will be a bit of a stretch for her and challenges are good!

Klance Fic Recs, AU Settings I

Okay so I might end up making multiple parts for AU settings. This one contains mostly occupational/hobby/setting AU stuff. So unless an AU fic prominently featured a certain element, it’ll go on another list. So there are some College AUs, 2 Soulmate AUs, and maybe a few others. 

SPORTS

Olympians
house on fire by ilgaksu
When Lance McClain is eighteen, he qualifies for the Olympics.

When he’s nineteen, he meets Keith.

Correlation does not mean cause, until it totally does.

your love is bright as ever by aknightley (gymnast!Keith, swimmer!Lance)
A brief interlude in the future of the Olympic AU, Christmas with Keith and Lance and their cats.

“This always looks easier in those made for television movies,” Keith tells Blue, who rolls over and out of his lap, chasing her own bits of tinsel.

In It To Win It by Lucy_Claire
One of two things was happening right now, either Lance was having a heart attack on of the biggest day of his life, or he had just laid eyes on his Soulmate.
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Competitive swimmer Lance McClain feels his Timer counting down right when he’s about to jump in the water and finish up his race. He’s faced with two choices in this moment: Continue the race and miss meeting his Soulmate at their fateful time or abandon his life’s work for someone he never met.Lance makes his choice and has to suffer the consequence of never getting back what he missed out on. Or does he?

Swimmers
Ocean Eyes by spacezuko
Lance himself doesn’t even believe in his own abilities. He is drowning in his own pool of desire to be everything that he claims he is. Everything that he wants to be. Keith wonders if he’s broken Lance because he doesn’t say a word, his eyes filled with something opaque that Keith can’t quite pinpoint the meaning of. Lance’s eyes are a deep blue. Not the typical morning sky blue, but the kind of ocean blue one wants to drown in.

With legs like these by Queerswimming
In which Lance finds out that there’s a pool in the castle and challenges Keith to a race.

Lance did NOT think this through. Because not a single thing in this universe could’ve prepare him for the sight of Keith in nothing but a red pair of swimming trunks.

Keith has one arm bend behind his head and stretches it with the other. His back arches beautifully, presenting Lance a perfect view of his well-defined torso. At least the last thing Lance sees right before he dies are those ripped abs.

Football
Mistakes were made by Lynn1998
Lance can’t stand the captain of the football team…so why is he having sex with him?
Part 1 of skinny band nerd takes it up the ass from the beefcake football captain series

Ice Skating/Hockey
On Thin Ice (WIP) by Minadora
Once upon a time, two Canadian nerds decided to start a figure skating au about their two space sons and their wonderful misfit friends. Ten pages of headcanons later we finally put electronic pen to electronic paper and created this monstrosity.

This multi-chapter fic chronicles the lives of a hockey player named Keith who gets forcibly enlisted into figure skating lessons by his brother, Shiro, to “work on his footwork”. There he meets a pompous - yet talented - figure skater named Lance and gets swept away by both the sport and the skater.Enjoy the ride because it’s only just started.

Kiss My Ice (WIP) by delictor
Lance hasn’t skated in a year since the accident that cost him the Olympics. Keith can’t skate for shit but that doesn’t stop him from catching Lance’s attention, even when he can’t so much as stand up after falling on the ice.

‘When a person really desires something, all the universe conspires to help that person to realize his dream.’

“Soon as we’re off this ice you’re dead.” Keith’s threat is an empty one and he knows Lance can tell by the way he laughs at it.
“Serious question though, do you not know who I am?” Lance questions.
“Should I?”
“No, I guess not.” Lance shrugs. “I’m gonna twirl you, okay?”
“No, no don't—wait!” Keith cries out as he’s suddenly viewing the entire arena and his legs go rigid before colliding into Lance’s chest, his chest rising and falling with laughter, hands gripping Keith’s upper arms gently. “Put me back on land.”
“Technically, we are on land.”
“We’re on frozen water, get me off it.”

Quidditch (Non Hogwarts AU)
The Marks We Make (WIP) by wittyy_name
Lance McClain constantly dreams of the day he’ll finally meet his mysterious soulmate. They don’t say much, if anything at all, but they leave him with gorgeous paintings temporarily tattooing his skin. It’s not exactly the situation he hoped for, but when he feels the connection between them, he can’t bring himself to resent them. As much as he wishes his soulmate would just talk to him, he’s resigned himself to being patient. In the meantime, he has a loving family and good friends to help him get by.

Keith Kogane dreads the day he’ll finally meet his obnoxious soulmate. He’s just an art student who’s struggling to find his place in the world. There’s so much he hasn’t been able to control in his life, and the thought of having a soulmate, just another thing in his life which he also has no control over yet can’t do anything about, is a little terrifying. So he ignores the words that occasionally appear on his skin. He has other things to focus on: like being a new student at a big university where his childhood friend and step-brother go.

Surfers (mostly surfer!Lance)
Should I Stand Up on Fear (And Tell You How I Feel?) by Lulatic
“So, it’s really a good thing that Lance got distracted before he dragged you out there with him,” Hunk chuckled. “I guess flirting became more important than your guys’ rivalry.’

Keith blushed again, looking away with a huff. “Yeah, whatever. He’ll probably be distracted long enough that I can go back to the Castle before he decides I need some surfing lessons.”

Pidge laughed, that kind of cheeky giggle that made Keith and Hunk look over at them with wide eyes. Pidge raised a single eyebrow at Keith, grinning mischievously. “Oh, but you won’t be going back to the Castle any time soon, now will you? Not when Lance is out there, soaking wet, wearing nothing but a pair of swimming trunks.”

Pride Tide by lemoninagin
He’d stared up, watched the differing patches of sunlight play the most stunning array of colored patterns across Keith’s pale face as he grinned mischievously over him. Time slowed, his own breathing became laboured and caught in his throat.

“You can teach me, right?” Keith had asked in a shyer voice than usual, brushing the tangled mess of his windswept hair away from his eyes and cocking his head towards the boards.

Save his smile by Queerswimming
Keith wants to protect Lance’s smile and finds his answer at the beach. Starring an awkward Keith, Surfer Lance and Hunk playing a giant ice berg.

Lance caresses the wood gently. His eyes turn soft as he speaks. “My big brother taught me how to build a board.” He laughs softly. “I always messed it up though. I wasn’t patient enough to do it right.“ He taps on the wood and looks at Keith with a sad smile that knocks the breath out of Keith lungs.

“Who would have thought that I would build a surf board in space though.”

He laughs at that but Keith can tell that Lance is faking it. He always can.

Roller Derby
Like Devo by surveycorpsjean
As rival jammers, they’re rough, skating around the rink, giving bruises, bloody noses, broken ribs and snapped fingers-

But when the cops show up, Keith grabs his hand and yanks Lance into the storm drain.

And thats how they start dating.

Streetracing
Purple Lamborghini by warschach
“I need you to focus on this race. No more hate flirting with Keith as much as I enjoy it. I like winning more.”

He scoffed, “I don’t flirt.”

“Then stop saying you’re going to teach him how to ride.”

“I was talking about driving. Duh,” Lance countered with an attitude mastered purely by Valley girls and entitled customers.

“Yea, Lance it doesn’t come off like that at all. It sounds like you’re gonna fuck him.”

“I’m not.”

ARTISTS (also including Musicians and Modeling)

Photographer
Pretty Boy by MilkTeaMiku (photographer!Keith)
A pretty Spanish boy shoves a bouquet of flowers under his nose and tells him to stop and smell the roses, so Keith does.

Roommates by manamune (photographer!Lance, artist!Keith)
(13:24) Lance: Thank you!! Love you, Keith!!!

(13:55) Keith: I’m screenshotting that for the next time you deny it.

Sight for Sore Eyes by writewild
Photographer!Lance’s deadline for the magazine he works on the side for is coming up really soon, and has to search last-minute photo opportunities soon. One boy catches his eye.

Riptide by songsofthespring (photographer!keith, surfer!Lance)
Keith fumbles with the camera around his neck and lines up a shot. The boy coasting down a wave, one hand kissing the water. Keith zooms in as far as his lens will allow him. Droplets frame the boy’s brown skin and cling to his hair and chest. His eyes, little pinpricks of light from this distance, are nevertheless still recognizably as bright as the ocean itself. It looks like he could be dancing when he rides a wave; every part of his lanky frame seems to merge with the board and the ocean beneath him.

He’s beautiful.

Foreign Scenes  by bwyn
Lance has been dreaming of travelling since the first time he heard stories from his family as a child. Now, having finally the time and money to do it, he goes on a trip to Europe to see some of the most culturally rich cities on the continent. Except he keeps bumping into the same guy over and over again, in random cities, doing stupid shit, and ultimately dragging Lance into his trouble, too.

Basically an AU in which Lance and Keith become impromptu travel buddies and get into trouble.

Artist
7 Days to Fall For You by saiikavon (artist!Keith, ballerina!Lance)

Keith is an art student who mostly keeps to himself, taking note of the beauty in life but keeping his distance from it. This includes the beautiful dancer he sees across the street from his apartment…until a week-long art project pushes him to change that.

(For Klance Secret Santa 2016)

And Now You’re Mine (WIP) by Samyx914 (some artist!Keith)
“No, really. I’ve been thinking about that movie since I got up and that’s the only copy they have and I want it.”

“But, I was faster.”

“But, I want to watch it.” The stranger laughs.

“Well, you could always come home with me to watch it.” He says with a wink.

“Okay.” The stranger’s eyes widen. What the fuck, Keith? No. You don’t go home with strangers… Anymore. 

In which Keith wants to watch a movie, so he goes to find it at Walmart. When there’s only one copy left and someone else picks it up first, his only option is to go home with a stranger. Keith didn’t count on this stranger being so easy to fall for.

Visions by becca2793
"It’s funny, because as a tattoo artist he makes art that lasts pretty much forever – as far as the person who has it is concerned – but a street artist…their art lasts maybe a couple of days.”

Keith comes in for a tattoo; Lance immediately falls in love. With his art. His love for Keith comes later.

Take the Easel Way Out by svensationalist
Oh no, he’s hot, Lance thinks while he’s dying.

(Pidge elbows Lance sharply a little while later. “You’re not dying, dumbass,” they whisper. “Pay attention, the pose started.”)

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Written for klanceweek day 1, “Red/Blue”. Art class AU where Lance can’t focus because one of the new life drawing models is too attractive.

Cute as Fcuk by anonymouschupacabra
Even though he had never seen the hot guy before in the year that he’d been going to college, it was like the dam had broken, because Lance saw him everywhere. From the sculpture rooms, to the library, to the cafeteria, the guy was everywhere Lance was, and it only made it that much harder to ignore the hot buzzing he felt inside every time he saw him.

Dancers
7 Days to Fall For You by saiikavon (ballerina!Lance) see above ^

i bet you look good on the dance floor by xShieru
“So like in 'Step Up’?”
Allura shrugs. “Now that you put it like that - yes. I guess it’s just like in 'Step Up’.”
The smile that she sends Shiro’s way - followed by a shy wave, eugh - is sickening to say the least, and Lance still doesn’t believe in dance camps

.-

Lance McClain’s dancing career begins and ends with Keith.

Keith just wants to find out what Lance’s deal is.

you raise me up by rhapsodyinpink
“What, you don’t think I look like Patrick Swayze?”

Keith snickers. “Absolutely not. You are Jennifer Grey in this situation.”

“That’s a fair point. Nobody puts me in a corner,” replies Lance, nodding seriously, before his expression turns mischievous.

“So then…are you saying you want to call me Baby?”

Keith flushes red, but stands his ground as he leans in closer. “Are you saying you want me to?”

Shut Up and Dance With Me (WIP) by wittyy_name
Lance and his friends have been regulars at the Altea Dance Studio for years. Not just for classes, but to hang out, practice, and spend time with good people who love dancing. Every year, they audition to be one of the few representing Altea at the regional dance competition. Lance always auditions solo, but this year he misses out on auditions and blows his chance to participate. And so does his self-proclaimed rival, Keith.

Luckily, Shiro comes up with a brilliant plan: convince Lance and Keith to audition as a duo.

With a little convincing, and a lot of effort, these two might just be able to pull it off and go to regionals… or they might crash and burn.

Musicians
That Would Be Alright by icedsonder
And call it spur of the moment, his exacerbated pining over past few months, or even his own alcohol impaired judgment, but Keith let his inhibitions take a backseat as he took a step forward and pressed his forehead against Lance’s to sing his next lines.

“I know I’ll fall in love with you, baby”

Musically Insane by myparadisepalace
It had only taken Lance three days after becoming the blue paladin to realize there were no instruments in the castle. And even if there were, Lance figured they’d be too obscure and strange for him to be able to play.

PROFESSIONS (i.e. cops, doctors, EMTs, waiters)

Soldiers/Assassins/Spies
Counting in Code by DLanaDHZ
There was no one better in the field. The Voltron Force was efficient and deadly, and they took no new recruits. They were hand-picked, and though they didn’t always get along, they were family. Under the stress of a mission, the team counted each other as a way to calm down and focus. But Keith couldn’t count, because counting meant he knew where everyone was, and right now all he had was a pair of bloody dog tags in place of his partner.

blink if you want me by xShieru
He wakes up to Pidge’s face hovering above him. “You gotta stop running into him like this.”
“Dude, he fucking shot me.”
“I know. We saw.”

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A hitmen AU wherein two thirsty assholes fall for each other and then jeopardize their respective missions because of it.

Retail/Food (waiters/cashiers/clerks)
Melt With You by dumpsterdiva
If you ask Keith what summer means to him, he’ll say shitty weather, a bag of quarters, sticky blue raspberry kisses, and not-quite-midnight sandwiches.

Summer job AU at the pier feat. Keith as a shaved ice slave and Lance as an aquarium camp counselor.

You Dropped a Bomb by quartetship
Lance loved his job.

OR: The Klance LUSH au

Tollbooth Operator
Drive Me Crazy by battleshidge
Keith stared blankly at the tollbooth operator for a moment before trying to stifle a groan. Somehow, he always managed to get the booth with the flirtatious attendant, a lanky brown-haired man with clear blue eyes and a confident grin. It didn’t matter that he changed what lane he went through—at least three times a week on his way home from work, Keith was forced to suffer through the horrendous flirts that this man tossed his way.

Taxi Driver
Finish What You Started by battleshidge
“You were right,” Keith breathed, looking up at Lance with a fire in his eyes. “I did start this,” he lifted his chin, pressing a soft kiss to Lance’s jaw. And another. And another. Lance thought it was torture—sweet, sweet torture. And then that challenge sparked in Keith’s eyes again as he asked, tone low and resonant, “Are you going to finish it?”

Pizza Delivery
You Stole a Pizza My Heart by KaSaPe
Keith just wanted a pizza. The cute delivery boy with the weird grin and stupid flirting (?) had other plans.

Or: Keith just doesn’t get Lance’s flirting. At all.

Lifeguards
six foot dive (WIP) by shizuoh
“I’m bisexual,” Lance says.

Keith furrows his eyebrows. “Good… for you?”

“I’d like to buy you a drink,” he starts, and grins, “and then get sexual.”

Keith shoves him into the water.

(or: lance and his family go to california for a two-month vacation. cue hot lifeguard keith gyeong-kogane.)

Lessons by amycoolz and SylviaW1991
Keith has been nothing but a thorn in Lance’s side since the mullet-haired ass first walked into the classroom. But when he decides to get himself shoved into the deep end and, wow, can’t even swim, Lance has to save his pretty self and then Pidge volunteers him to teach Keith how to swim. Great. Just great.

Nurse
Racing Heartbeats and Hospital Bedsheets by screwtodayimsleeping (nurse!Keith)
Me: Hunk
Me: Buddy
Me: emergency!!!!
HunkyBae: what’s up, lance? Are they not letting you out of the hospital yet?
Me: HUNK
Me: the male nurse that took my blood was probably the sexiest person i’ve ever seen
Me: and im literally wearing two sheets as an outfit

BUSINESSES (e.g. Coffeeshop, flower shop, animal shelter)

Office
eyes wide to you with wonder by aknightley
Keith doesn’t dislike his job, but he definitely dislikes Lance. Probably. Maybe.

“Coran thinks you’ll bang at the Christmas party but I think that’s giving you guys way too much credit,” Pidge says thoughtfully. “Hunk is a romantic. He thinks Lance is gonna ask you out any day now. I think he’s got a week or so before he owes me like a hundred bucks.”

“Pidge, what the fuck?” Keith says, flustered. He nudges them again with his foot, this time slightly harder. They scowl at him, swatting him away. “Why would you bet on me and Lance?”
Part 1 of Office AU

Flower Shop
i’ll gift you the stars by Kyoshu_Koi
Flowers and stars. At least they were giving him things he liked.

Cactus by PinkHitman
When Keith moves from the desert in the middle of ass backwards nowhere, to plop in the middle of the big city, he doesn’t expect to instantly grow fond of the tall, endearing, jerk across the street. But it’s hard not to see roses when said person works in a flower shop.

Arcade
got game by warschach
Lance hates his job until the one day he doesn’t.

Bakery
you’re so sweet; will you be mine?  by jojotext
A new bakery pops up right across the street from Lance’s bakery.

In which Lance is an idiot, Keith is an asshole, and Pidge is the next Dr. Phil.

Coffeeshop
nothing’s quite as sweet by dimpleforyourthoughts and thebrotherswinchester
Keith is a barista who hates his job. Lance works at the cat shelter across the street.

SOCIAL MEDIA (Tumblr AU, bloggers, Youtubers, gamers)

Youtubers
you had me at merlot by DJAlien
“Oh my God,” Lance says as he covers his face. Keith’s tinny voice blares from his laptop speakers: “What do you call a fake noodle? An impasta.” See, this joke might have been funny if someone charismatic and charming had said it, but Keith’s flat voice and even flatter expression effectively kidnaps, tortures, and then decapitates any chance of it being remotely humorous.

Keith accidentally starts a YouTube channel. Lance, of course, refuses to be left out. It goes about as well as you’d expect. (Ft. copious amounts of wine and a truly shameless number of references to MyDrunkKitchen, DailyGrace, and general pop culture)

The Boyfriend Tag by theoddpacolypse
Keith and Lance are famous YouTubers, along with the rest of their friends, and though they consider each other “rivals” in some ways, they are actually incredibly close. So close that they are actually dating in secret and constantly dropping hints to their fans, whom desperately want them together.
Part 1 of What Happens on Youtube series

Gamers
Next Level (WIP) by battleshidge
“Dammit, Blue, don’t die on us yet! We only just started!”

Red’s voice snapped in his ears, and Lance cursed under his breath. He tried to backpedal quickly, but being flat on his back with the enemy looming above made for certain movement limitations. On top of that, he was already injured, and he could see the red patch spreading across his thigh. He could really use some of Hunk’s portable healing pods, that was for sure. And that, Lance observed, was a very nasty looking knife that was about to plunge straight through his chest.

Well, shit.

Effect: +100% Love, -100% Logic (WIP) by manamune
In the real world, Lance is barely making it by in his senior year. He’s failing most of his classes and is only one more fuck up away from being kicked off the swim team.

In the virtual reality game Voltron, Lance lives an entirely different life as the internationally-known Blue, an archer with impeccable aim. He’s filthy rich, has a trillion friends, and is a part of the most feared guild in the game.There’s just one problem: he’s madly in love one of his guildmates, Red.

Things begin to go downhill when a kid who acts suspiciously similar to Red transfers to Lance’s school.

Bloggers
a recipe for two by battleshidge
He wondered, briefly, what the look on Lance’s face would be if he actually did say yes.

It’s Mutual (Follow Back Already) by JessicaMDawn
At twenty-four, Keith decides to figure out what this 'tumblr’ thing is. It’s confusing at first, but Keith learns to have fun with it with help from a few new friends. AKA Keith’s adventures on tumblr.

@whoacanada posted this, and I’ve seen it a few times now, and finally caught a bit of time so this happened. also tagging @especially-shitty @audiaphilios @pale-silver-comb and @rhysiana who I’ve either seen reblog this, or think will enjoy it. Maybe a birthday present for @iboatedhere too.

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There’s a figure skating exhibition in Montréal which Bob is guest announcing at, so the whole Zimmermann fam goes to watch.

Jack is still in his in between phase of adolescence, not quite grown into his limbs, face still rounded with the last bits of stubborn childhood fat. His whole body still a little too large, and his confidence bowed under the extra weight and his blooming anxiety about his future, his sexuality, and life as the child of two incredibly successful, beautiful people.

But underneath that, is a clever, witty, ridiculous flirty man waiting for an opportunity to present itself.

Enter one Eric R. Bittle. Just over five and a half feet of lean muscle and able to move it all with a speed and grace that leaves Jack breathless. Watching Eric skate, watching him bring the story of his music to life in sweeping arcs and gravity defying jumps and spins, is a revelation. Jack loses himself in the sparkling whirlwind of movement and glowing blond hair that is Eric Bittle.

When his routine ends, in a glorious final spin that leaves Eric with outstretched arms and his head thrown back, a triumphant smile on his face, Jack is mesmerized by the line of Eric’s neck and the way he can see the heavy breaths Eric is taking. Jack can feel his heart beating in time with the rise and fall of Eric’s chest. When Eric looks up, he looks radiant, and he looks right at Jack. The full impact of his smile hits Jack right in the gut.

He must make a sound, because Alicia looks at him with a knowing gleam in her eyes and asks “Ça'va, cher?” Jack can only nod, eyes glued to Eric’s figure as he makes his way off the ice. He misses Alicia’s grin, but takes comfort in the arm she wraps around his shoulder, difficult with the way he’s almost taller than her now, even at 16, but still nice.

He’s not entirely sure how, but he ends up in the hallway outside the locker room with his parents. Bob is talking with the skaters as they come out, Jack mostly a silent presence, making awkward attempts at conversation when addressed and getting slightly irritated at the way everyone looks at him like he’s adorable despite them mostly being not much older than him. (He’d checked Eric’s age at least, and was incredibly pleased that he was the same age.)

Then, Eric is just. There. In front of him. Smiling that same sunshiny smile that is even more spectacular up close. From this close, Jack can see the warm honey and bourbon flecks in Eric’s big brown eyes, and how they radiate kindness. He feels like he’s taking up too much space, feels all the clumsiness in his limbs that only seems to disappear when he’s playing hockey.

When Eric speaks, his accent catches Jack off guard, but in a good way. It makes him feel warm and soft, and he hopes he isn’t blushing.

“Hello Mr and Mrs Zimmermann, it is such an honor to meet you! I’ve followed both of your careers, and y'all are such an inspiration!” Eric’s exuberance makes Jack smile, he feels it stretch across his face and can’t even be embarrassed about it because when Eric looks at him Jack sees it reflected back at him.

“Oh. Hello! You’re Jack, right? The next Zimmermann to watch out for?” He says it with sincerity, and a hint of a chirp, and Jack doesn’t feel any of the pressure he usually does when people talk about his legacy.

He takes just a second too long to reply, and his dad nudges his arm a little to get his attention. He catches a smirk on Bob’s face in his peripheral vision, and a quick wordless exchange between his parents, and has a sudden flash of his dad telling him about how he wooed his mom by speaking to her in French at any given opportunity.

So when Jack responds, a second or two past what’s strictly socially acceptable but not so long it’s awkward, he can only say “Bonjour, Eric,” as he presents his hand, almost sighing when Eric slips his own surprisingly soft hand into Jack’s, shaking it with a firm grip and a smile still on his face. “Vous étiez incroyable.”

He’s vaguely aware that he should be mortified, but Eric’s cheeks turn a delightful pink and it makes something in Jack want to rise to the challenge of keeping the color there.

“Oh my,” Eric laughs, “You can call me Bitty, Jack. Though I must admit my French is terrible, merci beaucoup.” His accent is quite awful, really, but when Jack notices their hands are still together, that they’re just holding hands now, he can only grin wider.

“De rien, Bitty.” Bitty looks down slightly, notices their hands and his eyes widen. He looks up at Jack from under his impressively thick lashes with a look of wonder on his face.

Bitty mutters what sounds like “Oh, lord,” and Jack chuckles under his breath.

Jack couldn’t agree more. So he squeezes Bitty’s hand and says just quietly enough that Bitty has to lean in a little “D’accord.”

Everything Has Changed (Part Four)

Summary: In which everything changes when you discover Bucky’s true feelings for you in a very unconventional manner.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,707

Part Three

Originally posted by bucky-plums-barnes

Deciding to join the Avengers was no easy task. Before informing Fury of your final choice, you had to carefully weigh the pros and cons. When you did, it was obvious that there were more bad outcomes than good if you chose to work alongside Earth’s mightiest heroes. There were missions whose varying lengths were as unpredictable as when you’d be told about their existence. There was the never-ending list of injuries that would leave lasting negative effects on your body. Then there was the fact that you’d become a public figure, which would give the media the incorrect assumption that they could magnify and dissect all of your actions.

It all seemed like too much, but it wasn’t enough to scare you away. You wanted the job. You wanted to be an Avenger.

At least that’s what you thought.

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Title: Home

Summary: Dean Winchester didn’t know what having a home felt like. Not until he met her, anyway.

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester (briefly)

Word count: 1418

Warnings: This is pure, unadulterated fluff (with tiny, light references to sex because Dean can’t help himself, okay?)

Author’s Note: This is my submission for @atari-writes‘ Birthday Challenge. Amber, thank you so, so much for letting me participate and granting me an extension for this. I’m glad I took my time with it because I kind of love how it turned out.

My prompt for this were “I hate to see you leave but love to watch you go. ‘Cause of your butt.” from The Office and “You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this…”  from Parks And Recreation

Enjoy <3

Originally posted by supernaturalfreewill


Dean isn’t sure he knows what having a home feels like.

He remembers he used to have one, of course, back when the monsters and the demons weren’t a part of his life, but that was ruined the moment they killed his mother and burned his childhood to the ground, and he’s certain that he wouldn’t want to go back, even if he could.

He never settled after that, never stayed in one place long enough to call it home, but that doesn’t matter anyway, because, to him, home isn’t really a place. He has heard the sayings, after all, knows that, for most people, home is where the heart is.

That’s the thing though; Dean is not most people and he doesn’t believe love’s something that can be measured. His heart, he knows, is not at one place; it’s strapped to his brother’s existence, but there are parts of it, bloody and weathered, that have stayed with his parents, and others that belong to the friends he’s come to consider family, both the ones he’s lost and the ones that are still around.

So, yeah, perhaps Dean has many homes but it never feels like it, never feels like he truly belongs somewhere other than the Impala. There, holding the steering wheel, with the scent of leather and whiskey and dry blood filling his senses and a classic rock song blasting through the speakers, he feels free.

And yet, there’s something missing.

He can feel it in moments like this, moments when he’s returning back to the bunker with his brother after a fun night out because everything around him is still and nobody needs saving, and he wants to feel happy, wants to feel content and at peace, but he can’t.

And then, he sees her.

She’s fallen asleep on the sofa, dressed in that ridiculous cable-knit cardigan of his that she seems to love, the book she’d been reading for the past few weeks still in her hand and she’s so beautiful and stunningly innocent in that moment, so vulnerable and strong all at once, that he can’t help the smile that tugs at his lips.

“You’re disgustingly in love with her.” Sam announces, barely able to contain his amusement when the tips of his brother’s ears flush pink. “You know that, right?”

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So, what’s for breakfast? - Tom Holland Imagine.

|| summary: morning sex with tom!!

|| author’s note: smut!! this was requested by an anon, you weren’t very specific on what you wanted - hope you enjoyed the direction i went :)

The, annoyingly familiar, sound of a loud ping drags you out of a deep sleep. Squinting one eye open, you peer over at the bedside table, raising your head slightly. A message from your mom has lit up your phone screen.

Hey baby, just checking in. I didn’t see you before you left, and Janice said she saw Tom and you leaving in a hurry. Hope everything’s okay, pumpkin. Love you x

A small smile quirks up the sides of your lips as you drop your head again. Turning onto your back, you stretch out your tender limbs, relaxing their tense state from the interesting night you had before. You can’t help your grin, as you begin recalling the events from the previous evening.

Tom and you, had attended your mom’s friend’s wedding. It was her third marriage, so everyone there was at least in their early thirties - except for you two. To make things more interesting, Tom had decided to play a game of cat and mouse - seeing who could tease the other more.

It ended, how those games usually end, in a lot of sexual frustration. Not being able to bear it any longer, the two of you hurried home after cake was served. You wish you could say you made it until then, but admittedly - you had sex in Tom’s car… still in the parking lot. Tom also had you in the walkway of your apartment… and on this bed.

Your lips quirk up in a micheavous smile, as you reminisce on all the things he did to you. Sighing contentedly, you look over to find you’re unaccompanied in bed. You sit up, causing the blankets to fall to your waist, reminding you that you’re still naked. You shuffle out of bed, grabbing Tom’s discarded button up off the floor, as you head into the bathroom.

Taking one look at yourself in the mirror, you immediately blush crimson. Instinctively, your thighs squeeze together as your eyes flick over all the marks on your body. You have multiple hickies on your neck, breasts, and stomach. Closing your eyes briefly, you allow yourself to reimagine Tom’s skilled mouth on your body.

Shaking your head, you bring yourself back to reality, as you slip Tom’s shirt over your shoulders - cuffing the selves and buttoning all, but the top four, buttons; so’s to reveal a tantalizing amount of cleavage. Noting that the shirt stops just above your mid thigh, you decide on not wearing panties. You quickly wash your face, and brush your teeth, before wandering out to the kitchen.

As soon as you reach the hallway, you’re met with the irreplaceable smell of brewing coffee. A hint of a smile tugs at your lips, as you continue down the hall. You peak around the corner, and are met with the welcome sight of Tom’s naked back. His perfectly sculptured backside, is enough to get you excited and weak in the knees. He’s dressed in nothing, but your favorite pair of his sweats - the grey ones. Tiptoeing over to him, you wrap your arms around his waist, startling him a bit.

“Good morning, sunshine.” Tom smiles, looking down at you, over his shoulder.

“Morning.” You smile at innocently up at him, before tugging his coffee cup out of his hand, and pulling it around him.

He turns to face you, as you take a few steps back, his left eyebrow raising in question. Leaning against the kitchen island, you continuing to sip his coffee and smile at him. “Sleep okay?” He asks, crossing his arms over his chest, watching you intently. You nod, pulling the cup away from your lips. “You?” He shrugs and purses his lips. “It was alright.”

Your mouth pops open at his audacity, causing you to scoff. “Ass.” You tease. “Excuse me?” Tom challenges, uncrossing his arms. You shake your head, and hand him back his coffee. Walking over to fridge, you make sure to tease him alittle by swaying your hips.

Opening its doors, you get on your tiptoes to explore the fridge’s condiments, allowing his shirt to raise even further up your thighs. “So,” you sigh. “What’s for breakfast?” Suddenly, warm hands are making their way up your thighs to grip your waist. “You.” Tom growls, inches from your ear, his hot breath tickling your neck.

Before your brain can process this, Tom lifts, and then, places you on the kitchen island. You gasp at the sudden sensation, of the cool surface against your heated skin, and Tom takes this opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. One of his hands falls to the small of your back, holding you against him, while the other reaches up to cup your face - controlling the kiss. Immediately, your legs wrap around his waist and pull him forward, to close the distance between the two of you.

You moan at the friction you feel against his sweats, and begin grinding your hips into it. The feeling of his clothed erection, against your exposed skin is a unexpectedly heady sensation. You hear him groan into your mouth, as his tongue massages against yours. Breaking away from the kiss, Tom nips at your lower lip, before untangling himself from you.

You move to protest, until you see him turn and reopen the fridge, digging through it. After a beat, he turns to face you with a bottle of carmel sauce in his hand. Your eyebrows furrow together, as he dips his index and middle finger into the container. “I told you,” he explains, “you’re going to be breakfast.”

When your mouth pops open, Tom places his two covered fingers on your bottom lip. “Suck.” He says, watching you intently, his eyes heated. Saying nothing, you grab his hand and bring his index finger into your mouth, sucking hard. You hear his sharp intake of breath, and watch as his bottom lip gets caught between his teeth. Your tongue swirls around his finger, before you pull it out of your mouth, and nibble at the tip of it. He watches, as you then take his middle finger into your mouth, repeating the same motion as before.

To be extra thorough, you pull both fingers into your mouth as your tongue flicks up the sides, and in between them. Tom licks his lips as you pull his fingers out your mouth, kissing the tips of them. “Good girl.” Tom rasps, as he leans down to kiss you, his hand trailing down your body. You moan into his mouth, when his fingers slide past your wet folds and then slip inside of you. “Jesus, Tom.” You groan, tilting your head back at the welcome sensation. His fingers curl inside you, as his thumb circles your clit. “Baby, you’re so fucking wet for me.” You close your eyes, as Tom leans down to kiss your neck - retracing his marks from last night.

Suddenly, he pulls his fingers out of you, causing you to whimper in protest. Your eyes flicker open, “Why’d you stop?” Looking up, you find Tom sucking his fingers clean, his eyes are closed as he savors each finger’s taste of you. “Because, I wanted a taste. I’m hungry.” You blink up at him, as his arm snakes around your waist, pulling you back upright.

His fingers begin unbottoning your(his) shirt, slowly working their way down. Once the shirt is undone, he uses his index finger to push it open, revealing your naked body to him. He clicks his tongue as he eyes you up and down. “You are so fucking beautiful. You know that?” You blush, feeling his intense gaze on you, and your eyes avoid him by looking up at ceiling.

A cold, thick, liquid draining down your chest calls your attention back down. Tom has begun dripping the carmel sauce down your chest, allowing it spill over your breasts and down your stomach. Your nipples harden at the cool tempature, and you bite your lip in anticipation.

“You’re going to taste so good, pretty girl.” Tom admits idly, his eyes growing in hunger as they watch the sauce work it’s way down your chest. After a beat, he pushes you onto your back and pulls your body down - so half of you is sprawled on top of the counter, while the other half wraps around his waist to hold itself up. Using one arm he holds you up, while the other rests on the counter to balance the two of you in this position.

His tongue instantly starts on your collarbones, slowly working his way across them to lick up all of the carmel. One of your hands falls down, to help prop yourself up, and the other digs into his hair, before sliding down his back and flattening against it - holding him close. “God, Tom. You’re so good.” You encourage, as his mouth continues lower, his tongue working it’s way over the tops of your breasts. “Tell me, darling,” Tom breathes against your skin, “tell me how good it feels.” His mouth restarts its process, sucking along the sides of your breasts and working their way in.

“So good, Tom.” You moan. “Please.” You beg, not sure exactly what you want, just knowing you don’t want him to stop. Ever. He pulls one of your breasts into his mouth, and his tongue begins rolling over your nipple. “Fuck.” You groan, as your hips buck up suddenly, grinding against his growing erection. He moans around your nipple, before pulling it out of mouth and working his way over the other breast - repeating the same process.

Once he pulls that breast out of his mouth, you cup the back of his neck and tug his mouth to yours. His lips are sticky, and he tastes of carmel and coffee. Your tongue is greedy for him, as it slips into his mouth, massaging against him. He exhales heavily, as his hand holding the two of you up, reaches to cup your face. You both fall back onto the island, as Tom’s hands slips under your shirt to hold your backside. You hardly notice the contact your head made with rough island surface, as your hands trail down his back to cup his ass, making him grind against your heat.

Please, Tom.” You mumble against his lips, and he knows exactly what you want. Holding himself up with one hand, he leans down with the other to tug his sweats off enough to free his hardened length. Wasting no time, Tom slides into you with ease and groans loudly as your insides clench around him. “Fuck,” he groans, closing his eyes briefly as he props himself onto his elbows.

You moan loudly as his hips swirl against yours, before beginning to thrust back and forth. Your arms loop around his neck, your breasts raising and falling as he reaches a more punishing rhythm. You feel your muscles begin tightening and the familiar heat grow in your stomach.

Suddenly, Tom leans up into a standing position and pulls you to edge of the counter. Dropping one of your legs to the side, and pulling the other higher up his waist, he begins hitting you at a new and deeper spot. You gasp, and throw your head back, your hips bucking against his to meet his new pace. One of your hands falls down to the counter, to hold yourself up, while the other wraps around Tom’s shoulders.

Leaning down, Tom takes your mouth in his as you feel yourself building again. One of Tom’s hands reaches down between you, and his thumb begins circling your clit. Your toes curl and you break away from the kiss to groan loudly. His hips and thumb continue their same momentum, and he has to snake his arm around your back to keep you up right, as your orgasm rips through you. “Tom, oh my god. Yes.” You’re practically screaming at this point, but you don’t care, your orgasm is too powerful to control yourself. “Shit, baby. God.” Tom’s head falls to the crook of your neck as he continue his same thrusts, pushing himself over the edge.

His hips grow sloppy, as he rides both of you through your highs, before he collapses against you, causing both of you to fall back. You stay like this, as you catch your breath; his head on your chest, and your fingers stroking his naked back. “Holy fuck.” He mumbles, standing straight, and pulling his sweats up. “I know.” You agree, rebuttoning your shirt - ignoring the feeling of sticky carmel on your skin.

“How’s that for breakfast?” Tom grins, leaning down to kiss you sweetly. You shrug and purse your lip, mimicking him earlier. “It’s alright.” Tom rolls his eyes, before kissing your hair. You hop off the island and stretch out your limbs. “So, really,” you say opening the fridge and glancing over at Tom. “What’s for breakfast?”

KIAN LAWLEY X READER

Jealous

anon request:  can you do a Kian lawley imagine where you guys are dating and your a youtuber and you do the yoga challenge with someone like Trevor or some other youtuber and Kian, JC, and Ricky are watching you guys and you guys get really close and Kian gets jealous but then you tell him that he’s the only one that gets to kiss you and it’s really fluffy THANK YOU !!!

photo creds: sensualkisses.tumblr.com

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“Owowowow,” you strained as Trevor adjusted your leg on his shoulder.

“I CAN’T SEE PAST YOUR BOOBS,” Trevor yelled from above you.

“We can do it,” you assured him, turning to check your position in the viewfinder.

Ricky snorted from the couch, and pulled out his phone. “(Y/N), stretch your arm out further,” he said, recording you.

You did as Ricky said, pleased to see that you were successful in recreating the yoga pose, but not for long. You began to shake violently under Trevor’s weight.

“I swear, if you even think of dropping me-” Trevor began.

You shook beneath him, your leg slipping, causing you to roll sideways, with Trevor collapsing on top of you. His hands flew out, grasping your hips as you toppled downwards in a fit of laughter.

“Ha ha,” Kian said sarcastically, “You can let go of her now.”

“Okay man,” Trevor laughed, offering you a hand back up.

You hopped back in place, “Okay, last one,” you panted in exhaustion.

JC stared at the computer screen, a smirk spreading across his smug face, “This one.”

“JC!” you groaned, looking at the extremely complicated position he’d chosen out.

“We got this!” Trevor laughed, bouncing up happily on his heels.

Kian glared at the screen, his arms folded over his chest, “I can find you a better one,” he offered grimly.

You sighed and shook your head with a laugh, “We got this,” you said, giving Trevor a big high five.

The pose required one person to lie on their back with their legs in the air as someone else climbed up over their legs, suspended in the air as they would rest their head on the first person’t feet, and their legs held up by them, too.

“Bottom,” called Trevor.

“Thanks for giving me the complicated part,” you grumbled under your breath.

Trevor slid into place, raising his feet up, “Get on me,” he smirked.

You snorted and slapped his foot, “Shut up.”

You hoisted yourself onto Trevor’s feet, and his hands came to your sides as he helped you up. He squeezed your sides causing you to writhe in frustration, “I’m ticklish!” you snapped.

“I know,” he smiled and slid his hands down to help push you up.

Kian glared daggers at Trevor, “Hey pal, wanna get your hands off my girlfriend’s ass?”

“His hands aren’t-” you started. “Never mind,” you corrected yourself.

JC tilted his head to get a better angle, “We should do this challenge together, (Y/N),” he grinned.

Kian gave JC a shove with a roll of his eyes.

“Sorry,” Trevor yawned lazily, fixing you into the right spot over him.

“Bit more,” you said.

You arched your back, Trevor taking your feet in his hands, his eyes blinking up at you.

“Have we done it!?” you exclaimed.

“Wooo,” Ricky hollered, “You bet!”

“Really? I think we should stay like this a second longer to make sure we’re doing it right,” Trevor teased.

“Let me down now,” you giggled.

“Oookay,” Trevor said, letting you fall from the air suddenly.

You yelped out, crumpling onto Trevor’s chest in a heap.

His hands shot up, catching you at the last second and holding you to his front.

“Jerk” you laughed and nudged him with your foot.

Trevor rolled across the floor so that he had you pinned beneath him.

“Please like this video,” you gasped for air, “And subscribe if you want Trevor to GET OFF ME!” you writhed.

“Okay, video over, good job,” Kian said, shutting off the camera.

“Buzzkill,” Trevor raised his eyebrow’s at Kian.

“How bout’ you let me go?” you panted.

“But tickling you is more fun,” Trevor complained, his hands pinching your sides.

You burst out into uncontrollable giggles, your head turning this way and that as you begged Trevor to let you go.

Without warning the pressure on your belly was gone, and you sat bolt upright in confusion. Trevor lay sprawled on the floor, and Kian stood above you, his hand extended.

“My hero,” you smiled and accepted his hand.

Kian smiled weakly, pulling you up from the ground and into his chest. You knocked his front, your head sliding over his shoulder, his own two arms slinking around your waist.

“Mm,” you cooed into his chest, startled by the affection.

JC whispered something at Ricky, who laughed and nodded.

“What?” Kian snapped at them.

“Is someone a bit of a jealous boyfriend?” JC challenged him.

Kian grimaced, releasing you and spinning towards JC, his nostrils flared.

“Come at me,” JC laughed, standing.

Kian made a move to shove JC, but you grabbed his wrist before he could.

“Kian, calm down,” you hissed.

Kian brought his brown eyes back down to yours, his body relaxing a bit. He sighed and shook his head sadly, before simply walking right out the room.

You pouted at a pleased looking JC, “Thanks alot.”

You followed Kian into his bedroom, where he sat perched on the edge of his bed.

“Hey,” you tried.

Kian ran his long fingers through his dark hair, his smile forced, “Hey.”

You sighed and gently shut the door behind you, sinking onto the floor on your knees before Kian.

He kept his eyes glued to his lap, so you bent forward and pecked his rosy lips gingerly to get his attention.

“Talk to me,” you whispered softly, placing a hand in his lap.

Kian’s lips twitched as he entwined his fingers in yours, his gaze holding yours.

“Don’t think badly of me,” he spoke nervously.

“Never would think of it,” you smiled and squeezed Kian’s hand lightly.

“I’m..I don’t know,” he paused, “I don’t like seeing you so close to other guys.”

You raised an eyebrow with a small laugh, “Really?”

Kian blushed furiously, “I don’t want to be the jealous boyfriend.”

“Are you?” you asked.

Kian coughed nervously, shrugging, “Yeah, I am.”

“Kian,” you giggled, pulling him close to your face, “Look at me.”

His eyes sad, he opened his mouth, but you cut him off.

“Babe,” you smiled, “it’s okay to be jealous. But you have to know that I will never think of anyone the way I think of you. You, Kian Lawley, are mine, and only mine.”

Kian’s cheeks warmed under your cold fingertips.

“These lips,” you said, tracing your fingers gently around his mouth, “Mine.”

“Those eyes,” you smiled warmly, “Mine.”

“Every little thing about you, the good, and the bad, are mine,” you breathed.

Kian’s familiar smile crept up on his lips, “I’m the luckiest guy in the whole wide world, so I guess I’m just scared someone else will see what I see in you.”

You shook your head with a laugh, “Doesn’t matter, that won’t change the fact that I only want to be with you.”

Kian chuckled, swinging his head down and back up, his eyes glowing again.

“Wanna show me I’m yours?” he smirked cheekily.

“There’s my boyfriend,” you grinned, bending into his lips. You lifted yourself from your crouched position, Kian’s arms coming around your waist and pulling you up gently into his lap. You wrapped your legs around Kian’s waist, perched in his lap as your lips collided. You slid your arm’s around his neck, smiling into the feeling of his lips on yours, your fingers weaving through Kian’s hair. Kian pressed himself into you, his lips curving happily as they brushed against yours.

You pulled back, your eyes closed, but smiling wide.

Before you could open your eyes, Kian’s hands came to the small of your back, forcing you to bend back into him. He dropped a kiss on your lips, nose, forehead, and any skin he could reach. Your skin grew bright from the warmth of his lips all over your face. You opened your eyes, meeting Kian’s round and unblinking one’s. 

“I liked that,” you said, your eyes flickering across Kian’s face.

Kian did his adorable little lip bite that melted your heart into a puddle. 

“Then why stop?” he murmured.

Feel the Fear and Do it Anyway (Bill Skarsgard X Reader)

Requested: Hello!! :) hope you’re having a great day! I was wondering if you could make an imagine where you are watching ‘IT’ for the first time with Bill but you hate clowns. Kept up the good work!

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1665

A/N: Thanks for requesting hopefully this is what you wanted - I know it is a bit different, but I really enjoyed writing this!

Originally posted by eternalmikaelson

All her life, Y/N saw herself as a coward. She was a coward during the first grade spelling bee, during every exam or test, during her first date, during college tours, during everything. During every somewhat challenging situation her heart would begin to race, her hands would become clammy, and her mouth would become ickily dry. No matter how much she recited ‘this too shall pass’ to herself, the mantra never seemed to stick.

A few years back, Y/N decided to make peace with her cowardice and therefore come to terms that she was just destined to lead a boring, dull life. No airplanes (it could crash!), no public-speaking (what would everyone think of her?!), no walking atop the space needle (heights!). Which was fine. It was fine with her.

This epiphany (as it was just her luck) took place a year before Bill entered her life. A daring and fearless character, hell, the man was a regular Nik Wallenda. While she spent her days alone answering phones in a cubicle, he was out pursing his dream in one of the most difficult industries out there. If she ever asked him about it, she knew he’d laugh. He’d clutch his stomach and laugh aloud and say, “Yes how courageous of me to go to forty auditions a week and get none of them”. She wouldn’t reply, but in her head she would think, that is exactly my point.

Her cowardice was even the root of most of their arguments. Even though the majority of their disagreements dealt with silly things like forgetting to buy Bill’s peach smelling soap or printer ink, some, however, were very much real. Those debates could be so loud it rattled the ceiling above them and quaked the floor beneath them.

When Bill got the role of Pennywise the argument they had was earth shattering.

“I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU’RE TELLING ME NOT TO TAKE THIS! I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMETHING LIKE THIS FOR MY ENTIRE CAREER!” Bill yelled, he was blue in the face already from screaming and he had stretched to his full height of 6’4. He was still dressed in his plaid yellow pajama pants and an old t-shirt from Y/N’s cousin’s wedding (‘Laura and Tom Forever’ was hardly visible now that he had worn it and washed it countless times). He reached over Y/N’s shoulder and roughly poured coffee into his mug. The hot coffee splashed all over the floor, burning the tips of Y/N’s toes.

“I’M NOT SAYING THAT YOU SHOULDN’T TAKE IT, BILL!” Y/N countered, ignoring the dull pain in her toes. “I’M SAYING THAT MAYBE YOU SHOULD THINK TWICE ABOUT HOW GREAT THIS IS! HOW OFTEN DO YOU THINK WE’LL SEE EACH OTHER ONCE FILMING STARTS HM? ONCE A WEEK? THAT - IS - NOT - GOOD - ENOUGH!” The thing about Y/N (and most cowards for that matter) was that she could never let an argument go. Once she started she was like a ball rolling down a hill. She couldn’t ever walk away for fear of what might happen if she did; would he walk away too?

“I THINK WE’LL WORK IT OUT! HONESTLY YOU’RE JUST BEING SELFISH AS ALWAYS!” Bill screeched back, but as he used his arms to gesture the rest of the coffee in the mug spilt onto the floor. Y/N jumped and retreated but, if she were to be honest, she wasn’t quite sure if it was because of the coffee or because of the vile in Bill’s words. Selfish as always, he had said. Though they had made up eventually, after cleaning the coffee and apologizing to one another profusely, she couldn’t get those words out of the back of her mind. Like a ghost they followed her, when Bill came home for the first time since filming started, Selfish as always, when she met the cast of the Loser’s Club, Selfish as always, when Y/N went to set to see Bill, Selfish as always. Perhaps it was in the nature of the cowards, to be selfish, always fearing the ultimate thing as they watched their own backs.

So Y/N tried to make peace with that development too.

“Hey honey,” Bill murmured as he leant down to peck Y/N’s buttery lips. She had just gotten off the plane, her pillow still hanging around her neck and headphones spilling from her ears, she lugged a heavy carry on bag. “Let me get that for you,” Bill said, still just as quiet as he attempted to grab the handle of the case but Y/N immediately used her right hand to pull it away from his helpful grasp.

“I got it babe,” Y/N replied, rubbing her boyfriend’s shoulder comfortingly with her free hand. He looked at her, eyebrows furrowed, lips apart for only a moment, before shaking it off and telling her all about his day (“I told you about how I was nervous for that scene but Andy said to just…”). Y/N listened carefully, trying to hang onto every word to ask him about later. As Bill spoke on and on and on, Y/N nodded, laughed, smiled at what she hoped were all appropriate times. She dragged her suitcase along the cold floor of the airport, finally reaching the sliding glass entrance doors which revealed a cloudy scene. There were plenty of places she would’ve rather been then cloudy and rainy Vancouver (take for example sunny California), but Bill had wanted her here to experience the full screening of IT with the rest of the cast and crew. Therefore here she was.

Once they reached Bill’s car, Bill, helpful bugger that he was, took Y/N’s suitcase, opened the car door for her, and buckled her seatbelt. Selfish as al-. She stopped herself from thinking the rest, breath in, breath out. Breath in, breath out. She had been concentrating so much so on her breathing that, before she could realize it, she was sitting in front of a big blank movie screen in a small, freezing theater. She could slightly remember going to bed the night before, being pulled by the waist into Bill’s long and strong arms. She could slightly remember getting dressed this morning, being prepped on what she could and could not reveal to the public about the movie (like she’d be able to talk to any sort of media).

As the introduction music played and the screen blinked to life, Bill wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into him like he had done last night. He looked at her, smile wider than Y/N had ever seen before and whispered in her ear (as to not to disturb anyone else in the theater), “Are you excited?” Y/N quickly nodded back, smiling just as wide (but not nearly as genuine), before motioning for him to hush.

As the movie rolled on, the happiness from the cast and crew was palpable, which was ironic considering the dark subject of the film. Bill kept on leaning in to whisper things in her ear and nudge her to let her know to pay attention at certain bits. Y/N was so proud of him. It was truly beautiful to know how talented the person one loves is, but as the scenes played on she couldn’t help herself but tear a bit. She was not necessarily afraid of the movie. Pennywise, for all intents and purposes was her boyfriend, she had seen him in and out of costume a number of times. Regardless, by the time Bill was on screen climbing out from a refrigerator, Y/N couldn’t help but silently sob. Wet, full, heavy tears rolled down her cheeks and pooled into her lap. Selfish as always, Y/N remembered as she rubbed her nose with the back of her sweater, creating a pitiful sniffle that alerted Bill to look at her.

“Y/N, ar-are you crying?” Bill asked, reaching up to touch her cheek with pads of his fingertips. She looked away from him, causing his arm to fall from her face. “Y/N?” He repeated, and she could feel his looming figure ghost over her shoulder. She took a shaky breath in, letting it rattle her rib cage, before grabbing her coat and leaving the small cinema entirely. She pushed her way out of the double doors, and covered her face with her hands, as tears after tears pour from her ducts.

“Y/N! Y/N WHAT THE HELL!” She could hear her boyfriend shout from in the theater, but she ignored it. She simply leant against the wall and sank. Sank to the floor.

“Y/N WHAT - WHAT - oh.” He stopped as he saw her state. Sunken. “What happened? What - is- is it movie?” He didn’t crouch on his knees to comfort her like she had expected him to, rather he just stood aloof.

She wiped tears from her soft cheek and laughed sardonically. “No n-.”

“Then what is it? Why are you -?” Bill asked, Y/N could sense the strain and panic rising in his voice. He waited for a few moments shuffling back and forth on his heels awkwardly as he awaited a response.

“BECAUSE!” She finally yelled, cutting the tension, causing more wet hot drops to squeeze out. “I’m TRYING NOT to be ‘selfish as always’ and I’m TRYING to brave, because I can see how much you love this but - but..” She trailed off, to have the things she have been thinking about over the course of the last year finally vocalize was a relief but she couldn’t help but to stop once she saw Bill crestfallen.

“But what?” Bill whimpered so quietly Y/N wasn’t sure she had actually heard it.

“But I can’t.” She said, pushing herself off the wall and standing up. Tears still streamed down her face and she could tell that her eyes were red and puffy, but she got up anyhow and left.

Pineapple Pizza || Bucky Barnes

Originally posted by vibraniumdoll

Relationship: AU!Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Summary: Being forced into getting a personal trainer by your friend, you soon find yourself swooning for the man himself. 

Warnings: nothing except for cheesiness and corniness again!!!!

Word Count: 1159 words

A/N: I know nothing of Buck’s stance on pineapple pizza but I gave it a shot + excuse my horrible writing I haven’t written anything for over a year and I’m trying to get my mojo back because I miss it all!!! 


“I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you,” you kept whisper-shouting to your best friend as you walked into the gym. 

“You’re just saying that,” she chuckled as you shot her a glare refusing to move any further into the gym.

“But I didn’t ask for a personal trainer,” you whined like a child reluctantly following her into the change rooms. 

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Song Inspiration: Faithfully by Journey

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A/N: Oof. This idea struck me like lightning. I’ve been working on another fic but felt a little stuck. This one flowed out of me in the space of a few hours. I freaking love Journey and this story! I’ve sacrificed quite a bit of sleep to finish, so I hope it was worth it!! Please let me know your thoughts! Love you guys!! :)

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Originally posted by veronikaphoenix

Brushing your fingertip over perfect round cheeks while marveling at gorgeous long lashes and her tiny pout, you fell in love all over again. This little person had your heart. Well. A good portion of it. Speaking of your heart…

You heard rustling in the next “room” followed by the partition sliding aside. Bucky stumbled out of the bedroom, rubbing a hand over his face. His chin-length hair stuck out in ten different directions and he was clad in only a pair of boxers.

“Morning, handsome,” you greeted him with an amused smile.

He let out a groan, “What time is it?”

“Almost noon.”

“And…where are we?”

You chuckled, “Somewhere in the midwest, I think. St. Louis, maybe?”

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Bristle

Prompt: 2) Hinny dueling, set anytime post-battle. Cocky harpy vs. wipe-the-floor-with-you Auror? First summer trauma coping? The angst/fluff potential is endless

A/N: so this is a combo of the prompt ^ from @julxr4 and inspiration from @blvnk-art‘s grown up hinny fan art, particularly this comic.

Also available on FF and Ao3!


Harry’s pretty capable, as far as new fathers go.  No major injuries or illnesses to report, and he thinks James seems pretty happy, all things considered.  So when Ginny goes to spring training for almost a month, he does alright.  Aside from missing Ginny like – something he would miss a lot.  Sleep deprivation is not particularly conducive to similes.  Or grooming.  Between a full workload with the Auror Office and handling James on his own every night, certain things get shunted to the side.  And it’s a pretty easy choice if he’s deciding between shaving and taking a kip for a quarter of an hour.

Which is why Ginny comes home to her husband lying spread eagle on the floor with the tiniest Potter splayed across his chest, playing with his newly grown beard.  “Alright Potters?”

James claps his chubby hands and topples back against Harry’s now raised thighs in excitement.

Quickly, Harry catches James around his middle and soon enough has his entire family wrapped in his arms.  Ginny’s warm and firm under his hands, freckles and just a touch of sunburn across her shoulders, her chocolate eyes sparkling in that way that lets him know he’s not the only one who’s been lonely.

James pitches toward Ginny, his kiss overly wet and gummy, while Harry nuzzles her damp hair.  “We missed you.”

Ginny takes James into her arms, showering him with kisses before using her free hand to scratch at Harry’s beard.  “This is new.”

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The Twins’ Relationship with Ginny is Highly Underrated

It’s great to watch it develop over the course of the series.

PS:

“Hurry up!” their mother said, and the three boys clambered onto the train. They leaned out of the window for her to kiss them good-bye, and their younger sister began to cry.

“Don’t, Ginny, we’ll send you loads of owls.”

“We’ll send you a Hogwarts’ lavatory seat.”

George!

“Only joking, Mum.”

The train began to move. Harry saw the boys’ mother waving and their sister, half laughing, half crying, running to keep up with the train until it gathered too much speed, then she fell back and waved.

CS:

Fred and George challenged Harry and Ron to a few games of Exploding Snap, and Ginny sat watching them, very subdued in Hermione’s usual chair.

PA:

“What do we want to be prefects for?” said George, looking revolted at the very idea. “It’d take all the fun out of life." 

Ginny giggled.

"You want to set a better example for your sister!” snapped Mrs. Weasley.

PA:

“Come on, Ron, you were always saying how boring Scabbers was,” said Fred bracingly. “And he’s been off-color for ages, he was wasting away. It was probably better for him to snuff it quickly — one swallow — he probably didn’t feel a thing.”

“Fred!” said Ginny indignantly.

GF:

Ministry wizards were dashing from every direction toward the source of the trouble. The crowd beneath the Roberts family was coming ever closer.

“C'mon,” said Fred, grabbing Ginny’s hand and starting to pull her toward the wood.”

GF:

Fred, George, and Ginny came to sit next to them too, and Harry was having such a good time he felt almost as though he were back at the Burrow.

OP:

“Oh, hello, Harry!” said Ron’s younger sister, Ginny, brightly.

“I thought I heard your voice.”

Turning to Fred and George, she said, “It’s no-go with the Extendable Ears, she’s gone and put an Imperturbable Charm on the kitchen door.”

OP:

“Asleep, yeah, right,” said Fred in an undertone, after Hermione bade them goodnight and they were climbing to the next floor. “If Ginny’s not lying awake waiting for Hermione to tell her everything they said downstairs then I’m a flobberworm…”

OP:

“Yeah, size is no guarantee of power,” said George. “Look at Ginny.”

OP:

Fred, George and Ginny were doing a kind of war dance to a chant that went: “He got off, he got off, he got off…" 

[…]

"He got off, he got off, he got off…”

“That’s enough - Fred - George - Ginny!” said Mrs. Weasley, as Mr. Weasley left the kitchen.

[…]

Fred, George and Ginny were still singing. "HE GOT OFF, HE GOT OFF, HE GOT OFF-“ 

"SHUT UP!” roared Mrs. Weasley.

OP:

Fred and George still looked mutinous. Ginny, however, took a few steps over to the nearest chair and sank into it. […] The twins glared at Sirius for another minute, then took seats either side of Ginny.

OP:

“Come on, Ginny’s not bad,” said George fairly, sitting down next to Fred. “Actually, I dunno how she got so good, seeing how we never let her play with us." 

"She’s been breaking into your broom shed in the garden since the age of six and taking each of your brooms out in turn when you weren’t looking,” said Hermione from behind her tottering pile of Ancient Rune books. 

“Oh,” said George, looking mildly impressed. “Well - that’d explain it.”

OP:

“The thing about growing up with Fred and George,” said Ginny thoughtfully, “is that you sort of start thinking anything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve.”

OP:

“Hey,” said a voice in Harry’s ear. He looked round; Fred and George had come to join them. 

“Ginny’s had a word with us about you,” said Fred, stretching out his legs on the table […]

OP:

“Luna and I can stand at either end of the corridor,” said Ginny promptly, “and warn people not to go down there because someone’s let off a load of Garrotting Gas." 

Hermione looked surprised at the readiness with which Ginny had come up with this lie; Ginny shrugged and said, "Fred and George were planning to do it before they left.”

OP:

“Excuse me, but I care what happens to Sirius as much as you do!” said Ginny, her jaw set so that her resemblance to Fred and George was suddenly striking.

HBP:

There you go,“ said Fred proudly. "Best range of love potions you’ll find anywhere." 

Ginny raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Do they work?” she asked. 

“Certainly they work, for up to twenty-four hours at a time depending on the weight of the boy in question…" 

"… and the attractiveness of the girl,” said George, reappearing suddenly at their side. "But we’re not selling them to our sister,“ he added, becoming suddenly stern, "not when she’s already got about five boys on the go from what we've…" 

"Whatever you’ve heard from Ron is a big fat lie,” said Ginny calmly, leaning forward to take a small pink pot off the shelf. “What’s this?" 

"Guaranteed ten-second pimple vanisher,” said Fred. “Excellent on everything from boils to blackheads, but don’t change the subject. Are you or are you not currently going out with a boy called Dean Thomas?" 

"Yes, I am,” said Ginny. “And last time I looked, he was definitely one boy, not five. What are those?”

She was pointing at a number of round balls of fluff in shades of pink and purple, all rolling around the bottom of a cage and emitting high-pitched squeaks. 

"Pygmy Puffs,” said George. 

“Miniature puffskeins, we can’t breed them fast enough. So what about Michael Corner?" 

"I dumped him, he was a bad loser,” said Ginny, putting a finger through the bars of the cage and watching the Pygmy Puffs crowd around it. 

“They’re really cute!”

 "They’re fairly cuddly, yes,“ conceded Fred.

 "But you’re moving through boyfriends a bit fast, aren’t you?” Ginny turned to look at him, her hands on her hips. There was such a Mrs. Weasley-ish glare on her face that Harry was surprised Fred didn’t recoil.

HBP:

“And speaking of hitherto unsuspected skills, Ronald,” said George, “what is this we hear from Ginny about you and a young lady called — unless our information is faulty — Lavender Brown?”

HBP:

“Then, as Charlie isn’t coming home, that just leaves Harry and Ron in the attic, and if Fleur shares with Ginny —" 

"— that’ll make Ginny’s Christmas —” muttered Fred.

HBP:

Under cover of a particularly jazzy number called “A Cauldron Full of Hot, Strong Love,” Fred and George started a game of Exploding Snap with Ginny.

HBP:

Admittedly, it took very little to set her off lately; she had been crying on and off ever since Percy had stormed from the house on Christmas Day with his glasses splattered with mashed parsnip (for which Fred, George, and Ginny all claimed credit). 

DH:

Ginny was now climbing through the hole in the wall, closely followed by Fred, George, and Lee Jordan.

[…]

“She’s sixteen!“ shouted Mrs. Weasley.

"She’s not old enough! What you two were thinking bringing her with you—”

Fred and George looked slightly ashamed of themselves.

A Good Fuck - Yuta (M)

A/N: I did not proof this, but I will another day!
Sorry to Lucas and Doyoung in advance.
- Admin Finn

**THIS IS SMUT; #FUCKBOY ALERT**

Originally posted by royalyeol

not a relevant gif, but he hot & biceps
Word Count: 2,098




Doyoung sifted through drawers of the kitchen, cleaning supplies spread across the granite counters.
Amusement struck you as Doyoung ran a hand through his lavender tresses, sighing to himself in frustration.

“You’re a couple months late,” you jeered from the entrance, removing your sandals, “Spring cleaning is supposed to happen during spring.”

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anonymous asked:

Nessian + 10 pretty please with a cherry on top

They are flirty teases and they are adorable when fighting for the covers.

Sleeping Headcanon:

- Cassian will do a bit of stretching before bed to loosen his muscles.

- He doesn’t mean to be sexy while doing it. But him being shirtless and flexing his arms is far too distracting for Nesta’s liking.

- THEN HE STRETCHES HIS WINGS OUT.

- Cassian will shoot her a knowing smirk when he notices Nesta’s attention is riveted to his bare chest and his wings spread out in all their glory.

- Nesta silently looks back to her book with her flushed cheeks hiding behind the pages.

- She gets her revenge though when she tells Cassian that there are other ways to relax before bed.

- Cassian goes wide-eyed, but crawls into bed when Nesta beckons him onto the sheets.

- But she takes things in a whole other direction when she has him roll over onto his stomach and decides to massage Cassian’s shoulders and back.

- Cassian is liquid fire underneath her touch. 

- Arching underneath her palms as she works him into both a state of relaxation and tension.

- Nesta’s thumb will rub against the base of his wings far too often to be considered coincidental.

- But Cassian doesn’t complain. He simply shifts his face into the pillow and lets out a stifled moan that turns into a growl when Nesta suddenly stops her massage and goes back to her book like nothing happened.

- Usually Cassian will then give Nesta a massage by putting her feet in his lap and rubbing them. To Nesta’s surprise she discovers Cassian is actually very good at relaxing lug muscles.  

- Other times both Nesta and Cassian will read a bit before bed. Occasionally documents related to their work as the Emissary and Illyrian Commander.

- But sometimes they’ll read more stimulating wing sin erotica novels.

- “Your dreams are going to be quite arousing Nes,” Cassian chuckles hoping to tease her.

- But then Nesta looks him dead in the eyes and says in a serious tone: “It doesn’t beat the reality of being with you. This steamy writing is nothing compared to our hot passion.”

- Cassian blinks and suggestively offers that he satisfy her needs for the night if she is lacking it from her book.

-Cassian begins crawling on top of Nesta who uses a pillow to deflect his kiss.

- “You’ll need to try harder than that Commander,” Nesta laughs.

“Oh it is on Emissary.” Cassian rises to the challenge with a cocky grin.

- CUE THE PILLOW FIGHT OF THE CENTURY.

- When they both relax after their various “physical activities” they blow out their candles they’ll fall asleep to the sound of the other one’s breathing.

- In the middle of the night they actually engage in a tug-of-war for the covers in their until Nesta rolls over in her comatose state and curls up against Cassian’s bare chest.

- His warmth is all she needs, but her movement stirs him awake to groggily pull her closer and tuck the blanket around her shoulders.

- They are pressed firmly against each other. Fitting together so perfectly that neither one moves for the rest of the night.

- Sometimes Cassian will murmur in his sleep. 

- Nesta once woke up once to hear him having a conversation with himself about Bryaxis stealing his muffins. Nesta has to cover her mouth to keep in the snickering.

- Nesta teases him relentlessly about him talking in his sleep. But she must say that she enjoys it when Cassian whispers her name in his sleep with a smile on his face.

- She’ll kiss him during those moments. Featherlight so she won’t disturb Cassian.

- But Cassian wakes the moment her lips touch his. And he’ll return the kiss with equal softness before they both fall into a peaceful sleep in each other’s arms.

Take Me Out

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Mitsuki, Kaminari Denki (brief)

Other tags: Misunderstandings, Bakugou’s Particular Brand Of Flirting, Some Heteronormativity

Anonymous said: For a bakushima prompt, I would love to see aggressively flirting Bakugou.

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Mitsuki eyed her son. He was glowering down at his curry, teeth clamped as though to bite back the words that just left his mouth. She wished Masaru were there, just so she could confirm her bewilderment with such a question. Was it unusual for a boy to ask his mother that? No. But Katsuki.

She raised her eyebrows at him, even if he was trying to glare a hole through his plate instead of looking at her. “You never want to hear that,” she informed him, noting the jump in his shoulders.

Katsuki swiped at his own hair, gripping at the roots. “Well I want to hear now,” he snarled.

“Even though every time I tried to tell you before, you threw a fit?”

“What did you say, bitch?!”

“Watch your mouth, brat!”

They locked eyes, Mitsuki challenging, Katsuki already wavering. “Fuck!” He snapped, “Are you going to tell me or not?” His voice didn’t have it’s typical inflections of rage. She studied his face, the turn of his brow. Mitsuki’s own irritation faded.

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Take a Chance

The gifset of Dean giving himself that little pep talk from 7x04 inspired me to write this. Dean x Reader, Dean’s POV. Hope you like :)

For fuck’s sake, Dean, you’ve done this a thousand times. You can charm a woman without even breaking a sweat. Why are you so damn nervous?

Because, dumbass, it’s Y/N. This time it’s not some random bar chick that I’ll probably never lay eyes on again. And I don’t want to mess things up. I don’t want to do something that’ll make everything all awkward.

I just want… I just want to be with her. Whatever that means. And I don’t even know how to say that without making things all fucking weird.

Just tell her the truth. Well, the surface truth. Say you’re bored. Take a chance.

She doesn’t need to know you hate being in a separate room from her, that you miss being around her. That you feel not all there when she’s not around, like a piece is missing. That you’re dying to touch her. Like really touch her.

Okay. Here’s her door. Just heard a noise, so you know she’s awake. So knock already.

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Love Chug ❤️ (18+) (Expansion)

A short story based on a RP,

By @jacker-vizkon
And
@inflationpatron

“Did that go well?” She asked nervously to her companion next to her as they walked down the hallway.
“It went amazing. Thanks so much for taking me out, Anne-Marie.” Jennifer replied happily, reaching her hand out for Anne’s. They clasped their hands in one another’s.
“Good..good, that’s good. I was nervous at first but by the end I felt really comfortable around you.” Anne smiled, brushing her hair back over her ear.
“I feel really relaxed when I’m around you.” Jennifer said, staring up at the ceiling lights while they walked together.
“You’re so cute when you do that.” Anne giggles before unlocking the front door and ushering Jennifer into the dark apartment.
“See, I was thinking…” Anne mumbles while guiding Jennifer towards the bedroom. “Since we have such great chemistry, what if we challenged it? You know, had a bit of a competition?” She smiled, pushing open her bedroom door and flicking on the light. 7 of those blue gallon drums of water you see in offices were laying on the floor around her bed. “Drinking contest!” Anne shouted excitedly, scuttling towards her bed. Jennifer stood in the doorway, staring in like an outsider.
“So what do ya think?” Anne asked smiling as she unscrewed the top of one of the gallons. Jennifer’s eyes focused on the funnel and hose that laid on the bed.
“Hehe…I uh, I don’t think I can drink all that!” She awkwardly joked, picking at the loose string on her jeans. She steps into the room, closing the door behind her politely.
“The loser is whoever taps out, whoever can’t drink anymore and can barely move. The winner gets to do whatever they please to the loser. Sound fair? Yeah? Good? Cool.” Anne stumbled over her words.
“I uh–” Jennifer paused, failing to find the right words. She walked over and sat on one corner of the bed while Anne sat on the other.
“You ready to lose?” She teases
“I-I won’t lose!” She replies with a cute determination as she sits there visibly shaking, nerves shooting through her limbs. Anne picks up her gallon and tips it back into her mouth, gulp after gulp of water. Jennifer watches anne’s belly rise and fall with each swallow, already testing her jean’s belt button. Jennifer’s face goes red, her eyes darting back and forth with embarrassment. Anne lifts her gallon higher in the air, her shirt rising and exposing her slowly bloating stomach. She puts the jug down, catching her breath.
“Not a bad start, eh?” Anne chuckles wiping water from her mouth. She lifts the jug back up to her mouth, chugging once more. The rushing water went straight to her stomach, distending as it pushed against the waist of her pants. Her jean clasp came undone, allowing her taut belly to slowly force her zipper down. Jennifer sat there in awe, watching her date fill herself with water. She snaps out of her anxious funk and grabs the nearest jug, cracking it open and beginning to drink as well. Anne puts her gallon down and watches Jennifer put away liters of the water straight down her throat. She watched as Jen’s chubby belly began to make an imprint against her tight white blouse.
“This is love at first sight” she thought to herself. Jennifer doesn’t stop chugging. Her belly pulling her blouse down farther, tugging a few of her shirt buttons undone as well as her pants zipper. Anne sat there admiring the girl, forgetting all about the competition. She scoots over closer to Jennifer to get a closer look. In less than a minute her stomach is already growing rounder.
“Man, this is amazing.” Anne reaches out and places a soft hand on Jennifer’s seemingly pregnant tum. She recoils in shock and rips the bottle from her lips, her eyes wide.
“Oh, I’m sorry did I scare you?” Anne giggles.
“U-uh, yeah! Rule number one, don’t tease your opponent.” She pouts as her cheeks blush.
“Yeah, You’re right my mistake.” Anne said as she pretended to scoot away. She turned around quickly and groped her belly with both hands and squeezed twice. Jennifer squeals in surprise.
“Stoooop!!” She yells back playfully, trying to hit Anne. They both pick up their gallons and start chugging again. Anne finishes the last sip and throws the bottle to the side.
“That’s one down.” She boasts.
“To be fair, you got a head start!” Jennifer yelled back.
“Yeah, only cause you were busy gawking at my smoking hot bod.” She laughed, shaking her hips at Jen while she opened her next bottle. Anne took a breather and unbuttoned the first 4 buttons of her shirt and rolled it up so that her water-baby bump could breathe. Jennifer stared out of the corner of her eye at Anne’s round belly.
“God, I’m so tight.” Anne belched, pulling her pants beneath her waist line for more room. She undoes the rest of the buttons and tosses the shirt aside, standing only in her jeans and a pink victoria’s secret bra. Jennifer timidly turns her eyes away before looking back and then focusing on her drink. She begins to chug the last of the gallon. Swallowing, swallowing, swallowing. The holes in her old white blouse began to multiply as it was stretched and pulled in every direction. The neck of her shirt was pulled down far enough to see her black, lace, ‘special-occasion’ bra. She readjusts her sitting position on the bed, creating an audible water sloshing sound.
“Gosh, I’m *belch* Huge.” Jennifer says casually as she tosses her first empty bottle to the ground. Anne starts to drink hers again. The water dribbles down her chin and runs down her neck and directly down the middle of her round belly, straight across her belly button before absorbing into her jeans. She keeps chugging, not showing any signs of stopping. Her perky tits rest on top of her belly, growing bigger with the rest of her. Her jeans start digging into her thighs as they get thicker with every gulp. She carefully stands up from the bed and walks over to the mirror and spins around.
“Does my ass look fatter to you?” She asks Jennifer, caught off guard.
“Y-yes *belch*” She groans as she leans over and drops her second empty gallon, picking up her third.
“Is that a thing? Does that happen? A lot of water makes the rest of you grow as well?” Anne asks curiously.
“Hell if I know.” She says dismissively. “But…now that you mention it I do feel like my boobs are a little bit bigger.” Jennifer says looking down and weighing her boobs delicately with each hand.
“Let me see, you know, for hands on analysis.” Anne says walking towards Jen.
“Uhm, I’d rather you not.” She scoffs, re-adjusting her position and revealing a giant hole in her crotch to Anne.
Anne wouldn’t mention it.
“Oh, come on. Don’t be a prude now, we’re chugging gallons of water half naked on a Saturday night. How much more personal can we get.” Anne prodded. Jennifer crossed her arms over her chest and stared her down playfully. Anne walks back over to her side of the room, staring at herself in the mirror and slapping her new and enhanced ass. It jiggled like a waterbed. She slid off her jeans, with a good bit of difficulty, and revealed she was wearing sport shorts underneath. Jennifer’s gaze locked onto Anne’s deep wedgie before she focused herself and kept chugging. Anne spun around while Jen was distracted and grabbed the funnel and hose off the bed. In one smooth motion she pulled the water jug out of her mouth and put the hose with the funnel at the end of it. Jennifer replied with a confused and muffled groan.
“Don’t worry, you can do it to me in a minute. Well, that’s if you can move in a minute.” She smiles deviously. She begins pouring the cold water down the funnel and down her throat. She starts fighting it but then accepts it and continues to swallow at the will of Anne-Marie. Jennifer’s belly swells and pushes outwards, aching with pressure. Jennifer places her fingers into a hole in her blouse and pulls until the seams tear to shreds and she tosses it aside. Jennifer looks up into Anne’s eyes while she swallows, her gaze focusing on the full belly in front of her face. She slowly reaches her hands out and begins slowly stroking Anne’s stomach. Then she suddenly slaps it, causing it to jiggle like a bowl of Jello, and causing Anne to yelp out in pain. Anne laughs off the pain and stares back down at Jennifer, submissive, and swallowing every drop that is sent down to her. Anne begins to feel excited, and begins pouring faster. She wants to fill her up, watch her grow bigger and heavier. Jennifer looks down as her belly inches further and her tits grow ever so bigger.
“You don’t seem to be the one winning now!” Anne teases. She tries to take a step back and loses her balance. She falls to the ground, the wind knocked out of her. The impact causes the open gallon on the counter above her to topple over and begin pouring directly into Anne’s open mouth. The force is so strong she can’t help but swallow as the torrent of icy water pours down her gullet, filling her up. Jennifer jumps from her seat, removing the funnel from her mouth. She hops down to her level.
“Are you okay Anne-Marie?!” Jennifer asks worriedly as she tips the water back upright
“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.” Anne says rubbing the back of her head. “I just need some help getting up, I’m full of water if you didn’t know.” she jokes.
“Oh….oh, okay.” Jennifer says with a certain level of suspicion in her voice. She quickly takes the funnel and places it in Anne’s mouth. Her eyes shoot open in surprise as Jennifer immediately begins pouring in the cold water. She feels it run down her throat. Jennifer stands above, her right foot gently resting on Anne’s wrist to suggest restraint. Anne begins uncontrollably swallowing.
*Mmppphhh!!!* Anne tries to yell out in a panic. She’s only been the dominating one in every relationship she’s had. Now she is being dominated by her submissive partner. She squirms, trapped under the weight of her own full belly. She wants to get away, but the sensation of being forced to expand, being forced to bend to the will of her master? The sensation is unrivaled.
Jennifer let’s up on the pouring of the water.
“Who’s losing now?” She laughs, giggling as she continues to pour water down Anne’s throat. She tries to get up again to no avail, tears begin to well up in her eyes while she moans. Arousal begins to take control of her body.
“Want more?” Jennifer asks while she props up Anne’s head with a pillow. Anne shakes her head no and moans in disapproval as Jennifer begins to pour again. Anne watches as her belly grounds rounder, bigger, and more tight. Her breasts continuing to grow cup sizes, her thighs thickening. She just doesn’t stop filling with water, like she will never reach capacity. She’s completely helpless. Jennifer has total control over her. The underwire of anne’s bra is the last thing holding it in place. Jennifer reaches in oh so delicately and snaps the wire, allowing Anne’s giant breasts to fall onto her chest. Jennifer leans in, massaging Anne’s breasts and playing with them while she laughs.
“Tell me, do you know how great your tits are?” Jennifer asks, taking on this whole new dominating personality. She removes the funnel from Anne’s mouth.
“…Y-Yeah, I’ve been told they’re pretty great.” Anne mutters while catching her breath. She reaches out towards Jen’s chest to try and cop a squeeze. Jennifer slaps her hand away,
“Hey, be careful! This bra is on the breaking point right now!” She jokes.
“Now, do me a favor and roll onto your belly.” Jen smiles. Anne-Marie does her best to roll on her own but needs the help of Jennifer to push her side and roll her like she’s a plump Violet Beauregard. Anne burps, the gas forced out of her by her own weight.
“Excuse me, sorry about that. You know…I think I like being forcefully dominated. I’ve always thought I was the dom, but maybe I want to be the sub.” She thinks out loud. “Especially by you, Jen.” She looks into her eyes, her gaze drifting up and down her thick, round body.
“Would it be a problem if I, the winner, took advantage of you, the loser, anyway I see fit?” Jennifer smiles down at Anne.
“It wouldn’t be an issue at all, baby.” Anne smiles back. Jen grabs the hose and connects it to the end of a gallon. She shoves the other end up Anne’s ass, and gives it a nice smack to make it jiggle.
“Ooh!…” Anne moans as the cold water rushes in through her ass, she can feel it making its way to her belly. Her nipples become erect as she fills with more and more water and grows.
“Oh fuck, it’s so good!” She cries out.
“Someone’s a bit excited.” Jennifer teases, her gaze on Anne’s soaking wet panties.
“Please, please, please. Please touch my pussy. I’m so horny I can’t stand it. Please baby.” Anne pleads with Jennifer as she’s pumped full of water.
“You want me to play with your pussy?” She teases. She hovers her fingers delicately over her pink pussy lips, barely stroking her clit, before slowly sliding in and then out again.
“Oh, god please. Play with me, finger me, anything, treat me like your balloon girl. I can’t wait any longer!” She cries out
“Uh-uh-uh,” Jennifer replies. “I choose to do as I please.” She circles around to Anne’s front and tells her to open. She places a second hose in her mouth, attached to a second gallon jug. She begins pouring that one as well. The sensation of the cold water entering her both directions is almost orgasmic. Her entire body bloats out further, she rapidly begins to rise from the floor as her belly grows bigger. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as she moans in pleasure. After a minute both gallons are empty and Anne’s legs are entirely lifted off the ground, resting on her own stomach as if it were a waterbed. Jennifer slowly walks around Anne’s helpless mass, stroking her naked body with her index finger. She crouches down and buries her face into Anne’s exposed, wet, pink pussy.
“OH GOD YES!!” She screams out in ecstasy. The sound of Jennifer eating her out is mixed with the sound of the water inside both of them sloshing back and forth. Anne’s knuckles go white as she grips the carpet. Jennifer leans in closer, face between anne’s chubby thighs. Face to face with her fat ass. Jennifer’s tight belly presses against every inch of Anne’s soft body. She recoils in pleasure as Jen continues to vivaciously eat her out. Anne begins to let out quiet rhythmic moans, she’s getting close. Jennifer grabs on tight to Anne’s ballooning ass, circling her sensitive clit with her tongue.
“Oh..”
“OH..”
“OH GOD YES!” Anne cries out, her legs quaking, shivering, and jiggling in ecstasy.
“I’M GONNA…I-I’M GONNA!!..” Anne gasps for air. “OoOoOhhhoh GOD!” She moans through clenched teeth, her body convulsing as endorphins run through her. Jennifer slows down, delicately and meticulously licking anne’s cunt. Jennifer lets out moans between licks and sucks. Anne’s body releases all her tension, going limp, resting her face on her own inflated breasts to catch her breath.
“That was amazing.” Anne says exasperatedly. “I love you Jennifer, especially that tongue of yours.” She teases. Jennifer kneels down as best as she can, placing her arms under each of Anne’s arm pits, struggling to lift her up. Jennifer barely manages to stand to her feet, the weight of her body too much to stand. Jennifer quickly guides her to the bed and has her lay down on the right side, the bed creaking and groaning under Anne’s sloshing mass.
“Jen, do me a favor and grab that gallon right there, the last one.” Anne says, pointing at the last gallon jug that’s filled with a purple bubbling liquid. Jennifer walks over, eyeing the peeling sticker on the side of the bottle. She runs her hand over it, sticking it back into place. It reveals a cartoon purple grape. She picks up the jug and walks back over to the bed, crawling next to Anne to the best of her ability. They’re really testing the limits of the bed now.
“What is this one?” Jen asks as she unscrews the cap, a *hiss* of carbonation into the air. The room fills with a sweet scent.
“It’s one I saved just for you, the last one, blueberry flavored.” Anne smiles, tracing her finger down Jennifer’s exposed back as she talks. It sends chills up Jen’s spine.
“Now…Chug.” Anne says demandingly.
“I love blueberry!” Jennifer yells optimistically, tilting the jug back into her mouth. The flavor hits her tongue, releasing euphoria. She chugs and chugs, her already stretched belly extends to new limits. Her flesh around her belly button begins to turn a dark blue hue, spreading outwards encompassing her torso. Anne watches the color run up Jennifer’s body, unbeknownst to her. Jennifer’s cleavage turning a dark purple. She puts the bottle down, letting out a cute burp. A loud gurgling sound can be heard from her stomach. The bed begins to creak and groan.
“Wow, that actually tastes really good.” Jennifer says, genuine honesty in her voice. She notices a blurry blue dot in the center of her vision where the tip of her nose would usually be.
“I’M BLUE? AND GROWING?!” Jennifer freaks out at the rapid growth of her body. Anne sits back, biting her lip watching the dominatrix become helpless. The rapid expansion of her body, faster than ever before. Her ballooning belly and tit’s begin to push her back farther into the bed pillows. The creaking of the bed only grows louder. Her swollen thighs and arms grow chubbier as they fill with juice. The whites of her eyes become more vibrant in contrast to her skin color, the panic on her face more visible as she is smothered by her own body. She’s gaining pounds of weight by the second, growing wider and thicker. Her black bra seconds from snapping as her once modest sized tits now pass an F-cup.
“This is just the beginning, darling.” Anne teases, grabbing ahold of one of Jennifer’s breasts and squeezing. Jennifer cries out in pain and ecstasy, her groaning and bubbling body creates a cacophony with the creaking and bending bed. Anne manages to get to her knees, her entire body wobbling as she does. She straddles on top of jennifer’s wide, round, expanding tummy.
“See you got too comfortable in the domination position. Someone’s gotta put you back in your place.” Anne smiles, staring into Jen’s terrified and helpless eyes as her cheeks fill with juice. Anne reaches her hand back, her middle and ring finger together and slowly glides them over Jen’s pussy, perfectly spreading her lips and grazing her clit. As Jennifer gets aroused a dark purple juice leaks out of her nipples, wetting her bra.
“You’ve sprung a leak my big blueberry girl.” Anne chuckles. *Mmmphhh!!* Jennifer tries to call out through her chubby cheeks. Anne reaches out and grabs a hold of the black bra, pulling back with all her force until the straps snap. Jennifer moans as her tits bounce and rest on top of her growing belly, the liquid running down her body. Anne leans in, placing her entire mouth over her titty. She sucks hard, swallowing gulps of the tasty juice. Jen moans again, her toes curling in ecstasy. Unknown to Anne, her belly begins to adorn the same blue hue. It rapidly spreads across her whole body as she continues to suck and down the juice, her right hand still going to work on Jen’s cunt.
“Mmmmpph!! Mmmmph Mmph!” Jen calls out between moans. Anne looks up at her pet, noticing the same blurry blue dot in the center of her vision. Anne leans back, eyeing her body, watching the juice re-tone every inch of her flesh. She hears the familiar loud gurgling, and looks down watching her belly rapidly expand outwards. Jennifer continues to grow, her vision obscured by her bulbous breasts and full belly. As she grows rounder, her body pushes off the headboard, she’s standing upright on the bed nearly spherical and immobile. Her arms and legs are engulfed into her ballooning frame. “Mmmmphh!!” She tries to yell, her cheeks puffier and puffier. Through her moans you can hear her sobs, she thinks she’s going to pop if she doesn’t stop growing. Anne begins to catch up as her thighs and midsection become rounder and rounder, losing all definition as she fills with juice. Two giant naked blueberries next to each other on top of the bed, leaking blue juice all over the white linens and carpet. They wobble back and forth.
“N-No! This, this is too much! I didn’t plan for this–” Anne cries out, her voice cut off by the muffling of her chubby cheeks. “Mmmmph!” She tries to add, but it’s no use. Jennifer begins to reach the ceiling, her hands and feet wiggling in a panic. What used to be her shoulders begin to press into the ceiling, the pressure terrifies her. She feels like a balloon in a trash compactor. Anne is about ⅔ the size of Jennifer when the bed begins to creak loudly. *Snap!*
The bed crashes to the ground, both of their bodies jiggling and recoiling. “I camt take anymooohhh!” Anne tries with all her might to yell through her bloated cheeks. Anne’s barefoot makes contact with Jen’s exposed pussy. Anne begins to leak more and more of the juice out of her cunt and her ass. Jennifer follows suit but despite how much she leaks she continues to grow, squashed against the ceiling. Her muffled screams can be heard, getting quicker and quicker, louder and louder. Jennifer’s belly creaks like an overinflated balloon, reaching capacity.
“MmmmMMPHHH!!!” Jen cries.
*BOOM*
Juice rains to the floor, along with Jennifer falling to the ground, gasping for air. She’s down to around her normal size except for some left over bloating around her belly ass and tit’s.
“Wh-what happened? I-I’m okay?!” Jen cries out in joy. Anne’s wobbling from side to side, her support now missing. She moans out in fear, her hands flailing. A loud creaking is coming from within her. The juice that rained down from jennifer’s explosion pools on the floor and is soaked up by Anne’s ass.
“We have to pop you to get you back to normal size!” Jen yells up to Anne.
“Mmmph!” She replies.
A sequencing sound, like pumping an air balloon with air can be heard from Anne.
*PHSSST* with each sound, Anne grows out quickly in diameter.
*PHSSST* “Mmph!” She moans as she’s pressed further into the ceiling
*PHSSST* Bigger and bigger she grows, filling nearly half the room, leaking a river of purple juice. Jennifer slides open the patio door and grabs the garden hose wrapped up outside. She pushes it into Anne’s ass and turns it onto max. She then runs into the corner and ducks for cover.
Creaking, Groaning, louder and louder, quicker pace. She’s so big, she has a much more intense capacity than little Jennifer.
“POP YOU BIG BEAUTIFUL BLUEBERRY!” Jennifer calls out to Anne. The ecstasy builds within Anne, the pressure so intense. She feels her skin tighten, the familiar creak and groan she heard not a minute ago.
*CREEEEEAK*
*BOOM*
Purple juice rains from the ceiling and covers the whole room. Anne falls onto the soaking wet carpet, a thicker and more curvaceous version of her previous self. Jennifer runs over without saying a word and wraps her arms around her.
“I thought I was going to lose you.” She whispered into Anne’s ear. They pull their heads back, look deep into each other’s eyes, and lean in locking lips onto one another and passionately kiss.
Jennifer pulls away and smacks her lips.
“Uh, do you taste that?” She asks Anne nervously.
“Oh no…” Anne says, fear in her voice as she scans the room looking at the dripping purple liquid. “it’s like an endless fucking cycle! We’ll never get out of here!” Anne breaks down, sobbing. Jennifer places her hands gently on both sides of Anne’s face, forcing her to look at her.
“Look at me…I don’t care how long this lasts as long as I’m doing it with you.” Jennifer smiles sweetly, wrapping her arms around Anne’s chubby blue waist feeling it bubble and expand in her hands. She places her lips back on Anne’s.
“After we pop, let’s take a hot shower and head back to my place.” Jennifer says reassuringly, Anne nods the tears on her cheek drying as her skin grows a deep shade of blue.
“I’d really…really like that.” Anne chuckles, tears of joy down in her face.
They lean in again, kissing passionately as they expand and balloon together once again. As their second time, the experience is more pleasurable and fascinating. Their bellies grow outwards, meeting in the middle. Anne’s ass grows the opposite direction of her belly, Jennifer’s tits perking up and ballooning. Anne reaches her hands out and sensually massages Jen’s tits. Both their bodies expand outwards, both of them reaching capacity at the same time.
*BOOM*
*BOOM*
Jennifer helps Anne up from the ground and they run into the shower together, turning on the hot water. The purple juice running off their bodies. They passionately hold one another, bonding and loving each other.
They get dressed, gather what’s left of their things, and leave the apartment hand in hand.

*1 Hour Later…*

“Hellooo?” A voice enters the dark apartment, setting down their keys and bag on the kitchen counter.
“Anybody home? Anne-Marie?” The roommate calls out, carefully walking through the pitch black hallway. She pushes open the bedroom door and turns on the light. She’s hit with the fresh scent of blueberries and sees the shredded bed frame and blue soaked sheets.
“What the fuck happened her-” She asks before slipping and falling into a pool of juice on the ground.

“…Oops” she whimpers as the puddle instantly begins to grow smaller as it’s absorbed into her.


The End.

The first night his boyfriend didn’t come back to the dorm, Other Red (Red had already been the name of a student when Other Red was a freshman, and changing your nickname too much wasn’t the best idea) didn’t think much of it. It wasn’t unheard of for one or the other of them to spend a night with friends. But when he wasn’t there the next morning, or in their one shared class that day, Other Red started to worry. As spacey as Frankie Lee could be, he was an avid student. Frankie Lee wasn’t his real name, of course. It wasn’t a surprise to those who knew him that his taken name was musically inspired. He wasn’t answering his phone, either. When there was still no sign of him on the third day, Other Red started asking around. He found what he needed to know pretty soon.

“Yeah, the last time I saw him was a couple days ago.”

“Where was he?”

“Over by the track, by that little wooded area. He had his guitar.”

“He was going towards the trees? Sounds like he was looking for a quiet place to write songs.”

“Wouldn’t surprise me.”

“So he went, alone, into the forest, to play music?”

“Looks like.”

“Shit.”

***

Other Red didn’t waste much time. He packed what he needed, knocked on his RA’s door so someone would know where he was going (and so they’d be better prepared to notice if it wasn’t him that came back), and headed for the woods. All this wasn’t strictly necessary, since the RAs would go retrieve Frankie Lee at the end of the semester, but he might be… different by then, and Other Red didn’t want to wait that long to see him again anyway. He walked right into the shade of the trees, and kept going until he couldn’t see the edge of the woods behind him, though the forest he’d walked into was maybe forty feet across. Nowhere on the Elsewhere University campus was a surefire route to danger, if you knew what you were doing, just as nowhere was 100 percent safe if you were reckless enough, but going under the trees to play music? Other Red had to admit that had been stupid. He loved Frankie Lee, but he could be lacking in common sense.

***

As he went, Other Red reminded himself of a story. There was a smith, so the story goes, who made a deal. Who or what he made the deal with changes from telling to telling, but a popular version calls it the Devil. Other Red didn’t know about devils, but any Elsewhere U student knew there were other things you could make deals with. The smith gave up his soul in exchange for supernatural skill at metal work - the ability to weld anything to anything. When the Devil came to collect, though, the smith welded him to a tree and left him there. It’s an old story, one of the oldest, in fact. It’s been told for six thousand years. The story told Other Red a couple of things. One, that metalwork has always been a little bit Else, and two, that it was one way, maybe the first way we ever found, to get a bit of power over the Gentry. At least enough power to get him out of this.

He hoped it was enough to get him out of this.

***

After a while, he could hear music softly through the trees. He walked closer until he could make out the words:


Then the loud sound did seem to fa-a-ade
Came back like a slow voice on a wave of pha-a-ase
That weren’t no D.J. that was hazy cosmic jive
There’s a starman waiting in the sky
He’d like to come and meet us
But he thinks he’d blow our minds…

Other Red could practically see Frankie Lee, eyes closed and head nodding the way he did when he got into his music. He’d smile, and, if he wasn’t playing too, wave his hands slowly like the music was the only thing in the world. Then Other Red reached the clearing where the music was coming from, and he did see Frankie Lee, sitting and playing at the feet of the member of the Court that had taken him.

Less Starman, Other Red thought, and more Thin White Duke. Thin he certainly was, or maybe a better word was long, half again Other Red’s height with his legs - how many knees was that? - stretched out from his seat, which was carved from an enormous tree stump into intricate, disturbing patterns. He was pale, with a human face but a goat’s disdainful eyes, and he wore leather armor with what looked like a bronze sword on his belt. Other Red stepped into the clearing.

The Gentleman held up a hand, and Frankie Lee stopped playing, though his eyes had been closed. When he saw Other Red, he perked up and made eye contact with him, but didn’t speak.

“What brings you here?” asked the Fair One with disinterest.

Other Red indicated Frankie Lee. “I’d like him back.”

“And what will you give me not to simply keep you here as well?”

“I have nothing to give you, but I bring the tokens of my craft.” From his bag, he pulled a welding mask and a handful of nails. “I’m a shop student. If you don’t let me leave, there will be repercussions.” He tried to keep his voice as confident as he could.

The Shining One stared at him for a long moment, then sat back. “You may leave whenever you please, smith, but you cannot command me to give up my musician.”

Other Red had been expecting that. “A game, then?”

“A game. Very well.” said the Good Neighbor instinctively, and then, coming to himself, “What game do you choose?”

Other Red pulled out the other thing he had packed, and tossed it towards the Blessed One. “Fifth Edition, no expansions. One session, seventh-level characters, fight to the character death. I’ll see you a week from today at eight.” He bent down to quickly kiss Frankie Lee, then turned and left.

***

He’d afforded a week because, as much as he wanted Frankie Lee back right now, he needed time to find a DM who was willing to run this fight. Eventually, a girl named Tyto agreed to do it, for approximately a shitton of carefully-specified snacks. This wasn’t the first time someone had played D&D with one of the Gentry. Sometimes, as now, students figured it was the best chance they had of getting something out of them. Other Red’s challenge was a little unusual in that regard - most such games were essentially attempts to impress the Shining Ones with your storytelling talent. They had great respect for storytellers, and a skilled DM could easily get into their good books. Sometimes, They took a liking to the game, and played just for the sake of playing. Other Red had heard of a campaign that met once a month, on the new moon, where students regularly played alongside their Neighbors. Other Red wasn’t making this a storytelling competition, though. He wasn’t a DM, and he wanted a contest he could win.

On the appointed night, they set up in the game room and waited. Other Red wasn’t using his regular character, Ambrose the halfling rogue, for this. It was stupid, but he didn’t want to to let Them know even that fictional real name. Plus, he felt that if he did lose the fight, Ambrose might somehow be dead for good. He’d rolled up a human bard just for the occasion. It seemed appropriate.

At exactly eight, the Duke walked in. He looked more human here, though he was still morning-frost sharp and pale. He was wearing a black suit, and had his hair in a long braid. Tyto shifted in her chair as he walked past her. Other Red offered him a bag of Doritos. Ritual was important, after all. “Given without obligation,” he added.

“Most kind,” said the Visitor, as he took the bag and produced his character sheet. Other Red looked over it briefly. Tiefling druid. Made sense.

“Well then,” said Tyto. “Let’s get started. You’re standing in the street of a small town. You’ve just gotten into a confrontation in a tavern and decided to take it outside. Roll for initiative.”

***

The fight started out slow and cautious. Both characters had swords, and their initial actions were simple. Attack, roll for damage. Attack, roll for damage. Attack, miss. Attack… As they played, they drew an audience. Not students. Any student who knew what was happening tonight had made plans far, far away. There was a man with hair the color of the sea. Two identical-looking girls, neither of their hands quite right. When they walked in, they were followed by a fox that sat quietly and comfortably on a chair. They all watched in silence as the players spoke their battle into being.

Eventually, Other Red’s opponent seemed to get tired of this pattern. “I cast Flame Blade,” he said, “and attack with it.”
Now they were playing with magic. Other Red surrounded the druid with a cloud of daggers. The druid turned into an eagle and dive-bombed the bard. The audience began to stir. This was almost as exciting as the real thing. A few of them could remember when Gwion and Ceridwen tried the same routine. The bard cast a spell of fear to send the eagle flying away, and another spell to deal it damage. The eagle became a boar and charged the bard.

That was two. He was out of transformations. This was what Other Red had been waiting for. “I cast Dimension Door,” he announced, “on both of us.”

“O… K,” said Tyto.  “You both move to..?”
“500 feet directly above us. And as we start to fall, I cast Feather Fall on myself only.”

Tyto and the Fair One both stopped as they realized what he’d done. “So,” Tyto said to the Gentleman, “You’re falling 500 feet. Do you have anything that might help with that?”

“I do not.”

“Then if you’re alright with it, I don’t think we need to roll to know that you’re pretty dead.”
“No.” He stood up and offered Other Red his hand. “How inventive. The musician is yours.” He left the room without another word, and the audience followed behind. After a moment, the door opened again and Frankie Lee stumbled in. He was shivering, with snow melting on his shoulders and water droplets clinging to his tightly curled hair. It was sixty degrees outside.

Other Red almost knocked his chair back standing up. He held Frankie Lee tightly for a long time, and then pulled away a little.

“What were you thinking?”

“I know, I know. How long was I gone?”

“About a week and a half. How long did you…?”

“Damn. I was only there for a couple of hours. I was starting to run out of Bowie. I tell you what, though, I think I finished that song I was working on.”

“If you finished it while you were There, you should maybe never play that part.”

“Good call.”

 [x]

“You’re afraid to be happy” - Kakashi Hatake x Reader

Summary : Kakashi is in love with you…But pushes you away because he’s too afraid of loosing you, as every single persons he ever cared about died or left/betrayed him. 

Some more love for Kakashi, because I’ve been binge watching Naruto Shippuden and I’m kind of in love with him (also, I received requests for fics about Luffy and Zorro from One Piece, and characters from FMA and more Naruto, so expect to see more anime around here), hope you’ll like it ! : 

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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It wasn’t often, that the famous Copy Ninja, Kakashi Hatake, talked about his feelings. Hell, it was so rare some would say he never does. 

But Yamato, one of his only remaining friend, knew better. 

Sometimes, when they were both very drunk, they’d talk. They wouldn’t always remember what about, but they’d talk.  

About their lives. What they like, don’t like, what make them happy, what brings them down…Your name often appears on Kakashi’s lips during those times.

Like today, or rather, tonight, while Kakashi helps Yamato to walk home. Or was it Yamato that helped Kakashi ? They were kind of slumped against each other’s, walking with difficulties, cheeks red because of the alcohol. 

After the scarecrow pronounced your name for the tenth time that night, Yamato finally dared to ask : 

-So, you love her ? 

-Who ?

-Who could I talk about ?

-(Y/N) ? 

Yamato nods. Or, tries to nod, because every movement that are a bit too vigorous makes him want to throw up. 

-Yes I do. 

-…I am confused, Kakashi-senpai. 

-What are you confused about, Tenzou ? 

-Don’t call me like that please. 

-Don’t call me “senpai” then. What are you confused about ? 

-Well, if you’re in love with her, and she is in love with you…why don’t you two just date ? 

-Because if we do, she’ll die. 

-…I’m even more confused now. Maybe I’m too drunk. Or you’re too drunk. 

-I’m definitely drunk, but I can still think straight. 

-I don’t get it. I don’t get you. She’s obviously madly in love with you ! And she’s beautiful, kind, caring, nice, extremely funny…

-I know all of that Yamato. But I can’t. 

-But…Why ? 

-Because everyone I ever loved either died or betrayed me that’s why ! She has to stay away, or something will happen ! It’s simple really ! 

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Three Strikes

By: ProMarvelFanGirl

Pairing: Steve  x Reader

Warnings: NONE

Summary: Sam, Bucky, and Steve see you in a bar and all want a chance with you. 

A/n:  This never happens to me but happens to my friends all the time so I get to write stuff like this. 


It had been a night like any other, you and your girls were at the bar all distracting yourselves from one thing or another.   Your friends had long since ditched you as they had each found a guy to distract them.

Alyson was first to ditch you, her husband calling and begging her to come home since their daughter had suddenly started vomiting everywhere.   With a grimace she bid you both goodbye and made her way quickly towards the exit.

Caitlin after spending ten minutes flirting with the man across the room finally plucked up the courage to make her way to him.  You scan the room and search for her, you find her quickly wrapped in mystery man’s arms, the two of the attached at the lips.

You let out a sigh and turn back to the bartender and wave him over to order another drink.  You weren’t often the one guys come up to but it did happen on occasion.  You usually spent most of your night trying to make sure your friends don’t make bad life choices, so you don’t immediately notice the trio of handsome men watching you.

Steve, Sam, and Bucky had noticed you the minute they walked in the bar, the dim lights of the bar gave you a soft glow, your dress fitting you in all the right ways.  You were focused on your phone in front of you, so you missed them checking you out.  If your friends were still beside you, they would have confiscated your phone, telling you to get up and mingle.

The guys had ordered a round of beers and sat at a table off to the side, Sam and Bucky’s eyes never leaving your form. The entire time while waiting for drinks they had argued over who would get the opportunity to go up to you first.  Steve just shook his head and sat nursing his beer listening to his two best friends.

You finally looked up from your phone and turned on the bar stool to search for a man that you’d want to take home, you catch sight of the three men, two arguing over something and the other, who happened to be a gorgeous blond with bright blue eyes.  He was exactly what you were looking for.  You send him a shy smile which he returned before he grabbed the attention of his two companions, turning away quickly you scan for Caitlin again.

A hand on your shoulder draws your attention to a man with short black hair and rugged features, “Hey baby, do you come here often?”

You give the man a cold look and grab your drink before moving further down the bar, leaving him with a displeased look. “Where ya goin?!”

You park yourself on the other end of the bar shooting a glance at the blond again before taking a sip of your drink.

Sam stood and straightened the leather jacket he had covering his broad shoulders, “Well boys, looks like he’s out, so it’s a man’s turn now.”

Walking over to you, he gave you a grin, which you returned, after introducing yourselves, he began talking about how he was in the Air Force and was now in the Avengers. “I can even fly.”

He gives you an excited look after seeing you were interested, “I could fly you home if you wanted.”

You gave him a small smile and extend your hand to him, “No thanks.  I hope you have a good night though.”

Sam gives you a sad smile before making his way back to a laughing Bucky, Steve had met your eyes once again and bit his lip in shyness when he realized your eyes were locked on him.

“Clearly since you struck out, she wants a real soldier not some bird, later boys.”  Bucky stood quickly before Sam could stop him and waltzed his way over to the bar where you sat.

Placing his arm on the bar flexing a bit as he did, causing his already too tight tee shirt to stretch even more, “Hey doll I am Sergeant James Barnes, mind if ask you for a dance?”

You look at the man and wonder briefly if this was some kind of challenge between him and Sam.  “I’m Y/n, and I don’t dance.”

His grin widens a bit, “I could teach you.  I’m an amazing dancer.”

Giving you a wink he extends his arm to you, you look down at his hand and shake your head, “Thanks for the offer but I am going to pass.  It was nice meeting you Bucky.”

Bucky nods his head at you and makes his way back to Sam and Steve.  Bucky sat down beside Steve before taking a big gulp of his beer.

“She must have a boyfriend or a date or something.  Why would she turn down the two of us?”  James pointed between him and Sam as he spoke.

“Ever think that maybe she didn’t want to be bothered?  Besides it’s a ladies right not to be interested.”  Steve shrugged at Bucky.   He chances a glance at you again and see’s you with a blond girl.  You give her a hug before the blond girl is lead out the door by a man with glasses.

After Caitlin had left with lover boy, you decided it was time for you to head home too.  Chancing another look in the direction of the blond man’s table, you decide to make your move.

You get off the bar stool and straighten your dress, throwing your shoulders back you walk right up to the boys table, both Sam and Bucky give you wide smiles, figuring you had changed your mind.

Your eyes were solely focused on Steve’s, “I’m Y/n, I was hoping you might wanna get out of here and grab a coffee or something?”

A small smile appeared on Steve’s face, “Steve, I’d love to grab some coffee, I know a great diner right around the corner.”

“Maybe after you can take me home.”  You give him a broad smile as he stands and offers you his arm, which you take.

“I’ll see you boys later.”  Steve gave a two finger salute to Sam and Bucky before leading you out of the bar and down the street.

Sam turned to Bucky a look of disbelief on his face, while Bucky repeatedly hit his head on the table, “What just happened”


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