#but at work he flips between being annoying and being ??? so flirty and nice LIKE he’s a head fuck i don’t get it

[duskholland]

Enemies to lovers!!! You almost lived that!

i am living in a fic rn

[suashii]

— 𝒸𝑜𝓈𝓂𝑜𝓅𝑜𝓁𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓃 ౨ৎ

miya atsumu x f!reader. 3.1k wc. ﾉ all characters are 21+ ﾉ nsfw ( MDNI! ) ﾉ bartender!atsumu ﾉ college au ﾉ dubcon ( via alcohol consumption ) ﾉ mentions of f!masturbation ﾉ fingering ﾉ cunnilingus ﾉ protected sex ( but mentions of creampie ) ﾉ repost from an old blog!

bartender!atsumu who only picked up the job because he thought the extra cash would be nice—after all, tuition is expensive. and it’s easy—making tips that is. he’s not ashamed to admit that ladies and men alike are naturally drawn to him. all he has to do to ensure that the women who frequent the establishment leave behind a generous amount of cash is send them a couple of flirty winks and tell ‘em how pretty their makeup is. it’s just as easy with his male patrons; nod along and mumble a “yeah man” every now and then and he’s sure to go home with more than he makes in his hourly wage for the night. he never puts too much thought into his behavior or lets his attention linger on any certain person for too long, that is, until you come along.

bartender!atsumu who’s rendered speechless when he turns around to tend to your call. the glass he’s working to dry off nearly slips from his hold before he regains his composure. it’s silly—letting down his guard like that, and so easily, too—but anyone would if they found themselves in his position. even under the dim lights, he can tell that you’re beautiful. there’s a playful sparkle in your eye and he can’t help but hone in on the glossy lip you have pulled between your teeth. he has to remind himself where he is and what he’s meant to be doing. a charming smile quickly finds its way to his face as he slings the cloth over his shoulder and asks what he can get for you.

bartender!atsumu who pulls out all of his best tricks to leave a lasting impression on you. sure, he’ll show off every now and then for other customers, but it’s always mindless—muscle memory. with you on the other side of the counter, he feels the need to make an active effort in his display of flair. spinning and flipping bottles by the neck and tossing ice cubes from one mixer to another warrants cheers from patrons across the bar. throughout all of it, not a single drop of liquid hits the surface between you. when he slides you the product of his labor—the well-crafted cosmopolitan—you clap for the little show he put on just for you. it’s hard to ignore his erratic heartbeat and the way the tips of his ears heat up at your praise. he’s almost disappointed when you don’t stick around at the bar, taking the drink and wandering off to regroup with your friends. he’s almost disappointed because before you part ways, you turn around and smile at him—a smile he knows he’ll never be able to forget.

bartender!atsumu who spends the majority of his shift thinking about how much he wants to hike up that pretty dress of yours—not that it needs to be tugged up significantly higher; it’s already quite short as is. it makes him wonder who you’re trying to look so sexy for. he’s just some employee at the club you frequent but embers of irritation simmer from within at the thought of you dressing up for anyone else but him. he’s able to reel himself back in—escape from the grasp of the green-eyed monster—by finding solace in other thoughts like what kind of panties you have hidden beneath the skimpy fabric. are you wearing any at all? it takes the impatient snapping from an annoyed customer who has been trying to get his attention for atsumu to snap out of it, but his mind always wanders back to you.

bartender!atsumu who quickly learns to look forward to weekends when he knows he’ll be able to see you. it’s a shame that he can only expect you on the most lively days when he’s the busiest, but despite his hectic workload, he still finds time to steal fleeting glances of you dancing with your friends. he’s shocked when he looks up to find you and you’re already staring back at him. did you feel his gaze on you? he thought he was being subtle but you seem to have caught on quickly. and instead of ignoring him, instead of spinning around falling back into the rhythm of the music, you stray from the bunch, pushing past the sea of sweaty bodies until you’re sliding onto the stool right in front of him. you order your usual cosmopolitan and sit back while he prepares it. this time is different from the others, though, because this time, you stay.

bartender!atsumu who uses the dumb party trick he perfected over multiple frat parties to impress you—cherry stem tying. it’s silly and childish but when you ask him if he could, he can’t come up with a valid reason not to show you. and maybe he shouldn’t be using bar inventory for personal affairs—he never has in the past—but you seem to draw out a side of him that he’s unfamiliar with, one where he hangs on your every word. feeling your intent gaze on his lips as he works his tongue to loop the thin stalk around itself is nearly enough to make him lose focus—fumble. when he sticks his tongue out the reveal the tight knot, you let out an exaggerated gasp; almost as if he’d been lying when he told you he could do it easily. he smirks, you know what they say about it; anyone who can is surely a good kisser. nothing could have prepared him for your response; maybe i should test to see if it’s true myself.

bartender!atsumu who thinks that he’s never felt more frustrated in his life than he does at this very moment. and sure, maybe he shouldn’t be openly flirting with patrons while on the clock, but is the world truly cruel enough to cut your interaction short just before he’s able to see if you’re bluffing? it’s unfair to blame the unfortunate turn of events on the world when the real culprit is standing right beside you. he figures it must be one of your friends, though, he can’t be sure considering you’re the only face he can pick out in a crowd. one thing he is 100% sure about is that the girl clinging onto your arm and telling you that she’s ready to go is a major cockblock. he has no right to feel as annoyed as he does when you give in to the woman’s request, pulling out your purse to pay the tab. the feeling doesn’t fade when you lay out the amount you owe and more because he doesn’t want money from you, he wants something else. but, to his surprise, the crisp bills aren’t the only thing you leave for him on the counter; a napkin soaked through with ink scrawling out a sequence of ten numbers and a messy heart accompanies the cash. he looks up to meet your eye and before your friend drags you away, you’re able to disclose your intentions; text me when your shift is over.

bartender!atsumu who thanks his lucky stars that his coworker who was scheduled to take care of closing shows up on time. he’s never been more eager to ditch his waist apron and get from behind the counter. ideally, he’d stop at home to freshen up, to wash off the sticking scent of liquor and sweat. but when he shoots you the message that he’s free for the night and you respond by sending him an address, making a detour to his place is the last thing he wants to do. and he thinks, what’s the point if he’s going to end up needing another shower later anyway? so instead of making a left a the light that would take him home, he follows the directions the gps spouts and turns right.

bartender!atsumu who feels like his heart might just beat out of his chest as he raps his knuckles against your door. he’s not usually so self-conscious before hook-ups but something about you makes him nervous. and not in a negative sense, no, not at all. it’s difficult to describe—what’s different about this time compared to the others, but a nagging thought in the back of his head tells him that he knows exactly what it is. something sets you apart from the others and deep down, he knows that at some point, lust has grown from an inkling of something more.

bartender!atsumu who certainly doesn’t expect to see you in the same dress from earlier when you finally swing the door open. he swallows the lump in his throat to keep from gaping. it’s pathetic, he thinks, being so out of sorts when he’d seen you in that very outfit only a couple of hours ago but the light emanating throughout your living room was much brighter than those in the club—he can see much more now. he can see the way the color of the fabric compliments your skin. he can see that the dress is abundantly tighter than he thought—it hugs the curves of your hips and contours your breasts. he would have ogled your body longer if it wasn’t for your arm on his bicep, ushering him into your apartment. it’s embarrassing how that little touch can cause his blood to rush south and leave his pants feeling uncomfortably tight.

bartender!atsumu who can’t hide how stunned he is at the fact that your lips are touching his. they’re soft, even softer than they look. once he’s over his initial shock, his hands find their way to your waist and he kisses you back. it’s dizzying and he wants to blame it on the lingering taste of vodka and cranberry but he knows that’s not it—you’re intoxicating. the slow pace of the kiss shifts when your tongue runs along his lower lip in a plea for him to let you in. he obeys, parting his lips. your tongue swirls and dances with his, pressing so hard into his mouth that your teeth nearly clash against his. he’s lightheaded and his brain is telling him he needs air but all he thinks he needs right now is you. he has to physically refrain himself from whimpering when you pull away, a string of saliva following you. it breaks when you boost yourself up on the tips of your toes so that your mouth is right beside his ear. the warmth of your breath tickles and he would have flinched if it wasn’t for the single word you whispered: bedroom.

bartender!atsumu who finally, finally gets to do what he’s been thinking about for the past few weeks. your restlessness is palpable as he slowly unzips your dress. he pushes the straps aside and presses a light kiss to each of your shoulders before gripping either side of the dress, tugging it down to reveal your tits. he watches as your nipples pebble at the exposure to the cool air. he’s tempted to roll one between his fingers, to pop one in his mouth, but he doesn’t. he has more pressing matters to attend to. your dress drags lower and lower, displaying more and more skin with each yank. he’s kneeling now, face-to-face with your crotch as he continues to pull the dress down your body. the fabric hits the floor and he almost laughs to himself—you weren’t wearing any panties.

bartender!atsumu who gently nudges you back so that you’re lying comfortably on the bed. he pushes your knees apart so he can get a good look at you. and if you had been wearing panties, you surely would have soaked through them. had you been touching yourself before he arrived? were you so needy that you couldn’t wait for him? or maybe the heated kiss from down the hall was enough to turn you on to the point of nearly dripping. regardless of what had gotten you so wet, he sucks in a breath at the sight. his fingers draw up to spread your glistening lips apart and a thin layer of your essence is left behind on them. everything in him is telling him to stick the fingers in his mouth so he could get a taste but he holds back. if he’s going to taste you, he has to do so properly.

bartender!atsumu who can’t help but moan into your sex when his tongue flattens and runs up the slit, only stopping when he meets the nub of nerves at your apex. he flicks it with his tongue and huffs out a short laugh at the surprised gasp that slips past your lips. your reaction encourages him to continue and he does until he catches sight of your hole clenching around nothing. he’s not quite ready to come up from between your legs but he isn’t so inhumane that he’d leave you hanging. one of his hands abandons its place on your thigh, two fingers collecting your slick before pushing into your gummy walls. 

it’s lewd—the sound that fills the room as his fingers rhythmically pump in and out of you, his mouth latched and sucking on your clit. when you begin to squirm and whimper, a telltale sign of your impending orgasm, his tongue and fingers trade places. he’d much rather feel you come in his mouth. his wet muscle delves into your dripping cunt while his thumb presses circles against the sensitive nub. your legs tighten around his head and your hands frantically tug at his hair as you continue to climb the stairs to your climax. the taut coil in your tummy finally snaps, drawing a shaky gasp from your throat. your back arches as pleasure washes over you, the man between your thighs still languidly lapping at your folds.

bartender!atsumu who pulls himself away from your cunt to reveal the mess of spit and your release left behind on the lower half of his face. you’re still lying on your back when you speak up, telling him you’d like to return the favor. and while the thought of you on your knees, eyes wide and peering up at him as your lips work his cock is one that’s undeniably enticing, the man doesn’t think he can wait any longer. and you don’t explicitly say so, but he’s sure that neither his tongue nor his fingers are enough to satiate you. 

undressing is a blur that comes and goes quickly—his shirt gets tossed somewhere on the floor and his belt doesn’t make it out of the loops before his slacks and boxers are pushed down to and off his feet. his heavy, hard cock slaps against his stomach the moment it’s freed from its confines. the tip is a rosy shade of red and leaking with precum. you must have busied yourself while he was ridding himself of his clothes because when he looks up to ask whether you have protection, you’re already holding a small, shiny foil square out to him. he accepts the condom, carefully tearing open the foil with his teeth. he gives himself a few swift strokes before sheathing his length with the rubber and sending you a look that silently asks for confirmation.

bartender!atsumu who pushes himself past your tight ring of muscles, slowly, inch by inch with a low groan, his hold tensing on your waist the deeper he reaches. you whine at the stretch—he makes you feel so full, stuffed to the brink. his generosity doesn’t go unnoticed—stilling so you can adjust to his size—but you need more and you tell him so by wriggling restlessly. he smiles at your impatience, caressing your sides with his thumbs before withdrawing, only to forcefully drive into you. the moan you let out is near-pornographic and you have no time to recover from the particularly powerful thrust before he’s setting an unrelenting tempo. it’s simultaneously too much and not enough and even though you’re too fucked out to decipher what you’re saying, you’re sure the indecipherable babbles are begs for more. and as much as he’d like to comply, rutting his hips comes as a difficult task when your walls are clenching around him so tightly. 

so, instead, he settles for bringing a thumb down to your swollen clit, pressing harsh circles against the sensitive bud. the extra stimulation sends you over the edge, your eyes rolling back and tremors racking throughout your body as a result of your orgasm. and he almost comes with you, his hips desperately rocking into you as he chases his high. his thrusts are sloppy and rushed, hushed moans accompanying the lewd squelching that echoes throughout the room. it only takes a few more deep plunges before he’s stilling and sucking in a sharp breath, his seed spilling into the condom.

bartender!atsumu who struggles to catch his breath as he pulls his softened cock out of you. it’s a shame, really, seeing his cum pooled in a condom instead of oozing out of you. thoughts of what it would be like to fuck you raw invade his mind. what would it feel to be swallowed by your warmth, to feel your arousal soaking his length? how much better would your uncontrollable spasms feel without the protective barrier between you? would you be able to take it if he decided to fuck his cum back into you until he came again? the image alone is fuel that goes straight to his cock, his erection hardening once more. despite wanting nothing more than to find the answer to all of his questions, he’s content tying up the rubber and disposing of it in the waste bin beside your bed. he isn’t so satisfied at the realization that it’s time for him to leave.

bartender!atsumu who forces himself to bury the giddy feeling that threatens to show on his face when you reach out for him and tell him he can stay. he’s had a long night, you explain; where’s the harm in letting him sleep over? and he knows that that’s probably all you mean by it, but he can’t help but feel as though maybe, just maybe, this is a step in the right direction. maybe that nagging thought from before wasn’t so far off, maybe you want him as much as he wants you.

bartender!atsumu who has no idea that you’ve already saved his number in your phone with every intention of seeing him again.

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[halbravd]

don’t hang up // xavier thorpe.

summary: accepting tyler’s call when you’re spending the night with your (jealous) boyfriend wasn’t a good idea.

content warning: minors do not interact, female bodied reader, possessive and jealous!xavier, oral (f. receiving), overstimulation, slight biting, voyeurism, characters are over 18.

word count: 2k

He knew who this voice belonged to. The same annoying voice that would have his hairs straightening on the flesh of his arms, bringing with it an anger Xavier truly didn’t need in this moment. An other call, really? Wasn’t it the third time this week end? He raises a brow, intently listening to the conversation between the two of you. He quite couldn’t hear what he was saying, but from the look of it — It was something school-related. And honestly, why were you two talking about it when you weren’t even going to the same school anyway — Whatever really, he couldn’t care less. What he cared about, on the other hand, was the honey-like tone of his voice, always so flirty and soft. Enough to piss him off more than necessary.

As soon as you turned your head to the side, you were met by the deadliest glare of his, annoyed expression painted all over his handsome face. Covering the microphone with your right hand, you lean forward, back flush against the headboard. A gentle kiss on his pouty lips, enough for him to stay still, you hope.

‘Come on baby don’t be so angry. This call will be over in a minute,’ you whisper in an attempt to soothe things down. But all you get is a disgusted grunt, along with a roll of his eyes.

Xavier could tolerate Tyler, sometimes. But definitely not when he was so annoyingly clingy with you. Since the first time he saw him prancing around you like a lost puppy, he decided he wouldn’t have the patience to bear with his shit —again—. It’s not like he didn’t trust you — It’s the opposite. Xavier was absolutely blinded by his love for you, letting you do whatever you wanted. Going to parties without him, meeting with your friends and heading to pubs when you had something to celebrate. But he didn’t trust Tyler the slightest. Not one damn bit. There was something about his attitude that made the alarm rang in his head more than once, and he would have none of his bullshit. If he was so blind, he sure wasn’t stupid. And it was pretty clear Tyler wanted more from you than you could ever imagine. More than you wanted to admit.

Closing his book and flipping it over on his bed side table, Xavier stretched his arms up, before getting rid of the blanket covering his legs. In a matter of seconds, he was laying on his stomach, nicely sandwiched between your legs and resting his cheek on your belly. No bad intention in sight, right? Just a hug, with his arms wrapped around your waist and his eyes closed. A well deserved nap, just until you end that stupid call.

But your conversation with him would never end. And he was bored. In an attempt to have your attention back on him, he gently kissed the exposed skin of your stomach, three or four times… But it wouldn’t work. That sure made his blood boil and the gates of hell were nothing compared to the wildfire spreading through his body. All he got was a gentle hand ruffling his messy hair, but other than that… Nothing. Fucking nothing. It has him gritting his teeth, bringing your body closer to his, burying his face in your tummy.

And suddenly, it creeped up his mind — It wouldn’t hurt to do that, right? Just a bite. Because it’s true, you look so pretty like this, with the nightgown he bought just for you yesterday. Nightgown slightly lifted up, exposing your flesh and your panties to the cool air of the room. A gentle bite, just to taste you, and he will leave you alone…

You gasped at the sudden attack, eyes wide and palm of your hand covering your mouth. He could hear a ghost of ‘hey, you good?’ from Tyler, and that’s all it took for him to get all thrilled and excited.

‘Yeah sure… It’s just my roommate’s dog. He’s being mean.’ You mutter, glaring down at him. The grip of your fingers on his hair tightens and your eyebrows frown — A warning that Xavier pretended not to notice, too focused on the little biting mark his teeth left behind. After all, you weren’t even close to be scary. So small and cute you’d just look like a grumpy hamster in your most heated moments.

The innocent look plastered on his face should have been enough for you to realize he was up to mischief. So it wouldn’t have been a surprise for you to feel his slender dingers gently pushing your panties to the side, slow and calculated. Your hand hopelessly trying to push him away would do little to make him change his mind. And not even your silent pleas would do something anyway. It was all about the panic in your eyes, and it was all too delightful to end so soon. Two can play that game, and Xavier wasn’t one to lose. He lifted his head up, index finger pressing against his lips — A way to tell you to keep quiet.

‘Don’t hang up.’ He mouthes, glowing eyes boring into your soul as his fingers spread your legs open. There’s something about that particular look on your face — Something so arousing he feels himself growing hard in a record time. But it’s all too much fun, to watch you struggle to speak, to keep the conversation going like he isn’t in between your legs, eating you out like a starved man.

The tip of his tongue runs down your slit, poking at your entrance only to lick a long stripe back up, mouth latching on your clit. It has your eyes rolling at the back of your head, palm of your hand pressing against his skull to keep him as close to you as possible. And if it isn’t for his kitten licks all over your folds, it’s the way he literally makes out with your pussy that drives you crazy. It’s embarrassingly loud and sloppy, mixture of his spit and your juices smeared all over your cunt and covering it in a glistening sheen of filth — There is no way that guy wouldn’t hear them, the sinful noises it makes, shameless and nasty.

You can barely process what sweet Tyler tells you. All you could do is try not to be loud, muffle your moans and keep your composure — The latter crumbling down each time his tongue flicks your swollen bud. It was simply too bold of you to assume you’d get out of this without a fight. How could you, when he knows you by heart. Where to bite and how to kiss you down there, the right amount of pressure on that spot to have you unravel right before his eyes. He knew you’d mess up one way or an other, and he was living for it.

‘Maybe we should… Go to the library tomorrow and find some—fuck’ the whine that left your mouth, desperate and high pitched, was enough to leave Tyler breathless, silent. He isn’t stupid and knows something is up. So when he stutters a bunch of incoherent words, asking if you’d like him to call you back later, you’re quick to agree. So quick it almost sounds ridiculous.

‘I’ll call you back.’ You breathe, the last attempt to keep yourself collected flying off the window.

It has the most devilish smile rising to his lips, staring up at you as you carelessly drop your phone on the bed. With the goal to make you cum with his tongue only, things are getting absolutely messy on his side. And you, poor thing, can’t do anything but let him, ankles now locked around his head and body arching against the headboard.

‘Fuck Xavier— right there,’ and you don’t have to tell him. He knows. He knows exactly what he’s doing. With your eyes closed and your mouth hanging low, with how messy your breathing grew and how desperate your moans sound, he’s well aware that it won’t take long for you to reach your high.

His tongue has electricity rushing through your veins and goosebumps dancing on your skin, wet muscle collecting your juice to drink it all. After all, he’s been pretty clear about this — He hates wastes. And there is no way he would let it drip down your inner thighs only to land on his sheets. You taste too good for that.

And if you’re having a good time, Xavier is almost as euphoric as you. Groaning at the sweet taste of your pussy, moaning when you pull his hair and suffocate him against your cunt. He could literally cum on the spot, intoxicated by the sounds your throat makes and the way your body is hopelessly trying to get more of him.

With one last lick of his skilled tongue comes salvation, and the blinding pleasure that follows close behind. The knot in your stomach snaps — So hard it has your head spinning and your body tensing. It makes your pussy leak from the generous amount of fluids caused by your orgasm, a strangled moan falling past your lips as you hold on the crumpled sheets for dear life.

There’s a firework in your stomach as he helps you ride your orgasm, his tongue flat against your folds, slipping between them. And when you come back from your high, you gently pushes his head away, shuddering from the excessive touches of his on the most sensitive part of your body.

But he’s greedy. So greedy you’re literally crying in his arms because of how overstimulated your pussy is. Tears rising to your eyes and staining your cheeks, you hopelessly try to squirm away from his iron grip, the hands that keep you in place effortlessly.

‘Xavier, stop— it hurts,’ you sob, teeth sinking in your lower lip to hold these hiccups back. And when he finally lifts his head up, glistening chin and swollen lips, you let out a soft sigh of relief. Sometimes, you forget it’s half and half. One for you, one for him. If you love it when he goes down on you… He loves it even more. It’s his special treat, something he’d never get bored of.

‘That dude is so annoying. He has the nerves to call when I’m spending some good time with you. Hope he got the message.’ He hisses, going back to his previous position like he just didn’t pull the most amazing orgasm out of you. With his cheek against your stomach, his thumbs press gentle circles on the small of your back to soothe you down. Now that your heart doesn’t threaten to break free from its bone jail, you can let your legs fall back on the mattress, arms slowly finding their right place by wrapping themselves around his neck.

‘Come on he isn’t that bad.’ You chuckle. And suddenly, you felt your heart dropping off your chest as your eyes landed on the screen of your phone. The call was still ongoing, and Tyler heard it all, willingly.

From now on, there is no way he wouldn’t get that you are Xavier’s property, and that he wouldn’t let him have you. Not in this life, not in any other.

cr: 2022 halbravd

[the-californicationist]

The Advent Calendar

Ghoap TW: anal sex --- MDNI/18+ NO EXCEPTIONS AO3 Link I don't write Ghoap, but this was a request from a friend, so please don't be mean to me.

Summary:

Soap gave Ghost an advent calendar this year. Every day was a new surprise - socks, hard cheese, the usual. Everything was normal until Christmas Eve rolled around and Ghost opened the last box to find it empty. He calls up the muppet to chastise him for his mistake, only to hear the phone ringing outside of his door. 

Day one had been a sensible pair of socks, day two was a simple pocket knife, and day three had been a flint striker — all very practical and well-intentioned. Ghost had been chuffed to even receive such a gift from Soap, and every day he pulled another token from his advent calendar, he felt a little closer to his favorite sergeant. But, there was a small, minor, not-worth-mentioning dilemma: Ghost was falling in love with him. 

Johnny’s flirtations had started off so unassuming, so bland, even, that it had been relatively easy for the Lieutenant to maintain a low profile with his crush. When he first met the sergeant, he’d been more annoyed than anything, thinking he would have to train the loud-mouthed Scot in the field. But, Johnny had proven himself ten-fold. His demolition expertise was top-notch, and he was as brave as a soldier could be.

Then, they had been trapped together in a Russian bunker for a night, and Ghost had seen… all of him. He was beautiful. His wide chest, the broad expanse of his strong back, those thick thighs leading up to his ass. Fuck, it was all so delicious. Ghost wanted to bury his face between those legs for days and days and days. But, he was the man’s superior officer, so he tried to restrain himself. 

However, Johnny was dangerously flirty. He’d started to tease Ghost about his mask, sneaking a thick finger under the edge of the fabric, touching his cheek through the cloth. Johnny would even start undressing in front of him now, claiming that he’d seen it all already, and there was no harm done. He would bend over just enough for Ghost to see the flushed outline of his hole. The lieutenant had even caught Johnny staring at his cock in the showers, looking like he was starving for it. 

Johnny’s advent calendar had started the same way… misleadingly safe until it wasn’t. A knife is nice, but it was no rose bouquet, so it was easy for Ghost to shrug it off. However, day thirteen had been… naughty. 

“What the fuck is this, Sergeant?” Ghost asked. 

He’d brought the gift into the locker room on base and held the thick, silicone ring between his fingers, peering one masked eye through the hole. 

Johnny had turned beet red, glancing over his shoulder,

“Christ, mate! It’s a wee cockring. Dinnae go flashin’ tha’ around.”

After that, Ghost had been a little more careful opening the gifts. However, he’d been using the cockring regularly, and now he craved it; jacking off without it seemed… bland somehow. It was a great gift for him, and one he never would have tried on his own. 

Day fourteen had helped provide some inspiration, though, as it was a very artistic nude Polaroid of Soap in nothing but a pair of reindeer antlers. 

Day seventeen was the last, and largest, of three anal plugs. Day twenty was a tingling bottle of lube, and day twenty-three was a smartphone-controlled dildo. 

Now, on the last day, when Ghost opened his twenty-fourth gift, he was shaking a bit. Johnny’s advent calendar had worked him up to a froth, and it was clear that Johnny was making sure Ghost knew how he felt about him. The prospect of being with Soap in any real sense was pushing Ghost beyond the pale.

There was a sudden and deadly disappointment, however, when twenty-four turned up… empty. 

Ghost dug through the other boxes, making sure he didn’t miss it in the pile. He checked the truck, and he even went out to the mailbox. He couldn’t understand why there would be a 24th box with nothing inside of it. He flipped through his contacts until he landed on Soap’s name.

The phone rang, and Simon thought he could hear it out in the hall of his apartment.

It rang again, and sure enough, it was ringing just outside of his door. 

“What the fuck?” Simon grumbled, yanking open the door. 

Johnny was standing there in a slutty Santa costume, complete with hat and suspenders. He had his phone in his hand, looking like he was ready to pick it up until Simon surprised him. 

“Hey, LT. Lookin’ for number twenty-four?”

Johnny turned to the side so Simon could see the glittery gold number 24 painted on the ass of his tiny Santa shorts.

“Thought you didn’t know how to count,” Simon quipped. 

Johnny rolled his eyes and pushed his way into the apartment, shutting the door behind him.

“It’s me. I’m twenty-four.”

Ghost’s heart skipped a beat. The look on Johnny’s face was deadly earnest, and he could tell that his pupils were blown wide with desire. Simon stepped closer to him, running a long finger under his fabric suspenders, the only thing holding the shorts on his body. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and so every time Ghost rubbed the strap, the backs of his knuckles would graze across Soap’s soft nipple, making it peak for him. 

Johnny swallowed hard, staring up at his lieutenant,

“Aren’t you gonna unwrap your present, sir?”

Simon pulled down the suspender straps, and that was all it took. Soap was fully nude in his foyer except for a bright red Santa hat, smiling up at him. All the air had rushed out of the room, and all that was left was Johnny. Ghost put his hand back at Johnny’s nipple, teasing him gently, stepping forward into his space. 

Johnny blushed a beautiful shade of pink and closed his eyes to heighten the feeling, 

“Fuck, LT. Been wantin’ you for so fuckin’ long.”

“Been wanting you, too, Sergeant. Had me worked up to a bloody fuckin’ fever with these gifts of yours. Tryin’ to kill me?”

“Didnae expect you to hold back for so long, Si. Thought we’d get to the middle somewhere before you jumped me,” Johnny smirked, knowing he had gotten under his lieutenant’s skin. 

“Shouldn’t be doin’ this. I’m your lieutenant. It’s not right,” Ghost’s tone was serious and a little sad, but he rubbed his warm palms across Johnny’s chest as adoringly as a lover would, so Soap knew he was still on board. 

“Dinnae care, sir. I want you, and I’ll do anythin’ to get you.”

Ghost pressed his face into Soap’s pouty lips, kissing him deeply, forcing his tongue into his mouth. His jaw worked on him hungrily, and every kiss brought with it a tingling sensation, warm and bright, that filled Simon’s body with excitement. He felt his blood rush to be put to use, filling his cock and making him hard. 

Before Simon even knew what he was doing, Soap’s cock was in his hands, being rubbed and massaged to full length, swollen and ready for work. Then, tired of waiting, he bent to lift Johnny under his luscious thighs, and carried him to the bedroom, kicking in the door with a loud bang. 

“Christ, Johnny. Don’t you know what you’ve been doing to me?”

“I can feel what I’m doin’ to you, LT,” Johnny was kissing his neck and grinding his hips against Simon’s hard length. It was fighting to get through his gray sweatpants, his cockhead threatening to pop over the waistband. On every thrust up and down, Ghost felt the warmth of Johnny’s fat dick as it rolled over his belly, drooling wet on his skin. 

“Johnny…” Simon pleaded, laying his sergeant down on the bed while he stood at the edge of the mattress, thrusting above him, palming himself through the fabric to relieve some of his tension. Johnny looked well-fucked already, and Ghost was just getting started. He was rubbing his hands all over his own body in the bed, like a cat preening himself, dragging his fingers through the fur on his chest and abdomen, curling them around the thick hair at the base of his cock. 

“Give it to me, Si. Don’t make me wait.”

Simon obeyed. He found the cockring and the lube in his nightstand and looped it over Johnny’s cock and balls, listening to him moan as he felt the pressure. Then, he dropped to his knees, eager to taste his lover’s pretty hole. 

As Ghost’s tongue found his core, Johnny grunted with hot pleasure,

“Fuck, don’t.. sir, please…”

Ghost stopped, looking up at him while he played with the sergeant’s throbbing head, 

“You want me to stop, Johnny?”

Soap chuckled softly, 

“Just dinnae wanna come too soon, sir.”

“So, come. I’m not stopping at one, Johnny. You’re going to count them for me, all fuckin’ night. There’s a long time until I’m finished with you, mate.”

“Oh, fuck!” Johnny ran his hand down his face in anxious joy, fretting over his roiling pleasure. 

Ghost returned to his task, fucking Johnny with his long, wriggling tongue, trying to fit it deeper and deeper into his hole, feeling his muscles shake and tremble from the anticipation. Then, when he was satisfied with the delightful keening noises coming from the Scot, he added a finger to his efforts, listening as Soap’s moaning changed pitch. 

“You like that, Johnny?”

“Yeah, Si. I do… holy fuck.”

“Gonna let me taste your come, hm, pretty boy?”

“Yessss…” Soap’s face was wrenched shut, his eyes and mouth locked in a frozen state of wonderful agony, like a band ready to snap. 

Ghost added another finger and began to pound his hand against Johnny’s body, forcing him to feel the stretch and the intruding pressure on his prostate gland, reaching high to find it. He curled his finger, making Johnny cry out, With his free hand, Ghost began to jack him off, focusing on his rosy head, turning his wrist in teasing circles to draw out his pleasure. 

“Fuck! I’m – oh, fuck.”

“That’s it, Johnny. Come for me. C’mon, love.”

“I’m –” Johnny stared up at Simon, his blue eyes wide in disbelief, and his come painted his belly with a beautiful splatter, shooting out of Simon’s hand and soaking his skin. 

When he was finished, Ghost began to lick his come off of his hand, and then he turned his attention to Johnny. He sucked it off of his cock, cleaning him from his recent elation. But, as he moved to lick it from his abdomen, Soap stopped him,

“Sir, you dinnae need to…”

Ghost grabbed Johnny’s hips with a renewed fury, and he glared at him as he replied,

“You can’t stop me, Sergeant. Now, be a good boy and give me another.”

Simon pulled his dick out of his sweatpants and rubbed it down with the lube, using some on Soap’s hole as well, and fed himself inside. His crown popped into Johnny’s flushed body, and the man made a whole new symphony of sounds for Ghost to enjoy. 

Ghost finished licking him clean while he thrust into him, feeding some to Johnny on his hand as well, kissing him through it, tasting him inside of himself. 

Each thrust was like a dream. It was as if Johnny's warm, pulsing asshole was made for his cock, and Simon felt like he was on the edge of coming himself. While he was fucking his aching cock into Soap, Ghost returned to jacking him off, giving him the best of both worlds, and edging him within an inch of his life. 

“You enjoying your gift, sir?” Johnny smirked up at Simon as he asked the question, cock-drunk and overwhelmed by the pleasure.

Simon smiled back, kissing him softly as he slammed himself deep into his tight little present, 

“Aye. But, I'm puttin' you on the naughty list this year.”

[ptergwen]

play the game

w/c: 2.2k

summary: an interview question catches you off guard

a/n: this is kinda random but i wanted to write something just fun n cute with actress!reader so this is what we got enjoy everyoneee

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“ooh, these are always fun,” tom murmurs to you. he pushes a bucket of questions to the middle of the table. you turn it towards yourself with a furrowed eyebrow.

you’re at buzzfeed promoting the next spider-man. it’s just you and tom for this one. zendaya and jacob are doing their own interview in the room next to yours. you’re usually paired with the two of them, but tom joins your group sometimes. you find yourself much more intimidated by him than the camera whenever he does. not because he scares you. you’ve actually become close friends over filming.

it’s because you never know what he’s going to say. tom is a flirty guy by nature, and he’ll play it up even more if he has an audience. he loves to give them a good laugh. spark a few rumors maybe, only to get people talking about the movie. the idea itself isn’t half bad. the effect it has on you is what you worry about.

you’ve had a pretty big crush on him that started the same time your friendship did. in your defense, how could you get to know him and not fall? he’s one of the most genuine people on earth, he calls you cute british pet names, he makes you laugh on set during a stressful take. he’s just so charming. he charmed you, after all.

so much as a wink at you and your cheeks would be burning. the last thing you need is for the whole world to see that. it’s bad enough he would, too. you’re hoping he keeps the playfulness at minimum for your interview. with you being the only person he has to bounce off of this time, you’re not sure he will.

“i feel like the fans always ask better questions than interviewers,” tom jokes and takes a slip of paper out of the bucket. he reads it to himself with a snort. “what does it say?” you peek over his shoulder. he folds it again before you can see. a smirk pulls at his lips. “you’ll find out.” “you’re not even supposed to look at them yet,” you huff, reaching to grab the paper. tom drops it back into the bucket.

looking off to the side, he breathes a laugh out of his nose. he’s so annoying about keeping secrets. you push at his shoulder with a smug smile. “can you ever just, like, behave?” “around you? no, i can’t,” tom teases, the hint of a smirk still on his face. this is exactly what you were dreading. what’s worse is you haven’t even started the interview. thank god the cameraman gets your attention.

“all ready. you two start whenever you want.” he gives you a thumbs up from behind the camera. tom scoots closer to you in his chair. his knee is touching yours. it’s such a childish thing to care about, but your heart speeds up. “thanks, man. i think we’re good.” he glances at you to make sure. “yeah?” “yeah, we can start.” your voice is higher than usual, which only happens when you’re nervous. you clear your throat.

the little light on the camera turns red. that means you’re recording. tom beams into it, sounding cheery as ever when he introduces himself. “hey everyone, i’m tom holland.” he holds out a hand to present you. you can’t help but smile at his antics. “i’m y/n y/l/n. we’re gonna be answering some questions you guys sent in.”

“there are a few prompts in here, too,” tom adds, eyes meeting yours for a second. “we have to act them out. let’s get into it.” you raise your eyebrows at the camera. spinning the bucket in his hands, he holds it out to you. “ladies first.” “when he has manners,” you deadpan, getting a giggle out of tom. his stupid adorable laugh that gives you butterflies. holding back a smile, you pull out a paper slip.

“tell us about gwen stacy and peter’s relationship in the movie,” you read off and push the paper to the other end of the table. “i mean, it’s not a relationship. it’s a new friendship,” you explain. tom nods in agreement. “yeah. peter is still after mj in this film.” squinting into the camera, you try to think of a description that won’t spoil you being spider-gwen.

tom digs into the bucket for the next question, but keeps his eyes on you. you hold up a finger when you get it. “my gwen is with spider-man more than peter. that’s all i’m gonna say.” “nice. very smooth,” he teases and unfolds the paper. “how hard was it to do all your stunts?” you shoot him a knowing look. there were a few the two of you had to do together.

they weren’t anything major because you’re not trained like tom is. a lot of the time, you only watched him do insane flips and leaps before simply entering the scene. he’d come back to your trailer after and complain about how sore he was while laying his head on your shoulder or some other part of your body. stunt days were exhausting.

“you know, i’ll be honest. they were awful.” tom shakes his head with wide eyes. you let out a quiet laugh. “not because they were bad or anything. the stunts look amazing. but, they really hurt.” he tosses the piece of paper at the one you just answered to create a pile. “the amount of ice you had to put on your body,” you giggle to him, tom joining in your laughter. he sighs. “i raided the freezer in your trailer every day.”

grinning at the memories, you reach into the bucket for your next question. you’re still smiling when you read it. “this one’s a prompt. it says to do an impression of each other.” tom eagerly sits up in his chair. his leg brushes yours again in the process. you catch your lip between your teeth. “easy. i’ll go first.” he hasn’t started, but you roll your eyes.

“we’ll all be watching a movie and she’s like,” he switches to his american girl accent before continuing. “isn’t that guy so hot? he’s literally so hot, guys. how do you not see it?” your mouth dropped open, you bump his knee under the table. “oh my god, what?” “and it’s always the most basic looking person, too,” he goes on, pressing his lips together in shame for you. you make the same face.

“someone sounds a little jealous.” “it’s not me,” tom scoffs, still playfully making fun of you. you narrow your eyes at him. “ok, my turn.” he’s biting back a smile while you get yourself ready. “ello, love,” you start in an exaggerated british accent. he closes his eyes in defeat. “i love golf. i’m like an old man, innit? i fu-“ you put a hand over your mouth in the same way he does. “i forgot i can’t swear.” tom claps slowly for you.

“bravo, y/n. you didn’t miss a thing, love.” he emphasizes the last word. there goes one of his infamous pet names. he’s just repeating what you said, but it still makes your heart clench. your favorite is when he calls you darling. it sounds so perfect falling from his lips. that being said, you wouldn’t have been able to control your reaction if he called you it right now.

you shrug your shoulder and give him a cheesy grin. “i know i didn’t.” “right, next question.” tom grabs the bucket back from you with a pretend glare. he gasps before reading it out loud. “who’s your favorite cast mate? that’s wicked!” you move your head forward dramatically. “that’s not fair!”

tom drums his fingers on the table. “jeez, you guys are ruthless. i’ll say y/n because she’s right next to me.” you don’t miss a beat. “um, i’m saying zendaya.” you nod at the camera, tom pouting. “love you, z.” “i should change my answer to jacob, then,” he mutters childishly. exhaling, you pull out the next question. there are only two left after this.

“or maybe marisa,” tom keeps throwing names out. “are you done yet?” you ask like you’re his mom. he is acting like a kid, to be fair. “no.” “will you be done if i say you’re my favorite?” he perks up. “yes.” looking him in the eyes, you put your free hand on his arm. “tom, you’re my favorite cast mate.” “thank you.” his sarcastic tone matches yours. he tilts your chin up with the tips of his fingers. “my love.”

you’re quick to turn your head before you let yourself lean into his touch. you’d never recover. for one thing, you’ll think about it too much. another, it would give tom something to tease you about.

pretending to be disgusted, you unfold the paper. your expression relaxes when you look over the question. it’s kind of sweet. “what was your favorite scene to film together?” “all of them,” tom answers right away. “that’s a cheat answer,” you laugh out. he shrugs and looks down at the question. “i’m being serious. i really loved working with you.” his eyes meet yours. “every second of it.”

he’s being genuine. it’s probably to make up for tormenting you this entire interview. all you know is, the fans will definitely start talking. you find it nice either way. “aw, tom,” you coo, him nodding his head. “what was yours?” you’ve never thought about it. you shared so many special memories while making the movie. but, there is one that sticks out to you.

“our last scene. it was a really, like, emotional day because we were wrapping.” tom already knows what you’re going to say next. his lips curl into a smile. “i cried before we started shooting it, so he kept hugging me and said i’d ruin my makeup.” you rest your head on his shoulder for a few seconds, returning the smile. his arm slings around your waist.

“yeah, i felt so bad. your crying face just breaks my heart,” tom tells you with a head shake. you lift yourself off of him and wiggle your eyebrows. “that’s what every actor wants to hear.” “you’re ridiculous. do the last question.” he taps the bucket twice. he’s still holding your waist. “isn’t it your turn?” “it’s the one i read earlier. you read it now.” eyebrows knitted together, you pick out the slip. it’s a prompt.

this has to be a joke. no one in their right mind would have you do this on camera. what kind of interview would this be? blinking a few times, you hold it closer to your face. “it... it says to kiss each other.” you crumple the piece of paper up, face still scrunched in confusion. buzzfeed probably decided to mess with you two. “are we actually supposed to?”

“yep. a fan sent it in,” the cameraman interjects. you look at tom in a panic. he was all smiley about this earlier. now, he’s taking it seriously. “why would we...” you’re too flustered to finish your sentence. tom squeezes your waist. “it’s what the people want. i want it, too.” you can feel your stomach drop. “would’ve said something if i didn’t. do you?”

of course you do. for the past year or so, you’ve been craving to taste that mint chapstick he’s constantly applying. you can’t believe it’s finally going to happen in front of millions of people. technically eight people right now, but the whole world eventually. you’re afraid he’s only going through with it for the movie promotion. for a good thumbnail.

“are you only doing this for promo?” you whisper so the camera doesn’t pick it up. you need his real answer. “never. the promo just gives me an excuse.” his eyes dart from yours to your lips. he inches his face closer. you gulp. “can i kiss you?” he asks lowly. “mhm,” you hum, eyes fluttering shut.

his lips brush yours before he closes his eyes. he kisses you softly, his other arm wrapping around you. your hands go to his shoulders when you kiss back. it’s everything you’ve been needing, been dreaming of for so long now. he tastes even better than you expected. tom breaks the kiss first. a grin instantly spreads across his face. “we’ll continue this later,” he says only to you.

your lips and whole body feel tingly. you give him a goofy smile in return, looking at the camera over your shoulder. “thanks to whoever sent that one in. thank you so much.” you laugh in disbelief. tom turns and faces forward. “i think this is a good place to wrap things up,” he chuckles. “thanks for watching! we hope you enjoyed!” you wave. tom points at the camera. “see us again in theaters next week, if you did.”

the camera clicks off, and everyone else in the room starts chatting. you can’t imagine the headlines that are going to come out about you two. at the same time, you don’t care. you’re too happy. you move your arms up to wind around his neck. tom sighs in content. “i like you, too. in case you couldn’t tell.” he never stops finding ways to shock you. “how did you know i like you?” you groan.

“from one actor to another, you’re not good at hiding it.”

[bugsbunnybisexual]

Only fools fall for you, only fools.

Only fools do what I do, only fools fall.

Random Baffy thoughts

Hi motherfuckers,

I have no idea what's gotten over me today but I cannot, for the life of me, stop thinking about Baffy. So much so that I made this blog on a valuable Friday that I should be using for productivity. Holy shit.

Keep reading if you wanna hear my spiels.

First, some easy-to-digest headcanons:

Bugs is 26, Daffy is 28

Bugs is bisexual biromantic, Daffy is demisexual biromantic

Bugs is Egogender, Daffy is Nonbinary and will describe his gender as "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Bugs Black, Daffy Black-Desi, specifically Bangladeshi

Daffy knows some broken-ass Bengali

Fools by Troye Sivan is a song that Bugs will sometime listen to and contemplate his romantic choices. LMAO but he will never tell Daffy that-

Bugs listens to a lot of Hip-Hop and old-school Rock. Daffy likes classic music because he thinks it makes him smarter. And older Desi music, like old movie ballads

Bugs has OCD. He's experienced depression before but it doesn't really flare up anymore

Daffy has OCD too. Don't @ me, all my faves get OCD okay? Along with that he has generalized anxiety disorder

Bugs likes reading about History & Physics

I like to think they have a sun/moon thing going on with Bugs being the sun and Daffy being the moon. All my ships have this dynamic, I know.

IDK there's more I can't remember right now...

Bugs' Flags:

Daffy's Flags:

Now, my basic idea for them...

If you notice in TLTS, Bugs doesn't HAVE to let Daffy stay with him, but he does. Though Daffy is basically a freeloader, Bugs never complains. To me, I definitely see this as Bugs being interested in Daffy in a more intimate way than one might think. Bugs has the ability to be roommates/housemates with other people who may have a job or whatever but Bugs doesn't particularly care. Moreover, Bugs is shown to be annoyed of others easily while being very patient with Daffy. You see what I'm talking about?

Meanwhile on the other side, yeah I know TLTS is comedy and everything - but - if we suspend the comedy for a second, I would like to imagine that Daffy actually has issues. Now, this has been supported by official/canon media before. Particularly in Back in Action. Daffy is shown in that show acknowledging that he feels people like Bugs a lot, but don't like him.

So, if we suspend the comedy for just a second, and talk about Daffy's issue, for some goddamn reason I LOVE and absolutely LOVE the idea that Daffy has difficulty understanding why Bugs loves him. And he questions it a lot. And gets upset over it. And Bugs can't really explain it, either, other than just saying "I like you for who you are. You may be a pain in the ass sometimes but that doesn't change the fact that I enjoy your company, I enjoy you."

I also like to imagine that their relationship is nowhere near perfect, sort of similarly to TLTS's approach to Bugs & Lola, where they are somewhat aware of the fact that they're a couple but continue to have miscommunications & difficulty. Except with Bugs & Daffy it's a lot louder, with a lot more accusations, but they make up in the end, because they have a mutual understanding that isn't obvious at first sight, but the more you see them interact, the more you realize they understand each other a lot better than it seems on the outside.

And then comes the lovey-dovey stuff.

Oh the lovey-dovey stuff.

I'll be putting them under a read more, it gets intimate.

So, Bugs is clever. He doesn't really exercise his flirting skills with Lola in TLTS, partially because Lola is more interested in him than he is in her. But in the classic Looney Tunes you can see how good he is with flirting with people of all genders and how easily he catches people off-guard with witty flirting. So, I'd like to imagine that doesn't change with TLTS Bugs, either. He just uses this type of flirting on very specific people. And Daffy is definitely, definitely one of them.

Daffy has a big but fragile ego. It's easy to trip him up with the right words & actions. And as I said, Bugs is smart, he knows Daffy very well. He knows exactly what to say to get to Daffy, and he loves using this as an advantage, especially when there's a fight between them.

There is a LOT of Bugs just using Daffy's words right back at him in a flirty way. Lots of shutting Daffy up with a kiss, lots of intimidating leans from Bugs, and a lot of flustered Daffy who doesn't actually know what to do with real affection and love because he barely knows what that is.

Daffy stuttering, having difficulty making eye-contact, being unable to believe what's happening, blushing, and just falling deeper in love every time Bugs flirts with him. And don't get me wrong, Daffy LOVES it, but he doesn't know how to react or just...how to compute. He short-circuits.

And Bugs enjoys that a lot. He loves seeing Daffy all flustered, confused, seeing his ego disappear and only his vulnerable and emotional self being visible, seeing Daffy being unable to stand on his feet flippers because of how nervous he is, refusing to look Bugs in the eyes until Bugs connects their foreheads...it gets Bugs just as flustered as Daffy is. He's just a lot better at controlling his emotions and not wearing his heart on his sleeves during intimate moments.

CW // Suggestive or NSFW

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And of course, this dynamic continues onto bed, as well. Bugs loves showring Daffy with compliments as they fuck, only for Daffy to be completely flustered and unable to compose himself throughout the whole thing. Sometimes, if Daffy has the energy, he will grab Bugs, kiss him and tell him to shut the hell up. Which will usually lead to Bugs giggling and throwing a "fine, sure, we'll play it your way" and finally letting Daffy take the occasional lead.

Their physical intimacy will involve nibbling and hickeys from Bugs' side, tiny little bites hidden all over Daffy's body under his fur. And Bugs thinks Daffy gives the best head. Daffy's beak is sensitive and squishy, and easy to tickle.

NSFW over //

Some random intimate stuff:

Daffy really likes PDA but has difficulty expressing that he'd like to do things like holding hands in public. Luckily, Bugs understands and makes his moves bravely.

As they get older, Daffy humbles up and gets a lot better with his emotions and starts being a helpful househusband - cooking, cleaning, helping with chores and just making their home a nice environment. Bugs really appreciates this. Daffy understands later that he just doesn't like the corporate world, which is why he never liked working jobs.

The wedding is huge because Daffy wants it huge and Bugs actually exercises his popularity and riches for their wedding day. Daffy is genuinely so happy that Bugs feels greatly satisfied about his decisions by the end of the wedding. Also Bugs wears that one tux with a skirt wedding outfit. You know the one. Daffy can't decide between a tux and a wedding dress and flips a coin which lands on wedding dress, LMAO. It's his mom's old dress. Yes it is a Sari, if you thought it was a western wedding gown then the L is on you.

They play a lot of Troye Sivan, BTS, Pink Sweat$ & Kehlani on their wedding. Why? Because I said so, that's why.

...and that's about it!

Yeesh!

GO WATCH THE LOONEYTUNES SHOW. IT'S GAY, I PROMISE YOU.

[fandom-imagines-stories]

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

Gif credit @rainbow-motors

Dean Winchester x Reader 

Words: 1518

Summary: Alone on a hunt for the holidays, 19-year-old Dean calls up his childhood friend. 

Notes: I’ve been obsessed with Young Jensen content and I found this gif (Thanks to the creator!) and I really wanted to write something for a younger Dean. Call me lazy, but I didn’t want to include the hunt itself in this one. I thought writing the moments before and after would be cute, so enjoy! (Bit of a mess, but I hope you like it)

Want more Supernatural? Find it HERE

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“Hey Sammy, it’s me,” Dean started the voicemail grimly. It was the third one he’d left for his younger brother, “I know you’re not happy with me and that’s why you won’t take my calls, but dammit man, I’ll be back as soon as I can. It’s just another hunt Sam. I’ll be back before you can say Hanukkah.” He thought for a moment before finishing. “Merry Christmas, Sammy.” 

He ended the message and tossed his phone on the motel bed with a huff. He knew Sam was pissed about him going on a hunt alone, especially over Christmas, but he didn’t think the silent treatment was going to last this long. Dad gave him an order and he wasn’t going to let him down. 

Dean sat down in front of a pile of books and sighed. He hated the research parts of hunts. He just wanted to kill the son-of-a-bitch. Unfortunately, he wasn’t totally sure what this particular son-of-a-bitch was. Over the course of seven years, 15 kids have gone missing right around Christmas time. No notes, no bodies, nothing. If his dad had any theories, he certainly hadn’t shared them. So research time it was. 

About three hours and two illegally obtained beers later, he had a couple of theories ready. It didn’t seem like a spirit or vampires, and without heartless bodies, it wasn’t a werewolf. Since the disappearances always happened around the holidays, he figured that the creature might have Pagan roots. Either that, or it could be a Grinch of a witch somewhere. Whatever it was, it was sure putting a dent in his holiday. 

Maybe that’s why he dialed the number. Sure, his dad told him he needed to do this on his own, but if it really was some Pagan entity, he wasn’t really sure he could take it on by himself- not that he would ever tell his father that. As far as his dad was concerned, Dean could handle anything that the dark world threw at him. But right now, looking at the Christmas lights through the frosty motel window, he wanted a friend. 

“Jack Frost, can’t say I was expecting a call from you.” Your amused voice made Dean smile. You had the phone wedged between your shoulder and your ear as you painted your toenails Christmas Tree green. Just because you were a badass hunter didn’t mean you couldn’t be festive. 

“Hey Y/N,” Dean chuckled, pushing away from the book covered table and cracking open another beer, “how’ve things been on your side of the Midwest?” 

“Oh, you know, vengeful spirit here, vampire there, nothing too exciting.” You twisted the top back on the polish and hopped off the bathroom counter, being careful when you walked so you didn’t get any polish on the carpet. “Mom’s been off with the twins, trying to give them a little bit of a normal Christmas up in Oregon.” 

“Why aren’t you with them?” Dean wondered. Your family wasn’t like his family. You and your mom somehow made it work. You weren’t usually separated, at least not for long. 

“I had a hunch that someone else was going to be needing me this year.” Dean let out a long, frustrated groan.

“Sam called you, didn’t he?” 

“Sammy boy was worried that you’d have a lonely Christmas so he asked me to hang around in case you needed some help.” You shrugged.

“Hang around? What do you mean hang around?” 

“Come to room 114 and find out Dean-o.” With a smirk, you hung up and waited at the foot of your bed, flipping through channels on the television. You settled on a channel that was playing The Year Without a Santa Claus. 

When you heard the knock on the door you walked on your heels to open it. Dean gave you an annoyed glare, but you could tell he was happy to see you. He barreled passed you, nearly knocking you off balance. 

“Watch the feet!” You whined, pointing at your newly painted toes. Dean rolled his eyes. 

“You painted your toenails?” He scoffed. “What are you? 13?” 

“Don’t be a Scrooge, they look nice.” You had long been able to handle Dean’s snarkiness. 

Your mother had run into John Winchester back in 1990 on a spirit case. Dean was 11, you were 10 and Sam and the twins were about 7. While your parents took down the ghost, you and Dean had to babysit. While he was obnoxious at first, the two of you got along pretty well. You bonded over being the oldest siblings, constantly having to look out for your kid brothers, worrying whether or not your parents would come home, remembering the parent that you’d lost, for Dean, it was his mother to a demon, for you it was your dad to a werewolf. 

After that, John and your mom would sometimes meet up if only to have you and Dean look after the younger kids. You even ended up going to the same high school for a while. Dean was probably the closest thing you had in your monster-hunting world to a best friend. And you, not that he would ever say it, were the closest thing he’d ever had to a crush. 

“I think I may have a lead on what we’re looking for here.” You informed, tossing him your journal. Astonished, Dean scanned the page. 

“How did you-”

“I’ve been researching gods in my free time.” 

“You are such a nerd.” Dean scoffed, taking a closer look at something you wrote. 

“Yeah well this nerd has saved your ass more than a fair share so shut it, Winchester.” You smirked, snatching back your journal. “Based on the case files of the missing kids, I have an idea of who we might be dealing with. Gryla is from Icelandic folklore and she, uh, eats naughty children.” 

“And here I complained about the coal.” Dean grimaced. 

“If we don’t figure out where she is, these kids become Christmas dinner.” While you dove into more research, Dean looked over your shoulder at the TV. 

“Are those puppets?” 

You scrambled to turn off the TV, but Dean stole the remote. 

“It’s a Christmas classic.” You reasoned, feeling yourself turn red. “I watched it with the twins all the time when we were kids.” 

“I think it’s adorable.” He leaned ever so closer to you without realizing it. Like a magnet pulling you together, you found yourself inching closer and closer until-

“Are we going to hunt this thing or not?” You suddenly exclaimed, backing away quickly. He was just kidding around. Dean was always pretty flirty. It was just part of your friendship. He didn’t feel that way about you- the way you felt about him. 

-

You burst through your motel room door, half carrying Dean in with you. In a panicked rush, you sat him down on the bed and scrambled to find your first aid kit. 

“At least we beat the damn thing, right?” Dean smirked before wincing at the pain. His wound wasn’t life threatening, but it sure hurt like a bitch. 

“This is going to hurt.” You warned, turning on the radio to drown out any pained sounds that Dean made. As you cleaned the wound, his eyes were locked on you. You tried not to notice. It was the pain that was making him look at you like that. You covered the wound with a bandage and put a fair distance between the two of you. You hoped he couldn’t see how much you were shaking. 

“Everything okay?” Dean asked. 

“Yeah, yeah everything’s fine, Dean.” You lied, laughing nervously. “I just got kinda freaked out when I saw her attack you.” 

“You sure that’s all that’s bothering you?”

“I thought you were going to die, Dean, I think that’s a sufficient reason to be a little jittery.” Dean got up from his place on the bed and walked towards you. 

“We’ve known each other for how long, Y/N? I can tell when you’re not telling me the whole story.” 

You ignored him, electing to listen to the Christmas music coming from the radio instead. It was one of your favorites. You mouthed the words to yourself. 

“Through the years, we all will be together. If the fates allow.” 

“Fate hasn’t exactly been our friend.” You scoffed. 

“Huh?”

“The song. It says ‘if the fates allow’. Fate doesn’t seem to like us this year.” 

“I don’t believe in all that.” Dean said, shaking his head. “And if I did, it looks like ‘fate’ has had it out for me for the past fifteen years.” 

“Fair enough.” You crossed your arms over your chest, watching snow start to fall outside the window. Neither of you said anything. You both just watched the white flecks tumble down to the earth. You turned around and found him standing right behind you. It didn’t startle you. It felt like he was meant to be close to you. You breathed in slowly before whispering. “Merry Christmas Dean.” 

“Merry Christmas.” 

You didn’t need any mistletoe for what came next. 

[jujutsubabe]

Consequential choices

Synopsis: You and Itadori play a dating sim!

Word count: 1.7k

A/n: I love Itadori ❤️ that is all. Thank you.

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“Nice try. I won’t let a creep like you get the chance!” A girl on the console harrumphed before the choices at the bottom of the screen popped up.

Itadori sat up, squinting at the tv, gripping his controller and flicking between the two options. He wiped his sweaty hands on his pants, looking between the options and you.

You looked up from your phone, “Just pick one, we already messed up her route...”

He flicked his thumb down. “No...I’m gonna win this...”

“But Itadori we have more points with the uh...uhm what’s her name? blonde—“

“Mizuki.”

“Yeah, her! let’s try to go for Mizuki instead!”

He glanced at you before pouting and leaning back onto you. The two of you sat on the couch, him laying right atop of you and craning his neck at an unhealthy degree to see the screen.

He had been playing this dating sim, trying to unlock as many routes as possible before the day ended. So far there were three out of seven unlocked...

It was kind of nice, having Itadori turn around like an expectant puppy, ready to get your opinion on his decisions. He was always a tad too impulsive to win any of the routes. Just skipping the dialogue too quick and immediately misclicking on a bad choice with an annoyed groan.

You couldn’t blame him, with the long dialogues and easy skip button it was easy to mess up. But you were at least able to pace him as he played so he didn’t ruin the route’s you two worked on.

The game wasn’t as easy as it seemed, some characters easier to unlock than others, but this character in particular, the classic pink haired tsundere girl, named Aiko would not budge. She always shot down the answers you thought were so right and got offended if you chose something flirty.

At one point you started looking up the answers online, giving Itadori hints as he nodded along.

“Huh? No way...Our interest score went up like almost a hundred did you see that!” He turned to you with a bright smile before pressing a kiss onto your face, “You’re really good at this...”

Every time he did that, it just made your heart swell. He unconsciously did something cute to you whenever the score went up, it made your ego boost up too high, almost as if It was a reward.

When he found out about your little answer sheet, he shook his head, saying it wasn’t fun if you were “cheating.” Making you two continue without a guide.

So it only made sense that you would get a few answers right before deaccelerating and only choosing answers that got negative results. You and Itadori would wince when you saw your like meter shake as it went down, it always hit a littler harder when you could see the point loss.

Your choices all led up to here, what started with a good roll of fifty points went down to ten. You glanced at him, there was no way you could win her over, everything you said or did just made her uninterested in your character, but Itadori was really set on this.

He continued to flip between the two choices, “I’m just gonna do it.”

You held your breath as he shut his eyes and clicked on an option. The screen loaded, processing your answer, ever so slowly. He peeked his eyes through, the both of you holding all the air in the room

*network failure*

Your mouth popped open and Itadori did a double take at the screen. Blinking quickly as you turned to him and the tv. The words shined across, with no intent on changing.

“Is that... Did—did you save!?” You flipped your head his way, sweat starting to build up when he didn’t look back at you.

He stared at the screen with wide eyes like the tv said something to offend him, giving the network failure his full attention. His controller laid loosely in his grip, like he would drop it at any second.

“Itadori.” You pinched his arm and he turned his head.

“I... I think so. Hold on.” He moved to the console, turning it off and on again, the both of you silently hoping it would work.

You chewed on your nails as he kneeled by the tv, the both of you were way too deep invested in this game.

You didn’t remember the last time Itadori saved, there weren’t too many save points in the game, it was just a “make sure you don’t forget before you log off” kind of game.

You had been playing for hours, if any of your routes got undone you were going to lose your mind.

The screen popped back on, the main menu and characters moved across the screen. It took a second before the load files came up, no time zones on them though.

Itadori stood up, standing in front of it like an old dad watching his football game. (Why do men do this...) He loaded the game and before you knew it, a familiar song from one of the scenes played and Itadori groaned.

“What happened? I cant see, move over.”

He stood to the side, “It restarted to the sleepover.”

You cocked your head at the scene, it was the same route you were going for, with the pink haired girl, but this was one of the scenes that showed up before you messed up.

During this scene the two of you had multiple chances to get on her good side, but continued to get her mad as it went on. It all went downhill from this point.

You gasped when your eyes flickered to the stats. “Itadori!”

“I’ts bad but I can fix it...” He rubbed the back of his neck as he sighed.

“No! I mean look at the bar! We’re back to fifty, we have a chance to win.”

He blinked back, his eyes flying past all of the high scores you had with her. You two hadn’t seen it like this in so long, it gave way more adrenaline than needed.

The scene settled on a few of the characters huddled into a classic “truth or dare” circle. It panned to Mizuki, her text filling out on the bottom of the screen.

“So... [player jizzman33],” Itadori smiled like that was the funniest thing on the planet, “it’s your turn. Do you choose truth or dare?” She asked.

Then the options popped up with a small timer clicking on the side. It was going by so fast, you had fifteen seconds to choose your answer.

You scrunched up your brow, not feeling any better when Itadori looked back at you for an answer. The last time you two did it, you chose an option that made the girl you were going for sneer and leave the party, decking your points by thirty.

You racked your mind for something, you had done this scene so many times with the other girls you needed to think hard for her.

“With brunette she liked truth, cause we confessed to her... and then....”

“Uhhh babe?” Itadori gestured to the timer and you waved him off. “It’s at ten.”

You continued mumbling, “blue hair liked truth cause we got closer to her... and then the green haired girl wanted dare... or was that Aiko?”

Your eyes flickered to the clock like it was a bomb.

Five seconds...

You knew this was beyond dramatic but at this point all cares were dropped. You literally had a chance to fix your mistakes, how were you going to let it slip?

You clicked your tongue, you forgot which option she wanted. You had gotten her route mixed up with another girls, trying to differentiate which girl wanted which choice.

Three seconds...

“I think I’ll randomly choose one...” Itadori pinched one of his eyes closed as he moved the stick.

He needed to do anything but that. You started connecting the dots a little faster, almost feeling your thoughts racing inside your head.

Everything went in slow motion as Itadori’s finger hovered over the ‘X’ button. This was more work than any game you’ve played, every decision led to your heart either being crushed or absolutely delighted.

Your leg jittered as you bit your nails, this was going to make you age a few more years, how is this stress healthy for anyone. Why would someone create a game this stress inducing??

That was when something spiked into your brain. Like a quick uppercut, you got it immediately, the planets aligned themselves and all was understood in the universe.

With at least a second to spare you couldn’t doubt the supposed answer now.

You jumped up, way more eager than you tried to be. “It’s Dare! Pick dare!”

He clicked eyes with you before switching his choice and pressing it in an instant. There was no time to check on your answer, he fully trusted you.

As soon as he selected the screen loaded, and the both of you held your breaths again, eyes focused onto the television.

“Ah dare huh? So brave, you’re the first person to pick that...” the Mizuki smiled, “I dare you to kiss the person sitting next to you.”

The screen turned to the person next to you, which happened to be Aiko, “W-well if we have to! You’re the first person to pick dare so whatever.”

There was a cut scene as she gave the main character a quick peck on the cheek before pulling away.

“Don’t take that as anything but a dare! P-pervert...”

Then the stats shot up as hearts flew across her screen. The score went up by twenty more, and it got closer to the goal than you could have imagined.

You and Itadori turned between each other and the screen. Faces absolutely wide in shock and joy, the both of you felt so happy you thought you could cry.

It was such an earned promotion, you felt proud being able to bring that victory to the table.

Itadori turned to give you a hug but froze, quickly turning back around to quick save the game. After it loaded then he came to you, wrapping you up in a very tight squeeze.

“We did so good!” You giggled when he kissed your cheek, “I’m so proud of us!” Kiss again, “I knew we could do it!” Kiss kiss kiss. He smothered your face in kisses, practically pressing his face into your cheeks and squishing you even more.

You smiled as he attacked your face with pecks all over your cheeks.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if the internet went out again...

[riftimagines]

Lightbringer Cafe-Ch.1

Ahhh! Its been a while but i return with this random fic im writing! Ill post this on Ao3 and put a link in a bit! You can read it here too if you’d like!

Ao3 link: https://www.archiveofourown.org/works/29356611

Summary: Starting a Cafe is what you wanted to do and you love it! Sometimes though it can be a bit boring and sometimes wish for a little excitement in your day. Well even though the boredom some exciting and fun stuff will happen! These stories are about those days. 

Note: This is a Modern AU

Ships: A variety of ships eventually, even some with the reader. For this chapter Its some awkward, dorky Kayn and a flirty reader!

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New dawn breaks light through the freshly cleaned windows. The smell of coffee just ground for the day filling the air and a slight chill from the cold weather outside that just seems to seep in even with the heater on. Overall, it seems like it’ll be a nice day to day and hopefully the chilly winters day will bring new customers into your lovely Cafe. You walk over to the door and flip the sign that hug on it letting all who walk by know you are open for business. You had just opened this Cafe not too long ago and only recently really started to pick up on business. So far its just been office workers near by and Hipsters that seem to show up. Nothing too interesting yet, not that you’re complaining. Business is business after all. Still, sometimes you wish someone interesting would come through your doors and make your day a little more fascinating, a little spice to your day.

A calm sigh leaves you as you sit on a stool behind the counter, waiting for any customers to walk in. Sometimes it did take a little while for people to come in but with the cold maybe someone will want something warm to drink. Before you have time to get bored waiting the bell on your door chimes to signal you in fact have customers now. You look over at two men walking in. One was and older, seemingly albino man. The other a slightly taller, young man with long black hair. The blue strip in his bangs standing out prominently from his raven locks. The older man walks to the back part of the Cafe where the lights are really not that bright, you really need to change them at some point, and sits down in the corner. He looks to the younger man that followed him and they seem to talk, probably about what to order if you had to guess.

They take a moment more before the younger of the two walks over and grins at you. Looking at him better you have to stop yourself from blushing. He’s very handsome admittedly but you can’t lose your composure over a handsome face now, your working! You just give him a friendly smile back and greet him accordingly.

“Hello, Sir. What would you like today?” You say as politely as possible. He looks up at the menu behind you and mulls over his thoughts. You wait patiently, there was no rush no one else was here anyway. His amber eyes trail back down to you. For a moment you get lost in the honey hues but quickly come back to reality when he speaks.

“I will have a Coffee and a Hot Green Tea, a two sugars and a little milk in the coffee and a little honey in the Tea. You can manage that right?”  His voice was so lovely too until that last quip. You don’t make too much of a scowl at him for that, he could just be having a bad day or something. You just nod for now.

“Of course, One Coffee, two sugars, little milk and a Hot Green Tea with a touch of Honey, coming right up! Oh what name will that be under?” He looks at you confused and scoffs.

“There’s only two customers in here, why do you need to know my name?” You frown fully this time at his rudeness. You walk back up to him and narrow your eyes.

“Because thats just how I do business and I don’t know who the order could be for. For all I know these drinks could be for someone else. That’s why I ask.” He seems a little taken back by the way you talked back to him. He looks like he’s about to say something back when a deeper, gravely voice cuts in.

“Kayn, just give them your name.” The albino man in the corner piped up, effectively shutting up whatever rude remark was coming out of ‘Kayn’s’ handsome face. You are quick to grab a pen and write ‘Cane’ on it just to spite him. You look towards the other man.

“Thank you, Sir. See that wasn’t so hard, sweetie.” He makes a weird face between a pout and confusion and honestly you can’t entirely blame him. You had no idea where that ‘sweetie’ came from but its out there now. You can regret later. With that you turn from him to start warming up some water to seep the Tea, the coffee would be much quicker. Once the water is set to heat up and the coffee cup under the coffee machine you sit on your stool. Good Tea needs properly warmed water and a little patience after all. You sitting there seemed to be an open invitation for Kayn to come up to where you were sitting and pout at you. You look at him and smile.

“Hello there, Sir. Can I help you?” He just huffs, clearly a bit miffed from earlier.

“First, you’re rude to me then you just sit here not getting our order. Are you going to do anything but sit there?” You roll your eyes at him. You have no idea how that guy in the corner can put up with this brat.

“I’m waiting for the water for the Tea to warm up. Im sure your friend over there wants good, hot Tea not cold bitter Tea. There is a process to make fresh tea.” You huff at him and give him an annoyed stare.

“You were so much more attractive before you spoke you know. Maybe you should learn some manners, huh?” He blinks and stares at you for a bit, the slightest dust of pick across his cheeks. So light you could say it was just a change in light. You’re not entirely sure why he’s gone quiet though, maybe you were being rude now. You should probably apologize. Before you can say anything you hear him mutter something very softly.

“You think I’m attractive?” Now its your turn to blink. Could he not see himself in the mirror?

“Yeah, I mean it’s pretty obvious?” He suddenly jumps at you speaking which causes you to jump too. He looks panicked like he just did something terrible.

“I-Uh, Of course I am! Im gorgeous!” You can’t help but laugh at his panic. It seems he unknowingly spoke his thoughts. Rather interesting that he would even think he’s not attractive. To have such doubts when it’s clearly the opposite is a little sad you think. You guess even the most beautiful people must have their doubts. You look at him again and see a much more noticeable redness on him. Perhaps a little mercy will go a long way here.

“Really smooth recovery. Smooth as you hair even.” The redness on his face doesn’t leave but he leans on the counter anyway like he’s the most confident person in the universe. Clearly he’s just a handsome dork it seems. Not that there is anything wrong with that but its kinda nice to know he isn’t a total jerk. You watch the dark haired man cough in to his hand trying to steady himself.

“I thought so. Glad to see you aren’t blind enough to see that.” Ah back to the arrogance it seems. Normally this would put you off but there’s just something deeper to him, like he’s scared of just being himself for some reason. It kinda reminds you of that saying ‘Fake it till you make it’ Its just a ruse to seem cooler then what he is. A part of you is somewhat sad he has to do that, hide what light he has in shadow.

“Even I would have to be pretty blind to miss your pretty face.” He looks away from you for a bit, clearly trying not to look into your eyes. You chuckle a little bit when a whistling sound catches your attention. The water! You get up to go to turn off the heat and begin to seep the tea. Only a couple minutes no more no less. While it seeps you prep the coffee and let it start to brew. A fresh brew took a little longer but you figured maybe you should be a little nicer to Kayn after your teasing. The machine whirs to life and produces a wonderful smelling coffee. The two sugars and a splash of milk is added to it before you place it in front of him. He looks at the cup and can’t help but notice your little ‘Cane’ Spelling on the cup.

“That’s not how you spell my name!” He exclaims. You laugh hardily at his ire and look back at him. You had honestly forgotten about that until just now.

“I’m sorry about that. Though to be fair I did ask you your name and I had to get it from someone else. If you want your name properly spelled next time tell me how to spell it.” He narrows his eyes and crosses his arms.

“Maybe you should learn how to spell.” Oh here we go again you think to yourself. You go back to the tea before you respond and pour it into a cup. Placing it to the side you look at him with a raised eyebrow.

“I did spell it right. That is in fact how you spell “Cane”. If your name is spelled different you should have told me.” He huffs again. You did have a point, he just didn’t like to admit it. While he’s silenced you go back to the tea and grab the honey. Carefully you spoon in just a little bit of the golden substance. The color of it reminding you of the man behind you. His eyes are the same color. You shake the thought from your head and finish up the tea. You place the second cup before him and smile.

“Here you go, honey eyes.” Welp, why you decided to go ahead and say that you’ll never know. The poor man in front of you looks confused and a little flustered.

“Honey eyes?” You want to slap yourself in the head for saying that but it’s too late now isn’t it? You look at him sheepishly and blush a bit yourself.

“Uh, yeah. You’re eyes are the same color as honey. I’m sorry. Thats probably really weird to say, hehe.” Stop being awkward. Oh this just became so much more weird. Why didn’t you just shut up and just take his order? Why do you feel the need to banter? The both of you stand there like sheepish teenagers. It’s Kayn that breaks the silence though.

“I-It’s alright! Uh, you, uh, smell nice! Like this coffee!” As soon as he says that he slaps his forehead and buries his face into his hands. You laugh again at his awkwardness. He was kinda cute when he wasn’t being rude. You decide you like this Kayn much more then the arrogant one from earlier.

“Well I do spend a lot of time around coffee. It was bound to infuse itself into my very being at some point, so thanks.” He peers back at you and openly stays red as he scratches the back of his head. There is an other awkward, flustered pause between you before its broken by the other person in the room.

“Kayn, if you have our drinks then let us leave. You’ll be late to your class, again.” Kayn jolts from his spot as the older albino comes up from behind him so quietly not even you noticed him move.

“Oh! Right, I have them dad. Here’s your tea!” Kayn quickly hands his father the tea and he nods a thanks before heading to the door. Kayn looks to you again awkwardly.

“So then, uh, goodbye. I suppose I’ll stop by again then.” He says. You give him a bright smile and nod.

“I’m looking forward to it, handsome.” You both blush at your boldness and he grips his coffee with both hands before jogging away after his father. The albino looks at him completely confused and Kayn waves him off. The older man looks back at you with suspicion and a part of your soul freezes with that look. Ok then, note to self, handsome’s father is absolutely terrifying. You watch them walk off until you can’t see them anymore. That was quite away to start off the day, you wonder what other encounters you’ll have and if they’ll be as nice as that one.

[peakyblinderswhore]

Hi love ! Hope you’re okay ! Can I please request something with Tommy being jealous ? Have a good day/night and stay safe ! xx

A/N: hi anon! i suppose i just couldn’t resist. it’s currently exactly 3am and i cannot sleep. so i revisited this and wrote this for you. at one point i felt like i was straying from what you asked so i moved some things about and put it back on track. i hope you like it!

W/C: 1.5k

You’re giggling at everything he’s saying. Flashing your pearly smile at him, he leans closer to you, attempting to make the conversation more personal. He’s drinking you in and he’s looking for more. His hand in your arm, you touch his hand feather light — you’d only had one drink tonight and you fancied trying to get him to buy you another, something fruity or something strong.

“How about you buy me something to drink and I’ll think about your proposition,” you purr, fingers tracing up and down his forearm.

Grinning, he waves Harry over and says, “Something nice, for the lady.”

You hold up three fingers to him and mouth the word “rye”.

Harry goes to object but you throw him a pointed look and he obliged to his request, pouring your favourite liquor. Of course that was between you and Harry, this man had no idea that the two of you were, in fact, well acquainted. Not for reasons that you wished to expand on.

Sliding the drink across the counter, Harry offers a tight smile and you grin back at him, thanking him silently for not ratting you out to this poor man.

You take a long sip of your drink.

Three fingers of rye was not seen around these parts in the hands of a woman but when it was, she was certainly assumed to be either drunk or important. You were the latter.

He’s fiddling with your hair, twisting a few loose curls and tucking them behind your ear, tracing his finger down your face and to the neck of your blouse. He’s got a wide grin on his face and a glint in his eyes.

He leans in to you, hoping that you’re feeling a little more comfortable with his offer just as the doors to the Garrison swing open. Turning your head to find out who was making such a scene of their arrival you are far from shocked with who you are witnessing walk through those doors. Behold, Thomas Shelby. You scoff at his arrival. Of course he’d find out what you were up to — he always did and it bothered the hell out of you. Pushing yourself up and onto the bar, you prepare yourself for what was about to go down.

Other than your drink down your throat, of course.

Beside you, the man trying to court you for the past half an hour looks up to you, trying to figure out your odd behaviour, completely oblivious to who had just made his entrance on the premises.

“Thomas Shelby,” you announce to the room full of half-drunk men.

Hurriedly, the man you were with makes sure his suit is straight and without another glance, Thomas socked him one, bang on his nose. The crunch that echoed around the room was the one thing that pulled a real emotion out of you the entire night.

“Oh-oh,” you’re screaming whilst all of the other inebriated men in the room are smiling, clapping and laughing at what you had caused to happen.

“You,” he grits his teeth and moves closer to the mans face, pointing a finger square in his forehead, “are lucky that I didn’t do anything worse.”

You roll your eyes, “Tommy, don’t threaten a man when he doesn’t know what he’s done wrong.”

Tommy walks over to you and manages to grit out, “What do you think is happenin’ here, eh?”

He grabs you by your upper arm and pulls you into the private snug, somewhere more private — he always granted you privacy, no matter how many times he got jealous. He always showed he was jealous in private (after the beating up of another man first) because it was between the two of you and not fifteen other men.

Fighting Tommy’s grip, you pull yourself arm away from him when you get into the snug, “Tommy!”

You hair is slightly messy from all of your hard work flirting for drinks and letting that man curl his fingers around your hair. Your blouse now has creases and you’re barely holding onto your drink as some of it had spilt over as Tommy pulled you abruptly away.

“Yes.”

“Thomas!”

“That’s my name; don’t wear it out,” he replies.

“Thomas Shelby! How dare you pull me away from him, him and I were having a drink together.”

“See,” Tommy begins, throwing his cap down on the seats behind you, “that’s just the problem. The drinking isn’t, it’s with him that I have a problem with.”

Scoffing, you reply, “You know why I came here. You did this Tommy; you know what you did.”

Tommy sighs and puts his hands in his trouser pockets, “You know, if you just didn’t push my buttons so much, I wouldn’t have to come here and claim you back all the time.”

“Claim me? I am not a thing to be owned!” You exclaim — oh he’s really ruffled your feathers now.

You put your drink down and step towards him. As you take a step towards him, hand raised to slap him in the face, he quickly catches your hand before swiftly swooping you round so that your back is pressed firm against his chest.

“Well, little miss, I, Thomas Shelby, will lay claim to you, right here, right now,” he’s holding your hand in the air and has his lips right next to your ears, his deep voice reverberating in your ears.

“You wouldn’t dare…” your voice trails off as he leans into you more and tilts his head, pressing his soft lips against your neck.

He pulls away, “Wouldn’t I?”

Gasping, you say, “Tommy are you forgetting that I am just as dominant as you are?”

He grunts.

“I could flip this situation, if I wanted to, of course. You could be the one begging — and I mean begging — me to fuck you, right here on this table,” You smirk as you feel him twitching behind you, you could feel him growing with lust as you spoke.

“Hot, are we, Thomas?”

His grip loosens, and you turn around to face him, your wicked green eyes loving how vulnerable he was.

“You know,” you say, “I get so…”

He’s waiting on the edge of every word you say, his eyes are trained on your lips, your hands are placed flat on his chest and you’re watching his eyes.

“I get so…”

“So, what, love, you get so what?”

Your smile flips into a frown and you push Tommy away with your hands, “I get so fucking annoyed when you come in here — acting so goddamned entitled — and beat up men just ‘cause they were talking to me. What’s with that, Tommy, eh?”

Brushing past him you open the doors to the snug and try your best to ignore all of the staring men as Tommy chases you out, trying to catch up with you.

You’re already out of the Garrison and matching home when Tommy finally comes level with your pace.

“You knew what you were doing,” he starts, “with that man; I can’t have that. Not with you.”

“You knew what you were doing this morning, entertaining Lizzie’s flirting,” you counter, clearly pissed off but Tommy doesn’t take the hint and carries on following you even when you pick up the pace.

“We weren’t flirting,” he replied, adamant.

“You may not have been Tommy, but she was.”

Tommy stops, all of a sudden. You continue walking until you realise that he’s not pestering you anymore and come to a halt, wondering where he went.

Before you could even comprehend what was happening, Tommy comes up from behind you and turns you around. He places his hands on either side of your face, his fingers spanning across your cheeks and pulls you in for a long kiss.

“I want you,” he breathes out, “not some ex-whore. You.”

Unfortunately, you couldn’t help but smile at his statement, going completely against what you had set out to do earlier this morning after finding Lizzie overly confident, overly flirty and overly shameless about it. In front of you.

“Say it again.”

“I want you.”

“No,” you breathe, “the part where you said, loud and clear, that you’re a jealous man disguised as Thomas Shelby.”

He raises an eyebrow and looks displeased; at that you giggle, “Say it, Tommy, or I’ll tease you some more,” you say and bite your lip, a massive grin radiating off of your face.

He can’t help cracking a small smile before hiding it away again, “I won’t say a thing that depreciates my public image.”

Making a pouting face, you say, “but how will I know otherwise?”

He pulls you closer, growling in your ear, “I am only jealous when you go out and seek my attention… with other men.”

“I am no whore, Tommy.”

“I know,” he leans in to kiss your neck.

He captures your mouth when you gasp from the contact — instead of objecting you smile into the kiss, somehow loving him more and more every day.

[deafeningnightcollection-things]

Hidden Lives ~ Winn Schott

Chapter 2 - Unusual Meetings

Lily was awake before Alex. Stretching, she hopped off the couch and folded the extra blanket she'd been using. She moved into the kitchen to get coffee. Alex kept a large jar of it in the fridge for sake of their impromptu sleepovers. It wasn't as good as a fresh brew, but her coffee addiction didn't care about flavor this early in the morning. As Lily was putting a mug in the microwave, Alex wandered in.

"Morning, Doc." Lily had called her that once and no matter how many times Alex grumbled about it making her sound old. The name just stuck, and it wasn't uncommon to hear it thrown around by other agents as well. Though Alex got much snippier with them than with Lily.

Alex nodded as she passed. Most people wouldn't talk before their morning caffeine, but Alex refused to speak to anyone until after her morning cinnamon roll. If coffee was Lily's addiction than sugar was probably Alex's.

Ten minutes later they sat at the small breakfast table. Alex enjoying her cinnamon roll alongside a rather disgusting looking vitamin drink, and Lily washing down her steaming coffee with a stolen piece of Alex's cinnamon roll. They just sat there, munching and drinking, enjoying a quiet few minutes before they had to get ready for work.

"You really shouldn't drink that much coffee when we have training." Alex's teasing tone broke the quiet spell.

"That's today?"

Alex nodded. Lily groaned dropping her head onto the coffee table.

"We already have to train every day, why do they make us do weekly sparring too?" She indicated her recently dislodged shoulder, "I've got enough bruises to chart the Milky Way."

"Sucks for you."

At Lily's questioning gaze, Alex elaborated. "I've got a doctor's note."

"Not fair. You used to bang him, he's biased."

Alex's cheeks turned pink. "That is not...he owes me a favor," Alex spluttered trying to regain her composure.

Lily raised an eyebrow, "oh, is that what the kids are calling it these days?"

"Shut up," Alex shoved her playfully. "Besides I'm going to use the free time to try to get through to Kara."

That soured the mood immediately. The gnawing guilt that has been forgotten for the nice breakfast was coming back in full force.

"I hope it works. Though if she really is as stubborn as you, you've got a real fight ahead of you." Lily tried to insert levity into her words to lighten the mood once more, but it came out a little hollow. Alex looked at her oddly, clearly taken aback by the unusual tone in her voice.

She quickly changed the subject, glancing at her watch, "I've got to run an errand for Hank. And you know he won't even take that as an excuse for tardiness." They laughed.

"Oh, that reminds me," Alex called as Lily moved into the kitchen, washing out her thermos and putting the new day's coffee in it. "What did Hank want the other day? I didn't see you for the rest of the day and then it completely slipped my mind."

She searched around for a reasonable excuse before the lie just fell out. "He was just annoyed that I wasn't at my desk. You know how he gets sometimes."

Hank's fits of strictness were not lost on his employees. Most of the time he was a reasonably tempered man, but occasionally he would just get ticked off by the smallest thing.

"I hope I didn't get you into too much trouble," Alex said worriedly, ready to rise to her friend's defense.

Lily waved her off, worried by how easy it was to lie to Alex. She didn't want to do it, it reminded her too much of Lex. He'd lied to everyone about everything just to get what he wanted. She shook the thought away, she had to get ready.

She slipped into one of Alex's smarter outfits, promising to return it, washed, the next day, and plopped her thermos into her purse.

"Good luck with Kara." She called as she slipped out the door.

———

The walk to the hacker's address wasn't too long. Nothing was very far away, especially in downtown National City. All the apartment buildings were clustered into a ten-block square. She ducked into an alley near the apartment, doing a quick recon of exit points. She patted the concealed holster that all agents were required to wear. Calmed by the security of being armed. Odds were Kara's ally would not be violent, but it didn't hurt to come prepared.

She fished one of her many badges out of her bag. It was standard protocol to have badges for other government organizations, as the DEO technically did not exist. Feeling comfortable in her cover, she tucked an NCPD badge into the breast pocket of the jacket she wore.

The apartment complex was nice, but not overly expensive. The kind of place that generally held nice law-abiding citizens. She checked her notes once more, confirming the apartment number before taking the stairs two at a time. On the third floor, she finally stopped near apartment 316.

She knocked without hesitation, mentally going over her cover story. There was a disturbance in the area—

The door opened.

He's cute.

The man who stood before her had short brown hair and a kind smile. He wore an unbuttoned cardigan over a button-up colored shirt.

"Hi, I'm Officer Clementine and we've had reports of a disturbance in the area. Can I ask you a few questions?" She pulled the badge out of her pocket and held it up for a moment.

"Of course, Officer." He opened the door wider, allowing her into the small neat apartment.

She stepped inside gratefully. "Uh, first things first. Name? For the record."

"Winn. Winn Schott." The name rang a faint bell in her head and she made a mental note to research it later. She shook his proferred hand.

"Were you here around 5 last night?" That was the most recent time she'd registered the hack in the NCPD database.

"Yes, I was catching up on some stuff for work. My boss just loves to give me more than I can handle."

Lily nodded, jotting that down on the notepad. "And do you remember anything unusual around that time?" Like a blonde cheerleader in a red cape flying around the city.

"No, Officer. It was pretty boring. Just finished work, watched Return of the Jedi, didn't hear anything weird."

"Ah, that's a good one," Lily nodded absently as she spoke taking more notes on her surroundings. Nothing in the apartment screamed 'evil serial killer' but you could never be too careful.

Winn made his voice old and raspy, "do or do not, there is no try." Chuckled awkwardly as silence stretched following his words.

Lily joined in on a whim, unsure if he was coming onto her, "use the force, young Skywalker." It seemed to be the right call and they both laughed.

The mood lightened and something warm seemed to form between them.

Lily asked a few more routine questions to disguise the real purpose of her visit.

He worked at Catco. He'd lived in the city for the last few years, etc...

Lily stood up, "well, thank you for your time, Mr. Schott."

"Winn! Please..." He trailed away clearly hoping for her name in response.

She smiled, "Lily."

The handshake was warmer this time. Their gaze met and she looked away, a pink tint to her cheeks. Be professional, she chided herself, you'll probably never see him again.

"Oh, uh." Winn called as she reached the door, "how do I get ahold of you if I think of anything?" The words again hung awkwardly in the air as though he was unsure how to do this, or even what he was doing.

"Are you hiding something from a city official?" Her face was stern, but her voice revealed the teasing tone of her words. The flirty mood from early quickly returning now that her goal had been accomplished.

"Not all, Offic—Lily." He smiled awkwardly tucking his hands into his pockets. "But...I—uh—I might have a crime to report." The words came out a little strangled. This was clearly not his forte and somehow that made it much cuter.

"Oh, what is that?" He was so easy to flirt with, she would've smacked herself for being so forward but he seemed to be feeling something similar.

"A stolen heart." His face was fully red now and his left kept rubbing the back of his neck uncertainly.

Lily almost laughed, unsure if that was the best response to his pick upline.

"Well, I might consider giving it back if you join me for coffee." She openly flirted, refusing to listen to the voice in her head calling this a very bad idea.

Winn's eyes widened. He clearly hadn't expected that, but he nodded enthusiastically with a goofy grin. The red still hadn't left his cheeks, if anything it was worsening. Lily scribbled her number on a sheet of paper in her notebook. She ripped it out carefully and handed it to Winn.

"Call me." She winked and headed out the door. She needed to get to work or she'd be seriously late.

———

The walk to the DEO was short. Winn's apartment was only a few minutes away from it. Ugh Winn. She chastised herself, what are you doing? You can't go on a date with him. You lied three times in your first conversation.

Resisting the urge to bang her forehead against the wall, she changed quickly and headed to her office. Along the way, she bumped into Alex.

"Hey."

Lily made a face.

"Oh, I recognize that look." Alex slid an arm around her and continued conspiratorially, "boy trouble."

Lily dropped her head on Alex's shoulder with a huff. "You're one to talk, Ms. I'll-do-anything-for-a-doctor's-note."

Alex shoved Lily's head off her shoulder.

"Is he cute at least?" Alex fished for information casually.

"Come on, would I settle for anything less?" Lily said haughtily with an exaggerated flip of her long brown curls.

"Of course, your highness. How could I forget your impeccable standards?" Alex tossed in an eye roll at the end, but her huge grin made it rather hard to feign annoyance.

"I ran into him on my errand," that sounded better than, he was the errand. "And we totally geeked out about Star Wars. He used the absolute cheesiest pick-up line." Lily used her hands for emphasis as she gestured wildly, her cheeks slightly pink. "So I gave him my number, and we'll see what happens."

Alex pretended to gag, "if you buy Han and Leia towels I'm out."

Lily bumped Alex, "you're just jealous that you don't have a Han of your own."

"Oh, so he's Han now. That's a step up." Alex waggled her eyebrows suggestively.

"Shut up, we talked for five minutes. It's not like we're soulmates." Lily glanced at the notebook in her hands. "Now, I'm going to finish my report before you start planning the wedding."

"I had better be the maid of honor," Alex called as Lily walked away.

Lily flipped her off without turning around.

The rest of the day passed quickly.

Writing the report wasn't too difficult, but she did feel rather guilty about writing a threat assessment of the cute guy she hoped to go on a date with. She ran a background search to make certain she had all the relevant information. Most of it came as no surprise, a degree in computer science, the IT department at Catco. She paused, her mouse hovering over a name on the birth certificate.

Father: Winslow Schott Sr.

The bells that had gone off in the apartment were ringing again, and a quick search told her why.

"Winslow Schott Sr. AKA "Toyman" was convicted of the murder of six people and sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole. He sent a teddy bear bomb to Chester Dunholtz, the package was instead opened by his assistant. It exploded, killing her and five other people."

Lily closed the article, her stomach churning. A wave of understanding shot through her at the subtle way Winn had changed his name to distance himself from his father. She could understand that, after all, she'd changed her last name to avoid the stigma of her family. And went only by a nickname, because her actual first name was too close to her mother's.

She debated for a while on whether to include this information in the file. On the one hand, she needed to do a comprehensive report, but she also knew that you couldn't judge someone by the maniacs in their family. Eventually, she decided against it. Not wanting to bias Hank against Winn, and the information was easy to find if he looked for it.

All in all, she concluded, going back to her report. Winslow Schott Jr.'s background in computer science makes him a capable hacker. But, he appears to be a negligible threat.

Lily leaned back in her chair and stretched. She glanced at the clock, it was early enough in the day that Hank could still bring in Kara. Knowing there was no point in prolonging the innevitable, she decided to just rip the bandaid off and give Hank the file. She walked to his office slowly and knocked on the door cautiously, not wanting to disturb him.

"Come in." His voice was gruff and left no room for disobediance.

Lily pushed open the door, entered the room, and closed the door before she started talking.

"Sir, I finished the report." She handed him the file, "I found an accomplice of Kara Danvers. His name is Winn Schott Jr., an IT tech at Catco. He's been hacking the NCPD dispatch. I conducted a threat level assessment this morning and found his threat level to be negligable."

Hank nodded appreciatively, "good work, Agent. I'll look over the file, we're picking up Miss Danvers tonight."

Lily tried not to blanch at the callousness in his tone, emotional distance was just part of the job.

"Sir, if I might request? Could I be the one to tell Alex about tonight's assignment?"

Hank sized her up for a moment before nodding. "Tell her we leave at 1800, we're going to the mountain facility."

Lily nodded, "sir," and left.

———

Lily found Alex in her lab, pouring over her latest experiment. A beaker bubbled over a small flame, it contents glowing ominously. Again she knocked before entering, remembering her close encounter with the laser.

"Hey, Doc. Trying to find a new stage in human evolution?"

Alex laughed at Lily's tendency to overplay the importance of her experiments.

"Just studying that skin sample I told you about last time. It did something really weird when I tried to clean. So now I'm testing its response to different chemicals in the cleaner."

"Cool." It really did sound interesting, but Lily was on a mission. "Hey, what do you say we go spar, like old times? I bet I can still kick your ass."

"Oh please. You could never kick my ass."

"Is that a yes?" Lily poked her friend, earning a laugh before her hand was swatted away.

"Sure." Alex pulled off the lab coat, "it would be good to get out of the lab for a bit."

Lily tugged her hand impatiently, "come on."

"I'm coming, I'm coming." Alex turned the dial on the small burner, extinguishing the flame. She made sure everything else was off before she joined Lily in the doorway.

They headed down the stairs and took a right to the small gym that agents used for onsight training. The room was sparsely furnished, various exercise machines were lined up against a far wall, a large fan overhead kept the room cool, and in the center of the room was the large mat that agents used for sparring sessions. Alex stretched against one wall, and Lily put her hair in a tight bun before doing the same.

"So what's on your mind?"

"Hmm," Lily looked up at Alex's question.

"You normally want to spar because there's something on your mind. So spill."

Lily shifted from foot to foot. "I'll tell you once we get started. I need to move, I've been stuck at that desk all day."

Alex nodded and they both moved toward the mat.

"Standard rules?" Alex asked.

Lily nodded. "Uncle means forfeit. No cheap shots."

They danced around the mat for a minute, loosening their muscles as they assumed a fighting stance.

Lily swung first, a sharp jab that Alex blocked. Alex retaliated with a fast cross that caught Lily's unbruised shoulder, instead of the jaw she'd been aiming for.

"So." Lily began, swinging again. "Hank gave me an assignment I didn't tell you about."

Alex said nothing, waiting for her to elaborate. She tried a roundhouse kick with her leg, that Lily caught. Intending to flip her by the leg, Lily was caught off guard when Alex pulled her leg back forcefully throwing Lily off balance.

As Lily caught herself, she continued. "He wanted me to do a threat assessment so we could bring Kara in."

Alex's cross didn't miss this time and Lily could feel her jaw bruising.

Lily held a hand to her cheek gingerly and looked up at Alex. Her face was stony.

"Hank wants us to be ready for transport to the mountain at 1800."

Alex walked off the mat, toward the door.

"Alex, wait," Lily called pleadingly. "Say something, please."

"Uncle," Alex didn't turn around, her voice as stony as her face.

———

It was a tense two hours until the 1800 transport. Lily had retreated to her office, not wanting to face the prospect of running into Alex. She had no doubt that she deserved her black and blue cheek, but it still stung.

The time seemed to drag by, and Lily tried to distract herself with minor IT jobs she'd been putting off. The image of Alex's stony face kept popping into her mind, but she knew it was too early to apologize. Alex had a fiery temper and it was no use talking to her while she was all riled up. With forty-five minutes to go, Lily was starting to get antsy. She wasn't sure if she could handle the thirty-minute ride to the mountains.

Her phone chimed momentarily distracting her from her internal tirade.

Unknown number: Is it too late to take you up on coffee? —Winn

In spite of the bruise on her cheek, she smiled. She could almost hear the awkward note in his voice as she text. Alex was momentarily pushed from her mind.

Sure. Have you ever been to Mocha Owl?

The small coffee shop was close to the DEO, only a five-minute walk. Plenty of time to get there and back before the transport left.

Winn: See you in ten?

Lily agreed and grabbed her bag, it was no use wallowing here another minute. She clocked out without talking to anyone. She took a large breath of cool city air as she exited the building, there was something about cold air that just a person feel so alive.

As she'd expected, she arrived with a few minutes to spare. She took a seat on a comfy couch in the back, and sipped from her coffee thermos. Winn arrived a few minutes later, looking just as cute as he had this morning, his considerably more windswept though.

"I see you came prepared," he motioned to the thermos in her hands.

She shrugged, "what can I say? I'm a pro when it comes to coffee." She glanced out the window enjoying the view for a moment, but the moment brought Winn's focus to her cheek.

"You look like you lost a fight with the world's tallest doorknob."

Lily laughed, "just a mistake on the job. They can't all be an interview with a cute nerd."

Winn laughed and his cheeks turned pink, clearly not used to being so openly complimented.

"So how did your day go? Did you ever catch the guy that caused the disturbance?"

Lily nodded, remembering her cover. Now with a twinge of regret, why did I have to lie to the cute guy?

"Yeah, one of your neighbors saw something. It wasn't hard to go from there."

"What about you? Did your boss pile on you again?"

Winn shook his head, "thankfully it wasn't too much. I think I had a bit of good luck today."

His eyes met hers and he turned pink. Lily's own cheeks heated up at the implication.

From a conversation about work, it was easy enough to slide into an animated discussion about the Star Wars franchise.

"I'm just saying," Lily attempted to counter Winn's point. "The prequel trilogy really didn't do the series any favors. I mean we all knew where Anikan's story was going to end, so what's the point?"

Winn held a hand to his heart, clearly wounded. "The point? The point is that any good prequel expands on a story. Sure, we knew Anikan was going to be evil, but we got to learn how he turned evil. Isn't it so much more interesting when you know the villain's tragic backstory?" Lily enjoyed the way his awkwardness completely evaporated into passion as he talked about the movie. The words 'villain's tragic backstory' struck a cord in her heart, but she pushed the pain away. She really did not want to think of Lex right now.

Her eyes wandered over Winn's face, looking more through him than at him. She wondered if those words made him think of his father. Of all the terrible things he'd done or like she did with Lex, of the kind soul he used to be.

Winn waved a hand in front of her cautiously, "am I boring you? Because there are a million other things I could talk about. I mean it's not every day I get to have coffee with a pretty girl so..." His voice trailed away clearly embarrassed at the accidental compliment.

"No, no. I love Star Wars. You just reminded me of someone."

Winn clearly caught the tone in her voice and didn't ask her to elaborate. That flash of camaraderie she'd had when reading about his father was back. His hand brushed hers on the table and she smiled at the sweet gesture. Both of them two awkward to fully hold hands on the first date. Was this a date?

That thought went out the window as she glanced at her watch. She jerked her hand back quickly, shoving her thermos into her purse. She only had ten minutes before the transport left. Hank would kill her if she was late.

"Do you have somewhere else to be? Because I'm beginning to feel like your mistress."

"Oh, no." Lily waved off the comment, "I just have to meet my partner for a stakeout soon and he's a real stickler about being on time." She stood up collecting her purse. She paused, unsure what the proper goodbye gesture was. Should she hug him? A handshake maybe?

She realized she'd paused too long and waved awkwardly. "We should do this again." She beamed at him, ignoring the pain in her cheek.

Winn nodded, his eyes shining, "definitely."

———

Lily sipped her thermos as she walked back to the DEO. She was running low on coffee, but she figured soon enough she'd be running on adrenaline just fine. She clocked back in quickly and changed into her work clothes in record time, meeting Alex and Hank in the large command hub. The latter nodded at her while the former didn't say a word.

"Good of you to join us, Agent. Your file was very informative." Alex stiffened slightly at Hank's words and the knot in her stomach that had unclenched at the coffee shop came back twice as painfully.

"Vasquez, you're in charge." Hank barked as they headed towards the garage.

"Sir," came the response.

They piled into the transport silently. No one daring to break the awkward spell until finally Alex got fed up.

"Sir, why was I not informed of this operation before?"

"Personal involvement. You're too close to the target, Danvers."

Alex bit back what was probably a scathing reply and didn't say another word until they arrived at the mountain. They threaded their way through the labyrinth-like building to the room where Alex's sister lay sedated.

Alex blatantly flinched at the kryptonite dart still stuck in her chest, Lily knew this was her biggest fear.

Hank noticed. "Take a minute, Danvers. She'll be out at least a half-hour."

Alex nodded and left the room silently.

"Sir," Lily started, motioning after Alex. "Can I?"

Hank nodded.

Lily ran after her best friend. "Alex," she called, walking up hesitantly. Not sure if Alex would want her company. When Alex yell Lily took that as an ok to sit down. "I know this scares you. I know if it were Kiera in there, I'd be terrified." She slid a little closer to Alex. "Your sister is different and that makes her special, and yes, it means that people will be scared of her and they may try to do bad things to her. But Alex,"—Lily held her cheek gently, looking her in the eyes— "Hank Henshaw is not one of those people." Lily slid an arm around Alex, and Alex lay her head on Lily's shoulder. "We have known Hank for a long time, and he may be a hardass,"—Alex laughed lightly—"but, he is not a bad person."

Alex nodded her head against Lily's shoulder. They stayed like that for a few more minutes before Alex sat up. She wiped the tears from her eyes, and smoothed her shirt. As she stood up she didn't meet Lily's gaze, and Lily knew there were still some bridges to be mended. But their friendship was not broken forever.

Lily and Alex leaned against the wall waiting for Kara to wake. Alex had insisted on unbuckling the Kryptonite cuffs on her sister's wrist and Hank clearly hadn't agreed, but he'd allowed it.

A while later the room was filled with a groan as Kara finally woke. She immediately tried to get up, clearly unsettled by her new surroundings. However, there was enough of the Kryptonite still in her system that she was weak. She fell back to the table with a quiet thud. Lily glanced at Alex to see how she was handling this, only to find her face just as stony as it had been when she punched Lily.

"What is this place? Who are you?" Kara was very clearly panicking

Hank stepped into her field of vision. "My name is Hank Henshaw. This is Agent Larken." He pointed to Lily. "And I believe you already know Agent Danvers." Alex moved to her sister's side, trying to hold her hand comfortingly, but Kara jerked away.

"Alex?" Betrayal was etched into her voice, and Lily could see that it was almost enough to make Alex's careful mask crumble.

[artificialqueens]

Galactica, Chapter 31 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica

A/N: Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫

Last Chapter: Courtney learned the truth about Willam and had to face reality--and Pearl learned the truth about Violet and Sutan, but chose to avoid it with Adore.  

This Chapter: Adore revels in Pearl’s attention, and Violet receives a very nice surprise.

***

“Do you need help?”

“No.”

“Oh really?”

“Wait, wait,” Violet mumbled, “I got it!”

“Sure you do baby,” Sutan smiled, watching as Violet tried for the third time to open their hotel room door. He had no idea who Violet had been drinking with, but she had been tipsy all night, a happy, bubbly, giggly mess, who had been glued to his side.

“I do, I got-” Violet finally managed to swipe the key card fast enough, an excited yelp coming from her. “Ta da!” She threw the door open, a smile on her face.

“Very impressive, lovely eyes.” Sutan smirked, stepping inside and closing the door behind them. He had taken his own jacket as well as Violet’s off in the elevator, so it was only a matter of throwing it on a chair. He turned, only to see Violet struggling to get out of her dress.

“Do you need help?”

“No-” Violet didn’t look at him, her full concentration on trying to unzip the hidden zipper on her side, “You can’t help me.”

“What? Can’t?” Sutan stepped out of his shoes, raising a brow. “Why not?”

“Because if you help me-” Violet groaned, finally managing to grab the zipper, “We can’t have sex.”

“What?” Sutan snorted, Violet once again taking him completely by surprise as he watched her take her dress off. “Wait, no, I just asked that, but, why?”

“Because-” Violet looked over at him. She dumped down on the bed, kicking her shoes off, a blush rising in her cheeks, “Because I want…”

“Because what?” Sutan smiled, suddenly beyond intrigued at Violet’s sudden shyness. He took a step forward.

“Because-” Violet swallowed, her eyes locked on his lips. “You’re mean.”

Sutan laughed, and Violet giggled too. She reached for her hair, pulling at the updo, her fingers grabbing at bobby pins that Sutan hadn’t even realized was in there.

“You don’t mean that,” Sutan walked over, dropping down on his knees. Violet instantly spread her legs, and he moved between them. “Do you?”

“I do,” Violet nodded, but she still took his hand, putting it on the buckle of her garterbelt, her inner thigh silky soft under his touch.

In past relationships, Sutan had found it annoying when girlfriends had played helpless, when they had pretended to be unable to do things, but with Violet, it felt flirty and fun.

“You’re being very, very mean Mr. Amrull.”

“Hmm? Does that mean,” Sutan paused, his finger under the buckle, “that I should stop?”

Sutan moved his thumb, caressing Violet’s skin, a breathless moan leaving her, her eyes closing for a minute.

“Violet?”

“Mmh,” Violet opened her eyes, smiling slightly. “Don’t stop.”

Sutan laughed, and Violet leaned forward, giving him a kiss. He could taste the faintest trace of vodka on her lips, but he wasn’t concerned about whenever or not she was too drunk with the amount of shit she had been given him, Violet more than able to string a sentence together.

He held her tight, Violet so sweet, her hands in his hair.

“Sutan?” Violet pulled away, looking up at him.

“Mmmh?”

“I… I want,” Violet was playing with the hair on the back of his neck, her eyes focusing on his lips. “I want you to eat me out.”

“What?” Sutan couldn’t believe what he had just heard.

“I want you to eat me out.”

The request had taken him by surprise, Violet very clear in how much she didn’t enjoy oral the first time they had had sex, but as he looked at her, as he searched her face for any indication that she wasn’t serious, he saw pure determination and vulnerability look right back at him.

“Please.”

“Of course.” Sutan couldn’t do anything but place a sweet and gentle kiss on Violet’s knee, his brave and strange girl making such a simple request. “Say the word and I’ll stop.”

“I won’t.”

“Know that you can anyway.”

“Alright…” Violet nodded, letting Sutan guide her down into the soft pillows of the bed, pulling her panties off. Violet was blushing heavily, her breath already coming out in short gasps as if she couldn’t actually believe what was happening.

Sutan pushed her knees apart with gentle hands as he settled between them, pressing a sweet kiss at the mouth of Violet’s cunt, a smile dancing on his lips as he felt how silky smooth she was.

After covering her with light kisses, Sutan started to lick her slit from bottom to top, again and again, the movement making Violet’s chest tighten with anticipation. It felt good, it really did, but it was only a tease, Sutans tongue feeling a little weird, very pleasant, but it wasn’t real pleasure, not like when he was buried deep inside her, fucking her so hard so could barely breath.

Violet closed her eyes, collecting all her courage as she spread her legs a little further apart, her hand finding Sutan’s hair, desperately hoping he would take the hint, and oh, oh he did.

Violet could feel the warm huffs of air against her skin as Sutan laughed, but instead of being embarrassed, she couldn’t do anything but moan as he went for her clit, his tongue swirling over the hood, and then under it, licking at her most sensitive place.

Violet curled in on herself, the intense burst of sensation so unlike anything she felt alone, everything sharply focused on one small point on her body, making her feel like she was on fire, like she didn’t know whether to pull away or start begging for more.

Thankfully, it was as if Sutan could read her mind, knowing exactly how to work her body when Violet could barely string words together.

Sutan eased off her, paying attention to the rest of her, toying with her, his tongue returning to her clit frequently, keeping her on her toes. Violet gasped as Sutan pressed two fingers into her, giving her something to grind down into, giving her something to clench onto and to ground her.

Violet could feel the faint vibrations of Sutan’s moans, and it made warmth curl in her belly.

How could she have denied him for so long when he so obviously enjoyed this?

She tightened her hand in his hair, earning another pleased sound as she gasped herself, the knowledge that Sutan found this hot, found her hot, making it all that much better.

Soon, Violet lost herself to just feeling, her eyes closed as her pleasure built, her entire body growing hotter and hotter, her desperate sounds making Sutan go at her even harder, his fingers fucking into her as he flicked his tongue over her clit again and again.

Violet was gasping for air. She knew she was going to come, but she couldn’t form the words, couldn’t tell Sutan what was happening.

It was as if he was trying to pull her orgasm from her very core, as if he was trying to destroy her with pleasure.

Her entire body was singing with the overwhelming sensations, but it was a broken little moan from Sutan, the knowledge that he was the one doing this to her, that he enjoyed it as much as she did, that made her come so hard she was scared she’d pass out.

***

Adore really was sweet. The perfect distraction for Pearl’s wretched mood. Once they ditched the club and went back to the hotel, Pearl was also reminded what a fantastic lay she was, generous and responsive and deliciously naughty. Normally, Pearl might have found her big Baby Jesus eyes blinking expectantly up at her too needy. But tonight, it was an absolute relief to be with someone who laid bare their emotions, who didn’t have to analyze or work hard to understand.

Because Adore was absolutely crazy about her, and tonight, Pearl’s ego needed that desperately.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” Adore kept saying, body arching, her guitar-callused fingers running over Pearl’s skin like it was Italian silk.

It was addicting--the feeling of being the center of someone’s universe, capturing their full and undivided attention. At one point, Adore rolled over on top of Pearl, gazing down at her as she rubbed their pussies together, clearly so turned on by Pearl’s body that she was coming apart simply from that, and Pearl couldn’t help reaching up to play with her hardened nipples, spurring her on, hips thrusting faster and faster.

Pearl kept a mental count of their orgasms, for no reason other than to appease her own injured self confidence. So far it was 4 for Adore, 2 for her, and the night wasn’t over.

Try that with a fucking man, Violet, she couldn’t help thinking bitterly, as she flipped Adore over again, smiling at the delighted squeal that left her lips.

“Got any more in you, pumpkin?”

“Maybe…” Adore bit her lip, lashes fluttering in that particularly charming way of hers. “Do you?”

“For you? Always,” Pearl replied with a smug smile. She moved down quickly, seeking out the softest part of Adore’s belly and digging her teeth in.

“Oh god,” Adore moaned, arching up into her.

“What a good girl you are,” Pearl cooed, lips traveling lower and lower until she was squirming in her hands.

“Fuck…”

***

Waking up with Pearl was just as good as last time, if not better, the girl’s body curled around hers, head on her shoulder. She couldn’t help herself from carding her fingers softly through Pearl’s beachy blonde waves, watching as her eyes blinked open slowly.

It seemed to take her a moment to register who she was, where she was, and who she was with. By the time her blue eyes focused on Adore’s, she was practically swooning at how cute the whole thing was.

“What?” Pearl croaked, morning making her sexy voice even more raspy than usual.

“You’re just really cute, that’s all,” Adore said.

Pearl looked almost bashful as she chuckled and said, “You’re the one who’s cute.”

Adore’s smile grew even more before saying, “Do you need anything? Room service? Coffee?”

“I need a cigarette.” Pearl reached for the pack on her nightstand.

“Are you allowed to smoke in here?” Adore asked as she lit up.

“Are you gonna report me?”

“Not if you share…” Adore simpered, and Pearl chuckled again, handing her the lit cigarette.

Adore opened her arm, and after a moment of hesitation, Pearl settled back down against her shoulder, let her go back to playing gently with her hair as she took a long, satisfying drag.

“You know, I’m not used to waking up with someone else,” Pearl admitted.

“Oh yeah? And now you’ve woken up with me twice.”

“Yeah.”

“Are you uncomfortable?”

“Nah...it’s actually kinda nice.”

Adore took a deep breath, handing the cigarette back to her.

“Well...maybe...you want to do it some more?”

Pearl shifted against her, turning slightly to peer up at her. Adore knew that she could very well be screwing things up by moving so fast, but she also knew that being in limbo the last few weeks had been excruciating.

“I just, I really like you. And I was thinking, we’re so good together, why not...make it official?”

Adore held her breath, waiting for the inevitable “I like you, but” or “maybe someday, but” or “listen…” She was shocked when Pearl nodded slowly, exhaling a cloud of smoke, and casually saying, “Yeah, sure…”

“Really?!” Adore exclaimed, eyes widening in surprise. “Omigod!”

Pearl gave her another sleepy grin, almost a smirk, and Adore quickly recovered, taking the cigarette back.

“Or...whatevs,” she said, the quivering corners of her lips betraying her air of cool detachment. “It’s cool. We’re cool…”

Pearl laughed, snaking a hand under the covers to tickle her, making her shriek happily.

***

Bianca sat at her dressing table, carefully applying her makeup, when the door to her suite unlocked and Adore’s voice called out.

“Biancaaaaaa! Are you here?”

“Yeah, I’m in here, shhh…” she said as Adore poked her head in. She gestured to the sleeping form of the woman under her covers (her name seemed to have slipped Bianca’s mind), and added, “Come in. Not like you’re intruding or anything.”  

“Thanks!” Adore chirped, bounding in and flinging herself onto the bed. The woman sat up, startled. “Good morning! I’m Adore. Bianca’s sister.”

“Hi…” she rubbed her eyes, confused, voice still groggy as she said, “I’m Janey.”

Janey! That’s what it was. Bless Adore and her lack of boundaries.

“Sorry Janey, you can relax. I ordered breakfast, it should be here soon.”

“Uh...thank you.” She smiled uncomfortably, still clearly weirded out by the situation.

“B! Don’t you want to know why I’m in a good mood?” Adore whined.

“It’s my most fervent wish.”

“Well…” Adore’s blue eyes sparkled with glee, finally bursting out with, “I have a girlfriend!”

“The one you’ve been stalking, or someone else?” Bianca calmly returned to her makeup, more than used to Adore’s love-struck naiveté.  

“I wasn’t stalking her, I was just...waiting for the timing to be right. You get it, right?” Adore nudged Janey’s arm, looking for backup.

“Are you gonna tell me her damn name, now?”

“Yes.” Adore settled back against her pillows, a smug grin spreading across her face. She paused dramatically and then said, “It’s Pearl Liaison.”

Bianca barely stifled her groan, turning back towards her sister, pointing the mascara wand at her accusingly. “Are you fucking serious, Adore?”

“Of course I’m serious. She’s amazing; I can’t believe she agreed on being exclusive so easily.”

Bianca closed her eyes. There were so many things wrong with this situation, but of course she had neither the time nor the inclination to explain them to Adore. Instead, she settled for, “Adore. Listen to me. You need to run from this girl. She’s fucking trouble. She’s going to destroy you.”

Adore finally snapped out of her love-struck daze, glaring over at Bianca. “Fuck you, B! You don’t even know her!”

Bianca chuckled wryly. “Believe me, I do. I do know her, honey. And there’s about a million and five things about you being with her that are fucked up, not to mention that she will absolutely, definitely break your heart.”

“Why are you being so unsupportive?! I’m happy, and she cares about me, so why-”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake. I’m trying to protect you–”

“I don’t need your protection! I’m a fucking grown-up.”

“You’re right, Adore. You’re a grown-up.” She rolls her eyes. “I’ll be sure to remember this conversation when she cheats on you, or blows you off, or–”

Adore leapt up from the bed, eyes blazing with fury. “You are the worst! Do us both a favor and stay out of my love life!” She stormed out of Bianca’s room, slamming the door behind her in a self-righteous rage.

Bianca sighed, blowing softly on her lashes as she waited for the glue to get tacky. She caught Janey’s eye and asked, “So...you in the mood for quiche?”

***

Violet  had been spending her afternoon at the desk in their hotel room, making sure everything was running as smoothly as she could from her remote office of Trixie’s laptop and a hotel printer.

Violet had found it difficult to get Courtney to work at the speed she needed when they had been in the same space, but now, with an ocean and a 6 hour time difference, it was practically impossible, Courtney’s replies to her messages getting more and more frazzled each time she reached out.

“Oh, by the way. I have something for you.“

Violet turned in her chair, looking over at Sutan who had just come back from whatever party he had attended, the man laughing when he had seen Violet sitting among the papers and being what he had called ‘a good little assistant’.

“You do?” Violet bit her lip, tapping her nails against the desk.

“I do.” Sutan nodded, reaching into the inner pocket of his suit jacket. Sutan had never given her a present before, and she had no idea what to expect.

“Here.” He pulled out a piece of thick paper, and Violet looked at him in confusion as he handed it to her.

“What’s-” Violet turned the paper over, but it was neatly folded into a square, the white backing not giving anything away, Sutan shrugging his jacket off. “What’s this?”

“I noticed that you weren’t at the Dior show.”

Sutan sat in the armchair, not even looking at her as he reached down to undo his shoes. Violet felt weirdly touched at the fact that Sutan had noticed she had been absent, Fame demanding that she pick up a coffee for her while the show was happening.

“I know it’s not haute couture week,” Violet wondered for a brief moment if it would be weird to tell Sutan that she found it incredible sexy whenever he pronounced haute correctly, “but I still figured,” Sutan looked up at her, a smile on his lips as he toed off his shoe, “that you’d maybe like to save the show note.”

“Oh…” Violet unfolded the paper, the words of Raf Simons printed on the creamy white paper as he described this season's collection. “I, umh-”

“Don’t worry about it.” Sutan focused on his cufflinks, undoing the metal.

“Now,” He hooked a thumb in his tie, taking it off. “Could I interest you in some late night room service? Because I’m craving something real greasy and American.”

“No.”

Sutan snorted, and Violet felt her stomach clench, but as always, Sutan didn’t get mad when she was probably being rude.

“More for me then.” Sutan smiled, giving her a quick kiss before he went for the room's phone, clearly already done with their conversation.

Violet looked down at the show note, cursing herself for once again failing to speak up, of not managing to find the right words at the right time, because even though it was technically just a piece of paper, she couldn’t get over the fact that Sutan had carried it around on all day on the off chance that she could maybe potentially like it.

“Thank you…” Violet whispered as she neatly folded it, tucking it into the back of her planner for safe keeping.

***

Bianca took a large sip of her pinot, looking around at the dreadfully dull cocktail party and trying not to let her irritation get the better of her.

She’d only been in Paris for four days, and she was already very much over it. Some years, she was excited to participate in these European fashion weeks, but this year, everything seemed to annoy her; the small talk, the endless cheek kissing, the rude waiters who pretended not to understand English…not to mention, no matter how nice her hotel was, nothing was as good as her memory foam mattress back home. And so far the fashion had been quite disappointing. Definitely not worth a  7 hour flight. Even the hook-ups were average at best.

Bianca rubbed her temple. She was tired and cranky and irritable and wished Adore was there so that she could taunt her and spread the misery around, but her sister was off galivanting with Pearl fucking Liaison of all people.

And then suddenly, a light appeared at the end of the tunnel, in the form of Miss Fame, standing in the corner dressed in a glorious cream and ivory ensemble from head to toe. Bianca grinned deviously, striding up to her friend.

A foot away from Fame, Bianca “stumbled” and pretended to spill red wine down the back of Fame’s jacket.

“Oh no!” she cried. “Your outfit, it’s ruined! I’m so sorry!”

Fame gasped and looked up at Bianca with eyes blazing, clenching her teeth.

Bianca had wanted to keep the ruse going a little longer, but she couldn’t keep a straight face and burst out laughing, patting Fame on the shoulder.

“Sorry Blondie, I’m totally fucking with you. Nothing spilled.” Bianca wiped the tears from her eyes.

“Such a comedian. Was that fun for you?” Fame’s voice was scolding, but her eyes glittered with mischief. She would never admit it out loud, but she loved the way Bianca teased her.

They leaned in to greet each other properly and Bianca gave Fame the exaggerated European-style air kisses.

“It really was. A much-needed pick me up.”

“What’s wrong?” Fame asked, her gray eyes turning soft.

“I’m in hell. I miss my bed and my dogs and this season looks boring as fuck. Present company excluded, of course.”

“Of course.”

“And the worst part…”

“Worse than a boring season?” Fame asked, feigning shock.

“Yes.” Bianca leaned in closer to confide in her. “Your mistress? Is fucking my sister.”

“And?” Fame asked benignly, her face placid.

“You don’t care?” Bianca asked, a bit incredulous.

“It’s none of my business who she fucks, Bianca. She’s not a pet.”

“Wow, you’re so evolved.” Bianca tossed back her wine with an exaggerated eye roll. “Thanks for the help.”

“Well, what would you like me to do?”

“You could start by threatening to fire her if she hurts Adore.”

“That sounds a bit illegal, dear.”

“Ughhh…”

“Don’t worry so much. Adore’s an adult, she’ll be fine. Pearl’s very good in bed.”

“Great.” Bianca rolled her eyes, swiping a glass of champagne from a passing waiter.

Fame laughed, pressing a kiss to Bianca’s cheek before noticing Raja signalling her from across the room. “I better go see what Raj wants. Cheer up, B, and thanks for the heart attack.”

Bianca accepted Miss Fame’s tight hug. “Whatever. Thanks for being useless as always. Love you.”

Miss Fame giggled, releasing Bianca and waving flirtatiously as she walked away.

[jaehyunsuh]

back 2 u (am 01:27); jaehyun // part 2

part 1

"Whenever you need me

stop looking for me, however you want,

there's no room for you anymore,

this is already over."

series: songs for you🌃

REQUESTS ARE: OPEN

author's note: this was written from jaehyun's pov so it would be more interesting that way. I want to try different feelings and pov's with this series so i hope you like it ♡

—pairing: jaehyun x reader

—genre: au/ office! au ??/ friends to lovers/ fluff

—words count: 1.9k

summary: 2 months ago has passed since Jaehyun ended his relationship with his now ex girlfriend, Jessica . He really loved her a lot and even thought she was the girl that was gonna marry him and be together for a long time, but he was disappointed one more time. Jessica was a really nice girlfriend for some time, but after 2 years of relationship she changed. Jaehyun was so in love that thought it was romantic at first, but after many discussions and bad nights he found out it wasn't good for him and decided to end it, now she is begging to him to love her back but Jaehyun needs to find his own way... will he go back to her? Or will he move on and find someone else?

since the day Jessica told Jaehyun he was cheating on him he started to feel really hurt. Yes, he wanted to get out of that toxic relationship but he was still thinking about all the time she played with him and took advantage of him. The last phrase she said kept repeating in his head the countless nights he cried himself to sleep. He felt sad for her, Jessica seemed like such a nice and genuine girl that would love him no matter what, but at the end the money and status was more important.

also he felt sad for himself, what was wrong with him? Isn't he good enough? Is he not worth it? Is he just a pretty face? Those were the thoughts that consumed him every single night and day, making him disappointed, hopeless and lonely.

he was now free from that toxic relationship but things didn't end up being as happy as he thought, he felt empty and insecure about himself. He really needed someone that could truly love him and tell him everything was gonna be okay. 

he now could go out with his friends but it wasn't how he imagined in the past. The few times they went out he would just drink until he was completely wasted and even cried a couple time. His friends tried to help him and make him feel better, but it wasn't enough, he needed something or someone that could bring a new energy and vibe to his life.

Jaehyun enters his office and places his jacket on the back of his chair. He doesn't know how has he been able to work and give good results on the recent months, he has been so distracted and upset that he doesn't even wants to get up of bed and go to work, but he does it anyway, gathering all of the energy he can. He starts working on his computer when he hears the door knock.

"Come in." He rolls his eyes, he really doesn't want to see anyone for the rest of the decade but he was to keep a nice attitude.

"Good morning Mr. Jung." Jaemin, one of the secretaries in the company, greets him with his characteristic wide smile. 'Does he never feels sad?' Jaehyun says to himself.

"Good morning Jaemin, how have you been?" Jaehyun smiles nicely, he can't be rude even if he tries his best.

"Great! Thanks for asking. Y/n come in!" A cute girl wearing a white buttons shirt, black pants that made her body look great and nice high heels. Jaehyun starts to feel sweat and feel a little flustered? Why is he being like this? He doesn't knows this girl.

"Mr. Jung, this is y/n your new assistant." She extends her hand to Jaehyun and he still startled but proceeds to shake her hand.

"Nice to meet you, Sir." She smiles.

"Nice to meet you too, Mrs. Y/n." He is surprised by how nervous his voice sound and he feels lime y/n and Jaemin can see his sweat.

"Y/n is on her last year of marketing and she came here to experiment the whole environment of business." Jaemin explains excited.

"Well, i will leave you alone now, if you need anything just let me know." Jaemin smiles and walks out the door.

"Well, y/n welcome to the company! Everyone here is really nice and the pay is good!" The both laugh.

"It's cool that you wanted to be familiarized with part of your career, i will try to make your work easy as possible, i promise."

"Thank you Sir. I will work really hard and learn a lot from you." She gives a nice smile and Jaehyun feels how his heart starts beating faster.

"Oh, you don't have to call me sir! You can call me Jaehyun." He says unconsciously being flirtly.

"But in front of the big bosses just call me Mr. Jung. I'm not a sir, how old are you?" He asks confused.

"I'm 25."

"It's totally okay then, you are just two years younger than me." They both laugh and give love eyes to each other.

the past few weeks with y/n were great. Jaehyun wasn't what was happening but since had such a nice vibe he felt comfortable and happy whenever she was around. She was a really good worker as well, he made Jaehyun manage his time and schedule even better and helped him in tons of stuff and she did a great job. 

He felt weird that since he met her, now he feels so motivated when he wakes up at 6am to go to work, and even on the days he has to stay late in the office, he isn't bothered anymore since he has such an a amazing company. He was starting to feel a lot better now, but he was afraid to get closer to y/n and open up to her since all of the previous situations. He really wanted to ask her out and take her on a date, get to know her better, but also, what if she thinks weird of him? What if she doesn't feels the same? At this point not even Jaehyun himself knows what's going on, but he likes it.

either way, there's tiny part of his heart that doesn't lets him, give an opportunity in love. He stills missed Jessica somehow, maybe not her, but all the past experiences and moments. Those couldn't get out his head and i was frustrating him so much, he was the one that decided it was the best to end that relationship but as soon as it happened he felt so lost that if Jessica came back saying sorry, as and idiot he would have forgive her. Thank god it didn't happen because he was going to make a fool out himself.            

after 2 months of a difficult heartbreak and having a hard time, it's 1:27am and Jaehyun hears his phone ringing. He always leaves his phone on, and since it's friday night he is watching a movie so he is awake. He grabs the phone confused thinking about who could be calling him so late at night. His heart starts beating faster, he suddenly feels a little nauseous, nervous, he even feels like he is sweating cold.

his eyes open in surprise finding out the person calling is Jessica. A part of him doesn't wants to pick up and just ignore it, but a tiny part of him feels so nostalgic and lost that just wants to pick up and say 'yes, let's go back together'. He takes a deep breath a proceeds to take the call, wishing this goes our well for him, not making him do any mistakes.

"He-hello?" A sobbing voice can be heard from the other side of the phone. Jaehyun gulps and decides to talk back.

"Hi, Jessica?."

"Jae, I'm so sorry for being such a b*tch with you. I really everything i did and how i made you feel all those years. I was such an idiot for letting you go and throwing this whole relationship away." She says while still crying, Jaehyun felt like something was off from thia sudden call. At beginning he was a little excited ?? About it, but now it all seems weird. Did Jessica really changed suddenly?

"I'm sorry, but why are you calling me this late?" He asks expecting not to hear what he thinks.

"Oh yeah, i'm sorry. I've been crying all night and didn't even realize what time is it. Well, basically, my now ex boyfriend broke up with me." Jaehyun rolls his eyes and sighs annoyed.

"Jessica, do you think I'm a joke? I've been the best boyfriend i can for the past years and now you just come back to me just because you are now alone."

"Jae, baby, it's not like that. I just realized you are the right one for me." Jaehyun interrupts her.

"Jessica, goodbye. I'm sorry, but i can't keep like this." He lays in his bed and places his hands in his head out of frustration.

for the past few weeks Jessica has been calling every night, even sending texts and everything. Every single night Jaehyun feels more miserable and confused. Did Jessica really change and he should give her an opportunity? Or will she break his heart one more time? Those were the thoughts that were going on in his head daily, until he was having dinner with his coworkers and saw Jessica being really flirty and touchy with another guy at the other side of the restaurant.

he stares at his ringing phone again and he just keeps playing with it in between his hands thinking it he should answer or not. After hesitating for a while he answers and hears the voice of his ex girlfriend on his ear.

"Jae."

"Jessica, stop it. Don't try to look like a victim, like you regret it all, i saw you a couple days ago on a date with a guy. Do you think i deserve this? What goes on with you that you want to keep playing with people's heart. I'm sorry but I'm not going back to you." He hangs up the phone before even letting her talk again and stares at the ceiling one more time trying to composed his confused mind.

he goes back to the office on friday, with no energy of showing a nice attitude to anyone and not wanting to see anyone either. He is sitting in his desk chair, when he sees the beautiful honey eyed girl entering the door, he feels how his whole body, mind and mood flips upside down and he can't help but laugh to himself.

maybe love wasn't that hard, he met y/n a moth ago and even if it seemed rushed, he felt already so happy whenever she was around. He spent many night confused between if he should give Jessica an opportunity or if he should ask y/n out. He felt dumb for even considering having something with Jessica once again when y/n just demonstrated to be the nicest girl ever.

"Jaehyun, are you feeling okay?" Y/n looks at him worried, trying to figure him out.

"Uhm, no, no. I mean yes! Why? What do you mean?" Y/n smiles at seeing her boss being so funny without wanting to. He laughs back when he realizes the beautiful smile he has in front of him.

"Nothing, you just looked a little bit down, that's it."

"No, don't worry it's nothing. I just didn't felt so good last night." He gives a warming smile and y/n nods.

everyday with y/n felt great, but today was a little bit different. He felt like a teenage that was flustered because his crush noticed him. When y/n asked if he was okay, he felt a whole zoo in his stomach. How could she be so perfect by doing so little stuff? After a few hours of just talking about work, Jaehyun suddenly felt like saying something to y/n.

"Y/n?" 

"Yes, Jaehyun?" 

"Why if you let me take you on a date and i tell you why was i feeling down?" Jaehyun bites his lower lip playfully but also feeling nervous to see if she was going to accept his proposal.

"Wow, Jaehyun, i don't even know what to say." She laughs and her cheeks start turning red, and Jaehyun finds it adorable.

"Yes, i would love to go on a date with you, so we can talk about a few more things as well." Y/n's mood suddenly turned a little bit flirty and teasing which definitely let Jaehyun be even more excited about tonight.      

[tdpholidayexchange]

(the war is over) and we are beginning

Here is @wordswithdragons​ gift to @sunflowercandie​!  Summary:  Janai doesn't know much of peace. Neither does Amaya. But maybe, with each other's help, they could learn.

It's a breezy summer day in Lux Aurea when Janai realizes that constant military checkups are no longer necessary. It'd been one of her most rigorous duties as a General — armour, soldiers, patrols, bunk inspection and keeping the forges lit and weapons hot — so important, in fact, it had taken time before her sister had trusted her to oversee it alone.

The war has been over for six months now. With Katolis and Duren the two kingdoms most aligned with the Peace Effort, Janai had felt safe in ordering most of her troops to come back and help Lux Aurea rebuild. Others had stayed at the Breach to help reopen it. The young king of Katolis forges ahead a new world of peace, the brave Moonshadow girl captain of the new Dragonguard with her mage by her side.

Khessa's monument and markers of all those who fell to the Dark Mage's conquest finally finished and gleaming under the eternal sun of Lux Aurea.

Free time is not something Janai is accustomed to. For the past thirty-five years, if she wasn't fighting in the war or training then she was thinking about doing so. She doesn't know what to fill it with, beyond letters. Letters to the other elven leaders (Moonshadow settlements are particularly difficult to find) as Queen Zubeia has asked for her help in negotiating peace on this side of the border. Letters to the Breach, to General... to Amaya.

Something simmers low and warm and light in her chest, at the thought of Amaya. Janai isn't quite sure why — even if she speculates, suspects, dreads, what the truth may be — but if she's being perfectly honest, she tries not to think about it as much as possible. She is busy and has other things to focus on. Or at least, she used to.

Amaya is easy to think of. Easy to smile at, even if it's just upon receiving a letter. The other woman keeps her notified of the goings on at the Breach, the restoration and building. Of letters Janai should be expecting from Amaya's nephew, Ezran, and some of his political squabbles. Moments in the Pentarchy when it doesn't hurt to have the Sunfire Queen throw her weight the tiniest bit more behind Katolis as a firm reminder to Evenere, Neolandia, and Del Bar that neither of their kingdoms are to be trifled with too heavily.

The young king of Katolis is a sweet boy, Janai knows, his older brother of similar calibre. Amaya is lucky to have them and they are lucky to have Amaya.

It's been six months since her sister—the last of her family—passed and it is hardly any easier.

A headache, or maybe grief, threatens to overtake her, as she stands on one of the Inner Sanctum's many balconies overlooking her golden city. She needs a distraction of some kind. Something productive. She wonders if Amaya has been struggling, when her duties die down for the day. Neither of them know much of peace and the younger generation like her nephews had not lived long enough to truly know a future with only war, before hope inspired them to step toward another path.

Perhaps it is time for her to find a new one too, beyond being queen.

"Kazi."

The translator is in Lux Aurea's high library when Janai approaches them from behind. They startle and straighten up, wheeling around. "Your Radiance," they greet, bowing and saluting, "my apologies, I did not hear—"

"Yes," Janai cuts them off. Then becomes awkward. She's used to giving commands as a general, about war, not as queen, about people nearly as much. And she does want this to be a request. She knows that Kazi is busy, especially as more humans and elves must merge the language breach between their peoples. Kazi has been hard at work contributing to Queen Aanya's project. "That is rather the point."

Kazi's eyebrows rise behind their circular spectacles. "Your Radiance?"

"Your..." Garlaf, why can Janai only remember the foolish name Kazi had given it, instead of its proper one? "Finguistics," she settles, gritting her teeth. "How does it work?"

Kazi blinks. They take a tiny step forward. "You wish to learn Katolian Sign Language?"

"I..." Janai snaps her mouth shut. She's won battles. She's won a war. She should not be foolish and... hesitant, about this. She's being silly. "Yes. It seems like a productive use of time."

"Of course, Your Radiance," Kazi says. Then pauses. "Er, would you like to begin right now?"

Janai smooths herself out internally. "Ideally," she says, "but we can re-commune if I have interrupted a portion of your, ah, project."

"I was looking to take a break soon anyway," Kazi replies with a slight smile. "We may begin now if you wish."

Something in her shoulders ease. This conversation was never a battle—at least not with Kazi, but with herself and her pride, perhaps—and she's won it, now. "Yes. That would be my preference."

Kazi fetches a scroll and then comes back to her by the windows and they each take a seat in a chair. Kazi flips open the book and she sees diagrams inside. "For you to practice on your own," they explain. "It will take time to learn."

Janai supposes she has nothing but time now. "That is alright," she relents.

"You are not, by any chance, seeing the General soon, are you?" Kazi asks.

Janai starts. "General?"

"The human. Amaya."

"No," Janai says, a tad shortly. Maybe even sharply. "Why?"

"No reason," Kazi says quickly, holding up their hands. "It will just be nice that you will be able to communicate, the next time she is in Lux Aurea."

Janai settles. That warm feeling in her chest is back, but this time it's comforting rather than constricting. "Yes," she relents, easing. "I suppose it will."

It's been a long time since Amaya was able to go a party. She thinks, idly, that the last one she may have attended good and proper—away from Breach barracks and at the castle, for a party on this scale was a celebration for Ezran's birth. It's fitting, then, that this next one is Ezran's celebration of the one year anniversary of the Last Battle. A year of peace, he says.

Amaya just wishes she knew what to do with it.

Other than, perhaps, staring at Janai. he Sunfire queen is in attendance, as a show of political goodwill, she supposes, and looks stunning in her high collared gown of gold. It's sleek with sharp edges, leaving her arms bare, and matches the rigid lines of her markings perfectly. A few of her delegates are with her, and Janai doesn't smile often, but when she does, she outshines the sun.

Amaya wishes too that she could be poetic more in person than just in her head. Because she and Janai are friends, she knows. You don't go through everything that they had—trust and battle and loss—without becoming friends of some sort. They held hands in front of the Dragon Queen. They've exchanged letters, snippets of their personal lives amid political dealings. Favourite dishes and friends. Nor is this the first time they've seen each other since the end of the war. She'd been pleasantly surprised a few months ago, when Janai had visited the Breach for a checkup, at her fluidity with Katolian sign language. She'd seen them both Wandering through whatever peace is, neither of them well suited for it.

But Amaya has always been used to taking the first step, anyway.

So she marches over, purpose astride her steps, blue gown swishing around her until she reaches Janai. The queen looks up, pleasant surprise flashing in her eyes. "General," she signs. Her few delegates disperse and Amaya tries not to read too much into it. If anything, relative privacy will make this easier.

Amaya inclines her head, smiling, and then signing quickly before she holds out her her hand. "Would you like to dance?"

Janai fumbles, then signs, "I... am not much of a dancer."

It makes sense, Amaya thinks. Only Moon magic seems to rely much on dancing, and the Sunfire elves were always so military minded. All the more reason for a bit of fun. Janai is always especially pretty when she smiles. Amaya keeps her hand outstretched, beckoning her closer with a flick of her fingers. Playful, a little flirty. Reminiscent of the gesture they each did to one another, at the outpost battle what feels like a lifetime ago, even if it's only a year and few weeks.

They're both so changed now, and maybe not changed enough.

Janai hesitates and then takes her hand. Amaya holds it tight and guides her into a waltz. The music is a marriage of strings, lutes and violins mostly, with some flutes. It's pretty—almost as pretty as the woman in her arms, Amaya thinks. They both laugh when they catch sight of Ezran giggling and dancing with Bait, the glow toad being gently swayed, and Callum and Rayla dancing better than Amaya has ever seen her nephew manage, with his two left feet.

Amaya enjoys dancing to an extent. When the music is soft a little slow, she sees other couples talking, but knows that's not possible for her. It's a little annoying sometimes, but she's used to it.

And looking at Janai, who meets her gaze, eyes warm like firelight, she thinks she doesn't mind at all. Just looking is enough.

Janai squeezes her hands once the dance is over. "Thank you, General."

Part of Amaya wants to ask for one more, mostly to see if Janai would let her have it, but she's also aware of the political implications at an event like this, with elven leaders and diplomats from the Pentarchy here in equal measure. One dance is innocent. Two is noticeable. And three indicates courtship, typically.

She and Janai are friends, Amaya knows. But she isn't sure if they're more. And if the answer is no, she isn't sure she wants to find out, and let the fire in her chest die. At least, not yet.

So Amaya lets go (and she doesn't).

Dear Janai, she reads in the General's tidy scrawl, one crisp autumn afternoon.

Callum has his sight set on the Sun Arcanum next and is requesting to stay in Lux Aurea for the next few months while he looks to forge a connection. I would feel best if he stayed at your palace, as Rayla will be unable to be by his side the whole time, and while his Sky and Moon magic are fierce, I know that the elves of Lux Aurea are some of the most well trained in the world. If some took issue to him being there, it may be worrisome.

I wish—and trust—for you to look after him in some capacity while he is there. I am sorry in advance if he gets into trouble on account of his curiosity. As his aunt, I can assure you it is an occupational hazard.

Yours, Amaya

So that is how Janai finds herself housing the Prince of Katolis in her palace. At sixteen he's still skinny and bright and curious, but Janai can see Amaya in him. The gentle slope of his smile and mischievous streak. His daring, too, and bravery. He explains to her one night over dinner that he was never much of a swordfighter, but somehow Janai is not surprised. He seems like his aunt, in that way too: a shield. A protector and defender ever more than an attacker.

"My aunt really likes you," Callum says on his last night in Lux Aurea. They're sitting out together on one of the balconies. She's grown fond of the kid. Sparred with him once in the courtyard with her sunforge blade. Steered him away from the Purification or the Light in his hopes of connecting to the Sun primal. In turn, he helped her learn even more sign language and dropped some hints about his aunt—favourite flower, that sort of thing—that Janai definitely did not commit to memory, not at all.

Janai itches to ask how. Then finds herself a little perturbed at a boy less than half her age seemingly trying to give her relationship advice. "I know I was scared to put things out in the open with Rayla," he continues, smiling a little at the mention of his girlfriend. "So she ended up making the first move, and even then I still messed up, but... It all worked out okay." He catches Janai's eye. "When something feels right, you should try to trust it. It can't hurt to try."

He slips off to bed soon after, leaving her rather flabberghasted. Janai bows her head as she sits under the stars, night slow and short in the golden city.

The boy may have a point, she begrudgingly admits. But what to do with it?

Callum is heading to the Breach in the morning to visit his aunt, before furthering to Katolis to see his brother. He'll double back with his wings to make his way back to Rayla in Xadia, she knows. Flying is faster than almost any type of travel and he is talented at it.

So Janai pens a letter and hands it to him in the morning. "For your aunt," she says, and he takes it with a kind hearted grin.

She's nervous while she waits the next few days, knowing it will take a little while for Amaya to open it, longer for her reply to arrive. Nervous because Janai knows what Amaya will found written on it, when she does.

Come to Lux Aurea. Please.

Amaya does. She shows up in her General's outfit—old habits die hard—and with news of her kingdom. Soren, the slightly daft but well meaning boy they'd fought in battle with, looks out for Ezran as well as Amaya could have hoped. Callum passed on his merry way through the restored Breach and will be going back to Xadia in a week.

Janai only processes about half of all that Amaya says, though, because her brain fails to function exactly right when the general scoops her up in a bear hug upon greeting. Just when Janai thinks she knows all there is to know about heat, Amaya comes and proves her wrong.

"And how are you?" Amaya asks, fingers flexing as they walk through the golden courtyards. Janai is glad they are not discussing the twin-tailed inferno-tooth tiger in the room yet. Why did you ask me to come? and Why did you? in equal measure.

They pass under Khessa's monument and Janai's gaze drifts. "I am well," she says, glad that Amaya cannot hear the sudden tightness in her voice. What would her sister think of this? Of Janai hesitantly courting a human? She knows what Khessa would think. She'd dismiss it outright, call her a fool. Forbade Amaya from standing where she is right now, where she very much deserves to be, because Janai wants her to be.

Wants her to be here with her.

Amaya's grip is gentle when she takes her hand for a brief squeeze, before she lets go. "Come on," she signs, lips curling. "Show me around. I did not get to see much of the city my first time here."

Janai rolls her eyes in good nature. "That is because you were a prisoner," she says, smiling.

"Of course," Amaya says, cheekily, but Janai is not about to deny her request.

She shows her the balconies and courtyards, the great waterfalls outside of the Inner Sanctum as a day trip and they have a picnic beside the rushing blue. She shows her the throne room proper, hears the slight sigh of relief Amaya emits when she sees the Light is no longer there (not only because the Dark Mage had stolen it, but also because Janai has not had the heart to replace it; it was never one of her favourite practices).

Finally, they come across the Royal Tapestry Hall. Janai explains her family tree as they walk along the tapestries of gold and brown and red, lingering on her grandmother and her sister near the end.

"We have a similar place in Katolis," Amaya explains when Janai looks at her. "Each royal family has a portrait made, and there is the Valley of Graves. That is where my sister rests."

Janai turns more fully to face her. Amaya has mentioned her sister before—older by a few years, like Khessa; felled in battle, although Janai doesn't know the details; someone Amaya misses every day—but never in anything but letters. Janai purses her lips. "Does it get easier?" she asks.

"Define easy," Amaya nearly jokes.

Janai's lips twitch. "I suppose it is like peace and war," she muses, mostly to leave Amaya more to her thoughts, if she wishes to be. "It has been over a year now and I still struggle with it."

"Better to struggle with peace than with war," Amaya says wisely and Janai nods to give her a point. Amaya looks up at the tapestry of Khessa. "Was she a good queen?"

"Define good." That does make Amaya smile now, even as Janai sobers. "My sister was," she elaborates, looking up at the tapestry. "But she was also cruel. She could see the worth in humans." Janai looks at Amaya. "She could not see the insurmountable worth in you."

Pink stains Amaya's cheeks, but for the first time, their held gaze feels steady. Like they both know exactly what is being communicated, and it is both exactly what they want. "Thank you," Amaya says. "Your trust in those days—over Viren, over your troops—meant much to me."

Janai wants to take her hand, but she has a feeling they're not done, yet.

Amaya turns away from the tapestry and Janai follows as they walk down the hall. "My sister was always far more suited for political life than I was, even if we were both warriors," she explains.

"From what I've heard of your sister from you and your nephews, she was a warrior, same as you," Janai says. "With honour."

"She was. And it suited each of us. I was already a top general before she married the king. I was very glad it wasn't me," she says, smiling. "Obvious reasons notwithstanding, as Harrow was not my type, but... I never wanted to be queen," Amaya admits.

"I hope in peacetimes you are not as opposed," Janai says, signing before she can lose her nerve. She watches Amaya's expression, the general caught off guard, before the gears grind behind her beautiful eyes, and comprehension breaks over her face, then, soft and bright as the dawn.

Amaya smiles the way she did years ago, when Janai took her hand in the Dragon Queen's cave. "I suppose not," she says, and then takes Janai's hand again. This time they lace their fingers through, fingers fitting together like when Amaya took her hand to save her life.

They still don't feel finished, now. It feels like a beginning.

Janai doesn't plan on ever letting go.

[all-things-skam]

Sander and Robbe cute date pleaaaaseeee

Title: First date, take two

Ship: Wtfock | Robbe Ijzerman + Sander Driesen (Sobbe)

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Life had been intense and frenzied these past weeks, but they had made it through. Sander was doing better, finally getting out of bed and back to his old energetic self. It had been difficult, but with Robbe by his side, it was easier to see the light at the end of the dark tunnel.

Things were getting brighter for Robbe, too. He wasn't feeling as paranoid anymore when going outside past 10pm, finally capable to hold Sander's hand in the bus or less crowded streets.

''My mom is coming home next week.''

Sander's eyes snapped up from the menu, grinned at his boyfriend. ''Is she?'' he asked excitedly. 

Robbe's mother was still a soft subject to talk about, a fresh scar on his heart, but Sander never forced Robbe to say more than he wanted to. Every time Robbe bringed her up, Sander would listen and try to be there for him, help with the best of his abilities. Even it it meant being his shoulder to cry on.

Robbe nodded, a smile curving on his lips. ''Yeah. The doctor said she was doing good enough to come home. She'll have to see her therapist twice a week, but at least she’ll get out of that place''

''That's good. Just in time for Christmas. I’m so happy for you two''

The holiday music suddenly felt louder and more present inside the café, causing a nervous knot to form in Robbe's stomach.

Christmas was Robbe's mom's favorite holiday. She loved Christmas. She loved decorating the house with colorful, bright lights, the Christmas carols, putting tons of baubles and ornaments on their tree. Everything. She wasn't the greatest cook, but she'd put all her love and heart into the Christmas dinner - which didn't turn out that bad as long as she followed the recipe.

The past two Christmases hadn't been the greatest for the Ijzermans. With Robbe's mom's mental health going downhill, the holiday had gone under the rug. No tree, no presents and no Christmas dinner. To top it off, Robbe's dad, selfish as always, had even skipped last Christmas, claiming he had a work emergency at his office - a new code for his new girlfriend.

This year, Robbe had vowed to himself to give his mom a better Christmas. And, since the holiday season was about family and love, why not take a step forward into his and Sander's relationship?

''About that...'' Robbe scratched the collar of his neckline, preparing himself for his grand request. ''This year is going to be a quiet Christmas - just my Mom and I. So, I was wondering if you'd like to join us for dinner on the 24th? Nothing fancy, just me and my mom… and the brand-new Christmas tree.'' He let out a nervous chuckle.

It was the first time Robbe wanted to introduce someone - other than Jens - to his mom and it made him nervous to the core. When Sander met his dad, it didn't go well, and Robbe was hoping it wouldn’t be the same with his mom. He could feel his heart wanting to break at the thought of the two of them, the people he loved the most in this world, not getting along.

Eyebrows pulled, Sander stared at Robbe, uncertain. ''You want me to meet your mom?'' 

''Yes. If you don't want to, that's okay. I don't want you to feel compelled to meet her. Am I going too fast? Maybe it's too soon? I haven't even met your parents yet-'' 

''Robbe,'' Sander stopped him. He reached to grab Robbe's hands over the table, holding them in his. ''I'd love to meet your mom.'' 

Blinking, warmth filled the brunet's heart, eyes sparkling with joy. ''For real?'' 

Sander nodded, his soft chuckle filling the air between them. ''Yes, for real. I'd be honoured to meet her.''

It was their first date since they had gotten back together, and it felt good to go out again, just the two of them. No more Milan walking in without knocking nor Zoe playing the big sister and making sure everyone had eaten at least one healthy meal a day. Their intentions were kind, but Robbe missed spending time alone with Sander.

A waitress came over, taking their orders - just deserts for tonight - and left with a promise to return soon with their plates.

Robbe learned that it was a Sander thing to not follow the rules or do things conventionally. Like getting him naked before their first kiss. Or calling Robbe the love of his life without having taken a proper look to each other before. 

While they waited for their food, Sander flipped his paper placemat and started sketching with the stray pen he had found in his pocket. Robbe told him about his day, Aaron's latest flirting fail with Amber making them both laugh.

Sander couldn't believe he was there with Robbe, that he had gained his heart - again. It felt unreal. The last time they were in that café, Robbe had been so cold to him, which was understandable - he had fucked up really bad by kissing Britt. It was the biggest mistake he had made in his life, and he swore to himself to never take Robbe for granted again. He might've given him a second chance, but Sander doubted there would be a third one. 

Concentrated on his art piece, Sander almost forgot about their order, snapping out of his artistic bubble when he felt something sticky on his face. He looked up from the paper placemat and caught Robbe's mischievous smile, a chocolate covered finger right in front of his lips, about to make the evidence of the crime disappear. 

''Robbe!'' 

''Food's here,'' the latter announced innocently, licking his finger clean. 

Sander put his pen down and reached for a napkin on the table to wipe his cheek. ''Yeah, I felt it.'' 

Robbe grinned, amused, diving his fork into his cake. 

Despite his grown up facade, Robbe was such a child inside - especially once you get to know him. He’s usually so shy around others, self conscious about being a bother or annoying, but with Sander he let free all sides of his personality. 

Including his childish side. 

They ate their sweet treat quietly, stealing touches and flirty glances in the corner of the café, starting slow with the public display of affection. Between bites, Sander tried to lean over the table for a kiss, but Robbe pulled back, letting him kiss his hand instead.  

Small steps.

''Can I see?'' Robbe asked, nodding at the drawing, black pen forgotten by his drink. 

Sander hummed, swallowing his bite, and turned the paper placemat in Robbe's direction, revealing his quick art piece. It wasn't an elaborated sketch like the other ones, just some rough scribbles of Robbe's features. 

Robbe smiled, always amazed by his boyfriend’s skills. ''At this rhythm, I won't have room on my walls to put them,’’ he teased. 

''You could give this one to your mom? As a prelude for the dinner,'' Sander suggested, cocking an eyebrow. He bit his lip and shrugged. ‘’It’s not a chef d’oeuvre, but I could draw the two of you on Christmas dinner? I can bring my art supplies and make it really good so your mom can hang it up or something.’’  

The only family pictures they have in the house were taken years ago with baby Robbe and his dad. After everything that happened, it would be nice to have an updated version of their family. Or, what was left of it. 

And, not to brag, but Sander was really skilled with his hands. Artistically. So, there was no doubt that his mom would love it.  

Robbe nodded in approval. ‘’I think she’d like that.’’

‘’If she’s anything like her son, she’ll be mind blown by my drawings.’’ Sander laughed nervously, trying to hide his anxiety that formed at the officialisation of meeting Robbe’s mom. ‘’Some bring flowers and wine, I make drawings.’’

‘’She’ll love it. Better than flowers,’’ the brunet assured.

Sander’s lips turned up into a crooked grin. ''Flowers are ephemeral. Drawings lasts forever...like us.'' He winked at Robbe who scrunched his face, cringing at the cheesiness.

[imawkwardandhereweare]

Project: Mistletoe

A/N: I don’t even know anymore, I said to myself lets do something nice and cute uno, switch up my uncreative self, and then I get this SHIt. I’ve never done a reader insert before so yeyeyeyeyeyeyey. Ew anyways I’m so awkward, have fun with this.

Pairing: Sirius x Potter!reader

Summary: Sirius and y/n have always had a different friendship. Is a kiss under the mistletoe the only thing it takes for them to finally realise their feelings for each other.

Warnings: fluff, swearing, Sirius trying to flirt but failing. usual stuff.

Word Count: 1,054 ew this is so short

When y/n first arrived at Hogwarts, she never expected to get so close to her brother’s friends. She was practically a sister to the other three members of the marauders. And they were exactly like annoying brothers.

So when Lily Evans told her one late night in the dorm room, that she was in love with Sirius Black, she called bullshit big time.

“I don’t!” y/n exclaimed to her dormmate.

Lily Evans glared at the girl's stubbornness, “I bet if you actually kissed him you’d admit it.”

y/n scrunched up her nose, “Ew! No! And where’d you get that idea?”

It was a pathetic attempt from Lily, but in her mind, if she planted the seed, it was only time when she admitted to herself and others. y/n huffed and got out of her bed, tying her h/c hair into a ponytail and making to her brother's dorm room, for what Lily could probably guess would be to whine about not sharing sweets.

“James,” y/n said, whining like a four-year-old.

“Oh look its Vixie!” a joking voice said.

y/n rolled her eyes as the door opened and Sirius opened the door.

“Hello Snuffles,” she said with a teasing voice.

“Prongs! You’re sisters being a git again!” Sirius shouted out.

“She always is!” responded James in the background and y/n could only guess the two chuckles came from Remus and Peter.

"Bloody tosser," mumbled y/n as she barged her way into the room.

The usual pigsty greeted her and she never really expected anything less from four guys.

She walked into the dormitory and jumped on her twin's bed causing him to groan as he was rudely awoken from his nap.

"Who let the fucking vermin in," he mumbled as he put his glasses on his face and blinked.

"She let herself in, mate and I can't exactly stop the little vixen, can I?" Sirius said with a flirty voice, making y/n sit up from the bed and whack him with one of Remus' books.

thwack

"Git."

"But you love it."

"Stop flirting! I can practically feel the sexual tension between you."

y/n glared at her brother and clapped her hands as if it would break the tension. "I'm going to get some food from the kitchens, anybody wants to come with?"

"As you're a knight in shining armour, I think it's my duty to protect the damsel," Sirius said with a teasing smile.

"I'm no damsel and you're more of a... knight in scruffy leather if I'm being honest."

And then they just stared at each other before Remus cleared his throat and the looks of adoration stopped.

"Well, I'd go but I think I'll leave you some... alone time," he said, wiggling his eyebrows making y/n burst out laughing.

"Sure," y/n said with a grin, "I'll make sure to bring no chocolates back for Remus."

"y/n!"

And so the plan began to form. For the next few weeks, the three marauders tried so hard to think of a way to get  Sirius and y/n to admit they liked each other. By the three marauders, it meant that James was being pouty that Remus was trying to set them up and Peter, who was just sitting there eating chocolate.

"I don't know what to do! And it's killing me, they pretend they don't want to snog, and they keep being all touchy, but fucking brush it off!" Remus ranted to Lily, on one of their perfect rounds, Lily grinned.

"Remus, what seasonal holiday is soon?"

Remus gasped and Lily let out a laugh, "Mistletoe!"

"I mean it's Christmas, but yes, that is what I was going for."

Remus looked at lily with a grin that could only mean one thing, the plan was complete and they had no idea if it was going to work. It was the day of the 'plan' to begin and y/n was wondering why the hell her brother was so much more grumpy in the mornings.

"Come on Prongsie, somebody had too much drink last night, eh?" Sirius joked and James looked at him. Without a word he raised his middle finger and flipped his closest friend off.  It wasn't long before Sirius burst out laughing, startling most of the great hall.

"Oh Prongsie, you definetly drank too much."

"Shut up Padfoot, you bloody git," grumbled James as he sipped on his pumpkin juice. 

After the amusing breakfast of James being " a pouty bitch" as y/n had dotingly said, they began to walk out of the hall and before y/n could process anything. She was frozen in her spot with Sirius in front of her.

"Merlin, what-" spluttered Sirius as he looked at y/n.

y/n took in a deep breath and as she opened her e/c eyes, the only word that could describe her look was murderous.

"REMUS!"

 y/n screeched scaring Sirius next to her as he admired with a sense of fear how quickly she could go from being a cute and adorable y/n to a hot and feisty-oh shit.

Maybe, just maybe, he kind of loved her?

Maybe.

It also didn't exactly help that they were stuck under a charmed mistletoe.

 It also didn't help how Sirius realised at the most horrible moment in time, that he liked y/n. 

Oh, he was so screwed.

"Um, y/n," Sirius said softly.

"What." She growled until she saw Sirius pointing up.

She looked to find mistletoe, a small spring that was shimmering down sparkles of magic. She knew it was charmed because the charm that was used was something she had Lily for help when she was pranking some Slytherins last week.

"Tossers," she mumbled as she looked up to Sirius, who was creepily staring into her eyes with some deep emotion. She suddenly remembered what Lily had said to her, I bet if you actually kissed him you’d admit it.

 And suddenly she didn't question when she pressed her lips to Sirius'. She didn't question when she kissed him with passion and teasingly sucked on his bottom lip, making him release a small moan. He tasted like cinnamon and pumpkin juice which she never expected to go well together, but she didn't care because she loved it right now.

 And right now, all she cared about was kissing some guy who she had extremely mixed emotions for.