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burnedbyshoto · 5 years

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Ashido Mina

a/n: so, here’s to the start of my event! sfw is above the cut, nsfw is below it! I’m having a lot of fun with these and I hope you all enjoy :D

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they with a s/o?)

Super affectionate with you. You need a hug, a kiss??? Mina will provide everything needed

B = Breath (What could their s/o do to take their breath away?)

Come out of nowhere and hug her from behind, or plan something super romantic and spontaneous, she’s such a romantic that the more cliche the better

C = Cuddling (Do they cuddle? If they do, how and when do they cuddle?)

Mina loves being the big spoon because she loves to bury her nose into your hair. She will cuddle with you whenever you please honesty

D = Dream (What do they dream of doing with their s/o?)

She wants nothing more than to win a dancing competition with you, or at the very least join one with you

E = Effort (How much effort do they put into a relationship?)

A lot of effort, she’s the type to date intending on marrying who she’s marrying so, you better treat her right

F = Fear (What do they do if their s/o is scared? How do they handle it?)

She will get a big blanket and roll you up and just hold you, you’re a burrito baby now

G = Gifts (What type of gifts do they give their s/o? Do they want a gift in return?)

she is the type to give you over the top things. think of jim’s present to pam during christmas before they got together… yeah, pretty intimate and intense but something you’ll love.

mina loves a gift in return and she especially loves gifts where she gets to do thinking’s with you!

H = Hugs (Do they hug their s/o? How often?)

hugging all the time!!! she loves touching you!!!

I = Intimacy (How romantic are they? Do they have problems with intimacy?)

a total romantic, everything she does for you is done with hearts in her eyes, and she has no issues with prodcasting such love

J = Jealous (Do they get jealous? How do they act when jealous?)

while not one too typical to get jealous because she trusts in you, when she gets jealous know she gets touchy. like stand behind you with her mouth to your neck touchy.

K = Kiss (Are they a good kisser? Do they like to kiss? How often do they try to kiss you?)

minas kisses are super gentle and sweet, she’s not the best kisser but she’s so passionate about it that you forget. if you go a day without getting at least ten kisses from mina, something’s wrong

L = Love (When do they say they love you? How often do they say it? Do they prefer to say or show it?)

mina doesn’t know what to do when she figures out she loves you. it’s something she’s always imagined feeling but now that it’s real she can only gape like a fish. she’ll accidentally blurt it out before her 10 step plan to confess happens. she prefers to show it then say it.

M = Marriage (Do they want to get married? If so, what kind of ceremony?)

she wants a full out reception party. she wants the biggest dance floor and the two of you to perform 194930 dances together.

N = Night out (What type of dates do they like to go on? How often do they like to go on them?)

mina actually treasures dates where the two of you stay in! the both of you lead busy outside lives that intimate ones indoors resonate deeper within her heart

O = Out of the Ordinary (What’s something they don’t normally do with/for their s/o?)

there’s not much she wouldn’t do for you, but on the rarest of occasions she’ll let you touch her horns.

P =Playful (Are they playful in a relationship? If so, how do they play around/mess with their s/o?)

super playful relationship! playing nerd gun fights in pjs at two in the morning! laughter is always echoing in the hallways with you two

Q = Questions (Do they ask their s/o their opinion on things? Do they share theirs?)

she’ll always ask for opinions on things she’s unsure of and will ALWAYS give her own thoughts about it

R = Random (How spontaneous is their relationship? Do they do things on the spot or plan ahead?)

she is a very big on the spot person! not that she doesn’t plan things out, just successwise she has better on the spot events

S = Sleep (How do they sleep with their s/o?)

the two of you nap together more, especially during high school because you both are too nervous at getting caught in the others room overnight!

T = Trust (How much do they trust their s/o?)

trusts you completely. if she didn’t trust you, she wouldn’t have ever asked you out

U = Unique (What makes them unique as a s/o?)

how deeply she loves. your hobbies will become her hobbies. it doesn’t matter because mina loves dancing and you do it with her, so you best believe she will do whatever hobby you love the most!

V = Vulnerable (How long until they can be vulnerable around their s/o? What are they like in this state?)

being vulnerable with you is super hard for mina because she’s always just so hyper and cheery, that the first time she’s vulnerable it makes you worry because it’s super super scary to see her sad and horns wilting as if in response. it takes about three months for her to show you this side.

W = Wild Card (Get a random domestic headcanon of the character of your choice)

mina loves comparing her hand size with you. whether they’re bigger or smaller than hers, she’s just fascinated by your hands she can’t help but stare and compare.

X = X-Ray (What would they do if their s/o got injured?)

suddenly number 18 in the class is outperforming number 1 in the class. she becomes instant health genius as she does anything to make you feel better

“mina is just a paper cut!”

“if we make it a slightly deeper cut you won’t feel the stinging pain anymore!”

Y = Yuck (Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o? Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?)

constant negativity. like the yucky kind that drains the fun from everything. she hates that in a s/o so much. like there’s a difference between that and being a pessimist and she sees and understands that.

Z = Zeal (Are they passionate as a s/o? Do they want or like passion?)

she wants and LIKES THE PASSION OKAY?! give mina her ideal love 2k19

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Mina lays there breathing for a full 5 minutes

She is always overwhelmed post sex, just give her a minute

While not the best at cleaning up, she lowkey loves just laying in your guys mess, she will always cuddle and hold you.

Lots of pillow talk

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On herself, mina prides herself on her arms and legs, she’s extremely proud of her natural strength

Mina is a useless boobs gal.

dangle them in her fucking face p U H L E A S E

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Mina fucking loves it when she can get herself to squirt

Like one you guys figure out how to make her squirt it’s going to happen every time y’all fuck cuz it sorta reminds her of her quirk

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Has definitely masturbated to an innocuous picture of you when the two of you went months without seeing each other

never masturbated until the two of you got together tbh

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Is not experienced at all prior to you! Mina is a romantic with a terrible streak prior to you, but she is a fluid person so she nails everything in the bed fast

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Favorite position is kneeling. She gets to hold you tight and full access to your boobs.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Definitely, the lover who goes from super romantic and intimate sex to can barely take this seriously love making

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Always groomed. The second she knew she was gonna fuck you she got that shit waxed. She has a heart strip though, and yes, her pubes are curly and pink

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Sex with mina is very very intimate, even if its in a joking matter. She truly cherishes everything about you and will always try making your sex life as amazing as possible

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Loves masturbating together. Like loves it so much. She loves watching you please yourself while she… ahem… assists you with some toys

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Hair-pulling: she loves having her hair pulled and the feeling of fingers knotting into her curls, degradation: she loves calling you impolite names because of the way you react, roleplaying: LOVES DRESSING UP AND CREATING A NEW PERSONALITY OKAY

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

By far her most favorite place to have sex is in the backseat of a car. It’s risky and hot. She’s addicted.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Physical reactions. Moan for her, move your body and praise what shes doing for you. Also when you wear that one big t-shirt with your hottest lingerie underneath and give her a lap dance

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

DO NOT TOUCH HER HORNS. THE MOMENT THEY ARE TOUCHED SHE’S DONE

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Loves giving more. Only on special occasions does she like having the attention on her, but for the most part, she will spoil you

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

All depends on her mood! She genuinely loves going fast and rough, but on anniversary nights, she enjoys slow and sensual paces

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Is definitely down to have a quickie, she thinks it’s hot, but only once every 2 years. She just enjoys being able to hear you scream as loudly as she can make you scream.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Very experimental! The two of you have designated days for trying out new things just because you’re never too sure

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Mina actually comes really fast, it’s a big reason as to why she prefers focusing on you! But she has good stamina and can last to three full and kinky rounds.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Toys are a must.

Vibrators, dildos, strap on, anal beads.

You think of one, you two own it.

They are very used and will go interchangeably, but are more often used on you

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not that big of a tease actually. Like she may abuse vibrator rights, but it’s not in a teasing way! More like a “i’m trying to make you squirt” way

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

She’s very loud in bed!

Moaning, whining, mewling, and sometimes even begging

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

The first time the two of you had sex, mina came twice in under two minutes. Once because of how your breasts felt rubbing against hers and when you pressed your soaked cunt against her own

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those shirts and pants, picture or words)

Mina is a blessed girl with round perky breasts, probably a dd-cup. her right one is actually bigger surprisingly! And she has inverted nipples. She has larger than average labia

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Went from sorta there to we fuck at minimum five times a week.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Takes her forever to fall asleep, will be awake long after you pass out

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lildevyl · 4 years

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The Darkiplier Origin Story

Alright, guys, gals, demons, ghouls and Multi-Fandom Fiends! Well, this is going to be a bit of a different kind of post! You see a friend of mine @weirdmixofweirdness did a livestream early today (weirdmix17) on twitch celebrating the 3 Year Anniversary of Who Killed Markiplier! Unfortunately I had to miss it, due to being at work. However, a Creative Buddy of ours @shark-unus-buddy popped in! Now, this was the first time that they watched Who Killed Markiplier and they asked if I could “Info Dump” about a couple of my all time favorite Egos of Markiplier! Darkiplier and Wilford Warfstashe!

*Cracks Knuckles*

Alright, Darkiplier, where do I even start with this Ego? Well, to be honest, Darkiplier is literally one of the most popular Egos of Mark’s. Now I could just let MatPat here explain everything on what’s going on, on Markiplier’s Channel with the Egos. But since you, @shark-unus-buddy, gave me permission, I’m going to be using all the notes that I’ve been secretly taking from Game Theorist for the past 3 years to good use!

So, for me to explain Darkiplier things here are going to get very meta. What I mean by that is I’m going to be explaining a lot of things that I know of to the best of my knowledge, of things that happened in Mark’s life to help lead him to YouTube and all the things that I put together with a lot of other theorist of the Storyline of the Egos. Does this make sense? I’ll try to explain things as best as I can! If you have any questions, feel free to DM me or pop in my inbox!

Alright, so from the beginning! Well, still to this day there is a huge debate on whether or not Darkiplier or Wilford Warfstashe is actually the first Ego. Now, if you ask Mark himself, he will say that Wilford is the very first Ego, going all the way back to the video, The Fall of the Slender Man. However, many fans believe that Darkiplier is the first Ego of the Channel. Me, I have no clue on which it right. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

But getting back on topic here! Darkiplier like AntiSepticeye, started out as a Fan Creation, from when Mark started to do “Creepy Edits” in different videos, usually in “Horror Games” or he just wanted to make “Creepy Edits” for the aesthetic of October and Halloween. Many people in the Community loved the “Creepy Edits” and began to make a Character based on that.

Now, when Mark first started YouTube and started to do the “Creepy Edits” it wasn’t the best time, of his life. Mark like a lot of us, turned toward YouTube b/c he needed a Creative Outlet. During that time, he (Mark) was in a very bad/very dark place. I don’t know all the details, but what I do know is, Mark didn’t know what he wanted to do with his life. College wasn’t for him, and unfortunately, he wound up in some debt due to some medical bills from his surgeries. During this time, he started his YouTube Channel, but even that almost didn’t last long. The YouTube Channel that Mark has now, is literally his fourth, yes you read that right, his fourth Channel. And this was way before the Demonizations, Copy Rights, and COPPA came along!

When Mark started his Channel and began doing the “Creep Edits” the fans began to make all kinds of fanart of Darkiplier. Darkiplier even was added into a lot of different fan games as well. One the most popular ones is Hearts and Heros. However, Darkiplier didn’t really became a thing or Canon on the Channel until about 2k17, with Mark’s first ever Choose Your Own Adventure, A Date With Markiplier. Mark himself said during a charity livestream that he wanted to bring Darkiplier back and started to make that character as his own character.

2k17 literally became the year that the “Lore” of Darkiplier started to come about. With a little skit comedy video called Markiplier TV we start to see somethings with Wilford and Dark. Dark and Wilford of course breaking the fourth wall.

“Look, Wilford, I appreciate what you’ve done for us, but how is this suppose to help us take back control? We’re the heart and soul of this Channel after all.”

Yes, you’ve read that right! Darkiplier knows that he is an Ego and the Channel exists! Actually, come to think of it, he actually acknowledge that in A Date With Markiplier.

“Did you miss me? I’ve been waiting a long time to see you again. I’ve been pushed aside. Replaced. Mocked. And then he had the gull to not invite me on his little adventure with you. Never again. I’ve been waiting patiently! He promise to let me again! I’m tired of giving people a choice!”

And if your wondering yes, some of this is very familiar! Why you may ask? Well, for starters, some these lines were reintroduced in the Origin story of Darkiplier and Wilford Warfstashe in the four part mini series that Mark launched called Who Killed Markiplier. Now Mark actually talks about the behind the scenes of Who Killed Markiplier, the story behind it, and all during a livestream. I’m just going to give some bullet points here.

*Actor!Mark decides to gather the gang back together for a Poker Night

*Actor!Mark winds up and you (The DA) and Abe the Detective go on to try and figure out who’s the murderer.

*Along the way you meet a lot of different characters, one of them is Damien’s sister and Mark’s ex-wife Celine.

*And there is a bunch of Supernatural Activity going on, that we later find out, and then we see Darkiplier.

It’s a lot more then that, but I don’t want to make this super long post and longer then it should!

Now, we fast forward to 2k18. We don’t really see much of Darkiplier except for a couple of videos. One being the very popular fangame Hearts and Heroes. Now, this is actually one of my favorite fangames, and has a really good storyline if you want to watch Mark play it or can play it yourself for free on Gamejolt! The other video was literally a teaser called Go Back to Sleep.

Last year though! 2k19, was literally the year for all of us theorists! Mark had gotten inspired by the AntiSepticeye videos that Sean (JackSepticeye) did and the amount of praise and positive feed back that Sean had gotten. And Sean being Sean loves to throw out some hints for the Egos every now and then. Mark decided to do some of his biggest projects to date! One of them of course is Damien! An animation about the characters Damien and his sister Celine and there is a nice little surprise at the end of the video! ;) But after that video came one of Mark’s biggest projects to date. A Heist With Markiplier. The sequel to A Date With Markiplier.

Now, there hasn’t been anything as of this year with Darkiplier. Although, if you watch Unus Annus, you can see that sometimes, Darkiplier and Wilford tend to come out in a few videos.

But that’s all I have for the Origin Story of Darkiplier! Let me know what you think!

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seaofashes · 5 years

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hii♥️ could you do 23 from the “Christmas Prompts 2k19”? thanksss

Prompt #23- The Wish List

"Eddie it's fine really." Buck sighed as he groaned for the millionth time during that conversation.

"Come on Buck there's gotta be something you want or want to do. I'm asking as your best friend what you want for the holidays." Eddie said as he looked at Buck sitting across the table from him in Buck's dining area. Buck drug a hand down his face and held it there for a second. Eddie was persistent in this and was not going to drop the topic.

"I-I don't know Eddie? I've never really thought about it. Just give me a few days and I'll think of something I guess, but seriously man I don't need anything. You guys are all I need to have a good holiday, we're one big weird family at the 118." Buck said and both laughed quietly.

"Okay, you've got three days Buckaroo. I need something, you're impossible too shop for man." Eddie sighed as he stood up and moved over to the case of DVDs.

"Dude you realize I've got Netflix and Hulu right?" Buck said as he got up and moved to start popcorn.

"So you're suggesting Netflix and chill?" Eddie said jokingly and Buck was grateful the man couldn't see his face and the flush that took over it. "I want a holiday classic dude, we're firing up the DVD player. Screw streaming services."

"Die Hard is a solid classic." Buck said as he leaned against the counter and waited for the microwave to beep.

"I...okay we were definitely going different routes there." Eddie laughed as he glanced at Buck who raised a brow.

"And you were thinking...?"

"Love Actually or The Escape Clause Evan. Like...actual good holiday movies." Eddie said waving both movies at him.

"Excuse you, Die Hard is most certainly a phenomenal holiday movie." Buck gasped out offended and Eddie laughed as he held up the movies and Buck pointed to Love Actually. "We can probably watch em both before you gotta go."

Eddie nodded and set up the movie as Buck got the popcorn and drinks and plopped down on the couch.

The next hours were filled with popcorn fights, wrestling and watching the movies. After the third movie way finished, Buck had talked Eddie into watching Die Hard, Eddie looked at his phone. "Alright I should get going. I'll catch you later man, remember you've got three days to tell me something."

"Yeah yeah, I'll see you later Eddie. Tell Chris I said hey, get home safe man." Buck waved at him as he left. He locked the door and sighed as he rested his head against the door. He needed to come up with something.

Buck sat at the table alone the next night, a paper blank in front of him. He chewed at his lower lip as he wrote "My Wish List" on the top in his favorite blue pen. He had no idea what to put down, everything he wanted you couldn't just waltz into a store and get. How was he supposed to put that down? Buck pursed his lips slightly and put his pen to paper and nodded. He'd just have to figure it out.

"One minute!" Buck heard the familiar voice call out from beyond the door. A few seconds later Eddie was opening the door and face to face with Buck. Buck had his hands stuffed into his jacket as he smiled slightly. "Hey Buck, what's up?"

"You asked for it so...uh...here's the wishlist." Buck mumbled as he handed Eddie the neatly folded paper. Eddie smiled softly as he began unfolding it and read over it.

My Wish List

-A replacement for that mug you broke, y'know the cute wolf one

-the ugliest sweater you could possibly find

-The new book to that series I was telling you about

-To kiss you

Eddie read through, and reread the short list several times. Buck held his breathe for what seemed like years waiting for some reaction. Eddie finally looked up, a grin on his face.

"See...now this I can work with." He said as he grabbed Buck by his jacket and their lips crashed together. Eddie's tongue darted between Buck's parted lips and began to explore his mouth. Buck groaned quietly as his hands found their way to Eddie's face and side. When they finally pulled apart to catch their breathe Eddie leaned his forehead against Buck's and laughed quietly. "That last one was on my Wish List too."

(I really hope you like it!!!)

#christmas prompts #prompts #prompt #seaofashes prompt fill #buck #eddie #buddie #911onfox #911 #911 on fox #911 fox

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sinplisticshawn · 5 years

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get your kicks - prologue: home

pic cred shawnmendesgallery

A/N: hello hello happy new year friends!!!!! this shitshow of a story is brought to u by my procrastination and @evansweaters ’s 2k writing challenge. i haven’t written in a loooooong ass time, but i really wanna get back into it so even if it sucks im kinda okay with that. gotta start somewhere!!!! so yeah here we go. hope i do ya proud sami.

prompt: road trip au + shawn mendes (ft. college!shawn and best friend!shawn)

warnings: language, some heavy-handed exposition pls forgive me lol

word count: 1.7k

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Amelina had fully expected the house to be empty when she walked in. Four in the afternoon on a Thursday meant her parents were both still at work, and if she remembered correctly, Luis would still be in his last period history class that he raved about every time he called. All of this in mind, she found it completely fair that she screamed bloody murder when all six feet and two inches of white man greeted her with a tackle from behind and a shout of her name.

“Shawn, you absolute ass, what are you doing?” she questioned with a glare when he laughed with his whole body.

“Waiting for you to get home?” he said as if it should be obvious why he was in her house alone when his own home was right next door. “Rosalia said you were coming home today and that I was welcome to wait on you. So I did. I missed you.”

Amelina finally caught her breath and relaxed into his tackle, letting it become a hug. His grip loosened when he dropped his head beside hers and spoke — a little softer that time with his voice muffled in her shoulder.

“Seven months was too long, Lina.”

She squeezed his arm.

“I know.”

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“Oh my god, and did I even tell you Liyah has a boyfriend now too?”

The incredulous look on Shawn’s face and the way he dramatically dropped the butter knife and bun he had been holding made Lina snort before casting her mother a knowing glance. Lina and Shawn had spent some time at the dining table catching up on their semester apart before her mother arrived shortly after her. After properly welcoming her daughter home, Rosalia asked them to make themselves useful and get started on dinner.

“Does she now?” Lina said, doing her best to seem oblivious as she tossed the veggies in the pan.

“Yeah! I’m gone for half a semester and I come back and she’s all curled up with this Rohail kid on our couch!”

“Rohail? That’s one of Luis’s friends. Nice boy,” Rosalia said.

“I don’t care if he’s a nice boy, she’s fifteen. Why does she even—”

“Lina, have you booked your flight yet?”

Shawn’s tantrum was cut short when Lina’s father called out to her from just outside the kitchen. He had arrived a bit after her mother and made a beeline for his bathroom after giving his daughter a hug. Fully refreshed and having changed out of his work suit and into his favorite cargo shorts, he walked in with his head down, phone in hand.

Lina could feel Shawn’s eyes boring into her back.

“Uh no– no, I haven’t.”

“Your flight?”

The two spoke at the same time, her voice suddenly nervous and his almost concerned. She didn’t take her eyes off of the sautéing onions and peppers.

“Yeah. LAX. I have an interview.”

Her voice stayed steady, but she let herself sneak a peek over her shoulder. Confusion was clear on Shawn’s face, but the slight tilt to his lip suggested hurt.

“Interview?” was all he managed to stutter out.

“My little Lina is in the final round of interviews for a very prestigious internship,” her father announced, pocketing his phone and crossing the kitchen to kiss her head with a massive grin. He really couldn’t be prouder, but in that moment, Lina found herself almost wishing he cared just a little less. Or at least was quieter about it.

“Oh shit,” Shawn said, his voice much softer than it was mere minutes before when he was talking about his sister. “Congrats, Lina. That’s real big.”

“Thanks,” she said quietly.

Sensing the tension, her mother cleared her throat and gestured to the window that faced the street.

“Looks like your parents are back, mijo. Amelina, why don’t you go say hello and invite them over? You dad can finish up here.”

Rosalia took the spatula and pan from her daughter and shoved them towards her confused husband. Lina nodded, thankful for her mother. She kissed her father’s cheek as a quick way of saying don’t worry, you’re only kind of in trouble before she gestured to the door at Shawn.

“So LA, huh?”

He fought to keep his voice even, walking casually with his hands in his pockets and kicking at rocks as they crossed the street to his house.

“Yeah. Yeah, LA.”

“So would you like… leave UC?”

“Nah, it’s just a one-semester co-op kinda thing. I’d be in LA for the spring taking online classes and working full time, then I go back next fall.”

“Oh okay.”

“Lina!”

Before the front door of the Mendes house was full open, Aaliyah barreled towards Lina.

“I missed you. Don’t leave me again for that long, damn.”

“Missed you too, hun,” Lina responded, finally letting go of Shawn’s little sister. “How is my favorite girl doing? How’d your one-month go?”

“It was so cute, Lina, oh my god. We went to the drive-in and—”

“You what?!” Shawn broke his silence, quickly moving from where he had been watching from the door. The smile he wore watching the reunion fell immediately and was replaced with a scowl. “And you!” he whipped his head towards his best friend. “You knew!”

Lina shrugged. Shawn huffed.

“No respect in this damn house.”

He brushed past his mom, quickly kissing her head before stalking off to the bathroom. Karen threw Aaliyah an inquisitive look as she entered the living room before rolling her eyes at her son’s dramatics. Finally, she made it to Amelina and enveloped her in a hug.

“Welcome home, love.”

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Evening found the Mendes clan spread out through the Moreno’s living room in a post-dinner laze. Lina’s parents were in deep conversation with Manny while Karen, Lina, and Shawn grilled Aaliyah about her new relationship, but Lina’s attention was admittedly elsewhere. From where she was sitting, her entire left side pressed against Shawn’s right, she could feel his other leg shaking and his fingers picking at a thread in her jeans – an old habit of his that she had grown used to when they were younger but which felt oddly foreign after months apart. Like hers, his attention seemed split as he was only barely participating in the conversation he was so passionate about just hours earlier. While Aaliyah gave a dramatic retelling of her adorably disastrous first date, Lina turned to Shawn.

“You okay?”

As if the string suddenly stung, his movements froze, and he jerked his hand away. He mashed his lips the way he did when he was deciding whether or not to tell the truth.

“Can we— can we go outside for a bit?”

Lina nodded with some concerned hesitation, following as he stood and pulled her with him. No one seemed to notice or care as they made their way out onto the patio swing where he pulled them both down with a huff. They sat quietly, pushing off against the fire pit in front of them to make the seat swing. Amidst the silence, it was like the words had been punched out of him when Shawn finally spoke.

“Why didn’t you tell me about LA?”

“It’s not a sure thing yet,” Lina mumbled. “I didn’t want to cause a fuss.”

“That’s the shit we’re supposed to talk about though! The not-sure-yet things. The ‘maybe’s and the ‘hopefully’s and the ‘I don’t know’s. I mean, fuck, since when do you avoid causing a fuss with me? Since when am I the last to find out?”

Shawn had sprung out of his seat and was pacing in front of her. Everything he hadn’t said since they were in the kitchen together that afternoon came pouring out between short huffing breaths, and Lina didn’t know what to do except sit still and quiet and listen as her best friend told her everything she already knew.

“I had to find out about Andy through my mom. I had no idea you broke up with her until two weeks later, and by then, I felt like an idiot even asking about it.”

“Shawn, I’m sorry.”

“And we said we’d never go longer than three months. We just doubled that and—”

“I know, and I’m really sorry that I couldn’t—”

“I don’t want you to apologize, Lina, goddammit. I get it. Life happens. I just…” His voice caught in his throat. With a sigh, he fell back into the seat beside her with his eyes closed. His voice was softer when he spoke again.

“I feel like I’m losing my best friend.”

As much as she wanted to reassure him, to flick him on the forehead and ask are you stupid?! she knew he was right. She had felt it too, and she didn’t have the will to lie to him and say that she didn’t.

“It’s not…” she paused, gathering her thoughts. “You aren’t losing me. We’ve just drifted, I guess.”

“That’s almost worse. That’s what adults say.”

“I guess that makes us adults now.”

“I don’t wanna drift, though, Lina,” Shawn admitted in a small voice as her reached for her hand. She let him have it on instinct, and he relaxed just a bit.

A moment of thought spent tracing her thumb over his swallow tattoo bred an idea, and the grin that overtook her face had Shawn confused and a little scared.

“Then we won’t.”

______

“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather just fly, mija?”

“I’m sure. This will be so much better,” Lina told her dad, beaming as she pulled on the straps of her backpack.

“Ready?” Shawn called out to her as he approached from across the street with his own backpack slung over one shoulder.

Between them was the large white van that would be their home for the next several days. Packed with luggage and pillows and blankets to last them until California and painted with phrases like “ROUTE 66 BABY!” and “SUMMER BREAK 2K19” courtesy of Aaliyah and Luis, it was truly an eyesore. And Lina absolutely loved the sight of it.

“Ready!”

______

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ssm19 day 22

SasuSaku Month 2k19 Day 22: Early Mornings Rating: M (hardhardhard M, y’all have been warned) Disclaimer Day’s Notes: hello hello everyone! I made this as a continuation to last year’s fic for “Body Talk” which was a birthday present for @roraewrites 💕

Happy Birthday Ro! I hope you enjoy it a lot. This sequel is much longer than the “Body Talk” fic ‘cause I gotta make everyone work for that smut. Remember that ShiItaIzu and TenKarin show up in this fic.

Just Stay

Usually her morning routine consisted of her waking up before her roommates and making herself tea. She would sit outside on their veranda wrapped up in one of her oversized cardigans and get some reading done before Karin strolled out of her bedroom whining about hunger pains and needing nourishment.

Karin took over the cleaning of the apartment as long as Sakura or Tenten did the cooking. It worked out for the two of them considering Karin was anal about cleanliness but would burn pots attempting to boil water.

Tenten can deal with that today.

Sakura was too comfortable to move. The usual chill she felt in the mornings was gone and her body was much more relaxed than it had been in weeks.

I’m not getting up today. It’s Saturday anyway and I don’t have work until...tomorrow. Good.

Sakura snuggled into her pillow and sighed. She needed to catch up on sleep anyway. She was slipping back to sleep when an arm snaked around her waist and pulled her back against a hard body.

She instantly tensed up and her eyes opened up wide. Distantly she could hear the sound of dogs barking.

This isn’t my bed!

Sakura shifted slightly trying to sneak out from under the arm holding her in place. A deep voice whined and a face pressed into the junction of her neck and shoulder. The hand of the arm around her snuck under her top.

Sakura stared down at the baggy black shirt she was wearing. The front of the shirt had the name of a band she vaguely knew.

This isn’t my shirt!

A subtle shift of her legs had her face heating up. She was lacking a pair of undergarments and with the way the owner of the arm had slid the shirt up she was completely exposed from the waist down.

A little late to be embarrassed about that Sakura!

She mentally chastised herself and settled back against the body that was holding her. Now that she was more awake she recalled how she got herself into her current situation.

The shirt she was wearing belonged to her neighbor. It was the shirt he was wearing earlier that morning when she ran into him at the laundry center.

She remembered being tired afterward and too comfortable lying back with her head pressed to his pillows. She could have gotten up and grabbed something from her basket but didn’t want to move. Sasuke had pulled his shorts back on and grabbed the shirt he had discarded from the side of his bed and pulled it over her head and helped her into it.

I should leave now...right?

Sakura’s lips twisted to one side and she contemplated her next move. She didn’t want to leave but she wasn’t sure if she would be overstaying her welcome if she stuck around and waited for him to wake up.

This is what happens when I do shit I’ve never done before.

Sakura turned her face into the pillow under her head and groaned. It was a little late to think of the consequences especially when she had enjoyed herself so much the night before.

Heat traveled up her face as she recalled the feeling of his hair brushing against her inner thighs and the way he took her little bundle of nerves between his lips. After they had snuck into his room there was a repeat performance in which he made sure she was nice and slick.

Having no experience in hookup culture, Sakura wasn’t sure if she should stay until Sasuke woke up or disappear before he did. Waiting seemed like the best decision, the one that would benefit her the most. But she wondered if she would seem too forward if she kept lying in his bed.

I’m sure he wouldn’t mind another...round.

Sakura buried her face in her hands. She was making herself too at home in her neighbor’s bed. Gingerly, she pried Sasuke’s arm off of her and scooted to the edge of the bed. Luckily the apartment was carpeted and she wasn’t shocked by the potential cold before she could slip her feet into her slippers. Sakura shuffled over to her basket of laundry and slipped on a pair of skivvies and pajama boxer shorts. Feeling a bit chilly in the air conditioned apartment, Sakura snagged the hoodie on Sasuke’s desk chair and slipped into it as well.

Closing the door behind her, Sakura made her way over to the bathroom. The apartment had almost the same set up that hers had except it had an extra bedroom. She splashed water on her face and used the toilet. After she washed her hands she was unable to find a hand towel so she shook them to dry. The bathroom was clean but there was not much in it. The hallway bathroom in her own apartment was just for her because Tenten and Karin had an ensuite in the master bedroom and she had all of her toiletries and a shelf full of her makeup. Her bathroom was an extension of her own room so it felt weird sitting in a bathroom that luckily at least had toilet paper and hand soap to use.

“So you were the one making all that noise,” Sakura whispered to Shiro, who was waiting right outside the bathroom when she exited. “Lemme guess, you’re hungry?”

Shiro yipped and followed at her heels as she led him to the kitchen where she assumed she would find something for him to eat and something to drink for herself. Shiro clung to her, rubbing his head against her arm as she tried to tip kibble into his bowl. A bigger dog came up behind her and whined at the empty red bowl next to Shiro’s and she filled it up as well.

Playing it safe, Sakura ignored the bottles of juice and grabbed the pitcher of filtered water from the fridge. Sasuke obviously had roommates and she didn’t want to mess with anything that could have belonged to a specific person. Pouring herself a glass, she leaned back against the kitchen counter and enjoyed the chill of the water as it slid down her throat.

It was still pretty early in the morning for Karin or Tenten, so Sakura was sure she neither would be looking for her and even if they were they would assume she went out for a jog.

I doubt they would have any energy to be up anyway. Sakura shivered recalling the excitement Karin had about a bag from her favorite sex shop. No doubt the two of them had broken in whatever toy Karin had brought home and spent the whole night enjoying it to the fullest.

Not that Sakura was one to judge considering how she had spent her night. Her cheeks burned as she thought about how Sasuke had gripped the back of her head when she sucked her cheeks in around the head of his cock and teased the slit with the tip of her tongue.

Wonder how he’d feel about that kind of wake up call? Sakura giggled inwardly, her insecurity upon waking up dissipating with the reminder of how he felt below her, bucking his hips as he chased his orgasm. The grip he had on her hips had left a bruise but she kind of liked the tinge of pain from when she poked at it.

Setting her glass down in the sink, Sakura took a deep breath and matched her way across the apartment back to Sasuke’s room. She was only a few feet away when the door to the bedroom next to Sasuke’s opened up.

“Oh, shit!” A gangly boy with messy brown hair exclaimed upon seeing her. “You’re still here.”

Warmth flooded her cheeks again. Of course someone had heard them going at it! Sakura shifted on the balls of her feet, feeling severely under dressed as the boy continued to gawk at her.

“Can you not stare at me like that? It’s creepy.”

“What? Ah, sorry!” The boy looked down at the floor and scratched the back of his head. “I just didn’t expect you to still be here when I woke up.”

The heat left her body at his words. She had been so caught up in her own daydreams that she let herself believe that what she wanted was also what Sasuke did. Clearly from his friend’s reaction to her presence, she had overstayed her welcome.

He probably thought I would see myself out if he kept sleeping.

“I was just on my way out.”

Quickly, Sakura gathered her basket from Sasuke’s room, sparing him a single glance. He was still asleep, lying on his stomach. He hadn’t woken up when she moved or now that his roommate was talking to her outside.

I expected too much, huh?

“I can pass on a message if you—“

“Don’t bother,” Sakura cut off his roommate and left the apartment, rushing up the stairs to her own like she should have earlier that morning.

Groping around with his right hand, Sasuke blindly felt around for the missing warmth of a body next to him. A moment later, something small and furry had made its way into his outstretched arm and licked the side of his face. Lifting his head, he blinked the sleep out of his eyes and realized that Shiro had cuddled up with him.

Did I have an elaborate wet dream?

Sasuke sat up and pulled a knee to his chest. He was sure that he had brought Sakura home the night before. Scanning the room, he looked for anything out of place.

Where’s my hoodie?

His hand-me-down police academy hoodie that Shisui had given him was gone and from under his desk he could see a scrap of fabric with a familiar polka dot print.

So that’s where I threw those...maybe she went to the bathroom or something…?

Rubbing his eye with the heel of his palm, Sasuke shuffled out of his room. He went to knock on the bathroom door but the light was off inside. He twisted the doorknob and opened it a crack. No one was inside.

Shuffling down the hall, Shiro at his heels, Sasuke didn’t find her in the living room either. He did find Kiba lounging on the couch and eating a bowl of cereal. A bowl of Sasuke’s cereal.

“Dude, what the fuck.”

“I ran out. You’re also out. I’ll buy you another box.”

Sasuke ran a hand through his messy hair and crossed his arms in front of his chest. She wasn’t in the apartment. Did Sakura just...leave? She didn’t seem the type to hit it and quit it but perhaps he was wrong.

“By the way,” Kiba mumbled through a bite of cereal before swallowing, “that chick left already. I asked if she wanted me to tell you anything but she just said not to bother.”

Sasuke walked over to the couch and sank into the couch cushions. He pulled his knees up toward his chest and wrapped his arms around them before falling sideways against Kiba.

“She used me.”

“And she stole your clothes.”

The door to the bedroom facing the living room opened up and Shino shuffled out in his slippers and his long hair falling around is shoulders.

“She would have stayed but some idiot doesn’t know how to talk to girls.”

“Are you really trying to kick me when I’m down?” Sasuke glared at him. This was exactly why he didn’t like hanging out with them, Shino especially.

“Not you. The other idiot.”

Sasuke looked up at Kiba and seethed. “What did you do?”

“I didn’t say anything!” Kiba pulled his bowl away from Sasuke so that he couldn’t knock it away. “I just told her that-that...ohhh.”

“Oh, what?”

“My bad.”

Sasuke launched himself on top of Kiba, punching him wherever he could reach. Shino intervened, hooking his arms under Sasuke’s armpits and yanking him off of Kiba.

“And you didn’t stop him?” Sasuke twisted his body in an attempt to get out of Shino’s hold.

“At first I thought I was dreaming the exchange but then I remembered that you had woken me up with how loud you were being.”

“We weren’t loud.”

“Your headboard knocked right against the wall. I thought someone had broken into the apartment.” Shino shivered and shook his head. “She’s not a screamer but when it’s three in the morning and everything is quiet, you can hear her moaning really clearly. Next time play some music or something.”

“It was so early in the morning too, you ass.” Kiba grabbed one of the throw pillows and swung it at his face. Sasuke grabbed the couch cushion from underneath him and threw it at Kiba, immediately sitting on top of it and sandwiching Kiba between it and the couch.

“Sasuke, get off!”

“Fuck you.”

There wasn’t much he knew about her. He probably should have thought about that before tonguing her down the way he did. Or before he let her wear his favorite band shirt. It was a concert exclusive and now he wasn’t going to see it ever again.

He had expected to wake up and find her curled up in his bed, soft thighs poking out from under the oversized shirt. He expected to make her some of his favorite tea or steal some of Shino’s coffee if that was more her thing and then taste that as he snuck some kisses and secured a date before his roommates could scare her off with embarrassing stories.

Even though they lived in the same building, he had a hard time running into her again. He figured he could see her on a Monday or Wednesday morning but she never came. He tried his luck again on Tuesday and Thursday nights and still no sign of Sakura.

Sasuke tried on days he normally didn’t go to the gym in the hopes that she had switched up her workout schedule. He wasn’t a morning person, but he forced himself to wake up earlier than usual and take Shiro out for walks sooner in the day than even the dog liked.

These early mornings are going to kill me, Sasuke groaned inwardly. He was walking back up the hill to his apartment, Shiro in his arms because the lazy ass had plopped his body onto the ground and refused to move.

“No more! I can’t do it!”

Sasuke turned his head in the direction of the whining and heavy panting. At the bottom of the hill was the redhead from the free yoga class and her girlfriend with the twin buns hairstyle.

“Come on, Karin.” The brunette jogged in place and tugged on the redhead’s arms trying to urge her forward. “Just up this hill and we’re done.”

“How do you and Sakura do this everyday?” Karin whined. She wrapped her arms around her girlfriend’s waist and pressed her face into her hip to keep from completely doubling over. She looked ready to complain some more when she caught Sasuke’s eye. “You!”

Karin snapped straight up, complaints about no more energy and muscle pains forgotten, and stormed up the hill in his direction. She was just about to grab at him when her girlfriend wrapped her arms around her torso and lifted the tiny redhead off of the ground.

“Lemme go, Tenten!” Karin flailed in her arms, kicking her legs out in Sasuke’s direction.

“Sorry about her,” the brunette━Tenten━apologized, embracing Karin tighter. “She has a short fuse. You know what they say about short people━━”

“The closer to the ground, the closer to hell?”

“Fuck you, pretty boy!” Karin made herself heavy and slipped out of Tenten’s grip. “I’m going to punch you in the throat.”

Sasuke stuck his arm out and palmed Karin’s head, keeping her a safe distance from his body and Shiro as she flailed her arms around.

“I’m guessing this is about Sakura?” Sasuke directed his question at Tenten who was obviously the more levelheaded of the two.

“Yep!” Tenten wrapped her arms around Karin’s torso and lifted her up off of the ground again. “She should have known better than to hook up with a neighbor.”

“What’s wrong with hooking up with a neighbor?” Sasuke narrowed his eyes at the two of them, waiting for the response. He had his own ideas but wanted to hear it from the friends that Sakura was comfortable enough to live with.

“Well,” Tenten raised her hands as if she were weighing imaginary objects, debating with herself before finishing with, “it’s really…awkward.”

“And fucking dangerous,” Karin spat. “You could have been a serial killer.”

“But mostly awkward in this case.” Tenten patted Karin on the head in a silent plea for her to keep quiet. “Rejection and getting dumped sucks and it’s even worse when there’s a chance of running into the person that doesn’t want you everyday.”

“I see.” Sasuke looked back and forth between the kind faced brunette and the feral redhead. It would be easier to tell them the truth, explain what had actually happened. But he didn’t want Sakura to hear the explanation from her friends. “I’ve been looking for her. I need to━”

“Piss off!” Karin snatched her girlfriend’s hand and stormed pass Sasuke. She turned back around to make a rude hand gesture and stormed ahead, Tenten protesting the whole way back to their apartment.

Shiro yipped at him and panted happily, begging for attention.

“You were absolutely no help at all.”

She hadn’t meant to use it but it was cold and she had snatched the hoodie without thinking about it’s color or the embroidery on it. Sakura didn’t notice until she took it off to stow it away in the coat room of the yoga studio.

She had been tempted to leave it hanging on the doorknob of Sasuke’s apartment door. It would be easy to sneakily leave it there on her way down to her car. But the sweater was worn out in a very comfortable way and she liked how large it was.

She only wore it in the privacy of her apartment. Karin called the clothes she absconded with her “spoils of war” and had mentioned how it was the least that was owed to her.

She had told her that while both she and Tenten were wearing baggy shirts from a couple of her ex boyfriends while cuddling on the couch.

“And exhale,” Izumi, the instructor, called softly from her place in the front of the class.

Sakura had found the studio that had given the free class for her apartment community but had preferred to take her classes with Izumi who hadn’t been an instructor at the demo class. Izumi was a lot more fun to talk to and eventually the two of them started hanging out outside of class.

“I really want an avocado smoothie.” Izumi bounced in place excitedly as she waited for Sakura to gather her things.

The older woman had been extra bubbly lately due to finding out she was pregnant. She was going to have to switch the class she instructed soon and Sakura wanted to take as many classes as possible before the swap.

“Is that a craving or part of that diet?” Sakura teased. Izumi groaned dramatically and pulled out a journal from her canvas bag.

“I don’t know who’s worse,” she complained. “Itachi with his food monitoring or Shisui with his hovering. The baby is lentil sized right now but he’s constantly putting his hands on me whether to stroke my belly or to rub my back.”

“You’re complaining about back massages?”

“Sometimes it gets to be too much. I just wish━”

“Hm?” Sakura questioned as she pulled the hoodie on. Izumi had just stopped mid sentence.

“Where did you,” Izumi swallowed and pointed at the sweater, “get that?”

“Oh, this?” Sakura rolled her eyes as she adjusted the strap of her yoga mat on her shoulder. “It was stupid. I let some guy take me home and I ended up leaving with clothes I borrowed because I was being stupid thinking he wanted me to stay.”

“He took you home?” Izumi continued questioning.

“Yeah…” Sakura shifted on the balls of her feet, uncomfortable with the way Izumi was looking at her. “I thought about returning it, but it felt weird. I didn’t wanna run into him, you know?”

“Such a small world,” Izumi muttered before linking arms with Sakura. “Smoothies are on me today.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” Izumi patted her on the arm. “Just leave it all to me.”

“Sasuke Uchiha!”

Sasuke sat up, pausing the game he had been playing with his brother-in-law. It was Saturday and after his shift at the vet he always visited for dinner. It was part of his weekend routine. What wasn’t part of that routine was for his sister-in-law to come bursting in through the front door of her condo shouting his name.

“What did you do?” Shisui asked, brows pulled down in confusion.

“Nothing,” Sasuke responded before a throw pillow was smacked against the back of his head. “What the hell, Izumi?”

“Why are you taking girls to your apartment, huh?” Izumi smacked him again. “Mama Mikoto didn’t let you move out so you could be acting like a little player!”

“Are you serious?” Shisui guffawed. “Sasuke got laid? Looks like Fugaku’s plan didn’t really work out. Wait, why do you know about it?”

“A girl in one of my classes was wearing that ratty old hoodie you gave him,”Izumi sniffed, tired from hitting Sasuke repeatedly with the pillow. She collapsed on the couch on the other side of Shisui.

“Wait,” Sasuke turned warily to look at Izumi, “You know Sakura?”

“Well at least you know her name,” Izumi snapped at him.

“Alright, hon,” Shisui rubbed her shoulders and tried to calm her down, “please spill all of the tea.”

“She doesn’t even have all of the facts,” Sasuke scoffed. Shaking his head he removed himself from the living room and headed to the kitchen where his older brother was preparing dinner. “Your spouses are irritating.”

“Did you use protection?” Itachi asked without looking up from chopping board.

“Of course I did.”

“That’s all I ask.”

Sasuke leaned against the sink and watched his brother make his knife cuts all even.

“Would you believe me if I said that this was all Kiba’s fault?”

“Don’t blame others, Sasuke.” Itachi dumped the onion he had been chopping into a pan on the stove and the oil cracked and sizzled. He stirred it up and then added minced garlic. “So...do you want to fix whatever happened with Izumi’s friend?”

“I’ve been trying but I haven’t been able to speak to her because I never see her around anymore,” he admitted. Sasuke had been waking up earlier than he ever did and still Sakura evaded him.

It was starting to feel as if Sakura didn’t mind Kiba’s slip up, that she had planned to leave anyway. Her friends did say that it hookups with neighbors were awkward, which could have probably meant that she had planned on never seeing him again.

The girl with the twin buns had mentioned something about rejection. Sasuke clucked his tongue and grabbed one of the julienned carrot slices. He chewed on it and thought over what the girl had said about rejection and getting dumped. And then about what Kiba said about asking if Sakura had a message and how she said not to bother with one.

Ah.

It all finally clicked into place and Sasuke no longer felt like eating. He dumped the rest of the slice into the sink and ruffled his already messy hair.

“I’m not really feeling it tonight, Itachi. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Are you sure?” Itachi turned away from the stove, concern laced in his tone. “You can wait and I’ll pack some stuff up for you and the guys. I know Hana would appreciate it if Kiba got some real food.”

“Nah. I’m sure he went out on a date tonight anyway.” Sasuke grabbed his backpack and went to the front hall to grab his shoes.

“Oh? I didn’t realize Kiba could get a date,” Itachi called from the kitchen.

“Yeah, well,” Sasuke grunted as he struggled with the heel of his Chuck Taylor’s, “one of us had to be able to.”

“You’re leaving already?” Izumi shrieked from her spot in the living room. “I’m not done talking to you!”

“Well, I’m done talking to you,” he retorted back before slamming the door.

“Rude!”

“Hon, he can’t hear you,” Shisui reminded her in a soft voice, attempting to calm her down. They had all been attempting to get pregnant for over a year and he didn’t need her stressing out. “Let’s just let Sasuke be Sasuke.”

“God, that’s what I’m actually worried about.” Izumi rolled her eyes and bowed her head forward. “Can you actually get that spot there? I got a knot.”

“Of course.”

Sakura immediately slammed a pillow over her head when the alarm went off, an instinct from her dorm days. Assholes were always setting of the alarm whenever they broke the microwave rule and decided that making popcorn at three in the morning was a brilliant idea. Usually it was nothing and they had made all of them march outside in whatever state of dress━or undress━they happened to be in.

She waited for whoever it was that was cooking, probably Karin, to deactivate the fire alarm in their apartment. After the alarm kept ringing and ringing, Sakura remembered that Tenten and Karin had gone to their friend Lee’s wedding in Suna.

“Oh, fuck!”

Scrambling out of bed, Sakura slipped on her fuzzy slippers. The door to her apartment had already slammed shut behind her when she realized she had forgotten her keys and the door had been set to automatically lock when it was closed.

She cursed loudly and was scolded by a mother dragging her sleepy kids down the stairs for her language.

“You should hurry out!” The woman’s husband shouted over the wailing of the fire alarm.

Sakura followed the family down the stairs and out into the garden apartment’s parking lot. There were a bunch of families huddling together, conversing with each other to try and figure out if it was an actual fire. She crossed the parking lot to where her car was parked and leaned against it. She hugged herself, feeling self conscious about having only an oversized t-shirt on. The Sasuke T-shirt.

Scanning the crowd of people, she didn’t spot him anywhere outside even though she did see the tall topknot kid and the gangly boy that Sasuke roomed with. Crouching down, Sakura used her car for support so that she wouldn’t fall onto the pavement. She didn’t want Sasuke’s friends to see her out there in nothing but the shirt she had worn for her walk of shame back to her apartment.

.It would have been nice to sit in her own car like what some of the residents were doing but she just had to forget her stupid keys. She was going to have to wait for the fire alarm to be deactivated and for someone from the fire department to tell them all it was safe to return to their homes.

If she had been smart enough to grab her keys━and her phone! She couldn’t believe she forgot her phone!━she could have been taking a small nap in her car. Sakura had barely any sleep the last few days. She had altered her schedule to keep from running into Sasuke and she had yet to get used to it. The alarm ringing had cut into the few hours she had expected to get that night.

I can’t even call maintenance about my door.

Sakura buried her face in her hands, muffling a scream of frustration.

Sasuke was glad the night the fire alarm went off at his apartment building that he had a shift at the animal clinic. He preferred working reception during the overnight shift because unless there was an emergency, the only humans he had to deal with were the vets and boarding staff.

Kiba had texted him about how they all had to wait outside until it was deemed safe to go back inside. Because of the time of the night that the alarm went off none of the office staff or maintenance members were around to let them know what was going on. A firetruck had even been dispatched to their garden apartment which meant the residents of the neighboring apartments were also woken up. Kiba had been lucky enough that the cat hair girl, Tamaki, had called to check on him so he and Shino just went to crash at her place.

Sighing, Sasuke adjusted the strap of his messenger bag on his shoulder and locked his car. The only problem of the permit parking only lots was that he could never find a spot in front of his own building when he came home late. Usually he would head to the gym after a shift but all he wanted was a shower and to get in bed. He was still recovering from all of those early mornings waking up to try and run into Sakura.

Making his way to his apartment, Sasuke did a double take unsure about something small that he saw sitting between a set of parked cars. Two weeks of searching and it wasn’t until he wasn’t looking for her that Sakura finally appeared back in his life.

“Sakura.”

Said girl lifted her head from where it was resting on her knees and blinked slowly up at him.

Jesus Christ, was she sleeping out here?

“Sakura,” he called out to her again, waving his hand to get her to focus more on him.

“Jesus Christ, not you.” Sakura buried her head back in her arms and knees.

If he were being honest, that hurt a bit. If he were being honest.

The raccoons can get her for all I care.

But he didn’t move from where he stood. Sasuke continued to watch her as she tried to make herself as compact as possible.

I’m going to regret this.

The next thing she knew, Sakura was flung into the air and then scooped up and tossed over a shoulder. It all happened so quickly that her mind went blank for a moment. She didn’t know what to say━didn’t know what had just happened.

He was carrying her like a sack of potatoes. A sack of potatoes!

“Sasuke, what the hell?”

“I’m taking you to my apartment. I’m assuming you locked yourself out when you evacuated.”

“Put me down, Sasuke!”

“Nope. You were making a stupid decision.”

“Well, it was my decision to make!” Sakura squirmed against his grip, attempting to free herself even if she ended up falling on her ass.

“Your decision was going to get you mauled by raccoons.”

Sakura stopped squirming and thought for a moment. The management had posted flyers about raccoons foraging in the community bins. And some of those raccoons could get almost as big as she was.

“Can I at least be allowed to save my dignity and walk by myself?”

Gently, Sasuke lowered her to her feet. He adjusted his shirt on her so that she was properly covered. And grabbing her hand so she couldn’t run, he led her up the stairs to his apartment.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“I thought that the first time,” Sasuke muttered as he pulled her in front of him and unlocked his apartment door. He caged her in his arms as he did so to hinder any escape attempts while he was preoccupied.

With a hand on the small of her back, Sasuke pushed her forward into the apartment.

“Here,” Sasuke unlocked and handed her his phone, “call maintenance and see if they’re still here or if you’re going to have to wait until the office opens at nine.”

Without even waiting for her to do it he headed into his room and retrieved a towel and a shower caddy. That explained why the bathroom had been so sparse when it came to toiletries.

“I’m going to shower.” Sasuke dumped a duvet on the couch. “You can use that. The aircon is really strong.”

The bathroom door had shut and the water started running before Sakura used his phone to call maintenance. The number was on a magnet on his fridge just like in her own apartment.

She called and called again and no one picked up. She really wished that their voicemail box came with an away message for their hours. Giving up on calling for help, Sakura locked Sasuke’s phone up like a good girl who didn’t invade the privacy of others and curled up on the couch with the duvet.

She sighed to herself and snuggled into the blanket. It smelled like the fabric softener that Sasuke used in the laundry room.

It would be very easy to sneak away now that Sasuke was in the shower. Very easy to forget about his neighborly behavior. But the more she tried to think of sneaking into his room for a pair of sweatpants and to think of somewhere else to hide, all she could think about was Sasuke standing in his scrubs from the animal hospital under the soft glow from the lamp post outside.

So soft. So worried.

Sakura sank deeper into her blanket burrito and groaned. She was worse off than she thought.

Sasuke stood outside his bedroom door and peered through his wet bangs at his guest sitting on the couch. Sakura was bundled up in his duvet, looking even smaller if that was possible. Shaking his head he entered his room and pulled out boxer briefs and a pair of sweatpants to wear.

He shimmied into them quickly and headed into the living room to check on Sakura.

“Were you able to reach maintenance?”

“Nope.” Sakura stretched her arms up and out of the cocoon she had created with his blanket. “As nice as this place is, they had to be flawed somewhere.”

Sasuke sat down next to her, keeping as safe of a distance as possible so he wasn’t crowding her.

“Where are your roommates?” Sakura asked after a moment.

“They went over to Kiba’s new girlfriend’s apartment. That girl in that building on the side closer to the main street named Tamaki?”

“Oh, the one with all of the cats.”

“Exactly. How did you know that?”

“She lost one of them and we found it trying to break into our apartment after it snuck into our building.”

“Ah.”

They were back to silence. They had never truly spoken and it was the reason why the silence now was so awkward. The longest conversation they had was with their bodies.

“Do you,” Sasuke mulled over his words, “want something to drink?”

He wanted to slap his own forehead or pinch the bridge of his nose. It was something on his mind but not the thing he wanted to bring up. He had wanted to ask if she wanted to discuss what had happened between them two weeks prior.

“No. I’m okay.” Sakura snuggled into the blanket again. “You should stop with the nicey-nice act. It’s getting weird. You don’t have to worry about me overstaying my visit. I’ll leave as soon as the leasing office opens.”

“Nicey-nice?” Sasuke narrowed his eyes at her in confusion. “It’s just an offer of a drink. And I don’t act. I do what I want because I want to.”

“Oh, I know that,” Sakura huffed. “You do what you want and don’t care about what other people want.”

“What are you even getting at? You don’t even know me,” Sasuke snapped, frustrated. “You’re the one that does what she wants. You’re the one that left.”

“You wanted me to leave!” Sakura turned to face him, cheeks flushed a vivid red. She opened her mouth but then closed it, cocking her head to the side as she observed the way Sasuke watched her.

His cheeks were dusted a pale pink and his lips were set in a tight line.

“You’re the one that left.”

“You didn’t want me to leave...did you?”

“Did I tell you to leave?” Sasuke closed his eyes and took a deep breath before exhaling it slowly. “I let you stay sleeping in my bed and let you wear my shirt when you had a perfectly good basket of clean clothes not even five feet away.”

“You wouldn’t even wake up. I thought that was ‘cause you didn’t care what I did.”

Sasuke averted his gaze and glared in the direction of the media entertainment set across from them.

“I’m not a morning person,” he admitted. “I take afternoon classes. I work third shift jobs and I was—“

He clamped up but now that he was talking Sakura didn’t want him to stop. The more words tumbled out of his mouth the more he pouted and the cuter he got. Reaching out to him, Sakura took his larger hand in her own small hand and rubbed her thumb over his.

“And you were what?” She asked him softly, leaning into him as she did so. Sasuke narrowed his eyes at her suspiciously but adjusted his body so that he carried her weight comfortably against him.

“Really, really comfortable. I don’t think anything could have woken me up, not even that god awful shrieking of that tiny friend of yours.”

“She’s not that tiny, we’re the same height.” Sasuke looked at her pointedly, an eyebrow raised. “Oh, shut up!”

Sakura giggled and nudged him with her shoulder. She flipped through different emotions quickly but Sasuke was grateful that she no longer seemed upset with him.

“I’m sure I could have woken you up.” Sakura shrugged and gave him a coy smile. “I actually had planned on it, until you know.”

“Oh? And how did you plan on doing that? I was out cold.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“I would.” Sasuke shrugged and returned the coy grin. “But I think you’re just bluffing at this point.”

Sakura scoffed. He was trying to goad her into making a move.

“Guess we’ll never kno━”

He was cut off by Sakura knocking him down onto the couch and straddling him. His eyes widened in surprise but he still gripped her hips in both of his hands. She brought the duvet up and covered herself and Sasuke as she covered his mouth with her own. She nipped and sucked, pulling his lower lip into her own mouth before slipping her tongue into his mouth and sighing contently.

She ghosted kisses on his jawline and dragged them down, keeping the blanket over her head so that Sasuke couldn’t see her as she pressed a kiss to the hollow of his throat and down his sternum, trailing them lower and lower.

Sakura could feel him trying to pull the blanket off but she held on tightly as she kissed right above his belly button, feeling the coarse hair that trailed from his navel again her chin. Needing the use of her hands, she let him tug the duvet away as she cupped him through his sweatpants.

“Are you sure you want━?” He sucked in a breath as she squeezed him through the cloth.

Sakura waggled her eyebrows as she slipped her hand into the band of his sweatpants. She gripped him in her hand and pumped her fist. With her other hand she tugged on the waistband of his pants. He lifted his hips to assist her in removing his pants. She only got them around his knees before she dragged her tongue up his hardening shaft. Flattening her tongue on the head, she played with the head of his cock before engulfing it with her mouth.

Sakura scooted up and lied down so that she could wrap her breasts━just large enough━around his shaft. She squeezed them together to hold him in place as she bobbed her head up and down as far as she could go.

She hummed in delight when Sasuke’s fingers sank into her hair.

Yeah, this would have been a good wake up call.

Sasuke groaned at the sensation of being completely wrapped in warmth. Sakura’s mouth was hot and wet and tight when she sucked in her cheeks. Any longer and she was probably going to make him come before he could even get a chance to touch her properly.

That just wasn’t happening━it couldn’t happen.

“Come here,” Sasuke ordered, gently nudging her head off of his cock.

“But I like where I am.” She gave him a sure lick and then another.

“Sakura. Just get up here.”

“No thank you.”

“Sakura just sit on my face.”

Sakura knew she was making a stupid face, mouth hanging open and eyebrows drawn down.

Did he really just…?

Sasuke sat up and pulled the borrowed━stolen━shirt over her head and worked on pulling off her cotton boy shorts. Sakura stood up and shimmied out of them, giving Sasuke a chance to fully remove his pants and boxer briefs. Once they were both free of all of the clothing they had on, Sakura went back to straddling him, still unsure of what he wanted her to do.

“Come on.” He tugged her up, guiding her with his hands to turn around so that her back was to him. “You gotta move further back than that. Come on.”

Legs trembling, Sakura scooted back to align herself so that her thighs cradled Sasuke’s head. The height difference was a minor setback but with help from her hands it was likely to work out in their favor.

“Um,” Sakura looked over her shoulder, “do I start—“

She let out a squeak when Sasuke gave a sure lick against her core. The glare she tossed his way earned her another stroke of his tongue.

Okay doing this now I guess...

Sakura swirled her tongue along the head of his cock and with her hand she pumped at a slow pace, easing herself into steadier and faster strokes as she bobbed her head lower on his shaft. Flattening her tongue she dragged it up from the base to the head, making sure to dip the tip of her tongue along Sasuke’s slit.

A set of vibrations against her nether lips made her aware of his groaning against her folds.

She hummed back as she bobbed her head up and down again, matching with the tempo of her pumping fist, tightening on the downstroke.

Sasuke gripped her hips and held her against his mouth as he tugged her clit between his lips and sucked, rolling his tongue against the nub.

It was a peculiar sensation, not being able to see him moving but being able to feel everything as he twitched in her mouth and caused pleasant vibrations when he moaned.

Sakura grinded down, hoping he got the hint.

She cried out when he smacked her smartly on her bottom before pressing open mouth kisses to her labia. Sakura was about to turn in place again and shove her ass into his face when Sasuke took her clit back into his mouth and sucked hard at the same time he inserted two fingers, He hadn’t even considered easing her in with a single digit first.

Sakura gasped, clutching on the fabric of the couch cushion. She was going to end up coming all over his face at the pace Sasuke was going considering he was aware of how sensitive she was.

God, she wanted to come.

“Sa-Sasuke, I━” Sakura was cut off when a high pitched cry got caught in the back of her throat when Sasuke finally got her to that release she was itching for. Sasuke continued to lap at her folds, letting her ride out her orgasm.

Sakura could feel Sasuke sitting back up underneath her. He lifted her gingerly so that she didn’t fall off of the couch in the process. She could really appreciate all of the time he spent working out when he manipulated her body so easily so that she didn’t have to move around so much herself when she was feeling boneless after her high.

“Ah, fuck.” Sasuke pushed his bangs out of his face and huffed. “I gotta go get a condom. Gimme a sec.”

“It’s fine, “ Sakura breathed out. She tugged on his arms so that he wouldn’t pull away. “I’m on the pill so if you want to you can just, you know.”

Sasuke sat up on his knees and spread Sakura’s legs open on top of them. He took himself in hand and brushed the tip at her entrance.

“You sure?” He asked, rubbing himself around the opening and upward so that he flicked at her delightful little bundle of nerves.

“Just━please, Sasuke,” Sakura whined.

He didn’t want her begging tonight━morning, as the birds chirping outside under Sakura’s cries were warning him of the rising sun━so he did what she wanted and pushed himself inside of her. Sasuke went slow slow slow, thrusting at a steady pace, trying to build up to his own release slowly so he could have Sakura crying out so sweetly again.

Sasuke adjusted his body so he was cradle between her thighs and having to brace himself on one forearm as the hand on the other arm fondled a breast, kneading it and circling his thumb over her nipple. He covered her mouth with his own, not having had nearly enough of her kisses before she went down on him.

Sasuke build up to a faster pace of thrusts, Sakura’s moans rolling into his mouth and harmonizing with his groans. He knew she was getting close again by the clenching of her inner muscles around him and the way she clung to him, nails biting down on his shoulder blades and thighs squeezing tight around his hips.

“Harder, deeper,�� she demanded and Sasuke willingly complied. He slowed his thrusts into a deep roll, snapping his hips hard against hers.

Sasuke snaked his hand down away from her breast and wrapped his hand around her thigh, pulling it tighter to him. The slow build up he wanted was flooding and soon he would be crashing into that blissful release. Sakura clenched tighter around him and he could no longer keep from spilling into her. Sasuke kept her tight up against him as he grinded into her deeply.

Suddenly he felt exhausted, reminding him that his plans for that morning was to take a shower and go to sleep because he had been running on barely four hours of sleep. He buried his head in the crook of Sakura’s neck and sighed.

“We should probably move to my room.”

“We should,” Sakura agreed. “But I’m too fucking tired.”

Sighing once more, Sasuke sat up and grabbed his clothes and Sakura’s. He slipped back into his underwear and sweatpants and helped Sakura back into his shirt. Grabbing the duvet, he wrapped it around Sakura so she looked like a burrito and then lifted her up over his shoulder again.

“Are you serious?”

“Maybe if I make it difficult for your to escape, you’ll actually stay this time.”

“I’m not going anywhere!” Sakura squealed as Sasuke dropped her onto his bed.

“Good.” He crouched down so that he was looking at her eye to eye. “Because as fun as this all is, I think it would be nice to know your last name. And your major. And what bands you like. But for now, sleep. We can talk in the morning.”

“It is morning,” Sakura reminded him. He gave her an unimpressed look that had her biting her lip to hold back the smile threatening to break out. “Fine. I’ll stay. I planned to.”

“Good,” he repeated before climbing into bed with her.

Kiba hung up his keys on the key hook right by the door. He and Shino had gone to the diner a few blocks away before heading back to their apartment and picked up something for Sasuke and themselves to eat.

Knowing the guy, Kiba was sure that Sasuke wouldn’t crawl out of his room until two in the afternoon.

“Something seems different,” Shino commented, slipping out of his street shoes when he entered the apartment.

“You know what,” Kiba frowned and looked around the living room, “you’re right. Something feels off. Almost...tainted.”

“I’m going to put the food away,” Shino announced. “And get the dogs something to eat too. Glad Tamaki was cool with us bringing them over last night.”

“Yeah, she’s the best.” Kiba dropped his body onto the couch. It was Sasuke’s couch technically, but it was so comfortable that he practically lived on it.

Huh? What’s that?

Kiba leaned over and grabbed something light blue that was peeking out from under the couch. Holding it up, it became apparent that what he was holding in his hands was a pair of girl’s underwear.

Kiba dropped it and shot up from the couch.

“What the fuck!? Sasuke!”

#sasusaku #ssm19 #ssm19d22 #ss fanfiction #day!fics

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nyanbinary-chatnoir · 5 years

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MLB Holiday Month 2k19 - Fireplace

Day 3 - Prompt: Fireplace

ft. Ladrien

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The holidays became a bittersweet time for Adrien. Don't get him wrong, he loves seeing all the lights, decorations, and the joy it brought to everyone. However; with his mom gone, Adrien didn't feel the Christmas cheer like he normally did. His father spent most days cooped in his office for hours. Seeing him only at certain times, unless Adrien was called to his office concerning photoshoot appointments or acquiring how his school work and other activities were doing.

Plagg did his best to cheer him up and make him feel less lonely. It would be nice to spend some time with his father, maybe even Gorilla and Natalie.

Alas, here he was stuck in his room for the evening. Having eaten dinner earlier he had a digitized fireplace on his TV screen as he sipped on cider.

Adrien heaved a sigh, putting his cup down on his table. Plagg had retired a while ago. So it was him, the fireplace, and a blanket he wrapped himself in.

There hadn't been patrol for night Adrien thought of going outside earlier but decided to give Plagg a break, since there was no Akuma and it seemed like a peaceful night.

He curled up in his blanket. Beginning to wonder what his Lady was up to this evening, was she spending time with friends? Or maybe the same as him, wrapped in a blanket and drinking something warm.

Maybe he should call it and night and go to bed. He stood up ready to turn off the TV when he caught something red from the rooftops across the street. Adrien blinked, gripping his blanket he squinted through his window.

It wasn't Christmas yet so why was Santa here already?

Pressing his face closer his eyes blew wide. Ladybug?

Ladybug was pacing on the rooftop, she would go back and forth, stop, and begin again. What was she doing there this late??

Hurrying he opened his window and waved his arm, hoping to grab her attention. It did, she froze.

Adrien stared as Ladybug stared back. Finally, he made a gesture for her to come over.

Less than a minute and he had Ladybug perched on his window. She looked nervous as she clutched a box in one arm.

“Ladybug??”

“Hey, you...” Ladybug cringed.

She'd been pacing back and forth deciding on whether to drop in and say hi. Or maybe she should just leave the package? But then she saw Adrien waving her over. Pretend like you don't know him. He's a random civilian. That she decided to visit and bring him some sweets. As Marinette, she knew this time of year would be hard for him, so she wanted to do something to help cheer him up. Which is why she was there. As Ladybug. She's got this.

Stepping back Adrien asked, “Would you like to come in?? It's a little cold out there.” He shivered as a cold wind came through the window. His blanket could only provide so much warmth.

Ladybug scrambled. Jumping down from the window nearly falling into Adrien and almost giving herself a heart attack. “Yes, um thank you!” Ladybug shut the window closing off anymore chill from entering.

“I ah was in the neighborhood and I saw you were still awake, thought maybe you would like to share some treats from this bakery I went to earlier.” She shuffled her feet nervously.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

“O-oh? Did you?” Adrien glanced at the box in her hand. They looked like Marinette's parent's bakery. He smiled. A chance to spend time with his Ladybug? A true miracle!

Adrien guided Ladybug to his couch giving a swift bow. “Please take a seat, Ladybug.” Adrien's heart thumping loud as she laughed and took a seat. Oh wow. This is real. Ladybug is seating on his couch. He was about to share pastries with Ladybug. Okay, Agreste. Keep it cool.

….

Slipping off the couch from his blanket. Laughing alongside Ladybug as he seated himself.

“Sorry about that.” He scratched the back of his neck. “Forgot I had the blanket.”

Ladybug assured him he was fine. Glad he was okay.

She opened the box, holding it open for Adrien. “You can choose first.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course! Go ahead!”

A smile and Adrien took a croissant. “Thank you, Ladybug.”

“No need to thank me, it was my please! Pleasure!” Ladybug corrected herself setting down their treats. She took a bite of a macaroon herself.

“Best bakery in all of France.”

“I'm sure they would be flattered to hear you say that.”

Adrien took a bite, chewing, swallowing his piece. “Next time I see them I gotta remember to tell them.”

The next few minutes they both ate in silence. Enjoying their treats. Adrien savored his croissant, he didn't get treats too often. Add in Ladybug next to him and this was probably one of the best nights of his life. He was grateful for his partner.

Finishing off his croissant Adrien groaned contently. Causing the girl next to him to giggle.

“Full and happy??”

“You have no idea,” Adrien sighed dreamily. He sat up ears turning pink as he glanced beside him. Ladybug's face also tinted with pink.

He swallowed. Looking towards the digital fireplace. Adrien was at a complete stop on how to continue next. Here he was sitting next to the love of his life, they finished their food, and there's a fireplace going. Funny how that all played out.

“I'm glad you invited me in.”

Adrien spun to face Ladybug.

Her hands clenched in her lap, staring anywhere but him. She shifted.

“I'm glad I invited you in too,” Adrien softly said.

Ladybug smiled shyly. “Have you heard Jagged's new album?”

Eyebrow raised Adrien smirked. “Heard it? I own it! You want me to play it on my computer?”

Perking up Ladybug hastily nodded in agreement. “Track four is my favorite, personally. I mean I love everything on the album but track four is just amazing.” She wiggled cutely in excitement.

Adrien felt like his heart could jump from his chest, god she was adorable, but track four was also his favorite too. He loved this girl.

They spent two hours listening and discussing Jagged's album, both bouncing in their seats. Both speaking of their ideas where the inspiration came from, what the story of the song told. And as they talked they both sat near the other, knees brushing every now and again. If they noticed they didn't say anything.

And neither Ladybug or Adrien could stop grinning.

#mlholidays2k19 #ladrien #miraculous ladybug #my fic: just hear those bells #jaydens writing.txt

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areyouscarletcold · 5 years

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Call’s May Favorites: Day Sixteen - Flashvibe, Writer Au

“No progress yet?” Barry chuckled when Cisco didn’t look up from his laptop, swatting him on the arm with an incoherent grumble. “I’ll take that as a big, fat ‘ no’.”

“You’re distracting me,” Cisco murmured.

“Just checking in. You’ve only eaten M&M’s since breakfast, babe.”

Cisco didn’t respond and Barry sighed, good humor vanishing as he took in the bags under his boyfriend’s eyes, the dazed glint staring dully at the screen. He would’ve been home sooner to remind him to eat, but his phone had died at work, and there was no way he could skip out of his job interview.

He shut the laptop screen and didn’t budge as Cisco blinked rapidly for a few seconds, disbelieving, before his gaze swiveled upward. Wow, and Cisco said Barry was the one who used those puppy dog eyes all the time.

“Okay. That’s it. Break time.” Cisco opened his mouth to protest but Barry held up a hand, giving his boyfriend his best stern glare. “For at least twenty to thirty minutes. And you have to eat something substantial. Are the subs from yesterday still in the fridge?”

Cisco held on, his pout slowly dissolving in the face of Barry’s stubbornness, and let his head fall onto the table. “Yeah,” he mumbled. “I think so.”

“Good.” Barry ran a hand through Cisco’s hair and got a quiet, relieved noise in return. “Which character’s being an asshole this time?”

“Lily. She’s only supposed to be in this chapter for one scene, but no! The second I try and move on, she wants to be written into the end of the chapter too.”

“Why?”

“Something about her dad.” Cisco hummed as Barry’s fingers trailed down his scalp soothingly. “I don’t know. Haven’t decided yet.”

“Maybe she finds out he’s alive after all this time?” Barry offered. “Or - what about the time travel thing? Can you include that? She could go back to the past with the others.”

“Maybe. But she’s not part of the team. Unless...” Cisco’s head shot up and Barry had to yank his hand back so he didn’t break it. That wide-eyed stare meant nothing good. “Holy shit. She’s an aberration, I got it, I have to - ”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Barry said, pulling Cisco away from the laptop as he tried to make grabby hands for it. “Break first! You can tell me about your idea while we eat a late lunch.”

“But, Barr - !”

“Lunch first!”

Cisco whined but he let Barry push him toward the kitchen, brushing his hair out of his face with one hand. “You’re cruel, you know that?”

“Yes, so very cruel, making sure you stay alive and healthy.”

“It’s a good thing you’re cute,” Cisco muttered. Barry chose to ignore the petulant tone, letting Cisco intertwine their fingers as he headed for the fridge, biting back a broad smile.

#flashvibe #barrisco #cisco ramon #barry allen #the flash #my aesthetics #my writing #call's favorites 2k19 #listen....i love soft boyfriends #cisco's a writer who is....writing legends if you didnt guess it lol

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sockablock · 5 years

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Widomauk Week 2k19 | Day 2: Urban Fantasy

That afternoon, there came a knock at the door.

It flew open before Caleb could even rise from his chair.

“Coming through, coming through!” hollered Nott the Brave as she strode across the welcome mat like she owned the place. Which, to be fair, was basically true. The faded sofa by the window was her favorite place to sleep, and at this point she even had her own set of keys.

“You are here today early,” Caleb chuckled, standing and giving his closest friend a smile. Then it faded slightly as more people marched into view.

Two of them he recognized. Two he did not.

“Caleb!” Jester beamed, sprinting across the floor and practically leaping into his arms. “Caleb, how are you? Long time no see!”

“Ah, Jester, what a surprise. You are—oh, my ribs—yes, yes, hello—”

Beau stepped around a stack of books. This apartment was always cluttered.

“What’s up, Widogast? Still a nerd?”

“Still needlessly cruel, Beauregard?” Then he raised an eyebrow, and glanced at the other two.

“Who are the newcomers?” he asked through the pain. Then he added, “Well, come on in, do not be shy.”

A woman taller than his doorframe ducked inside. A tornado of glitter and jewelry blew in after her.

“Ah, the mysterious Mr. Widogast!” the whirlwind shouted. Caleb had to pray that his neighbors were already awake. “It’s a pleasure, dear, an absolute pleasure!” Then the twister paused, and there was a flicker of hesitation.

“Well. It, er...yes, well. A pleasure indeed.”

Caleb matched the stranger’s measured expression. Now that he had finally stopped moving, he could see that this force of nature was just a tiefling. Lavender skin and technicolor jacket, dwarfed by the enormous figure standing next to him.

“And you are?” Caleb turned to the woman. He completely missed the way the tiefling suddenly deflated. “I do not think that we have met.”

“That is because we have not.” Her accent was soft, though also a bit rough. Caleb had never heard anything quite like it. “I am Yasha. I am a new client.”

“That’s right!” Jester finally set Caleb down. He took the opportunity to un-ruffle his pajamas. “We’re helping her and her friend with a case.”

“With my case, actually, hello.” The tiefling waved his hands around. “Mollymauk Tealeaf is the name, dear. Since you so rudely forgot to ask.”

“Ah. Apologies,” Caleb absently nodded. Then he turned around and gestured to the kitchen. “Would you any of you like some tea or coffee? Do you have a preference?”

“Tea,” said Beau.

"Same here,” sighed Nott. “I already had four cups today.”

“Here, don’t worry, Caleb, I can make it,” Jester grinned. “That way, you guys can go over the case.” She leaned in towards Caleb and gave him a huge wink. “You’re definitely gonna like it,” she said. “It’s all about magic. Right up your alley.”

Caleb’s eyebrow rose again. “Really? Is that so?” he asked.

She giggled and nudged Nott in the shoulder. “Tell him,” she said. “He’s gonna lose his mind.”

Then she danced off to the kitchenette, leaving the rest of the group to be seated.

“Ja, ja, alright then,” Caleb said, pulling his chair up to face the sofa. “In that case, let’s hear what’s going on. It has been a while since last time,” he added, giving Nott a small smile. “I was wondering if you had replaced me, spatz.”

Her grin was jagged, and could’ve drawn blood. This was a goblin’s cheerful face.

“This is the best one yet,” she promised, flopping down onto the armrest. The others followed her lead and sat down.

“Go ahead, Molly, Yasha, when you’re ready.”

The newcomers briefly exchanged glances. Yasha gave Molly an encouraging nod.

“Well, alright, I suppose it’s like this.” The tiefling leaned forward and planted his elbows on his knees. “Some people are trying to fucking kill me, and I hired the detectives to figure out why.”

“So we can find them and kill them,” Yasha added.

“Well, I haven’t fully committed there,” Molly leaned back and crossed his legs. “Their motive is what I’d really like to know. At least, for now. I’m not afraid to get my hands...dirty.”

He made eye contact with Caleb and enunciated the word. Caleb plucked his notebook from the table.

“Okay,” he said flatly, and flipped to the first page. “Do you have any leads, so far?”

“None,” said Nott, when Molly failed to answer. “Nothing really good, anyway. I’m guessing it has to do with this guy—”

“Not a guy, dear.”

“—sorry, with Molly’s past. The people after him are definitely magic-users, which is why I came to you,” Nott finished.

Caleb nodded slowly. “Ja, okay, that is all very good to know.” He turned to Molly. “Did you used to know any wizards? Sorcerers? Any who were angry?”

“Yeah, well, that’s the kicker,” Beau muttered. She had taken the other end of the couch and was sitting on the back with her feet on the cushion. “We’ve kind of hit a dead end, there.”

Caleb raised an eyebrow. “And that is because...?”

All eyes turned to Molly. He gave a sigh and crossed his arms.

“Gods, I really hate telling this story. Especially when it’s the first time I meet someone,”

“Your life is in danger,” Yasha said sternly. “You will tell the story as much as required.”

He rolled his eyes, but it was more fond than anything. “Very well,” he relented, and nodded at Caleb. “I’m an amnesiac,” he said. “Woke up two years ago without a care in the world. Without a single memory to my name. Actually, I didn’t even have one of those. ‘Mollymauk’ is just what they call me at work.”

Caleb wrote this down. “Work?” he prompted.

“I do stuff at a bar. Nothing untoward, just backstage support.” He waggled his eyebrows, as if that would make it better. “Sometimes I post flyers, and sometimes I juggle swords.”

In the privacy of his notebook, Caleb wrote: unemployed.

“I see,” he said, laying down his pen. “And do you suspect your memory loss is magical? Have you spoken to any other arcanists about this?”

“Ha! No, fuck that,” Molly said. “I never gave a shit about my past. Not until it tried to burn me alive, that is.”

Caleb fell silent for just a beat. He schooled his expression.

“It tried to burn you?”

Molly noticed nothing. Nott definitely did, but elected not to say anything. For now.

“Metaphorically,” the tiefling explained. “It actually threw these bolts of, like, energy at me, but I managed to run into an alley and up the fire escape and through a window. I lost the attackers, after that, but not without getting a bit singed, first.”

“Do you remember anything about these people? Anything memorable?”

“Other than the blasts of magic?” Molly shrugged. “I dunno, maybe? Yeah, I think...at one point, I think they called me something, a...an insurgent? Oh, and they seemed to think my name was Luke, or Luce, or something. It was a bit hard to hear over the explosions, and all.”

“I see.” Caleb turned to Nott. “Have you already looked into that?”

“We’re working on it,” she confirmed. “My best people are knee-deep in the records.”

“Not currently,” Beau said, “but we will be, when we get back.”

At that moment, Jester returned, bearing mugs. After setting all of them down, she perched atop a stack of books, teetering slightly, but not really caring.

“Did we talk about the tattoos, yet?” she asked. “Isn’t this exciting, you guys?”

“Tattoos?” Caleb reached for a mug. “What tattoos?”

“I was getting there,” said Nott. “The main reason we came is because we wanted to you to take a look at Molly’s tattoos. It’s the only thing we haven’t fully investigated, yet. We think they might be magic, and we think it might be the key to all this. It was Jester’s idea, actually.”

“Aw, it was nothing,” she beamed and waved a hand. “I just suggested that we let Caleb check it out.”

“I’m personally delighted that you did,” Molly chuckled. “After all, I would never turn down a chance to let a handsome man examine my body. What do you say to that, Mister Caleb?”

There was a beat of silence.

And then, Caleb’s whole face went red. It was amazing, the way his cheeks suddenly matched his hair.

“I-I...wie bitte?”

“I don’t speak dwarvish,” Molly said cheerfully, elated to finally get a reaction from this man. “But yes, I’m offering a full tour. All for the sake of the case, of course.”

Caleb’s mind was lodged against the word ‘handsome.’ It had been years since someone had called him tha—

Beau coughed. Then she coughed again. Then she gave one final hack and produced a glare that declared: this is awful.

Yes, Caleb agreed in his head. This had suddenly become very awful. He tried to stand up and knocked over his chair.

“I...ah, er...right. Oh, right. Yes. Tattoo.”

He approached Mollymauk like a man walking to his death. The tiefling’s eyes glittered like rubies.

“Where...” Caleb muttered, dreading the answer, “...where is this marking...”

“Well, since you asked—”

Thankfully, before he could be teased any further, Beau one again spoke up.

“It’s on his left palm,” she said matter-of-factly. “Looks like an eye. It’s fucking creepy.”

Molly shot her a glare, which she returned. Caleb thanked every god he could think of, then gingerly took the tielfling by the hand.

He turned it over.

The electricity of the moment instantly vanished. Caleb’s mind abruptly shifted gears and without hesitation, he sank down on his knees, poured his gaze and his fingers across the lines. This symbol...this eye...he’d seen it before...

And in that second, above him, Molly privately unraveled. Oh, yes, it was always just fun and games, until they took you by the hand, until your palms touched, your fingers brushed; also, this angle was simply unfair. Caleb’s intense, thoughtful blue eyes, unfair—

Molly liked a certain amount of attention. Now that he’d finally gotten it, well.

Unfair.

“Have any of you ever heard of ‘bloodhunters’?” Caleb muttered, tracing the shape of the eye once again. “I believe...ja, I believe I have seen almost this exact pattern before, in a book that briefly touched upon the subject. This is...it was part of a ritual, I think, to unlock a certain kind of magic.”

“Mmhm?” Molly said, which was about all he could manage.

Beau’s grin had reached astronomical sizes. She leaned her chin into her palm. “Good magic, or bad?” she asked conversationally.

“Many say that there is no such thing as either.” Caleb absently turned the hand again. “It depends on the user, really.”

“Does the tattoo give any hints about his background?” Nott had produced her own notebook and primed her pen. “Any clues about the kind of people that’re after him?”

“Er...unfortunately, I am afraid so.”

He let go, and Molly immediately sank. Behind him, his tail did an unhappy swish, though not because of what Caleb had said.

“Who are they?” Jester asked, leaning in. “Are they bad guys?”

“Are they dangerous?” Yasha narrowed her eyes. “Should we expect more trouble?”

“Well...” Caleb sighed, “I would certainly need to check my books again. I do not want to cause undue concern—”

“A bit late for that,” Molly mumbled. He had finally regained control of his arms, and crossed them pointedly against his chest. “Spit it out, Mister Caleb. What’s coming for me?”

Caleb stood and returned to his chair.

“Danger,” he murmured. “Indescribable danger. Brought on by the kind of people unfraid of dabbling in that which they do not understand. The kind of people who break reality and are willing to take power from anywhere they can.”

He sat back down. He picked up his mug.

“I said earlier that magic is what you make of it, Mister Mollymauk, and I stand by that statement,” he murmured. “But if your tattoo is anything to go off of, then that means the people coming after you are not people to be trifled with. They are...the magic that they practice walks a very fine line along the border of what we would call madness and abomination. You are very lucky to have escaped them, Mollymauk. Though, I am certain, they will come for you again.”

As Caleb finished speaking, silence filled the room. Everyone quietly watched him drink some tea.

And then, very slowly, their eyes turned to Molly. He was still staring at his hand, though now his dreamy expression was gone.

He turned his palm over. He stared at the center. A dark, inky pupil, matched his shaky gaze.

“Well,” he said eventually. “...well.”

A pause—

“Fuck.”

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