#i've been meaning to get round to a tag game n one of the questions is if u have any secrets in game

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#ts4 #sims 4 #ts4 edit #sims edit #simblr #robin #wren #byrd #today's brain rot #dkjsdkj #i've been meaning to get round to a tag game n one of the questions is if u have any secrets in game #that u never see #and most of my lots have a teleporter hidden in a cupboard or smth just so i don't have to search for em lol #n then i thought how funny it'd be if they ever saw em n were like.. wtf is this?! #😆 #so here's my silly idea #lmao #gif warning

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Rafe Cameron One Shot - A Goddess +18

Minor DNI Rafe Cameron x Curvy!Female Reader SMUT, drinking, swearing, soft dom Rafe, oral (male receiving), oral (female receiving), rough oral, praise kink, unprotected p in v, creampie, and spanking. *He's a college hockey player. It's briefly mentioned and purely self-indulgent. Just roll with it. Enjoy 💕 Thank you for the ask!

Tags: @imyourdaninow @redhead1180 @gri959 @romaescapes @waywardsoul113 @randymeeksistheloml Tag list: link Master list: link Rafe x Curvy Reader

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Rafe's POV:

"Jesus, Rafey. Losin' your touch, baby?" Kelce snickers as he nabs my freshly cracked White Claw off the bar top.

"Uh, yeah. Two more White Claws and a shot of Tito's on his tab, sweetheart," I call to the bartender, firing her a wink. She shakes her head and smiles, draining the liquor in a glass passing two more drinks my way.

"Thanks for the liquor, baby." Kelsey rolls his eyes and scoffs. "And, no. To answer your question, I haven't lost shit."

"Well, you usually got a girl or two by now..."

"I don't need to try as hard as you, Kelc. Don't worry about me. You could learn a thing or two? Been watchin' your game all night. It's rough."

"By all means, King Cameron, show me how it's done," he mocks. I quickly down my shot, chasing it with a seltzer.

Kelce snakes through the thick crowd of college students bellied up at the bar, a packed dance floor in the center. I can't help but laugh at my group, fawning over yet another variety pack of copy-and-paste girls. They're beautiful, don't get me wrong, but it's the same shit every weekend. Kelce struts over to the last of the bunch, leaving me to break away; what a shame.

I walk toward the bar, leaning back into it as I stare into the crowd. "A vodka cranberry. Please." I hear a soft voice come from my left. "Thank you." That same girl hums as I look down in her direction, watching as she scribbles her name across the tab, passing it back. That's a pretty name.

Her beautiful eyes flick to mine. A sweet smile falls on her plump lips. My eyes fall, lashes fluttering as I try my best to hide what an actual fuckin' dog I truly am, but, my god... She's a fucking goddess. Her cleavage is tied with a pretty little bow in the middle of her dress. Fuck me. I feel my cock twitch, eyes slamming shut; cheeks reddening in embarrassment. I'm too ashamed to even look back in her eyes for how long I've ogled her.

My gaze moves to hers again, still met with that same smile but a cocked brow this time. "You okay?" She chuckles.

"Mhmm..." I grunt. That's it. That's all I got.

"Alright... Have a nice night," she giggles lightly before turning away, dress moving with her. The thin material hits just below her perfect ass, leaving her legs on display. Her dress shifts on her round hips as she moves, her ass recoiling with each step making my eyes roll back. 

And, then, she stops just a few feet away. Joining my crowd, one of the girls hugs her. Another, leaning in to whisper something that makes her laugh. She lifts the drink that she bought, surrounded by a group of fuckin' boys who should have bought it for her. A girl like that doesn't need to do that shit. Not one of them is making a move. I hang back, watching her a little as she sips her little drink.

The petite blonde Kelce was talking to gives him a fake laugh and a nod, stepping away; Kelc, obviously struck out with her. His head is instantly on a swivel, looking around the group for another, matching eyes hers briefly before searching for the next. Kelce buries his White Claw before doubling back in her direction. Hell no. I walk toward the two of them, intercepting his efforts; shoving him away lazily. Her beautiful eyes widen in surprise as she looks back up at me.

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Y/N's POV:

"Uhh... Hi again. Are you lookin' for Alexis? She just went to the bathroom-"

"Who?" He furrows his brow, the most delicious smile spreading on his lips as he steps even closer.

"Alexis. Sorry, these guys seemed to know her." You twirl your finger, gesturing to the men gathered around.

"Nah. Never met her. What's your name?"

"Umm, Y/n," you chuckle nervously as you look up at him. He's gorgeous, even in the dim bar; light hair, light eyes, muscular... Holy shit. You reach out your hand, resting it on his chest as you lean closer. "I'm just visiting. What's your name?"

He bites his lip, looking down, eyeing the contact between you. He draws a little breath, his arm wrapping around your body, resting on the small of your back. "I'm Rafe."

"Rafe Cameron?"

"Yeah. Oh, shit. What did I do?" He winces.

"Horrible things," you tease, tapping your hand on his chest. "No. I remember your name from the hockey game." He gives you an open-mouthed smile, drawing you even closer. "You were in the penalty box a lot."

"What? Me?" He asks with an exaggerated tone, pointing at himself. "Never." Rafe's eyes trail your body again, just like they did when you got your drink; when you weren't sure if he was interested or just lost in a drunken daze. "You're stunning, by the way," he rasps.

Your cheeks warm up, butterflies swirling in your stomach at his compliment, finding yourself a little too stunned to speak. You lift your drink to your lips, taking a sip as you try to center yourself. "Thank you."

"It's almost last call. Did you wanna get outta here?" He asks.

"Well - I. Umm... I should wait for these girls."

"Eh. They come to our house every weekend, sweetheart. It's up to you. And, if I'm somehow wrong... And hell freezes over. I'll get you home safe. I swear. Scouts honor."

"They come to your house every weekend, and you didn't know Alexis?" You question as you guide your gaze to your gorgeous best friend. You feel his finger hook under your chin, directing your eyes back to his.

"Not my type."

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"This better, y/n?" Rafe asks as he pulls you in a little closer for warmth. His strong arms wrap around your body, chest pressed against your back as you wait for the Uber. You take in his rich cologne, the warmth of his cheek so close to yours.

"Perfect," you hum.

"So, you're just here for the weekend?" He asks; chills fan across your body as his breath hits your neck, just a slight gravel in his voice making you powerless.

"Just to visit. I'm comin' next semester, so I thought I should check it out."

"No fuckin' way," he asks excitedly, turning you to face his chest instead. "You're comin' here? Well, shit. We can do this every weekend. Huh?"

"This? And, what is 'this,' Rafe?" You ask in a breathy tone. His broad palms move a little lower, just a hair.

"Anythin' you'll let me." You give him a little nod, letting him know he can go a little further. "Words, princess."

"You can do whatever you'd like, Rafe."

A devilish smirk tugs on his lips. Rafe is more than satisfied with your answer as his hands rest on your ass. "You're gonna let me do whatever I want? You sure?"

"I mean, unless you don't wa-" He steals your teasing words off your tongue, kissing you deeply. His hands shift to the back of your neck, pulling you nearer. Rafe slows down slightly, lips parted, letting you slip your tongue inside, rolling slowly. You scratch your nails through his dark blonde buzz cut, making him moan against your lips.

"Anything you'd like," you whisper again, feeling his smile spread along your lips.

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The two of you are breathing heavily already, panting into your kiss, his lips on yours before you can even reach his bedroom. He pins you against the wall, lips locked on your neck as you pinch the buttons of his shirt, drawing them open, revealing more skin as you go.

Rafe leads you into his bedroom, throwing the door shut. His rough hands work up your arms, thumbs brushing your straps off your shoulders. Your dress slips to the floor, making him draw back fast. "Y/n, fuck," he groans as his hands instantly caress your curves.

He snaps the lace at your hip, tugging at it impatiently as the other squeezes your tit. "You're so fuckin' beautiful," he smiles, extending a finger for you to twirl under. "Look at this ass, baby. Shittt," he moans as he cracks your skin, making you giggle delightedly.

"Thank you." You slip the shirt off Rafe's broad shoulders, tracing his tanned chest, working your way down as you take in his perfect physique. There's not an ounce of self-consciousness, not with how he's looking at you. You run your nails lightly through the ripples of his abs, tracing his v-lines, slipping just under the elastic of his boxers.

Rafe loops his fingers around your delicate lace thong, drawing it down to the floor, snagging it quickly before lofting it onto his dresser. "Keepin' those. Yeah?"

"M'kay."

"Collateral. I expect you'll come and take them back when you visit me. Yeah?"

"Okay... I mean. Yeah. Of course," You giggle, nipping at your bottom lip. You grab his belt, drawing it open. Rafe pulls them off his hips as your lips meet his neck, sucking roughly.

You move lower, licking along his collarbone. His abs flex as you pass over them, dropping to your knees. "Shit, y/n," he breathes. Your eyes widen as you take him in. White, skin-tight boxer briefs bunched up slightly on his thighs. His shaft and head stick out the bottom, strangled in cotton, leaking from the tip, dripping slightly down his inner thigh, aching to be freed.

You lean in, gaze locked on his as you glide your tongue along the mess. "Holy shit," he whispers, yanking at the elastic, craving more. You tease him further: massaging his precum into his swollen tip as he watches on, dick pulsing with each brush of your finger.

You draw his boxers low, cock, swinging free, standing straight. "Fuck me, Rafe," you whimper, taking a grip on his dick, rock-hard in your hands, feeling your cunt throb. He lets out a drawn-out moan as you wrap your lips around his mushroom tip, watching as his eyes shut softly.

"Mmm... Yes, baby," he praises. You can taste him on your tongue; salty, just a hint of sweetness. Rafe's fingers instantly reach for you, tangling into your hair. He follows your guide as you work his dick inch by inch, pushing yourself to see how much of him you can get. His warm tip kisses the back of your throat. You can feel the blood pumping in his cock.

You sweep your tongue along the bottom, feeling every ridge and vein. "Fuck, y/n. So fuckin' good. Feel so good," he mumbles, the pleasure in his voice making your eyes roll back. You fuck his aching cock deep into your throat, vision clouding as tears gather in your eyes. Blinking your sights, you feel warm tears roll down your cheeks, making Rafe smile. "Good girl," he groans. "Look at you. Shit." Rafe's hips jostle, the muscles in his thighs tightening under your hands.

Popping off his cock you kiss his tip before opening your mouth wide, slapping his dick against your tongue. "Use me," you whisper warmly, taking him back into your mouth as you grip his wrists; Rafe's fingers are already twisted in your hair.

"Where have you been, pretty girl?" He grunts. "So fuckin' perfect." Rafe pitches his hips, dick driving into your throat, taking you by surprise. You relax your throat as he picks up pace. The squelching of spit, groans, and muffled moans fill the room as he ruts deep. You gag on his cock, making his eyebrows furrow. "Gonna cum. Gonna fill that pretty mouth. You ready, baby? You gonna - You gonna be a good girl and swallow it all for me?"

Rafe's head tosses back as he praises your name; that same taste amplified as his cum coats your throat. You drop your hands, gripping his ass, feeling his muscles pulse. "Holy shit, y/n," he gasps, wiping a glaze of sweat off his forehead as he looks down at you in awe. You draw off his cock nice and slow.

"Good?" You pant through a smirk.

Rafe picks you up effortlessly, wrapping your legs around his waist as he moves you to the bed. "Good?" He snickers at the ridiculousness of your question. "Not even close, angel," he mumbles as he leans in for a kiss. "M'serious. Alright? Not waitin' 'til next semester. You're visitin' me. You can suck my cock just like that, baby girl, and I can taste this sweet fuckin' pussy whenever I'd like. Alright?"

"Yeah?"

"Mhmm... You're gonna ride my face. How does that sound?"

Your stomach sinks at his request. "Rafe... I don't kn-"

"Nah... M'gonna stop you right there. 'Cause you said, 'Anything I'd like.' Don't be goin' back on your word, princess."

"It's just-"

"I mean, unless you don't wa-" You steal his teasing words off his tongue this time, kissing him deeply. Rafe chest presses into yours, craving you closer.

He lays down on the bed, beckoning you. Rafe touches you softly, brushing his hands up your legs; his lips connect to your inner thigh, sending shivers down your spine. "You ever done this before?" He asks. "Or am I the first?"

"You're the first," you whisper, looking down at him nervously.

"A virgin. Huh? You're gonna love it. Alright? Grab the headboard, y/n," he smiles. "C'mon." You feel his warm breath against your pussy, making you weak already.  "C'mon," he growls again in playfully tone, pulling you down.

"Fuck, Rafe," you pant longingly as you feel his warm tongue, licking up your silk to your clit. He moans against your cunt; the vibrations are electrifying; your sensitivity, at an all-time high.

"Mmm, you taste so fucking good, Y/n," he moans, locking tightly onto your clit. Rafe sucks and holds you in his mouth, using his tongue to flick. Your thighs instantly start to quiver. He grips your body, guiding you to rock back and forth. "Sit, baby," he pants, hungrily.

"Rafe..."

"Sit." He slaps you roughly on the meat of your thigh, overpowering you; burying himself in your pussy.

"Oh... Just - Just like that," you moan; bringing your hands up, squeezing your breasts tightly. You feel your orgasm in reach. "Rafe, do I cum like this?" You pant frantically. He doesn't answer, continuing to please you. You cry out as his finger slips into your entrance; his ringed digit gives you a little extra friction. The combination of both is absolutely euphoric. His mouth and hands play together beautifully; jolts of pleasure spur through your body as you grind your hips. Rafe increases his pace, moving at an unforgiving tempo. The sloppy sounds of your cunt, heard through the room as well.

"Rafe," you whimper, breathlessly; your pleasure about to bubble over. "I'm gonna... Oh my god," you scream in pleasure. Rafe runs circles on your clit as you ride out your orgasm.

"God, you're so beautiful, baby," he gasps as he sits up against the headboard. "You taste so sweet. That feels good, princess?" He asks as he brushes a few stray tears off your cheek.

"So fucking good," you barely manage to speak between breaths.

"Good, baby. Can't believe that was your first time..." You can hear the genuine surprise in his tone, boosting your confidence even more. Rafe relaxes into the headboard, biting back a smile as you reach your hands behind your back, unclasping your bra, letting it fall onto his lap.

"Perfect fuckin' tits," he hums. You toss your head back as he kisses you roughly, pressing your breasts together, licking a line in between. He locks down on your nipple; swirling, flicking, and nipping your pebbled flesh. Rafe runs his tongue along his bottom lip, his eyelids hooded. "Mmm... Can I fuck you, princess?" He gives you a hopeful smile as his eyes continue to roam your body.

"How do you want me?"

He looks down, eyeing his cock between your thick thighs. His gaze returns to yours; a smirk spreads on his lips. "Just like this, baby girl. He seizes his dick in his hand, leaning back slightly. You bite your lip, giving him a little nod.

You drop down slightly, your wetness transferring to his cockhead. "Fuck me." He lets out a loud groan; eyes, rolling back. Your lips meet his neck, kissing him roughly, licking and nibbling his skin. Reaching around your back, you skim Rafe's tip with your fingers; he lets out a deep groan.

You press him toward you, guiding him to your heat. Rafe takes a handle on the plush of your hips, pressing you down. Your knees widen on the sheet as you work lower, pressure building between your thighs as he starts to stretch you out. "Fuck, Rafe," you whine. Letting out a sharp breath. You look down, watching as you take the last of him.

"Are you okay, y/n?" He whispers. There's a fire in his eyes. Rafe, fully aware of his size. You can tell he's taking satisfaction in asking you so sweetly as he splits you in two.

"M'okay," you whimper. Rafe smiles wickedly in reply.

"Good. I'm not gonna last long. This pussy feels too fucking good." He chuckles weakly.

You start rolling your body slowly, mewling softly into his mouth as you adjust to him. Your hands move up his tight stomach, resting on his chest. Grinding and winding gradually, you press your hands against him; tilting your body away slightly. Rafe watches carefully as you work him in and out of your wet pussy; hands inching up your stomach, past your rib cage, massaging your breasts. His tongue meets your nipple; fingers delighting the other.

Rafe takes you in his arms, shifting the two of you lower on the bed. You sink a little deeper on his cock; inhaling sharply when he lays flat. He lets out a lusty chuckle as you release a drawn-out moan. "You like that? Not too much?" He taunts.

A wide smile spreads on your lips as you toe the line between ache and bliss. "Just right."

"This body was made for me, I swear," he mumbles. "Bounce for me, baby." You start to push on the mattress, breasts moving with you as your skin slaps against Rafe's lap. "Holy shit," Rafe huffs through his kiss-swollen lips; hooded eyes fighting to stay open as he takes you in. Rafe slips his hands around to your ass, spanking one cheek, then the next. Causing your pussy to tense with each slap.

"Mmm... You gonna cum for me, princess?" He croons as his hand, rests against your pelvis; thumb circling your clit. The added contact makes you lose your rhythm. Rafe fucks up into you, holding you in place as he continues to stroke, fighting back his pleasure; but, it's too much.

"Gonna cum," he mumbles.

"Cum inside me, Rafe," you whisper. "M'on the pill. It's alright."

"That what you want?" He asks with a lust-laced tone.

"Cum in me."

Rafe reaches for you, wrapping his arms around your body, taking you quickly to your back. He spreads your thighs wide. Your breath escapes your chest when he plunges himself back in; his fingers greet your clit. Your legs start to quake, jagged breaths as he starts pounding you into the soft mattress. "Fuck, Rafe..." You cry in pleasure as you gush around his cock.

"Gonna cum in this perfect fuckin' pussy," he breathes, voice wavering. "Mmm... Fuck, y/n," he groans; gripping your hips in his hands, eyes rolling into the back of his skull as his cock throbs; heavy loads of cum buried deep. Rafe expels a deep breath, his mouth connecting with yours the next moment.

He pulls out, making you reach for a breath; as he watches your share release drip out of your puffy pussy onto his sheets. The emptiness is comforted by Rafe's hand on you again, fingers swirling through the wetness, stuffing it back inside.

Sex hangs heavy in the air; your bodies, tangled in sheets. Rafe cups your face in his hand, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. "Tell me you're free tomorrow?"

A/N: Hi! I hope everyone's having a great weekend! 💕 thanks for reading.

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[sinsandsuccubus]

SUNDAY NIGHT - Jack Harlow

Context: “Somethin tell me that a relapse comin.”

Genre: angst

Word Count: 2.2k+

Pairings: Jack Harlow X Ex!Fem!Reader

Warnings: n/a

a/n: Okay, so this concept was based on a story post written by the wonderful @lcandothisallday , called “Promises”, which I have linked at the bottom of this post. Thank you so much for allowing me to recreate your story, I greatly appreciate it.

Also, sorry for any spelling or grammar errors, I kept disassociating when I was reading this back over.

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Please don't let nothing get back to me

I've been trying to detach from you

Deep down though, I wanna know about what the fuck you been up to

Old him could have seen that coming

Fuck you I don't need nothing from ya

I was doing pretty good without you

But something tells me that a relapse coming

It was like high-school all over again. Seeing the school in similar shape as it was when you left brought back nostalgic memories. They had painted the lockers and had given the cafeteria and auditorium, as well as the gym, new looks. Of course, new desks were due, and better spirit and decor were all over the place, but overall? The place was a mirror image of memories. You traced the painted gaps of the brick walls with your finger, getting that same smooth feeling on the tip of your finger. Just as you were rounding the corner to the main hallway, you ran directly into a friend.

“Y/N?” You heard a voice speak, their hands landing on your shoulders to steady you. You looked up at the individual only to see someone you hadn’t seen in a long time.

Well, you’d seen, but not actually seen.

“Urban?” You exclaimed, almost jumping into his arms when he nodded his head.

“Holy shit! It’s so good to see you! You look gorgeous, as always.” He spoke, embracing your body in a tight hug. The black, thin-strapped dress that adorned your body as well as the matching black Louis Vuitton pumps and small diamond necklace. A beautiful tennis bracelet sat on your wrist, your hair styled to perfection, almost looking like you walked fresh off the runway.

You had made a name for yourself in your career field, which had put you in a pretty stable financial bracket.

Besides, it was always best to one-up the hoes of your old high-school at your reunion.

Especially since the Jack Harlow was in attendance.

You reflected back on those days when you both were smitten with each other, two teenagers in love. You, actually, often reflect back on it every time he posts on Instagram.

Not that you follow him on Instagram or anything.

No, you totally only see him through Urban’s account, which tags his account in things.

Right.

You and Jack had broken up shortly before his debut album, That’s What They All Say, Jack allowing the fame to take over his personal life and relationships. At least, that’s how you see things.

“Y/N, I swear it means nothing. You know that you’re everything to me, it’s all a part of the game baby. I’ve gotta remain a heartthrob for all the fans.”

“But you had to say you were single during that interview?! You couldn’t have diverted the question? Gave a different answer?”

“Like what Y/N?!”

“Oh, I don’t know Jack. Maybe ‘That’s for me to know and for you to never find out.’ Or, or! ‘I’ll leave it up to y’all to think and decide the answer.’ Anything that didn’t scream “Hey, I’m totally single and out for grabs.”

“You know that’s not it works baby. I have to follow a script.”

“Yeah, and I have to follow my gut.”

“What are you saying?”

“I want to break up.”

Sure, you had broken it off, but if Jack hadn’t played the part, you’d still be together.

Maybe.

“Yeah, and you still smell like weed Urban.”

“Seriously, it’s that bad? I thought that cologne I bought would hide the smell good enough.” He pulled up the collar of his shirt to smell himself, looking around the hallway you two were standing lone in. You laughed at his jester, slapping his shoulder.

“I swear you don’t change.”

“And neither do you Y/N.” He looked around again. “I swear Jack was just around here, he’ll be happy to see you.”

“Mm, I don’t think so.”

“Come on Y/N, don’t think like that.”

“Urban, how can I not? I broke up with him when he needed me.”

“Y/N, you and I both know that wasn’t the case. You got out before the fame got to him, which I don’t blame you for. It’s a little too much for me sometimes if you really wanna ask.” He put a hand on your shoulder, sliding it down to rest on your bicep.

“Look, 2fo and the rest of the guys are throwing an after-party after the reunion and I want you to come.”

“Urban, I don’t-“

“Don’t worry about Jack, don’t come for him. Come for me.” He looked you in the eyes, firm in his word.

“Fine. Only for you Urby.”

“I love it when you call me that.”

It was a house party. Urban had let you know before he gave you the address, and you thought it was a good idea to make a pit stop home to change the look.

Designer heels at a house party? In the backyard? Not a good idea.

Urban greeted you at the door and handed you a wine cooler, guiding you to the backyard where everyone surrounded the fire pit.

“Are there marshmallows?” You asked Urban, whispering in his ear.

“Yup. Some of the chocolate is infused though.”

“Of course it is.” You and Urban laughed before catching the eyes of a few of some other people.

“Y/N! Whatcha doin here?!” 2fo ran up and gave you a hug, squeezing you in his embrace.

“Urban invited me, figured I’d stop in.”

“Stop in? You’re staying. Come sit with us by the fire.” 2fo practically dragged you towards the pit, plopping you down in one of the free seats.

“Yo Y/N, how’s it going? How’s life?” Copelean spoke, giving you a fist bump as you set next to him. Sunni tipped his hat, proceeding to continue roasting his marshmallows.

“Pretty damn good. I made a name for myself after I graduated uni, I flew in just for the reunion.”

“How long are you here for?” 2fo asked, taking a hit off the blunt Urban passed.

“Another two days. I’m catching up with a couple of my girlfriends before heading back out.”

“And you weren’t gonna stop by?”

“I didn’t think Jack would like that.”

The area got silent, tension slowly filling the area. Before Sunni cut it with a knife.

“Y/N, I don’t think it was your fault at all. Yeah, you broke up with him, but you wanted out before the fame.” He spoke, taking a long sip of his beer.

“Yeah, and I can respect that. You never seemed like the type to be attracted to the spotlight. I remember when you got published for an article and you wanted to be published as “anonymous”. Cope spoke, laughing as he passed the blunt back to Urban.

“Listen, I was embarrassed-“

“It was good work.”

“Never said it wasn’t. I just didn’t want everyone to know it was me who wrote that long-ass paper.”

“Yeah yeah. Whatever. Either way, I don’t blame you. We all don’t. We just wish you would have stayed in touch with us at least.”

You nodded your head at all of them, them smiling in return.

“Well. Enough of that! Pass me a s’more, without the special chocolate.” Everyone laughed, Urban passing you the unopened bar of Hersey chocolate. An hour passed as you caught up with them all, sharing stories.

“Yeah, so then he thinks it’s a great idea to race with no shoes on in the dorm lobby. So then, as he rounds the corner, he slips and slides smack into the pole. That’s when I learned he was a lightweight.” Everyone laughed at your story, Urban turning his head as a figure appeared.

“Hey, every- Y/N? What are you doing here?” Jack spoke, his voice changing from happy to annoyed. You stood up, turning to face your ex.

“Nice to see you too Jack.” You folded your arms over your chest, Urban placing an arm over your shoulder as he stood.

“I invited her. It’s been a while since we’ve all seen her, I thought it would be good to catch up.”

“Yeah, without telling me. I greatly appreciate it.”

“Not everything is about you Jack.”

“No, it’s not. But I would have appreciated it if someone had told me my ex was coming.” Once again, it was silent.

“I texted you.” Urban spoke, eyeing Jack with narrow eyes.

“Yeah well, I obviously didn’t see it.”

“Yeah, and I obviously shouldn’t be here. If you’re gonna act like that.” You spoke, grabbing a napkin to wipe your hands of the remaining s’more.

“Y/N, don’t go.” Sunni spoke, now sitting up in his lawn chair.

“Actually, I think it’s a good idea.” Jack spoke, making your eyes widen.

“Okay, I get it, you’re hurt by me breaking up with you, but I’d expect you to be more mature than to hold grudges Jack.”

“Yeah, well, you thought wrong. How did you think I would react after you left me?”

“And how did you think I felt when you went on that interview?”

“You’re still on that?” Jack sighed.

“Yes, Jack! I am because that’s the main reason we broke up! I couldn’t live like that knowing I was your dirty little secret.”

“Yeah, well maybe I should have stayed single. Wouldn’t have to deal with you bitchin'.”

You stared at Jack in silence, tension higher than before. You clenched your fist, close to slapping him across the face.

“Say that one more time, I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you.”

“I said, maybe I should have stay-“

“That’s enough Jack.” Urban spoke sternly, dropping his arm from your shoulders to look at him.

“What? Y’all act like she didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Because she didn’t. We all saw how you acted during that interview, and we all can see how your fans are with you now. Y/N’s not cut out for that, and you know it.” Copelean stood up, moving to stand next to you.

“Damn, so y’all really gonna do me like that?” Jack spoke, glaring at his friends.

“Don’t worry about it guys. I’ll take my leave.” You spoke firmly, spinning around and heading for the patio doors.

“Y/N, wait!” You threw your hand up in response, grabbing the keys to your car off the counter, all the while Urban took to Jack.

“Are you fucking serious dude? You couldn’t have been more of an ass?”

“What? Y’all seriously thought I’d be okay with my ex at my party? Especially that ex.”

“Look, we get it, she broke your heart, but think about it Jack. How would you feel if she went on an interview claiming she was single for the world to see?” Sunni questioned, now folding his arms now his chest.

“I would say it’s for the business.”

“Bullshit. You were furious when Jason Rudolph asked her to prom. And she rejected him right in front of you.” 2fo spoke, raising an eyebrow.

“Face it Jack, you’re upset because you let a good one get away.” Urban spoke, angrily.

“You don’t get.”

“Oh no, I think I do get it. But what you don’t see is the other side. Y/N is my friend too. I was there when she cried after she broke it off. I was there when she felt guilty about it. I was there those nights she texted you and you never responded. And I was there when she decided to move so she wouldn’t have the reminder of you constantly there. You don’t know how bad she felt. She did it to protect herself. You can’t blame her for that.”

Jack was silent. He was taking in all of the opinions of his friends. And truthfully, he believed it. He knew he was in the wrong. He truly hadn’t looked at the other side. And truthfully, he would have done the same.

You had began to start your driving playlist before Jack appeared at your window, scaring you before you chose to roll it down.

“Yes Jack?”

“Look, I’m sorry for what I said out there. I was out of line.” He moved as you stepped out of your car, looking him dead in his face as he spoke.

“I get what you did, why you did it. I understand why you broke up with me. You were only protecting yourself, putting yourself first, and I honestly don’t blame you for it. Now that I see it, I would have done the same.”

You looked at your ex, his curls shining in the, now, moonlight of the night. His crystal blue eyes stared into yours, sending shivers down your spine. Yet you stood firm in your word.

“I’m not stupid Jack. I know you probably listened to what the guys said and brought yourself out here to apologize.” You making air quotes around the apologize.

“Y/N..”

“I get it. I get it why you’re upset. I broke your heart. Trust me, I understand. But what you don’t understand is that I broke my own as well. I wanted to be with you, I wanted to see you succeed. I wanted to be there when you made it big, don’t you get that? But that interview was just a preview of what our lives could look like if we stayed together. And I wasn’t ready for that. I didn’t want to put myself in that position. Can you seriously hate me that much because I needed to put myself first?” You paused as you looked at him, waiting for him to say anything, anything at all.

But it was silent.

“Exactly what I thought.” You opened your car door, lowering yourself into the vehicle.

“I hope everything goes well for you Jack. And good luck with your new album.” And with that, you sped off into the night, tears in your eyes.

Please don't let nothing get back to me

I've been trying to detach from you

Deep down though, I wanna know about what the fuck you been up to

Old him could have seen that coming

Fuck you I don't need nothing from ya

I was doing pretty good without you

But something tells me that a relapse coming

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#jack harlow x reader #jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow scenario #jack harlow fanfiction #jack harlow au #jack harlow fic #jack harlow fanfic

[valeffelees]

An Ask Game for Writers to Procrastinate Working on Your WIP(s)

thank you kindly for tagging me @shrekgogurt @youarenevertooold, and @monbons i've been seeing this game make its rounds on my dash and was really hoping someone would pull me in!

🦈 Tell us the name of one of your WIP(s)

my main three wips at the moment are without sun, ballad of the final sparrow, which is more commonly known as bitverse, and fragile things (and how to break them), but i've also been fucking around a bit the last two or three weeks with a new (terrible, evil, very self-indulgent) wip called god-forbid.

🍄 Describe one of your WIPs in the format of “___ + ___ =___”  

i think i might be dumb bc i don't understand this question at all.

🌍 What tags or warnings will your WIP(s) need if you intend to share it?

bitverse: heavy angst, psychological horror elements, alcohol abuse, allusions to suicide, unhealthy coping mechanisms, dead dove: do not eat.

🧭 An alternative title to one of your WIP(s)?

ballad of the final sparrow -> baz is typing fragile things (and how to break them) -> there's a werewolf in london god-forbid -> the gap between a tragedy and comedy

⚠️ Which WIP you’re most likely to finish or update next?

i have no idea. i mean, you'd think the answer would be without sun since it's the only fic i actually have posted at the moment, but unfortunately i am an untrustworthy villain.

💾 What is the document of your WIP called? (Not the story title, but what you’ve saved it as.)

same as the fic title. if i start a new wip and don't know what to call it, i'll pick something at random and add (working title) at the end.

🖍 Post any sentence from your WIP

from without sun:

“You don’t like peppermint,” he says. But maybe she does. Maybe that’s one more thing he can add to his growing list of things he got wrong about Agatha Wellbelove. No. 1 — Dislikes peppermint; actually, she is quite fond of it. No. 2 — Likes Simon Snow; him, not so much.

♻️ A scrapped idea for your current WIP

one of the biggest changes i made to the plot of without sun really early on was penelope's role in the story. i had a clear idea of the story i wanted to tell as soon as i saw the prompt for the fic. without sun was always supposed to be about more than simon and baz. the story is about grief and love, and the space we take up in the lives of the people around us. but n e way, in my orig draft, penny was actually supposed to be able to communicate with simon a bit, and there was gonna be a whole sect of scenes in the middle of the fic where they sat around together trying to break simon's curse what we know and what we don't know style via passing notes. i ended up tossing this idea really quickly tho, and i'm glad i did bc one of my favourite moments i've ever written in any fic happens in chapter two of without sun and it belongs to simon and penny.

🤔 What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

so many. or, well—what counts as "haven't even started"? i hate to let ideas sit around in my head bc it feels like leaving raspberries in the fridge for too long, like that shit is gonna get mould on it, so usually the first thing i do is rough out a few scenes and/or script out a very rough outline of the plot (like this / this / this style) so that i have something to come back to later. i have dozens of zero drafts just lying tf around. but otherwise, yeah, so many. one big idea i have is called heart on fire and it's based on fanart, but i haven't started it yet bc obvs i wanna get permission from the artist first but i've been holding off reaching out to them about it until i've knocked a few of my less intimidating longfics off my wip list bc heart on fire is gonna fucking hefty so i don't wanna give'r until i'm sure i can manage it.

🤡 How many WIPs are you actively working on?

LMFAO

🛠 Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

i'm having a real bitch of a time with agatha's main scene in chapter two of without sun, i've been fighting with it on and off for months, but i can't get it to do what i want it to do.

❤️ Not a question, just a second kudos to send.

cheers!

sorry for any doubles but, tagging: @drowninginships @cosmicalart @that-disabled-princess @fatalfangirl @cutestkilla @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @artsyunderstudy @thewholelemon @roomwithanopenfire @hushed-chorus @blackberrysummerblog @imagineacoolusername @nightimedreamersworld @prettygoododds @confused-bi-queer @mooncello and an open tag for anybody else who wants to procrastinate their wips!

#tag game

[bottlecaprabbitgames]

Public Q&A + Some Stats n Other Cool Things

Hi, everyone! As April is slowly coming to a close, I've had on my mind a LOT to do another public Q&A as my birthday is coming up in early May (the 8th to be exact), and it's been a long time since I've done one!

So, between now and the 8th of May, send in your Qs you want the team or other characters to answer! You can also send in questions about the game, the series, or anything you're curious to know! I'll be compiling them up until the 8th, and I look forward to seeing any you ask!

(You can either send them here on Tumblr or on Discord!)

Other than that, I do have some stats!!! Thank you all so much for the support over on itch.io, as Mind Games: Trepidation has hit 50 downloads and over a thousand browser plays!!! That's insane!!! Thank you!!!! It's been so frickin' awesome to see. And the ratings!!! Wild!!!! It's so cool to be able to see statistics again, as I haven't had those since COG.

I am also tentatively hopeful of making a small Halloween/Fall interactive date with the team this year! It'll only cost a few dollars as I'll likely do it in twine and have it tagged onto MG:T or as a side story type deal. As Halloween is the only holiday I celebrate (mostly. I celebrate Christmas but only bc I was raised doing so, I don't actually hold the religious meaning to it n instead view it as a time for family), I'd really like to get around to doing something for it! My hopes is to have it with a few additional settings (like if you're only in the crushing phase versus a more rounded relationship), and I'll be honest, I'm probably going to start it very soon... you know me, I tend to drop side projects every once in a while to focus on my main, and I really want to get this done!!!

Okay, that's it!

#announcements #mind games #qna #q&a #itch.io

[cherrycola27]

SIREN'S SONG

Chapter 9: Geraldene , you're just a Homewrecker

Paring: Rooster x OC Captain Harper Ann "Siren" Mitchell

Warnings: Mentions of Ejection, injuries, cursing, drinking, self esteem issues, body insecurities. Jake "Hangman" Seresin... yes Hangman gets his own warning because he is fucking Hangman. Attempted Cheating. Allusion to smut. 18+ Minors DNI

A/N: This chapter is inspired by two songs "Geraldine" by Miranda Lambert and "Homewrecker" by Gretchen Wilson

"Harper I seriously own you one... you are saving my ass tonight. Ever since you graced the mic a few months ago karaoke night has been buzzing because people want to hear you sing and I cannot keep up by myself." Penny said pouring another drink for the sea of customers in front of her.

"Mom, you know I will always help you but people also come in to see the hot drunk Navy boys and girls sing as well." Harper teased back grabbing some empty glasses and a tip off the bar. "Hey Si, can we get another round?" Hangman asked pushing his way to the bar. "Sure thing Jake! Give me a sec!" She called back. The bar was especially busy tonight because it was karaoke night and because a new class of recruits had come in for Top Gun. Harper recognized a few faces from her class today and a few from Roosters amongst the sea of uniforms. She grabbed the beers for Jake to take back to her friends who were at their usual spot playing pool. Jake went to hand her his credit card to pay. Si put her hand out to stop him. "You're in luck Bagman. Dagger Squad drinks for free tonight... that was the deal I made with P for me working. That and I get to keep all my tips." Harper laughed. Hangman looked down at the drinks in Harper's hand and noticed something off.

"No ring tonight?" He asked gesturing to her naked left ring finger. "It's right here" Harper stated pulling out the chain her dog tags were on. Her engagement ring hanging on the chain too. "It means too much to me and Roos for me to wear it out around here. I would be crushed if anything happened to it." She replied tucking the chain back into her black tank top. "Alright no worries. Hey when do you sing?" He asked beginning to walk away "In about 20!" Harper yelled over the crowd as he took the beers to the group. Rooster looked over the bar and shot her a wink before racking the pool balls for another game.

As Harper was finishing up with another customer, a bleach bottle blonde came and sat at the bar. She was wearing some high heeled boots, and a very mini skirt. She had on a skin tight crop top, and a shade of red lipstick that Penny had once described as "truck stop princess red" when Harper asked what she meant by that Penny replied "every time I've seen a girl wear a red like that is because she is trying to get a man or at least free drinks. She's like a truck stop. You are happy to see her, but if you spend to much time with her she gets expensive. The woman's outfit didn't go unnoticed. She earned several wolf whistles walking to the bar.

Harper walked over to her and put on her nicest face. "Hey hon, what can I get for you?" She asked "Can get a Mojito please?" The woman drawled out in a southern twang that Harper could tell she was most definitely over exaggerating. "Sure thing sweetie be right back. Moments later Harper returned with the drink. "Thanks a bunch can I open a table please?" The blonde asked sliding Harper a credit card and an ID. "Sure thing.... Bethany" Harper said taking the cards from her and reading the girls name.

"So I haven't seen you here before what brings you to North Island?" Harper asks being polite. "Well I am here to train at Top Gun, and to try and win back an old flame of mine" the blonde replied looking around. "Oh yeah?" Harper replied. She decided to ask the woman a few more questions before letting on that she was a Top Gun instructor. Harper guess the woman must have been in Bradley's class because she hadn't seen her today.

"Have you worked here a while?" Bethany asked sipping her mojito. "Well my mom owns the place so I'm gonna say yes" Harper answered. "Perfect!" Bethany squealed. "So what can you tell me about Rooster Bradshaw? He is my instructor at Top Gun and I feel like it's fate because we kind of hooked up a few times about 2 years ago. He was great but I didn't want to be tied down and seeing him now made me regret ghosting him. God he is just so fucking handsome and we had so much fun. And now that I'm going to be here awhile I thought I would take this second chance to get my Bradley back." Bethany told Harper.

Harper bit her tongue and took a breath trying to not snap on the blonde. Maybe she didn't know she was speaking to Roosters fiancée... I mean she wasn't wearing her ring and they both weren't huge into social media... "Oh Honey, sorry to burst your bubble, but Rooster isn't on the market anymore. He has a fiancée." Harper said trying to play nice. "And I have a goldfish named Nelson" Bethany replied. "Huh?" Harper asked looking at her strangely.

"I just thought we were stating things that didn't matter." The blonde woman replied back nonchalantly. "Sweetie I'm not following." Harper pushed back. "I don't give two shits if Rooster has a fiancée. They aren't married yet, so that means he is still on the market in my mind. And if I know Roosie, once he sees me, he will be forgetting all about his 'fiancée'" Bethany said calmly. Harper was seeing red... how dare this woman... no girl come in here and be so disrespectful. Harper had half a mind to ring the bell and make her buy the next round. Before she could do anything, Bethany was jumping off her stool and running towards Rooster. Harper watched her while staring Daggers at the wanna be homewrecker. The blonde bounded up to Bradley and tapped him on the shoulder. He greeted her kindly, because that was just what he did. But when Bethany tried get her hands on him, he politely moved her away. Siren couldn't hear the conversation but she could see that Rooster was clearly telling the woman he was not interested. But that didn't stop her. Harper was just about to hop over the bar and drag this girl out by her extensions when Penny's voice broke her out of a trance.

"And up next the lovely Siren" Penny called out pointing to her. Harper came from around the bar. She grabbed her dogtags and quickly slid her engagement ring on her finger. She waded her way through the crowd but stopped when she felt a firm hand press to her shoulder. "Si... listen there's the chick and she's trying to get all handsy with Rooster and he is clearly not interested. Just say the word and I'll kill her." Harper looked at her best friend Phoenix finishing her speech. "Nix while I appreciate the fact that you would kill someone for me. I got this." Harper stated shooting her friend a wink and striding to the stage. As she was walking past the groups of people, Siren quickly lifted Roosters aviators out of his back pocket before taking the stage.

"How's everyone doing tonight?!" She called out taking the microphone. She was met by cheers and applause from the crowd. "Well I'm glad everyone is having a good time. So I have two songs for you today. And they both have sort of a theme to them. And there is a certain someone out there who I really hopes gets the message." Siren shot a wink to Phoenix before slipping Roosters sunglasses on.

Bethany who had moved closer to the stage looked at the woman about to sing... she knew she recognized those sun glasses but she she couldn't put her finger on where they came from.

The first notes of "Geraldine" by Miranda Lambert came on and Siren began to sing

"I could see you coming all the way from Amarillo

Truck stop red lips pullin' on some nicotine

Shining like the spoke on a brand new El Dorado

You're trailer park pretty, but you're never gonna be Jolene

Geraldene, Geraldene

Why you gotta make me mean

Don't make me cause a scene now, Geraldene

Geraldene, Geraldene

You get 'em all on their knees

But you can't take a man from me

Geraldene"

Harper continued to sing while shooting glances over at the blonde who was now attempting to get Rooster to dance with her. He looked up to his fiancée with apologetic eyes. Damn this girl really didn't get it. Harper finished her her song while the patrons of the bar cheered.

"Thanks yall, I was hoping to be subtle in the message I was trying to send to someone tonight, but I'm guessing I'm going to have to be a bit more direct. So..."

Hangman looked over to his girlfriend with a look of concern on his face. "Phe... is Harper going to do what I think she is about to do?" He asked. "Oh she is definitely about to tear this girl a new one for messing with Rooster. But the bitch deserves it. I mean Rooster has literally been running away from her all night and she won't take a hint. I told Si to get let me kill her but she wouldn't." Phoenix responded as Harper spoke again.

"Bethany, this one's for you." Harper finished as a new country song began to place. Jake and Tasha immediately recognized the tune of the Gretchen Wilson song " Homewrecker. " and it was clear that Bethany didn't know the song because she had a huge smile on her face until Harper began the first chorus. The blonde became visibly uncomfortable and because to look around as the members of the bar began to glance at her.

Harper made her way down the stage to the bar floor. She placed herself between Bethany and Rooster before singing the next verse

"I'm sure you waited for a long, long time

To find a man like mine

But honey you're too late" Harper sang while flaunting her engagement ring in the girls face.

"So before you go and make your move

Maybe me and you should get a few things straight

There's two ways we can do this..." Harper challenge the blonde.

"I'll let you decide

You can take it somewhere else or we can take it outside" Harper spat in the girls face. She then turned and flipped her pony tale.

Harper sang the next chorus... the whole bar was silent watching and watching for what was about to happen. At this point Bethany was about to head for the door, but Phoenix and Hangman blocked her exit.

Harper jumped back on the stage and began the last verse of the song

"Now honey I'm a Christian, But if you keep it up

I'm gonna go to kickin' your pretty little butt

Is that clear enough yeah?!"

Harper finished the song and the bar erupted on cheers. She came off the stage and wrapped her arms around Rooster. The then stuck her left hand out for Bethany to shake. " Sorry we haven't formally met dear. The name's Captain Harper "Siren" Mitchell... I'm Roosters fiancée and one of your Top Gun instructors." Harper cooed turning her head to the side daring the younger woman to say something. "I um... I think it would be best if I um left." Bethany stammered out as she stumbled over her own two feet. She couldn't run out of that bar fast enough.

"Babe... you probably traumatized her for life." Bradley said kissing Harper's cheek. "Well when the trollop sat down at the bar bragging about how she didn't care that you were engaged and that she could steal you away from me... well I had to protect what's mine." She shrugged.

"Darlin', you know you're the only woman for me right?" Rooster asked looking down at her. "Of course I know that baby, and now so does every other tag chaser around here too." Harper laughed. She moved over to the pool table with the group. About half an hour later her phone chimed.

"Holy Shit!" Harper shouted smacking the pool table. "What?" Several members of the friend group asked. "Dadmiral just text me.... apparently he just got word that Lt. Bethany Jackson has decided to voluntarily leave the Top Gun program due to personal issues sighting she is quote 'afraid of how intense the instructor is'..." Harper told the group. "Oh he just sent me another message "You wouldn't happen to be the instructor she's talking about would you?" She read out in a tone clearing mocking her father.

"Oh my God you basically bullied her out of the program" Payback howled with laughter. "What... if she couldn't handle me roasting her in here you really think she could have made it in the sky?" Harper shrugged slamming back a shot.

Before she could do anything else, Rooster was grabbing her hand and tugging her to the exit. When they reached her Jeep, Rooster spun her around and pressed her against the hood of the SUV. He grabbed her face and kissed her hard.

"What you did back there was so fucking hot... turned me so so much... wanted to take you right there in front of everyone." he breathed out while kissing her neck. "Well then," Siren began pulling back from him. "Why dont you take me home and show me just how much you want me Big Boy." She finished pressing her hands to his chest and biting her lower lip.

They had never left the Hard Deck so fast.

Hopefully everyone enjoyed this chapter!

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#top gun #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw smut #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #rooster smut #rooster top gun #rooster x oc #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc

[cantsaythetword]

TickleTober Day 25: Magic

~A/N  - More avengers contenttttt! This one is a reader fic (HEAR THAT? READER FIC EVERYBODY 🚨🚨) though and is one I've been wanting to do for a little bit. Fingers crossed it works out.

Also kinda feeling the vibe of this cause I TOTALLY get bad imposter syndrome all the time and this I think would just be such a cute solution lmao.

- Enoy! ~

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There are few people in this world who get to teach superheroes. Even fewer whose job it is to teach them combat tactics. For some reason, Tony Stark himself had asked you to come and run a few workshops with some of the Avengers to help with close range combat.

Though you were fully confident you knew what you were talking about, there was still something that felt wrong - almost condescending - about coming and and telling earth's mightiest heroes how to do their job.

It had been a few weeks now, and despite the fact that you were getting more and more comfortable joking around with Steve, Thor, and Tony, you still couldn't shake that feeling that you weren't good enough to teach them.

Little did you know, they were picking up on your little insecurities. And hatching a plan to help you out.

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"Thanks again for the session!" Steve nodded to you as you packed away the equipment. "Those elbow strikes are bound to come in handy."

Every time they gave you even the slightest acknowledgement that something you taught them might help you got a buzz of serotonin.

"As long as you guys get something out of these, I'm happy." You said truthfully. "You're not exactly my usual demographic."

Tony turned around as you let out a nervous laugh at your last sentence. He gave you a quizzical look. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Even though his question seemed to be genuine curiosity mixed with a tad of concern, you couldn't help but feel like you had fucked up by saying that. "Uh... Well..." You decided to diffuse the tension (that only you were feeling) with a soft joke. "Superheroes are a little hard to come by these days... I usually would advertise to a more common group."

Steve chuckled, and you internally thanked whatever deity was listening. As long as they were laughing, they didn't hate you.

Speaking of deities, Thor came up behind you and put his hands on your shoulders. "Well, even if you aren't used to it, you teach us well Y/N."

You couldn't help but flash a face of doubt at his words, covering it with a pleasant smile and thanking him.

The three gave no hints whether or not they had seen your little drop in the confident façade, and in a few moments you were left alone in the gym to lock up.

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It was the last class of your term, and so you decided to have a little fun towards the end. After an intense class of practicing different escapes, holds, and attacks from the ground, you had come up with a little game to let off some steam while still practicing some skills.

"Grab a tag each." You grinned, gesturing to the bag of fabric strips you were holding. "Tie it round your ankle and then hop on your knees."

You had played this game many times, and knew each rule off by heart. You explained to the heroes that the goal was to remove the strip from your partner before they got yours, and no striking was allowed.

With Thor and Tony partnering together, that left you with Steve Rogers. You had battled many guys bigger than you in this game (and won quite a few times), but never someone who had been pumped full of some steroid buff serum.

This would be interesting.

You circled each other, waiting for the right moment to slide in for a take down. Steve moved towards you with a jump and without thinking you grabbed his arm and threw him over your hips onto the ground. He let out a sharp groan as you moved on top of him, weighing his chest down with your own. Being mindful of where your tag was, you adjusted your position until you were half hanging off the captain but could easily begin taking off his strip.

Little did you know, Captain America was more than willing to play a little dirty.

A hand squeezed at your waist and you let out a squawk, rolling off your opponent. As you made eye contact, you could see the evil little cogs turning in Steve's head.

"And what was that, Y/N?" Steve grinned, shuffling towards you on his knees and pulling you into him.

"N-Nothing!" You struggled nervously, your mind now completely distracted from the original goal of the game.

Now it was about survival - and not allowing three of the world's strongest Avengers know about your little sensitivity. But that would be easier said than done, as Steve's hands were now freely roaming down your sides like little tickle bugs.

And by god were they tickly.

"Steheheve wait!" You tried to stop yourself from laughing, but your mouth was already breaking into a wide smile of betrayal.

"A little ticklish, are we?" He asked with a smirk, hands closing in on your hips and squeezing a few times. "Interesting... This is legal in combat, right?"

"NOHOHO!" You shrieked, your arms pushing against his - completely forgetting any ounce of training you had undertaken to escape basic holds. "STOHOP IHIT!"

You didn't have to look to know that Thor and Tony were watching this whole thing unfold, and that just made it all worse. Yet for some reason, the heat of embarrassment you were feeling didn't feel awful. In fact, there was something childishly playful about it, and it almost felt like it was bringing you closer to your three training partners.

But for the moment, you needed to find a way out. Fast. Steve was getting bored of this spot, and while it still drove you crazy you knew there were much worse places he could be.

Luckily, in your mad thrashing from side to side you had managed to rub against the knot of the tied fabric on Steve's leg. In a moment of pure perfect timing, you slid down Steve's chest like a slip-n-slide and fully escaped his tickly clutches. Desperately you launched at his ankle and begin pulling at the knotted tag.

"What the-?" You heard him begin, and swiftly after came his hands clawing into your ribs.

Normally that would be enough to have you curled up in a ball of giggles, but the adrenaline of victory kept you somewhat upright. You tugged one final time at the fabric, and at last it came loose.

"YEHES!" You squealed, allowing your body to fold in on itself as the tickling continued into your moment of triumph.

"Damn..." Steve laughed. "Though, looking at you now it seems like a case of lost the battle but won the war, don't you think?"

You shrugged playfully. "Still got the tag!"

"Alright, new partners?" Tony asked from behind you, already red faced and sweaty from wrestling with Thor. "You ready, Rogers?"

Steve nodded confidently, moving over to Tony and the pair began their match. Thor, on the other hand, wasn't looking to play the same game again.

No, one look and you knew exactly what he was planning. And he didn't hesitate to confirm your theory. With a swift motion, he pulled you onto your back and pinned you down (with one of the pins you had taught him earlier, look at that!). With his head trapping one arm, and legs trapping the other, you were basically in a crucifixion pose.

Well shit.

Both of your arms trapped gave him the perfect opportunity to use his free hand to wriggle into your ribs.

"NONONONO THOHOR PLEHEHEASE!" You screeched, head flinging back onto his chest in laughter. "THIS IHIHISN'T THE GAHAHAME!"

"Oh I'm having such a good time though, aren't you?" He chuckled. "I'd definitely say this is a strong victory for me."

You weren't one to give in so easily, and though you were being tickled out of your mind (and had little chance of escaping) you weren't going to surrender that quickly. You managed to focus all your strength on moving the one arm trapped between Thor's legs towards his tag, and gave it a quick tug.

Thankfully, Thor released his hold in fear of losing the match. Feeling even the smallest pull against the fabric strip had spooked him into giving up his position. Perfect.

You were about to enter into an attack when Tony called time.

"Alright, there's only a few minutes left until we have to go." He said. "And I still haven't had a turn with you yet Y/N."

Something about the way he said your name made you shiver in nervous anticipation. But, of course, you agreed. Moving to your new partner, you were so pent up on nervous energy you didn't see a very obvious tackle coming from a mile away.

Immediately, Tony had you on your back and was skittering his blunt fingernails down your stomach. Though he had caught you off guard, you weren't going to give him the satisfaction of making you laugh. That doesn't mean it was easy.

"I'm not quite sure how you guys managed to crack them so quickly!" Tony teased, knowing full well you were about to burst.

Steve and Thor paused their tumble, giving each other a knowing glance.

"Allow me to show you how I managed to make them laugh." Thor grinned, grabbing both of your hands in his one and worming a few fingers into one of your armpits. "This is rather effective."

Indeed it was.

You screamed with laughter. "NAHAHA THOHOHOR PLEHEHEASE!" Willing each and every muscle in your body to help you escape but your relief never came.

"Oh but this spot worked really well for me!" Cap smirked, drilling his thumbs into your hip bones.

With the three conflicting sensations, your brain practically short circuited. You couldn't get a word out, could barely laugh cohesively. After a few moments of wondering whether you'd survive this attack, the three heroes finally gave you a reprieve.

"I'd say that was a perfectly successful final training." Thor chuckled. "It's a shame we won't have any more to investigate our skills further."

Steve and Tony laughed as your cheeks flooded with embarrassment and a little bit of sadness. You would miss this, especially now that the guys had shown you a whole new side to them. And even though you could barely think straight, and were still lying on the floor. You would be keen to do this all over again with the three who were quickly becoming some of your favourite people...

... Perhaps you'll try to stay for a few more classes...

#fic #mine #tickletober2022 #tickletober day 25

[pastery1]

"Don't Tickle me...!" ⚠️Probs Spoiler(?)⚠️

A/N: This movie is the best, hands down. Reccomend it tottally! (Netflix) Now I understand that he has sensitive hearing, so in this fic he's not sensitive to his own laughter or smthing like that.

Trigger(s): Cussing

⚠️Warning⚠️: I DO NOT SHIP KAI AND HIDIKI!!! I DON'T SEE THEM TOGETHER!!! Though if yall do, it's tottaly fine. But don't make it seem like I'm implying that ship in anyway, if u hate the though of Hidiki x Kai. And I'm not sexualling anyone in here. Yes there is a bit of ear play, BUT ONLY TO MAKE IT MORE TICKLISH FOR HIDIKI!!! Ty for ur time😌.

Summary: After Hidiki and Uta got back from whatever the hell they were doing, they stumbled upon Kai tickling Usagi. Kai then realized that Hidiki keeps jumping somewhere everytime without a warning, so Tarzan looking ass decided to get to the bottom of this. Even if it means he's gonna hv to embarrass the bubble jumper infront of his lady friend.🫢

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Hidiki walked in to a room on the boat (don't know any names of the rooms tbh) with Uta tagging a long behind him. They both stopped to a merciously Tarzan, a panting child, the other ppl who was watching, and a freaked out biologist (bc yk, worry wart).

"Hey, come on Kai, Usagi looks like he's gonna die," Makoto started waving her hands in the air to get the long haired ler off of Usagi.

"No way, this is what he gets for stealing my food!" Kai then started to squeeze the youngest sides.

"I SAHHAHAHID IHIHIH WAS SORHRHRHRHY!! STOP!" Usagi finnally managed to pant out.

"Dude, he looks like he had enough," Shin started to become a dad in this situation.

With that, everybody heard a door being shut and in walked a botherless Hidiki and a confused Uta.

"Now, wth hv u two been?!" Kai questioned, not caring but wanted to know the honest answer.

"Dw abt it," Hidiki put back on his headphones to block out the annoying voice.

"No, now I'm curious. U missed out on me wrecking the living shit out of Usagi. I want to know wth is so important!" Kai exclaimed.

"Fuck... u!" The little kid said in between breaths.

"U wanna go for round 3?!" Tarzan turned around with a meanacing grin and wriggling fingers, making the youngest squeak and ran to hide behind Makoto, "That's what I thought."

"U gotta stop these childish games, Kai." Hidiki walked over to a now scary looking teen.

"Come to think of it, ur the only one who hasn't but subdue to a laughing mess, Hidiki," Shin started to slowly get up. "Idet I've seen u laugh b4."

Hidiki started to tense up, stutter, and walk back, "T-That's not true, Ma-Makoto hasn't been tickled ye-yet!"

"That's bc she isn't ticklish," Usagi squeezed her sides to no reaction.

"Say, u don't happen to be ticklish, huh, Hidiki?" Kai threw his hand up squeezing the freightened boi's side, earning a squeak.

"I-I'm not-" Hidiki stammered.

"Alr, so u don't mind us testing it huh?" Shin went behind a now panicking bubble ninja.

Uta didn't know what the hell tickling was, but she was intrigued to hear her 'prince' laugh.

"Please don't tickle me, Kai!" Hidiki yelled.

Now the pink haired men was intrigued on how the chilled boy would sound like when he was tickled. He pounced on Hidiki making them both land on the ground with a thud, "Awwww I thought u said u weren't ticklish." He squeezed the lee's side earning a startled squeak.

"A-Ahhahrlright, I am ticklish. Now u found out, so can u let up?" Hidiki pleaded.

Kai pretended to think abt the answer, "No." With that, he scribbled up and down the younger's sides.

Hidiki clenched his teeth together, trying not to give them the satisfaction they so earn for. "L-Leave me the f-fuck alone!"

"Awww is our sweet little sensitive boy ticklish?" The pinkish haired ler cooed in the younger's ear, making him shriek and hunched his shoulders.

"S-stohohohop!" All that 'managing to hold in his laugh' act, ended when Kai whispered random things in his ear. Quite enough where only him and the lee could hear, but loud enough where it tickled like hell.

'If that made Hidiki break, then that's gotta be his death spot, right?' The youngest out of the group thought. Though Usagi decided to keep that information to himself till they desperately needed it.

Shin held the latter's arms up over his head, so Kai could hv easy access to his whole torso. The one who started this cute ordeal, straddled Hidiki's hips so he was now immobile.

He started to plead and giggle w/o even being tickled. Things like 'Stop', 'Please', 'Have mercy', and 'Don't do it, Kai!'

The long haired teen kept teasing the lee by hovering his hands over his torso, going up and down w/o touching the other. He would go up slowly then down at a fast pace making the one under him giggle and squirm, while protesting. Kai would say teasy comments like, "Awww u can't be this ticklish", or "I'm not even touching u, why r u laughing?", or "Ur face matches my hair color, js a little bit brighter". Anything the ler says will make anyone blush like the lee. Kai js knows how to make one flustered while subdueing them to tickles.

Though, how much fun the older was hving, he decided to get down to business. Thinks to Hidiki's croptop, it exposed half of his upper body. So Kai traced teasy lines and patterns on the now stretched out, toned, bare stomach, making the younger giggle.

"Ka-Kahhahah-Kahahhahahi! St-stahahahp!"

"Ur too cute when ur like this, Idt I'll listen to ur commands, Hidiklee." (Not shipping)

"Dohohn't call me thahahaha-AHT?!" Hidiki squealed when Tarzan looking ass swirled the inside of his navel.

"I'm gonna call u whatever the hell I want, gigglee."

"NAHHAHAHAH!!! St-Stahahahahp!"

"Ohoho, ur in no possition to tell me what to do," Kai then dipped his finger in the exposed belly button.

Hidiki became silent, laughing as tears streamed down his cheeks, but no sound came out of his mouth. His face became bright red, he then began to pant and wheeze.

The pinkish haired teen realized he probably had enough, so he asked one question, "Where did u and juliette go, Romeo?" Kai realized he wasn't gonna js say where they were, so he decided to make a deal, "If u tell me where yall were, then I'll let u go."

"Ahahaharlight.... Ihihihi.... Ihihihi'lll tell... *cough*... you," Hidiki managed to wheeze out catching his breath. "I... We were watering flowers on top of a building...."

Everyone looked at him shocked, "Why didn't u say this before man?" Shin laughed.

"I didn't want yall laughing at me."

"Trust me, we weren't going to laugh at u, Hidiki. It's actually pretty nice to see u letting loose and enjoying nature, instead of being tense and keeping ur emotions to self." Makoto reassured the embarrassed teen.

"Though, ur gonna be punished for not inviting me, Hi-di-ki-" Every pronunciation, Kai poked the latter's ribs.

"NO! No, Please.... Kai u said u would let me go."

"Yh, but now I gotta let out all this rage bc some dumbass didn't think abt inviting his 'bsf'."

The panicked teen looked up to face Shin, "Please.... tell him to let me go. Ur the oldest one here! He'll listen to u, if ur stern!"

The one holding the lee's arms js shrugged, "Sry man, no can do. Kai actually has a point on this one buddy. U can't js exclude ur friends."

There, all his hope has flew out the window, leaving him with a now evil ler who dosen't look like he will stop anytime soon, and three set of eyes all intrigued on what's to come next.

The pinkish haired teen slowly unzipped the younger's croptop to where his chest was still covered up (to keep the child decency) by his croptop shirt that was under his croptop jacket, but it was a muscle shirt so his bare armpits were exposed.

Kai traced up and down Hidiki's arms, starting from his palms all the way to his armpits, then back up again. The lee was giggling with anticipation, wishing this will end soon. Tarzan digged into his exposed under arms, making the latter squeal and kick out.

"STHAHHAP!!! KAIIIII!!"

"Look how flustered he gets~. His leg is rapidly kicking! He acts js like a dog~." Usagi decided to join in on the torment.

Kai heard what the shortest one said and looked back where his head was facing Hidiki's lower half. "Dude, ur js that impatient for me to tickle u down there? Alr I mean if u insist-"

He was cut off by the younger's scream and wildly kicking, "NO!"

The pinkish hair dude laughed at how much this affected the lee, "Ahahahahlright, I'm done."

But before the merciless teen got up off the panting lee, the only one who knows Hidiki's death spot, spoke up, "Wait, Kai! I know his worst spot."

The men on the bottom went wide eyed and started to put all his strength into pulling his arms down, but Shin was holding on to them like his life depended on it. Kai turned around to face a blushing Hidiki, "Oh? Where's that at?" He smirked.

"It's.... his.... ears~" The kid said this in the most teasy, slowest way to keep the latter on edge. Now the lee was fucked.

Shin sat on Hidiki's arms while he held his ears down to where Kai had easy access to the creavus of his ear. He js thought it be the most sensitive. Tarzan scraped one finger, following the outline where his ear met his head, making the younger curse under him.

"F-FUHUHUCK!!! USAHAHAHAGI, I'LL KIHIHIHIL U!"

"Wow~ Hidki, making threats to literal kids now, are we?" Kai teased. "Guess u gotta be punished for that~"

The pinkish haired teen motioned for Shin to let go of his ears, so he can quit the childs play and get down to business.

The ler bent his head so v close to the lee's ear, making anticipatory giggles come out of him. He started to nibble on the other's ear, not to where it hurt ofc.

Hidiki became silent, and he started to cry, like sob. "ST..... ST.... PLE...." He couldn't finish any of his sentences.

Kai realized he had enough, so he began to lick his... ear?

The panicked teen giggled, and panted out, "ehehehhew! Kahahahahi!!! Ur fuhuhuhucking grosss! Sthahahhaap!"

The pink haired teen relented to let the younger one breath actual air. "Dohohon't... ever... dohoho... that again!"

"Sry, brotha, but ur laugh is so hilarious. That was the first time I actually heard u laugh!" Kai said excitedly.

Hidki looked up half way, trying to catch his breath. His now watery eyes, shimmer with revenge, facing a confused pink haired, Tarzan looking, teen. "Yk... I never heard u laugh while being tickled. I never actually seen u get tickled at all honestly."

"What r u playing at?"

"Shin" Hidki called out, making it obvious to the other's on what he was doing, but oblivious to the one who's gonna get the treatment.

The oldest out of all of them ran behind a startled teen, and hooked his arms under Kai's.

"No... Wait! Ur not... ACTUALLY?! Ok, dude I'm serious.... It was a literal joke! Don't tickle me!" Tarzan was kicking and squirming rapidly.

"Funny, I recall saying the same exact thing... but U still fucking tickled me! So I'M gonna stop when I feel like it."

That night ended with Kai getting his own treatment, even though he fucking hated it. He should've never tickled Hidiki in the first place.

#lee #ticklish #anime tickle #anime #ler #tickle #Bubble #Bubble anime #Bubble anime tickle #Hidiki #Hidiki!Lee #Ticklish Hidki #Uta #Usagi #Kai #Shin #Makoto

[allensimpsforcorpse]

𝙵𝚕𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚞𝚗 | c.h

Pairing :: Corpse Husband x F! Reader

Requested :: Yes, by @lillypadmochi 💙

Summary :: Headcanons of Reader thinking Bretman and Corpse are together due to their friendly 'flirting' with each other

Warning/s :: none

A/N :: Thank you for this wonderful request, @lillypadmochi! It's such a nice change of pace to all the angst I've been writing and obsessing over 😂 This ended up longer than I had planned so I hope you like how I did with this!

Tags (for all my future Corpse fics and my one multi-chaptered fic) and Requests are open

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You were quite the famous music focused streamer in twitch; you play games sometimes in your streams as well but most of the time, you jam with your viewers

You were, like a certain faceless leo, famous for your voice. Smooth and seductive is what most watchers describe your voice as

Soon, you were noticed by Corpse when you decided to try and cover one of his songs in a laid back manner (try listening to white tee by corpse but it's more laid back by kade to get an idea on what I mean!)

It surprised you really, you didn't expect him to actually find your cover of his song! (gurl, the man probably searches his own songs in youtube to see covers and such, let's be honest here)

Not long after he complimented your amazing cover, he invited you to join his upcoming among us lobby since he still needs one more player to complete it and, in his words, you were perfect for it

He totally didn't assemble that lobby on the spot to get the chance to play with you, nOpE cause it's not like he was an absolute fan of you as well nu-uh

First round; Crewmate

It was a relief for you, you were surrounded by players who were good imposters and you didn't want to mess up and embarass yourself in front of them

Currently, you were in the infamous electrical doing the wires when you were startled by Corpse's voice greeting you all of a sudden

"Jesus, Corpse! You almost gave me a heart attack!"

A laugh came from him and it was so infectious that you started laughing alongside him

"Sorry sorry" he didn't sound sorry at all.

You guys started talking, throwing a few subtle (not really) flirts here and there when Bretman walked in and greeted you both with a cheery "Hello, babes!"

"Hey, Bretman!" "Whaddup, baby?"

Baby? Are they together..? Of course you knew that Corpse has the habit of calling everyone baby but..

Feeling like a third wheel as the two started talking about a game you were unfamiliar with, you quickly finished your tasks in the room and slipped out, your thoughts still whirling with questions

You were alone for a while after that, Sykkuno and Ludwig died somewhere in between while you somehow managed to stay alive

As you were doing the Simon Says task in the reactor, you heard Bretman walk in, humming the tune of Bella Poarch's latest hit song

"Hey~!" "Hey again, Bretman!"

You finished but decided to stay and wait for Bretman to finish as well

"Why'd you leave so suddenly earlier, girl? I missed that beautiful face of yours" you could hear the pout in his voice

You laughed him off despite your confusion as to why he's flirting with you when he's with..?

"I didn't want to intrude on you guys, you both seem really close"

Silence filled the reactor for a moment, making you a little worried. Were you wrong..?

"Girl, you don't think we're together, do you?"

Oh, you were totally wrong

You were quick to explain about your assumption due to their easy flirting towards one another while Bretman just laughs

"(y/n), look -laughing- the way he flirts with me is just for fun, he does that with everyone, babe!"

You gasped as the killing animation suddenly showed Bretman stabbing you but that gasp quickly turned to flustered stammering as you caught what he said right before he self-reported your body

"But with you? Oh girl, let me tell you, the way he flirts with you? It definitely isn't just for fun, babe, the man is serious when it comes to you"

Taglist :: @apple-slice-of-your-laifu-blog

#corpse husband #corpse husband fandom #corpse fic #corpse husband fanfic #corpse husband fanfictions #corpse husband imagine #corpse husband x reader #corpse imagine #corpse x you #amigops

[clairecrive]

"Woman" - Wolfstar x reader (Prequel)

A/n: I've found this sitting in my drafts and thought that this would be a perfect prequel for "woman".

Warnings: drinking, fluff

Word count: 1.2K

Tags: @ashlovesthemarauders, @emmaev, @acciorudolphx, @blackst0nes7077, @jupiterandbutterflies, @seldomabsent, @hannaxmaria, @hazelrose14, @aleksanderwh0r3

(add yourself to my taglist here)

HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST

It was Saturday night. Well, Sunday early morning really since it was past midnight. However, careless of the time, a group of Griffindor sat around the fire in their common room. They were engaged in a very lively game of truth or dare. Their voices often rising whenever someone revealed an outrageous truth or did a weird dare until one of them, Remus, shushed them to lower their voices.

It was a harmless game, really. The goal was to spend the time together, drink and have fun. Most of the dares were absurd. Their point was to either get the person to drink or to amuse the others with their hilarious outcome.  Some of them were already drunk, read Peter and Marlene. The rest of the Marauders were much better at holding their liquor while the two other girls, Lily and Y/n, were more mindful of their drinking dreading to wake up with a terrible hangover like the last time they did this.

Another round had started and it was y/n's turn while Sirius asked the question. Knowing the boy, the girl braced herself either to reveal an uncomfortable truth or at the idea of getting through whatever Sirius asked her to.

"So, y/n, truth or dare?"

Still feeling a bit nauseous after being dared to eat as many tarts she could in a minute, y/n chose truth. Exactly as Sirius expected.

"Which one of the Marauders would you date?" Leaning back onto his hands, the long-haired boy smirked at the blush that formed on y/n's cheeks.

"Now, that's a tricky question." Rolling her eyes, she huffed already regretting choosing the "safest" option. There was no safety when it came to the Marauders, not when they were playing.

"Seems pretty straightforward to me," Remus muttered beside her.

"You see, the choice is actually between two of you." Seeing as the four boys were looking at her quizzically, she went to explain her point.

"James has been completely and utterly in love with Lily since the first year. Anyone thinking they could get his attention is simply delusional., she started listing her points with the help of her fingers.

"And Peter, well, I don't think he's really into girls for that matter so even in this case, delusional." She shrugged pointing to the almost fainted boy in front of her.

"That leaves the two of you, my dear Wolfstar," she wrapped her arms on the boys' shoulders before she continued, "and that simply means that I have one choice to make because I'm not in the habit of being a hit and run."

Turning her head so that she was facing Sirius, she lifted her arm on Remus' shoulders only so that she could point at him while talking, "we all know that Remus is the best choice here. You know, if he didn't make it a point to deprive his life of every chance of being happy, I'd say he's the perfect boyfriend."

It may have seemed that the conversation y/n was having with Sirius was of the utmost secrecy when in fact, if the red tips of Remus's ears were of any indication, he had heard everything. Marlen was giggling at something in the fire, Peter was passed out on the floor while James and Lily were whispering Merlin knows what. This conversation was as private as it was going to get, only including those directly involved.

"I'm deeply offended, I can be a perfect boyfriend thank you very much." One of Sirius' hands shot on his chest as if she had actually wounded him. His face twisted in stupor and offence. It wasn't y/n's intention to hurt him but Sirius' ways were known to every at Hogwarts. She was merely pointing out a fact.

"Of course you can," she tutted reaching out pat the hands closest to her.

"Prongs! Tell her." Not happy, Sirius turned to James trying for him to back him up but y/n didn't want this to get everyone's business. Before James could answer and come to Sirius' aid even though he knew y/n was right, she put a hand up.

"Listen, no one can be the best at everything, Pads. Besides, that doesn't mean that you're less trustworthy. I still love you dearly and you're still one of my favourite people." She added, her finger under his chin to get him to look at her.

"One you won't date," he mumbled unhappily, his eyes flickering between hers.

"I'm not going to date Moony either, am I? This was all speculation." She added in the pursuit of soothing him, pointing to the curly boy on her other side.

"I'm not opposed to that." Came Moony's ushered voice.

"What?" Both Sirius and Y/n asked, surprise evident in their voices.

"I didn't think you'd be interested so I never asked," he shrugged trying to come off as aloof. If only the red of his cheeks didn't betray him...

"Anyone who's not interested in you is either a fool or a lesbian," y/n murmured almost automatically since her brain was still processing the fact that one of the cutest boys she knew was interested in her.

"Way to go and steal my girl, Moony!" Sirius loudly grumbled, not liking in the least how his best friend was flirting with the girl he wanted to date.

"I'm not your girl," y/n lightly pointed out at the same time Remus said,

"That's not what I'm doing."

"Then, what are you doing?" Sirius asked completely ignoring her.

"She doesn't have to choose between one of us," he explained turning fully to his friend, "of course, only if she's okay with it." He then added, his eyes quickly glancing to you.

It took a while for her and Sirius to understand what Remus was hinting at. But, eventually, they did. Sirius then turned around to look expectantly at y/n as well while y/n... well she was having a hard time believing that this was really happening.

Maybe she had drunk more than she had thought.

"You don't have to answer us right now." Mistaking your reaction as hesitancy, Remus added to reassure you.

But he had gotten it completely wrong. This the best thing that could have ever happened to you. Two of the best boys you knew wanted to date you. This must be a dream.

"Provided that this is not a dream," she started, "I'm more than okay with it." She said, alternating his eyes from Sirius to Remus to goad their reactions.

Out of nowhere, she felt a sharp pain in her left arm. Snapping towards it, she was met with Sirius' grin, "so you know this is not a dream." The bastard smugly replied.

Remus frowned at him while you glared, cradling your arm to your chest.

"You really want to start this relationship with you hurting me?" you glowered.

He held a finger to his chin, lightly tapping it in an expression of mock content before it morphed into a smirk.

"On a second thought," he trailed before his finger held your chin up and his mouth met yours.

Merlin's balls.

If this was how he kissed then it's no wonder why every girl was after him.

When he finally pulled away, he gave you a small kiss which you promptly returned before pecking him again. Hell, if you could spend all your time kissing you, you would. Then someone cleared their voice and you turned to find Remus looking at you.

Before he could say anything, you leaned into him, leaving a kiss on his lips too. Then you pulled away and Sirius leaned over you to kiss him as well.

And the rest, as they say, is history.

#wolfstar x reader #wolfstar x reader fluff #wolfstar x reader imagine #wolfstar x reader imagines #wolfstar x reader one shot #sirius black x remus lupin x reader #sirius black fluff #remus lupin fluff #poly marauders #marauders era #marauders x reader #marauders fluff #marauders imagine #marauders imagines #marauders one shot #harry potter imagines #sirius black x reader #remus lupin x reader

[greenygreenland]

Dream A Little Dream Of Me: Norman x Reader

-MANGA SPOILERS! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! 

-NOTE: YOU’RE BOTH AGED UP SO DON’T START TELLING ME FBI’S GONNA COME TO MY DOOR 😂😂

-THE TIMELINE IS A BIT MESSED UP SO JUST IGNORE IT COMPLETELY AND DON'T ASK ME LOL

-also, is it just me or do thick eyebrows look really cute??? Norman has pretty thick brows compared everyone else and I think they're cute 

WARNINGS: Kissing lol

Summary: You finally see Norman again.

Life had to be the scariest thing you'd ever faced. It threw the bad, the good, the everything your way until you could barely stand. Until you were left broken and mangled and shattered. Life was scary. It was cruel. Yet somehow, today was different.

You thought it was a dream. After all, how could it be reality when the boy in front of you died a year and some months ago? He had been shipped out, left for dead because it was a part of his stupid escape plan.

So how was it he stood before you? Breathing? Smiling? Living?

The office door closed behind you with a soft click. It bathed the room in silence, as if for a moment, the world decided to give you a second to breathe. A second to take in the wonderous sight before you.

The boy's name stuck in your throat. He had changed, not only in height, but stature and appearance. Norman was older, and he grew up to be more handsome than any runway model could ever be.

"(Y/n)," he gently said. "I'm glad you're well."

That was all it took. One sentence and you tackled him in the tightest hug your trembling arms could muster. "Norman...!" To have his arms around you, to hear the beating of his heart--it was a relief. A miracle sent by the gods. "You’re so stupid!"

No, he was more than stupid. He had to be the dumbest boy alive to think that it was okay to sacrifice himself for the sake of your family. You all were supposed to escape together just like Emma said. No one was supposed to be left behind, yet Norman--bless his heart--acted on his own.

You hugged him as if he would disappear if you let go. "We were all supposed to leave together. But you--I thought you--shipped out--and then--!" You chocked on your words. What more could you say anyway?

You buried your face in the crook of his neck. The muffled sob that ripped through your throat was more than Norman could handle. His knees went weak and you both slowly sunk to the floor in a heap. 

"I'm here." he gently said. "I'm not going anywhere (Y/n)."

Despite the steadiness in Norman's voice, his shoulders hitched, and he sniffled. "I'm here." he repeated. "I-I'm here." It sounded like he were reassuring himself that he wouldn't leave you so soon, as if he were scared too. Not for the way you sobbed and sobbed, but for the ache in his heart that seemed to beat in sync with yours.

Slowly, your sobs turned to quiet sniffles, which then silenced into nothing but tiny hiccups. You basked in Norman's warm embrace. He didn't hold you too tightly, as if he were afraid it would shatter you to pieces. Instead, he pulled you close to his side and leaned on his desk behind.

You rested your head on his chest, taking the time to memorise his scent. Parchment, the woods, and old books. You liked that, it was comforting to know he still smelled the same. On the other hand, his voice wasn’t as smooth or rounded as it once was. It was icy. No one seemed to notice that tiny sharpness that hit the end of each note he spoke. You wondered what could've made his kind heart harden.

Sure, Norman was still the same Norman you remembered, but something about the way he acted seemed off. He was clingy, much more than he ever was. Maybe he just missed you? No, that couldn't be right. Norman acted as if he were running out of time. He held you close and gently, as if these would be the last moments you'd see each other again. As if there wouldn't be a tomorrow.

You slowly pulled away to get a good look at Norman's face. His chin was slightly pointier, his cheeks less chubby and full. His lips twitched upwards into a comforting smile. It didn't quite reach his eyes because he looked so overwhelmingly tired. Your poor boy probably worked day and night to keep the hideout on its feet. It must be hard on him, you thought. Especially since he was revered as a god.

Norman's brows raised. "What's wrong?"

You took his thin hands in your own and gave them a good squeeze. "It's nothing. What about you?"

Ah yes, small talk. The perfect way to avoid any question thrown your way. Norman knew you well, sometimes even more than himself. When you asked simple questions such as these, that meant your mind laid elsewhere in a land he could never reach. Norman took that as a hint to drop the subject.

For now.

He wondered what invisible weight laid on your shoulders. Was it something as heavy as his? Perhaps your weight was worse and it ate away at you. Norman wished he could take that weight away and relieve you of that pain. He'd carry it all if he could, and it didn't matter to him if he'd die trying. This was you he was thinking about. He'd do anything for you.

"I've been okay," Norman vaguely responded. "But I have been busy, so I find it difficult to sleep sometimes.”

Norman liked to be honest, but you knew it was because that helped him figure out what was wrong with you. It was a game of tag. In this case being 'it' meant figuring out each others' worries through a back-and-forth match.

"You haven't been sleeping enough?" Your voice came out rather quiet as you traced invisible circles over the back of his hands. "Is that because you have so much work? Or do you refuse to get help?" Norman sat in a still silence and you sighed.

Of course. 

This was your Norman after all. He always shouldered a burden too big for his shoulders to carry. It was always something so heavy, so terribly hard to balance by himself. If that burden grew any bigger, it would collapse, and that would be his downfall. But you wouldn't let that happen to your Norman. No, no, no. You'd take that burden from him, steal it if you had to, and be his crutch.

"What have you been doing here?" you quickly added. "As 'William Minerva', I mean?"

Norman looked unbearably uncomfortable. That little frown tugging at the edge of his lips was a tell-tale sign. “I’ve been getting a lot done." he carefully said. "In fact, I’ve figured out a way to end this. Once and for all.” 

Norman began by explaining the first phase of his plan. The first phase had long been in motion. It started with the indiscriminate burning of cattle facilities, then the gathering of information, and continued on to pave the way for all the other phases you didn’t care to hear about.

The first few steps weren't too bad, but the final act in Norman's plan made your skin crawl. You half-wished you hadn’t asked him anything to begin with. Maybe it would have spared your appetite. Your grip on his thin hands loosened and loosened until your hands rested on your lap.

Norman wasn't so little anymore. He had grown up just a bit, but not in the way you wished to see. How could he think of something so cold-hearted and cruel? The extermination of all demons in Neverland was an act of genocide. If you re-called correctly, it was also considered a war crime.

Norman was smarter than that. He understood the consequence he'd have to face if that were the path he walked right? He understood that there were still other options right? Maybe you heard him wrong.

No.

You had to have heard him wrong. Norman wasn't ruthless like that. He was a ball of sunshine that made you smile whenever you were together.

"I see..." You tightly smiled. "So that's your plan on freeing everyone?" Norman nodded with a seriousness that took you back to the time he left everything to you and Ray and Emma. 

You weren't mistaken then. Norman truly meant everything he said.

"Yes, that is my plan. It's been taking me a little longer than expected to set it in motion. I've decided to officially start tomorrow."

Tomorrow? 

Your breath hitched. "Don't you think that's a bit hasty? What if...what if something goes wrong?" Norman smiled. It was hollow and wry and everything that he wasn't. "Don't worry. Fortunately, I've always been pretty good at getting what I want." You didn't return the smile, and you didn't want to say why.

Norman was quick to catch on. But of course he would catch on so quickly, this was Norman. Your Norman.

"Do you have a problem with my plan?" he inquired. You shook your head. "No, it's...it's not that." Yes, it was that. Your plan is dangerous even if it is good, you thought. Innocent lives wouldn't be spared, and that would spell an unfair fate for the demons who ate to survive.

You wanted to tell Norman why his plan was wrong, and why he didn't have to be so unforgiving about it. But then what? Why would he listen when you didn't have any better ideas? He seemed to have his mind set anyway, so no half-baked ideas would make a difference. And besides, he was the smartest person you knew. Maybe that was the only way out of the terrible fate all you cattle children faced.

"If you're okay with my plan," Norman said, "then what's bothering you (Y/n)?"

"It's still a lot for me to take in," you admitted with a plastic smile. "I guess I'm just shocked that you're, well, here." Norman smiled, this time with a genuine warmth. "I understand." He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on your lips. "I'll see you at dinner."

Your cheeks burned. How bold of him. "Y-yeah, I'll see you at dinner." Norman let out a cute little chuckle that made your heart beat a little louder than it was supposed to. You hauled yourself off the floor and made your way to the door. Norman followed.

You flashed him a nervous smile, one that mixed in with your muddled worry and anxiousness. You glanced at his bright eyes. For a moment, they seemed to dim like the setting sun. It reminded you of Mama. When no one looked at her, she didn’t smile. She always looked so sad when she sat by herself, and maybe that was because she was. 

"(Y/n)?"

Your fingers brushed against the doorknob. “Hm?”

"I want nothing more than to protect you and our family. I know you don't fully agree with me," his expression darkened. "But this is the way--the only way we can save everyone without spilling a single drop of blood."

For a moment, you forgot who you were speaking to. This wasn't the same boy you begged to run away with before he got shipped out. This wasn't the same boy who gently tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and sweetly complimented you. This boy--did you truly still know him? Was he still the Norman you grew up with and fell head-over-heels for?

You blinked and that dark look washed itself off his face. He strode up to you and placed a hand on your cheek--just like the day he was supposed to be harvested. Norman’s eyes were soft, softer than any blanket, and his lips pursed into a gentle frown. With his thumb, he wiped a stray tear away. 

Why were you crying?

"Norman..." You couldn’t find the right words. There were none that could explain the suffering you endured in silence. You worried, not only for Norman, but your family and all those other people in the world you didn’t know about. Norman’s plan--oh how stupid it was--had it changed him? Had it forced him to guard his heart to keep a still mind? 

You wondered what he endured while you went on your crazy adventures. At least you had your family, and Yuugo, Lucas, and all your friends. But Norman? He didn’t have anyone but himself. He carried the whole world. Alone. Had he been scared? Worried? Angry that no one came for him? Your heart clenched at the thought. 

"Smile,” Norman said. “It’s okay, I promise. I'm here." He gathered you in his arms and you didn’t have the heart to protest. “How?” you whispered. “How were you able to do all this on your own?” Norman helplessly shrugged. “You could say I have connections, either that or I’m just lucky.”

“What will you do after this is all over?”

Norman went still again, as if he couldn’t answer your question. You heaved in a shaky breath. If Norman wasn’t going to give you a straight answer, then you’d squeeze it out of him. “Did anything else happen to you? I’m sure there’s a catch, isn’t there?” 

It was like someone flipped a switch. One moment, you were a mess of tears, sorrow, and anguish. Now, something menacing laid in your voice. It was almost threatening, as if you were indirectly telling Norman to dare avoid the question. “I don’t want you dying trying to be everything at once,” you said. “Here you’re revered as a god, and if I know you, then it’s plain that you set yourself up like that. Don’t tell me you plan to die on us again.”

He stiffened.

“I know you Norman, don’t forget that. And because I love you, I don’t want to see you destroy yourself. I admit, I don’t know why you act like you’re going to leave again, but I’ll do everything in my power to stop you.” You pulled away and took his hands in yours. A small smile of reassurance made its way up your lips, but Norman didn’t return it. 

No, he couldn’t. And despite all he did, he couldn’t lie straight to your face. Not like this.

Dinner cheered you up. The smiles and laughter that your family shared with Norman made you feel just a little bit better. But how long would it last? And how long would those smiles stay present? All the questions swarming in your mind made you feel sick to your stomach. There was too much to think about, and too little time to answer them.

You forced down the last of your food with a sigh and brought the plate to its respectful place. Everyone was too busy chatting and catching up to notice, but that was fine. It was better that way. 

You made your way to a secluded walkway. It was in one of the calmer areas of the hideout that overlooked the lower levels. It was quiet, save for the distant chatter of Hayato and his friends. He let out a bright laugh that echoed through the vacant walkways. What a shame it would be to hear that disappear.

“So this is where you went.” 

“I told you she’d be here.”

You whipped around in alarm. “Ray, Emma!” 

Ray sharply looked you up and down. He raised a brow and you squirmed under his gaze. He gently bumped shoulders with you. “What’s wrong with you?” 

You absentmindedly shrugged. “Nothing.” 

“That’s what someone who’s not okay would say.” Emma noted. She settled by your side on the railing and flashed a bright smile. “You were so quiet at dinner today.” 

You shook your head. Que another absentminded shrug and plastic smile. “I guess I just wanted to make sure everyone was okay.” 

Ray sighed. “Everyone but you?” He leaned against the railing next to you. “Did you and Norman talk at all?”

You froze. ‘Yes’, was what you wanted to say, but no sound came out. The image of Norman’s matured face, the way his his soft lips hit your own, and his stupidly tall build crossed your mind. 

Emma let out a gasp and slapped a hand over her mouth. “Ah!” she cried. “You’re all red!” You covered your hands with your face, ignoring Ray’s curious stare.

“What did you two talk about in his office anyway? Or should I say, do?” The glint in Ray’s eyes had subtext you didn’t want to recite out loud. “Rayyyyy,” you grumbled, “shut up.” He sent you a teasing grin as Emma frowned in confusion. “I don’t get it.” 

“You’ll understand when you’re older.”

“Yeah, it’s grown up stuff.”

You ignored the warmth spreading to your cheeks and elbowed Ray. “Don’t say it like ‘that’! Now you make it sound like something else!” 

He daringly raised a brow. “Like what?” You ran a hand over your scorching face. It was a miracle you weren’t on fire. “No, no, I’m not answering you!” 

You shared a good laugh and a comfortable silence began to settle, blanketing your shoulders in a lightness that you hadn’t felt in a while. 

Emma softly smiled. “I’m glad we found you.” she admitted. “You looked really sad all by yourself out here.” Ray nodded with a small snort. “Yeah, talk about depressing. But seriously though, did something..?”

Of course these two would see through your façade. Of course they’d understand something was wrong. They were your family, and they didn’t deserve your silence. Your smile shattered. “I don’t know if Norman told you about his plan yet, but it’s...it’s bad. Sure, the demons have done some terrible things to us, but that doesn’t mean all of them are guilty. I want to stop him, but I don’t know how.” 

Emma nodded in agreement. “He told us earlier and I don’t like it either.” she firmly said. “Ray and I talked it over and we have a plan, but it’s risky. Like, really risky. It has to do with the Seven Walls and...” 

You held on to every word Emma and Ray spoke. Risky was your middle name. Well, not actually, but it was something that became your friend. You and your family looked death in the face too many times to count. What would be another?

By the end of it, you were sure this new plan would change Norman’s mind, or at least convince him to give up the whole ‘genocide’ thing. It was decided by Ray that tomorrow, you’d all talk to Norman. Things seemed to be looking up. No, they had to be.

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The halls were empty and you were alone. How was it you got lost in the first place? You made sure to have every twist and turn memorised, so why did you end up in the wrong corridor twice? Ray would surely tease you for getting lost. What an absolute--

You slammed into someone’s chest. A yelp escaped your throat as the person in question lost his footing. He sucked in a sharp breath and went tumbling straight into you. Your back hit the ground as the boy threw out his arms on either side of your head to brace himself. You didn’t need a name to know who you had tumbled into. Light hair, soft eyes, fancy waistcoat and suit. 

“Norman?”

He hovered over you with wide eyes. His lips were inches from yours and he was just so, so close. 

Thump, thump, thump.

Your heartbeat was so gosh dang loud. Could he hear it? Could he see the way your face burned red? 

“Uhm--I--I--uh--” 

Why wasn’t he moving? Why weren’t you moving? Why was it so hard to look him in the eyes? A nervous smile broke out across Norman’s lips. He pushed himself off of you and offered out a hand. You gingerly took it.

“Sorry.” Norman said, helping you to your feet. “I wasn’t looking where I was going. Are you okay?” Your gaze darted from his lips to his dazzling eyes and then to his cheeks dusted in red. Your heart wouldn’t stop slamming against your chest. It kept going, and going until you felt like you were about to burst. 

“Sh-shouldn’t I be asking you that?” you retorted. “I’m not the one who--you know...gets sick all the time.” You weren’t sure why you said it like that, or why that made Norman smile so cutely, but he was smiling. That made your heart flutter. You glanced around the corridor a few times, and somehow, you kept finding focus on his lips. 

What was wrong with you?

Norman caught on fast--like he always did. “Oh I see,” he said with a low chuckle. You swallowed. His voice really did deepen (but you kind of liked it). For a moment, you thought he caught onto your staring, but instead of commenting on it, he intertwined his hand with yours and led you through the winding halls. 

“Don’t tell Ray I got lost.” you muttered. Norman laughed and it was like the sound of happiness itself. “I won’t.” 

The halls all looked the exact same: cream coloured paint, nature-like decorations, and numbered wooden doors. You forgot what number your room was, so that was probably why you got lost. Norman took a sharp left where you recalled should be a right instead. “Wait isn’t it that way?”

“I have something to give you, so we’re going to make a quick detour.” Norman’s cheeks dusted pink and he looked the slightest bit nervous. “What is it you want to show me?” He flashed you a contagious smile. “It’s a surprise.” 

“What kind of surprise?”

“I can’t tell you,” he said with a chuckle, “that’s why it’s called a surprise.”

When you got to his office, you were nervous. Surprises were fun, yes, but in a world where nearly getting eaten by wild demons fell into the category of ‘surprise’, you learned not to like them very much.

Norman closed the door behind you and it softly clicked shut. Okay, you thought. So he was locking the door and making his way over to his desk. Okay, that’s fine. Norman shuffled through a cabinet, that nervous look still on his face. Okay, okay, nothing wrong here. He gently shut the drawer, and as he walked out from behind his desk, you took note of the small little box he fiddled with. 

Okay. Okay. Box. Nervous. Locked door. Did he not want anyone to interrupt whatever he was about to do? 

Norman heaved in a deep breath. A really, really, really deep breath. “(Y/n), I have never met anyone else like you. You’re the strongest person I’ve ever met, and you’re beautiful and kind.” He sunk to one knee and opened the little box. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes!”

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You jolted awake with a start. 

“Sorry,” Norman said. He scribbled a few words down in his notebook. “Did I wake you?” 

Ah, that’s right. After you talked with Emma and Ray, you all met up with Norman and hung out for a bit. But when had you gotten to his office? Much less, fallen asleep? You rubbed your eyes with a shake of your head. Judging by the tired look on Norman’s face, it was way past bedtime.

The heavy cloak around your shoulders offered a welcoming warmth. It smelled like books. It smelled like parchment and ink. It smelled like Norman and it was comforting. 

He glanced up from his notebook and curiously met your gaze. “What are you smiling at?” The dream popped up in your mind and your smile grew. “I had a good dream.” 

“What was it about?” he inquired without looking up.

“You.” 

The scratch of the pencil froze and he met your gaze. “You had a dream about me?” Your cheeks flushed. “Yeah, and you proposed.” Norman’s back went rigid and he turned as red as an apple. “I-I pro--proposed to you?” he stammered. You snickered, a smug smile tugging on your lips. “It was really sweet. And if you’re wondering, I said yes. I was going to kiss you, but then I woke up.” You stood up with a sigh. “It was disappointing, but that’s okay.” 

You let out a small laugh and neatly folded Norman’s cloak. You left it on the couch and made your way across the room. “That’s a nice notebook.” you said. “What’re you writing about?”

Norman stilled and closed the book with a smile. “It’s nothing special.” He put the pencil down ever so quietly and stood. “Do you seek my affections?” he inquired. You settled on the wall. “Don’t you have work to do?” Norman looked down at you. His fringe brushed across his eyelashes, and he loosened his tie. Slowly.

Your heart steadily drummed against your chest. “What are you doing?” The false innocence in your voice caused Norman to chuckle lowly. He caressed your cheek with a feather-light touch. “Well, you did say you were disappointed right? Why don’t I make it up to you?” 

He rested an arm on the wall with a sly smirk. Your lips connected and it made your stomach flip-flop. The kiss was slow, it was sweet. You found yourself pulling him closer, running your hands through his hair and yanking him over. "Norman?" He met your gaze with half-lidded eyes. "Yes (N/n)?"

"Where did you learn how to do that?"

He smirked and it was hot. The fact that he kept his arm braced against the wall didn’t help either. "Why?" he lowly inquired. "Do you like it?" Your breath caught in your throat and you found yourself wanting more. 

Knock, knock!

Norman didn't look too happy about that. He ran a hand over your cheek and gently tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, that half-lidded look of his melting into warmth and love. He made his way to the door, tightening his tie and smoothing out his hair with a quick touch.

"Hello--?" Norman fell short mid-sentence. As soon as your gaze locked with the person on the other side, you understood why. Ray stood in the threshold, just as red-faced as you and Norman, with a sheepish look on his face. “I’ll come back later.” he muttered. 

Oh great. Had he been eavesdropping? You glanced at Norman and he glanced at you, then Ray, and back to you. Ray sucked his teeth and stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Don’t have too much fun.” he said, a smirk twitching onto his lips.

You made your way to the threshold with a groan. “Rayyyy!” 

“Yeah, yeah, don’t worry.” he coolly replied. “Do whatever, I didn’t see anything.”

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Never Such A Blizzard Before

This is real long for a drabble, hope you like it @madygswich

Also I've posted this like 3 times now, it does not want to show in the tags man 😭

Packing for the holidays was not your favourite thing. All of your flatmates had already left for home, and from what you could tell the rest of the dorm had cleared out too. So naturally you did what anyone would do when they thought they were home alone… you turned up your Christmas music as loud as you could and danced around, clearing the rest of your mess from around the communal spaces. You were midway through a tango with the mop when you spotted him watching you from the apartment opposite yours. His nose is scrunched from the giggles you can’t hear through the glass. Heat rises to your cheeks as you quickly abandon your inanimate partner and duck into the safety of your bedroom. Of all moments for Jeon Jungkook to notice your existence, it had to be this one.

Jungkook was fairly well known around your dorm as the quiet cutie. Everyone wanted to talk to him, but he tended to stick to a fairly small friendship circle, much to all of the girls’ dismay. He was stunning. And there he was laughing at you.

You go to the turn your speaker down when it cuts out of its own accord. Frowning, you attempt to get it working again, but its no use. Then you notice the lamp on your desk had also gone out. Before you get a chance to test any of your other appliances, there’s a knock at the door. An equally puzzled looking Jungkook is now at your door. You open it for him to come in.

“Sorry to intrude on your… dance class? But nothing in my apartments working and you are the only other person I know is still here.” He states

“Yeah, my stereo and lights have all gone out too.” His brow furrows.

“Right okay, I’ll call the accommodation office. Hopefully, someone will still be there, and we can get this sorted soon.” Jungkook takes out his mobile and you take the chance to look at him up close. His new undercut does wonders for his jawline, the soft curl just adding to the effect. His lose-fitted black jumper and black skinny jeans suit him well, a signature style you’ve noticed. Despite his good looks Jungkook didn’t seem to like bringing too much attention to himself. Unfortunately, by concealing himself it just left more people wondering what was underneath. You are brought out of your thoughts when he scoffs at his phone before putting it back in his pocket.

“What did they say?” You ask trying not to stare any longer.

“Powers out.” You roll your eyes at the blunt answer.

“Did they say how long?”

“Nope.” He says popping the p. “They didn’t seem to give a shit to be honest, looks like we are just going to have to keep ourselves entertained until it hopefully comes back on its own.” He shrugs and starts looking around your apartment. “I’m Jungkook by the way, your Y/N right?” he sits himself down at your kitchen table, swinging his legs on to the chair next to him.

“Um, yeah Y/N… Aren’t you supposed to be going home for Christmas?” you moved to feel the kettle and are relieved to find it’s still warm. “Drink?” you try to avoid his gaze as his eyes follow you around the room.

“I’ll take tea if you have it… but, yeah I’m going home but not for two days. My family aren’t even home right now so there wouldn’t be a point. Why are you still here?” it really feels like his eyes are going to bore a hole in the back of your head as you busy yourself.

“My family all work running up to the holidays, if I went home, I’d just be alone for the next week, at least this way I get to be alone without my mom yelling at me to wake up as she leaves in the morning.” You shrug and try not to dwell on it any longer. Placing the tea in front of Jungkook, you take a seat opposite him before taking a sip of your own drink. You savour the warmth in silence for a little while. Every so often one of you will catch the other looking, he starts pulling silly faces when you catch him, making you giggle in return. Eventually you find your way into an easy conversation, you tell him about your course. He listens like he actually cares about the mundane inner workings of your course work. You return the favour, asking intricate question about his film course, the only difference being you find his genuinely interesting.

“You got a pack of cards, and some torches?” He asks, sitting up right.

“We’re at university… of course I have a deck of cards, as long as you don’t mind the beer stains that is and I think there is a big torch in the place” You point to a cupboard by the door and he fetches them back.

“If we can’t use anything electronic, we might as well do some good old fashion gambling” there’s a mischievous glint in his eye as he shuffles the deck. “How about strip poker?” the look on your face must’ve been quite the picture as he starts laughing immediately. “Okay… how about alcohol? We can bet sips and shots, that’ll help warm us up too.” You nod and leave the room.

You return with a bottle of vodka, lemonade, and two red solo cups. You watch as he pours a dangerous amount of liquor into both cups followed by about a thimble of mixer. For someone who kept to himself so much, he sure was eager to get drunk with a stranger. You snatch the lemonade from his grasp and pour more into your cup. You start with blackjack, a civil game, 1 or 2 sips bet at most. You can’t help but giggle at the face he pulls trying to swallow his almost straight vodka. You then switch to schlumpf, a game with six rounds: the first four involve guessing the next card in the deck, the fifth is trying to get rid of those cards, the sixth involves only the person with the most cards - they must face the pyramid (climb up four layers of cards without turning a face card).

You find yourself fairly tipsy after a few rounds. Fairly tipsy and extremely cold…

“Hey, did we check if the heating worked?” Jungkook seems surprised by your question.

“No… we really should’ve huh?” the boiler is hidden in a cupboard in hallway, you rush from the room to check.

“Nothing” you sigh “Heating’s broken.” You call behind you, just to find Jungkook had come with you. You nearly smack straight into him as you turn back towards the kitchen. Your lips a hairbreadths away from his, tension building between the two of you. He glances at your lips and then back at your eyes, asking for permission, but you’ve already lost focus. Something catches your eye out of the large window and the end of your hallway.

“OH MY GOD!” you pull back from him a rush to look outside. He lets a frustrated breath out through his nose before following you to see what was going on. “It’s snowing!” he watches you as you watch the snow, admiring the adorable grin that has taken over your face. He takes in the way your eyes sparkle with the light from the streetlamps reflected in them.

“Wait what time is it?” he asks, suddenly aware of how dark it’s gotten outside. You hadn’t noticed the world dimming around your games. You glance at your watch and your eyes go wide.

“3am…” you look up at him and notice how close he is again. Stood directly behind you, if you took half a step back, you’d be in his arms. “Did you want to stay here… I mean it would be warmer if we stayed together… I mean if you want…” you stutter through stupid excuse to try to get him to stay the night.

“Yeah, you know what that seems like a great idea, sharing body heat or whatever.” His nose scrunches in the cutest way possible and he wraps an arm around your waist. “Anything to stay warm.” He whispers into your ear making you shiver. His embrace is gone as quickly as it was there. “Do you have enough blankets? Or do you want me to fetch mine? We could make a little fort to protect us.” There’s no way you’re turning down that offer. You settle in your bedroom and give him the torch and your door keys so he can go in search of more bedding. You sit there wrapped in your duvet a staring out the window and the settling snow until he comes back with more pillows than anyone should ever own in hand. He has also switch into a plain white t and grey sweats, a look classic enough to make anyone hot under the collar. You try not to focus too much on his pj’s focus the torchlight on your building site instead.

By the time you’re finished with construction, you are exhausted. You don’t really think about it as you cuddle into Jungkook amongst your mountain of pillows and blankets. All you know is you are cosier than you have ever been.

When morning arrives, you are all to aware of who you are snuggled up with, even more aware of his morning wood poking into your back. You wriggle a little, trying not to wake him, but he just sleepily pulls you back into him. You resign yourself to your fate and instead revel in the warmth his body provides.

“Good morning” he mumbles sleepily kissing your hair before realising where he is and who you are. “Oh um… sorry… that was weird.” He then swivels his hips as he realises what position you are in. He doesn’t, however, release you from his embrace. “Apparently I just can’t help myself around a pretty girl.” You feel the deep blush that creeps up your cheeks and try to hide it in his chest.

“It s’okay.” You mumble into him. He chuckles at your reaction and strokes at your hair.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah.”

“Look at me?” you pull your head back from your hiding spot and tilt your chin upwards, only to have your lips met with his. Slightly stale from sleep, but somehow still amazing. It doesn’t help the shyness you had been feeling, and it definitely doesn’t help the situation going on his sweats. He pulls away all too soon for you. “So… was that okay?”

“Yeah… yeah that was okay.” You’re a little breathless as you answer.

“Cool… so I’m going to go brush my teeth but, do you want to continue this when I come back? Or I can just not come back… completely up to you… although I do think it’s going to be really cold again today, and it did seem to work better with two people for heat and…” you cut off his nervous babble with another quick kiss before peeling back the covers and letting the cold air in.

“Continuing sounds great, but you better hurry because you’re going to get cold real quick, and if you think I’m going to let you back in here with cold hands, you’re dreaming.” You tease, gaining confidence in his sudden lack. His bunny smile shows as he leaps out of bed, practically running from your apartment to his. While he is gone you brush your own teeth and find your condoms (it’s been a while). You peel back the curtains a little and are shocked to find the snow still going strong. At least two foot covers sparkles on the floor as the blizzard continues.

You scramble back under the covers when you hear footsteps approaching. He flings back the duvet making you squeal as he straddles you and places cold hands under your shirt.

“What did I say about cold hand!” you cry as he warms them on your stomach.

“You said you wouldn’t let me back in… but I’m not in, I removed the blanket completely. Although I am now seeing the floor in that plan” he drags the duvet back over your bodies.

“It’s all well and good putting the blanket back now, but I’m already cold.” You pout.

“Oh… let me help you with that.” He dips down so his body covers yours completely. He kisses you deeply, much more passionately now that he is minty fresh. He waits until you can’t breathe properly and then moves on to trailing his lips along your chin and down your throat. “Willing to get a little colder to get a lot hotter?” he asks signalling to the hem of your shirt. You bite your lip and nod. “God your hot.” He bends to kiss you once more before doing away with the unwanted fabric. His hot tongue circles one of your nipples, playing with it until its stiff. When he’s satisfied, he moves to the other side doing the same while one of his hands plays with the abandoned peak.

You moan as he bites sensitive skin. He doesn’t leave you long to revel in the pleasure. His fingers dip into your waistband a tug. You lift your hips and allow him to shimmy your pants low enough to play with your core. His left-hand pinches at your clit as his mouth returns to yours, swallowing the desperate whines that tumble form your lips as he teases two fingers at your entrance.

“Tell me how much you want me babygirl.” You arch into his hand at the pet name.

“So…o mu...ch” you pant, not able to manage more. But it’s enough for Jungkook as he pushes both fingers into you. The stretch burns so nicely as he scissors and thrusts into you. It’s difficult to focus on him as he shuffles down your bed for his mouth to join his hand.

“Look at me Y/N” his voice is low and commanding. You use everything in you to meet his eyes as his lips wrap around your clit and suck. The sensation makes you squeal. His response is to go harder. The heat in the pit of your stomach grows until you feel like you might explode. Your orgasm overtakes you, coating his fingers and chin as he continues his endeavours. You ride his fingers until you come down, gasping hard from the release.

“Can you take me?” you meet his eyes and find nothing but lust within the deep brown. You nod enthusiastically, reaching for the condom you prepared. He chuckles as he slides his own pants down. He rips the small blue packet open and slides it easily on to his hard length. You kick your pants the rest of the way down your legs while he sorts himself out, freeing up your movement. Unable to hold back any longer, you wrap your arms around his neck and drag him back down to meet you. Your lips lock together, tongues exploring one another, you can still taste yourself on him. It takes you by surprise when he enters you.

You let a low whine as he gets thicker the further in he pushes. Your nails claw into his back at the small “fuck” that leaves his mouth when he’s all the way in. You wriggle your hips under him, desperate for friction and he groans.

“You keep doing that and this isn’t gonna last long.” He bites down hard on his lip and tries to focus on controlling his thrusts. Each smack of skin is accompanied by a grunt, the speed dizzying as you feel your high approaching for a second time.

“Jungkoo..” you whine as you clench around him, just to be left empty as he pulls out of you. You pout at the loss, sad as your high disappears.

“Turn over baby girl.” He helps you flip and presses back into you with little warning. The new angle feels amazing. Never having felt so full. He pulls almost all the way out of you before pushing hard all the back in, hitting every nerve you have on the way. He supports your quivering form with his strong arms. You’re not sure when he abandoned his shirt, but you are pulled back against his sweaty chest. Your high builds back up so fast you nearly get whiplash. This one even more intense than the last. He drops your spent body back on to the mattress and grabs onto your bum for purchase as he goes harder than ever chasing his own high.

It doesn’t take long for him to cum, buried deep inside of you. It takes him a moment to recover, resting his hands on your back before pulling out and tying the end of the condom.

“I almost don’t want the heating to get fixed if this is going to stay an option.” He says collapsing next to you and recovering you both with the blankets.

“I’m sure we could do this again even if the heating comes back on you know…”

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101 Ways To Kill Bucky Barnes

Bullets

     "Natasha, as I live and breathe, how you doing girl?" Fernando asked, casually standing up and running his hand through his hair. He was trying to play it cool but she could still hear his voice waver ever so slightly.

     "I'm doing pretty well, still dealing in illegal activities I see." She countered back as she stepped further into the room, looking around. Nothing stood out, nothing called to her that he was in fact still dealing in underground activities. But she figured she would test him.

    "What?!" He exclaimed, crossing his arms in front of himself. "Girl, everything in my inventory is one hundred percent legit. I went clean six years ago."

     "So tell me about the car with crumpled out hood." She asked, walking over and leaning against a desk that was covered in auto parts.

    "What about it? A girl brought it after wrecking it, gave her loaner till I can fix it back up." He replied coolly.

     "Except the car next to it was listed as stolen six weeks ago." She countered, raising her eye brow at him.

      "What? No way." He shook his head. "Bought it seven weeks ago and stripping it for parts."

      "So tell me about y/n." She kept her voice casual, gauging his face carefully. Up until now his face had been relaxed and reacted accordingly to each question. And there it was, the twitch in his lip, the one he could never hide. His eyes shifted ever so slightly and his body tended up.

     "Don't know her." He replied with the shrug of his shoulder, it was a ridged shrug.

     "Don't play that game, I know you better then you know yourself." She retorted. "You and I go a long way back, Fernando aka Philip, so let's cut through the bullshit. I know when you're lying."

     "What about y/n, I've known her for years. I don't get involved with whatever she does, and I don't want to." He replied with sigh, defeatly he sat back down in his chair. He hung his head looking at the floor, he knew this was either going to a short painful interrogation or a long one, either way, Natasha wouldn’t stop till she was done.

     "So, What does she do exactly?"

———

     "Do you enjoy following people?" You asked casually as you rounded the street towards the super market. The two of you had been walking side by side for close to an hour now, Clint gave up the walking, stalking, from behind after you gave him the coffee.

     "No, not really. Especially people who are boring, no offense or anything." Clint replied taking another sip of the coffee you had given him.

     "I mean, I won't take offense to it, considering I generally don't have people shooting at me like you guys do." You countered, spinning to face him and coming to stop rather suddenly.

     You barely heard it, the soft thump in the wall next to you. The slightly cloud of dust that the mortar between the bricks made. Your eyes widened as did Clint's, he grasped ahold of your arm and pulled you back behind him as another soft thump hit the wall right where you had been standing. He pulled you into a nearby building, looking out the door before looking back you.

     "I'm sorry, you were saying what again?" Clint asked, he looked back out the window before pushing you further into the office building.

     People stopped what they had been doing as Clint pushed you ahead of him, phone already out pressed against his ear. You weren't sure who he was talking to but you instantly knew that you had to figure out a good cover for this. It's not like everyday people went around and got shot at, strike that, a sniper shot at you.

    "Gotta ask, why are there people shooting at you?" Clint asked after putting his phone away and making you both snake your way back of the building. You looked back him and saw he had drawn a hand gun out and would check behind him every now and then. It would be easy to bolt and get away, considering he was asked to tail you.

     On the other hand somebody was actively trying to kill you and you didn't have a weapon on you.

     "Earth y/n," Clint spoke up as you both reached the door that lead to the back exit. "Why is some trying to kill you? Cause those weren't aimed at me."

     "I.. I owe some people some money." You stuttered, your mind going through a million different scenarios, none of which helping the matter.

    "Okay, how much do you owe and who?" Clint asked as he hurriedly walked along the side of the building to look around the edge.

     "A couple grand, I don't know. I took a loan out from a guy." You responded shaking your head.

     "From a guy? Does this guy have a name or where you found him?" Clint snapped looking back at you, you took a deep breath.

     "One of the girls from the coffee shop told me she knew where I could get a loan, no questions asked." You told him, amping up the sound of your voice.

     A black car pulled up quick and stopped even faster, the door swung open. Clint grasped a hold of your arm and pulled with you him into the vehicle. The door hadn't even shut and it was racing down the street.

      "So this loan shark was a friend of your coworkers and he still doesn't have a name." Clint stated roughly, raising his eyebrow at you.

      "I didn't ask for his name, okay? I needed money." You cried out, leaning forward you put your head in your hands. Fuck, they had come after you. You were sure they would of given you more one day after sending their threat, you were so wrong. Almost dead wrong.

    And now you were in a car with a man someone had sent to tail you to figure out if you were legit or not. Odds are heading back to Stark tower where Bucky no doubt was. You knew that shit was hitting the fan but in this case it hit multiple fans and was sent every which way.

    

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Go Mets!

A/N: This is my submission for the wonderful @mf-despair-queen‘s 2019 Dylan O’Brien Baseball Week.  This is my first ever Dylan fic, as well as my first ever reader insert (ish) fic, so keep that in mind hahahaha I hope you enjoy it!

 Also! DISCLAIMER: I write this purely for fun, I don’t get paid or anything like that, I’m just borrowing our favorite Mets fan for a bit of  good natured fun...

Warnings: light swearing, because it wouldnt be a riseandshinelittleblossom fic without it. :D

Shout out to my wonderful friend @ao719 for indulging me and pre-reading this for me..girl your rock!

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    Dylan held out his arm, staggering backwards a bit as he caught the baseball in his well-worn mitt.

    “Hey, nice one Maggie!” He chuckled.

    The six year old across the yard beamed at him and he couldn't help but feel his heart melt seeing her snaggletooth grin.

     He was so proud of how much she had progressed since he first started bringing her out back to play catch two years ago.

     His friends had all warned him to steer clear of getting into a relationship with you because dating a single mother also meant “you have to play Dad,” but that had never worried him in the least. Maggie was a good kid, really smart, and she shared Dylan's passion for baseball and the Mets. These days he couldn't imagine a better way to spend his time off between filming than to be in the backyard helping her practice for her little league games.

   She flipped her long, chocolate- colored plait over her shoulder and resumed her batting stance.

   “Okay, Dyl. Let's have another one. And don't go easy on me this time.” She sassed.

   “Go easy on you? I would never..” he feigned innocence, grasping the ball firmly and grinding into the mitt a few times.

   Maggie rolled her eyes, the bat falling to her side.

   “I'm serious, O'Brien. You think the girls on the Grizzlies are gonna go easy on me this weekend? Not a chance! They're out for blood after we wiped the floor with them last season.”

   “Out for blood, huh? Okay, well pick up the bat and I promise I won't hold back then, Princess.”

    She resumed her stance and Dylan shook his head.

    “Here,” he began crossing the yard in a few strides to stand behind her. He widened her grip on the bat and helped her crouch a bit lower. “Gotta widen that stance, baby girl. Otherwise the first speed ball's gonna knock you right off of home plate.”

      He returned to the makeshift pitcher's mound that he and Maggie had made with a pile of her kinetic sand. It was a project that you had been none too happy about.

      He stomped his feet a few times before releasing a steady pitch.

      With a loud crack, the young girl sent the ball sailing away from her. Dylan hit a backwards run in an attempt to catch it, but it soared over the fence anyway.

   You watched from the open kitchen window as your boyfriend raced across the yard and hefted the small girl onto his shoulder.

   “And the Mag-ster rounds first! She's off to second! Oh my God, she's flying past third! Aaaand she makes it all the way home!” He shouted as he ran a circle in the yard and Maggie cheered, her small fists pumping into the air as Dylan mimicked the sound of a crowd roaring. He placed the child on the ground and you couldn't help but chuckle.

    You and Dylan had been going steady for two years now, but it always made you smile to watch him with Maggie. He was the best daddy to her that he never had to be and it made you love him even more.

      You thought back to the day that he first entered you and Maggie's lives as you finished washing up the mountain of dishes in the sink.

***********”**

     You adjusted the settings outside of the batting booth before crouching in front of your preschooler.

    “You sure you want to do the batting cages? We could go for another round of skee ball instead.” You suggested as the little girl before you adjusted her baseball helmet and shook her head. The child-sized aluminum bat in her hand still looked humongous and you bit your lip, wondering why you'd agreed to let her go in there and let a machine lob baseballs at her.

    “I wanna baseball! I'm tired of just tee ball! It's time to break into the big girl game, because one day I'm gonna play for the New York Mets.” She told you matter-of-factly as she stepped into the cage.

   You blamed the babysitter. She was a sweet woman that kept Maggie for next to nothing and she had two boys of her own that were only a little older for your daughter to play with.

   The sitter's oldest son, Jacob, was nine and he played little league, which meant he and his brother often tried to get Maggie to play catch with them outside. Jacob was Maggie's hero and a die-hard New York Mets fan. All the time she spent with Jacob had ignited a fire within your near five year old. It had started with endless tee ball games in the local junior league and now...batting cages at the family fun arena.

   You wrung your hands nervously as the first pitch shot out. You'd set the machine on the lowest setting but it still felt like the ball was the Roadrunner, jetting away from Wile E. Coyote as it hurdled towards your small child. Certainly anyone watching must have thought you were insane to let her in there.

   Maggie held her own, swinging confidently even though the ball barely glanced the end of her bat. The metallic ting caused her to giggle wildly.

   “I hit it!” She shouted.

   “Hey, good job!” a male voice came from behind.

   You whipped your head to see a tall slender man wearing khaki pants and, coincidentally, a Mets jersey. Your eyes scanned over him, your bottom lip tucking itself involuntarily between your teeth.

   He twisted his baseball cap, leaving the bill sticking out behind him and tucked his folded sunglasses into his shirt. He gave you a polite smile and nod, the fluorescent lights overhead catching his honey colored eyes just enough to make them sparkle.

   Your heart all but stopped as you smiled back and quickly averted your gaze, embarrassed that he'd no doubt noticed you checking him out.

    “Thank you. She lives for this stuff.” You said shyly.

     TING

   “I hit it again!” Maggie squealed in delight, turning to face you. “Who's he?”

   She scrunched her face up as she stepped out of the cage.

  “Oh I was just waiting my turn is all. I'm going to use the cage when you're finished. Nice form in there,though. If you'd like, maybe I could give you some pointers.” The man said.

     “You would?!” She squawked.

    You were taken aback by the way he peered directly into Maggie's eyes when he talked to her. Not many people were so attentive when they spoke, especially to children. It made your knees feel weak as he trained his eyes on you in the same fashion.

   “I'm Dylan.” He offered, extending a hand.

************

    Your attention was pulled back to the present as you heard Maggie's sassy, near whiny voice through the window.

   “I am NOT a baby anymore, Dylan. I'm getting bigger everyday, you know.” She scoffed.

   He nodded. “Unfortunately.”

   You stepped onto your tiptoes to get a better view of the two loves of your life, straining to hear their conversation. They were seated on the patio now, Dylan helping Maggie oil her own glove as well as his own.

    “Mommy says that if I want to keep playing I have to take good care of my equipment. She said only responsible players get into the big leagues, so I have been trying to oil my mitt like you showed me, but sometimes it's hard.” The girl huffed as her mentor lifted his large hands-the ones that plagued your every day dream- and placed them over hers, patiently guiding her movements.

   “You want to make sure you get into every groove, Princess. Every crevice. See? You've got it. I'm so glad to hear you've been listening to Mom while I've out of town, though.”

     You let out a sigh, a warm feeling spreading from your chest throughout your body, a small chuckle escaping you. How did you ever get lucky enough to find him?

    “Dylan, can I ask you a question?” Maggie piped up.

     “Anything, squirt. What's on your mind?”

    “Why were you and Mommy yelling at each other last night?”

     Dylan's eyes went wide as he turned his gaze to his own mitt.

    “Wha..wuddaya mean? We weren't-”

     “Come on, O'Brien. I'm not deaf. You were saying, ‘Oh, Y/N,’ and Mommy kept screaming 'Dylan, oh my God’. Were you guys fighting?”

    You tried to stifle a laugh, your hand flying over you lips as you remembered the absolutely mind blowing events from the night before. The ones your daughter had apparently overheard. You could barely see your boyfriend's cheeks turning bright red right about now and you would have paid good damned money to get a view of that up close.

    “Uh, no. We weren't...we weren't fighting, Princess.” Dylan tried to be vague and he cleared his throat. You knew he was silently hoping that his answer had been enough to end the conversation, but you also knew Maggie better than that.

   “Oh. Well then what were you doing?”

    Dylan turned to wipe off his hands, holding the towel out for Maggie to do the same.

    “We were...we were talking in our sleep.”

    “I heard banging, Dyl.”

     The dark haired man gulped audibly, one hand rubbing over the days old stubble of his chin.

    “Uh...that? Oh we were… okay listen. You know I love your Mommy, right Princess?”

    Maggie nodded, “Yep! And she loves you.”

    “That's right. So we love each other. Sometimes, uh...when a boy loves a girl...ya know...they...dance...together?”

      You cackled softly listening to Dylan not even buying his own bullshit.

   “Oh. But I can dance without banging, see?”

   Maggie hopped from her seat and swept into a graceful ballerina twirl, her hands above her head.

    “Well that's because you're a beautiful baseball-playing ballerina, and as such you're very graceful. Mommy and I...well, we're sort of clumsy.”

   The child laughed. “So you mean you guys fall down a lot?”

   “Exactly.”

    “So that's why you were yelling right? You just kept knocking each other down?” the six year old cocked a skeptical eyebrow and Dylan nodded.

    “You're gonna have to do better than that, Dyllie. I'm not buying it.”

     Your boyfriend let out an exasperated sigh. “Okay how's this? We were dancing together because we love each other and we're clumsy so we kept falling down, but then he had...um bruises..?” He stopped short, clearly at a loss.

   “The truth, please. I was born at night but not last night, ya know?” Maggie sassed with an eye roll.

   “Okay the truth is... The truth is that I love your Mom and she loves me and sometimes when you love someone so much you just...you want to show them. There are things that you will learn about when you're older that help grown ups show each other how much they love their boyfriend or their girlfriend. And so..that's what we were doing. But those things are for grown ups only. I mean...grown ups that love each other and want to get married someday...not just any old boyfriend and girlfriend…”

     Your heart stopped at the thought. You and Dylan had been together for a long time, but somehow you'd never talked about marriage before.

    Maggie stared at him, one eyebrow cocked, her face scrunched in thought.

    “Do you..? You understand anything I just said?” He asked nervously.

    “Uuuuhhhh…..go Mets?” Maggie replied still obviously confused.

    Dylan laughed loudly as he ruffled her hair. “That's my girl!”

    “I don't even wanna know anymore,” she shook her head. “As long as you promise you and Mommy aren't breaking up.”

    Dylan wrapped his arms around her shoulders pulling her into a tight hug.

   “No way, Princess. You two aren't going to get rid of me that easily.”

     “Hey, Mommy!” Maggie beamed as you appeared in the sliding glass doorway.

      “Hey, kiddo. Why don't you take your gear upstairs for me? Dylan and I need to talk.”

      She complied with your request, gathering her belongings and tossing them into her athletic bag before hefting it inside.

     You grinned widely at Dylan as your daughter disappeared up the stairs. He exhaled audibly, silently mouthing “thank you,” as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck.

       He ambled across the patio, wrapping his long arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly close.

   “I know you were listening, you evil woman. Way to leave me hanging.”  Dylan muttered, his lips brushing yours as he spoke. His whiskey eyes were locked on yours, making your knees suddenly feel weak.

   “I dunno, you seemed to be handling things pretty well on your own.”  You smugly replied.

    “Yeah? You think so? I'd love to show you a few other things I can handle pretty well.” he pressed his lips to yours and you giggled into the caress.

    “You mean like...Go Mets?”

    He scoffed, giving you his near award-winning, lopsided smile.

    “You're damn right, go Mets.”

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[shield-agent78]

Linguistics: Chapter 2

 Sparing Day

Summary: Ema is a linguists specialist who works at the newest SHIELD facility in upstate New York. She has been through a lot of hard times. Soon she meets a super soldier with a metal arm that she can't get enough of and the feeling is very mutual.

Paring: Bucky X OC (Ema)

Warnings: language and fluff

Rating: PG-13

A/N: Please tag and re-blog so I can share my work with others. I appreciate any comments. 

(Present Day)

The morning sunlight flooded into the windows of my two-story apartment. Washing the night away with its' warmth and glow. It found me once again, on my living room couch. It was nothing new for me to experience a broken sleep pattern. Just like many nights, I had returned home wanting more in the pit of my stomach. But not knowing what this want was, it gave me a sense of anxiousness that often caused nightmares.

I woke to the sound of my own scream echoing through the room. In my dream I had relieved my past, the one consumed with a H.Y.D.R.A agent that I had barely known, being killed in an explosion and then appearing in front of me, standing in my small office in the compound. Blood dripping from the ceiling. Try to get a grip Ema, I told myself as I began to slowly control my breathing. Suddenly, I heard a knock at my door. "Ugh, one moment," I called out as I pulled myself up and off of the couch. Girl you know you probably look like shit after that dream. Why do you keep having them anyway. . . I looked out the peephole only to discover Steve, damp from his morning run. His white tee shirt hung on him perfectly and he wore a pair of gray sweatpants. Over the three years I had been here, Steve had become the older brother I never had. I unlocked the door and moved to my kitchen to pour two cups of coffee. 

"Ema," I heard him call out his voice full of concern.  "I'm coming in."

"I figured you were, so come on."  He entered I handed him one of the mugs and gave him a sleepy smile. I sat down on the bar stool and he sat across from me.

"Another rough night, Ema?" His blue eyes flashed concern as he sat down at my bar and began to drink his coffee.

"You can say that. Just another stupid nightmare. It's your fault.” I have them since you told me I had to start training with you all.  I smirked at him as I sipped my coffee. He huffed and gave me his Cap glare.

 "You know I'm putting you in advance training agent because we need you out on the field soon so you got to learn the basic fighting skills."

"Basic? You must mean the kick ass and take name skills.”

“Hell yes.”

“Ok, yes I know, Cap." I said in my best southern accent as I rolled my eyes at him. Steve let out a hardy laugh.

"You know that southern charm of yours isn't going to work on me."

"Well you know you can take the girl out of the south but not the south out of the girl," I said interrupting with a giggle.

"You're not getting out of sparing day. So be there 8:30 don't be late Jones," he smirked as he finished his coffee, placing the mug in the sink and walking out the door locking it behind him.

I looked at the clock. Dammit! It was already 7:30. I quickly ate breakfast, before going into my bedroom to change. As I got dressed in my tank and shorts I came to the realization that the only ones today are going to be Natasha, Steve, Bucky and myself. "Ugh," I groaned. Steve and Natasha know I have a  major crush on one Mr. Bucky Barnes. How long has this flirting game been going on between the two of us now? A year or so.  I looked at myself in the mirror pulling up my shoulder-length brown hair into a high ponytail. Maybe Steve will have mercy on me and pair me with him today, but not likely. I grabbed my keys and gym bag off the counter and headed out to my car to make my daily drive the compound.

I scanned my ID badge as I walked into the compound's gym. Weights, punching bags, sparring mats, and kickboxing dummies lined the gym area. I picked up a towel and water as I scanned the room trying to find Natasha. As usual, she was in the middle of kickboxing. I walked over to her and placed my blue duffel on the bench beside her.

"Good morning Ema. How are you?" she asked as she continued her brutal attack on the dummy. I leaned against a boxing bag with my arms crossed beside her.

"Oh, just fine. But I just hate sparing day." I gripped letting out a small huff. "I know that Cap says I need to learn advanced fighting skills but, I also know who you and he are going to pair me with." Please pair me with him. No don’t I mean yes do. UGH!

Natasha stopped and looked at me with a slight smile, her hands resting on her hips. "I've seen the way you both look at each other. You both like each other. I just wish one of you would make a move already. In fact, it’s starting to get old."

"I know. I mean yes he is handsome," I giggled "but he is never going to ask me out so just drop it please." I pleaded.

"What are you waiting for? Superman? You need to take a chance here Ema. Time to let go of the past." Fine, I know. 

As we talked Steve and Bucky came into the gym placing their bags down close to the exit. Bucky wore a black a line shirt that shown his muscles beautifully and a pair of gray sweatpants that hug slightly below his hips. My mouth became dry as I bit my lip googling him. The room felt like it had become at least twenty degrees hotter.  I pulled on my tank a little trying to get some air.

"You ok?" Natasha questioned me with an eyebrow raised.

"Oh yes," I said trying to get my composer, "I ugh, just think the temp of the room just went up. Is it hot in here to you?" 

Natasha looked at me and laughed. "That is it, I am going to find a way to set you two up, especially since you are overheating and he hasn't been able to take his eyes off you since he has come in." I picked over my shoulder. She was right, Bucky was staring at me with a slight smile talking to Steve. I felt my facing getting red.

"Come on. Warm up." Natasha pulled me along to the sparing mat for our daily warm-up routine.

(1 Hour Later)

I found myself flat on my back again. "Your getting distracted," She teased as her green eyes fixed upon me. "Focus!"

" I'm not distracted," I hissed.

"Sure that's why I've been able to put you your ass on this mat for the last three rounds straight." Down again I went with a thud. "Now four." She laughed. I looked over to the right to see two Greek gods sparing about 75 feet away from us. Hince the distraction.

"No just ugh I'm just taken in the view." She laughed loudly causing Bucky to look my direction, his eyes now fixed upon me. Apparently that all it took for his match to be over because he landed with a thud with his back against the mat. Look away now. Look.  Away.  Now. My eyes were still glued on him. I just got caught checking him out. Oh god, help me.

"Would one of you just make a move already!." Nat said a little too loud for me as she helped me up off the mat.

"I have no idea what you mean," I mumbled as I bit at my fingernails.

"You're not a good lair Ema." I gave her a dirty look. Nat just smiled and began laughing at me.

"Don't worry you know he is a gentleman." 

"I'm so glad you find this amusing." 

"Settle a bet would ya. Which one of us are you staring at?" I heard his voice boom over the radio toward us. Oh lord help me. 

"Why would she stare at either one of your two losers?" Natasha yelled back teasing them.

"Smug aren't ya," I said loud enough for Bucky to hear. He just shook his head giving a chuckle.

"I'm going to the whatever is next and then maybe to shoot myself," I giggled. Now he had to be giggling. I don't giggle!

"You'll thank me for this later,” she said as she walked toward Bucky.

Oh no, no NAT!  I should have seen that coming. Before I could get the words out I heard Natasha talking with Bucky in Rusian, of course, one of the languages I was not fluent in.

"Ты перестанешь пялиться на нее и просто пригласишь ее уже?" (Would you stop gawking at her and just ask her out already?) She said quietly motioning to me with her head as she spoke.

"Откуда ты знаешь, что она пойдет?" (How do you know she would go?) He responded quietly.

"Поверь мне, она будет." (Trust me, she will.) 

"Хорошо, возможно я буду."  (Okay, maybe I will.) Bucky stated with a lopsided smile.

Natasha turned back to me and gave me a smile. "Problem solved," she said with a wink and walked over to Steve.

"Ok, so here is the pair up for today's practice," Steve said as he began wrapping his hands with boxing tape, "Nat and I need to work on advanced karate techniques for the next mission. Buck, you're with Ema. She needs to begin her advanced training."

Bucky gave a slight smile and began walking up to me not taking his eyes off of mine. My throat became immediately dry. I backed up stepping on the sparring mat behind me. "Um, so what did she tell you?" Maybe I could get him talking that way I can catch him off guard.

"You know, I would enjoy answering all your questions but now is not the time Doll," he teased. Bucky's eyes were now on my legs with a mischievous grin.

"Hey Barns, I'm up here" as I pointed to my face. I knew he was going to sweep my legs out from under me. He just gave me a slow chuckle.

"Do you really think you're going to win, Ema?" He questioned his blue eyes shining. No not really.

"No, but I was just hoping that my southern charm would help me out." I said as I tried to kick his legs out from underneath him. I failed miserably. Great. Come on you know this Jones.  With one firm kick, I felt the mat on my back as I was being held down across my waist with a cold metal arm with one Bucky close to my face.

"Let me up you big ox!" I teased with a slight smile trying to nudge him off of me.

"Big ox? That's a new one on me Doll." He laughed getting up and then offering his hand to help me up. "You are a tease," he mumbled under his breath.

I just shook my head and smiled. "And you're a flirt," I said looking up at him through my eyelashes. Another chuckled echoed through Bucky's chest. He stepped back and got into a ready stance. 

"Come on, try it again.”

We worked together for several hours. By the time it was over, I was out of breath and wishing he would ask me out. We sat down together on the bench by the door getting our breaths sipping on water. Maybe I should just ask him out to a movie. I mean we have gone together as friends. Yep, we are good friends. Breath.

"So, Ema I was wondering if you would like to get dinner sometime?" Bucky said a little shyly. Did he really just asked me out. "Tomorrow night," he continued. "Would seven be ok?"

"Sure. I would really like that. Call me or text me with the details." Bucky squeezed my hand. I think I felt electricity go through me. I got up to leave but turned around. "Hey Sergent, be on time. I’ve been kept waiting long enough." Oh damn. He looked at me and gave me a gin.

I walked out the gym door as I heard him quietly say "Yes!"

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Tagging Game

tagged by @sdewan6 (thank youuuuuuu:))

Rules: answer 21 questions and then tag 21 people who you want to get to know better. (bold of you to assume i know 21 people)

Nicknames: Luce, Loops, Loopy, Lucifer, Satan (i’m not evil, my name just means the same as Lucifer sooooo ye)

Zodiac: Capricorn

Height: 5′ 10″

Last movie I saw: I can’t tell you the last film i actually put on and sat down to watch cos i can’t remember lmao, but there was a film that came on after something i was watching the other day called the maiden heist(?) i think??? it had william h macy, morgan freeman and christopher walken and they were all like horny for art it was weird but yeah that happened

Last thing I googled: okay no this is too funny so i just googled the exact definition of bigot cos i needed it and this is what came up

I died 

(apparently it only comes up if you accidentally type ‘bigoty’ definition which i may or may not have done lmao but nonetheless, trump is the definition according to google and i, personally, 110% agree)

Favorite Musician: Tonight Alive is my all time fav band but classical wise it’s my main man Shosty

Song stuck in my head: heaven by bryan adams cos i've used it in the fic i’m writing and you can bet your arse it’s for a sad reason (i love my harringrove boys, i do, but this fic is currently 20k words of heartbreak and i’m not sorry, pls love me)

Other blogs: i have one but i barely ever use it and it’s just filled with sad shit tbh, i only ever use it when i’m mentally in a v bad place and tbh it probably doesn’t help but LOL oh well, queen of self destruction me

Do I get asks: occasionally and i treasure each and every single one like a dog does its human

Following: 1958 lmao

Amount of sleep: 6 hours on a weekday probably but like maybe 8 on the weekend providing my mental health is okay™, if not then like 4 maybe

Lucky Number: 10

What I’m wearing: grey ripped jeans, a black t shirt and my school leavers hoodie

Dream job: can i get paid to write fanfic for a living? I do that whilst i’m at work now lmao. But seriously, classical flautist in a classical orchestra would be my ultimate dream yet i currently work in tv go figure (i did previously want to be an editor but since having this job and being able to do some of the edit, i have realised that mentally i cannot cope with 12 hour days stuck looking at a screen in the same bleak office with strict deadlines and arsehole supervisors so yeah, tv is fun and all, i like the fact that you’re not bound to the same people forever and there are some lovely people in the industry, the hours make you go mad granted but i get to drive the actors around and stuff in my current job and they are lovely, but i need something more creative and freeing and yeah, i like my job, i really do, but i think mentally it is having a negative impact on me and that isn’t great™) music has always been the one thing i fall back to and never really leave though so if i can’t get paid to write fanfic for a living then i guess i’ll have to go with that lmao (jks, music is my life i can’t live without it, i need to work in music to stay somewhat sane)

Dream trip: travelling round Scandinavia because it’s all so pretty and also maybe a visit to Ōkunoshima island becuase so. many. BUNNIES.

Favorite Food: any and all fruit, mainly strawberries, kiwis and pears though like omG they are a blessing but yes give me fruit all day every day

Do you play any instruments?: i play the flute mainly and i love it with my whole heart, but i can also play piano, sing and dabble on violin and guitar

Languages: I speak English fluently, but i know a bit of Italian, very basic Norwegian and i studied Spanish for like 4 years so i think i’d probably know a bit if i tried lmao (my teacher was s h i t)

Favourite songs: Power of One by Tonight Alive is like an all time fav of mine and 'Non Mi Avete Fatto Niente' by Ermal Meta&Fabrizio Moro has a very firm forever place in my heart but i’m currently obsessed with ‘Dance Like Nobody’s Watching’ - Saara Aalto, ‘Go Beyond’ - Rasmussen, ‘Чудова Мить’ - Mélovin, Candlelight - Jack Savoretti, La Venda - Miki Nuñez and Freaks - Jordan Clarke because i’m still in denial about our entry (i am severe eurovision trash if that wasn’t obvious lmao) but there are so many i love and like it depends what mood i’m in, they can all be my fav in that moment but you’ve caught me on a good day so you get the happy ones, not the really sad and depressing ones that would make everyone severely worry about my mental health lmao

Random Fact: i have metal plates in both of my knees cos i used to be a wonky bitch

Describe yourself as aesthetic things: a long drive through the night, warm enough to have the windows down but not too warm it’s uncomfortable, you’re favourite album is on repeat, the sky so clear you can see each and every star lighting your way, feeling so relaxed, there isn’t a single thing bothering you or making the moment seem less than what it is, it’s just seconds, minutes, hours of unwavering, blissful, happiness, it doesn’t solve your problems, but it makes you feel the best you’ve felt in a while. (whelp that got out of hand, but my god do that if you never have, it is so f r e e i n g)

Tagging: @billyscamar0 @harringtons-bf @billnsteve @absolutedad @call-me-haley @uncle-keery @bananase221 @pretty-pendragon @spacegaiys and literally anyone else out there who wants to do it, i tag you all 

feel free to ignore, i won’t take it personally lmao

#spatula rambles