#this is a chunk of me being stupidly embarrassing

[wickedsmille]

wip game, 4. This is why I hate customer service ?

Kckfkdkj hi, yes, love your jaytim fics btw excuse me while I shake off my star-struck-dumbness. I swear I can be totally normal about this but I think your works are fabulous 🙇🙇🖤 so maybe not

But! This is why I hate customer service is based came about from one of my own experiences (or many but w/e) while doing fast food where I had an older gentleman tell me I had lovely veins. Noticing I was speechless and weirded out, his friend reassured me he was a doctor. It was not actually reassuring. The doctor was totally unrepentant for giving a fast food worker "it puts the lotion on its skin" vibes.

Naturally, my next rational thought was Tim, instead of doing the responsible thing and dragging himself to a real therapist or mental health professional, trauma dumping on and over sharing with customer service workers :333 it's probably crack but I lol Everytime I go back and add to it:

“Is it really so bad?” Tim asks the cashier as he hands over his credit card. 

Giving him her You’re Stupid Stare, the cashier swipes Tim’s card viciously. “Uh, yeah, duh, course it is,” she tells him flatly.

Pursing his lips, Tim glares at her but there’s no heat behind it. 

The middle aged woman has been his confidant and sounding board since he walked through their drive thru, looking like hell warmed over with his torn sweatpants, disheveled hair and dull look in his eyes. It had been a hard day at the office, harder night on patrol and only made worse by a bout of insomnia. Tim had been helpless to his sudden craving for greasy, terrible but cheap food and too tired to care how he looked. 

Or watch what he said. Really, Tim didn’t set out that night to go on a five minute rant about corporate idiots with their plastic smiles and fake laughs to cover up the fact they’re terrible at their jobs, but, well. That’s what happened but she took the info dump with grace, recanted on forcing him to come inside the restaurant since he wasn’t in a vehicle and ushered him along. Looking back, Tim’s pretty sure she was trying to get him out there as quickly as possible. Gotham breeds strange, basks in the odd and embraces the unusual so he must’ve looked some special kind of deranged.

Yet, the next time he came through, this time in a rental car but no less exhausted, she sardonically asked him how his day was in the office. Truthfully, it hadn’t been horrible so he told her that then proceeded to recount a sterilized version of events for his last patrol where he ended up taking a dip in the bay and contracting walking pneumonia. All the bubbling frustration at his own inadequacies still raged within the cage of his mind but the noise died down once he was able to give voice to it. 

The next time, he bitched to her about Damian and felt better for it. He even made her laugh that time. 

Then, while picking up a couple things at the corner market for dinner, he bemoaned to the unsuspecting teenage stocker about Dick’s clingy tendencies and the way it clashes with Tim’s touch starved nature. The poor kid had looked at him, eyes as big as saucers, and said, “Yeah, that’s cool, man. The spaghetti sauce is in aisle 3.” He did feel bad for that one, minutely, because he still walked away lighter than before.

Thus his habit of trauma dumping on poor, unsuspecting customer service workers was born. He can barely get through an interaction with a complete stranger without dropping some kind of horrible fact if only to lighten his own burden on the days when it all seems to be caving in to crush him. 

The fast food cashier is just his favorite. 

“Why?” Tim asks, honestly curious and affronted.

“Honey,” she says patiently, “you said this hot hunk of man meat-”

“Please never call him that again.”

“Gave you a some scars like the one right there on your neck your concealer ain’t doing much for anymore-”

“To be fair, it’s only meant for 24 hours.”

“And all you can think about is him bending you over in some dirty ass back alley like a two dollar hooker.”

“Well, when you put it that way,” Tim concedes, sinking down into the seat of his motorcycle and willing a portal to open up and swallow him whole. He loves fast food lady but, damn, she doesn’t hold back. “You might have a point.”

“Boy, you ain’t stupid. You know I always got one, thanks,” she sniffs. “But, honey, that right there sounds like a red flag factory.”

Tim shrugs helplessly. She isn’t wrong, after all. 

She whistles long and low, crossing her arms in the sill of the window and leaning out. “Oh, you got it bad, huh, hun?”

Again, Tim shrugs because there’s no point lying. He’s the one who initiated the conversation so it’s his fault for letting loose something so personal. To be fair, Jason had tackled him mid-patrol the night before, murder in his eyes and an intent to pound Tim into the roof in all the ways he didn’t want. All Tim did was completely ignore his self-drawn territory lines and completely ruin Jason’s own investigation that was sure to end in a couple bodies in the morgue. The tousle ended with Jason straddling Tim, thighs tight around his waist and chest heaving, before socking him clean in the jaw.

“That bruise him too?” she asks Tim. “Don’t you dare shrug at me again, by the by!”

“Yes,” he groans, “it is.”

“You’ve got some screws loose,” she tells him while flapping a hand. “But to each their own. That’s a thing, ain’t it? Gettin’ off to bein’ slapped around?”

“Kill me now,” Tim moans. 

“Not till you get your man, freaky.”

“Is my food ready?” Tim asks quickly, hoping against hope to escape the conversation. This has gone completely off script. There’s no way he drives off and feels anything but terrible after this rather than the catharsis he usually gets.

[enderlovez]

A Little Timid

Spencer Reid x Shy Female Reader WORD COUNT: 1100+

Summary: You bring Spencer something for dinner during a particularly stressful case. One thing, though—nobody else knows you exist.

Content Warning: Spencer is overworking himself and forgetting to eat, reader has a sister and a niece/nephew (not specified), pet names

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You and Spencer have been dating for nearly three years, and throughout that time he's visited your workplace more times than you can count. Usually to spend your lunch breaks with you, sometimes just so he can sit and be in your company as you work.

Which your boss is completely fine with, for some reason unknown to you.

Oftentimes you find yourself wishing you could do the same for him, on the nights where he doesn't come home until stupidly late, but every time you bring up maybe bringing him lunch on your days off, he shoots you down entirely. Like a bird out of the sky, or some other stupid simile you can't be bothered trying to come up with.

It's quite different for him, being a federal agent and such, working with sensitive subjects and often in harsh environments, so you suppose it does make sense that he would want to keep you away from all that. Still, you can't help but feel a little hurt and slightly embarrassed every time he denies your requests.

And yet...

"You sound tired," you comment softly, stirring the pot of chicken soup in front of you.

"Mhm."

"Have you eaten anything yet?"

There's no response, which is answer enough for you.

"Lovey, you need to eat," you say with a sigh, putting down the spoon you were stirring with and lean back against the counter beside the stove.

"I know," he mumbles quietly.

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, eyes turned down to the ground. "I'm making chicken soup, I could bring you some for dinner, if you'd like?" you suggest weakly. "And some of the bread I finished making earlier. You know, I could sit with you for a while."

Before he's even responded, you're bracing yourself for rejection.

"That would be nice," he sighs.

Immediately, the tension in your body melts away, a tiny smile making its way onto your face.

"You want me to bring one of those cinnamon rolls you like, too?"

"Yes please..." His voice is so quiet, you're sure he's practically falling asleep at his desk.

"Okay, I'll be there in ten minutes."

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Spencer doesn't really think about much when he hangs up the phone. Only that he's really hungry right now, and that he really likes your chicken soup.

The fact that his coworkers don't even know you exist doesn't cross his mind once. Only when you're actually walking into the bullpen, does he realize he should've given them a bit of a heads up, because everyone is looking at you now.

No horrible looks, of course, they're only curious of who you are and why you're here, but you've never particularly liked people looking at you. It makes you feel all anxious and jittery.

Your eyes quickly scan the room (definitely taking note of all the people watching you) and when you finally find your target, a small smile makes it onto your face, despite the discomfort.

He pulls another chair over to his desk as you make your way over, walking just a little faster usual, and place one of those reusable supermarket bags in front of him.

"Hey there," you murmur, bringing his hand to your face so you can press a soft kiss to the back of it. This time, he doesn't even mention how many stupid pathogens can be passed through your hands.

"Beautiful girl," is all he says, quiet and uncharacteristically drowsy, as he reaches into the bag and pulls everything out. Two perfectly warm thermoses, a brown paper bag with some of your fresh bread inside, and two saran-wrapped cinnamon rolls that you've already heated.

You chuckle softly, taking your share of the food and offering him a hunk of warm bread.

Spencer bites off a chunk of the bread and really takes a look at you, now that you're distracted with your own soup. You're wearing a baby pink milkmaid dress, the same one you wore to your sisters baby shower last year, and a white cardigan with little flowers embroidered all over it.

He gifted you the plain cardigan, you were the one who added all the flowers and personal touches.

"I really appreciate this," he hums, finally opening the thermos of soup and spooning some of it into his mouth with one of the metal utensils you brought with you.

"I'm always happy to bring you food when you need it, lovey. Even when you don't necessarily need it, I'll come running," you say in a low voice, sipping your own soup straight from the thermos. "I wish you'd let me do it more. Even when you're not starving and sleep deprived."

He chuckles at the playful lilt in your voice, but knows you're actually being completely serious. "Maybe we can make this a more regular. On the nights I can't be at home—"

"And who might this be?" someone asks, appearing suddenly enough for you to jump a little.

You turn your head the smallest fraction to find another man leaning against Spencer's desk, a (seemingly permanent) smirk breaking through the tired, clouded expression everyone here is sporting.

"Uhm—hi—erm..."

You glance over at Spencer, who is, for the most part, paying no attention to the encounter, simply sipping on his soup and gnawing on his bread like he hasn't eaten in weeks.

"I'm Y/N," you manage, in a voice soft enough to bring serial killers to their knees (now there's an idea), wiping your hands on the fabric covering your thighs and sticking one of them out.

The man hums, eyes flicking between yourself and the man seated beside you. "I don't think Spencer's ever mentioned you before."

Your smile falters slightly, but doesn't disappear completely. "I'm his girlfriend," you say, "and I never really expected him to talk about me here. He said he wouldn't, anyway."

"Girlfriend?" he asks, as if it's the craziest thing he's ever heard. "You. Are Spencer's girlfriend? Spencer has a girlfriend?"

That seems to grab the aforementioned mans attention.

"Morgan. Is it really so hard to comprehend," he asks, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close—as close as he can, with the chairs in the way, "that I could find a beautiful woman to love me?"

Ah. Derek Morgan, that explains it.

"You know that's not what I mean," Morgan argues, the smile not leaving his face. "And now, if you don't mind, I'll be around. Telling everyone. That you've got a gorgeous girlfriend, and kept it from us."

Neither of you have a chance to argue before he's gone. You're honestly surprised he didn't ask exactly how long it's been, but you're sure he wouldn't have liked the answer, so you don't push it.

"...this is great soup, by the way. I love you."

You chuckle, red coloring your face. "Thanks. I love you, too, baby."

[falcor-thee-luck-dragon]

Love Cuts Deep

Chapter 2- Together We Stay

Bucky Barnes x (f)reader Series Rewrite (Civil War, Infinity War/Endgame, TFATWS) 

Summary: After learning that you’re on a national watchlist from the exposure of Hydra, and seeking the only other person who’s lived a life like you have. Now you and Bucky adjust to being around one another in Romania.

Warning: big fluff, SMUT, more fluff i promised

Masterlist

5 weeks.

That’s how long it’s been since you’ve been allowed to stay with Bucky in his little one bedroom apartment in Bucharest, Romania. Fortunately for you, he’s kind enough to let you take the shit excuse for a bed while he claims the hardwood floor on the opposite side of the room, just about every single night. That’s just how its been, through true at it is, either one of you could handle sleeping on stone, but this bed is admittedly nicer, and you’ve got someplace to stay for the time being.

And Bucky.

He’s a quiet type for sure, keeps to himself, only really speaks when spoken to or when asking if you want something from the marketplace. But you’ve begun to witness first hand how he’s kind, funny in his own right, and respectful of your space and body within the time that you’ve had the chance to really know him. Which is more then most could say while you’ve been on the run in the past, from authorities and the Winter Soldier alike. 

Most days the two of you wander the various streets of this large pleasant bustling city, watching for any signs of danger or an odd person out of place as you go about your day. Other times the two of you would go hiking to the outskirts of Bucharest where no one could be of a bother, there, the two of you would spar each other for hours. Gotta keep alert, he’d always say. 

When he did speak.

But the nights when the city was sleepy with brightly beaming stars blanketing overhead, now those became your absolute favorite. You and your new found companion would spend those hours playing cards against one another, lasting deep into the wee hours of the morning when the sun was just barely rising into the sky.

Although as of late, Bucky has begun to speak more and more to you, even just yesterday when you shit talked some cheap vendor who was being very persistent as he wanted you to buy his ugly scarves, Bucky cracked a smile. Maybe even stifled a laugh. If you weren’t so invested in messing with the annoying little man, you would have seen the way Bucky’s eyes trailed adoringly over your mischievous face.

Maybe you would have seen how the corners of his eyes crinkled with amusement as you flipped the guy off and practically swaggered away like the coolest person he’s ever met. Too bad you didn’t, but you would have loved to have seen it. Even for just a moment.

That’s what it’s been like recently between the two of you, small fleeting glances here and there, friendly nudges when you’re walking out in the park, and more time spent laying side by side with one another after an excessively intense workout session. Granted you’re sprawled out in the dirt and grass, sweaty and appearing like you just ran through a dust storm, but next to Bucky, things feel pleasantly different.

It’s strange, you can’t remember the last time you’ve actually felt comfortable around anyone since your mother, but that was a very long time ago. And she’s dead, and you’re not.

Unlocking the apartment door, you quickly turn the faded golden knob and walk into the dull sunlit room. The windows are covered in thin faded newspapers for the dying sunlight to struggle through, as this appears to be the only real source of efficient lightning since all lights are currently turned off. Though you can see well enough due to your body’s enhanced vision, small perks of the serums mutation that made you.

It’s almost 7pm on this cool breezy evening as you walk into Bucky’s apartment, shutting the door just as swiftly; letting your black cotton trench coat slip gracefully from off of your shoulders, you kick your boots off next before walking over to the kitchen and setting the coat on the back of the old wooden chair.

A tired sigh escapes from your parted lips as a sudden smirk begins to break out upon your sleepy face, “James.” You muse with a genuine smile as you turn to face your mattress for a bed, and the man sitting on it, “Nice to be greeted when I come back.”

He hands you an apologetic look before swiftly rising to his feet, “Just making sure you’re paying attention.” He quips with the flash of a grin, “You passed.”

“Alright smartass I brought you a sub from that little coffee place.” His cheeks dust pink as you hand him the sandwich from out of your bag, God he loves your accent, Bucky hands you a pursed lipped grin as you wink, “Just how you like it, old wet lettuce, a chunk of rat, and a moldy bun. Your favorite.”

He lets out a breathy snort as you practically swagger over to the fridge, opening it up to grab two beers before finding yourself a chair right across from him. “Here.” He quickly accepts your thoughtfully brewed offer of friendship, “Drink up Barnes it’s a new day tomorrow and we’re still kicking.”

He watches as you laugh before popping open the glass and taking a hearty chug, a small yet joyous grin pulling at the corner of your lips after you set it down again.

“To another day.” States Bucky before doing just the same.

Soon enough the two of you find yourselves seated comfortably on opposite sides of the old mattress with cards in each of your hands. A solid look of determination and fake suspicion on either of your faces as you stare each other down.

“Got any fives?” Asks Bucky with a raised brow as you simply roll your eyes, then biting your lip while you watch as he tucks a stray tuff of dark hair behind his ear.

“Fuck you.” Slips from your mouth as he bursts with the sweet sounds of laughter, his cards fall from his hands as you throw yours at his stupidly attractive yet winning face. Dammit you could have won.

“I can’t help that you’re a sore loser Y/N, I’m just that good.” Brags Bucky as you throw him a deadly glare.

“Whatever. It’s nearly 4am I’m off my game tonight.” You retort, shrugging as a yawn approaches right on cue.

Bucky glances at the wall clock before looking back at you, an tinge of disappointment lacing his soft voice, “Right. I’ll just head over to my spot then...”

Rolling your eyes yet again, you gently slap his folded thigh before he can attempt at leaving, “Awh come on Buck, you’re back has got to be shit by now. Let me sleep there tonight okay, it’s only fair.”

“Y/N I’m fine, seriously.” Admits Bucky kindly as he shows the flash of a smile, “Don’t worry about me. I’m good.”

Your teeth press firmly against your bottom lip as you think of how to thwart his stubborn mind, soon you look down to pick up some cards, “No, we gotta take turns. And don’t say “I’m good” because if you go over there I will have no choice but to fight you.” Words wrapped in sarcasm, you lay it on him, yet your face appears to flash with something different. 

“Fight me? You’d fight me for the shitty hard wooden floor?” Asks Bucky in bewilderment as you simply nod, agreeing to your last stated truth.

“See! You even admit it’s shitty.” You exclaim with a humored laugh while shaking the cards in his beautiful face. Y/N don’t you dare think about it, stop flirting idiot.

“Well...yeah.” Mutters Bucky as you both suddenly sit in an awkward silence, nothing heard except for the wind as it rattles against the old windowpane. You both are breathing a tad more heavily from the teasing argument a couple seconds ago, but now, some unseen yet intrusively felt emotion shifts the air. Is this what you think it is, or does your underlying feelings for him just like fucking with your better intuition.

Something is afoot, however your mind still doubts it. God he can be so hard to read sometimes.

Bucky’s blue irises flicker from you, to the floor-like-bed across the room and then back to you again, conflict clear in the way that his face shifts apprehensively, suddenly he moves to stand, “Wait.” You command with urgency, causing the man to stop dead in his tracks, curious eyes on you in a second.

Letting out a nervous breath, you decide to make sure he gets some proper rest for once, “Just sleep on the goddamn bed.” You deadpan as his face keeps unusually stoic, his body as still as a statue before without so much as a warning does he swiftly lean over and immediately crash his lips to yours.

Within seconds the cards are left for tomorrows cleanup as they flutter to the hard ground, completely forgotten as he presses a metal hand onto the bed for some stability while his lips move sweetly against your own, his flesh one positioned comfortably against your left jaw and partial cheek.

The shock you feel quickly gets shoved to the back of your mind as your hands immediately begin there exploration as they sift through his long dark hair. He tastes impeccably more delicious then you could have ever even imagined, not that you fantasized about tasting the Winter Soldier or anything, though maybe it popped into your mind as a harmless curiosity. Now however, you’re pleasantly satisfied to find out by the way his soft plush lips dance across your own; it’s enough to send your heart fluttering into a thousand excited butterflies, more like an avalanche for Bucky.

All too soon does be abruptly pull away to seat himself next to you while you begrudgingly retract your hands from exploring him further. His eyes quickly find the floor in embarrassment as you smile adoringly at him, “Sorry that was...”

“Fucking hot?” You muse as his flustered face immediately snaps over to yours, hope clear in his shimmering gaze and a tad bit of puzzlement. Guess he didn’t expect his little move of bravery to produce such an apparent positive reaction.

“Uh, well...that’s uh, good..” He mumbles while rubbing the back of his neck, eyeing shifting across the bare mattress before they slowly glance up to find yours once more. This time he hands you a shy nervous smile,”...can I kiss you again?” Wonders Bucky with the sweetest puppy dog eyes you have ever seen in your entire life.

Smirking mischievously, you gently caress the side of his cheek while he happily leans into it, “Bucky Barnes....you can do a lot more then just kiss me.” And with that said does your sweet man press his lips against yours, admittedly more hungry then the first.

He kisses you with such vigor and passion this time, becoming more bolder by the second as he gently tugs at the bottom of your shirt. Smiling against him, you quickly break from his charm to give him your approval, “Shirt comes off if yours does first.” You tease as he plants a chaste kiss to your cheek, then jaw.

Rolling his eyes while continuing to plant love marks around your neck, you take that as a positive sign to reach over and hastily remove his top, he then wastes no time in carefully slipping yours off as well, taking a second longer to unclasp your bra and fling it to the side. Problems for finding later. After the introductions are had, you both immediately take a long heavy moment to trail your eyes over every curve and blemish of each other’s body. You’ve never done this with him before, never even witnessed him without a shirt on, God is he ever more divine then you could have ever even imagined.

Trailing your eyes over ever muscle and crevice in the dull shadowed lighting of the room, your heart begins to sink with sadness and anger while you study the scarring on his left shoulder, the area between where metal meets flesh. Bucky watches as you frown before he takes your left hand in his, eyes softening while he holds it gently, “They hurt you like they hurt me.” He whispers.

Your eyes quickly flicker over to see his shadowed face, and the dark hair that frames it so perfectly, “They hurt everyone.” You whisper back as he brings your wrist up to his mouth, a second later be places the softest of kisses against your weathered skin, right where your tattoo is. The one you’ve had since you were eleven, the one Hydra gave you.

“Did they do this too?” He wonders, already knowing your answer as you slowly nod in silent reply; the black inked marking shows 00X13 as it sits horizontally against your wrist from where those bastards essentially branded you.

Frowning deeply at the black ink on your wrist, you take a slow breath as Bucky watches your every move, “I’ve tried to cut it off of me a couple times long ago.....but they did this to me before the second serum altered my body so that I could heal faster. I guess my body registers it as part of the skin now, but I’ve grown to live with it. It’s a reminder of my past and survival, I cannot stay angry with the dead forever.” You mutter thoughtfully, referencing to the former doctors and scientists who did this to you, understanding that those people are all dead now or incredibly old.

Bucky bows his head, dark hair tickling your hand and wrist as he holds it close to his stubbled face, brows furrowing you wonder what internal turmoil he may be processing, soon he rises his stormy ocean of blue to find your gaze, “I hate them. All of them.” He grumbles lowly, the icy dark storm clouding over in hidden rage that flashes within his eyes.

Not wanting to darken the blessed moment a second more, you push a piece of hair out of his eyes before placing a gentle kiss against his lips, pulling away he slightly follows, “It doesn’t matter now. We’re two lonely souls together in this fucked up world and I want you to make love to me.” A small grin replaces the once bitter frown as he leans in closer.

“Then I will.” Answers Bucky, his voice as soft and velvety as the most precious flowers, he soon moves forward to gently push you on to your back, stealing another kiss along the way while he hovers over your heated body.

His form is much broader then your own as he pins your vessel to the bed, hands drag lazily through his increasingly messy hair as you slowly part your legs for him to rest his clothed nether regions against your own equally as kept queen jewels. Now he lays flush against your clothed bodies, fitting perfectly like two golden pieces of a Kings prized puzzle.

The growing friction of his hardening member against your sensitive nerves is enough to make you growl in frustration from lack of satisfying contact. Tugging his head back from your lips, you smirk as he pouts, “I’m enjoying this Buck, I really am, but our pants gotta go.” He promptly breaks out into a knowing grin.

“I was thinking the exact same thing.” Muses Bucky in agreement as he leans back to give you some space for safely kicking off your pants and undies as he fumbles with his own from the spot next to your left. Naked and shining in all your magnificent glory, you watch in amusement as he struggles to shove down his jeans before a small giggle escapes your lips when he frustratingly throws them across the floor.

Knees guarding your hidden treasure below, you smirk while resting your arms against the bed, eyes flashing in entertained contentment as they glance up at him, “I’m not going anywhere, Buck.” You quip as he shakes his head in embarrassment.

“Yeah. Well...” He’s quickly interrupted as you pull him back down against your naked form, “oh, hi.” Whispers Bucky as his face keeps mere inches from your own, pieces of black hair tickling the sides of your face.

“Hi.” You mutter back with a shy smile before raising a brow and glancing downward for a brief moment, “Care to take those off?” You ask in referral to his underwear that’s still keeping it all in, his poor manhood that looks just about ready to rip through his boxers any second now.

Glancing down as well, he quickly smiles as a dust of pink coats his stubbled cheeks, “oh, right......just a moment.” His body leaves yours once again to kneel on the mattress as he almost trips out of them, you stare on in anticipated excitement as he swiftly pulls down his undies to reveal a very hard member indeed. He was packing this whole time!

Cheeks flushing pink once more, he gives you a shy nervous grin before placing his hands on either side of your closed legs. With pleading eyes of dashing cobalt, they flash a stormy sky of hunger and lust. Bucky draws his lips closer to your knee before suddenly placing a gentle kiss against your naked skin. “Is this okay?” He asks cautiously incase you might have changed your mind about everything, still completely uncertain if this is all some cruel dream and he’s about to wake up at any moment.

Parting your legs on your own accord, you smile fondly at him, “Of course. Now come here.” You beckon with a confident nod of your head, openly inviting him to join you now in the most intimate of ways.

Heeding to your pleasing command, the super soldier hovers over your naked body once again as you part your legs even wider for his wanting hardness that just barley brushes past your inner upper thigh, so close to your entrance. You could just about melt into a puddle of goo.

Your breaths are more heavy now as you both anticipate the sweet moment to come; both flesh and metal arm fall to either side of your face as his lips ghost over yours, breath hot against your smiling face, “I haven’t done this in awhile, I’ll admit. Sorry if I don’t do grea...”

Kissing him roughly, you shut him up real quick, “It’s fine. No judgment here, I promise.” You add honestly with another sweet kiss as you feel downward for his hardened cock, finding it rather quickly he hums in surprised delight as you grasp it before leading him to your slick entrance.

Once close enough to get there on his own will, do you smirk up at him with a face more valuable then all the diamonds in the whole entire world; your hands grasp either side of his biceps, as he studies your nodding face, “I’m ready.” And with that does his tip touch your fiery skin, slowly he pushes into you with a pleasurable groan escaping from his parted lips. 

Immediately do you gasp in surprise at his fullness graciously stretching your walls, “Did I hurt you?!” Worries your new lover as you wrap your legs around his hips before sending him a confident wink and a kiss for good measure.

“Nothing can hurt me.” You confirm with another heated kiss to his lips, soon you begin grinding into him the best you can manage as he starts moving pleasantly against your core. His strong hips pushing you back into the mattress in the absolutely best way possible.

Bucky soon finds an effective pace and with that begins thrusting into you harder now as he gains more and more confidence with your wanting body of pure flame and desire; only the delicious sounds of skin on skin contact making itself present in the tiny apartment, besides your labored breaths of intense love making.

Your mind is nothing but foggy mush as he pushes himself deeper and deeper into your slick entrance with each beautifully graceful stroke of his godlike hips. Soft moans and muffled grunts continue to leave his throat as he pumps in and out of you over and over again. Ugh, you could just about die happy.

Causing you to whimper in pleasure as the tiny growing coil inside you gets tighter and tighter with every new thrust to your center walls. His hard cock twitches against your sensitive nerves as his own orgasm begins reaching its inevitable climax, he’s so fucking close.

With a couple more powerful thrusts does he finally succumb to your glorious body and cum hard inside you, his voice gravely and deeply enthralling as he moans in pleasure of the golden release. Feeling his member twitch angrily from within is enough to send you over the edge with ecstasy, causing your walls to clench instinctively against his dexterously slick cock. Fuck he feels good.

More whimpers and moans fall helplessly off of your tongue as your fingers trail pink fiery lines across his glowing skin, he’s without a doubt just as sweaty as you are by this point, and all the more beautiful.

Kissing your lips hungrily, Bucky pounds relentlessly harder into you now as the two of you silently decide to continue on for a swiftly approaching round two. In no time he has the both of you cumming even harder and messier then the first, with moans and groans of plenty reverberating off the aged old walls of his tiny apartment.

Leaving your body a shaking and sweaty mess as he thrusts a couple last pumps into you for good measure, pink swollen lips not once leaving yours until at long last does he gently pull out for the first time in what seems like hours. Though you definitely weren’t complaining, both of you have a plethora of stamina to spare, though you did wear him out.

Falling into an exhausted heap of Bucky next to you on the messy bed, his chest quickly rises and falls with heavy breaths as your does the same. For a few long moments do the two of you keep silent, just the sounds of your heavy breathing the only thing of any significance in the darkly room lit room.

After giving yourself a couple minutes to cool down, Bucky blissfully chuckles, causing you to turn your head towards his beaming face as he stares up at the ceiling, “Something funny Barnes?” You muse in that gloriously prominent accent of yours that drives him wild. He turns his sweat covered head over to you, pieces of long hair sticking to the sides of his handsomely beaming face.

“Are we dead? This feels like a dream and I’m going to wake up alone any second now.” Mutters Bucky, eyes blinking in hopes this is real and true as life itself.

Laughing, you move from your back to lay flush against his left side while watching your every move, kissing his chest you hum, “Well, you’d have a real mess in the morning.”

Bucky immediately scrunches his nose up in slight disgust as you sling an arm over his bare chest, “Thank you for that image Y/N.” He retorts with a short burst of air leaving from his nostrils, indicating he did indeed find it rather amusing.

Kissing his cheek you shrug, “It’s not like your load isn’t still....in places, it’s sex Buck. It’s messy and beautiful and I’m glad I could do this with you. Seriously, I thought we’d never get here.”

Bucky’s face appears rather thoughtful for a long moment before he finally speaks, “I didn’t think you liked me like that.”

“What!?” You exclaim in bewilderment, causing him to snicker as you continue with your explanation, “Was I not obvious enough with the stolen glances and whatever else I could get away with? I was trying actually if you wanted to know....in my own way, but still.”

“I did try to kill you once.” Confirms Bucky as you lay comfortably against his metal arm, head resting on his upper chest while his eyes flicker back up to the ceiling.

Scoffing, you flick a piece of his hair, “I didn’t take it personally.”

Thinking for a moment, he finally looks down at you, “I’m glad you didn’t. And I’m glad that you found me.” Whispers your lover as he reveals the most dashing smile you’ve ever seen, while his flesh arm gently caresses down your shoulder in a blissfully comforting manner.

“Me too.” You add, pressing another soft kiss to his lips as you trail a finger down his side, “Now let’s take a shower......and probably change the sheets.”

“We don’t have sheets.”

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An annoying ray of golden sunlight shines brightly in your closed eyelids from a small tear in the middle of the window newspaper, as your senses slowly come back to the world. You squint before taking a deep breath and shifting your gaze to make a full circle of the room, since you do happen to be facing away from the wall.

Your eyes trail over to Bucky’s usual spot only to reveal absolutely nothing, your heart suddenly jumps in your chest as the pleasurable memories of last night come flooding into your head once again, and some of the leftover smells, you can thank those fucking scientist for that. 

That’s right, you think, you slept with Bucky, and he’s literally snoozing away right behind you.

Smiling into the morning sun, you quietly sit up before turning your head to look down at Bucky, his hair is an absolute adorable mess as it lays across his face in various dark strands. He’s currently shirtless with the exception of some sweatpants and the thin blanket he owns that’s positioned across his torso.

You’re clothed as well, deciding it best to be dressed and comfy after the heated shower session you two shared; oh to be back in that moment for another minute longer, how nice that would be.

Slipping away from your daydreaming of Bucky, your heart skips a beat as he stirs, soon enough does his beautiful blues open up to the world. Finding your adoring gaze, he rests a hand on your folded leg, “Mornin’ Y/N.” Mutters Bucky in that raspy early morning voice of his, the actual greeting sounding more like a toddler learning to speak for the fist time then anything truly coherent. Or like a drunken man.

Rubbing a hand through his dark locks, you smile lovingly down at his stubbly morning face as he closes his eyes yet again, showing pure bliss while your fingers run through his scalp. “Touch starved much?” You quip as he opens his eyes and yawns like that of a sleepy old bear, metal arm flashing a quick stray beam of light when he shifts.

“Maybe.” Teases Bucky as he silently beckons for you to lay down with him, heeding to this hopeful inquisition, you scoot yourself onto your side and graciously welcome as his flesh arm reaches over your torso to pull you in closer.

Noses mere inches from one another, you raise a brow as he stares lovingly into your eyes, “Cozy?”

Gently kissing your lips in reply, he pulls back to reveal a positive lazy grin, “I think so.” Jests Bucky as he pushes you onto your back so that he can sling an arm over your rib cage, essentially pinning you to the bed with no real intention of letting you go any time soon.

The both of you stay like that for a good couple of minutes, just enjoying each other’s company in the late morning sun before he finally decides to speak, “Was last night....uh, good?” Wonders Bucky in nervous apprehension as his head rests comfortably against yours.

Giving him a light peck, you grin, “The best I’ve ever had.” And you mean every single word.

He gently squeezes your side in reply before muttering, “You were great too.”

Lightly chuckling, your eyes squint as you smile brightly at him, “Well that’s good to know. Glad I hadn’t lost my incredible seduction skills.”

“Yeah, I was thoroughly seduced.” Quips Bucky as you snicker.

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Tagged: @minigranger @bibliophilewednesday @holyhumorliteraturelight @diegos-butt​

[yaimlight]

Rating : 18+

Summary : Bakugou, Todoroki and reader have a bit of fun whilst the boys are supposed to be on duty.

Series : Twos Company, Threes a Crowd

Cross post on AO3. Find me under LokiLover89

“Thank you!” The young girl called as she ran away back to her friends, waving enthusiastically as she went. Sighing Shoto offered her a small awkward wave in return, the action causing her group of friends to burst into giggles. “Fucking finally. I thought they would never leave” Katsuki grumbled next him and Shoto had to agree. He knew that a large chunk of hero work was interacting with the public and building their image but he really could do without the seemingly constant stream of people demanding photos and his attention, snapping image after image as if he didn’t have anything better to do with his time.

He and Katsuki had just spent the last twenty minutes with the group of girls that couldn’t be no more than a year or two younger than them, taking photo after photo with them in various poses and positions until they were satisfied. He was surprised Katsuki hadn’t snapped at them, demanding they get lost but after he tanked two points in the last hero ranking Shoto assumed he was probably trying to improve his image somewhat, though he may be regretting that decision now. Shoto had come close a couple of times though, growing impatient and wanting to just get on with his job. Not that there had been much of that to do tonight. All the villains and criminals seemingly deterred by the cold November night and the threat of snow that hung over the city.

Now the group of girls had moved on the street had fallen quite, not many people still out this close to midnight and that was how Shoto liked it. He was always suspicious of people wondering around in the middle of the night, especially now that most places were closing down. “Fuck its cold” Katsuki grumbled.

Shoto turned his head slightly to look at him, raising an eyebrow as the other man rubbed at his arms. He looked good in his winter costume, the fabric pulled tight across him and clinging to all his muscles. He had ditched the normal black and orange tank top in favour of a black long sleeved top. It still had the orange x across the chest but it now had two orange bands wrapped around his biceps that seemed to make the muscles look bigger. His collar was high, the black fabric covering the bottom half of his face so Shoto couldn’t see the permanent scowl of his plush lips.

“What?” Katsuki growled, turning to glare at Shoto. He had be caught starring and if it had been anyone else Shoto would feel embarrassed but this had happened enough times now that neither of them cared much and even if he did deny it Shoto knew Katsuki liked the attention. Shrugging slightly Shoto turned back, looking at the street ahead of them as they continued on their patrol. “I thought your new suit had heaters built in”. He knew it did, Y/N wouldn’t stop gushing about how warm he was and was constantly cuddling up to him. Not that Shoto was jealous or anything.

“Don’t change the fact it’s fucking cold” the blonde grumbled and Shoto’s lips quirked into a soft smile. Shoto didn’t mind the cold, being able to regulate his temperature with the different aspects of his quirk but Katsuki hatted it. He said it interfered with his quirk, the cold making it impossible for him to get the sweat he needed to use it and Shoto knew that much was true but it didn’t hide the fact that he would bury himself under a mounting of blankets at home, his scowling eyes and blonde spike sticking out. It was adorable but Shoto would never say that to the other man, not wanting to end up with an explosive hand in his face.

They walked in companionable silence for a while, both of them watching their surroundings. The streets were mostly empty though and the few people they did see were too preoccupied in their own lives to bother the heroes and that was fine. The rumble of traffic was low and as they turned the corner onto a new street the faint hum of idle chatter died off and they were plunged into almost silence.

Katsuki’s phone chimed loudly for what felt like the hundredth time this evening and Katsuki cursed, yanking the thing from one of his many pockets. He yanked a glove off, hissing as it was exposed to the cold air. Shoto continued on, expecting the other man to follow along behind him like he had done every other time this phone had gone off tonight but when Shoto couldn’t hear his steady footsteps any more he stopped, turning to find the other man a few steps behind. He was stood still, staring down at his phone and Shoto knew he was frowning just from furrow between his brows. “What’s wrong?” He called out, taking a step back towards Katsuki, concerned as to what had him suddenly stopping.

Shoto’s words seemed to jerk him back to reality, Katsuki’s head snapping up to look at him with wide eyes. He looked startled and Shoto could see a light blush just underneath his mask but it was hard to tell if it was from the text or the cold. “It’s nothing” he rushed out quickly. Shoto frowned, tipping his head slightly and his brow drawn down in confusion. It clearly wasn’t nothing if the other man was acting so cagey all of a sudden. Shoto hadn’t said anything every other time Katsuki had revived a message but this one felt different somehow and Shoto wanted to know why.

Katsuki seemed to regain his composure, shrugging his shoulders and turning his attention back to his phone. “Just Kirishima checking to make sure him and the shitty extras are still allowed over Friday” he said offhandedly, sending off a quick text before shoving his phone back into its designated pocket. Shoto highly doubted that was true but Katsuki didn’t have any reason to lie to him, yet it definitely felt like that was what was going on and he didn’t like it. “A little late for him isn’t it?” Shoto said, his tone questioning with a hint of suspicion. He knew for a fact that the redhead was on early shifts this week because he had swapped with Ochaco so she could go wedding dress shopping with Momo.

Katsuki must know he had been caught out in his odd little lie because he wouldn’t meet Shoto’s eyes. Instead he was scowling, eyes darting around his surroundings as if he was looking for something in particular. “Yeah. Look I’m fucking freezing my dick off here. I’m gonna go grab a hot drink from that shitty stand back there. You want anything?” Katsuki said gruffly, finally looking at Shoto with his normal perpetual glare. His red eyes were piercing and Shoto felt pinned beneath them.

Still confused Shoto shook his head, offering the other man a ‘no’ as answer. The blonde grumbled something under his breath but Shoto couldn’t work out what it was apart from the odd curse word. “Stay here” Katsuki yelled at him over his shoulder as he stomped back the way they had come, still grumbling about something under his breath. Shoto watched him go until he disappeared around the corner, leaving him alone on the quite street. Well that had been odd and sudden.

Sighing Shoto rubbed at his eyes. Katsuki had been acting odd all evening, almost texting constantly for the past hour. That in its self was strange, normally he would shut his phone onto silent and ignore it until patrol was over then proceed to bitch and moan about the amount of unanswered messages he had from his friends. There was only one person Shoto could think off who Katsuki would answer straight away but she was supposed to be knee deep in a new project at Takahashi Enterprises with Hatsume and she never normally bothered either of them when they were working anyway. It was the only thing Shoto could think of though and it stung a little that she would be so focused all her attention on Katsuki instead of engaging them both on their shared chat.

A small thud and the sound of glass rattling had Shoto’s head snapping to the side, his eyes narrowing as he looked down the alleyway he had stopped in front of. The street lights only just illuminated the mouth of the alley, maybe a few feet but after that it was just shadows. He waited, staring into the darkness, expecting something to come charging out at him but when nothing did Shoto shrugged, assuming it must have been just a stray cat or something.

Turning back round Shoto huffed, glaring in the direction Katsuki had gone. What was taking him so long? The stand was only about a minute or two back the way they had come and Katsuki should have been back by now, his large hands wrapped around a stupidly oversized cup of coffee and with a content smile of his face. If the coffee was good enough Shoto may even be able to convince Katsuki to share it, the blonde grumbling as he handed it over like he wasn’t smiling behind his collar.

A loud crash had Shoto whipping back round, everything on alert as he stared into the darkened alleyway. That sounded a lot bigger than a cat and Shoto wouldn’t be doing his job if he didn’t go and investigate. He should probably wait for Katsuki to get back but Shoto was confident enough that he would be able to handle himself for a minute or two. Tentatively he stepped forward, left hand raised and fire dancing to life in his palm. He kept his footsteps light as he slowly ventured further into the darkened alley, his eyes darting around as he looked for any sign of threat.

His fire provided sufficient enough light for him to see but the flickering flames made the shadows seem to almost dance, giving the appearance of someone moving around him. The alley was small, wedged between two tall buildings that seemed to be using it as a dumping ground and Shoto was having to carefully make his way round broken bottles and rubbish bins. There were no windows looking down into the alley, no cameras either that he could see unless they were high up on the walls but even then it was too dark for them to capture anything. It was a good spot for an ambush and he probably shouldn’t have come down here by himself.

He was just about to turn back when movement just on the edge of his ring of light caught his attention. That was defiantly something, a person shaped something. “Who’s there?” Shoto called out into the darkness, stopping where he was to search the shadows for any sign of movement. Silence greeted him, the air around him feeling incredibly still. Shoto’s skin was prickled the distinct feeling of being watched making him uncomfortable. He was far enough away from the main street now that Katsuki would not be able to easily hear him if he called out.

Suddenly a light flickered on toward the end of the alley and Shoto spun to face it, the flame in his hand growing. It looked to be some sort of security light but there was no door or anything that would warrant one being there. The space was empty the person who had set it off seeming to have melted into the shadows. Shoto got the distinct impression he was being toyed with and he didn’t like it. “Show yourself” he called, his voice tinged with anger as he took a few steps forward towards the pool of light.

He toyed with the idea of setting off a large spurt of fire, sending it hurtling into the darkness to flush out whoever was hiding but he couldn’t chance it. He didn’t know what kind of crap had been stored down here and didn’t want to start a building fire, nor did he want to potentially kill whoever was screwing with him. Maim maybe but kill, not so much.

The hairs of the back of his neck stood on end at the sound of gentle laughter behind him and Shot was turning quickly, arm raised and ready to blast someone in the face only to find no one there. His heart was racing, his eyes darting around the shadows that seemed to be getting darker, pushing in on him until everything outside of his ring of fire light was pure darkness. This was bad, very bad. Shouto couldn’t tell what way he had come from, couldn’t even see the night sky above him. He felt trapped, cut off from the possibility of help. All he could do was hope that Katsuki would activate Shoto’s tracker when he wasn’t where he had left him and come to his aid.

The air behind him shifted and Shoto held his breath as a hand curled around his shoulder. In one quick move he turned, knocking the hand away from him and shoving the person back with a shoulder to the chest, the person grunting in pain. He wrapped his ice coved hand around their neck and pushed them back, pinning them against the wall, his left hand level with their face and the ball of fire pulsing in his hand.

“Love it when you throw me around like that, gets me all tingly”. Shoto jerked back at the familiar voice, his grip on his attacker’s neck lessening. Suddenly the world around them shimmered and the shadows vanished, everything else coming back into focus with a jarring burst of colour. Y/N smiled up at him, head tipped to the side slightly and eyes sparkling with mischief. They were stood under the security light, Shoto practically plastered against her as he used his body to keep her pinned against the wall.

He quickly stepped back, flames dying and ice melting as he realised what he was doing. She lifted a delicate hand, rubbing gently at her neck and never taking her eyes off of him. Shoto ran a shaky hand through his hair, his body humming with adrenaline from the fight he had been expecting. It wasn’t the first time he had her pinned against a wall, his quirks bursting to life but that had been during sparring and she had been giving as good as she got not during some weird shadow attack thing.

Frowning Shoto turned his full attention back to the women, narrowing his eyes at her. “Was all that you?” It had too of been, it was the only explanation for it all suddenly stopping when she had made herself known. Her smile widened as she shrugged dismissively. “You looked bored so I thought I would bring you a little excitement. Get your blood pumping”. She dragged her eyes down his body as she spoke, biting down on her lip as he eyes lingered on his crotch.

Frowning Shoto crossed his arms over his chest. She was lucky he hadn’t seriously hurt her and sure he knew that she would heal but that wasn’t the point. He always hatted having to watch her grow he skin back afterwards, it always reminding him of how he had gotten his own scare and he really didn’t want to associate the women he loved with the horror of his childhood.

“I thought you were spending the night at Takahashi’s with Hatsume”. Shoto sounded a little angry as he spoke and he wasn’t sure at who. Angry with Y/N for being so carless with her own safety or at himself for not realising it was here sooner. Either way he was angry and he didn’t appreciate her toying with him like that. Sighing she tipped her head back, her smile shifting into something softer, “She said I was distracting her so she kicked me out for a bit and I haven’t seen you for a few days so I thought I would come say hi”. Her voice was just as soft as her smile and Shoto felt some of his anger fade.

“So hi” she said giving him a little wave and with that sweet little smile still on her bitten red lips. Sighing Shoto unfolded his arms letting them fall to his sides. “Hello” he said in return, his voice low and a little bit stiff but she didn’t seem to care, her smile getting that little bit wider as she let out a little laugh. “Was that all you wanted?” Shoto asked, eyeing her expectantly. As nice as it was to finally see her Shoto wasn’t so stupid to think that was the only reason she had trekked halfway across the city.

She let out a huff of laughter before giving him her best puppy dog eyes, pouting a little to help finish the look off. “Cold. Warm me up?” Shoto raised an eyebrow at her, shaking his head in exasperation. “If you dressed in weather appropriate clothing you wouldn’t get so cold” he reprimanded, his eyes darting over her as he finally took in her outfit.

She was dressed all in black, with a high waisted pleated skirt that came down to just above her knees, Katsuki’s black t-shirt with a skull printed on the front tucked into it and a black pair of sneakers on that came all the way up to her knees and laced up the front with bright white laces. She had a black leather biker jacket on with two pins on one of the lapels. One was of one of Katsuki’s gauntlets, a little explosion coming from it that looked like one of his fins and the other was of a flame and ice twisted together. She looked good, leant across the wall and smiling enticingly at him.

“I could but then I wouldn’t have an excuse to do this” she teased as she leant forward, hooking her thumbs in his belt and tugging him forward until they were pressed against one another again. Shoto went willingly, letting out a huff of laughter. “You need excuses now?” he asked, cupping her cheek with his left hand. Y/N hummed in answer, her eyes slipping closed as she nuzzled against his palm. He could feel her cold skin heat up under his hand as she absorbed his fire quirk, her skin flushing a light red as it spread out through her body.

Shoto placed his other hand against the wall next to her head and leant in slightly, unable to resist now he was so close to her. Her eyes fluttered open as his hand slid back into her hair. As he slowly leant forward Shoto kept his eyes open, watching as hers widened when she realised what he was going to do before they closed again, Y/N tipping her head up towards him.

His dry lips brushed gently across hers, his tongue darting out to tease at the crease of her lips, just pushing inside ever so slightly before he pulled back, smirking at her annoyed whine. He didn’t get far, her hands darting out to grab at the front of his costume and yank him back down to her. He let out a surprised umph as their lips collided, Shoto’s eyes slamming closed as her lips moved demandingly against his.

It got out of hand quickly, the hand that Shoto had been supporting himself against the wall with going down to her leg instead, dragging his hand along the back of her thigh to grip at her knee and hoist her leg up as he pushed tighter against her. Her hands slid up his chest so she could drape her arms over his shoulders, one of her hands sliding into his hair and curling around the back of his skull. The kiss its self was hard and demanding, their tongues battling for dominance as they tried to devour one another. Shoto hadn’t realised how much he wanted this, how much he had missed it until the moment their lips connected. It had been days and he felt like a starving man who had just been given a steak.

She nipped at his lip before soothing it with her tongue and Shoto moaned, grinding his half hard dick against her. They should stop, needed to stop before things went too far and he couldn’t. It was one thing to be caught making out down a dingy back alley but it would be something entirely different if they were caught having sex because that was where Shoto knew this would end if they didn’t stop in the next few seconds.

“What the actual fuck” came an angry call and they both stilled. With a sigh Shoto pulled back, just enough to rest his forehead against Y/Ns and turned to look at the angry blonde who was glaring at them, his collar folded down so you could see all his face. How had neither of them heard him approaching? “Knock it off” Katsuki growled, eyes narrowing and Y/N laughed, shoving at Shoto’s shoulders to get him to move, her out line seeming to shimmer slightly.

Scowling Shoto reluctantly stepped back, letting her leg go as he moved to the side. He slumped against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest and defiantly not pouting. Y/N stepped in between them, smiling widely as she spoke. “Shoto was just helping me warm up” she explained and Katsuki grunted. His eyes moved past Y/N and dragged over Shoto’s body, his red eyes narrowing when he saw that bulge in his jumpsuit. Shoto had to fight the shiver that wanted to run down his spine at having the other man’s eyes on him so intently.

“Is that what he was doing?” Shoto turned his head to the side, feeling the slight flush forming on his cheeks. Katsuki was teasing him, Shoto could hear it in his voice but it didn’t change the fact that he still felt like a school kid getting caught behind the bike shed by a teacher. Katsuki didn’t like it when he wasn’t included, Shoto had learnt that the hard way.

Katsuki stepped forward and Shoto’s head snapped back to him, watching as he crowded in close to Y/N a wicked smirk on his lips. “Maybe I should help with that” his voice was full of amusement as he took the final step forward into Y/Ns space. His hands darted out, grabbing at her arm and yanking her forward as he dived for her lips in what looked like a bruising kiss.

She let out a moan, her body arching into the blondes as he wrapped an arm around her waist, the other going to her hair. Shoto could do nothing more than watch as Katsuki dominated the kiss, their lips moving fast and hard against one another’s. He could feel his dick hardening, pressing against his zipper but he couldn’t help it. He had always found the two of them incredibly enticing and loved watching them together, almost as much as he liked Katsuki watching him and Y/N together.

His eyes darted down to Katsuki’s gloved hand as it slowly slid down Y/Ns back, gently brushing over her arse and sliding down her thigh. His fingers played with the edge of her skirt, twisting the fabric between his fingers before he slowly started to slide his hand back up, pushing the fabric up with him. Shoto let out a small moan as he exposed her arse to the cool air, his hand curling around her plump cheek and squeezing. Y/Ns moan had Shoto’s head snapping up, wanting to see the blissed out look that he knew would be on her face but what he found was Katsuki smirking at him, red eyes practically glowing.

“I think someone is feeling a little left out” He mumbled into Y/Ns neck, never taking his eyes off Shoto as placed a kiss under her jaw, nipping gently at it and dragging another small moan from her. Shoto barley had time to react as Katsuki stepped forward, pushing Y/N back until her back was pressed tight against Shoto’s chest. Out of habit Shot’s hands went to her waist, holding her still as her arse pushed against his hard dick. His head tipped forward as he let out a low groan, burying his face in her neck.

He lifted his head as Katsuki pushed forward, sandwiching the smaller women between the two of them, his smirk wide and hungry as he looked down at them. “Wouldn’t want you sulking now, would we?” Shoto scowled at him, wrapping his arms around Y/Ns waist and pulling her tighter against him. He hadn’t been sulking, just feeling a little left out.

Groaning Y/N tipped her head back, resting it on Shoto’s shoulder. ”Less talking more doing. Some of us have a time limit” she demanded, rolling her hips and making both men groan. It was an odd thing to say and Shoto was about to ask what she meant when Katsuki growled, a gloved hand slinging over Shoto’s to grip her hips. “So fucking needy” he growled, rolling his hips and pushing her back against Shoto. He let out a gasp, his grip on her hips tightening and holding her in place as her arse pushed flushed against his dick.

He watched as her lips spread in a smirk, her eyes finding Katsuki’s. She lifted one arm, her fingers slipping in to Shoto’s hair and tugging gently whilst the other curled around his thigh. “So why don’t you hurry up and come satisfy me” she challenged, lifting her head to look at his properly and sucking her bottom lip between her teeth. Katsuki snarled at the challenge, diving forward and kissing her hungrily.

Katsuki’s hands split, one staying on Y/Ns waist whilst the other slid back to curl around Shoto’s hip, gripping it tightly. Shoto gasped at the sudden contact, muffling the sound in her neck as his hips jerking forward to grind his hard dick against Y/Ns arse. She moaned in the kiss, her grip tightening in Shoto’s hair and he groaned loudly, placing hot and cold kisses along her neck and loving all the muffled sounds she was making that Katsuki was swallowing greedily.

This was wrong. They shouldn’t be doing this in such an open place. It didn’t matter that it was the middle of the night, someone could walk past and see them at any minute and they would all be done for because they were stood in the light and there would be no mistaking what pro heroes Ground Zero and IcyHot were doing to Noir. They would be able to see him grinding and groaning against her like a desperate slut and Katsuki dominating the both. The thought shouldn’t send pleasure zinging through his body, shouldn’t get his dick twitching but it did and Shoto found his mind fogging over with lust as he bit down on the sensitive skin behind Y/Ns ear.

She tore her head away from Katsuki, her head falling against Shoto’s shoulder as she gasped, eyes closed and cheeks nicely flushed. Shoto lifted his head just enough to smirk at Katsuki over her shoulder and slowly started to slide his hands up along her stomach, his long fingers tickling at her sides and causing her to squirm between them. He didn’t stop until he cupped his hands over her breasts, squeezing gently. He didn’t take his eyes off Katsuki as he kissed and nipped at her neck, deft fingers pinching at twisting at her hard nipples and causing Y/N to make these sweet little gasps and whimpers that they both loved so much.

Katsuki narrowed his eyes at him, folding his arms over his chest and Shoto instantly missed the weight of his hand on him, his grip tight and keeping Shoto pinned in place. “So that’s how you wonna playing huh bastard?” Katsuki growled and Shoto felt the shiver of excitement and anticipation that rolled down his back. Smirking he bit down hard causing Y/N to cry out loudly. There was no way people hadn’t heard that, the sound cutting sharply through the quite night air but none of them seemed to care much, Shoto enjoying the annoyed growl that Katsuki made.

“Fine” Katsuki snapped and Shoto only had enough time to lift his head before Katsuki was grabbing Y/Ns hips and spinning her. Shoto let out a hiss of pain as her hand was jerked from his hair and she let out a squeak of protest as she found her chest pressed against Shoto’s. Her hands fumbled, bracing herself against the wall so she didn’t smack her face into Shoto’s, his own going to her waist to help steady her. “What the actual fuck” she hissed, head turned to the side and glaring daggers.

Katsuki snarled, stepping in close and pressing his chest against her back. He leant forward, placing one hand in the wall next to Shoto’s face and gripping her chin with the other, turning her head back towards him just a little bit more. “Blame the half ‘n’ half bastard. He seems to think he has some sort of control over what’s happening here” Katsuki growled before he lent in and sealed his lips over hers in a quick but hard kiss. Y/N smirked turning her head to look at Shoto, her eyes dark and gleaming with lust and amusement. “How unfortunate for him”.

Shoto’s eyes widened, his mouth flapping like a fish as he tried to think of something to say but nothing was coming to mid. They were ganging up on him and Shoto didn’t quite know how to handle that. Y/N pushed her hands against his stomach, her fingers spread wide and dragging across his muscles as she slowly slid her hands up his chest, mimicking his movement from just moments ago.

Katsuki let go of her chin, his hand going back to Shoto’s hip, gripping it hard and keeping him pushed back against the wall. Both of them were smirking as Y/N lent up, her lips going to his neck. Groaning Shoto tipped his head back, giving her more room to run her hot lips across his cool skin. He could feel her smiling against him as she nipped at his throat, her hands squeezing at his pecs.

He was breathing heavily as she pulled back, just enough to get her hands between them and undo the metal clasp that held the two sides of his collar together. She tipped her head back, Katsuki nuzzling against her neck, his red eyes watching Shoto and smirking dangerously. Shoto let out a little whimper, feeling like prey caught in the other man’s gaze, like he was about to be devoured and he would welcome it with open arms and a desperate please tumbling from his lips.

Y/N lent forward her warm lips going to the newly exposed skin, biting and sucking along his collar bone. There would be marks left behind, proof of what they would do to him and Shoto loved it. Loved to see all the dark and angry marks in the mirror when he got dressed. Loved it when people would question what animal he had let maul him when he changed into his hero costume, always refusing to tell them anything but most of all he loved to push his fingers against the tender mark on those lonely night, having nothing but his own hand and half formed fantasy’s mixed with memories to get himself off.

Katsuki’s smirk got wider, his perfect white teeth flashing in the hazy yellow light and Shoto was reminded of a shark about to rip its prey apart. He shivered in anticipation, hips rolling forward as he tried to get some kind of friction on his neglected dick but Katsuki’s tight grip kept him firmly in place. Y/N laughed as he let out a pathetic whine, his hands gripping at her hips as he tried to pull her against him instead. She shifted slightly as she moved forward, sliding her thigh between his legs and ground against him.

Shoto was gone, hips rolling forward as he chased his own pleasure, his hands gripping at Y/Ns waist to keep her against him. He didn’t even feel Katsuki let go of him, not until he felt two gloved fingers gently rubbing at his lips. Shoto’s eyes fluttered open, completely unaware that he had even closed them and looked at the other man with hooded eyes. “Open up” he growled and Shoto obeyed without a second thought. Katsuki slid his fingers in, pushing down on Shoto’s teeth until he bit down on the fabric. He kept his jaw tightly closed, biting down hard on the sweet tasting finger tips as Katsuki pulled his hand back, tugging his hand free of the glove. As soon as he hand was free Y/N reached up, tugging the glove from his mouth.

“Good boy” she murmured, letting the glove fall to the floor and Shoto preened. She lent up, sealing her lips over his in a slow and gentle kiss, a complete contrast to the hard and fast roll of her hips as she worked her thigh against him. Shoto was moaning and gasping into the kiss, his hands sliding round to grab at her arse. The back of his hands dragged against Katsuki’s thighs, his knuckles brushing dangerously close to the other man’s dick and it took all his considerable self-restraint to not cup his hand over him and squeeze the sizeable length. They weren’t there yet and Shoto really didn’t want to ruin what was going on here.

Y/Ns hands were back on his chest, fingers playing with the zipper of his jumpsuit, her delicate fingers teasingly dipping under the fabric to brush against his over sensitive skin. He could feel Katsuki’s hand pushing between the two of them, his knuckles digging into Shoto as he squeezed at her breast and she moaned into his mouth. Shoto took the opportunity, pushing his tongue between her parted lips and rubbing it across hers.

Shoto’s eyes snapped open, jerking back from Y/N with a startled and choked off moan as Katsuki slid his hand down lower, the back of his hand pushing against Shoto’s dick as he worked his hand between them and slid his hands between her legs. She shifted back slightly, her head falling to rest on Shoto’s shoulder and hands gripping at the fabric of his suit. He watched with wide eyes as Katsuki pushed himself tight against her back, trapping Shoto’s hand against her arse with hips, his hard dick pushing against the swell of her arse and the back of Shoto’s fingers.

He could feel the other man’s fingers as they slid under the edge of her skirt, skimming across her thigh. She gasped against Shoto’s neck, her hot breath making his cold sling tingle as Katsuki slipped his fingers under her underwear and along her folds. The way they were with Y/N straddling his leg Shoto could feel every move of the other man’s hand. Could feel him gently dragging his fingers against her, Y/N letting out these sinful little whines against his neck. Shoto felt helpless, gripping tighter at her arse as she rolled her hips forward to get more but Katsuki just moved his fingers away, laughing darkly.

He lent in closer, mouth by her ear and eyes level with Shoto’s. They stared at one another, close enough that if he wanted Shoto could just lean forward and seal their lips together. Katsuki’s eyes flickered down to Shoto’s lips as he licked at his own and Shoto let out his own needy little whine. Smirking Katsuki turned his head, keeping his eyes on Shoto as he nipped at Y/Ns ear. “You know what I want”. His voice was low and rumbling, a teasing edge to it and Shoto could feel him just gently brushing his fingers against her.

Y/N let out a shaky breath and lifted her head. Her face was flushed, her lips bitten red and her eyes blown wide with lust. She looked beautiful and far enough gone that Shoto knew she would probably agree to anything right now to get some sort of relief. She licked at her lips and both men tracked the movement, entranced as a small smile pulled at her kiss swollen lips. “Please” she said, her voice low and breathless and the tension snapped.

Katsuki growled, his lips going to her neck as he pushed his fingers into her. Shoto pushed his lips hard against hers, only just managing to muffle the sound of her cry as Katsuki set as fast a rhythm as he could with Shoto’s leg in his way. She was gasping and moaning into the kiss, her hips rolling forward onto Katsuki’s fingers and pushing her thigh against Shoto’s dick. They both pulled away from his kiss gasping, Y/Ns head tipping back to rest against Katsuki’s shoulder.

Katsuki lifted his head to nuzzle behind Y/Ns ear and Shoto got a look at what the other man had been doing. The bite mark on her neck was large and angry looking, the clear indent of Katsuki’s teeth visible through the red and purple splotch where he had been sucking at it. The mark was low enough that her jacket would hide it and if it was anyone else the mark would be there for days for all to see but this was Y/N and Katsuki would be lucky if it was still there come morning.

“I though half ‘n’ half was supposed to be the perv but look at you, fucking dripping around my fingers” Katsuki growled, pushing his hips forward as she sunk onto his fingers and stopping her from being able to move. Shoto couldn’t feel Katsuki’s fingers moving any more but from the breathless gasp Y/N made Shoto knew he had to rubbing over her clit with his thumb.

“Stop teasing” she whined, turning her head to glare at the blonde as best as she could. Katsuki laughed lowly, his fingers shifting slightly and causing her breath to hitch. “I would but someone isn’t holding up their end of the deal”. Shoto frowned, confused as to what Katsuki was talking about. Oh. This had been planned, the two of them deciding how this was going to go before Shoto had even took his first steps in the alleyway. He didn’t know whether he should be angry or impressed.

Y/N rolled her eyes and pouted, clearly unimpressed she was being denied what she wanted. “Fine” she huffed turning her attention back to Shoto. He sucked in a breath as her hands dragged down his chest, her pout turning into a smirk. She made quick work of his belt, letting it fall to the floor with a thud before going back up for his zipper. As soon as her fingers curled around his zipper Katsuki started to move his fingers again, fucking them into her as fast and hard as he could. “Fuck” she moaned, her head tipping back and her hands stilling. “Not if you don’t get on with it” Katsuki teases, winking at Shoto as he nipped at the bite mark, making her moan once more.

Grumbling she yanked down the zipper of Shoto’s jumpsuit, her hands warm as she slid them under his suit. She pushed the two sides of fabric apart, her nails dragging along his muscles and causing him to hiss at the sudden sting of pain. Everywhere she was touching felt like electricity was dancing over his skin, sending sparks of arousal through him and he wanted more.

Katsuki stepped back slightly, tugging Y/N back with his free hand wrapped around her waist and putting some space between her and Shoto. He wasn’t proud of the noise he made, his hands gripping tight enough at her arse that his nails were digging in as he tried to keep the pressure on his dick. “Don’t worry love, I have something much better for you” she purred, leaning up to place a delicate kiss on his lips. Shoto’s eyes fluttered closed as he kissed her back, losing himself in the gentle movement of her lips and the little moans she was making, so much so that he barely noticed her hands sliding down his abs with intent.

Shoto’s eyes flew open, a loud moan tumbling over his parted lips as she plunged her hand into his underwear, wrapping it around his straining dick and pulling him free of his confines. Slowly she dragged her hand over him, rubbing her thumb over his leaking tip and smearing precum across his red and swollen head.

She was smirking at him, her chest heaving as Katsuki continued to work his fingers in and out of her, digging his knuckles into Shoto’s leg every time her pulled them out. Shoto stared down at her, wishing she was in her own hero uniform so he could actually see the swell of her breasts, watch as they rose and fell with every breath she took. He would be able to duck his head down and get his lips on the soft and unblemished skin, kissing and sucking his way across her chest and adding his own bite marks.

Y/Ns hand tightened around him as she focused her movements on the head, sliding it through her fingers and dragging them down his shaft. His moan was loud Y/Ns own mixing into it. Katsuki hooked his chin over her shoulder, dark eyes watching Shoto as his breathing picked up, mouth hanging open. “If you don’t shut your mouth I’ll take it as an invitation” Katsuki growled, eyes narrowing. Shoto tried, he really did. Licking at his dry lips before biting down on them, muffling his little gasps and moans but Y/N was good at turning him into a pathetic, desperate mess and it wasn’t long before his mouth was falling open again on a gasp as she twisted her hand on the down stroke, dragging her thump along the sensitive vein.

“I think he wants something” Y/N said breathlessly but still managing to sound teasing and Shoto wanted to tell her to shove off but it turned into a groan as she dug the thumb into his leaking slit. “It would be rude to refuse such a blatant invite” Katsuki mumbled, turning to kiss Y/N and all Shoto could do was watch as he pushed his tongue into her mouth, swallowing her moan as he twisted his fingers.

They broke apart, both of them breathing heavily and Y/N nipped hard at his lip. It was the first time since this had started that Shoto saw the other mans controlled exterior crack just a little, his eyes dark and hungry as he growled at her, the sound low and threatening. She whined as he slipped his fingers from her, Katsuki glaring down at her with a satisfied smirk. He lifted his glistening fingers to Shoto’s lips, both of them turning to watch him as he opened his mouth wider.

He eagerly sucked the two fingers into his mouth, moaning as his mouth was flooded with their mixed taste. “So fucking tight” Katsuki growled, spreading his fingers and pushing down on Shoto’s tongue. “Bet you would be a good little cock sucker”. Shoto hummed eagerly, nodding his head as best as he could and curled his tongue around his fingers, sucking hard. He had never sucked dick before, had never wanted to but Shoto knew that should Katsuki ever ask him to he would be on his knees in seconds.

Y/N leant forward, kissing up his neck and jaw, her hand slowing to just a gentle glide across his aching member. She placed a gentle kiss on the corner of Shoto’s stretched lips, her tongue flicking out to lick along where Katsuki’s fingers pressed in. Katsuki chuckled as he slipped his fingers free from Shoto’s lips only to push them into Y/Ns waiting mouth. “Don’t worry kitten, you always suck me best” Katsuki practically purred, red eyes watching intently and licking at his lips.

She locked eyes with Shoto, her lips spreading into a smirk around the other man’s fingers as she started to bob her head. She matched the movements of her hand to what she was doing with her mouth, her thump swiping over the head on every up stroke just like she would do with her tongue if her was buried in the warm, tight heat of her mouth.

Shoto tipped his head back, resting it against the wall as he panted. “Fuck” he hissed, his hips jerking forward into her hold. His hands slid down her arse, pushing up the fabric of her skirt so he could finally get his hands on her bare flesh, his nails digging into her cheeks. She moaned around the fingers, sinking her mouth down as far as it could go. Shoto knew the moment she swallowed, Katsuki hissing a quite ‘shit’ before quickly pulling his fingers free.

She licked at her lips, winking at Shoto as she slowed down her hand again. He groaned, the pressure that had been building slowly easing as her hand loosened and it became just a gently brush of her fingers against his shaft. She pushed up, pressing her chest against his as she slid her other hand into his hair, pushing his head down towards hers. “Can’t have you ruining our fun too soon” she whispered, lips brushing against his as she spoke.

Glaring Shoto thrust his hips forward, trying to get more friction but Y/N tightened her grip in his hair, yanking his head back and exposing his neck to her sharp teeth. She bit down hard, right by his adam’s apple and he cried out, eyes slamming closed. He felt her laugh against the saw spot, her lips brushing against it before she sucked it into her mouth. It was too high up and there would be no way he would be able to hide it when they got back to the office. People were going to know what he had been doing, would probably think Katsuki had put it there and that was one rumour they could do without at the moment.

Y/Ns hand started to move again, still slowly but her grip a little firmer. Shoto kept his eyes closed, losing himself to the feel of her hand working his dick and her warm lips leaving a trail of burning kisses along his cool skin, the grip on his hair keeping his head pulled back. Vaguely Shoto was aware of the sound of a belt being unclipped, a zipper being yanked down and Katsuki letting out a loan groan. There was the rustle of foil followed by a groaned out curse and Y/Ns soft laughter against his neck.

Large hands grabbed his, sliding them round to Y/Ns hips. Shoto opened his eyes, frowning at the other man but Katsuki just winked. “Hold her steady for me” he growled and Shoto swallowed, nodding his head slightly in understanding. Y/N whined against his neck as Katsuki grabbed her hips, pulling her bottom half back a little and kicked at the inside of her legs to get her to spread them a little more. One of Katsuki’s hands disappeared between them whilst he pressed the other one flat against the wall next to Shoto’s head, his muscles flexing as he steadied himself.

Katsuki was too close to Y/N for Shoto to see what he was doing but he knew the minute the other man pushed into her. She tensed against him, her open mouth pressing against his collar bone as she moaned, her hand stilling on his dick. Katsuki groaned as he pushed into her in one quick thrust, his head falling forward to rest against her shoulder. “Always so god damn tight” he groaned, his hand curling around Shoto’s on her hip. They stayed like that for a moment, everyone trying to calm their racing hearts.

Groaning Y/N shifted, her hand slipping from Shoto’s hair to brace herself against the wall. Shoto felt trapped between the two of them, their arms bracketing him and keeping him in place. “Move already” Y/N grumbled, pushing her hips back and causing Katsuki to let out a grunt, lifting his head to look at Shoto. “Hold on” he growled and Shoto tightened his hold on Y/Ns hips.

He watched as Katsuki slowly pulled back, his brows knitted in concentration, looking down to where they were joined and Shoto wished he could really see it to, wished he could watch the other man fuck into her properly. Y/N cried out when Katsuki slammed back in, her hips pushing hard against Shoto’s hands as Katsuki pushed her forward. He set a bruising pace, hips snapping into her hard and face, the two of them moaning. Y/N tightened her grip around Shoto’s dick as she moved her hand over him, her hand stroking down him every time Katsuki fucked into her.

It didn’t take long for Shoto to feel the muscles in his stomach twitching, heat pooling low in his belly as he raced towards his end but Y/N stopped, her hand gripping tight at the base of his dick to stop him from releasing. She did this twice more until Shoto was a pathetic desperate mess, his body vibrating with the need to cum. “Please, I need to cum” he begged Y/N, his voice rough and desperate. Katsuki was the one to answer him though, growling his words through gritted teeth as he continued to fuck into Y/N. “You can cum when she does you little slut”.

Y/N let out a breathless laughter and Shoto whined. He didn’t know if he could take much more of this teasing, being driven to the edge only to be denied relief. His eyes were starting to water and his dick was throbbing with the need to cum and it had been so long since he had felt her hands on him that he was surprised he had made it this far. Soft lips brushed gently across his and Shoto sighed, the tension easing in his shoulder as he kissed her back just as softly. “I need more” she whispered, nipping gently at his bottom lip. “Will you give it to me Sho?”

Groaning he nodded dumbly, staring down at her with longing. “She means use you’re fucking fingers dip shit” Katsuki snapped when Shoto didn’t move, grabbing tightly at his hand and moving it round to press against her pussy. “The quicker we get her to cum the sooner you can” Katsuki said, winking at Shoto before letting go of his hands. He gripped tightly at Y/Ns hair, yanking her head back and she gasped at the sudden action, her hand squeezing tightly at Shoto’s dick as she dragged her hand up.

Katsuki leaned in until his mouth was next to her ear, his hips stilling. “Beg for it” he growled, Y/N whimpering as he gripped her hair tighter. “Please give it to me” she gasped as she tried to roll her hips but they had a tight grip on her and she couldn’t get the movement she wanted. She let out an annoyed groan, her brow creasing as she frowned. “Please. It’s been so long and I want it so badly. Please let me have it, make me cum so hard they hear me screaming your names a block away”. Her voice was desperate as she begged, the sweet words tumbling over her lips and Shoto’s heart stuttered as his dick twitched.

They moved as one, Katsuki growling as he started to snap his hips into her fast and hard. At the same time Shoto ducked forward, sealing his lips over her neck as he slid his fingers down, rubbing hard at her clit. She cried out at their assault, her eyes squeezed shut and nails scratching along the stone. The sound of her cry was ringing in Shoto’s ears but he didn’t care, it was the best sound he had heard for days and he would still be hearing it ringing in his ears come morning. Her hand starting moving over his aching length again, her movements fast and uncoordinated and he moaned, biting down over the mark that Katsuki had already left behind.

He was speeding towards his climax quickly, all of them racing towards the finish but Y/N had to cum first. Shoto wouldn’t put it past Katsuki to punish him somehow if they didn’t get her off first, probably tie him to a chair and make him watch him reduce Y/N to mumbling mess. It wouldn’t be the first time he had done it and it probably wouldn’t be the last, the blonde liking the control it gave him too much. Shoto never complained though.

Taking a deep breath Shoto tried to concentrate, covering his fingers with ice as he pressed down against her sensitive clit. “Shoto!” She called out her rhythm stuttering and Shoto would swear that the alleyway seemed to shimmer for a second, the image destroying before snapping back into place. “Would you fucking focus” Katsuki growled, tugging at Y/Ns hair until she hissed. “I’m trying but it’s hard when you’re....ahhh” Y/Ns irritated words cut off into a cry as Katsuki slammed into her particularly hard, his smirk wide and dangerous.

Confused Shoto leant back against the wall, trying to figure out what they were talking about but all other thoughts left his mind as Y/N sealed her hand around his leaking head and squeezed. He moaned her name as she set up a fast pace, his head squeezing between her fingers only to be sucked back in. “You were saying” Katsuki teased, dragging his nose along her exposed neck before biting down in the same spot again. “Just hurry the fuck up. I can’t keep it up much longer”.

Shoto barley heard the other two bickering, his ears ringing as he tried to keep himself from exploding. Her hand was so warm and tight around him, squeezing and rubbing in all the right places to have his heart slamming against his chest and his body tingling. He could barely stay focused enough to remember to move his fingers, rubbing hard and fast against her. They were all breathing heavily, their moans mixing together. Shoto could feel the heat building, his stomach muscles tightening as he got closer to the edge. He had been on the edge for so long now that if Y/N didn’t stop he wasn’t going to be able to hold it back.

“Scream for use” Katsuki growled, yanking her hips back against him as she thrust forward and sank his teeth into her neck. Y/N didn’t disappoint, her eyes wide and mouth hanging open as she called out Katsuki’s name, her body going taught as she came. She looked beautiful, caught in rapture and it was enough to send Shoto tumbling after her. Shoto arched off the wall, his shoulders digging into the hard stone, moaning loudly and gripping tightly at her hip, his fingers stilling against her. His vision went white, his fingers tingling as release finally found him.

Pulling his hand away from her Shoto curled it around her hip, holding her tightly as Katsuki slammed into her, losing his rhythm as he chased his own release. Y/N moaned, panting as Katsuki thrust a couple more time’s before stilling, groaning loudly as he came. Shoto felt the heat of Katsuki’s palm sparking as well as heard the crackling and pop, the blondes’ fingers curling against the wall.

They stood there for a few moments, leaning against one another and trying to even out their breathing and calm their racing hearts. Katsuki slipped his hand from Y/Ns hair, his fingers gently rubbing at her scalp and she hummed in pleasure. Katsuki was the first to pull away, the muscles in his arm rippling as he pushed himself away from the wall and slipped out of Y/N. As soon as he was far enough back Katsuki yanked the condom off and chucked it away, wasting no time tucking himself back into his pants and righting his uniform.

With a sigh Y/N stepped back, Shoto’s hands slipping off of her as she moved and he instantly missed the closeness. He set to sorting himself out, tucking his now soft dick back into his pants and tugging the zip up. Shoto groaned as Y/N lifted her cum covers hand to her lips, sucking and licking every trace of him off of her, his spent dick giving a valiant twitch at the sight. “You are disgusting” Katsuki growled, watching her with a frown as he zipped his trousers up and fastened his belt. She moaned loud and exaggerated around her fingers and Shoto let out a snort of laughter as he finished doing up his jump suit.

She popped her fingers from her mouth, turning so she could look at Katsuki. “Would you rather I wiped it on your face” she said in all seriousness, smirking widely and raising an eyebrow at him. Trying not to laugh as the blondes eyes widened in surprise for a second before he went back to scowling at the women, Shoto bent down, retrieving his belt and Katsuki’s glove from the floor. “Try it and I will kill you” Katsuki growled, snatching his glove from Shoto’s outstretched hand.

Y/N rolled her eyes as she turned back to Shoto, taking his belt from him and leaning forward to loop it around his waist. “Enjoy yourself?” She asked smugly, looking up at him through her lashes as she clipped the belt in place. “I did, though I get the feeling I was missing something” Shoto looked down at her expectantly, a small smile on his lips. Smirking she stepped back, shrugging her shoulders and waving her hand dismissively. “I had to try out some new quirk related tech and we were horny, didn’t think you would mind coming along for the ride”. As she spoke the dark alleyway around them shimmered and then seemed to snap out of existence.

They were nowhere near as far away from the street as Shoto had believed and the security light they were under wasn’t the only one dotted along the walls. Oh god, they had been so loud, so brazen about what they had been doing and anyone could have heard them, seen them. What if someone had? They were going to be over all the papers and most definitely getting fired for having sex not only in public but on duty.

His panic must have shown on his face because Y/N was speaking again, smiling reassuringly at him. “We’ve been working with the hero Mirage to help keep her allusions up whilst distracted and you two are the best distraction out there to test it with. Don’t worry no one saw or heard anything other than an empty alley and a few stray cats”. Shoto felt the tension ease, relieved that no one had been able to see anything. That did explain some of the things the other two had been saying.

Growling Katsuki wrapped his arms around Y/Ns waist, the women laughing as he lifting her up of the floor. “You’re a pretty good distraction yourself” he growled, placing her back on the floor and pressed a kiss against her cheek. Frowning Shoto crossed his arms. “So you misused someone else’s quirk for your own entertainment” he chided. She was getting paid a lot of money to do this job and these heroes were trusting her to help develop items to further their carrier, not to go around finding all the different ways she can apply their quirks to their sex lives.

Katsuki looked up from where he had been nuzzling at Y/Ns neck, scoffing and rolling his eyes. Y/N raised a delicate eyebrow at him, crossing her arms over her chest. “I don’t remember you complaining when I had that vibration quirk for the night”. Katsuki laughed as Shoto felt himself blushing. That had been different. It belonged to a pervert who told her to make use of it and try it whilst having sex because it felt amazing. They had the guy’s permission and he had been right. It had felt really good with her two fingers shoved inside of him as she swallowed him down. He had cum in a matter of minutes and screaming so loud that Katsuki had heard him when he got out of the lift on their floor of the apartment building they lived in.

Knowing she had won the argument Y/N turned in Katsuki’s arms, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I better go, let you two hard working heroes get back to work” she said reluctantly, pushing up on her toes to places a quick kiss on Katsuki’s lips. He growled into it, pulling her closer against him and it soon became heated, Katsuki’s mouth hungrily devouring her. When they pulled away Katsuki looked smug, stepping out of her arms and spinning her round to face Shoto.

She licked at her lips, placing her hands on Shoto’s shoulders to steady herself as she pushed up. He met her half way, their kiss soft and gentle as he cupped her cheek. When he pulled away her eyes fluttered open slowly with a gentle sigh and Shoto wanted to spend the rest of the night kissing her, slow and softly, savouring the feel of her lips against his. “Text me when you get in?” she whispered and Shoto nodded not trusting his voice not to break if he opened his mouth.

She stepped back from his hold, trying to put some distance between the three of them. “Right. Okay. See you later” she said quickly turning and running from the alley. As she went her outline shimmered then suddenly they were looking at a smiling Kirishima, waving at them enthusiastically. Katsuki growled, taking a step forward. “I told you to knock that shit off” he yelled angrily after her but Y/N just laughed louder, disappearing around the corner still looking like the redhead.

“Something the matter” Shoto asked casually, eyeing the blonde out the corner of his eyes. Katsuki groaned in annoyance, shoving his gloved hands into his pockets and glaring at the floor as if it had offended him. “It’s what she was fucking doing when I found you” he grumbled as he started to make his way back to the street. Shoto’s eyes widened in shock, mind scrambling as he tried to process what the other man had said and stumbling after him. “She was shitty hair and had you looking like fucking Denki”. Shoto blinked once before he burst into laughter.

Katsuki’s shoulders tensed, his jaw clenching as he ground his teeth together. “It’s not fucking funny asshole” he yelled and Shoto had to bite down on his lip to stifle his laughter. No wonder he had looked so angry when he turned up. “I’m never unseeing that shit” he grumbled, looking down at the floor as they stepped out into the street. They both looked back down the way they had come earlier before turning and heading down the other way, starting their loop to take them back to the agency in silence.

It was a comfortable silence even if Katsuki was still sulking, though Shoto could sympathise. He would probably be acting the same way if he had walked round a corner to find Tenya and Izuku making out. He shivered at just the thought but that didn’t change the fact that Katsuki was seeing his two friends in just a few days and Shoto couldn’t wait to see the horror on Katsuki’s face when they undoubtedly did something to remind him of what he had seen tonight. He would have to make sure to have his phone on hand to capture the moment in glorious high definition.

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Confession.

Pairing- Park Jisung x reader

Genre- Fluff, Crack. best friends to lovers!au

Word count- 2.11k

Warning- kinda rushed and not proof read because I'm an idiot.

Summary- It's been established that Jisung cannot confess without blushing and looking away from your godly self.

You hate weekends, why? Because it takes years to come and just seconds to go, snatching away all the time for you to rest. 

You wake up with a groan, the sound of your phone ringing loud as a result of you forgetting to put it on mute last night. Your hands wander all over your side table, picking up the phone in your hand to cut the call and get back to sleep. It was Saturday for god's sake. 

You turn around, after tossing the phone somewhere on the bed, pillow kept in a tight embrace as you close your eyes for a second sleep, only for your phone to ring again. 

Whining at the ridiculously loud music, you pick up the call this time, wanting to get it over with, "Whoever the fuck is calling me this early, if you don't have anything important to say I'll chop you up and feed you to my-" "Good morning to you too" you hear a deep voice chuckle from the other side of the phone, making you sit up immediately, stopping the threat you'd started in your morning voice. 

"Oh Jisung, hey yeah good morning, I've totally not been woken up by you" you smile wide, having been lucky enough to hear your best friend's, or your crush's voice the first thing in the morning. 

You hear him let out a hearty laugh, making you pull the phone away slightly from your ears, still keeping it close enough to feel yourself get all warm on the inside because of his laughter. 

"Sorry, sorry" he said, calming himself as you wave your hands frantically, stupid move because he can't see you, you immediately wave him off, verbally this time. "It's fine, I had to get up from my slumber some time soon anyways" you reply, trying to rub the sleep away from your eyes. 

"So, why did you call me?" You ask the boy who went silent for a moment. Coming to a conclusion that 'Because i wanted to hear your voice' would be too cringe, he replied "Oh that, yeah like, Wanna, i mean-- if you're not busy this afternoon, we could go get lunch? Or coffee? If you're not busy though"

"Since when did you start caring if I'm busy or not?" you ask, tone suspicious, "Hey! What do you mean? I always asked you if you're busy or not!" he said, voice clearly portraying he's offended. "Last time, if I remember it right, you barged into my room after my mom let you in, said 'you busy? Of course you're not' and dragged me out to go bowling when you clearly knew that i delayed my submission by a day and i had time only till the next day to submit it unless i wanted my grades to be low" you answer. 

"Okay, see listen. Listen. I helped you complete the project later or not?" he inquired. "You spilled coffee on my starting page, then made me rearrange the entire project because your blind ass didn't see the page numbering i'd made at the top and mixed the entire thing." you reply with a sassy tone, laughing as you hear Jisung whine out a bunch of complaints. 

"That was one time" he growled, "Anyways, be ready by 2 I'll come pick you up." he sighed. 

"Okay! Where are we going?" you ask. "Chuck-E-Cheese" and with that, he cut the call, making you scoff. 

Who eats Chuck-E-Cheese for lunch? 

It's only when you checked the screen you realise it's almost 12, early right. You drag your body out of the bed, having less than two hours to get ready for a hangout with your best friend. 

By one you are done having your breakfast (brunch), taking a long shower and throwing out half of your closet to want to look presentable enough to show up in public, pulling your hair only to resort to wearing a baby pink oversized hoodie with a black knee slit skinny jeans. 

By one thirty, you are done putting on some light makeup, curling the ends of your hair, spraying on some perfume and by three forty five you were by the front porch, waiting there for Jisung. 

"Oh? Didn't actually expect you to be all ready and out" Jisung said, arriving not five minutes after your wait. "Why do you say that" you ask, walking up to him, "No you see, i thought i'd have to drag you out of bed like the last time" He laughed out, probably having flashbacks of when you tried putting up a protest by throwing punches all over. You shake your head. "For suspecting me and my responsible self, you're paying." 

The pair of you start walking, the place being not too far away, "Fine with me" He chuckled, throwing his hands around your shoulder, pulling you close, making you stumble. You let out a 'tsk' holding his hand that hung around your shoulder, continuing to walk close to each other, igniting small talks all throughout the walk. 

Upon reaching the entrance of the fast food joint, Jisung jogged first up to the door, holding it open for you. You throw your head back, laughing, looking at him with the 'oh so we're doing this now?' look, as you dramatically bow at him, stepping into the place that smelled of grease.

"I am such a gentleman" Jisung self compliments, making you chuckle and hit him softly on the shoulder. The two of you walk up to a free table, you set your sling bag on the chair beside yours as he keeps standing, "I'll go order, what do you want?" you ponder for a while, watching him pull out his wallet from the back pocket, "I'll just get some fries." you pull your lips into a straight line, looking at Jisung. 

"So double cheeseburger and an oreo shake, got it" he says, "Wait no, Sung I'm really not hungry" you protest, about to stand up from your seat, "I will force feed you if i have to" he narrowed his eyes at you, warning you.

You sigh, throwing your hands up as a sign of giving up, knowing he wasn't joking, "Good girl." he smiled at you and made his way up to the counter to place the order as you place your hands over your cheeks to calm down the heat, how does one look that fucking good in a plain black hoodie and jeans?

"Okay extremely random but, you look so comfortable and cuddle-able right now" Jisung said, sitting down in front of you after doing whatever he was supposed to do. You flinch at the sudden voice, immediately feeling your blood rush up to your cheeks, Jisung noticing it "Oh! Is my y/n blushing??" he asked in a stupidly high pitched voice, raising his eyebrows in a teasing manner, head slightly tilted towards the side. 

You choke on your own saliva at his sudden claiming, you shake your head frantically, "Who's blushing! It's just a little cold in here" you say, avoiding his eyes and keeping yourself busy with the string of your hoodie. 

'Okay why is it so hard to just say whatever i want to say to her. '

"Y/n" Jisung called out as you two waited for your food to arrive, you looked up from the milkshake bottle, eyes a little wide signaling him to keep going. "You see, i have something extremely important to tell you," he started, as you smile at him softly, patiently waiting, "Hm? I'm listening" 

You place both your hands on the table, slightly leaning your body forward to hear him clearer. "If i go back home without telling you this, Renjun will probably commit a murder" he murmured, more like to himself but you hear him clear as day. "So? What are you waiting for? Go ahead and tell me?"

Jisung cleared his throat, opening his mouth "I feel like i-" "Here's your two double cheeseburger! Enjoy your time at Chuck-E-Cheese!" the waiter cut him off, placing plates in front of your two as you send a friendly smile in his direction. 

You sit comfortably in your seat, looking back at Jisung once the waiter was out of sight. "You were saying? You feel like you..?"

"I feel like I'm going to absolutely love this burger" he said in an overly excited tone, his usually deep voice coming off high pitched. "That's what Renjun wanted you to tell me?" you look at the boy weird. 

"Well not really.." he said slowly. "Spit it out, Park, you seem like something's bothering you" you ask after biting out a small chunk out of the burger. 

"Okay. Okay. I got this. Yes, something is bothering me." you were about to speak up again, but he lifted his hand up, signaling you to just let him do the talking. 

"You are bothering me actually. In fact your very existence is bothering me. That's how I feel about you. Why does someone this perfect exist? It bothers me that you're so close to me yet I feel so empty because you aren't my girlfriend??-" he look up for the first time since he started blurting out his feelings,

"Also stop smiling at me like that, i won't be able to complete my sentence if you keep looking at me like that" he bit down on his bottom lips as you see hues of red taking its place on his cheeks. 

You laugh at him, but continue looking at him, "So like, what I'm trying to get at is that, after multiple curses thrown at me from the others I realized that I'm madly in love with you? And i thought that if i treated you like how i treat my dudes I'd feel better but nope, i just fell deeper because-Hey! I told you to stop looking at me like that!" Jisung whined as you broke into a fit of laughter. 

"Sorry, sorry" you raise your hands up in defeat, looking down at your half empty drink instead, feeling yourself grow hotter every passing second. 

"As I was saying, I like you. Scratch that, I love you. So will you.. You don't have to if you don't want to.. Will you be my girlfriend..?" he completed with his voice coming out strained from nervousness. 

You looked up at him once he was done, watching him scratch the back of his head had you smiling so wide, your cheeks had to have started to cramp. 

"Okay first of all. Of all places, you chose chuck-e-cheese to confess?" you laugh out again as Jisung started crouching in his seat, hiding his face in embarrassment. "It was an on spot planning. And you love the oreo shake here!" he reasoned as you dismissed him.

"Second of all, you're giving me THE look, how do you expect me to say no, idiot?" you retort, watching his eyes go as round as the yolk in sunny side up. "So.. That means?"

"Hey boyfriend" you smile wide at him, biting down your lips to stop yourself from squealing out. "Woah, that was easier than i thought." he says, face clearly portraying that he was shocked but ended up smiling wide at the name you called him. 

"Boyfriend.." he muttered, picking up his now cold burger as the two of you kept talking for the entirety of the lunch. 

The walk home was the best, cheesy even from how clingy the two of you were, but it was cute. Hand in hand as you joked about how you in reality were just showing sympathy by accepting his confession because he was your best friend making him whine harder than he already was. 

Reaching up your doorsteps with walk filled with your constant taunt thrown at Jisung "Come here you!" he pulled you into an embrace, catching you off guard, resulting in you stiffening against his chest, soon melting down at the warmth of his body. 

You try pulling away to look at him, but he held you tighter, "No wait, don't pull away just yet", you smile wide, face pressed on his chest, as your hands wrapped around his torso tighter, the same way he had around you. 

Jisung pulls away this time, cupping your cheeks as you look down, avoiding his teasing gaze as the crimson at the top of your ears becomes a little more evident. 

"You're cute" he said, pulling you back against his body as you mumble out a muffled thank you. 

"you might be cute, I'm cuter though." he quickly added, placing his chin on top of your head. You open your mouth to speak,

"What a great boyfriend I've got" 

[exploring-in-space]

Aching to Come Home

Robron Week 2020 Day 3: Criminal 

Summary: After getting out of prison himself, Aaron meets Robert through a prison penpalship.  

Note: This is a little bit of a cheat, but I think it still kinda counts haha also this is 100% a real thing, I spent a good chunk of time scrolling through a website about inmates wanting to start a correspondence!

Word count: 4300

In the end, it’s Aaron’s counselor who encourages him to start a pen pal correspondence with someone currently incarcerated. Aaron has just recently been released after spending a year long stretch for GBH, and he’s been seeing his counselor to transition from being in prison into society.

Aaron had heard of people striking up friendships and even relationships through prison pen pals. It was all a bit crazy if you asked Aaron. Still, one particularly bad day, Aaron sits himself down and scrolls the website his counselor gave him. Some are explicit in their desire to have more than friendship, making Aaron exit out of their bio pages quick enough. 

Around the time Aaron is about to give up and tell his counselor to do one, he stumbles on a bio page unlike any of the other bios.

The man honestly looks like one of those white collar criminals that Aaron always hated. Especially given the fact his occupation before was an estate manager. But as he reads through the bio, he’s shocked to read that this man, Robert, is carrying out a life sentence. It’s not like other profiles were shy about stating the reason for being incarcerated (in fact, Aaron had quickly learned that some people are actively attracted to people depending on their crime…). 

It’s just...this man doesn’t look like a killer. The picture chosen for the bio is not the typical kind of picture that others had posted. Most were pictures of them in the prison yard, or pictures from before prison. Robert’s wasn’t like that. In fact, Aaron couldn’t even tell if it was taken while he was in prison or if it was a pre-prison photo. 

Aaron’s curiosity is too great and it compels him to grab a sheet of paper and start writing. He introduces himself and tells Robert he’s writing because he just got out of prison himself. He doesn’t know how much to put in the letter - Aaron doesn’t necessarily want to spill his guts to a total stranger, but he does share his age and why he’d been sent down. The letter looks sloppy with Aaron’s scrawl and he’s ready to just toss it in the bin and call this whole idea stupid and pointless. 

But he glances at the site again, and looks at Robert’s picture. He doesn’t know how to explain it, but the piercing gaze of Robert’s eyes somehow convinces him to just send the silly letter.

So he does. Posts it on a Friday evening and Aaron proceeds to get hammered that night, trying to erase the embarrassment he feels at doing something so out of character. Monday morning, he meets with his counselor for his biweekly session. Tells her about the letter he sent and they talk about it for a while.

“What do you hope will come from this?” She asks, crossing her legs and sitting up to take a good look at Aaron’s reaction. He shrugs and picks at his fingernails to ease his nerves.

 “Dunno.” Aaron finally answers with a sigh. 

She looks at him thoughtfully before carefully uncrossing her legs and leaning forward. “I think you do.”

Aaron doesn’t say anything and she doesn’t press him any further. Lets the statement lie between them, and it works. He thinks about the letter for the rest of the day and well into the week. The picture of Robert’s face burned into his mind. 

The rest of the week has Aaron working at the garage. Cain had offered his old job back when Aaron had gotten out and while it took a few days of Aaron debating it, he finally accepted the offer. It’s good to get under the bonnet of different cars. It allows him to not dwell on the letter he sent.

Weeks pass and Aaron doesn’t get a letter back. He stupidly checks the post everyday and gets disappointed every time there’s nothing. He’s not sure why he’s so disappointed. Maybe because deep down, Aaron knows the reason for sending the letter was because he wished someone had reached out to him while he was inside. 

It’s around the time Aaron has given up on the idea that Robert would reply that he finally receives it. The front of the envelope shows a neatly written penmanship, the opposite of Aaron’s. Heart racing, Aaron tears the envelope to read the letter.

It’s short, but Robert thanks Aaron for the letter and tells him he hopes they can continue to send letters to one another. He asks Aaron a few questions about himself and offers that he’s from Hotten. It’s an unbelievable coincidence and it makes Aaron wonder if this was fate. He shakes the thought away, the idea too ludicrous to entertain. But he immediately responds to Robert’s letter, eager to share that he’s from Emmerdale.

After the initial lag in response time, Robert starts replying to the letters much more quickly. They can manage to get letters from one another in about two days’ time and Aaron starts to learn about Robert. They touch on some of the things on Robert’s profile: the fact he’s taking classes to get a degree inside, the son he has named Seb, his family that still live in Hotten. And things not part of his bio: the fact he’s bisexual, the worry that he’ll most likely die in prison. It’s incredibly intimate and personal and makes Aaron want to share his own secrets to him.

Aaron doesn’t ask about the reason for Robert’s incarceration - he doesn’t want Robert to feel as though that is his defining characterization. Aaron is of course still curious, and wants to know. But he also respects that part of Robert that remains private, they still don’t know each other that well, despite some of the secrets they divulge to one another. It’s after two months of steady letter sharing before Robert offers it to Aaron unprompted.

I killed a man because he raped my sister. I hit him with a shovel and he later died from it. I don’t regret doing it, I know if given another chance, I’d hit him again. But I never meant for him to die. I pled guilty before he died, hoping that showing guilt would mean a shorter sentence. I hope you don’t think I’m a monster. But I figured it was time you knew.

It’s concise, and it doesn’t beat around the bush. He lays it bare for Aaron to either accept or not. He thinks about Gordon...about Liv. And he knows he would have done something similar if Gordon had even thought about laying a finger on Liv. 

The frank honesty makes Aaron want to return the favor. He quickly pulls some paper and writes about Gordon. It’s emotionally wrenching to write about it. Yes, he’s talked about it, and yes he’s testified about it before a court. But to actually write the words? It’s harder than Aaron could imagine. But he does it, and he sends the letter to Robert, more nervous than when he sent that first letter.

Robert's response comes the usual two days later. Nerves fill Aaron as he opens the envelope, afraid of the disgust, or even worse, the pity. But what's in the letter is neither, much to Aaron's surprise. 

Thank you for telling me about your dad. You’re braver than I could ever be. Aaron smiles at the words, at the loopy letters of Robert’s handwriting. He talks a little about prison life and answers some of the questions that Aaron had asked in his last letter. But then, there at the end of the letter, written in smaller letters than the rest of the letter:

I want to hear your voice. Can we arrange for me to call you one of these days? 

Aaron had never considered them speaking on the phone. Perhaps because it would make this relationship a little more real. He's successfully compartmentalized his letters to Robert and the rest of his life. He knows it's unfair, Robert has nothing else besides prison. Robert has never even asked for a photo of Aaron. 

He’s given vague descriptions of himself, like about the time he had gotten a haircut and the barber butchered his fluff at the top of his head. But he knows that’s probably the extent of Aaron offering his personal appearance to Robert. At least Aaron can sometimes go onto that website and gaze at Robert’s face.

You’re braver than I could ever be. Aaron wonders how true that is when he’s hesitating so much to reply and accept Robert’s offer to speak on the phone. But he worries that maybe this correspondence is getting too serious, that Aaron could cross a line he once scoffed at. He likes Robert, quite a bit to be honest. He’s afraid if he accepts and speaks to Robert, it might awaken something Aaron’s kept buried for the past couple of weeks.

Despite all these fears, he still writes his mobile number in his next letter. They arrange for Robert to call Aaron on a Thursday evening, after he’s had his tea and Robert is free to make his call. He sits at his table, squirming and feeling excited and nervous at the same time.

When his phone finally rings, he scrambles to answer the phone, his heart hammering. “Robert?” Aaron asks when he picks the phone up, nerves coiling in his stomach.

“Aaron?” A breath Aaron had been holding exhales when he hears Robert’s voice. It’s soft yet rich. Its timbre sends a small shiver down Aaron’s spine. His voice sounds like it was made to say Aaron’s name.

“Hiya.” Aaron finally says when he realizes it’s been silent on both ends.

“It’s good to hear your voice finally.” Robert confesses softly, and Aaron doesn’t think he’s ever going to tire of this voice. He wonders why he even hesitated for them to speak on the phone.

“Yeah. Yeah, you too.” 

It’s silent again, both of them missing their turn to speak, and Aaron starts to worry that maybe this was a mistake. That they should have just stuck to writing letters.

“So...ah, how are you?” Robert finally asks, and it’s tinged with awkwardness. They’ve traded secrets with one another and now they’re struggling to hold a real conversation. Tension that had been tightening in Aaron’s chest eases and he just laughs at the absurdity of it all. It’s infectious enough to cause Robert to laugh alongside Aaron. It becomes less awkward after their laugh and they pick up right where they left off in their letters.

The hour Robert gets is gone faster than Aaron wants it to be. He doesn’t want to hang up, instead, he wants to talk to Robert until his voice gives out. But he knows how other prisoners get when it’s their turn, so they both reluctantly start to say their good-byes. 

“We should make this a regular thing, us chattin’.” Robert suggests. Aaron pauses slightly to consider it, but it has Robert quickly adding, “Along with our letters.”

“Yeah. I’d like that.” Aaron agrees with a smile that hadn’t left his face since they’ve started talking. They waffle about for a few more minutes, still not hanging up, before Aaron hears commotion on Robert’s end and the phone call abruptly ends.

*

Not that Aaron would admit it - he’s not that soft - but letters and phone calls from Robert start to become the best part of Aaron’s life. The little tidbits he gets to share with Robert and the fact he understands the fears Robert has while being in prison are some of the truest moments Aaron has ever been.

Chas comments on Aaron’s improved mood one day, cornering him in the back of the pub.

“What’s his name?” She prompts.

“You what?”

“The bloke that’s making you smile. C’mon Aaron…” She whines, and clasps her hands in a pleading manner.

“There’s no bloke.” Aaron lies, but his mind invariably wanders to the latest letter Robert had sent that sits on his table. She just rolls her eyes and shakes her head, muttering something about how Aaron never tells her anything and he just huffs a small smile. A secret smile. Reserved only for Robert, despite him never seeing it on Aaron’s face.

It goes like that for months, Aaron learns more about Robert’s family, who he rarely sees because Robert doesn’t want them to feel guilty about the fact he’s in prison, about Seb who is growing bigger every time Robert sees him and how Robert worries how unfair it is for a child to see his father in prison. Robert becomes a person who Aaron knows intimately, more than several exes he’s had before. It should scare him, this feeling of affection for a man he’s not properly met. But it doesn’t, he allows himself to feel this flick of happiness through the most unconventional way.

Until one day, Robert is asking whether Aaron would like to have visiting orders.

The question freaks him out. Not because he doesn’t want to meet Robert in person - quite the contrary - but because of the trauma he faced when he was in prison. The memories of Jason and his gang still haunt him months after being released. Robert’s question stuns Aaron and he ends up not responding to it.  Days dissolve into weeks and guilt becomes the reason Aaron doesn’t pick up his pen to respond.

Robert calls one evening, and Aaron lets it go to voicemail, shame blooming into his chest. He watches his phone ring and sees when the voicemail notification pops up.

“Hiya Aaron. Hope you’re okay. I haven’t heard from you. I hope I didn’t freak you out with my offer. We can forget about it if you want. I’m sorry.” Robert’s voice is sad, and Aaron’s guilt is all the worse. He’s made that beautiful voice sad.

Aaron lets the guilt fester for a few more days before he finally picks up his pen and finally writes to Robert. He wants to tell him the reasons why he hadn’t responded, why he sometimes falls asleep to Robert’s name on his lips. But instead, he just accepts Robert’s offer for visiting orders. 

He has continued his biweekly visits to his counselor, and he tells her about the visiting orders. The visiting orders that now sit on his table, coming a week after Aaron accepted Robert’s offer.

“Are you excited to meet him in person?” She asks curiously.

“I think I love him.” Aaron confesses to her, wringing his hands, wanting to dig his fingernails into his skin and draw blood. 

She doesn’t say anything at first, “Do you think he feels the same way?”

Aaron looks at her, and there’s no judgement on her face. It’s what he’s always appreciated about her, the professionalism of masking her emotions. He thinks of the letters, how each one seems longer than the last one, the phone calls where Robert sounds so animated talking to Aaron and the reluctance to hang up, and the sadness of his voice when Aaron didn’t pick up.

“I don’t know.” Aaron replies honestly. 

*

The day Aaron is off to the Isle of Wight, Chas stops him. “Where are ya going?” She asks, eyeing Aaron’s overnight bag with barely concealed curiosity.

“Meeting some mates, that a problem?” Aaron snipes back. He’s still not told her about Robert, thinks she’ll disapprove and throw a fit. To be honest, he’s not really confided to anyone about him and Robert. If Adam had still been around, then maybe he’d know. But it’s a secret that Aaron wants to keep to himself because the last thing he wants is to share Robert with anyone. 

“Fine, keep your secrets. But I’ll get it out of you one of these days!” Chas says with a harmless pout.

“Not likely.” Aaron replies, hoisting his overnight back over his shoulder and leaving before Chas can ask him any more questions.

He takes a plane down to the Isle of Wight. The flight is relatively quick, but he couldn’t justify driving the six hours. It gives him a short time to reflect on the path his life has taken. He once thought it was mad that people could fall in love with convicts, maintain actual relationships. And now here he is, six months after he posted his first letter, on a flight to meet someone who clearly means so much to him.

Nerves prickle at Aaron’s skin when he finally is admitted into the visitor’s room. He’s been on the other side of the table so many times, and it of course reminds him of all the bad memories that made Aaron turn to a counselor in the first place. But he tries to put on a brave face, and awaits Robert’s arrival in the uncomfortable chair.

It takes a few moments before prisoners start filtering into the visitor’s room. A few people have come out before Aaron shoots up from his chair when he sees someone who resembles Robert’s photo. His hair isn’t styled in a quaff like the picture, instead it falls a little flat. He wears the prison issued clothes and he looks older and more tired than he did in that fresh photo. But he’s still the most fit person Aaron has ever clapped eyes on.

“Aaron?” Robert asks hesitatingly, standing before Aaron. He's taller than Aaron expected him to be.

“Yeah. Hiya, Robert.” 

A sigh escapes Robert, almost in relief or happiness. He grins and actually pulls Aaron into a hug, something Aaron had not been expecting.

“It’s nice to finally put a face to you.” Robert says when he pulls away. “You’re not what I was expecting, to be honest.”

“Disappointed?”

Robert’s eyes drag up and down Aaron’s body in a blatant way that makes the hair on the back of Aaron’s neck stand. Finally his face erupts into an arrogant smirk, “Not at all.”

Aaron flushes red, but takes the flirtiness in stride. They sit down and ease into a harmless conversation. Robert asks Aaron about his trip down, and then it morphs into less small talk and more of their usual banter and conversation.

At one point, Robert laughs at something Aaron says and reaches out to touch Aaron’s hand. Aaron immediately retracts his hands away from Robert, not wanting him to touch him. Robert’s smile drops instantly, a frown replaces it. 

“Have I misunderstood us?” He asks quietly, the hurt palpable when all Aaron wants is to touch Robert’s face. The question, though tinged with sadness, dispels Aaron’s initial misgivings before coming down here: Robert sees something between them.

“No, not at all.” Aaron quickly reassures, placing his hands back on the table as a show of goodwill. Aaron hesitates, but eventually tells Robert about Jason. How he was relentless in hounding Aaron, somehow sussing out Aaron was gay, and the torment he faced in the year he was in prison. “I don’t want to give you any hassle.” Aaron finishes with a mumble.

Robert reaches out again and gives Aaron’s hand a squeeze, and this time Aaron doesn’t pull away. “Aaron. I’m in here for murder. Do you think I care what other people think of me?”

Aaron chews at his lip, looking at their linked hands with a sort of fascination. Eventually though, Robert does pull away, before any notices. Robert could talk a big talk, but the fact of the matter was, they both know they need to be careful.

When the guards give a five minute warning, Robert looks forlornly at Aaron, “I want to see you again.”

“I’m here for the weekend, can come back tomorrow, if you want.” Aaron tries to say nonchalantly, but he knows Robert sees right through him. 

He smiles and inches his fingers to Aaron, but doesn’t dare to touch him. “I'd like that.”

Aaron visits again the next day, but the visit only serves to confirm Aaron’s fears: he wants more. The phone calls, the letters, the short hourly visits, it’s not enough. He’s promising to visit Robert in two months' time, but it’s not a promise that warms Aaron. He wants to see Robert everyday, lay next to him, trace his face, tell him his deepest secrets and fears, wake up to seeing a disheveled and rumpled Robert. He wants it all. 

*

Life starts to revolve entirely on Robert after that visit. They speak almost daily on the phone, letters still being sent, and Aaron has made it part of his routine to go down to the Isle every other month. They have fights, of course they do. Robert thinks he’s being unfair to Aaron, making him ‘waste’ his life away on someone who might never get out. But if there’s one thing Aaron would admit about himself, it’s that he’s loyal to a fault.

Still, when about a year passes after Aaron first visits, his optimism starts to take a slight toll.  How can he keep this up for another twelve years? Aaron wants more. Needs more. Hour long phone calls, letters, and the times he can get down to the Isle...it’s not enough. It can never be enough. Aaron is in love with Robert, but he’s not so much as even kissed him. The hugs they give each other when Aaron visits last a bit too long, but neither of them care. Aaron can’t even write the depth of his feelings to Robert, for fear the letter falls into the wrong hands.

He sometimes feels like a fool for ever penning that first letter. But how can he truly believe that? Meeting Robert, no matter the limited capacity it's been, has been the best thing that has ever happened to Aaron. But Aaron isn’t a patient person, and twelve more years of longing and wanting the impossible dismays him.

When Robert calls that evening, Aaron tells him as much. “I can’t keep this up, I want more.” Aaron whispers it. He knows the phone lines are tapped and he worries confessing this.

“I know.” Robert replies, voice just as soft. “But I’m appealing my sentence. My barrister thinks I can be out soon. They’re confident the appeal will come good.”

Soon. The word holds so much promise but so much ambiguity at the same time. Still, it may be enough for Aaron to hold on. “And then what?”

“Then...maybe, we can give this a proper go, if you want.” 

“Then you come home, to me.” Aaron agrees, clutching at his phone uncaring about anyone who might be listening. 

“To you.” Robert agrees faintly. 

Aaron breathes out a sigh and he’s never felt more in love. It’s probably mad to even try to consider the possibility that Robert can get out early. But hope is a foolish man’s salvation, and Aaron has never considered himself smart. 

*

In the end, it takes another year of fighting appeals and convincing a judge that the initial sentencing was too severe when it was involuntary manslaughter. But Aaron is next to Robert the entire time, supporting him through their letters and the visits down to the Isle. Their phone calls start to become less frequent as Robert speaks to his barrister

The year is filled with Aaron meeting Robert's family in Hoften, shyly introducing himself as Robert's boyfriend. Robert's sister, Vic, welcomes and cries when Aaron explains how the two of them met. He takes to Vic instantly, and he understands better why Robert did what he did. He gets to meet Seb, who is every inch Robert’s son. 

But most of all, he gets to tell Robert he loves him in their own language. They’re both careful, but their love for each other is evident in every word in their letters, and the knowing looks and smiles they share when they get to visit in person.

The day Robert is finally released, Aaron stands in the front of the little welcome party that has congregated for Robert’s release. He’s holding five year old Seb’s hand with Diane and Vic standing behind them. Aaron’s heart is in his throat and nerves coil in his gut.

The minutes feel endless and they torment him, feeling as if time has stood still. But finally, finally, Robert walks out of the prison and he takes Aaron’s breath away. Robert is wearing civilian clothes, the first time Aaron has ever seen him in them, and acting on pure instinct, he drops Seb’s hands and rushes to Robert. Robert mirrors his actions and they meet in ght middle, embracing each other, pressing against each other, almost as if to imprint themselves onto each other. There’s tears falling down Aaron’s cheeks that Robert is wiping away, Seb is shouting in glee and Aaron soon feels Seb’s little arms wrapping around the pair of them.

Robert bends down and picks Seb up, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Seb ducks his head into Robert’s neck and Aaron crowds father and son, petting Seb’s hair and looking into Robert’s eyes. Robert leans forward and finally kisses Aaron, and he melts. Seb wriggles in Robert’s arms, Diane and Vic are crying but Aaron doesn’t pay them a single mind, absorbed entirely of the feeling of having the love of his life kiss him for all he’s worth.

“I love you.”

Aaron’s not sure which one of them says it, but it vibrates between them and it’s the truest statement he’s ever known. He knows Robert will similarly have to go to counseling like Aaron, and he’ll have to now adjust to a world where people might judge Robert for the sins of his mistakes. But that’s neither here nor there, all that matters is this moment of feeling Robert’s lips on his own.

Despite the long road they may face, Aaron knows they can weather it, because they’re together and Robert is coming home to Aaron.

[pauldron-pieces]

Rumon 'Crushjaw' Thaerskaine's Backstory: Rearmed

Fandom: Dungeons And Dragons (5E)

Pairing: N/A, Crushjaw-centric

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: This is a hypothetical scenario featuring original characters in a world created by my Dungeon Master. As usual, this is non-canon and I own nothing aside from intellectual properties specifically attached to Crushjaw. This installment is mechanically unsound in a multitude of ways and ignores certain important lore facets. Trigger warnings are listed inside. Enjoy!

Taglist: @sporadic-fics and @cookiethewriter!

Inspired By: Black Hill: Low Force

[Crushjaw is a level zero barbarian, and his appearance can be found here.]

[!TRIGGER WARNING!: This installment contains multiple triggering scenes including semi-graphic depictions of gore and mentions of bile/vomit. Reader discretion is advised. Stay safe!]

He would have loved to claim he had been goaded into it. Would have loved to say that it wasn't his fault or explain that it hadn't happened like he remembered. Except Rumon knew all too well that responsibility didn't work like that. His memory may be faulty, but the proof was in Krae's testimony.

Himself and his childhood friend Krae had both been interested in the same individual from a neighboring clan, the two of them butting heads over the object of their affections more than once. So of course when Krae came to him with news of an enormous ogre that had set up its stomping grounds near one of their trade routes, Rumon fairly leaped at the opportunity to fight the beast and claim victory over it. After all, what better way to prove his worth and earn a name from the clan leader than with an act of heroism?

Krae naturally came along, saying that he feared the ogre may be too tall an order for even Rumon to handle. This just made Rumon all the more determined to manage the creature single handedly.

They set up camp near where Krae claimed to have spotted the beast, the two goliaths joking and swapping drinks from a canteen of strong spirits. Truly, until both of them had set their sights on the same person, they had been brothers in all but blood. Rumon still regarded Krae as such, trusting to a fault, and thusly he missed the shifty glances the older goliath kept aiming at the treeline while the sun set.

"Come, Rumon! The moon is high. With its light, surely we shall find the ogre." Krae had cajoled after Rumon was fairly drunk, "unless, of course, you are afraid of a night hunt?"

"I fear nothing!" Rumon had boasted, "the gods are with me this night. You shall witness my triumph, Krae!"

Bold words. His grandmatron had always said that pride went before a fall.

Rumon recalled very little of the hunt after that, his memory muddied with drink. Despite Krae's insistence that the moonlight was sufficient, Rumon's recollections were oddly dim. He vaguely remembered stumbling around beneath the thick spruce canopy, his warhammer clumsy in his hands.

He remembered swinging with all his might and striking something that gave under the assault, the liquor Krae had plied him with steeling his ringing blows to something that rivaled even Varandur's mountain shapers.

He remembered when the weight of his weapon suddenly vanished, and there was a rancid gust of seethingly-hot air that blew his hair to the side. The roar was strange to his ear, far-off and faded. Emptiness rang too loud for him to hear as he wondered where his weapon had gone.

Rumon remembered realizing that he was flat on his stomach on the ground.

Where the memory became razor-sharp once more was when he tried to push himself up onto his elbows, and found his body woefully unbalanced. The goliath searched for the source of the problem and quickly located it, the sight of what was left of his mangled right arm more than enough to jerk him back to stark sobriety.

It had been severed at the elbow, though the term was a bit too kind for the injury. The appendage looked more as though it had been crushed with something that might have had an edge at one point.

Rumon had raised his eyes, mind grinding to a halt when he spotted his warhammer several yards away with his right hand still gripping the haft. Past that, along a trail marked by shattered tree trunks, slumped an enormous ogre clutching a slab of a sword. It seemed closer to a chunk of masonry than a true weapon, and Rumon's stomach had churned as he realized what had happened.

Mercifully, the agony had struck him and he promptly vomited before losing consciousness.

×+×

Gods only knew how long he had slept after that. It was a miracle he had even made it back to their healer; apparently Krae had all but carried him home. The embarrassment from that instance alone would have been enough to kill Rumon, never mind the fact that his dominant arm was now nothing but a bandaged stump.

The grandmatron would have none of it though, her craggy face somehow even more stern when Rumon managed to finally rouse himself.

"You have been named Crushjaw, little pebble. A worthy title." Her tone was icy. "I have gone through much trouble to save you. I am indebted to our chieftain."

Crushjaw. Rumon's face fairly burned with shame. "The ogre-?"

"Krae slew the beast. He brought one of its tusks back as proof. The chieftain was quite flattered by his offering, praising Krae for his accomplishment and naming him Tuskclaimer. As for his name for you..." The matron bowed her head, her expression one of grief.

"Grandma…"

"Don't you grandma me, little pebble!" The elderly goliath erupted, glaring fiercely at Rumon. Her eyes filled with tears as she went on, "you are anathema now, dear Rumon. Once you are able to walk, the clan leader has declared that you are to leave. I am no longer your grandmother. This place is no longer your home."

"'Leave'?" Rumon repeated stupidly. It felt as though everything was crashing down around him, his mind racing to comprehend. Their clan hadn't had an expulsion in his entire lifetime, wariness and confidence found too equally amongst their ranks. Compounding his confusion was the claim that Krae had killed the ogre. Rumon had been certain... "I understand." He said finally. "I am unworthy of your kindness. Thank you."

He couldn't comprehend why his grandmother wept harder at his acceptance. This was the way it had always been.

×+×

Crushjaw.

It certainly felt as though he was being crushed to death. Loneliness was a miserable traveling companion.

Rumon, very nearly unable to fend for himself, resorted to setting small game snares in the uncharted wilds. It was a child's way of hunting, but he was too hungry to be bothered by the prick to his already-bruised pride.

The few people he did encounter seemed overly wary of him. After all, a one-armed, exiled goliath would be the type to resort to petty theft.

But he wasn't a threat. He had never been a threat before, aside from just being large. Rumon couldn't understand the sudden shift in demeanor; he couldn't possibly fathom the air of desperation that his injury gave off.

It began to get easier when the weather cooled, the bulk of the thick cloak from his grandmother concealing his missing arm. The wound had not healed prettily, but Rumon knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth. He hadn't died. That was all he could hope for.

He wandered alone for most of the cold times, his only companions the booming pines that fractured from the weight of the ice and snow. His thoughts had a habit of straying to Krae, and he wondered what had truly transpired that evening more than he would care to admit. Had he imagined killing the ogre? Was his mind that addled by the strength of the drink they had shared?

Surely Krae wouldn't have lied. Nothing good ever came of lying or taking the credit for someone else's accomplishments. Rumon eventually settled on the assumption that his memory must have been faulty.

After that, the whole world seemed a gray and unforgiving place, and the goliath could feel himself fading into something of the same type. Something ragged and harsh, no longer a proud warrior but a lamed animal with a crushed jaw.

That is, until the day he encountered an old elf hanging by the leg from his horse's saddle.

"You there!" The elven man shouted once he seemed to notice the large individual sauntering up through the trunks of barren maples. "Don't suppose you'd be able to lend me a hand?"

Rumon, for whatever reason, found himself throwing his mantle back over his shoulder to reveal the stump of his arm. "Good thing you only need one hand, sirrah. It's all I have to offer." He remarked.

The elf nearly died of laughter, already beet-red in the face from being stuck hanging upside down for so long. To Rumon's shock however, when he circled around the horse to help the elf dislodge himself, he realized that the leg that wasn't caught in the stirrups was severed at the knee. The fellow's pant leg was neatly pinned at the joint, padding sewn into the area as if to mimic a kneecap.

Before Rumon could say anything though, the wiry elf explained, "I lost my leg a few miles back, and this damned animal dragged me along until she got bored. Don't suppose you can accompany me a little ways until I relocate it? Thing is worth its weight in gold."

The goliath easily hefted the older fellow into the saddle before his words caught up with him. "You...lost your leg?" Rumon blinked, his brow furrowed in confusion. "I was unaware that elves could regrow limbs."

The elf looked at him a little sideways, muttering something about still waters running deep before he just shook his head and laughed, "no son, it's a genuine Chuck original. A fake leg."

A fake leg. Rumon seized the horse's bridle, desperation giving his voice a new level of gravel as he begged for more information. The elf shrewdly bargained with him: in exchange for help in reclaiming his prosthetic, he would gladly share what information he had.

"My name is Shawell." The elf introduced himself. "And you are…?"

Rumon hesitated for a moment. "Crushjaw." If people were to know his name, they would serve as a reminder of his foolhardy pride. A constant warning to heed in the future.

"Pleasure to meet you, Crush." Shawell tugged on the reins, turning his mare back in the direction he had come from. "We'd better hurry. We'll lose the daylight."

Crush. Rumon cracked his first smile in months, positioning himself on the elf's left side to steady him in the saddle.

[pacoc-a]

Soulmate Au 2 [part 1]

Rating: T 

Pairing: Five\Vanya

Tags; Soulmate Au, alternate universe, anti-soulmate soulmate au, unrequited love

Five and Vanya are not each other’s soulmates.

A/N: I was actually planning to delete this whole chunk because its very.. old and I think I’ve grown from this but it might be a waste. And it will become requited later but Vanya’s interests is not on Five (yet). 

Vanya rents a decrepit old apartment smack dab in the middle of the city and tries to pursue a career as a violinist. Work was slow, and occasionally, the ceiling would start leaking again but she liked having something she can call hers. 

When Five visits, she brings out her best mugs. His is a big, faded blue one that he fills to the brim with black coffee while hers is a white, rounded cup that she fills with different types of tea. 

 ‘I’m trying out a new one today.’ She says, holding out the box in front of her, ‘It’s chamomile with blackcurrant but it’s a different brand.’ 

‘Can’t be worse than the one you had last time.’

‘It wasn’t that bad.’ 

He gives her a look.

‘Really, I liked it. Sorta.’ 

He remembers the way her nose scrunched up from the smell alone. ‘You know you’re bad at bullshitting. You should leave that sort of thing for Klaus.’ 

She scoffs, 'Maybe some people actually mean what they say. Not everyone was raised as an A-grade liar.' 

'I know. You're not. That's why I said you're bad at bullshitting. Talk to me again in ten minutes after you've thrown away another perfectly good box of tea in the bin.' 

Vanya glares at him as she furiously makes herself a cup in revenge.

‘There’s this person I know’ Vanya starts. Five groans. He knows where this is going, ‘someone who hasn’t found their soulmate yet. They showed me their mark and it reminded me of you.’

Ever since Vanya realized she doesn’t have a soulmate she’s been determined to find everyone else’s. It's insulting that she'd ever think that a scab on his skin would ever control the way he'd think about other people.

Or change the way he'd feel about her.

He finishes his coffee and places the mug on the small table.

‘I think their mark sort of had the same curl at the end like yours.’ She continues. She sips her tea and for a split second her brow furrows in disgust. 

‘I don’t care.’

‘Are you sure? We’re not really friends but I can help you meet— and you’ve been holed up in your apartment a lot lately.’ She pauses, and looks down, ‘I guess I’m just worried about you. You’re alone a lot…it can’t be good for you.’

‘I'm with you.’ He says simply.

It’s not what she wants to hear. Vanya huffs and tries to sip her tea. She grimaces, and does her best to swallow it down. ‘I think it’s healthy for us to look for relationships outside what we have. I like spending time with you, but this can’t be forever, can it?’ 

Why not? 

��He thinks about forever as him and Vanya on her dining table. They talk about everything and nothing as she tries to swallow down another one of her disgusting teas. It doesn’t sound like a bad period of infinity to get stuck in. 

 She continues, ‘I know my therapist—she’s told me something similar, so I started to reach out to more people. I’m even, um, wanting to date...’ He freezes at that, his grip growing tight on his mug, ‘...even though I don’t have a soulmate. Anyway, I just don’t want you going crazy getting stuck with me all the time. You might miss your chance with someone because you were too busy spending all your time with your sister.’

Vanya tries to take another sip of her tea but he reaches out, places his hand on her mug and pushes it down. Her lips brushes briefly on his knuckles, and he tries not to think about how soft they are when he pulls his hand to his side. His fingers flexes beside him.

 ‘I’m not missing anything. I like it here with you.’ His voice is soft. ‘Besides, I’ve dealt with my fair share of people at my job. The world is crazy enough. The only reason I’ve kept myself half as sane is because of you.’ 

She smiles at him, pinks a little like she’s embarrassed. It’s cute. 

‘Do you want me to go?’ 

 She shakes her head, ‘No. I like spending time with you too.’ 

 ‘Good.’

 ‘I guess I was just kinda worried you think you’re stuck with me. It’s stupid now that I think about it.’

 ‘Well, we all have our moments.’ 

 She frowns at him and it makes him smile even further. 

He shifts in his seat and decides to ask before the question eats him alive, ‘So you’re dating now?’ 

 ‘Trying.’ She nods, ‘A friend of mine set me up with their cousin and I didn’t have the heart to say no. Honestly, I don’t think I wanted to. I thought I didn’t mind not having anyone, but lately I’ve been doubting myself. Wondering if I let the fact that I don’t have a mark get through my head that I can’t have anyone.’ 

Vanya shrugs sheepishly, ‘I guess I just want to know what it’s like to fall in love.’

 It surprises him. 

The first thought that comes is how vulnerable she lets herself be around him. How much of herself she fills and places on a silver platter just for him. It scares him. It fills him with pride. And he knows this is what love is like because Five is a bastard of a man but Vanya’s weakness renders him kind. He wants to wrap her in a shawl and kiss her. He wants to make it so she never has to apologise for existing ever again.

The second thought is why not him? 

 He thinks about all the years between them, the times spent between lunch and dinner he’s saved just for her. How much of his pride he swallowed when he made that long trek back to his seat at the dining table because Vanya shook her head no. 

He knows her better than anyone. She's the only one he'd ever want. Why couldn’t it be him?

It was then that he realizes she’s never loved him. Not in the way he's always wanted.

Not even a little bit.

——

Their date is that evening since her lessons are in the afternoon, which means Vanya’s not home and Five is stuck with the pleasure of his own company. It’s shit. He’s a miserable mess and he has been snapping at his students all morning.  

It’s fine, he thinks. It’s just a date. 

 Someone raises their hand for a question and he snaps and throws his chalk at them.

He tries not to think about someone else’s hands on her skin, touching her waist, kissing her and making her laugh. 

 He’s never kissed her before. He feels a bitter, murderous sort of resentment towards this mystery man who gets to do it first, and the friend who thought setting up the date was a good idea in the first place.

He probably doesn’t even have a job, he thinks. Much less made breakthroughs in time travel and quantum physics at 10. Or took out five people and rescued eight hostages while being completely unarmed in the span of a minute.

Hell, he probably can’t even transport himself half a mile in under a quarter of a second.

‘... it’d be fun to find out though‘ He chuckles mirthlessly.

 ——

Sulking in his apartment is not enough. The walls are getting too small, and all he could think about is the walls in her apartment and the way the shadows that falls on it belongs to her and a man that's not him.

He grabs a bottle, pulls himself up and decides to get wasted in the park instead.

This turns out to be a bad idea because it’s Valentines day which means the park is brimming with couples.

 The place looks like heaven. A hundred fairy lights wrapped around the park like a glittering thread. He watches the couples stroll by, their marks barely visible under the glow. When they twine their fingers together, they are like two lines finally connecting after a lifetime apart.

He wonders if he would ever meet his other half. If he’d ever become smitten with them like these people are. Hold their hand under the fairy lights and abandon the torch he held out for years just because the universe wants him to love someone else.

He doesn’t think he can. What could this other person give that Vanya couldn’t?

All he’s ever wanted was her.

(‘Love’, a cruel voice tells him and he chugs a big gulp of his bottle to wash the thought away.)

Its halfway through midnight when it begins to rain.

He didn’t bring an umbrella. 

The rain pelts at his skin relentlessly, the water soaking through his shirt. He shivers, chugs down his bottle, and keeps on walking.

‘Five? What are you doing here?’ 

 Vanya appears before him like a dream. Or maybe it’s the alcohol making everything swim.The lights are phasing in and out of each other, and all he could focus on is the way her hazy form looks so small in the rain and the fact that she’s wearing a dark dress he’s never seen before. He’s never seen so much of her skin.

 She’s pretty. He thinks stupidly. 

 'Jesus, Five you're gonna get cold like that.' 

 She hurries towards him, heels stomping across the mud. He barely registers the black umbrella she’s holding between them.

 ‘I’m fine.’ He grumbles. He tries to take another drink from his bottle but she quickly takes it away. 

‘You’ve had enough drinking.’ 

 He glares at her. 

‘I’m getting warm.’ 

Vanya frowns, placing the umbrella on the crook of her neck. She takes his hands. 

 It startles him. 

 ‘See?’ She says, ‘You’re freezing.’

She rubs his hand between hers and blows warmth to it. Years ago, this gesture alone would’ve had him melting, but now it’s not enough. Maybe it's the lights, or the alcohol… or maybe it’s her, but now he wants to know how she’d hold his hand like a lover. Even though her arm is bare and his is scrawled with the imprint of a stranger, he wants to find out if they’d fit like two puzzle pieces from different jigsaw sets. Not quite perfect, but maybe just enough to form their own set of a whole. One that's uniquely Five and Vanya’s and no one else’s.

 ‘Is that warm enough?’ 

 It’s sufficient. He should say, but he doesn’t.

 He wants so much more from her now.

 He leans down, places his forehead against hers and revels in the way her breath catches when he's close like this. 

 'Not yet.' 

He breathes her in. 

‘God, you’re so wasted.’ She scrunches her nose. ‘We should get you home.’

 She moves away and tugs him to his feet. 

 'Come on. I’ll take you to your place. It’s closer.’

 'I ….can walk.` He slurs, stumbling towards a tree. ‘Don’t need….’ 

 He feels her put his arm over her shoulder and press close to his side. She is so small that he almost topples them over, but her grip is firm. She holds on to him tight and he lets his weight sag over her as she leads them away.

 She drops him off to his place. It’s dark, and she has to fumble around his pockets for the keys. 

When she finally gets the door open, Five keels over, stumbling on carpet. Vanya swears and quickly pulls him back. His head feels like a log. She places him on the couch, arranging his limbs around him, careful as she can. She tries to move away so she could open the lights but Five grabs her hand before she could leave. 

‘Stay.’ 

 She frowns, ‘I have to open the lights.’

 ‘Leave it off.’ 

 He pulls her closer. 

‘I want you here.’ 

 Vanya purses her lips. She’s on top of him now, her knee pressed on the side of the couch and her other hand placed on the pillow beside him. Her hair fans out like a dark halo around her, he reaches up and tucks it behind her ear. 

 He’s drenched and bitter cold and she flinches when his finger touches her. Vanya looks at him, confused.

‘What are you doing?’ 

 There is so much he wants from her. 

 All these years and he still wants more than she could give.

He reaches up, brushes a thumb across her chin and wonders what it would be like to kiss her. Wonders if she could feel these 25 years between them spilling out of him like a geyser.

Literally. 

 Five throws his head to the side and vomits himself dry on the carpet. 

Vanya sighs. ‘I’ll go get some towels.’

He dreams about Vanya in her dark dress. She's twirling around him and it twists and spins with her, legs fumbling on her shoes and the skin of her thighs peeking out as she turns. Later, the dress pools at her feet like silk. She takes his head between her hands and pulls him down.

The kiss on his forehead is warm.

 ——

In the morning, the headache that he wakes up with is splitting and heavy all at once. It’s like someone stuck a whisk up his nose and scrambled the inside of his skull. He fumbles for the glass of water on the desk. He barely registers the fact that he's down to a shirt and cotton pajamas. 

The door opens and Vanya steps inside carrying a bag of groceries under her arm.

‘I missed my date, you know’ she sighs. She’s wearing his coat. She’s so ridiculously small in it that her fingers are barely peeking out of the sleeves. ‘You couldn’t have stayed home, or spent time with a friend or something instead of getting drunk? I had to cancel that and…’

He pulls himself to his feet and walks towards her.

‘Don’t want anyone else… they’re all incompetent.' He waves his hand. This headache is burning him alive. 'You're the only one around here that I could trust.'

 She flops her sleeves in frustration. 

She’s pissed at him, and he feels embarrassed of himself suddenly. He imagines himself sprawled across the couch, drunk out of his mind, while Vanya wipes him up and cleans the carpet of his vomit.

 He’s not sure why she stays. She’s never liked his drinking.  He wants to think that she stays because she cares, because she loves him the way he’s always wanted and she can’t stay away.

But if Five is anything, he can at least be honest with himself. She stays because he’s a sorry drunk and she’s too good for her own sake.

 She’s too good for him anyway.

‘Sorry.’ He says, sheepish. Not about the date (he’s never going to be sorry about that) but about everything else. He steps closer. The top of her head barely reaches his nose. ‘Thanks for taking care of me.’ He steals a quick, selfish peck on her cheek and moves to grab the groceries off her. 

‘I’ve got it. You need to rest. Come on.’ 

‘M’fine.’

‘Five…’ 

He tucks her hair behind her ear. 

‘Don’t do that.’ 

‘Do what?’ .

 She frowns at him. She can’t hold his gaze long enough. When she ducks her head, he leans down, takes the groceries from her hand. He can’t help himself so he kisses her on the temple too.

 Vanya is quiet. She rubs her cheek with a big, floppy sleeve. 

 He rummages around the plastic bag. There's frozen waffles and a couple of sachets of instant coffee. He takes the waffles and sticks it in the toaster. 

 ‘I’ll pay you for these.’ 

Vanya shakes her head, ‘It’s fine. You're still sick, you should get some rest.’ 

'And you're busy.' He glances at her. 'You've got lessons, remember. 10 o'clock.' 

 She hears her mutter shit under her breath. Of course, she's forgotten.

He turns back to his waffles. ‘Go back home, this headache isn't going to kill me.’

Vanya wants to protest. She opens her mouth and he turns to her and gives her a look before she could say anything.

She huffs. Tries again, clamps her mouth shut when she thinks against it. ‘Fine. But only because they’re expecting me. I’m coming back to check on you later.’

 He hears the door close behind him. She’s still got his coat around her. He chuckles to himself despite the headache. 

 She’s adorable

[v-e-n-t-i]

Hiii. I'd love opinions on this story I'm considering posting. It's a highschool au of Hazbin (with an oc or two involved) where everyone is still a demon, but a more humanoid version of a demon. The protagonists are Angel and Alastor, and it's supposed to be a typical highschool drama until Alastor murders someone and Angel helps him cover the crime, all while they juggle stuff that is filled with your typical teenage angst. Here's a chunk from the prologue!

When I was growing up, I always felt like I could just look at someone and understand their entire life story. It was just a certain look to them, the way someone carried themselves, the way they dressed, their hairstyle. From head to toe, everyone had always been an open book to me. Not Angel. I thought I had him figured out, but as time went on, his story became more and more complicated, and I came across the unsettling realization that the very person I thought was the easiest to see through, had a significantly cloudier surface than I first believed. Angel remains the only demon who confuses me, a total mystery, a demon who can make the assumptions about his past disappear and cause new theories to form about him on a whim.

From the very first moments within Angel's intense presence, I felt like he didn't belong at Rosewood Academy, an elite private school that I'd describe as a cesspool. Figuratively, of course. The place itself was gorgeous, and upon appearances alone; Angel fit in perfectly. However, it didn't take long for me to observe just how toxic the student body was, worse than your stereotypical highschool, because this place overflowed with people too rich to care. The kind of rich people who primarily viewed the lower class as scum.

Not Angel, though. He overflowed with positivity on a good day, which I couldn't understand because he was in a unique position. /Everyone/ liked Angel, he was flamboyant, sometimes violent, and honestly overwhelming to be around for more than five minutes, yet somehow the very definition of popular. The poor souls who publicly outed themselves as someone with a distaste for him... well they simply became outcasts.

From the beginning, I felt like I'd want to nothing to do with him, because he was beautiful and bubbly, sure, everyone thought so, but that wasn't my scene. I wanted these years to go by quickly, and that be the end of it. I wouldn't necessarily describe myself as an extrovert, yet that was exactly what Angel was. Before I knew it though, he pulled me into his world, and I became so incredibly hypnotized by him. The feelings were unwelcome, and oh so nauseating. Yet, I didn't want to leave at the same time.

I never would have met such a nightmare of a demon if it weren't for the scholarship I couldn't turn down even if I wanted to. My mother had always been middle class, so there was no way I would have been able to attend such a sickening academy if it wasn't for that scholarship that altered my destiny - and to be fair I considered turning it down, but my mother begged me to attend, said it was a great opportunity for me. It was almost embarrassing to admit that the stupid scholarship was my only way to attend Rosewood though, because to the majority of the student body, the insane yearly fee to attend was nothing. It baffled me that anyone could pay so much for a highschool education, so carelessly too. Angel so happened to be one of those people, and that was all the more reason that I attempted to avoid him altogether when I first laid eyes on him. I thought I had a plan; avoid this intoxicating nightmare for a few years. Easy, or so I thought. It's a big school, no worries.

However, that thought had been slaughtered from the start. There he was, his aura enchanting as ever. Something about his small frame, his smile, the way his fluffy hair framed his face. Everything about him told me multiple things. One; I thought he was the easiest person to read that I had ever seen. I wasn't ever going to be able to prepare for the moment when I discovered he was the most mysterious and confusing demon I had ever, and would ever meet. Unsettling realizations were now a pass time with Angel around. Two; I would never be able to avoid him. /He was going to stay in my life, and that was final/. Three; My life is over from this point forward and this ethereal male was my murderer. He was the hurricane that would change everything, and make sure it stayed wrecked. Everything I loved so dearly would become turned upside down, and yes, Angel was guilty of that too. /Angel wrecked everything. Every single aspect. Yet, the ruins were something I found myself seeking more, because as much as I wanted to hate his stupidly cheerful personality, he became irreplaceable in a split second. I'd even boldly call my time with him addicting/.

I never wanted to become as close to him as I did, but Angel made sure that if anyone would bury me, it was going to be him. Angel insisted on being a new constant in my life, a new permanent, and like I said before, that was just the end of the discussion. There was no room for arguments. Yes, it was over for me from the start, but I still foolishly believed that I could simply avoid him for those first few weeks of the time just before my time with him, the time that would really bury me.

Angel was a mastermind for sure, but I became pretty frustrated over time as I tried to figure out whether or not my kidnapping was an intentional feat of his or not. Was it all some accident? - He seemed to have a lot of those... Yet, accident or not, this cherubic atrocity made me his helpless captive.

The illusion shattered itself eventually, and the inevitability of his story being permanently tangled with mine was all too real eventually. I soon learned Angel's world would be my own, whether I was ready for it or not.

...But if I was being held captive in his story - his world, he at least made sure I had a place in it. Despite my disposition, I don't think I'll ever stop feeling grateful and in debt to him for that.

Angel was the hurricane, but I simply believed he was the calm before the storm.

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Meeting and Dating John Bender

(Not my gifs)(Requested by anonymous)

(Some of these are sort of sad and mention abuse so warning to anyone who is uncomfortable with that subject matter)

- You met Bender in detention. When Vernon left all of you alone, he began to badger you about how you got there. Finally, you’d had enough and just told him the boring, slightly embarrassing truth: you were just late to class too many times.

- You shyly glanced over at him after you said it, only to find a small smirk on his face.

“Oh that’s adorable,” he said and you could feel your face turn hot. “No, that’s really cute. I mean it’s just so-”

“Alright Bender.” Andy interrupted. Bender glared and turned on the wrestler, something you were quite thankful for in the moment.

- Throughout the entire detention, he tried to get you to pay attention to him. He moved his seat next to yours, played with your hair, toyed around with how close you would let him get to you.

- For whatever reason you actually began liking him. Under all that dickhead behavior and dirty jokes he was actually entertaining …or maybe just hot.

- Later in the day, the two of you went through each other’s stuff. He told you about his girlfriends and you sort of lost your interest in him. And yet, he seemed to rope you back in every time he flipped his stupidly gorgeous hair. It was a ...confusing detention.

- After a few hours of flirtation, you finally agreed to one date. He didn’t really have a plan when the two of you met up but once you told him you’d never been to one, he took you to a demolition derby.

- You were surprised by how much fun you had with him. You were also surprised by how okay you were with; lightly, making out with him, pushed against a chain link fence after the show was over.

- As much as you enjoyed the time you spent with him, you couldn’t get it out of your head that he had other girlfriends. The idea of him going out after the two of you parted ways and fucking some other chick after kissing you, well, it made you sick. And so, you began to actively ignore and avoid him.

- He wasn’t a fan of your silent treatment. He’d tasted you, gotten so close to winning you over, and you’d pulled the rug out from under him for seemingly no reason at all. It riles him up, makes him think you’re completely insane and yet, he can’t just let you go and be the crazy bitch that you apparently are. He has to have you.

- Meanwhile, you trying to ignore how you feel about him just seems to make it worse. So now, the two of you can’t stop thinking about the kiss you shared and how much you actually want to be together.

- Finally, after a chunk of time spent trying to distance yourself as much as possible, the loudspeaker comes on during one of your classes.

“Good afternoon Shermer High School~ this is John Bender coming to tell all of you that there is little lady out there by the name of Y/n Y/l/n who is your favorite assholes girlfriend. From now on, anyone who so much as looks at her will get their teeth kicked in by yours truly. Have a nice day.” Beep.

- You immediately felt the urge to melt into the floor as the entire class turned to stare at you. Finally, you just got up and dashed out of the classroom, on the prowl for the jackass who didn’t know when to quit.

- He’s halfway across the school when you find him, lazily walking as though he’d done nothing wrong.

“What the hell is wrong with you!” You have to stop yourself from screaming the words.

“Has anyone ever told you that you look hot when you’re angry?” He asks, stopping a foot or so away from you.

“What are you trying to pull here Bender? Are you trying to make my life hell?”

“Could ask you the same thing,” he replies. “We go on a date, we kiss, we have a jolly good fucking time and then you ignore me. Now I’m sat here wondering what the fuck I did wrong, like I should even give a fuck about what you think of me.”

He stops for a moment before continuing. “Well for some reason, I do. And so I thought about it and I figured it was those girls that I was seeing. So I got rid of them. You want a steady little monogamous boyfriend? Fine. But that means you don’t touch other guys, you don’t even look at them. You’re mine now.”

- You take a minute to process what he said and try to cool off. The two of you stand there, looking at each other like you’re both waiting for the other to strike. Finally you open your mouth and give him a response.

“Fine. I’m yours. But I’m gone the minute you try to play me for a fool.”

“Wouldn’t even dream of it baby.” He grins.

- Constant pda. He loves showing off that you’re his and getting that sweet, sweet physical contact.

- Messy kisses on the cheek from him. It’s usually when he’s being a sarcastic ass but you can’t help but love it anyway.

- He requires a lot of attention. If you don’t give it to him he’s bound to do something stupid to get it.

- He’s so surprised by your innocent affection. He doesn’t know how to react when you just brush his hair from his face or hug him. What are you trying to do? Why did you do that? ...Why does he like it so much?

-You’ll snuggle into his side while watching a movie and he’ll just stiffen up with his arms held away from himself trying to figure out what you’re doing. (Kind of like when a kid hugs the big tough guy of a film.) He gets better at it later in the relationship but it’s still a bit awkward at times. Just rest assured that he does; in fact, like it.

- His hands are almost always on either your waist, hips or ass. Depends on his mood and the situation. Contrary to popular belief, he isn’t a total asshole and respects that different places call for different grips.

- With that in mind, he’s a pretty sexual person. Hickeys, groping, smacking your butt; you name it and he’s doing it.

- Making out ...a lot. His tongue is basically roommates with yours at this point.

- Rough and passionate kisses. I mean, teeth clashing, lip biting, moan inducing kisses. If you didn’t like him as much as you do, his kisses would probably be enough to convince you to stay.

- Playing with his hair. You aren’t allowed to braid it so don’t even ask.

- So many sexual innuendos and jokes. He is; in general, a horny little bastard man, so expect him to be sexual with you.

- He is constantly smirking at and trying to get you flustered.

- He’s a cocky little shit but he makes it look attractive; most of the time.

- Most of his compliments consist of him calling you hot and other less than romantic names.

- Compliments fuel him so expect him to act tough and do tricks to try and impress you.

- Stupid dancing in the privacy of your own home or his. You’re usually blaring the radio or his mixtapes.

- When he’s at your house, he’s usually wearing much comfier clothing; things he would never actually wear to school like sweaters and sweatpants. He looks surprisingly ...cute in them.

- Sometimes, he can get genuinely sweet and thoughtful, even if he refuses to admit it.

- He carries you on his shoulder a lot, usually slapping your butt or holding you by it when he’s carrying you around. 

- He sneaks into your room through your window a lot; sometimes when he just wants to see you and sometimes when he just has to get away from home.

- Definitely has had your name tattooed on him at some point; probably even gives it to himself at home or something equally dangerous and slightly stupid.

- If it wasnt for that, you would probably feel like he doesn’t know your real name; what with the amount of pet names he gives you on a day to day basis.

- He shows you off all the time. He’s so proud that he managed to snag a girl like you and actually have you fall for him. He rubs it in everyone’s face that the ‘delinquent’ got such a hot girlfriend.

- He feels like such a badass with you under his arm while he smokes. The two of you will sit in the back of the school, his arm wrapped around you and you curled up into his side while he lights up a cigarette. 

- He probably steals gifts for you, even if you tell him not to. He’ll say he bought it but deep down you kind of know he just swiped it from a shop. It’s the thought that counts right? 

- Both of you wearing mismatched earrings with the other wearing the second of the two pairs.

- It’s a huge turn on when you wear his clothes. He can’t help but stop and stare wide eyed as you come out wearing his shirt or one of his jackets; especially if there little underneath.

- Wearing his jackets. They always have a very distinct Bender-like smell: faint hints of gasoline, cigarettes and cheap cologne or maybe even your own perfume.

- He would never really admit it, but whenever he’s at your house or messing around with your bag, he sprays himself or his car with a little of your perfume. It always comforts him in a way he can’t really explain. You’ve caught him maybe once or twice but you always think he’s just dicking around with your stuff while he’s bored.

- He gets clingy sometimes but a lot of the time, he’s just annoyingly nonchalant. It’s usually all an act, pretending like he doesn’t care means he doesn’t get hurt; at least not in the eyes of other people. Thats all that matters to him; that he stays being the delinquent who doesn’t give a shit about anything. 

“ Yeah sure, whatever. Do what you want. I don’t care.” Newsflash: he cares a lot.

- You know him a lot better than he thinks you do so a lot of his actions don’t bother you any more. You know the reason behind them so you can understand why he does what he does and try to work around or through them. 

- His parents are probably never home but when they are, he never takes you to his house. He doesn’t really think that they’d try something with you there but he wants to make sure there’s never even a chance that something could happen. The truth is, he’s sort of embarrassed that he “let’s” his father beat on him.

-You definitely try to persuade him to tell somebody about his home life, but he doesn’t think anyone would believe him (like everyone else) and makes you drop the subject pretty early in the conversation.

- Occasionally, you’ll go hang out with him in detention but you’ve also managed to keep him out of most of the trouble he tries to get himself into. Sure, you let him have his fun, but he isn’t in detention everyday now; you would never see him if you let him do all the shit he wanted to.

- You’ve also gotten him to stop fucking around with random people; for the most part. You explain to him that it really isn’t fun or funny to watch him bully and ridicule people who don’t or can’t fight back.

- He’s sorta insecure. He often wonders why you would want to date him of all people, especially if you come from a good family. He thinks of himself as the dirtbag of the school so it really just doesn’t make sense that someone like you (Someone who he thinks could quite possibly be perfect) would want him.

- Your parents hate him of course; mostly because of his reputation and the fact that they’ve seen him kiss the everloving shit out of you in front of the school.

- You make sure he knows that you’ll always be there. He’ll brush it off but he likes that you actually give a shit about him. Your words will stick with him and he’ll find himself thinking about them late at night, feeling comforted at the idea.

- You patch him up after his father hurts him, both physically and emotionally. If he needs you to clean him up, you’ll do it. If he just needs to sit with you in silence for a while; you’ll do that too. Whatever will make him feel alright.

- He has trouble being completely open with you and sharing his feelings. He’s very closed off, having built up a wall over the years. You let him take it down when he thinks he’s ready to; you don’t want to try to break it down and end up chasing him away. You know that deep down, he’s really just scared of letting people in and getting hurt more than he already has been.

- It takes a while for him to fully trust you but when he does, it’s worth the time you spent trying to get him to.

- He’s a pretty jealous and possessive guy. He doesn’t have much but he has you and that means a lot to him so anyone who tries to take you away from him is in for an ass kicking. Plus, it’s just common knowledge that you don’t try to mess with Bender.

- He’s seen firsthand how terrible people can be so he’s sort of intent on making sure you aren’t treated the same way he is. His parents may not hold the same sentiment but he would never let someone hurt the person he loves.

- Fights are usually loud and filled with curse words and name calling. He definitely storms off, either in the middle of it or towards the end when things aren’t exactly over but slightly calmed down from the full blown war you were having.

- To him, he can ignore you but the instant you do the same, he’s pissed off. Before you decide to ignore him, you’ll probably try and get him to talk to you but he’ll just give you the silent treatment. That’s when you finally give up and do the same, instantly turning the tables.

- No ones ever really put him in his place like that. They lash out, yell at him, maybe even hit him; but they never give him a taste of his own medicine. After a while of you ignoring him, he starts to do everything in his power to make you talk to him, even if he’s still pissed. He hates it, seeing you play his game; maybe even playing it better than him.

- He doesn’t necessarily apologize, he just; usually willingly, forgets which one of you actually started it and what you were fighting about in the first place. Or, if he does remember what you were fighting about, he sort of resolves it, explaining why there’s no reason for either of you to be upset with each other/why you don’t have to be angry with him.

- He doesn’t say he loves you but you know he does from the way he acts. He never treats anyone quite like he treats you and you can tell there’s something different in his gaze whenever he looks at or talks about you.

- He thinks you’ll leave him at some point so he always tries to make the most of your time together. You always reassure him that he’s not getting rid of you that easily which brings a little smile to his face. 

“Even if you did leave me, you’d never get over me. I’d spare you the pain and take you back, you know? I’m not cruel.”

“Gee thanks babe.”

“No problem, sweetheart.”

- He may be an annoying asshole at times, but you love him and will stand by him through thick and thin, and him you.

[ohtheseboysilove]

omg! can you pls make a part 2 of your little fic where Roger and the Reader make Christmas cookies at 2 am? I absolutely adored it! I need them to kiss!!!

1744 words. Fluff.

  Part 1 is here!

You looked at your plates of cookies, neatly decorated and fresh from this night. Freddie was more than happy of your work and had pay you way more than he was supposed to. He always been a generous man, you couldn’t denied that.

"(Y/N), these cookies are absolutely delicious" You beamed at Brian’s words, Chrissie next to him, nodding along.

"Thank you Bri" You blushed slightly and thanked every guest who complimented you about your baking.

You used the occasion to do some publicity for your little shop, it never hurt to have new customers.

Until this girl came at the table where the desserts were, a red dress with a black belt, clearly trying the Santa Claus look.

"Hi there, did you cook those ?" She asked with a friendly voice, her fingers grabbing the little Christmas tree cookie before taking a big chunk. "It’s really good !”

"Thank you very much ! And yes, I own a bakery so I was on cookies duty for the party" You explained with a little chuckle, sipping your champagne glass.

"Well I will certainly need the address, you’re very talented" She grinned and took another cookie, a bright yellow star this time. "We really can feel the vanilla in this one, love it” She complimented you as she discretely wiped the crumbles from her dress.

"Here you go” You showed her the little cards next to the cookies with the address of your bakery and your number to pass order. "Are a friend of Freddie ?" You asked politely as she glanced at you card before sliding it in her bag.

"Oh I wish ! This guy is so extra, I love him !” You both giggled at the truth of her words before drinking more champagne. "But no, I’m just Roger’s date tonight, Meredith, he nicely brought me along" She chuckled and you felt your heart dropped in your chest.

Roger’s date.

You swallowed with difficulty and managed to put a tiny fake smile on your face. Clearly the past night didn’t have the same meaning for the both of you. Stupidly, you had think that maybe something could happen between the two of you but here he was, bringing a date few hours later. You felt sick and angry. Against yourself and him. And Meredith.

"I...I have to see Freddie quickly" You pretended and gently patted her shoulder as you walked away. "Something about the cookies !" You said and disappeared in the crowd, not checking how she reacted.

"Hi love" The soft voice of Roger’s voice felt like a slap in the face. It was literally the last person you wanted to see right now. It wasn’t his fault but you couldn’t face him. "You look beautiful" He purred against your ear for you to hear above the crowd.

"Thanks" You shortly replied, feeling your skin burned where Roger’s hand gently squeezed you. He was always so touchy with you, that was one of the main reason why you thought something could happen between you and him. "I need to go fetch more cookies from the kitchen" You lied and slid away from his grip, his confused gaze following you until he couldn’t see you anymore.

**

Two full hours into the party and you managed to avoid Roger every time he tried to catch you. It wasn’t very Christmas mood and all but for your sake, you needed that space between you.

"You’re a busy woman tonight, love" You grimaced as the drummer appeared on the little balcony behind you. "And you drinking directly from the bottle, what’s bothering you ?" He noticed the massive champagne bottle in your hands but only shrugged.

"Nothin’" You murmured and took a big sip, feeling incredibly sad suddenly. Pinning after someone who only saw you like a friend was really hurting. "Go back to the party"

"But it’s the first time in the evening that you didn’t run away from me" He whispered and wrapped his arms your waist, resting his chin on the top of your head. "Can you tell me what I did to piss you off ?" He pressed a little kiss on your hairs and you uncontrollably melted a little bit more against his warm body.

God, he was truly irresistible.

"I told you, it’s nothing" You weakly replied. The urge to just throw your feelings in his face was really tempting. But you needed way more alcohol for that.

"You’re lying" Your heartbeat speeded up when his callous fingers interlocked with yours, giving the posture an even more intimate meaning. You should pushing him away but you just couldn’t, his familiar perfume forcing you whole body to relax. "You don’t want to talk about it, I understand. Can I, at least, have a dance ? Before the clock struck midnight, hum ?" He let go one of your hand and spun you toward him, taking you by surprise.

"I don’t think your date would like that" You muttered, gaze falling on your still locked hands, confused feelings floating inside your belly.

You regretted your words because they made you sound bitter and jealous. Which was true but he truly didn’t need to know that detail.

"You met Meredith ?" His face lighted up and it felt like someone just stabbed you right in your heart. Maybe you were being over dramatic but it hurt like hell. "She is nice, right ?"

"The best" You looked away from his beaming face but he quickly grabbed your cheeks, forcing you to focus back on him. "Rog, I really think you should go back with her now. She is your date, not me"

His brows furrowed at your words and you shrugged, the feeling of sickness coming back.

"Are you...are you jealous ?" He asked, incredulous. You blushed furiously and shook negatively your head. "Yes, you are ! Oh my god, you’re totally are !"

"No, I’m not !" You crossed you arms and took few steps away, embarrassment rolling on you. "I don’t care"

"You’re such a bad liar" He giggled, a childish smiled lightening his whole face. "But let me tell you a secret about Meredith" He slid back his arms around your waist, his face burying against your neck and the soft touch of his lips on your skin brought goosebumps to your whole body.

"What ?" You couldn’t help yourself, you needed to know if it was serious with this girl.

"Meredith is my cousin" He murmured against the shell of your ear.

You looked at him with wide eyes and he started laughing like an idiot as you escaped his arms, shook by the news.

"You’re an asshole !" You slapped his chest weakly, relief and embarrassment confusing your mind. "You knew I was jealous for nothing ! And let me mope around for hours ! You should have told me, Rog !"

"Hey !" Roger grabbed your hands and pressed you flat against his chest, an amused smile on his lips. "First, I didn’t know you were jealous, I’m swear ! And secondly, love, how I was supposed to tell you when you spent the entire evening avoiding me ?" He arched a brow, clearly teasing you about your stupid attitude.

"I...but she...I thought..." You closed your mouth before sounding even more ridiculous and instead choose to bury your head further into Roger’s chest.

"You’re adorable" He chuckled and cradled your face, making you whined as you were still embarrassed by your attitude tonight. "Can we discuss about why you were jealous now ?" He softly brushed his button nose against yours, butterflies going crazy in your tummy.

"Please, no" You cried and closed your eyes to avoid Roger’s deep one. "It’s embarrassing" You murmured and shivered softly when his hot breath fell against your mouth. So close yet so far.

"I don’t think feelings are embarrassing" The drummer’s thumbs were gently stroking the skin of your face, his voice as sweet as honey, making your heart quickened ridiculously. "Expect if you’re embarrassed about the person you got feeling for" He added, his forehead now resting against yours and your eyes still closed. It was difficult but you knew as soon as you opened them you would lose control of the situation.

"I’m not embarrassed by you !" You replied in a whine, picking at Roger through your eyelashes. He was grinning widely, his thumb sliding under your chin and you didn’t like the cockiness in his smile. "What ?"

"Nothin" He shrugged then chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "You just agreed that you have feelings for me, love"

"What ? No I didn’t !" You sputtered, cheeks turning hot, making Roger only smiled wider. "I didn’t say anything" You weakly replied, completely mortified as the realisation rolled on you. You did confess your feelings. Indirectly but still.

"T’s okay, love" He quietly breathed into your ear, goosebumps rolling down your body. "Because I have feelings for you too" You looked at him with big heart-eyes, making him chuckled softly. "You’re too adorable"

"Adorable enough for you to kiss me ?" You whispered, taking him by surprise.

He giggled and shook his head, his eyes wandering between your sparkling one and your parted lips, covered in a light shade of red, practically begging to be kissed.

"Definitively" The feeling of his teeth gently tugging at your lower lip brought shivers down your spine, a little whine leaving your throat at the sweet torture. "I wanted to do that for a long, long time, love" He let go of your bottom lip and gave you a single and chaste kiss, sweet and soft, only making you wanting more.

Roger looked at you and smiled at your red cheeks and shaky breath, the reaction he was looking for. So he kissed you again, deeper this time. Your lips melting perfectly against each other, warm and soft and soon enough his tongue joined the kiss. You couldn’t repress the soft sigh falling from your mouth. His hands were firmly pressed against your waist, thumbs gently stroking your covered skin and you own fingers were on his neck, playing with his baby hairs.

"Merry Christmas, my love" He murmured as he slid one of his palm on your burning cheek, a stupid grin not leaving his face and perfectly matching yours.

"Merry Christmas, Rog" You replied against his lips, savouring another tender kiss, fingers completely lost in his blond locks.

[purplepersnicketywrites]

Could you try 9 for kiribaku if you’re still doing requests? :))

things you said when i was crying

*minecraft villager noise*

___

By the look on Bakugou’s face, Eijirou suspected that he was supposed to think that he was making a rather large mistake. The blond was grinning, but not in a friendly way. It was slightly predatory, as if he was preparing for Eijirou to falter so that he could swoop in with a smug laugh and an ‘I told you so.’ It was irritating but also kinda hot, so Eijirou didn’t really mind.

He inspected the piece of meat held between his chopsticks.

If Eijirou didn’t know any better, he would have assumed the meat was innocent, that the colour on it was merely from the combination of sauces and spices it had marinaded in before cooking. Well, that wasn’t totally untrue, but it was a matter of which sauces. Some would be benign. Some would not.

Like, for instance, capsaicin oil. Also known as (at least in Eijirou’s opinion) the concentrated sweat of all the damned beings rotting in the underworld. This substance was the stuff that gave heat to chili peppers, the stuff that induced that awful, terrible burning sensation that Bakugou liked so much.

The heat wasn’t real, of course, but the capsaicin fooled the mouth into thinking it was. It got into the temperature detecting nerves and played havoc.

This particular meat was part of a range of Bakugou’s favourite dishes at a restaurant known for its stupidly spicy meals. It was Bakugou’s turn to pay this week, so he was the one who got to pick the place to eat at. It was apparent to Eijirou that this place was payback for him being ‘embarrassing’ at their last outing together.

‘Embarrassing’ was, of course, code for ‘Bakugou got too flustered by Eijirou’s obvious flirting and exploded a menu’. Honestly. One of these days they were going to stop dancing around this Thing between them and admit that these outings were dates. The main obstacle was Bakugou’s understandable hesitancy over the whole declaration of feelings stuff, but really, the moment Eijirou got the go-ahead to kiss his best friend he wasn’t ever going to stop.

Anyways. The spicy meat. Eijirou knew that Bakugou was expecting Eijirou to crumble in the face of such an object. Maybe have a spice-related breakdown in the middle of the restaurant. Thing was… Eijirou had a Secret Plan to deal with exactly this sort of situation.

He ate the meat. Eijirou chewed it, slowly, so that he could watch the gradual, delicious change in Bakugou’s expression as it became clearer and clearer that Eijirou wasn’t going to even blink. Eijirou swallowed.

“What the fuck,” Bakugou hissed, having transformed from gleeful gremlin to grouchy grump.

Eijirou took a swig of water to make sure he washed everything out of his handily-hardened mouth before he responded. “You call that spicy?”

“You cheated,” Bakugou said, narrowing his eyes as he sat back in his chair and folded his arms. “I don’t fucking know how, but you cheated.”

“Oh? Are we playing a game?” Eijirou said, leaning forwards to flutter his eyelashes a little. He privately thanked the genetics lottery for giving him the power to turn into a non-porous rock specifically. Huh. Imagine if he became like basalt? Would he float in water instead of sinking? Would-

“You know what I mean,” Bakugou said, pouting off to the side. There was a little colour smudged over his cheeks and Eijirou mentally high-fived his brain.

Eijirou just ate another chunk of meat. Pork? It was hard to actually taste at all thanks to his hardening. He took another swig of water. “S’good! Don’t forget to eat yours!”

“I bet they forgot to season it,” Bakugou muttered darkly, plucking up a piece from Eijirou’s plate.

“Hey!” Eijirou said. “That’s mine.”

“I paid for it,” Bakugou ate it with a glare and then pulled a face. “Okay, what the hell are you doing?”

Eijirou beamed at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Blasty.”

“Yes you do you-” Bakugou cut himself off mid-insult. He sighed. “You big dumb rock. You’re using your fucking quirk, aren’t you?”

“Your words, not mine,” Eijirou snorted. Damn, Bakugou had sniffed him out already. “Aren’t you impressed by my fine control, though? I had to practice for ages so I wouldn’t turn my lips to stone, too.”

That got Bakugou staring at Eijirou’s mouth, which counted as a big win in his books. Bakugou seemed to realise what he was doing all too quickly and turned his attention back to his own plate. “Whatever.”

Oh yeah, it wouldn’t be long now. Some day very soon would roll around and Bakugou would finally reach for his hand. Eijirou didn’t feel bad about pushing things sometimes - he’d tried to back off once when he thought his feelings weren’t reciprocated and that had just ended in Bakugou not-so-subtly hinting that Eijirou should go back to ‘normal’.

The rest of the meal went by smoothly, Bakugou rolling his eyes as Eijirou ate his food without a sweat and Eijirou nodding along to stuff his friend was saying.

All too soon they were on their way back to the dorms. It was nice, Eijirou thought, that now they were in their third year they were allowed to go out for short trips be themselves. The school wouldn’t be able to give everyone bodyguards after graduation, after all.

It was also nice to walk side-by-side with Bakugou in companionable silence. Eijirou very much looked forwards to the time when they could be holding hands as they went, too.

The Heights Alliance building came into view, and Eijirou heard the sound of paper tearing. Huh. He turned to look at Bakugou. The blond had a very weird expression on his face, but Eijirou didn’t have time to ask what was up because all of a sudden there was a hand tugging at the collar of his shirt and a pair of lips meeting his own.

Holy shit.

Eijirou responded eagerly. Greedily, even, clutching at Bakugou to bring him closer. He melted into the kiss, surprised but not displeased in the slightest when Bakugou slipped his tongue into his mouth. Bakugou kissed with aggression and fire, almost burning in the way that he- Wait a second.

The burning wasn’t metaphorical. Eijirou’s mouth felt like it had been set alight, and that wasn’t typically supposed to happen in a kiss as far as he was aware. He pulled back from Bakugou, detached his limbs, saw the triumphant look in his best friend’s eyes and felt the burning sensation increase. Oh. Holy fucking shit. Bakugou was an absolute bastard and Eijrou liked him so damn much.

“Did you just hot sauce me?”

Bakugou grinned and held up a small empty packet labelled ‘XXX SUPER HOT’.

“You’re an asshole,” Eijirou said, panting and feeling himself break into a sweat. Spice tears began to pool at the corner of his eyes and he leant foward to put his hands on his knees. Maybe if he jumped into a pool of ice he could stave off this feeling?

“Yeah,” Bakugou agreed. “You good?”

“I’m dying,” Eijirou said, dropping to the ground and rolling onto the grass. “Call the fire brigade, Blasty. I need water!”

“Nah, water makes it worse,” Bakugou said, looking down at Eijirou with amusement. Holy shit he’d just kissed Eijirou for the first time. “What you want is sweetened milk.”

Eijirou groaned. He was sure his nose was streaming along with his eyes now. It was only because of the spice. That was the only reason he was teary. “Call the milk brigade, then.”

“Dramatic. There’s milk in the kitchen,” Bakugou said, kicking lightly at Eijirou’s side.

“Ugh, I think I’m gonna spontaneously combust from the face down,” Eijirou stuck his arm up so that Bakugou could help him to stand. Once he was on his feet, he moved Bakugou’s hand to the other of his own and linked their fingers together. Heh. Bakugou didn’t even try to pull his hand away! “Today was nice until you tried to murder me. With your tongue, what the fuck? Not that I’m complaining about the tongue bit - that was great - but the hot sauce?”

Bakugou looked almost unbearably smug. “That’s what you get for cheating.”

“What, poisoned kisses?” Eijirou asked, fanning himself with his free hand. “I cannot believe you used our first kiss as a prank. I mean, I can, but like,” He paused his fanning for a moment. “You know what? Worth it. You should definitely kiss me again. Without the pain.”

Bakugou turned a little pink and pulled Eijirou towards the Alliance building. “Maybe I will.”

He did.

[bcdrawsandwrites]

Next entry for @badthingshappenbingo !

I AM NO LONGER ACCEPTING PROMPTS! The single-bone marks on the card indicate which prompts I have received and am going to write, and I finally have prompts that will earn me a bingo once they’ve been posted (but they’re not posted yet)!

This fic has also been posted to FFN and AO3, so you can check it out on my Assortment of Broken Bones collection on there if you like!

This one was requested by @picajc! I have no idea if you’re still interested in this, but uhhhh. it’s done! \o/;

Prompt: Tooth Knocked Out Characters: Héctor, Imelda, Ernesto, Óscar, Felipe (pre-movie--characters are teens)

---~~~---

Héctor never made claims to being a genius, but he had to admit there were some things he really… didn’t understand. Like why Ernesto, for some reason, didn’t seem to like Imelda so much anymore. Or… that’s what it seemed like, anyway. He wasn’t sure.

As he and Ernesto walked along the side of the street, the afternoon sun bright above them as they headed toward the plaza to play music as usual, Héctor thought back to last night. The three of them had been lingering by the gate of Imelda’s family’s property, Héctor standing between his two friends, his gaze to Imelda as she talked with them about watching their performances. Yet even as he focused on her, he couldn’t help but feel Ernesto’s gaze on both him and Imelda, as though he were waiting for something… probably for her to stop talking, so they could go home. And then after they’d said goodnight to Imelda, when Héctor had brought up how busy she tended to be and how he hoped she’d get to watch them tomorrow, Ernesto had rubbed his hand over his face and muttered something sarcastic in reply.

That hadn’t even been the first time Ernesto had acted like that, either. It had been going on for a while now… at least a few months, Héctor was pretty sure.

It was weird. They’d all been friends for ages, since they were kids, so why was Ernesto acting so strangely now?

Well, whatever. Héctor would try to not let it bother him too much. Though really, he couldn’t imagine why Ernesto wouldn’t like Imelda. She was really smart, and was a great singer and dancer, and she had the most beautiful voice… Wait, what were they doing again?

His foot jabbed into something, and just ahead, Ernesto yelped. “Ay! Watch where you’re going!” Glancing over his shoulder (and the guitar strapped to his back), Ernesto finally stopped and turned around. “Daydreaming again?”

“¿Qué? Oh, no, sorry! I was just… thinking… about… oh, maybe I was daydreaming.” He gave an embarrassed laugh.

Ernesto shrugged. “I daydream too—thinking about how you and I are going to be world-famous one day!” He grinned, and Héctor couldn’t help but smile with him—it was hard not to get excited when they talked about their grand dream. But then Ernesto’s smile turned into more of a smirk. “But I don’t do it in the middle of the road and bump into people with my giant feet.” With that he gave Héctor’s shoulder a playful shove and resumed walking.

“I don’t have giant feet!” he cried in protest, but found himself staring down at his shoes anyway as he resumed following Ernesto. They… weren’t really giant, were they? He looked between his own feet and Ernesto’s, realizing to his dismay that his were larger. Ay, he hoped Imelda hadn’t noticed.

“Don’t worry, hermanito, you’ll grow into them,” Ernesto replied, waving a hand dismissively. “Hopefully, anyway.”

Frowning, Héctor adjusted the guitar strap slung across his front as they continued down toward the plaza, staring down at the shadows they cast before them. He knew Ernesto was just teasing, but the worry still nagged at him—he knew he had a big nose and big ears, but having big feet on top of that? He must look ridiculous. Ugh, why was this bothering him, anyway? Focus—you’re going to go play for tips in the plaza again today. Think about that instead.

Confidently he strode up next to his friend’s left side and turned to look at him. “So… do you know if Imelda will be there, when we get to the plaza?”

Ernesto’s shoulders dropped, and he rubbed eyes exaggeratedly with his hand. “Héctor, why are you talking about her right now?”

There it was again! Ernesto didn’t like her! “She’s our friend, remember?” he retorted, tilting his head.

“Oh, sí, ‘our friend,’” Ernesto muttered. “Of course that’s what she is.”

“Uhh… yeah?” Héctor scratched the back of his head. “Why are you saying it like that?”

“Are you—?! Ay! Nevermind!” After tossing his hands up in exasperation, Ernesto dropped both his arms and the subject, like that was all that needed to be said.

Crossing his arms, Héctor walked in silence for a few paces before speaking again: “So you think she will be there, or…?”

“Ugh, no. She’s right there, at the fruit stall.”

“What—?!” Héctor whipped his head over, looking past Ernesto, and sure enough he spotted Imelda and her brothers talking to a vendor at a stall across the street. Her hair looked very nice today—for certain she had a new ribbon in it—and even though she was only out here shopping, she looked so pretty today! But as for him…

He looked down at himself, seeing a dirt stain on his pants from when he’d tripped earlier that day, and quickly stooped down to wipe at it. If Imelda looked nice, he should, too, right? But as he tried to brush the dirt off of his pants (to no avail), he found himself staring down at his feet again. They really were stupidly big—he hoped she didn’t notice.

Looking up to check, his gut clenched when he realized she had turned to look at him—staring right at him. Ay, what was he doing?! Quickly he picked up his pace and turned away, face flushing as he hoped Imelda really hadn’t noticed he was staring—

BANG!

Stars exploded in his vision with an eruption of pain as he staggered backward and fell, covering his face. He let out a howl, his hands muffling the noise, and doubled over as he tried to figure out just what on earth he’d done.

“Héctor?!” Ernesto was immediately at his side, stooping down. “Idiota, you walked right into the corner of a building!”

Normally Héctor might have tried to say something in defense, but as it was, he moaned into his hands as the intensity of the pain began to fade.

“Héctor, are you all right?”

Imelda. Of course she’d seen all that.

“Oh no, is that—”

“—blood?!”

…And her brothers had too, of course.

He could hear the wince in Ernesto’s voice: “Hooey, that’s… not good…”

“Move your hands, Héctor,” Imelda said, her voice gentle but urgent. “Let me see.”

Already feeling his face flushing again, Héctor pulled his hands away, only to realize his cheeks weren’t the only things that were red—his hands were covered in blood. “AY! Wh—what happened?!”

No sooner had the words left his tongue than he tasted the blood, and felt something was wrong in his mouth.

Oh… oh no.

Looking up past his hands, he saw Imelda and Ernesto both wincing away from him, while the twins both stooped down on either side of him, scrutinizing the dirt.

“Oh, there it is,” one of them said, while the other nodded gravely.

“The rest of it, anyway.”

Héctor looked down, and sure enough, past the drops of blood on the road was a large chunk of something white. Immediately he clamped his hands over his mouth, howling into them again in despair.

“Stop, you’re getting blood everywhere,” Ernesto said gently as he fished through his pockets. He pulled out a handkerchief, which Héctor readily took, wiping his hands and mouth on it before holding it against his gums, where most of his tooth was missing. “So much for playing in the plaza today…”

“Thorry…” Héctor slurred miserably, trying to speak around the wad of material he held in his mouth.

“That’s all right!” one of the twins—Óscar, he realized—piped up.

“¡Sí! You put on quite the show anyway!” Felipe agreed, grinning.

“You should have seen yourself!” Óscar went on.

“You looked away from Imelda and bam!” Felipe exclaimed, slapping one hand against another.

“Cállate, you two,” Imelda said, shoving both of her brothers simultaneously. But she glanced back at Héctor, biting her lip, and he shrank into himself, feeling his cheeks heat up again. “Héctor,” she went on. “You should—”

“I-I need to go home,” he stammered, shakily rising to his feet and taking off down the road. As he ran, he scrubbed at the frustrated tears that were blurring his vision.

Dios, he was such an idiot…

 ---~~~---

That night, Héctor stayed in his room in the tiny house he and Ernesto shared. He didn’t come out when Ernesto came home, and didn’t say anything when his friend suggested that he take a trip to the dentist. As if completely embarrassing himself in front of Imelda wasn’t bad enough—would he also have to go to a doctor? No, no thank you. He and Ernesto hadn’t been saving up their money just to waste it all on some doctor who probably wouldn’t even help.

Still, Ernesto wasn’t leaving just yet.

“Lo siento—I should have warned you before you walked into the corner,” he said, and he genuinely sounded upset. It didn’t make Héctor feel much better. “Do you want to come out?”

“No… it’sss all right,” Héctor replied, and immediately cringed at the way the gap in his teeth caused a whistling noise.

Ernesto snorted in amusement. “You sound like you did when you’d lost that one baby tooth.”

Héctor groaned. At least then it had only been a baby tooth, not a permanent one. He was fifteen, not a kid. Ugh, if this was what Ernesto thought of him, Imelda’s opinion couldn’t be much better…

“…I was only joking, hermanito. I… hope you feel better.”

Finally Ernesto left, and Héctor lay back on his bed, sighing. What was he going to do? He surely couldn’t keep going on like this, missing a front tooth. Could he even sing without whistling through the gap in his teeth? Ugh…

At least he’d stopped bleeding. He stared down at the bloody handkerchief in his hand, wincing at its appearance. Briefly he wondered if it could even be cleaned—he wasn’t sure Ernesto would want it back otherwise. There was so much red on it, it could practically pass for a red scarf.

A thought struck him, and he turned to look at a few clothing articles on his dresser…

---~~~---

The next morning, Ernesto knocked on his door again. “Buenas dias, hermanito,” he said. “Are you going to get that taken care of?”

“Sssí, don’t worry about it, Ernesssto,” he called out. “I’ll get it taken care of, and… and I-I’ll meet you around noon at the plaza.”

Apparently pacified, Ernesto left, and Héctor finally crept out of his room to eat breakfast and get himself ready. What he was about to do wasn’t ideal, but… hey, it was better than wasting money at a doctor. And continuing to look like an idiot with a gap in his teeth.

Close to noon, Héctor left the house to set his plan in action. Unfortunately it… didn’t seem to be going as well as he’d hoped, if the odd glances from the people around were anything to go by. But… well… better than how he’d looked the day prior.

As he neared the plaza, a familiar figure came into view—Ernesto had apparently gotten impatient, even though it wasn’t quite noon yet. He moved down the street in quick strides, but stopped dead when he noticed Héctor. Héctor grinned sheepishly, though he knew Ernesto couldn’t see it, and waved.

“Hola, Ernessto,” he said, voice muffled from the red bandana that covered his mouth.

“What is this?!” Ernesto cried, charging up to him. “You told me you were going to fix it!”

“I did,” Héctor replied, straightening his back and gesturing to his mouth. “Now no one will sssee it.”

Ernesto rolled his eyes. “And no one will hear you, either. Héctor, that’s not a solution! You can’t sing like this!”

“I can… play guitar, ssstill?”

For a brief moment Ernesto looked like he was considering the option, but he shook himself. “Héctor, no, you can’t be seri—”

“Héctor?” And there was Imelda, standing down the street and staring at him in bewilderment. Her brothers, like before, were with her, adjusting their glasses to get a better look at him, and then both of them snickering.

Suddenly Héctor felt like this idea… may not have been the best one.

After shooting her brothers a warning glance, Imelda quickly approached her friends, and Ernesto took a step back with an exaggerated eye-roll. She ignored it. “Why are you wearing that?”

“I—um… I was just… f-fixing the problem?” he said, shrinking back as Imelda examined him. He was keenly aware of the frown on her face, and suddenly wished he’d stayed home.

“That’s not fixing the problem,” Imelda said firmly, and the disapproving look made him feel like he would shrink into the floor.

“Oh,” was all he could say, taking another step back.

Her gaze softened. “Héctor… are you all right?” she asked.

“He knocked out his tooth yesterday, in case you didn’t notice,” Ernesto muttered, and Imelda gave him a look.

“Other than that.”

“I… uh.” Héctor knocked his knuckles together, unable to meet Imelda’s gaze. “I… lo sssiento. I’ve just… been… worried that I looked… ssstupid… to you.”

Sighing, Ernesto stepped away. “I’ll leave you two to sort this out,” he said, and moved to lean against a nearby building, his arms crossed.

“Stupid?” Imelda repeated, furrowing her brow. “Why do you think that?”

He kicked his (stupidly big) feet, staring down at them. “Just… I look really ssstupid. And… I do ssstupid ssstuff—” and sound stupid with this hiss…! “ —I d-didn’t mean to ssstare at you, or… walk into the wall.”

“Oh,” Imelda said, and he winced, stealing a glance at her. He’d expected her to look at him in disapproval, but instead she had turned away, rubbing her cheek and appearing… flustered? That was strange. “I… hadn’t realized you were staring.” Shaking her head, she looked back at him, seeming calm again. “But I know you didn’t mean to walk into the wall. That wasn’t stupid, that was just ridiculous.”

…Well… okay, ridiculous isn’t as bad as stupid.

“This, however,” she tugged at his bandana, loosening it from around his face, “is stupid.”

Héctor gave an embarrassed—but genuine—laugh, allowing her to pull the cloth away. “Yeah, that… probably wasssn’t the besst idea. …Sssorry, Imelda.”

“Don’t worry about it. Come with me.” And without warning, she grabbed him by the hand, taking him down the street.

For a moment Héctor’s brain went blank in shock, but he soon found himself squeezing her hand back, his feet stumbling to keep up with her. “Uh, sssí! Sssure thing, Imelda!” Any embarrassment in him was chased away by a pleasant warmth, but it took him a minute to realize that she hadn’t exactly stated what their destination was. “Wait, wait, where are we going?”

“To the dentist.”

“…WHAT?!”

All the good feelings were suddenly gone, replaced with a deep terror in the pit of his stomach. Immediately Héctor tried to pull away, but Imelda held on tighter. “ERNESSSTO!” he cried, turning back to look at his friend. “¡AYUDAME!”

To his relief, Ernesto approached them, eyeing Imelda, who stopped in her tracks. “Let him go, Imelda.”

After a moment, Imelda let go of Héctor’s hand, and he drooped in relief, not immediately noticing as Ernesto stepped up to him. “Gracias, herman—ooooOOO!”

And Ernesto hoisted him up into the air, slinging him over his shoulder, and resumed marching the way Imelda had been dragging him in the first place.

“NOOO!” he cried, squirming to break free of Ernesto’s grasp, but Ernesto held him firm. “You betrayed me!”

“It’s for your own good, hermanito.”

Imelda, meanwhile, grinned up at him. “If you’re so scared of going to the dentist, I could always ask my brothers to help.”

“Oh, ¡Sí!” Óscar called, and Héctor realized they’d been following a short distance behind.

Felipe hurried to his brother’s side. “We’ve been working on inventing a new kind of glue—”

“That could probably be used on bones, like teeth.”

“Possibly!”

“Ideally!”

“If you still have that tooth you knocked out—”

“No! ¡No gracias!” Héctor called, horrified at the idea of them attempting to glue his original tooth back into his mouth. But Ernesto laughed, as did Imelda, and for a moment, Héctor forgot about his fear of the dentist, and his worry about money.

It was… really nice to hear Imelda laugh.

He’d like to hear that more often.

[eyesupmarksman]

Ice Cream Asks

literally no one asked me to do this but i’m depressed and bored so--

Chocolate: When was your first kiss?

22 (technically 18, but I’m not counting it shh)

French Vanilla: How old are you?

24, but feel 80!

Cotton Candy: Three places you want to travel to?

Berlin, Rome, anywhere along the Amalfi Coast where I can be boujee

Strawberry: A language you wish you could speak?

I want to be better at Irish. We learn it here from 4 years old to about 17/18, and not a single person in Ireland can string a sentence together (it’s taught so badly within school). I was so bad at it. But I feel like I’m getting better now. 

Coffee: Favourite cosmetic brands?

None. I don’t wear makeup lmao

Mint Chocolate Chip: Indoors or outdoors?

If it’s a nice day, outdoors. But I live in Ireland. So it’s never a nice day.

Cookie Dough: Do you play any instruments?

Violin (but very badly lol)

Rocky Road: Favourite songs at the moment?

Setting Sun - Lord Huron / Cloudbusting - Kate Bush / Anything Novo Amor has Ever Composed

Butter Pecan: Favourite songs for life?

Dinner and Diatribes - Hozier / Attica - Hailaker / Thus Always To Tyrants - The Oh Hellos

Cheesecake: What's your zodiac sign?

Aquarius

Toasted Coconut: The beach or the pool?

Beach. I can’t swim so I ain’t going near the water lmao

Chocolate Chip: What's your most popular post?

It’s a post I made about being slightly annoyed of people comparing Hozier to Hades when he’s clearly Lugh, the Irish pagan warrior entity symbolising the arts and law

Bubblegum: books or movies?

D: Movies. Books. Books. Movies. Movies--

Pistachio: manga or anime?

Neither tbh

Salted Caramel: Favourite Movies?

Children of Men by Alfonzo Cuaron (not the happiest film, but an amazing film) / The Man from U.N.C.L.E by Guy Ritchie / Rogue One by Gareth Edwards (the superior of the Star Wars films don’t @ Me) 

Birthday Cake: Favourite books?

Lovely War by Julie Berry (I CRIED) / All That Remains by Dr. Sue Black (if you like bones and death, it’s very interesting!) / Mythos by Stephen Fry (I like Greek Mythology. I like Stephen Fry. Need I say more?)

Moose Tracks: Favourites for manga?

I’ve never read any D:

Orange Sherbet: Favourites for anime?

Never seen any (or any that I can remember)

Peanut butter: Favourite academic subject?

I did an English and History degree so either-or. 

Black Raspberry: Do you have any pets?

I have an English Cocker spaniel called Leo, and three horses (fully owned by me) called Kaliban, Sysaro, and Romeo. There’s another horse on loan to me called Dante (or Danny) and he’s an actual demon from the nine circles of hell--

Mango: When and why did you start your blog?

2012 (gross). I don’t...really know.

Mocha: Ideal weather conditions?

Sun’s out (gun’s out), with a slight breeze. I cannot COPE with heat. I need a breeze lol

Black Cherry: Four words that describe you?

Funny (I think I’m funny); Independent (too much so for my own good); Dependable (again, too much for my own good); emotionally-compromised (oop)

Neapolitan: Things that stress you out?

Anything and everything.

Raspberry Truffle: Favourite kind of music?

Indie-Alternative-Rock ???

Chocolate Marshmallow: Favourite brands of candy?

I don’t really eat candy anymore, but I am partial to a good Dairymilk chocolate bar.

Toffee: A card game that you're good at?

Coup. It’s a game about lying. And I am very good at lying to people’s faces. 

Lemon Custard: Do you eat breakfast?

I make sure to eat food in the morning...does that count?

Dark chocolate: Turn-ons?

Humour. Be able to make me laugh, to be honest...

Fudge: Turn-offs?

Arrogance and ignorance. The two tend to go hand in hand. Also a pure lack of communication skills. 👀👀👀

Peach: How do you relax?

Shower. A long shower. I’m talking like a chunk of time just standing under some water. Or going for a walk. 

Praline: A popular book you haven't read yet?

Anything from Rick Riordan (if my friend sees this she’ll fucking kill me oh my god). I have every intention of reading it, but I just never did. 

Superman: Do you like sweaters?

I’m so picky with sweaters. Prefer hoodies.

Cherry: do you drink tea or coffee?

Neither. Tea is just hot water and coffee gives me a major migraine. 

Dulce de Leche: An instrument you wish you could play?

My violin (because it’s originally my grandfather’s (who has long since passed away) and I restored it). I’m so bad at it. Or the piano. I don’t have the dexterity for it.

Blackberry: Have you ever laughed so hard you cried?

Oh absolutely. I’ve also cried so hard that I’ve laughed.

Ginger: A new feature you wish tumblr could have?

Idk just fix it pls

Blueberry Lemon: Favourite blogs?

@frrankzhang / @duelling / @dutifullygranddragon /

Almond: Favourite mean girls quote?

Boo, you whore.

Butterscotch: What colour are your nails right now?

Naked. I don’t wear nail polish or any makeup :I

Cinnamon: Have you ever been confessed to?

I, very stupidly, made myself everyone’s therapist for a long time so absolutely. I know too many things about too many people. 

Blue Moon: Have you ever had a crush on someone?

Yup.

Cappuccino Crunch: Do you take naps?

Everyday. We love that Hypothyroidism and anaemic life ✌🏻

Mint: The most embarrassing thing you've ever done?

There’s so many...Idk, thought that I would have my life in order by 24 haha 😬

Brownie Batter: Do you like sushi?

Yesss, but it has to be from a specific place

Key Lime: where do you want to be right now?

Anywhere that’s away from where I’m living rn--

Red Velvet: do you wear prescription glasses?

Yup! I didn’t for a long time and I went into my local eye doctor’s because whenever I would use my laptop or the screens at work, I had to squint and come really close to it. It also gave me a very bad headache. Turns out I got a astigmatism in one eye!

Green Tea: favourite flavours of ice cream?

Vanilla (but if it’s going to be that plain, it has to be a good vanilla) or chocolate. I’m also partial to some caramel but sometimes it can be a bit too sweet.

original post with questions

[timelords-angel-is-sherlocked]

Hot Cocoa (ladynoir) - Day 2

It was a particularly bad day for Adrien. He had to miss half of school for a stupid solo photoshoot he didn’t want to do. The photographer kept scolding for not paying complete attention. Despite how hard Adrien tried to pose and look stupidly perfect, but his mind kept drifting to the most recent akuma attack. His classmates were so close to being gravely injured by chunks of the ceiling but thankfully Ladybug swooped in just at the right moment to lasso them out of harm’s way.

“Adrien, pay attention. Just two more wardrobe changes and you will be set free,” he scolded.

“Yes, of course. My apologies, I will concentrate harder.” This seemed to please the man.

An hour and a half later, Adrien sat at the dinner table. His food was starting to get cold, but his father promised he would join him tonight. So Adrien waited. And waited.

“Your father will not be joining you tonight,” Nathalie confirmed once a solid 20 minutes have passed.

“Then I will be retiring to my room. Please do not disturb me, I have much school work to catch up on since I wasn’t there.” Adrien kept his face impassive to mirror Nathalie and stormed up the stairs to his room. He knew it wasn’t her fault, but it was starting to eat away at Adrien. When was the last time he had an actual conversation with his father? A month?

My Lady <3: My ladybug senses are tingling. How is my kitty fairing?

Adrien’s scowl disappeared off his face when he read the message. Not too long ago, he was able to convince Ladybug to download this messaging app. No numbers required. She finally agreed, saying it would be useful to inform each other of patrol times. It was hardly ever about patrols.

My Kitty ^-^: He feels as if he has been kicked to the curb and left out in the cold :(

They agreed they would keep their civilian lives as private as possible, but even those lines started to blur regularly. He didn’t mind it of course, but he could tell that it made Ladybug anxious any time anything too specific was said.

My Lady <3: Regular spot in let’s say… half-hour?

Do I need to feed my poor stray kitten? ;)

My Kitty ^-^: Half-hour is purrfect.

He is full with the amount of love you have given him, but some food will be appreciated, pawlease

My Lady <3: See you soon, Chat <3

Adrien has pretty much forgotten all about his horrible mood.

“Ladybug?” She turned around, eyebrows furrowed. Alya and Nino were sitting at a table happily chatting away until they saw Ladybug of all people walk in.

“Alya, Nino?” She looked around in confusion then looked down at herself. In the midst of trying to get everything ready for her impromptu outing with Chat, she forgot to detransform.

“You going out with Chat?” She gestured to the picnic basket. She had her phone ready but decided not to film.

“Yes. And I completely forgot to change back. I was going to buy us dinner real quick. I don’t even have pockets in this thing for my money! And if I change and come back, I’m pretty sure you’ll figure out who I am. Ugh,” she groaned at her situation.

“This sounds like something my friend, Marinette would totally do.” The three laughed at the joke and Ladybugs face burned red. “I’ve got you. Superhero to superhero,” she whispered.

“Thanks a bunch, Alya.” The three sat at a table and everyone kept glancing over at the red and black hero. They talked about the American fast-food restaurant they were in - McDonald’s - until the order was ready. About a dozen pictures and autographs later, Ladybug was ready to head out.

“Girl, you know I love you, but can I have a picture for the blog?” Marinette knew Alya was gonna at some point and gladly took the selfie with just her at first, then Nino, then the three of them at the same time.

“Little kitty on the roof, all alone without his lady…”

“Chat?”

“My Lady!” He hugs her and spins her in the air before pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I was started to wonder if you had forgotten about me.”

“How could I forget you, mon amour?” She pulls him into a warm kiss and he gladly melts into it. Once her hands found his hair, he started to purr.

“What’s in the basket?” Although he loved kissing his lady, he could smell something delicious in the basket.

“Many things.”

They were on top of the Arc de Triomphe, somewhat hidden from the citizens of Paris. Ladybug reached into the picnic basket and pulled out a couple of blankets. One to lay on and two for cuddling. She then pulled out the McDonald’s and Chat’s face glowed at that.

“I forgot to transform before I went in. Alya was there thankfully and help me out. I took a bunch of pictures and autographs before I managed to escape,” she giggled at her partner’s face which was full of awe.

“You did that all for me? I’m furrtunate that you were able to leave in one piece. There were no boys getting close to you right? Because if they were-” Ladybug cut him off with another kiss.

“Oh, my smitten kitten.” She left a chaste kiss on his nose and his tail swept behind him playfully. He loved it when she called him her kitten. He also loved it when they got unhealthy food because he knew it would drive his father absolutely mad if he knew.

They ate while they were comfortably snuggled up next to each other. They did their best to meet up at least once a week for a little date like this one, but their schedules have been all over the place with school projects.

“Was it your father?” She asks once the food is finished. She reaches over and pulls out two thermoses filled with hot cocoa and hands one to her partner.

“Yeah,” he admits. “I get he’s super busy with the company and junk, but I’m his son. Ever since my mom died, I’ve only seen a ghost of him. I don’t know my father anymore. The last time we spoke face to face must have been last month.” Chat cuddled closer to his lady to feel her warmth and presence.

“I’m sorry Chaton.” She once again started playing with his hair and the little spot by his ears that she knew he liked. “I love you as much as you love hot cocoa.” He smiled at that.

“How do you make it taste so… homey?” He took another long, wistful drink. “You must share the recipe with me Bugaboo.” He tilts his head up to look at her and they share a loving look.

“It’s a family recipe. Once we’re married, you can ask my mom for it.” Realizing what she had said, Ladybug ducked her head in embarrassment. Both of their faces were flushed. They always tip-toed around their identities and the future, but Chat knew his lady wanted to marry him. This was when they were their most real, after all.

“Does your family take in strays?” He smirked at her and she rolled her eyes playfully.

“No one knows I’m Ladybug. Not you or my mom or my dad or my best friend. How can I show off my handsome boyfriend when I don’t even know who he is?” She took hold of his hand and ran her thumb over his ring. A shiver ran down his spine. They were almost always adamant about avoiding touching each other’s miraculous. It was personal in a weird way. “My parents would take it in stride, I think. They would understand why I didn’t tell them.”

“Just as I understand,” he mumbled quietly.

“Maybe I don’t understand anymore. I want to be there for you, Chaton. Always. I feel like we’re sneaking around. I get that I’m the one who put the rule in place but I don’t want to do this anymore. I want to show my parents what an amazing guy you are and bake cookies with you and walk home with you after school. What if we go to the same school? I-”

“If we reveal ourselves, right now,” Chat held her gaze steadily and looked serious for once, “will your mom pawssibly make me hot cocoa every day?” She laughed at him and shook her head fondly.

“Tikki?” She spoke to her kwami.

“Plagg?” Chat emulated.

“Spots off.”

“Claws in.”

For five heartbeats they both remained unlooking. This was it. They were going to reveal themselves. Adrien looked first.

“Marinette?” He was a bit surprised when he saw that freckled face up close but soon was over the moon with join. “Marinette!” He stood up and pulled her up with him.

“Adrien? No way!” They embraced each other tightly. They couldn’t believe their luck! For some reason, the kiss that followed was the most intimate one they’ve shared. 

After one look at Adrien’s pleading face from right above her daughter’s, Sabine caved in and made him her secret hot cocoa. She didn’t question how he knew it tasted different than the one served in the bakery, because in a way she already knew. She didn’t even flinch at how easily they kissed and fit into each other because she had seen the same loving looks on Ladybug and Chat Noir. Sabine walked over to her husband who took her in an enthusiastic hug and kissed her passionately. She was happy for her daughter and Adrien. And when they were ready, they could tell her how they started dating. But Sabine already knew, so she didn’t ask for details.

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If There Ever Was a Perfect Couple, This One Qualifies//Seblaine.

Para: If There Ever Was a Perfect Couple, This One Qualifies

Rating: PG.

Pairing: Seblaine.

When: Sunday, April 5, 2020. Early evening.

Location: Sebastian's Cambridge Apartment.

Notes: An evening in with Seblaine.

Warnings: Pineapple on pizza. Also, Blaine still can’t stop thinking of futures and weddings..

Blaine’s POV: 

Blaine hummed lightly to himself as he cut up little pieces of ham for the homemade pizza he was making for his and Sebastian's dinner. Normally it was bacon and onion for Seb but, his boyfriend was insistent that Blaine make them his favorite for once. He had to admit as he popped a fresh piece of pineapple into his mouth that he wasn’t upset by this idea. He absently threw a piece of the freshly cut ham to Ras who gobbled it up, but left Blaine alone after that with the promise of more later. Then Blaine even offered Freya a little chunk of pineapple. She sniffed it, turned up her nose giving him a distasteful look but, as soon as Blaine dropped it to the hardwood floor she snatched it up and sauntered away, disappearing out to the balcony patio. Because of course she wouldn’t want to eat the fruit out his hand. 

He was so focused on saucing the pizza crust with his own homemade version of BBQ that he jumped a little when long slender fingers reached over and snatched a piece of ham followed by a chunk of the pineapple. 

“Hey, hey. Stop that, Seb. You’ll ruin your dinner!” He laughed pushing Seb’s hand away playfully, looking up at his freshly showered boyfriend's signature smirk as he popped the two pieces of food into his mouth. His light brown hair, still wet and swept back so that Blaine could see the mischievous smirk in all its glory. And his stomach did the same little flip it always did in times like this when he was reminded that he got to love this man for the rest of his life, no matter how short that may be. The little butterflies that stirred whenever Seb was around started to flutter when he let himself think of a future like this. Maybe one where they both wore silver rings on their heart fingers and got to call themselves Mister and Mister. He sighed and mentally shook his head. Damn Sam for putting that freaking idea into his head. He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it since last weekend’s Skype call. He made sure to give Sam some hell when they spoke on the phone a few days ago.

“It’ll taste much better once it’s all done, you know.” He rolled his eyes and went back to his cooking, trying not to focus too much on Sebastian's so that he could get his thoughts in check. He’d probably fail.

Sebastian’s POV:

Sebastian’s week had been a little hectic. He had been in the office everyday, going over court records and interviews, sitting in with the client his team was working with for a big case their professor was on. When Sebastian had won one of the coveted intern spots, Blaine had clapped and sang “So Much Better” from the Legally Blonde musical before covering his face and hands in kisses. Seb had smiled for days when he would think of the memory.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t as fun or effortless as Elle Woods made it seem, he was just an irritating mix of tired yet over caffeinated. It had been two weeks and Seb and the team of interns weren’t finding any new leads. The professor they were supporting was getting more and more aggravated every day. Seb had actually been asked to leave earlier in the week because of his attitude. God, if his dad found out he was going to get fucking reemed. Sebastian was great at law school and had awesome grades and an intimidating reputation but, he was just...exhausted. 

Blaine coming over to cook a fresh pizza was a welcome respite from the piles of documents and the harsh blue glow of laptop screens and the trite moaning of Harvard law students. He took a hot shower, scrubbed his skin with a body elixir that Blaine had made for when he was stressed. The scent of ink and stale coffee fell from his skin and was replaced by notes of chamomile tea and fresh french lavender. He threw on an old Lacrosse tee shirt and some grey sweats before he followed the smell of pineapple to the kitchen. Sebastian could see Blaine working hard on the meal. It was a nice scene, he looked serene and in place. He popped a few of the ingredients into his mouth and giggled. 

“My dinner won’t be ruined. I’m starving. I haven’t had much besides crappy coffee lately.” Sebastian sneaked one more chunk of pineapple with a little laugh before he threw it up and caught it in his mouth. “This looks great, by the way.” He hopped up so that he was sitting on the counter opposite of his boyfriend and the ingredients. “How’re things? Feel like I’ve been stupidly busy lately.”

Blaine’s POV:

“Thanks, Seb. It’s not too fancy, but, I personally can’t wait to eat either.” Blaine sighed as he listened to Sebastian’s words of being busy and turned to put the rather incredible looking pizza into the preheated oven. He was pretty proud of this one, he had to admit. He closed the oven door and opened the refrigerator to retrieve two beers, one for him and one for Sebastian. They were fancy IPA’s that had some extreme name like Harpoon Leviathan and Blaine had to laugh to himself as he opened the tops of both and made his way over to Sebastian. He pressed himself into the space between Sebastian’s long legs and handed one of the IPA’s to his boyfriend and took a swig of his own, the coldness soothing as he swallowed. He tipped up onto toes and pressed a kiss to Seb’s lips before settling back down and leaning into Seb. His guy smelled like relaxation and it made Blaine smile that he was using his concoctions. 

“You have been. But, you’ve done great things lately and should be so proud of yourself. I know, it’s all discouraging right now but, think of what you’ve done as a win, yeah?” He smiled and pressed his head into Sebastian’s chest.

He could feel the exhaustion rolling off of the taller man in waves and wished for a moment that Sebastian was a little bit more open with Blaine using more magic on him. Sure, he allowed tonics and elixirs and enhanced tea sometimes. But, there was a slim chance that he’d let him brew something stronger to help him sleep or that he’d let him use healing magic from his hands at all. He didn’t need to be physically hurt to do that, mentally exhausted would be grounds for some healing but Seb was stubborn and still a little nervous when it came to magic. Blaine couldn’t blame him. He tried anyway.

“You should let me heal you tonight.” He mumbled into Seb’s chest. His beer clutched in his hand, pressed against his own chest. “It would help with your whole attitude and refresh you. I promise I won’t hurt you, you know that, right?”

Sebastian’s POV:

Sebastian kissed his boyfriend, took a swig from the beer and inspected the label. It was slightly sweet and carmelly on the back of his tongue. “I know I’m doing well,” He ran his fingers up and down Blaine’s spine as he talked. “It’s just that point in the year where everything sort of swells.” Sebastian shrugged his shoulders and took another drink. “I’m sure your lessons are just as intense.” 

Seb ran a hand through his hair and stretched his back a little bit. He wasn’t scared that Blaine’s magic would hurt him, that wasn’t the problem. He was worried that he’d get attached and want to be healed or relaxed or wound up all of the time, that he would rely on the magic like a drug. Sebastian knew enough about himself to know that he had an addictive streak. He partied a lot when he was younger and made a lot of questionable decisions when he was living in Paris. “B, I know that you wouldn’t hurt me. I mean, I rarely even take Tylenol. Just coffee and the occasional cigarette for me. Sometimes we drink, obviously.” Sebastian really didn’t drink as much as he used to, he didn’t need to go out and party anymore. The two of them had even slowed down a bit from when they first got together and Sebastian was a nervous wreck who wanted to impress. 

 He shrugged his shoulders, chewed on his bottom lip and felt his cheeks redden with the slight heat of embarrassment. “I don’t want to make things all serious. I appreciate the offer, I always do. Just make me some tea before bed.” He cleared his throat and took another drink, the sweet taste a little more bitter now. “Tell me something new going on with you. There’s gotta be something witchy and interesting happening.”

Blaine’s POV:

Blaine shrugged, sure, he was busy. His father had taken to teaching him about cursed artifacts and Blaine was constantly in fear that he’d bring some curse home with him unknowingly. Lucky for him he was pretty intuitive and could usually sense something off. Plus, he was a good student, he paid attention even when he wanted to be playing music or anything else. He wasn’t really into the darker parts of magic. But, he knew he needed to pay attention. He needed to know how to fight the bad things off if they came for him or anyone he loved. He looked pointedly at Sebastian. “Sure, but it’s nothing you want to know about, trust me.”

Blaine could practically see the internal struggle as his boyfriend contemplated his offer. He knew he was going to say no, could feel it even as he offered it. But, he felt he needed to try. Sebastian worked so hard for everything and here Blaine was with a way to relax him and keep him sane. He wasn’t supposed to, of course, magic was for witches and potions and elixirs were for their human hunters who needed it from all the nightmares they were forced to see while in the field. He remembered Hunter’s fondness for Nightmare Stealing Sleeping Draughts. But it wasn’t for “normal” humans like Sebastian. But, Seb was Blaine’s and Blaine would do anything to keep him comfortable and safe. He chewed on his lip as he listened to him talk. 

Blaine sat his beer next to Seb’s thigh and reached up and cupped Seb’s heated cheeks and gave him a comforting soft smile. “Sure, Seb. You know I’d never use it on you without your consent again unless something were seriously wrong.” Blaine could count on one hand the number of times he’d used magic on Sebastian without asking first in the last year and a half. Seb knew about them now and was good with it,  but they made Blaine’s stomach drop thinking about them. The worst was their first night together Blaine had made Sebastian stay asleep so Sebastian wouldn’t wake up as he tried to cut him out of his life, and it had happened once on a date in public when Seb’s anxieties had taken over. And once more with some magical pomegranate that had led to a pretty intense and sexual night. The latter two weren’t so bothersome as Blaine mostly was calming the room where they were in one, and Sebastian had told him he ‘really enjoyed’ the night of the magical pomegranate. However, the first night still bothered him a little. He cleared his throat and tried not to think about it.

“Just know that the offer is there if you ever change your mind. And know that I wouldn’t overdo it. I just want you to be happy and comfortable. Tea it is. I’ll make sure to use my best batch of chamomile tonight.” He gave a grin trying to ease Sebastian’s apparent embarrassment before reaching and taking another swig of the sweet beer. He could stay in this position forever, the scent of sweet pizza and the pressure of Sebastian's legs resting beside him. His arms loosely around Sebastian. Forever reminded him of his conversation with Sam which reminded him that he did, in fact, have something to talk to Seb about. 

“Oh! Yes, I do have something going on. Not really witchy or anything but, remember how I told you my Skype with Sam was useless?” He blushed involuntarily thinking about marriage and children and Sam’s teasing him about Seb.  “Like, he couldn’t decide on a date or anything? Well, he called me on the phone yesterday and he’s picked a date finally. He’ll be in Ohio for Halloween to spend time with his family and then he'll be here in Boston the second week of November. He’d only be around a week and half so, we’ll still get to go to your mom’s for Thanksgiving.” He smiled, a little excited at the thought of Sam getting to meet Seb and wondering what Sebastian would  make of his eccentric best friend. “I’ve missed him so much the last few years, I have to admit I’m excited. You're either gonna love him or think he’s the weirdest person ever. Maybe a mix.”

Sebastian's POV:

“I know, B. I trust you. Not to sound cliche but, honestly, it’s not you. It’s me.” Sebastian gave a small smile and leaned in to give Blaine a kiss. “I’m perfectly fine with tea. I’ve grown a little fond of it, actually.” He finished his beer and set the glass bottle down on the counter beside his thigh. “Oh? He finally made a decision? That’s great. He’s uh, getting a hotel right?” Sebastian arched an eyebrow. The apartment was his, sure, but, Blaine basically lived there. He didn’t want any strangers getting the wrong idea. Seb didn’t even want Hunter spending the night as much as he did. He was very particular about his space.  “No cowboy boots under my couch, no thank you.” 

He cleared his throat and waved his hands, god he probably sounded so fucking rude. “Oh, yeah, I know you’ve missed him!” Sebastian already had a feeling he was going to find Sam a little hard to handle. He seemed like the living embodiment of an untrained, hyper dog wrapped up in a package that looked like a golden, all-american Thunder god. “But, this is a DC household. Thor needs to stay somewhere else. Not that I think you’d do that without my input. I sound like a total douche, right now, don’t I?” Sebastian poked Blaine in the side. “I bet he and Hunter would get along great,though.”

Blaine’s POV:

Blaine let out a laugh and kissed Sebastian back. “Yeah, yeah. But, I do understand. Just remember what I said. Anytime. And if you ever want it, then I’ll never use it. Unless, you know, dire.” He grinned at the compliment, pleased that he could get the man that only ever drank coffee or iced tea to drink his special blends. He looked up when Seb asked if Sam was getting a hotel, the oven timer going off giving him the chance to tease his boyfriend a little for being mildly rude. He furrowed his brow a little exaggeratedly and turned to the oven before speaking. “Oh, I mean, I already told him he could stay with us that week. I mean, why would he waste all that money on a hotel when you have a perfectly good sectional right in the living room.” He paused for dramatics as he put the oven mitt on before pulling the pizza out. The sizzling cheese is the only sound in the kitchen. He turned to put it on a cooling pad on the counter and shot Seb a glance. His boyfriend seemed to be somewhere between shock and trying to figure out a way to tell Blaine he’d overstepped. He couldn’t really keep it up after that.

“Oh my gods, of course he’s getting a hotel, Seb. This is your house! I’m like the exception to the rule here. I know you don’t even like Hunter lounging around on the sofa, why would I invite my overly enthusiastic friend to sleep here without your permission.” He shook his head as he cut the pizza up. “No, Sam will be staying about five minutes away, silly.” He rolled his eyes, concentrating on cutting up the slices, still smiling to himself at Seb’s face. “You only sound a little douchey, but, hey, I get it and I still love you.” He kissed the tip of Seb’s nose for emphasis. “Of course I’d never do that. You know it, too.” He handed Sebastian his plate and grabbed both of their beers motioning for him to follow him to said sofa and tucked himself into the arm, his legs curled under him. Some true crime drama already queued up for the evening. 

“For the record, my dear,  know you love Diana Prince almost as much as you love me but,  this is a Marvel house when I want it to be a Marvel house. Captain America is too important to me for you to take that away.” He winked, knowing that he probably loved Nightwing and Wonder Woman almost as much as Capt but, he liked the teasing anyway because Steve was his favorite. “Thor will be just fine at the Hotel.” He smiled and took a bite of his pizza, which was fantastic before reaching over and giving Seb’s thigh a little squeeze to show everything was in jest.

 “I’m sure Sam and Buffy would actually get along pretty great now that you mention it. They’re both ridiculous.” he stated in response to Hunter. He grinned at his joke.  He loved this, this feeling of contentedness. Once again, he found he could stay like this forever. He was utterly happy in this moment and his smile probably showed it. He reached out and took Seb’s hand in his, bringing it to his lips and placed a kiss against his knuckles. He grinned against his hand before gently putting it down in favor of the remote. “Eat your dinner, dear.”

Sebastian’s POV:

Sebastian raised his eyebrows and stared at Blaine for a minute. He knew he had to be joking. “Yeah, yeah.” He hopped off of the counter and followed the other man into the living room. “Well, I love you back. I’m weird about my space. You’re the only person that I don’t get annoyed with. That’s a pretty high honor.” 

He settled into the couch and held on to his plate, the warmth from the pizza comforting against his cool skin. “We’re a house divided then. This must be how people who like different baseball teams feel.” Seb nudged Blaine’s arm playfully. “Buffy….he wishes. He will never have that level of style. God bless Sarah Michelle.” Sebastian smiled as Blaine gently kissed his hand. He chewed on his pizza and lifted one hand in faux praise in regards to Sarah. But really, Seb knew that Hunter worked insanely hard and was good at his job but couldn’t let himself get too mushy about his best friend. He was too tired for any more emotions that day. “This is awesome. Good job,B.” Sebastian kicked his legs up onto the coffee table and started his second slice as the dramatic opening music of their show filled the apartment.

/fin.