send out a search party

Drive Me Crazy

Bellamy X Reader: Angst, smut

Request? Yes:
(Idk if I sent this in or not lol) could you do a Bellamy X read could be an AU where they were FWB Briefly(but had secret feelings they didn’t share to w/ other) on the ark. when both are on earth he’s a huge player and doesn’t know Y/N is there until he sees her talking to Murphy, causing him to become a lot tougher(over the top mean bc he’s jealous) and it gets too much she runs away causing him to go mad, sending out a search party.(long one plz, your writing is great)

Author’s note: This is extremely long, so please be prepared. It’s not just a smut like most of the other things I write.

Italics=Ground flashback

Bold italics=Ark flashback


You scramble over broken twigs and mossy rocks, nearly tripping over your own feet. A brief glance behind you sends a fresh wave of terror coursing through your veins. The cloud of acid fog moves closer, reaching out in finger-like tendrils that claw over the ground. You turn your head forward again and your legs carry you faster. It won’t get you. You won’t just be another name crossed off the list of delinquents.

You feel like you’ve been running miles. The grounder horn you heard must have been blown an hour ago, at least. Every time you get the nerve to turn, sure that you’ve distanced yourself from the approaching mist, it seems to have gained on you. You’re desperate now, eyes scanning the woods for any place that might just shelter you from the worst of it.

Air whooshes from your lungs as you slam into something solid when your attention is turned. You grip the tree trunk for support as you try to force oxygen back into your bloodstream, but you continue wheezing. Maybe this is it. That’s what the chancellor sent you down here for after all, isn’t it? To die? Your will to keep going dissipates with every painful breath. You’re all but resigned to take what you’re given. This has to be less painful than seeing his face again anyway.

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Klance Tangled AU >_< (or as @the-noble-idiot eloquently put it - Mulleted)
For those who prefer human Keith, please go here ~

I’m like 99.9% sure this AU has been done before, but here I am with my own take on it:

  • When Zarkon realized that Keith’s mother was part of La Résistance he kidnapped baby Keith to be used later as leverage.
  • Keith was then brought up by Haggar inside the tower on a peaceful alien planet.

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Stay How It Is

Originally posted by obriengif

Stiles x Reader


“You ok?” A boy asked sweetly as you stared at your feet. “Don’t you know how to swing I can show you, my Mom taught me!”

“I don’t feel like swinging.” You whispered and he pouted, scrunching up his turned up nose as he thought.

“We could hold hands, Dad says it makes my Mom feel better.” He offered and sat on the seat next to you and held out his hand. “We could be friends if you like… but not best friends because my best friend is Scott.”

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So I saw all the Short-haired!Oro stuff and the idea of a SakumOro Tangled AU popped up. Only, it only vaguely (very vaguely) has bits of the movie.

Oro didn’t get kidnapped and locked in a tower. Danzo offered him a lab for crazy experiments and off he went, to a lab hidden away from the rest of the world. Thing is, he didn’t tell anyone because SCIENCE!! awaited. Danzo didn’t really say anything either because he might get Oro to do some experiments on his prodding. For the Good of Konoha, of course.

Hokage Sarutobi soon realizes that his Science Obsessed student hasn’t been seen in a while and sends for him… only to find out he’s apparently been missing for a while. He sends out search parties and stuff.

Fast forward to years later, Hatake Sakumo steals the Kusanagi (Oro’s sword that he left for Plot) from the Kingdom of Konoha. He flees, and is pursued by a very angry Sakura (who plays Maximus the horse in this AU). Sakumo goes to hide in a very convenient bunker and promptly gets KO’d by an angry Oro whose nap was disturbed.

Sakumo wakes up strapped to an operating table and is interrogated by Orochimaru, who suspects him of being sent by Danzo to assassinate him or steal his research or something? Idk. Sakumo denies it and flirts with Oro because Oro is very pretty. This is where the Tangled movie plot kind of becomes obsolete and becomes more Anastasia. Sakumo recognizes Oro’s markings as the same markings as the pic of Sarutobi’s lost student. He believes that Oro was kidnapped and locked away in the lab and Sakumo, despite being a thief, is against the stealing of people so he tries to get Oro to return to Konoha. Also, the reward Sarutobi put on the return of an alive Oro would be nice.

Oro thought his sensei knew where he was all this time but was too busy to send word or anything. So he agrees to allow Sakumo to escort him back to Konoha, still wary because what if it was just a ploy to get Oro actually kidnapped? Oh well, he can take him. Or just leave it to Kiyohime (who plays a very deadly Pascal). So off they go.

Of course, then Danzo finds out that Oro is no longer in the Lab and sends ROOT agents to coerce Orochimaru into returning. The ROOT agents happen to ambush Oro at the same time as Sakura (Sakura doesn’t recognize Oro as Tsunade-shishou’s friend for Plot maybe?). Oro is of course annoyed by all the people popping up suddenly to kidnap him, cue SakumOro battle couple team up.

Stuff happens, Sakumo is injured in one battle, taking a blow meant for Oro. That settles Oro’s attachment to Sakumo and he patches Sakumo up after the battle. More stuff happens, idk. Somehow Sakura catches up to them and tries to take out Sakumo for the return of the Kusanagi because that was her shishou’s teammate’s sword. You mean, my sword as I am Orochimaru, intervenes Oro. Sakumo is simply… ah, escorting me back to Konoha. Well. Okay then. Sakura Joined the Party.

Then they enter a pub or something and Oro finds out about the reward for his return. Oro is miffed (I like that word okay? Miffed) and thinks Sakumo is only in it for the reward and proceeds to give him the cold shoulder.

Enter bounty hunters Kakuzu and… hmm Kisame? Sure, let’s go with Kisame. Sakumo’s also got a bounty on his head (White Fang y'all), though unlike Oro’s, doesn’t matter if dead or alive. Cue epic battle scene where Oro’s hair gets shredded by Kisame. Sakura, who was “scouting ahead” to give the couple time to work out whatever tension there was, returns to witness that sacrilege. Kakuzu and Kisame are defeated by an enraged Oro teaming up with the White Fang and Tsunade’s Apprentice. Again, Sakumo almost dies protecting Oro from a blow he was protecting Sakura from (because he knows Tsunade would be pissed at him if her apprentice was injured while in his presence). Luckily, Sakura can heal Sakumo while Oro scolds him and says he can take care of himself. Cue cheesy flirting from Sakumo and fond(???) exasperation from Oro. Now onto the two KO’d bounty hunters.

Oro wants to kill them both, but Sakura recognizes Kisame as a Mist Swordsman and that Queen Mei Terumi of Kiri would appreciate the return of a living Kisame. Kakuzu… Oro wants to dissect him. Sakumo points out his current lack of a nearby lab and the problems of carrying around a dead body. Oro counters with Sealing Scroll. Okay then. So Kakuzu’s dead and Kisame is being carried like a sack by Sakura as the group continues onwards to Konoha.

Kisame wakes up and is besotted by BAMF Sakura, who convinces him that Mist is better now and that he’d be happily welcomed back. Mei is a trustworthy, for a foreign ally, she assures him. Kisame Joined the Party. Against Oro’s wishes who still wants him dead and gleefully takes petty vengeance since killing him is inadvisable.

Danzo and ROOT confronts the group on the borders of Konoha, accusing them of treason via association with known traitors (Sakumo) and enemy nin (Kisame). Cue flashy fight scene which attracts the attention of patrols nearby. Danzo escapes, but ROOT is discovered as active. Sakura shuts down the attempted arrest of Sakumo and demands to see her shishou and the Hokage.

Oro is reunited with his team (yay), Kisame returns to Kiri and comes back to Konoha as Mist Ambassador (he just wants to see Sakura again), Sakumo is pardoned and offered reward, which he refuses and tries to slink away but Oro stops him.

You dragged me out here, you don’t get to escape and leave me behind to deal with all the idiocy of people.
Aww, Lovely, just admit you’ll miss me.
Against all logic, I will. So stay.

…Well. Okay then. That just happened. Here you go??

Essays in Existentialism: FtWD IX

All through the town, the silence of the new world slunk, filling streets somberly, rolling around with the faded trash and debris, prowling on fences and painting windows with dust and decay. The entire world was brown, clumps of dead lawns, upturned dirt, dead branches– it all blurred into the same shade inevitably.

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What Matters To Me

Requested by an Anon:I keep missing when you open for requests due to time zones so I hope it’s ok if I get in early :) could you do one where the reader and jax are really flirty and obv like each other and the guys all take bets on when they’ll get together. 

Triggers: Implied smut. infertility 

AN: Sorry, not sorry that it’s so long!

I pulled into the lot at TM after a hellish work week, I hadn’t seen the guys in two weeks. I was looking forward to spending some time with my friends and family. I was reaching into the back of the car, when I was left off of my feet, I let out a squeal of surprise, then I went flying. 

Jax tossed me over his shoulder, carrying me across the lot. I smacked his ass. “Put me down Jackson, I can walk!” I laughed. I let out another squeal when I felt his hand smack my ass. 

“No I’m afraid you’re a flight risk! I haven’t seen for two weeks, you’re damn lucky Ma didn’t send out a search party! Besides we’re having a drink!” He laughed carrying me into the clubhouse, dumping me on one of the couches. Bringing me a beer over, he sat down next to me. “Where have you been?”

“Some of us have real jobs, and can’t ride around on bikes all day being a menace to society.” I slapped at his chest laughing when he frowned at me.

“You better respect your VP!” He raised his eyebrows and smirked at me.

I busted out laughing, standing up, I held out my hand, helping him up. “Come on Prince, I’m going to beat your ass at pool.”

“Oh you’re on darli’n!” He kissed my forehead as he stood up and dragged me over to the pool table. 

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You Can Wonder [Who I Really Am]

Anonymous said:Director Sanvers prompt: maggie and Lucy find proof of Alex’s punk/goth/emo phase and tease her but are actually a little turned on when they find out she fronted a band and shows them a live concert video of their performances ???


So, posting this ask as a text so that the “read more” works properly, because this is a total beast of a fic. I dragged @onefootone​ into this one just to see what would happen. One night of brainstorming, one night of words. 6600 words. Hope it meets your expectations anon.

ps, cross-posted on Ao3 here and the mentioned based design is the green one from this post by @people-are-just-bad-code​ because damn that is a pretty piece.


“Shhhh, look,” Lucy points with her pen, “here we see the elusive Danvers, cautiously making it’s way through the grazing grounds, such a rare sight here in these parts.”

“Not much is known of the Danvers,” Maggie continues, “just that they share communal living spaces and, in theory, have a den nearby. Rarely are they seen in the wild, preferring the safety of heavily wooded areas devoid of social creatures.”

“Rarer still has the Danvers been seen in mating plumage-”

Maggie snorts and Alex, eyes flashing, throws an orange. “The Danvers can hear you, you dicks.”

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Prompt:  “No Marks.”
Pairing: Namjoon x Reader || tiny mention of yoonmin
Genre: light smut, romance
Rating: M
Word Count: 1826
Other Drabbles

Originally posted by sugamysavagebaby

The distance to the dim light hallway-secluded and tucked off to the right of the main foyer-from your current position in the center of the dining hall is approximately thirty steps, perhaps less if you both were to widen your strides and quicken the pace. You eye those who are gathered around you, all of them seemingly unaware to the inner turmoil both of you are currently facing-which is good you suppose because in a room filled to the brim of people who you call colleagues and, in some circumstances, boss, you are very glad that none of them are currently aware of how badly you wish to sneak off for a quick make out session with your husband.

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B for Bollocks (1/2)

Hello! I’ve been lurking at the edges of the MMFD fic tag for much too long, so I’ve finally decided to leave my shadowy corner and venture out into the light. The blinding, extremely intimidating light. Every emu I’ve encountered has been nothing but lovely, but that doesn’t stop the doubt from creeping in and unpacking it’s bullshit. Especially as of late, since there has been a plethora of amazing stories gracing my dashboard (looking at you @how-ardently @slitherouter @rinnship @kneekeyta @madfatty @hey1tskat1e  @crystalgiddings1993 @emmatationsforall (and that’s not even everyone!)).

This is my first dabble in writing and if I’m being generous I am about 27% confident in it, so I am basically throwing this out there and running away. Story is a season 1-esque AU and will be a two parter. @mmfdfanfic


Finn shuffled past the green doors of The Swan with a heavy sigh. Keeping his eyes trained on his boots, he made a beeline for the bar, completely unaware of the greedy stares from a table of girls in the corner. Waiting for his pint, he finally moved his eyes to the table near the jukebox, where he knew the gang would be sat. Well, the gang minus one. Rae.

Finn was well aware that she had a shift at the record shop which meant she would be last to arrive, which in turn meant he wasn’t in any hurry. He’d been antsy to get down there all day to see her but his dad had been on his back about yard work; even going as far as to threaten to play his 70s soft rock tunes at top volume next time Rae was over if Finn didn’t get it done. He shuddered at the thought, then bit his lip to stop the grin that came with the image of Rae’s likely reaction: furrowed brows, turned up nose, slightly parted kissable lips. He could practically see the fire dancing in her eyes and hear her cheeky comment of how he’d “definitely inherited his dad’s taste in crap music”. Another feeling, this time in his stomach, came to him when he thought about how he would drag her upstairs where they’d lie side by side on his bed listening to records.

Finn glanced at his watch, contemplating if he still had time to sprint down to the shop. He could just look around in the last few minutes of her shift and then walk her back to the pub. But it was five to and by the time he ran there he would probably be a sweaty mess. No, not a good idea. He did not need her to see him like that. Rae made him nervous enough without the added worry of BO.

“Oi, Finn!” Chop’s voice broke through the pub and Finn looked over to see him waving both arms like some blimmin’ air traffic conductor. Finn nodded in his direction, taking another sip of his pint before ambling over. “Took yas long enough, knobhead! Need another lad to outnumber these two and their girly talk” Chop jerked a thumb in Chloe and Izzy’s direction. Finn chuckled, taking out his tobacco tin and papers. If the girls were on about something, he definitely needed a rollie.

“Oh please, Chop. You talk about girls in front of us all the time!” Chloe huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Hearing you lot go on about how blue a bloke’s eyes are is not drinking talk, alrigh’?” Chop grumbled, his eyes shooting to Izzy for a second before he knocked back the rest of his beer.

“You know, all blue eyed people can be traced back to one caveman” Archie said matter of factly, pushing his glasses higher up the bridge of his nose.

“So you and Chop are related then?” Izzy asked seriously.

“For fucks sake! Boys and history! Finn mate, save me” Chop begged. Finn just shook his head and laughed while he lit up his smoke. “Jesus. Where the hell is Raemundo when you need her? I swear she’s the only fun one ‘round here.”

Rae. Now that is a subject Finn was willing to chime in on. “She’ll be here soon, mate. Her shift just ended.” He couldn’t help but smile.

“I wonder if she’ll bring Brandon with her” Izzy said to the whole table. Finn immediately scowled. Brandon? Who the fuck is Brandon? And why the hell would Rae be bringing him?

“Oh God, I hope so Iz. They seemed pretty chummy earlier” Chloe said excitedly, flicking her hair over her shoulder. Earlier? Chummy? Finn had definitely missed something.

“I’ll shout the next round. Give us a hand, Arch” Finn got up and Archie followed him to the bar. Finn glanced back at the table to make sure that the others couldn’t hear before leaning closer to Archie. Giving the room a glance to seem nonchalant, he asked “Who’s Brandon?”

Archie looked over his shoulder at the table then back to Finn. “Just a bloke who started working at the record shop. The girls went to see Rae earlier and she was training him.” Finn just nodded, knocking the bar a few times with a fist he hadn’t realized he’d made. Archie gave Finn a tight lipped smile. “I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about, mate”

“Worry? Why would I worry? Means nowt to me” Finn shrugged and pulled at his ear lobe. Archie gave him a knowing look but didn’t say anything else.


They had been sat at the table for almost an hour, Finn silently counting the minutes and nursing his pint. He kept glancing up every time the doors swung open, waiting for a flash of dark hair and pale skin. Rae was late, which was odd, and Finn couldn’t help but wonder why. He was beginning to worry when he heard the latch on the door and his head snapped up for what felt like the hundredth time that afternoon. Finally. Rae. Fear creased her brows for a second until she spotted them and smiled. Finn felt that all too familiar tug of happy nerves in first his stomach and then his chest; which was punctuated further by the fact that she was alone. He moved down on the bench, making a spot for her right next to him. Finn opened his mouth to greet her but was cut off by Chop’s boisterous exclamation.

“About time, baby girl! I was about to send out a sexy search party!”

“Hiya” Rae gave the table a small wave and slid in next to Finn, leaving a sizable gap between them which he immediately closed. He pressed his thigh against hers which made her look up at him and he gave her a sheepish grin as a hello.

“Where ya been, Rae?” Izzy asked as she chewed on the straw of her alcopop.

“Yeah your shift ended ages ago” Chloe added.

“Soz, mum! I had to stay a bit later to show the new guy how to close”

Finn hid his smile behind his pint glass. New guy. Didn’t even call him by his name. Mr. Blue eyes may be memorable to some, but not Rae.

“God, I’d show him how to close any day” Chloe offered suggestively, moving her brows up and down quickly.

“Yeah you said as much earlier, Chlo. Right in earshot of him too” Rae rolled her eyes and scoffed.

“So did he ask about me then?” It was Finn’s turn to roll his eyes. Chloe always thought every guy was after her.

“Er…we didn’t really speak about anything but work”

“Did you ask him to the pub?” Izzy asked, which earned her a confused look from Chop.

“Nah. He mentioned earlier that he had footy after his shift”

“Well did you ask where he plays, babe? Maybe we could go watch” Chloe practically bounced in her seat.

“Nope” Rae shrugged, and Finn had to suppress a relieved sigh before taking a gulp of his drink. “But he walked me over here, so probably close by.”

Finn choked on his beer. He spluttered and coughed, and when Rae reached to pat him on the back he knew he was beet red. “M'fine” he mumbled at the concerned faces of the table. He glanced at Archie who gave him a grimace.

“So what do you think of him then?” Chloe pressed on.

“I don’t know! He’s alright, I guess. We literally just met” Rae’s voice was laced with frustration at Chloe’s questioning, but her cheeks seemed slightly pinker. Finn would know, he spent enough time staring at her to notice any minute change.

“Enough o’ this talk,” Chop interrupted, pounding on the table with a fist. “We have better things to discuss!”

Thank you, Chopper Finn thought. As Chop went on about driving out to Rutlands at the weekend, Finn moved his finger to Rae’s thigh. B-A-R? She smiled softly at him and nodded, and they both slipped off the bench. He followed behind her, admiring the swish of her hair across her back as she walked, shoving his hands in his pocket so he wouldn’t reach out and stroke it. Rae leaned against the wall, facing the table while Finn hunched over the counter.

“How was work?”

“Okay. Thought you were gonna stop by?”

“I wanted to, but my dad was on it about chores”

“Too bad. We got some new reggae in. I know how much you like that toss” Rae smirked at him and Finn had to grip the wood top to stop from kissing it off her stupid pretty face. He ordered their drinks from the bar man and nodded his head to the tune coming from the jukebox. The silence between them that was usually so comfortable felt heavy, and Finn knew he had to ask.

“So…new guy at the shop?”

“God you’re not interested in him too, are you?” Rae teased, throwing her hands up in the air. Finn laughed and shook his head. “He’s just a guy. Don’t know why those two are on about it so much.” She shrugged and turned so she was shoulder to shoulder with him. After a pause she leaned into him slightly, which made him look to her. Their eyes met before she said “he’s just a coworker” and in those four words Finn thought maybe she knew; knew how much he liked her, knew how little he liked the idea of another guy in her life, knew about that skin tingling spark he felt whenever she was close. He was staring at her lips until his view was obstructed by her snakebite, and as he followed her back to the table he made a vow to himself to make a goddamned move.


As it turned out, making a move was impossible when Rae was literally never alone. If it wasn’t Chloe or Izzy giggling away in her ear, it was Chop making her laugh with his crude jokes, or bloody Archie hauling her off to a dark corner to talk about whatever the hell they always had to talk about in private. Rae hadn’t even been over to his in ages – okay, six days but who’s counting – because if they weren’t with the gang she was working at the record shop. He’d visit her as much as he could, but even then she was distracted. The commercial music store on the high street was closed for renovations which meant Town was busier than ever. Much to Finn’s annoyance that meant Rae was either busy with a customer or restocking shelves. He couldn’t even enjoy looking around with the throngs of twittering girls searching fruitlessly for the latest boy band album.

It was a Thursday afternoon and Finn hadn’t seen her in a day and a half and it was doing his head in. He was sitting with Archie in the park, trying to pay attention to his mate’s ramblings, but after the third time Archie had to repeat himself Finn knew the only way his mind would focus was if it was on Rae.

“Fancy going down to the record store?”

“I guess. Rae’s working, yeah?”

“Dunno. Maybe.” She was, and he definitely knew.

Pushing the glass door open, Finn was pleased to find the shop was relatively dull for once. There were only a handful of customers milling about, and it was quiet enough he could make out Parklife playing overhead. He heard a familiar laugh and his head shot up to find it. Rae. She was standing behind the counter price marking CDs. A tall dark haired lad was standing next to her (too close in Finn’s opinion) and Little Al was leaning against the counter talking to them both.

“Alright, lads?” Al yelled across the shop.

Archie waved and Finn merely nodded in greeting, his eyes never leaving Rae. “Alright, girl?” he said as they reached the group.

“Hiya Finn, Arch” she replied, a small smile on her lips. The tall bloke cleared his throat and Rae looked away from Finn and at him. “Guys, this is Brandon. Brandon this is Finn and Archie.”

So this is Brandon. Finn barely acknowledged the lad, while Archie went to shake his hand. Wanker.

“Nice to meet you” Brandon said politely.

“This here is Rae’s ex” Little Al piped up, clapping Archie on the shoulder. The entire group turned their heads to Al, in a collective ‘what the fuck?’ “Just getting the skeletons out the closet now!” Al laughed, hands up in surrender. Finn looked to Rae to find her eyes back down to the CDs, cheeks crimson.

“Ex boyfriend, eh?” Brandon directed at Archie and Finn could swear he saw him bristle, stand a little taller, as he looked Archie over.

“Er..yeah, but we’re just best mates now” Archie shot Rae a supportive smile, which she returned.

Brandon turned his eyes to Finn and Finn had to bite his cheek to not burst out with ‘And I’m her future boyfriend, ya prick.

“Right, I’m off. Brandon, swing round mine on Saturday, yeah? Big party” Little Al slapped the counter for emphasis.

Brandon shrugged and turned to Rae, “You going?”

“Uh…yeah, we all are”

“If Rae’s going, I’m there” Brandon declared, a big grin on his face, as he swung his arm over Rae’s shoulders. Finn’s hackles rose, hands clenching into fists at his sides. In his mind’s eye he was ripping Brandon’s arm out of it’s socket, but in reality he stood there stunned. Rae rolled her eyes and shook her head, but blushed nonetheless.

“RAE” Finn hadn’t even realized he spoke out, loudly at that, until everyone was looking at him. He cleared his throat and said in a quieter voice, “you said you were gonna show me some new stuff?” He motioned with his head towards the other side of the shop.

“Right! This way, sir” she did a little bow to direct him which caused Brandon’s arm to drop from it’s perch and Finn couldn’t help but smirk at him.

“You won’t believe what came in the other day. Don’t tell anyone but I misfiled it so no one would find it” Rae chuckled as she fingered through a box of vinyl.

“Come to mine tonight” Finn blurted. Apparently he had no control over his mouth today. Rae looked stunned at his practical demand; her mouth popped open, eyes searching his face. Finn demurred a bit at her hesitance. He looked down at the random record he’d grabbed and then back at her through his lashes. Once when he looked at her like that she blushed and looked away like maybe it affected her somehow and since then Finn held it in his ‘ways to get to Rae’ arsenal. It must still be a powerful weapon because her apprehensive look morphed into a cheeky smile.

“Why, you miss me Finnley?” Rae leaned over the crate between them and Finn automatically matched her movement, his arms resting centimeters from her hands.

Yes. So much. “Nah, not at all. In fact it was my dad that asked me to get you over” Finn shrugged, feigning nonchalance.

“That right? I guess Gary never did finish telling me about that time you put on your cousin Gemma’s princess outfit. Think he was about to break out the photo album” she replied, a mischievous glint in her eye. Finn glanced down to her lips and wondered for maybe the millionth time what they’d taste like. Whatever the flavour he knew her seeing his awkward childhood photos would be worth it. He opened his mouth to keep the banter going but suddenly Archie was at his side.

“Finn, you about ready? We’re meant to meet Chop soon” Fuck. He had totally forgotten about the stupid action film he’d agreed to see with Chop and the other footy lads.

“Guess I’ll have to bear witness to your embarrassment another time, eh?” Rae nudged his arm. Finn couldn’t help how his face fell.

“Tomorrow?” he asked hopefully.

“Eager for me to shame you then?” She chuckled. “But I’m working all day and then I have to do some stuff for my mum. I’ll see you Saturday at Al’s?”

“Yeah I guess” he replied glumly.

Finn hadn’t noticed Brandon standing on the other side of Rae until he spoke up. “So you’re free tonight then, Rae?”

Three pairs of eyes looked over at Brandon; one surprised, one wary, and one throwing daggers. “Um, yeah. I guess so”

“Maybe we should do something then”

Now all eyes were on Rae. She looked extremely uncomfortable and shuffled in place a bit before finally saying “Erm..okay. If you want to,” she shrugged.

Brandon beamed and nodded before saying “I really do.”

Finn felt his stomach drop to somewhere around his ankles. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to vomit or scream but he knew for certain the urge to rip any and all limbs off Brandon was in the forefront. His face must have betrayed his violent thoughts because he felt a conciliatory hand on his shoulder and turned to see Archie looking at him sympathetically.

“We better go. Rae I’ll ring you later, yeah?” Archie broke the palpable tension.

“Sure, Arch. Have fun at the cinema.”

Finn wouldn’t let himself read into the disappointed lilt in her voice. Instead he gave her a tight smile and turned to leave. Pausing by the shop window he allowed himself one glance back only to see Brandon standing in the spot he just vacated, body leaned towards Rae as she laughed at something he’d said.


They weren’t dating. Finn had heard so enough times from a scoffing Chloe, but they could have fooled him. Since the party three weeks ago, Brandon was always around. Specifically around Rae. That meant that Finn’s time with her had significantly decreased, along with his mood. It was blindingly clear that Brandon fancied her, and Finn was starting to worry that Rae felt the same. They’d show up at the pub together after work, or leave early if they both had a morning shift the next day. And if they weren’t off working together, they were talking about work; about the awful album someone bought, or the creepy bloke with the equally creepy mustache who only bought a CD if it had a half naked woman on the cover. It didn’t help that Chop, the pillock, kept making sly remarks about the two of them “sneaking off to do naughty things”; while Archie, the know it all, kept giving Finn apologetic looks. Not to mention Izzy and Chloe finding Brandon exceedingly charming, inviting him to every party and outing. Traitors, the lot of them.

Numerous times Finn caught Brandon ogling Rae’s chest when she wasn’t looking, or clocked him touching the ends of her hair as his arm rested on the back of her seat. It made Finn queasy, especially since it gave him a glimpse of what he probably looked like to an outsider; some eager puppy pawing for attention.

But when Rae walked into the pub, alone for once, everything inside Finn said fuck it, be whatever you have to be. He practically ran back to the table to pull out a chair for her. She greeted the gang and sat down next to him and he actually sighed when their arms touched. Chloe and Izzy were already babbling away to her about their dance class, so Finn reached out and rested his hand on Rae’s thigh. She twitched at the contact but he felt her relax almost immediately. He didn’t actually know what to write, just jumped at the chance to touch her again, so he drummed his fingers absently as he thought. After a few seconds her hand grasped his fingers, halting their movement.

She released her grip and wrote T-I-C-K-L-E-S on the back of his hand and he literally watched the goosebumps rise on his skin.

S-O-R-R-Y he traced.

I-T-S-O-K her finger replied, this time on his leg.

M-I-N-E, he paused. He had half a mind to end it there, but kept going. L-A-T-E-R-? He looked at her face and she was looking back at him confused. He reached over to explain, T-E-A-+-R-E-C-O-R-D-S

Her whole body seemed to breathe a relaxed sigh before she wrote S-U-P-P-O-S-E. Finn noticed her lips quirk at the corners and he had to fight off his own face breaking grin.

S-N-A-K-E-B-I-T-E-? He could have easily just written ‘drink’ but four more letters meant four more reasons to feel her beneath his fingertip.

P-L-E-A-S-E

He gave her thigh a quick squeeze before getting up to grab her order.

As he made his way back, pints in hand, he looked up to see the girls leaned over the table. Chloe had her hand at Rae’s neck, while Izzy looked on with bright eyes. Finn sat down to see they were fawning over a necklace.

“This is what you were telling me about, babe?” Chloe asked excitedly.

Rae tried to nod, but the hold Chloe had on her stopped her from moving too far. “It’s thoughtful, right?”

“Thoughtful? Rae this is mint!” Chloe exclaimed, examining it closer.

“Yeah Rae, that is dead nice. Like proper jewelry” Izzy added.

Rae blushed and leaned away so the necklace fell from Chloe’s grasp, and that’s when Finn saw it. It was a fine chain with a round pendant. Definitely real gold, like Izzy said. But it’s what was engraved on it that made his mouth go dry and his stomach twist. B. A fucking capital initial B. B for Bollocks. B for Bastard. B for fucking Brandon. Finn just knew it was from him.

“What’s this all about then?” Chop asked from the end of the table, craning his head to try to see the necklace.

“It’s nothing” Rae said, quickly tucking the necklace back under her shirt.

“That is definitely not nothing, Rae! Something like that must have cost him a fortune!” Chloe explained.

“Wait, what are we talking about?” Archie questioned, placing his arms on the table.

“Nothing! Just a gift. Can we move on?” Rae turned red at all the attention, while Finn went ghostly white.

This can’t be fucking happening. They’re not together. Everyone says they’re not together. Chloe. Archie. But now she’s walking around with a necklace that practically brands her? Finn thought he might spew the three pints he had swimming in his belly. His mind was drowning in a volatile mix of anger, disappointment, hurt, and regret. He practically saw the months he’d spent pining for her crumble away, along with the wasted worry over building up the courage to stop spelling out drink orders and write what he really wanted to say: I-LIKE-YOU-AN-ALMOST-UNHEALTHY-AMOUNT. He had stupidly been imagining this elaborate romantic story line for them in his head; best mates turned lovers who can’t help but pounce on each other as their favourite band played a soundtrack in the background just for them. 50% of the time he thought she knew, while another 50% of him was sure there was some kind of hope. Clearly he was 100% wrong. And now she was wearing another bloke’s necklace.

He hadn’t realized that he stood up from the table until the rough scrape of the chair on the floor brought all eyes to him. “I-I gotta go.”

“Wait, Finn…” Archie started to stand.

“I’ll just see you later, Arch.”

“Oi! Your pint’s still full!” Chop gestured with his own glass.

“Finn?” Rae placed a hand on his forearm, concern etched into all her features. But he couldn’t take her sympathy, couldn’t fall for the frown on the lips she’s probably been using to snog Brandon, so he shook her off and grabbed for his jacket. “But I thought we-”

“Another time” Finn cut her off and without another glance stormed out of the pub.

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pairing: min yoongi x reader, college! yoongi
genre/warnings: smut (not extremely detailed), drama, angst
words:  9,594
→ summary: You meet the mysterious Yoongi at a house party and no matter how uninterested you tell yourself that you are, you can’t say no to him. Can you end up changing his playboy ways, or will you just end up getting hurt?

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53. “Is that my food?! You ate my food?!”

She had been on her feet for twelve hours straight.  Twelve hours of y-incisions, cranial saws, and organ weighing.  Twelve hours, four autopsies and almost no sleep.  Twelve hours and an apple between bodies number two and three.  

Scully peeled off her sweaty scrubs and slipped her aching body into the pantsuit she hung up in the locker when she came in.  She was so tired and hungry she was fantasizing about pizza.  And pizza was never her first choice, but it was easy and it was quick.  As she buttoned her blouse, she envisioned herself in a hot bath, a pizza box balanced on the edge of the tub, and a slice of pizza hanging from her mouth.

“Finished Dr. Scully,” the field agent assigned to type her notes looked up as she left the locker room into the morgue office.  She was young and eager.  A little too eager for Scully’s taste, but she meant well.

“For today,” she answered.  “Is there anywhere to get a pizza around here?”

“They keep delivery menus in that file cabinet over there.”

“Perfect,” Scully whispered to herself.  She found a pizza place, put in an order for a large pie with mushroom and peppers, and with any luck, it would be at the motel around the same time as she would be.

The rental car Mulder had for the day was parked in front of their rooms when the cab dropped her off, which meant he was back.  She touched the hood on the way to her door.  It was cold, so he’d likely been back for awhile.  If she was feeling generous after she got out of her heels, maybe she’d invite him over for some pizza.

As soon as she opened her motel room, she stepped out of her shoes and pulled off her blazer.  The room was warm, thankfully, because her fingers were cold and numb.  She gave a short rap on their connecting doors and a muffled ‘come in’ was the reply from the other side.

“Just wanted you to know I’m back,” she said, opening the door.

And she saw red.  There Mulder was, reclined on his bed in his undershirt and dress pants, with an open pizza box and a half eaten slice of pizza in his hand.  There was pizza sauce on his chin and mouth.  The TV was on some sort of nature documentary with screaming chimpanzees in the background.

“I was about to send out a search party,” Mulder said.

“Is that my food?!” she barked, marching into his room and pointing an accusatory finger at him.  “You ate my food?!”

“Huh?”

“Jesus, Mulder, I was on my feet for twelve hours.  Twelve hours.  I had an apple exactly seven hours ago and I’ve been up to my elbows in small intestines and stomach contents and brain matter and all I wanted to do was get back to this fleabag of a motel, take a hot bath or a hot shower, and eat my pizza in peace!”

“Um, Scully, I didn’t-”

“You didn’t what?  Didn’t know?”  She fisted her hands on her hips and glared at him.  “You think pizza just shows up unannounced, out of the blue, and it’s yours?”

There was a knock on Scully’s door, interrupting her rant.  She whirled around, mumbling ‘now what?’ as she strode back through the connecting doors to the entrance.  She yanked it open without even checking the peephole and faced a pimply-faced teen in a Pie Guys uniform, pizza box in hand.

The color drained out of her face and she stared at the young man for a few moments too long, obviously making him uncomfortable.  Without a word, she grabbed her wallet and over tipped the teen before taking the box and shutting the door.  Slowly, she turned and trudged bashfully back into Mulder’s room.

“So, um,” she said.

“Great minds think alike, eh?” Mulder said, amusement in his tone and in his slight smile.

“I guess I owe you an apology,” she answered, her eyes downcast.

Mulder scooted over on the bed, dragging the pizza box with him and then he patted the empty spot next to him.  “Sit down and eat before you get even more hangry than you already are,” he said.

Scully sighed and begrudgingly sat down with the pizza box on her lap.

“For what it’s worth,” Mulder said, turning his open pizza box towards her.  “I got half mushroom and green pepper on mine if you wanted to share.”

“Oh, Mulder.”  She sighed again.

“Just do me a favor, could you not mention intestines and brain matter while we’re eating?  It has a way of ruining the appetite.”

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Leading Suspects: Epilogue

Well, here we are. It’s been quite the journey, and I hope you’ve all enjoyed it, especially you, @peetabreadgirl! There’s a strong chance I’d be crying in the corner over something fic related without you in my life. Clearly, you’re my Johanna. ;-) The story will be up on AO3 and FF.net in its entirety by the end of the week. I’ve been posting chapters five at a time, so if you follow me over there, I apologize for the flood of notification e-mails. Will make one more post here once it’s complete on the other sites. Smutty MCSmutterson out!


“Do you think they’ll serve pie?”

“Don’t eat the strawberry if they do. Just to be safe.” I smother my laughter at this and lean back against the trunk of the apple tree I scaled half an hour ago, the speakers below me unaware of my presence.

The funny thing about gossip and scandal is that it’s a stupid, fickle thing. Two years after I returned to Twelve Willows to propose a joint Daily Fix and bakery franchise to Peeta and ask him out for real, so much has already changed, and yet so much remains the same.

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“You don’t have to follow me, you know.”

He shoved his hands in his pockets and trudged after her, scowling at her back. His shoes were already beginning to soak through and his fingers were going numb. “And have to send a search party out for your frozen corpse in the morning? Sure, I’d love my daughter’s birthday to forever be the day her mother died a popsicle because she’s a fucking idiot.”

If the snow bothered Céilí at all she didn’t show it. They walked along winding bridle paths, the worn and rutted dirt hidden beneath several inches of sleet and mush; trails they’d ridden many times when they’d wanted a break from training or work.

First Dates and Open Comms

[[Summary: After Ryder ends up spending a night with Tiran Kandros, she realizes that she wants this to be more than a fling. Humor ensues. It’s recommended you read New Galaxy, Same Old Thirst first, but not required! Special thanks to @stormcallart , whose work provided some of the inspiration for this. TO BE CONTINUED. <3 Let me know what you think of how I’m developing Kandros?

Kandros x Ryder, SFW but naughtiness implied and discussed.

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There are nights you don’t remember, dimmed by a pleasant haze of alcohol, and nights you remember every detail of, despite how much you had to drink. When Wren Ryder awoke in a bed that was distinctly not her own, in a room that was definitely not on the Tempest, it took only a moment for her to remember everything that had happened the previous night. The presence of a distinctly turian arm looped gently around her waist also served to help that purpose, as did the fact she was wearing absolutely nothing at all.

Shit.

Tiran Kandros was still blissfully passed out. By the light of simulated day, his quarters were Spartan neat and tidy, except for the pile that was Ryder’s clothes and his own armor. Even his little designated pile was neater than hers, and as she carefully slipped out from beneath his arm, she shook her head. Okay, so… What now? He didn’t seem like the ‘settle down for cuddling and breakfast’ type, but just getting up and leaving also didn’t seem like an option. This wasn’t exactly what she had wanted and planned; what she had thought of as a fun first date had turned into a fling, and now there were too many awkward questions hammering their way through her brain, hitting harder than any hangover ever could.

Step one- at least slip on her bra and underwear. Step two, find herself in Kandros’ bathroom, lined with mysterious turian dextro products and attempt not to panic. Step three, call a friend using her communicator. In this case, the unlucky victim was Vetra.

“Ryder, where the hell have you been? You didn’t come back to the Tempest last night, and SAM refused to tell us where you were. Lexi was about to send out a search party.” Step four: placate your friends, and in doing so, try and placate yourself.

“I… may have done something last night. Something potentially bad.” Honesty was the best policy. “Vetra, I slept with Kandros. Help.”

“Tiran Kandros? Head of Nexus Security Kandros? Blowhard Kandros?” Every sentence was increasingly incredulous, Vetra’s tone rising an octave.

“I’m getting your point. Vetra, what do I do?” Running a hand through her hair, she looked at her reflection in his mirror, noting that he didn’t even have fingerprints on it. Her hair was messy and her make-up had that caked on look that came from sleeping in it, but she had looked worse.

On the other end, Vetra sighed. “Ryder, I don’t even talk with Sid about boys, and I’m not going to talk to you about it.”

“Vetra, please. I really like him. How do I impress a turian?”

“Wasn’t raised by turians. Hold on, Ryder. Someone else wants to give advice.” There was a moment of silence, which Ryder protested with a loud hiss.

“Vetra, don’t you dare tell anyone else what I did and-”

“Ryder.” Drack’s voice was too loud for being so early, and far too happy.

Slapping water on her face, Ryder contemplated the ways this could be worse, finding herself coming up short.

“Vetra tells me you’re having romantic problems. Just tell him how you feel. None of this evasive bullshit you humans love. Peebee and Jaal say they agree.” Ah. That’s how it could get worse.

“Hanging up now guys, bye.” Now that at least four of her crewmates knew what had happened in the past twenty-four hours, there was no way Ryder could live this down. Maybe she could still sneak out of Kandros’ apartment and walk away with some of her dignity intact. Maybe they would never mention it again, and she could go back to pining from afar. It suddenly seemed like a better situation than just standing there and actually telling him she was interested in more than sex. Another splash of water, and she was ready to leave the bathroom, slip into her clothes, and leave as quietly as possible.

No such luck. As Ryder left the bathroom, Kandros was already stirring, sitting up in bed and watching her with what she imagined might be a raised eyebrow on a species that had them. “Removing your clothing was enjoyable, Ryder, but I didn’t think I’d have to do it again this morning.” The shade of pink Ryder turned was not at all attractive, but the response made Kandros laugh, the sound almost strange coming from him.

No time like the present, she reminded herself. “Can I ask you something Kandros? Not that round two wouldn’t be great, but before.” May as well implode the whole thing now, if that was going to be the way things went, instead of waiting until after they’d enjoyed another round in bed together.

Lying back slightly, Kandros nodded his ascent. “Go ahead, Pathfinder.” He drawled over the last word lazily, making her blush again, though she pressed forward.

“Do you want to go to Havarl with us? With me, I mean. To look for the turian ark. It’s really gorgeous there, and if anyone deserves a break from the Nexus it’s you…”

“Ryder, are you asking me on a date?” At least he was amused, mandibles curved slightly upward and fingers slightly open, palms upward.

“Uh. Yes. Yes I am.” It would have been easier to backtrack and insist he was misinterpreting her actions, but there was no use in going back now.

Kandros was shaking his head at her, sitting back up and then sliding halfway out of bed, feet on the floor. “Ryder, I’m not exactly boyfriend material. Are you sure we would even get along?” It was a valid point; they had disagreed on things in the past, arguments that they both knew would resurface eventually.

“Yes. Please, Kandros?” The Pathfinder shouldn’t have to beg, and it was hard to keep her tone from wheedling. But damn, he looked good even half-awake, and last night had been fun. It would be hard to walk around Ops in the Nexus and know he was there, know that she could look but not touch. Besides, they had so many more shared daddy issues to discuss.

He looked her up and down, not as hungry as he had been last night, and then shrugged, apparently having made some quick mental calculation, the same that made him run APEX so well. “Sure, why not. I can be ready at fourteen hundred hours. Give me time to clear up a few things, put some subordinates in charge. I’m owed time off anyway, and we both know you humans can’t handle turian politics.”

Resisting the urge to whoop, Ryder settled for enthusiastically nodding, scuttling forward to snatch up her clothes and pull them on eagerly. She needed a long, hot shower, and maybe some lotion if she could get it from Lexi without too many questions. Chafing might become a real issue if this thing, whatever it was, was going to continue. Wait, should she kiss him goodbye? This was going to be a first date, really- last night didn’t feel like it counted, exactly, and turians didn’t have lips and… She was just going to show herself out, though she couldn’t resist walking forward and kissing his forehead, the armor cool beneath her lips. Ryder could have sworn he smiled, though she turned away just as quickly, not wanting to be tempted back into bed. He really did look good even now. “I’ll see you on the Tempest at fourteen hundred hours.” That was 2PM, right? Right.

Outside his apartment, Ryder leaned against the wall and finally let out a small noise of victory, pumping her fist in the air.

“You asked him to Havarl, Ryder?” Her comms crackled to life, Vetra’s voice flooding back.

“Shit. How much did you hear of that?” If it was possible for a person to turn purple from embarrassment and die a little bit on the inside, that was what Ryder was doing.

“All of it. You forgot to hang up. Good luck, Ryder. You’ll need it.”

To first dates. To returning to the Tempest and knowing everyone had heard everything. Despite that, she smiled.

Game 6 - Freddie Andersen (#1)

Ok! Imagine #1! It’s coming a little earlier than anticipated but I hope it’s good!! I hope you like it????? Much love pals! <3

Word count: 880

Warnings: none!

Request: “Heyyyyy!!!! Look I’m a sucker for a Freddie or JVR imagine!!!! Pleaseeeeee!!! Maybe comforting him after the loss? Thanks boo love ya!” - @carey-pricemas

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“No, no no no no no” you muttered to yourself as your eyes wandered to the group of men hugging and cheering against the glass.  You then looked to the net and saw Freddie, your boyfriend, sitting on the ice, utterly shocked.  The entire game had been filled with wave after wave of emotions and this was it.  Johansson had been able to put the puck past Freddie, allowing the Capitals to move onto the second round of the playoffs.  You knew your boyfriend was going to be more than upset at the sudden ending to the Leafs playoff run but you were so proud of him.  He stood on his head on more than one occasion and played a large part in allowing the Leafs to get as far as they did.  You knew the boys would take longer than usual coming out of the dressing room tonight so you made your way through the arena to your car to wait.

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“we’ve been searching for him (jeremiah) all season..” lmao when exactly?? did they send out a search party whenever alex came up for air from getting intimately acquainted with maggie’s pussy?? guess we’ll never know ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Good Girl Ch 17: Stories Of A Bad Girl (M)

“No,” I grumble, tucking myself deeper into Sehun’s embrace.

“Come on baby, you need to eat something,” Suho tires for the tenth time.

“No.”

“Hyung, maybe we should try again after the meeting,” Sehun suggests.

Suho sighs, “Fine, the boys should be here soon anyway.”

My head perks up, “Boys? You mean my oppas?”

Both boys look at me, happy to see me interested in something, but not happy with what it is. I haven’t let go of Sehun since yesterday after my bath, except to use the bathroom and even than he would be standing at the door waiting. This whole time we’ve been snuggling on my bed, both annoying and saddening the other guys. I sit up on my knees in bed, still straddling Sehun, Suho is on my left dressed in his suit. In nothing but underwear and one of Sehun’s t-shirts, both men can’t take their eyes off me, even in my messy state.

“Are you talking about my oppas?” I ask again when neither of them answers.

“Why does that make you happy?” Sehun pouts.

“Nothing else would get you out of bed, not breakfast, not school, not any of us, but them?” Suho is obviously offended, he looks like a real dad with his arms crossed over his chest.

I hesitate answering, afraid of making them angry, “I just want something that I know, people that know me. Something familiar.”

They share a sober expression, a silent conversation between the two. Suho looks back to me, annoyed with the words about to come out if his mouth, “Will you eat if we let you see them?”

I smile big, “Jin oppa told me he would make me ox bone stew remember? I’ll eat that!”

“That also means you have to get out of bed and get dressed.”

I nod vigorously, “Can I take a shower too?”

“No shower, bath,” Suho corrects me.

I pout for second before giving him an amazing smile, “If you let me shower, you can shower with me.”

“Why not me?” Sehun’s hands hold my hips tighter.

“You have had her too long anyway, you took my turn. Now,” Suho opens his arms to me with a satisfied smirk, “come here baby girl.”

After giving Sehun a quick peck on the lips and a thank you for watching over me all night, I eagerly rush to Suho with the promise of a shower. He easily picks me up and carries me away from a blushing Sehun. It doesn’t take very long to find Suho’s room, it’s a lot like the others, dark in color, the same beautiful view of the ocean past the floor to ceiling windows. There is a built in book shelf that takes up the whole wall, filled with books and little sculptures, and even a few pictures here and there. I don’t have time to look at much, he carries me strait into the massive bathroom; if mine is built for a princess, his is built for a king. There is a Jacuzzi tub in the middle of the room, covered in gray tiles, a frosted glass shower is in the corner.

“Can I take a bath in here?” I ask when he sets me down on the edge of the tub.

“No baby, you asked for a shower,” Suho smiles down at me surprisingly seductively as he takes off his tie and his suit jacket. “How about you get in first, get used to the water, and tell me when it’s okay for me to come in?” I nod, getting to my feet but hesitating on taking off my clothes so casually. He chuckles, “Do you want me to do it?” When I don’t respond he comes closer and grabs the hem of my shirt, I don’t stop him so he pulls it over my head. Next are my panties, he takes those off slowly, letting his hands caress my legs all the way down. He takes a step back to actually look at me, and like Sehun he looks kind of broken inside at the sight of the bruise.

“I’ll get in,” I say before slipping past him into the shower, my own heart breaking at his sad face. The futuristic shower throws me off for a second, after another minute of staring at it Suho calls to me, “I’m sorry, I just don’t know how to turn this stupid thing on.” I’m too focused to hear the shower door open and Suho sneak up behind me, easily turning one of the many knobs and turning on the water. His body is pressed up against my back, a blush spreads across my face when I feel something hard touching my lower back.

“Is it too cold?” He asks as the cool water runs down us, leaving goose bumps in it’s wake. I nod. He turns the handle more until the water pouring out is just slightly burning. “Better?” Again I nod. He starts humming some unfamiliar song as he begins reaching for bottles on the built in shelf. I jump when he starts washing my back, pausing with his hands on my shoulders he asks, “Tell when you want me to stop.” When I say nothing he continues slowly, washing both arms, all the way down my back but stops with his hands on my tummy. “Can I wash your chest?”

“Yea,” I answer softly, his hands go up slowly massaging my breasts softly. He only stays there for a second before traveling lower, past my lady parts to my legs. I feel my cheeks get hot when these words come out of my mouth, “Can I wash you?”

“What was that?” He questions coming even closer.

“Can I wash you?” I repeat louder.

“You don’t have to ask to touch me, ever.” He hands me his body wash, I squirt some into my hands before lathering them together, enjoying the smell that comforts me like Suho’s presences. I hesitantly reach out, placing both of my hands on his chest. It’s warm, like he always is, I start moving my hands in small circles across his chest, shoulders, and arms. There is an undeniable blush across my face when my hands drift lower to his amazing abs, I get even redder when I see his member standing at attention. Look up at Suho I see his eyes are closed tightly, his chest raising and sinking as he takes deep breaths to calm himself. Feeling brave I let my soaped up hand brush against it, my eyes never leaving his face. Watching him tense at such a small touch turns me on.

With a deep breath I grab onto the base of his shaft, and quickly start pumping. Suho’s eyes snap open, his dark orbs are fixed on me, he leans in closer, his hands go on either side of my head, locking me against the wall.

“Baby,” He warns me, but his hands ball into fists as he begins bucking his hips against my hand. “Why are you doing this?” He groans, my pumps continue to accelerate.

“You looked like you need to relax a bit,” I answer innocently.

He rests his forehead against mine, his eyes closed again, “This isn’t relaxing baby, all it’s doing is making me want to pin you up against the wall and take that precious virginity of yours’.”

“So you want me to stop,” I tease slowing my pace.

He growls, “Baby, don’t tease your daddy, I can barely control myself right now.”

“Okay, Daddy, I’ll be a good girl,” I give him a chaste kiss before pumping him harder and faster. I watch his muscles tense, kind of enjoying the way I affect him. After a few more pumps he comes undone at my hands, spraying his seed on to my stomach and the wall behind me. His chest is heaving, he leans down and places a not so innocent kiss on my lips.

“You are such a naughty girl, getting daddy all worked up like that,” He whispers in my ears.

“You seemed to like it though,” I tease.

He snickers, “How are you still a virgin with that mouth?” He kisses me again before turning off the water. “We should get out before they send a search party after us.”

I nod. He grabs a towel from out of the shower and wraps it around me before grabbing another for himself. Leading me back into his room we find a stack of clothes for me that Suho does not agree with.

“A dress, seriously? No,” Suho scoffs, “You are wearing my shirt and sweat pants.” He decides before puling me into his closet, like mine it’s massive with way more clothes then a person would need, but his definitely isn’t as colorful as mine, with lots of black, gray, and other dark colors. It reminds me of my actual wardrobe, not all the girly stuff they gave me but of all my hoodies, jeans, and sweaters that I love. Suho pulls out a over sized t-shirt and a surprisingly small pair of joggers that would still be a bit big on me but way too small for him. “I kept these here for whenever you stayed with me, that way you wouldn’t have to go back to your room,” He explains.

He helps me put on the underwear Sehun had brought me before putting on the clothes he picked out himself.  When I’m fully dressed he begins looking for his own outfit, finding a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Such a contrast from how he looked earlier, he was so fancy looking but now he looks like some really hot guy you could pass on the street and fantasize about later.

He catches me staring and smiles, “I’m already yours baby, you don’t need to stare, you can touch me all you want.” My cheeks are on fire, I look down at my hands in my lap. “Why so bashful suddenly? You are the one who asked me to take a shower and you are also the one who gave me a hand job out of nowhere.”

“Daddy stop, you’re embarrassing me!” I cover my cheeks.

He leans down and kisses my forehead, “So cute.”

“This is nauseating,” Kai teases, making fake puking noise in the doorway.

“Aren’t you supposed to knock? What do you want?” Suho glares at the younger.

Kai rolls his eyes, “Our guests have arrive, I was told to bring you and baby girl along. I’m very disappointed to know that you bent so easily hyung.”

“Sehun told the others too right? We don’t need a blood bath in our living room.”

Kai nods, “Yes, yes, he told all of us, Xiumin hyung was very upset.”

“About what?” I ask Suho.

“We decided that for today, only today because you are feeling down, they can touch you like they used to.”

I can’t help but smile, “Really?”

“Don’t get too happy or we’ll change our minds,” Suho warns.

“I never got the chance to make up my mind,” Kai glares at the older man. He looks at me with a completely different demeanor than I’m used to from him, he smiles softly and offers me a hand. “Come on baby, I haven’t gotten you at all.” I walk over to him, taking his hand, and he leads me out of the room. The is a lot of noise coming from the living room, I can hear everyone talking and having fun, making me hesitate in the hall. “What’s wrong baby?”

“I don’t want to ruin the fun,” I look up at him.

“What do you mean?”

I start backing away from the doorway, “Whenever I’m in the room with all of you guys things get tense, they sound like they are having fun.”

Kai’s grip on my hand tightens, “You aren’t ruining anything, you want to see them don’t you?”

I nod.

“Then lets go see them, we won’t get tense, we will be good daddies, I promise.”

“Are you sure?”

He nods.

With a deep breath I take a few more steps so I can see into the room. Everyone is sprawled out on the floor or the couch, enjoying each others company, it’s a very warm atmosphere that I love. Baekhyun sees us standing in the doorway and smiles.

“Good to see you out of bed baby girl!” Baekhyun beams at me, getting off the couch to give me a hug.

“Are you feeling better?” Lay joins us, Kyungsoo and Chen behind him waiting their turn.

“I’m okay, does my face still look that bad?” I reach up and touch where I know the bruise is, flinching at the pain.

“Don’t touch it,” Kai scolds, swatting my hand away.

“This is so weird,” Yoongi says, his voice getting past the crowd of men talking to me. I weasel my past them to the seven boys still sitting on the floor. They jump to their feet at the sight of me. “What the hell happened?” Yoongi growls coming straight to me. “Who the fuck hit you?”

“Calm down Oppa, there was an incident at school,” He opens his mouth to ask more questions but I cut him off. “It’s was Joon or something. He’s already been um, taken care of.”

Chanyeol chuckles behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and giving my good cheek a quick peck, “You make it sound so cute.”

“Hyung?” Namjoon questions.

“Like she said, there was an issue we handled it, end of story,” Chanyeol deadpans.

“Joo-ya,” Jin waves me over, ignoring the glare Chanyeol is giving him, “Are you sure you are okay?”

“Yes, but I’m starving, could you make me some ox bone stew now?” I beam at the cute man, who automatically nods and heads toward the kitchen with me on his tail and the group of men on mine.

“Noona,” Kookie calls.

I look over at him when I sit down at one of the bar stools in the kitchen, “Yes?”

He sits down on my other side, “Jihyo noona was really worried about you, did you ever call her?”

I shake my head, “I haven’t had my phone since yesterday, it’s in my backpack and I don’t even know where that is. Can you text her for me telling her that I’m not dead.”

He smiles and nods, pulling out his phone.

“Jin oppa, can I help you cook?” I ask with a big smile, that he can’t refuse. I come around the counter. “What should I do?”

He scans the scattered ingredients on the counter, “Can you peel the radish?”

I nod and rush to grab the three massive radishes, putting them in the sink I scan the cabinets before looking to for help from the many boys watching us. “The peeler?” I ask. Kyungsoo comes forward, opening a near by drawer and handing it to me, I thank him. Luhan comes over with a cute smile on his face, he quickly slips behind me, tying a cute little apron around my waist.

“So cute,” he coos, I laugh as I begin peeling with ease but stop when Chen comes behind me next and pulls my waves into a bun with a hair tie.

“Better?”

I nod giving him a smile, “Thank you.”

“Have you been helping Kyungsoo-ya cook?” Jin asks me as he boils the meat.

I shake my head, “I’m not allowed to cook.”

“Not allowed?” Hoseok and Namjoon echo, completely baffled.

“You love cooking, and you are really good at it,” Taehyung grins at me.

“I cooked for them the first morning I was here,” I think back to only a week ago. My how things have changed for me.

“It was really good,” Baekhyun says.

“Why isn’t she allowed to cook?” Jin questions coming over to help me cut the radishes. With two large knifes in hand he lays down two cutting boards. Once again Kyungsoo appears next to me, taking the knife offered me, making me pout.

“It’s too dangerous for her,” Kyungsoo takes my place and begins chopping the radish.

“She isn’t a child,” Yoongi snaps. “I don’t know what you guys are doing to her, this isn’t the Jooyoung we know.”

“Oppa,” I place a hand on the older boy’s arm, earning us all eyes. “It’s fine, it’s just how things work here.”

He stares down at me dumbstruck, “Since when have you been so submissive? Where is the feisty girl that got a fake ID to sneak into a club last week? Or better yet, the girl who is in that mug shot that Jihyo still has hanging above her bed?”

“Stop,” I snap, using both of my hands to cover his big mouth.

“Mug shot?” The twelve men echo.

“Baby girl,” Kris raises a brow at me, undeniably amused by this news, “Are you a bad girl?”

……………………

“You can hear one,” I deadpan, still glaring at Yoongi across the table for spilling my past. They had pulled more chairs up to the long table, I somehow convinced them to let Jimin and Kookie sit next to me.

“How many are there?” Poor Lay looks like he’s about to pass out from worry.

“There are lot,” Namjoon answers for me, smiling down at his bowl, ignoring the glare he’s earning from me.

I groan, “There is not that many.”

Hoseok chuckles, thinking back to old memories, “There is the time with the boat. The streaking. The car was a bad one.”

Even Jimin joins in on teasing me, “Oh lets not forget the best, the fight that earned you and Jihyo some beautiful mug shots.”

“Those are actually some of my favorite photos of you guys,” Jin laughs.

“Pick,” I demand.

“How about two?” Sehun smiles at me.

“Depends what two,” I lean back in my seat with my arms crossed over my chest, feeling a lot older suddenly, not the baby I was this morning. My daddies notice it.

“Streaking and the fight,” Kai answers for him, Sehun and the rest nod in agreement.

“Ugh,” I groan. “Okay fine, but the car story is mixed into the streaking one, so when Jihyo and I were 15 we were hanging out with some of her friends. We were playing strip poker-“

Kris interrupts me with a laugh, “As you do at 15.”

“No teasing or you won’t get to hear it,” I pout.

“I’m sorry baby girl, please continue.”

I sigh dramatically, “We we’re playing stripe poker, it was not my idea but I know how to play poker so I was good. Jihyo on the other hand absolutely sucks at it, so being Jihyo, she convinced me to throw the game so we would both loose. Losers had to run half a mile down the street and back. Everything was fine, we were running wild down the street, making a bigger deal out it than we should have by hooting and hollering the whole way. But on our way back we happen to run into a police car, or at least Jihyo did, she ignored my warning and got stopped. I know her parents would have freaked out if she had been caught so I snuck into the cops are and put it in drive. They freaked out and ran after it, so we ran away.”

All twelve men are staring at me like I’ve grown a second head, while the other seven are dying of laughter since they were the friends I decided to leave out of the story. Baekhyun shakes off his shock, “The car doesn’t seem so bad compared to the rest of it, why is it one of your stories?”

I look down at my stew and begin to shove big bites into my mouth, but Yoongi answers for me, “What she forgot to mention is that the car rolled down a hill and hit four other very expensive cars that the police department had to take blame for damaging.”

“Hey, it isn’t my fault they left their car door open for anyone to just hop into a joy ride,” I defend myself.

“I don’t know whether or not I should be upset or proud,” Chen looks as if he’s trying to figure out the meaning of life with all the confusion on his face.

“Beyond proud,” Luhan basically climbs across the table to kiss my forehead, “Loyalty is very important, I’m happy you have so much of it.”

“I’m a bit upset that you would go to such lengths for that girl but Luhan hyung is right,” Kai gives me a small smile, “so loyal.”

“Our baby is so amazing!” Chanyeol cheers from the far end of the table, Baekhyun of course joins in on the cheers.

“Alright, boys calm down,” Xiumin gives me a smirk, “I want to hear about this fight that got our little Joo-ya a mug shot.”

“There isn’t an arrest on your record,” Suho questions.

I nod, “That’s the benefit of having Jihyo’s dad be rich and powerful, he cleaned that up in no time.”

“How long ago was this?” Lay wonders.

“Um, about seven months ago, Jihyo had convinced me to go to some random American bar that she really wanted to go to because apparently that’s where all the hot ones go. After being there for a little while some guys started getting a little too touchie with us but when we asked them to back off they didn’t listen. So we did what any normal person would do-“

Yet again I’m cut off but this time by someone who knows the story, “What you did was nowhere near a normal girl reaction. Most girls cry or threaten to call the cops but you were such a badass!” Kookie can’t hold in his excitement in.

“Calm down Kookie,” I pat the younger’s head, “You can’t just jump the build up like that. Anyway, Jihyo and I each punched the next closet guy, ducked away and watched as a bar fight began. But things got a little too crazy when the guys found us even in the mess of punches and thrown bodies.”

“What did you do?” Lay is filled with worry once again.

“We kicked them in the nuts and when they hunched down to protect their manhood we kneed them in the face. It was actually amazingly coordinated.”

“Who would have thought our baby would be such a badass?” Xiumin smiles at me with fondness.

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For the cuddlefic prompt thingie: Dipper & Mabel, missing the Falls.

Dipper wasn’t sure where Grunkle Stan had found the mattresses that lived in the attic of the Mystery Shack. If he had to guess, he’d say probably a dumpster, or some pile of discarded inventory when the mattress store downtown turned into a laser tag place. They were covered in ominous stains which Mabel gave names and personalities to and Dipper did his best to ignore, and seemed to be some strange in-between size so that Stan didn’t have any sheets that actually fit them. The springs in Mabel’s mattress were on their last legs and the ones in Dipper’s had given up long ago. When he lay down he sank into an amorphous sea of padding before landing on stiff boards. It had taken him three nights before he was tired enough to get a full night’s sleep.

Those early nights at the Mystery Shack, Dipper had lain awake thinking longingly of his bed at home, so it was fundamentally unfair that now that he was home, with his own semi-firm mattress and fitted sheets and the faint glow of streetlights outside, he couldn’t sleep. He twisted the blankets around himself, doing his best to recreate the stuffy little cocoon of softness he’d slept in all summer, but his pillow was too hard and the mattress was too even and everything was just wrong.

“Hey Dipdop.”

Dipper yelped as a green sticky hand shot over the edge of the top bunk and stuck to the side of his face.

“Mabel, what the heck!”

“Can’t sleep either, huh?”

Dipper peeled the stretchy hand off and sent it flying back. He heard a smack and a squeak and then Mabel giggled. She dangled her upper body over the side of the bed, the hand hanging off her forehead with its handle swinging back and forth over Dipper’s head.

He considered pointing out that if he had been asleep, a surprise hand attack would definitely have ensured that he didn’t stay that way, but instead he sighed. “Everything feels … weird.”

“You haven’t been having bad dreams, have you? If you do, me and Mr. Snugglesworth are on it!” She tossed a large toy dragon down at her brother.

Dipper shook his head. “No, nothing like that. It’s just … different.”

Mabel grabbed onto the bedframe and flipped herself down onto Dipper’s bed. “Well, we are older now,” she said. “And taller. And cooler! So I guess it makes sense.”

“And we did kind of help save the world,” Dipper admitted.

Mabel grinned and held up her hands for a double high-five. “Yeah! We’re the best!”

Mabel high-fives were one of the things most likely to wake their parents, so Dipper tapped her outstretched palms gently with his knuckles and whispered, “Boom!” like they used to before the summer. Grunkle Stan never really cared about how much noise they made.

There were suitcases and clothes and craft supplies scattered across their room. Maybe it would feel better once they put everything away. Right now, Dipper felt like . . . like he was in one of those alternate universes Grunkle Ford had talked about, one that was almost-but-not-quite the one he was used to. He missed that terrible half-broken mattress. He missed burned box-mix pancakes. He missed the darkness outside when he slept.

“… I miss it,” he said out loud.

“Well, yeah, doofus!” Mabel smiled and hit him, affectionately, with a pillow. Dipper laughed and pushed her away and she flopped backwards across the length of his bed.

“I don’t know …” he said, curling up against the headboard. “I’m starting to think . . . maybe you were right. About growing up not being the greatest. We’re supposed to be home, but I feel all … spread out and wobbly. And is it just going to get more like this? I mean, with high school, and college, and everyone we know splitting off to do their own thing? Who knows if we’ll even be able to keep in touch with anyone, and—”

Mabel lassoed him with the corner of his quilt and pulled him over to where she was lying, squeezing her arms around him until his eyes were watering and he had to wriggle out of her hold so that he could breathe.

“I don’t know,” Mabel said. “But you got me. And I’m preeeeeetty sure that if we stopped talking to everyone back ho—back in Gravity Falls—they’d send out some kind of lumberjack robot search party.”

The word she hadn’t quite said stung, but Mabel ploughed ahead. “It’s like … we’ve already got two homes, you know? And it’s sad because we can’t be in both of them at once but it’s also happy because … we’ve got them. And we can all have cool adventures and when we see each other again we’ll be even cooler! Like those Monster-moon things you and Candy were talking about!”

Dipper snuggled deeper into the mattress. It still didn’t feel right, but lying on it crookedly with Mabel’s weight behind him it felt … better.

“What kind of adventures will we have, though?” he said. “Eighth grade is nothing compared to hunting for monsters in the Arctic! Or running a tourist trap in a town full of actual anomalies! Or—”

“Don’t you worry, bro-bro,” said Mabel. Her voice was getting softer and he could feel her head drooping into the blankets. “Anywhere the two of us are, there’s gonna be adventures. I’m sure of it.”

Unrequited [Taeyong]

It’s official: you’re an idiot.

Your hands are still trembling and you card them through your hair, blinking hard to keep the welling tears at bay. It doesn’t work nearly as well as you’d hoped – your vision is beginning to blur, throat aching with the familiar prelude to tears.

How could you be so dumb? Had you really thought that someone like him would have feelings for someone like you? Had you honestly thought that there’d been something between the two of you, that his bright smile was reserved for you and only you?

As much as you wish the opposite, you had. You had thought he’d feel the same, that surely something could come of this – and so, confidently, you’d confessed.

“I really like you.”

The words circle in your head, mocking the throbbing pain in your chest and the tears that finally slip free and slide down your cheeks as you replay the slow disappearance of his smile, the awkward shift of his feet and clearing of his throat before he’d answered.

“I’m really sorry, [Name]-ah. But I don’t feel the same…”

“I thought you’d be here.”

You look up from your perch on the swing to lock eyes with Taeyong, who turns his attention to his phone, which is pressed to his ear. “I found her,” he says, “we’ll be back soon.”

You watch as he hangs up and tucks his phone into his pocket before he approaches, expression unreadable.

“You’re going to catch a cold,” he says, shrugging out of his jacket and leaning forward to tug your hands away from the swing’s chains and into the jacket. His touch is firm but gentle, and when he leans back, the words come tumbling out of your mouth.

“I told Taeil-oppa how I felt today.” The jacket is warm around your shoulders and smells of Taeyong – something warm and comforting – and you focus on it instead of how you can feel his eyes on your face. “He, um…doesn’t feel the same.”

“He told me,” Taeyong answers and when you look up, he’s still staring at you. “He was worried when you ran off like that.”

“Why?” You ask, hating that you sound so accusatory – but Taeyong doesn’t so much as flinch as he seats himself on the swing beside you.

“He still cares about you, [Name]-ah. It may not be the way you want him to—“ You fight hard not to flinch, wiping at your face, “—but he does care.”

“I’m sorry,” you say and he stands, offering his hand to you.

“It’s okay,” he says. “Now let’s get back before they send a search party out for both of us.”

That gets a weak smile from you as you let Taeyong tug you away from the swing, his fingers warm against your own. It’s the way its always been with Taeyong, you suppose, offering support that you’re not sure what you’d do without.  Despite the ache in your chest and the tears still cooling on your cheeks, you curl your fingers around Taeyong’s.

“Have you ever—“ You start after a few moments of walking in silence, clearing your throat before you continue, “liked someone you knew didn’t like you back?”

Taeyong doesn’t answer, attention focused on the sidewalk as he takes in the feeling of your fingers wrapped around his, committing it to memory before he sneaks a glance at you and decides that despite the tear tracks staining your cheeks, you’re still beautiful. He wants to tell you that, the words on the tip of his tongue – but he can’t, so he swallows them and offers a lie that tastes bitter on his tongue.

“No.”

George’s calls were mostly very special, just in the way he answered. He loved to slip into some character roles. I can still clearly remember a very typical George Harrison call. It was in the summer in which that horrible train accident occurred in Eschede. My family and I were just spending a relaxing vacation at an old farm by Murnau.

When we got home, our answering machine was filled with George’s calls. It must have been about twelve, spread over three days. George was, on the one hand, a quiet, peaceful man, who disliked anything hectic, on the other hand he could also display fear and be overly worried. For example, he had, over many years, an immense fear of flying, which caused him to not set foot in an airplane for a period of time.

But back to the phone calls. Call number one was, as usual, in the special Georgie German. ‘Hey, is de Klaus da? Hirr isst Admiral von Hohensteen. Melde mick surück, später… oder so.’

[i.e, Hey, is Klaus there? This is Admiral von Hohenstein. I’ll get back to you later… or something.]

Call number two: 'Ik mökte gern de Klaus spreckn. George’s here.’

[i.e. I’d like to speak to Klaus. George’s here.]

Number three the next day: 'Klaus I don’t know if you are at home. Here’s George. Ah… de guta alte Georg. You know, Mister van Schneider, ah… Georg Schneiderrr.’

[i.e. Klaus I don’t know if you are at home. Here’s George. Ah… good old George. You know, Mister van Schneider, ah… Georg Schneiderrr.]

The next calls where in a similar style, but with his voice getting higher and more impatient.

On the third day we heard George’s voice with a playfully hysterical tone. 'Klaus!!!! Where are you? I hope you haven’t been at the train in Eschede. Klaus bitta melden. I’m worrying so much. Klaus call me… Help, Hilfe!! Bitta! Call me any time, any day BUT PLEASE CALL ME BACK!’

When we listened to that tape, we were all on the floor laughing. We kept rewinding it again and again. I called him back immediately, since I knew all too well that if I didn’t, he’d get so worried he would probably send a search party out for me. I wish I had saved that tape, it would be such a funny and typical souvenir of him.’

—  Klaus Voormann on George Harrison and “Georgie-German,” translated from Warum spielst du Imagine nicht auf dem weißen Klavier, John? [x]