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gemma-collins-ily · 2 years

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hi so you know this post? i was looking at all the things you were originally gonna do with it and i saw the hogsmeade with harry so i was just wondering if you could write that also with gof harry :) it’s really such a pain in the ass trying to find fics of him cuz he’s so criminally underrated </3

Going to Hogsmeade with Harry

a/n - I kinda forgot the gof part sorry bestie I really wrote this over a WHILE and didn't look at your request for a hot sec there's literally no mention of it being gof Harry😭✋

Warnings: drinks??? (butterbeer not alcohol) not sure what else???

sorry but the bestie takes forever to even ASK

doesn't matter if you are together, he's speaking to Ron at literal midnight

"Yeah, I know they'd probably say yes but would they really? 'Cause I did that really annoying thing last week and I don't know if they're holding a grudge!"

and at some point he even managed to get Ron doubtful of if you'd want to go

and they both have a mini crisis because Ron's just a little too invested in your love life after Harry has spoken about it for weeks

"Mate, to be honest, you're making me doubt them - which is odd because I've never really done that before, they obviously like you." "But do they lOVE ME enough to go with me?!?"

why's he acting like this is a proposal???

Ron has no clue but just goes along with it slightly

after a minute to pause, Ron gets the fantastic idea of going to see Hermione for help

kind of 'forgets' to tell Harry because Harry may have asked he didn't tell anyone

but Ron had kept the secret for WEEKS okay, cut him some slack

"So, if, uh, theoretically, someone with dark-ish hair and a holy scar on his forehead wanted to ask someone that he really likes to go to Hogsmeade, how would he... go about that?"

she shakes her head because girl WHAT are these boys doing

also, Ron is totally indiscreet and basically just told her over breakfast before Harry was there

and bess frenn was not quite using an indoor voice

he used a very shouty stage whisper

and now Ginny knows

and Ginny may or may not have told Neville in transfiguration

and Neville may or may not have told Cho in the greenhouse

and Cho may, okay, she definitely told Luna

who was kind of forgetful in the fact that you weren't meant to know

so, she mentions it whilst on a walk with you

"Harry wanted to take you to Hogsmeade, although now I'm not so sure. I heard about it on Monday so maybe it was a sudden impulse since he hasn't asked. What do you think?" "Well... I think I'll wait it out until he says something for now. Thanks, Luna."

okay so now she's done half his job for him

should be easy from then on, right?

wrong

and you really give him every opportunity

I mean EVERY

bestie is fumbling and you're stood there like ummm is he going to ask me out???

then one day you basically give up the pretence that you have no clue what's going on and straight up talk about it like you are already going together

"So, I'm thinking that when we go on Saturday, we should obviously go to Madam Puddifoot's because apparently she knows everyone's tea strength and milk to sugar ratio and whatever so that's really cool, and then-" "Huh? Did I ask last night because I don't really remember and I was really tired so I mean... I'm sure I would have woken right up if you had said yes though, so I'm not sure how I can't remember asking!" "Harry, you didn't. Until now, kind of, I guess. So, yes, Harry, I'll go with you to Hogsmeade and now we need to sort out where we're going. Talk later, yeah?"

woah

he's astounded

Ron hears about it in Potions through a note/several ones that have literally quoted what you said word for word

Hermione hears in Transfiguration from Harry and Ron, with the latter instantly telling her as soon as he walks up to her

now Ron and Hermione are basically Harry's therapists till Saturday

Neville is sat next to them whilst Harry's going off on a rant and has wide eyes whilst Ron and Hermione are like 'yup, this is nothing new, getting a bit bland'.

so, when Saturday comes and you wait in the Great Hall, Hermione literally runs up to you

"Take him away from us, like, now. I can't listen to any more from him and he keeps asking if his scarf is askew? Since when does he care?"

so you're off

he apologises for making you go through the tunnel to Hogsmeade and you tell him multiple times it's no problem

besides, it gives you privacy to hold hands and have him swing them whilst they're clasped together

bestie he hit your hand on the wall by accident and five minutes were spent with him asking if you were okay and examining your hand

when you finally get out of the tunnels and whatever you naturally gravitate to Madam Puddifoot's because Harry wants you to be happy with where you're going and you already mentioned it so it's the first stop

aww adorable

anyways

you and Harry swap drinks at a point even though they're meant to be tailored to you specifically not the person you're on a date with

but you swap to see what the other person likes even if you both end up pursing your lips at how sweet or not sweet the other person's is

you swap back and laugh together as you talk about practically anything

if you're a bookish person then you definitely stop by a book shop and Harry frowns as he sees an old book by Gilderoy Lockhart until you steer him away

he reads the blurb of every book you pick up because he wants to know what you like and you try to recommend books to each other

if you end up with a kinda big stack of books propped up by one arm while you look for others, he'll take half the pile no matter how many he already has

then oopsie daisy he accidentally pays for a few of them

"Harry, I could have paid myself! When do you want the money back by?" "You don't need to pay me back, Merlin knows I have enough money anyway, and you don't owe me anything, promise. If you're that worried you can pay me back whenever you want, I don't mind."

okay that earns him a hug with the bags of books looped around your arms

if you jostle a bag and he sees it has left a stripe on your arm from the handles or anything, he's taking the bag

asking first, of course

you go to the Three Broomsticks and drink butterbeer together or another drink and then try not to laugh at the froth that appears above each other's lips

"I see only one solution." "What's that?" "Obviously gotta get it off somehow." Then, he runs his thumb over your lip before saying, "Nope, don't think I got it off. Only one thing for it." Next, he's kissing you, something you eagerly return.

then a teacher walks in and since basically everyone knows Harry, basically everyone knows he's not supposed to be in Hogsmeade

you duck immediately

Harry's quizzical before he spots the teacher and drops to be under the table

he bumps his hand on the way

you facepalm before kissing his knuckles, claiming the classic 'a kiss will make it better'

he blushed before a look of disappointment crosses his face

"What is it?" you hiss from below the table, "Does it hurt more now that I did that, sorry." "No, no, it's great, never felt better! Just realised I could have done that in the tunnels. Missed opportunity." "It's never too late," you grin and raise an eyebrow, "I actually think it still stings, maybe you should return the favour, make it better." "I think I should, too." And he does, as you giggle together under the table in the Three Broomsticks on a Saturday, muffling laughs in each other's shoulders and hoping the teacher doesn't hear you.

it becomes a thing you do whenever you have free time on Saturdays and Harry isn't defeating someone or anything

after a while, Harry becomes less nervous for each date

but don't worry, they're all just as special as the first

that scene where there's snow in Hogsmeade?

yeah, you go together in winter too

you have snowball fights against Ron and Hermione

it's half so that they'll maybe actually get together finally and half because you and Harry really want to be on a team with each other

you make little bases which are just mini hills of snow you hide behind while you make snowballs to chuck

if you forget gloves, don't even worry, he's got a spare pair

there are some moments where Ron rolls his eyes at the displays of affection you two have

for example, once Harry didn't have spare gloves so he just made snowballs and guided you to put your hands on top of his and make them with him

cuties alert 🚨🚨🚨

another time is when you are scrambling across the snow to try to invade your opposition's base to pelt them with snowballs, you fall to the ground and Harry, who had been distracting them, rushes out to check on you

woah, sacrificing himself to the snowballs for you, that's true love

he leans over you as you flat on your back before you laugh and put your hands on his cheeks

he ignores the chill from your gloves sourced by making snowballs and grins down at you

just as he's about to kiss you, Ron hits the two of you with a snowball in the literal tiny gap between your lips

Hermione thwacks him (gently) and then the moment is sort of, but not really, over

so she joins Ron in chucking snowballs at you until they run out and literally just start gathering fistfuls of snow

Harry pushes over so that you're both on your sides facing each other but his back is to Romoine (I can't keep writing both their names again I'm sorry-) as he gets attacked with snowballs and is basically your shield

and he just chuckles every time he's hit before acting like he's wounded, asking you to kiss it better-

then, he signals for you to run as he grabs the invisibility cloak from his pocket and hands it to you

you know what he means and get up carefully, darting behind a little snow mound whilst Romoine are grabbing more snow armfuls

you sneak around in the cloak to your previous base and carry as many snowballs as you can manage in your arms until you stand behind the two

they couldn't see you weren't there since all they can see is Harry shuffling around and as silly as it sounds, it's a major tactic

you pat a snowball into the base of Ron's neck as he jumps and looks at Hermione

then, when he looks away, Hermione gets one there too

Hermione looks at Ron before practically tackling him, a new pyramid of snowballs set up by you and they don't stop to think about how they got there

you run back to Harry as he smiles

"Every person for themselves?" "Godric, no. Let's just wait to see how long they fight, it's funny."

when they realise it was you, Harry states 'all is fair in love and war' smugly before you two end up running, you trying to unfurl the cloak from where it lies over your arm and toss it over the both of you

like it would help cover the footprints in the snow but whatever

you run back to Hogwarts and sit in front of the fire together later, Harry and you sharing a blanket

if McGonagall sees you huddled together and wonders why you would have gone into the snow if Harry didn't have parental permission to Hogsmeade even when she already knows the answer, she says nothing

#harry james potter x reader #harry james potter x y/n #harry potter x reader #harry potter x you #harry potter imagine #harry potter fic #harry potter blurb #hp fanfic #hp x reader #hp x y/n #hjp #harry james potter #harry potter headcanon #harry potter thoughts

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the-innumerable-heroes · 3 months

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@marvelmyriad [T O: Jamie Barnes 911 verse]

[2147 I:I 9:47pm] Karen Williams was also working late. She seemed to be in her own little world growling at her computer, while neurotically looking at her phone. Virgil suspected that it was Hen wondering where she was and if she was okay. I guess that's the price one pays for being in a relationship with a first responder. "Hey! Yo Karen. Breathe girl. Is that geek box giving ya troubles? Want me to come take a look?" Virgil said loudly from the other side of the room with a chuckle. Karen looks up and at Virgil in that daze that one only gets from being pulled out of their hype fixation. "Huh? Wha...? Oh. No I'm good. Think I'm calling it a night anyway. Hen wants me home." Karen shook her head and smiled. Karen closed her laptop and started gathering her notes. Virgil smiled and shrug. "All-right. No worries. See ya tomorrow, I guess. Tell Hen, What's up for me." Turning his gaze back to his own laptop to finish the project that he was working on, which wasn't much, only trying to figure out a bug in the programing for a robot that the lab was working on that could help astronauts while floating around in zero gravity. "Will do, Virg! We'll have to get together again soon!." Karen yells back as she hurries out the doors. Virgil hears the sound of Karen locking the doors and begins focusing on his work. [2223 I:I 10:23pm] Virgil had done what Virgil does and he hyper fixated on fixing the bug to the point that he didn't know how much time had passed since Karen locked up. Wait. Did Karen lock up? Virgil was pretty sure that she had. Virgil shook his head and chuckled to himself. Distractions. Ugh. C R A S H! The sound of breaking glass. Okay. Virgil was now sure that Karen had locked the door. Why else would someone break the glass front doors? Wait. Virgil remembered that his building had cameras, then pulling up the security feed on his laptop. There was definitely someone or someones breaking into the building. Virgil quickly pulled out his phone, and began dialing 911 as he rushed to the door of the room that he was in, closing it quietly, and shutting off the lights as he ducked down.

"Uh....Yeah. I'm at the Blue Origin Robotics' building. Someone is definitely breaking into the building. I've got the security feed yup. Looks like there is 3 of them." Virgil quickly and quietly explained to the dispatcher, who proceeded to ask Virgil questions. She helped keep him calm as he waited for first responders to arrive. Virgil crawled over to his deck and grabbed his laptop, putting it in his bag and then strapping that to his back, putting the phone, along with the 911 operator, pressed between his shoulder and his ear. "I'm back. Got my laptop 'nd I'm down low. I think I got a place I can hide." Virgil rushed to a nearby door with a plaque that said Janitor on it, and slide inside as flash lights swept into the room that he was just in. They were coming closer.

#marvelmyriad #jamie barnes #winter widow child oc #wolf spider #911 verse #static shock au #static #virgil hawkins #the-innumerable-heroes #high ♡ voltage #rpthread #starter #closed starter

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aceofshitposts · 2 years

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Ahhhh!!! Congratulations darling!!! Instead of prompting something new, might I suggest another bit of the multiverse Tim, Shutterfly verse? 🥰❤️❤️ I am addicted!!! Haha

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. I had to think about things for a while and then i lost all my progress LMAO but here we go! Part three. All parts are also tagged shutterbug au but here's some handy links:

One Two

Tim shakes his head, he needs to focus.

Just because Other Tim apparently has a loving and attentive boyfriend, who happens to be someone who Tim had a completely complicated history with, was no reason for him to lose focus. He needs to figure out how he got here and, most importantly, how to get back to his universe.

And then the phantom image of Jason’s junk floats by in his mind’s eye and Tim’s brain comes to a screeching halt all over again.

Tim grabs a pillow, shoves it to his face and screams.

Okay, this wasn’t getting him anywhere. Simple tasks. Break it down into smaller things, easier to manage and achieve. Firstly, he should change out of Other Tim’s sleep clothes which appear to be boxers and an oversized t-shirt.

Wait.

This was definitely one of Jason’s t-shirts wasn’t it.

Tim doesn’t think he’s ever stripped out of a shirt so fast, throwing the offending article across the room.

Funny how the Jason back in his world had failed to kill him because Tim’s pretty sure this Jason is going to manage it without even trying.

There’s the jingle of keys in the door and Jason’s voice calling out, “Tim? You ready yet?”

Shit.

“Not yet!” Tim yells back. Oh god, had it really been twenty minutes already? Tim scrambles towards the dresser and begins frantically pulling on whatever clothes look easy to move in.

“You didn’t get up until I came in the door, did you?” Jason’s voice is warm and amused and close.

Tim can’t help the way he goes still. Jason sounds perfectly friendly and yet…

“Tim?”

Jason is concerned. Of course he’s concerned, his boyfriend is acting weird but Tim isn’t... He can’t do this.

He takes a deep breath, hoping that Jason will at least hear him out a little bit-

“Oh,” Jason breathes out like a balloon losing air, “not my Tim, are you?”

“What?” Tim spins around, finally facing Jason in the doorway. His expression is open, far more than Tim’s used to, looking at him with furrowed brows and a small frown.

Jason signs heavily, running one hand through his hair and muttering, “shit. Didn’t expect this to happen to you. Okay, uh, if you don’t know me my name’s Jason, I can help you get home.”

What? What??

“This has happened before?” Tim blurts out.

Tim almost wishes Jason had gotten violent, it would be more familiar than the small smile Jason gives him in return.

“Yeah, uh, listen, this might sound weird depending on what universe you’re from but we’ve been having some problems with… universe leakage.” Jason tilts a hand back and forth as he talks. If Tim had any doubts about whether Other Tim knew about Jason before, he doesn’t now.

Universe leakage, though? So, whatever had caused Tim to wake up here wasn’t something he’d strictly done and it had happened here before. Jason also said he hadn't expected it to happen to Tim? Interesting.

“Tell me everything you know, maybe I can help,” Tim says, feeling a little more sure footed with a solvable problem in front of him.

Jason’s expression shifts to surprise briefly before settling into a smirk.

“A’ight. You might want to put some pants on first, though.”

Tim looks down at his hands, where he is clutching a pair of dark wash jeans that he didn’t manage to put on before Jason had interrupted. Tim’s face goes hot, realizing that he’s had this entire conversation in boxers, and Jason laughs, warm and deep, his eyes going soft in a way Tim has only seen in pictures.

Yup, this Jason was absolutely going to kill him.

[next]

#HAHA *PLOT*!!#didn't expect that did you #:3c what will tim and jason talk about next time?? tune in to find out #jaytim #astrix writes #shutterbug au #250 follower special

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sexyinaratkindaway · 8 months

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Day 3: Prostate Milking

Pairing: Pearlpulse

"Pearl, I've never done this before."

Never ever before. Impulse isn't a nervous guy, but… he is a little bit nervous.

"I know, Impy, I know, but don't be so tense! Being tense is what makes it difficult, y'know?” Pearl is light, pragmatic, the snap of her glove deafening in the sparse room. She offered to do it bare-handed, but Impulse finds the blue latex gloves kinda sexy—not that he particularly wants to explore that side of himself just yet—so on they stay.

“Uh, right, right. Yeah, you’re right, Pearl, I’m just…”

“Nervous? We don’t have to do this, you know?” Pearl's voice softens, and that steels Impulse's resolve.

"No, yeah, I wanna do it. Just… nerves. How do you want me, Pearlie?"

Pearl chuckles, her bare hand warm on Impulse's hip.

"However you want is fine. On your back, or on your knees."

"Which way is easier?"

"Well, being on your hands and knees makes it easier to find."

Impulse rolls on his hands and knees, enjoys the sensation of sinking in Pearl's soft mattress. Pearl hums, pleased, and then one of her knees is nudging, ever so slightly, his inner thigh. He spreads them wider, feeling horribly exposed, and more exposed still when Pearl’s tepid hands drag along his skin, the back of his thighs, to go knead at his butt. It feels… nice. Her hands are strong, rough with callouses from her day job, pressing into his skin, soft and hidden.

“You’ve got a nice booty, Impulse.”

“Thanks.” Impulse says, laconic, and then he gasps in a sharp breath when she grabs his asscheeks in both hands to spread them, and cool air hits his hole. He feels himself twitch, and Pearl laughs, and then a finger, latex-clad and slick with lube, slightly warm, rubs over the little circle of muscle. It feels odd, like Pearl is touching a very, very sensitive part of him. She is, to be fair. Her fingers circle him once, twice, thrice, testing the pressure of his opening until it gives, and her index finger slips in; just the tip, just to the first knuckle. It’s odd, tickling, the breaching, the pressure. She wiggles her finger around in a circle, and it’s too little to really feel anything.

“You can, uh… do a little more.”

Pearl doesn’t say anything, but she digs her finger in Impulse until she’s as deep as her hand will go, knuckles pressed against his skin and a second fingertip itches at his entrance, and that feels better, feels like more inside him. She wiggles and bends her finger, making space, and then brushes against something electric. Literally. Electric sensation shoots up his nerves, from deep inside him, up in his throat, all the way to his fingertips. It feels good. He jumps, and yelps a, frankly, undignified noise, and Pearl laughs a delighted noise.

“Ooh, found it!”

Yup, she definitely found it.

Another finger snakes its way inside Impulse, and then another, a bit slower. Now we’re getting somewhere. Pearl scissors her fingers open, slow and luxurious, and then gives another tap to his prostate, just a bit more forceful than before, and Impulse feels it in his dick, jumping between his legs and weeping pleasure in a puddle on the sheets.

“Feels good?” she asks, and then rubs on his prostate again, and again, slow, deep, and Impulse can’t reply, because pleasure has blinded him, and his mouth can’t form words. Then there are fingers, warm and calloused, circling his cockhead, swiping at the pre forming at the tip, “Answer me, Impy.” she’s laughing, the devil.

Impulse opens his mouth again, but Pearl digs on the bundle of nerves again, and this time, her thumb and forefinger close around his cock and give a single, long pump, base to tip.

Impulse cums. It surprises him, and then more when Pearl doesn’t stop rubbing his prostate and her hand wraps around his cock, milking him in slow pumps. Impulse wiggles in her grasp, but she is steely, wringing pleasure from him like one might a wet rag, until his brain is nothing but the pain and pleasure of overstimulation, hips unsure if to buck into the touch or away from it, and then he’s cumming again.

Pearl helps him lower himself on the bed, and he doesn’t care that he’s lying in a pool of his own cum, blissed out with pleasure.

“How ya feelin’, Impulse?”

“I’m… feeling… great. Thanks, Pearl.”

#knight's notebook #hermitnsfw #pearlescentmoon #impulsesv #pearlpulse #kinktober

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misshoneyimhome · 9 months

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Chapter 3 -

Prologue I 01 I 02 I 03 I 04 I 05 I 06 I 07 I 08 I 09 I 10 I 11 I 12 I 13 I 14.I I 14.II

Summary; sometimes, in order for a friendship to grow, it need’s to be broken down just a bit; when William overhears Julia talk about him, and he gets the wrong idea;

Tags; William NylanderxOfc, hurt!William; “We never go out of style”

Warnings; swearing;

A/N; tried to capture a bit of a different side of Willy in this; I don’t believe he’d actually be upset that easily, but at the same time I do have a feeling that when he feels hurt, he takes it personally; 😉

Words; 3.5K

"Words are like weapons, they wound sometimes."

“Fucking hell!" Charlie exclaimed.

"Come on, just one more," Julia encouraged.

Julia had taken Charlie to the gym, or rather, she had mentioned that she was going for a quick workout, and Charlie had asked if she could join. A decision Charlie was starting to regret now.

"You can do one more, babe," Julia reassured her.

Grumbling, Charlie managed to push herself through one more pull-up.

"You're an awful coach..." Charlie panted, half-jokingly.

Julia chuckled. She wasn't exactly a fitness expert, nor was she in the peak of physical condition. However, she was reasonably fit and tried to work out regularly to stay healthy. After her breakup with Ezra, she had embraced a routine of working out multiple times a week. While she had always enjoyed running, she had also taken up CrossFit and some lightweight lifting.

"What are you up to?" Julia asked, watching Charlie take a selfie after the workout.

"Just snapping a pic for Auston..." Charlie admitted.

Julia chuckled. "Mmm Hmmm... everything's good then?"

Charlie nodded, her cheeks turning slightly pink.

austonmatthews: damn, looking good ladies 😍 charlie.thompp: thanks 😂 but she’s killing me!! 😅 austonmatthews: then why did you agree to come along? 😂 charlie.thompp: because she’s also cooking dinner 😅 and believe me, if you ever try JJ's food, you'd be glad that you're working out 😂 austonmatthews: Why's that? 😅 charlie.thompp: Her cooking is AMAZING! 😛

After wrapping up their workout, the girls headed back to Julia's flat.

"I have a feeling we'll be feeling this tomorrow," Charlie whined.

"Yup, most definitely," Julia agreed with a chuckle.

“So, any news?” Camille smirked as she and Julia were FaceTiming.

“Nothing much,” Julia chuckled. “Well, apparently I’ve sort of become a part of the hockey community.”

Camille chuckled.

“Uh really? So, you and Mr. handsome guy, you a thang?” Camille asked bluntly giving Julia a flirty look.

Julia simply chuckled. “Oh no, he’s all sweet and lovely- but he’s just a friend.”

“You sure babe - I mean, you’ve already shagged, so you might as well just do it again,” Camille joked.

She knew how Julia had felt after their first encounter, but she could also tell from how she talked about William now, that all hard feelings were gone, and it was ok to joke about it.

“Nah, I mean he’s great for sure, but it seems like we’re becoming quite good friends, which is nice so, I think I’d just keep it at that,” Julia smiled, thinking of the walk and talk from the other day, where she’d really gotten to know William a lot better.

“Alright bab, it’s good that you’re taking care of y’self, I mean, I love you and I just want you to be happy!” Camille elaborated.

“Thanks love, I am and honestly I really do feel amazing here - it’s just all going so well and I’m so happy that you made me move,” Julia chuckled.

“Course! I’d do anything for you, even make you move across the fucking world and away for me.”

They both shared a moment of laughter.

“Yeah well, for now it seems like it’s the best thing I’ve done so far,” Julia offered a friendly smile.

As they hung up, Julia had a wonderful feeling. Everything about moving to Toronto had proved to be the right choice so far; her work was great, she’d got some nice colleagues, as well as made some really good friends like Stephanie, Mitch, Auston and William. It was like everything was suddenly falling into place, and nothing could throw her off course.

Thursday 20th - DAL 2 @ TOR 3 (OT)

On the following Thursday, Julia and Charlie experienced yet another unforgettable hockey night as they attended the home game together. This time, the Toronto Maple Leafs were up against the Dallas Stars, and the match proved to be an intense battle from the very start. The game was tightly contested, with both teams showcasing their skills and determination. Julia and Charlie were on the edge of their seats, cheering passionately for their beloved Maple Leafs with every shot on goal and critical defensive play. As the regular time came to an end, the score was tied at 2-2 overtime commenced, and the atmosphere in the arena became even more charged with anticipation. Charlie's heart pounded in her chest as she watched the Maple Leafs and the Stars fight relentlessly for the winning goal.

In a heart-stopping moment, none other than Auston Matthews surged forward and managed to score a thrilling overtime goal, securing a dramatic 3-2 victory against Dallas. The arena erupted with joy, and Julia and Charlie shared in the euphoria, celebrating their team's hard-fought triumph.

After the thrilling match, the girls, accompanied by the friends and partners of the players, made their way to the players' locker room for a celebration. The atmosphere was electric, filled with excitement and camaraderie as they gathered to congratulate the victorious team. Stephanie warmly included Julia and Charlie, delighted to see them partaking in the post-game festivities. Auston and Mitch joined the group, their faces glowing with pride and joy after the hard-fought overtime win.

"Can you believe that game?" Charlie exclaimed, still in awe of the incredible action they had just witnessed.

Auston nodded with a grin, "It was tough, but we managed to pull through. The support from the fans in the arena was unbelievable."

"Yeah, the whole place was roaring, and pumped us up to totally own the ice!!" Mitch added, doing his majestic winning gestures.

Charlie chuckled, "The game had us totally on the edge of our seats the whole time!”

“It was bloody amazing!” Julia chimed in, making the guys laugh.

“Wow, that is like the most British comment I’ve ever heard,” Auston commented with a chuckle.

After his interview, William walked past the group, offering Julia a cheeky smirk and a wink.

"Enjoyed the show?" he teased, referring to his impressive performance with one goal and one assist.

Julia playfully responded, "Well, you weren't half bad, I suppose," as he continued to chat with some other teammates.

The conversation among the guys revolved around the game and the challenges they faced to secure the win. They were all impressed, particularly by Auston's game-winning goal in overtime.

"I've got to ask," Julia said, "how does a boy from Scottsdale, Arizona, get into ice hockey?" She asked Auston curiously.

"Well… actually it was my uncle who got me into it by bringing me to the rink and some games," Auston told. "I mean, no one in my family actually played, but when I wanted to get into it, they were all supportive and have been ever since," he chuckled a bit, reminiscing about his childhood and how he’d worked his way to the NHL over the years.

“Sounds impressive,” Julia remarked. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I'm aware of how everyone works insanely hard to be here, but it sort of seems like a lot of players are like born into it, whereas you weren’t," she smiled, and Auston nodded, chuckling.

“Yeah, I guess so."

Standing nearby, William couldn't help but overhear their conversation while chatting with fellow Swedes Rasmus Sandin and Timothy Liljegren. Julia's words about being "born into it" hit him unexpectically, and he briefly felt a sting about his own hockey lineage, being the son of an NHL player.

Hang on, was that what she thought of him?

Shaking off his thoughts, Sandin called him into the locker room to shower and wrap up the day.

While the guys were finishing up, Julia and Charlie passed the time by strolling the halls, admiring Toronto Maple Leafs posters and merchandise, and making a quick visit to the ladies' room.

Charlie couldn't help but inquire about Julia's interactions with William, her tone suggesting juicy information. "So, what's going on between you and Willy?" she asked, having noticed the playful banter between them.

Julia shrugged and smiled coyly. "Nothing much," she replied casually, although she couldn't help but remember the one time, they had shared an intimate session, a secret known to no one else.

Charlie pressed on, "Come on, JJ, he's totally flirting with you, and you're not exactly shutting it down." Julia chuckled at her friend's observation.

"Well, I can't deny the playful banter," she admitted, "but it's all just friendly. Nothing serious going on."

Charlie nodded, understandingly. They continued walking, and Charlie complimented how much fun Julia seemed to be having with William.

“Not to mention he’s insanely hot,” she added.

"That's definitely part of it," Julia chuckled. "I mean, after everything with Ezra, which was all so serious, I just appreciate how laid-back and easy-going William is," she explained.

"So, neither of you sees each other as more than friends?" Charlie inquired, but Julia simply shook her head.

"He's amazing, and I genuinely like spending time with him. But I doubt he'd ever be interested in someone like me. I bet I’m way too serious and dull for him," she laughed, unaware that her following words once again were being overheard in the locker room.

By William, who had taken longer to finish up. He was always the last one to get ready before a game, and almost always the last one to leave the arena. As he was putting on his shoes, he could hear the girls’ voices in the hall. He didn’t really mean to eavesdrop, but he couldn’t help himself when he heard Julia talk.

"I mean, William's all fun and jokes - he doesn't really take anything seriously, so..."

As Julia spoke, William couldn't help but wonder if she was talking about him. They walked through the halls as she continued sharing her thoughts.

"He acts a bit, I don't know, goofy maybe, and like everything is just always so easy for him," Julia added.

Listening to her words, William felt a pang of hurt. He had thought that they had formed a genuine connection during their recent walk and talk. He had enjoyed their time together and had opened up about his childhood, something he rarely did so quickly. He felt like they had developed a close friendship, and their conversations had made him believe he knew her quite well.

But now, her words indicated otherwise. It was clear she didn't really know him at all. She didn't understand the hard work he had put into getting where he was. Yes, his father had been an NHL player, but William had worked tirelessly to make a name for himself. He didn't choose to be naturally gifted at hockey, nor did he apologise for it.

William was known for his laid-back and easy-going demeanour on the team, but that didn't mean he didn't put in the effort. He stayed after training, putting in extra workouts and enduring cold baths to maintain his physique. So, Julia was mistaken about him.

He couldn't help but huff in frustration upon hearing her words. He hadn't expected her to hold such misconceptions about him, and it stung.

“He’s a positive influence,” Julia finished, as she and Charlie were back with the others.

“Well, I still believe he’s flirting with you, and you’re also smitten, even though you won’t admit it” Charlie said, giving Julia a flirty look. But Julia simply chuckled.

***

After the guys had finished their media commitments and changed into their post-game attire, Mitch, Steph, and Auston proposed going out for a late dinner, a suggestion to which Charlie and Julia happily agreed.

Standing a few feet away, William was packing up his bag when Julia walked over to him, a warm smile on her face.

"Hey, Willy, do you fancy coming out with us for something to eat, or are you busy?" Julia asked, but William just shrugged.

"Hmm, I don't know, do you want me to come with you?" he replied, his tone devoid of much emotion.

"Of course, why wouldn't I want you to come with us?" Julia responded with a light chuckle.

"Well, you know, maybe because you think I'm just a spoiled kid who doesn't take anything too seriously..." William retorted in a serious tone.

Julia was taken aback. Where was this coming from?

"What are you on about?" she asked, giving him a concerned look. She was genuinely surprised he would say something like this.

"You know, earlier, when you said that thing about Auston, how admirable it was that he worked so hard to make it to the NHL, while the rest of us are just born into it," William's voice remained calm but firm.

"Willy, that's not what I said..." Julia tried to defend herself.

"But it's what you meant, isn't it?" he pressed.

"No, I... no, it's not," Julia hesitated. She knew it had sounded that way, and yes, there might be some truth to William's accusations, but it was not at all how she had intended it to be understood. "Seriously, Will, what's going on with you?" she asked, growing increasingly worried.

What had she done to provoke such a reaction from him all of a sudden?

"I'm just being serious... see, I can actually take things seriously..." he said, almost mocking her.

Julia felt anger rising within her. How could he talk to her like that?

"Okay, seriously, what's that about?" she demanded, her tone firm.

William let out a sigh. "I heard what you said to Charlie, earlier..." he confessed. "You said that I don't take anything seriously... that everything comes so easily to me."

"You heard our conversation?" Julia asked.

"Yeah, I heard you when you walked past the locker room."

"Oh, so you heard our entire conversation. Or did you just hear one bit and decided to get all pissy about it without knowing the context?" Julia tried to maintain her composure.

Their tension had drawn the attention of the others, who were watching the exchange as if they were characters in a romantic comedy.

"Well, I..." William was taken aback. No, he hadn't heard the entire conversation. "No, I didn't," he admitted, sighing.

"Wow, you're really something," Julia said, shaking her head slightly. "Well, maybe next time you should listen to everything before assuming what people think about you," she added.

Feeling guilty for jumping to conclusions, William found himself at a loss for words.

"You’re such a prick, Willy..." Julia huffed as she walked away.

William let out another small sigh, watching her walk past the group, and he noticed Charlie looking at him.

"She actually said some really nice things about you," Charlie said with a gentle expression before they all left the arena, leaving William alone with his thoughts.

****

The following day turned out to be a rather hectic one for Julia. She arrived at the office bright and early, all set to tackle her extensive to-do list. This included fine-tuning project plans and making sure all the necessary materials were prepared for her meeting with Andrew.

Throughout the day, Julia was in constant motion, shuttling between different departments and her desk. She had little time to spare for meals or coffee breaks. She found herself quite taken with the energetic pace of the office, even though it could be rather exhausting at times.

On this particular day, Julia achieved an impressive level of success. She flawlessly delivered all required materials, demonstrated adept financial acumen in managing the budget, and her dependable computer performed without a hitch, despite its continuous operation. She even managed to find a moment to catch up on Charlie's recent encounter with Auston from the previous evening. It was a thoroughly accomplished day.

They had spent the night together, and Charlie hadn't held back in describing the details of their actions, resulting in the not-so-surprising conclusion that Auston had been the best sexual experience she had ever had. Julia found amusement in her friend's very content state of mind and couldn't suppress a chuckle upon learning about the exciting experiences they'd had.

But now, after a long day, all Julia needed was some food. So, she decided to order a pasta dish and some Mozzarella sticks for takeaway from Sugo – a place the hockey boys had recommended the moment she mentioned that Italian cuisine was her favourite.

She quickly packed up her things and headed for the door.

As she waited for her order, she suddenly felt a presence nearby. It was William. Clearly, he’d had the same idea of grabbing some quick takeaway on his way home.

When heød walked into the restaurant, he immediately spotted Julia. His first instinct was to make a quick exit, but he’d thought that would be childish and absurd. After all, they were still friends, weren't they?

So instead, he moved towards her slowly, and Julia caught sight of him in his cap, tracksuit, and trainers. She turned to face him, offering a friendly smile as their eyes met.

"Hey," he said softly, still feeling the guilt from yesterday.

"Hi," she replied, matching his low tone of voice.

They stood there for a few seconds, not speaking, just simply sharing the air around them.

"I'm sorry," William said.

Julia let out a small sigh. "For what part of it?"

"For what I said, yesterday… I shouldn't have said it like that," William explained, but Julia just gave him a soft smile. A part of her didn't want him to get off that easily. But another part of her could also sense that he truly was sorry. And she didn’t really want to be angry with him.

"Willy, I don't care about how you said it…" she spoke softly, "What pissed me off was that you thought that I'd think so little of you."

He looked at her with intense eyes. A lump filling his chest.

"I know that what I said to Auston came out wrong, and I'm sorry for that," Julia added. "But what you said, about what I thought of you, is not true…"

William offered a little smile, feeling relieved that he'd completely misunderstood Julia's chats with Auston and Charlie. Those thoughts had left him feeling a bit hurt, which was something new to him. And it had been in that moment he realised that he didn't want Julia to see him that way.

Surprisingly enough, he had wanted her to think better of him, only to find out she already did.

"Still… I'm sorry, JJ. I shouldn't have got mad at you like that," he said, but Julia just lightly shook her head, offering a forgiving smile.

"It's all good," she said. "It was a terrible misunderstanding, and it’s water under the bridge."

“Thanks,” William smiled, relieved that Julia didn't hold a grudge or had been angrier with him.

"Geez, Wonderboy - you really need to stop doing things you then have to apologise for later," she chuckled, which made him laugh as well.

"Yeah, I suppose I do."

As if on cue, Julia's order was called out, and she went to grab it with William right behind her.

"So, uh… what's your plan now, with the food?" he asked.

Julia gave him a slightly confused look.

"Well, my plan is to eat it… you know, as you do with food," she said, chuckling.

"I mean, are you going to eat it with someone…" William added with a shy smirk, which made Julia smile, catching on to where he was going with this.

"No, I'm all by myself."

"Do you want to, you know, eat dinner together?" he asked light bighting his lip, as if he was a bit nervous, and Julia nodded. "I live nearby; we can go to my place, if you'd like?"

Julia couldn't help but be intrigued by his exceptional charm. God, she hated how charming he was - well, a part of her hated it, the other part loved it and couldn't resist it.

"Sure," she simply replied.

For some reason, this man really had a talent for getting under her skin. And she secretly enjoyed it.

As William's order was called out as well, he led the way to his condo only a few streets away.

#william nylander #william nylander fic #william nylander imagine #hockey fic #nhl hockey fic #nhl hockey imagine #toronto maple leafs fic #we never go out of style

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spacedykez · 2 years

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sweet oleander

branzy bothers clown while he’s building the casino. parrot underestimates branzy. that’s it that’s the fic

cw: implied minor char death | ao3 link | wc 678 notes: short very short little thing to get my motivation going again. summary sucks I’ll do a better one later “Do me a favor and don’t start a war before this is finished?” Clown called down from where he stood atop a narrow ledge poking out from the side of the building. Branzy stood below, watching as Clown carefully made his way across makeshift scaffolding towards the unfinished entrance to the casino.

“Clown!” Branzy gasped offendedly, turning away in quite an overdramatic act. He was convincing exactly no one. “When have I ever started a war?”

“I’m not giving you a heart if you come back bleeding because you made Parrot mad again,” Clown shrugged unsympathetically and Branzy scoffed. He didn’t have the patience for Branzy’s antics today, no matter how cute they were. He was trying to build.

“Come on, Clown, of course you would.” He smiled sweetly, too exaggerated to be genuine, but adorable nonetheless. Clown refused to give in, even as he felt the corners of his lips tilt up in an involuntary grin.

“Definitely would not.” He hopped onto the clown face outlined in black that framed the casino’s entrance, careful not to land on stray nails left over from the construction of the main building.

“Are you sure?” Branzy tilted his head to the side questioningly. Clown swore he was like the human version of a puppy. “You’d really let me bleed out in front of you?”

“Yes,” Clown answered instantly. It was a lie, and they both knew it.

“Clown, how could you?” Branzy shrieked indignantly, the cry of a man scorned. Branzy had not in fact been scorned. He was simply being dramatic, trying to get Clown to give him attention. A human puppy, really.

Clown pointedly offered no response, pulling out a stack of smooth black concrete and ignoring Branzy. Up one, over two, up one, over three-

“CLOWN!”

He ignored Branzy. Clown wasn’t going to give him the attention he was trying to get. Branzy was perfectly fine. He could wait until Clown was done with the entrance.

“Oh, Clown!”

Now that voice was decidedly not Branzy’s.

Clown turned and looked down to see a bow aimed at him. Really? He didn’t particularly want to fight today, he was building. Jeez. Could he not be left alone for five minutes?

“Yes, Parrot?”

“I have a surprise for you,” Parrot told him. Yeah, definitely a trap. No thanks.

He told Parrot as much. Parrot was unamused. “I’ll kill Branzy!” He pointed his sword at the trapper, whose aimless, bored fidgeting paused for a moment before resuming again, this time out of anxiety.

“Oh, no,” Clown said, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Whatever will I do.”

“Wh- Kill? Branzy? You know-?” Parrot stammered. Ah, well. A sacrifice to distract Branzy from tormenting Clown for a bit.

Clown turned back to building- up two, over one, now, up three, over one-

He heard his name called again, but ignored it. It wasn’t Branzy, which meant his boyfriend was just fine. Besides, he could hear Branzy toying with Parrot below.

“So, uh, Parrot, you’re gonna kill me, huh?”

“Yup.”

“I mean, I don’t particularly want to die. You get it, you know how it is-”

“You can’t beat me, Branzy.”

A pause. It probably should have been worrying, but really-

”Can’t I?”

There was that confident note. Clown only prayed whatever it was wouldn’t blow up his hard work on the front of the casino. Please, Branzy, no TNT this time.

“Wh-!?” Parrot’s voice, now with evident fear, was cut off with a yell that quickly faded out. A pitfall trap, then. Thank Void it was something non-destructive.

Branzy giggled, a sweet noise you’d expect from a kid seeing a cute kitten. Definitely not the sound you’d expect from a man who’d just committed murder. But Branzy was like that- a sweet outer shell that hid a deadly interior. Clown’s exact opposite, really.

“I didn’t start it, Clown!” Branzy yelled, continuing their previous discussion.

Clown smiled and reluctantly admitted his pride in Branzy. “No. Nice work.”

“So would you still let me bleed out-“

“Yep.”

Today was going to be a very long day.

#clownzy #branzypierce #branzy #clownpierce #writing #fanfiction #the otter scribbles

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tsukkishinata · 1 year

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fic: doctorflower au

ship: tsukihina

type: fic

complete?: yup

word count: ~2800

notes: this asadai fic (here) had them as a sideship with a story and i just wanted to know what it was so i wrote it lol. the details aren’t directly the same, I just mostly took the premise and rolled with it

warning: uh, theres a fade to black sex scene lmao but its nothing at all, theyre adults and really flirty here

Based on the AsaDai fic where Tsuki was apparently a doctor who didn’t take care of himself and Hinata worked at a flower shop. It’s Future Fic/Canon Divergent.

Despite being a health practitioner, Tsukishima wasn’t the epitome of health. It was difficult when he had to work long hours and take short breaks. With no one to monitor him, he just went about his life like that for the past few years.

Hinata was making his weekly delivery to the hospital gift shop. He didn’t expect to see Tsukishima Kei there. They hadn’t really spoken much after high school and Tsuki doesn’t really keep in contact, so Hinata had no idea he had been working so close to home. (He at least knew he was in the medical field, if he remembered correctly which college Tsuki said he was attending before they graduated.)

They were in the hospital cafeteria, Tsukishima taking a small break, Hinata who just wanted to grab a quick drink before heading back. It ended up a short reunion but Hinata managed to convince Tsuki to exchange numbers.

The next time Hinata had deliveries, he contacted Tsuki to see if they could do lunch together. He sounded reluctant but Tsuki invites Hinata to his office, where he usually takes his lunch break. Tsukishima’s definition of lunch break meant to eat while working. As in, maybe a few onigiri and lots of coffee. Hinata was appalled to see this and went into full lecture mode, saying he needed to eat properly. Upon closer inspection, Tsuki probably doesn’t sleep too well either as evidence by the bags under his eyes. Hinata made up his mind to at least get Tsuki to eat more.

Hinata makes him lunch the next day.

“What are you, my mom?”

Hinata sits with him during break and doesn’t leave until he eats it all. Tsukishima is reluctant, not knowing how well Hinata is as a cook but the bento is surprisingly edible. Hinata makes sure to distract Tsukishima so that he’s not working while eating. Hinata leaves with the empty lunchbox and Tsuki doesn’t thank him but he feels a little better physically.

This becomes a thing. Hinata tries to make lunch daily but he has his own job and life to worry about. Tsuki says it’s annoying but he always eats the lunch Hinata brings him.

Hinata catches him at the end of a shift one time and enters his car with him, forcing Tsuki to let him go home with him. Hinata had prepared a batch of food for the week so Tsuki had meals for several days. Tsuki doesn’t ask why he can’t come every few days like he always does. Hinata preps them dinner and they eat together. Just as Hinata thought, Tsukishima probably didn’t eat enough at home either.

After they’re done with their meal, Hinata helps clean up. Tsukishima watches Hinata try to put some of his stuff away and snickers when he can’t reach the top cabinets. Hinata pouts and tells him to put it away himself before leaving. It’s been a while since Tsukishima had anyone over, so after Hinata leaves, his place feels quieter than before. But with his belly full from two actual meals, he sleeps surprisingly well that night.

Hinata does still come to see him so they can eat lunch together. Tsukishima looks a bit fuller from eating more and getting more rest.

Some nights, tsuki would come back to his apartment to see that Hinata had left some food for him at his door.

On one of his rare day offs, he finds Hinatas flower shop. Hinata is surprised to see him but tsukki buys some flowers and asks when he’s done with work. Confused, Hinata asks what for and Tsuki tells him that he wants to take him out for dinner, to thank him for all the meals Hinata has made.

Hinata is blushing and Tsukishima realizes what exactly his proposition sounded like, which was not his intention. He’s floundering around but Hinata agrees. He’ll be back to pick him up later. Tsuki leaves and Hinatas coworker pokes fun at him for having a hot date.

Hinata knows that this is Tsukishima so he most definitely did not mean it like that. He feels a sense of deja vu where he did a double take at Tsukis request to go somewhere with him…

Tsuki picks him up and they go somewhere, not super fancy, just yakiniku. Hinata eats his fill, and makes sure Tsukishima does as well. Tsuki eats what he can but of course could ever compete with Hinata's appetite. They banter over silly things and they have a good time. Tsukishima pays for the meal and Hinata is happy to see that Tsukishima could loosen up.

They get in his car when tsuki remembers that he forgot to return hinata's containers. He asks if he’d like to swing by his place to pick them up? They agree and they’re head to Tsukishima’s place.

They don’t even realize what this feels like, a dinner and then bringing them home… Hinata is gathering his stuff, making sure that Tsukishima’s fridge is stocked and is about to leave when Tsukishima asks if he wants to stay the night. (Mostly because he wouldn’t have to make another trip.)

Hinata tries to poke fun, asking if this was Tsukis plan the entire time. Tsuki is flustered. It was definitely not his intention but he realizes what it sounds like after he says it out loud and he’s hiding his face.

Hinata laughs but declines staying. Tsuki escorts him home and Hinata waves him good night.

They go about their days, Tsukishima definitely in a better mental place. Hinata is used to making his own meals to stay fit so he doesn’t have a problem making more for Tsukishima. He’s making his hospital visit when one of the receptionists recognizes him and tells him where Tsukishima is.

“Sensei is lucky to have someone like you in his life. I wish my partner came to see me every day with a fresh meal.”

Hinata flushes. He doesn’t correct them and just heads to Tsukishima’s office. He doesn’t know how he should feel about that. It’s definitely not the first time people mistaken their relationship. Hinata sometimes thinks that they’re not wrong? How often do you have a friend make and deliver you meals? They practically went on a date the other night. Tsukishima asked him to stay the night…

Hinata is red faced standing in front of Tsukishima’s office door. His heart beating rapidly as he’s still thinking about what their relationship is and could be. Tsukishima almost runs into him when he opens the door. Hinata, still flustered and can’t think properly, shoves the lunch at him and tells him that he’s in a hurry and apologizes so he’ll have to eat by himself. Tsukishima watches Hinata flee.

Hinata is in a daze the next few days. He’s been trying to sort out his thoughts and feelings for Tsukishima. Of course he cares about him, that’s why he butted into his life like that, making him meals and checking in with him to make sure he’s taking care of himself. He has fun when he’s eating with him, Tsukishima is pleasant to be around. But does that mean he likes him? He really doesn’t know and he doesn’t know how Tsukishima views their relationship.

He thinks about both sides. If Tsukishima was just being nice, yeah, sounds plausible. He never was the best at being nice lol. Or if Tsukishima was trying to woo him? Hinata goes full flush whenever he thinks about that. Why does that thought make him so flustered and anxious? If he thinks about the implications, imagining him and Tsuki in dating and couple scenarios, Hinata just full out explodes because he can’t contain how fast his heart pounds. What does that MEAN???

Hinata apologizes for not being able to make meals the next week (via text). Tsukishima tells him it’s no problem and to take care of himself first. Hinata laughs saying that’s ironic coming from him. Tsukishima doesn’t think too much of it but he’s worried that he scared Hinata off. He doesn’t mind not getting hinata's meals anymore but he still wants to see him.

Tsukishima finds himself in front of hinata's apartment complex one night. He hesitates by the door staring at the ringer (he didn’t know which complex hinata lived in..) when a voice calls him from behind. Hinata had gone out for a night run after work and had just returned. Tsukishima, not having gathered his thoughts yet, quietly motions to some soup he brought over.

Hinata invites him in and they eat the soup, which Tsuki apparently made himself, because he thought Hinata might have gotten sick. Which was not a bad theory and that could have been the case but Hinata looked healthy, healthy enough to go jogging.

Hinata is full of nerves because he had been trying to avoid Tsukishima so he can piece together what his feelings are. Seeing him in person, his heart is just as happy and he’s resigned himself to realizing he enjoys Tsukishima’s company more than he lets off.

They’re sipping the soup in silence, both expecting the other to start the convo. Hinata had showered after his run so he’s sitting with shorts and wet hair and a towel around his neck, to catch the water from soaking up his t-shirt. Tsukishima hates that he wants to dry hinatas hair. He says to himself it’s so that Hinata doesn’t get sick but the back of his mind says he just wants to take care of Hinata, the way he had done for him. Anything to get closer to him.

Hinata jokes that Tsukishima can cook and isn’t a total lost cause. Tsuki counters that he never said he couldn’t cook, he just didn’t have time and energy to make his own meals. (Or eat them apparently, Hinata adds.) Hinata looks at his bowl of soup and apologizes for the past week and he could make him lunch again. Tsukishima responds that he really doesn’t have to if he’s tired of making food for him, Hinata doesn’t have any obligation to keep feeding him.

“Is it bad if I want to?”

“You usually do what you want to anyway, so it’s not like I can stop you.”

Tsukishima is actually relieved. He knows Hinata doesn’t have to keep making him food, and he is totally selfish for wanting him to. He wants to eat hinatas food, he wants to see him during lunch and maybe after work.

“If… it’s not causing you any trouble.”

“Hinata, you forced yourself into my car and home to make me dinner like a few months ago.”

Hinata laughs. He finishes his soup and collects the containers, ready to wash them up so Tsukishima could take them home. Tsukishima watches Hinata move around his kitchen and he likes the sight. It’s nothing special, but Tsuki had never seen Hinata in his own habitat before. He’d love to see all sorts of sights of Hinata.

They make small talk while Hinata finishes cleaning up. He asks what Tsuki would want to eat the next few days and Tsuki shrugs. (Tsuki bites his own tongue from saying “you.”)

There’s a tension in the air when Hinata passes the containers back and Tsuki is at the door. Hinata is looking up at him with wide eyes and Tsukishima swallows the lump in his throat and hurriedly bids him good night.

Even after Tsukishima left, Hinata's heart was still running in rapid mode. He knew Tsukishima was tall but standing at his door step, Hinata still couldn’t reach Tsukishima’s level. It was bad that he was calculating how much he would have to reach if he wanted to kiss him. Hinata scrunches into a ball and screams into himself.

Tsukishima is sitting in his car, head slamming his wheel. He had physically restrained himself from touching Hinata and he knows it’s dangerous if they keep this up. He doesn’t know if he’s reading the atmosphere wrong, he hopes not, but he doesn’t want to scare Hinata off.

They take lunch outside sometimes. There’s a nice grassy terrace by the hospital that is vacant if they’re lucky. They’re eating sandwiches that Hinata made, Hinata babbling about a large order for a customers cat’s birthday. Hinata pauses to take a bite out of his egg salad sandwich and resumes his story.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, that’s disgusting.”

Hinata makes a big motion of talking louder with food in his mouth and Tsukishima rolls his eyes. The bit of mayo clinging to the side of hinatas lip was way too distracting that Tsukishima thoughtlessly brought a napkin to wipe it off.

That shut him up faster than anything.

Tsukishima pulled back, not sure how he wanted to proceed. He coughs into his fist and apologizes. Hinata, suddenly shy, says it’s nothing and they munch on sandwiches awkwardly. Tsukishima finds that Hinata started to lick his lips a lot more afterwards.

The rest of their day, they’re both thinking about what excuse they could use to go over to the others place.

Tsukishima pulls up to Hinatas flower shop just as they’re closing up. He asks Hinata what he’s feeling for dinner tonight. Hinata smiles, and says “surprise me.”

Tsukishima takes him to his place and asks him to help him make dinner. They’re bouncing around Tsukishima’s kitchen, talking about other things. A few times they’d bump into each other and they’d smile nervously but continue working on their meal, tension thicker.

Hinata is rummaging through the cabinets asking where the spices are. Tsuki reaches up behind him to grab it, which had been hidden from Hinata view due to his height. Hinatas breath catches at the warmth of Tsukishima’s body radiating off his back. If Tsukishima notices their proximity, he says nothing and continues cooking.

They eat their meal like they usually do, small talk mostly from Hinata and some curt responses from Tsukishima. It almost feels like a normal friend dinner, except there’s an underlying something behind every word, glance and movement.

After eating, they take roles of washing and drying the dishes. As Hinata passes the last item to Tsuki, their hands brush and they almost drop the bowl. Hinatas quickly reflexes saves it with his foot. They laugh and the tension is dispelled a bit.

All things put away, Hinata makes to gather his stuff but Tsukishima stops him.

“Tell me if I’m reading this wrong.”

Tsukishima has him up against his counter, trapped between his arms. Hinatas heart is slamming against his chest but he feels a little better seeing how red Tsukishima’s face is as well. Hinata licks his lips and that’s about it for Tsukishima as he dives in.

Pulling away, Tsukishima straightens out his back and makes a crack about how far down he has to reach to get to Hinata, earning him a slap on the arm and Hinatas indignant pout.

“Fine, I’ll just come to you.”

Hinata jumps against him and Tsukishima barely catches him. His back hits the wall but he’s too focused on Hinata in his hands and mouth.

Tsukishima lets Hinata down eventually because he’s not young anymore and his back and knees are killing him. Hinata laughs about how Tsukishima’s endurance was sad and Tsuki take it as a challenge and he picks him up and drops him on the couch where he kisses the life out of Hinata. Both breathless, Hinata asks if his bed is comfier than the couch and with that, Tsuki pulls him up and drags him to the bedroom.

They bone.

Anyway come morning, they’re crusty and tired and Tsuki probably had to get up for work but he really doesn’t want to. He feels like a sap watching Hinata in his sleep but he doesn’t know how he’d go on living without the man in his arms.

Hinata eventually wakes up, sits up in a jolt and asks for the time. He groans because he missed his morning jog and Tsuki rolls his eyes, then makes a pass about doing something else for morning exercise. Hinata looks at him, then bursts out laughing. He kisses him, morning breath and everything. He agrees.

Anyway they bang again and Tsuki calls out sick and Hinata had the day off anyway. After cleaning up, they make and eat breakfast together. Tsuki is hesitant to bring it up because he doesn’t want this to be a one time thing. He believes that they’re established but they didn’t use a lot of words last night, mostly actions.

When Tsuki brings it up, Hinata reassures him that this is definitely not a one time thing and he’s been pining for him for a while and of course he likes him, snarky ass and all. Hinata rubs the back of his neck suddenly feeling self conscious. Tsuki moves next to him and kisses him, again and again saying he can’t believe he fell for someone like him, forcing himself into his life to improve it. Hinata is the best thing that had happened to him.

#mine #fic #tsukihina #also gonna tag this one cuz I like this one a lot too

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Heavy Bakery - Chapter 6

MasterList / Kanami’s Profile / Previous Chapter

Chapter 6 - Auntie MY ASS!

“‘What? Make another cake?”

Kanami blinks, as she faces the man in front of her, on the other side of the counter. It looked pretty much the same as the other day, only, of course, with different clothes. He was looking at her with such a washed-out face that she couldn't believe what he'd just asked.

“Yup”, was what he said, without changing his expression.

“But… wasn’t the one we made enough…?”

“Honestly, it was”, he rolls his eyes, squinting at the memory of the other day “But someone else ate it. I was forced to share.”, in Ohma's head, comes a memory of Raian, Fusui and five others from the Kure clan literally chasing him because of that cake too. Raian ended up putting his face in the cake during the fight.

Raian walked out with his face as crumpled as the cake afterwards.

“Wha- and you wanted to eat alone?”, She blinks another time, still not believing the absurdity of the situation.

“The cake was for me, wasn't it?” He frowns a little, wrinkling his nose and shrugging his shoulders. “They ate it. So it wasn't delivered.”

She holds back a laugh. Yes, it seemed to be true, but honestly she didn't expect that, not really. But she sure as hell wouldn't fall for that.

“Well, I can make another one if you buy it.”

“How much did the previous one cost?” he asks “one like that, with fruits and chocolate and… that sweet mayonnaise?”

“Sweet mayonnaise? Ahh, maybe it was the frosting…” she thinks.

“Ahn… It’s a pity that I didn't make it thinking about the full price, it was from the bottom of my heart…” Kanami mumbles, thinking “but I usually sell one of that type and size for six thousand yens…”

“Okay. I’ll pay that other one. This one you do for me now.”

“Wha?! - She widens her eyes, blushing, “But that one…” and covers her face with her hand. This guy is weirdly annoying “Okay… I’ll make another one just like that…”

Ohma smiles a little, satisfied.

“Nice, when I can get it?”

“It takes me two days to do it, so next Monday.”

“But from today to Monday, it's five days…”

“Yes, but I have an agenda, you know, Karen…”

“My name is Tokita Ohma, not Karen.”

“Urrrghh…” she grunts. “I get it, he's a typical guy who thinks more with his muscles than his brain." That was what she thought.

“Okay, sorry, Tokita Ohma. I can't do it right now, but Monday I’m sure that it's ready. Can you wait ‘till there?”

He nods, shrugging. Kanami sighs.

“Okaaay, where’ll be the delivery address?” She raises an eyebrow.

“Address? Uh, right here. I’ll come here to get it.”

“Fine, It’s settled. Do you wish for something else?”

“A milkshake.”

No sooner said than done, next week’s monday, Kana's eyes widened when she saw him outside the bakery as she had arrived to open the doors.

“What the…” she exclaims when she sees him, leaning against the wall beside the door, arms crossed and head down, looking like a bouncer guarding the entrance. He seemed to be sleeping on his feet, when she approached he gave no sign that he saw her.

She observed. He really was sleeping on his feet. How long was he waiting there?

“Hey…” She poked his shoulder, which made him wake up immediately “Are you alive…?”

“Hmm?” He lifts his head and meets her eyes. Were they brown eyes…or were they gray? She couldn't say “Oh, hi Kanami.” He yawned, stretching a little.

“Dude, how long have you been there?” Kana was a little stunned, mainly because that… not so strange guy, remembered her name.

“Hnmmm…” he lifts his head to look at the sun “I think an hour... or two, I don't know…”

She smiled, sighing, feeling a little sorry. It was slightly chilly that autumn day, and he had been sitting there since dawn. He was definitely crazy.

“You’re making all this fuss because of a cake?” she was still a little stunned. It felt surreal.

“It’s not a fuss! My friend kept threatening me to steal the second one, so I got here first… if he comes I'll punch him off.” and scowls at the horizon.

Kana had nothing more to ask. Just called him to go to the entrance in the back, sighting “Come in, big guy. The staff will take a while to show up, closer to opening time, lucky for you I always get here early to get everything ready. I just need to finish the decorations for your order, anyway. But no fighting in my shop besides me, okay?”

“Hm… okay” Ohma follows the owner inside, and looks around the place, hands in his pants pockets, while Kana goes straight to the inside of the counter and hangs her coat on a wall, taking the apron she always wears. She takes a clip and arranges her hair in the usual bun. Then she shoots into the kitchen.

With her out of sight, he continues to watch the ceiling. There was a bunch of machinery he couldn’t quite understand what was for, but he recognized the professional ovens, and the trays, spotless clean in the white, off-white and gray setting. A huge table was in the middle, with a measuring plate and the scales, huge bows and pots. A smell of cleanliness and some sort of dough was in the air. In the ceiling, next to the normal lamps, and the anti-fire set, and the hangers where a lot of utensils rested there, in some sort of order. He looked at the white boards of the menus, now erased except for some lines, like a weekly schedule. He wondered what was on the menu today, but from what Kaede had said, with a whole cake as a breakfast, he probably wouldn't be hungry anymore. Probably.

“Hey” Ohma calls.

“Hmm?”

“What's on the menu today?”

“What the fuck bro… What are you, a bottomless bag, by any chance?”

“Everyone says that, it's impressive” he says as he exits the kitchen, passes on the balcony and sits in one of the chairs at the countertop “even Yamashitakazuo…”

“Who is this? That’s the gentleman who came with you?” She brings an unfinished cake and a bowl full of fruit to a table in front of the counter, as well as some other utensils he didn't know about. Ohma watches as she picks up a bag with a metal nozzle and squeezes out that colored mayonnaise.

“Yeah, that one” he nods, a little distracted.It was oddly satisfying seeing her squeezing while turning the table around, and the trail it formed behind, swirling.

“What is he, your uncle?” She gives him a quick glance, before taking the spatula.

“My friend. And he's also my employer... sometimes.”

“‘Employer?” She was really invested in knowing more. And she wanted to know because she was uncomfortable talking alone in a place with a man she only knew by name. “So you work as a freelancer?”

“What is a “free-lancer”?”

“Ah, it's a specific word in English, it means "temporary" or else a worker who doesn't have a fixed contract, as normal jobs usually are.”

“Yeah, so that's it. I’m a Free-lance” He watched her pass a kind of spatula on the cake, leveling the dough. The sight reminded him a lot of a bricklayer plastering a wall, only… in a much faster and more skillful way. He couldn’t take his eyes off.

Kana, from her point of view, just saw a guy…well, he was a built one, but beside that, surely was almost in his thirties, but the way he was looking at her, arms crossed over the counter, too interested in what she was doing. Okay, it was a common reaction, but the way he followed it with his almost shining gaze seemed… close to childish.

“If you have any fruit you don't like, just tell me”, she jokes, while putting the decorations, the way she remembered.

He nods, saying nothing. Kana still felt uncomfortable.

“So… you are Tokita Ohma, a guy with almost two meters, extremely worked build, typical of a fighter, of unknown origin, who happens to work as a freelancer in a neighboring office… who has a black hole in his stomach. What else can I know about you?”

“I don't know. Why do you want to know?”

“Well, I believe that finding me in an alley surrounded by gangsters wanting to beat me up, and bailing me out when I was fucked up, makes us at least not weird at each other. And don't get me wrong, you can have a pretty good face, but I've seen people of all colors and different personalities. At the very least I know that you're not a bad guy, which relieves me a lot.”

“I know you're not bad either” he shrugs “you gave me a cake.”

She held back a laugh. Okay, that was strangely adorable.

“Well, I think it's my turn. I'm Oomori Kanami. As you already know, the owner of this bakery, I train Kickboxing…”

“Kickboxing mixed with Muay-Thai, but still an amateur”, he completes, still eyeing the cake “Your techniques have potential, but if you want to get stronger, you have to train more…”

"Did you realize that just by watching me fight twice?"

“Uh-huh…” he nods, “If I may say so, your footwork is still kind of wrong…”

She looks at him in disbelief, kinda insulted but not quite, “and… you say that because you train too, right?”

“I'm a fighter”, he straightens up, looking at her, “I work with professionals.”

“Ahhh… right” She holds the pastry bag, a little uncertain. Now she was clearly intimidated. “I understood. I don't train much, I do it more as a hobby, and for self-defense.”

“I noticed. You are better at making cakes.”

That actually offended her, but at least he said she was good at something.

“Okay, Bocky Ralboa, what league do you fight in, by any chance?”

“Mixed Martial Art”, and that was half-true; he had rehearsed with Kazuo.

“Where?”

“An Informal league, I'm part of what we call the “backstage”.” - this was also rehearsed.

“Oh, right, so that's why you don't appear on television…” she sighs “what a pity, Tomori and I would love to watch it.”

This Ohma didn't expect, he opened his eyes wider, surprised. Kana notices this.

“What? My friend Tomori is a martial-arts fanatic. She loves watching every kind of tv program whenever there's a fight. Her favourite is… SJPW, I guess”

“SJPW? Does she know Sekibayashi?”

“Yes… Do you know him?”

“I've fought him” Ohma nods “he's strong.”

“Wow” Kana smiles “Don't say that to Tomori, or she'll scream too loud and be pestering you to get an autograph with him” she laughs a little.

“I won't say, then”, “It's enough that I put up with every holiday with Karla”, Ohma thinks. Then look at the cake “Oh, is it done?”

“I think so” she turns the lazy-suzan, looking for details he wouldn't be able to identify in a million years “Okay, you can take it.”

She hands him the cake, and for the first time since she met him, he had that huge smile on his face. It was even comical, watching his adorable reaction. He takes the tray and was about to leave the counter when she hands him a fork.

“You're not going to eat that with your hands, are you? Be respectful, man …”

“Ah… okay” he picks up his fork and carries the cake to the table in the back of the bakery, still smiling.

She shakes her head as he sits down, over the moon in joy. Apparently he was a simple guy, both in taste and actions. She didn't ask him for confirmation, but from her hunch that he had been someone from "Inside", it made perfect sense for him to be happy with something "decorated" like this. "Well," she concluded, sighing and putting away the materials, "As long as he pays, I don't give a damn where he comes from."...

“Ahaaaaaaaa, so here's where you’re hiding, dumbass!” a sudden shout almost made Kanami drop her stuff on the floor. She looked in the direction of the sound and there was basically a guy the same size as Ohma walking through the front door. He had spiky white hair and scary eyes, silver in color, but with a dark sclera. Kanami shivered from head to toe at the devilish expression of the guy, who was striding closer to the - apparently friend, maybe…? - in the background.

“Aw maan, leave me alone…” Ohma answers with a frown, already putting the cake aside, wanting to protect the food, “It's mine! Fuck off!”

“Cool your jets, I don't want this shit anymore” he sits at the same table, but in the chair opposite Ohma.

Kanami couldn't help but scowl at his comment... She decided to summarily ignore him. Clearly he was some kind of same-level dude, from the way they were casually chatting…or maybe friends…until she saw the knife holstered in the blonde's leg, and again, she shivered from head to toe, but worse. What kind of person walks around with a knife like that, so exposed, like a cop or a soldier?!

“Calm down Kanami, calm down…” she tries to take a deep breath “He and Ohma are friends, so Ohma won't let him do anything to me or the bakery… will he?” shook her head “No, if he does anything, I'll punch him! Is this time to be a coward?!”

With that, she lifted her head and went back to work.

“Oy, BAKERY AUNTIE!” the guy yelled “Is it open yet?”

This got on Kanami's nerves. Aunt?! Was he a child by any chance?!

“You and I are practically the same age…”

“Fuck that, is it open or not?”

She had to control herself not to growl. "It's just a bad customer, be professional..."

“Not yet…”

“Open it, I want to order something too. Seeing this asshole eating is making me hungry.”

“Nobody asked you to come, Raian…” Ohma grumbles, with his mouth half full, when Kanami leaves to the kitchen, clearly annoyed.

“And since when do I need to be sent? Speaking of which, you owe me.”

“YOU owe me. You ruined my cake…”

“Still this story? You've already won, and you're eating another one.”

“It cost me six thousand, will you pay?”

“Just it? Easy-peasy.” - he leans back in the sofa, crossing arms, “So, are you hiding here or did you just come to hit the plate?”

“Both, only the first one no longer, duh…”

“Hhehehehe, no longer” he laughs, looking at the place, “But tell me, what's yours with this place?”

“I came to eat with Yamashitakazuo, then later, at night, when I was returning home, I found the owner surrounded by gangsters.”

“And then you saved her?”

“No, she took down all the guys.”

“Really? That girl over there?” he points to the door with his thumb where Kanami had entered “Heh, okay, I can see that. Then you fell in love?”

“No, idiot, she was stabbed.” Ohma frowns.

“Oh. Shucks, when I started to think she was cool…”, he shook his head, sarcastic.

“That's when I took her to the hospital. She gave that cake to me as a thank you, then you know the rest.”

“Hm” he snorted, “Okay. Oh… about that thing…”, he leaned over to speak, entering the "business mode", “I think you already know that the big ones are getting together to end the Worms, right?”

“Yep, I do…”

After placing the last tray of cookies in the display, Kanami checks the time. Tomori and Hiro should have arrived, at least. But things were already sorted, so she could handle the clientele for a little while.

“Eh…” she approaches the two men, “excuse me.”

The two looked at her. Kanami held back another shiver, and tried to solemnly ignore the blonde's psychopathic gaze. She cleared her throat to soothe herself.

“Here, This is the menu”, she said, handing the plastified booklet in a more professional tone “If you want anything, call me by name, Oomori. I'm just going to check one thing out there, so you'll have time to choose. Excuse, me.” She bows a little and leaves.

“Kanami” is Ohma's voice.

She stops and turns around. “May I help you?” asked, still in a serious tone.

“Thanks”

It took her by surprise, again. She cleared her throat and nodded “it's a pleasure” smiling, turning around and almost darting out to look down the street.

To her relief, there they were, late. She waved a little, and they quickened their pace.

“Oh, Kana, sorry” said Tomori “The traffic was chaotic downtown today…”

“Yes, there was a dead guy there, then the authorities were investigating…”

“Ah… I'm glad you're fine at least” she lets out the breath she'd been holding “there's already a customer waiting, so hurry up.”

“But already?!” Hiro is amazed, “Not even five minutes since it opened…”

“See for yourself”, she makes room for them to enter, and Hiro widens his eyes, turning quickly to Kanami.

“Oh my gooood…” he squeaks very softly, “Now there are two of them…!”

“Hold your horses, the other one is more dangerous than the first one… Like, a psycho, look at that knife, he must be at least a thug”

“Okay, I'll look at it from afar…” He was very red, still whispering. “Oh, man, just when I found a blondie to admire…”

Tomori sighed but looked red too, but kinda afraid. “Okay, people, calm down. Let's be pros. But I'm just the cook, you go talk to them.” She pushed her friend.

Kanami almost protests, if she hadn't remembered that she was practically the Jack-of-all-trades there. She covered her face with her hand in internal frustration. Dealing with the bastard and the bottomless bag, at the same time.

“Okay, let's go.”

“Hey, Auntie…” Rayan was already starting to speak, when Kanami lost control, letting out with a shout:

“Auntie my ass, son of a bitch! I'm at your fuckin age, goddamn it!”

Rayan blinks for a second and starts to smile widely “HIA HIA HIA HIA HIA HIA, now I understand the “heavy” part!”, and laughs out loud, just like a hyena.

Turns out he chose to eat sandwiches and a slice of pie. And Ohma, almost as was to be expected, followed suit.

Next Chapter Here

#kengan ashura #kengan omega #kenganverse #ohma tokita #tokita ohma #heavybakery #kengan oc #kure raian #raian kure #fanfiction

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Al, since you just so casually admitted to wanting to sleep with Vox, I think the next logical step is to go in for a kiss. That's way less painful than copulating with him

Unprompted asks || Always accepting !

The first response to the words is an awfully high-pitch burst of static, loud and piercing enough to cause more than one pair of ears to bleed. The sound slowly dies down, but a dull buzzing is left in the background, ready to spike up again.

A warning and a threat.

Alastor doesn't answer right away. Instead, he twirls his microphone in his hand until a bunch of tentacles drag in a screeching Vaggie.

"Alastor! What the fuck?! Let me go!" The former Exorcist yells, hitting the shadows with the pole of her spear. She could slash through them with the blade, but she doesn't want to cause real harm...yet.

"My dear, thank you for joining us! I'm sure that you'll be a delightful guest star," Alastor starts, his gaze holding none of the fake friendliness that his tone carries. "So, you said that the little game we played earlier was just that. A game. Yet, now people are asking about it. Care to set them straight? Since you caused this...utterly unnecessary fuss I'm stuck dealing with."

Vaggie pinches the bridge of her nose. Of course he's involving her. This is petty revenge and it's obvious. Now she's regretting having forced him to answer that ask. On the other hand, though, she can sympathise with his annoyance. People should really know when not to cross a line.

"Al, they know it was a game. They know you didn't mean it," she sighs in exasperation. Still, deep down, she can't help wondering which idiots kept provoking the Radio Demon of all people. Definitely someone with a second-death wish. "But we are in Hell. People are bound to be assholes. You give them an opening, they are going to take it. You know that better than anyone. Exploiting others' weaknesses, mistakes and whatnot it's like your thing. So tell them to go fuck themselves and be done with it."

Alastor seems to ponder her words for a moment and eventually offers her a nod. Brushing it off is the best course of action.

"Oh, you're the voice of reason in the middle of this senseless mayhem, Vaggie! I knew that I could count on you!" There's definitely a hint of sarcasm in his tone. "Well, my dear listener, I believe that you have your answer. Never going to happen."

His voice is as cutting as his teeth, the shadows receding as he fully slips back into his creepily charming persona.

"I'm as likely to kiss that boastful flat abomination of modern technology as our Vaggie is to kiss...oh, I don't know...Adam, mayhaps?"

An awkward silence follows as Vaggie cringes a little. She gets why he has picked her former comrade, but that was quite the unlucky choice.

"Uh, funny story," she starts after clearing her throat. "You see, I've technically kissed Adam a while ago. On the cheek, but yeah, it still counts I guess."

She doesn't think she has ever seen the grin on Alastor's face look so horrified.

".......Fuck."

"Yup, you kind of walked straight into it, but hey, you couldn't have known, so why don't we...HEY!"

The former Exorcist gets cut off mid-sentence as the Radio Demon snatches the spear out of her hand. She tries to grab it back, but Alastor is already melting away in the shadows, heading who knows where. It's only then that she realises that she's holding his microphone in the place of her weapon.

What in the Heavens is she supposed to do with that?!

"...Okay, I guess I'm the...temporary replacement radio host?" She can't believe that fucker. "What were we doing? Q&A? Alright, I can do that. Hit me?"

{ @holoharbinger / @creationtainted - mentioned }

#[ ic :: anon asks ]#[ ic :: Alastor ]#[ ic :: Vaggie ]#[[ he had to drag her in x'D ]]#[[ he's done answering those questions on his own ]]#[[ also RIP Vaggie ]]#[[ also 2.0: jfc this wasn't supposed to come out THIS long wtf ]]#holoharbinger #creationtainted

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liopleurodean · 1 year

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Season 4, Episode 22: Lucifer Rising

CARRY ON

I think this is the first time they use this song

ASDFGHJKL THE DOOR SLAM

IM GONNA CRY BEFORE THE EPISODE EVEN STARTS

A convent? Really?

Nice

A convent full of demons. Irony at its finest

Oh no, they're not demons

Oop-

(pie hole? Someone's been listening to Dean)

That's a weird way to put it

Yeahhh

Those poor girls

Yikes

Nice car

Not even close

Liar

Nope!

It's a mixed bag

At least Ruby has faith

Right

Parallels

Nope

He won't

Family don't end in blood

If at first you don't succeed

Not for family

That's... unfortunately true

Only partially your fault

I think he does

Oh, Dean

Dean...

It's cry about your blorbo hours

I think I needed this as much as Dean

Ohhh, and that's what needed to happen

Oh, he was definitely a coward

And that's the gospel truth

He's getting it

Where'd he go?

Hi Cas

'almost'

I'm sure

Those poor parents

This is almost as freaky as Ring Around the Rosie

Mark it with an L more like

Not a fan of the deco

Heh. At least they've got drinks on ice

Ew, Zachariah

Pfft, Dean watching Disney channel

AND THE HARP IN THE CORNER

Huh

Uh...

Yeah, definitely weird

Every time Dean makes a Star Trek reference, I fall a little more in love

Fair

Great

It's a coping mechanism

Hmmm

That's the problem

...point

Unfortunately, Dean's word actually means something

Pop culture references make me laugh

A less painful death

Oh, Dean...

Wow, that was a quick voicemail

That's a great way to start

Of course

This is sickening

As ironic as it sounds

Stop it, Sam

This is nowhere near the Trench Run

This is going great

That's horrifying

Dang it

Don't do it, Sam

This is weird

Padre?

This guy is whack

There's a reason for that

The Antichrist

Wow

I mean, Azazel is the only known yellow-eyed demon

That'll take too long

Things keep getting worse and worse

That is too nice of a car to be treated like that (and yes, this also applies to Baby)

That's one way to get their attention

They won't let him

Not even close

Something something let the dead bury the dead

Exceptions

Angels, man

Yikes

Ruby!

Something's up

Good, hold on to that

That's not gonna help, Dean

Whack

Also whack

Sure

I should've known

Cas isn't in on it. Or he is, but he doesn't want to be

It's giving Good Omens

The mirrors make this freaky

My phone thinks a song called "Un Angel Llora" is playing, which. If it's true, the title means "a crying angel," so.

Analogies tend to fall apart pretty quickly, huh

"enema" is not the word I would use

Always plotting

Antichrist.

Man, this really is Good Omens

If I never have to hear "Marsha Marsha Marsha" again, it'll be too soon

Right

For what?

Oh right, they always wanted to have a Sam/Dean fight

Dude

Riiight

Unaware

Spooky

Lilith

That's not good

Hi Cas

That's one way to put it

Hey, Cas is starting to wake up again

That was so fake

Something something ineffable plan

Humanity

What about love?

But it'll never be the same

A good soldier knows when to question bad orders

Please, Cas

Nothing new there

Come on, Cas

And he ditched

You don't have a minute, but please take it anyway

Whoa, what happened

Did Ruby do this?

She did. Now I'm okay with killing her

Right. Thank Chuck

Cas?

Nice

That's a lot of blood

I'm glad that worked

Well, now everyone is getting duped

Really, Chuck?

Whack

That looks like a wedding dress

Riiight

Yup

Team Free Will!

Cas!

Ouch

Uh oh

Get her, Dean

This is so whack

What's Ruby's plan in all this?

Oh, good

A freak, huh?

Oh. Oh no

Dang it, Sam

Well crap

Don't. Don't do it

He broke the seal

You've been duped, Sam

Definitely not God

Really, Ruby?

He can't do it

It's partially your fault, Sam

You can't think he'll ever trust you again, Ruby

Not with anything he wants

Gank her, Dean

That's the first good thing Sam has done all year

Oh, Sam

It's too late now

Time to face the music

Oh, that's trippy

#ashla chick flick moments #supernatural #season 4 episode 22 #lucifer rising

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chasingpj · 3 years

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𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐤

pairing: percy jackson x child of aphrodite! gn reader

requested?: yup!

warnings: mentions of underage drinking, one curse word, and mentions of sexual tension

category: fluff, shy boy x obviously interested girl trope

a/n: don't mind me I'm just projecting and I got carried away

you’re not sure what gravitated you to percy more

the crystal green eyes, the freckles over his nose, the disheveled dark curls, or his clumsiness

the first time you laid eyes on him, he was walking back to his cabin after sword-fighting practice

his tan skin gleamed in the sunlight as a hand came up to swipe away the damp hair sticking on his forehead

for an action so mundane, it made your stomach flutter like crazy

and then the beauty of the moment was ruined right when he trips over the steps of his cabin

you heard stories of the kid killing the minotaur, blowing up a volcano, and rumors of being the suspected child of a huge prophecy

yet, he was not immune from tripping over his feet

and you’re sure the dorky charm of that moment made you think, he’s mine

for the next few days, you were determined to approach him

but you didn’t just want to come up to him and introduce yourself; that would be too plain and forgettable

you ended up finding your opportunity during a capture the flag game

silena gave you instructions to distract percy, and you headed over strong, ready to make your first impression while also taking him down for your team

sure, he had water powers and done a bunch of cool things, but your father made sure you were well trained in sword fighting and martial arts even before you knew about the camp

you planned to take him by surprise, and luckily it worked

with ruthless attacks, it didn’t take long for you to sweep him off his feet and knock his sword out of his hand

by pressing the flat of your sword under his chin, you forced him to look up at you, and you peered into those clear green eyes

gods, he’s cute, you thought

“hey,” you said

percy was stunned, not sure if it was because you effortlessly took him down or if it was because you were one of the prettiest girls he’s ever seen

“... hi,” he sputtered, gawking for a moment as you offered your hand

you swore you felt sparks when his fingers brush across your palm... even though the contact was a little sweaty

in the distance, you heard the satyrs blow the horn and the roars of celebration from your team

“i should go back to the others. catch you later, ocean eyes,” you flirted

percy’s shoulders tensed up when you blew him a kiss; awkwardly frozen in his place as you waited

“well, are you going to catch it? you can’t just let my kiss fly away.”

percy shifted on his feet, not sure if you were serious or not, but when you held your ground with arms folded over your chest, it was clear that’s what you were waiting for

and so with a flushed face, percy awkwardly grabbed the air in the front of him, and you couldn’t help but giggle

“good, i wouldn’t want it flying to a stranger,” you commented playfully. “you know, i don’t really like this whole outdoor camp life thing, but seeing your pretty face around here makes it a lot better”

“uh… oh, thanks?” he stammered, not having the words to respond

you winked at him before walking off, more than satisfied with your first impression

after that, you were contemplating your next move

children of aphrodite can see all the possibilities in a potential relationship

you were able to see you and percy eating ice cream in central park, holding hands at camp, a shy kiss on your first date

you wanted all of it, and you going to make sure you get it

of course, silena and your siblings were your wing women

if percy was in the strawberry fields, you were picking strawberries beside him

in the fields, you got to know him and his sarcastic humor, which made your crush flourish

you even took sword fighting classes at the same time as him and made sure he was your partner most of the time

whenever you had a chance, you’d affectionately fix his hair or his armor just to hear his shy thank you’s

he’s never had a girl show this much interest in him, so you definitely made him a little nervous, but despite that, he opened up to you pretty quick

sometimes he’d help you out in the stables, and you noticed how he’d fumble with the harnesses or knock things over when you would flirt with him

you loved his reactions so much that you always took it up a notch just to see how he’d react

you suppose the pegasi didn’t make percy’s shyness any better

there were times where he’d shush them, or the tips of his ears would grow even more flushed at a neigh or huff from one of the pegasuses

as the summer came to an end, you gave percy your email and made sure you stayed in touch

you didn’t live very far from one another, but you didn’t dare ask to hangout

you wanted to be asked first!

and you were disappointed when the invitation never came despite the two of you being consistent with sending emails

the year flew by fast, though, and you were excited to return to camp for an array of reasons; percy being one of those reasons, of course

when you saw him for the first time that summer, you were in awe at how different he looked after a year

he was taller, broader, and just more handsome overall

your stomach went into a frenzy when he greeted you with a boyish smile while his hand rubbed the back of his neck nervously because he didn’t fail to notice how, somehow, you were even prettier than he remembered

unfortunately, having the prepare for the war meant you guys were too busy to hang out as often as you did the previous summer

but when you did have time to see each other, it was still fun

there was an unspoken rule between you and percy that any talk about the war wasn’t allowed

it allowed you guys to just bask in the nights where you would watch the sunset while joking around and sharing funny stories

those nights were calm and still; they brought a sense of normalcy amongst the chaos and growing tensions

because of this, percy had sought out your company whenever he could get it

being with you made him feel like time slowed down

inevitably, the battle of manhattan occurred and passed, causing the summer to end with the grief of losing your siblings

while campers arranged the ceremonies to honor their siblings, percy hopped around to help

losing silena as a counselor meant it was time to pick a new one, and to your surprise, your siblings nominated you

you were silena’s right-hand person, the oldest in the group after her, and the strongest fighter, so your siblings felt it was fair that you took the role

but it didn’t feel right to you; the pressure of being a newly elected councilor while still grieving silena weighed hard on your shoulders

after the nomination, you needed time to get away and sit with your thoughts, and you were only there for a moment alone until percy had found you

his eyes studied your somber expression, and he was quick to ask what was wrong

as you poured out all your worries, percy was quiet and attentive

you cuddled up to his side for comfort, and even in your sorrow, you didn’t fail to notice the way he tensed up

finally, when you let everything out, he chimed in to soothe your worries

your expression was a little lovestruck as he said everything you needed to hear, and well, his strong arm around your shoulders definitely helped too

you were so elated that you couldn't help but press a kiss on his cheek to thank him

his flushed face was enough to lift your spirits for good that day

by the time the summer officially came to an end, you could feel that percy’s feelings for you were becoming stronger

the romantic possibilities you envisioned became more apparent, but percy hadn’t asked you out yet

and like, you guessed you could have asked him out, but that wasn't fair in your book

you were already making the first moves; it was his turn to do something about it

then you were sure your mother pitied you because finally, after a few more months of emailing, percy asked if you to go ice skating with him, and of course, you agreed

but then, you concluded that it was more like a cruel joke from your mom because percy never showed up

you waited hours for him before you trudged home in defeat

heartbroken wasn’t even enough to describe how you were feeling

being stood up with no follow up from him made you conclude that he just wasn’t interested and you just needed to move on

it wasn’t until you went to CHB for christmas break did you find out percy was missing

you were crazy worried about him and helped as much as you could to try and find him

when it was confirmed that he was still alive, you were more than relieved

from that day on, you were itching to see him again, and finally, after the giant war, you were able to speak to him

you only said a hello before you got sucked into a game of truth or dare with your friends

the game was self-explanatory; spin the bottle and the person who’s chosen is submissive to the person who spun it

you made up some lousy dares for the first few people until you spun the bottle in percy’s direction

“truth or dare?” your voice was challenging, and a little flirty

percy shifts in his place, “truth.”

“do you want to kiss me?”

“dare.”

“kiss me.”

the instigating coos of your friends made you smile, which contrasted percy’s stunned expression

“never have i ever-”

“that’s not even the game, percy!”

your friends laughed at your interaction, but you were honestly a little annoyed

he liked you; you could feel it, so what was he even waiting for?

“it’s fine. you don’t have to kiss me if you don’t want to,” you say with a playful smile in an attempt to hide your disappointment

“shit, i’d kiss you,” leo joked, and you suddenly perked up at the request

a new idea came to your mind

“so kiss me,” you snapped your gaze to leo, a smirk on your face

leo gasped so hard; he choked on his own saliva

while he coughed erratically, showcasing all his shock on his face, you announced, “new rule! you can only give up a dare if someone else in the group offers to take it for you.”

your gaze fixed on leo, “so, are you going to kiss me or what?”

“uh, only if you want to,” he stammered, and you smiled, moving to lean over in his direction

suddenly, percy cut in, “i didn’t give up the dare.”

your attention shifted to him, and you didn’t fail to pick up the jealousy radiating off of him

your stomach flipped with anticipation at the success of your idea

if percy needed a push, you were going to push him

“you’ve given leo false hope then,” you joked, and playfully leo sighed.

“man, so close,” he mumbled.

you bit your lip as you leaned in percy’s direction

you felt his attraction to you; his eyes told you everything you needed to know and more

and before you knew it, your lips were against his

the kiss was short, but for a moment, the world around you was drowned out; you barely heard the coos and cheers of your friends around you

with a satisfied smirk, you pulled away, settling back in your spot as percy’s eyes averted elsewhere, too shy to look at you

you and your friends played the game until you grew bored and found something else to do

because the festivities kept pulling you in one direction to another, the only interaction you had with percy was the occasional longing glance and nothing else

as you escorted a few of your sisters who drank a little too much back to your cabin, you were sure you’d have to wait another day to talk to him

lost in your dismay, you automatically denied piper’s offer to finish the task

it wasn’t until she scoffed did you pull out of your thoughts

“are you kidding? go. i’ll get them back. you find percy.”

“oh yeah. you guys need to do something about that sexual tension. are you gonna date him or what?” another one of your sisters slurred

before you could even protest, you were shooed away by not only piper but by the rest of your siblings too

you stayed in your spot, making sure they had at least made it to the steps of the cabin before you pranced up to percy’s cabin

you figured it wouldn’t hurt to ask if he wanted to go on a walk with you

your knock is followed by a few moments of shuffling before he opened the door

and, whew, you were pleasantly surprised to be greeted by a shirtless percy

“hey." you leaned on the door frame, your eyes trailing down to admire his toned torso

“eyes up here," percy playfully demanded

you were almost hesitant to avert your eyes, but you obliged.

"i wanted to ask if you wanted to take a walk. you know, i just haven’t been sleeping well."

percy leaned against the door frame, amused at the dramatic pout on your face.

“sure, let me put on a shirt firs-”

“oh, you don’t have to. i don’t mind,” you cut him off, and his head tilts back just a little as he laughs

“i’m putting on a shirt,” he declares playfully, and you whine in fake disappointment

on your walk, he told you all the crazy things that happened while he was missing, and even though his stories were a lot more interesting than what you had to say, he was eager to hear about what you've been up to

your conversation persisted as you walked around the camp and as you arrived at the docks, another idea came to mind

suddenly, you cut yourself off mid-sentence, your gaze fixed on the water

“perce, you know, i can’t swim,” you mention, stepping on the wooden dock

“really?”

“really.”

it was quiet for a moment, and percy's expression was laced with confusion as you kicked off your shoes

you didn’t even care that you were wearing designer clothes, running straight off the dock and into the deep lake water

you heard percy yell your name right as your body completely submerges in the water

and it wasn't even more than 3 seconds before percy jumped in, one arm immediately wrapping around your waist to swim up to the surface with you

his baffled expression sent you into a fit of laughter

“what? why did you do that?!”

“cause i knew you’d come and get me.”

percy’s lips curved up into a smile, and you took the time to admire his features in the moonlight

you swore you saw his eyes flicker to your lips for a second, and the action made you hyper-aware of how close your noses were

"kiss me!" you thought in your head as you circled your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer

you could feel his admiration, the accelerated thump of his heart, the fluttering in his stomach that mimicked yours

the kiss you shared earlier was far too short for your liking, and you were already looking forward to the next opportunity to kiss him again

“i haven’t forgotten that i owe you a date.”

you smiled at his words, half-distracted at the proximity of his lips

“so it was a date all along?” you asked, and percy nods, amused

“you know, i was thinking now that there isn’t another big prophecy and the chances of me disappearing again aren’t likely, that, maybe, you and i could-”

“yes! gods, yes.” you cut him off, and percy laughs at your eagerness

you waited too long for the question that you couldn’t even let him finish asking

he isn’t able to say anything else as you pull him into a passionate kiss

it was as if the years of anticipation were being poured into the movement of your mouths

the kiss was long, growing in eagerness until the harpies had ruined your fun and the two of you had to run back to your cabins

a part of you had wished that all of this would have happened sooner

you had plenty of nights where you were stared at the ceiling with conflicted thoughts, wondering if you guys just weren't meant to be, if you somehow made up his attraction to you in your head, or if you should ask him out first and save yourself the potential regret

but when you returned to your cabin full of enthusiastic siblings asking why you were soaking wet and why your lipstick was smudged, you realized you wouldn’t have changed a single thing

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Ѕтдсч’ѕ Мом

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ɴᴀᴛᴀsʜᴀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴏғғ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Summary: fucking stacy’s mom dude; what else is there to say?

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: milf!nat good god, age gap [not established but over 21 cuz drinks lol and pretty big but consensual ofc], major mommy kink lol, unnecessarily using the phrase ‘stacy’s mom’ too much, i might end doing another part even though it’s a long one

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: stacy’s mom has got it going on ;)

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“Did you hear me?” Stacy asked you.

“Huh?” you snapped your head back to her completely unsure of what she said.

You two were hanging around the pool soaking in the sun. It was summer and your college classes didn’t start for another six weeks. You’ve been spending your summer with Stacy and her mom at her beach/fucking big ass mansion in California.

Stacy’s mom worked as an architect or something back home in New York with Stark Industries so to say they were rich would be a huge understatement. She was practically a billionaire like the owner himself. Also the most gorgeous woman you’ve ever laid your eyes on. You’ve had a crush on her since the day you met her back home in New York.

“I asked if you wanted to order pizza? We can get something else but I’m not cooking without my mom,” she giggled.

The day that Stacy’s mom went back to New York for a business trip you guys attempted to make pancakes. Fucking pancakes. And almost burned down the house. Everyday since, you guys have been buying and ordering delivery on everything; she had the money so.

“Oh sure that’s cool. Maybe we can go pick up some beer too?” you suggested.

“I like the way you think, Y/l/n,” Stacy said, pulling out her phone.

You laid back down letting the sun warm your skin before you turned your head back to Stacy.

“When is your mom coming back?”

“Um, I’m not sure but probably sometime this weekend, she shouldn’t have been gone that long. Why? You miss her? Like her more than me?�� Stacy jokes, making you flush and get defensive.

“What? No, I was just asking,” you told her.

“Hey, relax I’m just messing with ya,” she laughed.

You breathed out heavily and tried to distract your thoughts but you weren’t doing a good job as you instantly started thinking about Stacy’s mom. Goddammit. You two went inside and heard a knock on the big glass front door and Stacy ran to get the door. The pizza is probably here.

You went ahead to the guest room you occupied and instantly took a cold shower. You were sweaty and overheated from sunbathing not from the insensitive thoughts about Stacy’s mom bending you over the side of the pool as she pumped her fingers in and out of you whispering the filthiest things in your ear, definitely not from that.

You came out and the smell of greasy pizza overcame you. You walked into the kitchen finding the pizza sitting on the counter and you walked over to grab your slice. You stuff the slice in your mouth before turning to grab a beer from the fridge. You grabbed the beer and shut the fridge door only to be completely taken by surprise.

“Got enough for one more gal?” your eyes widen and your breath hitched making you almost choke on the pizza still stuffed in your mouth. You pulled the pizza out and chewed rapidly as her gorgeous smile widened at your flustered state.

“Miss Romanoff, you’re back,” you said, your mouth still full.

“Yup, just got back,” she nodded towards the baggage piled by the living room couch.

“Cool,” you swallowed audibly.

“Mom! You’re back,” Stacy came in; thankfully.

“Hi hon. You two holding up with delivery and junk?” she joked nodding towards the pizza on the counter and in your hand along with the beer.

“Hey, we tried to cook something but we almost burnt the house down so we just gave up,” Stacy explained, grabbing a greasy slice of pizza.

“Ugh, you girls need to learn how to cook. This stuff isn’t good for you to have all day everyday.”

“Well, if you hadn’t left us,” Stacy said sarcastically with a mocking grin.

“Trust me, I didn’t want to,” she said, looking at you.

A few hours had passed and you sat in the living room watching movies with Stacy and her mom. The movie was quite scary since those were Stacy’s favorite and during a particular quiet and suspenseful scene your stomach growled embarrassingly loud causing both of the women to snap their heads to you.

“I- I’m so sorry, I’m really hungry,” you mumbled shyly.

“Lemme order something,” Stacy said, grabbing her phone.

“No, no, no. you girls are done with the takeout. Come on; go wash your hands. We’re gonna cook something together.”

You and Stacy stood at the counter covered in flour tiredly kneading dough with your hands. Stacy’s mom grew up in Russia and she wanted to teach you guys how to make her favorite dish that her mom always made for her for lazy summer nights just like this one.

“Ugh, my hands hurt,” Stacy complained.

“That means you're doing it right,” her mom snickered.

She came up behind you closer than you’d like peering over your shoulder like a vulture. She rested her hand on either side of you cagin you in, pressing against the counter suggestively. You breathing quicken and you could feel her breath fanning over your shoulder and chills erupted all over your skin.

“You doing alright?” she asked you, of which you silently nodded afraid that your voice would betray you embarrassingly in front of her and her daughter.

“Good girl,” she whispered, squeezing your hip making you jolt.

“You good?” Stacy chuckled.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you said sneaking a glance at Stacy’s mom who carried mischief in her eyes.

You continued to slowly but surely make your dinner for the night until suddenly the doorbell rang and echoed across the gigantic house.

“Expecting company, you two?” Stacy’s mom asked.

“Not that we know of?” Stacy said wiping her hand on her apron before scurrying to the front door.

“You’re doing so good, Y/n,” Stacy’s mom teased.

“Th- Thank you,” you mumbled timidly.

“Of course. Anytime, hon,” she whispered getting closer to you.

“Miss Romanoff,” you whispered, turning your head.

“Yeah?” she smiled softly, her lips impossibly close to yours.

“I- uh, you’re-”

“What are you guys doing?” Stacy asked.

“Y/n’s got something in her eye; poor thing,” she said and you instantly started blinking quickly and rubbing your eye, feigning that uncomfortable feeling.

“Oh no, do you need eye drops?” Stacy asked sincerely, guess she bought it.

“No, I think I’m ok,” you told her quickly.

That’s when you actually registered your surroundings again after being suffocated by Stacy’s mom’s perfume and lusting atmosphere. God, you want this woman to fuck you so badly.

“What’re you doing here?” Stacy’s mom asked in her usual playful manner.

“Well, I wanted to surprise Stacy by taking her to a weekend getaway in Malibu; had I known you had guests. I don’t mean to exclude you,” Jason, Satcy’s boyfriend arrived without notice.

“Oh, it’s ok. I’ve been here all summer. You should go; spend some summertime with your boyfriend for a bit,” you smiled at Stacy.

“Really? I don’t want to leave you all alone,” Stacy said.

“She won't be alone; she’ll be with me,” Stacy’s mom said smirking at you; she pressed her hand to your lower back making you stiffen.

“Think you can handle my mom for the entire weekend alone?” Stacy said laughing but you weren’t.

“Can you?” her mom teased.

“I’ll try,” you said shakily. You were not ready.

“Ok, ok. Let me go pack,” Stacy said, turning to Jason excitedly.

Jason followed in pursuit hot on her heels leaving you alone for a moment with her mom. She caged you in her arms as she did before, pressing her hips flushed against your bottom. You gasped softly feeling her cold hands riding up your back under your shirt.

“Miss Romanoff,” you choked.

“Nat; we’re close, aren’t we?” she whispered in your ear.

“What are you doing?” you felt her nails lightly scratching your back making you shudder.

“We’re gonna have the whole weekend to ourselves, hon,” she smirked devilishly.

“Fuck,” you breathed out when her hands brushed to your front, her thumbs grazing the bottom of your breasts.

“Ok, all ready; I think,” you heard Stacy and her boyfriend coming down the stairs. Nat, pushed her herself off you and walked over to her daughter and her boyfriend, swaying her hips just a little bit more than usual knowing you’d kept your eyes subtly trained on them.

“Have fun you two. We’ll see you guys Monday?”

“Monday night,” Jason said.

“Bye mom. Bye, Y/n.”

You waved them off with a small smile, your stomach doing flips anticipated what the hell this woman had in store for you. If she was even going to lay a hand on you, you had no fucking idea. You just stay still, absolutely unmoving, behind the counter.

“Alright, hon. Let’s finish this dinner,” Nat said, turning to you.

Throughout finishing cooking, Nat kept her hands to herself but that didn’t mean she stopped teasing you. Every time you did something correctly, she whispered praises to you that made you wet, arousal pooling between your thighs uncontrollably.

You sat at the counter next to her quietly eating what you made with her help. She watched you carefully to see if you’d like the food and you weren’t going to lie, the food was amazing.

“You did it all by yourself, малышка. Such a good girl you are,” she whispered making you tremble. She picked up your empty plate and carried it to the sink. You sat still in your seat before Nat came up behind, moving your hair from your shoulder and neck. She leaned down and pressed her lips lightly against your burning skin.

“Miss Romanoff,” you said suddenly standing abruptly.

“Yes, hon,” she said.

“W- we, we can’t-” you heavily stuttered.

“Ok,” she responded.

“Wh- what?”

“Ok; I’m sorry,” she stepped away from you. You don’t know why you were so surprised, you literally told her to stop.

“Ok,” you whispered.

“Good night, hon,” she said walking away.

When she was out of sight you huffed deeply feeling like you could finally breathe normally again. You trotted hastily upstairs seeing as Nat was seemingly in her room. You walked up to her door cautiously, light peering from under the door; reaching for the handle but ultimately shied away thinking about the fact that she was your best friend’s mother.

“Fuck, this is wrong,” you said to yourself frustratingly.

You went to your own room closing the door as quietly as possible. You tried to occupy your mind as best as you could running a shower, brushing your teeth, even re-folding your clothes that were already tucked neatly in your drawers. You couldn't shake the feeling of the way her lips felt against your skin.

You were so desperate to be in that position again and Stacy’s out of the house; the opportunity was perfect but of course you cowarded away running off to your room lying to yourself that you didn’t desperately want to spend the night in her bed.

You looked at the time and saw that it was around ten at night deciding it was late enough to hit the sheets; not the ones you want but whatever at point honestly. That proved to be a huge struggle as you tossed and turned for hours. Everytime you close your eyes you're met with those beautiful emerald green eyes that you find yourself getting lost in everytime you see them.

“Ugh, shit,” you groaned, unable to sleep.

You stood up abruptly throwing your sheets to the floor paying no mind to the mess you made. You swung the door open and stomped to her room. You were furious that this woman, who clearly didn’t do anything, was keeping from sleeping peacefully as you had been in the previous nights.

You stood silently in front of her door breathing heavily. What were you thinking? What were you gonna do; yell at this poor woman who didn't do anything? But she did. She kissed you.

“Are you gonna stand out there like a creep or are you gonna let yourself in?” her muffled voice came from beyond the door and your eyes widened.

You hastily turned the knob to her door finding her resting beautifully in the golden dimmed light on her large white bed; the sheets so fluffy she looked like an angel resting on a cloud. She had a book in hand, it was Russian so you couldn’t understand the words. But nevermind that, you stood in front of the closed door with an angry expression on your face.

“Now what’s got your panties in a twist, hon?” she asked, a smirk playing on her naturally red lips.

“You,” you retorted.

“And what do you want me to do about those panties?” she closed her book, setting it on her night stand. God, why did she say it like that?

“I can’t sleep.”

“Why’s that?” she knows why; she’s got you wrapped around her dainty little finger.

“You kissed me,” you said quickly.

“Uh, correction. I kissed your neck,” she swung her legs over the edge of the bed to stand up.

“You- you, you put your hands on me. And- and, and you stopped.”

“Because you said to,” she walked up to you, making your stomach flip.

“I didn’t really mean it,” you whispered shyly.

“Really?” she whispered back.

“Do you want me to put my hands on you again?” she asked seductively.

You hesitated refusing to look her in those perfect green eyes because you know you fall when you do.

“Look at me and use those big girl words,” she whispered, her breath fanning across your face.

“Please,” you whimpered.

“Please what?” she teased.

You looked up at her letting out a shaky breath. You were about to pass the point of no return and looking into those hypnotizing sage eyes you wanted nothing more than to let her have her way with you.

“Please kiss me,” you whimpered.

Nat grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you flushed against her body kissing you feverishly. Your eyes fluttered closed, moving your lips with hers. Her hands ran up under your shirt ghosting your skin making your skin burst into chills. You practically trembled under her cold hands.

“Красотка,” she whispered against your lips.

“Huh?’ you mumbled dazed and confused by the sudden change of dialect; that was very hot keep in mind.

“абсолютно очаровательны,” she chuckled.

“Wha-?” you stuttered. What the fuck just happened?

She lifted her hands up your body as did you, lifting you shirt off your body. She practically growled at the sight of your breasts. She leaned down, licking along the valley of your breasts peering up at you with those big eyes you loved so much.

She kneeled to the ground pulling your pajama bottoms down your legs torturously slowly. You wiggled your knees back and forth whining at her teasing but she simply nipped and kissed your legs chuckling at your eagerness. She rubbed your legs softly standing up and rested her hands on your hips.

“You are so beautiful,” she tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Thank you,” you said timidly.

“Come here, Красотка,” you followed her to the bed and you excitedly crawled to the center. Nat stayed standing smirking at your hypnotized expression as she peeled her shirt off her body and dragged her shorts and panties down her legs. She crawled to you with a playful smile on her lips and sat directly in front of you.

You grinned climbing onto her lap kissing her softly. Her hands ran lightly up your back as her lips moved smoothly against yours. You could feel her perky nipples brushing yours pulling soft moans from you. Her hand made its way into your hair tugging the strands to pull your head back. Her lips instantly falling to the skin of your neck sucking marking you as hers. Your breathing became static and heavy and Nat chuckled at your inexperience.

“Tell me, Y/n, have you ever been with a woman before?” she whispered in your ear, her breath making you shiver.

You shook your head.

“Words, Красотка,” she gripped your chin harshly.

“No; never,” you whispered.

“Oh, I’m gonna have fun with you, little one,” she chuckled darkly.

“Oh god,” you moaned.

“You want mommy to show you a good time?” she snickered.

“Please.”

“Lay back, baby. Mommy’s gonna be right back,” she said kissing you softly. Your stomach fluttered as you patiently waited laying on her incredibly soft bed. You turned your head to watch her leave ever so elegantly; her bottom swaying teasingly as she disappeared into her closet. She walked out with a huge strap and some silk ties and your legs started to shake from excitement? Fear? Both? Yeah, both.

“Safe word?”

“Milf,” you said cheekily, making her laugh out loud.

“Funny.” she mocked, shaking her head.

“Arms up. You let me know if it gets too much ok?” she said cupping your face sweetly.

“Ok; mommy,” you grinned before she kissed you quickly.

She moved up your body straddling your waist to tie the silk ropes around your wrists and the bedframe. You could feel the warmth from her core grinded against you and you felt yourself grow hot under her and bit your lip shyly. She peered down at your flustered state and smirked, proudly seeing you already squirming haven’t even laid a finger on you. She tugged harshly on the knots making sure you had nowhere to go and your stomach flipped when you tested it and you were unable to move your arms from their newfound position.

“Are you gonna tie my legs too?” you asked.

“We’ll take it easy the first night?” First night?

She stood at the foot of the bed staring lustfully into your eyes as she put on the strap, settling comfortably around her hips. She spit in her hand before wrapping it around the standing faux cock pumping and coating it with her saliva. You couldn't help the way you instinctively squeezed the thighs shut in an attempt to relieve yourself.

“Open those pretty legs sweetie. Let mommy take a look at your gorgeous pussy,” her words made you moan softly as you complied.

“So beautiful,” she whispered, almost to herself but you could hear her delicate words.

Her hands came up your thighs and placed them over her own. She brought her fingers down to your core and circled her finger around your entrance. You’ve been aroused since the moment she first pressed her lips against your skin downstairs; to say you were wet was an understatement, you were practically dripping already. She grinned devilishly before pushing her fingers past your folds slowly.

“We're gonna have to stretch you out if this fat cock is gonna fit inside you,” she told you.

You moaned feeling how cold her fingers were, but you loved it. Her thumb came up and pressed firmly against your clit before circling languidly. Your brows furrowed at the pleasure she was stimulating and you bit your lip trying your hardest to not moan like a pornstar.

“I wanna hear you, Красотка,” she pulled your bottom lip from between your teeth.

“Ugh, mommy. That feels so good,” you breathed out.

“Just wait til mommy gets to stuff her cock in this tight little pussy,” she practically growled. Her fingers moved faster in and out of you and you felt that familiar coil in the pit of your stomach, a feeling you often got when you thought about her with your hand between your thighs, starting to build.

“Ah shit, I’m gonna come, mommy!” you whined, tugging on the ropes.

“You wanna come? Come for mommy, Красотка,” she whispered.

Your stomach tightened and your legs squeezed tightly around her waist as you gushed all over her fingers. When you slowly came down from your first orgasm, she brought her fingers to her mouth sucking them clean. Her enchanting green eye locked with yours as she did so; god that was so hot.

“So fucking sweet,” she moaned. She grabbed her faux cock and rubbed the tip along your entrance and you jolted at the feeling.

“You gotta breathe baby, breathe,” she pushed her hips forward and your body tensed up at the stretching her cock was doing to you. Her hands grabbed your waist as she slowly began thrusting her hips in and out. You back arched off the bed; becoming a moaning mess under the stunning redhead.

Nat held a blissful expression watching you write beneath her. It had been so long since she’s ravished another in her bed. And she’s kept an eye on you for a while. You were this sweet little thing that walked through the elevator doors back home in New York and Nat knew she wanted you.

She’s always known and saw the way you let your eyes linger. The way you stuttered when she asked you a question. The way you’d instantly freeze when she grazed her fingers over your waist, or pressed her hand on your lower back to get past you for whatever. Most of the time it was just an excuse to get close to you.

You made her feel young again. Reminded here what it was like to be desired by another woman. She knew you would never muster up the courage to actually make some sort of move, especially since you are always with Stacy. Tonight was a perfect opportunity and it terrified her for that moment that she had fucked up and scared you off. She really cared about you and for you; and hurting you was damn near about to kill the woman.

“You're taking mommy’s cock so well, Красотка,” she cupped your face.

You started grunting and whining practically yanking at the restraints. Grinding your hips in rhythm with her thrust desperately chasing your second release. God, the woman made you come once and now you’re completely and utterly addicted to her.

“Now, don’t get greedy, little one. Mommy’s giving all she can; do you need to be punished? I can walk away-”

“No! Please, mommy! Don’t leave me, please,’ tears brimmed your ears; you didn’t even want to think about not being her arms right now.

“Ok, then be a good girl and stop whining like a little brat. Is that what you are? Just a greedy whore desperate for mommy’s cock?” her words made you moan and squirm even more.

“No, I’m sorry mommy,” you choked out.

“Oh, Красотка,” she sighed.

She quickly pulled out, making you almost scream. You quickly let out a string of apologies but she simply grabbed your hips and flipped you over to your stomach. She brought her hand up and striked down smacking your cheek so loud it frightened you. However the sting felt so delicious and you shudder secretly wanting more. Her hand ran up your back grabbing your hair harshly to pull your head back; her body molding perfectly against you as she spoke in your ear.

“Красотка, mommy wanted to go easy on you tonight but if you want to act like a whore, you’ll get fucked like one.”

“Fuck!” you cried when she rutted her hips back into you from behind.

Her hand grabbed the globes of your ass, kneading the hot flesh from her spanks. Your upper body was being propped by your elbows until Nat hit a particular spot inside you that made you collapse. Nat smiled proudly to herself, continuing to drive her hips into you.

“Красотка, I can tell you want to come,” she said.

“Yes! Please, mommy let me come! Your cock feels so good,” you moaned muffled by the sheets your face was buried in.

“Go ahead, Красотка. Let go all over Mommy’s cock,” she granted.

“Fuck!” you back arched and your head was thrown back; your toes curled.

You practically trembled feeling Nat’s faux cock hit deeper inside you than any other partner, which wasn’t many to begin with, had ever reached before. Your eyes rolled so far back you felt like you were about to pass out. You’ve never been in such a euphoria high quite like this before and it was overwhelming. Tears flowed down your cheeks as you cried Nat’s name until everything went black for a moment.

You pried your tired eyes open realizing you were tucked closely by Nat’s side.

“There she is,” Nat cooed.

“I didn’t hurt, did I?” she asked softly.

“No, I feel great,” you giggled.

“You did so well, Красотка,” she kissed your forehead, cuddling you closer.

“What does that mean? The name you called me,” you asked.

“It means ‘beautiful girl’,” she whispered looking into your eyes.

Fucking hell, you were falling in love with this woman more and more with every passing second. You casted your eyes away shyly but she cupped your face and made you look at her again.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” she teased.

“I know it might be wrong, but I’m in love with Stacy’s mom,” you told her.

She smiled softly before kissing you passionately, literally taking your breath away. No other words were exchanged. You simply closed your eyes and basked in what could be the only night you get to spend with someone as perfect as Natasha.

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⇴ male reader [22, virgin] ⇴ all characters are depicted as [18]+

↣ rating: explicit, 18+ ↣ warnings: over 5k words long, smut, Age Gap (12 years), older Bakugou (34), shy virgin reader, fluffy smut

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“Mhmhm… Mh… Wait, Katsuki…san…”, you barely managed to mumble before breaking the kisses, both of you panting lightly.

“Huh?! I’ve waited too fucking long, [Your.name]!”, Bakugou growled while trying to pull you back down.

Though you managed to push him back a little before your boyfriend could aggressively kiss you once more.

“I know, just… let me take a shower first! I just came home from my 10 hour shift, threw my hero costume into the hallway and rushed over here.”

“Ughg, fine.”, Katsuki grumbled lightly, his hand that had held on to your shirt desperately, loosening.

A small smile flitted across your lips before you quickly smooched him.

“Thank you. Oh and- here.”, you pulled the two tickets you had talked about before out of your back pocket.

“Oh… right… You said you had tickets, hm?”

“Yup, a friend of mine works behind the scenes for the comedian we both really like. Remember? We talked about it?”, tilting your head lightly, your cute smile and shimmering eyes reminded Katsuki of an adorable little dog. The thought alone made him also smile a little – so innocent and cute.

“Yeah… On our first date. I can’t believe you remembered.”

“Of course! So, I used my connections to get us two tickets.”, you excitedly declared. It helped with the urge of not staring at your boyfriend who was still standing naked in front of you.

“So when are we going?”, Bakugou casually asked, looking at the two tickets to find a date.

“April next year! I am so exited already though.”, you giggled.

Meanwhile Bakugou’s heart was doing a flip in his chest. Next year in April meant that you were believing you and him would still be together by that time. Making plans so far ahead, how was he supposed not to get emotional and happy?

“Katsuki-sa- hm!”

Pulling you down again, he surprised you with yet another intimate kiss. Once again not knowing where to really put your hands, you awkwardly placed them on his lower back. Though feeling the bare skin under your fingertips was enough to send a strong jolt down south. Damn it, how were you going to survive actual sex?

“Go take a shower. And don’t let me wait too long.”, Bakugou finally said when he pulled back with a smirk on his lips that made your cheeks warm.

“Uh-huh!”, was your only dreamily sighed answer as you watched him for a moment, completely dazed. There he was, walking up the stairs so casually – butt-naked and making your dick hurt inside your jeans.

Thus, you literally sprinted into the bathroom to take the quickest shower while scrubbing yourself the cleanest you’ve ever been.

Bakugou on the other hand couldn’t contain his grin when he stared at the tickets in his hands. He didn’t even know if you had realized the meaning behind those. Or maybe he was just overreacting seeing you plan ahead so much. It probably would have made him uncomfortable a few months ago, when he was freshly dating you, but now? Katsuki couldn’t stop his heart from beating so violently in his chest.

Walking over to the drawer, he prepared some things, like throwing the tube of lube onto the bed and rummaging through all the condoms that he hoarded. Without realizing it, his mind started wandering on its own. Not that anyone could really blame him. Bakugou had the desire to have sex with you for quite some time, so of course he had let his imagination take over. Wondering what you would look like without anything on. Since, to this day, you had been too shy to even undress in front of him.

Now that he thought about it, he hadn’t had any intimate contact with anyone ever since his last relationship ended four years ago. And suddenly, Bakugou’s heart hammered quickly for a different reason. It definitely had been a while since he had sex with anyone.

When Katsuki heard someone rushing up the stairs though, he quickly shook his head a bit, trying to get those thoughts out of his head.

“What am I fucking thinking? It’s just sex. No need to overthink this so much. God, I’m getting old.”

And then, you already came inside, a towel around your hips.

“Ah, good timing. So, do you think we need Large or Extra Large?”, Bakugou teased you, holding up two condoms. However, his teasing certainly flew over your head when your face displayed pure shock.

Only for you to turn around, wanting to flee again. Thankfully though, Bakugou reacted swiftly, grabbing your arm and turning you back around, just for your hands to cover your face.

“I will disappoint you, Katsuki-san!”

“Hey, that was just a joke, come on. You’re so fucking easy to scare.”, he chuckled and playfully rolled his eyes.

“Sorry…”, you mumbled shyly.

“Come here. Don’t think about it too hard. I ain’t grading you or anything, yeah? Just relax.”, and with that, he pulled you down for a kiss. His other hand sneaking to your hips and pulling on the towel. This time, you thankfully stayed calm as you let him push you back and onto the bed.

His muscular, broad body crawling on top of yours almost made you explode. This was really happening. How often had you imagined and dreamt about it? And now it was really going to happen.

“It’s just…”, you broke the kisses, your eyes already gleaming with lust, “I feel like I’m gonna explode any second, Katsuki-san. Just seeing you naked is enough to make me go crazy. To be honest… just thinking about you is enough to give me a boner. I feel so stupid!”

Bakugou was blushing a little, yet he was flattered. With his mind sometimes playing tricks on him and him fearing he was too old for you, knowing he had such an effect on you… was nice.

“That’s not stupid… You’re so cute.”, he whispered before leaning down again to kiss you.

“Touch me… You want to… no?”

“HMH!”, was the only thing you whimpered so desperately as Katsuki already grabbed your hand to place them onto his small, yet unbelievably strong body.

All it took was for Bakugou to scooch closer and lower his ass onto your hips for your cock to bounce and drops of precum to drip down. Your body visibly shuddering was honestly the best feeling, because your reactions were so cute and honest. Still so innocent to the touches. Katsuki loved that. He really felt incredibly desirable and wanted.

Your trembling hands were roaming his body, not sure what to do but you also didn’t want to stop. His muscles felt so nice underneath your palm. His skin was smooth and yet rough in some areas. Bakugou’s body was showing scars from previous battles, though it only made him so sexy and handsome it was almost too much for you.

At the end, you stopped when you grabbed his luscious thighs the moment he started to grind his cock against your own. An unstoppable moan escaped your throat instantly as you dug your nails into his skin whilst another violent jolt made your cock visibly throb.

Breaking away from your mouth eventually, Bakugou couldn’t help but smirk when he saw how red your lips already were from so much kissing. Leaning in, his swollen lips met your neck, softly nibbling and making you shudder once more. His smirk so prominent you could feel it on your skin.

“How do you feel, [Your.name]?”, Katsuki whispered in your ear, enjoying the soft moan and twitching of your body against his.

“Hot… It’s unfair you’re so… fucking sexy, Katsuki-san…”, you barely managed to choke out.

It only elicit a small chuckle from your boyfriend when he sat back up, his cheeks however having a small pink tint to them. You watched attentively as he reached to the side to grab the lube. Though before he could open the bottle, you stopped him.

“Wait, Katsuki-san, can… can I do it…?”, which definitely made your poor, shy heart beat ten times as fast as it was healthy.

“Haa… you sure?”, he reluctantly asked, one brow raised.

But you nodded and sat back up to wrap your arms around his hips while your noses almost touched.

“Mh. I want to make you feel good… and learn what you like…”, you sheepishly mumbled and then softly placed a kiss on the tip of his nose.

“Oh…”, Bakugou smirked before wrapping his arms around your neck to kiss you, then whisper against your lips, “Then don’t hold back… I’ll serve as your guinea pig.”

Smirking yourself, you returned the kisses a little deeper, trying to get out the last bit of confidence you had in yourself as you mumbled back, “Then I will put in all my effort so you just need to come back for another round of experimenting.”

And Katsuki certainly liked that you slowly seemed to warm up and not be as nervous as before. His responds a mere chuckle only to capture your lips again for a passionate kiss.

Meanwhile, with your heavily thumping heart, you clumsily opened the lube bottle to squirt some of the liquid onto your fingers before throwing it back onto the bed after closing. Pulling back from your boyfriend’s mouth, you just looked at him for a few seconds to try and get the courage to touch him… Something you had never done before. Touching someone in such an intimate place.

Though before you could chicken out again, you finally reached down and dipped your fingers between his cheeks, the little shudder from Bakugou immediately spurring you on. Hence why you gave yourself the push to play with his ass; circling his twitching hole and rubbing the lube around, just to see him shiver a little.

“Oi… don’t tease…”, Katsuki could also just choke out, before softly moaning a little when you worked your finger inside.

Just the feeling of his warm insides around your finger alone made your cock twitch, the urge to just plunge into him was almost unbearable. Your own breathing quickened as you pushed another finger in before starting to move them. His muscular body was now pressed against your own, your free hand groping his ass to spread him even more.

“Haha- Ah- I guess… you’re a natural…?”, Bakugou chuckled, trying to sound cool and seductive as he wanted to keep the mask of the older and more experienced one. However, when you pushed deeper and found that little spot that made him whine, it was all over for him.

While you had to seriously fight back the urge to just cum all over him because he was just way too fucking sexy and made you completely insane with how erotic he was, Bakugou just let loose and moaned freely.

“D-Do that… ah- gain…”

You truthfully couldn’t believe that was actually happening. Your head was spinning as you moved your fingers like before, rubbing against his sweet spot, trying to memorize what made him feel good.

“I-Is that okay… Katsuki-san?”, you were lightly gasping. He was truly taking your breath away – you didn’t even want to know what would happen if you would actually have sex, your dick was probably going to explode the second you would enter with how on edge you already were.

“Hmh- keep… going, okay?”, Katsuki was merely whining.

God, he sounded so differently, and it was so erotic and sexy. And it certainly didn’t help when he scooched even closer, his throbbing cock rubbing up against your own was almost enough for you.

“K-Katsuki-san, ahn don’t… do that…”, you helplessly moaned and buried your face in the nook of his neck, making him just chuckle.

“I don’t know what you- fuck-! even.. mea- NGH!”, clawing at your shoulder, he deliberately started moving his hips a little. Thrusting his throbbing dick against your own, smearing precum around while you kept fucking him with your fingers.

“K-Katsuki-san!”, all you could do was moan out his name, being the sensitive virgin you were, this was almost too much for you.

His nails were clawing at your shoulder while his hips were moving erratically, making it harder for you to thrust against his sweet spot, but Katsuki didn’t care. He was consumed by the pleasure as he rubbed his cock against yours.

“Oh- fuck- GOD- I’m.. ah clos- Katsu…san….”, you could barely choke out, being interrupted by your gasps and moans, but that certainly didn’t stop your lover from moving even more vigorously. Though reaching down was the straw that broke the camel’s back as feeling his hand engulfing your cocks and stroking them was the last touch you needed before cumming all over him and yourself.

With your free hand you clawed at his back as you moaned into the crook of his neck. Your erotic noises sending multiple chills down Bakugou’s spine as he held onto you as tightly as you held on to him; letting your hips ride out that orgasm.

When you finally raised your head, you were still gasping and your [eye.color] eyes still gleaming with lust (though also a little bit of embarrassment that you orgasmed so soon and couldn’t hold back). Bakugou, however, simply leaned in for another few kisses that you certainly appreciated.

“Mmm- sorry… Katsuki-san…”

“Oh shut up.”, he chuckled in between little gasps.

With cum dripping from his hand he then reached back to the night stand to grab the box of tissues, cleaning his hand as well as your own that you had pulled back from his ass. All while smirking a little since you looked so dazed from that orgasm and what had just happened.

Before he could say anything though, you had already wrapped your arms around him tightly, pressing his naked, warm body against your own. Bakugou’s own arms sneaking around your torso as well after he had thrown the tissue in the trash. For a few seconds, it was rather quiet, just the beating of your hearts audible, until you finally dropped the bomb.

“I love you, Katsuki-san.”, you whispered into the nook of his neck.

For a few moments he was just flabbergasted. While his mouth needed a few moments to speak his feelings out loud, his heart was already beating 10 miles per hour. It had been so long since someone had whispered those words to him. Someone who wasn’t just a big fan of him screaming whenever he was outside as a pro-hero, or his family. No… that was certainly a different love.

Leaning back a bit, he ‘forced’ you to look at him, even though he fully understood how embarrassed you were and also how on edge that he was just silent. Bakugou could almost see all the thoughts rushing through your pretty little head, but with just his rare, little smile, you were put at ease.

“I love you, too.”

And before you could react, he had already cupped your face and pulled you in for a kiss. A kiss that made your heart thump so much you thought you might die. You had never felt that happy before. Graduating from U.A.? Amazing accomplishment. Meeting Katsuki and being able to date him? A dream come true, indeed. But hearing your lover say those three words back to you for the first time was just… indescribable happiness rushing through your veins.

With a little bit of force, Bakugou managed to push you back onto the bed, both of you giggling while kissing. He was happy. You were happy. If time could just stop now.

But, it didn’t. Time went on and thus, you whispered in between kisses, “Just… give me 10 minutes… ‘nd I’m…. ready…mmkay?”

Breaking away fully, he leaned on his elbow as he looked at you, his ruby eyes gleaming with lust and a smirk on his lips.

“10 minutes, huh? You really are young.”

“Oh shut up.”, you giggled yourself, when just a second later realization sank in.

“No, wait! I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry!”, your cheeks were basically on fire. Being so rude to someone older was just… you had never done that.

Bakugou on the other hand though just stared at you for a few seconds, before leaning in once more for a kiss, surprising you. However, easing into the kiss quite quickly, your eyes fluttered open again when he sat back up a little. Just far away enough for just the tip of your noses to touch anymore.

“Don’t apologize… Fuck honorifics, okay? Fuck speaking keigo, just… talk to me normally.”

“A-are you sure, Katsuki-san? I mean… our age gap…….”, you gulped at the end, feeling uneasy.

“So? Zero fucks given. I hate honorifics. If you use keigo with me I feel so old…” he avoided eye contact for a moment, before looking back and tilting his head lightly.

“I just want to feel like your boyfriend, not your fucking boss or something…”

“Katsuki-sa- nh- I’ll try! I promise. It’s just really hard to let go, but… I… I want to call you nicknames, too!”, now you had to turn your head away because you were too embarrassed, “B-but maybe that’s a little inappropriate…”

“No…”, a small smile flitted across his lips, “I’d like that.”

And those simple words made your heart skip a beat.

Leaning in the last few inches, Bakugou kissed you on the mouth once more; the tip of his tongue gracing along your bottom lip until you opened them, allowing him inside. A sloppy, intimate kiss igniting again as he slightly changed positions so he was on top of you like before.

Feeling more confident though, you let your hands travel down his spine to his ass. Grabbing the firm skin and spreading his cheeks, you earned his little moan that made your heart jump in excitement. However, it only took a second before you also softly groaned into his mouth when he started grinding again.

With that, even though you had just orgasmed, it was certainly easy to rile you up again. Having the man of your dreams basically humping you was very effective indeed. And Bakugou seemed to notice how easily agitated you were, the smirk on his lips when he broke away was very prominent.

“Should I take it as a compliment that you’re already hard as a rock after just 5 minutes?”, Katsuki teased you, before lowering his head to pepper kisses onto your neck.

You just whimpered a little “Katsuki…” in embarrassment, only to thrust your hips against his as well. Taking him a little off-guard, his surprised grunt made you also grin a little.

“I-It’s not my fault… it’s just you… you’re so… incredible. I… I can’t help it…”, you had a hard time talking properly as Katsuki wasn’t stopping his movements, both of you desperately grinding against each other.

“Haha, I like that.”, Bakugou chuckled, his deep voice sending a chill down his spine.

Though, in the end, he decided to stop (hearing your little whine when he did that was very cute) and sit back up. Both of your cocks back to leaking and throbbing and this time, he stood up fully. Your glazed eyes following him when he walked over to the drawer from before to grab a condom, before bouncing back on top of you.

“You ready?”, he just whispered with that grin on his lips again that made your loins hurt with how erotic he was.

So all you could do was nod very enthusiastically that made Bakugou laugh a little.

With that, you watched attentively once more as he opened the condom; however a blissful hiss escaped your throat when he wrapped his hand around your dick to give it a few strokes. Hence why your head fell back into the pillow for a moment as you had to concentrate really hard to control yourself and not embarrass yourself by cumming again so soon. (Which was very hard because being a virgin and having this sexy man touch you was very effective in making you lose control very fast)

“[Your.name]…”, Katsuki had your full attention once more when he whispered your name like that, though when you looked up… Your cock visibly bounced in his hand as he was hovering right above it with his ass.

“Oh God…”, you grabbed his thighs as your breath hitched in your throat, watching as he lowered himself on top of you.

Clenching your teeth, the feeling of Bakugou’s ass spreading and engulfing your cockhead was almost too much. But it only intensified when his moaning self pushed down even further.

“K-Katsuki!”, was the only thing you could whimper as his hot, sticky insides swallowed more and more of your throbbing cock, almost pushing you over the edge with how tight he was.

Bakugou was just trying to control his moans as it had been so long since he last felt such a nice, thick dick inside his ass. His body trembled due to the full feeling as well as his insides fluttered excitingly; the urge to move overwhelming him.

Without really thinking about how close you possibly were, Katsuki started swaying his hips. First only lightly, but it only took a few moments before he started properly riding you. The moans that left your lips only spurring him on, especially when you locked eyes with him. Just the way you were melting and clawing at his thigh, while looking at him so intensely, it made Bakugou burn up even more.

“Ahnh. God- Katsuk- ah you’re so… amazing- I can’t-“, you chocked out in between heavy gasps and moans.

Katsuki really couldn’t comprehend how cute and innocent you were, being so completely mind-blown by him riding you hard. It made gross little butterflies fly uncontrollably inside his tummy – how he missed that feeling. As someone who never had a casual hook-up, finally being able to have sex again with someone he trusted and loved felt indescribable.

When he deliberately started tightening around you, the whiny moan that escaped your throat sent a chill up his spine.

“I’m gonna- if you… do that… agai-“, you so desperately choked out, being completely overwhelmed. And your boyfriend just chuckled and continued to tease you. Fuck. You had never felt so good. Your dick was throbbing and so rock-hard, you were barely able to hold yourself back from cumming again – and that in the first few minutes of Bakugou doing his magic.

Leaning down, Katsuki pressed his palms into the pillow beside your head while he pressed his lips on yours. Igniting a sloppy kiss, you both couldn’t control your lustful moans and grunts. Bakugou just knew what he was doing, how he had to angle himself so your cock penetrated his prostate and made him see little stars.

You were close. So unbeliavabel close. It was almost painful how hard you were and how much you needed the release. Thus, without thinking much about anything anymore (as he had officially blown your mind today and you weren’t able to think straight anymore) you just reached down to his own bouncing cock; wrapping your fingers around it, the throaty moan that left his lips only riling you up more. It also made you more confident in your action, thus you proceeded to also pump his cock while he was moving so passionately.

Spurred on by your own actions, Katsuki only teased you more. His insides fluttering around you and tightening, just to listen to your desperate moans. Feeling your nails drag across his back as he pushed you over the edge with his skillful moves. Your moans deep and so erotic that it made Bakugou shiver, though nothing compared to your spasming, trembling body underneath him.

You were both gasping for air and sweating. Though before you could even remotely start to calm down, Katsuki had already started swaying his hips lightly, making you jerk and moan in surprise.

“K-Katsuki-“, you choked out his name, [eye.color] eyes wide open.

But the way he looked at you, glistening lips slightly opened, his ruby eyes barely closed and drops of sweat running down his temple – so sexy.

“Just a little… Think you can… handle it?”, he crookedly grinned.

All you could do was nod and pull him down.

Lips colliding and tongues entwining, he openly moaned into your mouth when you started thrusting your hips. Using the last bit of your hard cock before going limp to make him get off while also stroking his dick.

Even though the friction was so overwhelming and your cock was so overstimulated by that point it almost made you lose your mind, you didn’t want to stop. And Bakugou didn’t want to either. His hips relentlessly grinding, your cock shoved in balls-deep and your hand stroking him was almost pushing him over the edge.

The good thing was, Katsuki was already so sensitive and riled up because it had been so long since he last had sex. He couldn’t even think about his own insecurities, like being too old or knowing you could see his wrinkles and scarred skin from work as a pro-hero; you made him feel safe and loved. Yet, Bakugou was so turned on. Even if you had been clumsy or shy, he was dripping precum all over the place. He was so wet. And the feeling of his ass being stuffed was just so nice.

“NGH- [Your.name]-!”, breaking the sloppy kisses, he threw his head to the side, gasping heavily.

You seriously couldn’t stop staring at him. Especially when it all broke down and he started moaning so lewdly. His cock started twitching in your hand before he came all over your hand and belly. His body was trembling, thighs shaking and you could watch and stroke him through the orgasm, earning his whiny groans.

After a few moments, Bakugou opened his ruby eyes once more, before leaning in and pecking your lips, whispering a soft, “I love you.” Which made your heart jump and your lips curve into a big smile as you smooched him over and over again, mumbling an “I love you, too.” back.

As you were laying there for a few minutes, you just shared little kisses, as if both of your lips weren’t already swollen and red from all the kissing prior, but you just couldn’t stop. He was so cute and sexy. Just- how was he seriously your boyfriend?

Though in the end, Katsuki did sit back up again.

“Shall we go clean this off, huh?”, he… almost bashfully, smirked and nodded to your hand. Hence you just chuckled and agreed.

And so, rather quickly, Bakugou got off of you, disposed of the condom and in the end, you rushed into the bathroom for a quick wash; nothing too long, really, because both of you wanted to get back into bed fairly swiftly again. Hence, it only took a few minutes before you and your boyfriend were in the sheets once more, cuddling this time.

“So… how did you feel…?”, you asked after a few moments. Rather quietly though and carefully, not knowing how to really initiate the conversation about ‘giving feedback’.

“It felt fucking nice.”, then he cuddled closer and turned your head towards him so you had to look at him, “You did good for your first time.”

Of course he had to tease you about it.

“Katsuki!”, you playfully kicked him.

“I mean it… I… want to make you feel good. Is there something you want me to do next time?”

When Bakugou realized you were so serious about it, he couldn’t help but smile a little.

“I mean it, too, ya know? I felt very good. And I, too, only want you to feel good when we do it. So we can both feel the fucking best!”, Bakugou then grinned, which thankfully made you giggle as well when you leaned in for another swift smooch.

“Also… don’t think about it too much, okay? This was your first time. You only get to be the best when you practice a lot.”, smirking seductively, he slipped his leg between your own and scooched as closely as he could against your body, “And I promise you I have never skipped practice once in my life. So I hope you’re fucking prepared for what’s to come.”

As you had to search for your heart that had dropped far beyond your stomach due to Katsuki’s advances, you could just gulp and nod. However, you also didn’t shy away anymore when you grab onto him as well. Which pleasantly surprised Bakugou, hence leaning in the last few inches for a smooch.

“Thank you…”, was the last thing you thought you would hear him mumble all of a sudden.

Bakugou realized your slightly confused look on your face, thus clarifying.

“Four years ago, my ex broke me so much I thought he had made me unable to like, let alone love anyone ever again.”

“Oh… I’m sorry about that, Katsuki.”, you whispered empathetically and your hand reaching out to softly caress his back. Which instantly made him smile a little, even though those were such painful memories.

“You know. I was done. I didn’t care about having a relationship anymore and so also basically giving up sex completely since I don’t wanna just randomly fuck with anyone. All the paparazzi just waiting for this moment? And the fear of meeting random strangers who then potentially blackmail me, it was just all too fucking risky. So four years ago it all just… broke apart. Everything. He betrayed me and hurt me so much.”

Katsuki then, however, sat back up a little so he could look at you, propping himself up on his elbow.

“So.. what I just want to say is. Thank you. For making me feel something again and… I ain’t used to this cheesy shit, but… For making me fall in love again. If you would have not been so persistent, I would have been still hurting and hating everyone and everything and just be a miserable ass, ya know?”, he said at last with a small smile on his lips as he reached for your hand to lace your fingers together.

“I am glad.”, smilling brightly, you leaned in for a kiss until you pushed him back into the pillow, making him chuckle.

After bottling up everything for the past weeks, he was relieved you both finally took the next step in your relationship. And hopefully, from now on, everything was going uphill. Though, to be honest, with him and you finally having started with having sex and generally experimenting sexually, Bakugou couldn’t wait for the next few weeks.

Because if he had learned anything in the past 15 years of dating, it was that, when you start to have sex, you will do it anywhere and anytime, all the time – and he was ready, oh so ready for that stage of your relationship. Plus, judging by how you were already slightly grinding against him again, you probably were as excited as him for what’s to come.

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Saturday

Luke Patterson x Reader

Request from Anon: Luke Patterson prompt? Luke (ghost) likes to flirt with reader every chance he gets? Kind of like the scene with Julie/Nick at her lock? He even gets a little jealous?

And Request from Anon: Julie and the boys try to convince her best friend she’s in love with a ghost? Luke Patterson x reader?

A/N: Two requests done in two days??? Who is this girl writing because damn she’s productive for once!??! I’m also sorry that this one is like so abrupt in the ending, I write the same damn endings for every fic and it’s fine, but I’m getting bored with myself, so I’m trying to figure out where to go with the endings, which means... absolutely nothing. lol.

WC: 3.2K

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“Do you think this shirt makes me look good?”

You nearly jump out of your skin and let out a squeak as the sudden appearance of Luke next to you. Offering the people around you an apologetic smile, you hold up your phone and pretend like someone was talking to you. As soon as the attention was off you, you turn back to Luke who was laughing hard and send him a glare. “Must you decide to jump scare me when I’m at school?”

He smirks at you as he leans on the lockers and crosses his arms. “When I get that kind of reaction? Of course, I must.”

You roll your eyes at him. “What did you want?”

“Oh, does this shirt make me look good?” He pulls his shirt out from his body, making you gulp as your eyes flicker down.

“Nope.”

Luke scoffs playfully at you, knowing you were just messing with him. “Haha.” He mocks and you can’t help but smile.

“Why did you need to know? It’s not like anyone could see you besides me and the band.”

“Well, yeah.” He shrugs and the smile on his face only gets bigger. “Always gotta look good in front of a pretty girl.”

You feel your cheeks heat up at Luke’s flirting as you turn back to your locker, lodging your phone which you had been pretending to talk on, between your shoulder and your ear when you pull out the last of your books. “And you went with that shirt?” you joke and watch Luke put a hand on his chest and pretend to be wounded. You laugh softly before you close your locker and start your walk to class with Luke next to you.

“Y/N! Wait up!” A voice calls out from behind you two as you spin around, seeing a kid from your math class jogging to catch up with you. When he finally stops in front of you, you hesitate glancing to Luke only to see his jaw locked as he stares down the boy.

“Gotta go. Bye.” You say into your phone before shoving it into your pocket. “Hey Daniel, what’s up?”

“I was hoping to get to walk you to class.” The smile on his face makes Luke’s jaw clench only more as he looks to you, only to see the smile on your face.

“He wants to walk you to class.” Luke says and you pretend to ignore him, focusing on Daniel.

“You don’t have to do that.” You assure him and Luke forces a smile, turning to square up to Daniel.

“Yeah, you don’t have to do that. I’ll walk her.”

“It’s no trouble, it’s on the way to my class.” You know there wasn’t much of a way to get around this so you suck in a breath and nod. As Daniel moves to walk by your side, you shoot a glance back to see Luke jaw dropped as you walk away with Daniel. You chuckle softly at him and he snaps out of his daze.

“I’m coming with!” He shouts over the sea of kids and sooner than not, Luke was on your other side.

“So, I was wondering,” Daniel begins, turning slightly as he walks to talk to you, “if you were free this Saturday like I am, maybe we could hang out.”

You were taken back by Daniel’s offer. “Uh, Saturday? Like, tomorrow Saturday?” you ask and Daniel nods, hopeful that you’d say yes. You ignore the comment Luke made under his breath as you think about Daniel’s offer. “Uh, I think I might have plans tomorrow.”

Luke furrows his brows and scoffs. “You don’t have plans tomorrow.”

“Yeah, I have plans tomorrow.” You repeat, looking away from Daniel briefly to Luke and scowl at him. You wince, however, when you realize Daniel couldn’t hear Luke refuting your plans.

“Oh.” Daniel frowns. “Maybe Sunday?”

“How about never?” Luke mumbles and you bite your lip, tightening your hold on the books in your arms.

“I’m not sure. I have to check.” Daniel’s face brightens at the possibility of going on a date with you and you feel bad for knowing Sunday would come and go and Daniel wouldn’t be getting that date. “This is my class.” You point briefly to the door that was ajar for students to enter and Daniel moves past you to his own class as he turns around to talk while walking backwards.

“You have my number, right?” He calls out and you nod, pulling your lips into a thin line to at least try and smile. “Cool, uh call me or text me if you’re free!” He points at you and you give him an awkward thumbs up. He smiles at you one last time before running down the hall to his own class.

“She won’t!” Luke calls after him before turning to you smugly. You let out a heavy breath and pull out your phone before resting against the wall and avoiding looking at Luke. “So, what are you doing tomorrow?”

“Luke.” You chastise him, giving him a glare that you quickly drop out of fear there was someone behind him thinking you were glaring at them.

“I’m just asking you know, in case you wanted to drop by Julie’s and watch us practice. You know how much I love seeing you there.” He leans on the wall next to you, meeting your eye as his lips tug up in a smile. “That is, unless you did already have plans?”

You roll your eyes and control the smile making way on your face. “If you weren’t already dead, I’d kill you.”

“So, I will be seeing you Saturday?”

“Yup.” You say before shoving your phone in your pocket and walking into the classroom.

You hear Luke laugh behind you and you can’t control the smile any longer, letting it take over your face as he shouts at you. “I thought so.”

“Oh, shut up.” You mumble and fall into your seat, beginning the long wait until class was over and you could go over to Julie’s and relax.

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You were draped across the couch in Julie’s studio, Luke’s guitar in your lap as you strum gently on it, playing the chorus of a song that’s been stuck in your head for almost a week. While you were humming under your breath, you don’t notice Julie walk into the studio.

“Luke’s gonna kill you if he catches you playing that.” Julie calls over, making you laugh.

“He can try.” You smirk. “But I’m not afraid of ghost boy.” Despite not being afraid of Luke, you did put his guitar back where you found it.

“Let’s not ignore the fact he wouldn’t kill you because you’re both in love with each other.”

You let out a laugh and Julie raises a quizzical brow at you. “Luke’s not in love with me and I’m definitely not in love with him. I think I’d know if we were in love with each other.”

“Y/N, Luke could get down on one knee and propose to you and you’d still think he just sees you as just a friend.” Julie deadpans and your jaw drops. The corners of your mouth twitch into a smile as your best friend doubles over in laugher.

“You are so mean!” you gasp out, picking up a pillow and tossing it over at her. In the middle of doing so, the boys appear right in your line of fire. The pillow went right through Luke’s chest as he furrows his brows, looking between you and the girl behind them who can’t control her laughter.

“Did we miss something?” Alex points between the three of you and you shake your head, not wanting to repeat what Julie had just told you. There was no way they were right. Luke wasn’t in love with you and you weren’t in love with him. Simple as that.

“Okay then.” Luke’s words were slow as he eyes you and blow away any confused thoughts as he takes the spot next to you, draping an arm over the couch behind you.

“Nope.” You say and shoo him off the couch. “You have rehearsal.”

“Oh, but I’d rather stay here right here next you.” Luke’s smile had your cheeks heat up but you pretend to gag, making everyone laugh as well Luke. He pushes himself off the couch, refusing to look away from you until he has his guitar in his hands and turns to his friends. He was met with several different smirks knowing exactly what Luke was doing flirting with you.

Julie moves past him all the way until she was by your side and sending her smirks to you. Your eyes widen and you grab another pillow and hit her with it. She grabs it before you can get a second swing in and hit you back with it.

“Stop!” you laugh out a Julie keeps hitting you with it, giving you enough time to grab the last pillow on the couch and try to defend yourself. The band was watching on, Luke’s focus was strictly on you, trying to memorize the way your smile made your eyes close tight and the way your laugh fills the air. Until you land on your back on the floor and knock over the glass of juice you brought out to the studio with you before rehearsal began.

You freeze as the cold drink covers you, your mouth still upturned in a smile as Julie stands over you. She drops the pillow back on the couch, her hands covering her mouth as she gasps. “I’m so sorry!” You let out a small laugh, reaching your hand up for her to help you up.

“Don’t worry about it.” You assure her when you get to your feet, looking at the way your shirt was soaked.

“Are you okay?” Luke asks you and you gave him a funny look before sighing.

“It’s just juice, Luke. I think I’ll live.” Luke nods, glancing to the ground before meeting your eyes again and you took a deep breath before turning to Julie. “Hey, Julie? Can I borrow a shirt?”

Julie nods and grabs your hand to take you inside. You follow her without a word, only a glance back over your shoulder to see Luke watching you. Once you were out of Luke’s sight, Luke tosses his head back and groans.

Reggie and Alex laugh at their friend’s struggle. “Dude, just ask her out.”

Luke rolls his eyes at Alex’s advice, knowing that a relationship between you and him wouldn’t work. “I’m not going to ask her out.”

“Why not?” Reggie faked whined and Luke gave him a pointed look.

“Should I start with the fact that even though we can touch each other, I’m dead and she’s not? Or the fact that she’s not interested?” Alex and Reggie share a look that made Luke’s brows draw close. “What?”

“She’s interested.” They say at the same time and Luke take a deep breath, glancing to the door before shaking his head.

“How do you know?”

“We know.”

“Then could you let her know?” He points towards the door, his finger dropping seconds before you and Julie and enters the studio and you were donning one of the oversized sweaters Julie had stashed in her closet.

“Thanks again for letting me borrow this.” You tell her, holding the door open until she was inside.

“Course, you can just give it back tomorrow when you come over for rehearsal.” You nod at her, making a note to wash the sweater tomorrow morning before you come over.

“Oh, you didn’t hear?” Luke interrupts your thought as you and Julie glances up, seeing Alex and Reggie growing confused like you and Julie were.

“Hear what?” Julie speaks up, looking between the boys, thinking it had something to do with them. You catch Luke’s eye, seeing the way his lips tug in a smirk and you realize what this was about.

“Luke.” Your voice was low and he knows you were trying to get him to keep things hush.

“Y/N’s busy tomorrow.” He reveals and falls onto the couch, kicking his feet up on the table in front of him.

“What?” Alex calls over, a look of surprise struck across his face and you kind of take offense to it. “You are?”

Your mouth opens, not knowing what to say before you shake your head. “No.”

“No?” Luke repeats, pretending to be confused.

“No.”

“But I thought you were and that’s the reason you couldn’t go out with Daniel?” Your eyes close and you let out a sigh as Luke spills and you weren’t prepared as Julie gasps and grabs your arm.

“Daniel asked you out?” She looks almost mad as you turn to her.

“Um, maybe?”

“And you said you were busy? Are you crazy?”

“Well, I-” you stammer out, trying to form a thought on what to say.

“Y/N!” Julie stops you from coming up with an excuse. “You have to go out with him!”

“Woah,” Luke was off the couch in an instant, suddenly realizing that the idea to mess with you wasn’t all that smart considering Julie was stubborn and would get what she wanted, which in this case was for you to go out with someone who wasn’t him. “Well, I don’t think she has to do that.”

“Quiet Luke, this doesn’t involve you.” Julie snaps at him, seeing him gulp as he looks between you and Julie.

“I’m just saying, like maybe she is busy!”

“She’s not.” Alex butts in once he realizes that this could be Luke’s chance to tell you how he felt.

This time your look of annoyance was sent to Alex and he knew you wouldn’t last much longer. “I’m am.”

“Doing what?”

You bite your lip, letting your eyes move around the room inconspicuously until your mouth speaks on its own. “…Pilates?”

“Pilates?” Julie clarifies and you run a hand through your hair, hiding your face briefly before nodding. “Y/N, I don’t even think you know what Pilates are.”

“I know what Pilates are!” You practically screech as your friends all glare at you, except Luke who looks almost as panicky as you. “Okay fine,” you give in. “I just didn’t want to go on a date with Daniel.”

“Why not?”

Luke lets out a breath you were sure he meant to be a laugh, but you could almost sense his nerves. “Does she have to have a reason?”

“Yes!” Everyone shouts at him at once you cover your face, backing out of the room and letting yourself outside to get some air.

Luke wanted to go after you and apologize for bringing up Daniel’s date, but the moment he took a step, Alex stops him with a hand on his chest and shakes his head. “You should stay here.” He says and Luke scoffs.

“I’m not going to-”

“Luke.” Julie cuts him off. “We’ve got this.” For the first time since the argument started, Luke believes they’re on his side and lets them go outside and leave him alone in the studio, only growing more anxious by the passing second.

You were seated on the steps outside as Julie, Alex, and Reggie all come outside, making you groan. “You guys, I really don’t want to talk about Daniel anymore. Can you just go back and rehearse?”

“How about we stay out here and don’t talk about Daniel?” Reggie offers and you hesitate before nodding. That sounds… fine? They take seats on the steps around you before Reggie throws his arm over your shoulder. “Let’s talk about how you’re in love with Luke.”

You groan, shoving Reggie’s arm off you and turning to Julie. “You told them your stupid theory?” you grumble and Julie puts her hands up.

“I didn’t need to. They figured it out by themselves.” You roll your eyes.

“There’s nothing to figure out.” Your voice was quiet as your head dips, chewing on the inside of your lip. No one said anything as your sights move up from the ground, clocking each saddened look before you give in. “What do I do about it?”

Evil grins, that’s how you would explain the 3 different looks being shoot your way. Of course, none of your friends were evil, only excited, but nonetheless, you were terrified.

“Well, we have good news.” Alex begins and you listen eagerly. “If we can tell that you’re in love with him- and don’t fight back on that, you are- then we can also tell that Luke is in love with you.”

You inhale deeply. “You’re sure about this?” 3 eye rolls were all you receive. “I just have to know before I go in there and screw up the best friendship I’ve got.”

“Hey!” Julie nudges your arm. “I thought we had the best friendship!”

“We do, Jules.” You say sweetly and Julie’s brows raise out of annoyance and unbelievability.

“She’s just not in love with you.” Reggie adds on you hide your face as you groan, hearing your friends laugh all around you.

“Advice. That’s all I need.” You remind them and the laughing stops, finally being replaced by your friends telling you what to do.

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Luke had been pacing since the moment his friends all stepped outside. He knew Alex and Reggie at least knew how much he liked you and it was the only hope he had that Julie wouldn’t convince you to go on a date with Daniel.

His thoughts ramble in his brain until finally the door opens and you step inside alone, tugging on the sleeves of Julie’s sweater. He freezes only seconds before your eyes lift up to his. Luke takes a breath of courage. “I don’t want you to go on a date with Daniel.”

His words stun you as your brows lift briefly and you clear your throat. “Um, and why is that?”

Luke couldn’t answer. He can’t. He wants to tell you that it was because he was falling for you, that every time he’s flirted with you it’s because he likes you and he likes hearing you flirt back, he likes imagining that someday by some miracle, you’d be a couple and do actual couple things, that he could make you happy. His mess of thoughts were cut off by a pair of lips. They were soft and plump, and had several bite marks lining them, but they felt perfect against his.

Luke pulls you closer as you kiss him, your hands gripping the sides of his tank top as he cups your face to pull you closer. Alex’s advice plays on repeat in your head and suddenly, you were very thankful you decided to listen to your friends.

Just forget everything and kiss him.

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