#where everything absolutely sucked and had to pretend to be a captain. and then have to calculate how to come back from that au by riding a+

[ilovefredjones]

tilly is doing too much to be a cadet goddamn

[pitchsidestories]

Scrapbook memories II Grace Clinton x Reader

romantic masterlist | platonic masterlist | word count: 1654

summary: Reader who plays for Lyon surprises her girlfriend Grace by appearing at a dinner with the fellow Lionesses in England. requested

author's note: Hi, we started writing this before Mary Earps international retirement and Millie Bright’s withdrawal from the Euros, which is why they still appear in the story. We hope you don’t mind and still like it regardless.<3

disclaimer: everything in this fanfiction is purely fictional and nothing corresponds to reality.

You were convinced that what made the English Women’s National Team so special was their team spirit. There was something magical about how every player genuinely cared for one another. You absolutely adored it.

To keep that connection strong, the team often organised casual team nights together. They were always full of laughter, good food, and even better conversations but since you had left the WSL to play for Lyon, you often missed out on most of those nights. But tonight, you decided that it was time to join.

This time, it all took place at Alex Greenwoods place. Just a relaxed dinner with all the Lionesses.

Alex was busy, stirring pots and seasoning dishes while Lauren and Jess chopped vegetables at the counter.

“Y/n is late, as usual.”, Alex said, pausing for a moment as she glanced over the crowd filling her flat.

“I was on time. At the wrong door but on time.”, Lauren chimed in, gesturing a little too wildly with her knife, causing Alex to suck in a breath and widen her eyes.

Jess laughed: “That’s so typical for you, Hempo. You always do that.”

The she turned sharply: “Millie, no! No snacking yet.”

She tried to bat away Millie Brights hand who had managed to successfully steal a piece of raw carrot from the chopping board.

Millie rolled her eyes, stealing a carrot anyway: “It takes forever for you girls to cook. The Arsenal girls are already bored.”

She pointed her thumb over her shoulder toward the living room where most of the other players were caught up in some small talk.

“Children, behave,” Alex warned playfully. “And no, Leah, we won’t have any ham sandwiches. They taste like nothing.”

“Excuse me?”, the team captain who had just walked in said, pretending to be offended.

From the living room, Beth called out: “But she won’t eat real adult food.”

“It’s adult f-…”, Leah started, then cut herself off and quickly looked around for help, “Grace, come here. Stop looking at the door. You agree with me, right?”

“What?”, Grace asked, torn from her own thoughts, only reluctantly turning to the blond defender.

“We need your opinion on ham sandwiches.”, Leah repeated impatiently.

“I have no opinion on them.”, Grace replied, smiling but clearly confused by the interaction.

Alex clapped her hands once with authority: “We’re done cooking. Everyone out of my kitchen.”

All the players were scrambling to their seats as Alex carried dishes to the table. Only Grace hung back, still preoccupied with her own thoughts.

You walked straight into the chaos that had erupted around the giant dinner table, and you immediately felt a warmth in your chest that reminded you of home.

“Hi. Sorry, I know I’m late again, but I brought those gorgeous flowers for the hostess.”, you said and greeted Alex with a hug and a quick kiss to her cheek.

The defender took a moment to admire the tasteful bouquet in her hands before turning her attention back to you. “Oh, you just know how to impress a girl.”

“You’re welcome. It’s great to have you back in the team, Al.”, you replied, gently squeezing her shoulder.

She chuckled warmly: “Glad to be back.”

“Now that we’re complete, we can finally start eating,” Alessia said.

You were genuinely grateful to be reunited with the familiar faces who, over time, had become like a second family. After everything you'd been through together, on and off the pitch, they were your people.

And yet, even in this comforting chaos, your eyes were searching for the woman you loved most.

You rarely kept secrets from your England teammates, but this one was different. Maybe it was finally time to share it. And there she was: Grace, leaning casually against the wall, that cocky smile of hers playing at the corners of her lips. It wasn’t just a grin; it was an invitation.

You and Grace had talked about telling them. The timing felt right. So, you walked towards her, ready to take her hand and speak the truth.

But Grace had something else in mind.

She believed in gestures, ones that didn’t need explanations. So, when you reached her, she pulled you in and kissed you, soft but sure, with all the quiet affection that words would never quite capture.

The room fell still.

Then gasping. Eyes widened.

It was Leah who found her voice first: “What is happening?!”

“Oh my god, you two are dating?!”, Lauren squealed.

“We... uhm. I wasn’t expecting her here.”, Grace admitted, still slightly breathless. That part was true, planned to surprise her with your visit here.

Teasingly, you asked: “Because the Lionesses party was in Manchester?”

“Yes! The London girls are here too, but Lyon is...”, Grace trailed off, flustered, an adorable blush creeping up her cheeks.

The distance between you had always been a challenge, something you discussed often. But if Keira and Laura could manage it and Lucy and Ona, too, then so could you. Your love was strong, and you were lucky enough to see each other at England camps and rare free days.

“I travelled with Lessi and Leah from London to Manchester, but one of them was too clumsy, which is why I had to get new flowers for Alex.”, you explained, smirking.

An innocent smile appeared on Alessia’s lips: “It wasn’t me.”

“That absolutely sounds like something you’d do.”, Ella remarked, eyeing her best friend with theatrical suspicion.

Sheepishly, the blonde replied: “Me? I was innocent!”

“Can we talk about the flowers later?”, Leah cut in impatiently. “How and when did the two of you even get together?”

Even though everyone had been starving just moments ago and the dinner was lovingly decorated with mouth-watering dishes none of them made a move. Right now, their hunger was for answers. Concerning your romance.

Grace ignored their questions, whether on purpose or not, she was still staring at you.

“I didn’t think you would even come…”, she said slowly, as if still trying to make sense of your presence.

You tilted your head with a shy smile and admitted: “Me neither. I thought you might be busy. It’s been a while since we last saw each other.”

“When you didn’t show up…”, Grace started but you never found out what she wanted to say. Leah cut her off.

“Hello? Lovebirds? We want some answers!”, she demanded, snapping the two of you out of the little bubble where only you and Grace seemed to exist.

“Oh.”, Grace said, blinking rapidly in surprise, like she’d only just noticed the rest of the room that there were other people in the room too.

You smiled at her one more time before you tore away your gaze and turned to Leah: “What did you want to know again?”

“How you two met!”

“Obviously through a lionesses camp.”, Grace replied with a wry grin.

Lucy scrunched up her face and gave the two of you a disbelieving look: “Why didn’t we notice? You’re both not very good at keeping secrets.”

You shrugged innocently: “You girls were just really blind.”

“Yeah, you were.”, Grace agreed, chuckling.

Lucy didn’t look impressed. She shook her head: “No, I can see very well now. Even without my glasses.”

The joke was right on the tip of your tongue, ready to be delivery but Khiara beat you to it, a cheeky smirk on her lips: “Are you sure? You’re pretty old.”

Lucy shot the young goalkeeper a challenging look, daring her to say that again.

Alex cut in and pretended to sharply glance at Khiara: “Khi, respect your elders.”

Grace laughed quietly, turning back to you. Her eyes were soft and there was a warm fondness in her voice: “They are so chaotic again.” Then a bit quieter: “But I missed you.”

You beamed at her, pressing another quick kiss to her lips, unnoticed by the rest of the team: “I missed you too. And their chaos.”

“Same, it’s never boring with them.”, she said and took a step behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist. Resting her chin on your shoulder, she held you tightly as the team erupted into a debate about age and respect.

“Not even in four weeks of camp?”, you teased, grinning.

Grace took a moment before declaring: “It’ll be tough, but I’ll be with you. So, it’s going to be alright.”

You didn’t hear the gasps or the jokes still echoing from the table. All you saw was her and the quiet, certain smile that always brought you home.

Grace cleared her throat, a little flustered: “So, uhm... what exactly are we celebrating again?”

“It’s an End-of-Season, Everyone-Is-Healthy, and Euros-Camp-Is-Starting-Soon party!”, Ella chimed in, almost bouncing in her seat.

Grace managed to find a glass and lifted it, grinning: “Cheers to that!”

“I support that too.”, you whispered in her ear, your smile matching hers.

Millie clapped excitedly: “Let’s get this party started!”

“Finally! Mary let’s dance.”, Alessia grinned, dragging the keeper toward the living room, now a makeshift dance floor. Leah had already taken over the speaker, blasting one of her matchday playlists.

Mary shot Leah a look over her shoulder: “Louder!”

Grace leaned in close, her voice low and warm:  “So... dance floor or kitchen?”

You paused, pretending to weigh it up:  “Let’s go to the kitchen.”

“Yes! I’m starving for more kis—” She didn’t get to finish.

“Grace!” Alex cut in sharply, clicking her tongue. “There are children at this table.”

“Do you mean me? Rude.”, Khiara pouted.

Alex gestured broadly at the entire table: “I meant all the children here.”

“Why are you looking at me?!”, Lucy protested, laughing.

You glanced over your shoulder, smiling at the team in all their chaotic glory before slipping into the kitchen.

“Finally, some peace.”, you said.

“I could stay here all night.”, Grace hummed, then kissed you softly, a kiss that said more than words ever could.

[justtluffythings]

HOME: Book 3 - CHAPTER TEN

MASTERLIST

Both teams watched with bated breath as Charlie and Maribelle raced after the snitch. There was nothing any of them could do now. Whichever Seeker caught the snitch would win the game, and in turn, the Quidditch Cup, for their team. And in the blink of an eye, Charlie inched forward just in time to get his fingers around it and pulled it to his chest. Gryffindor won!

Veronica knew she should be disappointed, and part of her was, but she was so excited for Charlie that her disappointment was overshadowed by her happiness for him. As Veronica landed her broom on the pitch, Emily flew down beside her. “Singer, you could at least pretend to be upset about this loss. You look way too happy right now.”

Veronica shrugged as she chuckled. “Sorry Em, no can do.” Her eyes widened as she glanced behind her captain to see Charlie landing a few feet away. “See ya!” She yelled over her shoulder as she sprinted over to her best friend and jumped into his open and waiting arms. “That was bloody brilliant, Charlie! Really great flying.”

Charlie beamed. “Thanks, Ronnie.” In a flash, the rest of the Gryffindor team began to surround them, trying to congratulate Charlie. “Hey, I’ll see you outside the change rooms, okay?”

Veronica nodded, before heading to the change room, changing and making her way outside, where she ran into Artemis.

“Hey Veronica, sorry about the game. It sucks, you lot were so close to snagging it. You doing okay?”

Veronica chuckled. “Of course, Art! It’s just Quidditch. Besides, I’m so happy for Charlie, he deserves the win.” 

Veronica’s smile faded as she felt someone watching her, but when she glanced behind Art, she noticed Felix standing a few feet away trying to give them space as he waited for his boyfriend. When Felix glanced over, his cheeks reddened as Veronica made eye contact with him, and he quickly looked away. Veronica smirked, and waited for him to look back before winking at him. The poor boy’s face flushed completely as his hands flew up to shield himself from her. This time, he refused to look back, which only made Veronica’s smirk widen.

Artemis smiled knowingly as he followed Veronica’s gaze. “He knows you know, by the way. I hope you don’t mind that I told him.”

Veronica waved him off. “Of course not. It’s going to be a lot of fun teasing him about it next year.”

Art grinned before glancing behind her. “Weasley’s coming. You still haven’t told him?”

“No! Now, would you and Tonks quit it already? I’m not going to tell him because he doesn’t feel the same about me!” She whisper-yelled at him with her arms crossed over her chest.

Art raised his hands in defeat. “If you say so, Veronica. Anyway, if I don’t get a chance to see you before we leave for the summer, take care, have a great holiday, and I’ll see you in September, alright.”

“Absolutely, you too Art! And keep in touch this summer, you hear me? Send me letters and photos, give me updates on your sister, your parents, Felix, everything. No radio silence!”

“You got it. But only if you promise to do the same!”

“Deal!”

The two hugged quickly before Charlie came up behind Veronica and slung his arm over her shoulder. “Hey, Lovegood. I’m going to steal my best friend from you now, if you don’t mind.” 

Art chuckled and shook his head as he watched them walk away together, Veronica laughing at something Charlie had said and gazing at him with so much love in her eyes. Charlie reflected the same look back at her. Art sighed frustratedly, knowing both their vision was so clouded by their love for each other that they couldn’t see what was right in front of them. Merlin’s beard! Those two are something else.

[bubbleteaimagines]

Back To You

Oikawa Tooru Oneshot

Summary: You’ve moved on. You found someone new so why, why do you keep coming back to him?

Paring: Oikawa Tooru x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Cheating! I do not condone actual cheating but this is fanfiction not real life, Unprotected Sex with mentions of breeding but remember to wrap it kids!

You could feel his stare piercing you even from across the court. White hot, curious with a streak of jealousy.

Of course.

That’s to be expected when you show up to your old boyfriend’s match with your new boyfriend. You tried to ignore his stare as you helped Ragnar – your boyfriend – stretch before the game.

“Babe? Can you pull the other now?” He asks you, smiling sweetly, and it makes you sick that you have to give it all your might to concentrate on him, not the brunette standing just on the other side of the court.

“Of course,” You mentally scold yourself for even letting him cross your mind, pushing down the feeling of your hammering heart and complying with Ragnar. “That hard enough baby?”

“I bet I could give it to you harder,” He smiled suddenly, and you feel yourself become flustered as you realize what he meant.

“Shut up!” You scold him lightly, giggling a little while shaking your head. “You’re such a perv, you know that?”

“Oh come on,” Ragnar whines, his bottom lip jutting out a little in a pout. “You promised that if I won this game then we’d...you know...”

“That was only if you won,” You reminded him, emphasizing only. “Which won’t happen if the star player gets put out for pulling a muscle. So focus.”

“Right, right,” Ragnar finally complied and you ignored the whispers as people slowly began to talk.

“Hey...isn’t that Oikawa’s ex girlfriend?” Someone whispered, causing you to tense up.

“Yeah, I wonder what she’s doing here.”

“Do you think she came to see him?”

“Nah, it looks like she moved on. With a player from the opposing team, no less!”

“Come on,” You gently tugged on Ragnar’s arm as your heart hammered in your chest. “Let’s go set you up, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Ragnar agreed and you tightly gripped his hand as he lead you deeper into his team’s territory. A few people that would be playing greeted you, but you hardly acknowledged them as you sat down on the bench and then heard him talking.

“Big crowd isn’t it?” Oikawa said nonchalantly, but you could hear something lingering in his voice.

“Yeah. Best not get too caught up in it,” You heard someone else respond. Iwaizumi, of course. He had been one of your closest friends when you and Oikawa were still dating, but after you broke up the two of you slowly drifted away.

You felt bad for cutting him off but you knew that he was Oikawa’s friend first and it’d be too awkward trying to share him.

You needed a clean break from Oikawa, so why, why were you straining so hard to hear him talk?

“Let’s go say hello to some of our opponents,” You then heard Oikawa suggest, causing you to freeze. Ragnar had long since walked away, so you were the only one that noticed the seemingly thunderous footsteps of the last two people you wanted to see.

You knew he was coming, you could feel his stare and desperately tried to move. You willed your body to pick itself up, but somehow you remained seated as suddenly his presence washed over you.

“Well, well,” You flinched at his voice, too close for comfort but still as beautiful and smooth as ever. You could tell he was smirking. “You guys seem pretty good from where we’re standing, I can tell this is gonna be a tough game.”

He was lying. You knew Oikawa and you knew that he’d wipe the floor with Ragnar’s team. This was Seijoh after all- they were the favorites for nationals.

“Uh, thanks?” Seeing as your boyfriend was team captain, he was the one that replied. You kept your eyes glued to him, and him only as you watched the interaction.

“No problem,” Oikawa smirked. “You know I’d even go so far to say I’m nervous,” He said, and you wanted to scream from how he was taunting your boyfriend. But you feared it’d be worse if you got involved.

“Well, we’re not called Tigers for no reason,” Ragnar chuckled. His gaze flashed to you and immediately you could see Oikawa scowling.

“Our playing styles seem to be a lot different,” Oikawa started, “So I wish you luck. But I think you’ll find that you and me- we’re not so different after all.”

For the first time since you had broken up with him, you and Oikawa made eye contact. He winked at you as your (E/C) eyes went wide, your mouth going dry. “Isn’t that right, Y/N?”

The way he purred your name should have been illegal. And you kicked yourself as your heart began to flutter, butterflies forming in your stomach.

Dammit! You tore your eyes away and looked anywhere but him.

God, you fucking hated him.

How did he manage to have this effect on you, months after you had seen each other? How he did still make you nervous? How did he still make your thighs clench together by saying your name just right, just like he used to do while he had you underneath him and whimpering from his touch?

You sucked in a breath and shook away the tears that threatened to surface. You felt so disgusting, sitting there with your body gravitating towards him and that bastard knew it.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ragnar frowned, suddenly becoming defensive as he noticed Oikawa looking straight at you. The brunette chuckled.

“Oh nothing,” He sighed like he hadn’t just called out his girlfriend directly. “Well, we better get going. The game should be starting soon. See you around.”

You averted your gaze as you fixated on Oikawa’s and Iwaizumi’s shoes. Their presence was so off-putting that you flinched again when Oikawa called out your name.

“Oh, and Y/N/N,” You hated the power he still had over you. Because as soon as he addressed you by that name, you looked up.

He smirked. “I’ll be seeing you soon,” He promised, something that he had been retreating over the many texts and DM’s he had sent you.

You gulped.

“Come on, leave her alone,” Iwaizumi gently tugged on Oikawa’s sleeve, dragging him away sending you a look of apology. You nodded in acceptance and then let out a breath when they were finally gone.

“Do you know him?” Ragnar immediately asked, watching Oikawa’s back with hard eyes.

You sighed. “Nope. I’ve never...I’ve never seen him in my life. I was just friends with the guy he was with.”

“Humph,” Ragnar hummed as soon as your phone pinged. Picking it up, you became frozen in shock at the message.

You looked beautiful today, my love. Too bad you were on his arm and not mine.

“Is everything alright?” Ragnar asked carefully, looking at your dejected face. “He didn’t spook you out or anything, did he?”

“N-No, It’s fine,” You stutter, quickly hiding your phone. “I’m fine. Don’t let it get to you- he’s probably just using me to get to you.”

If only he knew. It was much, much more than that.

Oikawa waited for Ragnar to leave and then he smirked when your gaze automatically flickered to his, like he knew it would. Winking, you almost lost it when his lips began to move and he mouthed ‘I love you,’ just when the whistle blew.

–

“YES!”

You grinned in happiness as your boyfriend and his teammates jumped around in victory, having beat Seijou by just a point.

You had to admit, you were on edge the entire game. Regretfully you had spent a good amount of time looking back and forth between your boyfriend and your ex, watching them battle it out.

Ragnar had been amazing out there but Oikawa...Oikawa had been absolutely phenomenal.

It was obvious he had improved in the time you were apart. His spike were still deadly and they were powerful enough to score 15 points. Halfway through the game, you had been sure Seijou would win the game.

But when it really mattered, little mistakes is what got them. So that’s why you were currently celebrating with your team, but didn’t really feel like a win.

Not for you.

“Y/N!” Ragnar snapped you out of your thoughts by pulling you into a sudden kiss, causing you to squeak. “We did it baby- I told you!”

“Yeah!” You were grateful he was too excited to hear your halfhearted reply, and too distracted to see your tight smile. “Congrats, baby. I knew you could do it.”

No you didn’t. Guilt pooled in your stomach as you remembered ranking Oikawa over your own boyfriend. You stomach twisted- how could you do that? How could you sit there that entire game waiting for Ragnar to fail if only you got to see Oikawa win?

You felt sick with yourself.

“Come on,” Ragnar gently tugged on your arm and smiled shyly. “Let’s all get back to the bus, yeah? I believe you have a promise to fufill,” He whispered that last part lowly, causing you to shiver and widen your eyes.

“Right,” You smiled tightly, pretending like your heart wasn’t about to pound out of your chest. “Let me just...let me check to see if we got everything. I’ll do a final sweep and meet you there.”

“Okay,” Ragnar grinned and leaned down to press a kiss on your cheek. Then, with all thirteen of his teammates he exited the building leaving you standing there, hollow.

“What are you doing?” You asked yourself, watching them walk away. “Why am I staying?”

It felt wrong to leave just now. It felt like you had something else to do. Someone else to see.

“Dammit,” You cursed as your feet began to go in the opposite direction, jogging lightly and prayed that they were still there.

It was just your luck that Seijou was on the opposite side of the building, and all of the buses were still there which meant there was a possibility he wouldn’t even be inside.

“Shit!”

You couldn’t believe you were being this stupid. Why were you running towards him, hoping to catch him before he left? Why did you care? Why had you never stopped caring?

“Y/N?” Iwaizumi’s surprised voice was difficult to hear over your heavy breathing, but you managed, raising your head to meet his eyes.

“Iwa-Chan,” You used his old nickname, setting yourself up straight. “I-”

“Why are you here?” He hadn’t meant it to sound rude, he was surprised that’s all. Hell, you were surprised yourself.

“I...” Why were you here?

Your eyes scanned the surroundings behind Iwaizumi. Fourteen players, but there were sixteen on the team. He followed your gaze, and his eyes softened when he noticed you looking.

“In the locker room,” He suddenly said, snapping your attention back to him.

You frowned. “W-What?”

“He’s in the locker room,” Iwaizumi repeated, knowing that’s who you were looking for. You felt your chest tighten.

“I-I wasn’t...”

“Bus leaves in 30 minutes. Don’t make him late, please,” Iwaizumi told you like it was nothing. You suddenly felt embarrassed. He had read you like an open book.

“T-Thank you,” You nodded in appreciation before turning in that direction. “Thank you, Iwaizumi. I-It was good to see you.”

He studied you for moment. It looked like he was about to say something, but then he just shook his head.

“You too, Y/N-Chan. Thank you for this,” Iwaizumi said. “He...he needs you right now.”

You felt like all the air disappeared from your lungs. Your heart pounded uncomfortably, while a tiny voice in your head told you ‘No. Don’t do this.’

“Okay,” You ignored the voice and got moving. Your feet walking in a direction you shouldn’t have been going. Your heart leading the way while your brain screamed profanities.

When you got to the locker room, you could already hear him pacing around. He was cursing, mumbling to himself about things you couldn’t hear until you got closer.

“O-Oikawa?” Your voice was hesitant, but you forced yourself to say something.

Immediately, his brown eyes snapped to you. Surprise- just like Iwaizumi- filled them, but no sooner than it appeared, it was gone.

“Y-Y/N-Chan?” He stuttered your name like he had never uttered it before. It made you even more nervous, but nevertheless your body pulled you in closer. “W-What are you doing here?”

“I-I came to see you,” You forced out, tearing your eyes away. It was too much. His gaze was too intense.

Oikawa scoffed. “After that? Shouldn’t you be with your boyfriend, celebrating?”

You didn’t like the way he said ‘your boyfriend.’ It felt wrong, coming from his lips. Like words that shouldn’t exist. You gulped.

“He’s on the bus,” You explained, still keeping your head down. “He...They’re waiting for me.”

“And what-” You could see his shoes getting closer, “Don’t tell me you came back for me,” He said in disbelief.

You sighed. “I wanted to see if you were okay,” You finally got the courage to look up and meet his eyes, and when you did you nearly melted.

Nothing had changed. He could still captivate you with one look- that damn look he was giving you now.

“Oh,” He sounded genuinely confused.

“Y-Yeah,” You stuttered slightly. “It’s just...I know how much you hate losing,” You mumbled quietly, embarrassed. “Especially if it’s to...”

“If it’s to him?” Oikawa finished, and you nodded, too embarrassed to say anything. “Well, you wouldn’t be wrong.”

You guys were so close now that you could begin to feel his body heat. Oikawa was always so warm, it was one of the things you love about him.

Wait a minute. Love?

“Hey,” He was bold and reached over to take your hand, causing electricity to flow through both of you. “Look at me.”

Even though it was softly spoken, you knew that it was a command. And, unable to resist him, you did.

You looked deep into his eyes and you could see every ounce of love he had for you. You could see the lust, the longing, but also the pain that still lingered months after you had parted ways.

“Tell me something,” Oikawa spoke again, letting out a breath. “Do you still love me?”

The question caught you off guard. You weren’t expecting him to jump right in, to dive head first after only just seeing you again.

But for Tooru- you knew he needed to know. You knew that your words would determine would what happen next, if the tension between you two would boil over or if it would simmer to a stop.

“I never stopped,” You confessed honestly, clenching your fists. “Everyday- everyday I’m not with you is like hell for me. I keep thinking back to it, that day you left. And I-”

Tears began to well in your eyes at the memory. All the screaming, the crying and the petty insults you had thrown at one another all seemed so...irrelevant now. Oikawa was staring at you with pure love, love that had never stopped for you. And now...now you began to wonder why either of you ever walked away.

“I’m sorry,” His fingers brushed the side of your face and you relished in his touch, immediately melting into him. “I’m sorry for everything- for what I said to you. For walking away...” Oikawa trailed off for a moment and then he resumed, his eyes squeezing shut. “...For letting someone else take you before I had the chance...before I could...”

“Hey,” Now it was his turn to melt into your touch. Oikawa leaned into you as you cupped his cheek, sighing almost painfully. He had waited too long to feel your touch again. “It’s okay. We both said a lot of things that day. I’m sorry too.”

“I still love you, you know,” Oikawa blurted out. He sounded embarrassed, but little did he know how much they effected you.

It was wrong, you knew that. To be holding your ex, comforting him while your boyfriend was waiting on you. It was wrong but...god it felt so right.

“I know,” You murmured quietly, pressing yourself into him. You could feel the hard outline of his muscles, a feeling that was familiar to you. Your body immediately flushed, subconsciously yearning for more.

“I broke your heart into two,” He said regretfully, his face contorting into pain.

“I know,” But still, you pressed your forehead to his. “But when it healed...it was still beating for you,” You confessed, Oikawa’s arm gently wrapping around your waist to pull you close.

“Y/N?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you,” He said breathlessly, and then before you could react his lips were on yours.

It was like...taking a deep breath after being underwater for so long. So refreshing, so vital to keep living that you had no choice but to surrender to it.

You were quick to lean into him, kissing back with as much passion and feriocity as you could. In that short amount of time, somehow your hands found his hair and Oikawa’s fingers began to find their way up your shirt.

“Can I...” He pulled away to tug on your shirt, looking at with you with absolute need.

“Yes,” You couldn’t get the word out fast enough, excitement running through your veins as Oikawa all but ripped it off. “God, yes.”

“So beautiful,” He muttered slightly, smiling when he saw you were wearing his favorite bra. “It’s like you were expecting this,” He said, but you only responded by leaning to kiss him again.

You couldn’t get enough, it had been so long, too long since his mouth had been on yours. Your body had been craving him for such a long time and now that you had him, you were eager to be as close as you could.

“Your turn,” You told him, pulling away to now tug on his shirt. “Off.”

“Yes ma’am,” Oikawa smirked at your request and immediately took it off, throwing it in some random corner. “Is this good?”

“Perfect,” You murmured lovingly, running your hands over his beautiful body.

Oikawa shivered underneath your touch, anticipation racing through his as you traced his abs.

“It’s been too long,” He said, you nodding in agreement. “It’s not enough, I need to-”

“I know,” You already knew what he wanted and you were eager to comply, stepping away to wiggle out of your jeans. Then, you snapped the bralette off which left you standing in only your cute pale panties.

“Mine,” Your back was against the lockers before you could even blink, a possessive glint in Oikawa’s eyes as he eyed your almost naked body.

“It’s always been yours,” You reminded him, before pulling him down in another kiss. This was one was messier, your desire for one another evident as your tongues danced with each other. Oikawa was pressing so hard against you that you could feel his hard on through his shorts, smirking when he moaned as you grinded against him.

“I need those off,” You ordered, your core beginning to trob at the anticipation. Oikawa was the same, wanting nothing more than to finally be inside of you again. He pulled down his shorts like it was nothing, and then he yanked at your panties, feeling them to be soaked.

“Someone’s excited,” He chuckled, and you moaned as he stoked over your clothed pussy.

“Off,” You whimpered, not being able to stand it anymore. It was unbearable- he was right there, so why wasn’t he buried inside of you?

“Yes ma’am,” Once again, he gave you what you wanted and then shed his boxers, his erection springing free. Your mouth watered at the sight of his pretty cock, standing all hard because of you.

“I’ve missed this,” You admitted as Oikawa pulled your panties down. “I need-”

“I got you,” He promised, finally sliding off the material and then pressing you against the lockers once more. He bent down to hook his arms underneath your thighs, automatically bringing your pussy to hover right over his tip.

He was beyond eager, something you’d never seen in Oikawa before. Usually, he could tease you for hours but this time was different.

“Do you want me to...you want me to prep you first?” He offered like a true gentleman, but you could tell it was killing him to not be inside of you already.

“N-No,” You declined as his cock rubbed over your wet folds. “Not today- next time-”

“Next time,” Oikawa promised, before capturing you into a kiss and slowly sinking himself in.

The stretch was beautiful, you couldn’t help but whimper as your pussy finally became full after months. And from Oikawa no less, it felt like a perfect fit as he gripped you tightly and buried himself to the hilt.

“Fuck,” His eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head at the sensation, your pussy sucking him in. There was something so gratifying, so beautiful about being inside of you again and being able to feel all of you.

It didn’t matter if you were still taking birth control or not. Oikawa was determined to cum inside of you, he was determined to fill you to the brink.

“Move,” You whimpered in his arms, the feeling of his cock pushing past your tight ring of muscles painful, but also reliving. This is what you wanted, you wanted this feeling of him. And you wanted him faster.

“O-Okay,” Oikawa gave you what you wanted and bucked his hips into you, moaning at how tight you felt. You always squeezed him just right, but it seemed like today your walls were determined to milk him dry. Not that he minded of course, but he had to squeeze his eyes shut and focus so that he wouldn’t fill you up right then and there.

“T-Tooru...” Your broken moans only encouraged him to go faster, lockers behind you shaking as he pounded you good. Thank god he was strong- he had no trouble holding you up as he drilled into you over and over again.

“God you’re so fucking tight,” Oikawa moaned and nuzzled himself into your neck, sucking on your sweet spot.

You knew he was going to mark you up, stake his claim to any man that came near you. That included Ragnar but you no longer cared, the feeling of him abusing your cervix washing out anything else.

“Oh god,” You gasped, snapping your eyes open as Oikawa angled his hips to hit just the right spot. That spot that made you go absolutely wild, crying out his name like a prayer as you held on for dear life.

“Oikawa!”

“That’s right baby,” He pulled away from your neck and grunted, looking straight into your eyes as he abused it over and over again. “Let them know who you’ve always belonged to- let them know that I’m the first and only man that’s ever touched this little pussy!”

“I-” You threw your head back as stars began to cloud your vision, “Y-You’re the only one, baby. It’s always you. It’ll always be you,” You cried out, a tear slipping down your face from sheer pleasure.

“I know,” Oikawa kissed your cheeks and then you could feel his thrusts getting sloppy- he was close.

As both of your orgasms came close he made sure to take one hand from under your thighs and then used his fingers to rub your clit. Once again, you marveled this mans strength because he managed to hold you up with one hand while simultaneously pleasuring you at the same time.

“B-Baby...” You could feel the knot in your stomach about to unravel, and you held onto Oikawa as euphoria washed over you. “I-I’m gonna-”

“Let it go, sweetheart,” Oikawa moaned as his own movement stiffened, and then you feel his warm cum paint your walls.

With one last cry, you clenched around him and let it go, yelling out his name so loud there was no way somebody couldn’t hear you, and Oikawa secretly wished it was Ragnar.

A feeling of smugness mixed in with the pleasure as he emptyed himself inside of you, knowing that nobody else had ever had you like this before.

You were full of him, of his cum, and his cock was the only that’s ever had the pleasure to breed you.

He filled your womb like it was nothing and once you both came down, you were a shaking and crying mess against him.

“I love you, Oikawa Tooru,” You mumbled against his lips as he kissed you messily.

“I love you too, Y/N L/N,” He said honestly, giving one last trust before pulling out of you.

Oikawa let go of your legs but he was there to quickly hold your trembling body, your legs unstable. You looked up at him with eyes filled with pure love and admiration and god, Oikawa thinks you’ve never looked prettier with tear stains on your cheeks and with your pussy leaking with his cum.

“Does this mean-” Ever the bold one, he dared to ask, “Does this mean you’re coming home with me?”

“Y-Yes,” You stuttered out slightly, your chest tightening at the prospect of leaving Ragnar but not because you loved him, but because you felt guilty. “What am I gonna...what am I gonna say?” You wondered, but Oikawa already had that planned.

“Leave that to me,” He promised, bending down to pick up your phone. You watched him hesitantly as he unlocked it, smirking when he realized you didn’t even have his picture on your home screen.

“What are you doing?” You asked slightly panicked as he opened up Snapchat.

“This,” You gasped as Oikawa was suddenly inside of you again, your pussy struggling to take him after what just happened. You didn’t even have to think as you held onto his biceps tightly, Oikawa beginning to thrust again.

“Think twice before you take something that’s mine,” You heard him growl, and then he was sliding out, sending the video straight to Ragnar.

“Did you just-”

“He needed to know his place,” Oikawa said casually, scooping you into his arms again. “He may have beat me today, but he lost the most incredible girl he could have ever had.”

“Did you seriously just do that?” You were still floored, struggling to wrap your brain around it. I mean you knew Oikawa was petty but this-?

“Did you expect anything else, my dove?” He chuckled.

You sighed. “Honestly...no. No I didn’t,” You found yourself grinning at him just as your phone pinged, blowing up with texts and snaps from Ragnar.

“Well, I guess that’s our cue,” Oikawa laughed, opening a snap and sending back a selfie. “Come on- you can delete all of his stuff on the bus.”

“You’re...you’re unbelievable,” You told him with wide-eyes, your phone pinging again.

“I know,” Oikawa smiles, “But I have you back either way.”

[sporkandpringles]

Strange New Worlds Season 1 Episodes: Ranked

These are just like... my opinions. From worst to best. #10 (my least favorite): 1x09 “All Those Who Wander”

I’m trying to think of a single good thing in this episode, and I think the only part I liked was when Pike put the apron on Spock. That was funny! The rest of this episode sucked though. From Hemmer being fridged for Uhura’s character development (way to give a WOC more trauma and kill off the show’s only recurring disabled character at the same time, paramount!) to the Gorn retcon in facilitation of a painfully obvious and thematically empty rip-off of Alien, and topping it off with everyone pushing Spock to be more human in extremely uncomfortable ways that aren’t addressed or called out, this episode was painful to watch from beginning to end.  0/10. #9: 1x07 “The Serene Squall”

A lot of people really liked this episode and that had me scratching my head. Yes the pirate gags were funny. Yes Pike cooking and causing a mutiny was fun. Yes I enjoyed seeing glimpses of Sybok and Stonn. (obsessed with the fact that T’Pring is gonna dump absolute Chad Spock for that extremely bland dude, like yes girl, give us nothing). Yes I felt like Dr. Aspen cut straight to the heart of Spock’s issues and the quote about maybe him being neither was good. But... I feel like all of that is undercut by them being a twist villain who said they were only doing it to manipulate Spock. After the twist was revealed, everything Angel said became invalid. And that made the rest of the episode very hard to watch for me. I also wasn’t crazy about the “pretend kiss”. And as a lore nitpicker, some of Angel’s and Spock’s lines about kolinahr have me concerned. Yes it’s possible that the writers were simply trying to show that Angel, by virtue of being Sybok’s partner, doesn’t understand Vulcan culture and logic at all. But Spock also said “I very much look forward to mine” as if it was already something he expected to do at some point. And maybe they were just trying to nod toward the fact that he does attempt it at a later date, but I just don’t trust the writers after they’ve blatantly disregarded so many other things.  2/10.

#8: 1x06 “Lift Us Where Suffering Cannot Reach” I actually didn’t hate this one when I first watched it, but on reflection I think it’s a lot weaker than it could have been. I really appreciate SNW for attempting to do a classic Trek ethical dilemma, but I think it falls short by not actually letting Captain Pike make a choice. Agree or disagree, Janeway’s choice in “Tuvix” is part of what makes that an episode we still talk about. But Pike was knocked out before he could do anything to interfere. I think if he’d successfully saved the child, but made the whole city sink into the lava and had to live with that/or he tried to save the kid, but decided to put him back when he saw the whole city was sinking, then it would have been a better episode. But I think the writers were too afraid of marring Pike’s perfect paragon image, and it’s ultimately to the detriment of the story. That being said, I did like the costuming and the worldbuilding of Majalis in this episode. I haven’t read or seen “The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas”, which I’ve heard is extremely similar. So it didn’t feel too derivative to me—although I totally get why people feel that way. And I actually think the fact that Alora and the Majalans could just leave their homeworld at any time is fine. It mirrors the way that we could, at any time, decide to improve our society for the better, but we’re just so stuck in our ways that we would rather accept and enshrine suffering than change. 3/10 

#7: 1x01 “Strange New Worlds 

This was a pretty solid opener. Not quite as immediately gripping as what I still believe to be Star Trek’s best pilot episode ever: VOY 1x01 “Caretaker”. But it is a spin-off of Discovery, and so I think having a less grand opening is fine.Uhura’s hazing and the dinner in the Captain’s quarters is a great scene. Hemmer’s introduction is wonderful. The hijinks on the planet are fun. Spock in shorts! The genetic manipulation as disguises bothered me on the first watch-through (especially since only 2 episodes later they remind us that the Federation has a ban on genetic manipulation) but maybe that only applies to permanent modifications. Or the Federation are a bunch of big fat hypocrites. Which is probably true (wish SNW would address it, though).

I really appreciated the nods to Discovery. I’m a continuity nut and showing that Michael’s time-travel to the future did actually have consequences in the 23rd century, despite being classified, was really cool. Also Pike is 100% correct, Fuck the Prime Directive. A lot of people took issue with the scenes with Spock and T’Pring, but I actually thought they were okay. Really weird that the writers decided to put Spock getting engaged and almost having sex with T’Pring in like... the first five minutes. Really feels deliberate in a bad way. And I’m not crazy about them for continuity reasons (Spock, did all of your non 7-year-old pictures of T’Pring get deleted in a tragic shipwide memory wipe?) But the scenes themselves are fine. And T’Pring’s actress does a really incredible job. One nitpick I had with this episode is with Pike threatening the civilization with his big guns in order to get them to stand down. It’s a little at odds with his “I’m gonna talk the Romulans into peace” approach in 1x10, which was highlighted as one of the things that made that future a bad one. But he probably was bluffing in this instance anyway.

My biggest gripe though is definitely how poorly the writers are handling Pike’s arc. I think it’s okay for him to be afraid of change, and disfigurement. But calling it “my death” is just weird. He’s not dead. He’ll have to learn to live with more limited capabilities, sure. But he acts like his existence becomes suddenly meaningless after his accident and that’s a huge insult to everyone who has been disabled by accidents. 5/10.

#6: 1x04 “Memento Mori”

This episode was also pretty solid. I hate what SNW is doing to the Gorn, which started with this episode, but it’s certainly a less egregious offender than episode 09. La’an’s mind-meld with Spock is a good scene which establishes a connection between them on the basis of them both losing a sibling. It’s also one of the few scenes Spock gets with a woman that isn’t just oozing with overwrought sexual tension. (no shade to Spock x La’an shippers, I respect y’all). Sometimes SNW’s themed episodes feel a bit copy-pasted without really adding anything to the narrative. I think “The Serene Squall”’s pirate theme didn’t really match with Spock’s struggle to understand himself. And “All Those Who Wander”’s blatant ripoff of Alien still confuses me. Why do the writers keep bringing that up like it’s a good thing? But I think the “submarine episode” type-feel of this one works because it doesn’t feel like a carbon copy of any specific submarine movie, and it’s in service of the themes of isolation and mystery that are present throughout the episode.  6/10. 

#5: 1x05 “Spock Amok” I love hijinks. Hijinks are the best. I also am a #1 T’Pring stan so this episode really fed that side of me. I’m not the biggest fan of the whole Spock/T’Pring/Chapel love triangle, but I’m willing to set aside my issues and enjoy a good, silly bodyswap episode. I think this one also does a really good job of establishing that, while they’re trying their best, Spock and T’Pring just aren’t meant for each other. Their inability to properly perform the ritual to understand each other is just the first of many, many incompatibilities these two have.  Continuity gripe: Christine Chapel now apparently knows about T’Pring, even though she wore the same shocked face as the others in “Amok Time” when Spock said she was his wife. I could decide to headcanon that she was just surprised they were still together, because let’s face it, the greatest mystery now is why the hell didn’t they break up before that point, now that we’ve seen in “The Serene Squall” that they can terminate their bond at anytime. But that would be deliberately reading against author’s intent, methinks. Other nitpicking: I think Spock should have used the nerve pinch on that guy T’Pring was trying to bring in. Punching him just doesn’t quite feel right for his character, to me. It was kinda romantic though to punch the guy for insulting his fiancee. Too bad they’re doomed to fail. Is anyone else shipping Chapel/T’Pring after this episode? No? Still only me? 7/10.

#4: 1x03 “Ghosts of Illyria” I think this episode had some great things to say about the close-mindedness of the Federation and how they’ve let their negative history with Khan and the Eugenics Wars blind them to the ways other people might be using genetic manipulation for good causes. The light-spreading disease was a unique mechanic that was a really fun. Uhura getting to model Starfleet’s first durag was really cool and I loved her line about being like the Princess and the Pea. (Autistic Uhura with sensory issues, anyone?) I also enjoyed the Spock & Pike scenes on the planet. And Una carrying Hemmer like a sack of potatoes is a huge highlight. I think my main criticism of this episode is less to do with the episode itself, but more to do with the fact that it didn’t feel properly followed up on? Here’s to hoping Season 2 will do more to address the issues raised in this one. 8/10.

#3: 1x08 “The Elysian Kingdom” This episode was just pure fun. All the cast got to dress up and have a great time. Ortegas dressed as a knight made me ever gayer. Hemmer as a wizard/scientist was hilarious and iconic. Uhura made an amazing evil queen. Pike being cowardly and disloyal was really funny. And while I’d been hoping that M’Benga would be able to cure his daughter, I think that would have been like a slap in the face to Pike, who doesn’t get to escape his fate. So this is probably the second best option. My only complaint is that they should have let the crew keep their memories. Let Pike be embarrassed by how he acted. Let Spock trip over himself trying to apologize. Let Ortegas reminisce fondly about her sword, Starfall. This episode would be so much more impactful if they could remember it. Don’t be cowards, paramount! 9/10.

#2: 1x10 “A Quality of Mercy” Okay, okay, this episode ROCKED. I’ve heard people saying it’s just a cheap, bland rip-off of “Balance of Terror” but hear me out. I love Romulans. I love Alternate Timelines. Especially ones that include Romulan War Part II: Electric Boogaloo. I love it when characters try to change things and get bitten in the ass by the Butterfly Effect. I loved all the parallels and changes. I loved the gritty action sequences and updated special effects. I love that this episode did not violate canon. Someone in Paramount wrote this episode specifically for me, and I am living for it.

I’ve heard criticisms of Paul Wesley’s Kirk, and I just have to say, he’s a different person in this episode. He’s not TOS Kirk, because he’s missing out on a whole year of experiences as the Enterprise Captain. He doesn’t have Spock or McCoy to be his moral centers. He’s grim and solemn in this episode because he’s captain of the Farragut--a ship on which he he witnessed over 200 people get killed by a cloud creature, (an event which he blames himself for, by the way, and specifically for not acting fast enough, which I think motivates a lot of his impetus to charge in guns blazing this time). Yeah I agree it’s a shame they cast such a skinny guy who can’t carry on the legacy of James “Thicc” Kirk. But I think he understood the assignment. I have a few aesthetic nitpicks, like why did they add ridges to the Romulan Commander? And why is the Romulan Neutral Zone shown to be like... only a few hundred meters across and not several lightyears? But my one serious gripe with this episode is this line: “Every time we change the path, he dies.” Like, I can totally get behind Pike wanting to spare Spock from suffering a fate similar to the one he’s destined to face. No one wants to see their friend get mangled like that, if they can avoid it. But Spock wasn’t dead. The writers keep using that word. But disability isn’t death! Urgh. 9.5/10.

#1 (my favorite): 1x02 “Children of the Comet”

Saving a planet? Check. Sam Kirk immediately getting incapacitated? Hilarious. The themes of predestination vs. interference? Handled very well and very cool. The makeup, costumes and set design for the aliens on Persephone III? Phenomenal. Spock and Uhura getting to sing a duet? Amazing. (sidenote: I know I’m a spirk girlie, but if SNW was determined to make Spock have an m/f relationship besides his one with T’Pring, spock/uhura is right there. They actually have a lot of shared qualities that would make them a good match (intelligence, cultural sensitivity, both struggling with finding where they belong) and their duet scene here really reminded me of that one duet they shared in TOS. And both of those are really sweet. I do think it’s perfectly possible to read both scenes as platonic, if you want. But if Spock and Kirk had sung a duet I know y’all would be losing your minds.)  My one nitpick: like all of their scenes together, I felt like the way Chapel flirted with Spock was weird and off-putting. But I don’t blame her for shooting her shot. It’s unclear in this episode if she’s aware of T’Pring yet or not. And Spock is a hottie, what can I say? All in all, this episode was everything I wanted this series to be. It’s a shame they weren’t all a little more like it. I was really hoping “Strange New Worlds” meant we’d get more planet of the week stuff. But really only the first 3 did that, and this was certainly the best of those 3. 10/10. 

[pascalpanic]

Backseat (Frankie Morales x f!Reader)

Inspo: 80’s Films by Jon Bellion

Summary: Your boyfriend, Frankie, is convinced he peaked in high school. You, however, are here to remind him that his life can’t get any better than it is right now.

W/C: 3k

Warnings: lil bit of sadness, language, brief mention of Frankie’s addiction, Frankie’s a father, graphic smut (18+!!), PROTECTED p in v sex, oral (m and f receiving), dirty talk

A/N: I HC that Frankie is Southern and I’ll die on this hill. Hence, the light accent he has in this fic. Thanks to @miknickles and @ilikechocolatemilkh for putting up with my endless rambling, especially with making them listen to this song and agreeing that yes, josie, this is so Frankie!

The scene before you is absolutely stunning: fireflies dance across a field of tall grass, the sky filled with pink and orange and purple and blue. You had come out here with your boyfriend, Frankie Morales, and had a lovely picnic dinner in the back of his pickup truck. The two of you had finished eating a while ago, and now rest on the edge of the dropped tailgate, wrapped in a blanket and snuggling.

Your head rests on Frankie’s shoulder and you look up at the sunset, smiling contently. He presses a kiss to the top of your head and you let your eyes fall shut. You pull the blanket tighter around the two of you, nuzzling into his side. The night air is starting to cool and Frankie radiates warmth. “What are you thinking about? How does it feel to be you?” You murmur and look up at him, eyes tracing every little line and curve in his beautifully weathered face.

“It’s gonna sound darker than you’re expecting, but… my life,” he admits with a chuckle. “Just… everything I’ve done. I really think I peaked in high school,” Frankie says, staring off at the slowly falling sun. “I was the captain of the hockey team, I had my life ahead of me. It kind of all went to shit after that. I’ve done such bad things,” he tells you, voice growing small.

You’re aware of Frankie’s past. He’s told you all about his days in the Delta Squadron, about the special ops missions he and his friends ran. He’s killed people, you know that, and had to move on in an instant. While this fact would scare many others away, you snuggle up against him, readjusting your head on his shoulder to make sure he feels your presence. “There’s no way,” you shake your head.

“Yeah, there is, babe,” he sighs, his whole body moving with the deep breath he takes. “You know that, you know what I’ve done, the things I had to do…”

You pick your head up from his shoulder, looking into his eyes. “No, I meant you definitely didn’t peak in high school,” you shake your head, a hand cupping the side of his face. “You didn’t even know me then,” you say with a soft chuckle, enjoying the way his expression softens beneath your gaze. “There’s no way, Frankie. You have this life, me and your little girl. You have a job and you have more knowledge than I could even imagine filling my head.”

Frankie shakes his head this time. “You’re the smart one, we both know that. You went to college, you’re so smart-”

“Not the same thing,” you say gently, your fingers tracing his cheeks. “You know everything there is to know about helicopters. You’ve overcome addiction. You have a daughter, you’ve got experiences across the world. You have so much knowledge just from being you, from living the life you have.”

He nods softly at that, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer. Frankie presses another sweet kiss to your forehead. “When you put it that way, I guess it makes sense,” he says in agreement. Both of your voices are hushed, as if the nightfall fills you both with reverence for the stillness of the atmosphere surrounding the two of you.

“I’m always right,” you tease softly, turning your face to meet his and kissing him, your hand still cupping his cheek. You break away but keep your face close to his. “I love you so much, Francisco Morales. You are my everything, you know that? If you peaked in high school, what the hell is this?” You tease gently, knowing your sarcasm can always turn Frankie’s mood around.

His face now holds a genuine smile, warm and caring as his eyes scan your face. “This is probably the best thing in my life, yeah,” he shrugs in agreement, just as teasing, before kissing you again. It’s a little deeper, but still so gentle and so full of love that it makes your whole body warm from the inside out due to his affection. Frankie breaks away from you again, a little bit of mischief returning to that beautifully baritone voice. “Can I show you how much I mean it?” he asks, the sparkle in his eye evident.

You quirk an eyebrow as you look at him, pretending as if you have no clue what he means. “And how would you go about doing that, Frankie?” you ask, making big doe eyes up at him and feigning innocence.

“Come here you little shit,” he laughs and kisses you again, holding your face in his hands. His lips express all of the love he has for you, and push deeper and deeper as the kiss progresses. Your hands rest on his wrists, kissing back just as happily. Between kisses, you press your forehead to his for a moment and a smile graces his lips. “Backseat?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” you laugh, shedding the blanket from your shoulders and hopping off the tailgate, where the two of you had been resting. Frankie stands as well, his hands gravitating to your hips and holding you close to his own body as he kisses you again. You murmur his name into his lips as he kisses you a little harder, his hands sliding to the front of your flannel and undoing the bottom button.

His deft fingers work his way up the seam, unbuttoning them all until he slides your shirt off of your shoulders, his lips never leaving yours. You giggle as he tosses the shirt into the trunk, then breaks away to take off his own t-shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside to be with yours.

As he does so, you trace your hands over his stomach and chest. His body is toned and beautiful, a soft layer of pudge coating the muscle but still letting his strength shine through. You press a kiss to his chest, between his pecs, admiring the skin. “You’re so beautiful, Frankie,” you murmur into his skin, kissing your way down until you’re just below his navel, mouthing at the soft pouch of his stomach. He gives a soft and beautiful moan, which you unintentionally mirror as you undo his belt, tossing it into the trunk. He backs up to lean against his truck as you unzip his jeans and pull both his pants and boxers down just enough to pull out his half-hard dick.

Giving it a gentle tug, you look up to see the man already flushed and panting. “You know, I lost my virginity in my truck,” he chuckles, his fingers lacing through your hair. “Just… funny,” he gasps as you take the tip into your mouth, slowly tracing it with your tongue. “We talk about peaking in high school, I get to fuck you the same way I did in high school,” he breathes out, already overwhelmed at the feeling of your mouth around him.

You pull your mouth away, continuing to stroke him as you look up at him. “Less talking, Catfish,” you tease him with his nickname softly, and he gives a brief nod that’s followed by an obscene moan as your mouth descends down on him again. His fingers remain tangled in your hair, his body shuddering beneath you.

“Can’t help it, sweet girl,” he murmurs, his natural Southern accent coming out a little more than normal in the bliss he feels from the attention you lavish him with. “Just can’t close my mouth when yours is around me.”

You hum gently around him, his words going straight to the pooling heat between your legs. Still, you focus your attention on him first, bobbing up and down on his length, moaning when he’s fully sheathed in your mouth and starting to enter your throat. “Oh baby,” he whimpers, biting down on his lip. “Gonna make me cum like a high schooler too,” he chuckles, absolutely breathless. When you pull off of him, he holds you back before you can bob down on him again. “That’s enough of that. Slide those jeans down and hop up on the tailgate, sweetheart,” he tells you as he helps you to your feet.

You giggle a little and nod, kissing him again deeply as you undo the zipper of your jeans, pushing them down in a similar fashion to Frankie: resting around your thighs are both your jeans and your panties. You nip at his lip briefly, teasingly, before you break away, sitting on the edge of the tailgate and pushing them the rest of the way off, tossing them into the trunk behind you.

The sight of you is nearly enough to push Frankie to his tipping point. You sit on the edge of the tailgate, wearing just your bra. Your legs are spread to showcase your dripping pussy and Frankie wishes he could take a picture of this moment, the way you’re just visible in the light of the dying sun. “You’re gonna be the death of me, hermosa,” Frankie breathes as he gets on his knees, his face at just the perfect height.

You shudder and whine his name as he licks a stripe up your folds with his hot tongue. He latches his mouth around your clit, slowly beginning to suck on it with the familiarity of a man who knows everything about you. Your head falls back and you prop yourself with your arms behind you as he slips two thick fingers into you, scissoring you open lightly as he continues to lavish your clit with attention.

The stubble of his face rubs against your thighs deliciously, your legs unintentionally clamping around his face. He moans into you, switching into circling your clit with his tongue, and you cry out helplessly. “Frankie, baby,” you whimper, digging your fingers into his curls. He moans again as he feels your fingers tugging at his hair.

“Oh fuck, just like that,” you plead as he curls his fingers against the spot inside you that makes everything blurry. “Baby, harder,” you plead and he easily complies. His fingers curve harshly against your walls and you cry out, feeling the sensation building.

“I’m gonna cum, keep going just like that,” you whine to him, and Frankie continues just the same as before. A few strokes of his fingers and pulses of his tongue later, you find yourself coming apart. “Frankie,” you whine as your orgasm rocks through your body, your hot release coating Frankie’s face beneath you. He licks it all up as he works you through it, not letting up in the slightest. He finds his dick painfully hard at the way you flutter around him, finally slowing down as he can tell that you’re done.

He pulls away and removes his hand once you’re finished, smirking. His stubble and mustache are damp with your release, and he looks completely blissed out. You giggle a little and he stands, pulling you against his body. His hard dick presses against your core as he kisses you deeply, desperately.

“You want me on top of you or under you?” You ask between kisses, still panting and hot from your release just moments earlier.

“Under me. Go lie in the backseat,” he tells you as he pulls away from your lips, making a wet noise from the kiss. You nod and comply, opening the door to the back and lying down across the long bench seat. Frankie opens the door to the front seat, grabbing a condom from the center console. You remove your bra, tossing it playfully at him and laughing. You rest with your arms above your head, accentuating your tits, and when Frankie looks at you, his face tinges red and he smiles. “Such a tease.”

“Says the one who’s still wearing his jeans. You gonna fuck me in those?” You laugh, putting one leg up on the headrest of the chair in front of you, hiking your other leg up on the seat.

Frankie laughs and shakes his head, closing the front door and standing outside of the door you entered the back from. He opens the condom and slides it down on himself, shucking his jeans and boxers the rest of the way, tossing them in the trunk. He climbs in and over you, closing the door behind him. “Just like ninth grade again,” he teases you, earning a genuine laugh. You wrap a leg around him, your heel tracing up and down the back of his thigh.

The man smirks down at you, leaning his face down to yours to kiss you, his lips penetrating your mouth the way he desperately wants his dick to penetrate you. “Baby, please,” you moan into his lips, your arms still resting above your head.

“Anything for you, hermosa,” he breathes out, taking one of his hands up to pin down your wrists. The other notches himself at your entrance before slowly pushing in, biting down at his lip. “Oh fuck, angel, you feel so good,” he shudders.

“And that’s only the tip,” you laugh breathlessly, head falling back into the seat. “Come on, baby,” you egg him on, gripping his hip with your leg and whining as he pushes all the way into you. “Fuck, you’re so thick,” you groan as he bottoms out, feeling incredibly and perfectly full at the sensation of the man you love fully sheathed inside of you. “Just fuckin’ pound me,” you murmur next to his ear, kissing at his lip.

“Babe, I don’t know if this is the best place for me to do that, but I sure can try,” he says with a breathless laugh, pulling nearly all the way out of you before pushing all the way back in. That earns a dirty cry from the back of your throat, making him smile. “Oh, like that. I can do that,” he teases, burying his face in the curve of your neck and nipping at the skin there.

“Frankie, baby, please,” you shudder, grinding your hips in little circles as he’s fully inside of you. He starts to thrust and you whimper. “Just like that, keep going,” you whine, already over-sensitive from the orgasm just a few minutes ago.

“Yeah, just like that. Feel so good around me,” he murmurs into your skin, his free hand moving to your clit to circle it with the pad of his thumb. “You like this, don’t you?”

“Oh, fuck yes I do,” you nod, straining your wrists against his hand. “Let them go,” you murmur and he obliges, allowing one hand to bury itself in his curls and the other to grip his strong shoulder blade.

Frankie thrusts harder and harder, his thumb against your clit working in time to his hips. You dig your nails into his back as he hits your g-spot, earning a desperate cry from him. You moan his name as you drag your nails down his back, definitely enough to leave scratches in the morning. He groans primally at the sensation, loving every second of this.

“Fuck, make me feel so good,” you whine and bite down on your lip, stopping as he brings his lips to yours. “Frankie, honey,” you whimper into the kiss, sloppy and harsh and wet. It’s bruising, the way his hips pound into yours, and you wouldn’t want it any other way. “Gonna cum really quick, feel so good,” you murmur a few moments later.

“Yeah? Tell me how you feel as you cum, let me know everything you’re feeling,” he murmurs as he thrusts even harder.

“Fuck, so fucking good, your hands are so big and strong and your hips are so quick and you’re so big, stretching me out, hitting just the spot,” you whimper until the building feeling finally bursts, leaving you a writhing mess beneath him as you gush around his dick. “Frankie, baby, don’t stop, ah,” you cry as you slowly come down from your orgasm.

The fluttering around his dick is almost too much for him to take, but he keeps going. “I couldn’t stop if I wanted to,” he laughs, using the last bit of oxygen in his lungs. He’s gulping air from the ferocity of his thrusts. His hand moves from your clit to your thigh, gripping it tight enough to bruise. “I’m gonna, baby girl, my angel,” he breathes, the thrusts becoming sporadic.

To help him along, you clench around him, making the sensation even tighter for him. “Come on baby, come on,” you nod and murmur, the delicious overstimulation making everything in your body quiver.

It’s too much, and Frankie finally arrives, his orgasm washing over him. He spurts into the condom, his hips continuing but slowing down until he finally comes to a stop, resting fully inside you and practically collapsing on you. “Honey,” he murmurs in your ear, your sweaty chests sticking together. Your eyes finally open again to find the cab of his truck illuminated only by the moonlight, shining in and accentuating the fog that’s accumulated on the windows.

You push his head up, wanting to see his face. The light makes everything silvery blue, his eyes shining and his skin bathed in the beautiful moonlight. He’s absolutely spent, his cheeks flushed and warm to the touch. “You are the most beautiful thing, Frankie Morales,” you repeat yourself, smiling softly, bringing his face to yours for a gentle kiss.

“I think that title goes to you, babe,” he chuckles breathlessly as he finally breaks away from your kiss. “And yeah, you’re right. I definitely didn’t peak in high school, I think I just needed a night like this to remind me of that.”

“Good,” you say firmly with a nod, before your stoic expression dissolves in a fit of giggles. Frankie’s head nestles in the curve of your neck again and you press a kiss to the side of his head. “I love you so so much, baby,” you murmur, earning a tired grunt from your boyfriend. You laugh softly and wrap your arms around him, kissing the side of his head again.

[writertitan]

Seriously I love your headcanons but it’s still a little too soft for me

Could you write some angsty headcanons about Levi having a crush but denying it and after some (long) time he realizes he has a crush and he (again) needs time to find the strength to tell them but when he talks to his crush he just can’t tell them so when his crush goes on a mission the next day and their comrades come back they tell Levi that his crush is dead :)

That was a very long sentence and my English is trash... so if you had some troubles reading this I’m really sorry :/

Anyways have a great day <3

this is the first time someone has ever called me too soft and i’m cackling bc i’m about to let you know why that’s incorrect 

As we have established, Levi does not like facing certain emotions

Especially romantic ones 

Denial Incarnate 

So the moment he even gets near the thought that maybe he potentially likes you, he builds a brick wall so he can’t access the thought anymore

True talent at this point, because only Levi would be able to build walls against himself 

It truly does irritate him to have romantic feelings, it feels almost unnatural 

He even tries to get rid of them by being meaner to you 

Because maybe that’s what it is, maybe he’s just biased with you and his treating you gentler has caused his brain to fuck up and think he likes you

No, you’re tolerable and that’s it 

But of course, Levi tries his hardest to find things wrong with you so he can justify being harsher 

Oh, you ate your bread a little too fast at dinner? Despicable 

He ignores the way it hurts him to pretend 

He’s not pretending, though...that’s what he tells himself 

You’re genuinely bothersome and he just never realized it

....Right? 

So why aren’t you genuinely bothersome? 

Why can’t you just be annoying like everyone else? 

It hurts your feelings to suddenly have him treating you like you aren’t friends at all 

Because you thought you’d finally made him warm up to you 

He sees that hurt on your face every time and ignores the way it makes his entire chest tighten up, like he can’t breathe 

He doesn’t know what upsets him more - seeing you hurting because of him, or feeling you slowly back off and give him space after taking the hint

But it’s what he wanted

...Right? 

He wanted to distance himself

Yes, that’s right 

It’s the only way he can live with himself

It’s safer for you and for him if he just doesn’t get too close 

So why does it feel so tense now? Why does he feel so on edge with the distance between you two? 

Distance used to make him feel safe, feel like he was doing his job, feel like he was strong

And now he feels weak and he feels so cold 

And he’s so warm during the times you do get too close 

And then cold again when you apologize and back off 

Levi is just absolutely sick of his own shit 

And also sick of your shit

You should suck it up and come and talk to him instead of giving him space

Why won’t you talk to him?

He knows, now, that there’s no point in denying it anymore 

There is something so dangerous in someone else making him feel safe

But you did that, you do that, and now he has to ask himself if he is as strong as people say

Strong enough to tell you he wants you and strong enough to bear the fear of losing you 

Because that is the reality you live in 

So he marches up to you after supper and braces himself and sees the surprise in your eyes and then he just...

He freezes 

Levi doesn’t know what to say and doesn’t want to say it in front of everyone else 

So he just mumbles a quick, “Sorry for being a dick.” 

And then walks off, so frustrated with himself 

It’s the night before an expedition anyway, so emotions are running a little high around the barracks

He decides to wait until you’re both safe and back to really say something

It’s just a simple expedition to bring back some titans for experimentation

That’s what he tells himself 

There’s always risk, but this one can’t be too bad and you’re talented and he’s talented

But during the expedition things go a little wrong, and he’s so busy fighting that he doesn’t have time to let that prick of fear run down his spine

For a split second, he lets himself think about you, and he’s assured that you’re fine 

He can’t see your squad on the ride back to base and he’s busy until everyone is finally behind the wall again

And while everyone is filing in, defeated and tired, Levi finally allows himself to search for you 

He’s full of adrenaline and even more than that, he’s finally allowing himself to feel excited to see you 

That smile, that warmth, he needs it after today 

And he needs to tell you everything that he’s been denying to himself 

He needs to show you how strong he really is

He’s so strong now

Because you make him strong, and he’s brave enough to tell you how much he wants to hold you and protect you and let himself feel safe with you 

But where are you? 

Levi finally tracks down one of your squad members, severely battered, and his heart pounds as he sees just how messed up she is 

Where are you? 

He asks your comrade that very question 

“Where are they?” 

And she looks so shaken up and so defeated and so fragile 

Levi knows you’re around here somewhere, completely fine, completely alive

...Right? 

He doesn’t hear the, “Captain Levi, I’m so sorry...” 

He doesn’t acknowledge the pity stares 

He only understands three words

Your name, and then, “is dead”, following it 

The topic of you had never been so bitter before 

He doesn’t even realize he’s walking away, God only knows where

He just feels cold, he knows he’ll always feel cold now 

The distance between you, the distance that he created, is now unbreakable

The small fragment that remained of Levi’s heart, the one he’d wanted to give to you...he tucks it away permanently 

Part of him is screaming about being right 

There’s even a sadistic part that’s relieved he didn’t say anything

See! You can know nothing but pain! Right?! Right?!

But the all-consuming part of him, the part that wants you - wanted you - is painfully...dormant 

It just utters a pathetic, ...Right, that’s right

And there will never be anything but distance 

[chenziee]

There are sparks between us

First one for this batch of requests! (I really should stop pretending they’re going to be “drabbles”, I haven’t written a single one that could pass for a drabble)

Thank you so much @detective1412d​ for the prompt! This... might not be what you had in mind but I hope you like it! <33 (I absolutely love your username btw, just needed you to know that)

Requests are still open, please refer to this post for more info :)

[Read on AO3 or under the cut]

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Even when he was only just nearing the little house where he and the Straw Hats had taken shelter after the battle with Doflamingo, Law could tell it was noisy. That could only mean that Straw Hat was finally awake and a wave a relief washed over him. It wasn’t like Straw Hat sleeping the past few days away was unexpected after the strain on his body, and Law had checked his condition regularly to make sure everything was alright, but hearing his laughter was still a weight off of his shoulders.

He could do without the noise but he supposed that was just a part of the package with these pirates and their captain. Just couldn’t do the simplest of things quietly.

Law was surprised at the chuckle that had escaped him at the thought. When did he become so… fond of these people? He quickly wiped the smile off of his face, schooling his expression back to neutral as he reached out to open the door.

“Torao!” Straw Hat greeted him immediately. “Where did you go?”

Looking in the direction of the voice, Law was surprised to no find the other Straw Hats or the samurai sitting at the at the table but instead, Fire Fist Ace and the revolutionary army chief of staff were there with Straw Hat himself. What he wasn’t surprised about, however, was seeing his fellow pirate captain stuffing his face with food, his head barely visible behind the mountain in front of him. At least he swallowed his food before he tried to talk to Law.

“Just checking on the marines,” Law replied, leaning Kikoku against the wall and pushing his hood away from his face.

“Boring,” Straw Hat said in response.

“Someone has to do it since you people don’t seem to give a damn,” Law noted, raising a challenging eyebrow but Straw Hat only stuck his tongue out at him, making Law huff out a small laugh.

“The navy can suck it,” Fire Fist said as he stole a chicken leg right from under Straw Hat’s fingers, earning himself loud protests from his younger brother. A second later, a pipe came to land against the side of Ace’s head. The man clicked his tongue and dropped the chicken back on the pile with a huge pout.

Sabo smiled in approval, then finally reacted to Ace’s words, “Yeah, they don’t seem all too eager to catch us anyway.”

“That’s because gambler old man isn’t a bad guy,” Straw Hat said, nodding seriously to himself as he grabbed the chicken leg that Ace had tried to steal.

As if that made any difference. “He’s still an admiral. They’re going to move sooner or later,” Law sighed, ruffing Straw Hats hair on his way to grab some water.

The other pirate only snickered, letting his head fall so far back that Law’s neck hurt at the sight. “But Torao, it’s not like we can’t beat them.”

 Before Law could say anything, Sabo interrupted him, “You’re not fighting an admiral, Luffy. Not now when you’re still recovering.”

“Exactly, Luffy. I’m the one who’s going to fight him,” Ace agreed in a grave voice.

“Neither of you is fighting the admiral!” Sabo snapped, and Law was glad at least one of these brothers seemed to be remotely sane.

Is what he thought at least, before Luffy whined, “Not fair, you already fought him, Sabo!”

His words were closely followed by Ace rolling his eyes and huffing, “You just want to fight him yourself.”

“What can I say, it’s my job to pick fights with the government,” Sabo said with a grin, shrugging as if what he had said made perfect sense.

Law sighed. How and why did he get involved with these people? “How about no one is fighting the admiral,” he said, voice perfectly flat as he shot them all a glare.

“You’re no fun.” Straw Hat announced, sounding as sulky as Law had ever hear him and looking back at Law with a huge pout on his lips.

Law felt the corner of his mouth twitch upward. How was this idiot so cute? Moving away from the counter, Law took the two steps that separated them and leaned down, briefly pressing his lips to Luffy’s. It was just a quick peck, but only when the soft touch of skin sent jolts down his spine, making his heartbeat speed up like crazy, did Law realize what he had just done. He kissed Luffy.

He kissed Luffy.

They barely even had time to talk about this… thing between them—really only had a minute in the middle of the battle, back on the roof while Luffy’s haki recovered—just enough for some hurried confessions. Luffy was asleep the entire time after and Law wasn’t even entirely sure he felt the same way.

He was honestly starting to panic a little bit.

Taking a deep breath, Law finally stood up straight, moving as if on autopilot to drop into the last available chair at the table. Not like he could do much about it now except try to play it cool, after all. Especially when the silence suddenly hanging over the room was getting unbearable. He hoped his expression wasn’t betraying the battle that was raging in his mind but hell, he couldn’t even look anyone of them in the face. Mostly, he just didn’t want to know what expression Luffy was wearing right then so he only focused on the mug in his hands, taking a long sip of his water just to have an excuse to close his eyes.

He was brought back to reality when he felt something warm touch his cheek and his eyes shot open. It took him a second to realize what just happened. That Luffy had kissed him back. When he turned to look to the side, he came face to face with that bright, wide grin and he didn't bother stopping the small, soft smile that pulled on his own lips right then; the warm feeling in his chest and his stomach, the ghost of Luffy's touch on his lips and cheek… It was too much, too impossible to fight.

Plus, he didn't want to fight it anyway. Luffy reciprocating his feelings made him feel light, made him feel safe, made him happy, and Law was done running away from things that made him happy just because he was too scared to lose them.

He wasn't going to lose this one thing even if it killed him.

Suddenly, the comfortable warmth Law was feeling disappeared, only to be replaced by the unbearable heat coming from the wall of fire in his face. Law jerked back on reflex, nearly falling off of his chair in the process.

“Ace, stop!” came Luffy’s voice from somewhere on the other side of the fiery wall.

Law as well turned to look at him questioningly; the only possible suspect was glaring right back at him, an unspeakable fury written all over his face while his entire right arm was engulfed in flames. Even his hair was on fire.

“You touch my little brother again and I will burn your face off,” Ace growled, making the wall grow even larger to prove his point.

Law rolled his eyes. Talk about an overreaction.

Sabo’s hand landed on Ace’s shoulder a moment later. “Calm down, Ace, or you’re going to burn down the house,” he said, voice sounding soothing.

Law almost thanked him, but when he looked at the revolutionary’s face, there was a cold smile there and that was honestly a lot more terrifying than whatever Ace was show him.

“Just leave it to me, I’ll crush his head like an egg for robbing Luffy of his first kiss,” the man added, his hand already coated in Armament haki.

As if Law was about to stick around for that.

With a sigh, Law coated his own arm in haki and reached through the flames to grab at Straw Hat. “Shambles,” he said lazily and immediately, the two of them found themselves on the roof, the two enraged screams only a muffled echo from down below.

“Your power is always so cool,” Straw Hat breathed as soon as he found his footing after the sudden change of scenery.

“Thanks,” Law replied with a chuckle at the stars that were dancing in Luffy’s eyes. He was seriously too cute. However, his amusement soon died down when he remembered what Sabo had said and he frowned, his gaze turning to quizzical. “Was that really your first kiss?” he asked slowly.

Straw Hat cocked his head to the side, a confused expression finding its way on his face. “Yeah?”

A feeling of dread and shame washed over Law. He really fucked up there, didn’t he? “I’m sorry,” he said, trying to sound as sincere as he could.

“Why?”

Law paused, staring blankly at the honest, bemused frown on Luffy’s face that accompanied the simple question. Did he seriously not understand why Law was apologizing?

“For stealing your first kiss?” he tried, gesturing vaguely between them. “And without asking,” he added, making a face at his own stupidity. Why didn’t he realize what he was about to do until after it happened?

“Why?” Straw Hat asked again, pausing for a second before continuing, “I mean, it’s not a big deal, right? I don’t know why Ace and Sabo reacted like that. And I like you and I liked it so it’s a good thing, isn’t it?”

Law blinked. Luffy wasn’t wrong but it… sounded a little too simple. Looking into Luffy’s eyes, Law couldn’t see any hint of uncertainty or any sign that he didn’t mean every single word he had said and out of nowhere, Law felt like he was the stupid one.

He couldn’t help it. He laughed, suddenly feeling so light and calm. Maybe he really shouldn’t be thinking too hard about things, especially where this idiot was concerned. It wasn’t like he bothered to think anything through, after all.

With a crooked smile still on his face, Law leaned forward, his fingers gently brushing Luffy’s cheek before they buried in his soft hair. He ignored the shouts of his name and death threats coming from the two brothers who were now running all around the house looking for them, only focusing on the grin on Luffy’s face and the warmth of his gaze. “Then I better do it more often,” he whispered only a second before their lips connected once more.

The kiss was slower this time, soft and innocent and making those damn butterflies in Law’s stomach go crazy. He really was so gone for this man. He couldn’t help but remember the time after they had left the auction house on Sabaody two years ago, the one where he met Luffy for the first time. After all was said and done, Shachi had looked at him with this stupid grin on his face and called Law smitten.

Law had just rolled his eyes and told him not to be an idiot but he wondered, if the same conversation happened now, whether he would be able to say anything against the accusation. Hell, maybe Shachi was right even then. Maybe Law was taken in by his brightness, the life he was radiating, and his reckless willingness to fight the entire world for the people he cared about. He couldn’t deny he was drawn to him ever since they first met.

Finally, they pulled away from each other, both out of breath and with smiles on their faces, and Law thought to himself that it might have been unavoidable. Unavoidable for Luffy to save him, both metaphorically and literally, for Law to fall in love, for the two of them being here, kissing on the roof while Luffy’s brothers went through several stages of mental breakdown below them.

And Law would go through everything that had happened in the past week all over again just for this moment.

[ah-ga-seven]

Till’ The End of Summer - Chapter 1

>> series masterlist <<

Pairing: Choi Yeonjun x Reader

In a Nutshell: College!AU, Rich Kids, Friends to Lovers, Fuckboy athlete Yeonjun, Overprotective Best friend Soobin, contains all of TXT and other Idol cameos, Omnipresent perspective.

Synopsis: You and Yeonjun are caught up in a cat and mouse game because of unspoken feelings and endless pining for each others’ attention. With the summer break approaching and lots of college parties, will you finally get a chance to explore your feelings for each other even though the world and Yeonjun’s reputation makes things complicated? 

Word count: 3.2K

Genre: Angst, Fluff, 

Warnings: Mentions of sex, alcohol, overall pretty tame. 

A/N: English isn’t my first language, pls don’t come for me ;) Also the first chapter sucks and is more of an introduction so pls give ch 2 a chance lmaoo, it’s juicy, i promise.

You were exhausted.  

Your second year of college had passed like a whirlwind and you didn’t even have the time to realise.

Deadline after deadline after deadline had passed and you finally handed in your last paper of the year.  

You sigh in relief. The pent up tension leaves ur body and the stress seems to fade more and more as the seconds pass. You stare blankly at your laptop screen. Still not quite realising how you managed to write ten thousand words of scientific research just 3 days before the deadline.

You feel two firm hands on your shoulders, massaging you as a way to show comfort “Hey, are you okay? You look like you’re about to cry.”  

The voice and sudden skinship startled you a little but as soon as you realise who it is, you relax in his touch.

You remove your Airpods and look up at your best friend, Soobin, who sat down next to you at your favourite secluded table in the school’s cafeteria. It’s where your friends could always find you if you had work to do.  

“I just might” you sigh throwing your head back. And suddenly a huge grin crept up your face. Which worked contagiously as Soobin instantly started to smile back at you. 

“I did it. I finished all of the work.” You say putting your hand on your forehead dramatically.  

Soobin chuckled nudging your shoulder. “I told you, you’d be fine. You always manage to pull through even though you procrastinate so much.” He says as he high-fives you.

You pout at his statement. Yes. It’s a serious problem. “I just-”

You stop your sentence midway as that god walks into the cafeteria. His confident stride to the soda machine dressed in simple athletic wear made your jaw drop slightly. He was sweaty, probably from basketball practice. His chestnut hair damp, cascading his forehead and prickling his eyes. He blinked a few times before blowing the hair out of his face with his pouty lips.  

You swallow harshly at the sight and Soobin follows your gaze. You hear him chuckle, right before he flicks your forehead.

“Maybe if you stopped drooling over my roommate, you would’ve been able to focus.”  

You send him a glare, kicking his knee under the table, making him yelp out in pain, which caught someone’s attention.

Yeonjun takes out his soda from the machine as his head snaps in your direction. He smiles and approaches your table. Your heart decided to do martial arts in your chest with every step he took towards your table.

You look away from his gaze quickly pretending to be busy with your laptop.

“Hey, what’s up?” Yeonjun said ‘bro-fiving’ Soobin.  

“Nothing much, just the usual abuse from miss thing here,” Soobin says sending you a look as he rubs his knee. 

“Abuse? I didn’t know you were into that.” Yeonjun says giving you a coy smile, and you nearly choked at his words, looking at him wide-eyed.

You try your best to keep your cool, but Yeonjun was leaning against your chair, inching dangerously close, looking over your shoulder.

“Watchu working on?” he asks cutting the tension.

Oh Yeonjun, always so friendly and interested. If only he knew the effect he had on you. Or the effect he had on at least half of the female and male population of your elite college.  

“N-nothing. I mean I just finished it. It’s the paper for Mr. Davis’s class. The last one, so summer can finally start.” You ramble, not sure why you’re telling him all of these details. It’s not like he cares. 

You take a mental note to shut up, stealing a quick glance from Soobin who was awkwardly shifting in his seat.

Yeonjun let out a chuckle, patting your back. “Good job, I knew you could do it. This paper will give you an advantage next year right?”  

You look up in confusion. “How’d you know?”

“Soobinnie here told me that this paper was the reason you bailed on the party two days ago. Such a shame, would’ve been nice to have you there you know…” Yeonjun says a little lost in thought absentmindedly moving a strand of your hair behind your ear.  

Was he? Flirting?  

“I have all the time in the world now, so if you want to see me so badly, just give me a call.” You say confidently crossing your arms. You were testing him, and he seemed amused by your sudden confidence.  

Soobin rolled his eyes at the two of you. Yeonjun is a notorious fuckboy. A star player of the basketball team, rich, handsome, charming but also his best friend and teammate. You were also his best friend that he had known since childhood, which means that the two of you were a recipe for disaster in his books.  

The two of you planned to go to the same college since your parents pushed you to do so, but also because you two are joined at the hip since birth. Oh and did you mention that Soobin was the one with the full basketball scholarship, while you had to rely on your actual brain to get one?

Ever since you started college and were introduced to Choi Yeonjun, you had a meaningless crush on him. But since time passed and you got close to Soobin’s friends and vice versa, your feelings towards him seemed to escalate and you could tell that Yeonjun was into you too. You just didn’t know in what way.

Soobin always tried his best to keep you two apart because he didn’t want you to get hurt. Soobin knew Yeonjun was just going to be in it for the sex and is not ready for a relationship in any way or form.  

But Soobin also knows that if you have set your mind to something, there’s absolutely no way that he can talk you out of it. You have always had a fascination for bad boys, wanting to fix them and then crying to Soobin about it when it didn’t work out. It might be the quality he hates about you the most.

But this time it was different. This time it was between two people that Soobin genuinely cared for. So he was against the two of you having any type of relationship other than friendship.

Soobin cleared his throat, diverting the attention back to him. “That sounds nice and all, but I think y/n will be going back home for summer. Right?”

You’re confused by Soobin’s sudden cock blocking and raise your eyebrow at him.

“No, actually. I’m not. Not this year. My parents are traveling through Europe so there’s nothing for me to go home to.” You say. Soobin knows about this. So why would he mention you going back home?

“Well. That’s great. Then we can finally hang out with the whole squad without any of us bailing because of school work.” Yeonjun says smiling.

“Anyways, I’ve got to go. I guess I’ll…see you around?” Yeonjun asks staring at you intently. You just nod in response giving him a smile, which he returned to you immediately. It was more of a smirk than a smile though and you could swear his eyes wandered to your chest, but you didn’t want to jump to any conclusions.

“See you back home bro” Yeonjun said patting the younger one on his shoulder before walking off.

As Yeonjun was out of sight, your head snaps back to Soobin, who was glaring at you.

“What was that about,” you say crossing your arms, fire spitting from your pupils.

“That’s so NOT happening” Soobin states taking a sip out of his water bottle while keeping eye contact.

“Excuse you?” you say lost for words.

Soobin just shrugs, he’s visibly annoyed and you know not to push his buttons right now but you decide to do so anyway.

“Listen, I know you’re practically my brother and all. But you’re not. So I don’t see why you need to act like you are, I like him Soobin. Let me explore my feelings for him a little.” You say in a hushed tone trying not to sound too bitchy, but Soobin just scoffs in response, rolling his eyes at you.

“It’s your feelings that I’m worried about y/n, cause he certainly doesn’t care. He just wants to fuck. If he actually liked you, he wouldn’t look at you like you’re a meal. He’d look at you with affection.”  

You’re taken aback by his statement and you’re not so sure if you should bite back at him. Instead, you let him explain some more as you wave your hand at him as a sign for him to continue.

“I care about both of you. I just don’t want this y/n, because when worse comes to worst I will have to choose, and then I will choose you and everything will go to shit. I am his captain, we have the same group of friends, we share multiple classes, hell, we share a whole apartment” Soobin sighs massaging his temples.

“Ok…Ok…Jesus” you give in.

“I promise; I won’t engage” you pout.  

“Good,” Soobin says. “Please for once just…listen to me. Trust me, he’s not the type of guy to want a relationship right now.”

“Ok.” You sigh. “But this means you and your girlfriend will be stuck with me all summer then.”

Soobin looks up, confused at how easy it was to talk you out of it. He smiles at you sweetly and his eyes disappear into crescent moons as he does so. “I can’t wait to get mani-pedi’s.” He laughs sarcastically clapping his massive hands together cutely while visibly relaxing in his seat.

Suddenly your heart gets all soft at the sight of the giant baby in front of you.  In a way he is right. He’s telling you all the things that you already knew. And the last thing you wanted was to hurt Soobin for some dumb crush you had on a college boy.  

“Soobin is just the captain cause he’s the tallest” Yeonjun argues.

You giggle at his childish statement. You were at the park off-campus with some of your friends. Soobin had his arm draped around his girlfriend Mia’s shoulder while she leaned into him. They were disgustingly adorable. And every time they displayed a little too much PDA all of your friends would throw snacks at them.

Beomgyu, Taehyun, and Hueningkai had also joined you on the picnic. You were sitting with your legs draped over Beomgyu’s so there would be enough space for everyone on the blanket you brought.  

All of you munched on different types of snacks. And you tried your hardest to keep your distance from Yeonjun without making it obvious.

“Soobin hyung is the captain because he’s not as full of himself as you are” Taehyun said, making everyone but Yeonjun laugh.

He gave Taehyun the glare of death and pouted afterward to show playfulness. “I get no respect in this household” Yeonjun sighs as he throws an M&M at Tae’s head, which he dodged just in time.

Your heart did a jump at the sight of his pout and as if he could sense it, Yeonjun made eye contact with you.

He smirked, looking away when you did.  

Mia looked at you, narrowing her eyes as she saw the way you two were stealing glances from each other like high school kids.  

Mia was one of your closest friends whom you had introduced to Soobin in the first year. They started dating not long after they met. And from time to time you still remind them of the fact that if it weren’t for you, they’d be sad and lonely.

Mia knew you like the back of her hand, just like Soobin did. So keeping a secret from either of them was basically impossible. The two of them tend to gang up on you a lot. Even though you know It’s out of love and concern, it’s still really fucking annoying sometimes. Especially when it comes to your love life.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” you say getting up. Beomgyu reluctantly removed his arm from your leg and uses it as a supporting rod for you to get up.  

You smile and thank him, which made Yeonjun narrow his eyes at the two of you, which Mia also noticed.  

Soobin however was lost in deep conversation with Hueningkai about some Math problems he had.  

Huening was a freshman, just like Tae, but since they were on the basketball team as well, they were all pretty close. And they helped each other out whenever they could.

You admired their friendship and were happy to call them your friends as well.

“I’ll come with you,” Mia says untangling her man's arms from her waist as she tries to get up, earning a sad pout from Soobin in return. “Come back soon,” he said sighing.

“Don’t be disgusting” Yeonjun and you say at the exact same time. Earning chuckles from everyone.

You look at each other surprised and laugh like the two of you were in your own world.

This time, Soobin noticed, and you try your best to avoid his gaze.

“You two are just bitter cause you’re single” Taehyun stated throwing his head back in evil laughter.

“Well so are you, so are all of you except for them so what’s your point exactly” Yeonjun bites back giving Taehyun a beaming smile while stuffing his face with a handful of the chocolates.

“Ehm, shall we?” Mia nudged you and you nodded as the boys’ bickering became background noise while you walked off together.

“Why do chicks always go to the bathroom together” Hueningkai questioned with genuine curiosity.  

“So they can talk shit in private,” Beomgyu said wiggling his eyebrows.

As Mia and you walked further and further from your spot, Mia looks over her shoulder to determine if it’s a safe enough distance to start gossiping.

“Dude” she nudges you while speaking in a hushed tone.

“Why were you and Yeonjun literally eye-fucking each other in front of everyone.”  

Your eyes grow wide and you turn around facing her. “Eye-fucking” you repeat her, suppressing a chuckle while trying to be as nonchalant as possible.  

“I think you’re seeing things.” You say shrugging.

“Am I y/n?” she looks at you with a stern expression, and this time you’ve had about enough.

You sigh in frustration as you open the door to the public bathroom entrance.

“Look, Soobin already gave me the ‘Yeonjun is a fuckboy so stay away’ lecture, I really don’t need to hear it again.”  

“Soobin lectured you about not engaging with Yeonjun?” Mia says surprised.

You raise your eyebrows. “You didn’t know? I thought he told you everything.”  

Mia sighs. “If you like him, who’s Soobin to tell you what to do with those feelings?”  

Your jaw drops, in awe of the fact that she’s siding with you on this one. “But if he hurts you, I’ll break his ankles.” She says determined, with her psycho protective smile.  Ah, there it is.  

“Well. Soobin really gave me an ultimatum. He basically says that if things end badly, he would have to choose between us and that it’d ruin not only his friendship but the team’s teamwork and everything. I don’t want to have that on my conscience just because I’m lusting over Yeonjun.”

Mia nearly busted a lung laughing and you cocked your eyebrow at her in surprise. “What are you laughing about” you try to suppress a smile, amused by her sudden outburst.

“He. Is. So. Dramatic” she says still recovering from her laughing fit.

“He is?” you ask genuinely interested in her point of view.

“Yes, he is. Look I don’t want to be the one to push you into toxicity or anything but we know Yeonjun. He is sweet? And nice. And he has never given me an off vibe. I can tell he has eyes for you, the only problem is that a lot of girls have eyes for him too and that can become a problem. The issue is if YOU can handle that.” Mia fixes your hair while she speaks and you sigh.

She’s right. “But Soobin”

“Oh fuck Soobin, I’ll keep my mouth shut. Just live a little. What’s the worst that could happen.”  

“Did you pee out the whole lake? That took forever.” Soobin states yanking Mia back into his lap.

“I missed you,” he says nuzzling his face in her neck.

“Ok, gross.” Beomgyu rolled his eyes.  

“There was a line” you lie walking over to Yeonjun’s side, sitting down between him and Hueningkai this time. This action earned a look from Soobin, who was basically cursing at you with his eyes, all while Mia smiled at you knowingly. It also earned a look from Yeonjun, he looked at you surprised but content, and he gave you a sweet smile, his facial expression softened immediately when you nudged him playfully as you sat down next to him.

The whole afternoon was spent laughing and bickering. Listening to the boys’ none sense and Taehyun making snacks disappear and appear with his never-ending magic tricks. All while the six of you were busting your brains trying to solve Hueningkai’s mathematical equations for his engineering class.  

Yeonjun inched closer to you from time to time. The both of you were in charge of the music that was blasting from your portable speaker. You compared your Spotify playlists and noticed how much you have in common with him music-wise. It was fun seeing Yeonjun becoming all passionate about his favourite artists, it certainly didn’t help the fact that you were trying to keep a distance from him. Cause his cute little mannerisms and the way he gets so engrossed in his storytelling made you fall for him even more. Face first to be exact.  

From time to time you would feel Yeonjun’s gaze linger on you. He’d ‘accidentally’ brush his arm against yours or he would touch your thigh, asking you to pass him another can of soda.

It was a lot, but you couldn’t say you hated it.

“It’s getting late” Taehyun says getting up. “We need to prepare for the party tonight”  

his statement earned hums, moans, and groans from everyone.  

“Whose party?” you asked.

“Johnny. That senior from the photography major” Yeonjun answered, looking at you with a hopeful expression. “You’re coming right?”  

You smiled at him, nodding your head. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

“Dude this is a disaster,” you say rummaging through your clothes while you were on Facetime with Mia. “I don’t have anything to wear”  

Mia rolled her eyes at you. “You trying to impress someone?” she said stuffing her face with seaweed chips.

You stare at her through the screen “Listen, you little shit. Just because you’re in a happy marriage doesn’t mean you get to be all sarcastic and judgy”  

She snorted “Marriage!? Oh please. You’re just trying to impress Yeonjun and that’s fine. Just wear something that covers the least amount of skin, he’ll like it.”  

“You’re a menace to society” you state, Mia shrugs at your choice of words and laughs. “But you’re right.” You give in grabbing a strappy lilac mini dress. “Then I guess this is contestant number one”

“Ooh, yes! Love that, wear that.” Mia enthusiastically exclaims giving you a thumbs up.

“Okay, that was a lot easier than I thought this was going to be, I’m gonna finish getting ready. You and Soobin are picking me up, right?” 

“Yes, we are. Be ready at 11.”  

“Alright, see you, bye”

“Bye.”

You throw your phone on your bed and hold the dress in front of your figure, looking at yourself in the mirror. You sigh, getting a rush of anxiety and butterflies in your stomach as you think of seeing Yeonjun again tonight. 

Let’s see where this goes. 

Chapter 2

[koscheyyy]

Give me that TMA Glup Shitto.

Thank you so much for asking! I got another for tma so im just going to put everything into this one.

1. Blorbo (favorite character, character I think

about the most)

My blorbo is Elias💜 boo me all you want but I love that stinky rat bastard so much that i just want to kick him down the stairs! Hes like a little lap dog that i just carry around in my purse, we have brunches together while i brush his hair.

2. Scrunkly (my "baby", character that gives me

cuteness aggression, character that is So

Shaped)

My little scrunkly is Jonathan Sims, head Jarchivist of the Magnus institute, London. Hes just so *makes hand scrunching movements* y’know? Hes my baby. My special little boy. My omen of great fear and death. My silly rabbit :3

3. Scrimblo bimbo (underrated/

underappreciated fave)

Hezekiah wakely. That bitch had the most amazing name and also just wanted a dirt nap which i can relate to as i write this from my bed in which ive lain for the past two hours.

4. Glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can

appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and

I won't shut up about it for a week)

Say it with me: S I M O N F A I R C H I L D. Wrinkly old pink skeleton man i love youuuuuuu!! His statements were always my favourite and god karim kronfli’s voice is like if you melted chocolate into a bowl of more melted chocolate and then served it with a spoon made out of melted chocolate. Hes just delightful in every way and reminds me of my wonderful grandad.

5. Poor little meow meow ("problematic"/

unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic

fave)

I guess that would be Peter. He was just a bit pathetic wasn’t he? Go pretend to captain your cringe boat and suck at saving your failing marriage. Oh but i love him, he really thought his apartment complex was a good idea and ive just got to stand and hug him when it inevitably failed like a parent calming a kid down after they scraped their knee. Poor little meow meow peter ;-;

6. Horse plinko (character I would torment for

fun, for whatever reason)

Jurgen leitner? Stupid idiot motherfucking jurgen lietner god damn fool book collecting dust eating rat old bastard shithead idiot avatar of the whore-

Just kidding, it would be the ghost spider fron that one episode where it haunted the dude because i have been living that reality for years now. I hate the ghost spider and it keeps coming back! Send help.

7. Eeby deeby (character I would send to

superhell)

MAXWELL RAYNER.

Absolutely 100% cant fucking stand the twat. None of his plans made sense and honestly hes the shittiest avatar ever and i just spent the last paragraph calling peter out on being forty year old virgin! I HATE Maxwell Rayner with a passion and id personally spend my life watching his old man ass slinky its way down the plinko steps of eeby deeby for eternity just to calm the rages i feel when i even think of this tit of a cult leader. “Im going to body swap into a 12 year old boy because that is a good and rational idea!” Piss off you vitamin C lacking cunt!

[tsuumu]

hii! i really like your blog so far, you’re writing is really good! this idea just popped up in my head so idk if it’ll actually make sense but i’ll try lmao. so could you write some headcanons of sugawara, tendou, and kuroo w/ a shy s/o who gets jealous of some girls that come up to them, and she tries to tell them that shes jealous, and how they would react to that? thank you so much, and i’m sorry if this doesn’t make sense lmaoo :)

kuroo, tendou and sugawara with a jealous s/o.

good evening anon! this req is written in a school setting with various s/o personalities. i really hope you like it. <3

(the kuroo section is CONSIDERABLY longer than the other two and i apologise for that!! D: )

• nekoma’s volleyball team had become quite popular after the nationals tournament, where they had fought tirelessly and with extreme talent for everybody to see. people knew of the members and especially of their handsome captain. kuroo was prideful of his position and liked to flaunt his team’s successes to those who were interested, unknowing that they were probably more interested in him.

• he’s been talked about a lot lately. your friends always want updates on your ‘volleyball prince’, to which you promptly swat them away. he’s not a famous person. he’s just a high-school boy. a really cute, out-going, intelligent high-school boy.

• kuroo spends his free time in classes with girls on, around and at his desk, happily answering all the questions they gave him.

• unfortunately, you’re not so pleased. since tetsu had chemistry exam prep, his class has moved just a few doors down from yours. usually you wouldn’t get to see him during class because the lab work was done on the other side of the school, however he cheerily mentioned the change to you this morning whilst you were walking together.

• it happens as you’re on your way to your next room, stopping abruptly at the thought of the walk and peering in to see what was going on. after a short few seconds of scanning, you catch sight your boyfriend’s signature, dark hair. he’s chattering away to his female classmates.

• you really can’t help but feel a slight pang in your chest.

• you’ve never been overly protective or possessive of kuroo, at least, there had never been circumstances that lead you to feeling that way. you just stand there momentarily, staring at the varying expressions of the girls. tetsu is so oblivious. they’re totally hitting on him. you can’t help but sigh out. yes. he’s the talk of the town right now but wouldn’t you stop to ask him if he’s even single? you’re not angry, just a little bitter that you couldn’t sit with him like that and let them know of your existence.

• one of the girls closest to kuroo punches his arm lightly and you focus your attention back on them. you can’t figure out what on earth the actual conversation is about but she keeps placing her hands on his arms when she’s laughing or speaking enthusiastically.

• you’re not a fan of that at all, it makes the jab at your ribs heavier. you decide, ‘fuck it’ and push on the door to open it. it’s entirely on impulse and the nervousness sets in when the classroom quitens and -give or take- twenty eyes are set onto you.

• the second kuroo turns his head, he stands up at once, that shit-eating grin you know and love dearly plastered all over this face. it’s like the conversation with anybody else ended the second he saw you.

“woah. i didn’t know the next teacher was gonna be the love of my life! no, but seriously, what have you done to him, babe?”

you push on his chest lightly and tell him to quit it, cheeks burning at how loud he is, before embracing him tightly and wrapping your arms around him. you feel much safer.

• yaku chucks a piece of balled paper at you two from another area of the classroom.

“hey, you two. i know we signed up for chemistry but not your chemistry!”

• kuroo just throws it back, before kissing you on the forehead. you mumble into the fabric of his button-up that you’re just on your way to your next lesson and you’ll probably be late now. you just wanted to see him and tell those girls you’re uninterested. he chuckles out, moving back slightly to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“well i’m glad you did. this was the best surprise ever.”

• he leans closer, pressing his lips to your ear in a coy whisper.

“what girls? there’s girls? i thought they only made one in this entire world just for me. if it’s not another you, i’ll pass.” the corners of your mouth tug into a smile, burying your nose more into him.

“hey, kitty. as much as i’d like to keep you in here forever, like a cat that very obviously has another owner, i’ll just have to see you after class. i’ll be right outside your door. okay? now scram.”

• he flicks your forehead and walks with you to your next class. you grumble playfully. on your way, you meet eyes with the girls earlier. they’re shell-shocked, previously unbeknownst of your existence, you give them a small wave before holding his arm tightly and smiling to yourself.

• tendou is the life of the party wherever he goes. everybody seems to know him and it’s not always because of volleyball. he just seems to be friends with everyone. he’s the type to be chatting with teachers, students, the old, the young. he’s a mood setter and everybody loves him.

• you fell for him. hard.

• before dating him, it made you a little agitated that everybody got along with him so well. you never knew if his smooth words and instantaneous charm were factors of all his conversations. you could never approach him, since you’d never been good at displaying romantic intentions through actions. unfortunately, these small thoughts persisted even after he himself approached you and asked you out for coffee after school one day, despite not knowing you at all. even after he kissed you on the step of your door months later. even after he eventually begged you to be his.

• you aren’t too big on publicly displaying your relationship. initiating PDA was never your thing. you weren’t embarrassed of him at all, you just preferred to stay completely professional and education-orientated when in school. he’ll tease you, once even told you you remind him of a female ushijima... before staring at the ground to reflect on his own comment and taking it back vehemently (he doesn’t want to imagine dating his best friend in front of you).

• whenever you ask him if girls talk to him, he hushes you copiously, assuring you that every man and woman that’s entered his life after you as resembled humanoid blobs in purple uniform. he has eyes for only you.

• you’re a little cold, you tend to be when jealousy sets in. like that one day your friend told you that this notoriously pretty second year had approached him, handing him a blank lined sheet and asking for his help with her english work. you found out later that she’d thanked him with fluttering eyelashes and big smiles, before frowning down at the paper.

• he’d ended up practicing his signature over and over on the page because -and you quote- “i suck at english too but this paper was good document-signing practice, so thanks!”

• a relief washes over you. you and tendou are stark opposites, in fact, the only time you ever feel obliged to lose your cool is over him. however, you know he’s loyal. he loves you very much and hopes that you’ll come to trust him with your entire heart one day.

• you vow to work on it, hard.

if sugawara was my s/o i’d just accept that everyone else would probably fall in love with him too

• this boy is made of honey. the first time you laid eyes on him was during first year, noir jacket slung over his shoulder, beautiful, silver hair rustling as he tried to shut the class window as you walked in, you were hooked.

• you felt utterly helpless at how infatuated with him you were. your friends all felt the same way. picture: sighing together and staring whenever he did ANYTHING. he was so sweet to absolutely everybody. nobody could ever bring them selves to defy, ignore or be aggressive with koushi. from the start it felt like you had competition.

• you’re a happy-go-lucky, loud-mouth shithead with an abudance of enthusiasm and energy but this third year makes your knees shake. walking up to him on a summer’s evening to ask him out, you could barely even talk. luckily, he did all the talking for you. your time together has been nothing but loving history.

• sugawara likes to spend his free time with you, often lunches, where he’s adamant on feeding you lots and lots of his own cooking to ensure you’re well-fed.

• imagine your surprise, when you’re walking, hop in your step, over to your usual meeting place and see your boyfriend sitting with another girl, feeding them. your heart practically falls out of your ass. steps slowing, you don’t even try to hide your alarm as you approach him. koushi’s face is to you, smiling and laughing. he catches sight of you and waves happily.

• your expression doesn’t change. you’re confused, hurt, unsure of how to act. should you just pretend like everything is fine? you feel like criticising them but they’re just eating. god, you’re overthinking this.

• “(y/n)! say hi to hinata!”

huh?

the girl turns around.

oh god.

• hinata’s blowing unattractively on strands of hair that are stuck to his face, before leaping up to greet you. he’s wearing a god damn wig.

“ah! (y/n), hi! i took totally weird, don’t i. it’s for this stupid drama class. i seriously thought i’d get to act and do fight scenes and look super cool to girls but instead, they made me dress up as a high-school girl! it’s ‘cause i’m short, they said!”

• you’re not even listening, just wallowing in your shame at how panicked you were.

“—i ran into sugawara and he let me try some lunch, have you eaten?” you shake your head, before grinning and suddenly grabbing the younger boy, trapping him in a playful headlock and making him squirm.

“oi, hinata. you gave me a scare, makin’ me think some doe-eyed lowerclassman was chatting up my boyfriend!”

• he whines and apologises profusely. koushi just sits and laughs, munching on his lunch and watching you give the poor boy hell. he’d never dream of that, he know you’d do worse to him if that were ever the case.

[pacific-rimbaud]

27 - panville (lets pretend its after their wedding) (lets also pretend this isnt me trying to extend bright objects epilogue in every way I can) (but just because you are the real queen of this ship)

Drabble #27: “I’m pregnant.”

by PacificRimbaud

Pairing: Pansy Parkinson x Neville Longbottom

Tags: WWII AU, unplanned pregnancy, hospital, brief mentions of war

Wiltshire, May 1944

“I’ve had a letter.”

Lavender’s voice dipped to a conspiratorial low, as though a letter was a secret Pansy both had an interest in and ought to be party to.

“From which one?”

Pansy shut off all attention to Lavender and inspected the label on a bottle of morphine tablets. Finding it sound, she filed it away in the back of the second shelf from the top in the medicine cabinet, and made a sharp graphite tick on the inventory form. 

“Lieutenant McLaggen. The fellow from Dunfermline. Oh, thank you.” Lavender received a wrapped bundle from one of the laundry girls, and set it down on the center of the table on the opposite side of the room. “He’s going to be in London next month, and wants me to come over on the train.”

Ticking at her form, Pansy fitted away a third vial, made another tick, and then filed a fourth in a martial row moving forward in the cabinet.

“You need to be careful with all that,” she said.

“Oh, I am.” Lavender checked the tag on the laundry. “I might seem silly, but I’m not daft.” 

Pansy scraped her pencil so hard against her form that it tore a small hole in the page.

“I’m glad to hear it.”

“You alright?” Lavender asked, hand paused at the task of untucking the edges of the bundle.

“I’m fine.”

Lavender laid out the edges of the cloth wrapping, removed a stack of cloth face masks, and set them on the shelf in front of her. “It’s only you look a bit flushed, Pans.”

Pansy tightened the aperture of her attention down to a ruthless diameter, wide enough for nothing beyond the minute detail of dates printed on pasted labels and the tick of her freshly sharpened pencil.

Once the old bottles were secured at the front of the shelf and the new ones filed behind them, Pansy closed the cabinet doors and brushed her hands against the cotton of her pinafore.

“I’m going to get some air,” she said, her shoulder nearly glancing against Lavender’s on her way out the door.

“Alright, love,” Lavender called after her. “I’ll tell you about the letter I’ve had from Second Lieutenant Creevey when you’ve come back.”

For a long while, Pansy had thought of the hospital as a cheap robe hung on the exalted bones of Thornwood Abbey. The war would end, and it would fall away as immaterial and disposable as the wrapping on a parcel.

No stain, no echo, no vibration of its requisition would be left behind.

It would be her sanctuary once again, and only hers, free to take her tea in solitary silence by the large window in the drawing room, watching the mallards dabble in the lake.

As it was, the drawing room was filled with men who sent up prayers to God if they woke with a headache from the anesthetic.

Day by day, Pansy felt the memory of her home drain away, replaced as it needed to be by the urgent and essential now.

She passed Daphne in the hall outside the room where her servants used to eat their dinner. She intended to keep up her pace and offer nothing beyond a tip of her head, but Daphne slipped her hand into the crook of Pansy’s elbow. 

“Your captain is looking for you,” she said quietly. “I’ve tried to deflect him, but I think he’s gone to Pomfrey already and knows you’re here.”

A voltaic shimmer traveled down the surface of Pansy’s skin and back up again.

“Fucking hell.”

Pansy turned around and stalked off in the other direction, abandoning the idea of a turn around the rose garden.

She nearly escaped to the nurse’s dormitory that was once her own, solitary boudoir.

But naturally he recalled the narrow service stairs in the east wing, and opened the door to descend just as she arrived at the top.

“Pansy,” he said, almost breathless with a sort of half-panic. “I’ve been looking all over for you.”

“Neville.”

He held his hat at his side, pinched between his spare, muscled fingers.

His hair was never fully tamed, and the impacts of having put his hat on his head and then removing it again made themselves clear.

Pansy flattened herself against the wall of the confining stairwell, grasping her own forearms in her palms behind her back.

“Well?” she asked. She pursed her lips and lifted her chin, fluidly performing the impatience and imperious nonchalance that constituted the entirety of her personality as far as most people were concerned.

“I’m leaving.” He breathed in, an intake of air meant to fortify and compose. “Today. Just now, actually.”

His dark eyes scanned her own, but her vision caught on the pink line of scar tissue running from below his left ear, over his cheekbone, through the outside third of his left eyebrow, then turning back to end in a jagged half circle at the hairline at his left temple.

The scar and a Victoria Cross he kept folded in a handkerchief at the back of his top bureau drawer were the only mementos he had been given for a wound that had done everything in its power to end his life.

The desire to trace it with her fingertips flooded her with so much force that she pinched the skin of both her arms hard enough with her fingernails that she sucked in a breath through her nose.

“I wish you all the luck, then, Captain,” she said, leaning hard into the clipped tones of her breeding to mask the quaver in her throat.

“Pansy, please.”

She might have persisted—would have persisted—had he been any other man, but his hand was at her hip, and then his elbow was crooked behind her nape, and she was in his arms, sighing against the mouth that had been mercifully spared of injury for her own selfish, covetous, unappeasable use.

“I’m going to write to you,” he muttered against her jaw.

“I told you. I won’t read them.”

“I don’t care.”

Pansy took his hand in hers, and folded it over her breast.

She might have known better. Should have known better.

He made her mindless with want.

His hand closed hard, in the way that she liked best, over her too-tender breast, and she gasped with the pain of it.

He pulled back instantly, skin flushed and lips heated for her, and stared at her with an expression of hurt and confusion that she hated, instantly and forever.

“Pans, I’m so sorry. I—”

She prayed, earnestly, fervently, for his stupidity.

But there was only one time she’d known him to be a fool.

His thinking was both careful and thorough, and after a moment his skin paled.

“You’ve been avoiding me for a week,” he said.

She wouldn’t tell him.

She refused.

He would go, and meet the enemy at the door with nothing to remind him of her except the knickers she’d folded into his pocket on the afternoon he’d first taken her, breathless, his scar still red, against the grass bordering the rushes at the edge of the lake.

He would go, and there he would be stupid, beating back disaster with the hard brick of his self-sacrificial love.

Maybe he would come back to find her Miss Parkinson of Thornwood Abbey, sitting in her drawing room with a cup of tea.

Maybe he would come back to find her another man’s wife.

Maybe he would come back with no desire to find her anywhere.

Maybe he wouldn’t come back at all.

“Pansy.”

She was hard as flint.

She was so soft.

She could have told him the hour of the disaster with devastating precision.

Lying on her back, a prohibited object in his bed, she’d been lost with him moving in her, bleary eyes half closed, muting her voice against the sweat at his shoulder, heels at the small of his back holding him tight to her as she gasped out that she loved him.

She had hoped he hadn’t heard, but outside the borders of her own unbearable arc of sensation, she was aware that he’d finished inside her.

If she’d moved immediately after, it might have been possible to have done something, but she couldn’t care about anything beyond how it felt to be held in his arms.

In the dreary dark of the stairs, he studied her with dogged and patient intelligence.

And then his fingertips stroked down her belly, and flexed over the secret below.

He moved quickly then, ducking down and tossing her over his shoulder, and marching with singular purpose up the stairs to the second floor.

Below her, the familiar carpet of her ancestral hall streaked away from the backs of his heels.

He finally stopped at the mahogany door to what was once the least-offered guest bedroom in the east wing, and pushed it open with startling force.

He set her down on her feet in the middle of the room, and tightened one of his long arms around her waist.

The chaplain sat at his desk ramrod straight, auburn hair slicked into an adamant wave over his forehead and spectacles perched on the bridge of his nose. He cradled a pen in his hand, poised over a sheet of paper.

“Captain Longbottom. Nurse Parkinson,” he said, mannerly and terse. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I’m going to need you to marry us, Father Weasley,” said Neville. “Straight away.”

Father Weasley laid his pen down in a strict perpendicular to his page, and folded his hands together at the edge of his desk.

“I’m afraid you’ll need to submit the proper paperwork. Then Major Weasley will have to approve. He’s on leave in Devonshire at the moment,” he said, shifting his pen a millimetre to the right, “and isn’t expected to return until Tuesday.”

“Get Brigadier General Moody to sign off on it. He’s downstairs in the wards.” Neville’s hand tightened on Pansy’s waist. “I’m...that is so say we’re—”

He turned to Pansy, pink-cheeked, eyes shining, and smiled with half his mouth like an absolute clot.

Pansy couldn’t bear to look at him. Instead she stared hard at Father Weasley until he puffed a beleaguered breath through his nostrils.

He looked at the face of his wristwatch, then drew open a drawer at the side of his desk, and pulled out a blank form.

“You’ll need a witness.”

Neville released Pansy’s waist, stalked to the door and stuck his head out.

“Malfoy,” he called out. “You’re needed.”

Half a minute later, Captain Malfoy strolled through the door entirely unbothered, half-eaten apple in hand.

“Hullo. What’s going on then?” he asked.

“Give me your ring,” said Neville.

Malfoy looked down at the emerald ring on his little finger.

“What do you want my ring for, Longbottom? Go and get one of your own.” He looked Pansy up and down. “Where’s your wee cap gone, Pans?” He took an enormous bite of his apple. “I shouldn’t think the priest has it.”

“Father Weasley’s marrying us just now,” said Neville. “You’re needed as witness.”

Malfoy laughed. “What? Right now? What’s the bloody great rush?”

“I’m pregnant, idiot,” said Pansy.

Malfoy’s eyes widened. “Well that’s extremely naughty of you.”

With an effort, he pulled the ring off his finger and tossed it to Neville.

“You’d better have something a fair sight better than that in your vaults, Longbottom. I hope you’re aware that our Pans has champagne taste.”

Pansy tucked her hair over her ear. “Fuck off, Draco.”

While Father Weasley scribed at the form, Pansy tucked her hand in Neville’s, and turned to face him.

“I’m going to write to you,” he said quietly, rolling Draco’s ring in his fingers. “Constantly. I don’t care whether you read them.”

For two weeks, Pansy had watched the mirror with mounting terror.

She’d seen her soft, glassy eyes. Her swelling breasts. The heat rising visibly at the surface of her skin.

Fatigued and faint, nauseated and utterly sick with love and longing, she shifted to fill the open geometry of Neville’s body.

“Normally we’d get two days, Pans, but we’re...I can’t—”

She pulled up on her toes, and his arms tightened around her, lifting her nearly off the floor and into the warm space he kept reserved for her at the side of his neck.

“Were you going to tell me?” he whispered hoarsely.

“You can’t worry,” she muttered against his pulse. “You’re not allowed.”

“I’m going to use every last piece of paper I’m given.” He pressed his face into her hair. “I don’t care if you read a single one.”

Pansy breathed him in, using every sense to press him hard into the soft wax of her memory. “I’m going to read them all.”

[lahyene]

Overcome.

Pairing: chris evans x celeb!reader

Summary: A fake relationship with Chris as a part of a publicity stunt to promote your upcoming movie becomes very real when you decide to confess your feelings for him.

Themes: fluff, romance, swearing

Word count: 1150

You barely glance towards the cameras before looking up at your “boyfriend”, laughing somewhat awkwardly. “You don’t think this is too obvious?” you ask Chris, though forcing a casual smile for the many photos you know are going to be all over the Internet today. 

“Oh, it definitely is.” Chris scoffs as he lays on his side beside your criss-cross position on the picnic blanket, taking a sip of his milkshake. “But our managers are going to kick our asses if we don’t do this, so might as well entertain it.”

You and Chris are starring in an upcoming action movie, and as per the twisted and manipulative demands of Hollywood, the two of you are being asked to pretend to be a couple for the public to raise interest in the film. Fortunately for you, the two of you had at least become good friends during filming so that this little charade wasn’t too awkward, but you both despised having to be fake. Unfortunately, that’s what the industry is all about.

“There are so many freakin’ cameras everywhere,” you mumble, trying your best not to look at them directly as you pop a fry into your mouth. “They said there’d only be a few paparazzi here....”

“Word spreads.” Chris sighs but looks up at you somewhat fondly, raising a brow. “You’re really not used to this yet, huh?”

“I guess not,” you admit with a little laugh, rubbing the back of your neck. “This is only my second movie, though, to be fair. I’m no A-lister like you are, I’m surprised you even want to be around a peasant like me,” you tease, and he laughs loudly at this, putting his hand on your thigh to playfully push at it slightly. You can’t help but beam; you know his reactions aren’t for the camera, they’re genuine.

“Hey, hey, calm down, would ya? I am not that snobby,” he defends himself as he continues to chuckle, then looks a bit more sincere as he adds, “and you are so not a peasant. This may only be your second movie but everyone’s absolutely taken away with how fuckin’ talented you are, ya know that? Pretty sure you’re the star of this show, not me.”

You’ve always marveled at how damn humble this man is. Sometimes, it’s to the point where he simply insults himself. You’ve noticed he seems to be a bit self-deprecating at times, and it’s hard to tell if it’s a joke or if it comes from actual insecurities. 

You’re about to reply when you hear a camera click again. You sigh, glancing down at your lap. “Honestly, I don’t know if I can even handle that. I’m not really used to this whole paparazzi thing, it’s kind of... overwhelming.” You admit somewhat embarrassed; you signed up for this career, and so it feels a bit silly to be wary around what you knew would end up being a staple of your daily life. 

But Chris simply scoots closer, lowering his voice as he murmurs, “Hey, we can get out of here anytime. We let them get their pictures, our managers can suck it if they want us to do anything you’re that uncomfortable with. How about we just head back to my place or something, hang out, take it easy? Yeah?”

You can’t help but smile as you gaze down at him, nodding your head. “Yeah. I’m taking these, though.” You pick up the little paper container of fries and he chuckles again, standing up and holding his arm out to help you up. You hear the camera clicks going wild, but you force yourself to ignore it. 

“I’d put my arm around you but I think they’d just go even more crazy.” Chris leans over to whisper to you, shaking his head to himself. “But I’m right here, alright? They’re not going to get too close, don’t worry.”

The two of you get in Chris’ car and you exhale deeply as you lean back in the passenger seat, already feeling your heart calm down from the anxiety. “I need to learn to get over this,” you sigh, running a hand through your hair. “How do you do it? I mean, you’ve had to deal with this way longer than me, and way more intensely.”

“It’s difficult,” he admits, blue eyes on the road as he pulls out of the parking lot. “That’s why I didn’t even want the role of Captain America at first. I knew my life would never be the same again, ya know?” He barely smiles sympathetically, glancing to you briefly. “And I’m not gonna lie, it still feels like a lot sometimes. I get anxious too, all the fuckin’ time. But you also gotta remember why you’re doing this. You love acting, don’t you? You love what you do, and sometimes, having a challenge is nice. Because when you overcome it, it feels pretty fuckin’ great.”

You can’t help but stare at him rather adoringly, wondering how on Earth he always knows the right things to say. He realizes you’re not responding and looks to you with a lifted brow, amused smile crossing his lips. “Hello? You there?”

“I think I actually like you.” You blurt out, unable to help yourself. Why not overcome an anxiety right now? 

He blinks, clearly thrown off. He’s speechless for a few moments, and now your heart is pounding again- even more than before. ‘Shit,” you think to yourself, now getting upset. Did you just ruin everything?

“You do, huh?” he finally says, a thoughtful smile slowly spreading across his lips. “In that case, can I take you on a real date? Because my manager came up with that cliche picnic in the park crap, I can do way better.”

You blink before slowly giggling, your own smile growing wide as you look up at him. “Yes. Yes, you can. And I’ll hold you to that,” you add playfully. He smiles as he pulls up to a red light, now looking at you a little more intensely. You’re about to ask why, when he suddenly takes a gentle hold of the back of your neck, pulling you in for a sweet, loving kiss. 

You smile against his lips as you kiss him back, holding the side of his face. You two remain kissing until you hear a car honk behind you- both of you start laughing as you pull apart, Chris stepping on the gas again. “God, I’ve been waiting for a while to do that,” he says with a grin, biting on his lip somewhat sheepishly. “And for real, not for the cameras or any of that bullshit.”

“Well, maybe we can do more of it without the cameras, when we get to your place.” You say with a little smirk, and he immediately nods his head, even driving a little faster.

“Oh, hell yes. Please.”

[beggingwolf]

g/nealer/sid....... I would like to see it dot jpeg

i_would_like_to_give_it.jpeg.

sid/geno/nealsy a/b/o below.

Nealsy jostles Geno into the boards.

“Hey,” he barks right into Geno’s ear, and Geno huffs. “Hey, Geno. Sid smells like he wants some attention.”

“Shut up,” Geno grunts at him, but by the time he’s shoved Nealsy off, the Predators have iced the puck and the play is whistled dead. Nealsy has always been a scumbag, but he was Geno’s scumbag for a while, and hearing him take potshots at Sid is jarring.

“Not like that, G,” Nealsy laughs. “I mean, you think he’s up for something after the game? Just like old times? Y’know, some hot tub action?”

Geno raises his eyebrows and pushes away from the boards, and Nealsy is hot on his trail.

“Or do you only share with teammates? C’mon, the trade is fresh.”

Geno knows it’s fresh. It feels fresh. He misses Nealsy and his loud, rude jokes. He misses the way he made the whole room laugh.

And he was the only one who was willing to bully Sid as much as Geno.

“I’m ask,” Geno finally says, and Nealsy grins.

“Hell yeah,” he says, and swerves away.

“Lazy,” Geno mutters, just because he can.

-

The game is embarrassing for Nashville. 3-nothing, and Nealsy was right about Sid being on edge. He’s zipping around the ice, fast on his skates, and his opening goal in the first period was enough to snap the team to attention.

Geno could feel the pull too; he gets a goal in the third on the powerplay, Sid’s laser-precise passing hitting his tape just right. Sid manages an assist on Pascal’s goal in the dying minutes of the game, and he’s grinning and smelling sweet when he skates in to give Flower an affectionate tap on the head.

“Going out with team?” Geno asks in the locker room, once the media’s finished ravishing Sid and he’s sitting back in his stall in all his dirty gear, smiling and happy.

“Yeah,” Sid says with a stretch. “Probably. You?”

“Lazy ask if we wanna use hot tub,” Geno says.

Sid’s arms drop immediately.

“You mean,” he says slowly, “he wants to know if we want to get a drink with him?”

Geno rolls his eyes.

“Yes, Sid, go do thing,” he says acerbically. Sid had tried to come up with a thousand different codes and phrases for what they did sometimes, and despite his best efforts, Geno and Nealsy had settled on a hot tub euphemism instead.

Sid hated it.

Geno and Nealsy liked that he hated it. A lot.

“His place?” Sid asks, and Geno sees Sid’s hand lift to rub at his collarbone. He’d absorbed a hit from Fisher in the second, and Geno will have to take a closer look at it later. But for now—

“His place,” Geno says. He’s had Nealsy’s new address for a while now.

Sid sucks his lips into his mouth for a second before blowing them out.

“Okay,” he finally says, and Geno smiles and reaches for his phone.

Nealsy’s new apartment is in downtown Nashville, right off of a busy street full of bars and restaurants and, presumably, the exact kind of omega Nealsy loves to fuck.

“Yeah,” Nealsy laughs when he lets Sid and Geno in. “It isn’t the South Side but it’s pretty good.”

“What,” Sid murmurs, “not enough nursing coeds here for you?”

“Big mouth on you tonight, Captain,” Nealsy says, and Geno watches as Nealsy closes the door behind them all. Geno shifts a step to the left, and Sid has to glance around him to peer into Nealsy’s apartment, at the big windows glowing from Nashville’s nightlife.

Sid smells good. His heat will be right around the corner, Geno’s sure, and the heady, delicious scent he gives off before his heat is almost as good as the raging scentstorm of his heat itself. Geno licks his lips and meets Nealsy’s eyes over Sid’s head.

“Not your captain anymore, Nealsy,” Sid says, and he tries to take a step around Geno to get a better look.

Nealsy’s hands dart out to grab Sid around the arms, and Geno’s left hand comes out to hold Sid’s waist for support. Sid jolts and Geno’s ready to dig his fingers in and ground him. Nealsy presses close, his big form all along Sid’s back, and Geno shifts, watching Sid’s face as Nealsy digs his nose into Sid’s hair and his lips against Sid’s ear.

“Not my captain anymore, eh? You wanna pretend for a night?” Nealsy asks, and Sid’s lips curl into a small smile he thinks Nealsy can’t see.

Geno leans in and kisses him, Sid’s damp lips gliding along his own. He feels Sid relax back into Nealsy, and Nealsy grunts.

“I’m not the bed, Cap,” Nealsy complains, and Sid nips at Geno’s lip in protest.

“Lazy,” Geno murmurs, and Sid lets out a plaintive, eager sound.

Geno pulls back to see Nealsy’s hands shifting, moving along Sid’s body. One is teasing at Sid’s nipples, which Nealsy’s always been desperate to use to get a reaction out of Sid even though Sid’s never been too sensitive there.

The other’s having more success, groping at Sid’s hardening dick through his jeans.

“Bed,” Geno agrees, and he tugs their tangled mess of limbs deeper into Nealsy’s bachelor pad.

Nealsy’s bed is massive, the bed frame low to the ground and the sheets unmade. Everything about it screams that Nealsy rolls around in those sheets with a new omega or beta every other night.

This time, though, Nealsy and Geno lay Sid into the messy blankets.

Nealsy is the one to power Sid down. Geno lets them go, watches as Sid’s muscles tense and he tries to push up against it.

“Lemme get some of that,” Nealsy murmurs, corny as ever as he presses a long leg between Sid’s thick thighs, plants a hand on Sid’s chest, and holds him down to kiss him.

Sid’s an indulgent kisser. Geno’s coaxed him into being one. Sid had been perfunctory about kissing, like it was a means to an end, before Geno had gotten his hands on him. It’d been a shame, Geno had thought, with a mouth like that. It had taken a lot of bruised lips and even more cajoling before Sid finally started sinking into kisses with pleased, soft sounds and relaxed rolls of his hips.

Nealsy’s still too aggressive with his tongue, though, and Geno smooths his hand up Sid’s free thigh when Sid’s brow furrows and the corner of his mouth turns down as Nealsy presses his tongue deeper into Sid’s mouth.

Geno pats Sid’s thigh once and then starts shucking off his clothes. He throws them to the far corner of the room, and by the time he’s gotten his socks off, Nealsy’s got Sid’s shirt rucked up to his collarbones.

“Tits still not sensitive, Lazy, isn’t gonna work,” Geno says as he gets back onto the bed.

“Don’t call ‘em that,” Sid complains breathlessly.

“Why not?” Nealsy says into Sid’s neck, his hands coming up to cup Sid there. “They’re nice ones, Cap.”

“Christ, stop calling me that,” Sid says, and he gasps as Nealsy bites him.

“Forgot how much you fuckin’ complain, Sid.”

“Needy,” Geno says, and Sid turns his hot, irritated eyes onto Geno.

Geno reaches for him.

Sid’s lips are messy and wet and soft already, and Geno sinks into it as he hears Nealsy shuffling around. He sucks Sid’s lower lip in between his own, trailing his hand down Sid’s stomach, teasing around the sensitive skin near his navel before tugging at his belt.

“Geno,” Sid breathes against his lips, and another hand joins Geno’s.

Nealsy’s hands make quick work of Sid’s belt buckle, and Nealsy tugs off Sid’s pants and then his boxers. Geno starts kissing his way to Sid’s jaw and where it meets his ear, because Sid always likes to watch.

Sure enough, Sid’s head tilts down, and he watches as Nealsy wraps a hand around his dick.

“Ready for it?” Nealsy asks, and Geno’s wrist brushes against his fingers as Geno tucks his fingers behind Sid’s balls.

He finds wetness, and then as he presses at Sid’s entrance, it’s an easy slide.

“Easy for it,” Geno tells him against Sid’s skin, and Sid lets out a sound that’s a cut-off protest. He’s too late, though, because Geno glances up and sees the knowing smirk on Nealsy’s lips.

“You fuckin’ are, don’t lie,” Nealsy needles him. “You’re easy for us, Sid, you can’t get enough.”

“Fuck off,” Sid mutters, but his breath hitches as Geno presses two fingers into him.

“Wet,” Geno tells Sid. “Want it, Sid. How you want?”

“Just fuck me,” Sid mouths off, which means he’s going to be an absolute brat, and Nealsy jerks him off a little roughly.

“Both of us? Like that time you were in heat?” Nealsy asks eagerly, and Geno digs his fingers into Sid’s tight warmth a bit harder.

It had been good, Sid delirious on his third day of heat, Nealsy and Geno’s cocks just barely fitting into his ass, even with how stretched out he’d gotten. The hot line of Nealsy’s dick against his own in the clutch of Sid had been so good, but—

“Not heat now,” Geno tells him warningly, and Nealsy abandons his grip on Sid’s dick.

His fingers trail down to brush against Geno’s, and Geno stills as Nealsy presses in a finger alongside the two Geno already has inside him.

“Too bad,” Nealsy says, “but could’ve fooled me. You miss me that bad, Sid? You get this wet all the time?”

“You asshole,” Sid laughs, and Nealsy’s finger slips out of him. With his wet finger, he grips Sid’s face and kisses him roughly.

“You got a condom?” Sid mutters against Nealsy’s tongue.

“If he still talk, you not kiss him good enough,” Geno comments dryly.

“Fuck you, G,” Nealsy says, but it’s garbled, and he hisses as Sid bites a bit harder than necessary.

“Get the condom,” Sid breathes when Nealsy finally pulls back for a breath of air, and Nealsy scrubs his hand roughly over Sid’s still-shower-damp hair.

“Bossy,” Nealsy says, but he hauls himself off the bed. Sid and Geno both watch his naked ass as he digs around in his nightstand before sighing in frustration.

“I have one in my wallet,” Nealsy grumbles before heading for his hallway.

Sid reclines on the bedding, stretching his arms over his head. Geno props himself up on a single hand, looking down at him with a smile.

“Hey,” Sid murmurs, and Geno tugs Sid’s shirt off the rest of the way.

It ruffles Sid’s hair, and leaves his necklace puddled on the blanket next to his neck, but Sid smiles back at him anyways.

And then his smile goes sly.

“C’mere,” Sid says, and he loops a hand around the back of Geno’s neck.

Geno tries to lean in for a kiss, but Sid’s firm grip pushes him down lower, to his chest, and Geno casts a confused gaze upwards. He can’t see much else but the chub of skin and fat under Sid’s chin, but he can tell Sid’s smiling, and Geno carefully licks over Sid’s nipple.

“Get into it,” Sid says, and Geno wraps his lips around it and sucks.

He hears Nealsy’s groan, and the exasperated Fuck, that’s hot, why don’t you let me do it, and Sid’s deep, satisfied laugh shakes him from Sid’s chest.

“Shit, Geno, keep going,” Nealsy says, rubbing an appreciative hand over Geno’s back, and Geno presses close again, laving his tongue over Sid’s broad, flat nipple.

Sid lets out a pleased, happy sigh, his legs spreading wider, and Geno scrapes his teeth against Sid’s tit once more before pushing himself upright to get a look. Nealsy’s teasing at Sid, rubbing the blunt, protected head of his cock along Sid’s sensitive opening.

“Mean,” Geno comments, and Nealsy grins at him.

Geno smiles back.

“Poor Sid, yeah?” Nealsy says, and he starts pushing forward. “Too many fuckin’ alphas to pay attention to, huh? What are you gonna do?”

“Fuck,” Sid breathes, dropping his head back onto the pillow, and Geno reaches for his cock.

“How many times you come tonight, Sid?” Geno asks him, and Sid bites his lip, failing to stop the smile from stretching across his lips.

“How many times can you make me?” he challenges.

“How good you gonna be?” Geno asks, and jacks him once. His hand is too dry. It’s rough. Sid squirms on Nealsy’s dick.

“Fuck off,” Sid whispers, and Geno plasters himself along Sid’s body, kissing at his neck and jerking his cock with only the wetness leaking from its tip as Nealsy gets settled inside of him.

“Still tight, Cap,” Nealsy grunts.

“Make him loose by morning,” Geno says, and Sid hiccups out a breath.

“Fuck yeah,” Nealsy says, and thrusts hard enough to force a sound from Sid’s lungs.

Nealsy’s nasty in bed, in a way that makes Geno mean too, and the punishing rhythm he quickly falls into has Geno squeezing at the base of Sid’s cock.

“It feels good,” Sid groans. “Geno, come on.”

“No,” Geno hums, and Sid whines.

“That’s it,” Nealsy laughs on a tight breath. “Geno telling you how it is, Sid.”

Sid doesn’t even have a response for it. He groans and tries to buck his hips and Nealsy lays into him harder. Geno has to cling onto Sid to stop him from being pushed up to the headboard.

“Make him come,” Nealsy says, and his voice is strained. “Fuck, G, make him, I want to feel it.”

Geno moves his mouth so it’s up against Sid’s ear and he starts saying low things in Russian, words Sid knows by now, words that make Sid’s eyes go wide and his hips surge up against Nealsy’s.

“Geno, Nealer, oh, shit,” Sid gasps, and Geno licks against the shell of his ear.

Nealer is just as loud as Sid when he comes; Geno’s hand flies to Sid’s stomach to feel the way his muscles tense and shake with his orgasm, and the dying, jolting thrusts of Nealer’s make Sid shift on the sheets.

Geno lifts his hand to drag through the mess Sid’s left on his stomach, and he brings his fingers to Sid’s mouth.

Sid doesn’t even protest. He’s close enough to his heat that the taste of cum doesn’t put him off anymore. Instead he chases after Geno’s fingers, and Geno rubs his thumb along Sid’s lower lip.

“God,” Nealsy groans, and he falls next to Sid on the bed. “Fucking shit, Sid, you’re so good.”

Sid’s pleased smile makes his panting breaths louder, and Geno rolls his eyes.

“Roll over, baby,” he says in Russian, and Sid moves without complaint, which means they got him good.

“C’mere, Sid,” Nealsy says, and he shuffles so that he’s leaning back against his modern, sleek headboard. He tugs Sid closer so that Sid’s nestled between his legs, and Nealsy spreads his hands over Sid’s back, smoothing over the wide planes of Sid’s shoulder blades.

Then he grips Sid by the back of the neck and widens his legs.

“Go for it, G,” Nealsy says, pleased. “I’ve got him.”

Sid wiggles his hips, testing out how much he can move, and Geno grabs onto one of his ankles just to watch Sid tense up.

Sid’s still fucked open, his hole wet and empty and right there for Geno to appreciate.

Geno knows they can get him wider, messier, by the end of the night.

“I brought another,” Nealsy says, and he flings an unopened condom onto Sid’s back.

“No,” Geno says with a smug look. “We don’t need.”

“Fuckin’ A,” Nealsy says. “Damn, that’s—”

“You can fuck his cum into me later,” Sid murmurs, and Nealsy lets out a loud groan.

“Jesus, I can’t get hard again yet, Sid, go fuckin’ easy on me.”

Geno teases at Sid’s rim with his thumbs, spreading him wider. He rests the head of his cock against Sid for a moment, and Sid leans back into it.

“You even hard?” Nealsy asks Sid.

“I like it this way,” Sid sighs, and Geno presses in.

[wizardysseus]

i was thinking about once upon a time (abc) in bed this morning so i decided to write this list

subject to change, since awhile ago i was in the middle of season 6 when they took it off netflix and i never quite got around to picking it back up. i’m gonna finish if it kills me i promise

top 5 things about once upon a time

5. anna frozen

when ouat introduced frozen characters, most fans decided the show had jumped the shark. they were not wrong. however, it was this very thing that allowed the show to be fun again! after an excruciatingly bad season 3 (we will get to that), bringing on anna and elsa literally transported directly from their own unaltered story in cheap ass versions of their unaltered movie costumes allowed the show to let loose and do... basically whatever it wanted. this became the hallmark of the show for those who stuck with it: absolutely not making sense at all, but being fun about it. post-season-three ouat becomes a totally different soap opera from season one, but by god you are never bored.*

personally, the flashback episode where anna annoys rumpelstiltskin and gets the better of him and he’s so fucking mad about it is like top 10 episodes**

4. 2x16 “the miller’s daughter”

this episode is just another personal favorite. it exemplifies what this show was really good at when it was good, and also where everything went wrong. i think cora is a great example of a good ouat villain, i think the twist on the rumpelstiltskin story is great, i think the dramatic beats really work.

...and in typical ouat fashion, cora immediately dies and two more villains we don’t care about at all are introduced. (sonequa forgive me you know i’m in love with you but tamara was nothing. it’s not your fault.) yes we get that great scene of snow aggressively doing archery practice while listening to “bad reputation” but was it worth killing off a compelling villain just as you’d dug into her story?

3. the commitment to regina’s redemption

and lana parrilla in general. i mean i’m gay and she’s hot but the worse the show got, the more acting lana gave it. and this is just speculation, but i think lana is more comfortable with drama than with camp? because regina becomes a much more interesting character as someone conflicted and on the path to redemption than as a villain. and by god, they were gonna redeem regina.

if only she had been gay we really could have had it all.

2. rumpelstiltskin

the sweet spot with rumpelstiltskin for me was seasons one and two when he was unabashedly bastard, there was an attempt to make him sympathetic but nobody except belle actually liked him, you weren’t quite sure how much he knew, he was pulling all the strings, and he was just really fucking weird. it will surprise no one who follows this blog to hear that that is my type of wizard.

1. season one

it’s a good season. it’s a good season. there are some bad things about it, but it was extremely watchable. it was doing fairy tales with occasional disney nods in a (mostly) cohesive fashion. the lore and the magic hadn’t sprawled out of control yet. it had the strongest relationship, imo, between emma and henry, and emma and snow. as for iconic episodes, most of the greats are here, plus sebastian stan as the mad hatter and giancarlo esposito as a series regular. the crowning moment for me is the scene at the end of skin deep, when regina confronts gold in the town jail and he reveals that he remembers his real name (after beating the shit out of belle’s dad with his cane obviously). god. that is some good television.

worst 5 things about once upon a time

5. the adoption politics but everyone knows this one.

4. WASTING the talent

you had the love of my life sonequa martin-green and gave her nothing. you somehow scored oded fehr as jafar and gave him nothing. you had giancarlo esposito and regina literally forgot he existed. i will kill you

3. rumpelstiltskin.

it’s no secret that robert carlyle was acting circles around most of the cast; my opinion is that the showrunners felt that if they committed to either his redemption or his villainy, they would never find someone else with the talent to fill his shoes as bastard wizard. so they flip-flopped on him every half-season, which ruins his story longterm, slowly kills the light in robert’s eyes, and gets reallllllly old. it’s also no secret that my favorite rumpelstiltskin is bastard wizard, but they screwed over belle BIG time in the process and for that i will never forgive them.

also like. the rumpelstiltskin fairy tale is antisemitic to begin with and they did not minimize that by comparing him to a lizard and naming his storybrooke counterpart mr gold. they just. did that.

2. THE FUCKING NEVERLAND ARC GOD IN CHRIIIIIIIIIIIST THAT HALF-SEASON IS EXCRUCIATING

1. captain hook

*it’s my opinion that if you are bored, you’re watching a hook-centric episode. every time i dropped the show and forgot about it for months at a time, it was because i had been in the middle of an episode about hook and just could not get through it. how do i describe all the things i don’t like about what killian hook jones did to the show? with subpoints!

1a. the episode where gold gives him back his hand and he never changes.

**this is actually the same episode i mentioned about anna and, like i said, it’s one of my favorites and not at all boring. look, i’m not pretending this list isn’t subjective as hell.

remember when hook blackmailed mr gold into magically reattaching his hand, which gold has been keeping in a jar, because hook has a date with emma and wants it to go well? but also, gold tells him that if he reattaches his hand with dark magic, it will turn him evil? and then hook spends the episode doing evil things, only for mr gold to tell him “i was just messing with you! the hand was not evil, you gave yourself permission to be evil ;)”

yeah, that’s basically hook’s mo.

1b. episode where emma tells him his brother is lying to him and he learns the exact wrong lesson from this and never changes.

so emma goes to the underworld to get hook back after he dies (while being evil and doing villainous things). they find his brother down there, too, and emma senses that he has a dark secret (because he does) and is lying to them (because he is). but hook always idolized his older brother, so he won't believe her. when emma confronts the brother directly, hook interrupts to rant to her about how he knows what this is ~really all about.

actual dialogue:

HOOK: i don't need proof to know what's really going on here. emma, when are you gonna admit that this isn't really about my brother? EMMA: what else would you think it was about? HOOK: us. you think if you can prove that liam is a villain, then i’ll somehow feel like i was less of one.

who... would EVER come to that conclusion. and why is the lesson he learns at the end “perhaps i do deserve saving after all” (another direct quote), and not “NOT EVERYTHING IS ABOUT YOU, BECAUSE EMMA WAS LITERALLY RIGHT ABOUT YOUR BROTHER LYING TO EVERYONE”????

1c. the emma dark one arc, where hook never changes.

this would be the arc that leads up to the above underworld arc, and it is deeply dumb, entertaining, and hard to explain. suffice it to say, during this whole arc, killian (along with emma) has all the powers and ~~~Darkness~~~ of the dark one (formerly rumpelstiltskin). unlike emma, he is not aware of this for most of the season. the moment he finally finds out, he turns on emma and goes through with all the revenge plans he’s apparently been holding onto since season two.

it’s supposed to be sympathetic, because emma made this choice for him to be a dark one, which is clearly awful, when he didn’t want it. so i get that. but on the other hand, it is..... boring. because (a) it's nothing we haven't seen him try to do and fail at before, his motivations really aren't that complex. and more importantly, (b) he was the dark one the whole time! the only thing that changed, that made him act evil, was finding out about it. at that point, it's not the ~~~Darkness~~~ making you do evil things. it’s just you. because you’re a dick.

how is this arc resolved? well, he dies. after the underworld arc (which i very much enjoyed tbf), a sizable part of robin hood’s death episode is devoted to people telling emma to slow down and grieve for killian, since at least two arcs have revolved around her inability to let hook go when he is literally dying or dead. (it’s been said a million times but being his girlfriend really sucked the personality out of emma and i miss her.) and in the end he just... comes back anyway. no explanation given; he says it must be a reward from zeus for killing hades... while he and emma make out literally in front of the coffin of robin hood... who actually died fighting hades. killian died half a season before. while he was evil. and emma reverts to tearful girlfriend.

it’s insulting. it’s grating. and it is a Killian Hook Jones Guarantee that his episodes will involve some measure of this.

like, is it more or less the same shtick that the writers kept giving rumpelstiltskin, too? backsliding and screwing over his love interest who gets less and less say in the matter? yes. definitely. the crucial difference is that i, personally, love rumpelstiltskin, while i find hook boring and not self-aware. but clearly i have had a lot of fun complaining about him! again, this is not an objective list.

conclusions

this show ran for 7 years. it got cancelled not because it deserved to, but because no one liked the soft reboot. it was on until 2018.

[sarahwyland]

hey! this isn't a specific prompt per se, but i was wondering if you could write something based on Nick attending Baxter High. Like something post part4 with a completely different outcome (ofc). I just really like the idea of the new transfer kid being Sabrina's boyfriend. Thanks!! ❤️

I 100% need to be writing “a story in 140 characters that you can shoot and produce in pandemic times” for grad school, but I had this idea while I was cleaning my kitchen and here we are. <3

“I’m drawing Roz a comic,” Harvey said. “The last scene will be me asking her.” 

“That’s brilliant,” Theo approved. “I’m trying to write Robin a song. Cheesy, but he’ll love it.” 

“What about you, Scratch?” 

Nick looked up from the book he was reading. Both Harvey and Theo were looking at him expectantly. 

“What about me?” he questioned. 

“You got sucked into a book again, didn’t you?” Theo stated. “This is lunch, Scratch. It’s your chance to escape from classes and schoolwork, not pick up a book for fun.” 

“That looks more like a brick than a book,” Harvey added. 

“It’s War and Peace,” Nick said. He wasn’t a big fan of lunch periods. Sabrina had a different lunch and he found the whole thing rather obnoxious. Lunches at school were their thing. Instead, he got to sit with Harvey, who actually wasn’t all that terrible, and Theo, who was pretty damned cool. “It’s pretty good.” 

“Captain of the wrestling team and he’s reading War and Peace during lunch,” Theo said to Harvey. “For fun.” 

“We’re talking about prom,” Harvey said. “How are you asking Sabrina?”

“I have to ask her?” Nick questioned. “She’s my girlfriend. Doesn’t that make her my built-in date?”

“She’ll be expecting a promposal,” Theo told him. “All the others will be getting them and she’ll want one, too.” 

“I’m sorry, a promposal?” Nick repeated. “What in the Heaven is that?”

“It’s what it sounds like,” Harvey answered. “A proposal to go to prom.” 

“That’s stupid,” Nick stated. 

“It is,” Harvey agreed. “And Sabrina will expect one. Roz, too.” 

“I’m doing one for Robin too,” Theo added. 

“And what do people do for these promposals?” Nick asked. “Pass a note in class and say ‘check yes or no?’” He would just send her a note on her hand if that was the case. They tried to refrain from using magic during Baxter High hours, but magic markers were easy to hide. 

“Cheesy stuff,” Theo explained. “Last year, this girl’s boyfriend put those chocolate kisses all around her locker and left her a note that said ‘now that I’ve kissed the ground you walk on, will you go to prom with me?’” 

“I’m not doing that,” Nick stated. 

“We wouldn’t let you,” Harvey assured him. 

“You could send her a cheese pizza, have them write, ‘I know this is cheesy, but will you go to prom with me?’ on the inside of the box...” 

“Theo?” Harvey said. “Stop talking.” Theo shrugged good-naturedly. Harvey gave his attention to Nick. “People do things like stand outside of windows with signs or decorate their date’s car. I’m making a comic book for Roz, Theo is writing Robin a song. Just come up with something that’s uniquely you and Sabrina.”

The bell rang to indicate the end of lunch. Nick stood like the rest of his classmates, but his mind was on this whole concept of a ‘promposal.’ He thought it was utterly stupid. Sabrina was his girlfriend. They had literally been to both Heaven and Hell together. Did he really have to do something as ridiculous as putting candy around her locker and coming up with a terrible pun to ask her to go to prom with him? 

He met Sabrina at her locker. 

“Hey you,” she greeted as she swapped out her books for her next class. Nick leaned against the locker next to hers. 

“Mortals are stupid,” he declared. She raised an eyebrow. 

“What have the mortals done now?” she asked. It was a great source of amusement to her, watching Nick attempt to navigate the mortal world as a normal teenager. She knew there were some days when it was a sheer miracle he hadn’t cursed all of Baxter High - minus her - by day’s end. 

“They use so many puns,” Nick stated. “So many terrible, unnecessary puns.” 

“And where did this come from?” she asked. She closed the locker and allowed Nick to take her hand. This was their routine. They met at one of their lockers between classes, walked to class if they had it together, to an appropriate parting place if they didn’t. It was one of Sabrina’s favorite things about having Nick at Baxter High. 

“Just something Harvey and Theo said at lunch,” he shook his head. A flyer for prom caught his eye. “We going to that?” he asked, nodding at it as they passed. 

“I’d like to,” Sabrina hinted. “If someone asks me...” 

Nick huffed to himself. He was going to have to come up with one of these dumb promposals.

“Someone will ask you,” he assured her. He lifted her hand to his lips outside of their classroom. “Time to pretend the mortals have history right.” 

Sabrina laughed and followed Nick into the classroom. She enjoyed learning both the mortal and magical versions of history. Nick had a hard time not correcting the teacher. 

Nick barely listened that day, however. He tried and failed to come up with a way to ask Sabrina to prom. If Harvey was creating a comic and Theo writing a song, he had to do something equally as big, something that Sabrina would love. She deserved that from him, after everything they had been through. 

Except, several days later, he had nothing and the promposals had started at school with poorly made signs and ever worsening puns. In a moment of desperation, he found himself in the Spellman kitchen. 

“Hi love,” Hilda greeted. “Sabrina’s out with Roz, but she should be home soon...” 

“I actually stopped by because Sabrina isn’t here,” he admitted. “I need some help...” 

“What can I do for you?” Hilda asked as she worked on that evening’s dinner. She and Cee had moved back in during those few days in which they thought Sabrina was gone from this world and never left after she returned to their plane. “I’m making that chicken casserole you like, by the way.” 

“Excellent,” Nick smiled. He himself had all but moved in. “Do you know anything about these ‘promposals’ mortals do?” 

“Isn’t that what they call asking another to prom?” Hilda asked. 

“Yes, and I need to come up with a way to ask Sabrina.” 

A howl of laughter sounded from behind him.  

“Dammit,” he cursed. He turned to face Ambrose who was beaming from the doorway. “Of course you showed up right now.” 

“I do love watching you play mortal, Scratch,” Ambrose said with barely contained glee. “Tell us more about your dilemma.” 

“You know what? Never mind. I’ll figure it out...” 

He tried to leave, but Hilda clucked her tongue to stop him. 

“Ambrose, leave the boy alone,” Hilda said. “How can we help you, Nicholas?” 

“I need an idea,” Nick said. “Literally any idea...” 

“Have a seat,” Hilda waved at the kitchen table. “We’ll see what we can come up with.” 

“Yes, Nicholas, let us help...” Ambrose made to sit down. 

“Out,” Hilda directed him. “You won’t be helpful.” 

“And miss Nicholas wrestle with a stupid mortal tradition? Absolutely not.” He took a seat and folded his hands. “Now, Nicholas, here’s what you do. She loves blueberry pancakes, no?” 

“They’re her favorite,” Nick nodded. 

“Have Hilda make up a batch,” he continued. 

“I could do that,” Hilda nodded her agreement.

“Just make sure you make enough for the rest of us,” Ambrose advised her. “Anyway, present her with the pancakes and a note that says ‘I love you berry much. Go to prom with me?’ She’ll love it!” 

“Ambrose!” Hilda chided. “That’s a terrible idea!” 

Nick dropped his head to his hands. 

*** 

In the end, Nick came up with the idea all on his own, despite Hilda’s best efforts and Ambrose’s merciless teasing. 

“Come on, Scratch,” Sabrina tugged at his hand. “I want popcorn and candy before the previews.” 

“I’ll never understand your love of previews,” he commented. “But before you blow inside in all your glory, perhaps you may want to pause here on the sidewalk and read the marquee?” 

Sabrina gave the Paramount’s marquee a precursory glance, expecting to see a listing of the night’s movies. 

Except... 

It said something else. 

She stopped in her tracks and read it again. 

Go to prom with me, Spellman? 

She turned to Nick. 

“Well?” he asked. 

She was glowing. 

“Nick...” She threw her arms around and kissed him soundly. “Of course!” 

He chuckled against her lips and kissed her again. 

“So I did it right?” he asked. “This whole promposal thing?” 

“You did it perfect,” she assured him, arms still looped around his neck. A thought occurred to her. “Is this why you called mortals stupid last week?” 

“It’s also why I’ve been a little distracted lately,” he admitted. “I thought the fact that you’re my girlfriend meant I had a built in prom date, then Kinkle and Theo started talking...” 

“Technically, you do,” she told him. She pecked his lips. “Thank you for going along with this whole mortal promposal thing anyway though.” 

“Anything for you,” he said. “I love you, Spellman.” 

“I love you, Scratch.” She pecked his lips one more time. “Now let’s go get some candy.”