#punctuates it with a quick and nervous peck on the cheek

[marlenacantswim]

hello hot fuzz fandom. i love you all dearly, and i'm sure it's been talked about before in the years before i found my way into this fandom, but you know what i don't see brought up much? that danny showed up at nicholas's door after he'd left the police station defeated.

what was he there to say? to do? whatever his intentions were, they were interrupted by the slightly more pressing matters of a knocked-out lurch and a nicholas with a relit determination. why was he there? doesn't it feel like, after nicholas decided to walk home alone, that danny sat there in the station ruminating on whether or not to go after him? like there was something he needed to tell him?

can't you imagine the scene that would have played out if there was no lurch? danny at nicholas's door while he's midway through getting ready for bed? saying something about how he hated to see nicholas go off alone, and wondered if he really needed someone with him afterall???

[snzydarling]

Fall onto me

fandom: My Hero Academia

characters: Shouta Aizawa, Hizashi Yamada

cw: sneeze kink !!! mentions of coughing + brief mess

notes: ummmmmm I'm so nervous to post this !!! but it's for @waterfallofspace who is just the sweetest and always lights up my day + my dash every time we interact !!! Shes always making stuff for others and feeding my middle aged man obsession and I'm so thankful !!!!! I wish this. Was better. But um i tried my best and I hope you enjoy !!!!!

     After over 20 years of knowing each other, living with one another in both the dorms at UA and their apartment, Hizashi can confidently say that he knows his husband like the back of his hand. He knows Shouta’s food preferences, the temperature he likes his showers, and his preferred brand of eye drops 

-And what all of his different sneezes sound like.

So when Shouta walks through the door of their apartment, shuddering into his elbow with a muffled, heavy “hHD’SHHh-yu!”, Hizashi’s mind instantly darts to the Benydral kept in the bathroom cabinet, because Hizashi knows his husband, and knows the sound of his allergies all too well. 

But Shouta tends to get prickly when coddled, and everything Hizashi knows about his husband indicates irritation of more than one kind, so he keeps quiet. Instead, he smiles up at Shouta, who’s still sniffling in the entrance way as he drags himself out of the house and into his slippers, and greets him with a cherry “Bless you! Hello to you, too,” and revels in the well-natured eye roll he gets in acknowledgement. 

“hH’dTSHHh-yu! Damn. Sorry,” Is what his husband actually greets him with as he shuffles into the kitchen, rubbing his pinkened nose against his wrist. “I’ve been doing that all day.” He huffs like an old, burly dog as he sits at the table, and Hizashi can see an irritated wetness in his eyes as he hums down at his vegetables. 

“Not catching something, are ya? I’ve told you that you’ve gotta stop fussing over every student with the sniffles.” At that, Shouta shakes his lead a little too roughly, like he’s trying to shake off the tickle with it. “No, I feel fine. Jus’hiHt-! Just itchy.” He punctuates the sentence with a tickly cough, almost like he has to prove it. Hizashi can't empathize much, always prone to letting everything out as soon as it irritates him, but can sympathize, so he stands and stretches while his back gives a satisfying pop! and gives Shouta a small peck on the bridge of his nose that he knows will do the trick on his way to the stove. 

He hears his success as he lights the burner, first a quick snag in Shouta’s breath, then another, and then the creak of the chair as he shifts his weight suddenly “ hIH’dTSHh-yu! e’TCHhih! eHd’tCHh-iewh! ‘tCHHh-iew!  ” Hizashi listens, feigning an interest in the stove as his husband grumbles. “Bless you! That was cute.” He chirped. “No, it was gross.” Shouta corrects, and he can hear the congestion in his throat now. Poor thing. 

“Do you know what's setting you off? Can’t be pollen, it’s winter, and-” he leans over to press the back of his hand to Shouta’s cheek, mostly for show “- You’re cool as a clam, so it's not a cold.” Shouta opens his mouth to respond, but gets quickly interrupted with a quick gasp that sends him into his elbow once again. 

“hiD'TCHhi’yu! e'tTCHh- eD'SHH-iewh! hiH- hH'ESSHh-oo! ed'TCHHh-oo! ” Hizashi is face-front at the show this time, watching the crease in Shouta’s brow and the twitch of his nose from where it peaks above his sleeve. He dutifully passes along the tissues when his husband stays still for a beat too long, sniffling desperately, and starts to fill the quiet with enthusiasm blessing and talk of a new segment he's planning. He’s barely two sentences in, turned towards the stove again, when he hears Shouta take in a trembling gasp and muffle a tickly sounding “hihH”ndXT-iew!”, restrained and wholly unsatisfying-sounding. 

Hizashi whirls around to face him with his hands on his hips, playing the mother hen well as he scolds/ “Don’t do that, Sho! You’ll hurt yourself!” Then, in a softer tone, “Why don’t you go take a shower and wash whatever this is off.” He gives him a few hearty smacks on the back when he evolves into a fit of tickly, barking coughs that crescendo with a needy “e'hHDTSHh-yu!” that Hizashi thinks is all too cute. It must have cleared something out, because he stops sneezing for long enough to stand with cracking joints of his own (Christ, when did they get so old?) and disappear into the bathroom, pressing a hand to the small of Hizashi’s back as he passes. 

Besides a throat scraping fit that leaves Hizashi wincing in sympathy, responding with his own set of ‘Bless you!’ that probably gets muffled in the walls, everything seems to return to normal. When Shouta returns from the shower, hair wet and in a new set of clothes, nothing besides the occasional sniffle indicates much of anything was wrong, until they’re in the bedroom after dinner. Shouta sits on the bed, hunched over as he grades papers, while Hizashi stands in front of him and prepares for a late-night patrol. 

More specifically, the reprise occurs when Hizashi sprays a bit of cologne on himself, a gift from a fan he got on his patrol last night. It was a small bottle, labeled all in English, with a spiced scent he was fond of. But apparently, his husband wasn't. The moment he sprays it, Shouta gasps and starts to cough, leaving Hizashi laughing as he thumps him on the back for the second time that day. “That bad, huh? I like it.” “NohH - no, it’hHT-!.. It’s not that, ihHt-” He’s not able to finish explaining before he takes another stuttering breath, nostrils flaring and teeth peaking out from where his lips curl back, and buries himself in his sleeve. 

“e'TCHHhi- et’TSHHh-iewh! hiD'TCH!  hH’RSHHh-! ‘tSHHh-iewh! eH’NGKT-hH’NGT- e'SHHhi-yu! ” Hizashi is a bit awestruck, not accustomed to watching such an unprompted loss of control, spurred only when Shouta manages to hiss out “the perfume’hHTSHHh-iew!” before being thrown back into his elbow with another fit as Hizashi takes a wide step back, then a couple more as his husband starts to cough again. 

“hiDt'TSHhi-! hiD'TCH’yu! ‘tSHHhi-yu! hiH- ugh… snf” And, nose apparently satisfied, Shputa flops against the headboard, panting as a stray tear tracks down his face, carving out the slope of his cheekbones. He looks up at Hizashi with teasing and expectant eyes, eyebrows raised, and he can’t help but get lost for a second in how hot that is before remembering himself. 

“Bless you lots, sho! I lost count! Guess we found the culprit, huh?” He remembers, just barely, to keep his distance, plucking the bottle up from the nightstand with a stretch. “hiDt’sHHhi-! Ugh, yeah.” The congestion is back in his voice, leaving it thick and a bit crackly. “How was it on me this morning, though?” Hizashi has to think about that for a minute, leaning back on his heels, then remembers with a sheepish smile. 

“When I got back from patrol, I sprayed it in here, just to try it, y’know? It must’ve gotten in your hair. Oh, you poor thing, Sho!!” He says with drama, trying to make up for his lack of physical contact with words. 

“hiDT’CHh-yu!” Shouta snaps forward again, then sniffs as he straightens out. “Just remember to wash off before you come to bed.” He grumbles as Hizashi starts to back out of the room. He gives a mock salute, calling out a “Yes, Sir!” As he closes the bedroom door. While he toes on his shoes, he hears another muffled sneeze through the wall, and sticks around just long enough to hear a “thank you” for his blessing. 

[letstalkalatte]

counting tomorrows | hughie campbell x f!reader

Summary: Hughie leaves for work, and while you're left alone with your thoughts to consider the nature of your relationship, you recognize that you're already in too deep despite the worries you have that he's not being completely open to you about everything.

Content tags + warnings: SMUT (18+) It's not super graphic, but there's still sex. (Oral sex f!receiving, p in v, protection not mentioned) With a mixture of fluff and angst. fbsa!hughie, some language, and alcohol consumption. An alternate version of events that takes place sometime between S2 finale to S3 premiere.

Note: This started out as 700 words (blame the diff color of work collars wikipedia page, i didn't realize there were so many lol) from when I last left it, to 6.4k once I finished with it today. This originally was going to be a lot lower stakes and lighter tone, as you can tell by the intro, yet it evolved into this. Something compelled me to give a smidge of backstory and the nature of their relationship. Also, what can I say, Hughie looks good in the shirt and tie. 👔 Enjoy? Seriously, anytime I receive indication that someone's read and enjoyed, it does make me smile. Feel free to pair it with this cover song for more cheesiness. So without further ado,

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"Mm, look at you, making us pink collars look bad. Traitor." you cooed sarcastically. You continued to look up at him, as you insisted that you would help him fix his tie this time. It's not like he didn't know how to, but really, you insisted.

"Well, I was technically… no collar for a while, I guess." he simply said, with his brows creasing as he was trying to figure out what he would have been classified as a fugitive.

"Details, details. Who needs em, right? We're talking about the present." you grinned, giving his soft cheek a pat, admiring his freshly shaven face.

"Although, wouldn't I be considered a red collar now?" his eyes weren't focused on anything in particular, as you could tell on his face he was actually trying to find the accurate term.

"Hughie." you placed a hand on his freshly ironed shirt, and not quite gripping on it since you didn't want to cause him to look any less sharp. "You're wearing a white shirt. Pretty sure, you've got a white collar job." your eyes narrowed, as you could catch on to him correcting your irony.

"Pfffbt, no, no yeah, white collar, you're right." He cracked a nervous smirk, as he took the hand you pressed against him to hold. "There's offices, so yeah."

Even though you knew the correct terms weren't a big deal to you; it was mainly just a little play on words, especially since you were absolutely smitten when you got to see him right before work, but then the times, post work. In the morning, he looked so spiffy, hair neat, fresh-faced and in a generally bright mood. Although it was also something else entirely, seeing the loosened tie and his form much more relaxed, and at times, the tired look he sported did not escape your notice. You figured that it had something to do with wanting to be the reason to make your man, who's looking all prim and proper-- look a little wrecked.

"Too bad it'd probably be entirely unwise of us… if I tried to visit you during work, huh?" you slowly spoke, running your hand a tad lower from his chest, fingers splayed out across his abdomen.

"Well, I'd probably lose my job… and given the nature of what I do," he gulped, an image of you lying over his desk, giving him your come hither look would likely be branded in his mind for the rest of the day. "I'd probably have to do some time." He laughed at the thought, shaking his head as he gave you a quick peck on the lips. "Very, very tempted, though." he confessed.

"I mean, that's just if we got caught." you quipped back, tapping your fingers gently over his shirt in thought, as you then pretended to be smoothing it out again. "Besides, if you ever have like, an exceptionally slow day, you know I'm just a text away." You punctuated your words by patting his back pocket, the one housing his phone at the moment.

"You know I love you, right?" he exhaled, an affectionate grin gracing his face.

"Mm, love you too." you simply groaned to yourself, probably feeling like you were being a pest about it. Happily, he gave you an even more generous kiss, your lips connecting and melding just a bit longer than your typical farewell morning kisses. "I'll you see you later, yeah? We're making some headway on a case, and I feel really good about it."

"Mm, be careful. I'll lock up when I'm dressed." you shrugged, standing there in one of Hughie's shirts.

"I mean, you know I'm never opposed to you sticking around… a bit longer, or greeting me once I get back." He suggested, as he hugged your waist close to him. "Since it's your day off, but I'm not saying you don't have anything else better to do than housesit…or something, for me."

"As much as I'd love to cook us dinner… you don't exactly have much to work with at the moment."

"Shit. Yeah, I know, I haven't had a chance to get groceries this week." he shook his head. "Well, why don't I pick up something for us?"

"Alright, you've got me convinced." your lips were bursting at the seams with a wide smile, as you slowly felt his arms leaving you, with him heading towards the door.

"Okay, I'll surprise you."

You blew him a kiss, to which he caught with his hand, shutting the door after a wave.

Now, alone with your thoughts, you let out a heavy sigh you had been holding onto. You took a seat on the couch, running a hand through your hair as you considered the nature of your relationship. You had been seeing Hughie for officially close to half a year. But you'd known him for longer, he and his dad were your neighbors, so you'd seen him in passing, so maybe you hadn't exactly known him that well back then.

Really, what took your notice was that he would be out in the yard taking care of the lawn when he could, or taking out the trash. You'd wave when you were getting ready to leave for work some days. And you would occasionally greet each other if you happened to see him as you took your walks in the late afternoon; small talk about weather and whatnot. You didn't always see his dad, which you chocked up to them being kind of private, but you never really liked questioning people about their personal lives if it didn't come up naturally.

Again, you couldn't help but notice the things Hughie took care of while he was home, which made you sometimes imagine how caring of a personality he seemed to take on. All that time, you really wanted to get to know him, but it didn't seem like that much time passed, when you started noticing his lady friend visiting quite a bit. It's not like you were being nosey about it, you just took note of it, and you weren't the kind of person to pursue someone involved already.

It was some time later you actually learned her name, Robin. Unfortunately, it was only then you learned of it because of her devastating death. It was so sudden, and you noticed how those things that were normally cared for by Hughie, would go untouched. You definitely couldn't blame him, and it was hard to see that kind of deterioration grief causes a person. There wasn't so much mention of it on the news after the week initially passed. But you knew that didn't mean the painful sting was any less for those who knew and loved her.

You found yourself attempting to keep to your regular routine for your walks, but you kept alert, in hopes you could catch Hughie. You certainly didn't want to press or say anything inappropriate. But you wanted to at least offer some kind of condolence, or sympathetic thought, as awkward as you felt about mentioning anything. You kept it simple, but you just couldn't act like it never happened.

You slowed to a stop, as you saw Hughie walking out from the front door, likely leaving for work. You paused your music, as you gave him a small wave, coming to a stop. "Hey, neighbor."

Hughie stopped, as he kept his lips closed, attempting a small smile that he likely forced as not to be rude. "Hey," he said, your name following right after.

"Not here to keep you or anything, I just… God, it's so fucked up. I know I didn't know her-- Robin, but I am so, so sorry." Your throat felt so incredibly dry, as you didn't know if it had been better if you just avoided the interaction.

He looked back, his face looking so much more defeated up close, especially his eyes-- normally they were so aglow with his trademark smile whenever he talked about the smallest of things. And just seeing him like this made you feel so much more unprepared in hoping to console him.

"Yeah, seriously." he looked down, mostly at the ground, or his shoes. The broken eye contact, made it that much more obvious he likely needed space, and who were you to question it. "It still doesn't even feel real, honestly."

Your brows furrowed, as you inhaled, feeling as though you might be holding back tears yourself. "I.. I just want to say that, if you need anything. Like, seriously, I'm here."

You wanted to offer your time, and as much as you felt guilty about even the subtlety of it, you couldn't actually say out loud how willing you were to lend him an ear. It just felt wrong somehow, as your mind was the farthest from making any kind of advance, you genuinely just wanted to be a friend somehow.

"I appreciate that, thanks." he briefly looked at you, and then back at the direction he was going to be heading. What he really wanted to say was that, 'There's nothing anyone can do to make it better. She's gone. Not by some accident, but murdered.' Which just made this all the more harder for him to stomach any condolences he heard, no one else seemed to understand what he was going through.

"Of course. I'll let you get going." you said, giving a final wave as you jogged off. Shutting your eyes briefly as you already felt regret for even bothering him at this point.

You were completely out of touch with Hughie at some point, you thought that maybe he even moved away. Not until you saw his photo on television, you couldn't believe that him, of all people who would be considered a criminal, one that was involved in a nationwide manhunt. There was just absolutely no way. Your interactions with Hughie were so surface level, but you never would have imagined him to be a dangerous person. So what the hell was going on?

It was only a couple of years later, that you would have it somewhat answered for you. But you honestly never thought you'd even see Hughie again. Imagine your surprise when you saw him enter the cafe you worked at, you wordlessly dropped the cup you'd been working on, as if you lost control of your hands.

You dropped to the floor as you quickly recovered the cup, rushing to get the mop after you cursed under your breath, one of your coworkers snapping his head in your direction. "Hey, you okay?"

You shook your head, with your face looking unreadable at the moment. He quickly offered to take the mop for you so he could clean it. "Oh, really… you don't have to do that." you sighed.

He insisted, as you immediately went to remaking the order, and you nodded over at Hughie as if he was just some customer. "I'll be right with you!"

You then called out the finished cup for the customer, returning to your register, knowing that you likely would have to acknowledge Hughie. And just as you were about to greet him, he beat you to the punch.

He said your name like it was a question, seeming just as surprised to see you somehow. Even though you were here just as you had always been, nothing really was all that different, you reasoned. "Wow, it's been forever."

Your lips quirked up as you couldn't seem to think of a way to reply for a moment. Your eyes locked onto his, as you thought for a moment. "Hughie, I didn't think I was ever going to see you again. I'd ask how you're doing but, you look… like you're going somewhere important." You noted the suit and tie, as he laughed. While, he seemed like Hughie, there was something remarkably different about him, and it wasn't necessarily the attire. Part of you wanted to question him, but it also did not feel like the time or place, especially with you being on the clock.

"Yeah, sorta. I'm just here to pick up some coffee for work. My boss swears by this place." he laughed nervously, almost as if you put him on the spot, although you saved him from any complicated questions you could have asked.

"It has its moments, and luckily, you just missed one of the rushes." you simply stated, tapping your fingers consciously on the counter, as you seemed to be catching your breath.

Noticing that the door's bell rang as a few more customers entered, he decided to not waste anymore time and gave his order to you. He kept his hands shoved into his pockets, watching you carefully as you didn't seem to look back up at him, as you started on the couple of cups of coffee.

Once you came back up with his order, he smiled, opening his mouth before his thoughts could really formulate what he was going to say.

"Look, don't worry about it, I'm not expecting a tip." you laughed, hoping to divert the subject as this already felt an insane amount of awkward you weren't typically prepared for.

"Oh no, that's not…" he sighed, his gaze seemingly holding so much more than you had ever received from him before. Not that you didn't feel those twinges of chemistry before, but you never thought you would catch a glimpse of it ever again. "I know you have like a ton of questions, and I'd explain. But I'm already late as is, is there any way you would want to get a coffee sometime?"

Your lips parted, as you looked up at him, not quite sure what you even wanted to say. Was Hughie asking to catch up… and with you? You did not wake up today, thinking this was how your Tuesday would turn out.

"Uh, well I already had my espresso today, it might be pushing it if I had another." you said, your laugh sounding a bit guarded.

"I mean, not here but anywhere else, and like another day. Only if you even want to, I completely understand if you don't." he sputtered. He probably didn't wake up today thinking his Tuesday would start out like this either.

"Okay." you simply said. You held up one of the cups, taking out the sharpie from your apron, writing down your phone number over the sleeve. Little did you know, the one with oatmilk was not infact his, as he would have to switch out the sleeve since you just wrote it on Neuman's.

Once he left as quickly as he had been here, your focus for the day seemed to have taken off out the door with him, because you couldn't seem to get a hold of it. And you were so close to leaving early for the day, but you mustered up just enough willpower to finish your shift, somehow.

Back to the physical present, you kept there on his couch, wondering once again how you got this far.

The coffee did happen, and you did get some explanation, but at the time anything would have sufficed, it seemed. You were just genuinely relieved that Hughie didn't end up dead somewhere. You were able to hear his laugh again; able to witness how his eyes crinkled with that handsome smile. But with it, along came with just some of the details. As much as he was vague during your first reunion, you would later find out a bit more each time you two had an outing.

You insisted to yourself that you were just catching up, that these were opportunities-- a way for you to live up to your previous offers to hear him out, the ones you had been unable to truly give back then. You felt hopeless even, because you knew deep down you always had the potential, that familiar gnawing that you could have fallen for Hughie back then. You never would have felt you could have it now. You missed your chance, you thought. It was foolish to even think about it, you were just being neighborly. A friend.

Your perspective, while you were already apprehensive about how the country literally worshipped Superheroes, your idea of them shifted even moreso to one of distrust when you learned more of Hughie's experiences. Save for some details he decided might be better left unsaid. Details about the couple of lives he took, and just how intimate things were between him and Starlight.

He wasn't even entirely sure why he didn't just admit it all to you. Maybe, he was afraid you wouldn't have been able to accept the whole truth, that you would have just walked out to not have to deal with all the baggage.

There was one night in particular, that Hughie seemed to be more troubled and less put together as he appeared recently. He invited you over to his apartment within the next month, to which he might have had a bit too much to drink. And maybe you did, too.

As you both were on the couch, watching something on blu-ray, as you weren't always keen on cable or watching the news. You were laying on the opposite side of he couch, with your knees bent, your legs tucked just enough to not brush Hughie, as he sat on the farther end. Things were abnormally quiet between you two, but you shifted to sit up once it was over. He glanced at you as he shut the tv off, a dazed out expression on his face, as you just half smiled.

You finally spoke with a sharp exhale, "Well, that's my cue."

"I can't just let you leave, we're both clearly not in a state to drive." he sighed, his face reading guilty.

"Well yeah, but I also can't just stay here overnight."

"You could take my room. Because I take responsibility for this, I'll happily take the couch." he quickly suggested, laughing halfheartedly.

"Mm, fine." you shook your head. You were certainly not prepared for this, you never stood overnight at Hughie's. So you weren't even sure how you'd even brush your teeth, and the fact that you'd remain unshowered until tomorrow.

You both continued to sit in silence, not saying anything else, he kind of just stared ahead, fiddling with the fabric of his sweats on his leg. You swallowed, and you figured you would be the one to end the quiet. "Hey, did something happen? You just seem off tonight. I probably shouldn't ask…" you finally said, already fighting with what came out.

"I'm just… I'm still adjusting. I mean, god, I'm so lucky I'm where I'm at right now."

You quietly listened, looking over at him through the dimly lit room, still equally distanced on the couch. It was dark outside by now, and it almost felt a tad too intimate for you to be around right now. It could also just be the alcohol in your system, making you feel a bit fuzzy, and almost like your body was not entirely its own.

"I don't want to lose it though, I don't want to screw it up." he slowly spoke, looking back at you.

"There's people out there who haven't even had to endure a quarter of what you have, and they're total assholes. You're fine, Hughie, seriously." you attempted to soothe his worries.

"Thanks," he carefully continued, "Sometimes I feel like I'm a hypocrite, wanting normalcy. After all that's happened."

"I think it's natural, wanting stability. Considering, you're just, well… you might not feel fully put together. But really, does anyone ever find themselves like that?"

He watched you, not so quick to speak, as he wanted to hear what else you might have to say. It put him at ease, just hearing your sincerity, it was clear in the way you made time for him like you were now.

"Despite everything, if it means something-- I don't think I've ever felt more normal than when I'm around you. I mean, besides the butterflies, but that's… actually, well yeah that's also kind of natural, I guess."

You could see the rise and fall of his chest heightened after your words-- sensing there was something very charged between the short space left in the middle of you two. You also suddenly realized how cheesy that might have sounded coming from you. Quite quickly, you reasoned you should probably start heading to his room so you could sleep away the shame. But that wouldn't be what happened, as you felt Hughie stand up as well, and he carefully crossed over into your space.

Your eyes lowered, feeling a bit small under his gaze, and you just knew this might have been a bit more mutual then you originally thought. He spoke your name suddenly, as you looked back up at him. "If you don't want this, you can slap me, and I would never hold that against you."

With one fluid motion, you felt him gently tug your waist towards him as he met your lips very suddenly, almost as if it was the most natural thing, as if you had only been sitting any closer earlier, it would have been inevitable, as you were absolutely magnetizing to him.

You didn't quite match his kiss immediately, but your hands rose slowly up his shirt, so that you could wrap you arms around him, parting your lips as you allowed him to lead into deepening it. There was something about it that showed how restrained he had kept this hunger beneath the surface, so it had you startled.

"Hughie, we probably shouldn't…" you gasped, your tone a bit more airy than usual, as you withdrew from him just enough to speak.

His nose brushed against yours, as he was a bit out of breath himself, "No, we probably shouldn't. But…"

You looked back up, before giving back into kissing him, your body pressed against his like it had always been this close, when infact it's the first time there was no physical space between you both. You couldn't tell if it was just your heart hammering against your chest, or if you could feel his own beating as well. "But it's stupid, we've been drinking… Hughie, I don't want us to regret… anything."

His grip over your waist felt a tad tense, as you knew it was taking everything in him to stop. "Yeah, no you're totally right. But it's not the alcohol… I promise," he continued, speaking against your lips as it didn't seem like there was anything else that could prevent this from escalating, besides you making it known, of course.

"Mmph," you were once again quieted, just enjoying the moment as it was, as you could feel his excitement growing. It made you realize that if you didn't pull back now, it would escalate and you knew once that threshold was crossed, things could never be the same. And you just weren't sure tonight was the night to brazenly decide that.

So very reluctantly, you broke the kiss. "Hughie… I, let's um, I'm sorry. I didn't-"

"Don't apologize, I'm the one that kissed you, remember?" he said, shutting his eyes suddenly as he braced for that slap. Yet, it wasn't going to come.

"Okay, okay. Let's just… let's get some sleep, and we'll just. We'll go back to normal tomorrow. This never happened." you sighed, leaving him to find that your response was indiscernible, at least for now.

Without another word, you quickly left for Hughie's room, hoping to escape the embarrassment you felt. You couldn't believe that happened. It was a good thing that Hughie was typically a reasonable guy, so you were sure that things would get sorted out tomorrow.

That next morning, you came out from the room quietly, glancing around the living room to check if Hughie was up before you. He was, he was dressed in shorts and looked like he actually had been up for a while. "Hey, how's your head?" he cracked a casual smile.

You yawned, and walked across heading to the kitchen sink. "I've had worse, honestly. Not too bad, but I am pretty thirsty."

He reached into the cupboards, handing you a glass, to which you mouthed a thank you. You turned on the faucet, so that you could gulp down the water. Afterwards, you placed the glass into the sink, deciding to be the first one to make acknowledgement. "It was weird waking up in a bed other than my own, gotta say." you said, mostly joking as you rubbed the morning out of your eyes.

"Hey, it was the least I could do. I couldn't have you trying to drive back home like that." he shrugged.

You looked over at the digital clock on the coffee maker, before even registering that the freshly brewed scent was wafting all around you. "Hughie, aren't you late for work? Oh, I am so sorry." The realization hit you.

"Hey, hey. It's fine, I called in for today. I wasn't just going to leave you here without saying anything. Figured it'd be better if I just waited for you to wake up first."

Your eyebrows creased as the look on your face was pained, feeling absolutely like a problem already. "No, you should retract that. Just let them know you're late, and that you can make it afterall." you quickly said, not realizing you were kind of chiding him.

"I'd rather just spend the day with you, honestly." His eyes gazed at you with purpose, as you could only stare back a bit dumbfounded at him.

You sighed, rubbing your temples slowly with your fingers. "Hughie, seriously. Please, you really should go to work."

"Look, I remember last night. Not so much anything about the movie, but," he carefully started. You could already feel the blood rushing to your cheeks, as you watched him draw closer to you, rounding the table so that you were facing each other straight on. "And you said something about butterflies, right?"

His face was completely nonjudgmental, as you realized again that you kind of confessed your feelings to him last night. Infact, he didn't seem bothered at all, at least not in the way that would keep him from you. If anything, you knew that it would be difficult to resume being just friends, even if you didn't end up sleeping together.

"I could hardly sleep, I couldn't stop thinking about you. About that kiss," he seemed genuinely taken with you, and he knew he was being a total romantic, but he couldn't leave things without addressing it first.

Your eyes drifted down to his lips, as you met his eyes once more, only just fueling his confidence that he wasn't crossing boundaries. Your breathing became audible to yourself, as you knew that you weren't just going to replay last night's kiss, but you were going to experience a continuation of it. This time, with your initiation of your second kiss.

With that, you both ventured into his room, with your hands never fully leaving each other. You were soon nestled back into his sheets, the door shut as you found yourself in his arms. It was a mutual decision that had been inescapable, and that you would have ended up here sooner or later, it was only a question of your determination to hold back from pursuing it.

You got up from the couch, walking over to the sink, as the memories replayed through your head of how you came to this relationship. You turned on the faucet, absentmindedly washing last night's dishes as you remained absorbed in your thoughts.

You knew it might have felt a bit soon to even broach the subject, but sometimes it felt like it made so much sense how well you two fit together, how you wondered if you could move in together someday. Giving you a spare key to his place wasn't exactly helping matters, as you knew you were absolutely head over heels for him. It kind of terrified you what this could mean for the future, and if things could stay this way. Part of you knew, even if he hadn't exactly expressed it, that he buried his worries about whether or not it was possible.

The rest of your day ended up feeling like a blur, as you didn't feel as though you did much of note, besides deciding to bring back some groceries for Hughie. As embarrassed as he might be, you just wanted to reaffirm the consideration you had for him.

Once he was back home, he unlocked the door, calling out for you. You came back from the bedroom, smiling and greeting him as you took the bag of takeout from him. "Hey, how was work?"

You knew there was only so much he could tell you, as he would usually tell you that his work was confidential. It was kind of difficult for you to take, as you wondered if it was for your protection, or if the nature of his job would only drive the wedge between you both. He was always so sweet about it, asking you in turn how your day went. Now and then, if you were especially persistent, he gave you vague details that would keep you somewhat content.

You just missed him so much when you were apart, whether it was because of work, or not. And he just looked so good tonight, his tie off, and sleeves rolled up as he took care of the dishes this time. Once he was finished, he wiped his hands off on one of the kitchen rags. You watched him from the table, giving him that look paired with your flirty smile that answered the question before he could ask.

"If I didn't know any better, it looks like you're still starved." he started with his eyebrow quirked, noticing you stand up from the chair.

"I'm not quite satisfied yet." you smirked, taking his hand in yours, lacing your fingers together.

"Yeah? Did I forget something?" he teased back. After this prompted him to squeeze your hand back, he then slowly withdrew from yours, so that he could settle both of his hands ontop of your hips, his fingertips pressing into your skin as your shirt rode up a bit from the action. You swayed back ever so slowly yet suggestively, as he moved with your rhythm, meeting each other's lips again.

"Maybe." you murmured against his mouth, your lips moist from your little makeout session.

"Rejog my memory?" he asked sweetly.

"Okay," you breathed, leading him to his bedroom. Once you were inside, you got on the bed, lying down on your back as you watched from above you, with him still standing at the foot of the bed. He was starting to unbutton his white dress shirt, to which you shot up suddenly, grasping his wrist. "Wait, can you keep it on?"

"Anything for you." he eagerly complied. He began running his hands up your legs, as he gently tugged your pants off from your body and pulled you forward with an unexpected force, that had you startled for a moment, your legs were now dangling off from the edge of the bed. He lowered himself to his knees as you knelt your head trying to match the new height, desperately kissing him.

He broke from your lips, his eyes heavily lidded, as he made it very obvious what he was thinking at this point. "I want to make sure you're relaxed," he emphasized, gently lowering you down to lay back again.

He hovered over you, giving you a few more moments so you could feel his lingering mouth on your own, before he traveled downwards. His soft hands continued to smooth over your stomach, as it inched up your shirt, letting it expose more of your skin to be revealed to him. Taking the extra time to let you anticipate where he would end up. You both knew, as his lips were feather light on your stomach and then the dip of your waist, as he peeled your panties down very carefully.

You swallowed, feeling a sudden jolt in your abdomen, as you were extremely sensitive to any touch within the vicinity of your thighs. Once your panties were fully pulled off from your ankles, taking note of a small trail of stickiness that had ran down from being smeared down your thigh.

Your voice coming out a bit high, "Hughie…"

"Mm," he only hummed, as you could feel his mouth enveloping the heat between your thighs. You immediately found your fingertips raking through his hair affectionately, as you cautioned that you would need to remember how to breathe.

You arched your back, as it seemed it only took a few minutes for Hughie to find a rhythm that had your heart dancing, your thighs held down by his grip as you sighed out with a pleasurable relief. You could feel your hips buck suddenly, as you hadn't even realized Hughie was also now using two of his fingers to pleasure you. Your back was completely off the mattress, as you were sitting up, hoping to anchor yourself as one hand remained in his hair, the other grasping onto the sheets for dear life.

"S-So much for making the bed…" you suddenly breathed, finding your eyes shut as you were so shy about watching him whenever he was kneeling for you like this.

Just hearing you speak, made him intensify the pleasure he was working to give you, likely not that it was a goal to quiet you, but so that you could just fully let go and lose your thinly-veiled composure. Maybe, he just enjoyed when you lost your mind with him, temporarily unable to find comprehensible speech during these moments.

It didn't take much longer for you to reach your climax, as he allowed you to reach and ride your high, your body still needing time to recover, as you could feel him help you up the bed. You smiled up at him as your head nestled into the pillows, not even thinking twice about reaching up to kiss him, tasting yourself. Your cheeks burned, as you continued for a few moments more.

Hughie left the bed, so that he could remove his slacks and boxers, moving with purpose as he reclaimed his spot above you, kissing your neck as he looked into your eyes, asking you with that look if you wanted the rest of him.

You wordlessly nodded, cupping his face with both of your hands as you gave him a quick kiss. He gently laid his forehead into yours, as you both found yourself just where you belonged, it was more than just a physical thing. You never felt so strongly about anyone before, you shut your eyes, as you felt him reach deeper inside of you after a few moments of waiting.

He continued to leave kisses that felt ignited all over your skin, from your lips to your cheek, down to your jaw. With a particular thrust, you could feel his face tucked into your collarbone and neck at times, as he breathlessly groaned into your flushed skin.

You could tell that this was never just a way for him to selfishly chase pleasure, but was a way to speak to each other unfiltered, even if it meant that you knew he was not ready to bare his soul to you. You could at least understand, that in a way, you were seeing something more, and yet you could see a flash of it in his eyes. You weren't entirely sure if it was regret for keeping something hidden, or restraint, but as you locked eyes with him in the dark-- you could sense that whatever was to become of you two, you were never going to be the same again.

And maybe you could live with that-- maybe you could have the patience to endure the scars that caused Hughie to feel so far to begin with-- that you might end up becoming some semblance of home for him. You gripped onto his back as you could feel him getting closer to his own release, as he held onto your thighs, lifting them just a bit off the bed, as he huffed with each thrust.

He moaned your name quietly, as he met your eyes, nearly crumbling at the absolute adoration you held for him under your gaze. He repeated your name once more, as your own voice pleaded helplessly for him to not hold himself back from you any longer. With a final shuddering drive of his hips, you felt him still from above you, as your body in turn just drew him in further, welcoming every bit of him.

You laid there catching your breath, as Hughie gently took his place beside you, carefully fixing your hair gently as if he could possibly fit each strand in their usual state.

"I love you," you watched him, hoping that the tears forming in your eyes were not visible in the dark of the room.

"I love you, too." he replied back without hesitation, admiring you as he nuzzled his head into your neck.

"I wish it was always perfect like this." you spoke with meaning, as he watched you, gently taking your hand to leave a kiss on the back of it.

"Me too." he cracked a smile, as his mind raced with the impending paranoia that something, anything could ruin what he had with you. It was not the first time his life was turned completely upside down, he just didn't want to drag you down into it if it happened again. It was the worry that it could be too late, and that by starting this with you, it was only a matter of time that he'd lose you, or the stability he hoped he could maintain.

"I guess we can't worry about tomorrow, though, huh?" you spoke tiredly, closing your eyes as you sighed. "I'm just glad we had today."

He could sense a certain sadness in your tone, almost as if you had read his mind. "We've got tomorrow, too. And every tomorrow after." he soothed, his tone reassuring. God, how could he have such an effect on you? You were as unsure as you were certain.

"Mmm." you leaned your forehead against his, as you could feel yourself surrendering further into slumber. You were in too deep, you knew that. You were ready to fight for your future with Hughie, even if deep in the pit of your stomach, knew that it could mean that these moments were just before the fall.

[mydictionary-yume]

Drabblecember Day 24 + 25: Big Get Together + Gift Exchange

Word Count: 1218

Taglist: @make-my-dream @thechavanator @dango-daydreams

Lu softly smiled to herself, gazing over the Mankai dorm’s common room, at all the commotion over the annual Christmas party. It was always an event to remember, at least according to Sakuya, along with a few of her friends outside the company, several of which were also attending for their first time, some for a repeat year. The chatter of the members turned to mush in her ear as she took a sip of her drink, taking a gander at all the attendees.

There were the members of the company, that was a given, she thought as she watched Masumi vying for Izumi’s attention, only for him to notice Lu staring, giving her a nasty scowl. She smirked, gesturing for him to get back to what would be a fruitless endeavor for him. Tsuzuru groaned, taking Masumi’s shoulder to attempt to lead him to grab more snacks, apologizing to their director as he did so.

Looking to the kitchen, she spotted Banri and Juza bickering as usual, this time over whether or not Juza really had enough gingerbread. Isa was at Banri’s side, tugging at his sleeve as she begged him to calm down, telling him it really was up to Juza when he had enough. Hahn only chuckled from where she sat next to Juza, taking his hand as he took another bite, making sure to give Banri a firm scowl before turning back to his partner as they planted a kiss to his cheek.

Lu had to laugh a little at the scene, grateful she wasn’t the one Banri was at the throat of tonight, though she did feel a little sorry for their poor partners.

A quick glance to one of the corners of the room led her to find Free, Taichi, and Azuma talking softly about something or another. Taichi was constantly rubbing her back, making sure she wasn’t overwhelmed by the noise or people at any point, and Azuma kept his voice low as well. It was a peaceful sight, Lu thought, and Free was lucky to be cared for so deeply, especially during this season.

It was a lovely party, and it was a nice feeling to be surrounded by family and friends so closely like this. That was, except for the fact that something was missing. There was one place she kept finding herself drifting to, and for good reason.

Sakuya sat by the window, staring out into the dark courtyard. He had briefly mentioned hoping for a white Christmas to her the day before, but she didn’t expect him to be that invested in attempting to get it to snow, even if his method was to simply sit and stare.

Lu stood to approach him, placing a hand on his back.

“You think staring out there’s gonna make it snow?” She asked, startling him.

“Oh! I mean, you never know, right?” He replied with a nervous giggle.

Lu could only sigh. She set her drink down, dragging her fingers down his arms to find his hands, taking them gently.

“Are you okay? You’ve been kinda quiet,” she noted. Sakuya simply shook his head.

“I’m okay. It’s just… it’s nice. It’s loud and chaotic, but it’s kinda calming,” he responded, a soft smile gracing his features. Lu breathed a sigh of relief.

“Thank god, I was worried you were drowning again,” she joked, letting go of his hands to give him a teasing shove. “Oh, by the way, is it fine if I give you my gift now? I doubt I’ll stick around after the party, and there’s only a few more hours left of Christmas.”

Sakuya’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Now?”

“I can stay after if you want, though, it’s fine-“

“No, it’s great! Just let me get yours, okay? Meet me in the courtyard,” he punctuated his request with a peck to her cheek. Lu grinned.

“Gotcha.”

Sakuya waved to Lu as he exited his room, a small, but exquisitely wrapped, present in his hands. She returned the gesture as he sat on the bench next to her.

“Do you wanna go first or should I?” Lu asked, looking to his gift, then back to hers.

“You should go first! Mine’s, uh, kinda special,” Sakuya replied hesitantly.

“Okay. Then, here!”

She held out her gift to him, a small box wrapped in paper lined with hearts, topped with an adhesive bow. He took the gift graciously, carefully tearing into the paper, being as gentle as possible.

What he revealed was a silver necklace, with a dog tag pendant. He brought the tag into his palm, taking a closer look as to what was engraved on it.

On one side, it was his name. On the other, Lu’s. Each was followed by a small heart beneath the name, and Sakuya felt his cheeks heat up at the amount of effort she must have gone through to do all of that for him.

“I tried to get it in a style you might like so you could use it often!” Lu blurted. “Is it okay? Was I close?”

Sakuya hesitated, looking back to the pendant, before tackling Lu into a hug.

“I guess I have my answer!” She said with a giggle.

“It’s perfect,” he murmured into her.

“It’s not much! Kinda pricey, but really, it’s the least I could do! I love you, Saku!”

“I love you too,” he repeated, releasing his hold. “My turn, I guess.”

Sakuya held out his gift to her, displaying the hard work he had put into just the wrapping. Lu took it gently, casually tearing into the paper. What awaited her was a sight to behold. She opened the box, only to gasp at what greeted her.

She was met with a silver ring, engraved with a pink gemstone. Lu stared at her boyfriend, jaw slack. He bashfully scooted slightly closer to her.

“It’s a promise ring,” he started, taking the ring from its box. “I figured that once everything settles down with Mankai, maybe we can too. If you’re up to it, I mean,” he added.

He took her hand, treating it as if it were the most delicate thing on the planet, and slowly slipped the ring on her finger. Lu watched him with careful attention, her breath catching in her lungs.

“I love you,” Sakuya repeated once more, placing a gentle kiss to her knuckle, just like that first day.

Lu couldn’t believe this was happening. She gasped, only to plunge into his arms, stealing his lips for her own. He jumped, but settled into the kiss, allowing it to last as long as they could let it. When they released, it was with a small murmur from Lu.

“I love you too. I’ll stay. I promise.”

“Good.”

Lu sat up properly, raising her head to stare at the sky. She smiled excitedly.

“Saku,” she whispered. “Look.”

He complied, and gasped a little.

“It’s snowing,” he breathed.

“Looks like you got that white Christmas you wanted. Wait, can I change my gift? Can we pretend like this was also my gift?”

“Sure. Maybe it was,” Sakuya replied with a chuckle, scooting closer to Lu to watch the falling snow.

Lu grinned, planting a kiss to the top of his head.

“Oh, I almost forgot. Merry Christmas, Saku.”

“Merry Christmas, Lu.”

[silly-mouse]

Shower Time

Idk I just think Karl would be the kinda boyfriend to follow you into the bathroom when you need a shower because he wants to hang out with you

Romantic CC!Karl Jacobs x gn!reader, ~600 words, implied nudity

“What’s this little white bottle with the purple top?”

You peeked around the shower curtain to watch your boyfriend rummaging through your products on the counter. “Face moisturizer,” you told him, ducking back in to finish washing your hair.

“What makes it different from regular lotion?”

You faltered at that. “... I think it’s more, like, sensitive-skin friendly? It’s lighter, too, so it soaks into your skin quicker.”

Karl hummed, studying the bottle. He took a quick glance to make sure the shower curtain was closed before squirting a small amount on his finger. He experimentally smeared it between two fingers before spreading it across his cheeks, oohing at the feeling.

“You better not be wasting all my moisturizer,”

“I’m not,” he instantly defended, putting the bottle back and rubbing it into his skin in case you decided to check. “‘Cuz this is thriller,” he hummed along to your phone as he snooped through the rest of your little containers, picking up a few to read the labels. “You’re running low on toothpaste,” he called out. “We should go to the store tomorrow.”

“Sounds good,” you hummed as you smacked your body wash bottle against your palm, huffing as the bottle farted. “Can you get me a fresh bottle from under the sink,” you asked, sticking your hand out of the shower for him to take the empty bottle.

He found a new bottle, taking the plastic off your you and popping the top to give it a sniff. “Ooh, this one smells good,” he sang, trading with you. “I’m gonna be smelling you like crazy.”

“As if you need another reason to cling to me,” you teased.

“Nyeeh,” he mocked, grabbing a towel from the cupboard. “I’ll be right back, think about your actions.”

“Sure,” you hummed, waving a hand even though he couldn’t see you. You gave a hum of mock thought as you washed, just in case he was still in the room listening. “Can’t believe I made fun of my poor boyfriend,” you mused. “He’s never made fun of me, especially not in front of thousands of people on the internet. No, he’s a perfect angel, he’s never do something like that.”

You got tired of making fun of your boyfriend to an empty bathroom, humming along to your music as you finished up your shower. “I’m back,” Karl sang, a gulp punctuating his words.

“Did you leave me for a monster?”

“The monster was incidental,” he excused weakly, throwing back another sip.

“Well, can you pass me a towel?” He giggled excitedly, making you nervous until he pressed a warm, fluffy towel into your outstretched hand. “Awe,” you giggled, pulling it into the shower to dry off, “you put my towel in the dryer?”

“Maybe,” he sang with another happy giggle, hoisting himself to sit on the sink counter. “Maybe I just got it on the way to get my monster.”

“I’m sure,” you hummed as you wrapped up, pulling the curtain aside. You laughed as Karl yelped scared, slapping a hand over his eyes. “I’m covered, goof,” you told him, leaning against the counter to press a soft peck to his lips. “You wanna help me pick out an outfit?”

“Yes,” he eagerly chirped, hopping off the counter and pressing a kiss to your nose before leading the way to the bedroom. “Ooh, we should match for the stream today! I’m thinking purple- ooh, and we could do each other’s nails! You can pick out some colors, and we can have chat decide which ones we pick…”

[just-another-ficwriter]

Holidate - Part Four

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader

Words: 2000ish

Warnings: Alcohol, jealously, sexual references

Summary: Tired of being alone on holidays, Sweet Pea and Y/N decide to be each other’s plationic plus-ones all year round. What could go wrong?

Notes: Next part will be posted over Easter week! Also using this part to fill the ‘Bar Crawl’ square on my @riverdalebingo card!

St Patrick’s Day 2021

“Thank you for coming tonight.”

She whispers as they make their way into the first bar, squeezing the fingers he has linked with hers, a small attempt to make their relationship look more believable.

He’d arrived in New York a little after the others, leaving them no time to talk things over and plan the night out. He’d barely gotten his head around the fact they’d be sharing a bed for the weekend before they were piling into a cab and heading down town.

“What else are Holidates for?” He grins down at her, eyes not so subtle moving to check her out for the second time that night. He reads the green glittered writing for what feels like the millionth time, ‘Kiss me, I’m Irish’ printed in bold across her chest.

An impulse buy, she had told him, from their first St Patrick’s night out several years before. It’s little too tight, and she’s constantly fighting with it to stay down, but she’d promised it would help them get free shots later in the night and they’d both laughed.

By the time they make it over to the table, Jason’s around bought the first round and with a beer bottle held high in the air, he kicks off the celebrations.

-

It isn’t until the second place, and the drinks start to take affect, that Betty starts to pry.

The boys had disappeared to the bar, watching some sport on the big screen, chatting away while they wait for the drinks. Pea had no issue fitting right in, and Polly was quick to notice.

“I like him.” She steals a glance over her shoulder at the guy in question.

“Do you think you’ll move in with him?” Betty suddenly asks, straight to the point, and Y/N chokes on the cocktail she’d mistakenly just taken a sip of.

She’s surprised to see Sweet Pea’s head turn to check she’s ok when he hears, a soft smile on his face when their eyes meet. She sends him a similar warm one back before she’s glaring at her sisters again. “We’ve only been dating for 3 months.”

“I had my whole life planned out with Jug after the first week.” She wants to point out that not everyone can be like Betty Cooper, not everyone gets to live out a fairytale lifestyle with their high school sweetheart like she had once hoped.

But a hint of guilt from lying straight to their faces swirls in her stomach, and she bites back the snide remark. “We’re taking it slow.”

“Is he bad in bed?” Polly’s more drunk than she thought, and her loud questioning catches the attention of the next table over. However, the older Cooper doesn’t seem to notice. “I mean you guys have done it right-“

“Has who done what?” She’s cut off by the boys reappearing, bearing a tray of fresh drinks and a suspicious look from Jug.

Betty smirks. “Polly wants to know if Sweet Pea and Y/N have slept together.”

“Jesus Christ.” Jason laughs, shaking his head as Y/N suddenly finds interest in the cocktail umbrella sticking out of her drink.

But then a silence falls cross the table, and all four pairs of eyes turn to them, eagerly waiting for an answer. “Well?” Polly persists.

Unfazed, Sweet Pea squeezes her thigh under the table and answers for them both. “A gentleman never tells.”

-

By the time they hit the third bar, Sweet Pea’s boarding tipsy.

He can feel it in the way his jaw clenches when someone catches Y/N’s arm as she walks passed, in the way his chest burns unfamiliar as she leans in for a hug and the stranger pecks her on the cheek.

He knows it’s stupid, knows that technically she isn’t his girlfriend but the lines of reality are starting to blur as the alcohol soaks in and he can’t stop himself from walking over.

Y/N sends him a pointed look as discreetly as she can when he pulls her into his side, and causally introduces himself as her boyfriend. Five minutes later, they’re walking away with polite goodbyes and heading straight for the bar.

Y/N can’t help but look up at him with a smug grin, giggling a little as she teases. “Were you jealous?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. You aren’t actually my girlfriend remember?” He tries to brush it off but something tells him they both know it’s a lie. He’s quick to think of another excuse that’s better than the first. “I was just worried what your sisters might say if they found you talking to some other guy.”

“They’d say Hey Chuck, how have you been since high school?” She laughs again and it makes him feel worse. That stranger wasn’t a stranger at all, and he’d almost made a scene over two old friends catching up.

Maybe he was finding this whole fake dating thing hard than he thought.

She doesn’t seem to notice as she waves at the bar tender, calling him over. “Come on, we need more shots.”

Sweet Pea’s almost certain he doesn’t need any more shots.

-

The fourth bar brings green beers and another round of tequila.

Polly raises her glass in the air, liquor messily pouring over the rim and down her hand. “To Y/N’s love life!”

“Cheers to that!” Betty’s quick to follow, giggling loudly as she clinks their glasses together and more goes spilling over.

He watches Y/N roll her eyes at their teasing with a shake of her head, but knocks her own shot back regardless, holding eye contact as he does the same. Neither flinch at the liquid burning it’s way down their throats.

It feels more intimate than it should and for a second Sweet Pea forgets they’re around other people.

But then the song blasting out around them changes and Y/N’s leaning forward to whisper confidently in his ear, her breath tickling his neck. “Dance with me?”

She’s on her feet before he can answer, not that he would have said no anyway, pulling him through the crowd until they find an empty space under the flashing lights. Sweet Pea can feel the beat of the music vibrating beneath them, flowing through him almost as much as the alcohol and lets it take control.

One song some how turns into three, or maybe four, he’s lost count. He’s too entranced by Y/N swaying back and fore in front of him, head tilted back as she moves to the rhythm, her back almost against his chest. She doesn’t move away when he’s finally brave enough to close that small gap, a nervous hand falling to her hip as she leans back against him.

The action alone makes his throat burn more than any shot of tequila could.

-

Y/N swears she sees his eyes light up when they walk into the fifth and final bar, and Jug invites him to play on the pool table tucked in the corner.

“Oh, it’s on.” There’s a new air of confidence surrounding him now as he picks up a cue, and she finds it a little too easy to fall into the roll of supportive girlfriend, cheering him on when the game starts.

He finds himself gravitating back to her side in between every shot. A lose arm around her shoulders, a delicate kiss to her forehead. They’d both become more handsy as the night wore on and she’d welcomed every affectionate touch.

She screams in triumph when he pockets the last ball, solidifying his win. Victorious laughter punctuating the air between them as he scoops her up, spinning her around in celebration.

Maybe it’s the alcohol that’s flowing through her system, or the rush of adrenaline pulsing from his win, but Y/N suddenly uses her newly found height to her advantage, pressing an eager kiss to his lips.

It takes her all of a second to realise what she’s doing, but before she can pull alway, he’s kissing her back.

And with that, she’s phasing out the rest of the bar, ignoring the loud music and jostling bodies, only focusing on him.

Until Betty’s shouting out and they’re jumping apart. “Get a room!”

-

Sweet Pea huffs as she throws him down on the bed.

Getting him into the apartment had been a task, even with Jason and Jug holding him up. It didn’t help that they were almost as drunk as him.

She doesn’t get the chance to slip out and change before he’s catching her wrist, pulling her to the mattress with a gentle tug.

“Can I tell you a secret?” He whispers into the dark, fingertips running up and down her bare arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

There’s a still moment where her eyes find his, and he’s left wondering if she knows what he’s about to say, if she wants him to say it. If he should even be thinking it at all. But then she giggles, the sound making him feel warm before she finally answers. “Sure.”  

He gives her a goofy grin, but hesitates when her palms fall flat against his chest. His heart’s beating so fast he’s suddenly afraid she might feel it through his shirt, he’s very aware of how close they are now. “Sometimes, I forget this isn’t real.” He breathes out.

Y/N feels her heart vault in her throat from his words, her eyes wide from the confession. 

She tries to laugh it off but there’s a nervousness hidden underneath. “You’re drunk Pea.”

“Still mean it.” He mumbles, shifting so he lands onto his back and lazily pulls her with him.

She’s quick to tuck herself into his side, inviting the warmth radiating from him as she doubts he even knows what he’s saying. She makes the decision to close her eyes and ignore it instead. “Go to sleep Pea.”

-

Sweet Pea rolls over onto fitted sheets that definitely aren’t his. His head hurts with a pounding ache, and just when he feels brave enough to open his eyes a little and sneak a glance around him, he’s hit with a blinding light so harsh it makes him feel sick.

That’s when he remembers last night. Or at least parts of it anyway. Everything’s a blur after the third bar.

“Shit.” He groans, his throat painfully dry as he blindly pats the bed next to him in an attempt to find Y/N, only to feel nothing but empty space instead.

“Morning Sunshine.” She laughs from where she makes her way into the room, amused by his dishevelled hair and lack of enthusiasm at being awake.

It takes a few seconds, but eventually he attempts to open his eyes again, reluctant and slow. Another groan slips out. “Why don’t you look how I feel?”

“Years of practice I guess.” She shrugs, slipping in besides him and handing over a warm mug. “Thought some coffee might help.”

Their finger tips briefly touch and thoughts of last night come back to him, his cheeks burning red in shame. He takes a quick sip that burns his tongue and hopes she won’t notice.

They’d kissed. Or at least he thinks they had. It’s all a little hazy.

“Did we…” He can’t meet her gaze, refuses to look up and see her reaction. Instead he just lamely points between them and the bed.

“Sleep together?” She leans back into the mattress with a devilish glint in her eye, her next words sounding more flirtatious than she intended. “Trust me Pea, you’d remember if we did.”

He smirks in her direction, tilting his head to the side playfully with an eyebrow raised. All awkward tension from a minute before melts away as he chuckles in surprise.��“Is that so?”

“Just drink your coffee, Betty wants to go exploring New York.” A pillow hits him on the side of his face with a soft thud and another round of laughter erupts between them. She wonders if now is the right time to bring up his drunk confession but quickly changes her mind. “And you definitely look like you need all the caffeine you can get.”

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Life Goes On

→Idols: Wong Kunhang & Xiao Dejun

→Requested: Yessss Hi!!! I’m a new follower and literally fell in love with your writing ^o^ May I request an angsty right person at the wrong time scenario with either Xiaojun or Hendery, thank you!

→Genre: Right Person Wrong Time, angst, fluff

→Word Count: 2.7k+

→Warnings: self degradation, implied cheating, Hendery's an asshole, Xiao's a savior, kinda self indulgent (apologies)

→Synopsis: Life's not far. You either have to learn how to swim or drown in your own misery.

→A/n: I honestly surprised myself when I finished this cause I'm actually behind on a couple requests but I really enjoyed writing this. I hope you enjoy reading this, and if you did please like, reblog or donate to my Ko-Fi in my bio. Requests are open for NCT, Enhypen, SVT, and Treasure.

Life isn’t fair, and it isn’t always right. Things don’t end the way you want them to, and no amount of begging or wishing or sacrificing will change fate. So you can only sit there, watch as life moves on without you in it. You either learn how to swim or drown in your own misery.

You swam.

Wong Kun-Hang, you’re child-hood bestfriend. The two of you met long ago. Back when the biggest problems were early bedtimes, or begging your parents for the newest toys. When scraped knees and torn tights were a constant part of your life. In the 2nd grade when he was the new kid, you were too nervous to talk to him so you gave him a special Valentine’s Day card, the one with the carton fish with the really funny joke on it that made you giggle while you were placing various heart stickers on it, accompanied by two pieces of candy instead of one. One of your parents had helped you sign it specially with your name, not just your initials. Although it was scribbled it was still readable. You were nervous walking up to his desk, fixing your school uniform as best you could before shyly handing it to him, trying to hide the heat that was rising in your cheeks and ears.

“Hi.” Kun-Hang looked up at you, a look matching yours on his face. You saw his paper bag for his cards was bare, Kun-Hang covering the front of it in the teacher’s cursive due to him not having time to decorate it. It was empty, devoid of any Valentines, and he hadn’t brought any to give out so he didn’t even have his own. It was sad compared to yours, filled almost to the brim with cute cards and candy.

“Hi.” Hendery’s voice was almost a whisper. He wasn’t prepared for anyone to talk to him, he had only been in your class for a week and hadn’t had enough time to make friends.

“I want to be your friend. Here’s a Valentine’s card.” Where you ignored the heat in your cheeks it was obvious to see Kun-Hang’s awkward smile adorning his face as his cheeks glowed a light red. It was too late to back down now, so you thrust the card out towards him and watched as he timidly took it before sending him a bright smile and scurrying off to your desk, the teacher’s voice telling the class to calm down.

You looked towards the teacher, patiently waiting for their instruction while Kun-Hang only looked at you, awe in his eyes while replaying the moment you walked up to.

Years have gone by since that fateful day that you handed him the card and declared that you wanted to be his friend and you’re still just as close. The day after Valentine’s Kun-Hang stayed by your side faithfully, sitting beside you at lunch and playing with you and your friends at recess. At first he was still awkward, not knowing just where he fit into your life, but everytime you held your hand out to him or handed him a spare cookie from your lunchbox he got a little more comfortable until you were connected at the hip.

As the friend group gradually grew smaller due to everyone else moving away or transferring schools, you and Kun-Hang stayed together, evolving into something more than just childhood best-friends. Shared cookies turning into something else just as sweet, innocent pecks when you thought no one else was watching, holding hands having a new meaning when he pulls you under the bleachers of your high school during your share P.E. class to hold you close  as he whispers his feelings for you. He was your perfect love story, your first and only boyfriend. Even now at 20, watching him live his dream life as an idol you still have the same feeling from the first time you met him, that bashful shy feeling as you watching him smile on stage and during fanmeets. The pretty diamond ring on your finger glinting in the various strobe lights they use for their concert, a comforting weight that makes your heart flutter when you think about the day that the two of you will get married.

Life always throws a wrench into pretty plans don’t though.

“It’s just not working out with her.” Confusion filled your mind hearing Hendery’s voice through the phone. Calling out his name gave you no answer. “She’s so clingy, she refuses to back off and give me any space.”

“Aren’t you getting married?”

“I don’t think I can go through with it. I don’t want to leave her at the altar though.”

“I thought you guys were perfect for eachother? Haven’t you been together since middle school?”

“I know, I know. I don’t think I ever liked her in that way. She’s my only relationship but I just don’t see her in that light. She’s more like an annoying little sister than a girlfriend.”

“You’re a fucking douchebag Hendery.”

“I know. She really loves me, but I don’t think I ever saw her romanctically. She was the only option. I really don’t want to ruin the friendship, but I don’t love her.”

You don’t remember hanging up the phone. Or sending him the message.

You accidentally called me, you don’t have to be miserable just to make me happy. I’m sorry I couldn’t be good enough for you.

I didn’t want you to find out this way. I really do like you, you’re my best friend.

But you don’t love me the way that I love you

I’m sorry.

Don’t be sorry. Goodbye Hendery.

-

Hendery couldn’t ignore the smile that grew on his face, the heavy feeling over his chest lifting.

“What happened to you? Why are you so happy?” Ten questioned while chewing on the cookie he stole from Kun, slight concerned at how over the span of a half hour Hendery’s expression could go from forlorn over the thought of the wedding to ecstatic as he jumped up from the couch, staring at his phone that was clenched tightly in his hand.

“She broke up with me.” His smile grew impossibly bigger while Xiao’s face dropped. “I accidentally called her while we were talking and she said we don’t have to be together.” If Hendery wasn’t so busy cheering about his new found freedom he would’ve felt how the tensions rose in the room, or saw how Xiao looked at him with disgust as he slid his engagement ring off of his finger and tossed it on the coffee table. As if it meant nothing to him.

“So you used her?” An uneasy silence settled over the room while Yangyang made a quick exit, not wanting to witness anything. Hendery’s smile swiftly disappeared at Xiao’s accusatory tone. “And you’re celebrating your ‘freedom’ while she’s heart broken?” A cold chuckle punctuated his statement.

“I didn’t mean for her to overhear the conversation. But she broke up with me. If she’s hurt it’s her fault.” Hendery tried to plead his case, looking around at his other groupmates that were present but they refused to meet his eyes, all sharing Xiao’s sentiments on the situation. “I never wanted her to fall in love with me.”

Xiao couldn’t ignore the way that his fist shook hearing Hendery say that. He was already angered hearing how casually Hendery talked about his lack of feelings, no remorse evident in his voice. Clenching his jaw to hide the obscenities and curses that he wanted to spout on each of Hendery’s weekly rants about your relationship. But hearing just how casually he used you and didn’t care, that was Xiao’s last straw.

“So you fucking used her, and are now blaming it on her?” The room went stilent and the tension was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. Xiao walked closer to Hendery, crossing the coffee table that kept them separated. Then he threw the first punch.

No one was expecting it, hearing the crack when Xiao’s fist connected with Hendery’s nose. Hendery didn’t have time to recover enough to retaliate before Lucas was picking Xiao off of his feet and hauling him out of the room. “Fucking stay away from her or I’ll fucking kill you.”

-

Xiao knew that it was stupid to fall for you, even dumber since you were head over heels in love with Hendery, someone who didn’t deserve even an ounce of you. He knew that you would never see him in that light, naively hung up on Hendery, so he did the next best thing. Become your friend.

Sure, he knew that he was only a rebound, only truly talking to you whenever Hendery was too busy - ignoring you - to entertain you, so you turned to Xiao. He knew that there was never way you would love him the way that he loved you, but he didn’t care. He’d be whatever you wanted him to be, even if it was perpetually stuck pining after you.

That’s the only explainable reason as to why he snuck out of the dorm after receiving the text from you.

I need you Dejun

It wasn’t hard to leave the dorm, Sicheng and Ten were too busy worrying about Hendery’s nose and if it was broken or not. All Xiao had to do was slip out of the front door. He didn’t bother asking the manager for a ride, walking would do just fine. Your apartment wasn’t too far from the dorm, there was no sweat off his back. Until the clouds broke open and it started to rain profusely when Xiao was only a block away from your apartment.

That explains why you answered the frantic knocking at your door to be met with a soaking wet Xiao, hair plastered to his forehead from the rain and shirt appearing like a second skin.

“What the hell happened? Come in, hurry.” Moving to the side you quickly pulled Xiao inside, feeling guilty at the way that he shook from the cold.

“It rained a little bit.” Despite the pain in your chest, and your eyes burning from the amount of tears that you had shed you couldn’t help but giggle.

“That’s an understatement. I’ll get you a towel and some clothes so you can change.”

Twenty minutes later the two of you were awkwardly facing eachother. You’ve never truly hung out by yourself, the boys were always a buffer between the two of you. The teddy bear that you were clutching against your chest being the only thing to separate you, your light pink blanket seeming almost childish with Xiao sitting on it. The gigantic hoodie that you stole from your brother draped over his frame, almost drowning him in the sheer amount of fabric.

“Are you okay?” He was the first to break the silence, eyes finally meeting yours and softening out of compassion. The sight of him pitying you caused the tears to prick at your eyes, glancing down while you absentmindely played with the fraying ends of the blanket.

“Why would I be? Hearing that my fiance didn’t love me. I was a burden to him our whole relationship. An annoying little sister.” Letting out a joyless chuckle at the irony of it all, a fiance that saw you as a little sister. You hadn’t realized that warm tears were falling down your cheeks, darkening the light pink fabric where they hit, littering it with drops of magenta. “How was I so stupid? I should’ve seen it comer when he started staying at the studio later and later when there was no comeback. Was he even staying at the studio? Was there someone else?” You looked up at Xiao, trying to blink away the blurry vision to find any answer for the questions you desperately asked. Xiao’s hand came up to cup your cheek, wiping the tears away. The sweet motion caused you to let out a sob, launching yourself into Xiao’s arm.

Xiao’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you onto his lap. You couldn’t be bothered to feel awkward or uncomfortable at the strange position, only burying your face into the hoodie and letting your tears soak the fabric. Xiao sighed, biting back his own emotions as he listened to you choke on your sobs, feeling your body shake with every wretched wail that left your mouth. All because of Hendery. If it weren’t for you clutching onto the fabric of the hoodie so tightly that it could rip out of fear of Xiao leaving he might’ve gone back to the dorm and broken Hendery’s jaw.

“He never deserved you.” Swallowing to hide the way that his voice attempted to crack Xiao continued, “ You are the sweetest, loveliest, gentliest, and purest person that I have ever met in my life. You care for everyone and everything no matter how small or significant they may seem. You loved Hendery with your whole heart, and he didn’t deserve to ever see that side of you.” Your sobbing had dissolved into meaningless sniffles, eyes still wet with tears as you listened to Xiao’s words.

“He’s the only person I’ve ever loved. I thought he was the one.”

“He wasn’t right for you. You’ll meet someone who is.” Xiao bit back the confession that he desperately wanted to say. He knew it wasn’t the right time. The two of you sat in a comfortable silence until the sounds of your stomach grumbling caused Xiao to sadly move you from his lap so that he could order the two of you food.

The silence remained even as the two of you ate, quietly munching as the ramen noodles brought a warmth back to you, hands shaking slightly from the after-cry headache that plagued you. Xiao grabbed your empty containers and bottles, throwing them away before appearing in your doorway again, wet clothes now wrapped in a bag.

“It’s pretty late. I’m going to go home.”

“You can stay. If you want.” The silence between the two of you was no longer comfortable.

“I’ll stay.”

If only you knew just how long he would.

-

“I’m so proud of you baby.” You whispered in his ear as he carried you back to the bedroom, adrenaline from WayV’s most recent win still coursing through his veins, if the way that he unlocked the front door and picked you up had anything to say about it.

“Owe it all to you. Always supporting me.” Both of you giggled as he hovered over you, hands on either side of your head while yours ran down his back, before tugging at the bottom of his sheer shirt, prompting him to take it off and throw it on the floor.

“Technically you started this two years ago by staying.” Xiao rolled his eyes before leaning down, placing a sweet kiss on your lips, barely giving you enough time to savor it before he was pulling away. Poking your lips out Xiao obliged, placing one, two, three more kisses before pulling away.

“I’m in love with you.” This wasn’t the first time he’s said it, but this confession made you burn from the inside out all the same. Heat rising up your neck all the way to your ears while butterflies pranced around in your stomach. Xiao’s eyes held the exact same emotion that they had two years ago when you asked him to stay that you now had a name for. It was pure adoration, and devotion. Love in simpler terms.

“I’m in love with you too.” Tangling your fingers into his hair you pulled him down into another kiss, a searing one deeper than the previous ones you had shared. His hand coming up and cupping your jaw caused you to pull away from the kiss, a bright smile on your face as you whispered two words that caused Xiao to kiss you until the both of you had to pull away for air in fear of suffocating. “Thank you.”

Sometimes, the right one get’s away to let a better one in. Thank you Hendery, you taught me how to love so I could love Xiao properly.

[sugas-sweetheart]

HIII I hope you’re having a wonderful day or night depending where you are 💕 and okay listennnn but imagine before a game or something for good luck you kiss suga’s beauty mark every time 🥺

(THATS LITERALLY THE MOST PRECIOUS THING AHHDOSNC I wrote a little scenario/drabble- I love suga so much, a sticker of him lives in my phone case from my friend 🥺 I’m sorry it took so long even though it’s short, I’m working on things atm and get distracted very easily and that is also shown in this becuase it turned into lucky kisses instead of jUst his little beauty mark 😔)

Birthmarks & Lucky Kisses || Sugawara Kōshi

This is such a cute idea and he looks so happy in the gif I can’t

And it would have probably started off as a general “calm down, Suga” and give him a little kiss by his eye

And it would have very quickly become a pre game ritual

And it would calm him a little bit because it would be such a soft kiss to reassure you’re there and that you’ll be watching him in the stands (or on the managers bench - go read my manager dating sugawara here if you want to sorry :))

If he’s ever nervous just run your hands through his hair and give him quick pecks and kiss his beauty mark 🥺

as soon as he gets a little kiss by his eye he’ll feel better and more exhilarated for the match instead of nervous.

He needs his lucky kisses okay 🥺

“Kōshi, it will be fine, but you might just look worse than Asahi right now” with a small chuckle from the both of you, you continued running your hands through the silver locks of the pretty setter as he took deep breaths, trying to calm with your touch.

It was a big game for the team, everyone was nervous, but the usually chaotic team mother was more nervous than usual.

“You’ve worked so hard to practice for this set of games, you’ll be amazing out there” knowing that you had yet to carry out your small pre-game ritual of a lucky kiss you began to look up to lock your eyes with his soft brown ones. He was starting to compose himself at your words but still wasn’t completely there.

Moving your arm that was wrapped around him and the hand that was in his hair, you cupped his face so that he was unable to look away. He closed his eyes, snuggling into the feelings of your hands on his face, his hands reached up to lightly rest on yours.

“You” punctuated with a kiss on the left cheek.

“Will” followed by a kiss on the nose.

“Be” and a longer kiss on his lips.

“Incredible out there...” it was only a small whisper, loud enough for him and no one else, before closing in and giving his birthmark a kiss. He smiled wide at this familiar feeling near his right eye, knowing that he would now be ready for the game. The small pre-game ritual had started very early on in the relationship, how or why? Neither of you really knew. But it made him feel at ease before a match.

“What would I do without you and your good luck kisses? Hmm, darling?” He opened his eyes to look down at you, grinning widely.

“I don’t know, Kō. Now, get out there with the team and be my pretty setter!” Moving your hands from his face down to his chest, lightly turning him round to push him over to the others that were starting to form a huddle.

“Will you be staying for dinner with the team later?” He asked, quickly turning before you went to take your seat away from them.

“Of course, now go!” and with one last peck to his birthmark you parted ways, both smiling giddily.

He really did love lucky kisses, especially if they were from you.

[superbadassnatural]

So Close yet so Far

Summary: Since Y/N and Dean were kids they wanted to join the Men of Letters Organization. Years went by and they trained and studied together. Now it’s finally the time to take the trials. Square filled: Dystopia!Au Pairing: Dean x Reader Word count: 1,873 Warnings: show level of violence, mention of blood, mention of killing A/N: for the sake of this story, Men of Letters are nice and nothing like the ones on the show. Also, Dean and Y/N are in their early twenties. This story was inspired by this prompt (it contains spoilers so I highly recommend you to open it after you’ve read this.) This was written for @spntfwbingo. Hope y’all enjoy.

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Many generations ago, society was divided into three castes: Regulars, Hunters, and Men of Letters. Most of the population belonged to Regulars. They were ordinary people who lived normal lives. Hunters dedicated their lives to kill those who lurked into the shadows. Men of Letters were the elite. The most powerful people belonged there. They were similar to hunters, but they had more resources, more knowledge, and the most important: power. They even had the greatest life insurance. They were rich and most people wanted to become one of them.

Regulars knew about the existence of supernatural creatures, but still, they led their normal lives. They could attend self-defense classes ministered by hunters. Whilst hunters solved cases all over the country, Men of Letters did it world wide.

People were either born or entered into one of the classes. In order to ascend to any of the higher castes, you were supposed to take some tests and if you were qualified you’d become a member.

Your parents were hunters and they taught you everything they knew, but you wanted more. You wanted to ascend.

When you turned sixteen, you had your first official case. You and your parents hit the road to Alabama for a werewolf hunt. Though you had been joining them on quick salt and burns since you were fourteen. At eighteen, you went on your first solo hunt.

Back when you and your best friend Dean were kids, you made a promise to become members of the Men of Letters.  Both of you spent your entire childhood and adolescence planning on becoming part of the upper, elite class. You’ve been training together for a long time. Wrestling, sparring around, running in the park. Every now and then you’d go to a shooting range and practice even more. You have learned everything there is to learn about demons, monsters, and entities. You and Dean were ready for the tests.

“If you keep punching like this you’re gonna fail that test, sweetheart,” Dean teased.

It only made you angry. You lunged at him, sweeping him off his feet and his into back. He landed with a loud thud. His eyes clamping at the impact.

“Who’s gonna fail now, huh?” you smirked, pinning him to the ground.

You were only able to grab one of his wrists and before you knew it he hovered over you. Dean pinned you down, holding both of your hands above your head.

“You,” his lips curled into a smirk.

“You’re an ass, you know that?”

“Yeah, but you love me,” he leaned, pecking your lips.

“Argh, we’re disgusting,” you grumbled, wiping the sweat off your forehead.

“We could always go upstairs and take a shower,” he shrugged, sitting beside you.

“Yeah, but I promised my mom I’d be home by seven.”

“We have what? Fifteen, twenty minutes? We could make it quick,” he said, his voice carrying malice only it could carry.

“Since when do we take a quick shower?” you giggled.

“You’re right,” his lips pursed. “But if you go home and shower alone you’ll be wasting more water,” he tried to reason.

“You’re so full of crap,” a chuckle escaped your lips as you stood up, he doing the same.

“I’m worried about the environment,” he raised his hands. “Ya know, save water, shower with me,” he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“I really have to go,” you half-smiled. “Last time I got home really late and now they are making me pay for it. ‘Sides my mom said she wanted to talk to me about something.”

“Okay,” he sighed, walking you to the door and pressing his lips to your temple. “Let me know when you get home. Drive safe.”

“Will do,” you pecked his lips and headed out of his house.

You were taking things a little slower now. The trials were next week and you couldn’t wear yourselves out. You already knew those three days of tests would be exhausting for both of you. You remember when your brother applied to become a member of Men of Letters. He was so tired during those tests. They made it difficult for only the best hunters to be qualified.

You and Dean had registered at the beginning of the year. You were finally old enough to apply. They had very few vacancies for your age range. Only fifteen for women and twelve for men. The trials weren’t easy either.

The first trial was on Monday, you had to race the women your age that had applied to become a member. The second was on Wednesday, you had to attend an exam about lore and all the creatures you hunted. The last one was Saturday, you had to fight against a female member around your age for about five minutes. You were evaluated in each of them. The better your results the more points you get. The ones who surpass their minimum score are in. If more than fifteen girls manage to do that, then the ones with the highests punctuations get to join the organization.

Erstwhile, in the last test you had to kill your opponent — who was competing for a spot in the order too. They decided to change it and now you only had to fight a member and show your abilities. If you get knocked out, you don’t punctuate. Your brother explained to you how this trial works. The more times you manage to hit your opponent, the more you score. The more you get hit, the more points you lose. If you knock out your opponent, you get the highest punctuation. It was, in fact, a violent test, but no one dies because of it anymore.

Days flew by and when you realized you were racing over thirty girls on Monday. You didn’t know exactly your placing, but you were among the first eight at least. On Wednesday, you took the time to finish the exam. You went through all the questions twice and in the end, you were really confident about your answers. Saturday arrived sooner than you were expecting. You were nervous. You knew you weren’t the strongest girl in town so there was a chance of you having to fight a girl stronger than you. It ended up the girl was just as strong as you. You managed to knock her out after three minutes.

“Hey you,” you answered your phone later that day.

“Hey,” Dean smiled. “How’d it go?”

“I did it! I knocked her out,” you beamed.

“That’s awesome,” you could hear how happy he was for you. “I’m so proud of you, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, me too,” you admitted. “How’d it go with you?”

“It wasn’t easy, but I think I did well.”

“Dean,” you scolded. “What are you not telling me?”

“The guy was bigger than me,” he sighed. “And stronger. I didn’t knock him out, but I didn’t get knocked out either. Let’s just say we both got out with some bruises.”

“That’s unfair!” you exclaimed. “You shouldn’t have to fight someone bigger than you. That’s not-“

“It’s okay, Y/N,” he interrupted you. “Monsters won’t care if I’m shorter than them or not. It was a fair fight.”

“I don’t like that,” you pouted. “Are you hurt?”

“Nah, I’m okay.”

“Are you sure? Do you want me to stop by and take care of you? You know I love taking care of you.”

“I know you do,” he chuckled. “You don’t have to, sweetheart.”

“Okay,” you yawned. “I’m gonna have to call it a night. I’m really tired.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“I love you, Dean.”

“I love you too, sweetheart,” he hung up the phone.

Dean placed his phone on the nightstand before getting up and heading towards the bathroom. He took a look at his face in the mirror. His left cheek had a small cut and the right one had a purple stain. He lifted his shirt over his head, throwing it into the hamper. Purple welts were scattered over his abdomen. Dean didn’t want you to see him like this. He knew he had disappointed you. He was disappointed in himself.

Dean could swear he saw the guy’s eyes full of hatred. The man wanted to hurt him. Dean wasn’t stupid. He fought with the same hostility. Both of them wound up hurt. Whilst Dean spat blood in the ring, the guy had blood coming out of his nose. He wasn’t sure if he had won that fight.

He got rid of his clothes and stepped into the shower in hopes the water would wash away all his shame. In hopes it would heal all his bruises.

Five days passed and you grew nervous with each passing hour. You would get the letter at any given moment. You were trying so hard not to bite your nails or tap your feet but it was nearly impossible.

A knock on the door made you jump from your seat.

“Mail for Y/N Y/L/N,” the man held out an envelope as you opened the door.

“Thanks,” you took it from him and signed where you needed to.

Your trembling hands held the white envelope. An Aquarian Star on the bottom left. Your fingers traced the symbol. Taking a deep breath, you dialed Dean.

“Hey!” You beamed.

“Hey, you.”

“Did you get your letter?”

“Yeah, it came in this morning. D’you get yours?”

“I did,” you nearly exclaimed. “You didn’t open, right?”

“Of course not. I’m waiting for you.”

“Great,” you smiled. “Meet me at our spot in fifteen.”

“Okey-dokey,” he said, hanging up.

You got in your car in no time and drove to yours and Dean’s spot. You haven’t seen him since before the trials. Both of you caught up in hunts and work.

As you parked, you saw him leaned against his beloved impala. His lips curled into a smile once he laid his eyes on you.

“Argh, I’m so nervous,” you said before pecking his lips.

“Me too,” babbled.

“Okay,” you drew a deep breath. “We are doing this.”

He nodded. Both of you with the envelopes in hands. You opened it and unfolded the letter. Eyes searching for the words you were eager to read.

“Dear Ms. Y/L/N,” you read out loud with wide eyes, barely able to hide the excitement in your voice. “We are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to the Man of Letter Organization,” you squealed, jumping into Dean’s arms. Your legs wrapped around his waist.

Dean held you in his arms as you kept on reading the rest of the letter. He unfolded his with one hand. He stared blankly at the paper, his lips parted open as he read the words to himself.

Dear Mr. Winchester,

We regret to inform you that you were not selected to join the Men of Letters Organization. You came in eighteenth place in the final rank. Thank you for your application. We strongly suggest you reapply next year. 

Sincerely, Andrea Thompson. Human Resources Representative.

“Dean?” he could barely hear your voice calling for him. The blood had vanished from his face. Dean didn’t have it in him to tell you the news. “Dean, how’d you do?”

I really enjoyed writing this one! What did you think of it? You can share your thoughts with me via reply, reblog or ask!

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Until Somebody Stops Having Fun-Adam Sackler/Reader-Part 3

Adam’s tongue explores your mouth as his hands grip your hips, though one soon slides down and around to slap your ass. You wiggle into him in response. You kiss a path down his neck to his collarbones and you become aware of his cock, now hardened, bumping into your stomach. When you lift your face to look at him, in one quick motion he’s pressing you against the wall of the shower with his mouth on yours, and his hips grinding into you. As he moves down your neck, he sucks a love bite on your pulse point, and when you slap him to punish him, he just says, “Now everyone will know you’re mine. I just couldn’t let you shower by yourself.”

“Oh I am sure you had completely pure intentions.” You tease and he responds against your chest as his head moves down your body, “Hmmm…well maybe I just wanted to fuck you in here too.”

           Then his lips are kissing your tits as his tongue draws line on your right one. His hand squeezes and kneads your left breast. He knows how to work your body like a master. He’s only touching your tits and you’re practically writhing under hands. His lips find your nipple and rolls his tongue over it before sucking lightly. Then, he kisses down your stomach then stops before getting to your mound. The anticipation is killing you, and he further adds to it by kneeling in front of you, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder. Your hands go straight to hair like always, and kisses the inside of your thigh then agonizingly slowly rolling your labia between his lips.

           You’re not in a patient mood so you begin bucking your hips against him. His hands snake around your waist to hold you in place. You groan in frustration and he seems to enjoy your torture because he looks at you and says, “Is something wrong, doll?”

           “You know exactly what is wrong, asshat.” He smirks at you then nuzzles in against your clit but he doesn’t add any pressure. You try to not to think about how much water you’re wasting and when you’re thinking he’s not to give into you his tongue on your clit. His tongue draws circle on your nub, strokes it up and down, then left to right. Then, he thrusts two of his wide fingers in your entrance and sucks on your clit at the same time. It only takes seconds of that until your orgasm builds and washes over you. You moan as your legs get shaky and euphoria go through you. Adam then stands and tells you, “Good thing you’re in the shower, you’re a dirty whore for my cock.”

           You reach down to stroke him, and run your thumb over his sensitive tip. Fuck you need him inside now. You tell him, “I am a dirty whore only for your cock. I can’t stop thinking about good it will feel inside of me.”

           “I knew you wanted my cock from the moment I met you,” he says as his hands removes yours and he moves over you. Your back is flush against the shower wall and you hike your left leg up on the side of the tub to give him access. He takes the hint, burying his face in your neck as he buries his cock in your pussy. You’ll never get over the feeling of how he feels inside of you: always stretching you. He rocks into you slowly and as his blackened eyes meet yours he barks out,

           “So fucking tight. Like a fucking virgin cunt, squeezing my cock.” Adam picks up the pace, building a rhythm. You wrap your arms onto his shoulders and move your leg from the edge of the tub to hitch it around his waist. Deciding to goad him on, you say, “Well maybe you need to fuck me harder.”

           “Oh you’d like that wouldn’t you, you dirty slut,” he says as he drills into even harder and faster. The position and the intensity is sending shocks through your clit. He continues the brutal pace but you can tell from the way he’s moaning that he’s getting closer to cumming.

           “I fuck you every day and still your cunt is tight,” he continues spewing, but you don’t respond, instead you take your right hand to your clit. While your right hand vigorously rubs circles on your clit, your left hand digs your nails into Adam’s back. Your orgasm rocks through you, and spurs on Adam’s. He pulls out and quickly beats his cock and cums with a long moan, leaving strings of cum on your chest.

           He’s grinning like a little kid, then he rushes ahead of you to get back under the water. You shout, “That’s not fair! I can’t go around with your cum on me all day!”

           “Why not? I think it looks good on you,” He lets out a hearty laugh.

           Soon he subsides and lets you finish washing yourself off. Once you’re semi dressed and getting ready to go, he hands you a cup of coffee made to your preference. Then, he hands you a boxed pastry from a bakery. You raise your eyebrows inquisitively at him and are about to ask where he got it from when he starts rambling.

           “I got it for you yesterday since I knew you’d probably stay the night. I wanted you to have something you like for breakfast.” He admits and he looks shyer than you’ve ever seen him before. It’s adorable and flattering that he put thought into it, and was thinking about your comfort. He was too sweet, too good for you. You reach up to put your arm around his torso and give him a peck on the cheek. He settles into the chair and you can’t resist going over to sit on his lap.

           The two are supposed to be just friends with benefits but this feels particularly intimate. It feels right, as if the two of you are supposed to be settled into this domestic routine. Right on cue, he nuzzles into your neck, and you run your hands through his hair and nuzzle him back. You’re such a goner, but you know relationships never work and you’d wind up heartbroken again. As you eat your pastry and drink your coffee, you notice that he’s only eating a banana, you know he’s a picky eater but you can’t help but comment.

           “I guarantee that I am enjoying my breakfast more, is that all you eat?” You tease and he responds with, “Better than all of that added sugar and fats in that. That’s bad shit to put in your body.”

           Not sure what to make of that comment, you gather your things and head out of the day. You had struggled with an eating disorder in various degrees of severity since you were a teenager. It was at its peak during your undergrad years and you’re lucky that you were able to get treatment and recover. But it was still a daily struggle and you could be triggered by random things that no one else would think about. You could never weigh yourself because that was a trigger and you were able to fight the urges with regular exercise and a semi-healthy diet. Of course, you still had your weekly therapy appointments. Adam didn’t know any of this, you had kept it from him because it was hard to talk about.

           You know that Adam didn’t mean anything by his comments but your eating disorder brain was misinterpreting it. Your mind started reeling thinking of a way to counteract the calories from breakfast. You continue on your day with your mind racing.

***

           You had shut off your phone and not responded to any messages. Now, you had an outrageous number of voicemails and texts from Adam wanting to check on you. You were busy with work and your anorexia was slowly creeping back again. You had been spending twice as much time exercising and had drastically cut back your total calories. What you’d forgot was how it felt in your brain: a mixture of exhaustion and being ultra-focused. It was a strange mix and you liked to shut yourself off when it happened.

           It had only been three days since the incident with Adam and you were surprised that he hadn’t showed up at your apartment to check in on you. You were both disappointed and relieved. Disappointed because you were in over your head for Adam and thought he cared for you too. But relieved because then you wouldn’t have to tell him about your past mental health struggles.

           Walking into your apartment, Benji and Barney greet you, ready for their walk. You take them for a walk that’s double the usual, and when you’re almost back to your apartment, you hear a voice calling your name.

           “Y/N! Y/N!” you turn around to see Adam running towards you. Of course, your dogs were happy to see him with their tails wagging, they begin their infamous beagle howls. Adam stops when he’s standing right in front of you, he places his hands on your shoulders and looks frantic.

           “What the hell is going on?! I haven’t heard from you at all for days. I thought you fucking died, kid.”

           “I’ve been busy.” You say, now feeling embarrassed. You decide to keep walking and he easily catches up with you, damn his long legs. He asks, “You’ve been busy? You know I can tell that’s a fucking lie.”

           This time you don’t respond, instead you head into your apartment and Adam’s still following you. Once inside your apartment, Adam pauses to look you over before saying, “You look like shit. Are you going to tell me what’s really going?”

           Apparently, you’re not as tough as you think you are because you melt into him. At first he’s surprised then he wraps his arms around you and holds you close to him. He scoops you up and takes you to your bedroom. After you’re settled into your bed, Adam joins you, lying with his face facing yours.

           “What’s wrong?” You take a deep inhale then you start to tell him everything, about your past eating disorder, how you still struggle with it. You told him about your triggers and how you’ve gone back to your old habits over the past few days.

           “Why didn’t you tell me before?” He asks as he runs his fingers over your shoulder and down your arm. His eyes never leave yours, but you desperately look away as you tell him, “I was afraid you’d look at me different. You’d think I was fragile flower or something. And it’s hard to talk about.”

           You fiddle with your hands, a nervous habit that you can’t seem to shake. Adam places his hands over yours and you can his warmth washing over you. The man was like a giant heated blanket. Then, he moves his hand to cup your cheek, and he says, “There’s nothing that can make me think less of you.”

           He then punctuates his next sentence with kisses on your face in between each word, “You. Are. Absolutely. Perfect.” You then can’t resist pulling him in for a deep, searing kiss.

******

           The morning after Adam showed up to check up on you and you told him about your past, he left after breakfast, like normal. Everything seemed fine and normal, you felt more connected to Adam than ever before. But clearly things weren’t as they seemed because you hadn’t seen or heard from Adam since. You blame yourself and your troubled past for scaring him away, but now you were determined to get some kind of answer.

           You make the trek over to his apartment, thinking of a thousand different things to say to him, but you’re unable to settle on one. Rushing up the stairs, you almost don’t notice the blonde woman coming down them until you nearly bump into her. Your face goes hot and you feel your heart fall when you realize who she is: Jessa, the Jessa. She’s leaving Adam’s apartment looking disheveled, it doesn’t take a genius to guess what she was just doing.

           Thankfully, she doesn’t stay to talk to you, she continues on her way and you go yours. Pausing outside Adam’s door for a moment, you take a deep breath before knocking on the door. Adam answers the door in his black briefs and it takes you a moment to get your mind back to coherent thoughts.

           “Y/N, what are you doing here?” He lets you inside his apartment and you try to play cool by answering, “Well I didn’t hear from you for a while and wanted to check in on you.”

           “I’ve been busy…” He says and you can tell he’s either flat-out lying to you badly or he’s trying to piss you off. Well he’s succeeded in the second option. You shout, “I saw Jessa leaving when I was coming up here! You must have been really busy.”

           You put emphasis on the word “busy” so he knows that you’re not buying his line of bullshit today. Adam’s not bothered by your annoyance because he just sits down on his yellow sofa and looks at you like you’ve gone totally mad. You ask, “Are you even going to try to explain yourself?”

           “I don’t know why you’re so mad. You have made it abundantly clear that we’re just fuck buddies.” He states in an even voice. You’re too dumbfounded by his answer to respond. He, however, continues, “These things have an expiration date. Six months or until somebody stops having fun.”

           “If that’s really how you feel then I guess this has expired.” You say and your instincts to flee overtake and you bolt out of his apartment. You hear him say your name and hear his footsteps heavy behind you. He catches up with you and gently grabs your arm, but you pull it back vigorously. You tell him, “Let me go!”

           Adam reluctantly obeys your command and you get the hell out of there. Once back inside your apartment, you find yourself unable to fight back the sobs. You’d kept things casual because you didn’t want to get hurt, but apparently you’d left them too casual and now you’re still heartbroken.

*******

           The room was well-lit, with works of art lining the walls. You don’t know why you came to this exhibit, you hadn’t been feeling like yourself since things had ended between you and Adam. You supposed you came here to get out of your own head for a while, and try to move on. Things were going as well as could be expected until you saw Adam standing over by one of the exhibits talking to a pretty blonde woman.

                       Adam sees you and the two of you make eye contact that last longer than necessary. Maybe you had lost your damn mind, maybe you just wanted to be hurt, but you walked over to him. He greets you and the woman smiles at you. Adam introduces the two of you, “Y/N, this is Mimi-Rose. Mimi-Rose, this is Y.N”

           “Nice to meet you, I’ve heard so much about you,” Mimi-Rose tells you. Then it clicks in your mind that she’s one of his exes, the one in between Hannah and Jessa. If you recall correctly, she’s the one who got back together with her ex right in front of Adam. You smile and say, “I’ve heard a lot about you too. I didn’t know you two still talked.”

           “We ran into each this week and she invited me here so here I am,” Adam answers swiftly, clearly feeling awkward in this situation. You and Adam are staring each other down, there’s still so much unsaid between the two of you. It must have been obvious enough that Mimi-Rose notices it, and she quickly excuses herself from the conversation.

           Soon, you and Adam are heading towards the door together. The two of you wander in silence until you’re at some kind of park. Then it’s Adam who breaks the silence, and he has a lot to say:

“Y/N, I don’t know what you want from me. I try to come over and just fuck you but I can’t and you seem to like it when it’s more. Then when I try to be really sweet and romantic with you, you brush me off, and push me away! You want me to just fuck you some of the time, then you want me to sweet with you some of the time, and I never know what you want!” His hands are moving and he looks like he wants to punch something. You’re shocked that he’s blaming this on you when he’s been blurring the lines the whole time, and he’s the one that went back to Jessa.

“I push you away?! You tell me that we’re just fucking, then you try to be all sweet and act like you want more, then you fall off the face of the earth and I don’t see you or hear from you for days! Then, I find out that you fucked Jessa after I thought you actually gave a damn about me!” You scream back at him. You’re so frustrated, you feel like your body is shaking. Adam is surprised by your answer, he throws his hands up in the air.

“What?! I was with you every night after my show, in the morning, no matter how I felt because I wanted to be with you, wanted to fuck you, wanted to wake up with you.” He says and you’re distracted both by his confession and how his eyes somehow look brighter in the night. You miss him badly, and you want to let go, to fling yourself in his arms but you’re still afraid.

“Adam, what do you really want from me? Do you really know me, know how fucked up I am?” You ask and he takes a step closer, putting his hands lightly on your waist. His touch still gives you butterflies. His right hand moves up to cup your cheek as he answers your question, “Yes I want to know all about you and have you know me! Why can’t you just talk about your feelings?”

“What’s the point? You’ll say you want this now, then in a few months you’ll move on to someone else!” You move out of his embrace and distance yourself from him. You can’t even look at him after saying that, you know it’s insane. He moves away from you too and starts walking back towards the street.

“Jesus fucking Christ! I’ve been with you almost every day for six months, yet you think I’ll just go to the next pussy I see,” He says, not even bothering to look back at you. You start following him even though your head is screaming for you to let him go. He then looks at his phone, desperately trying to figure something out because he’s cursing under his breath. He then announces, “I’m getting an Uber or whatever the fuck it’s called.”

You realize have two options: let Adam go and lose what you feel for him, or take the plunge. You choose the second option and rush over to him, he turns around to look at you. You place your hands flat on his chest as you say, “You wanna know how I feel? I feel like I’m burning but in the best way…”

He interrupts your statement with a kiss. You forgot how soft his lips were how right they felt against yours. When you’re both out of breath and pull away, he’s looking at you reverently. You smile as you ask, “Adam do you want me to be your girlfriend?”

           Adam nods his head yes and kisses you again.

[kiribakutrash33]

In the time it took me to type this up I officially hit 200 followers!! WHAT?! You guys are awesome and I'm glad you appreciate my blog. So here is my gift to you: Coffee Riot chapter 2

The One Where They Have dinner

Bakugou was actually feeling a little nervous for his dinner with Kirishima. He was restless since leaving Coffee Riot earlier that morning, he went home and tried to get some more work done but he just couldn't focus. He had changed his outfit at least three different times before settling on a pair of loose fitting black jeans and a plain maroon t shirt. He wanted to look nice but he also didn't want tot look like he had tried too hard, he was Bakugou Katsuki after all, he wasn't going to let a little date get to him. He looked at his phone, it was 6:40, that wasn't too early to show up right?

Bakugou made his way down the street to Coffee Riot and knocked on the door. All of the lights in the shop were off except for the fairy lights strung through the rafters on the ceiling. He saw the red head coming out of the back and watched him as his whole face lit up when he saw it was Bakugou at the door. Kirishima waved at him as he opened the door and locked it behind him. Bakugou took that moment that Kirishima had his back turned to check him out. His hair was spiked like normal, he had on a red button down shirt and tight fitting dark wash jeans with a hole in the left knee, and as his eyes traveled down he noticed Kirishima was wearing red crocs that matched his shirt. He couldn't help the huffed laugh that escaped from him, it must have been loud enough for the red head to hear because he turned around and gave Bakugou a looked that asked what he was laughing at. Bakugou waived his hand in front of him in dismissal.

"Do you like spicy food?" Again Bakugou didn't think he was going to get tired of watching Kirishima mouth the words he was signing any time soon.

"Yea...spicy is good." Krishima took his time signing his words to make sure he didn't mess up what he wanted to say.

Bakugou made sure to sign a little slower since the other man was still learning. "There is a curry place not far from here, it's pretty good." Kirishima nodded at him and they started walking towards Fatgum Curry. After living here for two months it was the only place that Bakugou had found that made curry spicy enough for his liking. Most people couldn't handle the spice level, he was curious to see what Kirishima's reaction would be.

They arrived five minutes later and snagged a table towards the back of the restaurant. Once seated Kirishima started signing, "I'm really excited. I'm happy you asked me to dinner. I would like to know more about you."

"Ask whatever," Bakugou didn't mind answering questions about himself, plus this meant he got to ask questions he had been wanting answers to, he also quickly added, "I can also read lips...if that helps you. Just talk a little slower".

He could have sworn the smile he got from Kirishima actually radiated heat it was so big and bright. The waiter came by to take there orders and Bakugou typed out what he wanted on his phone and showed it to the man, he watched as Kirishima placed his order and then turned his full attention back to him.

"Okay, so how long have you lived out here?" Kirishima started talking while he was signing and it almost looked like it gave the other man a confidence boost.

"Moved here two months ago. Needed to get away from the city" Bakugou answered honestly. The city felt suffocating, there were to many cars and people, he liked his space. "what about you, are you from around here?"

"Yea I grew up maybe twenty minutes away from here. I always wanted to own my own coffee shop and the location is perfect. It also helps that my apartment is right above Coffee Riot, no commute." Bakugou tucked that little nugget of information away for later. Kirishima followed that with a question of his own, "What do you do for work?"

"Web design. I can work from home though so me moving wasn't a big deal."

Their food finally arrived at the table and Bakugou was surprised to see that Kirishima had ordered the same thing as him, it was the spiciest curry on the menu. He watched as the other man smiled and dug into his meal. He didn't know a lot about the red head yet but from what he had seen he was becoming more and more fond of the other man and quickly, which was weird for him. Bakugou had always kept his distance from people, yea he had been out on dates here and there but he never really felt the urge to go out of his way to spend time with people like he did with Kirishima.

The meal was punctuated with questions from Kirishima, he wasn't joking when he said he wanted to learn more about Bakugou. "So what do you like to do for fun?"

"'I like to hike, moving here lets me be a little closer to the mountains which I like, I like to cook too, work out in my spare time."

"Such manly hobbies," again Bakugou let out a little huffed laugh and a smile, Kirishima definitely had and interesting take on the word manly.

"What about you?"

"Well running a business take a lot of my time, but I like to hang with my friends, play video games, definitely have to hit the gym a few times a week, most nights usually end with me just hanging out with my cat though." He said that last part with a laugh.

"Oh you have a cat?"

"Yea man, she's so cute. Her name is M-o-m-o." Kirishima reached into his pocket to pull out his phone, he started scrolling until he found what he was looking for. When he turned his phone around he saw a picture of Kirishima laughing with a little white and grey cat on his shoulders looking more interested in whatever was going on behind the phone.

"I like cats."

"Well maybe you can come over and meet her some time, she loves people."

"Sounds like her owner."

Kirishima blushed at that last statement with a small smile and set his phone down on the table. A few minutes later the waiter came back to give them the tab and let the men know they would be closing in a few minutes. Kirishima quickly grabbed the receipt and headed to the register to pay.

Bakugou was actually having a good time and wasn't looking forward to the night ending. He noticed that Kirishima had walked away and left his phone on the table. He quickly snagged the thing and programmed his number in it, Bakugou was nothing if not bold when it came to getting what he wanted and what he wanted was to keep talking to Kirishima and see him more outside of the coffee shop. Once he put his number in he shot himself a quick text so he would have Kirishima's number, then he deleted the evidence. He wanted it to be a surprise.

Once Kirishima gets back he picked up his phone from the table and waits for Bakugou to get up, they head to the door and out into the night. They start walking back to Coffee Riot side by side and Bakugou definitely notices that Kirishima keeps bumping into him as they walk. He doesn't mind the contact so he doesn't stop it, just continues walking with a small grin on his face. When they get back to Coffee Riot Kirishima steps in front of Bakugou and turns to face him.

"I had a lot of fun tonight."

"Yeah me too." Just like earlier in the day Kirishima looked like he had something else he wanted to say so Bakugou just waited watching the as the other man's cheeks as they started to turn pink.

"I was thinking....maybe....maybe we could do this again. Hang out outside of the coffee shop...maybe..." Bakugou cut Kirishima off right there with a firm kiss. It wasn't a hungry or rough kiss, just a peck that only lasted for a few seconds to get the other man to realize his intentions. When he pulled away he could have sworn that Kirishima's blush matched his hair at this point.

"I would like that very much" Bakugou started to walk away leaving a happy but stunned Kirishima standing at the door to the coffee shop. He waved back at the red head and watched as he smiled and did the same. Bakugou walked the few blocks back to his own apartment and decided to use what he did at the restaurant.

Me: I really had fun tonight. I'll see you tomorrow for coffee

A few minutes later he got a response.

Shitty Hair: me 2. cnt wait 2 do it again

That text was quickly followed by another

Shitty Hair: when did u put ur #in my phone?

Me: when you got up to pay

Shitty Hair: O. Sneaky, but hey now i can tlk 2 u more =D

Me: that's why I did it. easier to talk through text sometimes too

They continued to text back and forth for another hour or so until Bakugou had a hard time keeping his eyes open. He said goodnight to Kirishima and headed to bed. He really couldn't wait to go get his morning coffee, and maybe another kiss.

[qvill-s]

Hi there! May I request 12 with dimitri for the “right to the good parts” prompt? :3

NOTES: absolutely !!!

dimitri + “we were pretending to be lovers but i’m not pretending anymore and i have to know if you feel the same way” right under the cut !!!

“Are you alright?” He asks. He is nervous, you realize, for the announcement he is about to make. He fidgets, adjusts his cloak, adjusts his crown, eyes darting back to you every so often. From where you sit on the settee, smoothing down any creases (real or imagined) that you find in the fabric of your clothes, you try and find something to calm your nerves.

With a whisper of cloth, Dimitri is by your side, settling himself down next to you with a concerned hand on your knee, repeating his earlier question. You blink, and only just realize that you’ve never given him a response.

“I’m fine,” you breathe, shifting in your seat to face him, “Just nervous.”

The tension leaves him in his next exhale of breath, sagging his shoulders and smoothing the hard lines of his face, relieved to not be the only one affected with anxiety. “It will be alright,” he reassures the both of you with a tired smile. “This will end soon.”

Ah, yes. It will, won’t it?

When your… “engagement” began, the two of you knew that nothing would (and should) come out of it. Dimitri was pressured to find a fiancé, and you needed a way out of Fodlan. The two of you met in the middle, with you agreeing to pose as his fiancé until he got his affairs settled down as the new King, and with him agreeing to send you off with enough resources to explore the vast lands that lie beyond the border of the ocean.

As friends from your Academy days, you had agreed that the relationship would remain completely and utterly platonic. Physical contact would be limited to only the most modest of touches, and there would be absolutely no kissing involved. The act would be played up in public and in the face of his Councillors, but behind closed doors, business would proceed as normal. Because of these rules, because of these limitations, because of the good nature of your friendship, neither of you worried about falling for one another.

And yet—you curse your foolish heart for punctuating the ending of this story with an and yet—

There is a lump that gathers at your throat when you agree. "Yes, it will."

You don’t understand yourself. You’ve always wanted a life of adventure, of the freedom to do as you choose and explore the vast world you have yet to know. You’ve always wanted the wide and open blue of the ocean, the promise of uncharted lands, and the feeling of the wind on your face. You’ve always wanted to meet new people, to travel the road less traveled, and to see the sun rise from a million different places.

What’s changed?

You reach up to smooth an errant lock of hair away from his face, tucking it back into the strands of the ponytail he hastily put his hair into, and click your tongue gently. “Let me fix your hair.”

He blinks, and he looks a little sheepish. "You don't have to—"

"I want to," you tell him, firmly, seriously. Let me have this last memory of you. "For old time's sake."

For a moment, he stares at you, lips slightly parted, as if wanting to say something but being unable to find the words. When you usher him on with a motion to turn around, he nods and does as he’s told, baring his golden head to you.

With careful hands, you release his hair from its confines, letting it fall over his shoulders and over his eye. You run your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp and unknotting the tangles as gently as you can. Even when the tangles are no more, you continue to run your hands through his hair, buying out time, looking for a way to make this moment last longer, imprinting the feeling of his soft hair, of the way he tilts his head back against your hands, of the sigh that leaves his lips and the weight that lifts off of his shoulders.

It is with an unnaturally heavy heart that you gather his hair into a ponytail, tight enough to keep his hair from escaping but loose enough to relieve him of any strain to his scalp, tying it off with the band on your wrist. 

“Better?” He asks, turning to face you.

With a final sweep of his stubborn hair away from his face and a smile he cannot see, you decide, “Better.”

You can’t find it in yourself to move, and it seems that neither does he. The two of you sit there, your hand on the back of his head, his on your knee once more, staring into the deep, deep, deep blue ocean of his eye, until a knock startles the two of you out of a moment you could call your own. 

Immediately, you jolt in your seat, blinking away the strange haze that enveloped your senses, wondering when it was that his face got close enough for his nose to brush against yours. You pull away with a cough that clears your throat.

“We should,” you begin, not knowing how to end, “we should—” 

“Yes,” is his solemn response.

You both get off of the couch, making a point to avoid the other’s eye as you did so, and move to exit the room.

This isn’t how I want this to end, you think, watching the broad plane of his back as it approaches the door, is it?

Haven’t you always thought of yourself as brave, as headstrong? How could you ever hope to call yourself so if you can’t even take the man you love by the hand and tell him—

Oh.

Oh.

All too suddenly, you realize what’s changed.

Your mornings, changing to accommodate each other, shifting routines until they involved him fixing you a cup of your favorite tea and you tying his hair back for him. Your nights, changing in each other’s presence with the laughter that rang unabashed across the room when you shared a stupid pun and with the nightmares that caused him to knock on your door in the late of night, to welcome him with open arms. The gestures the two of you shared, with the surprisingly gentle way he took your hand in his when the two of you made appearances, with the seemingly mindless way his fingers found themselves in the spaces between yours.

It’s him, you realize—there’s a growing sense of dread telling you that perhaps you have realized this too late—he’s what’s changed.

And this is not how you want this to end.

With all the courage that you can muster, you reach for his hand, pulling him back and away from the door. “Dimitri, wait.”

He follows your motion easily, though you know very well that he could resist if he wanted to, with a confused utterance of your name. “What is it?”

“I don’t want to pretend anymore.”

He blinks, and then he smiles, a confused quirk of the corner of his mouth. “Neither of us will have to. The engagement will be broken soon. The people will be upset, naturally, but the burden will no longer be yours.”

“No, I, I—” You swallow, squeeze his hand, eyes focused on the bridge of his nose rather than meeting his gaze. “I haven’t, haven’t been pretending for a long time now.”

“What?” The word is uncharacteristically soft, shocked on his tone.

“I think I…” You shake your head, your gaze flitting down to the hand in yours, “No, I know. I know that I love you, Dimitri.” You laugh, a small, defeated sound, “It might be a little too late for that, but I do.”

You take a deep breath, and finally meet his eye. “I need to know if you feel the same.”

He lets go of your hand—your heart sinks in your chest but a small part of you reminds you that it was expected—and he steps closer. It takes but a few seconds to occur, and before you know it he’s cupped your face in his hands and fits his mouth against yours.

“Stay with me,” he whispers, when he breaks away, his lips brushing over yours, “Please stay with me, my love.”

And in that moment, that word—love—uttered in his voice is strong enough to bring mountains crashing down, to bring armies to their knees, and to bring the tears you were so desperately trying to hold back streaming down your cheeks.

“I will,” you tell him through a watery smile. “I don’t want to leave you.”

He captures your lips in another kiss, and he’s kissing you like he needs you to breathe, like he’s been waiting several lifetimes to savor the feeling of your lips against his, a hand cupped to your cheek and another between your shoulderblades, pressing you as close to him as space would allow.

“What about the announcement?” You ask him, when the two of you get a chance to breathe, only now realizing that the two of you no longer have anything to announce.

“I will think of something,” he assures you, stealing another kiss, a soft peck to the curve of your cheek, before continuing with his voice lowered to a whisper. “An engagement, a vacation—something, anything that will keep you by my side.”

You can’t help but laugh a little. “We are already engaged.”

He seems to give your statement little thought as he asks, “When do you want to get married?”

“What?”

"Is the garland moon too soon?"

"But that’s only a month away," you tell him, dumbfounded at the abruptness of the date.

“My apologies, my love,” he says, not sounding the slightest bit sorry, “but I cannot wait to be with you properly.”

He leans down for another kiss, but another knock sounds on the door. The two of you freeze, drawn to the frantic sound of a servant requesting that the King and his consort please begin to head to the audience chamber.

“Well,” Dimitri says, straightening himself up. “I suppose that’s our cue.”

He offers a hand to you, and you take it gladly, using it to pull him away from the door just as he nears it, tugging him back to you for a quick, stolen kiss.

“Shall we?” You whisper against his lips, watching the smile bloom across his face.

“Let’s,” he agrees, and the two of you step out of the room hand in hand.

And this time, it is not for show.

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Hi again uh...I'm the one that requested the tfa stories and the ratchet/bee one. I'm too shy to come out of anon but I wanted to say that I loved them all! Thank you! A-And if it's not to much trouble can I request another? I-I don't see any tfa Skywarp/Bumblebee stuff anywhere so I thought maybe they're giving each other oral before they frag but Bumblebee is encouraging Skywarp and praising him a lot and it just drives Skywarp nuts with lust or something...?It's ok if you don't want to do it.

Glad you liked them!

I can certainly try? Hope it turned out okay: //

"S-sorry, Bumblebee." Skywarp said as he pulled his shaking hands away from the tiny yellow mech's beated frame. "I-I-I don't think I'm going to be very good at this. What if I'm terrible? This is awful. You would be better off with another clone, I think." Skywarp offered miserably.

"No worries, Warp, it's all good." Bumblebee said, comforting the scaredy-mech with a soft pat to his thigh. "Why don't we start with something besides touching, then? You could just let me touch you instead?"

"But then I won't be able to make you feel good! Oh, this is a disaster!" The mech mumbled into his servos. 

Bumblebee resisted rolling his eyes at the mech. He remembered when he was just as nervous about interfacing. 

"Tell you what, Warp, why don't you just let me do something for you first, and then you try it after? Don't worry about how I think it feels. Just try and do what I do."

"O-okay. I can do that. You'll tell me if I do something wrong? Or don't. Or do! I mean definitely do!" The nervous seeker fearfully corrected. 

"Don't worry, Warp, it'll be fine. Now open that panel, big guy!" Bumblebee punctuated the request with a quick peck to the seeker's cheek before sliding down the berth. He moved to sit between the seeker's legs– each of which as big as his own head– and found his large spike already pressurized. 

"Wow, Warp, you really are a big fella, huh?" Bumblebee laughed before leaning down and testing the spike with a quick flick of his glossa before sucking it down. 

Skywarp did his best to commit each movement to memory. Every press of those soft protoform lips to the head of his spike, every slide of Bee's warm glossa as he swirled it around the shaft, and the pumping of his servos for the parts that just couldn't fit into his mouth. 

Skywarp overloaded embarrassingly fast and with a yelp that probably sounded pained, but Bumblebee didn't say anything to make fun of him. He just swallowed his transfluid down with a smile and looked up at him. 

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Bee," he mumbled into his hands. "I should have given you a warning but it just felt so good and I couldn't stop and maybe I should just leave—"

"Woah, woah, easy there, mech! It's no big deal. It's your turn next, if you wanna make it up to me," he winked before adding: "If you're still up for it, that is. It's cool if you aren't, though. No rush."

"N-no, I want to, I do, it's just- I won't be any good at it, Bumblebee." The seeker bemoaned. 

"Like I said, Warp, you just gotta do what I did. Nobody's perfect on their first try." He said, sitting beside the mech on the berth.

"O-okay. I'll try. But, uh, I'm sorry ahead of time for when it doesn't go well." The seeker said, leaning over the tiny yellow bot who was already opening his modesty panel. 

The spike was significantly smaller than his own. Copy what Bumblebee did. Right. He could do that. Probably. Maybe? 

He opened his mouth and let his large glossa run across the head of the spike, earning an immediate moan from Bumblebee. 

That was a good sign, right? Perfect! He wasn't ruining things yet. 

He lowered his mouth onto the spike and began tracing the same patterns onto it that Bumblebee had. 

"Oh, frag, Warp, you're a fast learner," he panted. 

Skywarp felt his whole frame rumble with pleasure at the compliment, making Bumblebee thrust up ever so slightly into his intakes. 

"Frag, frag, Warp, keep going! You feel so good." Bee whined. 

Skywarp kept doing what Bee showed him. He trailed his glossa up and down the spike, sucking gently as he bobbed his helm up and down as he alternated the speed of his movements. 

Bumblebee's vocalizer was firing off the whole time.

"Oh, Warp, you're so good at this, your mouth feels so good. Please, please, please, don't stop," he begged. "Come on, come on, please, so close, Skywarp!" 

Skywarp could feel his spike already repressurizing between his legs at the sound of Bee's praise. He wanted to hear more, wanted to frag the little yellow mech and hear his name just like that again and again. 

His engines revved again, hard and fast, and Bee cried out loudly as he overloaded. 

Like Bumblebee, Skywarp swallowed it down before he climbed up the bed and pulled Bee up in to a rough kiss. 

"Oh, that's new, Skywarp. You like sucking spike that much?" He asked teasingly.

The normally anxious jet growled his engines in response, feeling the smaller mech shiver in response. "I- I want to try facing with you. Tonight. I need to feel you." He said.

"Finally! Thought you'd never ask," Bee said happily as he slid the rest of his modesty panel back. 

The jet descended upon him in an instant, fears forgotten as he fragged the loud autobot into the berth.

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Under Your Spell (Part 10) - Ashes On My Shoes

Summary: A Jared Padalecki/OFC fiction.

Stef is a musician, recently gone solo. Happy with her life as a forever single person until Jared makes it his mission to get close to her. (For the purpose of this fiction, I have liberated some lyrics from various artists and their videos. This is fiction, with real people mentioned.)

Chapter warnings: Flirting, swearing. 

Chapter WC: 2,458

The night of the Texas show was here. Stef was always nervous for every gig, why wouldn’t she be? There were a hundred and one ways that things could go sideways. Most of them had already happened during her career. But Jared would be at this show. He had text her to say he was incoming, ’With the boys.’ She assumed Jensen would be joining him. 

The bus was parked up next to the venue, the first of bands that were playing with them had started their set. Stef was already dressed for the stage, usually she kept it simple enough but tonight she made a special effort to be a little more flamboyant. Claire had helped her put together this flowing ensemble. A dress with a plunging neckline that just about reached to her navel, long sleeves and a train of black and silver material that followed her around as she walked. It was a flirty, Morticia Addams inspired dress with a slit up the front that came up to her knees. When she moved it dragged behind her, showing off her long legs. 

The legs that Jared had kissed and ran his fingers up and down teasingly the last time they were together. He said he loved her legs. She loved them when they were wrapped around his waist.

‘Focus, Stef.’ she scolded herself in the hand held mirror she used to put on her make up. 

Just then her tour manager pulled open the door, shouting ‘you decent?’

‘Yeah, come on in,’ Stef had one more coat of mascara to do and she was done.

‘Wow, you look great. You going on a date afterwards?’ Jeff was cool, he was a friend from years back, from the beginning. Always a good guy to have with you on tour. You needed a snack at 3am, he got it. You needed a replacement guitar string before you ran on stage, he had it ready. 

‘Maybe.’

Jeff carried on with his checklist, talking to himself more than to her.

‘Your stuff is on stage, the band are hanging in the waiting room. You staying on the bus?’ 

‘Nah, I’m going to go in now.’

‘Just so you know there are some fans at the gate, waiting for you.’

There were always a few people hanging around the venue before her shows. The first time she got off a bus with people shouting her name was definitely one of the highlights of the business for her. They were the reason why she still did shows. Her fans were always hungry for more music.

Recognising a few of the faces in the crowd, Stef hung with them for a few minutes.

They were complimentary about her ‘new style,’ asking if it was for the new album.

She agreed, butterflies nesting in her stomach again at the thought that she had made this effort just for Jared. What had become of her?

Smiling and doing her best poses with the fans, she waved them goodbye. Promising to give them a shoutout from the stage.

The venue was packed. Though she put that down to the most excellent support acts that were with her. Slipping into the backstage area through the rear entrance, she noticed her band mates were rowdy. 

‘What is it about the Texas crowds that get you guys so wound up?’ She laughed, watching the empty mini bottles of Jager tumble down from their ludicrous game of dominoes. 

‘What is it about Texas that’s got you looking like that?’ Evan queried, the boys wolf whistled. 

‘Settle down.’ She scolded. Forever the mother. These guys had been around nearly as long as Jeff. She found them all adorable and annoying, referring to them as her ‘hairy ass babies.’

Curing her nerves with two glasses of whiskey, she saw the second support act coming backstage, sweaty and loud. 

They’d be up next. 

Jeff appeared again, ‘Hey Stef, c’mere.’ 

‘Your friends just arrived,’ he said in a hushed tone, nodding his head towards Jared and Jensen. Misha stepped out from behind the two taller men and waved energetically. ‘Hey!’ he called across the corridor at her.

Stef ushered them into the room. Giving Jensen and Jared a hug and a kiss on both cheeks. Jared was smiling from ear to ear, but said nothing.

‘Hey hot momma,’ Jensen tried to keep a straight face, glancing at Jared. ‘Can’t wait for the show. We brought this idiot, he loves your music too.’

‘I’m a new fan.’ Misha pulled her into a tight hug. ‘Not as big a fan as Jared, but I still love your stuff.’ 

Misha seemed to be a guy you could instantly like. Stef patted him on the back, letting him know that the hug was done. 

’Sorry, I’m excited to meet you. Jared talks about you non stop.’

‘Do I?’ Jared was looking at Stef, taking her in, his eyes pausing on all the right places of the dress. 

‘You do, actually.’ Jensen clapped his friend on the back. ‘Come on, let’s get ready for this show then.’ He gave Misha a playful push out the door and threw Jared a look that said ‘hurry up.’

When they had disappeared, Jeff pointing the way up to the box Stef had booked for them, Jared was still standing over her. ‘You look beautiful.’

She could feel herself getting a little bashful. ‘Thank you,’ she replied, deciding it was best to just say it rather than pass it off as ‘this old thing?’

‘Good luck, I can’t wait to see you play.’ He leaned in and gave her a quick peck on the lips. That surprised her, she didn’t think he wanted to advertise that they were somewhat ‘together.’ 

‘I can’t wait to play for you.’ Stef smiled, giving his chin a little tug. 

‘You got about five minutes,’ Jeff came back and took Jared by the arm, leading him out of the door. 

With the lights glaring into her face, she could never see the crowd. That often helped with her nerves. Being up there made her feel so vulnerable, that was why she loved doing it so much. It was like therapy, pouring her heart out into the songs and letting them take over. The crowd were waiting impatiently when the lights went down. It was her cue to walk on stage. The guys were at their instruments, playing the intro to the new single. Stef reached the mic as the beat kicked in, her words flowing easily. Everything sounded right. In the moment, she forgot everyone around her. Forgot about Jared sitting forward in his seat taking in the show, watching her move with the music, doubled over when the high notes required it. 

There was little time to chat between songs, Stef preferred it that way. It was easier to just get on with it. 

She hated the ‘hey there..*insert city* you’re the best.’

Halfway through the set, she thanked the crowd for coming out, introduced the band and pulled out her acoustic guitar. 

‘This isn’t usual for me, I like to kick it full steam ahead for you guys. But, someone recently sang this song to me and it revived some old feelings. Despair and lost love. Sounds good, right?’ The crowd whooped and cheered.

‘Ok, cool.’ Stef started right into the song, keeping the pace that Jared had set when he sang it to her on the floor of Jensen’s cabin the night they first made love. 

Burning soft skin of two

Trying hard to let go of you

Hoping it will do

Pulled right out from underneath you

She heard the crowd singing it along with her, her breath caught in her throat when she finished the song, pushing her guitar aside and holding up her hands in thanks to the fans. 

‘You know what, I don’t usually say this, but y’all ARE the fuckin’ best.’ 

Backstage, everyone was in high spirits. The whiskey was flowing and Stef was so buzzed. Misha was taking pictures of the band, wanting her to strike some ridiculous poses with Jensen and Jared.

Several of the shots made it on to instagram. Jared and ‘the boys,’ each posted a picture with Stef, exclaiming about how great the show had been and how excited they were to be invited backstage.

Stef even posted one with Misha, Jensen and Jared holding her up as she lay across them. There were so many comments on it, she just didn’t have the energy to read them.

Back on the bus, the guys were continuing their little party in the ‘living area’ behind the driver. Jared had come back with Stef to have a chat before they had to go.

Checking that no one was watching, Stef pulled him halfway into her tiny bunk, there was no way the both of them would fit in there but they managed to squeeze in, legs dangling out from behind the curtain. Giggling like teenagers, they made out for a while. Jared punctuating each kiss with how much he enjoyed the show. Eventually, after several phone calls from an increasingly pissed Jensen, Jared took his leave. Kissing her wrist to her shoulder and then giving her several kisses that made her head spin, he left. 

‘Stefanie’s got a boyfriend!’ One of the guys stuck his head out through the sliding door of the living area, he was so drunk he could barely stand. 

‘Shut the fuck up,’ Stef threw a pair of his balled up socks at him. ‘And clean up after your-damn-selves.’ 

The next day they were playing a much smaller venue, but the crowds were still coming out, thankfully.

Stef had taken a moment to look at her tagged posts on social media. There were a few great shots taken the night before, she was incredibly grateful her tits didn’t pop out of her dress. 

‘Wow, you know J2?’ ‘OMG Jensen’ ‘OMG Jared’. Was how most of the comments were going. Several were suggesting she was fucking one of them, or all three.

‘She sucks, her music sucks and she’s ugly.’ Charming. Stef often deleted the nasty ones, coz who wants to see them, right? 

There were more followers on all platforms, that was nice. More people to hear the music, she supposed.

Her heart skipped a beat on seeing a post on insta from Jared. It was a picture of them striking a ridiculous pose, his arm around her waist. They were doing their best blue steel. The second was a shot of him, Jensen and Misha heads together at the show and the third was Stef on stage, she couldn’t recall what part of the night it was. 

‘If anyone gets a chance to see this girl live, go see her. You rocked us last night, Stef. So proud of you.’ Several love hearts.

Misha commented, ‘get your hands off my girl, Jared.’

Jared: ‘And how long do you know her that you think you can lay claim?’

Jensen posted several laughing emojis, ‘as MJ said boys, ‘the girl is mine.’

Stef liked each of the comments. Adding her own ‘I’d take all three of you, no problem.’ To which Jared added a sad face and a broken heart. 

Her phone began vibrating, the long stream of comments disappearing. Oscar’s name was flashing on screen.

‘Hello, Oscar.’ Her voice was a little husky from the night before.

‘There she is. I see your show was well received last night.’

‘Oh?’ She feigned ignorance. 

‘There is a write up about it already, some fans of Supernatural are getting quite excited about it. You wouldn’t happen to know anyone from the show would you?’

‘Maybe.’

She heard Oscar sighing down the phone where there would usually be laughter.

‘You better not be messing around with a married man, Effie.’

‘Why would that be any of your fucking business, Oscar?’

‘I thought as much, you won’t deny it either. I noticed something about you when you came down for Dar’s party.’

‘You noticed what?’

‘Well, don’t get me wrong you are always lovely but you were simply glowing when you arrived at the airport.’

‘Oh shut up, you’re so full of crap.’

‘Am I?’

She supposed he wasn’t. But again, she didn’t want to tell him he was right. 

‘Yeah, your silence speaks volumes.’

‘I’m a big girl, Oscar. I look out for myself. Always have.’

The last two words stung him and she knew it. He shifted in his chair, she heard him clear his throat the way he always did, before he wanted to launch into a speech about how she was getting herself into trouble.

’Before you start, because I know what you’re going to say!’ She warned, hearing him start to tell her to watch herself.

‘I appreciate your concern, but I’m not getting myself into anything I haven’t thought about for many sleepless nights. We have...an agreement.’

Oscar scoffed, ‘so you’re fucking a married man. That’s fine is it?’

‘It is for us, Oscar. Please don’t judge me.’

‘I can’t not judge you. What’s with you lately? You’re not really acting like yourself.’

‘Hey, you told me I needed to loosen up a bit.’

‘Loosening up a little means go out with your friends more and have some fun. Not start a relationship with a married guy. A famous married one at that. Jesus, Stef, you have to be more careful.’

‘Oscar, I appreciate the concern.’

‘That’s it? No fighting back?’

‘I don’t want to fight, not with you. I can’t fight with you anymore.’

Oscar was sighing again. ‘Promise me, you’ll be sensible. I can’t stand seeing you broken hearted.’

‘Oh don’t start that shit again, please.’ Stef buried her face in the crook of her arm, laying across her bunk. 

‘I mean it, Stefanie. Don’t do that to yourself, you’re worth more than that. You’re more than a mistress.’

‘I know that. And as I said, it works for both of us right now.’

‘Yeah, yeah sure. You frustrate me so much, you know that?’

‘I do. It’s why you love me though.’ 

Perhaps she had chosen the wrong words, his voice which had been pleading was now just sad.

‘Fuck sakes. I’m shaking my head right now, but you can’t see me.’

Stef bit her nails, ‘yeah but I can imagine it, vividly. You still got that nice head of hair?’

‘Yep, I’m shaving it off as soon as this movie is done.’

‘I hate your bald head.’ Stef complained.

‘I am doing it just to annoy you, and I will be sending pictures.’

‘Ugh, delete me from your life please.’

‘Never,’ he smiled a little, ‘I gotta go.’

‘Later Oscar.’

‘Goodbye, love.’

CHAPTER 11

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Distracted

[~2K Words -- Jaehyun x Female Reader -- Minimal plot, All Smut -- Minor voyeurism, exhibitionism w/a surprise guest star 👀]

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You trotted after Jaehyun as he ran into your kitchen to grab a cup of coffee. He already missed his alarm this morning after how late you kept him up last night, but if he hurried he could still get to work five minutes early. He would've been annoyed when you hopped on the counter and pulled him over, your finger hooked into his belt, but he loved how you looked in just the hoodie you stole from him three weeks ago, some panties, and a pair of fuzzy socks. "No, no, no," he laughed, lunging away to grab at the coffee pot, but you wrapped your ankles around him and trapped him, "no, no, stop, you're cute and I hate it; I'm going to kill you if I'm late."

You lightly raked your nails down his chest. "Are you sure we can't hang out a little longer? I'm going to be so lonely without you." You pouted for effect, knowing he couldn't resist.

Jaehyun sighed loudly in exasperation, smitten with you but also mad at the bulge forming in his jeans. "What's with you lately? I can hardly keep up."

You shrugged, your nails on his chest digging in a little harder. "Hormones? Or I'm just really into you right now; more than usual." Jaehyun finally reached the coffee pot and filled up his travel mug, ready to make a swift escape. He kissed your cheek, screwed the lid onto his mug, and poked you in the ticklish spot on your ribs. You shrieked, letting your guard down to flail and kick him off. Jaehyun laughed and sprinted for the door, but you caught up to him. You spun him around, playfully slamming him against the door and taking advantage of his busy hands, his mug in one and his phone and keys in the other.

Jaehyun let his shoulders and head fall back against the door; all he could do was watch. "No, no, no," he was still laughing, "come on, yes, you're so hot right now, I'd love to, but I have to catch a train." He groaned as you wrenched his belt buckle undone, wrestling his jeans down and getting his hard cock in your impatient mouth. You took him all the way down to the base, making him moan loudly. He surrendered.

"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up," he moaned. He slipped his phone and keys into his pocket so he could grab a fistful of your hair. You made quick work of him, alternating between sucking him into your throat and jerking him in both your hands. Soon enough he was changing his tune, tugging on your hair to get you to ease up.

"Slow down, slow down, slow down," he begged, but it was too late. You moaned, looking up at him through your eyelashes as you hungrily swallowed his cum. You stood up, wiping your mouth as he caught his breath. "Alright," he gasped, "I don't know how, yet, but I'll get you for this." Jaehyun gave you a peck on the cheek, a slap on your butt, and was out the door, his face still flushed and his belt still unbuckled.

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You slouched back on the chair at your desk, your right foot angling on top of the hard wood surface to hit a better angle with your favorite vibrator. You savored the pulsing vibrations as you browsed for more porn on your laptop before landing on something -- a tried and true favorite, one of the few straight pairings you liked, with the ridiculously ripped and vapid guy secretly fooling around with his vuluptuous lady under the covers of his bed right by his roommates. Jaehyun had been right; you'd been hornier than usual lately, but you were trying to keep up. You'd taken to masturbating multiple times a day when he wasn't around, and you weren't expecting him for a couple more hours today. You let your head fall back right before you hit your orgasm, then letting the natural clench in your body as it washed over you curl you forward. You enjoyed the pleasant headrush as you rode out your orgasm and got up to clean off your toy. You turned to walk to the bathroom, gasping and dropping your toy as you saw Jaehyun blushing in your bedroom door, his ears bright pink. You hadn't been dating terribly long yet, and this was definitely the first time he caught you.

You wanted to say something. So did Jaehyun. You both stammered, turning away from each other as you died of inexplicable embarrassment. You finally faced him.

"You're early," you said.

"I took a long lunch to come see you. I wanted to take you to the cafe down the street. Should I text you before I let myself in? I figured if I had a key now--"

"How much did you see?"

"Nothing I haven't seen before."

You nodded, quickly throwing on some clothes and fixing your hair. "Was it at least sexy?" You asked him, smiling as you kissed his blushing ears.

"Very." He offered you his arm before leading you downstairs.

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Though you found Jaehyun to be the actual prince of your dreams, you were still glad his roommate wasn't home, considering your fear of his presence being distracting. Jaehyun had lived with Johnny long before you began dating and they were best friends, so it was easy to feel intimidated by his good looks, rather than just charmed. You rested in Jae's bed, peeking through his journal and the books on the nightstand as you tried to become tired. You looked across the floor at Johnny's side of the room, wondering what Jaehyun would have to do to get a place of his own, or at least a place with his own room. You heard Jaehyun finish in the shower, just as you also heard the unexpected sound of the front door opening. Reflexively, you switched off the lamp on the nightstand, hiding yourself in the dark. You considered locking the bedroom door. You considered throwing on clothes or at least some panties. Instead, you froze, the sheets up around your chin.

The boys were talking in the hallway. Apparently Johnny volunteered for an extra shift early in the morning so he got off work sooner to come home and rest. Jaehyun softly padded into the room, wearing only boxers and a towel. You heard the shower turn back on down the hall; it must be Johnny's turn. Jaehyun crawled into bed with you, curling you up to his chest to spoon you.

"Johnny's back early," he murmured into your hair.

"I heard. He has work in the morning?"

"Or he got my text saying that you were coming over tonight-- ow!" Jaehyun yelped as you playfully jabbed him in the ribs. He responded by tickling your own ribs, combatting your struggling by pulling you closer. One arm snaked around your chest, the other closed in around your tummy. Soon, Jaehyun's hand wandered down between your legs, firmly cupping the warm skin there. You wriggled, careful to be quiet as you twisted in his grip.

"Jae! Johnny will be back any second," you laughed, gasping as Jaehyun began to rub you.

"I know. I wasn't kidding about the text. But for all he knows we're just sleeping."

"Wait, are you kidding?"

"Who knows? I said I'd get back at you." With that, Jaehyun punctuated his remark by finding your clit and circling the sensitive nub with his fingers. Your body jerked at the touch, instantly riled up. You suddenly weren't worried about Johnny being around, you were just worried about keeping quiet. Jaehyun rubbed your soaking pussy from behind you, occasionally pushing his fingers deep into you and pumping hard. You squirmed at his touch, surprised with how commanding he could feel.

You froze, petrified as you heard the shower turn off. You started batting Jaehyun off of you, but he wouldn't let up right away. Once you were thoroughly nervous he pulled out of you, keeping his proximity. He quickly kissed you, smiling evilly as he gently pried open your lips to momentarily lick his tongue against yours. You were sure you were done playing, but Jaehyun wasn't.

"I saw what you were watching the other day. I liked it," he whispered in your ear, "You obviously did as well. I thought this would be a nice surprise." You were mortified, but couldn't deny that the idea excited you.

Johnny opened the door, dressed only in a pair of sweats, his hair still damp as he climbed into bed. "G'night, guys," Johnny said, immediately rolling onto his side and slipping in his earbuds to listen to some music.

"Goodnight," Jaehyun replied. You weren't even sure if you followed suit or just thought it. Jaehyun reached for his phone, opening his white noise app. You quickly realized he was giving you the illusion that you even had a chance of not being heard if he started teasing you again.

And he did. Jaehyun immediately dove back into you, nibbling on your neck as he fondled your breasts. You attempted to get him to slow down, but to no success. You thought you heard Johnny rustle in his sleep, but you quickly brushed the thought aside, startled as you noticed Jaehyun kissing further down your torso, crawling further under the sheets. As flustered as you were, you still eagerly spread your legs as Jae settled himself between them. He left a trail of soft kisses down your hip, running down the slope of your thigh and nudging closer to your pussy. You shivered, trying desperately not to moan out loud.

You squinted across the room, the meager moonlight streaming in through the blinds making it look like Johnny rustled in his sleep again. Absent-mindedly, you curled your fingers in Jaehyun's hair as he finally ran his hot tongue over your spread pussy. Your hips bucked, your back arching as you struggled not to moan. Johnny's headphones would block out a fair bit of noise, but certainly not all the noise you wanted to make.

"Jae, okay, you made your point," you whispered harshly, unable to decide if you wanted to pull away or grind yourself against Jaehyun's tongue, "I'm sorry I made you late the other day, baby, I won't do it again." You wriggled, desperate to either get him to stop or get him to lick you harder.

"You definitely won't anytime soon," you heard him whisper from beneath the sheets, "but I'm sure you won't learn your lesson until I make you cum." You were surprised by this side of Jae, but excited to see how this would go. He absolutely loved eating you out, getting sloppy and making you wriggle even when he wasn't doing it with an agenda. Even so, this time he was ravenous, his tongue hitting you in every way you liked it.

This time, you were sure you heard Johnny, though you were thoroughly curious when it sounded like he groaned from his side of the room. Though you were struggling to stay quiet, he could probably hear you over his headphones, and definitely if he took them out. You were tempted to be louder, bolstered by the idea of Johnny getting turned on listening to you two. You had your chance, letting out a full moan as Jaehyun slipped his fingers into your wet depths. He quickly fumbled, finding your panties from earlier and reaching up to stuff them in your mouth. You were sure you heard Johnny quietly curse to himself.

Jaehyun pumped his fingers in you harder as he hungrily nibbled and licked at your pussy. He groaned as you clenched your fingers in his hair, your orgasm coming up fast. Keeping a firm hold on his hair, you couldn't stop yourself from grinding on his tongue, hushed moans and squeals escaping around the panties in your mouth. Jaehyun grabbed your hands, pulling your wrists into his grip to hold you down as you finally came, your back arching hard as you let out a muffled scream, but Jae didn't stop there. He kept going, licking you through your orgasm until you were nearly crying for him to stop. Once your overstimulation wound down a little, Jae finally let you breathe. He climbed back up next to you, pulling you close.

"Alright, you can take a break for now. Then it's my turn." Jaehyun kissed your neck and hugged you close as you caught your breath. You laughed, taking your panties and slingshotting them across the room to land on Johnny's chest. He also looked out of breath from what you could see in the dim moonlight. He grumbled, rolling over, but not giving up the panties. You liked this new side of Jaehyun. Maybe now you'd have to keep up with each other.

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[my-intrests-are-yours]

Ducktales 2017: Gratitudes & First Dates (pt. 2)

“Sorry about the suit”

Fenton looked up from where he was working on the suit to give the sailor a look.

“What’s there to be sorry about?”

“Look at it,” Donald exclaimed gesturing to the pile of scraps on the side of the table, “it’s a wreck.”

Before Fenton could respond Donald pressed forward.

“I-I didn’t mean to destroy it,” the sailor looked down, “Now Duckburg’s out a superhero a-and it’s all my fault...”

Doanld finally looked up, eyes glossy and face remorseful.

“I’m so-“

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence, Don!”

Fenton was now standing, his work completely abandoned in order to address his friend.

“You saved Duckburg,” the superhero screamed punctuating how important that was with his arms outstretched, “you fought a shadow army by yourself, including the Gizmoduck in battle mode possessed by my evil magic shadow, and WON; while being electrocuted!”

“Donald...,”

“You’re Fantastic!”

The sailor couldn’t help but smile. He felt incredibly embarrassed, humbled, and so happy form Fenton’s words. His feathers were red, his eyes were sparkling, and Donald’s grin couldn’t get anymore bigger.

The sailor sniffed,

“What did I ever do to have a friend like you?”

The superhero flashed Donald smile, which he returned brightly.

“Because y-your Awsome,” Fenton responded with cheeks equally flushed, “th-that’s why.”

*

After the whole Tracker Orb incident Donald’s been coming down to the Money bin, specifically Gyro’s Lab more often.

Fenton has also been visiting Gyro more often, despite the scientist constantly reminding the duck,

“You don’t work here.”

The superhero in response splutters half-baked, barely believable excuses; such as ‘maintenance’. If Gyro’s counting correctly he’s used the ‘matinence’ excuse, about four times already.

Fenton, of course, helps around the lab. Taking Little Bub & Manny’s chores, much the their displeasure and works hard, but more scatter brained than usual.

On more then one occasion he’s caused a fire, and didn’t even notice.

Gyro can only tolerate Fenton’s clumsiness for so long.

Half an hour into the superhero’s visit and Gyro was ready to lose it. Luckily a certain sailor came padding through the elevator.

“Donald!” Fenton called almost instantly

The superhero ran over to greet the sailor with a tight hug.

“Geez, Fenton” said Donald,red faced, returning the Latino’s hug, “you saw me yesterday.”

“I-I know” Fenton replied stuttering, “it’s just really great to see you”

Gyro didn’t know why those two idiots were gawking and staring at eachother for a solid minute, but it was incredibly awkward for him and the interns.

“You hungry?” Donald asked the superhero

“Kinda,” he replied, “I’ll go see if Gyro will let me?”

“Hey Gyro-“

“YES!” he responde instantly,

“You didn’t kn-“

“JUST GO, PLEASE”

“Ok, calm down.”

Gyro didn’t what came over him but as soon as those two left he felt way better. Looking around the lab, he noticed Manny and Little bulb we relieved as well. What is wrong with those two? Gyro just can’t put his finger on it.

*

“By the way Don,”

Fenton began ice cream dribbbling off his face and garnering the sailor’s attention,

“2 weeks ago you came to the lab looking for someone, right?”

“Yeah”

“Did you ever find him?”

“Yep”

Donald said matter-of-factly.

Fenton paused. He was hoping the sailor would elaborate, so they could keep talking. He loved talking to Donald. The two of them have become really close over these last few weeks. And every day they’ve been together, not that they’re together-together, Fenton is getting more and more smitten.

“What’s he like?” The superhero inquired.

“Well...,” Donald began really drawing out that first syllable, “he’s smart.”

“Smart?” Fenton repeated, chest tighting. Why is it tightening? Was he jealous, pshhh, just because the greatest guy he’s ever known thinks some rando is smart doesn’t mean he’s jealous. Plus smart is like a generalized term, that’s like a surface level compliment.

“Really smart.” Donald replied slightly smirking and side-eyeing Fenton.

Why was he smirkin and why is it so cute. Does Donald like this guy? No, that would be absurd. But if didn’t like this guy then why would-No-it’s not the time to think like that.

With a nervous and shaken breath Fenton asked, “what else?”

“He’s strong”

Fenton’s strong too, you know. He’s a freakin superhero, and sure the suit gives him super strength but he works out. Granted, working out is counterbalanced by his terrible sleep schedule but science and superheroing are worth a few lost nights.

“Strong is he?”

“Yeah but you know what else?” Donald asked leaning in close as if he’s telling a secret.

“What?”

“He is very very very...”

“Very, very what?!”

“I mean really, really, really...”

“Really, really what?!”

The sailor turned to meet Fenton’s piercing hazel eyes. The duck was obviously nervous his beak was lightly quivering, he was shaking, body contorted prepared to pounce, and his eyes were stinging with anticipation and a hint of fierce determination.

Donald leaned in close, even closer than before. Shifted his eyes left and then right, and whispered,

“Cute”

And before the superhero could even process the duck gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

Fenton (TM) has stopped work.

Face red and flushed Donald quickly turned around. He cleared his throat hoping to get the superhero’s attenntion, but Fenton was still too dumbstruck. The two of them were at the base of McDuck Manor

“Well Cabrera,” Donald said glancing slightly behind to make his words were registering with the Ex-Intern, “this is my stop.”

Fenton squeeked not quite finding his voice yet. However, he still managed to blink at the sailor head still reeling. He can’t quite fully emote, he’s brain is on overdrive and everything’s has gone to fast for him to properly process.

Donald, stepped forward, and for the first time initiated a hug. Cabrera was barely managing to squeeze him back.

“See you tomorrow, hero” The sailor whispered before he gave the Latino a playful wink, and disappeared behind the gates of the mansion.

“...”

Fenton sighed and fell to his knees feeling like a school girl who’s has just talked to his crush on Valentines’ Day and in a way he was. His face was red and slowly he raised his hand and brushed his cheek. Grinding like a fools and eyes twinkling like diamonds, Fenton stared at the mansion and contemplated “Donald” for nearly an hour.