks at you for one more second, he will literally combust

- “R-really?” - him, absolutely shook while you lay there peacefully smiling at nothing

- “Yeah :) they look very soft :)” 

- Taeyoung’s literally shaking at this point

- “T-that’s cool. Your lips are pretty too?? I guess?? N-not to be creepy, i just find them really pretty, like pretty in shape, you know haha? And color too!! Your lip color is really pretty :’DD” 

- He turns back towards you to see you snoring and sleeping peacefully and he just sits there for a minute blinking because

- What just happened

- …

- The poor boy is on the verge of tears because :((( was he that boring to the point where you feel asleep :((( 

- The truth is you were just tired from practicing and from pulling that one nighter yesterday 

- But he didnt know that so whoops

- He ended up just saying fuck it and just fell asleep next to you, his arm under his head serving as a pillow 

- And oh boy y’all bet y’all got teased when the other trainees came back and found you two together

- Taeyoung with his arm around your waist even though he made sure to sleep at least 3 feet away from you last night because he wanted to respect your personal space

- Your face nuzzled into his chest

- Your legs tangled together

- S c a n d a l o u s

- Many pictures were taken on that day

- “God tier blackmail material” - kang minhee probably

- That was the day where you also started seeing taeyoung in a different light

- Maybe… just maybe he wasn’t the kid you always thought he was?

- Maybe he was… a man 😳

- There’s no way, right?? Haha you were just tripping

- … unless ?

- You start paying attention to your hair whenever you practiced with him

- No longer were the days where you liked to agressively flip your hair into his face because what if your hair smelled bad today :(?

- And wow, you really weren’t lying that night

- His lips really were pretty :0

- And how can someone look so good right after waking up at 5 am? And right after dancing for 30 minutes straight?

- And wow he really cleaned up well in a suit and tie when there was a certain formal event you guys had to attend

- You were even afraid to hug him sometimes after practice because what if you got sweat on him :((( what if your sweat disgusts him :((((

- Oh how the turn tables

- Unfortunately, taeyoung being the clueless boy he is mistakes your crush on him to being uncomfortable 

- He racks his mind to think of something he did to offend you or something

- And he suddenly remembers the practice room night

- Did he make you uncomfortable that night? Maybe he should have woken you up instead of laying down with you?

- Goddammit taeyoung - him

- He now thinks you hate him whoops :)

- So now the two of you avoid each other

- You avoid him because you’re still having an existential crisis over whether you really consider him as a crush and a man or a boi™

- He avoids you because he feels guilty for sleeping next to you and thinks you think he’s creepy

- Two idiots in love :)

- And y’all bet the other trainees knows how absolutely dumb and in love the both of you are

- And that is why they formed a plan together to

- !!! lock both of you in a closet to talk out your feelings !!!

- Isn’t that just genius haha nothing’s gonna go wrong right? Of course not

- So, Minhee’s mainly the one behind this absolute evil masterpiece

- He commands tells poor Seongmin to go tell you that you need to retrieve a bucket from the closet 

- While Wonjin’s the one who tells Taeyoung to go there to get a mop for “spring cleaning” even though its almost july

- And as if y’all couldn’t be dumber, you guys buy it and do exactly as they say

- You arrive first to the closet, not noticing the small footsteps behind you as Taeyoung also walks towards the closet, too enthralled by something on his phone to notice you were right before him 

- As you enter the tight closet, you don’t see a bucket?

- Did you get the wrong closet?? :( you remember them specifically saying it was this one though

- You hear the closet door open once again and you yelp, surprised by the sudden creaking and suddenly finding yourself face to face with Taeyoung 

- His nose was literally almost touching yours because of how small the closet was and you feel your heartbeat accelerate

- You didn’t even have the time so say hi to him before the doors suddenly closes followed by the sound of something, or rather somebody locking it. 

- Now that the door was closed, there was no natural light peeking through the crack of the door like before and you both find yourselves in the dark, tight space of the closet

- You stare bewildered at Taeyoung’s direction and you were pretty sure his expression was also mirroring yours before both of you turned towards the door and banged on it 

- It didn’t take long to conclude the others were behind this as the sound of giggling and hushed laughter could be heard from outside

- “YOU FUCKNUTS” - Taeyoung

- You at him swearing: 😶🤭😯😧😮😲

- “LET US OUT”

- “NOT UNTIL YOU TALK TO EACH OTHER AND STOP BEING DUMBASSES. YOU GUYS ARE IN LOVE AND ITS ANNOYING. BYE” sais someone who suspiciously sounded like Minhee

- You knew they weren’t gonna give up so you tried to find where the light switch was so you could at least see

- “Taeyoung, just give it up, do you know where the light is?”

- “IT’S NEXT TO THE DOOR” - a voice from outside

- “Thanks, I guess” you muttered, trying to stabilize yourself when you almost trip on something, which you were guessing was probably Taeyoung’s foot or something like that

- “Ouch!” Yep, that was his foot

- “Sorry, it’s really dark here, can you help me find the light switch. I can’t even remember where the door was” 

- You keep palping the wall to find it when you come in contact with something else :) something that kinda feels like a hand :) like Taeyoung’s hands :) not that you memorized the feeling of his hand shape from holding his hands so many times you could recognize them anywhere anytime :) totally not :)

- You hear a “click” and the light finally comes out of a light bulb from the ceiling and you tightly close your eyes for a second to get accustomed to the sudden change 

- When reopening them, you realize that you and Taeyoung found the light switch at the same time, your hand now on top of his

- You quickly retract your hand, your face feeling kinda warm, and glance at Taeyoung to find that his face, too, was very very red

- “So… um…”

- “Yep…”

- Awkward silence ensues :) 

- “Look y/n i can’t take it anymore… i’m so sorry for making you uncomfortable that night when i slept next to you in the practice room. I was tired and i didnt want to wake you up because you looked so peaceful. Im sorry :(“

- “Wait… what, Taeyoung, you didn’t make me uncomfortable at all. Actually, since that night, I’ve just been really weird. I get weird around you, not in like a bad way. My heart feels weird, my stomach too. Like it feels like having butterflies in your stomach. All this time I thought of you as a kid, and now I might actually,,,,,, seeyoulikeaman?”

- Taeyoung: :0

- sO YOU DON’T HATE ME? Or is this your way of indirectly telling me that you hate me :(“

- “NO NO I DONT HATE YOU AT ALL WHAT MADE YOU THINK THAT”

- Haha nothing just you basically avoiding me 24/7 and not talking to me ever about anything anymore - taeyoung in his head

- “Idk. Wait, what did you say before? You might see what?”

- “Uh, well basically, uhhh…”

- “Does the mighty y/n mayhaps have a crush on me? I think I heard something like “i might see you like a man now”, huh?” Cue Taeyoung grinning like the Cheshire cat

- “Pfft, no, what do you mean, i never said that…”.........

- “Ok, yes, I admit it, I may have a small, teeny crush on you. I don’t know how it happened but it happened. And I actually like the feeling I get when I’m nervous around you. That sounds really weird, doesn’t it? And now I feel stupid because you probably don’t feel the same.”

- Taeyoung who has been crushing on you literally from the second he saw you: :0

- “I have a confession, but… I’ve liked you since the day you hugged me in that practice room my first day at Starship.”

- “WHAT?”

- “You were so kind to me and the others even when I just entered the company. You supported me through all these years and I don’t think I honestly could have picked someone else better than you to crush on. You’re literally an angel in disguise, Y/N.”

- Homeboy really just poured his entire heart and feelings to you in a closet

- “Wow. I guess we were crushing on each other this whole time and didn’t notice.” You couldn’t help but chuckle at the situation. 

- “NOW KISS” - a voice outside, again

- You and Taeyoung shared an exasperated look together. 

- “Leave us alone, this is private >:(((“ 

- “No.”

- You know, Tae,” you put your hand on his arm, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively, “that kiss doesn’t sound like a bad idea” You were now sporting a wide grin. 

- “Y/N NOT YOU TOO”

Bonus

“guys! get us out of here”

“jungmo unlock them”

“...”

“jungmo!”

“i may have forgotten the lock combination…”

“JUNGMO!”

#kim taeyoung #cravity #kpop #kpop blurbs #kpop fluff #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #cravity taeyoung #taeyoung fluff #taeyoung scenarios #taeyoung imagines #cravity fluff #cravity scenarios #cravity imagines #request #cravity taeyoung fluff #cravity taeyoung imagines #cravity taeyoung scenarios

[theelliottsmiths]

Do you have a story about how you got your cats please?

Okay so. I went to the shelter with the intention of maybe adopting a staffie (a dog, you understand, and not a cat at all). When I was there walking around the kennels I decided I wouldn't feel right having a dog of the size I like (aka not a little dog, I worry about stepping on them and also they're all bred to be in poor health, basically) in a place that doesn't have a big garden and whatnot. I decided I wanted to get a cat. I went home, went back a week later after thinking it though (my impulse control? superb, mostly), and there was this little black cat called Bear up for adoption. Adorable. Perfect fluffball. Smol girlie.

I asked if I could meet her. They said you have to have all your paperwork and whatnot ready because they don't reserve animals (?) so you basically have to take all your paperwork and adopt them the day you meet them. I went home and a week later emailed them asking if she was still there. Massive issues ensued, I don't know how people for whom a phonecall is not accessible can communicate with them.

I went back with all my paperwork organised to prove I am me and was allowed by the landlord to adopt a cat. My home was ready: I had two litter trays, food and water dishes, a bed, animal-safe disinfectant and anything else one might need when procuring a new feline friend.

She was no longer there. Sad day.

I asked which cats were indoor cats (I disagree with outdoor cats in general but also just wanted an indoor cat because I live near a road) and he gave me a list of three pens and, of course, mentioned the kittens were also obviously indoor cats. They had more than a dozen kittens.

Javert and Valjean did not go by those names then. They were aloof and sat looking through the window of the bedding section of their cage/pen (they're pretty big, considering). They were twice the size of all the other cats, and a pair, and boys: not at all what I was looking for, though they were at least adults (three years old). Still, I liked their vibes and wanted to pet a cat, so I asked the man to set up a room we could meet in.

I barely saw the boys in that room. They spent most of the hour hiding under a bench because they were cowardly. I took off my glasses for them to sniff and managed a single-finger head stroke. I fell in love. Avoir un coup de foudre.

I was told they were very standoffish and would never be affectionate, probably wouldn't even let me pet them. I didn't care: from the moment I saw them I knew, really, they were destined to be my boys.

The rest of the time was spent with me sitting on the concrete floor making awkward conversation whilst I got advice on whether I could dupe my landlord and get two cats and just be like uh yeah you said I could get two and I'm such a good tenant and they're good boys anyway so... Spoiler alert: turns out that if you just don't even say anything and act like yeah of course there are two they've always been here dude then they don't question it.

I said fuck it, helped the woman put them back in the carriers, and marched past all the staffies, the pigs, the rabbits, and the horse (who bit me the first time I went by the way, I think they knew I think horses are just donkeys living above their station) and up to the desk man to get the paperwork I would then spend two hours filling out. I had a confusing circular conversation with a woman who was also at the desk because I wrote the estimated hours I would be out of the house as per week and she didnt get that you can roughly divide that into the hours per day.

It was dark and windy by the time we were ready to go. The man offered to let us stay in the building until the taxi came to get us but like a fool I said no thanks and went outside. I was tired, my senses hurt, and we were all very stressed.

It turned out there was a car accident just up the road and the taxi was to be almost an hour late. We went back inside after ten minutes. I gave him a defiant look because my sister had already taken the other option, which was primarily sheepishness.

They then super offhandedly said oh btw you have to feed them X food only or they will get sick and bleed inside. They gave me four cans (two meals) because where do you get non-whiskas food at 7pm? Sidenote they were feeding them supplementary wet food and not complete wet food how are they allowed to work there? Also please don't feed your cats whiskas.

Then yeah. Got them home, they shouted a lot on the way, and I didn't see them for about three days. It's fine, didn't expect to. Eventually VJ and then Jav felt brave and learned about the living room and that was that. My boys.

It turns out that they were wrong, by the way. Jav is a little picky about his affection, he prefers to take than just recieve, but if I let him Valjean would be in my lap purring 22/7 (they have to eat and use the litter trays so I took off a couple of hours).

#me rambling #truly an epic tale #non-rammstein #basically an essay

[lumosinlove]

Solntse

part ii

Remus sits in Lily and James’ tiny living room and tries to ignore the subtly laid out pillow and blankets set on the corner of the couch. Lily doesn’t let him.

“Your apartment has flees.”

Remus sets his glass down, “That was one bug and it was a beetle.”

Lily twists her hair over one shoulder, unrelenting, “Remus. Please.” She nods towards the pillow, “Just—I’m worried. We’re worried.”

Remus looks away so he doesn’t have to see the way James nods, they way they’re both looking at him like he’s already a lost cause. He wishes for a moment he’d never told them what he does other than serve pizza and take the early shifts at the gas station around the block, but then he’d be all alone in it. And they were his best friends, that was why he had told them. Just in case one day all of James’ fears came true and some guy murdered Remus in a hotel room. Or something.

James sighs, “Mate, we’re not ganging up on you.”

“No, I know.” Remus nods down at his mug of tea, “I know. I just…I don’t want to be that friend you can’t get rid of. Like. That would be awful.”

“Re, you’re never going to become that.” Lily puts a warm hand on his shoulder, squeezing, “That’s not how we think about it at all. We just want to know your safe.”

James raises his mug to his mouth, “As safe as you can be…”

“James.” Lily snips, then her face turns soft again for Remus, “Will you stay here?”

“Lils, really, my apartment is fine.” He curls his feet further beneath him, “I’ll finish my tea and go. Don’t worry.”

He thinks back to his two night hotel escapade and shakes his head more firmly at Lily. He already feels enough like a charity case as it is. Even if he did get good money for it. Sirius had pushed an extra eighty dollars into his hand at the door and closed it before Remus could protest. He had pressed a chapped kiss to his cheek too. Remus was still mulling that over.

When he finally does make it out of the apartment he pulls his ratty coat tightly over his shoulders and ducks his head against the wind. He could probably buy a new one if Sirius called again. He did ask for two nights in a row, and it went great so, maybe. But he didn’t want to be flashy about any new money. His landlord had already raised his eyebrows when Remus had handed over two months rent in advanced.

His apartment wasn’t flea infested although it did give off that sort of look. He had a cheep futon bed frame, just to keep his mattress off the floor so it didn’t mold, and a dresser from IKEA. His kitchen consisted of a stove and a sink. The gas was usually pretty iffy and his sink ran mostly cold, like his shower, but…he had a roof and food. It’s fine. He has James and Lily if he was really, really in trouble but he doesn’t want it to come to that. He’ll never want it to come to that.

He throws his keys down on the dresser and goes to check the leak under the sink. It hasn’t gotten worse but he empties out what water is in the bucket just while he’s there. He re-tapes the crack in the window and makes a note to ask his landlord about that. Again. He’s just sitting down on his bed when his phone rings. He groans and closes his eyes when he pulls it out, hoping it isn’t one of his less polite customers. He sighs in relief when he sees the name.

“Frank, hi.” Frank almost never wants sex. He likes to talk. He’s lonely. Remus can relate. He’s the son of two wealth-soaked parents who don’t pay him a lick of attention. Remus can half relate. “How are you, mate?”

“Oh. Hi, Remus. Wasn’t sure I’d get you, um. I’m fine. I—um. Was wondering…” He trails off.

“Sure, when were you thinking? I’ve got something Tuesday and Sunday and you know when I work, so…”

“Actually, I was thinking now?” His voice is up an entire octave with nerves, “I just…Family problems right now. Was hoping to just talk a bit.”

Remus runs a hand over his face but tries not to pause too long. He doesn’t want Frank to think he doesn’t want to, “Sounds great! Should I meet you at the—“

“I couldn’t get the usual room. It’s 207 tonight. Same hotel though, the Pierre.”

Remus nods, tries to keep a smile in his voice, “Great. See you soon.”

He’s barely hung up when another name flashes up at him. He’s almost embarrassed by how fast he answers, “Sirius. Hi.” That didn’t come out anywhere close to how he wanted it to.

“Remus! Life is good?”

Remus laughs lightly, still caught off guard but warmed by Sirius’ simple honesty, “Uh, yeah, life is good. How are you?”

“Good. Busy. Always busy, you know? I’m at airport now, going to be in town on Wednesday. You want see together? Or, ah, not together.”

“Each other.” Remus supplies.

“Yes, perfect. You always know. What you think, Remus?”

Remus half wishes Sirius would stop saying his name like that and half wishes he’ll never stop saying his name like that, “Yeah, that works for me. What time were you thinking?”

“Seven? I get us dinner in room, so don’t eat. I’m, ah…” Sirius lets out a soft laugh and Remus presses the speaker closer to his ear, “I’m think about you a lot.”

Remus swallows over a suddenly dry throat, “Yeah?”

“Hm.” There’s a loud speaker in the background and Sirius says something low in Russian, “Flight calling me. Wednesday okay, yes?”

“Yes. Have a good flight.”

“You too. Or—“ They both laugh, “Okay, I’m go now. Bye, Remus.”

The line goes dead and Remus lets the phone fall to the bed. He breathes in deeply and looks down. He’s half hard in his pants now and he really doesn’t know why. He’s suppose to be on his way to Frank’s, he tips well, he honestly needs Remus a little bit and…fuck. He splashes some freezing water on his face from the sink and yanks his door shut as he leaves.

Frank’s is fine. The hotel room is nice and Remus ends up sucking him off—twice. He doesn’t get hard either time but Frank seems either completely fine with that or he doesn’t notice. What does get him going is the ping he gets on his phone while he’s walking home from the tube. It’s a picture. Of Sirius. A selfie. He’s grinning in front of a beautiful sunset outside a plane window. There’s no message except a few sideways parentheses that Remus takes as smiles. Looking at the grin triggers thinking about Sirius’ large, warm hands on his hips and back. That leads to thinking about the way Sirius had carefully pushed his fingers inside of Remus, then the hot slide of his cock to replace them, his weight covering Remus’ back—

By the time Remus is walking up the stairs to his apartment again he’s more or less waddling around his tented trousers. By the time he’s throwing his keys on his dresser all he can do is lean back against his door and shove his hand into his boxers. They’re already damp with pre-come so what’s the point anyway? He smears his thumb over his head and squeezes the base, letting out a breath. It’s not as good as Sirius and his fucking huge palms. Now that he’s got a hand wrapped around himself he can really feel the difference. He pushes his pants down around his knees so he can get two hands around himself instead, twisting around the head and keeping a tight grip around the shaft. It barely takes a dozen pulls before he’s shooting into his fist with a harsh sound, Sirius’ name almost on his lips. Almost. He makes the mistake of thinking about the way Sirius had trailed his fingertips over his sensitive cock after he’d made Remus come in his mouth, keeping the pleasurable nerves alight, and takes a cold shower so he doesn’t have to go again. The shower only makes him think about how, next time, maybe Sirius won’t come untouched. Maybe Remus will get to return the favor. He doesn’t even know how much of Sirius he could fit in his mouth but fuck if he doesn’t want to try. He groans and wraps a hand around himself again. He’s too sensitive but he doesn’t care. He works himself fast and hard until his cock is a flushed red and he comes weakly against the shower wall, panting into the cool spray.

He looks at his phone as he towels off his hair. It’s Saturday, and it’s going to be a long couple days.

~

There’s a different woman at the front desk this time and Remus is glad. Not that he thinks the other one would remember him but, still. He stares at the twelve on the door for a moment, trying to calm his heart rate, before he knocks.

The door doesn’t open immediately so he knocks again, feeling more awkward by the second.

This time there’s a muffled shout and a few seconds later the door is yanked open by Sirius—dripping wet and a towel hastily wrapped around his waist.

“Sorry!” He gasps, “Sorry, flight late, felt kind of like plane—plane all over me? Thought I be fast, sorry.”

“Okay.” Remus meant to say it’s okay but, well, Sirius’ towel is slipping sort of low.

“Come in, come in, I’m be ready in minute.”

Ready for what? Remus wants to ask.

He goes to sit on one of the couches and strokes his hands over a soft pillows while Sirius pads back to the shower, dropping his towel without closing the door. For a second, Remus debates on whether he can consider that as an invitation or not. He stands up twice and sits back down before the water shuts off and he sits again. Sirius emerges a second later, grabbing the towel from the floor to wrap around his waist and another for his hair.  He rubs at his hair until the waves fluff around his ears and into his eyes. He smiles over at Remus somewhat guiltily.

“Sorry again. You want look at menu?” Sirius flips open a sleek looking suitcase and starts rifling through it, “Starving. Airplane food most bad, you know?”

Remus doesn’t but he’s not about to start that conversation. Instead he reaches for the leather-bound hotel book, “Where did you come from?”

“Sydney, ah…Hard for me to say.”

“Australia.”

Sirius laughs and pulls a loose fitting pair of sweatpants on—bare, “Yes, right.” A white long sleeve shirt follows and—to Remus’ surprised delight—a black snapback. It sits snugly on his damp hair, pushing the front part back out of his eyes while the rest wings out above his ears. Remus can see the shape of his ring necklace through his shirt. He swallows. Sirius looks good.

He pulls some warm looking socks on and Remus glances briefly at the hole in the heel on his own left foot. The couch bounces a little as Sirius settles next to him, leaning in close to look at the menu, “Good food? What you like?”

Remus tries to read the menu, he really does, but Sirius’ arm is thrown over the back of the couch  and his fingertips are brushing over where he sweater gives way to skin. He holds the menu out to Sirius, “You decide. I’ll eat anything.”

Sirius gives him a teasingly disapproving look but takes the menu and reaches towards the side table for the phone. He orders too much. A steak, fries, a plate of brisket ravioli, a cheese board, a salad, calamari, and two slices of chocolate cake. Remus doesn’t know where they’re going to put it all, but he hopes maybe he can take some of it home.

“We do tea later,” Sirius reaches out and fans one of Remus’ curls between his fingers. “After.” He amends, “They say thirty minutes.” Then his fingers are lightly brushing Remus’ hip, just beneath his sweater, “We stay busy while wait. Is okay?”

“Yeah.” Remus breathes, because what Sirius doesn’t know is that he got off to the mere memories of what they did last time every night leading up to now. Sometimes twice. Of course it’s okay. He’s never had a job this fucking okay, and he’ll damn sure make the most of it until Sirius moves on. They always do. Remus usually feels more grateful when they do, but he has a feeling Sirius will be different.

Sirius flashes him a grin and tugs him right into his lap. His lips are warm and chapped against Remus’, but the rough texture is nice. Remus feels like it keeps him there, in Sirius’ arms. He runs his tongue across Sirius’ bottom lip just to feel it and is rewarded with a soft sound and a palm to the small of his back. Sirius, who seems to be able to take Remus aback in almost everything he does, is holding Remus close, chest to chest. Not by the hips, not by the shoulders. Remus has never had any problems with abuse and he’s lucky in that way but Sirius, Sirius isn’t holding him like he’s there for sex at all. He’s cradling Remus in his lap, hands running lazily up and down his back. He’s licking into his mouth like they have all the time in the world, like they’ve been kissing forever and they’ll do it tomorrow, and tomorrow.

Remus’ palms cup his jaw and he runs his fingers along the edge of the snapback.

“You want off?” Sirius’ voice sounds like he’s just woken up.

Remus shakes his head and his eyes slip closed as Sirius’ mouth moves to his jaw, “No.”

Sirius’ warm breath against his neck as he laughs softly almost feels better than the wet kisses he’s leaving there. Almost.

They stay like that until the knock on the door makes Remus blink his eyes open blearily, suddenly aware of how warm he is.

Sirius shifts him to the side gently, kneeling on the couch for one last peck, “I’m get food, relax here.”

Remus blinks at him, licks his kiss-swollen lips, and honestly just wants to ask Sirius why he is like this. He rests his head back on the couch and listens to Sirius’ bright voice chatting away to the bell boy who brought their food. He’s thanking him, telling him how good it all looks, and Remus thinks maybe he’s just this nice to everyone he meets. He isn’t sure what to do with that.

“Hey,” Sirius head pokes back through the door, cart trailing him, “Food.”

Remus isn’t going to say no to that.

The spread of food looks even bigger when laid out and Remus can’t help but laugh as Sirus sits down next to him again, “Sirius, this is…a lot.”

Sirius shrugs one shoulder, “We don’t finish, you take home.”

Remus isn’t going to say no to that, either. He has a brief moment of wondering whether ordering this much was purposeful on Sirius’ part, but pushes it aside. That’s ridiculous. Sirius doesn’t even know him, much less anything about his financial situation. Well. He might know a little given who they are to each other.

Remus spends most of the meal listening to Sirius try to explain some funny story that happened on his trip, and anticipating the occasional moments of being fed bits of steak and such by Sirius, who barely breaks in talking despite how it takes Remus’ breath for a moment.

“I spend lot of time in hotel, you know?” Sirius’ voice breaks into Remus’ thoughts, mid story. He wished he’d been listening fully to know how to respond.

“I, ah, lonely?”

Sirius shrugs, but shoves a large scoop of pasta in his mouth. Remus takes that as a yes.

“How did you…” Remus searches for the right word before trying, “find me?”

Sirius actually pinks a little at that, “Ah. Friend. You know him. Recommend. Say you very sweet.”

Remus nods and respects the anonymity even if he’s dying to know who, “Sweet, huh?”

Sirius smiles a little, “I’m think so, too.”

They move onto the cake and the hotel had sent up an two extra desserts, seemingly just because Sirius is Sirius.

“I’m stay here lot, they know me.”

“Probably because you order the entire menu anyway.” Remus jokes.

It makes Sirius’ entire face light up, spreading his hands, “Hey, why not? Hungry after long day of flying.” He knocks his ankle against Remus’, “Good food, best company.”

Remus rolls his eyes a little and Sirius snorts. That shouldn’t be attractive, but it is.

“You live here always?” Sirius asks through a bite of cheesecake, “London?”

“Yeah, always.”

“Born here?”

Remus nods, “Yeah. I live a few streets over from my parent’s flat.”

“Must be so nice.” Sirius is smiling, but his eyes are down at his plate and he looks a little mournful. His fingertips not holding his fork are twisting the ring around his neck,  “Be near family always.”

Remus takes a bite instead of answering. It had been nice. For a while.

“Not…Not nice?” Sirius says softly, “Sorry, not want to bring up bad things, Remus—“

“No. No, it’s okay. It’s fine, I just…yeah, I don’t really talk to my parents much these days.”

Sirius places a warm hand on his thigh, thumb rubbing on the inside slowly. But it isn’t sexual. It isn’t even verging on sexual. It’s soothing and warm, and it makes Remus want to keep talking.

“Not since I came out.” He finally manages, “To them. They weren’t…” But it turns out that’s all he can say on the matter.

“Make you feel better…” Sirius wets his lips, “Parents not know. Mine, I’m saying. Scared to tell, not good thing in Russia.” He gives Remus’ thigh a little squeeze, “I understand. Remus, it’s—it’s most brave.”

Remus blinks hard, “Yeah.” He doesn’t know why he’s sitting here having this semi-melt down with Sirius. Sirius definitely isn’t paying for this. He’s probably annoyed with him under all his kind words and so Remus snuffles and digs his palms into his eyes, trying to wipe the tears away and the redness that’s probably there both. There’s nothing really to do to make this not an awkward transition. How do you go from tears to sex? And with a stranger? “I’m sorry.” He begins, “Fuck, this—was not what I had planned.”

“Remus, it’s not apology—no, okay?” He’s suddenly pushing the food table away and tucking his legs beneath himself, sitting on his socked-heels and taking both of Remus’ hands, thumbs rubbing gently against the vulnerable insides of Remus’ wrists, “I’m not mind, really. Really.”

“I’ll take this out of your pay. Honestly, Sirius, this isn’t what you brought me here for, I just want you to know that I know that.” Remus can’t help it though, and despite his words curls his fingers around Sirius’, “Sorry."

“Please stop saying, Remus.” Sirius tone is firm, “Please, you—not an apology.” Even the word ‘apology’ sounds nice in Sirius’ mouth.

“I…make okay? A bit?” Sirius tugs very lightly on Remus’ hands but when Remus shakes his head he—he lets go. Which Remus can’t decide how he feels about that.

“Sorry.” He says again, then at Sirius’ face, he pushes a hand through his hair, “Fuck, sorry—Sor—“

And then Sirius is kissing him. His thumbs are stroking slowly along his cheeks and he’s sucking Remus’ bottom lip slowly into his mouth, brushing his tongue along it with the same amount of leisure. Remus sighs into it, fingers digging into his own thighs for a moment before he’s leaning forward and pressing his palms flat on Sirius’.

“Only if want.” Sirius says against his mouth, “Remus.” He pulls away just enough to look at Remus’ glassy eyes, “You not want a second ago, I’m just want no more sorry. No, ah, not need to do anything, okay?” He curls his fingers back around Remus’ ears, around the curls there, “карамель, can just put movie on. Have more cake.”

Remus sniffles a little, blinking hard at Sirius, “Did—Did you just call me caramel?” He remembers the soft word from last time.

Sirius smiles, a bit, and lifts one shoulder, “It’s good, no? It’s…not sure how to say…small names important in Russia. Mean two people are close.”

Is that really what we are? Remus wants to ask. He sort of wants to yell it because, as great as this is, he sees nothing but a darker end. For himself, anyway.

“Oh.” Is all he says out loud and falls sideways a little on the couch into the cushions. He’s suddenly so tired. Sirius doesn’t seem to mind, though, and mirrors his position, their knees knocking together. His soft smile is still aimed right at Remus. “What’s yours then?”

Sirius’ smile grows, “Mama give to me when little.” He raises his eyebrows, “Little bit funny, not laugh.”

Remus feels a smile of his own start up and he uses his sleeve to wipe his nose, sitting up a little more, “I won’t laugh.”

“Sivushka.” It rolls nicely off of Sirius’ tongue, and his cheeks pink a little but he looks pleased, “Sort of…for family? Friends. Not so much lover, too…small?”

“Casual?” Remus offers, “Like, it means a different feeling.”

Sirius’ smile is soft, “So good with english. So helpful.”

“Sivushka.” Remus tries it out, but it doesn’t sound half as good. Then, he can’t help it, heart in his throat when he asks, “What’s…what’s more than friends? Like, not—just, I’m curious what that would be.”

“Lover? Sirusya, maybe.” Then he smiles, eyes crinkling warmly, “You like? You call me?”

“Surely someone already calls you that.” Remus tries to keep his voice light. I mean, look at you. He wants to add.

Sirius sits up at that a little, eyes going hard, hand—that had been rubbing idly against Remus’ knee—going still, “No. No one call me.”

Remus swallows, “I—I didn’t mean—“

“I’m not—изменя́ть.” He huffs in frustration, “изменя́ть—I’m not know, not know, okay?”

Remus’s chest goes cold, “Okay. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to imply anything.”

“Not be here if with—someone else.” Sirius shakes his head, “Not like that, Remus. I’m not.” The phrase is followed by a disgruntled spell of Russian that Remus does his best to follow through tone alone.

“I know.” Remus finally says, “I know you aren’t.” Because he’s only met Sirius twice but he can honestly say he does know this about him, “I’m sorry.”

“Not apology, карамель.” Sirius rubs his hands over his face, “Too much action, sorry.”

Remus looks on in confusion, “What?”

“Me, me,” Sirius gestures aggressively towards himself, “Me. Too much action. Not right.”

Overreaction, Remus thinks and nods, “No, I understand.”

“I’m know…what guys you probably see doing…this.” Sirius doesn’t look at him as he acknowledges exactly why Remus is there for what feels like the first time other than money exchanges, “Not wrong for you to think. But no.”

“Sirius, it’s okay.” But that feels wrong somehow and so he says instead, “I mean, we’ve done this three times.”

Sirius is quiet for a long moment this time. “It’s true.” Then, after running his fingers over his necklace a few times, “You have other small name?”

The topic change pings a little, “Um. Not anything big. Re, mostly, if anything.”

“Re.” It sounds like a lovely mess of vowel in Sirius’ mouth, “That’s all?”

Remus nods, “Nothing like Russia, huh?”

Sirius runs a hand over his face one more time but when he moves it there’s a trace of his usual smile, “I’m find you one, not worry.” Then, eyes down and voice quiet but questioning, “You have…small name…for lover?”

Remus swallows. His throat is so dry all of a sudden so he just shakes his head, then realizes Sirius isn’t looking at him so he croaks out, “No.”

Sirius nods back, “Oh.” Then he grabs the remote and pushes it into Remus’ hand, “Find something. I’m call for tea and get money before forget. Be back.”

It seems like the end of the conversation, but the conversation doesn’t feel over. Remus choses a movie, but he couldn’t say what it was about. When its over Sirius has to tuck the money into Remus’ back pocket himself. He presses another kiss to Remus’ cheek. Then Remus doesn’t hear from him for two weeks.

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[gradianvivian]

Plot Twist | Alastair, Tobias & Vivian

Tagging: Vivian @gradianalastair​ @txbiwilde​

When: Monday, April 13th 

Where: Behind the Red Lion Pub, Field outside of Gradian Village 

Warnings: Violence, Blood, Death, Murder, Guns 

Notes: Alastiarr is bolded, Vivian is italic, Tobias is regular 

He shook his head at Vivian’s question. His head was still clouded and he was coming down from an adrenaline high. He wasn’t in a state to be thinking. “My phone,” he said suddenly. “Tobias needs to know.” His hands still shook as he took out the device and typed out his message.

“Take a deep breath, Alastair.” Vivian assured as she watched his hands shake. But her eyebrows rose at what he said next. “Of course.” She answered, hell it was his pub, he did need to know. But it shocked her that this was his first reaction. Although that didn’t really matter, “What can I do to help?” Vivian asked after a moment. Suddenly feeling like she needed to take the turn to help him like he helped her.

Tobias didn't want to wake the nanny, but he had no choice. Something bad had clearly happened, and he was the thinker, which meant he had to figure out how to deal with whatever situation Alastair was in. He headed outside to find them, and when he did, his stomach dropped at the sight of the man on the floor, and the sight of Vivian standing there with him. "Fucking hell, Alastair. What the fuck have you done?"

Alastair shook his head at the woman again and then looked up when he heard his brother join them. "Something stupid as usual, brother." He wiped a splash of blood away from his eyebrow and groaned. "Didnt mean for Viv to see." He glanced over at the mentioned woman with a guilty expression.

“He was trying to help me, to defend me. That wasn’t stupid.” Vivian said, looking at Alastair for a moment before looking back at Tobias. “The same asshole who spilled his drink on me last week thought he could come back and push me against the bar and manhandle me. I could barely breathe or grab a glass to smash over his head before he came downstairs.” She finally explained, letting out a sigh as she adjusted in her spot. “He took him outside and I closed up. I didn’t think he would still be here but I wanted to thank him for helping me.”

Tobias sighed, running his hands over his face. He didn't care about what Alastair had done, he cared about where. This was risky, especially with his children upstairs. "I understand, Vivian", he started, looking over at the woman, though his gaze kept moving between them. "But Alastair, you can't be doing this hear. We went to the site for a reason, to keep this business out of the village. And now I have to figure out how we're going to handle this. We can't take him to the hospital, he'll tell the doctors what happened before we have a chance to get to him. We can't leave him here for someone to find. We have to finish him off."

Alastair closed his eyes and nodded. He knew he'd fucked up, put the business at risk: put the family at risk. "I know." He sighed. "Didnt mean for it to go down like that, not here. Tried to get him to go on his merry way, wouldnt stop shooting off his fucking mouth though." He glanced over at the broken body. "Lost control," he admitted as if it wasnt obvious.

All of this was a lot to take in. They were talking like this had all happened before. She stood up from her spot, groaning softly as she did. Almost forgetting of the bruises she must have in the midst of all the the injuries she saw between the two men. She leaned against the wall where Alastair was sitting. “The fucker loves to run his mouth so I can guarantee he would try to tell anyone who would listen.”

He nodded as he listened, feeling as though Vivian understood the need to do what he had said, it was the only way they'd get away with it. "It's what we need to do, Alastair. Otherwise this could end badly for us, and we can't see that happen." He walked over to his brother, glancing at Vivian as he crouched down, placing his hands on Alastair's cheek. "So I need you to pull yourself together so we can do it."

Alastair opened his eyes to hold his brother's gaze. He clenched his jaw and nodded firmly. "I'm here," he said after taking a breath. "I'm with us." He got himself to his feet and shook his hands out. "Viv, could you run inside get me a towel?" He gestured towards his hands and face. "Need to fucking clean myself up." Then he turned back to Tobias with a sigh. "Drive him offsite then?"

Seeing the two of them interact with each other was an interesting sight. It was like the understood each other on a deeper level or been through hell and back together. Regardless she admired it. When he spoke she nodded, “Of course. I’ll get a couple.” She said before heading inside to grab a few of them. Taking another deep breath once she got inside the bar again. Still trying to understand all of this, but there wasn’t time. So she went to where the towels were kept. One was dampened with water and the other dry.

Tobias watched as Vivian walked away, and once out of earshot, he turned back to Alastair. "Are you okay?", he asked quietly — Alastair had already been in a vulnerable state in front of Vivian, and he had wanted to ask his brother that question when they were alone. "Once this is over, we need to talk to Vivian, okay? Not a threatening one, but we all need to be on the same page if anyone asks questions."

"Not really," he said with a look down at his shaky hands. "But I will be." He looked up at his brother with determination. "She's taking everything pretty well so far considering. Seems promising."

Vivian finally headed back outside with the towels, "I grabbed a couple, just in case. One is wet and one is dry, just in case the blood wants to be stubborn." She knew a few things from fights she had witnessed and countless times that she had defended herself before.

Tobias nodded. "You talked about bringing someone in. If Vivian can deal with all of this, we can test her, work out how far she'll go." When Vivian came out, Tobias stood back up, nodding again. "Get cleaned up, I need to go upstairs and grab some things", he said quietly, his keys were in his pocket, but that all he had. Pulling his keys out, he held them out to woman. "Vivian, pull my car around, reverse in. Then help Alastair pick him up and put him in the boot, i'll be back in a moment", he said nonchalantly, before turning and heading back inside.

"Thanks, Viv," he said while grabbing the towels. He nodded to Tobias as he began with wiping his face and neck. Once his brother headed back into the building he turned to Vivian. "Sorry to drag you into this," he addressed her. "Holding up alright?"

"No problem at all." Vivian said before she turned her attention to Tobias, taking in all his instructions, nodding at them. "You got it." She replied before watching him walk inside. He really did have quite the head on his shoulders, being able to handle all of this with ease. One of her hands moving to go through her hair again once Alastair spoke to her. "Its okay, I trust you guys. Whatever you guys think is best, I'll do what I can to help." Although his next question she shrugged, "I'm doing fine. Sore from the asshole trying to bend me over the bar....but it isn't the first time it has happened to me."

Heading upstairs, Tobias headed straight for his office. The only thing he really needed was one of the guns stashed away in a drawer, and he grabbed it quickly, putting in the waistband of his trousers behind his bad and telling the nanny he'd be back soon, wasting no time in going back downstairs so they could get away from the scene as soon as possible. Getting to the door, he looked to see where they'd gotten to. "We need to do this as quickly as possible."

"Viv was just leaving to get the car," he said with a motion towards the woman. "She says she trusts us," he said to Tobias once she'd gone. He was nearly done wiping the blood from his hands.

Vivian was already heading towards the car once Tobias was heading out. Quickly making her way to the parking lot, glad to find that it was empty. At least they had it going for them that the town was quiet tonight. She got in the car and followed his instructions of backing it in the area behind the pub. Once she got out of the car she headed back towards the two men. Hitting the button on the keys to open the back of the car. "Do you need any cover at all? He is quite...messy." She said looking over at the half conscious man on the pavement.

"The hardest part has not yet passed", he said quietly once Vivian had walked away to get the car, eyes focused on the man laying on the floor, hoping he wouldn't wake up fully before he did what he had to do. "She's about to witness a bullet being put through his skull, let's see how that goes first." As the car pulled around, Tobias simply observed, wanting to see how Vivian handled all of this, including having to put a man into a car trunk to send him to his death. "I'll take care of that later."

Alastair didn't waste anymore time, immediately moving to pick the man up once the car was ready. He ignored the pain in his hands and the soft groans from the body.

Vivian watched as Alastair wasted no time picking up the other man. She couldn't help but worry though, wouldn't he be in pain lifting him up? Regardless she shook her head and looked between the two of them. "You probably need this back." She said handing Tobias the keys, "What next?"

Tobias watched, walking over to get the keys back and reaching up to close the trunk on the man without a second thought. “Get in”, he said firmly to Vivian, knowing that Alastair would know what to do. “Get in the back seat. We’re going for a drive.”

Alastair took up the passenger seat and winced at his left hand. "Fucked up your set," he complained in reference to the sprain Tobias had set for him just a few days earlier. He glanced back at Vivian and flashed her a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

Hearing his firm voice made her raise one of her eyebrows, but she didn't question it at all. She got into the back of the car, closing the door behind her. Her eyes wandering between the two of them. Crossing one leg over the other she was wondering what this evening would have in store. Her eyes landed on Alastair and she noticed his smile, she gave him a small one in return. Wanting him to know she was alright, but she also hoped he was as well.

“Be prepared for the out come of this”, Tobias said to Alastair before getting into the car. Once they were all inside, he turned on the engine and pulled out of the car park to head in the direction of somewhere discreet. “The police have only just cleared up the two bodies days ago, we need to take care of this one ourselves” he said mostly to Alastair, though kept his voice loud enough for Vivian to hear.

He tapped his fingers on the dash and nodded in thought. "Pig farm would be better than burying," he tossed the idea out. "They'd take care of him down to the bone. Just have to burn the clothes and get rid of the bullet." It was ultimately Tobias's decision of course. He glanced back at Vivian again. He hoped to god that she could handle it.

Vivian took in everything they were both saying, shocking would be an understatement. Although she really wasn't sure what else she thought they would do. And the police knew about all of this too? It was an information overload for her but for some reason she knew she could trust them. She was going to let them handle it and do what she could to help. But she did know some things that she thought could help, "I'm also pretty sure he doesn't have any family. He spent almost all his time in the pub or hitting on women around town.”

Tobias picked up speed as they got to the main road, looking at Vivian in the rearview mirror to check if she was okay. "You can't predict when workers are around at farms, they work some crazy hours, we can't risk being seen", he said when he moved his gaze back to the road. "Let's cross that bridge when we come to it", he picked up more speed, wanting to get out of town as quickly as possible. The village was small, and it didn't take long to get out of it's boundaries.

"Might be worth it to get one on payroll," he said, more just thinking aloud than making an actual business suggestion. Once they were out of the village he turned to his brother to get a better idea of what he was thinking. "Burial it is then? By land or by sea?"

She nodded, he was right that probably wasn't something that needed to be worried about now. Vivian leaned back in her seat, still looking between the two of them. It was interesting to watch the both of them. They seemed to have some sort of system and she didn't want to try to interrupt any of that.

Tobias nodded in agreement — that could come in handy. “I’ll ask the police chief to arrange a meeting. I think it’ll be better to have them there. The speed got them to the site he’d chosen quickly, and he drove straight through the car park and onto the field, turning the engine off. “Vivian, I need you to use your phone as a flashlight. Alastair, help me get him out.”

Alastair raised an eyebrow, surprised he'd actually made a suggestion that his brother found worth while. He wasn't about to dwell on it though, not the time. He got out of the car swiftly and made his away to the trunk. Getting him out was a lot easier with Tobias's help and soon enough they had the man a safe distance from the car.

Vivian got out of the car once they parked, taking her phone out of her pocket as she did. "You got it." She swiped up then turned on the light, holding it up and staying close enough to help them. Even though she felt a lot of questions in the back of her mind, she was still set on helping them.

Once they had the man out of the car and laying down on the ground, Tobias stood over him with a sigh. He didn't want to freak Vivian out with what he was about to do, but it had to be done, and they could keep her quiet if they needed, but his mind told him that wouldn't be necessary. He reached behind himself and pulled the gun out of his waistband, checking the chamber. "We'll have to come up with a story of where we went tonight in case anyone recognised us driving out of the village."

"I'm sure we'll think of something. Maybe the lovely Vivian wanted to take us for a beautiful midnight stroll through the countryside," he joked. "Or we could be on our way to check out a pub in the next town over, something like that." He shrugged and then gestured to Vivian's ear. "You may want to cover up."

She tried her best to keep her eyes from growing when she saw the gun. Vivian rose one of her eyebrows at Alastairs suggestion, honestly it was almost refreshing, glad to have the distraction even for a second. "Don't go stealing my ideas for the future." She joked in return before clearing her throat. "If its to check out a new pub you could have brought me for another opinion." She added on,  keeping her phone up for the light. Looking between the two again and finally snapping back to reality. "Thank you." Vivian moved her hands, taking his suggestion.

Though the other two joked between themselves, Tobias remained serious, thinking of ways to handle this situation as he always did. "People would question why we were out at this time. Something along the lines of taking Vivian home after her shift but an emergency came up." Once he'd checked the chamber, he held the gun up, pointing it straight at the other man. He'd have to be close to aim accurately in the dark which meant bloody would splatter back on him, but he'd have to deal with that.

Alastair crossed his arms and looked down at the man. It never sat well with him to watch Tobias get his hands dirty. As far as he was concerned, he did the killing so his brother didn't have to. If Tobias still had to be the one to pull the trigger was fucking good was he to him?

Vivian never thought she would see Tobias holding up a gun to someone. It was a sight to take in, her eyes went to Alastair again. Wondering how the two of them were so calm and collected. "Maybe we can use my injuries that I fell at work, slipped. You guys took me to get checked up." She offered, she wasn't a klutz but not many others knew that." She watched him aim at the other man again. "Do you need more light?" Vivian asked softly, imagining it couldn't be easy to work in the dark.

Tobias looked over at Alastair — he'd been concerned about him from the moment he'd walked out behind the pub, and that feeling hadn't gone anywhere. "Alastair", he said quietly, "This'll be alright, okay?". He turned to Vivian next, nodding. "Yes, that will work, though there will need to be some record of you being there. We can figure that part out. No, i'm fine on light." With that, he turned back to the man, taking the safety off, and with a blank expression, pulled the trigger — he didn't even flinch when blood splattered back at him, he was too used to it.

"I know," he spoke more quietly than he had almost all night. The shot rang out. "Got you here to fix all my mistakes." It came out bitter, aimed at himself rather than his brother. With a sigh he went back to the car and fetched one of towels Vivian had provided him with. He tossed it to Tobias and then turned to Vivian to see how she was managing.

"It was on the schedule that I worked tonight on my own. It was close to closing I could have spilled some water and slipped." She offered, trying her best to try to cover any bases. Although she knew she didn't know as much as the two of them. Vivian almost noticed a change in Alastair, she wanted to ask if he was alright but she knew it wasn't the time. Plus she was more distracted the moment Tobias shot the man, seeming to have no problem with it at all. Her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to wrap her mind around it, taking a deep breath. Finally taking a deep breath after a few moments.

Tobias just stood there for a few moments, putting his gun back in his waistband. It was a few seconds until he turned around, looking at Vivian with a blood splattered face. "It'll probably be better to say that we took you home, came over with you to make sure you were alright", he said,  grabbing the towel as it came towards him and wiping his face. It just smeared some of it, but it was better than it was. Second time in a week he'd have a shirt to deep clean. He turned to Alastair, wrapping an arm around his neck and pulling him against him to whisper in his ear. "You did what you did to protect someone. That is not a mistake, you did not make a mistake."

Alastair closed his eyes and nodded his head against his brother's, willing himself to believe the words. He wasn't sure if he could, but the fact that Tobias believed it lifted a weight from his shoulders. He nodded again and stood up straight. "Yeah, alright. We haven't got all night then. Got to get rid of this body."

"The only thing is I live close to the pub, we would be going the opposite way." Vivian tried her best to clear her mind, moving her phone back but still keeping the light on. She wasn't sure how to react or what to say. It took another few moments to speak again. "We can figure that out later..." She mumbled before looking between the two of them, looking for any further instructions or suggestions.

He walked over to Vivian with a calm manor, putting his hands on her arms as he looked into her eyes. "Vivian", he said softly, making sure his voice was calming. "Tell me that you're okay. I need to know if you're going to handle this. We'll say that we went to the store first because you can't carry shopping on your bike, but the store didn't have what you needed so we drove you back home. I need you to be calm when we get back, you have to be as convincing as possible." His gaze lingered on her for a second before he turned back to Alastair. "There's a shovel in the boot. Grab it while I check he doesn't have any ID on him."

Alastair watched the interaction between the two. He had high hopes that Vivian was going to be able to handle the situation. She was already fairing far better than many others would have in her shoes. He nodded at Tobias's order and grabbed the shovel to begin digging.

Vivian finally let a breath that she was holding in escape her once Tobias's hands moved to her shoulders. She looked up at him and met his eyes, nodding what he said, taking in all of his words before replying. "I'm okay...I'm okay." The second time she said it more confidently. "Convincing is something I can do. I promise." She assured.

Tobias nodded, satisfied with Vivian's response. "We'll discuss certain things, but they can wait until tomorrow, when we've all had a chance to reflect on tonight's events." When Alastair went to get the shovel out, Tobias leaned over the body, searching his pockets and finding the man's phone and wallet. He slid the items into his back pocket and stood back up. "We'll carry him over to the trees, it's better than in the middle of the field. Animals may dig him up to eat him and that'll be in our favour."

Alastair nodded in agreement and headed over to the treeline as directed. He couldn't help but be relieved as he began to dig. It seemed as though Vivian was going to make it through this little incident and be brought into the business.

Vivian nodded again at what he said, thank god because she needed quite a few drinks to be able to relax tonight. Her eyes moved between the two of them before picking her phone back up again for light. "Do you need help carrying him or digging?" She asked, feeling like she wasn't doing enough just providing a source of light for them.

"It'll be difficult for you to carry and hold him at the same time", Tobias said, but it wasn't to deny her help, but to made sure she understand it would be a challenge. "If you can manage to do both, then help me carry him." With that, Tobias put his arms under the man's shoulders, ready to lift him when Vivian had his feet, or to drag him along the ground.

Alastair continued to dig, glancing up at them every few minutes but not stopping his work. For once the pain in his hands was enough that they were actually bothering him. The quicker they got this done, the sooner he'd be back at the pub with some ice.

"It won't be a problem, I promise." Vivian assured, after working out and carrying shipments of alcohol over the years she gained a lot of strength. She easily lifted the mans feet, wrapping on of her arms around so they were still able to have some light to help them. Of course it made her body ache but it wasn't anything she couldn't handle.

Once they got over to Alastair, Tobias slowly started lowering the man to the ground so that Vivian could follow suit. "This will all be taken care of and over soon and we can all go home", he assured them both, looking over at the grave Alastair was digging. "Ready to put him in?"

By the time they'd carried the body over Aastair was just about done with the hole. A few more shovels and he stopped to wipe the sweat from his eyes. "Yeah, it's good. Toss him in."

Vivian set the man down for a moment, glancing over at Alastair. It was still surprising her how quickly the two of them were making this happen. But she didn't question it, not that she wanted to anyways. "Ready?" She asked Tobias before she lifted up the mans feet again.

Tobias nodded at Alastair, before turning back to Vivian and picking the man back up. "Ready", he replied, swinging the man slightly to use momentum before throwing him down into the hole in ground, assuming Vivian would follow suit. He could tell Alastair was suffering, so he gestured to him to hand over the shovel. "I'll finish the rest, take Vivian back to the car and rest your hand."

Alastair hesitated before handing the shovel over. Once again, he felt he was supposed to be the one that did this sort of thing. But he knew that his hands were slowing him down, Tobias would be able to get it done quicker. With a glance down at his bleeding hands, now both the palms and the knuckles, he gave his brother a nod and handed him the shovel. He stepped away from the grave and over to Vivian. "Come on then, Viv."

Vivian helped swing him into the whole, looking down at him once they did. She knew this was one of the many images from this evening she wouldn't be able to get rid of easily. Finally snapping back to reality once she heard Tobias ask Alastair to take her to the car. She felt like she could do more and by the pause of the other man she knew she wasn't the only one. But she nodded, "Of course." She walked with him to the car before glancing back over at his hands. "Are you alright? You're bleeding."

Tobias waited until they had walked away before he started shovelling the dirt over the body laying in the hole. Though he knew that he could always get out of a situation, that didn't mean he wanted them to happen. The chief of police would ensure it didn't come back to them should the body be found after their previous incident, he didn't want to appear as though this would be a regular occurrence. Once done, he followed the others back to the car and threw the shovel into the trunk. "Are we ready to go?"

Alastair gave Vivian a grin. "Yeah, fine," he said to dismiss her question. "Just gotta clean them up a bit. Looks worse than it is. And they've been worse, trust me. This is nothing." He winced a bit as he closed the door after getting inside the car. He looked back at her with a softer expression. "What about you though? Exciting night. How are you holding up, really?"

How he was able to grin after this was beyond her but she appreciated it. She gave him a small smile in return. “Okay if you say so.” One of her eyebrows raising when she saw him wince, closing her own door as well. “I am not quite sure yet.” Vivian said quietly, it’s probably the first time in awhile that her expressions and voice have been so soft in awhile. “It’s a lot. But I’ll be okay, I always try to make sure of that.” When Tobias got into the car she nodded and leaned back against the seat.

Tobias looked over at his brother, before looking at Vivian in the rearview mirror, observing their demeanours to figure out if he needed to offer assurance. "Let's go", he said quietly, turning on the engine and turning the car around to drive back to the village. "So our story is straight, yes? My brother and I took you out of the village to find a store than was open, and we drove you home because they didn't stock what you needed. That's all you need to say. Sure it with assurance, and no one will asked questions."

Alastair nodded at his brother in response, an unspoken understanding. He looked back at Vivian while Tobias laid out the story for them. He was confident she was going to do just fine. If she hadn't broken while seeing a man shot close range in front of her, he doubted having to lie to cover it up would be what did her in.

”It is,” she answered when he asked about their story. Vivian nodded as he continued to speak. “Of course, I can do that.” She assured, “Pretty straight forward and easy if you ask me. It wouldnt be out of the ordinary for me.” It was true, she had almost always been straight to the point. Even more so when she moved to Gradian.

Tobias nodded, satisfied with their answers. He picked up speed as they drove off, though not as much as usual, wanting to get back quietly but without drawing attention to them. After all, they were covered in blood with a muddy shovel in the trunk, not exactly a good luck. "Get cleaned up as soon as you get home. Have a shower, wash your clothes, and get to bed, you're going to need your sleep, you might feel different about all of this tomorrow", he said to Vivian, knowing Alastair would know the usual protocol.

"You alright if I get cleaned up at yours then?" he asked Tobias, already knowing the answer. "Don't want to risk letting anyone see me walk into the inn like this." He lifted his hands. "I'll get blood all over the doorknobs," he joked.

As tempting as it was to just go straight to bed after this she made note of all the instructions Tobias gave her. She nodded, "Regardless of what I feel tomorrow though, I want you guys to know you can trust me." She assured before looking back at Alastair as he spoke. Not being able to help but shake her head, but she appreciated how he was always able to joke around.

Tobias nodded in response to Alastair. He was picking up more speed, getting impatient with the desire to just get home. "Of course", he said, handing him a gold tin from the door pocket. "Light us all a cigarette each, please", he said quietly, glancing at Vivian every so often. "Let's leave that conversation until tomorrow, Vivian. It's better you sleep on it despite how you feel tonight."

Alastair took the tin and began lighting as instructed. He handed one first to Vivian, then Tobias, and finally himself before pocketing the tin to return when they arrived back home. He took a drag and let it out with a deep sigh. He didn't smoke nearly so much as his brother, but he'd never turn it down either. "Been a long night," he said in cooperation with his brother's suggestion of sleep.

Vivian nodded, Tobias was right. Sleep first, gathering thoughts later. Even though she knew she would have the same frame of mind the next day it was still smart to get a nights rest. "Thank you." She said once he handed her the cigarette. Gladly taking a deep breath and pausing for a moment before letting the smoke out. Leaning her head back on the head rest. "I hope we are all able to get decent sleep tonight."

He took the cigarette, thanking Alastair quietly before he took a long drag, using the buttons on his door to put the front windows down as he blew out the smoke. "You'll have to use one of our windows", he said, looking at Vivian in the mirror, "The back ones don't go down." He was silent for a few minutes, not really feeling the need to respond, but after a while, he chose to speak. "I'll be fine, i'm sure Alastair will be too.. If you're having trouble, you can call or text one of us."

A few more minutes of driving and they found themselves back in the village and nearly to Vivian's. He agreed with Tobias's assessment and nodded back to the woman.

Vivian nodded leaning forward to tap out some of ash before taking another drag. It didn't relax her enough but it was a start. "I appreciate it. Really." She gave a small smile in their direction before leaning back again.

It wasn't long at all until they reached Vivian's place, and Tobias turned off the engine, just sitting for a moment, hands still gripping the steering wheel. Though his mind mostly believed they could trust Vivian, there was always doubt at the back of his mind. "We'll speak tomorrow, Vivian", he said, looking at her in the mirror again. "Discuss some things."

When they parked at her house it didn’t register until a moment later that they arrived at her place. She took one last drag of the cigarette letting it out slowly. Looking back up at Tobias. “Okay, sounds good. I work later in the afternoon.” She offered before opening the door to the car. “See you guys later then...” she paused before getting out of the car. “And thank you again, Alastair for helping me. Really.”

He nodded. "I'll get in touch with you in the later morning, it's not a conversation we should be having at work. If you have any problems, get in touch. We've been here enough times to know how to help". He kept the window down to allow Vivian to speak to his brother.

Alastair nodded at her with a little nod. "Any time, Viv," he replied. "Though, hopefully with a less dramatic outcome next time." He waved her goodbye and turned back to his brother.

Vivian waved back at him and took one more glance at Tobias before she stepped back towards building for her flat. Tossing the cigarette down before stomping it out. Once she stepped in she let out a deep breath she felt like she was holding in most of the evening. She knew this was the start to a whole knew chapter in her life.

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Tom’s Assistance Chapter two. um idk where im going with this lmao.

this is part two of Title? I Don’t Have One lol but im fine with Tom’s Assistance I guess. Basically the reader started as Tom’s personal assistance but they grow close and start dating. I may start a proper beginning if I end up writing another chapter which I most likely will. 

@mcuspidey @starksparker @spiderboytotherescue @keepingupwiththeparkers @fanboy-tom @underoos-tom 

i didnt forget anyone did i?

Part One 

warnings: um smut and lots of it. fluff. blow jobs, shower sex. tom being happy. isn’t that what matters? did i mention smut?

word count: 2167

*

All of you went out on the beach, including Jacob. Tom couldn’t keep his hands off you. You didn’t mind considering it’s been two months since you felt his touch.

Tom twirled you around his arms making you laugh and he ‘accidentally’ fell in the water. Tessa barked happily as she ran all over the surf and Jacob sat under an umbrella getting a tan.

“You happy baby?” you asked.

“The happiest guy on earth.” Tom looked handsome as hell only wearing swim trunks with his curls soaked and water running down his abs.

Tom kissed you softly and you kissed back. You two stood there waist deep for longest time just like that, enjoying each other’s touch. The whole time you two barely were a few feet from each other. You were either holding hands or had an arm around one another.

Jacob didn’t even yell a smart remark which you were expecting. Probably felt petty knowing how long it’s been.

“Can’t wait to get you alone with me.” Tom murmured.

You blushed. “Me neither.”

“Gon’ show how much I missed you.” He kissed your neck.

“Did the photos help?” you smirked.

He nodded. “But they weren’t anything compared to the real thing,” His hand stroked up and down your back.

You hugged him even tighter, Tom doing the same. “I’m so happy you came, y/n.”

You kissed his bare chest in response.

Tom suddenly lifted you up, surprising you. “Oh no! I’m gonna lose my footing!” Tom pretended to be scared as he fell back with you in his arms. You weren’t even mad. You just laughed when you came back up.

“You’re a dork.”

Tom looked over at Jacob, waving at him to join you. He got the message and head over, Tess following him.

“Wish Harrison was here and my brothers.” Tom said. “Miss them.”

“You’ll see them soon don’t worry.” you assured him.

Jacob left early with Tess  as you and Tom stayed to watch the sunset standing on the surf with Tom behind you in his arms. He kissed your neck repeatedly, making you feel content.

“I hope you’re not too tired love?” he murmured in your ear.

“A little.” you teased.

“Wanna shower with me?”

“Hm that sounds nice.”

Dusk was setting as you and Tom went back into the house, holding hands.

You and Tom undressed and stepped into the shower once he set the temperature. Tom immediately pressed you against the tile, kissing you, making you moan. You wrap your arms around him. “I missed you so much, Tommy.” you murmured against his lips.

Tom pulled away, smiling. “Missed you more.”

You two kissed repeatedly. The sand washed away as the hot water rained down your naked bodies.

After what seemed like hours, you both cleaned yourself properly and stepped out of the shower, drying yourselves.

“Don’t get dressed.” Tom said lustfully.

“Wasn’t going to.” you giggled.

Still a bit damp, you went over to the bed, fully nude. the towel around Tom’s waist fell and you eyed his hard dick. It was a gorgeous sight after two months.

Tom slowly approached you. He pressed his knee on the mattress, gently laying you down on your back.

Your lips met yet again in a heated kiss. Your hand went down to his manhood as you started to stroke it, making Tom shudder.

“You like that baby?” you cooed.

He grunted for his response as he held himself up above you.

“I really miss this part of you, Tommy. I forgot what you taste like.”

Tom grunted again. You had him lie on his back, gripping the sheets. You kissed his lips and left a trail as you made your way down to his dick. Your hand slowly started to twist around his length, making him arch his back. It was already throbbing. He wasn’t going to last long. “Gonna come for me, baby?”

Tom moaned your name, his head tilting back. You bent down to lick his manhood, making him moan even louder. He tasted so good. Blow jobs weren’t exactly your favorite but after so long you made an exception. You tongue stroked along his swollen red tip. A drop of cum was already peaking out.

You smirked. “You’re so close, Tommy.”

“Y/n, I’m gonna-” Tom cummed right there and it was a beautiful sight as the milky liquid drizzled down your hand. You fully formed your mouth over his tip. Tom cried out, arching his back, his length going further down into your mouth.

You let go after several moments licking your lips. “That was beautiful,Tommy.”

He breathed heavily. “Fuck.”

You giggled. “Have to admit you tasted really  good.”

He smirked at you. “Now it’s my turn to taste you darling.” You giggled as you climbed over to kiss him, feeling his tongue on yours. You kissed wildly now  that you didn’t have an audience. You moaned his name.

Tom’s hand trailed down your body reaching your pussy. He began to massage, your core heating up and getting wetter by the second. You moaned nice and loud, knowing it encouraged him to do more.

Tom gently switched places with you, lips still together. He growled hungrily, tugging your hair.

“Hmm feels good.” you sighed as he continued to play with your womanhood.

“You’re so wet, y/n.”

“Because of you.” you smirked.

Tom chuckled. He kissed your jaw then your neck, leaving marks that would bruise later on. His lips tended your breasts, his tongue brushing over your hard pink petals and the following bruises he left behind. He left a trail of kisses down your stomach, making you speechless. He looked up at you with dark chocolate eyes before pressing his lips to your core. You cried out his name, followed by moans as you felt his tongue swirl around your wet folds. Your legs spread even wider. He gripped your thighs as he tasted your wetness. Your hips rose upward as you felt the tip of his tongue brush along your clit, crying out his name.

“Come for me darling.” His tone was dark and filled with lust.

You gasped as you came into his mouth, his hands holding your waist in place. Tom moaned.

He pulled away after a long moment, licking the cum away from his lips.

“Beautiful, y/n. You taste just like how I remembered.”

You panted heavily, your back on the mattress. “Fuck.”

Tom crawled over to you and kissed you. “Tired baby?”

“Yeah.”

“Me too. Let’s sleep yeah?”

You agreed as Tom went to the bathroom help and came back with a rag to clean you both up and tossed the rag in the basket. He then crawled next to you, pulling the covers over you. Normally you didn’t like sleeping nude but you were too tired to get dressed. Tom hugged you tightly from behind, his arm over you with your fingers laced. Your eyes closed within minutes. Tom smiled down at you. He kissed the back of your ear, silently telling himself that he wanted to marry you one day.

*

Both of you slept in the next day. You never felt happier than waking up to your man by your side.

“Good afternoon, sleepyhead.” You kissed him softly.

He pulled you close to him to where your breasts pressed gently against his chest.

“That was the best sleep I had in weeks.” he smiled, caressing your face.

“Hmm. I’m glad.”

“Is it just me or do you smell bacon?” you asked.

“Jacob is probably cooking.” he said.

“Bet I will get there first!” You suddenly jumped out of bed and quickly got dressed, Tom whining behind you about you cheating, slipping on shorts.You were gonna win but he slid down the railing, beating you.

“Who’s the cheater now!” you called.

Tom beat you to the kitchen, already grabbing some bacon.

“Don’t hate me because I’m faster.”

“Pft you cheated.”

“Afternoon.” Jacob greeted. “Coffee is ready.”

“Yes.” you said, immediately going to the pot.

“So you two have fun?” he teased, pointing at Tom’s hickies on chest with his spatula that decorated his shoulders and collarbone.

Tom grinned. “Loads of fun.”

You glared at Tom, not liking the idea of him going into detail with Jacob about your sexy activities.

“Don’t you dare, Thomas.”

“Oooh she said Thomas. You know she’s serious.” Jacob grinned.

“I wasn’t.” he whined.

“Good.”

“I don’t wanna know anyways.” he said, putting fresh, hot bacon on a plate.

“See? No need to Thomas me.” Tom smiled.

You stuck your tongue at him, Tom returning a goofy face.

“Couldn’t decide on pancakes or French Toast so I made both.” said Jacob, motioning towards the hot griddle.

“Nice!” Tom grinned, grabbing a plate.

“Not chocolate chip I hope? Those are nasty.” you said.

“Blueberry.” Jacob smiled.

“God I love you.” Those were your favorite. You pecked Jacob on the cheek.

“Hey now.” Tom scolded.

“Might leave you for this guy. He knows how to cook.” you teased, giggling.

“I can cook.”

“Pasta.” you said.

“But you love pasta.”

“I do.” you admitted, kissing him on the lips to assure you were just teasing.

All three of you sat on the balcony, enjoying the weather and the view of the beach. Jacob was last.

Tom looked so relaxed and happy, something you missed after being gone for so long. You moved to his lap after you finished breakfast, his arm around you, his hand on your thigh. Jacob didn’t mind. He knew how much Tom cared about you and vise versa.

“Smile.” he said, holding up his phone.

You didn’t mind as you posed for the camera. “Take some more!” you giggled.

You gave Tom a kiss, the kiss deepening. Jacob took more pics, saying how cute you two were together. You pulled away, blushing. Tom ran his fingers through your hair, just admiring your beauty.

“Gonna put these on instagram.” Jacon giggled.

“You think that’s a good idea?” you said. “I know how crazy his fans are. Don’t want them to get jealous.”

“Nah they love you.”

You blinked. “Really?”

Jacob nodded.

“He’s right. They really like us together, darling.” Tom kissed your jawline.

You checked your phone and within minutes the photos gained hundreds of likes and positive comments.

“Oh.” you said, smiling. For some reason you never really paid any attention to that stuff. But it felt good knowing that the fans loved and supported your romantic relationship with Tom.

You liked Jacob’s post and left a comment, fans immediately replying. You giggled.

“Alright there darling?” Tom grinned.

“They love us!”

“Told you.” said jacob.

You met Tom’s eyes again and they were bright and golden from the sun you couldn’t help but to kiss him again. Tom gladly returned the affection.

“What was that for?” he smiled.

“Your eyes are so pretty.” you grinned.

“Yours too.” he said, stroking your cheek.

Jacob made fake gagging sounds, Tom laughing. You flipped Jacob off.

“I’m gonna go before I throw up.” he said, getting up.

“Alright man. Thanks again for breakfast.”

“No prob.” They shared a handshake before Jacob left.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, playing with his hair. “Hey let’s lay down on the hammock.” You just noticed the netting on the far side of the balcony.

Actually the balcony was way bigger than you thought. It wrapped around to reveal potted plants and a hot tub.

“Sounds good to me.” Tom followed you to the hammock and you both got comfortable. You laid down on his stomach, rather to see his beautiful face than the ocean.

You kissed him again, his arms going up under your shirt, massaging your back. You hummed happily, feeling content.

Tess came outside with you and after saying hello she laid down right beside you on the deck.

“I don’t know if I can leave this place, Tommy.” you admitted, laying your chin on his chest.

He chuckled. “We won’t have to.”

“What?”

“Bought this morning, love. It’s ours.”

You sat up, gawking at him. “You serious?”

He smiled. “I knew you would love it. So yeah I made a few calls and sealed the deal.”

You smiled back, embracing him, laughing.

“Course we have to leave to get our stuff to move properly once filming is done,” he said.

You nodded. “I can’t believe…” You couldn’t even finish.

Tom cupped your face. “I’m crazy about you, y/n. I wanted us to have space just for us.”

“We haven’t even been together that long, Tommy.”

He smiled. “Don’t care, y/n. I love you.”

You smiled back, feeling emotional. Your boyfriend just bought a fancy house and you haven't even been together a year. You lean over to kiss him deeply, Tom’s hand behind your head. “Can’t believe you just started out as my assistance.” he chuckled.

You smiled. “Yeah me neither. Seems like forever ago.”

Tom kissed you again. “Crazy about you ya know that?”

“Maybe.” you giggled.

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