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ipseitydelrey · 1 month

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your lips, my lips ☆ s. reid

ship sub!spencer reid x fem!reader

content/warnings smutty smut (mdni 18+), mutual masturbation, mommy kink, accidental voyeurism, he sounds like a slut you can’t blame yourself

word count 2.5k

summary after spencer returns home early from a case, you come back home after work to find him in an incredibly compromised position.

a/n ignore the accidental hiatus, but hi !! im probably not going to be able to post at all in may bc im going to be in europe for the entire month. i’m posting this before going in a cave so…enjoy this as a treat!

To put it briefly, Spencer was…awkward.

That’s not to discredit him, though. You can tell that he loves the team and you (especially you). Although he’s less awkward around people he trusts and has known for longer, he still can’t really speak up for what he wants.

And the poor boy is just so touch starved. It’s clear he’s practically clueless when it comes to other forms of intimacy aside from sympathetic hugs to friends or victims in a case. Hell, it even took a month since you started dating for Spencer to be comfortable huddling next to you on the couch; it took even longer for him to be fine with sharing the same bed.

You had barely done anything sexual yet. The closest you had probably gotten to something intimate like that with him was him involuntarily jutting his hips up into your ass when you were making out on the couch. You had hoped that he would continue to do that, especially with how you could feel his hardness pressing up against your core, but he got so flustered and started stammering out high-pitched apologies before moving away and retreating into the bathroom. You imagined that he probably took care of it, but knowing him, maybe he doesn’t jerk off.

You went with that assumption for a while since you — and especially him — hadn’t initiated anything potentially steamy. For him, makeout sessions were enough and although you wanted more, you were okay with indulging in him. You figured that with how touch starved he was, you should take it slow before moving on.

You got to leave work early, and you’re usually glad when that happens but today you’re especially happy because Spencer had just gotten back from a successful case a couple hours ago. When he landed, he immediately texted you, letting you know where he was. When you left your workplace, you had forgotten to text him that you’ll be home earlier than expected, but you’re sure that he wouldn’t mind.

After all, he’s probably just as excited to see you, if not more.

You don’t call out to him when you unlock and open the apartment door; he should hear that you’re home with the locking of the door and the tossing of the keys, as well as the rustle of your coat as you take it off and hang it up.

It’s quiet, but that isn’t really saying anything since it usually is. But you’d figured that he’d meet you at the doorway, which he didn’t.

Odd.

You’re just about to call out to him when you hear a peculiar and out-of-place sound: a moan.

Although it startles you a bit, you think that it was probably the neighbours; that doesn’t make the slightest bit of sense consdiering it’s coming from inside the apartment, but it’s more believable than…

Then you hear another one, and this time you can finally pinpoint its location. It sounds like it’s coming from the bedroom. Spencer? It’s not impossible, but you had just figured that he wouldn’t be the type to pleasure himself, especially with those sorts of reactions.

You slowly make your way towards the room in question, seeing that the door is slightly ajar, leaving a sliver for you to peer in.

What you find is a heavenly sight: Spencer, fully unclothed, splayed across the bed with his length in his fist. His pace is slow, but it’s still enough for him to whimper and moan quite audibly. His other hand is gripping tightly onto the sheets as his head pushes back against a pillow.

It’s perverted, but you feel as if you can’t tear yourself away from watching. At this point, you start to wonder if he knows you’re here or if he even heard you come into the apartment. You struggle to keep quiet as your panties grow damp, and you end up biting your lip to keep yourself from moaning at the sight.

The sound of his fist moving up and down his leaking cock is lewd, his precum dribbling down and even slightly coating his hand.

“o-oh m-mommy—” Him saying that is your breaking point, and you push the door open and enter the room.

He finally notices you and he pulls the sheets he was just grasping onto for dear life up to cover his throbbing dick. You were expecting him to do that; although what he was just doing was insanely hot, he’s still shy, even around you.

He looks away from you, clearly embarrassed he was caught. “Uh, I was— I— ah…” he attempts to explain himself but it leads nowhere. “I-I’m sorry,” he whispers, sounding defeated.

“Why are you sorry?” It’s not a needed question; you know exactly why he thinks so. You move to sit on the edge of the bed as he moves away, still having the sheets pulled up to cover himself. He stammers, but no words come out. He’s so flustered and red in his cheeks, you fear he’s about to pop.

He squirms in his position slightly while a tiny noise that you can barely hear escapes from his lips. A noise of discomfort, you recognize quickly, but you’re not sure if it’s because you just caught him in a private moment or if it’s because his cock is starting to get achy from the lack of stimulation.

“Baby,” you say in a more serious tone, leaning into the notion of his fantasy of you as his mommy, “why are you sorry?”

You stare at him, though you wish he could return your gaze. “Y-You probably feel…uncomfortable b-because—”

Softly, you shush him, holding a finger up against his lips, and you smile. “I’m not uncomfortable,” you assure him.

“You’re not?” he asks, his words vibrating against your index.

You shake your head as you pull your finger away from his lips, instead moving to grab his chin with a soft grip. His cheeks squish against your fingers softly, making his lips look even more plush and kissable. You push your lips against his gently, though it’s obvious that he’s eager from the way he pushes against your mouth to chase the kiss.

The way he whines when you pull away from him is so cute, you feel as if you want to give in to his need to have you closer to him. But he can tell that you want to do something else to satisfy him, so Spencer quiets down. Your hand, however, remains firmly yet softly gripping his jaw.

You look down at the sheets covering his lower half, his erection not-so-subtlety poking the thin fabric, and you glance back up at him. “Do you want me to…” you trail off before looking down at his boner again.

In all honesty, it takes Spencer a good second or two before he gets what you meant by that offer. “U-uh, well, ah…” he stutters. You’re not exactly sure what he wants and frankly neither is he. Based on his previous experiences with intimacy, you decide to not give him a blowjob, or even a handjob.

You both sit there in silence; you can practically cut the tension in the room with a knife. As you think of what to do — since you don’t just want to ignore it, nor do you want to leave him unsatisfied and awkward — Spencer squirms uncomfortably, shifting ever so slightly. His thighs accidentally clench together, squeezing his erection under the blanket, causing him to whimper softly. He silently hopes that you didn’t catch that noise he made, but you did…and it gave you an idea; one that will satisfy both of your urges.

“Do you wanna keep going?” You ask. He would probably much rather do this himself, although you don’t know how he would feel if he were to masturbate right in front of you.

He hesitates for a second, but he does nod shyly. You notice how he’s not meeting your gaze with his own, avoiding eye contact almost entirely. Instead, he’s looking in the direction of your waist.

Without informing him, you stand up and your hands quickly find their way to the buttons on your pants undoing them. Spencer watches with an air of anticipation and slight anxiety as you pull your pants down, a bit hastily and it definitely shows just how eager you are at this moment. Your underwear is certainly damp with how much this situation has you turned on and he can see it clearly too. You couldn’t pinpoint his expression as he sees the wetness, whether he’s nervous or intrigued, until you see him lick his lips — a motion that he only does when he’s excited.

At last, you peel off your soaked panties, but you keep your eyes on his face, wanting to see his reaction at seeing you half-naked. Sure, he’s seen you in your bra and panties before, but that was never sexual and only when you were changing clothes in front of him. He’s always looked away, the gentleman that he is, but he couldn’t resist taking a peek or two at your near-unclothed state. Just like how now, where he can see your bare pussy, glistening and wet, he just can’t resist staring.

He doesn’t mind it; no, not at all. In fact, it’s just making him even more excited, to the point where he slightly pulls down the sheets that are covering his dick — not enough to actually show his arousal, but enough to clearly see his happy trail, which has you salivating.

You get back on the bed, not bothering to take your shirt off as well. You just want to get started already, but you think it would be better if you know he’s comfortable with this whole situation first.

“Is this okay?” you ask, alluding to your nakedness as your thighs are slightly spread, giving him a nice view of your cunt.

He swallows and nods feverishly as his gaze continues to bore into your pussy; all of his attention seems to be focused there, which amuses you.

Deciding to take the initiative, your hand makes its way towards your core. You dip the tips of your fingers in your wet folds, collecting some of the slick and bringing it up to your clit, where you start to gently rub it in small and slow circles.

You hear Spencer’s breath hitch as you do this. It’s like you’re subtly encouraging him to do the same thing and start masturbating again, which is exactly what you’re going for.

He ends up pulling the covers off his pelvis completely, allowing you to see his cock-filled hand. You bite your lip at the sight of him starting to slowly stroke his length again, although timidly, as if he’s being judged. You’re not doing that, of course; you wouldn’t dare judge him for doing something so pleasing in front of you.

He keeps avoiding your gaze so you lean forward as you continue to massage your clit gently and you bring your other hand to tilt his head up by his chin to look at you. The eye contact you both have now is both awkward yet erotic. You’re not really doing anything with each other, you’re just two people touching themselves in front of the other.

A couple minutes into this shared experience, Spencer is starting to get more confident and less self-conscious. His strokes are getting longer and faster, making him produce more noises from his throat; mostly small whimpers with the occasional moan but by god, those small moans just get you going. You end up quickening your pace too and you let yourself make tiny whines too.

Eventually, your fingers move from your clit and back down to your folds, where you insert a finger into your cunt. The sound that falls from your lips after you do so is more motivation for Spencer to speed up again. You thrust your finger in and out at the same pace as his hand and you’re sure you both are imagining something more intimate at this point.

You add a second finger and then later on a third and now, a few minutes later, you’re both moving in sync and moaning up a storm. His moans are louder though, but you don’t mind at all. They just give you more reason to speed up and keep going.

Nearing the end, you’re wondering who’s going to cum first. It wouldn’t be a surprise if Spencer did so before you since he’s been jerking off for longer than you have but with the way the pleasure is building up in your stomach, you’re not entirely sure anymore; your mind is just focused on the intense pleasure and nothing else.

“O-oh god…” you hear him whine. Now you know who is going to finish first.

“You gonna cum, baby?” It takes you some effort to ask that question, especially since for the past ten or so minutes, you’ve just been touching yourselves without even talking.

“Mhm,” he hums in response as he nods. His hand is going at such a quick pace that you can clearly hear how his precum-coated palm is moving up and down his cock. “S’much, I…”

“It’s okay, honey,” you stammer out. Then, in your pleasure-fueled haze, an idea forms in your head. “You can cum. Cum for mommy~”

The use of that nickname for you really gets him going and he can no longer hold himself back. “M-mommy!” he cries out with a gasp for air as cum spurts out of the tip of his cock. He lets his head hang back and his eyelids flutter as his orgasm hits him and it’s beautiful for you to watch. It only motivates you to speed up even more, wanting to reach your peak as fast as possible. You probably shouldn’t rush it to savor the moment but in this case, rushing is fine to you.

After his intense orgasm, Spencer watches with bated breath as you cum. Your hips rock forward, practically riding your own fingers while your back arches and your murmurs grow incoherent. If he wasn’t tired, Spencer is pretty sure that he would be turned on again immediately just from watching you finger yourself. He is almost positive that you’re thinking of riding him instead of your fingers, and he would be correct in that assessment.

The pleasure slowly dissipates until you’re left with the incredibly awkward feeling of having just jerked off in front of your boyfriend. Both of you aren’t really sure what to say or what to do considering this was technically your first shared sexual experience since you had started dating.

“Um—” “So—” you both say at the same time. You don’t know how to move forward in a gracious manner, so you shyly get off the bed and put your underwear and pants back on. He still sits in the bedsheets, which are slightly damp from the sweat accumulated from the experience.

He moves towards the edge of the bed — towards you — and sits up straight, trying not to feel embarrassed that he’s still naked. And even though he felt uncomfortable about being touched while nude prior, he plants his lips on yours.

You weren’t expecting this but it’s a welcome surprise, as you chase his kiss with all the energy you have left; which isn’t a lot, but is enough. He breaks from the kiss, but leaves his forehead against yours as he looks at you like a dog.

“Thank you, mommy.”

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peterman-spideyparker · 12 days

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Stolen Glances (College!Matt Murdock x College!Fem!Reader)

Author’s Note: Hey everyone! I've been on a writing hiatus after feeling uninspired after a long while, and I think it's kind of helped reset my creative juices. I'm entering my busy season at work, so I don't know how much time I'll have for writing in the future, but I'm back to feeling more like myself. I figured one of the best ways to return to writing was with some College Matt! Enjoy! :)

Summary: Your best friend convinces you to go out with her to a bar to celebrate the start of spring break, and to your surprise, the night takes an unexpected turn for the better when your friend calls over two people she knows from her law classes—one of whom you just so happen to have a huge crush on.

Warnings: Flirting, swearing, reader nickname (not-name specific) drinking, kissing, getting caught in the rain, smut (oral-f!receiving, Matt's mouth being a menace, praise kink, Matt being a lil' tiny touch possessive, Matt lightly biting at Reader's shoulder, p in v protected sex, aftercare)

Other Characters: Foggy Nelson, OFCs

Word Count: 6,084

“Stop staring,” Amy says as she sips her drink.

“I’m not,” you murmur as you roll your beer bottle absentmindedly on the sticky bar counter of Josie’s. How Amy even got you out tonight is beyond you. You don’t go to bars. You’re not even a big fan of going out in general. But tonight, you caved, and followed her in the rain to a dive bar in Hell’s Kitchen for cheep beer, gossip, and people watching. And it’s people watching that lead your eyes to land on one of the prettiest men you’ve ever seen. Matt Murdock—enter frantically smitten swoon here. He’s a law student with a voice like honey, a smile that could light up a room, and the best ass in the entire world.

Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, you had to stumble into the one that he was in.

“You are,” Amy counters.

“Not.”

“Are.”

“Fine,” you sigh. “Glancing. Let me have this.”

“He’s single, you know. Broke up with the girl he was dating all last year.”

“Which means he’s not looking for anyone.”

“Or he rebounds fast and wants to get under someone. Er, have someone get under him. Hell, I don’t know what he’s in to.”

“Ames.”

“What? I’m just speculating. Just like you are ogling him.”

“Again, not ogling. Glancing. Besides, he’s way out of my league. And you know what? This, right here, is a perfect situation for me—it’s a crowded bar, he’s blind, no one here knows me or cares about me and won’t think twice of me looking in that direction. This is the only time I can pine after someone and not get flustered and weird if he looks in my direction or watch Cindy from my Brontë’s class try to show off her cleavage to get his attention. And she totally would, event to the one guy that literally can’t see it. Which brings me back exactly to my point—he can’t see us here or the undoubtedly big heart shapes my eyes are in.”

“What if his friend does?”

“He has his back to us, he won’t—.”

“FOGGY!”

“You are a major asshole, you know that?” you hiss as you whip your head around to scowl at her.

“Well, now, you can glance up close, see the finer details. Maybe accidentally touch his big arms?” she says with an innocent smile and delightfully raised eyebrows. “Or something else big.”

“Be nice.”

“I’m always nice. Besides, they’re my friends. You survive Professor Murphy’s class together, you’re blood brothers for life—Hey, Fog! Murdock!”

“I didn’t know you guys came to Josie’s,” Foggy smiles as they get close enough to where the two of you sit. “If I had, I would’ve invited you to some of our post-test outings.”

“Well, Kitty here is a lightweight, so it’s not often I get to bring her to bars. I think I finally convinced her because it’s the Friday before spring break and she doesn’t have to do homework right this moment,” Amy hums. She so knows what she is doing, and you don’t know if you should kick her in the shins or be eternally grateful for how Matt turns his head to you next.

“Kitty?” Matt smiles, and it makes your cheeks burn. He wets his lips lightly as he turns his body toward you, and you can’t help but duck your gaze and shrink in on yourself a bit.

“An unfortunate nickname that has followed me since I was four and can’t seem to shake,” you explain. “Now that I’m not four, (Y/N) just fine.”

“It’s cute, though. Maybe you’ll tell me the story.”

Fuck, why’d he have to say it like that? You’d tell him absolutely anything he’d want if he spoke to you like that again.

“Maybe,” you breathe. “Maybe not.”

The smile he flashes you is soft, dreamy, and alluring. “Someday it is, then.”

“Why don’t you two take a seat with us?” Amy asks as she swallows the last of her drink. “Have a few rounds with us. I mean, you guys know me, but let’s include (Y/N) into the fold. Probably good that you two legal goobers befriend an English major. Help you guys avoid being duped in a contract or something because of semantics or syntax or something.”

“Offense,” Foggy scoffs.

“(Y/N)’s worst is still better than your best, and you know it.”

“Down, Ames,” you chuckle, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Remember what I said about being nice?”

“Amy? Nice?” Matt smirks. “I’m afraid we haven’t earned that privilege.”

“So, how long have you known Amy?” Foggy asks as he waves Josie over for another round.

“Too long,” you chuckle, earning you a playful kick under the bar.

“Harsh,” Matt hums.

“For someone who’s basically my sister? Nah. We’ve been friends since we could toddle around,” Amy shrugs. “You two should understand that one—I mean, roommates for two years and essentially an identical course load? You’re as good as brothers.”

“Very true,” Foggy smiles as he opens his next beer. “I mean, sure, Matt got all the good looks, but I have the boyish wit and knack for sarcastic comments.”

“Seems like a pretty perfect pairing to me,” you add.

Foggy claps Matt’s back with a big smile. “See that, pal? Even the people that just meet us can see we’re a perfect match! Murdock and Nelson, taking New York City law by storm! Rolling in the money, the biggest of the bigs wanting us on retainer!”

“A real life Harvey Spector and Mike Ross,” Amy says with a playful roll of her eyes.

“Take it from a blind man, Nelson and Murdock has a better ring to it,” Matt hums as he sips his beer. “And while money is nice, there’s still something really nice about saving the world.“

“Matty the Martyr,” he sighs. “You know, (Y/N), my parents wanted me to be a butcher.”

“Fog, please, not the butcher story!” Matt begs.

“Yeah, please,” Amy seconds. “(Y/N) doesn’t need to hear it.”

“Ugh, tough crowd tonight,” he sighs. “You’ll hear about it, (Y/N) . . . someday.”

“Mildly ominous. Definitely non-threatening,” you grin before everyone starts to laugh. “So, what brings you guys out? Is this a post-test outing?”

“Nah, just a Friday night,” Matt smiles.

“Well,” Amy says, holding up her new drink. “To just a Friday night.”

You all clink the necks of the bottles together before you drink, chatting briefly before Amy playfully insults Foggy’s pool playing skills. The two of them down their drinks before they make their way to the pool table to prove one another wrong.

“I don’t know how those two are friends, sometimes,” Matt chuckles.

“Well, Amy has three brothers,” you hum. “She loves pushing people’s buttons like that.”

“And Foggy doesn’t back down from challenges like that. Although, I agree that Amy could wipe the floor with Fog at pool.”

You laugh, biting your lip from laughing too loud in the bar. “I won’t tell him you said that.”

“Eh,” he squeaks. “I think he knows where I stand on his pool skills. I mean, a blind guy can beat him.”

You feel your face grow hot with the attention he’s giving you, but it’s all very welcome as you both begin to chat about whatever comes to your minds. For how pretty he is and how flustered you get talking into to people you find attractive, conversation comes so easily with Matt. You feel like you could tell him anything. But that’s the dangerous thing—there’s no way this could work, as a friend or for whatever your brain could dream up. He’s too . . . magnetic. You’d misread something, and in the end, you’d be the one getting hurt. Besides, if you’ve learned anything from Amy, part of being an attorney is learning how to charm the pants off of whomever you’re talking to. And unfortunately for you, you’re just the girl at the bar he’s trying to schmooze only to never see again.

“(Y/N)?” he asks, trying to catch your attention.

“Hm?” you hum, snapping out of it.

His face is soft, but definitely concerned. “Are you okay?”

“Y-Yeah,” you stutter. “I was just thinking of something.”

He raises his eyebrows, silently asking if you want to talk about it, but a small pang in your chest makes you want to run away and hide in a corner.

“I don’t think pool is supposed to take that long,” you say, changing the subject and craning your neck around the bar to try and spot your friends. “I have absolutely no idea where Amy went. It looks like Foggy’s gone, too.”

Matt lets out a small, breathy laugh with a knowing grin.

“Do you want to share the joke with the class?”

“Fog’s been on my case lately about meeting new people. I wouldn’t be surprised if he conspired with Amy.”

“You know, I’d say that’s impossible, but Amy is always trying to set me up and calling me Hermit Homebody.”

“Doesn’t quite roll off the tongue like 'Kitty'.”

“It’s more alliterative, though.”

“So,” he hums, turning his body toward yours. “What’s the story behind Kitty?”

“You’re gonna judge.”

He holds out his pinky to you. “No judgement. Promise.”

You lick your lips before you move your hand to lock your pinky with his.

“I really loved Hello Kitty when I was little. I basically wanted to be Hello Kitty. Like, absolutely obsessed—alarm clock, bedsheets, plushies, the whole shebang. I even dressed like Hello Kitty. Yellow shirt, blue overalls or an overall dress, and a red bow in my hair, and I had Hello Kitty socks to wear with my sneakers or little Mary Jane’s. It made getting dressed easy, but it definitely annoyed my mom after a bit.”

“That’s really cute.”

“It’s really not,” you chuckle.

“It is, trust me. And, if it makes you feel any better, a lot of free public domain braille texts were legal documents; after the accident that blinded me, that’s all my dad could really get me between hospital bills, trauma therapy and recovery, and our regular bills. I read a lot of Frederick Douglas while he did boxing practice. Between reading those and my dad’s hope for me to get a good job and use my brain instead of my fists, that’s what drove me to be a lawyer. I’m not sure I would have applied to law school if not for that.”

“Wow. That’s . . . amazing. Honestly.”

His brows furrow slightly as he tilts his head down slightly. “I like to think that I’m making him proud. But I’m afraid that I’ll end up letting him down eventually. He . . . He gave me so much, he gave up so much. For me.”

You place your hand on his that’s resting atop of the bar, giving it a squeeze. “The fact that you know the extent of your dad’s sacrifices and you’re worried about letting him down means that you couldn’t possibly disappoint him.”

Matt nods and you see his Adam’s Apple bob as he swallows hard. You could swear that you see a tear roll down his cheek, but you’re distracted when he turns his hand over to hold onto yours better, lacing his fingers in yours.

“Thank you,” he says quietly, taking a deep breath. “Hearing that . . . it means a lot.”

“It’s just the truth as I see it.”

“Do you want to get out of here?” Matt hums as he turns his head toward you. “We could grab a bite, just walk around.”

“No ulterior motives?”

“Not unless you want me to have ulterior motives.”

You look at him, your heart beating so loudly in your chest, you wouldn’t be surprised if he could hear it. “I’m not that kind of girl.”

“Okay,” he breathes. “Then no ulterior motives.”

“I’m not opposed to stopping at the soft pretzel cart that’s a few blocks over, though.”

He gives you a small smile.

“Something funny?”

“Beer and pretzels,” he hums.

“Har har.”

“C’mon,” he says with a little jerk of his head. “Lead the way.”

Putting some money on the counter to cover your drinks, you slide off of the barstool, your hand still in Matt’s as he mimics your movement before unfurling his cane. You both walk in comfortable silence, recalling little anecdotes from your childhoods as you stroll along the route.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” you laugh.

“I’m not,” he says with a big smile. “I got so much hell from the nuns for it. Father Lantom put on a little show and was a little mad about it, yeah, but the ‘talking to’ that he gave me was about the Yankees game. In fairness, I honestly did worse when I was younger—probably took years off of all of their lives. Probably still do, when they think too hard about it.”

“Gosh,” you say with another laugh. “You’re such a daredevil.”

“Hey, I’ve turned out just fine. For the most part.”

“Yeah, you’ve got a point. You seem pretty alright.”

“Pretty alright?” he croons. “I’ll take it. Any pointers for how I can increase my ranking, though?”

“Well, if I told you, it’d be too easy,” you smirk as you approach your destination. “Heya, Boyd.”

“Kitty!” he beams. “Long time no see! You’re usual?”

“That’d be great. School’s been busy.”

“You know she’s in Columbia?” he starts to tell Matt. “Smartest girl I know.”

“She is amazing,” Matt says, and you feel your cheeks burn hot.

“Matt’s one of my classmates,” you explain.

“Ah, so you’re a smart one, too. Kitty here is one of a kind—don’t do anything stupid to loose this one.”

“I’ll do my best not to,” he smiles.

“D’you want anything with yours?”

“Mustard, please.”

Boyd hands Matt his pretzel, but puts his hand up when you try to pay.

“Not tonight, Kitty,” he says. “My treat.”

“Don’t be silly, Boyd,” you counter. “You know our rule, only on birthdays.”

“Yeah, but you included me on your date. I feel real special. All warm and fuzzy like.”

Your cheeks burn even hotter when he says “date”— you appreciate that Boyd thinks you’re in the same league.

“Please?” you try.

“Alright. But you’re getting your change back. This one, she always tries to scurry away before I can give her her change back!”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she doesn’t escape,” Matt chuckles, his hand resting on your waist, the gentle touch sending goosebumps up your spine.

“Atta boy. You know, I like this one. He ain’t that bad. Here, Kitty. Have a nice night, you two!”

“Night, Boyd!” you smile.

“Nice to meet you,” Matt adds. Once you’re out of earshot, he asks, “How come he can call you Kitty?”

“Because Boyd has known me since I was six,” I chuckle before I take another bite of my pretzel. “You’ve gotta earn it.”

“Oh, so now you’ll let me earn the chance to call you Kitty?”

“If you play your cards right.”

“Sounds like a challenge.”

“You seem like the kind of guy that likes challenges.”

He grins and raises his eyebrows as if conceding to your point before taking a bite of is pretzel, licking up the mustard at the corner of his mouth. The absolutely obscene thoughts that cross your mind when he does that would even make a sinner in church blush—but also appreciate the sentiment. You finish your pretzels quickly, continue to walk aimlessly around and talk about whatever comes to your mind.

“Wow,” you hum as you look at a clock on the other side of the park we’re walking through.

“What?” he hums.

“It’s almost three.”

“Seriously? No.” You feel Matt’s arms shift, and you watch his fingers slide over the face of his watch. “Shit. It’s almost three. I didn’t think we were talking for that long.”

“Me either. Not that I’m complaining about it.”

“Neither am I.”

“Maybe we’re just really slow walkers?”

Matt laughs. “It is a really nice night.”

There’s a comfortable silence before you speak next. “I don’t do this, normally. Go out—go out to a bar, no less—walk with guys aimlessly around the city.”

“Tell people the story of your nickname? Or bring them to meet your pretzel godfather?” he teases gently, and you chuckle softly and nod.

“Definitely not either of those.” You take in a deep breath before you continue. “Something feels different tonight, though, and I like it. And I only started liking it when you and Foggy joined us at our table.”

“Yeah?” he says so softly you almost don’t hear it.

“Yeah,” you confirm.

“If it makes you feel any better, I like it, too.”

Your gaits slow before Matt turns into you, a relaxed, dreamy look on his face. It’s not a face you’ve seen him flash the girls on campus—the cocky, over-confident swagger that’s usually there replaced with something almost dreamy and entirely genuine. Your heart starts to race as he leans in, but you both freeze in place when the sky opens up and you get caught in a sudden downpour. You squeak and he lets out a soft grunt before Matt hand grabs yours, and you rush toward the sidewalk. You raise your hand to wave down an oncoming taxi, and as you both slide in, Matt gives his address to the cabbie.

The ride is short, but it’s definitely better than making the trip in the pouring rain. When the cabbie pulls to the curb, Matt hands him the fare and the tip, opening the door and sliding out first, waiting for you to follow. He uses his large frame to try and shield you from the rain as you run into the lobby of his dorm, tracking in puddles into the elevator.

“Would Foggy mind if I crash here for the night? I mean, what’s left of it,” you ask, your arms hugging yourself as you shiver in front of his door.

“You don’t need to worry about him. He’s staying with his family for the first half of break,” Matt says as he slides the key into the lock, leading you into the very nice dorm apartment. “It’s just us here.”

“Ah,” you hum softly, looking around the space. “I wish my dorm looked like this. I think I chose the wrong major.”

Matt chuckles softly as he moves about the space. “Well, each year we get better housing choices, and the ADA complaint dorms were updated a few years ago. Foggy just reaps the rewards of being my friend.”

“Well, it is very nice. Definitely decorated by boys, though.”

Matt chuckles softly, walking into what you assume is his room before coming back out in pajamas, a folded set of clothes in his extended hand.

“Thanks,” you smile as you take the sweatshirt and sweatpants out of his hands.

“Can’t have you be chilly,” he hums. “Let’s face it—Amy would kill me if I let you catch a cold.”

“You, Foggy, and then me. In that order,” you laugh. “You know, I honestly thought it was done raining for the night.”

“I’m just glad we caught a cab. And that you let me pay.”

“Well, you gave them the address to your dorm. Seemed right that you foot the bill.”

Matt chuckles as you turn to side off your wet clothes and put on his fluffy sweater and sweats. Yes, it feels a little odd to change in front of him, but it’s not like he can see you in your underwear, and you need to get these wet clothes off. And if tonight has taught you anything, Matt is someone you feel comfortable and safe around.

“Let’s hope these dry by the morning,” you say, folding your soaked clothes and putting them over the stool in the kitchen area.

“You can keep them as long as you need. Something tells me I’ll get them back eventually.”

You blush deeply. “In a timely manner. Promise.”

“I’m not gonna force you out when the sun comes up, you know,” Matt continues. “We can go down and throw your clothes into the dryer in the morning. Maybe go grab breakfast after they’re out.”

“That sounds nice.”

“Want to go to the living room?”

“No ulterior motives?” you smirk.

He laughs, and you swear you just made him to blush. “No. Not unless you want there to be,” he responds.

“I don’t think I’d be opposed to some.”

Matt slides off his glasses, placing them on the kitchen table. His eyes sparkle in the moonlight coming through the window, taking a half step forward and placing his hands on your waist. You lean in to help close the space between your bodies, and when his lips finally meet yours, you feel your heart skip a beat as electricity shoots through your veins. You slide your hands up his body to cradle is face as he pulls you in even closer. The kiss is passionate, tender, and everything that a kiss should be. When he pulls back, you’re breathless and dizzy in all the best ways. His forehead rests on yours, and you desperately wish he’d lean in for another kiss.

“Are those acceptable motives?” he whispers, nudging his nose against yours.

“Mm,” you hum. “Very.”

He smiles, leaning in for another kiss, the force of the embrace knocking the back of your legs against the sofa. You pull him into you, knocking the pair of you down on the couch, his body crushing yours in the most glorious of ways for a moment until he can position himself better on the furniture. His hands have a firm grip on your body, sending wave after wave of chills up your spine as you chase his lips for more kisses. One of his large hands cradles the back of your head, holding you closer so he can gain better access to the kiss, and you realize his glasses aren’t perched on his face anymore. You don’t even know when he would’ve have a chance to take them off. But do you really care?

No. No you don’t.

As you make out, Matt slides you onto his lap, giving you a bit more leverage as you embrace. You lips mirror one another’s, curving up into smiles. You take in a sharp breath as you feel his hands slide under the sweater and up your back, the simple action sending goosebumps up your spine. You moan into the embrace and lean forward to deepen it, accidentally nipping his lower lip between yours. It elicits a strong response from Matt, his fingers digging into your skin, sure to leave little bruises as souvenirs before moving up to tug at the hair at the nape of your neck. His fingers should have their own insurance policy, because wherever they trace on your body feels like a million dollars—the warmth, the strength, the grip—goes straight to the apex of your thighs. Firm, relaxing, and downright sinful.

You pull back from the kiss, Matt’s swollen lips chasing yours as you lean away, turning your head to yawn.

“Am I putting you to sleep, sweetheart?” he smirks, softly kissing your neck before moving so his face points toward yours.

“You’re definitely relaxing me, that’s for sure,” you tell him as you look back at his face. “It’s just been a really long week.”

“We can stop if you want.”

“You stop, and I’m telling Amy and Foggy.”

“Oh, well, we can’t have that.”

“No, we can’t.”

With more smiles, you lean back into the kiss. Matt’s grip is firm on your waist before sliding his hands down and over the globes of your ass, moving to your upper thighs before lifting you up. You’re too focused on his lips to try and watch where he’s taking you, even though you have a good idea. You moan into his mouth as you feel Matt lay you down on his mattress.

“At least if you get a little too tired to keep going, you can fall asleep in a bed,” he whispers before he starts to kiss your neck.

“So kind of you.”

“I try.” He presses a soft kiss to your lips. “Can I keep going?”

“Yes. Definitely.”

Matt flashes you a devilish grin before leaning back in, his hands sliding up under the borrowed sweatshirt tracing the curves of your body.

“You can take it off, you know,” you murmur against his lips. “It’s your shirt, after all.”

He hums in delight, doing as you ask and ridding the fabric from your body and pushing it to the side. “You’re chilly now,” he hums kissing all over the exposed skin, pulling soft moans from your throat.

It’s your turn to slither your hands up against his rock-hard body under his clothes, lightly raking your fingernails along his skin. “What’re you gonna do about it?”

“I have a few ideas.”

“Then show me.”

Matt’s lips slot back over yours, tasting every ounce of your mouth that he can. He pulls back, whipping his shirt off. You’re unable to prevent your jaw from dropping when you see his exposed chest, a little wooden cross hanging from a cord around his neck a strong contrast from his fair skin and rippling muscles. It doesn’t hang too long, the space between the two of you closed just as swiftly as it was created before his hands deftly undoes your bra. Matt’s hands slide the straps down your arms, tossing it to the side before his large hands palm at the fleshy mounds, his hips inadvertently beginning to roll against your legs.

“Mm,” you hum as you start to mark his neck. “I’d say we’re moving fast, but, I like where we’re moving. Seems like you do, too.”

“Fuck,” he hisses. “Let me lay you down and make you feel good, angel.”

“Mm, ‘angel’,” you smirk as you pull him on top of you. “Sounds better than ‘Kitty’. Better not be calling any other girls that.”

“It’ll be just for you. Swear.”

“Good.”

“Doesn’t mean I’m gonna try and stop earning the right to call you Kitty, though.”

“Consider it earned. Can even call me Kitten. Now, please tell me you have some condoms here.”

“Mm, I do. But, the thing is, that pretzel left me hungry, angel. I need to eat a little more.”

Your brows furrow before Matt holds your face in his hands, kissing you deeply. He trails his kisses down the column of your neck, moving lower with each embrace, down your chest and torso until his lips reach where your skin and his sweatpants meet.

“Is it okay if I pull these down, sweetheart?” he asks, pressing feather-soft kisses on your stomach. “Can I kiss you there? Can I taste you, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” you breathe a little too quickly, moving your fingers into his soft hair. “Please.”

He smiles, kissing your belly button before curling his fingers round the waistband of the sweats and underwear and sliding them down your legs. His strong hands gently part your legs, exposing yourself to him, his soft, pouty lips kissing back and forth along your inner thighs until his nose brushes the slick folds. A soft moan escapes your throat, so quiet that you almost don’t hear it. As soon as it leaves your lips, you swear you hear Matt growl a little before diving in between your legs. This time, you moan louder, your back arching off of the bed and your fingers clutching the sheets.

“Matt!” you squeak. His hands are firm on your hips, keeping his face buried in your core, tasting and savoring you like you’re the sweetest of desserts. Your chest heaves as you squirm against him, but each movement of your body only spurs him on to hold you tighter. He hums into your pussy, the vibrations working all the way up your body.

“M-Matt,” you stutter, feeling yourself get wound tightly as he works diligently between your legs. “Matt, I—oh, fuck!”

Matt just hums, keeping pace and enjoying the taste of you on his tongue. You continue to whimper, whine, and squirm, biting your lip harder as you get closer to your release. You suck in a sharp breath when you feel Matt pull away from you, his face in your direction, his mouth and chin shiny with your slick.

“Don’t hold back, angel. I’ve got you,” he pants. “Make those pretty noises for me. It’s just you and me, okay? Don’t worry about if anyone else can hear. It’s just you and me.”

“Okay,” you say breathily with a frantic nod. “Okay.”

“Good girl.”

You could cum with those two words, and the quick twitch at the corner of his mouth tells me that he knows it, too. With a lick of his lips, he dives back down without missing a beat, sliding two thick fingers into you, gently pumping them and curling his fingers to squish against the perfect spot that makes your vision go spotty. You let out your loudest cry of the night, the sheer volume hurting your throat a little. It elicits a deep growl from Matt, and with one more lick, you’re quaking and unraveling on his face. Little tremors continue to jolt through your body as Matt works to lick up every last drop of you before pressing a soft kiss on your swollen nub and kissing his way back up your body.

You lean up and crash your lips into his, desperate for him. Matt eagerly kisses you back, letting you taste yourself, exploring how you mix with him.

“Are you up for more?” he pants as he pulls back, trying to smooth down your tousled hair.

“Please,” you say, the faintest hint of a whine in your voice. “I’m ready.”

Matt smiles, pecking your lips quickly before leaning back and taking his sweats off. Your eyes involuntarily widen when you see just how big he is. If tonight with Matt hasn’t ruined other men for you yet, the feeling of him inside you and how it will undoubtedly linger for days will.

“You okay?” he pants as he works to slide on the condom.

“I’m doing great,” you swallow, trying to remain coherent through the bliss.

His laugh is like warm tea with honey.

“I’m glad to hear that.”

With the condom firmly on, he leans forward to kiss you slowly. “Ready?”

“Ready.”

Matt kisses you again, adjusting the pillows behind you as he lines himself up with your entrance. He places his hands on you gently, forehead resting on yours, before carefully starting to slide in. You bite your lip as your eyes flutter shut, your head suddenly becoming too heavy as you let it roll to the side and rest against his neck.

“Matt,” you breathe.

“Prefect,” he pants as he slowly pushes forward. “Perfect.”

“M-Matt,” you whimper as you stretch around him. “Big.”

“Do you need me to stop?” he whispers. “Does it hurt?”

“N-No. ’s great. So great.”

“Say the word if you need me to stop, okay? If it’s too much?”

“Okay.”

Your faces turn toward one another, and for the briefest of moments, Matt’s eyes lock onto yours. You feel your heart skip a beat and jump up right into your throat. This is ridiculous—tonight is the first time you’ve actually met him rather than stare at him and wish from a distance, and it’s like your entire universe is on its head. Matt tenderly leans forward, his lips on yours, fueled with a softer passion than what has dictated your embraces for the night. The roll of his hips is slow, and you feel everything ten times over. You hold onto Matt as if your life depends on it, and you let him work as he marks up your neck and shoulder with little bites.

“Don’t stop,” you plea. “Don’t stop. Matt, please don’t stop!”

Your pleas and whimpers spur Matt to pick up his pace. As he does so, his own soft moans grow louder in your ear, and it drives you wild. The springs of the mattress move from a quiet creak to an all consuming squeak, perfectly punctuated by the headboard hitting the wall.

“Matt!” you cry out, pulling probably harder than you should at his hair.

“Such a good pussy,” he grunts. “All for me. You’re so good for me, angel. Feel so perfect.”

“Please!”

“Hm?”

“Fuck, Matt! You’re—oooohhhh!”

“Perfect f’me, angel. Such a good girl. My good girl.”

The sound of your slapping skin adds to the erotic symphony in the room, sweat quickly lining your bodies. You whimper as you nuzzle into him, muttering incoherent sentences as his pelvis rubs against your sensitive core, building you up to knock you over with intense pleasure. Your fingernails dig into his shoulders and pull a deep growl from the back of his throat. He nips at the sensitive skin behind your ear before slotting his lips over yours.

“Matt,” you whimper, really drawing out the vowel in his name. “Matt, ‘m gonna cum.”

“Let it out,” he encourages. “Cum for me. Let me feel that pussy squeeze my cock, sweetheart. Let me make you feel good. Let me hear you, angel.”

Matt kisses the sweet spot on your neck and pulls a needy whine from you. A stuttered whine pulls from your lips as your eyes pinch shut and you claw your fingers into Matt’s back. You cry out at the top of your lungs as a second wave of pleasure washes over you. With Matt in you, dragging against every right spot, it feels so much better than with his mouth. He sinks his teeth into your shoulder, and you cry out in pleasure even louder. The pace of Matt’s hips move even faster, albeit at a more unsteady rhythm with an increased sense of urgency as he tries to soothe the sting of his teeth. His moans turn into grunts, a delight to your ears.

“Harder,” you beg. “Harder, Matt.”

You feel Matt nod his head against yours, doing as you ask, his lips brushing faint kisses against your cheek. You cry out once more, Matt’s hips pulling one more orgasm from you as he hits his high, spilling into his condom with punctuated thrusts.

Your breathing is heavy as your bodies still, sweat clinging to your skin and soaking the sheets. You chuckle softly as Matt places gentle kisses along your neck, his nose tickling you just so before pulling himself off of you and sliding out. He does it slowly, and you moan softly from the sensitivity and the loss of him. He ties off the condom, shuffling out of bed to throw it away. Matt briefly rounds the corner, coming back with a towel in hand. Without a single word, he carefully spreads your legs, gently cleaning the mess between your thighs. His lips softly kiss your knees and thighs has he works, and you can’t help but smile. He tosses the cloth to the side, it landing perfectly on the edge of his hamper. Matt slides back into bed, wrapping his arms around you and letting you adjust in his hold, kissing your forehead.

“What?” he whispers so softly you want to melt.

“You have freckles,” you whisper back just as quietly as you look up at him. “They’re a little hard to see, but they’re there.”

“Yeah?” he says with a tender smile.

“Mm.” Carefully, you move your fingers against the skin on his cheek, tracing over the faint constellation on his fair skin.

“What?” he whispers again with a little smirk.

“How do you know I’m thinking?”

“Call it a hunch.”

You smile softly. “It’s just . . . I wasn’t planning on coming out tonight. I don’t go out. I don’t go to bars. I don’t do this. Any of this.”

“I think you mentioned that earlier,” he hums with a cheeky smile. God, his voice is like a warm blanket that you just want to snuggle up in.

“It just felt right, with you. I’m really glad I came out tonight.”

“Can I let you in on a secret?” You give him a hum in response. He pulls you closer and presses a long, slow kiss to your lips. “I’m really, really glad you came out, too.”

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sitp-recs · 10 months

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🎶 HD Wireless 2023 - Sitp Recs

After a short hiatus I come bearing Wireless gifts! I was hoping to get started today but a power outage gave me some free hours (and a charged phone) on Thursday night so here we are. The fest has been posting for the past two weeks and these are my favorites so far. I was thinking I might just update this list as I go on through the second half (instead of creating a new one) so pls expect a few reblogs. The idea is to celebrate these amazing works and invite folks to check them out before reveals! Keep in mind that as usual, my picks are 100% personal and based on my own preferences. I strongly recommend checking the full collection. Enjoy!

Fic:

🚬 Don’t hate him when he gets up to leave by @deliciousblizzardshark (M, 2k)

The linens are white and empty, sunlight slanting through the window illuminating a bed that has been deserted. Draco knew Potter would leave; he’s always gone by morning. Draco doesn’t even remember what he looks like in daylight.

🦵Wrong in all the Right Ways by @phdmama (E, 4k)

Draco is pretty sure that Potter is trying to kill him. Not in, like a murdery sort of way. There’s been too much atonement and forgiveness and redemption for that. Too many difficult conversations that ended, more than once, with awkward hugs. Maybe even some tears. They’re not friends obviously, but at the very least, they’ve moved past the past. (Mostly.) So no, Potter’s definitely not trying to kill him in a permanent death sort of way, but more like… In a horny sort of way.

🌃 All I Think About by @skeptiquewrites (T, 4.4k)

Sometimes all it takes is one perfect late summer night in June.

📱 Mirrors inside me by @cavendishbutterfly (E, 6k)

Draco’s been in love with Potter forever. And just because they work together, and they fuck, and they text and break up and get back together regularly doesn’t mean Potter needs to know. In fact, it’s a pretty good reason why he shouldn’t.

🎹 About This Place by @academicdisasterfic (E, 10k)

Harry left everything, including Draco. Harry’s returned to everything, including Draco. Things are never quite so simple, though perhaps they could be. Based on ‘You and I’ by Lady Gaga for Wireless 2023.

🌈 I only want the ones I envy (I envy) by porcelainheart3 (E, 13k)

Despite this arrangement he has with Draco, conducted entirely in the privacy of a dusty stationery cabinet, Harry is definitely not gay. But to appease his friends, he agrees to go on one (1) date with a man. Just to be sure.

🥃 if i could never give you peace by poisonivy206 (E, 17k)

Eleven years after the Battle of Hogwarts, Aurors Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy are forcibly brought together by a new case that's bound to reopen old wounds. Enter a Firewhisky problem, prejudices that never really go away, and an obsession as old as time.

🚙 Rich Friend by @sorrybutblog (E, 18k)

As far as Harry can tell, Draco Malfoy is still rich as hell. He’s just not a wizard anymore. Featuring: Draco Malfoy trying to make it as a Muggle pop star, Harry Potter as our confused and horny hero, bad driving, good music, and the mysterious magic of falling for someone.

🍫 Waking Up Slow by @sweet-s0rr0w, art by @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm (E, 22k)

'Twas the night before Christmas, although it’s July / Draco’s a shopkeeper, no-one knows why / There’s hiking and witch caves, freak snowfalls and more / Bad Christmas jumpers, nosy neighbours galore / Narcissa’s here too, but… something’s amiss / And what’s in those chocolates that’s making them kiss?

🪩 Take You Home by @lqtraintracks (E, 26k)

Everybody’s a little fucked up after the war, Draco especially. What starts as hate sex after a night out, eventually turns into something else, something more like comfort. And even though his friends all tell Harry he’s just being used, all Harry’s doing is making sure Draco gets home in one piece. He’s not falling helplessly in love.

🐍 Sun Thief by @floydig, art by BlackRose532 (E, 28k)

It’s 2005, and Draco Malfoy says, “Fuck the Ministry,” Harry works as a handyman in muggle London, and Draco should really stop pissing off the Squib gangs. Or: Harry beats up a pimp and isn’t sorry about it, Draco deals black market potions, and they’re shagging. Again.

🍊 Nothing But You On My Mind by @moonflower-rose (M, 29k)

Potter has been in Australia on an internship for almost a year, and Draco cannot wait for him to get back home. They'll finally have a chance to talk about their feelings for each other. What could possibly go wrong? Loads, as it turns out.

🌊 What We Left Behind by peachydreamxx (E, 33k)

Harry's recovering from an injury. Malfoy's recovering from heartbreak. Beaten down and bruised, Harry takes up Malfoy's offer to stay at his secluded seaside cottage in Dorset. It'll be good to get away from it all. It's only for a few days, and it's only so he can heal. Nothing else. Digging up past feelings will only make matters worse, and besides, Malfoy doesn't feel the same way. Does he?

🏝️ LA, Who Am I To Love You? by @epitomereally (E, 42k) ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

Harry’s summer in LA is not going as expected. Pansy Parkinson keeps inviting him to parties in the Hollywood Hills and harassing him to finally go to the physical therapist, Blaise Zabini keeps slipping new strains of his company’s magical weed into Harry’s pockets in hopes of an endorsement, and Draco Malfoy keeps having sex with everyone but Harry.

🧩 The Waiting by @oknowkiss (E, 43.5k)

It’s been almost ten years since Draco Malfoy disappeared during a routine Curse Breaker training exercise. Harry, his partner in more ways than one, is determined to figure out why. As the past resurfaces and the present fades into confusion, Harry discovers the only thing more unreliable than memory is love.

🐶 Everybody Hates a Tourist by @wolfpants (E, 51k)

On a stag do in sunny Brighton with the Gryffindor lads, the last person Harry expects to run into is Draco Malfoy. After a glimpse of Malfoy’s Muggle life in Britain’s gay capital, Harry’s curiosity gets the better of him and he finds himself returning to the seaside again and again, drawn to the city, drawn to this new version of Malfoy that Harry barely recognises from school.

Art:

📸 Alive by @itsphantasmagoria (E)

Harry is lost after the final battle, but he finds comfort from an unexpected source.

🎙️ Why don't you like me? by @caroll-in (T)

Failing to ask Harry out, Draco deals with his feelings in a very dramatic fashion.

🥂 Shivers and Cold Champagne by @maesterchill (T)

Sometimes, you meet someone in the club, and you just know...they’re all in.

🕶️ keep driving by @babooshkart (M)

cocaine, side boob, choke her with a sea view

#hd wireless 2023 #sitp recs

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dangantums · 6 months

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Handle His Liquor

me when i cave and write a short drabble,,,, because i kinda miss writing,,,, this doesn't mean i'm off hiatus, i'm still busy, but i'm going to attempt to post more,,, also expect more than stuffedronpa content!!!!

this fic contains: intox, burps, hiccups, SFW content

ship: n.aegamigiri

TLDR: b.yakuya thinks he can handle his liquor. news flash, he can't.

Byakuya Togami was known for his composed and sophisticated demeanor. However, on this particular evening, the atmosphere at his own home was-... off. Makoto and Kyoko were about to witness a rare sight - Byakuya Togami in a state of intoxication.

The dimly lit room was adorned with the soft glow of a few strategically placed lamps, casting long shadows on the elegant furniture. Byakuya, usually seen in impeccable suits, now lounged on a plush couch with his tie loosened and a glass of expensive whiskey in hand. His suit jacket was lazily tossed over the back of the couch as the blonde leaned against it. His glasses, usually perched perfectly on the bridge of his nose, were crooked in his face. His usual pale cheeks were red. The heir ran his tongue across his pearly-white teeth, trying to savor any remaining taste of liquor in his mouth. As if he hadn’t had enough already. Makoto Naegi and Kyoko Kirigiri exchanged surprised glances as they observed their lovers' uncharacteristic behavior. Byakuya, still maintaining a slight flush on his cheeks, tried to maintain an air of dignity despite the evident effects of alcohol.

"You know, this is preposterous," Byakuya declared with a wavering hand gesture, almost knocking over the crystal glass. Biting back a hiccup, he resumed. “You are treating me like-... like a child.”

Makoto nervously chuckled, "Uh, Byakuya, we just want to make sure you’re okay."

Byakuya scoffed, "Of course, I'm perfectly fine. Even inebriated, I am-... *mmph.* …superior to the common rabble."

Kyoko, observing the scene with her usual calm demeanor, arched an eyebrow. "It seems your judgment might be impaired, Togami. Perhaps you should refrain from further indulging in alcohol."

Byakuya dismissed her concern with a wave of his hand, attempting to stand up but swaying a bit in the process. The room seemed to spin, a grunt escaping the heir. The hand that wasn’t holding the bottle unconsciously held the side of his bloated, clothed gut. Lithe fingers feathered gentle touches into his own skin, feeling the gentle burbles beneath. "Nonsense. I-I can handle my liquor better than anyone."

As he stood, a sudden belch erupted from Byakuya's impeccably poised form, startling both Makoto and Kyoko. Byakuya, surprised by his own bodily function, stared at them with a mixture of embarrassment and defiance. The deafening silence between them didn’t last long before a hiss escaped Byakuya, hand rubbing over his bloated, liquor-filled belly. Another belch threatened his throat, but he muffled it with his opposite hand. Blue eyes half-lidded and glossy, he returned his gaze to his two partners standing in front of him. A glare appears on his face as he watches them both bite back a grin.

Makoto couldn't help but snicker and reply with a hint of sarcasm, "Wow, ‘Kuya. You can handle your liquor, huh?"

Byakuya scowled, attempting to regain his composure. "That wass m-merely a momentary lapse. I assure you, I am-... *mmrrp!* I am fine…” His back straightens, but he immediately hunches over again as he groans. His ears are ringing. He’s surely going to regret this in the morning.

Kyoko raised an eyebrow, "If you say so."

Despite Byakuya's attempts to maintain his dignity, his facade was crumbling. The three lovers found themselves in an unexpected and amusing situation, watching the usually stoic Togami struggle with the effects of alcohol. Makoto rushed to his side, the short brunette wrapping a supportive arm around Byakuya. The heir nearly growled at him, but eventually came to accept his fate as Makoto lowered him back onto the velvety sofa. Kyoko sat on the arm of the sofa, keeping her distance but watching her lovers interact - Makoto rubbed gentle circles over Byakuya’s belly, and the heir was now leaning all the way back. Eyes closing, sigh escaping his parted lips. Maybe he couldn’t handle his liquor after all.

#stuffed ronpa #stuffedronpa #burps #hiccups #intox kink #bya.kuya to.gami #ma.koto nae.gi #kyo.ko kiri.giri #nae.gamigiri

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svtcarat-exo-l · 2 years

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NCT Dream: Teaching you how to ride a hover board

A/n: Hello everyone! It has been a long hiatus, but I’m finally back! Everything in my inbox should be out over the next few days and requests are open! I have some really cool stuff in the works - so stick around! Love, M.

MASTERLIST

Mark: A disaster. You asked him to teach you after the boys finished dance practice and he agreed easily despite internally panicking because he didn't know how to teach you. The quick explanation you got was basic at best. When you got on the board he tried to hold your waist and somehow walk backwards while you rolled forwards, but that turned out to be a bad strategy. Your balance shifted too quickly making the board shoot out from underneath your feet. Mark caught you but the sudden change in direction sent you both crashing to the floor. He was scared you were hurt until you laughed and settled into his chest for a moment with an embarrassed groan. Mark helped you off the ground, brushed off your clothes, and scanned you for any obvious injuries.

"Does anything hurt? Okay, Um - I saw that going differently. Maybe we should try another way?"

Renjun: Honestly, he would be worried about teaching you. He remembered how long it had taken for him to stop falling over constantly, and he didn't want you getting hurt. Eventually, he caved in to your pouting with a playful huff and wrapped you up in all the protective gear he could get his hands on. (Seriously, hide the bubble wrap.) Without time to make an instructional Powerpoint he settled for a 20 minute explanation instead. Renjun wouldn't show you anything fancy - just get you up on the board going forward and backwards while keeping a cautious hold on you the whole time. While he went to grab some snacks you figured out how to spin on your own and he proudly cheered you on when he returned.

"That's my baby! Maybe you can take off the elbow pads now."

Jaemin: The best coach. A smile lights up his face when you ask him. He would recruit the others for a few minutes in the beginning to help him explain what to do. Jaemin would hold your hands firmly and also let you use his shoulders to balance. The entire time he was talking you through it calmly. He mixed a few tips in with his usual joking around, but it was expert advice on how to control the board. You got the hang of it quickly and he switched to having you hold just one hand to steady yourself - eventually letting you go on your own after he was certain you wouldn't hurt yourself. When you did a lap around the room and stopped in front of him he pressed a playful kiss to your forehead.

"I'm gonna fall, Jaemin!"

"For me? Nope, you mean really. Hang on!"

Jeno: He wanted to teach you before you even asked. Jeno was always looking for fun new things the two of you could do together and hover board games fit the bill. First, he gave you a slow demonstration while explaining everything he was doing - pausing every so often to fully answer your questions. When you repeated it all back to him - he helped you onto the board. You quickly found your balance with his assistance and put his lessons into action. And immediately had to be swept up into his arms to avoid breaking your face on the floor. He only had to catch you a few more times before you got it. Jeno would be patient with you and give constant gentle encouragement until you had the confidence to go on your own.

"Try one more time. You're doing great!"

Haechan: Absolutely teases at first when you ask him to teach you, but when you threaten to go to Mark for lessons instead he quickly changes his tune. The bravado was just covering up the worry that you'd get hurt, but thankfully you caught on quickly from the get go. Haechan is a talker, so he thoroughly explains how the board works before even letting you near the thing. You really surprised him by being such a natural. All too soon he started teaching you bits of the chewing gum choreography for fun - cracking jokes that you could probably replace Chenle. After the lesson he would be super proud of you and brag to the other boys about it (complete with video proof).

"Y/N is so talented I didn't even have to try. Watch out, Chenle."

Chenle: Disaster: The Sequel. He wouldn't think twice about teaching you when you asked, but he wouldn't really take it seriously at first. The lesson started off with him loosely breezing through the gist of what to do, which unfortunately made you believe it was going to be easier than it actually was. Chenle had gotten so used to the board over time that he forgot how hard it was in the beginning. After he sent you on your merry way - you promptly took a header. He barely pulled you into his arms before you face planted. Then his teaching method swung back to the other end of the spectrum from hands off to very hands on. He'd become over cautious after being too nonchalant.

"Alright, let's take it a bit slower this time. Here, hold my hands."

Jisung: Jisung would love that you asked him and has an absolute blast teaching you something he enjoys. Getting to spend quality time with you and have fun is a good combo. Like Chenle, he doesn't take it super seriously, but that's only because he doesn't want you to feel intimidated. Overall, he is better at explaining what you need to do. Jisung would never let you fall - his long limbs are super useful for pulling you up when you loose your balance. Once you get the hang of it he borrows another one of the boys' boards so you can race each other around the practice room. The lesson naturally evolves into more of a date night full of playful competition.

"Come on Y/N! One more race - loser pays for dinner."

Thank you for reading!

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danco110 · 1 year

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“It’s okay. I understand. Now I just need to figure out how to explain-”

“Lukka?”

The compleated planeswalker willed his twisted centaur to turn him around. In doing so, he came face to face with a woman aiming a sword directly at his face. Thanks to Lukka’s augmented eyesight, the blade’s gleam was unmistakable, even in the dim light of the cavern. Even without it, however, there was no mistaking it’s wielder, or her voice.

“Jirina…” Lukka’s tone was briefly reserved, but soon returned to its usual gruff, metallic nature after a quick shake of his head. “I was going to say you shouldn’t be here, but now that I think of it, it’s good you happened by.”

“Why…oh.”

Jirina glanced past Lukka’s new monstrous form, and looked out over a sea of creatures, all bearing some amount of metallic parts similar to Lukka’s. Jirina was about to thrust her sword forward when she saw the bonder’s rueful expression.

“You did this. And you’re…not attacking Drannith with them?”

“I did,” Lukka admitted plainly. “And, I was about to. But in bonding with them, I finally realized something.”

Jirina’s expression hardened. “What’s that? Let me guess: they were all weak, before, but they’re better now?”

“Huh? Oh, no. I was going to say, they…don’t want to fight.”

“Oh.” Still wary of Lukka, Jirina kept her sword at arm’s length, but her posture relaxed ever so slightly. “And, what do you intend to do now, knowing that?”

“Norn would have me spur the creatures on, regardless. Doing to the people of Drannith what I’ve done to the creatures.”

“Norn?” Jirina shook her head. “Er, never mind. New general, I presume. But…what about you, Lukka? What are you going to do?”

Lukka drew himself up to his full height. Cradled in his mount, he towered over Jirina, but his expression showed only hesitation, as though he were fighting a battle within himself.

“I…have marched on Drannith once, already. It ended badly for everyone involved. I do not wish to make the same mistake twice.”

Jirina allowed herself a small smile. “That’s…good. Great, even! I’m glad some of my words are finally sinking in…maybe a few years late, but still!”

Lukka grunted in embarrassment. “‘Strength is what keeps us alive. Compassion is what keeps us human.’ Jirina, I’m not sure how much I can adhere to the ‘human’ part, anymore.”

“Eh, close enough,” Jirina smirked.

Lukka gave the soldier a small smile, before growing serious once more. “Unfortunately, Norn intends to make this world hers anyways, with or without me.”

“We know,” Jirina groaned. “Those lights have been in the sky for a while now.”

“What…oh.”

Now it was Lukka’s turn to glance past Jirina, out the mouth of the cave. Sure enough, the telltale portals of Realmbreaker patterned the midday sky.

“And I wasn’t thinking much of our chances, seeing as how they’re in the air. But now…” Jirina finally lowered her blade, and offered an outstretched hand to Lukka. “I see some of your beasts have wings. And I bet even if they’re hesitant to march on Drannith, they’re itching to defend their home. What do you say we put them to work?”

Lukka smiled once more, this one a little wider than the last. “I’d love to…Oh, but, um, we probably shouldn’t shake hands.”

Jirina blinked. “Why not? Look, I know we weren’t exactly compatible…and you got real violent at the end, there. But to be fair, my father was-”

“It’s not that!” Lukka laughed, with noticeable warmth. “It’s just…I’m covered in this oil. And you probably don’t want to get any of it on you. Trust me.”

“If you say so,” Jirina shrugged. “Anyways, shall we?”

“Yeah. Let’s go. C’mon, Ruin.”

Lukka willed his mount to turn him back to look at his monsters, and the bonder flicked his head towards the mouth of the cavern. The beasts surged forward, parting around Jirina as they exited the cave, metallic parts gleaming in the sun. The ones with wings took flight just as the first wave of Phyrexians emerged from the portals overhead.

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[I’m only taking a hiatus from my writing about Phyrexia hiatus to jump to Lukka’s defense. It seems like he’s been the butt of a joke both in and out of universe every time he’s been mentioned, for the last while, now. I don’t much care for planeswalkers even on a good day, but I swear I’m about to like him out of pure spite.]

#mtg #magic the gathering #ikoria #story bites

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reindeer-writer · 2 years

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A Way Out

Chapter 1 draft

Just a quick note: I probably won't be uploading too many drafts to this account, this is mainly just to get something out so people won't auto-block me for looking like a bot, the other reason i'm uploading this is because i've been on something of a writing hiatus and this is just a way for me to get some feedback on this fic before I really kick it off

Ok, thx, have fun reading :3

The cold air.....

The hard ground.....

The unfamiliar sounds.....

They all came together to pull you back into reality.

The cold harsh reality that you had been dreading your return to ever since you fell asleep.

.....but why were you dreading it?

What had you so tense about coming back?

Why were you so scared.....?

.....

You open your eyes slowly as you come to, you've definitely had worse nights, but this one wasn't anything to scoff at.

"Ugh..... my head is throbbing" you mutter as you slowly get up, pieces of dirt and dust falling off of you as you regained your senses.

God, your entire body was aching, it was as if you'd just done the most intense exercise of your life for a solid hour with not a single second of rest.

".....Wh-?!" You gasp, finally taking in your surroundings.

"Where am I?!"

You looked around at the cave like area you found yourself in, it was dark, damp and dreary to say the least...

".....How did I get here?" You question, thinking back to what events led to this unfortunate scenario.

".....W-wait"

You think back to what events led to this unfortunate scenario.

".....Did I-?"

You think back to what events led to this unfortunate scenario.

".....How did I get here?

You brushed the gunk off of your body and tried to remember what had transpired before your awakening.

"I-..... I can't remember."

You say, admitting defeat.

".....OK, this is really weird." You say, trying to think this through.

".....Was I kidnapped?"

You pondered the thought, surely that had to be it, right?

People don't just randomly wake up inside of weird grimey caves.

You must have been kidnapped, that's the only possible explanation.

"Doesn't look like whoever kidnapped me is around though..... that's good!" You say, optimism always being your strong suit.

"If they aren't around then there's probably a good chance I can get outta here!"

You smiled to yourself, hope shining brightly within you.

"Oh, that's right! I should check what I have on me right now!"

You quickly go through your pockets, fishing out an inhaler, a notepad and a pen.

"Hmm, not much of use..... I guess I could use this notepad to keep track of any relevant information though!"

You tucked everything back into your pants and took a deep breath, psyching yourself up.

"I've got this! It shouldn't take too long to get out of here!" You say enthusiastically, giving a small pump in the air with both of your hands.

"Now, let's go find that exit!"

And you're off.....

.....

Good luck.....

#not fine fic fic #afton au fic fic #Draft #reindeer writes #a way out afton fic

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foxytonic · 1 year

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Screw it! New pinned post cuz the old one is way outta date!

Hi, I’m Jay. I’m 28 (as of June 13th this year), genderfluid (she/they), bisexual, neurodivergent six ways from Sunday, a goth punkass, and a writer. Don’t be an asshole, and we’ll probably get along just fine. My writing blog is @foxytonics-quill , and I also have a ton of rp blogs that I tend to jump back and forth between every few months or so, depending on my muse. I’ll start the list with my brand new ones.

@mechanakin - very canon-divergent Anakin Skywalker, still a WIP

@solo-returned - very canon-divergent Kylo Ren/Ben Solo, still a WIP

@to-hold-the-line - Cal Kestis as written in and after Jedi: Survivor, still a WIP

@monstershearts - a multimuse blog filled with monsters, both from classic horror/sci-fi and my own imagination, kinda canon divergent, still technically a WIP

@covenunited - a multimuse blog full of witch OCs that occupy a fictional version of Asheville, North Carolina, and use a magic system of my own creation. (Currently on hiatus)

@riddlcmcthis - a very punk reimagining of the Riddler, aka Eddie Nygma. (Currently on hiatus)

@walkthroughtrees - a blog revolving around a family of Druid OCs. (Currently on hiatus)

@haresgrove - somewhat canon-divergent Billy Hargrove. (Currently on hiatus)

@antlersandrage - canon-divergent Gaston Legume from the live action Beauty and the Beast. (Currently on hiatus)

@crimsonxrites - possibly canon-divergent multimuse blog for Mollymauk Tealeaf, Lucien Tavelle, and Kingsley Tealeaf from Critical Role, still a WIP. (I need to finish Nine Eyes of Lucien before I set it up, and that probably won’t happen for a while yet. 😬)

@jays-cave-of-rp-memes is my rp meme resource blog that I’m kinda spotty on.

I have more blogs on my roll that I’m probably not gonna do anything else with but I don’t know how to delete them on mobile and am currently too lazy to get on my laptop and figure it out lol

#new pinned

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the-travelling-witch · 10 months

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crawling back out of my hiatus cave to throw my tears of themis returner code at you… please, i need the rich menace and hoyo absolutely refuses to give me ssrs ㅠㅠ

WDAXK5886N

#┊glimpse into the crystal ball ೃ༄#so if there’s any people who haven’t logged into the game for a while #help a gal out yeah? ^^#/lh #┊holly cries over tears of themis ✧.*

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telemna-hyelle · 2 years

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What You Look At, You Change: Chapter Two (Palace of the Four Sword AU)

So apparently what I mean by "I'm taking a hiatus to focus on work stuff" i mean "I'm immediately going to hyperfocus on the Palace Au fic and write the last 70% of the next chapter"

So uh

Here, have the next chapter :D

Chapter Two

*-/-*-/-*-/-*-/-*

The fire crackled, the sound blending pleasantly with the drumming of the rain without. The firelight danced, filling the cave with shifting swathes of light, casting it’s own sort of spell; somehow managing to make the cave they were hunkered in feel welcoming and warm.

Not too warm though, I hope. Four frowned slightly, and laid a hand on Time’s forehead. He’d caught a bit of a fever with his injuries, the rain, and his general habit of running himself to exhaustion; and while the red potion had fixed the wounds well enough, the fever remained. Time had gone rather obligingly to bed as soon as they’d finished eating, and had hardly stirred since.

Time’s forehead was hot and clammy. It wasn’t worse, but it wasn’t better, either. Certainly not ideal.

Hopefully he’d be able to sleep it off, and the fever would be gone by morning. Until then… Four picked the rag from the bowl of cold water (courtesy of having one of Wild’s ice rods stuck in it), wrung it out, and folded it precisely, laying it neatly across Time’s forehead.

Until then, they’d watch over their leader and make sure he was well.

Time shivered, and Four’s frown deepened, and he reached out, snagging the end of the blanket and tugging it higher over his shoulder.

Time still shivered, curling in on himself slightly, seeking warmth.

“Hey, Captain, can you toss me my blanket?”

Wars was pacing nervously nearby, but at the sound of the smith’s voice, he paused, spinning on one heel to face him. “Yours is on the smaller side, though, do you want mine instead?”

Four bit his lip, considering, before finally shaking his head. “No, I have first watch, I can spare my blanket. You need yours.”

Wars wrestled with this fact and his need to be of use, and finally dipped his head in a bow. With three quick strides he was at Four’s bedroll, snatching up the blanket and tossing it through the air. Four caught it easily, snapping it out and draping it over Time’s form.

Four examined the effect with a rueful quirk of his eyebrow. It was… a little short, admittedly. When he tucked it up under Time’s chin, the hem fell somewhere about mid-shin.

Wild glanced over from the stewpot at the cave’s entrance (where he was cooking very industriously to distract himself from the situation) took in the scene, and snorted.

Four stared flatly back at him, unimpressed.

“Are you sure…?” Warriors voice piped up, a note of pleading in his tone.

“Yes.” The smith replied, his voice firm. “You need your blanket. Mine will serve just fine.”

The captain sighed and ran his hand through his hair for what might have been the hundredth time in the past hour.

With Time down, Warriors was de-facto leader, but with half their group missing… well, Warriors needed all the rest he could, to help combat the stress. Besides, Warriors wasn’t the only one who wanted to be of use.

Wild was keeping them fed. Warriors was looking out for them.

Four wanted to be of use, too. To his brothers. To his family. To their leader. To Time.

Yet all he could do was this, and by all the gods, he was going to do it.

“Do you think they’re all right?” Warriors said. His voice was pitched low, so as not to alert Wild nearby. The cook was stressed as it is, with Time down and the others missing, the last thing either of them wanted to do was break his attempts at distracting himself.

Four eyed the way Time seemed to settle underneath the extra warmth of the second blanket, reaching out and smoothing down the cold cloth on the hero’s forehead. Time’s breath seemed to come slightly easier now, his shivering stilled, and it eased a tight knot clenched in Four’s chest.

“I wouldn’t worry too much,” he said in return, just as lowly as the Captain. “They have each other, and they’re all capable heroes. I’m sure everything’s fine. They know what to do.”

*-/-*-/-*-/-*-/-*

“I have no idea what to do.” Legend said, staring at the carvings on the wall. “I don’t even know where to start. What in all of Hyrule are we supposed to do?”

“Let’s think through this.” Sky said, a pillar of serenity compared to Legend, who was fairly vibrating with nerves. “What do we know?”

“Four’s cursed, this isn’t Legend’s timeline, and someone wrote a note on a wall for us?” Hyrule rattled off, ticking off fingers as he went.

“Yeah, but who wrote the note?” Wind piped in, standing on his tiptoes, trying to get a better look. “Do you…” He bit his lip, bouncing on his feet a little as he thought. “Do you think… it’s one of us?”

Silence fell. The heroes looked at each other, questions in their eyes.

“It’s… possible.” Sky said, slowly.

“This whole adventure has been a twisting mess of time travel, of course it’s possible.” Legend crossed his arms and scowled, his knee bouncing nervously. “Just what we need—more time insanity.”

“It could be any one of us.” Sky mused, cocking his head thoughtfully as he considered the message. “At any future point during our adventure.”

Twilight groaned, shoving a hand through his hair. “My head hurts too much to think this through right now.”

“Well at least I think there’s proof your head comes out all right.” Hyrule stated, squinting at the wall.

The rancher raised an eyebrow. “Why’s that?”

“Well, you probably wrote it, right?”

All heads swiveled to face Hyrule. Twilight’s hand dropped from his hair, eyes wide and blinking. “Me?”

Hyrule rubbed the back of his head, confused. “Yes, you?”

Twilight opened his mouth, sorted through his options, and decided on, “Why?”

“Why’d you write it?” Hyrule blinked again. “Uh, probably to help us save Four, right? I thought that was pretty obvious—”

“He means ‘why do you think it’s him’?” Sky cut in helpfully.

“Oh! Well.” Hyrule coughed and turned to point at the wall. “So I can kinda sorta read the one script—it’s like an earlier version of mine, but it looks really badly made. The letters are all kind of wonky.”

Everyone looked at Legend. Legend shrugged. “It’s true. The guy has bad handwriting.”

“But he doesn’t!” Hyrule said, waving a hand emphatically at the second pair of script. “It’s in Twilight’s Hylian, and just look at how neat all the letters are! He knows what he’s doing!”

Everyone stared at the wall again. It was true. The letters in Twilight’s Hylian were formed neatly and precisely, while the ones in Legend’s were of wobbly and poorly-formed, only barely legible.

Twilight frowned at it. “Huh.”

Wind tipped his head to one side. “Can it even be called handwriting if it’s carved on a wall?”

Sky hummed thoughtfully, “Depends on how it’s carved, I’d say.”

“All that aside, do you think we can agree that Twilight wrote—writes—whatever—this?” Legend cut in, his knee bouncing with frantic energy.

Everyone exchanged glances, then turned to stare at Twilight. The rancher blinked, then threw his hands up in the air in exasperation. “Fine. I could have written it, but I don’t know, as I haven’t done it yet. Will that suffice?”

“It’ll do.” Hyrule said cheerfully, then turned to Legend. “So what’s the plan?”

The veteran bristled. “Why are you asking me?”

“Well,” Sky said, and beamed cheerfully in that rather intimidating way of his that could cow nearly any opponent instantly and make them agree with his plan, “You do know this place best.”

Legend scowled back at him, feeling the mantle of leadership hovering over his shoulders and wanting nothing to do with it, thank you. Unfortunately, he was also very aware that Sky was also very right.

“Fine.” He grumbled. “Everyone, get your swords ready and follow me. I’ll fill you guys in as we go.”

However, when they stepped out of the small, statue-lined antechamber, the twin rows of chain chomps were nowhere to be seen. The only thing hinting as to their existence were the pillars they once would have been chained too, but now the pillars were half-ruined, their facades crumbling, cracked, and covered in dust..

“Huh.” Legend said, narrowing his eyes at the pillars distrustfully. “Someone back me up.”

He marched towards the pillars, Wind a half step behind him. The sailor had been hovering around the veteran since his moment of panic earlier, and Legend was gracious enough not to bring attention to it.

Not to mention that Wind’s nearby presence was soothing, a balm on his anxieties in a way Legend couldn’t quite explain, though Twilight would probably call it big-brother-instinct.

Legend stopped in front of the nearest pillar, waited a moment for Wind to take up a ready position behind him, and poked the pillar with his sword.

Nothing happened.

He poked it a second time for good measure.

The room was still.

“Huh.” Legend said, his voice dripping dislike. “Let’s move on, then.”

He stomped back to the group and then proceeded to lead them down the hallway, Wind trotting in his wake. His scowl only deepened when they stepped through the doorway into the dungeon’s central chamber, only to find it completely devoid of stalfos.

“I don’t like this.” Legend hissed, gaze darting about the room, daring the skeletons to show themselves. “Where are they all?”

The other heroes shuffled about. Twilight and Sky exchanged glances, silently volunteering the other to speak up. To Twilight’s annoyance, Sky had surprisingly forceful elbows, prompting him to stumble forward and catch everyone’s attention.

He cleared his throat. “So, which way, veteran?”

Legend stared at him with narrowed eyes for a second longer, huffed, and turned in the direction of the leftmost door.

This room was also empty, but instead of the echoing silence that emptiness brought, this room was filled with the rushing of water. Legend peered around the room with a critical eye, shoulders relaxing slightly.

“Alright,” he said, with a surprising amount of natural authority for one who deliberately avoided the position of leadership in the group. “While the turrets are absent, it looks like the trap is still functioning.” He pointed at an empty brazier in the corner. “The current’s too strong to swim, but if we light that, we’ll have a window to swim down the hallway to the other side, diving to avoid the rolling spike trap.”

He propped one hand on his hip, eyeing his brothers thoughtfully. “Right, who can swim?”

He raised his own hand, followed quickly by Sky and Twilight. Wind flip-flopped his hand in a so-so gesture. Hyrule coughed and looked sheepishly off to one side.

“I can share my water dragon’s scale.” Sky said, pulling a necklace out from his pouch and holding it out. It hung in the air, gleaming blue in the dimness of the temple, pulsing faintly with an ancient power. “It helps you hold your breath for longer, and gives you better maneuverability in the water.”

“That’ll help me, but Rulie can’t swim at all!” Wind piped up, frowning in concern.

“I have an idea,” Twilight said, already pulling a large bundle from his bag. “Here’s how we’ll do it.”

*-/-*-/-*-/-*-/-*

“All right, ready, Sky?” Legend stood next to the brazier, holding his lantern aloft.

Sky shifted his stance at the pools edge, the water dragon’s scale shifting from where it hung about his neck. “Ready!”

With a well-practiced swipe of Legend’s lantern, the oil in the brazier burst into flame, and in the same moment, Sky dove into the water. He clearly knew what he was doing, barreling through the water with a fierce spinning motion, completely avoiding the spike trap and rocketing up onto the landing on the far side in a total of thirty seconds.

Legend let out a long, slow whistle. “I think that completely ground my best time into the dust. You’ll have to wait a bit for the trap to reset before you can go, Twi.”

Twilight grunted in acknowledgement, stretching his arms above his head. “I’m ready when you say the word.”

It took another minute for the fire to burn out, then Legend lit the brazier again and Twilight was off. He took twice as long as Sky, but was climbing onto the landing in good time.

With a grin and a reassuring slap on the back, Sky passed off the dragon scale to the rancher, who dove back into the water. The current reactivated, sweeping Twilight back down to the far end.

“Right,” Twilight panted as he pulled himself back onto solid ground. “Who wants a tow first?”

Wind’s hand shot into the air, practically vibrating with excitement. “ME ME ME CAN I GO FIRST TWILIGHT PLEASE?”

Twilight grinned and shot Hyrule a raised eyebrow. “How ‘bout it, Rule? Mind Wind going first?”

Hyrule gave the water a complicated look. “I don’t mind waiting.”

Twilight nodded, and tossed the dragon scale to Wind, who hurriedly slipped it around his neck. “Ready?”

Wind bounced a little at the edge of the water, ready to jump in. “Ready!”

Legend swept the flame across the oil, and Twilight and Wind jumped into the water with twin splashes. Since Wind and Hyrule weren’t familiar with the use of the dragon scale, everyone (meaning, Sky, Twilight, and Legend) agreed that it’d be best if they simply use it to breath and swim faster, and let Twilight do most of the hard work.

Wind did use it to rocket up onto the landing, though, and let out a whoop as he rolled to a stop next to Sky. “That was awesome. Can I borrow that some time?”

Sky grinned and laughed a little, extending a hand to help the sailor up. “I think that can be arranged.”

Twilight, who took the slightly longer way up onto the landing, shook his head, scattering water from the long tail of his Zora armor’s helmet. Wind giggled. “You look like Wolfie when you do that.”

“Hmm, do I?” Twilight grinned, and ignored the sharp look that Sky shot him as he held out a hand for the dragon scale. Wind passed it over with a regretful look, and Twilight jumped back into the water with a terrific splash and rode the current back down to the start.

Hyrule was waiting for him, face set and fists clenched with determination. Twilight took a moment to breathe, bending over and setting his hands on his knees, and eyed Hyrule thoughtfully.

“You sure you’re up to this?”

The traveler’s expression didn’t even so much as waver, and he nodded firmly. “I’d face a whole lot of worse things to help Four. And besides,” and he shot Twilight and Legend a grin, “I have my brothers to back me up, right?”

Twilight and Legend shared a look, before Twilight swept Hyrule up into a bear hug that lifted him off his feet. Legend meanwhile turned away and grumbled about the oil levels in his lantern, pretending as if his heart hadn’t melted like the incurable softie that he was.

Hyrule let out a squeak of surprise, and burst into laughter when Twilight plopped him back down onto the ground only to give his curls a wild ruffling.

“I’m proud of you, Hyrule.” The rancher said, and Hyrule’s shoulders straightened, his determination bolstered with confidence. Then Twilight pressed the dragon scale into his hand. “Ready?”

Hyrule nodded, and when the brazier once more caught fire, they dove into the water.

This trip went just as smoothly as Wind’s, Twilight smoothly towing Hyrule down below the water to avoid the spike trap. Their landing was a bit less spectacular, as Hyrule couldn’t quite get the courage to rocket up and out. Instead, they pulled themselves up the steps onto the landing, where Twilight promptly collapsed onto his back with a gasp to recover from three back and forth trips.

A minute later, Legend joined them, smoothly jumping out of the water and onto dry ground. Wind could’ve sworn he caught a glimpse of something flickering in the water as Legend did so—something scale-like—but whatever it was, it was gone when Legend’s feet touched land.

“Still got it.” The veteran said smugly, “Though that was a lot easier without the turrets raining rocks down on my head.” He glanced around at them all.

“Got through all right, Rulie?”

Hyrule nodded, toweling his hair off with a spare cloth from his pack. Legend nodded back, satisfied, and toed a still-collapsed Twilight none-to-gently with his boot.

“Up’n’at ‘em, rancher. Did you spend all your time going through dungeons taking naps?”

“Kick me again and I’ll bite your foot.”

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Twilight was the last one to step through the door into the next room, and the instant he stepped through, the stone door slammed shut behind him.

The heroes all exchanged glances, hands flying to sword hilts. And not a moment too soon, for a gigantic monster materialized in the middle of the room. It appeared to be a giant one-eyed jellyfish, with a cloud of electric Baris hanging around it.

“Finally!” Legend shouted. “What a relief!”

Sky shot him a look as he raised his sword. “Why are you happy that we have to fight a boss?”

“Because I didn’t know what to expect in all those empty rooms,” Legend responded, already digging in his bag for his hookshot. “With this ugly sucker, I know exactly what to expect. Twilight, Sky, you’re on hookshot duty. Rulie and Wind, once we pull the Baris towards us, wait a second for the electricity to go off and then hit them.”

He grinned wildly, aiming his hookshot at the monster. “Honestly, Arrghus II here gave me a bit of trouble when I first came through, but with five heroes?”

His hookshot sank into the Bari, ripping it away from Arrghus II and dragging it towards it’s doom, where Hyrule waited eagerly with his sword at the ready. The electricity went off, and then the silver blade of the magic sword was arcing through the air, instantly dispelling the monster into mist.

Legend grinned and aimed again. “This’ll be a breeze.”

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Legend’s plan went off flawlessly—between the five of them, Arrghus was wittled down quickly, and with a final swipe of Sky’s sword, was dispatched into nothingness.

Wind looked around the room thoughtfully. “Isn’t it funny that the boss was left while all the other monsters were cleared out? Why do you think that is?”

Everyone turned to look at Twilight. The rancher threw his hands into the air. “Don’t look at me! I haven’t done it yet!”

“Nayru’s bleeding heart, I hate paradoxes.” Legend muttered, and headed for the door into the next room. “Come on, guys, the first sword in the next room. We just need to grab it and move on.”

They obediently trailed after him, a slight hush falling them as the realization that they’d achieved the first step of their goal. Only three swords left, and they could save Four.

They stepped through and saw the sword, sticking out of the pedestal. The golden hilt had a green gem that sparkled faintly in the dimness.

“Who’s gonna draw it?” Wind whispered into the quiet, and Legend let out a sigh.

“No reason to just stand around,” And with a few quick strides he was at the sword. He sucked in a deep breath, grasped the sword, and drew it out of the stone in a swift motion.

There was a brilliant flash of light and magic, and all of a sudden Four was lying at Legend’s feet, clad entirely in green, and oozing black blood from a wound in his side.

“Farore’s roaring winds!” Legend screeched, and stumbled back, eyes wide. The others cried out and rushed forward, Sky and Hyrule falling to their knees besides Four’s crumpled form.

“Why didn’t you mention this before?” Twilight gasped, looking down at Four in horror, and Legend shook his head frantically, face white.

“This didn’t happen last time! I have no idea what’s going on.”

“Hyrule!” Wind cried out, peering over Sky’s shoulder. “Look at his blood, I think he’s cursed!”

Hyrule’s face pinched as he looked. “I can try the life spell, but I don’t know—"

Sky’s face settled into a grim line, fire blazing in his eyes. “Cursed, is it? Well, I can solve that.”

With a swift movement—so swift it was as if Fi herself leapt into his hand—Sky had the Master Sword drawn and pressed the flat of the blade against the wound in Four’s side.

There was a flash of brilliant blue, and Four jolted and screamed. Then the flash died down, and the heroes all gasped.

The blood was flowing red again.

“Now this I can solve, no problem,” Hyrule said, ripped the cork off a bottle of blue potion with his teeth. Twilight bent down and pressed open Four’s mouth, and in a twinkling the potion disappeared down Four’s throat.

Four fell still, and the heroes all froze, not daring to so much as to breath, and waited.

The blood flow slowed, stopped, and Four’s breathing eased.

As one, they sucked in gasps of air, like they’d just burst past the finish line and collapsed in relief on the far side.

“Wait---did—did we do it?” Wind grabbed Sky’s shoulders, shaking him a little, dampness gathering at the corners of his eyes. “Is he gonna be okay now?”

Sky carefully lifted the sliced edges of Four’s green tunic, peering at the skin beneath. It was hale and whole, the blue potion having done it’s work well.

He let the cloth fall down again, a tenseness he’d been carrying since Legend had first shared his story slowly eking out of his shoulders. “It seems like he’s out of the clouds, now.

Four jerked, a strangled yell bursting out of him. Green eyes flying wide open, and Sky narrowly avoided being smacked upside the head by a thrashing arm. Hyrule wasn’t so lucky, and let out a pained grunt as a knee slammed him in the gut.

Sky somehow managed to wrestle Four’s arms down against the floor, while Twilight firmly wrapped his arms around Four’s shoulders, holding Four’s upper torso against his lap. Meanwhile, Wind and Hyrule rushed to grab Four’s legs, and Legend stood by, hands full of Four’s sword and getting antsier from a desire to help by the second.

Four need to calm down, Sky thought frantically, exchanging panicked looks with Twilight. Hyrule may have had healed Four’s injury, but Sky remembered how exhausted Sun had been after she awoke from her long sleep. Magic and curses and seals sapped one’s energy. Four need to lie , and Sky was going to make sure he did so.

Four didn’t seem to agree, if the constant attempts at moving indicated anything.

“Calm down, Four,” Twilight said gently, somehow managing to conceal the panic roiling within. “It’s us. We’ve got you, you’re safe.”

Something seemed to get through to the smith, for Four stilled for a moment, his breath gasping, gaze darting about wildly. “Who are you—I don’t know—what—”

Sky shared a nervous glance with his brothers.

…did Four lose his memories, just like Wild had?

Suddenly, Four let out a ragged gasp. The next moment, there was sudden surge of movement as Four bucked furiously in their grip, forcing Twilight to clutch him tightly. “Let me go!” His voice was a snarl, raging and wild. “WHERE IS HE?”

“Where is who?” Wind piped up.

Four refused to stop struggling, nearly managing to kick his legs free from Hyrule and Wind. “The King! Where is the Gerudo Kin---”

He froze, his face going white. “ZELDA!”

*-/-*-/-*-/-*-/-*

To be continued...

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find the word tag CCCXXV

I know that being on hiatus means less posts (unless I made a queue and I hate that) but it's somehow surprising to me every time when there aren't any new ones. because I haven't made any. wild. @spacetimewraithwrites *skrrt* you got tagged!

the return of youth story!

weak (draft 0, 2020)

“You okay?” Cal was the one who spoke.

Mark kept his eyes on R, though. He was so tall and intimidating with Mark so weak and exposed and sick, slumped over on the couch. The couch wasn’t even his. The couch that was in the house of the two brothers who were waiting for an answer about whether or not Mark was okay and Mark did not know if he was okay and was it okay to say that? To the people that let him sleep on their couch while he was sick? The couch at least deserved an answer after all the scratching Mark had done to it.

“I don’t know if he’s totally here,” Cal whispered, and Mark realized belatedly that he and R had swapped positions and now it was R who was kneeling in front of him and that was really weird.

warm (draft 0, 2020)

Nyks wandered into the main club room and carelessly plopped face first onto the couch, interrupting R’s quality phone scrolling.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Nothing.” Nyks’ voice was a flat yellow, unobtrusive but wince-worthy on the ears.

R squinted down at the decidedly solid boy draped over his legs. “Are you down?”

“Yeah.” Single-word responses, short on energy and also anything but that pale excuse for warm sunshine.

watch (draft 0, 2021)

Cal sighed, tapping in the side of R's helmet. "Go normal fast, okay? And not too far." He chewed on his lip.

"It'll be fine." R ruffled his brother's hair. "And if it isn't, you'll get to watch Daniel scold me and I'm sure you'll enjoy that."

"You bet I will," Cal groused. "Have fun, Nyks. Hold on tight."

Nyks smiled and took his turn ruffling Cal's hair. "I will hold on very tight. See you later!"

water (draft 0, 2021)

“That’s the goal? To be spring water to each other instead of tap?”

Evie nodded.

R slide his gaze over to Cal and Daniel, who seemed perfectly content to merely watch the conversation instead of contributing. “You don’t have anything to say?”

Daniel tugged on Cal’s hips until the younger boy sat on his lap. “I’d love to be deep cave water, wouldn’t you?”

“Can I have flowers in my spring for extra flavor?”

Evie rolled her shoulders. “How would I know? I have to know you better before your type of water can be determined.”

wall (draft 0? 2022)

“When I flirt, it doesn’t mean anything,” R winks at him.

Mark doesn’t budge. “When I didn’t notice you it also didn’t mean anything.”

He doesn’t like having the zoom so close up on his emotions but there’s no way to do this without them. He doesn’t want to be doing this, having this conversation with R either, but previous circumstances have proven that this is just a thing that R does. He’ll sit on his feelings for way too long, and then force others to hash them out with him. Which, it’s good, overall. It’s better to know what they are. The logic of the process doesn’t make it any easier, though.

R squirms, teetering back and forth on the balls of his feet because if he’s showing what he feels he really shows it. His shoulders roll back defensively, too, but he he doesn’t respond.

Mark looks away, not wanting to see the display of R with open curtains. He’s just as closed as usual, only letting his thoughts come out of his mouth. Even so, with this particular friend he still feels see-through despite his best efforts. It makes any kind of confrontation harder. He isn’t a wall, he’s just a window. And it certainly doesn’t help that R is wilting in front of him rather than fighting. There’s nothing for his words to bounce off of.

wince (draft 0, 2020, revised 2021)

R toed the pavement in disgust. “Gods, Nyks, why do you always do this to us?”

Nyks pressed his lips together, putting his shoulders back. “Do what. Put you in the position to talk about things instead of being children and biting back your feelings? Yes. That sounds very bad.”

Evie punched R in the stomach without real force, but R winced anyway. “Our, ah, acquaintanceship can’t be fixed just like that.”

“Right.” Nyks blinked, but with his whole body.

R, Evie and Mark all reached for him, one hand each resting on a shoulder or his head. Nyks looked at each of them in turn, his smile tired.

“Sorry,” Mark said, first.

“You okay?” R asked.

“You guys are so stupid,” Evie grumbled. “R, apologize, too.”

R tugged Nyks toward him and wrapped his arm around the less than solid boy. “I’m sorry. I’m stupid.”

“You’re not stupid,” Nyks mumbled. “You’re just dumb.”

shirt, sleeve, start, sorry. BONUS: speculate, scatter. @blueinkblot @did-i-do-this-write @livvywrites @zmwrites @rose-bookblood @zoya-writes @sleepy-night-child OR ANYBODY

#find the word tag #searching circle #alliteration agency

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husbandhoshi · 1 year

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crazy story that u did not ask for i just opened this app after like 1000 years because i fell in love with a british boy and got my heart broken and went into my sad little cave for a month just 2 come back and find out you returned from your hiatus. like i kind of won the divorce welcome back my fave carat

first of all Fuck that guy. second of all 🥺🫶

#i wouldn’t say. Returned returned but im trying to be more active #anyway this made me smile in lecture so <3 hugs n kisses #hope ur feeling ok now :/ heartbreak sucks so bad #ask #anon

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dhampir72 · 6 years

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Pro tip

If you have nothing nice to say about a fic, just shut up and move on.

#i was just thinking about coming back from hiatus and then i get another nastygram #i’m kind of done with 00q at this point #rude af #learn how to give proper criticism or gtfo #returning to my cave away from everyone

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tomboy-writer · 3 years

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Prompt: Chris Evans story where your boyfriend is a cheating douche-bag. He cheats on you time and time again and you get into a bit of a depression. You confide in your best friend, Chris Evans. His consoling leads to sex, the sex soon turns into a regular thing and you get happy again. Your boyfriend sees your change and promises that he will never cheat again and that he will treat you better. You’re happy but sad at the same time because now you have to break things off with Chris. But Chris won’t have it; he says that you should stay with him and not your boyfriend. You’re not sure of which decision to make, so Chris lists off reasons why you would be better off with him.

Chris Evans x black!reader

A/N: my first Chris Evans story!! Let me know what you guys think of it.

A/N 2: I started this story a few years ago and it took me a long time to finish cause I was on a very long writing hiatus and didn't finish this until earlier this year, so some of the story goes off of what the summary says and I decided to turn this into 2 parts (could be more, depending on how long the 2nd part is). So no smut in this part, just angst and dumb jokes. This also originally wasn't going to be a black reader story, but seeing how my ACTUAL 1st Chris Evans story went pretty well (the Game On story) I decided to make it another one cause I love it.

C/W: angst, swearing, my dumb jokes, 3rd person story (it hurt my brain to write it this way, but I wanted to try something different)

“He did it again, Chris! Michael cheated on me with some big titted chick,” Y/N said as she sobbed into her best friend’s shoulder.

Chris rubbed his friend’s back, trying to calm her down. He knew how to handle situations like these since Y/N went through so many of them with her boyfriend. Chris thought her relationship with Michael was like a broken record: always repeating itself. It was good at first with the couple being so obviously in love, but that changed six months later when Michael decided that Y/N wasn’t enough and started to cheat on her with multiple women. Y/N had been given advice by Chris countless times about guys like Michael and she listened to him, she really did. But she always ended up forgiving her unfaithful boyfriend and enjoyed the makeup sex that Michael would give her after.

“He and that big titted chick can both go to hell for all I care,” Chris replied. Then he lifted his friend’s head from his shoulder and made her look directly in his eyes. “Hey hon,” he said using his ‘friendly’ nickname for Y/N. “I think it’s about time you dropped that lame ass zero and got yourself a hero.”

“Okay, Captain America,” Y/N chuckled while wiping her face.

Chris laughed too, but deep down he was really hoping that Y/N would actually consider dating him. They met seven years ago and became fast friends. But the bearded actor didn’t count on falling for Y/N a few years later when he was doing an interview for one of his new movies and Y/N was there to help support him and make sure his anxiety didn’t get the best of him. While in the middle of the interview, Chris started to feel a little fidgety, so he tugged on his ear; a sign that told Y/N that he needed her help. She was standing right behind the cameraman, so Y/N could see everything that Chris was doing. She saw the signal and started to make some weird faces for her best friend.

Y/N made Chris and the interviewer crack up that day, especially when she stood right behind the cameraman and started to bulge her eyes out at him, making him laugh as well. At that moment, Chris realized that he had found that special someone. That special someone that he wants to spend the rest of his life with and just keep forever, never let go.

Y/N was sweet, considerate and loved Disney movies and dogs as much as he did. So he felt that she was just perfect for him. He even started to mentally kick his ass for taking so long to realize this.

The interviewer asked Chris one last question before he had to leave.

“So, Chris, is there a special lady in your life? Ya know, besides your mother and sisters,” she asked.

Chris chuckled and looked right in Y/N’s direction with a bright smile on his face. “Well, I don’t have anyone yet,” the blonde answered, his eyes never leaving Y/N’s, “but I’m looking for her.”

“Chris? Chris, did you hear me,” Y/N asked suddenly, stopping Chris from remembering the day he fell for her.

Evans shook his head no. “Sorry, I zoned out for a few seconds.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “I said I would love to find a new boyfriend, but I’m still in love with Michael.” Chris rolled his eyes this time. “Don’t do that, man. I can’t help that these are my feelings for him.”

“But what are your feelings for him right now! Aren’t you sad? Pissed? Or feeling like you just wanna punch that douche-bag in the face so hard that his face caves in a little bit?”

Chris’s friend nodded her head yes and started to sob again. He felt bad for making Y/N cry; he would never want to make her tears fall from her eyes unless they were tears of joy. He grabbed Y/N and embraced her for a few minutes until she was calm again. Once was she was, Chris pulled away from Y/N enough to look her in her eyes.

“Hey, promise me that you’ll forget about that douche for at least two weeks and just try to find someone better. Okay?” Chris begged with sincerity in his eyes.

“Okay,” I promise,” Y/N complied.

Chris kissed Y/N’s head and, after saying goodbye, left his friend’s house for the night.

* * *

Chris returned to Y/N’s house a few weeks later. He rung the doorbell and heard a faint ‘it’s open’. Evans opened and closed the door behind him and blushed at the sight in front of him: there stood Y/N, wearing only a pair of boy shorts and an over sized t-shirt, no makeup. That’s when Chris thought, no knew, that Y/N was the most beautiful woman out there.

"Hi Chris," Y/N greeted her best friend with a warm hug and a kiss on his cheek. Evans couldn't help the blush that crept onto his face. He also couldn't help but to imagine if he and Y/N were together and he'd come home from being on set all day long, her greeting him the same way she was now except that she'd try to pull back a little to ask him about his day. But Chris would hold his lover in a tight embrace, kiss her so lovingly, so passionately, and ask about her day instead.

Yeah, Christopher Robert [Jamal] Evans would love that.

"Hey, Y/N," Chris replied as he breathed in the embrace. "How've you been lately?"

"A little bit better; not fully okay, but I'm getting there I think," Y/N answered.

Chris shook his head in disbelief. He knew when his best friend was lying to him. "Y/N," he whispered, "I can see in your eyes that you're hurting more than letting on. You sure you're doing fine?"

Y/N's smile was quickly replaced with a small frown. "I'm doin' fine, Evans," she answered, mocking Chris's Boston accent. "And, before you ask, yes I have went on a few dates with other guys; three to be exact. First guy wouldn't shut up about his ex-wife; like I was supposed to be his therapist or something. Second guy -this gorgeous dreadhead- we connected and shit, but he too wouldn't stop talking about his ex and his table manners were terrible." You rolled your eyes before finishing your list. "Last but not least, I went on date with Mr. I-Got-Tons-of-Money-Baby. We didn't connect at all and I'm sure it was cause of his cocky attitude and the way he talked down to people -it was disgusting! " The dateless woman flounced into her big living room and plopped down onto her L-shaped sofa. "Trying to find a new man is pointless, Chris. Either I start dating women cause why the fuck not!? Or I just give up on love all together."

Chris chuckled but then nervously cleared his throat after he came up with a great -but what he also thought was a heart attack inducing- idea. "Y/N," he stammered.

"Yeah, man?"

"If the whole thing with you dating females doesn't work out, but you still want to try to find love, then I know exactly who you should date next."

Y/N gave Chris a questionable look. He didn't say anything back, just raised an eyebrow and grinned mischievously. It took Y/N a few seconds to understand what Chris was talking about. But once she did, her mouth went into an O shape, showing her shock and surprise.

"Are you serious, Evans," Y/N exclaimed; eyes now wide as golf balls. "You wanna date me!?!"

The actor chuckled. He didn't think that his friend would be so shocked by his words. "I've been wanting to date you basically almost ever since we first met, Y/N. I just- -I just never knew what to say to you about it, or if you felt the same way or not and if you didn't then I didn't want to ruin our friendship, or if you did feel the dame way but then something bad happens to us down the road and then that messes with up our friendship and then there's the thing with paparazzi..." Chris was rambling on and on but Y/N was listening to everything he was saying. Hanging onto every word that was coming out of her best friend's mouth.

Y/N had never known that Chris had felt this way about her. It wasn't that she was completely oblivious (well, maybe a little), but she also never saw any signs of her friend being in love with her. Wait. Was Chris in love with Y/N? As far as she knew -or as far as she thought from what she was told so far- this was just a crush. A crush confession that apparently was a long time coming. She wondered how she felt for Chris; did she have the same feelings for him like he did for her? When they first met, all Y/N cared about was how Chris acted as a person, not as Captain America or as an actor in general. But as Chris Evans, an everyday man. Y/N knew, after that one day of meeting Evans, that she wanted to be best friends with the man, nothing more and nothing less. But now, with Chris' confession and continuous ramblings, Y/N was having different and a little bit confusing thoughts.

Sure Chris Evans is an very attractive man, physically speaking. But Y/N doesn't care about looks -much- when it comes to dating or anything for that matter. She thinks what makes people attractive is their personality more than anything, and she knows Chris has the best personality she's ever seen from a person. But she wasn't sure if she was ready to date him or anyone else for that matter. Although, if Y/N was going to date more, then Chris would probably be her number one pick.

"So, what do you say, Y/N," Chris asked, hopeful.

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And that's the end of part 1, everyone. Part 2 will be posted....probably next week or so. It is currently one of my WIPs so I'm definitely working on it.

But what do ya'll think will happen next? What will Y/N's answer to Chris be? Will she say yes, or will she say no? Who knows??? Except for me; I know. Also, you're Y/N; Y/N is you, so you better hope that you say something positive back :P Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed this! Thanks for reading!!

#chris evans #chris evans imagine #chris evans smut #angst #black writing #black reader #chris evans x black!reader #friends to lovers #chris evans fanfiction #christopher robert jamal evans

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