#...he sounds like an idiot every time he talks to adam

[zmediaoutlet]

Well, Sam wasn’t wrong. The panic room wasn’t any kind of paradise to be locked in, no matter how much the occupant needed it. Cot’s a piece of crap, too. Dean knows Bobby doesn’t go for the softer things, much, but man. Given that being shut in here had a pretty decent chance of turning into your last night on earth, he could’ve at least sprung for a mattress pad. A decent blanket. Something.

Dean sits on the edge of the bed. He turns his wrist against the handcuff and looks at the underside, the blue veins. Knows he could pick it if he had any damn thing left on him to pick it, but Sam didn’t leave him much but his boots. Knows he could pull, and bleed, and dislocate or even break his thumb and force his way out that way, but Sam’s locked him pretty tight and he’s not positive he could drag his way out, and if he screwed it up then he’d just be in a bunch of pain, and Castiel’s probably too mad at him to heal it. He could just bleed out. He turns his wrist in the cuff again, grips the edge of the mattress with both hands. Easy to imagine. The blood sluicing down—and it’d take a while, unless he hurried it along somehow—snapping a spring off the bed and making the wounds jagged and wide and red—making the world slow and slide and shut down, hopefully permanently, so he wouldn’t have to bear it anymore. So Bobby and Cas and everyone who ever relied on him wouldn’t have to bear it, anymore. Except of course it wouldn’t be a solution because he can’t. Everything he was ever taught flooded up against that last lead door and stopped. More’s the pity.

The panic room door opens, creaking. He keeps looking at the floor.

“You want some water, or something?” Sam says.

Dean smiles at the iron between his boots. “I’m good.”

Drag of metal on metal—Sam pulls the desk chair over, sits a yard away from Dean. Not far enough away that Dean couldn’t grab him, if he made the lunge. If he wanted to. He doesn’t know why Sam isn’t worried about it.

“What’s in the box?” Sam says. Dean smiles at the floor. “Don’t make a Brad Pitt joke. The box you had, in the motel in Cicero. I put it in the trunk before I drove the car back up here.”

Dean looks up. Sam’s watching him. Small frown but he’s not mad. He doesn’t even seem disappointed, even if Dean’s been—everything he’s been.

“What I had,” he says. His voice is rough and he clears his throat. “Just… stuff. I thought maybe you’d…” He shakes his head. “Feels stupid. Talking about, you know, crap maybe you’d remember me by, except here I am. Just stuff. Dad’s jacket, my gun, my keys. Wrote a letter.”

Sam raises his eyebrows. “A letter.”

Dean shrugs. “Doesn’t matter, now.”

Sam looks like he’s not sure about that. Dean wishes he hadn’t mentioned it. Imagines Sam ripping off the duct tape and reading the stupid crap he’d written down and thinking that it was all Dean had wanted to say. Felt too messed up to leave without even a note but he couldn’t—formulate it, not out loud and not in writing either, turned out, especially if Bobby or someone else might see it too. How much he loved Sam and resented him and needed him and how this hole in the center of his gut that had started who knows how long ago had just gotten bigger, and bigger, and he’d worried that what he felt for Sam would fall into it and get lost but it didn’t seem to work that way, somehow. The hole got bigger and what him-and-Sam meant got bigger, too, and stranger and stronger and more unwieldy, until there were days that Dean thought he’d suffocate under it, or drown maybe, or that he’d lose his mind with worry, or that he’d—start to hate Sam, maybe, for making him this terrified. For being this thing he couldn’t stand the idea of losing and yet that had been lost to him over and over. Until the hole felt like it took up all of him, just this absence held vastly empty under the barrier of his skin, and what him-and-Sam meant was going to destroy the whole planet, and it felt more right to just—simplify the equation. Subtract the thing by half and maybe there’d actually be something left, afterward. Even if Dean weren’t around to see it then at least there’d be something.

“I wish I could make you believe it,” Sam says. Dean refocuses. The spinning shadow of the fan above cuts random light over Sam’s face. His mouth tucked up on one side, sorry. “I don’t know how. There’s not any—evidence I can show, or logic. It’s not a case. It’s just something I know and I can’t make you understand.”

“Guess I shouldn’t have dropped out,” Dean says, and Sam smiles in this weird flat way that doesn’t look like smiling at all, and Dean can’t make him understand, either, how sorry he is, and how little it matters that he’s sorry. That he has to say yes to Michael because there is no other way he can think of in the world to save as many people as they can but also to save Sam, from Michael and from Lucifer and from himself, most of all, and to save Dean from having to see that, too. He’s thought about how it’ll go. When they got to talk to Jimmy Novak he explained that being possessed by an angel was like being chained to a comet: terrifying, absolute, a blaze of blinding light, and Dean thinks—hopes—that that’s true, that with an archangel it’ll be worse, that he can close his eyes and sink into it and there’ll be pain, he’s sure, but he’s been through hell and pain’s nothing he worries about, if he won’t have to see his brother fall.

“I’m kinda jealous Cas got to beat you up,” Sam says. Dean snorts. Then Sam leans forward, quick, takes Dean’s face in both hands. Dean stiffens but Sam doesn’t—hit him, or choke him, or kiss him. All equal possibilities considering the day. Sam only looks him in the eyes, with this expression like—he’s five years old and wishing for answers Dean can’t give. Dean reaches up with his uncuffed hand and grips Sam’s wrist. His pulse fast under Dean’s thumb. Sam takes a deep, shuddery breath in, closes his eyes tight. When he opens them they’re damp but he doesn’t look five anymore. “We’re going to save Adam and you’re not going to say yes. I don’t care if you don’t believe it. I know.”

This year’s been too terrible for the empty pit in Dean to feel any smaller. “Okay, Sam,” he says, because it’ll get him out of this room. Sam nods and stands up and goes for the keys. Dean watches him, tall and broad and beautiful, and wishes he had faith.

[shinynewboots]

Just a Taste: Part 2 Adam x afab!reader

AN: Hello friends! Here is my long-awaited sequel to Just a Taste! This took me a second to write due to writer's block and just being unsure of what direction I wanted to take so I hope y'all enjoy! Only like the third time I've ever written smut so let me know your thoughts!

2.2k words

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, smut, dub-con if you squint, fingering, oral sex (reader receiving), Adam is bad at talking about his emotions, porn without plot

Tags: @kaces-mind @jiyuukaze @lousypotatoes

Adam did not return for 3 days.

Worried was an understatement. You had scoured your neighborhood for hours trying to find the fallen angel who had left you hot and bothered. Truthfully, he had hurt your feelings. You couldn't tell if it was the sting of rejection or the humiliation of the state you were left in that bothered you more.

Though you would never admit to Adam, you did finish what he started. You rubbed circles around your clit slowly at first but faster and faster with half-lidded eyes, imagining Adam's fingers between your folds. You imagined his self-satisfied smirk as you spent yourself on your fingers. That fucking asshole.

You came with his name on your lips (or rather you came cursing his name, more appropriately).

You tried to distract yourself. He was a grown man and if he wanted to be an idiot so be it. Who were you to stop him? He had a key, if he wanted to come back he could.

You settled for bed, throwing on an oversized t-shirt and pink panties. Sleep didn't come quickly for you, as your mind drifted to Adam, just as it did almost every night since he left.

You couldn't necessarily figure out what you had done wrong. You weren't particularly religious or spiritual when you were alive so this odd guilt he seemed to feel confused you. And for him to have the audacity to blame whatever indiscretions of his on you? Fucking asshole.

A piece of you hoped he was safe. Another piece of you hoped he had gotten the shit beat out of him, at least a little bit.

You finally drifted to sleep, your body snuggled around your pillow. Your apartment was hot, as were most nights in hell, so you slept with the fan on, over the covers, with your shirt bunched up around your stomach.

Just as sleep was about to take you, your mind hazy and slow, you heard the noise of the front door knob twisting and the door opening.

Adam?

You rolled in bed, contemplating meeting him to express your worry and relief. The petty side of you, which won out in the end, decided to stay in bed and greet him in the morning. He did not deserve your concern or relief.

You settled back down and tried to turn your mind off. The sound of footprints pacing the apartment played like white noise in your mind. He could suffer a little longer. You began to drift softly with the footsteps until you noticed them getting closer to your bedroom door.

You heard the door open and the footsteps enter your room. You tried to regulate your breathing. You did not want to have this conversation right now. You couldn't. You closed your eyes tighter and hoped he would get the hint.

The footsteps got closer until they stopped beside your bed and you felt a dip in the mattress where Adam had sat at the edge of your bed. His breathing was deep and you could smell the fruity aromatic scent of one of his favorite wines. Still, you chose to feign sleep.

A large hand touched your thigh, thumb making soft motions against your skin. Despite the heat of the room, you could feel goosebumps form beneath his touch.

"This place fucks with my head," Adam whispered, putting a firmer grip on your thigh. Your pulse quickened. "The longer I'm here, the farther away from heaven I get."

His hand traveled farther up your thigh and you felt your breathing stop. He was so close to your core. So close to discovering how wet you were even from the small morsel of touch he gave you. "And then you sit there like a temptress pulling me further into hell. Fucking despicable."

He laughed without humor.

You shot up from your faked slumber and glared at him. "You fucking left me. Do you know embarrassing that is?"

He gave you a crooked grin. "No, Y/N, you want to know what's fucking embarrassing? How much I just wanted to taste you and figure out if you really were as fucking delectable as that first apple I bit into."

His hand traveled to the edge of your panties and played with the elastic, his touch just barely there. You could do nothing but watch his finger in morbid fascination. Your clit ached to be touched. A heat was rising in your belly at his soft touches.

"Do it then, bastard." You bit out, bitterness striking at him from your tongue. "Or just leave already."

Adam's eyes darkened and suddenly a finger had plunged between your panties and skin and had found your wet folds. You moaned involuntarily, frustrated that you were folding for him once again so easily.

"Already so wet for me, Y/N?" He asked, running lazy circles around your clitoris. You felt your back arch at his touch, the t-shirt you were wearing coming up over your breasts to reveal them completely. That caught his attention, as his hand free reached out and pinched one of your nipples. You bit back a moan, feeling the coppery taste of blood pooling in your mouth.

His finger moved from your clit to the introitus, running even circles along the edge before pushing his finger completely into you. A moan escaped as you felt yourself become completely vulnerable under his touch. He studied you with his golden eyes full of curiosity and hunger.

He pulled his finger from your core, the entire digit coated in your desire. He removed his hand from your breast and used it to pull your chin towards him so that your gaze was focused completely on his face.

He licked his finger slowly, starting at the base near the palm and up towards the tip. His face was contorted into pleasure, like a starving man might savor a last meal.

"So fucking sweet, Y/N. Just like I thought."

You lay there, heart pounding at the sight of this fallen angel tasting you. Adam still sat of the edge of the bed and looked at you with a mischievous grin. In one quick motion, he pulled the panties from your body, leaving you almost completely bare aside from your bunched-up t-shirt. He brought your panties to his nose and inhaled deeply.

"So fucking tempting, Y/N." He whispered his golden eyes wild with desire. He adjusted himself so that he was completely on the bed, still fully clothed and threw your panties to the ground. He lay on his stomach, his head dangerously close to your cunt. Both hands moved so that they each gripped your thighs tightly.

He leaned his head closer to you, his tongue popping out of his mouth to taste you again. He licked up from your entrance, your desire flowing freely, towards your clit where he lapped at your bud.

Goosebumps spread across your body as you arched your back in ecstasy. You couldn't suppress the moan that shook your entire body. Your hands found their way into Adam's hair, gripping at the soft locks hard.

This must have pleased him because he began to suck on your clitoris, slowly at first and then faster and faster, building a constant tempo that your body reacted strongly to.

"Fuck," You groaned. Adam continued on until you felt as though would burst.

"Adam," You moaned, so close to the edge. And then he removed his mouth from your aching clitoris. Your cunt pulsated with desire and heat, begging to be touched. Pleading.

"Adam please, don't leave me again," You pleaded, aware of how desperate you sounded. You were so close. Your body burned with desire and was hyperaware of his touches and heat.

He looked up at you, mouth glistening with a mixture of your juices and his saliva. "How could I leave when I know just how good you taste?"

Adam began to lick up your body, tongue moving slowly from your core to your belly to your chest. He now hovered over you as he licked up your neck, paying special attention to the pulse point at the base of your neck.

"Adam please touch me," You plead once more. Adam chuckled into your ear.

"Desperate little bitch, huh?" His words sent shivers down your spine as he sucked on your earlobe. He was so close and yet you needed him closer. Growing bold, you decided to try something.

Using all your weight, you moved your leg so that it caught him off balance, rolling him on his back into the center of the bed. You followed suit and found yourself straddling him, your hands pressing into his chest. You threw your shirt off, leaving yourself bare before him. A look of shock crossed his features followed by a smirk.

You began to grind against him, vaguely aware that you were leaving wet stains on his pants. Adam recovered from the shock and gripped your waist with his hands. You could feel your orgasm begin to build back up again as your clitoris made contact with the bulge of his penis. You moaned at the contact, the friction pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

You arched back, your breast pointed towards the ceiling, and your hands now finding themselves gripping onto Adam's thighs as you used his penis as your own personal sex toy. He moaned at the contact, the bulge in his pants growing even larger. You were so close. Almost over the edge.

"Come for me, Y/N." He asked, his voice low as he watched you use him for your own desire. Fucking shit, he had never seen a more beautiful sight.

That was all it took for your body to begin to shake as you hit your peak. You felt your body try and go limp as the explosions began to wane. Your breathing began to slow and you felt a wave of tiredness come over you. You tried to move off of Adam and tried to formulate a lame excuse for your actions in your head. Yet, he still had not released your hips. You tried to pull yourself free, but he gripped your sides tighter.

"I think you can cum at least one more time." He said, looking up at you with shining golden eyes. You shoot him a wry grin, already feeling more energized.

You pulled at his pants until he lifted his core to remove them from his body. He grabbed at his shirt and pulled it from behind his head to reveal his soft body. A trail of dark hair started at this belly button down to the dark curls of his pubic region. Multiple scars marred his abdomen, where he was stabbed by the one-eyed gremlin.

His cock was hard beneath you, rubbing against your clit most temptingly. You rubbed your already swollen vulva against his shaft, feeling it engorge with every move of your body.

"Fucking tease," He moaned out, gripping your hips to push you down harder against his body. Precum dripped from his tip, mixing with your juices. You rocked harder against him, already feeling another orgasm trying to form in your body.

Adam bucked up his hips, his face contorting into pleasure. He lifted you up from his body with all of his strength and pulled you back down so that you were impaled by his cock.

"Fuck," You cried out, tears welling in your eyes at the sensation of being filled to the brim by the fallen angel. He fits you perfectly, his cock pulsating against your walls. He begins to buck his hips into you as your ride him as though your life depended upon it. He moved a hand so that his thumb made contact with your clit, rubbing hard circles against it.

The sensation was too much and yet not enough. You could feel that ball in core grow tighter and tighter. Winding against itself until—

"Adam, I'm about to —"

"Cum for me, Y/N," He groaned out. Thrusting faster into your body. All at once that ball in your core unraveled and you screamed out in pleasure as waves overcame your every sensation. Adam gave one last thrust and came inside you, his seed shooting into your core.

You sat there for a few minutes, the waves of pleasure slowly tapering off as the scene before you became clear. Heat rose to your cheeks as you realized what you had just done. You felt Adam grow softer inside you and so you dismounted his hips and sat beside him, feeling his seed leak from your cunt.

Adam breathed heavily, his eyes half-lidded. A yawn escaped his mouth.

"Um so we have to talk about this, " You started timidly. Adam yawned again and pulled your waist so that you lay beside him. He snuggled against you, your ass matching perfectly with his softening cock.

"Adam," You tried again. His arm snaked around you and grabbed onto one of your breasts.

"Nah, fuck that Y/N. We could talk or we could go to sleep and wake up tomorrow with morning sex and breakfast." He said sleepily. You weren't in the mood to argue and you couldn't deny that being held as you slept, especially by Adam, sounded like the closest thing to heaven you could get in this godforsaken place.

You made an affirmative noise and snuggled in closer to his warm body, all too aware of the cum leaking from between your legs. Yeah, maybe you could just talk in the morning.

[gassydumbjocks]

Stupid Like A Jock

"Wait, wait, bros, I have a big one..." PPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRTTTT

After that Adam could only hear that characteristic noise that echoed in his ears and made him roll his eyes feeling nauseous.

"Will they never stop being animals?" He said to himself, as he tried to change into his normal clothes and run away from the locker room as quickly as possible.

Saying the last few days have been hell for Adam is an understatement (not that the rest of days weren't, a pale scrawny nerd like him was the lower class in the hierarchy). especially since all the guys in his class seemed to be starting to take an interest in being part of the football school team, turning into one of those dumb jocks.

Each day that passed, Adam swear he could see a new boy with a varsity jacket, a backward cap, and that dumb laughs and slangs those idiots used, "Bro" and "Dude" being some of the poor few words they would use.

But that wasn't all, as He could tell, the worse was the gym class and locker room time, those places were like punishment for him, surrounded by big animal brutes, bulking, flexing, burping and farting on each others like pigs after they drank those nasty protein shakes.

As he walked out, some bros seemed to notice him, and called him out "Broo, where you going lil dude?" Parker, Quarterback player and leader of this oafs pack smirked and pointed him with a dumb and almost childish look walking to him.

You could say Adam was shorter not just from Parker, if not every boy in that room, reason that made him fear becoming a target for them to tease and torture for their own fun.

"Eh, i-i was just heading out to next class" he stuttered, feeling the stinky B.O. of the jock approaching him, making his best not to gag.

"Haha, nothin' of that bro, you gotta start bonding with real men more, those books and smarts makes you no good" Suddenly, Adam felt two of the other jocks holding each of his arms, Both of them making dumb laughs and obliging him to get just some steps from the alpha athlete.

"No! Let me go! You animals!" He Panicked trying to get them off, just to recieve a Belch from one of them in his face "EWWWWWWW!!!!"

"Give me that shit" Parker ordered one of his sidekick friends, and then he handed him a syringe with a very strange and dubious origin substance, before inyect him in his neck.

"AUUUCH" Adam cried, once the syringe was gone, they got him free, and he rubbed the affected zone "You are a bunch of... BOOOOOOOUUUURRRRRPPP!" A deep hearty belch with an almost animalistic sound came from his gut, he covered his mouth.

"What in the hell did you do to me?!" he asked, and after some seconds, a loud rumble sounded in his stomach, he put his hands in his gut and grunted for the pain.

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRTTTTTTTT!

It only made him more embarrased, he tried to cover his ass then, but something felt different, as if his body was being all invaded by something that ran over all his muscles.

"Now bro, this will make you fart and burp all your brains out, you'll be a straigh alpha dude!" Parker announced and all the other Jocks there yelled celebrating in unison.

"NO!" Adam made his best to talk "I wont! -UUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRP! Be a stinky-BUUUUUUUURRRPPPPP!!! Ape like all of you!...

PPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTT

The stinky air formed around Adam, as he all of a sudden let a dumb laugh, like the ones he hated so much from those guys, inhaling the putrid air of his gas, and smiling "Uhh dude, i feel bloated" He said dumbly.

"Its all that protein and tacos you had in lunch bro!, uff, man you gotta quite mexican for a while" He mocked wafting the air with a smirk, patting his back "We have a newbie, boys" He said, and lead Adam out to room, where they would go with the Coach office to inform the new recruit for the school team.

...

After two days, Adam was changing his clothes in the lockerroom, as he drank a bottle full of Protein to prepare for his bulk up session, belching after finishing up the bottle.

He got to the gym with the rest of his team, and fist bump with all his dudes, expect Parker, instead he letted a fat beefy belch rip to him and Parker did the same as they blowed it to both their faces after laughing hard.

[nininikki]

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐑𝐘: e. jaeger x black fem!reader

(ꕥ) summary! — love had never made you feel this shitty before. (part two can be read here.)

(ꕥ) warnings! — toxic relationships, lots of angst, implications of sex, alcohol consumption, vomiting, reader & eren are in college, (doesn’t play a huge role, but it’s implied) eren is very toxic, reader is also very stuck, i love mikasa, but she’s not very great here haha 😅 (don’t kill me pls)

(ꕥ) author’s note! — first thing i’m publishing on here, lol. wrote it in two days, which i’m sure you can tell. whatever. don’t think too hard. just vibe ok. lmk if i missed anything in the warnings!!

(ꕥ) word count! — 2.7k

love wasn’t exactly the word. at least, it couldn’t have been, right? surely something as pure and innocent and good as love couldn’t have led to an outcome like this.

it couldn’t have led to you taking him back time and time again, doling out infinite chances, and losing a bit of your dignity every time you did.

it wasn’t even supposed to be like this. hell, the two of you weren’t even dating. despite what he’d made you think. what, with the surprise dates, expensive bouquet deliveries, and his ironclad adamance that you didn’t do anything like that with anyone else.

that last part in particular was your selling point. you could vividly recount the times he’d talked you out of going on various dates for reasons you had been stupid enough to believe. maybe you were an idiot for allowing yourself to entertain it, but you’d try not to drive yourself insane dwelling on that possibility.

as you sat at the edge of eren’s bed, naked as the day you were born and fighting back the sobs threatening to rack your body, you couldn’t help but wonder how you’d got caught up in all this shit.

***

you first caught eren’s eye when he attempted to flirt with you outside of a bar one night, to which you tipsily drawled, “do i know you?” and then, as if that weren’t embarrassing enough, you followed it up with, “oh, you’re that douchebag football player!”

even through your inebriation, eren’s face was ultra-recognizable, as it would be to anyone who went to your school and also happened to have eyes.

gemstone colored eyes, skin covered in a delicious tan, long hair curtaining the sculpture that was his head, eren jaeger had an incredibly difficult face to forget about.

being the quarterback of your school’s football team and most sought after man on campus, (or perhaps in the state) it’d be more surprising if he wasn’t a douche.

so, what? not like you’re looking for anything serious, anyway. it could just be a casual thing. at that, the yes bells in your head rang loud, the sound growing more ferocious as you trailed your eyes down the expanse of his body.

for a few moments, you could see why he had so many people drooling like rabid dogs without any effort. he was fucking gorgeous. you took in a breath of fresh air, trying to sober your body and your mind. breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe.

one of your girlfriends had linked your arms together and murmured something like, “i’m sorry about her, she’s wasted.”

“i am perfectly sober.” you groaned, which wasn’t exactly true, but you were closer to sober than wasted.

he chuckled heartily, and you had to stop yourself from getting dizzy in the turquoise oasis of his eyes. or maybe you were a little drunker than you’d thought. whatever.

after a little while, you’d convinced your friends you were okay enough to give him your number, and when you did, a satisfied smile stretched across his face. “i’ll call you.”

“yeah, okay.” you said dryly, despite the fabric of your underwear feeling completely opposite.

***

a day later, and much to your sober surprise, eren had called you, introducing himself as, “that douchebag football player.” you let your face fall into your palm at the blurry memory, trying not to keel over in humiliation before he could even ask you out.

luckily, you remained steady long enough for him to invite you over to smoke later. looking back now, you wanted to slap yourself silly for even considering, and then slap her even harder for saying yes.

***

your bi-weekly smoke sessions turned weekly, and then almost daily. but by then, he wasn’t even coming over to smoke anymore. “i don’t wanna get high with you all the time. what if i just wanna enjoy you while we’re sober?” eren had claimed as the two of you lay intertwined on his couch. you could remember the distinct feeling of your heart melting out of your chest and pooling around your feet.

then, he was coming over to your dorm with takeout bags shelved along his arms. and then texting you at random, telling you to be ready at a certain time, because he was taking you out to dinner.

and you certainly couldn’t forget the night all the pent up sexual tension and feral attraction shared between the two of you came to a screeching head. you both were high off your asses, and one thing had led to a-motherfucking-nother. next thing you knew, your back was pushed into a pretty arch as he drilled into that special spot inside of you. drool pooling at the corners of your lips, cheeks glossed over with tears, throat red and raw from the guttural moans pouring out of it.

four rounds later, when your limbs were jelly and you’d been rendered too tired to do much more, eren pulled you into his lap and played with your hair until you fell asleep. it was in that moment that you knew you were falling head over heels for him. although, he hadn’t given you much of a choice, had he?

***

then, it happened. you should’ve known something was up when he said he was headed to a party later that night, but didn’t invite you, which was something he’d always done. “you don’t really know anybody that’s gon’ be there. and i’m only goin’ for a little bit. no point in even bringing you with me.”

you simply nodded in agreement, him having thoroughly convinced you. and it wasn’t like you had any reason to think he was lying. eren never lied to you.

or at least that’s what you’d thought.

not twenty minutes after eren left, your phone had pinged with a message from one of your girlfriends.

party tonight & yes tf u are going. i’ll be outside in 10!!

you’d arrived at the party, shocked to see that there wasn’t an unfamiliar face in the throngs of people you shuffled through. bile had risen in your throat, but you chased it down with whatever was in the solo cup your friend handed you.

for a moment, you were having fun. your limbs falling into a relaxed, dancing rhythm, loud music coursing through your veins as though it were the alcohol you drank.

“oh, shit.” you heard your friend say from beside you, and the terror in her voice was enough to get you to pay attention.

anxiously, you followed the line of her gaze to a semi-vacant spot across the room. a spot where eren had another girl perched upon his lap, blowing smoke into her mouth before he attacked her already kiss-bitten lips with his.

you wanted so desperately to press your eyes shut, but the sight before you would surely live behind your eyelids for the rest of your life. so really, what was the point?

they broke away from the kiss, and you could’ve swore you tasted vomit at the sight of a thin string of saliva connecting their lips. after what felt like hours, eren’s eyes met with yours from across the room. before he could get the chance to even register you as some sort of hallucination, you bolted.

***

as soon as you’d locked the door behind you, you collapsed on your dorm floor. clothes and hair wet and chilled from the rain pouring outside, you’d nearly bit off your own tongue with all the shivers that racked you.

the sobs taking over your body were breathtaking, literally. you’d caught yourself trying to catch your breath through the tears more than a few times. at a certain point, they’d gotten so loud that you had to shove your face into a pillow to muffle the sounds.

an hour or so later, you’d decided to check your phone, only to instantly regret it once you saw the flurry of messages and calls from eren.

with each message you read, his vice grip on your heart only grew firmer. baby wya? we need to talk. if it weren’t for the ragged breaths running through your agape lips, you’d be sure you had already died of some type of shock.

i don’t want u goin to sleep mad at me baby. you wished you could squeeze the phone into pulp like an empty soda can. but your hands were weak, heavy, numb, as though they had been filled with wet packing peanuts. idk what you saw but it’s not what it looks like.

tears blurred your vision as you continued reading. pleas of, will you at least call me? and (likely empty) promises of, it’s not what it looks like and i just need to explain myself. this, coupled with twenty missed calls from him, had barbed wire wrapping around your heart, squeezing and squeezing until you were sure you could feel it explode inside your chest.

bile rose in your throat again, but you didn’t have it in you to hold it back this time. instead, you ran for your bathroom and emptied the contents of your stomach into the toilet as another wave of sobs came over your body

when you were done, you hardly recognized the person staring back at you in the mirror. the brown skin around your eyes was puffy and damp, your face mask-tight with tears, your lips wobbling pathetically. you felt the urge to throw up again.

***

“i don’t even know why you’re upset.” eren had attempted to console you. “mikasa, she’s…” your skeleton nearly folded in on itself as he said her name with the same cadence he usually did yours. “she’s nothing. she’s not y—”

“you had your tongue in her mouth.” you interjected, and you didn’t need to say anything else. hell, you could hardly bring yourself to say that.

“hey,” he said, reaching over the middle console to grab you gently by the chin. the look in his eyes held nothing but sorrow, sorrow that toed the line of pity, and pity that toed the line of condescension. “stop thinking about it, okay? we can’t work past this if you keep dwelling on the shit.”

his touch put your entire body on edge, a stark contrast to the usual. you plucked his hand off you as you held back a sniffle. “well, what the fuck else am i supposed to do?” a rogue tear fell from your eye. “i’m…” your fingernails dug into the skin of your thighs. “i’m fucking hurt, eren.”

at his next sentence, you were overcome with the urge to scream until the lump dissolved from your throat. “it’s not like i cheated or anything.” you didn’t know what made it worse: the nonchalant attitude with which he said it, or the way he kissed his teeth before what he said next. “oh, c’mon. i thought you knew we were only fucking around.”

your masochism reared its ugly head as you asked, “what?” despite already hearing him loud and clear the first time.

“listen, y/n, i like you, b—”

“but not enough to…” make me your girlfriend. the words were there, but you physically couldn’t say them. “right.”

he didn’t answer, and really, he didn’t get a chance to. you were shoving his car door open and storming out of it.

for the next four days, he’d mailed surprise gifts to your dorm, all sent with enough various apologies and i miss you’s to make your tooth ache.

you’d forgiven him a week later.

***

and then another time, more recently, he’d given you an earful for making out with connie at some party. but how could he blame you? you were drunk and still hurting from all that happened before. and besides, it wasn’t like the two of you were dating or anything. at least, that’s what you had told him.

this led to a screaming match between the two of you as eren sped down the slick road. the veins in his neck threatening to break free from beneath his skin, knuckles growing paler and paler as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel. “what, you thought that shit was cute? connie’s one of my best friends, and you thought you could just kiss him in front of me?”

“i didn’t think i could, eren. i did. and if connie was really your best friend, he wouldn’t have let me.” you saw his eyes go fuzzy with white-hot fury, and could’ve laughed maniacally in satisfaction at the sight.

for a few brief, sick moments, you’d thought to yourself, good, you deserve this. but you squashed that feeling before it could turn into something worse. “you did the same thing to me, so just get over it.”

he came to a red light and took a moment to card his shaky hands through his hair. “it’s not the s—”

“not the same?” you scoffed in his direction, unbuckling your seatbelt and shoving his car door open. your dorm wasn’t too far away to walk. “yeah, whatever. just drop me off here.”

***

thus began the vicious cycle that you and him were all too familiar with. perfect, bad, worse, i’m sorry, perfect.

as of right now, you were in the middle of bad, which was awful considering you weren’t sure how things could get worse from here.

still naked from a round or two (or three) of earth-shattering sex, you’d heard eren’s phone ping with a message. figuring your orgasm-fried mush for a brain was playing tricks on you, you ignored it. until it pinged again. and again. and again.

eren usually slept like the dead, and you knew his password. what would be the harm in looking? you’d fought with yourself on it for a good five minutes before deciding.

you stretched your arm out over his slumbering body and plucked the thing off his nightstand. he twitched slightly, and terror struck your heart for a brief moment, but he’d only turned over on his stomach and wrapped his arms around your pliant waist.

warmth chased the terror away, and you considered not even checking the damn thing. until it pinged again.

you extended your arm out above your head, the safest way to hold it that wouldn’t risk disturbing him, even if you risked dropping it onto your face.

after unlocking it, your eyes had to trail over the notifications three or four times to be sure you hadn’t hallucinated. five messages from mikasa. that alone had your heart running in circles, but the actual messages proved to be undeniably worse.

r u done w her yet? i miss you. can you come over? or i can come over there? just call me when u can.

suddenly, eren’s arms began to grow tighter and tighter. squeezing you until your ribs cracked under the pressure, until your lungs collapsed from lack of airflow. or maybe that’s just how you had felt.

much to your ever growing horror, they had been texting for weeks. late night talks, plans of meeting up, exchanges of photos you’d much prefer to forget you saw. you name it, it was there.

silently, you put the phone back on the nightstand and tried to get yourself to fall asleep.

***

you hadn’t slept a wink, and now here you were: slugging your clothes over your body as the sun began peeking over the horizon. eren was still asleep, and you had managed to peel yourself out from under him just enough to make your leave.

your leave.

the words, the concept even, left a bittersweet taste simmering on your tongue. you were gonna leave him alone, and for good this time. because you were amazing and special and deserved ten times better than him, or that’s what you spent the majority of your sleepless night trying to convince yourself of.

your eyes, swollen and red, were begging to flutter shut, but you just… couldn’t. because you knew what vision would be sitting behind your eyelids the moment you did, and that prospect terrified you enough.

when you left his room, you didn’t dare look back at his sleeping form. not because you didn’t want to, but because you just couldn’t. couldn’t because of how weak he had made you; so weak that he didn’t even have to be awake to convince you to come back to him.

you stepped through his front door as though it were a portal to another world. another freer, happier, healthier world. the nippy morning air provided a temporary solace to your shaken figure. you took a deep gust in, hoping to give yourself a brief illusion of stability. breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe.

© NININIKKI. do not translate, copy, or modify my works in any way shape or form.

[madhatterbri]

Christmas Party | C.C.

Summary: you are invited to a Christmas party and you beg Christian to be your date to not look lonely to Jack.

Author's Note: I'm like in love with this story. 🥺🥰 Tried to make it funny and flirty. Hope I succeeded.

@theswitchbladessweetheart (hope you feel better ❤️)

@midwestmade29

@1dluver13xx

"Heeeeey it is my absolute favorite patriarch," you greeted seeing Christian backstage. He tensed at hearing your voice. Any time you greeted him that way you needed a favor. Nick chuckled and walked away giving you some privacy to talk. "Remember that favor you owe me for babysitting your daughter?"

"You mean that one time you were supposed to watch her for like five minutes while I cut a promo? And when I came back you spent five minutes looking for her because you forgot she was hiding for hide and seek?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. Of course the grumpy old man remembered the bad part. Typical.

"That very time, yeah, good, you remember. Listen, I was invited to a Christmas party and I need a date. Are you free on Friday night?" you told him. He looked at you puzzled. Christian never thought you would want to be with him outside of wrestling business.

"Why do you need a date exactly?"

"I just do, please, I will do anything,"

"Seriously? What is this high school?" Christian muttered and walked away. You yelled at him to wait and stood in front of him to block him. He rolled his eyes and looked at you. An amused yet annoyed look on his face. You had a few seconds to plead your case.

"I asked everyone else and they said no,"

"Who did you ask?"

"Max"

"And what happened?"

"He slammed the door in my face. I asked Roddy and he said he was going with Adam. Well, actually, he yelled Adam's name so I'm not sure. HOOK and Orange just stared at me while eating chips. I promise it will be worth your while,"

"Why?"

"A certain curly haired Jungle Boy will be there," you sung. The Captain Charisma figured it out. You didn't want Jack to see you alone while he had Anna.

Christian stared at you in deep thought. His blue eyes dazzled in delight. Jack would certainly not like seeing you with him. He simply nodded and told you he would text you when it's closer.

🎄

"And you still don't think he has a crush on you?" Skye questioned while looking at your reflection in the mirror. She agreed to help you with your hair and makeup. You never agreed for her to give you the third degree.

Ever since she made it to your apartment you were bombarded with questions about tonight. She started to sound like a parent. Every time she brought up Christian liking you, you shut it down. He was just doing it to mess with Jack nothing more or less. A point you frequently brought across.

"He's doing this to piss off Jack. He wasn't going to say yes until I told him he was coming," you insisted.

"Don't take this the wrong way but you are a blind idiot," she insulted.

"Oh good because I was immediately going to take that as a compliment," you scoffed.

"He trained you and was always there for you when Jack dumped you for Anna. What are we missing here, girl?"

"He is just really nice. I was his manager for a while and babysat his kid,"

"Are you really flexing on that time you lost his daughter because you forgot you were playing hide and seek with her?"

"It was one time and the new season of Stranger Things just came out!"

"And trust me he trained you because he wanted to be closer to you,"

"He wants younger talent to succeed. I bet if Kyle asked Christian would happily help him,"

"Kyle did ask him over text. Christian sent a screenshot of his cash app username and said he isn't a charity,"

You tried to hide a laugh. A pissed off Skye would not help your situation. A knock on your front door ended your conversation. The butterflies in your stomach now in full force. Despite always having a crush on him you honestly never saw anything from him. You looked in the mirror one last time.

"I look great. How can I ever repay you?"

"If I ever ask you for relationship advice please don't give it to me or remind me to do the opposite of what you say," she joked. You shot her a glare and stood up.

You called out that you were coming to the door and opened the door to see Christian. The man before you was dressed to the nines for the Christmas party. Long gone were the tights, t-shirts, and velvet sweater. Now he wore a tuxedo with a blue tie that made his eyes pop.

"You ready?" He asked leaning against the doorframe. A smirk tugged his lip as he saw you staring at him.

"Have her home by ten, Cage, I know where you work," Skye called out and winked at him. He smiled back at her.

🎄

"What a gentleman," you teased when he held the door open for you. He grabbed your hand and helped you out of the car.

"I'm not the little boys you are used to dating," he joked and closed the door behind you. He adjusted his jacket and tie before taking your arm around his.

"Really selling this, Christian, I knew you were a good choice,"

"Well I have to pay you back for that poor excuse you call babysitting," he chuckled. You slapped his arm playfully as he walked you to the backyard. His hand placed securely at the small of your back. "Let's get this party started,"

The backyard had curtains of Christmas lights covering the fence. A hot chocolate bar with assorted Christmas treats laid neatly on a wooden table. A DJ played a mix of Christmas songs and other assorted hits. A projector displayed a Christmas movie. Different Christmas games were spread out to get the guests to mingle with one another. Pillows and blankets of different styles laid around the yard to ensure maximum comfort.

"Isn't this amazing?" You asked and looked at him. His hand was pressed to his forehead. His blue eyes squinted as if he was looking intently at something.

"I think one of the lights on that curtain doesn't work,"

🎄

The night wore on with you trying to avoid Anna and Jack. It was pretty easy. Jack stayed on his phone on a bench. He mindlessly scrolled as if that was the only thing going on. Every so often he would stare at you with Christian. He glared at you if you happened to meet his gaze. Anna stayed inside the house complaining about Jack.

"Do you mind if we dance?" You asked expecting a no. Jack used to never want to dance with you. Any time you went out you had to dance with your friends. Christian looked at the dance floor and back at you. He took one last drink from his beer.

"Fine but don't get intimidated by my dance skills," he accepted your invitation.

"Wait, really?" You asked and smiled wildly. He grabbed your hand and led you to the dance floor. He spun you around before placing an arm securely around your waist. His other hand grabbed yours.

The music played softly through the speakers. You were glad the song wasn't too fast. He was surprisingly a good dancer and easy to follow. The man certainly had many talents.

"You look beautiful tonight," he whispered in your ear. "I forgot to say that earlier,"

"Are you saying I'm not beautiful on most nights?" you giggled and looked in his eyes. "You are not so bad looking yourself,"

He spun you around and pulled you closer to him. You wondered if he was trying to sell this to Jack or if Skye could be right. A part of you wanted the latter. You just needed a sign. Anything to prove that maybe you weren't just another wrestler to him. You would get your wish shortly after.

He placed his forehead against yours. His blue eyes stared into yours as if to read your reaction. When he noticed you didn't pull away he placed his other hand to your hip. You placed your hands on his head running them down to his neck. Your hands rested on his shoulders.

"Christian, you don't have to do this," you whispered. "I don't want you to feel uncomfortable,"

"He's not looking. It's just you and me," he confided in you. "If you want me to stop I will,"

"Please don't stop," you pulled his jacket so he was closer to you. You could barely hear the music with how loud your heart was pounding. Your cheeks burned brightly. With the help of your high heels, your lips pressed against his. He stood in shock momentarily before kissing you back.

Growing up you always read about a spark when you kissed the right one. You always told yourself that the spark would eventually ignite when you were with Jack. After the break up you were sure it was just a fairytale. Now maybe it was time to live your own real life fairytale.

He looked at his Apple Watch and sighed.

"It's Adam. I gotta take this call. Don't go anywhere," he apologized and kissed your forehead. He walked inside to a quieter place to take the phone call. You walked to the hot chocolate bar to warm up a little.

🎄

"Seriously? The whole you bringing one of my ex-friends to not look lonely is a little pathetic," Jack sneered. You jumped not expecting him to bother you. He was so adamant about not being anywhere near you. "Can't find someone your own age?"

"You cheated on me with one of my closest friends and I'm pathetic?" You asked bitterly. Not only did your friendship with Anna end but your relationship with Jack. "You and I clearly have different definitions of pathetic,"

"You being the type of person to fuck around with anyone in the business just proves that leaving your ass was the best choice i could’ve ever made,”

Tears immediately sprung into your eyes. This was exactly what used to happen while dating him. He made outlandish claims against you. Things that were never true but still hurt. The party was no longer fun for you. Maybe you could text Christian to meet you at the car.

"Want to say it again, Perry?" Christian asked from behind Jack. The younger wrestler turned to see his now enemy and ex mentor. Everyone knew he would never repeat himself after getting choked out by CM Punk after an altercation back in August. He was more respectful to the veterans to their face. "Come on, Y/N. We are getting out of here,"

You slowly walked past Jack and into Christian's arms. He pulled you in for a hug and kissed the top of your head. His arms felt so safe like he could save you from anything and everything. The sound of his heartbeat calming you.

"Oh, and Jack, go fuck yourself," he hissed. He took your hand and led you back to the car leaving a shocked Jungle Boy in the backyard.

[turtlesunshineheart]

Prologue | Adam C.1

Pairing:Adam x Eve

C.2

Secrets

In all the time Eve had spent with Adam, they had never hidden anything from each other they always tried to be honest and deal with their problems.

However, the last few days Eve hadn't told her husband where she was going or who she had met and she didn't think that would be a problem after all, what could happen?

Eve and Lilith, as the days went by, had maintained a cordial relationship where every day when Eve looked for her on the other side of the garden, Lilith waited for her with a smile and they talked until it began to get dark.

Adam had noticed this change in his wife who did not usually go out and now went out for a walk every day and returned almost at dusk,After all, there was nothing in this garden that could attract her too much.

One of those afternoons they were at the lake while Adam was trying to catch some fish Eve was sitting under a tree making more baskets. Adam paused and looked at his wife who was looking at the sky and Adam knew why, in all these days he had paid attention to the moments when Eve went on her walks so he knew that Eve left when dusk began.

Adam came out of the lake and sat next to her.

"Hey Eve, what's wrong, I notice you're distracted." Eve looked at him and smiled, trying to hide it.

"It's nothing to worry about, we should go"Eve stood up and started walking when Adam stopped her.

Adam had grabbed her wrist to stop her from walking.

"We're fine here, it seems like you want to be away from me." Adam's voice was demanding although he tried to sound calm.

"That's not true," Eve alleged.

"Then why do you disappear every afternoon, you're supposed to be here with me Eve"Adam took her by the shoulders to make her look at him.

There was a moment of silence until Adam spoke again. "Sorry, I didn't mean to behave like that,I just don't know where you go every afternoon, you never tell me anything, I worry about you Eve and I don't want you to leave me."

Eve smiled and caressed his cheek. "Adam I will never leave you after all I am your wife "I just need to take a breath sometimes and be alone."

Adam kissed her forehead."Just do not lie to me"

Eve nodded. "From now on, no more secrets, you promise."

Adam swallowed, he still hadn't told her anything about Lilith.

"I promise"

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"Why did not you come yesterday"

Eve and Lilith were sitting under a tree chatting while eating some fruits.

"I had a problem and couldn't come."Eve responded while looking at the grass, she felt guilty for having left Lilith waiting but Adam had insisted that she stay with him for the afternoon.

"You're okay, you look distracted."Lilith looked at Eve with concern.

"Uh...no I was just thinking about something,Don't worry."Eve forced a smile.

"You want to tell me, after all we are friends, right?" Eve smiled and nodded.

"It's just that maybe I shouldn't keep coming here with you."Eve spoke almost in a whisper, she didn't want to be rude to Lilith after she had been so kind.

"What are you talking about? I thought you liked being with me."Lilith took Eve's hand.

"Don't get me wrong, it's just that I've moved away from my husband and he says I should stop being here."Eve tried to explain to Lilith.

"Wait, you're listening to your husband."Lilith narrowed her eyes

"Why shouldn't I do it?"Eve removed her hand from Lilith's.

"Well he can't give you orders, you have to decide what to do."Eve looked at Lilith confused, she couldn't believe what she was saying.

"Of course I have to obey Adam, he is my husband and he is in charge of taking care of me, and I come from one of his ribs, of course I owe him a lot,besides Adam doesn't know that I'm here with you and I don't want to lie to him because he never hides anything from me and I don't want to lie to him anymore."

There was a moment of silence until Lilith spoke again.

"Typical of Adam, he has always been an idiot, I didn't think you were really going to obey him and believe everything he says do you really believe that he is not lying? Maybe he has told you about me, why does it seem that you really believe that you are Adam's first wife?"

Eve shook her head

"It's not true, you're lying." Her voice trembled slightly.

Lilith smiled and whispered in her ear.

"Don't believe me but you should ask him"

[klausysworld]

Hey! Could I request a Klaus x Reader where Klaus wants to do something that could get him killed and the reader is adamant about stopping him and when Klaus explodes and asks why they want to sabotage his plans, they tell him they're in love with him and couldn't stand to lose him?? How it ends is up to you but I've wanted to see this idea written for a while and your writing is so so good <3

I don’t want to lose you

“I’ll go in and ‘negotiate’ with Mikael for the white oak while you two go in and look for Elijah, father won’t have hidden him well and once he sees me he probably wont bother keeping Elijah. Y/n if you could stay here and watch Hope that would be great, right are we good?” Rebekah and Hayley nodded and discussed how they would sneak in, Klaus walked off towards his art room and i just kind of stood there.

Worry boiled inside of me at the thought of Klaus being right in-front of Mikael who has a white oak stake just waiting to kill him. I quietly made my way back upstairs and straight to where i knew he was

“i don’t think you having a chitchat with your homicidal stepfather is the best plan if i’m honest” i spoke lazily as i sunk down onto the chair in the corner and watched as he got his paints out onto his palette and picked out his brushes

“mm while thankfully nobody really requested your opinion on the matter” i rolled my eyes and trailed my eyes down him, his grey henley and dark jeans fit him perfectly if anything maybe a tiny little too tight as i watched his shoulder blades through his shirt and sucked my bottom lip

“still i think it’s stupid, i mean whatcha gonna do? it’s basically a suicide quest” his head was turned a bit so i knew he was listening, his hands tighter on the palette in his hand

“perhaps if you had a smidge of faith in me it wouldn’t be a suicide mission but an act of valour.” he sounded mad. that was good, it meant my words were affecting him and he would rethink his decision

“faith or not what’re the odds yanno? i mean you were running from him for what was it?..oh yeah a thousand years!” that seemed to do something as he dropped any artsy stuff and spun round to face me, his eyes were cold and his expression was angry, offended but i kept up my ‘does it look like i give a fuck’ face and stared blankly at him. He eyed me for a minute, his eyes darting across my face to catch any expressions i could be hiding, i was nervous. but he didn’t seem to notice that at all and viewed me as purely arrogant

“look love, i’m not entirely sure why you seem to think your voice has any sort of importance but it doesn’t so unless you actually have something nice to say u suggest leaving” i rolled my eyes but didn’t move to leave

“so you only want me around when i’m kissing the ground you walk on? maybe you should go on the trip it might be a little quieter without you around smashing all of your shit every time you throw a temper tantrum” my voice got harsher, i watched the emotion swirl behind his eyes

“who do you think you are!?” he practically growled as he got closer to me, i stood from the chair so i could get out of the room just incase he went full rage mode

“i think i’m the only person in this home with a brain! especially now that Elijah’s gone its like talking to idiots” his eyes bled into gold and he took long strides towards me, i stepped backwards until i was flush against the wall, his face just above mine looking down at me and his hands either side of my head

“what the actual fuck is wrong with you! i have a plan! i know what i’m doing, i think i should how to survive after what was it? ah yes a thousand bloody years! you don’t get to sit there as though you are high and mighty, you’re weak and pathetic, you are nothing so how daw you come here, insult me to my face and try to change the trip I’m about to take! it’s not a fucking holiday y/n! i know it’s dangerous but i’m doing it to save my oh so wonderful brother!” his chest was heaving as he huffed in face

“and what about you! Elijah’s going to be too weak to come back and save you if Mikael gets you and what if just murders you on the spot? You know that he would! Rebekah and Hayley are going to be too busy with your stupid brother to come back for you and i can’t do shit as i’m so fucking weak and pathetic! you’re going to die klaus, die!” tears slipped down my face despite trying to fight them back and i avoided his eyes suddenly finding the wall opposite much more interesting

“i’m not going to die y/n, you know that i wouldn’t let that happen i have to come back to my incompetent siblings and my daughter and you” i sniffed and shrugged

“you can’t just expect to walk out of every scenario untouched, you’ve faced your father before, you personally have told me literal horror stories of Mikael, i don’t want you near him” his hand came up to hold my jaw as i slowly looked back at him

“i’ll be right back, i can give you my word on that” i shook my head and let the tears fully stream

“i don’t want to lose you” i whispered, my voice breaking at the end

“i’m not leaving” he whispered back and went to kiss my cheek but i turned my head a little and caught his lips with mine, it was only a peck as he pulled away with a surprised look on his face and i gulped in the fear of his rejection. He hesitated before pressing his mouth back against mine, i brought my hand up to the back of his hand and pulled his closer as i pushed my tongue between his lips and poured my every emotion into this kiss, he reciprocated my passion and cupped both my cheeks.

We slowly parted, i kept him close and pulled his head down to rest our foreheads against each others

“please don’t do something stupid, i love you too much for you to die, it’s not fair” i mumbled with my eyes still closed, his thumbs caressed my skin and he gave me another small kiss

“we’ll think of a different plan okay? you come with me and lets talk to the others yeah?” i stilled when he didn’t say it back and tears filled my eyes once more

“right…yeah okay” i whispered and dropped my hands from his hair

“y/n?”

“mhm?”

“i do love you…i have for ages i thought you knew that” i breathed a laugh and shook my head

“you think if i knew that i might’ve done something sooner?” he smiled and chuckled before kissing my head

“i figured you were holding out on me love”

[auroraesmeraldarose]

Rafael/Coral Island fanfic p5 (?)

It is almost 1am and I’ve not slept properly for a week. I have to teach 4 of 5 lessons tomorrow. I have lost all confidence in my writing. I’m not even sure I exist rn. This one is kind of boring but it’s setup for the next one which involves me deciding Rafael is a boob guy. Just let me have this my dudes because I have lost my mind. (Also I kind of love the brotherly love/resentment … definitely doing something with that later on.)

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Rafael was leaning against the wall of the forge staring at his phone, unblinking. He had composed the message a hundred times in his head, but couldn’t get the words right. How could he say “I miss you” without sounding pathetic? He felt stupid; he talked to Rose a couple of times a week as she swung by with geodes to crack or tools to repair and a million other things that were starting to feel a little too frequent to be completely coincidental... She always came by in the afternoon, too, usually when Pablo had taken the morning shift and already left. Rafael hoped that wasn’t a coincidence, but he knew a farmer’s work did usually get done in the morning, so didn’t dare hope too hard. He had continued toying with the idea of turning the emerald she had found into something beautiful for her, but every time he sat down to work on it he convinced himself it was a bad idea, and he was being stupid, before locking it back in the chest at the foot of his bed. Now, he hadn’t seen her for a week, and he was longing to hear the bell over the door jingle and her calling “Hey, hero!”

He had been busy getting lights and decorations ready for the Cherry Blossom Potluck, and so hadn’t been in the shop as much as usual. He imagined her walking in and seeing Pablo instead, and wondered if she had a nickname for his brother, too. The thought hurt, and he substituted it with a mental image of her looking disappointed at not seeing Rafael there instead. He knew it was entirely imaginary, and probably she couldn’t care less about which of them was there when she turned up… but… he sighed, and slipped the phone back in his pocket, dejectedly. He was being an idiot. She was beautiful and friendly and kind, and honestly maybe a little crazy at times, and he was… nothing. He wasn’t Rafael the hero, he was Rafael the dumb little brother that nobody seemed to remember. He went back to work, with a furious pace that had nothing to do with being busy.

On the other side of town, Rose smiled to herself as she collected her first jar of honey from her very own beehive. She had always, always wanted bees, ever since she was little; her grandma had kept bees on the farm, and taught Rose how to care for them. She didn’t even like honey that much, there was just something about bees that had always made her smile. The first thing she’d done when she’d arrived had been to install a beehive and get her own swarm, and it had finally paid off; honestly, if they had never made any honey at all she would have kept them just for the hum, but this tiny jar felt like a very tangible victory. It hadn’t been an easy first couple of months… She had considered giving up once or twice, but the thought of going back to the city where she had been so deeply depressed was worse than the hard work and constant fear of failure here. And still, there were more victories; she had found a talent for fishing which was mildly ironic given her own distaste for fish, and they sold well here on the island. She’d caught a particularly good salmon that day which she kept on ice ready for the Cherry Blossom Potluck tomorrow. She wasn’t so sure about a big soup made of random ingredients donated by everyone, but Alice had been adamant it was “vital to the culture of the island,” and Rose needed to fit in - so the salmon would be her contribution. Alice had given her a rundown of what the festival entailed, and Rose had laughed at Alice’s description of herself as Rafael’s “personal crowd-shield” during the festival. Rose hadn’t seen him all week, and was trying hard not to give in to the urge to message him… He clearly got nervous at too much attention, and she didn’t want him to feel like she was bugging him. On the other hand… He did seem to enjoy talking to her, and maybe just one, casual, chill message would be okay?

She couldn’t resist. Pulling her phone from the pocket of her jeans she opened a new message and began typing, stopping to think in between every few words.

<Hey hero :)>

She sat in thought for a moment… what was her excuse? Maybe something about the festival? But Alice and Rafael were family, and she could bet that anything she had said to Alice about the festival already could get back to him… If she asked something she had already spoken to Alice about, it might end up looking obvious that she was just finding excuses. On the other hand, it could also corroborate that she did actually want to know the answer, maybe something Alice had mentioned, but not elaborated on? She was overthinking this, she knew.

<Dumb question; do people dress up for the potluck tomorrow? Asked Alice, but you know how she feels about clothes - beige and comfy! Don’t want to look out of place, nervous enough already… x>

She pressed send before she could think too hard about what an idiotic message it was. As if she was asking Rafael for fashion advice… she rolled her eyes at herself. Why didn’t she say something about the food? That would have made way more sense, Rafael loved food! She flushed with shame at her own stupidity, rammed her phone back into her pocket, and tried desperately to lose herself in her work.

Rafael didn’t feel his phone buzz in his pocket, or hear it ping; he was still crashing away at the anvil, looking like a thundercloud filled his head. Pablo had noticed, and wondered what his problem was… He had a suspicion, but didn’t dare voice it, in case he set his brother off even more. It had been a while since he had seen Rafael and Rose together though, and it was painfully obvious how into each other they were, even if they were completely incapable of admitting it.

“Was that your phone, Raf?” Pablo had already looked at his, and anyway, his made a much cooler noise when he got messages, much more frequently than Rafael ever did.

Rafael had grunted, clearly not listening to what Pablo said, and looked up questioningly.

“Your phone, Rafaelito? I thought I heard it… Maybe it’s that cute farmer girl you’re always messaging in the evenings when you think I’m not looking,” he grinned, unable to help poking the bear a little bit. And anyway, it was true! Rafael hardly ever used his phone, but since Rose had arrived it always sat on the arm of the couch of an evening when they were watching TV, and sometimes even distracted Rafael from the horror movies he loved so much. Pablo hadn’t commented on it until now; knowing how painfully shy Raf was, he was glad to see he’d found someone to talk to. He was, he admitted to himself, slightly annoyed that he had managed to bag such a hottie, which was usually Pablo’s territory, but he figured his brother was probably owed some good luck with ladies.

By the time Pablo had finished the thought, Rafael had pulled off his gloves and read the message, a smile finally displacing the thunderous look he’d had all morning. Pablo was impressed; Raf hadn’t even taken the bait and replied to the teasing comment… So it must have been her. She was the only one who could make him do that goofy, pathetic smile. Pablo rolled his eyes and went into the kitchen to grab a drink, and to give the boy some privacy to work on a reply.

<Not a dumb question, I get what you mean about being nervous, I hate crowds. I just wear whatever’s clean, don’t think people really dress up - hard to do a sack race in nice clothes!> He wrote the message, but didn’t send it, and followed Pablo to the kitchen.

“Pab… Help.” Rafael’s face was burning red, and he hated himself for asking Pablo for help, but he hadn’t spoken to Rose in a week, and really didn’t want to screw it up. He held the phone out towards his brother, then sank his face into his arms on the kitchen counter, ready for whatever mocking, teasing, and bullying Pablo would have for him.

Pablo read the message, and the unsent reply. He sighed. They both really sucked at this.

“I’m going to leave the hero thing alone for now, because you are clearly not in the mood for it… But I will be returning to it when you’re least expecting it.” Pablo smiled, and patted his brother’s shoulder. “Little bro, what I would reply to that message is not what you should reply. I, obviously, being a man who knows his way around a woman’s heart… well, maybe not her heart, but y’know…” he grinned a little, then remembered he wasn’t here to remind Raf of what a proficient ladies’ man his big brother was. “If it were me, I’d tell her she’d look amazing in whatever she wore… And even more amazing if she wore nothing at all.” Rafael hadn’t responded in words, but groaned, his face still pressed into his folded arms on the counter. Pablo continued quickly, “but it’s not me, little bro, it’s you, and I think if you typed that you would probably explode into a million fiery little pieces. So, I think you should send what you’ve written.” Rafael looked up, his face redder than the forge.

“Seriously?” He looked desperately at Pablo.

“Seriously, Rafaelito. Just be yourself; she obviously likes you, have you seen the way she blushes at you? But you have to put a kiss at the end. That’s the rules. If a girl puts a kiss, and you like her at all, you put one back. Bet you a beer that her next one has two kisses, because that’s how women work.” He slapped his brother on the back, and handed back the phone. “Add a kiss, press send. And for the love of the goddess, ‘hero’ hurry up and actually kiss her, so I don’t have to deal with this awkwardness much longer!” Pablo laughed at the look on Rafael’s face, and went back into the other room.

Rafael agonised for a few seconds, wondering if he could bring himself to add the first part of what Pablo had suggested… She would look great in anything… He knew there was no way he could say the bit about wearing nothing at all, although it was true. If his face could have been any deeper crimson, it would have been, and he quickly turned back to the message in the hope of getting the image of Rose’s clothes slipping off out of his mind, only for it to be replaced by the thought of him kissing her, his arms wrapped around her unclothed body. He slammed the “x” into the end of the message and forcefully pressed send, before dropping the phone on the counter like it was red hot and going back to the anvil.

Rose read the message the instant it came through… She was trying not to be too keen, but she couldn’t help herself. She had gotten so used to talking to Rafael, and admittedly, thinking about him quite a lot too when she had a chance… There was a kiss at the end! Her heart raced. They had only sent a couple of messages to each other, he wasn’t really one for being on a phone, and she always ended hers to him with a little “x,” but he had never replied with one… until now. She desperately wanted to keep the conversation going, but what to say? He had answered her question, and hadn’t added anything she could really follow up… Maybe blatant sarcasm was the way, that always helped, right? Make a joke, keep things light?

<Thanks! You’ve saved the day once again, hero. So, six-inch heels and a mini-dress, right? Looking forward to seeing you there… xx>

A while later, when Rafael read the message, he laughed and, beaming, went to get Pablo a beer. That evening, after Pablo had gone out, he retrieved the emerald from the chest at the foot of his bed once more.

[chidoroki]

182 Days of TPN - Day 168

Chapter 168: "Dad"

I know this is the same room Isabella & Peter were seen having their discussion in back during ch165, but to just have two plain chairs in such a large, empty room seems so extra. Regardless of that, I do like the panel of the trio here, even though they're surprised to find no one here due to the fake footage Peter fooled Vincent with that lead them there.

Dunno how all the kiddos are hearing Peter's message since the teams seem to only have one person with a communication device but whatever. Perhaps he's speaking loud enough for everyone to hear.

Although I have a hard time believing the Ratri men were able to tie up the Adam clones without a fight, I guess anyone will yield once you hold them at gunpoint. Also, the absence of Hayato in this panel is a nice hint to his role next chapter.

While the demon guards don't cause much of a problem during the rest of the story, it still would've been better if the kids killed them off instead of put them to sleep. I get that they didn't wanna kill if they didn't have to, but it would've been one less thing to worry about. Hearing about Sonju & Mujika's execution definitely adds to the stress. Not as much as their deaths could have, but we're thankful Peter was stupid enough to actually wait three days.

Along with all the citizens who drank the evil blood being killed, the Ratri clan and the higher-up demons taking control of the government, let's add the plan to assemble a ton of new Lambda farm into the mix as well. Talk about a big time panic. The premium farms don't sound so bad now huh?

Oh Vincent, you dunno these kids as well as you thought if you honestly believe they would shoot the adults in front of them. Emma, Ray, Don & Gillian couldn't manage to fire a shot at Andrew back when he held Dominic & Alicia hostage after the shelter raid. You're best bet would've been Oliver. This goes back to that old post of mine wondering who, among the kids, would be able to shoot at another human, but I still believe Ray could manage it, if only as a last resort.

The thought of Norman firing at another person was always a toss up for me though. Of course he showed no mercy towards demons during this WM phase, so even with the clear difference between demon and human, I wouldn't have been completely surprised if that cold persona of his came back with a vengeance once he heard Vincent get shot. Peter's been a thorn in Norman side ever since Lambda, so having this bastard personally hurt one of his friends just adds fuel to the fire. Norman (& Ray) did often mention taking down Isabella & Krone back during their GF days if they wanted to escape successfully, so they have level of brutality, it's just been real lowkey. Thankfully none of the children need to get blood on their hands. They've suffered enough already.

Please never say those words with your mouth. No one in this world considers you as that.

Hell yeah Oliver, let him know what's up!! I love that he, Zack & Gillian feel so strongly about the word "dad" because of the relationship they had with Lucas. The same can be said about Ayshe & her father but I can ramble more about all that next chapter.

Favorite panel/moment:

If you've been around me for a while, then you already know how damn hilarious this panel of Norman is to me.

I mean, in context, it's pretty serious, but thanks to a silly edit I've made years ago, I can't look at this panel anymore and not laugh like an idiot. So, now's the perfect time to upgrade it from a noticeable bad edit I made in the car on my phone once upon a time to something more worthy to use every time I lose my mind.

[vampyrsutton]

You Look Obscene

Summary:

In which Joe is massive and Cherry is very gay.

Ao3 Tags:

Size Difference, Size Kink, Confessions, Drunken Confessions, Drunken Handjob, Strength Kink, Hair-pulling, Dirty Talk, A Male Karen, Degradation, Praise Kink, Author Did Research And Math For An Unimportant Price, Hand Jobs, Semi-Public Sex, Office Sex, Bisexual Nanjo Kojiro | Joe, Getting Together, Disasters the both of them, Nanjo Kojiro | Joe Has a Big Dick, Protective Nanjo Kojiro | Joe

Notes:

Day 3 of MatchaBlossom Week 2023!

Prompt: Confessions NSFW Prompt: Size Difference

Big.

Massive.

Giant.

All of these words could be used to describe Kojirō even as far back as high school when he had to hunch to throw his arm over Kaoru's shoulder and he'd only grown more since.

All of these words can be used to describe Kojirō, sure, but every single one can also be used to explain why Kaoru has been losing his mind for years.

As if sensing his inner turmoil, a large hand cups his shoulder before a smooth voice properly announces the owner.

"What's wrong, princess? The linguine not to your liking?" Kojirō teases while Kaoru's client is in the restroom.

Kaoru narrows his eyes to glare at him, embarrassed to have been caught glaring at his lunch, but in his defense, Kojirō's uniform was getting far too tight for Kaoru's sanity again and he was pretty sure he saw the chest button straining when the chef put his food in front of him.

'Dammit.' Kaoru scoffs to himself, moving his napkin to his lap to protect his clothes from the sauce. Definitely only to protect his clothes.

"It's acceptable." He deigns to answer. "Don't you have a restaurant to tend to, gorilla?"

"Checking on my customers is part of that, dick." Kojirō scoffs right back, setting a wine bottle down that they both know Kaoru likes. "He's on the phone bragging about how to con you, by the way."

Kaoru's eye twitches as he pours a drink. "Do you still have cameras over there?"

"Ida needed away from people for a bit. He's backing up the video and copying a transcript as we speak." Kojirō nods as he returns behind the counter.

"Excellent." Kaoru nods in return, schooling his expression back to professional calm when he notices the slime ball returning. "Sometimes I miss the days of swinging when people cross us." He hums into his glass so only Kojirō can hear, smirking a little when he hears the bigger man snort.

"Oh, get a bottle of wine did we?" The sleaze laughs good-naturedly.

"Consider it a loyalty reward." Kojirō hums as he returns to some prep work. "If there's one thing this establishment values, it's loyalty."

It sounds like it's being said as a company motto, but Kaoru can see the threat in red eyes.

"Don't we all?" The client laughs like he's not guilty. It would almost be convincing if Kaoru hadn't spent so much time around Adam and could spot the various twitches across his face that spoke of lies.

Business continues as usual for a while, but Kaoru notices Kojirō tuning back in as things start approaching the subject of pricing.

"For something of this size and stylizing, we'd be close to…" Kaoru hums as Carla beeps on his wrist before answering for him.

{That would be 5,741,800 yen exactly, master.}

"Thank you, Carla." Kaoru smiles softly before looking back at the client. "There you have it. Shall I have Carla send over the contract then?"

"Almost 6 million, huh? Come now, surely that's a little outrageous for some fancy writing, right?" The idiot has the audacity to laugh like anyone will join him. The unamused looks from Kojirō and Kaoru quickly make him cut it off with a cough. "Come on, you can't be serious?"

"Very." Kaoru hums, taking a sip of his wine. "I can give you a breakdown if you'd like. I know how horribly the school system fails us in terms of the arts so maybe you're just not aware of the amount of time, supplies, money, and skill level needed for some fancy writing so I'm sure you're just unaware."

How the sarcasm in his voice is undetectable to everyone but him, Kojirō will never understand.

"No, no, I'm well aware it's just…" The client frowns, obviously fishing for a new line of thought that won't offend the calligrapher. Somehow he lands on a flirty smile that makes bile rise in Kaoru's throat and, unbeknownst to him, makes Kojirō's hackles rise. "Surely we can come to an agreement."

It takes all of Kaoru's self-control to not sneer as he slyly shifts away from the hand that tries to touch his arm. He carefully locks eyes with Kojirō who nods. Good, the security cameras will catch everything along with the mics at tables. There was a reason this restaurant was frequented for fair business and first dates. Hard to deny being a bastard when it's there on camera.

"Are you by chance propositioning me, Tsubaki-san?" Kaoru asks evenly. "I hope you don't think so lowly of me as to think I'd sell my services for a fling."

"Not at all, Sakurayashiki-san. I assure you, I suggest it with the utmost respect for you as a person, and if it happens to lower the price…" The client shrugs, smile just as sleazy as the rest of him.

Kaoru feels sick.

"No." He says simply, putting his glass to the size in preparation for conflict, dabbing his mouth with his napkin.

"Excuse me?" Tsubaki-san scoffs like he's never been denied before. To be fair, he probably hasn't. He is of similar social status to Adam after all. Part of his attempts to make amends after the beef with Snow.

He was definitely going to need to try harder if this is what he was sending him.

"I said no, Tsubaki-san." Kaoru sighs as he puts his napkin down. "I value my work and myself as a person far too much to stoop to whoring myself out for jobs, and have too long of a wait list to even need to so the price stands." Sharp gold eyes meet insulted and utterly dull brown. "I would have offered a payment plan if it's not something you can afford right away, but that offer is now off the table."

Kaoru gets to watch a vein strain in the businessman's neck even as he tries to feign continued humor. "Oh, come on, it was just a joke." He tries to laugh, though it sounds strained. "Don't be such a prude."

Kaoru's eye twitches. "I can assure you that that is also not the problem." His eyes rake over an ill-fitting suit and limbs that haven't seen physical activity since it was mandated in school. He's pretty sure he can see a gut forming and there's definitely a bald spot starting. Not to mention the man being a good ten or fifteen years older. "Though you are far from my type."

Kaoru takes silent delight in Tsubaki-san's attempts not to seethe.

He does not succeed.

"Tsk. Like you could do better." Tsubaki scoffs in common wounded pride fashion as he picks at his food.

Kaoru tries to keep the heat from his face when letting his eyes flick to Kojirō locks their eyes for a split second before gold returns to his wine glass instead. "I assure you, I can. Now about the price. Would you like to continue, or should I inform Adam this was a waste of time, and call upon the next person on my list? What you're not willing to pay, someone else is."

He can practically hear Tsubaki-san's teeth grinding. "So, you'll put it out for a bottle of wine, but not a few thousand lousy yen, huh?"

Kaoru's brow scrunches in confusion now. "What on Earth are you talking about?"

The social niceties must have worn off because Tsubaki-san sneers. "Oh, please. You and the chef there were practically eye fucking each other when I can back from the restroom. And he's been staring at us whenever you're not looking. Why else would he be hovering so much if not for his boy toy getting attention from someone who could probably buy and sell both of you in an hour and have more than enough to spare."

Kaoru's nose scrunches too. "Utterly ridiculous. Both your assumption regarding the chef and I and the fact that if you could supposedly do that, you wouldn't need to try to haggle or proposition me in the first place." Kaoru brings his wrist up now. "We're done here. Carla, text Ada-"

"Oh no you don't bit-"

"Oi!" The restaurant freezes save for the staff and regulars, both quite used to Kojirō speaking up if things start going sour. "Touch him and the police will be the last of your worries, buddy."

Tsubaki-san's face twists in an absolutely lecherous grin as he turns to Kojirō like he's won. "What's this, is the lowly kitchen staff threatening me? Do you know who I am? I can do as I want, thank you, and right now," he doesn't notice Kaoru adjusting to be more in line with the cameras when he goes to grab him again with a mean grip, "I have to remind an artist or their place in the social food chain." 

"Don't touch me, you oaf!" Kaoru yells a bit louder than necessary just to get witnesses and makes a show of struggling. The asshole does have a pretty good hold, but Kaoru spent his teenage years a delinquent and never truly grew out of it. He just needs it to turn into self-defense.

Kojirō knows this, of course, it's the only reason he hasn't launched across the counter yet, knowing Kaoru can handle himself. He still has his pride, however. "First of all, it's my restaurant, douche. Secondly, I'm not doing too bad myself money-wise. And lastly," a smirk this time, "it's not me you need to worry about." 

Tsubaki just screws his face up in confusion before scoffing. "What? This scrawny thing? You expect me to believe that? Ha!" He's enough of a fool to laugh. "Fat chance. Now apologize for being so rude, and maybe I won't ruin your business." 

A pink eyebrow just inches into equally pink bangs even as he 'struggles'. "Let. Go." 

"Apologize." 

Whatever Kaoru mutters, it's too quiet for Kojirō to hear, but next thing he knows, Tsubaki is losing his cool and winding up to swing, a phone camera is going off, and Kaoru is using his hair to hide his smirk before he has Tsubaki stumbling back into Kojirō's waiting hands to be carried out of the restaurant. 

"I warned you, Tsubaki Orihara." Kojirō hums loud enough for people to hear and recognize the name. He hides his smirk when he sees fingers flying across keyboards. Between the internet and Adam, this man just ruined his career. 

"Put me down, you caveman!" The businessman shouts as he's evicted like he weighs nothing. 

"If you insist," Kojirō smirks before the douche is tossed outside cartoon style. "We have cameras and mics, by the way. Have fun dealing with the fallout." He says with his best customer service smile before shutting the door in his shocked face. 

Heading back to the counter is a chorus of reassuring customers that everything was fine, regulars that Kaoru was okay, and making sure staff remembered protocol for slimy guests. By the time he returned, Kaoru was the picture of prim and proper and just getting off the phone with Adam. 

"All good?" Kojirō asks as he slides back behind the counter. 

"He wants the footage." Kaoru sighs. "Apparently being worthy of being played with grants certain protections so his career is probably over." 

Kojirō nods, shooting a text with Adam's email to Ida in the back, knowing the poor kid isn't ready to talk yet. "Charming. Didn't think you'd ever accept his help again."

"You saw how the idiot reacted." Kaoru sneers as he pulls the wine close once more. "No one's ever told him no before, but he's known for working with local artists. Who knows how many times he's gotten away with it because people were afraid to stand up for themselves." 

Kojirō grimaces at the thought. "Yeah, fuck that guy." He agrees before glancing at Kaoru. "And you?" 

Kaoru just shrugs. "What's the saying? Beauty is pain? I'm used to it, but so long as there are cameras, I never put up with it." 

A fond smile tries to twitch onto Kojirō's lips, but he restrains himself. "Good thing the law can affect you more now, huh?" 

Kaoru glares into his wine as he takes a drink. "Unfortunately." 

Kojirō just snorts, shaking his head. "Well, you can work here for a bit if you want, make sure the douche isn't waiting or anything. Just let one of us know if you need something. I gotta make sure the customers aren't too shaken, ya know?"

"It's your restaurant." Kaoru huffs, reaching around the counter to retrieve his laptop, and returns to his seat to review emails and set up another appointment from the previously mentioned waiting list.

Between casual conversation with staff on their breaks and arguing with Adam over the severity of the ex-client's downfall, Kaoru honestly doesn't notice closing time approach until Kojirō starts helping Ida collect tableware and Kaoru looks around to an almost entirely empty restaurant save for people waiting for their rideshares.

"If you wait around, I can bring out a fresh bottle while we laugh at the footage." Kojirō offers as he clears Kaoru's silverware.

Kaoru allows a small smirk as he finishes up his email. "That doesn't sound too horrible."

"You always did like laughing at assholes' misery." Kojirō snickers. "Let me get the kids sent home, and I'll be back. You know where the office is."

"We're adults, too!" Maka calls from the back.

"You're younger than me and under my payroll!" Kojirō calls right back, tossing Kaoru the office key which he easily catches.

Kaoru gathers his things and heads to the back, tucking hair behind his ear as he logs in using the same password Kojirō's had since high school. He, as usual, ignores the hope that it being his name and birthday means anything. By the time Kojirō joins him with a bottle, Kaoru is already reclined comfortably in one of the armchairs, rewatching a few clips.

"So, you were watching, huh?" Kaoru notes, not taking his eyes off the screen.

"Keeping an eye on my customers is kind of my job." Kojirō shrugs before smirking. "Even if they are prickly assholes."

"Shut up, gorilla." Kaoru huffs. "You're not watching any of the other patrons the entire time that idiot is here."

Only through years of pining does Kaoru notice the slight tremble and too-tight grip on the bottle as Kojirō pours them each a glass.

"He seemed especially bad?" Kojirō tries laughing it off but Kaoru is still looking at the video feed and he knows that look.

"Hmm. Well if looks could kill." Kaoru shrugs, grabbing his glass and wondering if this will be the bottle that finally gives him strength.

"Whatever, just scoot over. I wanna watch you sock him again." Kojirō huffs, bumping Kaoru with his hip and actually moving the chair from that alone.

Kaoru is brought back to his earlier issue when he looks up to glare at him and finds himself at eye level with that damn straining button. "Don't you have any shirts that actually fit, you meathead?" He snips, taking a sip of his whine.

Kojirō looks at him in confusion before having the audacity to look embarrassed when he looks down. "I didn't even notice, honestly."

"How do you not notice? A light draft or a sneeze is going to take someone's eye out." Kaoru scoffs, throwing Kojirō's S jacket at him. "Cover up, you look obscene."

"Because completely topless is so much better." Kojirō snorts even as he obeys.

'For my sanity? Absolutely.' Kaoru internally groans before looking at the screen. As though both reading his mind and mocking him at the same time, the video is replaying Kojirō picking the buffoon up to throw him out, and damn these good cameras, he can see muscles tensing under that stupidly tight shirt and Kaoru knows Kojirō wouldn't even break a sweat doing the same to him.

He really wants him to.

Watching the footage, Kaoru is struck with just how small he'd look too. There is only 4 cm between them, but Kojirō makes it seem like so much more, and being a wall of muscle certainly doesn't help.

God, he hopes this is the bottle that gives him strength.

It's not, but Kaoru noticed something in the background which starts a drinking game with the day's footage and they've definitely been far drunker around each other, but something about the day has Kaoru crowding Kojirō's space to argue with him as he pokes one of those stupidly big pecs with a dainty finger to make his point.

"She is obviously texting friends to make fun of him. Are you blind or did you trade your brain cells for stupidly big muscles and oh my god why are you so big?" Kaoru scoffs, glaring daggers at the overly amused gorilla. He doesn't notice that he's resting his hand on the same pec he was just insulting.

"Okay, pinky. I think you've had enough." Kojirō laughs as he takes Kaoru's glass away from him and sets it on the table. "Fine, you can win. Now stop stabbing me with your toothpicks."

Kaoru puffs out his cheeks, poking the pec again just to be an ass. "I have plenty of muscle, thank you. Not everyone can be a wall of muscle capable of breaking backs without breaking a sweat. You could bend me in half without batting an eye, couldn't you?"

Kojirō's eyes widen and his cheeks color at the double meaning, silently grateful for his tan complexion hiding it. "You- like in a fight?"

Kaoru blinks at him slowly before deciding to take a chance. "What if I said no?"

The tan complexion can no longer hide the flush coloring Kojirō cheeks as he sputters. "You mean…?"

"Sex, Kojirō. I mean sex." Kaoru answers evenly, though Kojirō can tell he's ready to bolt at a second's notice.

Kojirō blinks slowly before running a hand down his face. "Please, Kaoru. Please tell me this isn't the alcohol talking. I won't be able to handle it if it is…and not just a quick fuck either."

There's a thoughtful hum and opening his eyes reveals to him Kaoru's face painted a pretty pink. "It was that simple, huh?"

Kojirō blinks again, hand lowering to look at Kaoru properly. "Huh?"

"Let me repeat an earlier statement," Kaoru smirks, using the wine in his system to crow Kojirō further. "You could bend me in half."

Another shocked blink before the two explode in a whirlwind of two decades worth of unresolved tension with their lips colliding and clothes flying in random directions. Kojirō has the brain power to at least turn off the back office camera before he hikes slim legs around strong hips and crowds his comparatively tiny childhood friend against the wall to kiss him until they're breathless.

"I-" Kojirō pants into Kaoru's mouth when they finally separate for air. "-have been wanting to do that since we were at least 15." He admits, laughing breathlessly at how a weight seems to lift from his chest with the confession.

"Why didn't you?" Kaoru pants, nipping at Kojirō's bottom lip as though in punishment.

"Uno reverse, four eyes." Kojirō snickers though the sound is cut short by a low groan when Kaoru bites his neck in retaliation. "Fuck~"

"You saw what state Adam left me in." Kaoru huffs, groaning when the bite makes Kojirō's hips jerk, and grinds his already half-hard, still boxer-covered cock against Kaoru's ass. "Shit."

"Even more reason. Didn't want-" Kojirō curses when Kaoru grinds down on him. "Shit. Didn't want to pressure you."

"I'm an adult, you stupid gorilla." Kaoru scoffs as he tries to use the heels of his feet to start pushing Kojirō's boxers down. He's not very successful at this angle, but he hopes it gets his point across.

"You were a devastated kid." Kojirō corrects, adjusting his hold to give Kaoru what he wants.

"So you whored yourself out instead of making a move." It's not a question.

"You always were too smart for me." Kojirō chuckles self-deprecatingly.

"Hmm." Kaoru hums, not feeling a quip is needed this time as he tangles his fingers in soft green waves to restart the kiss that their need for air so rudely disrupted. "Guess we need to make up for lost time."

Kojirō grins into the kiss. "Pretty sure someone wanted bent in half."

"Still stands," Kaoru smirks, biting Kojirō's lip meanly just to rile him up. "Now get on with it. There has to be a condom and lube in that tacky ass S jacket."

"Here in my office? Really?" Kojirō chuckles, already leaning over to where the jacket was thrown to rifle through the pockets. "Don't want the princess treatment darling?"

"I'm taking over if you even try." Kaoru growls before yelping when a big hand smacks his ass and holy shit one of those would cover an entire cheek wouldn't it? He glares between his legs in betrayal when his dick twitches at the thought.

"Liked that, huh?" Kojirō smirks as he uses his hips to hold Kaoru up so he can get the lube open. "Well despite my whoring as you so eloquently put it, I've been waiting a little over a decade, our first time isn't going to be against the wall in my office."

"Why the he-"

"But I will still help get this out of your system so I can get you home and take care of you properly," Kojirō assures with teasing eyes. "And I'll be using the stupid muscles you were so stuck on to do it."

Kaoru groans, letting his head thump against a broad shoulder and thanking the gods he was still flexible. "Wasn't just the muscles." His alcohol-riddled brain decides is important information, much to his mortification.

"Oh?" The amusement is obvious in Kojirō's voice. "What else could it be then?"

Kaoru feels his blush creeping down his neck and he squirms in discomfort at the thought of saying it out loud. Unfortunately, given their current position and lack of clothes, this grinds Kojirō's now fully hard dick between his cheeks and his eyes widen in shock. His gasped, "Big," just so happens to answer Kojirō's question as well.

"Hmm? Like being small then?" Kojirō hums, running his fingers through long pink hair as Kaoru nods. "I can work with that."

Kaoru opens his mouth to try to save his pride before yelping when the angle suddenly changes and he's being held up by tree trunk thighs and caged in by massive arms. Everywhere he looks is Kojirō and looking up into heated red eyes makes the flush travel down his chest now before he looks down and ends up throwing his head back with a groan.

Kaoru wasn't exactly huge, but he was at least a little above average.

Kojirō though?

Made Kaoru look tiny in comparison and a part of him was now grateful they wouldn't be trying to fit that in him with pocket lube. How Kojirō had so many casual flings was officially beyond Kaoru actually.

Strong obliques flex under Kaoru's thighs as Kojirō chuckles. "Understand now, sweetheart?"

Kaoru does, but at the same time, just wants it in him even more now. "Get on with it so we can get to yours."

Kojirō snorts, shaking his head. "As impatient as ever." He teases despite bringing his hands down to pour lube in one hand before tossing the bottle to the side and returning the clean hand to the wall to continue caging the smaller skater in. "What would you do if I decided to edge you?"

Kaoru glares but smirks a little as he brings his hands up to large pecs, running over them before positioning his thumb and pointer fingers over dark nipples threateningly. "These still sensitive?"

Red eyes widen and he lets out an awkward laugh. "Point taken." He decides, hoping the angle hides how red his ears are.

It doesn't.

A pink eyebrow creeps up into pink bangs before the smirk grows and Kaoru pinches one.

Watching Kojirō's face twist in pained pleasure is a sight that he will definitely be taking to bed in the future.

"Oh." Kaoru hums, amused by his new discovery.

Kojirō just tangles his clean hand in pink hair to pull Kaoru into another messy kiss in hopes of distracting him from his new discovery. He's more than happy to explore that later, but not tight here.

Thankfully, the kiss fulfills its purpose as Kaoru lets out a breathy moan, short nails biting into tanned flesh in an attempt to ground himself before he's moaning louder when Kojirō's big hand wraps around them both .

Oh god, he's wrapped around them both.

"Kojirō~" Kaoru moans lewdly, head thumping against the wall even as his eyes stay locked on their cocks being enveloped in Kojirō's warm hand and god Kaoru's looks tiny in comparison.

"Shit, Kaoru, look at you." Kojirō groans, head resting against the wall above Kaoru's head even as his eyes remain locked on the same location. "Cute."

Whether Kojirō is talking about him or his dick, Kaoru doesn't know, but his face flames red in embarrassment either way. "Shut-mmmn-up!"

"Even your sounds. God, I should have done this years ago. You look so pretty like this, baby. So cute and small. Have you always been this light?" Kojirō teases, feeling Kaoru's legs tighten around him as though trying to close. They have no chance of doing so, of course. Not when Kojirō's wide frame is better than any spreader bar.

"Kojirō…shit!" Kaoru hisses, hands flying up to wrap over Kojirō's shoulders now before whimpering when Kojirō pulls him into another kiss that almost distracts him from the heat building between his legs until Kojirō swipes over his tip and he realizes he barely reaches the crown of Kojirō's cock in terms of length. 

It's honestly embarrassing how fast it starts bringing him to the edge and Kojirō's words don't help.

"So small, baby. Such a cute little cock." Kojirō near growls. "My whole hand can probably fit around it."

Kaoru whines, tangling fingers in green hair to pull Kojirō back into a kiss for no other reason than to hide his embarrassment.

He can feel the bastard smirking.

Why does it make it hotter?

"Fu-Kojirō!" Kaoru moans, head falling back again when Kojirō flicks his wrist and does something with his thumb that makes him see stars. "Please!"

"You close, baby?" Kojirō purrs into a heat-flushed ear. "So soon? You like feeling tiny this much?"

Kaoru tries to keep his mouth shut, shaking his head in denial, but Kojirō's hand slowing down quickly changes his tune. "Yes! Fuck! Yes, I do, now please ?"

Kojirō curses, not expecting it to be that easy, but not complaining as his hand speeds back up and he moves his thigh just right to stimulate Kaoru's balls as he leans back to watch when Kaoru tenses and cries out.

"Kojirō~!"

The sight is breathtaking.

Ruffled pink hair, flushed pink cheeks, eyes squeezed tight in pleasure as pretty pink lips fall open.

Fuck, how did he wait this long?

Kojirō groans, hand speeding up as he switches to getting himself off, Kaoru's dick still in hand to work him through the aftershocks.

Kojirō curses as Kaoru starts whimpering in overstimulation. "Close, baby. Almost-…Fuck!"

He can hear Kaoru grumbling behind him as he paints pale skin even paler, but it feels too good to stop, hips rutting as he works himself through. Glancing down reveals that he managed to reach Kaoru's chin but glaring gold eyes bring him back enough to help Kaoru back to his feet, pulling him into a much softer kiss once he's steady.

"Fuck, Kaoru." Kojirō mumbles. "You were perfect."

"Mmm." Kaoru hums, smirking lightly. "You were acceptable." Gold eyes shine with mischief when Kojirō pulls back in offense. "Care to improve your review?"

Kojirō snorts, smirking wickedly as he pulls him back in. "Grab your clothes, asshole. I'll drive."

"Gladly."

[creativefiend19]

A Pynch ‘first time’ fic list

For the Anon who asked for it * clears throat * a whole year ago on Valentine’s Day. 

First times - of various sorts - necessarily mean M or E rated fics, so I’m not specifying for each.

Everything’s 2020 or earlier, and mostly one (or sometimes two) shots, in no particular order after the cut (as always feel free to add your recs).

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sun came out of nowhere like a bar fight by liquidsky

“Christ, Adam, fucking do something already,” Ronan says, a clear attempt at getting rid of any discomfort.

Adam grins, “Eager, are we?”

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Feels Like the First Time by FalseCamaro (Gandalfgirl579)

"Never done this before." Ronan glances up, catching Adam's eyes when he asks, "You?"

"Only with girls." When Ronan makes a particularly unflattering gagging noise, Adam rolls his eyes, though he can do nothing to fight back his smile.

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the place to lose your fears by gaewaren (shadowhunterxhunter)

Gansey's voice was low and soothing. "Is he pressuring you?"

"Holy shit, Gansey." Ronan's face was in his hands and he was seconds away from punching the two-hundred dollar custom made coffee table.

"I'm being serious!"

"And I'm going to dropkick you!"

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caught up in your heartstrings by softambrollins

In which Ronan is very distracting, Gansey is an oblivious idiot, and Adam is not freaking out at all. (Bonus: Blue abiding no bullshit and Noah being all-knowing.)

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Expansion by gonergone

The thing was, Ronan had never actually thought that the thing with Adam was an actual thing. Missing scenes around the events of the third book.

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You Will Always Be Enough by Becky_J_1022

Ronan can't dream and can't stay in the apartment, and Gansey sends Adam along with him to keep him out of trouble. Adam does not do a very good job.

Alternate summary: Ronan yells at Adam, Adam yells at Ronan, and Adam decides the best way to resolve this is to kiss Ronan. There are feelings and they spill everywhere. The Barns is involved.

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from when I wake the want is by solitarydreaming

Adam doesn't want to talk about sex, so it looks like they'll never be having any.

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Declarations by Again_n_Again

Adam and Ronan have just started "dating" ...is that what they're doing? They kiss a lot, but that's all. Ronan makes a declaration, and Adam does't know how to respond right away. He knows he doesn't want to ruin this new and fragile thing between them, but is he ready to jump in fully?

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a little more touch my body by softambrollins

The room feels too small, almost claustrophobic, but Ronan makes every room feel like that. He's always painfully, viscerally aware of him, his body, every single movement and gesture and subtle shift in expression, even when he's not touching him or looking at him like that or about to take all his clothes off.

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and baby when you kiss me there's nothing else by fanscribbles

Honestly, they don't mean to get off in Gansey's car. Alas, that is what happens.

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Hold On to Me as We Go by basicallymonsters

It’s like they’re enjoying some fantastic beginners luck, but they don’t actually know how the game is played...

Revised relationships come from the settling dust of unmaking, and Ronan and Adam try to find a balance between grief and joy, love and sex, friendship and occasional hand kissing. They navigate first times and promises and a feeling like magic - even when they're forest-less and wide awake.

(Pre-epilogue)

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as we fall we sing by asael

Adam wants more, he’s only beginning to understand this aching hunger inside him for someone who will be willing to touch him, will want to touch him, will reach out when he doesn’t quite know what to do.

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Honey & Caramel by Pigzxo

Adam & Ronan's first time.

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say my name and i'll lie in the sound by oftirnanog

It’s almost too much, Ronan splayed out in front of him, all hard lines and sharp angles, his fingers trailing up and down Adam’s ribs like he’s something to be treated with care, not fragile, but deserving of softness.

Or the first time Ronan and Adam have anal sex. That's it. It's just smut. Fluff and smut and awkward boys with awkward feelings. Adam POV.

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[batbobsession]

What if chapeau taught Adam to play violin?

OMG I actually had a headcanon that Adam was just bad at playing the violin, explored a little in this fic. This'll be really cute.

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Shifting

"Non--non, your highness, please, you hold it with your chin."

"I can't." Adam struggles to keep his frustration at bay. "I can hold it with my hands just fine."

"Oui, that is how we teach children," the tutor sighs. "They have no strength to hold something with anything but their hands. You, however, are no mere child--you have the strength to prove it."

But what difference does it make? he thinks mutinously. I held it that way during my last performance, and no one could tell the difference! It hurts when I try anyway.

Out loud, he only asks "But why is that important? I still don't understand."

The tutor's nearing his limit, Adam can tell. But he only shakes his head, the curls on his wig sagging over his forehead. "If you were to shift positions, or something shakes your concentration--"

Now Adam wants to throw the thing at the tutor's face. What sort of game is he playing, throwing out vague answers like that? Shifting positions sounds like something an idiot would do--who'd adjust his stance in the middle of a performance? Not Adam, he wouldn't. Unless something did shake his concentration, he supposes, but that wouldn't be his fault, it would be some ignoramus in the audience--

"Deep breaths, my dear, deep breaths."

His mother's voice drifts across Adam's mind like smoke, extinguishing his initial vitriol. It was true that he got riled up over certain things, especially things he didn't understand. They scared him.

But he never wanted to learn the violin! He can play fortepiano just fine, but his father insisted that an extra instrument would show how intelligent Adam was. He sent Cogsworth off to discuss it with his mother, and she eventually agreed. It still isn't fair; he is much more comfortable with the fortepiano. It's so much easier to see where the notes will spring. He overheard other nobles talking at a ball once about a marvel in Italy: a man who can place his hands on a harpsichord and play something off the top of his head. That's something Adam can understand--no way is he skilled enough, but it's easier to draw music from both hands in unison. And here, Adam wants his hands to do the same thing still. But that isn't how it works.

Deep breaths.

Just this lesson. He mustn't make a fuss, he must get through this lesson. His mother is waiting in the next room, and his father would hear of it sooner rather than later if he complained.

Not that Adam minds, but his father is not one for testing. Though it has been a while, Adam could recall his father's deep voice around him, something so strict that it leeched color from the sun.

Deep breaths.

It works, and Adam nods solemnly at his tutor, who looks less than the sum of his parts at this point. But he gestures again, and the prince raises his violin to his shoulder, resting his chin against the edge.

I won't hold it there, he rebels silently. Shifting my feet. Of all the stupid excuses.

The time slows to a crawl, with the tutor correcting Adam every other row: your fingers are too sticky, your vibrato isn't clean enough, the chin, my prince, hold it fast--

Then the clock strikes four, Adam's shoulders sag in relief, and the tutor is barely able to assign work to practice before he heads for the door, footsteps echoing across the stone.

No faith in me, Adam sulks. That much is obvious.

The door swings closed, but not before Adam hears the tutor's sharp "Non merci!" and a clatter of china.

What was that?

The young prince approaches the door to see one of the footmen at the door, clad in black, holding a tea set that is definitely the source of the clatter. Some sugar had spilled, but everything else looked intact. The tutor bumped into him, it seemed, and did not apologize.

Rude, his mother would say. She'd seek to make things right.

"I would like some tea," Adam says shortly. "Thank you for offering."

The footman nods and hands Adam a cup on a saucer, which he takes with a nod in return.

"I'm sorry he did that. I'm kind of hopeless at this." The words slip out before he can reel them in. His father never liked him admitting weakness, even in front of their staff.

But the footman only offers him what sugar is left in the bowl, and Adam accepts a heaping spoonful.

"Thank you," Adam murmurs, and the footman merely smiles, bows, and turns to leave.

But it's in those few seconds that the prince realizes he's seen this particular servant before. Black waistcoat, usually seen attending to Cogsworth, or sending messages to Mrs. Potts. Helping Lumiere with dinner service if they were short-handed, providing fresh sheets to the maids. Never spoke. Chapeau--that was his name. Adam didn't see him as much as the others--newer, most likely.

He's quick, too; gone in seconds. Adam sips his tea and heads towards the dining room.

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A violin wakes Adam that night.

He blinks away the dream of a midnight ball, surprised when the music doesn't fade with the images. Moonlight streams through his open window, and his empty room shines with it, silver and gold designs gleaming white with the moon's eerie, ethereal light.

But the violin doesn't stop. It's a slow, melancholy tune that climbs and descends like a stream over stones. Adam almost wonders if he's woken to glimpse a faerie dance of sorts, so taken is he by the magic of the moonlight. Slowly, he rises from his bed to fetch his robe and slippers.

Chapeau stands, illuminated by a window in the hallway, and Adam nearly mistakes him for a ghost; he blends in so with the blues and greys of the night-lit castle.

Under his chin is the source of the music: a rich, brown-colored violin several sizes larger than his own, and a bow that moves along the strings with such care that Adam barely notices when he pulls it up and down.

Adam opens his mouth to say a number of things, from "why are you here" to "you scared me half to death" but whatever it is dies the moment Chapeau meets eyes with him. Instead, the footman dips his head and turns to walk away. Adam follows.

Chapeau leads him through various hallways, portraits shadowed and faceless in the night, and when the castle opens up, the violin fills the space. Several times Adam wants to ask where they're going, but he can't move his mouth; so transfixed is he.

As a prince, he was never instructed to watch after his staff--in fact, it was the other way around--but Adam watches as a moth does to flame. Chapeau's fingers climb up and down the neck of the instrument effortlessly, and there are moments when his hand shakes without troubling the instrument at all.

The violin doesn't shake, but the note does. How is that possible?

Chapeau plays one final note before gently lifting his bow from the string, and though the sound fades away to nothing, Adam can swear he still hears it ringing.

And it's as if a spell has been broken; Adam blinks and takes a few breaths before realizing they've traveled to the music room.

"H...how did you...?" There is nothing to interrupt, but Adam can still only manage a breathy whisper.

Chapeau says nothing, only waits for Adam to finish, letting both hands fall to his sides.

"The way you...the way you climbed up the strings like that," he stutters. "What is that?"

The footman smiles. "Shifting."

Something inside Adam deflates; his shoulders slump as he lets out the breath he doesn't realize he was holding. "Oh..."

Following that comes the overwhelming urge to bury his head in his hands, but Chapeau's gesturing to the prince's own little case with his bow. Adam's eyes widen.

"No--no, I can't, I--"

But something in Chapeau's stance makes Adam unclasp the case anyway, and it takes him a few moments to figure out what it is: the violin hasn't fallen from his shoulder.

"How are you doing that?"

The footman laughs and removes the instrument, before putting it back. Adam notices it this time: with a slight head tilt, Chapeau's using his jaw to hold the violin there. Adam hastens to mimic him, bringing his own violin to his shoulder.

Oh, thank God, it's much more comfortable. Adam still has to tense his shoulder a little, but once he hesitantly lets his hand fall, the violin stays where it is.

Chapeau moves to him, taking his hand and placing it on the violin's neck. He guides the prince's hands forward, and then back, and Adam practices the action a few times before he nods.

Bow in hand, Chapeau plays a quick scale, shifting to complete it on only two strings instead of three. Adam tries to mimic him.

They converse like that for a while, letting the music breathe, until Adam realizes he's gotten the hang of shifting. Then Chapeau adds that shaking into each note--"Vibrato," he defines it--and encourages him to use his forearm, not just his wrist. This clicks immediately, and they can both tell.

They incorporate it into the scales, and when Adam struggles with the bow movements, Chapeau sits him in front of his fortepiano and encourages him to play with his left hand only. Soon after, the prince can mime the bow movements by himself.

Back to the violin, and it works. Adam moves the bow in time with his fingers, following the sheet music, and the piece that the tutor bade he practice starts to sound like something.

Adam's just working around the chords near the end before Chapeau pulls out a pocket-watch to check the time, and from his expression, Adam knows he's been awake too long. Chapeau ushers him to put his violin away, and Adam obliges, but...

"But could you play the piece for me?" he asks. "Just so I know how it's supposed to sound."

Chapeau looks the sheet music over once before adjusting the stand to fit his height.

Though the sheet music says to start loud, Chapeau plays the first few notes in a hushed quiet, building slowly to the appropriate dynamic with light, flighty bow movements.

Adam closes his eyes this time, trying to remember different finger placements for the chords, the one time he'd shift placements, the switch in key. But it's hard, so hard not to drift back to that strange, ethereal world, only accessible though a violin in the small hours after midnight.

He must notice, because the music slows into silence against the written instructions, and he guides Adam back to his bedroom, tucks him in, and disappears. The moon's moved past the windows now, nestling behind wisps of leftover cloud. Nothing else in the sky.

The spell's broken now, Adam thinks. His final conscious thought before dawn.

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Tagging people who I think might appreciate this (it's also been a while and I don't know if any of you guys are still active but still):

@lumiereswig @im-too-obssesed @forr-everrmorre @naturepointstheway @tinydooms @ginnyweatherby @sweetfayetanner @fadedelegance @trenzaloures @prince-adams-japris @morgaine2005 @greensearcher @emeraldcitynative

[skylarmoon71]

Harrison Wells (Flash) - Extra

Honestly, you should have known Cisco would not be very mature about the situation.

“I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS! A VAMPIRE!!”

Then he proceeded to burst into a fit of laughter. One show of Harry’s fangs and Cisco was silent for the rest of the conversation.

“I just need help making a cure. I have the main elements down, I’m just missing something.”

Barry studied the equation, so did Cisco, but neither of them seem to know what the right element was. Barry went through a series of options, each one Harry stated that he has already tried with no success. You were snacking on some gummies when you walked in and realized they had made no progress.

“It’s hopeless.” Cisco said defeatedly, slouched on a chair.

You nibbled on your gummy.

“I know I’m not a genius or anything, but have you guys tried blood?”

Barry sat upright, raising a brow.

“Blood?”

You nod.

“I know you’ve probably tested Harry’s blood to make an antidote, but what about a separate carrier? My blood has technically been exposed to the virus since he already bit me. But I’m not displaying the symptoms. That must mean I’m immune in some aspects. My blood also quenched his thirst for a while, so maybe it has a cure.”

Cisco practically leaped out of his chair and you could see the wheels turning in Harry’s head.

“You’re a genius (Y/N)!!” Cisco exclaimed.

“I try.” You boast.

For the remainder of the afternoon Caitlin, Barry and Cisco are busy at work with Harry. They finally seem to come to a consensus on the cure they’ve created.

“I hope this works.” Caitlin says.

She’s anxious, but Harry was adamant. So she injected him.

Waiting is the hard part.

It would take about an hour, then they could retest his blood to see if it actually worked. So for that time, Harry tries to stay busy. He’s once again moved to his space to seclude himself. You’re not about to let him worry alone. He doesn’t need to turn. You have a feeling he knows you're there at his door.

“Hiding again?”

“I’m not hiding.” He looks like he’s fixing something, or possibly trying to distract himself.

“So, you want to talk about what happened or are we just going to pretend that it didn’t.”

“There’s nothing to talk about. “ You frown.

“I took advantage of you in a time of weakness. If this works you won’t have to worry about that happening again. You won’t have to do me any favors.”

“Is that really what you think? That I was just doing you a favor?”

You can see his fist balled on the table.

“You said it yourself, we’re family. “

You scoff.

“Are you really putting me in the sister zone right now!”

Harry turns, and he looks annoyed.

“I know you were just doing what you did out of obligation. Sympathy. I’m not an idiot.”

You can’t believe he’s so dense.

“You must be an idiot if that’s what you think!!”

This is just like him. Making decisions all on his own.

“You think if Barry or Cisco had this issue I would freaking do that! Do I look like some kind of hoe!”

“Of course not I just-”

“You what!! Never considered that I might have actual feelings for you!”

He is silent, and you groan, running a hand over your face to calm down.

“Jeez Harry you might be a genius but you’re so stupid. I love you. I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you for months!! I want to kiss you, hug you. Be there when you’re sad or frustrated or happy. I want every part of you. I want to be there when you’re gushing about Jesse’s accomplishments or boasting about your inventions. Gosh I want to fuck you senseless!!”

Maybe that last part was a little too honest and loud. You cover your cheeks, embarrassed.

“What the hell are you making me admit?”

You’re irritated that you’ve spilled so much.

He’s still standing there looking like a deer in headlights. You let out another sound of frustration, turning to leave. Harry beats you to it. He’s now standing in front of the door, closing it. You gulp at that look in his eyes. You forgot for a second that he still has those abilities.

“I crave you.” He confesses.

He takes a step toward you, and you can’t get your body to make a move.

“I was keeping my distance because when I came back, all I could think about was you. None of the others displayed signs of possessiveness or even a craving for blood. They all just got fevers. A natural reaction to a foreign substance in their bodies. But I..I was drawn to you. Your scent, your eyes, your lips..”

His words are making you a bit lightheaded.

“I convinced myself that you were merely doing me a service. That way if you decided that it was a mistake, neither of us would get hurt.”

You can understand that reasoning. He was protecting himself.

“I’m sorry that you felt like that was the only option. Maybe I should have told you how I felt sooner. Then you wouldn’t have to question if it was real. “ Harry shakes his head, gently taking your cheeks into his hands.

“I should have been upfront about everything. My sickness, my feelings. I promised myself after Jesse that I would not keep any secrets. I want to be true to that. I’ll try to be more honest. I promise.” The mere fact that he’s willing to try speaks volumes.

“I’ll do the same.” You bargain.

He smiles, leaving a kiss on your cheek. As he pulls away, you bite your lip.

“If we’re being honest..I..I kind of liked it when you bit me. I-It was like those silly stories you read about online.” Harry chuckles.

“The whole vampire trope is what does it for you huh?”

You giggle.

“I guess so.”

It’s nice to be able to speak with him like this. No barriers or walls keeping you apart.

“What do you like?”

You’re looking at him almost innocently. He’s a bit confused by the question.

“What do I like?” You nod, nibbling on your lower lip.

“Y-You know, what kind of stuff do you like?”

Oh.

His eyes run over your body. There are so many things that he likes about you. But that’s not what you’re asking. Not completely. He leans in, pressing a kiss right behind your ear. You shiver when his lips brush your skin.

“I liked when you were on top of me. Kissing me. Grinding into me.”

The visual makes you breathless.

Your eyes move to the timer he has set on his watch.

“We have twenty minutes.” you whisper.

He doesn’t need further encouragement.

~Twenty Minutes Later~

Barry, Cisco and Caitlin lift their heads when they hear the timer.

“The results are ready.” Caitlin looks over, but Harry isn’t there.

“Where did he go?” Cisco rolls his eyes.

“Probably moping in his room. Let’s go drag him out. With any luck (Y/N) is there trying to talk some sense into him. “ Cisco leads the way and Cailtin sends a smile at Barry. As annoyed as he’s acting, they know it comes from a caring place. The two were practically brothers. So they venture down to his room. As they get closer, Caitlin raises a brow when she hears a thud.

“Did you guys hear that?”

Barry nods.

They move closer, and the sound seems to echo. For a moment they all seem to shift to fighting mode. Ready for anything, but the voice on the other side of the room stops them.

“H-Harry..Oh shit! HARRY!”

Your screams of pleasure are hard to miss. Caitlin’s face turns beet red. Barry takes a much needed step back. Cisco’s jaw basically drops. There’s another crash from behind the door.

“What the hell are they doing in there?” Barry can’t help but ask, because a bang follows.

“Let’s get out of here. Last time I tried to help that shameless bastard.” Cisco is grumbling the entire way back, and they follow briskly.

He would come for the results when he was ready.

[mimisempai]

Nothing has the same taste when you're not there

Summary:

Participating in a multi-day seminar, Aziraphale turned off his phone. When he finally turns it on, he sees that he has 7 missed calls, all from Crowley. What could the demon have to say to him?

Notes

Another soft story and I am absolutely not ashamed of it.

On AO3

Rating G - 849 words

Seven missed calls. 

Aziraphale had turned off his phone for the duration of the seminar, refusing to be disturbed during the event he had been waiting for so long. He had just turned it on, right after getting into the cab that was taking him home.

He had seven missed calls. 

All from Crowley.

He had only left a voicemail with the last call.

Aziraphale looked at his phone a few times, a little puzzled. If it had been urgent, Crowley probably wouldn't have used the phone and would have come straight to him no matter when or where. 

But he had called it seven times.

Why?

Once for every day he was away.

Seven days, the length of the Aziraphale seminar.

The angel dialed the code to listen to the voicemail.

"Hi Angel, it's me Crowley. Yes, of course it's me. I mean, in case you thought it was someone pretending to be me. That's me. The proof is that I know your favorite ice cream is a vanilla with a flake."

Aziraphale couldn't hold back a chuckle, as this message was so typically Crowley.

There was no way to doubt it was his demon.

"You're probably wondering why all these missed calls, right? When I know for a fact that you can't answer this number because you're in a seminar, probably sitting quietly taking notes on some obscure manuscript from whatever era. But that’s how it is, today you've been gone for seven days. I've been calling you every day, just because I miss your voice, because I miss hearing you talk. You know, coming into the shop at the end of the day, having a nice glass of wine and all that. To be honest I'm drinking this nice glass of wine right now. But even wine doesn't taste the same when you're not there to share it. I probably even drank a little too much to dare tell you these things. I realize I sound like an incredible idiot."

Aziraphale didn't think it was foolish at all. In fact, he found it rather endearing. 

Someone was missing him so much. Someone would call his phone once a day, just to hear the sound of his voice. It was more flattering than stupid, especially since it was the demon he loved.

Crowley's voice continued, "And today, when you'll be back in a few hours, I wanted to tell you again that more than your voice, I really miss talking to you. About everything. My plants. Adam's latest antics. The new dessert from the bakery around the corner. The last book you read. That new rock band I discovered. What I'm going to cook at night. Who's going to cook at night. About everything and nothing. The silence is killing me."

There was a pause and Aziraphale clearly heard Crowley sigh before he resumed, "I'm stopping before I get dramatic. Yeah, yeah I already am, I know. I just miss you, that's all. Come home soon Angel. I love you."

Aziraphale hadn't felt like making fun of Crowley at the beginning of the message at all, and he felt even less like it now. 

He restrained himself from telling the driver to drive even faster.

He couldn't wait to tell Crowley in person that he had missed his voice too. 

That he missed talking to him too. 

That he missed his smile. 

That he missed everything that was their daily life now. 

That he missed Crowley. Just him.

Aziraphale was in such a hurry that he had to try three times before he could put the key in the lock. 

It was late, so he tried to be quiet in case Crowley was asleep. He saw that light was coming from the living room door and, barely taking the time to put down his suitcase and hang up his coat, he entered the room.

There, he couldn't help but smile fondly as he spotted Crowley asleep on the couch, an empty wine glass threatening to fall from his hand.

He approached, knelt down to the level of his head and gently took the glass from the demon’s hand. Just as carefully, he ran his hand over the cheek of Crowley, who woke up.

In a voice hoarse from sleep, he said softly, "Hi Angel, welcome home.

Aziraphale leaned in and kissed him softly. When he pulled back, Crowley rubbed his eyes and sat up so the angel could sit next to him.

Once settled, Aziraphale put his arm around Crowley's shoulders and the demon nuzzled against him, murmuring softly, "I missed this too. And I've missed you. So much."

Sleep made him speak even more sincerely than usual, so Aziraphale could only reciprocate, replying with the same genuineness.

He pressed a lingering kiss to Crowley's hair and replied, "I know. I understand it perfectly because I missed you in exactly the same way. So much."

They stayed for long minutes like that, in each other's arms, reveling in the bliss of being together.

They would have time to talk.

Later.

For now, the essential had been said.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable Husbands masterlist : here

[countlessrealities]

New Year's Eve toasts || No longer accepting.

@technodromes sent: 🥂💋 for a toast with a kiss (Bishop & SR)

After what happened at the Christmas party, inviting Bishop over for New Year's Eve seemed the obvious, right thing to do. The last thing Rick wants is for the Utrom to think that he is avoiding him. The idea has crossed his mind, but he has quickly discarded it. Dating and everything connected to it might not be his field of expertise, but he refuses to lose a good friend over something as stupid as a crush.

Not to mention that AR would have made fun of him till the end of time if he had taken the coward's way out and his best friend already has a too long list of things he can use against him.

What leaves him a little on edge is that they haven't talked about what has passed between them, about the kiss, and about what it means yet. Rick would like to say that he doesn't mind, since there's plenty of time for them to do it, but not knowing still leaves him unable to figure out how he is supposed to act. And it's starting to drive him crazy.

That little New Year's gathering had, once again, been AR's idea. The black market dealer had wanted to drag him to yet another crazy party, but this time Rick has been adamant in his refusal. So, they have compromised by choosing to spend New Year's Eve at a small pub they both hang out at from time to time. The place is offering a decent meal and live music, so something pleasant but not too wild.

All in all, the night had gone well, even if SR has ended up wishing he had made his best friend promise to behave. Maybe, that way, the idiot wouldn't have spent the whole meal poking fun at the rest of the presents, Bishop included.

So when midnight approaches and AR decides to go and join the band that's currently playing, Rick doesn't feel guilty in the least for the relief that washes over him. He loves his best friend, he really does, but at times he is just too much.

"I-I'm sorry about him, I-I swear that he isn't always like that," he hurries to tell Bishop the moment they are left alone. "H-He is a bit of an acquired taste, b-but...he's worth it, once you get to know him."

There's much more than he could say on the matter, about the sides that his best friend hides behind his reckless troublemaker facade, but there's no time left for it. Before he can even get started, the crowd around them cheers and start chanting the countdown.

The guard's eyes go wide and he hurries to fill both their glasses, so that they can have their toast. A nervous smile opens on his lips as he forces himself to keep his eyes on his friend as the seconds tick away towards the climax of the night.

The sound of their glasses clinking against each other is swallowed by the yells of the patrons and by the music starting up again. Rick, however, pays no mind to it and, instead, he downs his drink as fast as he can, not to lose the momentum. His tolerance for alcohol is too high for the wine to truly affect his inhibitions, but he is putting his faith in the placebo effect.

His lips part, as if he wanted to say something, but he quickly changes his mind and instead dives down in a rush. It's a miracle that he doesn't end up headbutting poor Bishop instead of kissing him, but somehow he manages to fit their mouths together without any painful accident.

The kiss is quicker than the one they have exchanged on Christmas, a bit more hesitant too, but it also holds a stronger hint of longing. It's not really conveying a statement or a question, but more of a hope.

When he moves away, the guard's face feels hot and the look on his face betrays every bit of the nervousness he is struggling with.

"Uh, s-so, that was...I mean! H-Happy New Year, my friend."

[steriotypicaloutlaw]

RE8 characters saying quotes from my friends, family, coworkers, and I

Sal: "I will piss in your pants little man!"

Karl: "Titty bitch"

Karl: "That is, to date, the most idiotic thing that you have ever said to me and somehow it makes me appreciate your existence even less" (To Miranda or Alcina maybe)

Sal: "Get'cha somma that hood-ass seafood!"

Ethan: "And he had a MAAAASSIIIVE COOOOCK!!!"

Angie: "Whoosh! I stole your left testicle!" (Idk, I can just see her saying this)

Donna: "I'm going to try and photograph the gay one."

Alcina: "That's nice dear, let me know how it feels to fail at that just like everything else you do." (To Karl probably)

Karl: "@/Arbys, Just because you call it your "Arby's Sauce" doesn't mean you're going to get me to eat your cum."

Sal: "JFK is the Zodiac Killer, that's why when he was assassinated the zodiac killings stopped and also why they couldn't catch him."

Sal: "I believe in you, Adam Sandler!!!"

Donna: "Gay marriage is a good thing Brian Mother Miranda."

One of Lady D's Daughters maybe: "Jesus Mom said that I need to barricade the doorway and hang them up for a while until I get everything taken care of."

Ethan: "I'm sorry for your experience with the squirrels around the house" (to Karl)

Idk: "Feral squirrels are still wailing and you can sometimes hear them talking about the center of the universe."

Karl: "Ham and turkey, bacon and eggs, gay marriage, it's all good to me"

Alcina: "Jesus Christ Karl is the fifth one I found was a bitter hoe."

Sal: "How's 'bout them biscuits though?!" (After making food for everyone)

Karl: "Heeeey there friend, you dumb! Haha! No brain in head!" (to Sturm or a soldat probably... maybe Alcina)

Miranda: "What the hell does teabag mean? Why are you laughing? Why won't anyone tell me?"

Ethan: "*sigh* No, most seven-year-olds aren't supposed to have mustaches, Emily Rose.."

Sal: "*laughing hysterically* Fucked the corn!!! *continues laughing*"

Chris: "For the longest time I thought Layers Of Fear was a joke game about Shrek. It was a surprise to learn that it was indeed not about Shrek."

Donna: "I am no longer able to stomach apple juice because I drank like 20 of those little carton ones. In the span of 30 minutes."

Angie: "Up until like 3 years ago I didn't know Al Capone was real. I thought he was just a made-up dude from one episode of Soul Eater. I also didn't realize Billy The Kid was real but yk."

Sturm: "Every time someone rings the doorbell, I scream"

Ethan: "idk u very well but u sound like a yeehaw-cowboy"

Alcina: "*shrugs* Idk, could be gayer..."