#damn these strawberry ones actually go hard it tastes nothing like i remember but it tastes like actual strawberries

[basslinegrave]

sent off documents for starting my business and its on the move i need to think of it as a positive since school wise im still digging a hole for myself (also managed to call them cuz i didnt have time to overthink it and get too anxious thats also a plus

i also got some sweet treats i got a lollipop (though i didnt see my fav strawberry n cream one so i just got strawberry) and saw they also had pez candies but i didnt see which is which so i got 2 random packets and it was raspberry and strawberry and lifes good ive been craving pez candy for ages now‼️ i still gotta taste the raspberry i wonder if that one tastes like in the past cuz the strawberry is rly good S tier but not like i remember? like i want the sugary nostalgia.. i will buy more flavors next time if i dont forget

oh i also finally got some forsythia branches but i was too scared to take them in the park so i went for the very last one closer to our street which had very sparce flowers so it looks kinda sad but its ok mission accomplished (final rating: D)

[forcefulkitten]

a ride to remember

[hisoka morow x fem! reader] 

summary: you and Hisoka go on a date to an amusement park and he makes it an experience you’ll never forget.

warnings: 18+, nsfw, public sex, overstimulation, exhibitionism

word count: 2,229

You can’t remember the last time you were able to go out and have fun. Work and adulting consumes a large portion of your life these days. The minimal free time that you do have is spent catching up on much needed rest or lounging around with your boyfriend. So when he came home with tickets for the amusement park, you were thrilled. Being with Hisoka is always a fun time. No matter what you do, he makes it spontaneous. While he’ll never grow sick of doing face masks with you and taking a bath with your head rested on his chest, he can’t deny that you both deserve an actual date outside of the house.

Checking yourself out in the mirror, you’re happy with how you look tonight. You decided to wear a black plaid pleated skirt, white long sleeve turtleneck and sneakers. Hisoka snuck up from behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, looking at you in the mirror. “Mmmm, what fine taste you have my dear.” He’s dressed in his usual outfit and makeup, not that you’d prefer it any otherwise. You turn around and press a kiss to his lips. “Should we head out?” You questioned. “Yes pumpkin.”

Upon arrival, you’re overwhelmed by the amount of rides, games and food there is at your leisure. Energetic music, laughter and smiling faces fill the atmosphere around you. Hisoka pulls you towards the first ride he sees, a drop tower that goes up too high for your comfort. The excitement on his face and strong grip on your wrist gives you the motivation to put any fear aside. It’s rare that you two have the opportunity to go out lately and you’ll be damned if you don’t have the most fun this day has to offer.

Hours of heart pumping, adrenaline rushing entertainment pass by at the speed of light. After surviving what felt like your death sentence, you stomp away from Hisoka with tears in your eyes and make your way to buy a funnel cake with strawberries and whipped cream. He follows behind you, wondering why you’re so upset. Sitting down at a table, you push the dessert over to him on the opposite side. “Why would you do that? I was so scared Hisoka.” You question with sadness in your eyes. “What's the big deal? It was only some harmless fun.” His tone is taunting and you want to punch him in the throat for mocking you. “You call that... harmless fun? You broke our safety buckle right before the rollercoaster dropped from the top. The tallest fucking ride here.” Warm tears streamed down your face, you feel so small right now while he stares at you with pity. “I just couldn’t resist the chance to look at your adorable frightened face.” Hisoka’s arm reaches across the table and lifts your chin to look at him. “I wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you. Besides, bungee gum has the properties-“ You cut him off mid sentence, slapping your hand over his mouth. You can't help but laugh whenever he says that line. He places a soft kiss on the back of your hand before pushing the funnel cake back to you and swiping some of the whipped cream on your nose. It’s times like this that remind you how you’ve grown to trust him with your life. He’s scared the hell out of you plenty times and even put you in dangerous positions but you’ve never been unwillingly hurt by or because of him. Hisoka scans over your face, taking mental note of your tear stained cheeks and bloodshot eyes. Even in this state you’re perfect to him. Normally, he thinks weak people are pathetic. But when it comes to you, he’s captivated by how you allow yourself to be so forgiving and kind with him even when he doesn’t deserve it.

After sharing your funnel cake and grabbing some overpriced, underwhelming grub to eat, you two continue to chit chat about your day together while your food settles. Gesturing to the games so Hisoka can win you a bear, he shakes his head no at your silent begs. “Why not? We’ve went on every ride that we wanted to go on! We're not leaving until you win me a bear. I deserve it since you nearly killed us.” He tuts, “You can have whatever you desire, my pretty fruit. But only after we get on the Ferris wheel.”

Handing two tickets to the operator, you and Hisoka make your way onto a cart. The seat beneath you is cold and it’s uncomfortable against your legs, so you move to sit on Hisoka’s lap with your back facing him. He brings his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his body. The added warmth is appreciated. After such a long day, you could easily fall asleep here if you tried. Instead, the two of you overlook the amusement park while the Ferris wheel slowly makes its way up. Everything around you is perfect. Hisoka holding you tight. The night sky covered in stars. The moon that looks so close but in fact is so far. Happiness radiating in the air around you. The light atmosphere is exquisite, you’d stop time right now if you could.

Hands that were wrapped around your waist untangle. Hisoka brings one underneath your shirt, pulling the cup of your bra down and groping your breast, making you yelp at his sudden movements. His lips find their way to your neck, sucking and nipping the skin. You melt into his touch, small moans feeding his hungry desire. Hisoka’s other hand trails between your thighs, resting against your heat. He doesn’t slip his fingers into your panties, instead finding refuge on your clit through the fabric. You squirm in his lap when deft fingers start to swirl against your bud. “Hisoka..” You whimper when he bites your neck particularly hard, peppering kisses around the area afterwards. “Hmm?” His voice is thick like honey and he pretends that he doesn’t know what you’re whining about.

Leaning against his body, grinding against his hand, head thrown back onto his shoulder while singing his name between breaths only serves to stir him on. Part of you thinks it’s crazy to do this in public, on a Ferris wheel at that. A bigger part of you is caught up in the thrill and pleasure coursing through your body. He’s making you feel so good that you wouldn’t dare stop him. Hisoka can feel how wet you’ve gotten, helping his digits slide up and down your slit through your panties. His fingers circle your clit with precise and calculated movements. Not knowing where to put your hands, you latch onto the material of his pants, tight fists making your knuckles turn white. You feel the coil in your stomach tighten with every swirl against your sex, every pinch of your nipple. You look around, realizing that you’re almost at the base of the Ferris wheel. Hisoka’s fingers speed up, hoping to get you to cum right as you’re passing the operator. He has a knack for both frightening you and seeing you flustered. Fighting your orgasm with every fiber of your being, you clench your eyes shut and try to still your body. He shuffles your body closer to his, and you feel his erection press against you. He ruts up against you, the feeling of him touching every sensitive part of your body is overwhelming. Legs trembling and mouth ajar from the overstimulation, you feel your orgasm approach. There’s no use in trying to fight it. Hisoka brings his lips to your ear, “Cum for me darling.” His voice is laced with lust and persuasion. He doesn’t even understand the amount of power he has over you when he uses that tone. Letting go of your nipple, his hand moves up to grip your neck, rested between your breast like a seatbelt. His fingers ravishing your clit, erection prodding against you and moans in your ear send a rush through your veins. Amusement park music, people screaming on rollercoasters, the gears of the Ferris wheel. These sounds that filled your ears before aren’t registering to you. All you can hear is your moans and his hitched breath each time you rub against him. The knot in your stomach snaps, and you let out a cry while your cunt clenches around nothing. Hisoka’s fingers work your swollen bud even faster once he feels your orgasm begin. He jerks your head to the side and when you force your eyes open, the operator’s looking at you in confusion. Trying to move your face from his view is futile, the grip on your jaw is iron clad. You shut your eyes, promising to pay Hisoka back for this. Thankfully the operator isn’t able to see what Hisoka’s hand is doing under your skirt, but you can guess he knows exactly what’s going on. Shocked and embarrassed, you lean forward towards your knees while Hisoka cups your sex, allowing you a moment to gather yourself. As the cart makes its way back up, he gives the operator a sly grin.

You slide onto the cold seat, only for Hisoka to pull you right back onto his lap facing him. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you bring your tongue to lick the shell of his ear. You begin to straddle his waist, grinding against his thick length. Hisoka’s breath hitches at the friction between the two of you. Bringing one hand to hold you up, Hisoka pulls his cock out of his pants and lines himself up with your clothed cunt. You reach between your bodies, tugging your panties to the side and giving him a way in. His hands glide up the curve of your ass and find their way to your waist, inching into you. Your slick cunt sucks him in quickly, making you hiss at the stretch that turns from pain to pleasure. Hisoka bucks into you while you meet his thrusts. The squelching noises of your sex drives him wild. “Oh my, you’re soaking wet darling. So gorgeous taking my cock like this.” You bring him into a kiss, slipping your tongue in his mouth and biting down harshly. The pain makes him speed up his pace, thrusting into you so roughly that you know you’ll be sore after this. His long member hits your cervix with every rut, you can’t control the obnoxious moans leaving your mouth. The way he slides in and out of your sopping pussy makes you feel delirious. Your grip on his muscular shoulders tighten at the feeling of your orgasm building up again. Hisoka is latched onto your ass, squeezing so hard that his nails dig crescents into your fragile skin. He’s putting all of his strength behind his vicious onslaught, the feeling of his hips hitting your aching folds is invigorating. Amber eyes bore into yours, aroused by every contorted face that you make. Hisoka knows you’re close. Your legs are burning from meeting his thrusts, arms clutched onto him like he’s your savior. Hisoka can’t continue much longer. Seeing you such a mess, impaled on his cock while shamelessly taking him in public is driving him wild. Your legs finally give out, leaving him to use you to his heart’s content. You grind against him lazily, focused on chasing your orgasm despite the burn in your legs. Hisoka rolls his hips against yours, desperate for you to cream around him. You bury your face into his neck as you cum, letting out choked moans that bring a smile to his face. He doesn’t even give you a moment to catch your breath, quickly pistoning into you. He lets out a string of moans that could probably be heard by all of the other people on the Ferris wheel. Bringing your hands into his hair, you pull his face into your neck to shut him up. Hisoka bounces you on his length as if you weigh nothing, biting your neck hard enough to make you shriek. Your cunt gripping him like a vice proves too much for him. Shuddering, he coats your walls with his seed. Having regained some control over yourself, you sway against his length, greedily milking him until he stops twitching inside of you. He holds you close against him while drawing circles in your thigh. Your mouth meets his in a sloppy kiss, wordlessly thanking him for fucking you into the oblivion. Hisoka lifts you off of him gently, and you both fix yourselves properly into your clothing with perfect timing. Not even a minute later, you reach the bottom of the Ferris wheel and the operator opens the cart to let you both out. As you walk by, you keep your head down and follow behind Hisoka.

Exhausted is an understatement. Having spent over 8 hours at this place and going through several different emotions; you’re ready to go home, take a shower and go to sleep. Hisoka plays a couple of games, making sure to win you a small bear and an oversized one. Shortly after, the two of you make your way home after Hisoka buys candy to share on the way. Little do you know, he's already got two more tickets to visit again in the future.

[hiccanna-tidbits]

okay, okay but hear me out!

Hiccanna, Moanida and Jackunzel (and maybe someone else if u want) going on a holiday trip together (it could be sea or lake or just swimming pool).

And that three couples playing "chicken fight game"~ When u have to sit on partner shoulder or ridding piggy-back and knock down or separate the other couple!

sksksks just imagine the fun and the chaos!! hahaha

Okay SO I recently watched Palm Springs so I’m just imagining The Gang going to like…a fancy pool resort in like Arizona??? SURE LET’S GO WITH THAT

I’m imagining the only resort the gang could afford to stay at is someplace out in the middle of Arizona or something

It takes a LOT of persuading to get Jack to go, because he haaaaates deserts. Rapunzel basically has to beg. Moana finally managed to bribe him with really good homemade ice slushies. (She’s used to making smoothies for Merida, so how hard can slushies be??? Just throw in some ice!)

Rapunzel offers to help Moana with the slushies, since she gave Jack SO many puppy dog eyes to get him to come. Since they’ve got two people working on them, they’re REALLY good slushies. Jack approves.

Anna also tries to convince Elsa to go, but the perpetually-single Elsa is just like “Um, deserts? Sunburns? Being indefinitely stuck with gross couples doing gross couple stuff?!? Yeah no thank you”

Hiccup tries to wake everyone up at like 6 am to go hiking because "that's when the desert iguanas are out guys!!! C'mon, we have to go!!!" Anna is only persuaded to go after Hiccup makes her coffee--she really wants to make her bf happy, but also mornings can suck her dick. Rapunzel is more than happy to go, because she loves mornings anyways!!! And oh my god, IGUANAS!!! Jack, Merida, and Moana are like "oh FUCK no" and put the pillow back over their head, shoo Hiccup away, and go back to sleep.

On their hike, Hiccup just goes "!!!!!!!" about every reptile he sees. Snake, lizard, horny toad, literally anything with scales will send the boy into an excited frenzy. Rapunzel has similar reactions. Anna could not love both of them more.

At one point, they stumble across a gila monster sunbathing, and Rapunzel is overtaken with the unwavering desire to adopt him. She gets Hiccup on board, and he tries to lure the lizard over with a dusty piece of a snake carcass he found (Anna tried to tell him he really shouldn't touch that, but he was not to be swayed and Anna ended up figuring he could just wash his hands really well when they got back). Anna finds herself in the unusual position of having to be the Voice of Reason, having to be like “hey uh I think this might be illegal and stuff??? Also aren't they poisonous???”

(I know what you're thinking. Bold of you to assume Anna knows the difference between poisonous and venomous.)

Rapunzel literally CANNOT stop gushing to Jack about all the wildlife she saw when she gets back! Jackrabbits! Kangaroo rats! Roadrunners! Peccaries! Centipedes! Jack has only mild to moderate interest in desert ecology, but loves hearing his gf gush so he listens attentively anyways. 

Anna and Rapunzel definitely hit up the gift shops in the resort town at some point, and go ABSOLUTELY BATSHIT HOGWILD buying gifts for everyone. They probably max out their credit cards. It's embarrassing, really. But Anna gets Hiccup an absolute shitton of those little wall lizard things and he nearly cries tears of joy when he sees them, so it's all worth it, really.

Moana will not leave the pool like. The entire time. The girl is just obsessed with being in the water, honestly. She gets restless, though, and can't just stand in the pool and vibe--she needs to constantly be moving and swimming around or she'll explode. Merida is more than happy to indulge her by hanging out in the poor with her, but Merida is also constantly challenging her to swim races--a very dumb idea, considering Moana is on the high school swim team and water polo team. Merida, naturally, is an extremely sore loser and is not above excessive pouting, splashing, yelling in angry Scottish, and dunking her girlfriend in revenge. It's at least entertaining for all of their friends to watch.

Jack keeps fucking taking huge buckets of ice from the ice machine and dumping them in the pool. At first he only does this because he keeps griping about the pool not being cold enough (this boy will accept nothing less than sitting in the goddamn arctic ocean), but after her figures out that it pisses off his friends, he takes to pouring said ice directly over their heads. Merida has threatened to murder him several times for this.

Hiccup and Anna's main pool activity is just lazing around on their pool floaties (Anna has a duck one, Hicccup has a dragon one because obviously), sipping cocktails, and just generally vibing. Through some ungodly mixture of pure charisma and a fake ID that Rapunzel helped photoshop, Jack manages to talk his way into getting the whole group access to alcohol. Hiccup is a sangria or Moscow Mule kinda guy while Anna usually gets a Pina Colada or a Sex on the Beach (she's aspec, so she literally will not stop joking about the irony of this). Merida makes a game out of attempting to tip over their floaties and dunk them. Jack, chaos gremlin that he is, puts aside his usual rivalry with Merida to join in. They have a surprisingly strong dunking alliance.

Hiccup and Anna try to form a syndicate of their own, and try to lounge on the same floatie so that they can protect each other while fighting off Jack and Merida together. Unfortunately neither of their floaties were made to hold 2 peoples' weight, so the one they're on ends up tipping over, spilling their cocktails everywhere and dunking them anyways. Jack and Merida consider this a Win By Default.

Moana of course loops everyone into playing water polo at some point. Unfortunately some idiot decided it would be a good idea to let Merida of all people pick the teams, which means of course that they are incredibly rigged. It's Moana, Merida and Anna vs. Jack, Rapunzel, and Hiccup, so basically The Jocks vs. The Nerds (although admittedly Anna is more of a softcore jock--she's nowhere near on Moana or Merida's level, but she's still more naturally athletic than Hiccup, Rapunzel, or Jack). Naturally, Jock Team absolutely whoops Nerd Team's ass. Jack gets salty and demands a rematch. ...Jock Team kicks Nerd Team's ass again.

Throughout all of this, no one thinks to just...rearrange the teams a little. Merida was counting on this. All according to plan.

In the titular chicken game (yes, I remembered, don't worry!), it's Merida on Moana's shoulders (Moana swims and has a lot of upper body strength, what can I say?), Hiccup on Anna's shoulders (I mean...Hiccup's a twig, and Anna HAS to have a fair amount of upper body strength from throwing busts around and punching men off boats and such), and Punz on Jack's shoulders (Jack's pretty lithe and good at keeping his balance while jumping around, so he's their best candidate for not just falling over).

Jack and Rapunzel actually manage to stay in the game longer than anyone expects--their primary strategy is “be good at dodging and staying out of the way while Merida and Hiccup duke it out.” And it works! As limber as Hiccup is, Anna's not nearly as coordinated as Jack and is no match for Moana's sturdy footing. Also, neither Anna nor Hiccup are prepared for how goddamn ruthless and determined to win Merida is. Even though they really, really should have been. I mean...have you met Merida???

When it comes down to Merida-Moana and Rapunzel-Jack, Mer feels a little bad for having to go up against Pure Sweet Punzie. Unfortunately, Rapunzel turns out to be a very hardcore fighter when she puts her mind to it, and Merida is much more evenly matched than she initially thought and realizes she must use her Full Power. It definitely helps her snap out of Going Soft when Jack starts brutally roasting Merida in particular (as per usual). Merida gets a rage-fueled Second Wave, and finally manages to knock Rapunzel over in one foul swoop. Merida and Moana are victorious!

Moana and Merida basically always shower together after a day at the pool. They claim it's because they both know how to handle curly hair in chlorine, and just like to wash each other's hair, but the rest of the gang is pretty sure that's not all that's going on in there.

One day, Anna hits up the resort town alone to buy some kind of secret gifts for her friends with what little money she has left (this girl seriously has no chill when it comes to buying presents).  She goes past this huge, fancy ice cream shop and she's like “!!!! OMG!!! I'm gonna surprise all my buddies with pints of their faves!!!” She just gets super hyped and buys everyone ice cream, getting so caught up in the thrill of it that she forgets that she'll have to like. Drive all this back all the way back to the resort in the rental car. In like. You know. 110+ degree weather.

By the time she gets back to the resort, the ice cream is, of course, goop. Poor Anna, feeling incredibly dumb and like an utter failure of a friend, just kind of bursts into tears. Like damn. This is too much. She was gonna make all her pals so happy, and all for naught! Jack just kinda shrugs and throws all the melted ice cream cartons in the freezer anyways. Once they're (partially) re-frozen, Rapunzel and Moana make slushies with them. They actually come out pretty decent. Anna is substantially cheered up.

Moana prepares some tropical fruit platters for everyone to snack on. Rapunzel tries to “improve” them by adding chocolate sauce and nutella to half of them. Sometimes it works (I mean...bananas and strawberries with chocolate and/or nutella is pretty solid). Other times it just tastes...very weird. Merida gest frustrated and yells at Rapunzel for “ruining all of her girlfriend's good mangoes.”

Jack just thinks this whole thing is so funny, and decides to swap the chocolate sauce with barbecue sauce to cause further chaos. Absolute mayhem ensures. Everyone has a bad time. Except for Anna, who apparently is just a freak who enjoys eating pineapple slices dipped in barbecue sauce.

At some point, Merida gets really drunk on appletinis or some shit and signs the entire group up for a local archery competition. Much to everyone's chagrin, it's no refunds. Naturally, basically everyone sans Merida does terrible. Rapunzel and Hiccup very nearly shoot themselves, while Jack and Anna come very close to  accidentally shooting a group of referees (although Jack might have done this on purpose). Moana gets the farthest, if only because Merida's taught her how to shoot a bow at some point. Merida actually ends up winning--although unfortunately, the prize is $20 and a very cheap plastic trophy (which Merida STILL manages to find a way to break before the trip is even over).

The rest of the group is much more amicable to the concept of going on hikes when said hikes are in the evening. Hiccup and Rapunzel are still excitedly chattering about the local ecosystems the entire time, and Jack and Anna are just kind of looking at their nerdy SOs like “<3 <3 <3″ Moana and Merida, meanwhile, are just kinda vibing in the back, passively listening in and watching the desert sunset.

Rapunzel manages to capture Mer and Mo's interest and gets them to participate more with geology, of all things. Merida just thinks rocks are cool (especially when they can be thrown at people bothering her!), while Moana likes learning about the physical history of places--how water can carve out landscapes, and all that. Hiccup and Jack just kind of exchange a look like “I had no idea that they were into rocks, but...the more you know, I guess???”

Jack makes fun of every reptile they see, mainly to piss Hiccup off. Unfortunately it has the opposite effect, and Hiccup can't help but be entertained--mainly because Jack's insults are so weirdly specific and over-the-top that they loop around to being hilarious. Seriously, he keeps saying shit like “Those are the lamest scales I've ever seen. Absolutely drab, and not nearly shiny enough to prove that nature is beautiful. 0/10.” and “Ohhhh, this fucking rattlesnake think's he's so scary, with his dumb percussion instrument tail!!! I could be more intimidating with a mean look and a large pair of maracas!”

At some point, a bunch of tourists riding donkeys pass them. Anna, Rapunzel, and Merida just absolutely lose their shit fangirling over how cute the donkeys are, thus exposing all three of them as the unabashed Horse Girls they are. Hiccup, Jack, and Moana find this extremely amusing, and definitely aren't above teasing their girlfriends about it. Hiccup asks if next time they take a couples' vacation, the Horse Gang (as Moana insists on nicknaming them) would like to go to a ranch instead.

Anna gets like. Obsessed with palm trees. Like they're just so pretty and exotic and tropical!!! OMG!!! And they definitely don't have them wherever the gang is from in this AU. (Also if griping about Elsa not having "tropical powers" is anything to go by, she DOES canonically like the tropics!) She has to take a picture of like...every palm tree on her phone. And considering the gang is in Arizona, that means Anna is stopping to take a picture like...every 2 minutes. Rapunzel catches onto the fact that Anna likes them, and paints her a picture with some when Punz has the time. Anna definitely cries when she sees it. Hiccup can't do nearly that good, but he does buy her some little plastic figurine ones in a gift shop that she can put in her room. Anna also cries about this. She just cries whenever any of her friends indulge her random fixation on palm trees. Surely she doesn't deserve such niceties!!!

Rapunzel is just. In love with the desert landscape tbh. Like the huge funky cacti!!! The shrubs!!! The desert wildflowers!!! The mesas!!! All of it!!! So of course she needs to pull out her easel and paint it. Jack walks by one day and sees her working on it and, partly just to troll her, he's like “put some snow in it!” As he walks away, Rapunzel just stops like “wait...that'd actually be such a great idea for a surrealist-type fantasy piece!!!” After she finishes the main landscape, she adds an overcoat of little puffs of snow on top of everything, and has some clumps falling off of the cacti. When she shows Jack, he just about cries tears of joy, but frantically tries to hide it. She gives the painting to him as a present at the end of the trip. He hangs that shit front-in-center in his room and cherishes it forever and ever.

At some point, Jack gets the ingenious idea that he's going to prank Merida by catching a tarantula and leaving it in her room. It's one of the harmless ones--Jack fact-checks this by offhandedly asking Hiccup and framing it as a casual interest in local etymology. Still, Merida screams far louder than is at all dignified, and also probably loud enough to wake a neighboring country. Rapunzel later has to physically hold Merida back to keep her from absolutely beating Jack into a pulp. Rapunzel also manages to get the World's Largest Sheet of Cardboard and the World's Largest Cup and somehow manages to get the damn thing back outside.

[costellos]

a/n: the Crusaders have a very special place in my heart during the holidays. I finished Part 3 around this time last year, and things were a lil rough then. as a result, I wanted to focus on happier things for this year! so without further ado, here are ya fav globe-trotting boys and their fav holiday traditions.

tw: mentions of death and alcohol in Polnareff’s section.

❥ ┋ ❝ stardust crusaders & their favorite holiday traditions to do with you!

joseph joestar.

Joseph’s favorite holiday tradition is putting up Christmas lights.

the eldest Joestar is really obnoxious when it comes to holiday traditions. while he loves them all, he has a particular affinity for decking out his house in elaborate light displays. it brings him a lot of good memories from when Holly and Jotaro were still young.

that said, he has to get you involved in helping him. he pulls out the biggest boxes from storage and drops them at your feet. despite his being a literal millionaire, it feels very... suburban. not that you mind. you knew exactly what you were getting into when it came to Joseph. that childish zeal for everything keeps you on your toes, and while putting up lights may not be the most fun activity in the world, his boisterous laugh makes you think otherwise.

Joseph’s smiling ear-to-ear as you help him, especially when you set up an LED wire reindeer without his help. but nothing will top that toothy grin when you’re standing side-by-side, right in front of the house, and he plugs in the displays.

the house erupts into a flurry of colors ― blues, reds, whites, greens ― too many for you to count. that LED wire reindeer comes to life, with its head slowly rising and falling. and the trees, all laced with bulbs that mimic stars more than tacky lights from Home Depot, twinkle and dance to the displays around them. it’s beautiful. (and like him, a little obnoxious.)

you feel an arm wrap around your shoulder, pulling you to Joseph’s enormous figure. though his smile is unwavering, his gaze isn’t on the house in front of you. no, it’s on you yourself. for all the sweat and effort you both put into this, his attention still falls back to you. ↳ “haha! there you have it. you have a real knack for this, kiddo. couldn’t’ve done it without you. ...now let’s go back inside, I can’t feel my damn fingers...!” 

muhammad avdol.

Avdol’s favorite holiday tradition is drinking hot chocolate.

though he doesn’t celebrate Christmas, Avdol enjoys the traditions that come with it for you. his personal favorite is drinking something hot after a long day. Cairo may be in the desert, but it still gets quite chilly at night!

he usually opts for tea in the evening (masala chai being his favorite), but he’s starting to warm up to hot chocolate. while American hot chocolate is far too sweet for him, a pinch of cayenne pepper and a little cinnamon makes it more tolerable.

it’s become something of a challenge to get him to drink hot chocolate. it’s not his first choice. sure, he’ll still drink it if you offer, but you’re quick to notice that small grimace as he takes his first sip. you’ve taken it as a sign to make something delicious for him. so you go back to the basics: cayenne and cinnamon. considering Avdol’s distaste for overly sweet foods, you opt to make the beverage out of semi-sweet chocolate. mix it all together with some warm milk, add a cinnamon stick and some nutmeg at the top, and you’ve got the key to Avdol’s heart.

you place it proudly in front of him. this has to be it. you know him well enough to recognize his tastes. yet when he rests his mug against his lips, taking that first sip... you can’t read him. his features are still. 

truth be told, it’s exactly the kind of drink he’d love. damn. you nailed his tastes a little too well. but he's not going to admit defeat. seeing you try so hard to impress him in a desperate attempt to share your culture with him... it’s heartwarming. he doesn’t want it to end. so he sends you a click of his tongue, a sly grin, and the shake of his head. ↳ “it tastes much better, but I think something is missing... why don’t we try to find it together?”

jotaro kujo.

Jotaro’s favorite holiday tradition is eating Christmas cake.

Christmas cake is just a strawberry shortcake. it’s a simple dessert, something that most Japanese families eat around the holidays. Holly’s become a master at baking it. and while Jotaro doesn’t have much of a sweet tooth, he loves Christmas cake.

the only thing he loves more than Christmas cake is his family, though he’d never admit it outwardly. he has a lot of fond memories of eating Christmas cake right after dinner. sometimes if he behaved well enough Holly would sneak him a slice before then. even now he gets a warm feeling seeing all his favorite people together, sharing the fruits of Holly’s kitchen labors.

and because he’s dating you, you’re one of those people, too. the invite is casual; he makes it sound like you can come if you have nothing better to do. so of course you come. you show up at his house, smile in tow, eager to celebrate with him and his own family. (but let’s be real, Holly has adopted you as one of her own ― his family is as much as yours now.)

that same warm feeling creeps up on him as he watches you and Holly bake the cake. you look so happy here, so natural, as if you were always meant to be a part of this household. he won’t smile back at you. no, if you catch him staring, he’ll just dip his head and turn away. you know by now that he’s happy too, however.

when it comes time to eat, Jotaro won’t say anything. he’ll let his mom, Joseph, and Suzie Q do their little pre-feast speech, rambling some bullshit about tradition and midnight Mass. but when he looks back at you, standing there at his side, that warm feeling bubbles in his stomach once more. you belong here. this is where you’re meant to be: right here, with him, placed so perfectly within his own family. ↳ “hey. you know you can come back whenever. being surrounded by all this noise is actually tolerable when you’re here.”

noriaki kakyoin.

Kakyoin’s favorite holiday tradition is exchanging presents.

though his family isn’t Christian, Kakyoin fondly remembers his parents exchanging presents every year. small things, tiny trinkets and letters to express their love for one another. as such, he’s always wanted to celebrate it with someone special. he’d be lying if he said he hasn’t romanticized the holiday.

as such, he’s beyond excited to celebrate it with you. he tries to keep his cool about the whole affair, but his eyes are bright and he refuses to let go of your hand as he pulls you through the streets of Tokyo.

the city is decked out in all sorts of light displays, from hanging icicles to flashy LEDs. mascots line the streets delivering candy canes with advertisements for local restaurants. the smell of chocolate is evident throughout every street you turn on.

but the city is only part of it. a big part of the date, yes, but Kakyoin has the finale all planned out. he brings you to a shrine outside of the hustle and bustle. it’s a bit of a hike and it’s dimly lit, though you figure that’s why no one else is up here. he sits you down on a short bench, short enough for you to be sitting shoulder to shoulder, gazing down at the city below. that’s when he gives it to you:

it’s a small gold box wrapped with a red ribbon. fancy, you think to yourself. with his teasing you to just open it, though, you get to work pulling apart the red ribbon. you’re not sure what to expect. Kakyoin’s not one for brands, nor does he like anything flashy himself. had he gotten you something like that...? yet when you open the box, what stares back is a cassette tape. of course. he’s far more thoughtful than you gave him credit for. ↳ “clichéd, I know. but every time I hear any of these songs, all I can think of is you. I can, ah... I can play it for you when we get back.”

jean pierre polnareff.

Polnareff’s favorite holiday tradition is shopping for presents.

shopping for presents is a melancholy activity. it was a tradition he had with Sherry, to go about the nearest market and pick out the best gifts for their family and friends. she’s been gone for a while now. even still, it hurts all the same.

he’s beyond thankful that he has you. you don’t try to get him to forget about her, but you also don’t let him to wallow in self-pity. you honor her memory, letting him reminisce about better times. likewise, you’re more than happy to accompany him on his shopping trip.

Polnareff is quiet for most of the trip. it’s uncharacteristic of him, and if you’re being honest, a little uncomfortable. though you know he’s doing his best to focus. you can tell from the way his gloved fingers stay laced with yours, his grip tightening just the slightest to remind you that he’s still present. 

you try to cheer him up by getting a spiced wine and offering to share with him. and. jesus christ. his eyes just light up. it’s that cute, couple-y shit that he loves and you did it for him like it was nothing. from then on, Polnareff is a little less mopey. more lighthearted. the Polnareff you know and so deeply love, back at it with his high-spirited self.

he stops you when it’s time to return home. shopping bags rest in his grip, with the faintest tint of red on his upper lip from all the wine. you’re pretty exhausted ― both from shopping and trying to keep him happy ― and he knows this, yet he stops you nonetheless. it’s a quick affair, where he puts a simple, glass heart ornament in your palm, the date written in silvery letters. oh? he must have gotten it when you weren’t looking. ↳ “you’ve helped me a lot today. you know that, vérité? I just... want to remember this day forever.”

[heyheydidjaknow]

I may or may not have fucked up the, “Lets not do angst for Valentine’s day, ” thing. Please, somebody, send me something that might be considered fun, because giving me any sort of creative freedom, apparently, leads to this junk. As little as I actually want to write angst, it keeps happening. Also, yes, it’s first person. Thought it would fit this particular story better.

Valentines Day One-Shot 1

Donnie x Reader

She sat down on my lap, arms wrapping gently around my neck as she nestled her face into the crook of my neck. Her legs wrapped around me as she pressed herself against my chest, breathing a soft breeze in my ear. “Hey,” she mumbled softly. “Sup?”

It was still strange to me. Not bad. Extraordinary, almost, that she could find something like me comforting enough to hold this close, so close that I could feel her heartbeat against mine. Her voice was a song in it of itself, her eyes blindingly gorgeous, her lips…

“Nothing much.” I wrapped my arms around her waist, leaning back on my bed as she clung onto me like I was life itself.

“Cool, cool.” Her body relaxed against me as I ran my fingers through her hair softly. She traced the indentations of my shell almost absentmindedly. “Glad to hear it.”

There was something oddly domestic about all this, her curling into me as we chit-chatted. After all that had been happening over the past few months, both of us were welcome to this kind of normalcy. It felt safe.

“Don’t take this the wrong way,” I smiled softly, “but you aren’t usually this clingy. Is something up?”

She slid farther down my body, crossing her forearms and resting her chin on the barrier. “Missed you is all,” she sighed. “Am I allowed?”

‘Missed me. She missed me.’ I felt my heart melt. “Encouraged, actually.”

She pursed her lips, suppressing a laugh. “Did you miss me?” She slid back up, placing her hands on either side of my head as she hovered over me.

I grinned, leaning up and pressing my lips against hers. I felt her smile as she cupped my face in her hands, pulling herself closer to me. I pushed myself upright, leaning back against the wall as she straddled me properly, moving her hands to the back of my neck as she tugged gently at my lips. Her chap stick tasted of strawberries.

She pulled back, placing her hands on my thighs as she leaned back. Her face was flushed a gorgeous pink, her chest rising and falling gently. She cleared her throat, running her tongue deliciously across her lips. “I’ll take that as a yes,” she giggled. “Jeez, you were never this forward before.”

“Wasn’t I?” I fiddled with her jacket absentmindedly. “Right now, I don’t remember.”

She shook her head. “You wanted to be?” She placed her hands over mine. “I wouldn’t have guessed.”

I paused. ‘She feels so real.’ “Was I not passionate enough before? Be honest.”

“Hm?” Her eyes widened. “Oh, shit, I didn’t mean it like that.” Her face flushed darker. “I just thought it was cool, you know? I didn’t mean it as an insult.”

I slipped my hands under her jacket. “I didn’t take it as one,” I sighed. “Just wonderin’ is all.”

She leaned forward, placing her chin back on my chest. “I think you were a pretty damn good boyfriend to me, personally.” She shrugged. “I mean, I feel like I made my opinion on the matter very clear.”

I smiled ruefully. “You did, huh?”

“I mean, I hope I did.” She closed her eyes. “I wanted you to be happy, after all.” She brought her arms up and under her head. “Obviously, I didn’t do the best job in the world, but I think I did alright.”

“Personally?” I twirled a lock of her hair around my finger. “I think you did an excellent job.”

“Really?” She sounded almost confused by the statement. “But you’re sad because of me. I didn’t do my job right.”

I rolled my eyes, smiling. “When did I ever make it your job to think about whether I’m happy?”

“When you asked me to be your girlfriend.” She looked back up at me with her gorgeous eyes. “That’s when I considered it official, anyhow.”

“It was never your job.” I ran my tongue along the back of my teeth. “Not your job to protect me or the others, either. What’s the point in knowing how to swing a stick really hard if not to be able to protect myself?”

She laughed. “Please,” she scoffed. “You need protecting more than I do.”

“Do not,” I grumbled.

“Do too.” She reached up, gently tapping the space between my eyes. “Have you seen what’s happened since I left?”

I wrapped my fingers around her wrist, pulling it to my mouth and kissing it softly. “I think we’re doing pretty well on our own.”

“Sure.” I felt her heartbeat speed up. “You look totally fine.”

“This is the exception, not the standard.” I closed my eyes. “I think I deserve to indulge in you for a while. Splinter and Leo do it all the time with Karai.”

“But it’s not healthy.”

A lump rose in my throat as I held her closer. “I know.” I cleared my throat. “In my defense, it’s not the same.”

She placed her other hand on my face. “Liar,” she cooed. “It’s exactly the same.” I felt her shrug. “’ Course, I’m the queen of escapism, so I’m hardly one to judge.”

“Not that.” I kissed her hand, holding both her wrists and pulling them from my face. “I mean you.”

She looked up at me, blinked. “Huh?”

“You aren’t the same as the girl I was dating.” I ran my thumb over the radiuses in each of her wrists. “You don’t smell quite the same, or taste exactly like her, or feel quite like her.”

She sighed. “Always the observant one.” She pursed her lips. “Do I look the same?”

I nodded. “You look just like you did.”

“I’m surprised.”

I shrugged. “Your phone had a lot of photos of us. One video, too; you sound just like you did.”

“Speaking of smell,” she glanced at my sleeve, “are you planning on washing that thing any time soon?”

I shake my head.

“Why?”

I hesitate. “It’s all I have left of you. I’m scared to.”

“See, that’s just blatantly not true.” She did not try to get my hands off her. “You have my phone.”

“You know what I mean.” I break eye contact. “This is the only physical thing I have of yours.”

“It’s still morbid.” She stuck her tongue out at me. “And I was wearing it for a long time. It certainly could use some TLC.”

‘I should have asked what that stood for when we were back home.’ “But it smells a little like you, and I don’t want to wash the smell out.”

“Dude, I’m not going to haunt you across time over a stupid jacket.” She rolled her eyes at my care. “It’s not even a good jacket; it’s from my middle school.”

“It’s not that I think you’ll hate me for it,” I repeated. “It’s just that it’s a little piece of you and I want that little piece of you to stay the same as it was before we left.”

“Before I died,” she corrected matter-of-factly. “You want it to stay the same as it did before I died.”

“But you’re not dead,” I countered. “If you were, then why would I care so much about getting back home?”

“What,” she teased, “are you saving the world not just out of the goodness of your heart?”

“No amount of goodness,” I sigh, “is worth living out in space over. We just want to get back home.”

“Is it not an adventure?” She rolled over, back against my chest as she looked back at me. “Hanging with one of the universe’s greatest minds must be cool.”

“Sure,” I concede, “but I’d rather be back on Earth with you.”

She whistled. “You keep talkin’ like that,” she warned cheekily, “and I might start getting the idea you like me or something.”

“We wouldn’t want that, now would we?”

She sat up slowly. “I wish we could stay like that for longer,” she sighed, “but you’re on deck in a couple minutes.” She stretched her hands above her head. She paused. “I’m not going to encourage false hope,” she started, “but, if we ever get to see one another in the proper flesh, treat me right, okay? You’ll have to give me the rundown when you see me again.”

I followed suit as she climbed off me, rubbing my face with my hand. “I will,” I promise. “It’s not going to be an if, alright?”

She paused. She looked back at me, smiled. “You know something, Donnie?” She smiled softly. “You’re really fuckin awesome.

I felt my face heat up. “Thanks.”

She turned to face me properly. “See you later.” She waved, the scene dissolving around me.

I got to my feet, walking to the door.

“It’s going to be a matter of when.” I felt my hand grip around her jacket. “I promise. I’ll make this right.”

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[astxroiid]

A Teaching Moment

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Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Neville Longbottom x Reader

Word Count: 1,694

Warnings: Swearing, that’s it I think...

Summary: Neville finds you having trouble with his favorite subject. He helps you figure spen things out and you, in turn, help him with his worst subject. Things might get a little hectic when the spell goes slightly wrong.

Author’s Note: I hope you guys like this! I wrote it way faster than I’ve ever written anything! Also, coming up with a title for this was a pain in the ass.

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You’re deep in thought when the door to the greenhouse opens and a tall, awkward boy steps in. He’s slightly surprised to see anyone in here, usually no one cares enough about Herbology or plants in general to stay longer than Professor Sprout makes them.

He clears his throat. “Hey, Y/N, what’re you doing here?”

You nearly jump out of your skin at the sound of his voice.

“Jesus, Neville,” you place a hand over your heart. “You scared the shit out of me!” You laugh.

“I’m in here because I’m trying to figure out the difference between these damned plants. They look so similar and labeling the different parts is impossible… hey, you’re great with plants! Could you help me?”

He looks shocked that you’d actually want his help, but moves forward to help you nonetheless.

“Sure! I’d love to.”

He walks over you where you’re sitting and stands behind you while looking at the plants and your notes.

“Oh! This is easy! You’re just telling the difference between a Madrake and a Bobotuber and then label their parts?”

“Yes,” you nod and look down, feeling a little dumb that it’s apparently so easy.

“I- I didn’t mean it like that! It’s just- plant type things come easy to me. I’m sure there’s something your really good at that I can’t understand. Like charms...” he mumbles the last part.

You look up at him. “I actually am pretty good at charms. If you need help with one of the spells I could help you? As sort of a pay back for you helping me!” You’re excited.

He smiles at you and nods. “I do need help with the Accio charm for Professor Flitwick’s test next Friday.”

“Oh, I’ve got that down pat! I can totally help you with that!”

“Thank you,” his smile is wholesome and makes your stomach flutter with butterflies in a way you’ve never felt before.

“You’re welcome! Anyway, the only part I can get right it the Anthers on both, but that’s because they’re identical,” you turn around to the table you’re working at, shifting your weight from one foot to the other.

Neville leans over you, placing a hand beside you on the countertop. Half-trapping you on one side.

Your face heats at the close proximity to him. You try your best to focus on the task at hand.

—

“Ok so this is the Bobotuber... and this is the Mandrake?” You ask after a few minutes of Neville helping you.

“Yes! You got it! Okay which one has the green spots?”

“Uh, the Mandrake?” You turn your head to look at his face.

“No, it’s actually the Bobotuber. You see, here,” he points at your notes with the hand not propped on the counter - now trapping you in between him and the table top. Not that you mind.

Actually it’s the opposite of minding for you. Your face heats up once again and you try so hard to focus on the plants but start to fail.

“The Mandrake has little leaves and flower petals, but here,” he moves his hand and has you in almost a hug, making it near impossible for you to pay attention. “The Bobotuber looks like a cactus.”

“Oh, yeah. I think I get it now. So, Mandrake has flowers - Bobotuber has green dots?” You ask, looking at him and hoping he doesn’t notice your red cheeks.

“Yes! You’re really getting there! You’ll have this in no time,” he smiles and your heart melts into nothing.

—

After you seem to know all about both plants - and they’re uses - Neville decides that you’ve got it. He seems so genuinely delighted that you understand this - that it makes you even more happy that you’ve made him happy.

He looks down at his watch and gasps. “It’s supper time! We need to go!” He helps you grab your books as you head to the Great Hall.

You sit together and talk about random things, getting to know each other a little bit more.

You decide that you’ll teach him the Accio charm tomorrow after breakfast since it’ll be Sunday and you’ll have all day again to practice.

He walks you back to the Gryffindor common room and says goodnight, blushing and being adorable the whole time.

You wake up and get ready for your little ‘study-date’ with Neville as Hermione and Lavander had called it last night when you told them.

You decided to go more casual in your outfit but add a little accessorizing that you think Neville will definitely appreciate - hopefully love.

You wear a pair of black skinny jeans with a light, pastel pink shirt. Some regular tennis shoes and a headband with faux flowers pasted all over it.

You admire yourself in the mirror in your bedroom before leaving.

When you make it to breakfast, you see Neville has saved a seat for you beside him. You smile at the small gesture and sit by him.

“Morning, Y/N. How’s you sleep?” He smiles back and takes a bite of his bacon.

“Good morning, Nev. I slept well, thank you,” You take a sip of the orange juice infront of you. He don’t notice the pink that creeps up Neville’s neck and cheeks at the name you call him.

“How about you? How’d you sleep?”

“Not that good, actually. Ron was snoring.”

You give him a sympathetic look while buttering a piece of toast.

“Then he had another nightmare about giant spiders chasing him, so he woke up screaming,” he frowns into his coffe as you giggle.

“Giant spiders?”

“Yeah,” he laughs as well. “It’s so specific a dream, I wonder what that means for him.”

You eat your breakfast and continue talking comfortably.

—

Once you’ve both eaten, you head out to a more secluded area on outside in the castle grounds. Since Neville usually prefers to be alone, he knows exactly where to take you.

It’s this little open patch on the edge of the woods next to the Great Lake. It’s beautiful and the small spring breeze helps enhance the feelings of peace.

“How’d you know about this spot?” You ask, looking around while he watches you with adoration on his eyes.

“This one time in fourth year, when Harry wasn’t speaking to Ron, he asked me to come walk with. I believe that he just wanted to get away and walked in some reandom direction until we made it here,” he explained while setting his bag down against a tree.

“I remember that,” you say thoughtfully. “Not you two finding this place, but the Great Harry-Ron Fight of Fourth Year,” you laugh.

He laughs along with you as you pull out a blanket form your bag and flatten it out on the ground.

“What’s up with that?” He inquired.

“Well, we aren’t going to be practicing this spell all day, are we?” You smile at him. “I was thinking at some point, instead of having lunch indoors, we could have a sort of picnic? I got food and everything.”

“So that’s where you went before we came out here?”

“Yes,” you say proudly.

—

Helping Neville with this charm was a task. He seemed to keep getting distracted. And you kept telling him to focus while he said the incantation, but right before he said it - he’d look at you and then the spell wouldn’t work.

“Accio!” Neville shouts. He’s obviously not focused enough, because all the box that you’d set up did was shake.

You sigh lightly. “Ok, here,” you walk over to him and place yourself against his side, grabbing his hand that’s curved wrong the wand.

He blushes at the contact but you don’t notice. You adjust his hand and make sure he’s pointing it right. Then, you place a hand on his back and he other on his chest.

He looks down, surprised. You guide his body to stand straight. “There. Now, when you say the incantation, make sure your focusing on what you want.”

He nods and you walk the short distance to stand beside the box again. You’d made sure it was just infront of him so it wouldn’t be so far of a travel. “Ok, now.”

He takes a deep breath and focuses on what he wants. “Accio!”

You fly forward so fast you don’t have time to register what’s happened. You crash into Neville’s chest, knocking him over as well.

You land on his chest, looking up at him, confused. Then you look back at where you came flying from.

Turns out, Neville Accio-ed a branch on the tree behind you that sent you forward when it detached.

He’s frozen in fear. Terrified that he hurt you somehow. You look back to him and laugh, getting him to laugh as well.

You place your hand on his chest, still giggling. “Well, I think you did it!” You smile. He returns the gesture.

You’re now hyper-aware of the position you’re in. Lauing on top of Neville with your hands on his chest and your legs straddling his hips.

Both your faces heat up. You go to get up but slip and land back on him. Hands on either side of his face.

You laugh again but stop short when your eyes wander to his lips. They look so soft and pink and you can’t help but lean down and kiss him.

It takes him a moment to realize what’s happening and there was a split second of fear that you’d messed up.

All of those fears wash away and you know you’ve most definitely not messed up when he kisses you back.

It feels amazing, kissing Neville Longbottom. He tastes of strawberries and coffee and anything you could ever want.

To him, you taste like mint and chocolates and it feels like heaven kissing you after all these years of bottled emotions.

A moment of bliss consumes you both and the world melts away and nothing matters but the two of you.

You pull away to breathe and grin wide at him. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” he says breathlessly.

“Me too.”

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Thank you for reading! Also, special thanks to those who requested this and gave me the motivation to keep writing! I hope it’s okay that I tagged you!

Thank you: @bravelittlesunflower , @bubblybubbubs .

[jay-and-dean]

Tennessee Whiskey

Dean x reader

Summary : The Mark of Cain is making Dean try to drown is demons, the truth is he’s drowning himself. But when a pretty girl offers him a drink, he wonders... Does he really need another whiskey ? So he gets home to the one that waits for him.

Warnings : Fluff, MoC Dean, mention of alcohol abuse, implied Smut.

Wordcount : about 1.5k

Note : This fic is inspired by Chris Stapleton’s song, Tennesse Whiskey.

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***Jay’s Masterlist***

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          You pushed the washing machine buttons, almost enjoying its purr in the silence of the bunker. Heavy, dreadful silence.

           Walking past Sam's room, you sighed, he didn't come home today like he said he might, and you knew he wouldn't tomorrow either, not until he found something. Something that seemed impossible to find.

           How interminable was those corridors really ? Why did the Men of Letters had to make everything so big ? You wrapped your arms around yourself like it could keep you from that freezing loneliness making you want to cry constantly.

           You checked the war room one last time, making sure the lights was on. Getting down those stairs drunk was enough of a challenge to add the darkness.

           He wouldn't come back before a few hours or in the morning. He would smell like whiskey and walk like a man that lost everything... And tomorrow, he would act like he didn't came close to coma the night before, and start drinking at noon.

           You sighed deeply, and decided that you would wait for him again, on that stupid chair all night, even if you had promised yourself you won't do that ever again.

           You opened your laptop and plugged the little speakers you took in every room you went since the Mark became worse. Just to fight that silence...

           Painful, deafening silence.

           But before you could chose what music to play, the door opened in a grating sound and he appeared on its frame. A warm smile appeared on his face the second he saw you were waiting again.

"Dean ?" you frowned, surprised to see him home so early and, from the way he was coming down those stairs, barely worse than tipsy.

"Hey Babygirl."

Maybe more than tipsy.

"Wasn't your evening fun ?" you asked as he was walking closer with a light smile on his face, and his eyes focused on you.

"It was very common" he answered, pouring himself another glass of whiskey. "There was this girl, with a tiny skirt looking at me from the other side of the room..."

A girl now, with a tiny skirt... You could totally see her in your mind, the skirt had to be denim, and she was probably touching her long brown hair with fake waves.

"Great" you just said, a little bitter.

What more could you come up with anyway ? You had done all you could those last few months. Helped him, patched him up, reassured him, looked for a cure, listened, forgave... You had let down your shyness to allow your love for him to shine in every one of your gesture thinking if it could help him though this, then that would just worth exposing your heart... But who were you, huh, compared to a very short dress and shiny hair girl ?

"She came to talk to me" he continued, that mysterious look on his face. "And offered me a drink ! A girl never offered me a drink before" a chuckle left his chest.

"A drink" you repeated, shrugging.

"I really don't need people to offer me drinks..." he muttered and before you could say anything, question him, he gave you a sad but sincere smile, making it obvious that he was remembering something. "But then... They played that song."

He got a step closer, his boot almost touching your chair, and offered you his hand.

           You looked up, unsure. Was he trying to show you something ? To take you somewhere ? His face didn't move, and his hopeful almost enthusiastic eyes convinced you to take his hand and get up. It was rare enough to see him with light on his face lately...

"This song..." his murmured, starting to hum. "It was about you."

"About me ?"

"Yes" he stated, gently wrapping his arms around your waist, careful not to touch you more than you would want to -you wanted everything really-. " 'Made me want to dance with you."

"So you drove home ?" you chuckled slightly, starting to like his kind mood.

"I did. I wish you could hear the song in my head."

You searched his face. He actually looked like a weight had been taken from his shoulders. His eyes were a little brighter and his words were warming the whole place.

           You let yourself enjoy the smell of his skin and the softness of that flannel you loved so much. Dean was close and he had his strong hands on your lower back ; suddenly, any memory of loneliness vanished.

"If you know some words, the title or singer, I could" you smiled, curious, looking at the speakers Sam got you for your birthday.

"I know the title and all" he nodded. "If you open one of your magic things where all the songs are."

You bended a little on your laptop and he only let go of you to type some words, focused, his neck inches away from your craving mouth.

"Loud please" he murmured with a satisfied nod as he seemed to find the song he was looking for.

You turned the speaker volume up and stood straight again to face him. His hand came to the back of your neck gently, fingers shy, encouraging you to put your head on his shoulder.

           The first deep very warm notes rocked you, and the drums matched your heart as you took a deep inhale of his beloved smell, barely believing how tender and intimate this moment was.

           Maybe he was a little drunk after all, maybe this gesture was purely friendly for him, maybe he was just torturing you... Or you were asleep on this hard table, having the best dream of your life. But you couldn't care less as you nuzzled your face close to him, wrapped by his big arms and the smooth heat of the guitar echoing everywhere, finally chasing that damn silence.

But when the deep and powerful voice of the singer invaded the room, the corridors, the entire bunker... Dean started to whisper the lyrics in your ear... And you couldn't help but hang yourself to his neck.

"I used to spend my nights out in a barroom, liquor was the only love I've known..." he whispered and Goosebumps went up your spine. "But you rescued me from reachin' for the bottom, and brought me back from being too far gone."

Tears filled your eyes, and his arms held you closer. His hips started swaying really slightly, because this was obviously more about being against one another than dancing.

"You're as smooth as Tennessee whiskey" his voice suddenly became a little more than a whisper. "You're as sweet as strawberry wine. You're as warm as a glass of brandy, and honey, I stay stoned on your love all the time..."

Your tears fell heavily on his shirt and your hands grasped the fabric in his back. His lips brushed your temple for a second before he continued murmuring the lyrics of your new favorite song against your burning skin.

"I've looked for love in all the same old places" he said more than he sang, putting another kiss close to your hair. "But when you poured out your heart I didn't waste it 'Cause there's nothing like your love to get me high."

You wanted to say a million words, finally having Dean holding you close to his heart, but the song was rocking you so good, the guitar strings were inside your core and your lips were sealed by emotions anyway.

           He kept swaying his clumsy hips slowly, his palms going down on your ass to crush you on him, making you feel his body begging for more of you. His lips went down from your temple to your jaw, never leaving your skin, in a brush that triggered a blaze in your veins.

"Dean..." you murmured in an exhale.

"I don't need anything out there to be stronger" he stated, kissing your neck. "I just need the woman that gives me the will to beat this at any cost."

You knew he could taste the salt of your tears in your neck.

           When he took a step, caging you between the map-table and his strong body, your arm went behind to lift your hips enough to sit on it. But in your rush, you hit his glass, making it fall and shatter on the floor.

"I'm sorry for your whiskey glass..." you started, immediately cut by his plumb sweet eager lips on yours.

"I don't care about whiskey" he assured you, grabbing your thighs to come between them. "I just want to be stoned on you."

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I used to go for jogs with Pyrrha.

Just around Beacon campus. I didn’t read much into it at the time. I really didn’t. I was mostly focused on getting enough oxygen and afterwards enough breakfast to read into how she probably wanted me to see her body in action. It wasn’t like I didn’t get to see her in action in Glynda’s class and our training sessions, but still. I didn’t look much into it. Or maybe she just wanted to spend time with me. Maybe...

With Ruby, jogging through the waterfalls of Mistral until we stopped to get smoothies and talk shop, it was kind of hard to miss how her body flowed. Maybe it was a speedster thing. Maybe I was more awake. Maybe I was less of a total moron. But it was an experience chasing her through the Mistrali gardens in her workout clothes. An experience. She looked damn good in that tight ‘T’ and boy shorts.

Eventually she took mercy on my tired soul and lungs at a place she must have looked up in her scroll to get blended fresh fruit. It was delicious after so long rationing everything.

“So that was fun.” She stretched breezily and in that moment I’d never, well 'hated' was a little strong, but I certainly never disliked her more as I wheezed for breath. I’d insisted that I have a weapon on me which meant my bastard sword was strapped to my back and had given my run asymmetry.

I took a long smooth drink of smoothy. She was so lucky she ordered me strawberry, pineapple, and vanilla. Plus she was damn cute. I suspected she knew it too.

“What did you and my uncle talk about over drinks? Must have been interesting to get you so stumbly.”

“I wasn’t stumbly.” I defended insistently.

“You were,” she teased. “You and him stumbled all over the place when you brought that new guy back.”

New guy. Like she wasn’t already chummy with Oscar Pine, better known as Ozpin. She shared her comics with the guy. I didn’t jealously suck on my straw at the thought. Well, he would never have what we have anyway. “Qrow and I talked about a way to get him some legs.”

“Oh really?”

“Unfortunately it probably involves doing some shady shit.” She kicked me for the swear. It was light, with the toe of her foot. More like she was grazing my shin than hitting me. It made me want to swear again more than anything else just to get her to touch me.

“I thought you wanted to avoid stuff like that.”

“I did but your uncle really needs a new pair of feet.”

She sighed at that. “You two are going to get along so well.”

“I appreciate what you did with him, by the way.”

She innocently cocked her head at me, the damsel. “What did I do?”

“You convinced him to teach me.”

“Well he did used to be a teacher.”

“Thanks Rubes. I really need it.”

“So you’ll be up for some fighting later?” She jabbed my stomach where she knew I was ticklish. “Up for a bit of one on one?”

“Oh you better believe I’d go one on one with you anytime.” I gave her a kiss to emphasize and she turned scarlet. She looked away, brushing her hair from her face and taking a long drink to calm down which only made me want to do it again.

So I did. I ran my tongue across her lips and into her mouth and she leaned into me in a really self-satisfying way. I pulled back a chair behind her and pushed her down into it. As I did, I pulled back and kissed her forehead. She giggled and flushed even more red, looking up at me with big silver eyes.

Fuck me.

Her sweat, light across her scalp tasted as sweet as my smoothy.

I licked my lips looking down at her. “Stop it.” She blushed. “I’m trying to focus. You’re not helping”

“Yeah well me too. You can’t just be there looking like-” Sex. She looked like sex. “Like really, really good and expect me to do nothing.” She made me remember that night in the woods where we shared our first ride. It was unforgettable, burned into my memory more than anything I’d ever experienced. I wanted it again. I was hungry for it again.

“Yeah well you need to tell me what you and my uncle are planning, still.” She must have heard it in my voice; maybe it turned more husky than I meant it to. I put the cold smoothy in my lap because the demure sound of her voice and her smell and taste was seriously driving me nuts.

Embrace the cold, little Jaune.

“I’m not sure yet. Probably some kind of drug run to be honest.”

“What kind of drugs.” Her eyes and nostrils narrowed and the demure sound was gone. I would kill to bring it back.

“Just greens, probably.” I lied, like a fucking liar. “About Ozpin…”

“You don’t trust him.”

Was I really that obvious? “No. No I don’t. I think he’ll get you, or Ren, or Nora killed. I think he’s hiding something, besides.”

She nodded along. “Well what about you?” What the fuck about me? “Besides what could he be hiding?”

“The truth. Whatever that may be. What do we actually know about Mother besides she’s evil?”

“Mother?” She wondered at me.

I frowned. “Mother?”

“I don’t know. You said it.”

“I meant Salem. Slip of the tongue. The point is we don’t know anything about either of them. Ozpin seems to have some sort of plan but I trust it about as much as I trust his last one.”

“His plan with Pyrrha.” She confirmed. I’d told her about the girl in the tube and when Qrow had spilled his guts about the maidens, I’d pieced what they had planned together. In reality I was still warming up to Qrow. At least he hadn't used Ruby as bait or something.

Pyrrha, though, was dead because of Ozpin. She was dead. My friend was dead.

Qrow had a perfectly good reason to not join up with us in his scouting and his semblance. “Well what about Lionheart?”

“I trust him even less.” If that was possible. “Hell, Ozpin doesn’t even trust Lionheart. You heard him. He’s disobeying Ozpin’s orders. Who knows what that means. How did Cinder and her allies slip past him? Cinder isn't exactly a normal student. Speaking of, I shouldn’t have been able to get past Ozpin either. I could have gotten somebody killed.”

“Well what was in your forgeries?”

I thought hard. And harder. And was coming up blank. “I have no idea. I can’t remember.” I scratched my head. “Must have been convincing or else after day one, I should have been out. It doesn’t make any sense. I was total garbage.”

She reached out and took my hand. “You weren’t garbage. Maybe he saw the potential in you.” She stroked my fingers.

I shook my head. “None of this is adding up.” I squeezed her hand back.

“You’ll be safe with what you do with my uncle, though, won’t you?”

“Of course. We’re heading out this evening to even see if we can work out a deal. You’ll see me back tonight. Tomorrow at the latest. And if you don’t you’ll at least hear from me.”

She anxiously slurped her smoothy to empty. Then she started to eye mine and I forked it over. She seriously burned twice as many calories as a normal person. If not more. She was a hungry little devil.

“I don’t like this.” She mumbled into her new drink.

“I figured you wouldn’t but what choice do we have? We need your uncle back to one hundred percent, regardless of Ozpin’s schemes.”

“If you need me I’ll be around finding the parts for Harbinger. Just a call away.”

I watched her drink in silence as she absorbed what I had told her. “About your uncle, does he know about us?” She shook her head and swallowed some smoothy. “Do you want him to?”

She thought about it for a moment. Then she shook her head. Then shrugged. When she finally pulled the straw from her mouth she said “If he finds out, that’s fine. I don’t want us to be a secret or anything. And it’s not like I’m embarrassed by you. He just gets a little overprotective. I’d like him to get to know you a little better, if possible. He does seem to like you but...If he finds out he finds out, I guess.”

I nodded. Hey, it was her decision.

When she finally stood up from our table I followed suite without hesitation. “Come on,” she said, “Ren and Nora should be up. We can get some practice in before you head off.” I groaned because I knew she was going to make me run again but she flashed me a million watt smile and I felt my load lighten. Her eyes flicked down to my pants then back up to my eyes knowingly. “Plus if we make it back fast enough we can, well, there’s only one shower. We may have to share.”

The little devil.

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[johannstutt413]

(requested by calligomiles)

“Hey, General, can you try something for me?” Gummy came home one day with a box from the kitchen. “My friend made a cake, and it’s really good, so I brought you a piece.”

“Huh. Thanks, Rada.” Zima took the box and the fork the chef provided and popped it open. Inside was a rather...strange-looking slice of cake. The form itself was essentially perfect - two layers of cake with some strawberry jam or something like it gluing them together and evenly frosted along the outside - but the deep shade of purple on everything was rather disorienting. What flavors were the components supposed to be? Were the black flecks in the cake itself fruit or chocolate? Nothing in Ursus, or even Rhodes Island, looked like this…

Still, she knew better than to take appearances at face value, and if her gourmand friend thought it was good, who was she to refuse trying it? Sonya stabbed into it, pulled off the front corner, and took the bi- WHOA. “Your friend made this?” She asked, coping with the rapturous delight with her usual composure.

“Yeah! Do you like it?” Gummy came back from putting away her vaul- shield and fighting pan, but as soon as she did, she knew the answer. “I’ve watched her cook, and I don’t know how she does it. It’s like nothing else, right?”

“...I want to meet her. Who is she?”

Rada smiled, but it was rather strained. “Um, well, I think you’ve probably heard of her...Blue Poison, the Sniper?”

“The toxicologist?” Zima looked at the fork in her hand and swallowed. Hard. “She bakes?”

“Yeah, and she’s really sweet as a person, too. I don’t get why people are so scared of her...well, I guess there’s rumors that go around, but they aren’t true.”

The general thought about what she’d heard, for the first time from a critical perspective - that her saliva was a critical component in her darts’ poison, that she coated anything she touched in toxins that could kill a person in moments, that she asked people to touch her so she could eliminate her competition and finally be with the Doctor...and realized just how much bullshit she’d accidentally swallowed without thinking about it. “They couldn’t be, and even if they were, I’m sure the baking takes care of any lingering toxins. I want you to introduce us - invite her over for dinner or something before the end of the week.”

“Yes, General!” Rada’s smile brightened; she loved when she got orders she was going to act on anyway. “If she’s free tomorrow, would that be too soon?”

“No, if she’s free, that should be fine. Thank you, Rada.”

The chef saluted her. “Конечно, товарищ генерал!”

“...Is this whole slice for me?” Zima looked at the rest of it, wondering if Anna or Rosalind might want some. “There’s enough to split.”

“As you wish, General! I’ll go ask them.” With that, Gummy went off, leaving Sonya to her thoughts...and another bite of the cake. It was given to her first, after all.

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Blue Poison sighed, watching the dessert table with the normal degree of disappointment. Usually, only two or three portions were taken from her contributions - those being the Doctor’s, Gummy’s, and Glaucus’ - which meant she often had leftovers, and it always made her dream of the days her cakes barely lasted half an hour after she made them. One of a few things she missed from home, if she was honest, but there was no point in thinking of going back there…

There was a tap on her shoulder, and she jumped. “Oh, Gummy. Sorry, I was just...thinking. Do you need something?”

“I took a piece of your cake to my friends like I said, and they all loved it! Leto and Istina had to go on a mission, but the General and I were wondering if you’d like to eat dinner with us tonight. I’m making waffles!”

“Waffles for dinner?” The Anura smiled; Gummy had a way of making that happen. “That sounds delightful. What time are you expecting me?”

She shrugged. “I’ll start cooking 1800ish? But really any time after work is fine; if you come earlier, it’s just more time for us to hang out!”

“I think I’ll head over after I change out of this...Have I met ‘the General’ before?”

“I don’t think so.” The Ursus replied. “I’m pretty sure she’d remember meeting you.”

Blue raised an eyebrow. “You think so?”

“You remind me of her favorite UFC fighter, so I think you’d stick in her mind pretty easily. Oh, actually, I also came back here for some scones. Gotta run, talk to you tonight!” And there she went.

“Hmm...Dinner with Gummy and her friend.” The Anura looked at her muffin tin before nodding to herself. “I know just what to bring.”

A few hours later, after helping with dinner and heading to her room for a change of clothes, Blue Poison found the USSGG’s suite and knocked. A bright Ursan voice called from beyond it, “I’ll be right there!” Sure enough, Rada was less than a minute later. “Hi, Blue! I’m glad you showed up sooner rather than later~”

“It’s been awhile since someone’s invited me somewhere, so I got kind of excited. Is your General-”

“Hey, Rada, is she-” Zima emerged from the back room, already in her pajamas, and standing in the doorway across from her was one of the most beautiful women she’d ever seen. “...Evening.”

Blue waved with her fingers, as there was a tray of cupcakes in her arms. “Good evening. I hope I’m not overdressed.”

“Oh, it’s fine! The General doesn’t really have anything else that’s really casual-”

“Rada, could you take the cupcakes to the table for her?” Sonya, in spite of herself, was blushing from the combination of awe and embarrassment. “Do you want something to drink, Miss Blue?”

She nodded. “Water will be fine, General.”

“You can call me Sonya; I’ve told Rada she doesn’t have to call me that anymore, but she insists.”

“You’ll always be my General, General!” Gummy sing-songed. “I’ll get the drinks; feel free to sit anywhere, Blue!”

After standing awkwardly for a moment, the Anura sat on the couch. “Thank you. My friends called me Azure back home, if we’re using first names here.”

“Azure, huh? That’s a pretty...cool name.” For some reason, Zima found herself leaning into the tough girl persona she’d perfected in her school days. Maybe once dinner started, she could let it drop.

“Thank you.” Now they were both blushing. “Sonya is, too. Gum- Rada said you liked my cake?”

Thank God, something to talk about. “I’ve never had something so sweet that tasted so natural. Most of the desserts we had back home were just fruit, but chocolate and strawberry together was something I’ve never tried. I’m glad you brought more with you.”

“Guests usually made dessert for the evening where I’m from. It’s how I learned to bake as well as I did.”

“I imagine so,” she agreed. “You seem like someone who’d have a lot of friends.”

Azure sighed. “I did, but...some things happened.”

“Ah...” Shit, she’d made it awkward.

“I have water!” Gummy emerged from the kitchen with glasses for each of them. “Oh, and something a bit stronger, too, just in case!”

The general blinked. “Rada, isn’t that the vodka Natalya got you for your birthday?”

“Yep! I thought tonight was as good a night as any to try it, don’t you think?”

“Vodka?” The Anura looked from one Ursus to the other. “That’s a popular Ursan alcohol, yes? I’ve never tried it before.”

The chef set the tray she was holding down, opened the bottle, and poured each of them a shot. “Yep! It doesn’t do a lot for us, but apparently other people think it’s really strong!”

“Interesting...Cheers.” They clinked shot glasses, and Blue drank it like a normal drink - which meant she very quickly started coughing.

“Are you okay, Azure?” The name really did roll off her tongue...hmm. Come to think of it, didn’t Anura have- No, brain, not the time to think about that. “The idea is to get it as far back into your throat as possible so it burns less.”

She nodded, downing half a cup of water soon after. “Guh~ I’ll know for the next one.”

“You want another?” Gummy cocked her head, already filling another round.

“I do.” Azure lightly slapped her face on both sides. “But only one more.”

Clink! Round 2 went down much better, although she immediately felt it as Rada went back to the kitchen to start cooking. Zima noticed when she picked up her water and was visibly shaking. “Feeling okay?”

“Mmhmm. Just a little woozy...”

“Alright. Let me know if that changes.” The general stretched her arms above her head and yawned. “So uh...” Damn, what to talk about?

Blue was already two steps ahead, apparently. “Gummy told me that I look like your favorite fighter. ‘Zat true?”

“She said that? I don’t think so; your hair’s similar, but outside of that, not seeing a resemblance.”

“Aww.” The Anura pouted. “That’s a shame. I thought you’d think I was cute.”

...Sonya only had one response to that. “I never said you weren’t; you just don’t look like Jolanta.”

“So you think I’m cute?” Azure leaned towards her, holding herself up with her arms and tilting her head to one side. It definitely looked like a frog poised to jump.

“Yeah?” Sticking to her guns. “I like your pigtails.”

She giggled. “Thanks~ You’re pretty cute, too.”

“Well, that’s a first.”

“Whaaaat?” As it turned out, Blue held alcohol about as well as a sponge as it’s being squeezed. “Your girlfriend hasn’t told you that before?”

Sonya shook her head. “She’s not my girlfriend.”

“Oh...Does that mean you’re single~”

“I’m not dating anyone.” The Anura hopped towards her. “Azure, what are you doing?”

More giggling. “Your voice cracked.”

“Hey, do you guys want your waffles thick and fluffy or flat and crispy?”

“Flat!” Both called back in unison. Blue hopped forward again, now only a cushion away. “Just like us~”

Zima sighed. “Look, Azure, you seem nice and all, but I’ve known you like five minutes, so slow your roll.”

“You don’t like me?”

“What? No, I do, I just think this isn’t the way to start.” The Anura retreated, hopping backwards. “Azure...Come back.”

She did. “I just want a hug~ Is that too much?”

“No, a hug is fine.” The Ursus stood up, and Blue leaped to her feet and into her arms.

“Yay.” Azure rested her head against Sonya’s shoulder. “You didn’t ask if I was gonna poison you~”

Zima smirked. “I know that’s a bunch of bullshit.”

“You do?” Her arms settled a little lower along the general’s back.

“It’s obvious you wouldn’t.” One of the Ursus’ hands found its way to Blue’s hair. “You’re not the type to endanger your friends like that.”

Azure nodded. “I’m not...You’re so sweet, Sonya~”

“I’m just being honest with you.”

“Yeah, but...” A tear found its way to Zima’s shoulder. “I miss having friends to hug.”

The general patted the back of her head. “Well, you know where to find us. Rada’s a hugger, too.”

“Mmm. You’re willing to share?”

“I-” The approval caught in her throat. “I...hmm.”

Blue’s eyes, still a bit watery, lit up at the hesitation. “Is that a no?”

“...Maybe. You don’t mind, do you?” She smelled the way a candle called ‘birthday cake’ would, somehow.

“One’s enough for me.” The Anura pulled back to look her in the eye. “Sonya...”

The Ursus smiled back at her. “Yes, Azure?”

“Waffles are ready!” Gummy called from the kitchen.

“...I’ll tell you after dinner.” She poked her nose with a finger. “Shall we?”

Zima let go of the embrace, but immediately after doing so she took her hand and led her to the dining room, both smiling more brightly than they had since arriving at Rhodes Island.

[cupcakefoggy]

Absent - Grindelgradence

My pinning ceremony for my nursing school graduation was cancelled due to COVID, then the virtual one was also cancelled and I’m crushed. Figured I’d check in on my new OT3 and see if they’re handling disappointment any better than I would...

It’s a hot, messy August night and Credence doesn’t care, he’s so excited he could almost scream. He changes hastily in the bathroom at work, button-down shirt and crisp tie underneath his lab coat. This is the most important day of his life...well. After his wedding day, he thinks with a smile, touching the thin gold band on his left hand. He can’t wait for Gellert and Percy to see him right now.

There’s a reception before the actual ceremony. He waits by the punch bowl, texts them both three or four times. He blames New York traffic when he hasn’t yet caught sight of his husbands by the time the procession begins. The new students parade into the auditorium. Credence takes his place on stage. With the lights in his eyes, he can’t see if his partners have made it or not.

The ceremony begins. The students receive their coveted NYU patches on the shoulders of their lab coats and recite the Nightingale pledge by artificial candlelight.. He swears if he listens hard enough during the closing remarks he can hear Gellert’s low, rumbling laugh in the crowd, but no one comes to greet him after the ceremony. He waits, twenty minutes, thirty, forty. Every time the auditorium doors swing open or the reception hall door slams he looks up, but he never sees either one of them, and every time his heart breaks just a little more. His friends ply him with sympathy, offer to take him out with their families. 

No. He doesn’t want their families, he wants his. They have to be here. They promised they’d be here. He feels spoiled and mean for being disappointed right now, his heart hammering against his ribs, disappointment warring with self-disgust. You greedy little boy, his mother’s voice hisses in his head, a stark contrast to the fantasy of his husbands engulfing him in a hug before they take him to his favorite restaurant for a celebratory dinner.

The keynotes speaker, the head of the school of nursing, is last to leave; sees Credence standing there in his lab coat and patch, gently asks if he needs a ride. That’s when Credence gives up and decides it’s time to go home.

He takes the subway home, wondering the whole time how this happened. Percy is organized to the point of actual paranoia and Gellert never misses an opportunity to brag about him (and embarrass him) in public. How could they have forgotten? He looks down at the patch on his shoulder and he’s morbidly thankful for the New Yorker tendency to ignore anything that’s not your own personal business, because it means no one on the subway cares that he’s crying his eyes out. 

He remembers the day he came home with a flawless report card, must’ve been in fifth grade, and his mother burned it, telling him don’t take so much pride in worldly accomplishments. Is that, he wonders now, what they’re trying to tell him? Is this Gellert and Percy’s way of reminding him you’re not special, we’re done babying you, hundreds of thousands of kids your age go to nursing school, we’re not going to throw you a damn parade? He cries, hard but nearly silent, and soaks the sleeve of his lab coat drying his tears as he gets off the subway and walks the last few blocks to their apartment.

He gets home and finds that the lights are all off, save the tiny one over the stove in the kitchen...which is a mess, with dishes piled high in the sink, flour and sugar dusted over the counter, milk spilled on the floor. Credence’s heart melts when he sees the cake on the counter: two square tiers, frosted in NYU’s signature purple and white, a border of little sugar stethoscopes and red crosses surrounding the words Congratulations, Credence! written in Percy’s flawless cursive. He doesn’t have to smell or taste it to know it’s his favorite flavor, strawberry lemonade.

Disappointment turns to worry. They didn’t forget. Something is wrong, then, and Credence has a pretty good idea of what it is. He runs to the bedroom and finds the lights mostly off here, too. Gellert looks up when he enters the room. There’s a bundle of blankets lying beside him with its head in his lap. Gellert is slowly, gently stroking said blanket bundle and Credence doesn’t have to ask, but Gellert tells him anyway: “I’m so sorry, mein schatz. It was a really bad one this time...”

Credence doesn’t waste a minute. He shucks his lab coat, drops his bag to the floor and crawls up onto the bed on the other side of the blanket bundle and carefully rests a hand on the trembling back of it. "I’m here, Percy,” he says softly. “I’m right here. It’s okay. We’re all safe.”

The blanket-bundle only shakes harder, and Gellert joins in. “We’re both here now, whenever you’re ready to come out,” he tells Percy soothingly. It takes perhaps another half hour of gentle reassurance before Percy emerges from the blanket-bundle with red swollen eyes, and Credence feels his heart break all over again.

“I’m sorry,” is the first thing Percy says to him, followed by, “I made you a cake?” As if Credence requires an offering in order to grant benediction.

Credence lies down beside Percy, slides one arm under his neck and wraps the other around his waist, drawing him in close. “I saw the cake,” he says as he strokes Percy’s hair. “I love it. It’s perfect.”

Percy relaxes against him, hearing the unspoken I understand, I still love you in his words. On his other side Gellert lies down too, and wraps one arm around them both. He mouths flashback at Credence; Credence had long worked that out but he acknowledges it with a tiny nod.

“I’m sorry,” Percy says again, and his shoulders shake as he repeats, sounding as if someone is choking him, “I’m so fucking sorry, I lost time, I don’t know what happened. You must be so furious with me, sweetheart, I’m so--”

“Sh-h-h. It’s okay. You’re okay.” Credence holds him close, tucks Percy’s head under his chin; nothing soothes Percy more during a panic attack than being able to hear the sound of his husbands’ heartbeats. “You’re safe,” he tells Percy softly. Gellert snuggles up behind him, letting Percy feel that he is surrounded on all sides by people who would do anything for him. “Half the families didn’t even come,” he lies. “It wasn’t that big a deal. It’s not like graduation or anything.”

Gellert’s eyes meet his and Credence knows that Gellert, at least, knows he’s lying. But it doesn’t matter. Percy seems to take comfort in it, and that’s all he cares about. He knows Percy will want to make it up to him. Credence will let him. They’ll celebrate tomorrow, and any remaining traces of disappointment will be swept away like cake crumbs off the coffee table. But right now this isn’t about him, Credence thinks. Right now, Percy needs him.

Percy drifts to sleep in his arms and Gellert waits until then to ask him in a whisper, “Are you all right? Do we need to talk?” Credence shakes his head. The hurt has long disappeared. He knows they would have been there if they could. Percy can’t control what triggers his panic attacks or flashbacks any more than Credence can control what sets off his own anxiety, and he doesn’t break down like this very often. Something happened, and they’ll need to talk about that later, but right now all he cares about is that Percy is asleep, breathing slow and deep and even, and now Gellert is smiling at him, the pride shining through his eyes visible even in the dim light.

“You’re going to make such a fantastic nurse,” Gellert tells him, leaning across Percy’s sleeping form to drop a kiss on the temple of Credence’s head. He feels the place where Gellert’s lips touch his skin, feels Percy’s breath against his neck, and this, he thinks, is all he needs.

[ice-cream-nekogirl]

Lukewarm (Bakugou Katsuki X Reader)

THIS IS PURE FLUFF YA’LL~! This came to me one night when I actually just reheated some old pasta in my fridge and I thought ‘probably not an ideal thing to eat for dinner’ lol and so I used that as inspiration~!! 

Let’s face it, Bakugo wouldn’t settle for that kinda thing so... this story was born~! And featuring Taromaru from Gakkou Gurashi!!

Summary: Bakugo doesn’t think you eat good enough...

You gave a yawn as you just came back from outside to let Taromaru out to take care of business and then the first place you went to was the kitchen.

Dorm-life meant that you could have other people cook for you, so that was pretty awesome, but you still had freedom to cook yourself some food as well. Although you weren’t exactly much of a ‘cook’ at all, you knew how to boil noodles and pasta, and heat up sauce and other things. That was better than nothing right?

You thought so. And once you and your puppy were in the kitchen, you decided to feed him too since earlier before he’d been trying to drag you into the kitchen so you could give him some food. So you grabbed a bag of dog food that you had decided to bring and keep in one of the cabinets, along with a bowl that said ‘Taromaru’ on it and filled it up with chow.

Taromaru happily barked as he began chomping and crunching away at the puppy food as you couldn’t help but giggle. “My thoughts exactly boy.” You smiled as you decided to just help yourself to some leftovers of ‘lunch’ you made for yourself the other day, or rather, 2 days ago when you needed something to satisfy your cravings.

Pasta, still sauced up in the bowl just like you had left in the container. You shrugged your shoulders and deemed that your snack for the night since it wasn’t exactly yet let. 11 pm wasn’t that late right? You thought so as you put the container in the microwave to nuke it for about 1 minute or two.

Nice and hot, and it tasted mostly like it did the day you made it as you happily ate your food, not bad. Now you and Taromaru were both enjoying a late-night snack. However, you didn’t hear your phone vibrating on the side of the couch where you put it. Nor did you remember that Bakugo often liked to text you to remind you to ‘go to fucking bed’ since you didn’t have good sleeping habits. Or eating habits for that matter.

Ever since you and he started dating he was bit judgy but to your surprise, it wasn’t really mean, just his abrasive way of showing that he cared about you and wanted you to get healthier habits so you don’t fuck up your sleep schedule or gain extra unwanted weight.

You grew to adore Bakugo, he was a kinder boyfriend than he led on and he was definitely something you could hug and hold at night when it was cold. Although, you also had Taromaru to hug and cuddle with at night, so there were times where you naturally chose your puppy to cuddle with instead.

Bakugo still wasn’t very fond of Taromaru, especially when you and he started dating. That pup was always stealing your attention away from him and he still growled at him too because Taromaru wasn’t fond of Bakugo either. But that was mostly because Bakugo was loud and he yelled at him and you which the puppy didn’t like at all so he held a bit of a grudge against him for that.

“RUFF!�� Taromaru started growling as he stood in the room and got that angry stance as you perked up a bit, “Taromaru?”

“Who are you barking at mutt?” It was Bakugo, angrily sneering at the puppy who dared to challenge him as he barked at him before scampering backwards and then jumping on the couch to sit right next to you. But the blonde continued to glare at him, before he turned it to you and gave his own low growl.

“Didn’t you get my texts stupid?”

Your (E/C) eyes slightly widened as you reached over to get your phone and saw the unread texts, “Ah… sorry… I didn’t hear my phone even going off…” Wincing slightly you hoped he understood but then you saw him look at you with a slightly horrified look.

“What the fuck are you doing…?” Why did he sound so shocked and disgusted?

“Sitting… and uh… eating a midnight meal…?” You answered him very awkwardly since that WAS what you were doing but why did that shock you?

“And what the fuck is that…?” He pointed at that… dreck that he was referring to, even though you really didn’t see what the problem was. “Hot pasta from 2 days ago… well… actually it’s more lukewarm than anything but… still tastes good.” You still sounded awkward and got a little bit nervous because you could still feel his eyes on you.

You dared to look up and you could definitely see more disgust in his features, “Do you… want some?” Probably shouldn’t have asked him that as his eyebrow twitched a bit, “Hell no! Don’t eat that shit! It’s the worst thing for you at this hour! At least get something quality!” He started to fuss and make a rant about how you sometimes ate the worst things as you just pouted a little as you put another forkful of pasta in your mouth.

“Argh! Stop it! I’ll just cook you something better!” He couldn’t take it anymore, he wasn’t going to just let you eat that garbage and you couldn’t help but smile a little bit. Your boyfriend just wanted you to eat something that was actually good compared to just reheated noodles.

“It’s like 11 at night…” You muttered a little bit of logic to him, but he didn’t seem to care, “I don’t give a shit, my girl is NOT eating that kind of trash.” He replied to you coolly as you giggled a bit. “Okay well since it’s night-time, I’d like a crepe.”

“Sure!”

He sounded angry but he would make you the best damn crepe you’ve ever had in your life, because you were his girlfriend and you were only going to eat the best, quality food. “Arf!” And Taromaru happily barked at him for being nice enough to actually cook you something at this time of night.

Bakugo stared back at the dog when he heard him back, and the dog wasn’t growling at him, in fact he seemed to be happy? He couldn’t tell, it was a dog. “Arooo~.” Taromaru gave a low, sweet little bark though that made Bakugo scoff a bit. “Dumb dog…” He muttered as he just focused on starting to cook for you.

You were so going to gain extra weight but you didn’t care as you just ate up not one, but two deliciously made, piping hot crepes that your boyfriend so sweetly made for you with the right amount of crème and strawberries. “They’re so thin!!” You exclaimed through a mouthful of crepe as Bakugo just stared at you, beaming with pride as you ate up what he made just for you.

“Good.” He pretended that he didn’t care even though the smirk was clear that he was proud to give you something WORTH eating. “Thanks Katsuki! Ya know you really didn’t have to go through all the trouble…” Still you felt kind of bad that he did a lot of hard work and took time out of his schedule just to cook you something.

“There’s no way in HELL I’m letting you eat that kind of shit. As long as we’re dating, you’re eating good.” He said to you somewhat sternly as your cheeks warmed at this. Bakugo was a jerk, yes, but it was clear that he loved you, and dammit you loved him too. Who doesn’t love a man who can cook?

“Ahhh… now I think I can go to sleep…”

Once you were finished with your dessert you were resting peacefully on Bakugo’s bed, rubbing your stomach now with a pleased look on your face, much to Bakugo’s slight annoyance and amusement. “Good, you don’t sleep good either…” He uttered as you giggled a bit, and cuddled up to him at just how much he cared for you.

“I will tonight~.” And you said a little flirtatiously as he blushed furiously and rolled his eyes, but didn’t dare move away from you.

At least…

“Arf!” Taromaru jumped onto his bed, already walking his way over towards you and Bakugo, as you perked up and smiled, “Taromaru~!!” You beamed as Bakugo grunted and growled, “Hey! Dammit… you little…!” He nearly shouted but the puppy wasn’t deterred as he curled up in a little ball right at your feet and gave a small yawn.

“Awww~.” You cooed at how cute he was but Bakugo didn’t find him as cute, dammit he wanted to be alone with you tonight but of course that pup just HAD to follow you. “Just go to bed…” However, he knew Taromaru wasn’t going to leave so he just sighed in annoyance and plopped his head onto his pillow, and to his surprise you still cuddled up to him with a smile.

“Good night Katsuki~. Thanks for tonight~.” You tiredly but sweetly said to him before you rather quickly fell asleep and Bakugo couldn’t help but scoff and smirk as he put his arm around you.

“Yeah, yeah…”

[hubbie22]

tears ricochet part two

A/N: If you’d like to be tagged, please let me know! Thanks for reading.

“Well, where is she going to stay? I have more than enough room.” Freddie starts to talk about the late night wine fests, the sleepovers, and parties.

“What about one week with you, one week with Deaky and Veronica, and one week with us?” Brian says trying to come up with a compromise.

“We sound like divorced parents passing around our child.”

“Well, she can’t stay alone!” Brian seems frazzled as he always does. “Chrissie is adamant on that.”

“I think we all are, at least the six of us.” Deaky’s words cut Roger, cause he knows he’s excluded from this conversation.

“Where will you go?” It’s a legitimate question.

“You don’t have to worry about me, not anymore.” She says, as she holds Felix in her arms. He’s a happy baby, and he seems to like anything that gives him attention. And Liv hands it out to him in spades. This was the compromise, he did what she asked. He didn’t come alone, he came with Felix in tow. While that certainly wasn’t alone, it wasn’t what she meant. She wondered if Roger’s girlfriend knows he brought their son to see his ex. And if she knew, did she care? Or maybe she pitied Liv, that seemed to be the prevailing emotion she always recieved.

“Shouldn’t smoke with him in the room, Rog.” Liv scolds him, “And you shouldn’t worry about me.”

“Always worry ‘bout you.” He says as he takes a drag of his cigarette. It was preconditioned into the very fiber of his being to worry about her. Even if he tried to push it away, it always came flooding back.

Somehow Liv ended up with Freddie at Garden Lodge, at least until she was on her feet again. Or that was the promise they made to her.

“It’s like one big slumber party!” Freddie says pulling out silk robes from the Chanel bags. Freddie hands her a rose gold colored one, and he puts on a blood red one. The rose gold fabric pools around her feet, its luxurious.

“Freddie this is beautiful.” She says feeling the silk against her skin.

He looks at her with a playful light in his eyes, “All ways the best for us, dear.” It felt odd to be included in the word us, again. The last time she had been part of an us, was when the other part of it was Roger. She pushes him out of her head, he can’t occupy that space anymore. Just like he can’t occupy the other part of us in her life anymore.

“Manicure and pedicures this way!” Freddie says, he must sense her sadness. Because he tops her off with more wine, as she sinks her feet into the small tub of water.

They are in the middle of getting facials, being pampered for the tenth night in a row, “This really is a never ending slumber party.”

“What a great song idea!” He darts off with a blood red silk robe, leaving her alone with a multitude of cats. She picks up the orange tabby, who nestles into her embrace. She brings him up the stairs to the bedroom, and she can hear the pitter patter of little paws following her. She lays on the California king, looking up at the great white canopy above her. She can hear him singing from the other side of the house. It reminded her of the old times.when they were a penniless band, and not a household name.

“Like this!” Brian says as Roger bites back. “That’s not it! It’s slow!” They had been at the studio for the better part of 96 hours. Liv watched them, she hadn’t been spotted yet.

“I don’t like it!” Freddie says with a biting ferocity. “It’s so blasé!” They couldn’t achieve the correct sound for the song, and it was driving them mad. Which of course, lack of sleep didn’t aid in driving them mad either. But, she wouldn’t tell them that.

“I’m playing it how I always play it, Fred!” Brian seems to be cracking under the pressure, which is typical. She rolls her eyes, as she snaps a candid photo of Brian’s reaction.

“What do you think, Liv?” Deaky asks her.

She turns her head ready to answer, letting her camera fall against her chest as it was secured by a strap, only for Roger to answer for her. “Livie listens to only sad songs!” He goes on, “ She thinks the whole of it should be slow. For god sakes, she listens to sad American country music on repeat. If I hear that damn twang of “Your Cheatin Heart” one more time!”

“How dare you disrespect the late and great, Hank Williams, Rog.” She looks at him, “That man was a legend in a cowboy hat!”

Roger rolls his eyes, “All he does is stand there and sing sad country songs about his lost love in his country twang.”

“It’s called talent.”

“I know, I have it.” Roger says with a smirk on his face.

“What’s wrong with American country? What’s wrong with the sad songs they sing? I find it quite lovely, very telling of the human experience.” Brian asks, but he’s ignored.

She snorts, “Also, didn’t know your name was Liv, now?”

“ ‘S how I see it, just telling it how I see it.”

Hank Williams voice blares through the house, “Your Cheatin Heart” reverberates off the walls of Garden Lodge. Even those five years she spent comatose, did nothing to diminish her love for the American country star. Deaky chuckles at the thought, as she closes the front door.

“Liv?” Deaky shouts when the song dies down, and she yells from wherever she is. He walks to where the sound of voice came from. She’s dancing, her bare feet agaisnt the marble floor, to a sad country song. It’s a new one, George Jones if he’s not mistaken. A small smile is on his lips, as he noticed that Liv hasn’t changed. If anything it’s like she’s been frozen in time. She’s twirling around to the sounds of “He Stopped Loving Her Today,” in her white eyelet sundress. She hasn’t changed, it was like she was frozen in time. He had seen this scene at Liv and Rog’s flat and the Surrey Mansion. But the scenery around her changed, if this was five years earlier she would be dancing with Roger. But now, she danced with Freddie’s cats.

“Deaks!” She says clearly winded from her little dance party.

It causes Deaks to laugh, “Sorry to break up your dance party, but I was looking for Fred.”

She grimaces, “He’s with that evil bloke, Paul.” Liv and Paul didn’t like each other in 1975, and time didn’t faze that dislike from either parties. “Said he’d be back soon.” She answers his next question before he can even ask it.

He looks around, “Eaten yet?”

“No.”

“Come on, let’s get something.”

They end up at a little diner around the corner, one that they used to visit when Freddie only dreamed of owning Garden Lodge. She orders a burger and a strawberry milkshake, and he follows suit substituting the milkshake for chocolate.

“You haven’t changed, still blaring that horrendous country music.”

She rolls her eyes as she bites into her burger, “It reminds me of my dad.” Deaky didn’t know that, and he winces as she continues. “He was an American from the great state of Alabama,” She says the state with a fake southern drawl, “He came over here during the War. Survived that, and married the nurse that took care of him in the hospital.” She has a small smile that dies on her lips, “Only to die of cancer, when I was five.” She plays with the straw in her milkshake, “All I had of him were his Hank Williams records, kinda turned me into country music. We used to dance around the kitchen to it. I guess I found comfort in it. And I just never stopped finding comfort in it, makes me feel like he’s still here.”

“I’m sorry about your dad.”

She shrugs her shoulders, “It’s just another sad story in a long line of sad stories.”

The only sounds that can be heard is the chatter of the waitresses and the clinging of pots and pans.

“After your accident, we had some rocky times between the band. And I remember Roger would blare Hank Williams, when he was getting ready to go on stage.” Deaky looks at her, really looks at her and he sees how her eyes light up at the revelation. “Said it was his way of feeling like you were there, even when you weren’t.”

“Took my coma for him to appreciate my musical taste.” She deadpans. And the rest of the meal is spent in silence.

Her brows knitting in confusion, as they are walking back to to the Come to think of it those records at Freddie’s aren’t dad’s. I don’t even know where dad’s records are anymore. The last of dad just gone.”

The sounds of a country drawl lull him out of his sleep. He opens the door to his dressing room, head peaking out to find the source of the music. His feet take him to Roger’s dressing room. He opens the door to find what he least expected to find, Roger head in his hands as “I Saw the Light,” drifts off the cement block walls of the arena dressing rooms. Roger wasn’t a religious man, but Deaky knew this song wasn’t being played for religious purposes. It reminded Roger of someone, and with it the memories of her singing it. Those memories comforted him, when he couldn’t be at her beside. Maybe in a way, it was akin to a religious experience for him.

For two years, Hank Williams lulled him to sleep on couches across the world’s arenas. Until, that day when Roger decides to put it behind him. Deaky finds the Hank Williams records in the trash bin of the arena, he notices a pretty redhead knock on Roger’s dressing room door. Deaky takes the records from the trash, and he notices how old they are. And the intials etched on the cover OLH, it takes all of him not to march in Roger’s dressing room and drag him out by his hair. But, instead he takes the records with him. Closing the door to his dressing room, he slips the record out. He puts it on the player, when he walks to the couch he notices a note fell out the cover. He unfolds the note, finding a tear stained letter.

Dearest O,

I don’t want to write this, actually put it off until I could. But I can’t anymore. Soon, it’s just going to be just you and your mama. You have to be a big girl for your daddy, now. No tears, no fear, just be brave. I need you to be good for your mamma, she needs you. Do what she says, even if you don’t want too, which I know you never want to do what she says. I know you think she’s hard on you, she only is hard on you cause she loves you. And she just wants the best for you, she wants your life to be easier than ours was. Just remember everytime you listen to one of these Hank Williams albums, I’m right there with you. Singing along, while dancing around with kitchen with you. I’ll always be with you. I’ll be the wind that carries the leaves that dance around you in the fall, the sunshine that warms you up, I’ll be everywhere you are, where ever you are, there I’ll be. I love you, O. I’ll love you until the sea meets the sky.

Deaky folds the letter back up, placing it snuggly in the cover. The next thing he knows the phone is in his hand, and he’s waking Veronica up at 2 am to speak to his children. When they leave the arena the next hour, he put the records in his bags. He notices Roger has his sunglasses on, and his arm draped around the same redhead from earlier. And so begins the revolving door of groupies, until Roger meets a dark haired girl that reminds him of someone else.

“I have them.” Deaky says as they reach Garden Lodge.

“Why would you have them?”

He can’t tell her the truth, that Roger throw them away in some arena trash can in the States. So he covers it with a lie, he has to save her from the truth that Roger threw away the last of her dad so he could put her in the rearview mirror. “You let me borrow them before the accident.”

“Oh!” She still looks puzzled, knowing damn well she wouldn’t let anyone touch those records. But whatever Deaky isn’t telling her, she decides it best she doesn’t uncover it. “Can I have them back?”

“Of course, I was keeping them safe for you.” And that wasn’t a lie, it was a truth. Those records were locked in safe in his house, so the kids couldn’t destroy them.

The next day, Deaky is back with at Freddie’s with the records in hand. He notices Roger’s car is in the drive. He opens the front door to hear Liv laugh, and the sounds of a Felix stringing together some sound. He walks into the living room to find Roger and Freddie sitting in chair facing opposite each other, while Liv is on a pallet on the floor playing with Felix and Jimmy, Brian’s son. And the second Liv notices Deaky has arrived, her eyes zero in on what he’s holding. She leaves Felix laying on the pallet, but Jimmy is running after her. “Daddy’s records!” She sounds like a little girl. And as Deaky puts them in her hands, Roger’s eyes are as wide as saucers. Liv darts out of the living room, Jimmy hot in her heels, as she’s explaining to him about Hank Williams. The two year old is enamored with her, as she scoops him up. She’s running up the stairs to her room, focused on showing Jimmy the her dad’s records. Once Liv is out of earshot, Deaky decides it’s time to face the truth.

“Luckily I fished them out, knew she’d want them.” Deaky doesn’t skip a beat, as he situates himself on the couch. “Throwing out her dead dad’s records, that’s low.”

Freddie looks at Roger, “Was this during-”

“Yeah.” Roger interrupts him, as he bends down to pick up his son.

“He didn’t know what he was doing.” Freddie says defending Roger’s actions from three years ago. As if they could be defended, as if it was something so simple.

“Who didn’t know what they were doing?” Brian asks as he comes from the kitchen, three cups of tea in hand. He hands two cups to Freddie, one for him and one for Liv. He sits a cup beside Roger’s chair, and the other beside the spot he was occupying. He turns to Deaky, “Hello, John! Tea?” Deaky responds with a nod at Brian. Brian is back in a second, handing the cup to Deaky before taking a seat. Brian of course doesn’t let his question go, “Who didn’t know what they were doing?”

“Apparently Roger, didn’t know what he was doing when he threw away Liv’s dead dad’s records on tour in America.” Deaky’s words cut like a knife, and every word was meant to kill. “Of course Rog and Fred think it’s okay he did that, right?” Deaky looks at them, “Because of the cocaine?”

Brian looks at Roger, “What the fuck?!” Brian looks disgusted, “And you blame it on the drugs?”

“I went back for them the next day,” Roger looks like he’s on the verge of crying, “When I realized what I did-”

Freddie steps in, “He told me, after I punched him in the face. We went to the arena and turned every trash can inside out. But it was too late, they were gone.” Freddie is pleading, “We tried, Roger tried. He was just in a bad place.”

“And that makes it alright?” Deaky snorts.

“Please don’t tell her.” It’s all Roger can say, he can’t let her find that out. He can’t. And he knows Freddie won’t let it happen. Because Freddie was with him that night, when he smashed his drum set and destroyed everything in his hotel room.

“He won’t.” Freddie says finitely, turning to Deaky. “Will you, John?”

“No.” Deaky looks at Roger and Freddie. “But not because you asked me to, but because Liv doesn’t need you to break her heart a second time.” Deaky looks at Felix, “She can handle that fact that you moved on, that you settled down. She can be happy for you.” Deaky gulps his tea down. “But she won’t forgive you when she finds out, that you threw out something out of hers that was the last thing she had of her dad.”

“Thank you.” Roger says quietly. Freddie mouths a thank you to Deaky but he doesn’t say a word. And Brian seems like he is trying to process the information.

“You got it Jimmy!” Liv has the record player in her hands, and Jimmy is carrying the records. She sets up the record player in the hallway. She puts on the record, and Hank Williams voice floats through Garden Logde. And the three of them, with Felix in Rogers arms watch as Liv and Jimmy fight a fit of giggles as they dance.

“I did it cause I remember what that looked like.” Deaky says pointing to Liv twirling Jimmy around in her arms. “Maybe that morning you woke up, you remembered it too.”

[writingsofmyimagination]

28 Days |Epilogue|

GIF by: @suggamiin​

Genre: Werewolf Au (Jimin x Reader)   Part 1  Part 2

Rating:18+

Summary: It’s your birthday and well...you get treated. Sinful PWP to end this.

Word Count:3188

Warnings: Swearing,Smut - Slight exhibitionism, sex toys (cock ring) SUB Jimin... I repeat Sub Jimin.

Final Part!!!!! Loved this sooo much.

@safi4x​ @nerdygaloresposts​ @sockie-the-dumbass​ @jimin-75​

You were gratefully stolen from your nightmare of failing your end of year exams by the soothing scent of waffles. The glucose of the maple syrup powerful but tantalising to your drowsy senses. Dragging yourself from the comfort, you made a stumble to the kitchen area. A waffle sliding off the spatula onto the plate, his neck nudging his head into your newly emerged direction. You went to retrieve your fluffy dressing gown from the arm of a chair. His gaze briefly frozen on the curves of your behind feebly covered by the black lace hot pants teasing from under his shirt. The only skin available for your eyes to feast on was the occasional trail of veins running down his arms. Ripped denim skinnies sat over black and white vans, laces gleaming white. Red tee with the cutest pocket over his chest fitted and tucked into his leather belt. Heaven forbid he ever look scruffy to go out.

“Take a picture it lasts longer” you toyed covering the view and making your way over to him

“How many times have I asked you?” he countered serving the question straight back

“No, you’ve asked me if you can film us fucking, slight difference” your return bouncing the un-returnable ball in his court.

“Hey I’ve needed something while you’ve been busy revising and FINE! I’m asking now” He pulled you closer by your behind, hands having a firm squeeze for breakfast. You dodged his incoming kiss, leaning to the side to slide your finger through the maple syrup drizzled on your plate. His eyes frozen on the way your finger disappeared in your mouth and sucked on the digit he easily wished was his cock.

“I’m more hungry for actual food right now” You pecked him on the cheek kidnapping the plate from behind him.

“You’re insufferable when you tease you know that”

“You have your finals to focus on today”

“I know I know” His leather jacket sliding on his shoulders smooth as silk.

“Good luck”

“Happy Birthday baby” The drawn-out kiss on your forehead brought a beaming smile to your lips, insides heating up to a pleasant warm fuzz. Before he had the chance to straighten out your hands captured the back of his neck dragging him into a heated kiss which he fell weakly for.

“Remember to wear something nice for me later”

“As if I’d let you take me out in anything but. Can you not even give me a hint?”

“Nope”

You had no idea how dressy you needed to be.

Are we going out out or just just out?

//

Opting for as mid ‘out’ as you could you dug out your button front dress. The dress was belted with a silk tie, it stopped mid-thigh scooping slightly at the sides. The chest and long sleeves were laced in a pretty delicate floral pattern. Your hair was curled swooped over one shoulder and pinned. White hi-top converse snug on your feet.

Fuck heels, I need comfort

He rocked up at your door in black skinnies which were tight around his thighs.

Jesus lord mother of Mary

That alone could make your mouth hit the floor. The cotton fresh white v neck tugged tight into his gold buckled belt. The same leather jacket, silver zips scattered across in silver strips. Face bright, the concoction of exams going well and the reaction to the approved visuals of you.

“Ready?”

“Don’t I look ready?”

“I mean you look stunning but did you really have to wear something so easily taken off?”

“Is that a complaint?”

“More of a why do you have to be such a teasing bitch?” he chuckled as you swatted his arm.

//

He blindfolded you as soon as you got to his car.

//

You were cautious to your feet guided by Jimin until he ordered you to stop.

“Don’t move”

“Like I’m going to wander off” you shot back.

A click was the only thing reaching your ears. The smell of the room was familiar but your brain was too intrigued and giddy to bother working out why.

The blindfold fell from your face leaving only scrunched up eyebrows until the glint above you drew your attention. You were in the university library, the floor normally underneath tables had been pushed to the side, table legs flaying the air. It was astronomy week and the students had secured fairy lights to the ceiling in the shape of a star constellation. The blinds were shut, the fairy lights intermittently twinkling above you; like diamonds on a royals crown. He emerged from behind the desk with a wicker picnic basket and a rolled chequered blanket tucked under his arm. His sweet smile only subtly laced with triumph. Your gaze still fixed on the false sky.

“I know how comforting you find the library and how much of grump you get when your cold so didn’t want to take you out…”

“I love it!” you beamed nearly knocking the picnic basket from his grasp as you smothered him with a hug; his free hand steadying the influx of your weight against him.

“But If you haven’t got sausage rolls in there I will seriously reconsider our relationship” you teased plonking yourself down on the cleared floor atop the blanket.

“They were the first thing I picked up” he calmed.

//

“Ready for your present?”

“Mmmhmm” you hummed mouth full of scotch egg. Jimin fished out a small box from his pocket.

“Well open it. I’m not proposing” he beckoned after your stared at it for a moment too long.

“Jimin it’s beautiful” you cooed looking and the tear drop pendant weaved in your fingers. The outside ripples of silver, the main body was crystal clear, shimmering as you tilted your hands.

“Look closer” he urged. You did as you were told for once.

“How did you…?”

“You’d be surprised at who Yoongi has as contacts” he explained. Carved into the gem was the unmistakeably twizzled in swirls of patterns of haemoglobin. Something heavily involved in your thesis and wanted to specialise in in regards to how some viruses attack this area.

“I knew your nerd ass would love it and all jokes aside you give me so much life and I do feel sometimes you’re my oxygen that I need flooding through me to live” he paused.

“You know like haemoglobin”

“I’m more than aware of its function Jimin” you chuckled. He was sweet; the sweetness coaxed water to fill your eyes with none of it falling.

“I love you too you big softy” You were already clipping the chain around your neck. He lent over to you lips pressing hard into you. The other gift he’d presented was far less innocent.

“Are you planning on getting the strawberries and cream out or what?” you mouthed speaking into his kiss, lightly grappling at his bottom lip. The sucrose in the air was all too suffocating.

“Are you not sweet enough?” he teased failing to hold his cringe filled laugh. You lightly shoved his chase away from you.

“Get that cheese away pllleeaase” you begged. In order to maintain your dignity your leg was slightly bent and raised before you. Your thigh was more exposed but at least your underwear was covered.

//

“Oops” You shook your head, the cool cream conveniently dripping onto your thigh as Jimin fed you the last but one strawberry. As straight as his face was his true intention hadn’t been masked in his eyes.

“Well are you going to clear up your mess or not?”

“Well if you insist”

You planted both hands behind you leaning back, his warm tongue collecting the cool cream escaping down your thigh.

“I think you taste sweeter” he hummed, his tongue spanning his lips before disappearing back into his mouth. Your sudden movements caught him off guard. Enough to let you have advantage and push his weight back enough to fight yours to be on top. You scrunched his shirt up to his neck. Perfect olive skin. Muscles taught and firm under his skin. His eyes diligent in following the drips of cream pooling over his stomach, his muscles twitched at the temperature. The last strawberry dragged through the milky coating on his skin before half of it disappeared in your mouth.

“I think you do”

“Why don’t you come up over here so I can taste you again?” You were by no means going to say no but you were going to tease him until he pleaded for it. You stood, shimmying out of your underwear. His brows knitting together when you sat back down still over his hips and not his face.

“Don’t pout!” the buttons on the front of your dress one by one slowly became unhooked. His hands automatically resting firm on your hips after his hands quickly laid claim to your chest.

“I just thought I’d make myself that bit sweeter for you”

“And how do you think you can do that?” he challenged. He was too busy admiring your front he’d not seen your hands dip behind and retrieve the cream pot.

“Like this?” You watched the trail make its way down through the valley of your breasts running over your stomach to pool in between your thighs and run down his sides. His eyes now shifted to your core laced in creamy glucose.

“Fuck princess” he whined, those unstoppable flecks raging in his eyes.

“Get up here now!”

Excuse me?

Your expression clearly mirrored your thoughts

“Please” his tone so whiny compared to his last demand.

His purr vibrated at your core, cream smudging around his lips. The cat who definitely got the cream. Your hand flew to his tangle in his hair, the other flying out to secure yourself against the beech desk in front of you. Nail meeting the smooth surface with nothing to grip onto.

Your head dropped; his eyes were closed held together in the total ecstasy of you. Only when the moans started trickling from your lips did his eyes burn up hard into you. The more pressure he put against your core the less you were able to hold his clouded over fuelled red eyes. This boy could have you cumming on his tongue quicker than anyone else. Whether it was because he could hear your heartbeat or the whole essence thing made it more intense but it he could have you so damn quick. You knew he was taking his time; any other day you’d already be begging him for your third release already, easy. The torturous slow stripes he made with his tongue had the deep groans boiling in your throat.

“Please make me cum already” you whined tugging his hair, grabbing his attention to your face and not the feast he was making between your legs He’d kept you dancing on the edge for too long.

“Make yourself” he coaxed in between the breathes he was catching up on. It wasn’t a sarcastic comeback. Definitely not.

“Want me to ride that pretty face of yours?” current roles subtly switching.

“Mmmhmm” he hummed swiping your arousal from his lips with his tongue, eyes blown, completely fucked out. You breathed a ‘sigh’ with a jesting eye roll. You were inebriated, addicted to how he loved it when you used him to get off. He was equally to you using him. His head stayed docile, his tongue a podium still and stiff for you to take your prize. Both your hands now steadied against the desk, hips gyrating over him.

No longer would he dance you along the jagged edge of your release. You threw yourself off, all the weight of previous refusals crashing on top of you. You fell hard. Your head hung; exhausted for a moment before giving Jimin room to breathe.

“Does this hurt?” You teased palming his cock straining against the tight denim of his jeans. The hiss and chokes echoing in the room answering your questions with perfect clarity.

“Well we can’t have that”

“Go behind the desk” He did as he was told.

“Why have I never thought about fucking you over the library desk” He cursed himself.

“I never said you were going to fuck me” Swirling the new cock ring he’d bought for you round your finger.

“Guarantee you’ll need me to fuck you when you’ve finished toying with me”

He always fucking knows.

His top discarded, slung over the top of the desk that shielded you from the rest of the library. Your hands guiding themselves across the perfect sculpture of his back, nails purposely leaving red trails. The cool leather of his belt resting against your skin. The front of his jeans pulled down his cock strained with the ring. Gargled moans and pants disrupting the calm of the library each time you hand gripped and moved.

“Going to beg yet?”

“No..o” Your hand snaked up his back, hair taught in your wrists.

“How about now? You breathed dangerously close to his ear, back arching in a crescent obediently to you. Vibration now throbbing through his already painful member. Neck strained, unrestrained grunts bobbing his adams apple. He blissfully regretted the present he got for you already; not too much though.

“Fuck” he whined, restraint and control leaking from his voice.

“Okay okay” Tolerance snapping as you your hands stroked him in a torturous slow movement

You stopped, pushed the power switch on the ring. Straightening yourself. Hands staying where the stilled; a potential threat if his words were not satisfactory.

He took whatever breath he could into his lungs, knuckles white gripped on the table.

“Pleeease let me fuck you, please let me cum mmm…. hand, mouth I don’t care” His arms struggled not to buckle, desperation thick through his strength.

“Are you that desperate that you don’t even care anymore?” Your thumb glazing over the end of his cock.

“Jesus…yes” his voice breaking in sync with his cracked resolve. With him facing the front you could only see his jaw tensing up, the side of his eyes straining to stay open.

“Are you that desperate that you don’t even want to make me cum before you?”

“mmm…No!”

Correct answer!

“Good boy” you praised

“Now I’m going to turn this back on and you’re going to wait until I allow you to cum. You’ve got to fuck me now. I’m dying to have you inside me”

Unanimous profanities bubbled into the room; bodies finally entwined. You both stilled, him fully inside you. Everything just felt too good. Senses overwhelmed with sweet sensations. Your arms crossed at the back of his neck fingertips tight to his skin. The perspiration glazing his forehead mingling with yours. Both looking down to where you connected.

“Ready?” asking and clenching around him at the time had him pinning his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Mmm” he breathed breathing through your torturous tensing.

“Words” you lightly scolded clenching again. His throat bobbed tense.

“Yes” he finally managed.

The throbbing vibrations resumed through him. The patch on top of the ring now vibrated through your clit each time he jolted his hips into you. His laboured breathing indicative of him holding back, funnelling control in his movements. Hot air swirling between you. Your head incapable of moving against the firm hand keeping your head with his. The muscles in your legs tensing, verging on cramping with how tight they gripped at his waist keeping the vibrations on you as much as possible. His bucks sudden and precise, enough apart that he can just about hold onto himself.

“Fuck, please give… it up to…” He was desperate, he needed you to cum so badly so you would show mercy on him.

“Hold it” you ordered. He whimpered, uncertain of his ability to do as he was told. His head drooped to the nook of your neck teeth latching on in a weak attempt to transfer some of the frustration and distraction somewhere else. He choked when your legs locked and pulled him as close as humanly possible. His restricted movement gave you the control to circle your hips around him directing the vibrations in the rhythm you needed. His hot breathes became jagged, fanning across the front of your shoulder.

“Count to 3 then cum for me baby” You panted.

“1” his hips snapped once.

“2” you clenched around him, controlling your muscles not to give. His moans stuttered.

“3” the count was almost breathless; almost devoid of sound. You arched into him shoving the vibrating pack back harsh against your clit, tightening around him again.

Swear words groaned out of his mouth, your core pulsing around him in waves washing you with serotonin. The rush of exaggerated senses never stopped overwhelming you too see white spots shadowing your visions. Sex with your essence was ridiculously other worldly; normal sex now completely transcended. You viced onto his body until his hips finished jerking.

Ugh! No condom, going to be an uncomfortable trip home. But..

“Jesus you’re going to kill me” he panted as you tapped at his hips

Move back

Powering down the ring, slipping it off with a grunt from him.

“Well you got me this remember so really you’ve done yourself in” Your index fingertip beckoning a hot soft kiss to your lips.

“I want one more thing from you baby”

“Anything” he confessed popping the buttons of his jeans back into looking decent.

“I’m not making my way home with your mess dripping out of me. Clean it up” You couldn’t decide who donned the filthier smirk Jimin or you. Within a beat he was on his knees, tugging a leg over his shoulder. Hurrying your hands behind you stabilising yourself from cracking your head on the top level of the desk. A gargled groan eliciting from the flicks of his tongue, the sensitive nub quietly welcoming the soft warm strokes. When his motions became less focused on collecting and began to circle more at your clit you gripped and yanked his hair.

Fuck, he looks sweet

“Look at you with your own cum glistening on your chin…so sexy” The visual pulled at the recovering coils in your core; but the light smile on your face slowly erupted into a small laugh. In retaliation he bounced up forcing an unbalancing harsh kiss. Transferring the chimera of your climaxes to your lips. You fingers teasing your buttons at the front of your dress closed, away from the already wandering eyes of Jimin.

“You taste so good mixed with me” He purred burying into your neck inhaling the after sex intoxicating scent he swooned for.

“Stop talking like that or I’ll wanna fuck you again” you warned. He burrowed further hands tightening at your hips

“And?” he countered

“I’d much rather you take me back home so I can do it with YOUR new favourite toy”

“Is it my birthday or yours?” His body remembering how hard he came with the new purple strap on you loved torturing him with.

“Having you in tears begging for me to go harder is all the present I need”

[tokoyamisstuff]

Four Seasons Pt. 1 out of 4 - Spring

After the pretty vague request of a sweet little Anon:

Pt. 1 - Blooming Love

Summary: Collection of shorts about how you spent a surprisingly normal year at the Stark Tower with the Avengers - except for the fact that you somehow got the God of Mischief to take a liking to you.

Warnings: None. No kinky shit, sorry guys. No Angst either. Just pure Fluff.

Words: 2880

(I think I’ve wrote everything gender neutral but I’m not sure. Maybe I forgot sth, let me know!)

Masterlist to my other Fics right ->Here<- 

On a morning ike this, it was hard for you to be asleep for too long.

Rays of sun had already softly woken you up, reminding you that this day would be a special one.

Even though you would’ve loved to sleep late on your day off, your racing heartbeat pumped adrenaline through your veins the very moment your lover’s image shot into your head.

He was the last thing you thought of when you’d close your eyes, and the first thing when a new day began.

Still a bit sleep drunk, you did your usual morning stretches and enjoyed a long shower before you tried to make yourself looking as formidable as possible.

Wandering along the still empty streets of New York, you enjoyed the relaxing silence, while whistling carelessly together with the birds in the trees.

Colours, sounds, even thoughts - that feeling when you were in love, it made everything seem even brighter.

It sounded ridiculous, really - but you had been invited for brunch with the Avengers.

When you arrived at the giant sky scrapper, you’d rummage in your bag to get the ID card Tony handed you and shoved it into the face of the security guard.

“Welcome, Y/N” a robotic voice you recognized to be F.R.I.D.A.Y. greeted you, “But I have to inform that you’re quite early. The other team members are still fast asleep.”

“I’m not a team member” you thought to yourself as you smiled into one of the security cameras, as means to greet it back. The lower floors were completely empty on sundays, being mostly offices and other rooms made for Tony’s employees.

Walking through the pomporous entrance hall, seeing so many monitors and advertisment (of which most of it was Tony’s self-glorification), you could only think about how all of this was way too flashy, too modern for your taste, but well...

That’s just Tony’s taste. His home, his rules. And to a certain extend, you thought, giggling audibly, Loki and him were alike - both full of pride and, if you wanted to be mean, you could say they were little showoffs.

And since last time when you invited them to your flat they almost destroyed everithing during their friendly little strenght battles, you thought it’d be better if from now on you’d become the visitor instead.

“I wonder what Loki’s room looks like” you pondered when the lift was making it’s way upwards to the highest levels.

You walked straight through the giant living room, trying to sneak past the God of Thunder, who seemed to have fallen asleep while watching Netflix and playing Video Games the whole night - again.

Letting out a little sigh, you closed the kitchen door behind you and asked F.R.I.D.A.Y. to play some music as you started to collect the needed kitchen utensils.

Good thing Bucky bought everything you asked of him. Going grocery shopping sounded so easy for every normal human being, yet to Bucky, it was part of his rehabilitation process and you knew it didn’t came easy to him to be in great crowds of people, all by himself.

So you were really relieved that your worries seemed to have been unnecessary.

Actually, Tony wanted to just buy something for breakfast. You’ve never heared of a brunch delivery - even though in your mind it was a damn good idea - but you guessed it was nothing unusual for a man that rich.

He could probably get anything he wanted by just waving his hand - another thing he and Loki had in common, only through different ressources.

But well, it didn’t really feel like work to you. Putting a little effort into telling your newfound friends “Thanks for having me”, was almost as much fun to you as actually spending time with them.

You loved showering those you care about with love and attention, which was probably why you were simply made for that touch-starved, affectionate alien.

Soon, your hum turned into loud singing as you swept across the kitchen counter and prepared all kinds of food. Hours rushed past and still no sign of life from the others, but you didn’t care.

Suddenly, you heared a loud snort coming from the doorframe, startling you to an extend that made you stumble together with a bowl filled with strawberries.

You had already protectively covered your head with your hands - but were confused when you didn’t feel yourself hit the ground.

Looking up, there he was, giving you his usual, smug grin - Loki.

He was holding you tight with his one arm, and even caught the bowl with his other, not even one berrie having hit the ground.

“Oh my” he started, “How clumsy you are.”

The god put the plate on the table and gently helped you get back on your feet, holding your hands thight.

Immediately, you felt your head getting as red as the fruit, finding yourself at loss for words.

He still held your hand, leading one of them to his lips so he could place a tender kiss onto it’s back. “I’m sorry, my love. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

Your shocked features relaxed and you gave him a warm smile as response. “It’s okay, darling.” He secretly loved that nickname - but that’d remain his little secret.

“But why didn’t you wake me up?” While you were already working again, having seen the time, Loki would aimlessly walking besides you. “At least let me help.”

Without you even having time to answer, just a flick of his fingers made the silverware reappear at the table.

“I didn’t know a prince would know how to cook. And also, I didn’t want to bother you that early.” At first he thought you were joking, but it seemed like you really didn’t know much about him.

After all, you’ve only been a couple for a short period of time. It’s only natural that you don’t know such details about life in the palace.

All that was part of his past, and you always said that his future was your privilege.

~

It was love at first sight, if one believed in that kind of thing.

You were invited to one of Tony’s “reputation-boosting” parties. As a member of one of New York’s greatest newspapers, it was only naturally for you to get invited.

There you were, a fresh reporter, standing in the same room as this surreal troup. Since you mostly worked from home, writing columns and being responsible for a small part of the newspaper’s website, working in the field didn’t come quite naturally to you.

But that shouldn’t ruin your evening.

Everything on you looked stunning, and you knew it.

The wardrobe you chose for tonight, the way you made you hair - it all was perfect for a celebration this formal.

Usually, you didn’t really give a damn about other people’s opinions, and neither you were one to judge someone’s outer appearance.

No, you rather did this for yourself. To boost your confidence, make this special occasion worth remembering.

You were shining, like a shooting star or a freshly polished diamond - and someone else noticed.

Many glances got stuck on you that evening, with one exceptional one glued to you without you noticing .

Until you disappeared to the bar, he basically stared holes into your back. And that man was a mastermind at magic tricks, so even though you were watching him as well, you’d never realize that your eyes met so many times before.

On Asgard, Loki had attended countless of such gatherings. Yet this one was sheer boring - not to talk about the fact that estimately 90% of the people in this hall would either want to see him rotting in jail, or worse.

So he just stood there, nipping on his drink as he stood at the edge of the troup, his brother being at the very center. Everyone was giving interviews or talked to fans, while he patiently waited for this event to be over.

“I’m sorry” a voice directed to him all of a sudden, carefully tapping his back. It was you.

“What?” he retorted, raising an eyebrow. He didn’t mind a magnificent beauty as you approaching him, but it was a mistery why you’d do such a thing.

“Could...umm...would you take a selfie with me? Please?”

His eyes widened in surprise as he saw your pleading eyes, shyly trying to avoid meeting his as you crossed your arms behind your back. “Only if you want to, of course.”

When he took in your appearance, he took notice of the journalist pass around your neck - and it was even more interesting than your unexpected request:

“You areY/N Y/L/N?”

“Y-Yes. Why?” Your cheeks changing to a shade of pink, there was only to hope he didn’t read-

He touched his chin, as if hardly thinking about something. “If I remember correctly, ,you wrote that certain article about the attack of New York, right?”

Damn.

You’ve always been a fan of norse mythology, and had a special weakness for so-called “anti-heroes”, too. They were just way too relatable. So it was only natural for you to write an article about that certain event.

In your earlier works, you’d basically write about how that guy’s misunderstood and philosophize about not only seeing black and white, because there was also a lot of grey zones in the clash of good and evil.

There were also parts where you worked together with psychologists and moral scientists to assess the god and his deeds, coming to the conclusion that even though we might learn something from the incident, the objectives of gods were far too great to understand for us mere mortals. And that was only the beginning...

How f*cking embarassing.

“That’s right” you stuttered, panicking and already trying to leave. “Sorry, I didn’t want to be impolite. I’ll make my leave.”

“Don’t be a fool” he whispered out of the blue, pulling you towards him. “I was quite flattered to have at least a single admirer amongst the human race.”

Planning to give his probably only fan a memory he’d never forget, Loki put his palm on your lower back, kneeling down to your height so you could take the photo. “Shall we?”

It felt like an eternity until your trembling hands would finally get that cellphone out of your pocket, but Loki realized your struggle and took it - his arms were way longer than yours anyway. “May I?” “Yeah, uh- Thank you.”

His appearance almost had a childlike innocence to it when he posed for these photos - a personal gift to you.

Turning your head, your eyes met once again, both faces being mere inches apart. It didn’t seem like he was mocking you, rather enjoying himself right now. You could feel it.

And at that very moment, the two of you simultaneously began to laugh, loudly and heartily before getting lost in each others eyes - and to this day, it would be your favourite photo. 

“I think the two of us could have very enlightening conversations, don’t you think?” the sorcerer declared as he watched you swipe through the photos, a satisfied smile playing on your lips. “If you want to go somewhere more interesting, I’d be a honour to guide you to a room with more privacy.”

One nod of you and just like that, in the midst of the festives, the two of you disappeared together, without anyone taking notice.

You had found yourself on top of the stark tower, being able to watch the whole city from the roof. Stars stretched far beyond the horizon, making the lights of the city seem so insignificant.

And on the end of that evening, the Prince of Asgard even managed to steal his first kiss from you - even though only on the cheek.

None of you knew what the two of you just started, or what you should await for the future - but Loki could voice both of your hopes very well:

“I think this is the beginning of something unimaginably fulfilling.”

~

Lokis words brought you back to the present:

“What’s sleeping worth if the real dream is right here at my side?”

While you were standing at the stove, making some more pancakes, Loki would embrace you from behind, his nose nestling against your neck, making you shiver. 

“How cheeky” you mumbled as both of you turned your head so your cheeks could touch.

“You foolish humans just don’t appreciate real romance anymore.” With those words, he’d kiss your temple as he changed his appearance into what resembled a cook. “Now finally, by the gods, let me help you!”

“Yeah, yeah, I see. You’re such a gentleman. And a comedian, too. Maybe you could prepare the scrambled eggs?”

“Your wish is my command, my lady.”

While you watched him eagerly trying to crack the eggs without getting all the shells into the pan, your head shifted back to that first night.

If you looked at him right now, no one would believe you that he’s a literal god, a master of the magical arts and a sharpwittted combatant.

But back then, on that rooftop of the Stark Tower, you knew that no matter what exactly he was, and what secrets e’d still be keeping to himself - you wanted to know anything about this man.

And it was set in stone that you’d fell in love with every facade of him.

A little bit exhausted, you let yourself fall onto the sofa in the living room. Thor has probably gone for his early training, and there was no one else to be seen either - all of them seemed to have been sleeping late.

It was a wonder no one had smelled the food and simply annihilate it even faster than it had been prepared. But when you watched the whole scenery at the kitchen table, you were pretty damn proud of yourself.

“Truly magnificent” Loki commented as he sat down next to you, adding “You must value your companions very much.”

“Maybe I was just trying to impress you, you know.” You rested your head at the most comfortable place possible - Loki’s lap, while he gently stroke your hair. “You’ve done well, little one. But you don’t have to go to such lenghts to impress me. My respect is meant only for you.”

He pressed a gentle kiss onto your temple before leaning onto the backrest, wondering “How about we just disappear? A day for just the two of us?”

“Well...” you pondered as you got up, your hand still resting on his knee “I wanted to go for a walk in the park. Maybe you’re up for a traditional picknick?”

Loki’s face contorted in disapproval, which only caused you to blurt out a laugh and pinch his nose. “What’s wrong now, moaning minnie? Not fancy enough?”

“You call that cheap excuse of nature a place someone wants to be? Oh my, I wish you could’ve seen the royal gardens of Asgard.” You knew he missed his home painfully, even though he used to say that you were his home from now on, and he wouldn’t need anything else. It was hard to adapt to an environment that alien to him.

Suddenly, like he did many times before, he cupped your cheeks with his hands, his fingertips only barely touching your temples, assuming “Or maybe, I can show you...”

You felt his magic flow through you, projecting the most beautiful images directly into your head. It was like you could wander those woods yourself, feel the grass onto your feet and smell flowers you’ve never seen before.

There were no words for the bond that two of you shared at that moment, when he let you into the core of his very self, letting you see his memories through your eyes.

Calmness began to settle in both of you, exhaling deeply before your eyes met once again.

“That was amazing, Loki. You are amazing.”

“I don’t have much to offer, my love. But I’m willing to share everything remotely positive with you, Y/N.”

You could feel the cold he was radiating, his fastened breath on your skin. His hands still on your face, you were even able to feel his heart racing through his veins.

Finally, the glimmer in your eyes hinting consent, he’d slowly move himself closer to you, not letting go of you for one second. His hold got tighter as your lips were just about to meet, when-

“Oh my GOD! Guys, they’re finally at it!” Scott yelled through the whole hallway, and you could hear metaphorically a thousand doors opening in response. He was still wearing his Frozen-Pyjama, holding a mug with Natasha’s forbiddenly strong coffee in his hand.

It was so intriguing to them, how anyone could win the heart of the God of Lies -until he met you, they were doubting he even had one. So in an instant, the whole team of superheroes had surrounded you, as if to watch a romantic movie together and waiting for the final sequence. 

“I need a coffee before I’m able to deal with you guys.”

“That makes two of us.”

_____

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N7 challenge 21 and 22 - Undercover and Red Sand

Summary: Alistair Shepard’s back at it at Krispy Kreme when a contact informs him about red sand on the Citadel. So... how easy is it to get into Chora’s Den when you’re wearing OTT Sweet? He’s about to find out...

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Nothing like showing C-SEC up by blowing the lid off their latest red sand problem. If only it hadn't wound him up in interrogation.

“Alright, Commander... I can understand a Spectre shutting this down... but how?”

Alistair shrugged as he shifted his weight so the uneven chair didn't bother him. They had one main way of dealing with suspects, even the ones who had helped them out. Unlucky for them, he understood physics. After all, they drummed the basics into recruits during boot camp. Chairs could eat his ass – ironic, considering he was sitting.

“Well, I heard rumor of it, so I investigated and found out what was going on. The rest was easy with my squad.”

The C-SEC agent looked almost incredulous as they glanced at him from across the table. “And... how did you do that? We've been working to get someone in for months.”

“Oh... I went undercover.”

“Undercover?”

And here was the time to get creative. He couldn't give ALL his methods away. Besides, no way such a straight-laced C-SEC agent was going to believe this.

“Commander Shepard, it's been a long time since we've worked together. How are you doing?”

Alice was looking good. He still wasn't sure why they were meeting on the Citadel like this, however. Good thing he had brought her things along to return, otherwise he would've had to mail it the next time he was in port.

Ah, the life of a wandering Spectre. Never in one place long.

He sipped at his tea before he answered. It was good tea – strawberry. He liked strawberry, good to know she did too. It went with her outfit more than his, mind you – today's coord was OTT in pink and white. Not a bad look on her, definitely different than the mint-chocolate number in the bags by his side.

“As well as can be expected. I hope you haven't been bothered by anyone since I dealt with the Blue Suns.”

She smiled at him as she took a dainty nibble at a biscuit. “Not at all. Things have been quite peaceful, actually.”

That was great... but it didn't explain why he was sitting in a lovely little cafe, drinking tea with his sister's friend. There was something she was going to ask him, and he was pretty sure he wasn't going to like it much.

Maybe he should've just done it by text... it would've been easier to say no.

In the pause, Alice took another sip of her tea and daintily put the cup down without making a sound. Her eyes were on him, burning not with desperation, but determination. Something about that made his stomach shift, yet at the same time... well, curiosity didn't just get the cat. Sometimes it got hamster-handling Spectres.

“In the time since then, I've become aware of something on the Citadel. I come here every so often to shop. Omega unfortunately leans a little too Classic for my taste, though I do believe that it would be the perfect style for you-”

Nope. Taako was good out here, to quote the old 21st century classic.

“Anyway... during one of my trips, I happened to catch whispers of something when I stopped for a refreshment. I believe you know what red sand is, Commander Shepard?”

His eyebrow zoomed to his hairline. “How does red sand come up among lolitas?”

Alice put a hand to her mouth to hide her chuckle. “Why, it doesn't. When did I say I only associate among lolitas?”

Yeah... that was his mistake. Still, his mind was wheeling. If Alice had heard mention of red sand on the Citadel... just the thought of it made his stomach turn. It was the sort of thing she definitely shouldn't be around...

And he sure as hell shouldn't. After all, as a biotic that shit fucked him up six ways to Sunday.

“At any rate, I tried to contact the proper authorities about it. They laughed at me and dismissed it as ramblings of a little girl with an active imagination.” She sniffed. “Ignoring the fact my ID says I am almost 30, by the way.”

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, they're a real crack squad.”

“Which is why I came to you. You know my information is real, and more importantly, you are a Spectre.” She took a sip of her tea. “You can get to places that C-SEC cannot.”

Both of these facts were true. Still, he didn't see why they needed to meet in person. For something like this, all he really needed was an email. More than that, Alice had the same tone she had used the first time she had asked him for a favor.

You know... when he wound up in the dress in the bag he was currently holding.

“Right, but... why do I get the feeling this is going to involve a petticoat again?”

When Alice smiled, there was nothing friendly about it. “I may have neglected to mention when I was in this establishment, I may have slipped to my acquaintance that a friend of mine was a gorgeous petite blonde with blue eyes and a taste in OTT sweet...”

Alistair's cheeks turned scarlet. “You set me up again?!”

“Well, you did it so well the last time...” her voice dropped. “Please, Commander. I know you know the danger of red sand. I heard about your accomplishment on Illium with the Justicar. C-SEC refused to believe me, and I know this was true. You need to investigate this for the good of every biotic in the Citadel.”

She had made a grab for his hand with this, her eyes shifting from crafty to pure pleading. Part of him wanted to believe this was an act... yet the gaze she was giving him was downright desperate. Alistair felt his resolve dropping away as he glanced down at the bags.

Good thing he had made sure these were properly cleaned and ironed...

“Where do I have to go?”

Alice smiled as she poured him more tea. “Have you ever heard of a bar called Chora's Den?”

“Yeah, I almost got shot there twice.” His voice was flat, his eyebrow even higher. “A lolita at Chora's Den is going to stick out.”

His contact chuckled as she reached for a biscuit. “That's the point, Commander. Now, you're going to need to be there by 22:00-”

Why did he get the feeling he was going to regret this...

---

“Commander, are you ready?”

Yes, he just needed to fix his petticoat.

Alistair had never expected to wear one ever again, and yet there he was. Apart from some new accessories borrowed from Alice to help with the change in fashion and season, it was the same damn dress, petticoat, and wig he had worn the last time.

The purse was different, though. Made hiding his gun and a few other tools easier should he need it.

“I'm ready, Alice, just had to make sure everything was sitting right.”

The line for Chora's Den was short that night as he approached with quick, even steps. The second time in rocking horse shoes was easier, not that he had practiced for the occasion or anything. He was just more confident this time as he made his way to the entrance. After all, this wasn't his first rodeo.

“Now, I told them my friend's name was Jane. You can fill occupation and hobbies in yourself, just remember that we met at Baby the Stars Shine Bright's store on the Citadel.”

He knew that brand – it was a classic. Not quite OTT due to the prestige of being one of the cores of lolita fashion, but it was famous. Hell, he'd watched Kamikaze Girls the first time he'd been preparing for a mission like this. A brand only lasted that long through staying power and appeal. It wasn't quite to his taste, but he could see how it had made it to the late 22nd century.

…

And now he was forming opinions on clothing brands. Shit. He was getting way too into this undercover work.

“Right... thanks for the ad-lib room.”

“Bo said you were an expert at it. Now, I'll let you know when I see them. This contact camera is amazing, did you really design it yourself?”

Alistair had to resist a chuckle as he waited in line, pretending like he was taking a call on his omni-tool. “Oh no, it was a customization of an existing design that didn't quite meet my needs. I could show you the fabric when I get back tomorrow.”

Alice was a smart woman – she caught on quick. “Impressive. Is this what working what a Spectre is like?”

Oh, she should see him when he had tech in his hands. That's when the magic happened. His contact cam was just a fruit of that effort from having to go undercover one too many times. After all, he could hardly rely on cameras where he went half the time. It was better to have one on hand that was constantly being saved to his hard drive on his computer back on the Normandy. There was also a backup version Alice would have, and a second version on his omni-tool. You could never have enough backups in case things went wrong.

Some might call him paranoid. They could kiss his ass, he had died once before – you could never be too careful.

“Excuse me, sweetheart, I think you're lost. The Tea Room is up a ways.”

There was a man leering at him. The outfit had definitely turned him off, so his only reaction to what he perceived a woman was scorn and minimizing. Alistair had seen this plenty of times before, and dealt with younger versions in his teens. Luckily, it didn't bother him.

So he shot them a blank, dignified look down the bridge of his nose as he walked past. “I do believe the line is back there. Chora's Den isn't fond of nobody line cutters last I checked.”

The man's friends laughed as he sputtered. Naturally, an assault to his identity would prompt a desire to beat the shit out of the one who had caused it. The question is, would he go after someone in a dress and petticoat?

Looks like the answer was yes – he was leaning forward.

“Why  you little-”

With a swift movement, he had the man off balance and knocked on his ass. Then he kicked as a reminder to stay down. It wasn't hard enough to hurt anything seriously – just well aimed. It left his annoyance groaning on the floor.

He gave the friend group a blank look as he kept walking. “I would advise keeping your friend on a leash. I think he's in heat.”

Then he entered Chora's Den under the eye of a more than amused bouncer and with the chorus of a bunch of already drunk men. They were quickly drowned out by the music of the club and the energy that surrounded it.

It looked a little different since Fist had been running it. Cleaner maybe, though probably just as corrupt. There were still dancers of various council species, and those who enjoyed watching. These he gave a wide berth, making his way to the bar. This was the same person- he hadn't seen their body when they had cleared the place out. Smart woman.

“Nice going with the guy out front, honey.” She gave him an appreciative nod. “Saw it on the cams. What can I get you?”

He smiled, carefully. “Please tell me you have some form of sprite here. I don't exactly drink, but I'm here to meet someone.”

The bartender laughed as she reached under the bar. “Last time I heard that, Commander Shepard was still on his first life. It's why I carry the stuff. Here, I call this the Red Shepard. It's got a little grenadine in it for color.”

…

Apparently, there were drinks named after him in bars. Who knew? At least it seemed to be the designated driver special. He was happy to accept, though when he tried to pay she shook her head. Part of him was worried it was his borrowed credit chit, but then she smiled.

“You did us a favor, honey. The bouncer almost threw out his shoulder tossing him out. Drinks are on the house tonight.”

Well, that was good for him. He smiled and went off to find a place to sit so Alice could get a view of the floor. Though the music was loud, his ear piece had a noise blocking feature he was more than happy to turn on. When it came down to it, he just didn't like night clubs. Add in the dancers and he liked them even less.

If they were dudes... well... he probably would've been too embarrassed to stay long.

“See anybody yet, Alice?”

“No, but your performance outside the Den was impressive. Was that aikido?”

He smiled as he sipped at his drink. “I picked it up in basic because I was smaller than everyone else and got tired of getting my ass kicked.”

“A friend of mine learned judo for the same reason.”

Good to know someone else was kicking ass on the small side. Alistair raised his glass in tribute as he took a careful sip. He had needed the sugar anyway – he had started to feel a little shaky after walking in. Low blood sugar was fun like that.

As he waited for his blood sugar to raise as Alice looked around, he took the chance to glance around Chora's Den without moving his head. They had definitely cleaned the place since Fist had run the place. They probably had to – his squad had left more than a few bodies and bullet holes when they were breaking out to go rescue Tali. He could still remember where he had almost collided with a wall running after Bo to make sure everything was alright.

She had left quite the trail of destruction. It was kind of impressive. Good they had fixed it in the two years since he had been dead, though.

“Commander, the target is approaching you now. Play nice.”

Alistair picked up his head as he took another sip of his drink. There was indeed someone approaching his table. Surprisingly, they weren't wearing a coord. Instead, he would have said they were any normal resident of the Wards.

Which of course, meant nothing. Out of uniform he looked like any random twink with a minor obsession with hamsters.

“Jane, is it?”

Right, that was his code name. He gave his best cordial smile, much like he had seen Alice give, and nodded. The person in front of him smiled as well as they took the seat across from them, already carrying a drink in their hand.

Theirs was definitely alcoholic – it was making his damn eyes water.

“It's so good to finally meet you...” he trailed off. “Forgive me, Alice didn't give me your name.”

They answered a little too quickly – someone was eager. “It's Rax. I was a little worried you weren't going to show up. Chora's Den is kinda rough, I'm still surprised Alice comes here when she's on the Citadel.”

People were just full of surprises, weren't they?

Alistair took another sip of his drink as he gave Rax the once over. While he didn't see any tattoos for the major gangs, the lean muscle and scarred hands suggested they were into something. Part of him would have considered undercover C-SEC, but they were obvious from a mile away. Garrus had taught him to to tell them anyway. So this guy was probably either a low level merc striking out on their own, or they were from a third party gang trying to muscle in on the big three.

Poor sap. They'd be lucky if they survived the year.

“So... why don't you tell me about yourself? Alice played this close to the corset I'm afraid.”

They were already stammering as they swallowed half their drink in one impressive gulp that dribbled down their chin. Gross. At least Alistair was a master of keeping it off his face as he kept the camera trained on his target. C-SEC might need this data later after they wiped the egg off their faces.

“Oh uh... nothing special. I just do some work locally.” Another sip – someone was nervous. “How about you? Alice says you're not on the Citadel much?”

He shook his head carefully, taking another sip. “No, my work takes me off the station frequently. I work for a small organization doing research on how the various council species construct clothing.”

“Makes sense, what with how you dress and all.” They obviously then bit their tongue. “Sorry, just... don't see a lot of women like you on the Citadel.”

Alistair chuckled much like Alice would as he played with the straw of his drink. “Oh, I'm not that rare.  We just keep to different places on the Wards.”

Why did he get the feeling Rax would love nothing more than to know where those areas were? While he wasn't exactly a member of the subculture, he could tell someone trying to scratch an itch when he saw it. The guy was kind of pathetic, so it wasn't as bad as it could have been. A little more charismatic, and maybe he'd be concerned.

Then again, he was just pumping the guy for info.

“Oh... m-makes sense I guess. I mostly stay down here.”

The Spectre in disguise took another sip of his drink, careful to monitor the level. “What kind of work do you do? You look strong... C-SEC, maybe?”

The person in front of him snorted into their way too strong drink. “C-SEC is a fucking joke, Jane. They're just glorified pencil pushers sweeping the Citadel over.”

While this was true... maybe he could lean into this to get somewhere. Alistair nodded along as he played with his straw again. It was easy to see Rax was watching his every move. Maybe it was a good thing he had painted his nails for this...

It was the little touches that made the role worth it.

“Sounds like you get into some dangerous things, Rax.” He smiled, leaning in. “That's kind of exciting.”

Rax grinned, but there was nothing friendly about it as they lowered their voice. “Oh, you could say that. C-SEC doesn't even know I exist. Those idiots keep pinning my shit on other small time idiots. It's really clearing the market for me.”

Man, he must have been drunk to let go this easily. That, or he was puffing himself up. Alistair wasn't sure right then as he started putting the pieces together. With dealers, he could never tell. Usually they weren't too friendly with him... but that was when he was in armor.

So he lowered his voice again. “Market? Do you mean like... drugs?”

“Oh, I got something better than that, Jane.” Rax was so close that Alistair could smell their breath – gross. “You ever heard of red sand?”

“There, you have them! Pump them for information!”

Alice was getting excited, but the Spectre remained calm as he took a small sip of his drink. Every motion he made was deliberate, due in part to the fact he knew he was being watched. Rax's body language was screaming some rather lascivious things to say the least. Sadly, they weren't Alistair's type.

He liked his merc on the good guys's side.

“Red sand... that's that stuff that makes you biotic, right?”

Rax nodded as they drained their drink. “For a bit. I have a guy who supplies me from Ilium. C-SEC still thinks it's coming from Omega, the fucking morons!”

Yeah, they were... but now Alistair needed to find out where he was keeping it. Oh, he was going to regret this part... but it was what he needed to do. Luckily, he had a gun in his purse and a well-modified omni-tool to put up kinetic armor should he have the need.

So he smiled, finishing his drink. “Sounds thrilling. Skirting the law, working with that kind of material. You live an exciting life.”

“You don't know the half of it, Jane.” They looked at both empty drinks on the table. “Say... looks like both of us are out. I got something a little better at my place. It's not far if you want to come with... I can walk slow for you.”

Alistair smiled as he stood, straightening his skirt as he did. “Maybe you can tell me a little more about your exciting life while you're there. I've never tried... you know...”

He looked away, willing his face to blush. It was hard to do it on command, but it gave him a chance to look through his altered eyelashes. Rax was watching him, looking as though they had just won the world series.

Too bad they wasn't getting lucky tonight.

“Well, I think I could give you a taste.” They held out their arm. “Follow me, then. This place was getting a little too loud anyway.”

The pair were soon leaving Chora's Den, walking out of the club entirely. The bartender gave Alistair a concerned look, but when Rax wasn't looking he winked and patted his purse, briefly showing the outline. Then she shook her head, but smiled anyway.

It was short walk, like the merc had said. This part of the Wards was pretty run down, just like the Spectre remembered it. Luckily, they were heading for a small group of ramshackle warehouses. Honestly, it was just the place he expected someone to hide red sand.

Still... talk about keeping it right under C-SEC's nose. If Rax hadn't been so horny for a pretty face in a long skirt, they might've pulled it off longer.

“Here's my little piece of heaven.” Rax's smile turned to a smirk as they nudged Alistair closer to the door. “So uh... how about we get to know each other a little better? It's gonna be hard to do this in such a big skirt a-”

Alistair was all smiles as his eyes glowed bright blue and pinned his target against the wall. “Yes, I do believe it's going to be a little hard to do this if you keep trying to undress me with your mind. Now, about the red sand?”

Now it was going to get fun... he had plenty of sugar to work off from that Red Shepard. Might as well put it to use.

Poor Rax. All they had wanted to do was get laid. They had even been nice about it. Sadly, that's what happened when you tried to fuck a Spectre pumping you for info.

---

“So you went undercover in Chora's Den and wound up meeting with the middleman.”

Alistair nodded as he finished his compacted story. The C-SEC agent still looked incredulous, but he had filled in the needed pieces. Naturally, he had kept out the parts about him being in a dress, but they were more window dressing anyway.

“Yep. They showed me the warehouse, I restrained them when they made a move against me. Then you guys showed up.”

Turns out Rax had been sitting on a small mountain of red sand, enough to really fuck some people up. They were still working on locating their supplier, but Alistair had a feeling they had long since cut and run. After all, there hadn't been nearly enough to strike out as a solo dealer. More likely, they were just holding for someone more powerful.

But... that was one supply cut off he supposed.

“Well... you managed to clear up a red sand smuggling ring we had previously thought was connected to Omega. Not to mention a few assaults, a missing person, and a possible murder.” The C-SEC agent looked rather sheepish. “You uh... you do good work, Shepard.”

Alistair smiled as he rose. “Thank you. Can I get going, though? I need to get back to the Normandy. They kind of can't take off without me.”

“Oh uh... sure. If we hear anything else, we'll let you know...”

With that, Alistair took his leave of the station. As he did, he walked past the office of a few other officers. From the looks of things, they were clearing the cases he had managed to bust open for them with a few hours work.

Not a bad job for a Spectre.

“I don't get it... are you sure that's what she said?”

“Yeah, bartender at Chora's Den said a woman in a green, puffy dress with blonde hair was seen leaving with Rax. Nobody's seen her since.”

And then he was walking a little faster. After all, he had a ship to get back to, and a lot of questions he didn't want to answer. Besides, he had a dress he needed to iron and return once it was back to pristine condition.

He was definitely returning it this time. No more cross-dressing...

…

At least not in this dress. Green wasn't really his color, and Alice probably wanted it back. Maybe he should...

Fuck. Now this was a road he didn't want to go down.

[ratedbangtann]

✧˚₊‧𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 - 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐞𝐧 ✧˚₊‧ 𝘽𝙖𝙗𝙮, 𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝘾𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙊𝙪𝙩𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚... || 𝙆𝙞𝙢 𝙎𝙚𝙤𝙠𝙟𝙞𝙣 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚝... Pairing: Seokjin x reader Word count: 6.6K Warnings: Smut. Cunnilingus, worshipping, riding, grinding, multiple orgasms. 

Song: Baby, It's Cold Outside by Tom Jones and Cerys Matthews ✧˚₊‧

"Wow," Seokjin breathed as he opened the door to his apartment to you. You were stood in a stunning off the shoulder, red velvet dress, hugging your figure with a slit up the side of your right leg. Of course, it was far too cold to wear just that outside in the December chill, but a white faux fur coat had kept you snug on your way over.

Your red strappy heels had not, but you still wore them, perfect for the classy outfit you had adorned for your fifth date with Jin.

Yes, fifth date. It had been a couple of weeks since the first; dinner at a fancy restaurant. A couple of dinners here and there, and an evening at your apartment too; but you felt the need to dress up each time, for a man such as Seokjin.

He did too, always in slacks and a nice shirt or a suit of some kind; you looked like a power couple when you were out together, like you owned half of Seoul. But you only had a humble little job in a department store.

Tonight, he'd dressed much the same; black dress trousers with a maroon shirt tucked neatly into his trousers, a nice leather belt holding them up. He'd rolled the sleeves up to his elbows, top two buttons undone; if this was Jin on an off day, you were the luckiest damn woman on the planet.

He'd pushed his hair back tonight, forehead exposed, and he was wearing rounded glasses, needing them to be able to read the recipes and measurements for the meal he was preparing for both of you.

"Do you always dress like this, then?" he chuckled, surprised that you'd put in the same amount of effort for a night in with him than you would if you'd gone to another fancy restaurant.

"Only for you," you flirted, smirking a little.

"Well, you look breath-taking. Very festive," he complimented, leaning towards you to plant a welcoming kiss to your cheek and stepping to one side to allow you to step inside. "Can I take your coat?"

"Sure." You shuffled it off your shoulders, but Jin took the courtesy of slipping it down your arms and hanging it on the coat rack by the front door of his apartment. "Jin, your apartment is stunning..." you said in awe, gazing around at the high ceilings and large open plan kitchen and living room. It was incredibly modern, decorated with white panelled walls and dark brown leather furnishings, cream pillows and glass tables.

He'd put up a Christmas tree in the corner, draped in gold and white.

"Thank you," he chuckled, wondering back into the kitchen to continue with his preparations and to offer you a drink. You followed, heels clicking on the hardwood floor. "I'm lucky, I suppose."

"Don't put yourself down like that, you worked hard for all this. Enjoy it, flaunt it. Why not?" you shrugged with a smile. He laughed to himself.

"Something to drink, my dear?" he asked on his way to the wine rack.

"Ooh, yeah please. Glass of red if you have some," you leaned against one of the cabinets, watching him pull out what looked like a very expensive bottle of merlot and a glass from one of his cupboards.

He passed it to you, and pretentiously you sniffed it, swirling it around to get the aroma of the berries in it. He almost snorted at you, watching the display. You tasted it briefly, smacking your lips together to enjoy it.

"Beautiful," you grinned, taking a larger mouthful.

"Glad it's to madam's taste," he laughed, turning back to the stove where a pot of food was on the go.

You watched him working, listening to the radio that he'd put on before you got there. It was intriguing to watch him work, so engrossed in what he was doing. He looked like he was in his element, like he actually enjoyed cooking. You were grateful; you cooked so often it felt like a chore most days.

"Smells good," you complimented, taking another sip of your wine.

"It'll be ready soon. I've slaved and slaved, so you better enjoy it," he winked at you, stirring the contents of the bubbling pot on the stove. You giggled at him. He was so cute, always making you laugh, always the perfect gentlemen.

He had been since you met him. He'd become a regular customer in the department store you worked in, only popping back to see you. He'd made conversation a few times, and of course, recognising him you had always been shy but over time, it got easier. He liked that you treated him like a normal person, talked to him like he was human.

Eventually, he'd asked you out to dinner. He'd been too nervous to ask you face to face, simply slipping you a note on his way out of the store one day. You had to wait until the next time you saw him, but of course you had accepted.

You listened to the radio as he continued his prep the meal, taking the freshly baked bread out of the oven and chopping up some fresh veg to add to what he'd put together. You were amazed at the effort he went through.

The song on the radio ended, and the host of the show announced there was some breaking news.

"Snowstorm to hit Seoul tonight. Forecasters say it's the worst in a decade, capable of shutting the city down overnight. Advice is to stay indoors unless absolutely necessary."

"Crap," you muttered. Hopefully it wouldn't hit before you had a chance to head home.

"What?" Jin turned to face you, ignoring the radio completely.

"Radio, just said there's a snowstorm moving in. Just hope it doesn't hit yet, it's supposed to shut the city down," you explained, a little worried.

"Oh, doesn't sound good..." he mumbled, biting his lip in thought. "Well if it comes to it, you're welcome to stop over the night..."

Your heart thudded in your ears; was he suggesting...? Well, you suppose it was your fifth date. You'd kissed plenty, but only really goodbye kisses at your doorstep or a sneaky kiss in the cab ride home. But despite the obvious sexual attraction you felt towards him, you'd been fighting it.

You weren't too sure about dating etiquette... Was it after three dates you were supposed to sleep together? Five? Ten? When was the right time? It had been so long for you and you were terrified. What if you were so out of practise that you were a terrible lay; would that put Jin off?

No, you were over thinking this. He was simply offering you a roof over your head if the worst came to worst. He was a gentleman, so surely, he wasn't suggesting...? No. No, surely not. He was just being kind, if the storm hit before you could get away.

"Thank you. I might just have to run a little earlier tonight," you smiled sweetly. He nodded, turning back to the stove. He was a little disappointed, he must admit. He liked you, wanted things to move forward but of course if you weren't ready for anything like that, that was okay. He was just offering you a warm bed with a roof over your head; he was happy to sleep on his couch.

Jin finished the meal, dishing up and ushering you over to his breakfast bar where he'd set up some candles, a full dinner service laid out like a fancy restaurant. You took one of the stalls, watching as he served the dish to you with freshly baked bread and a fresh glass of wine.

"Thank you, this looks beautiful Jin," you smiled, digging in as he sat opposite you. The first mouthful was heaven, so many flavours and aromas to flood your senses. "Damn, gorgeous and you can cook... Can I keep you?" you laughed.

"If you'd like..." he raised an eyebrow, winking at you from across the table.

You took a few more mouthfuls, trying to be elegant about it but it was so damn good, you couldn't help stuffing your face. You noticed him watching you, a blush creeping onto your cheeks.

"What?" you asked, shy and self-conscious.

"You're just... You're really beautiful. Really," he smiled softly, admiring your features and the way you tried to hide your face with your hand to stop him seeing the ridiculous giddy smile plastered on it.

Dessert was just as delicious; he'd made macaroons, of all things. Delicate little macaroons in strawberry and blueberry, with a little bit of ice cream on the side.

"You went through so much trouble, you really didn't have to... Instant noodles are good enough for me," you chuckled, wiping your mouth of any lipstick that may have smudged and the few escaped crumbs.

"I'll remember for next time," he smirked. He reached across the table for you, swiping his thumb under your bottom lip gently. "Stray crumb," he mumbled, sending a little shiver down your spine.

Just his touch was driving you wild for him; you wanted nothing more than to just pull him in for a kiss, but courtesy and self-consciousness stopped you.

With dinner over, he showed you around his apartment a little more, eventually settling on the view from the large wall of windows at the far end. You could see most of Seoul from this height, with a few flakes of snow just starting to fall. You pushed it to the back of your mind. You should be okay for another hour or so, right?

You both sat down on his large couch, the dark leather creaking a little under the pressure. You crossed your legs, leaning toward him a little with your glass of wine in hand. The slit in your dress exposed your thigh to him a little, and it took a lot of self-control on Jin's part not to reach out to touch the smooth skin he could see. He bet you felt so soft...

You chatted for a while, radio still on in the background playing song after song, bits of chatter here and there. You kept an eye on the weather outside, noticing the snow getting a little heavier.

You'd been at Jin's for a couple of hours when you decided you should probably head home, snow starting to settle on the ground.

"Jin this has been so lovely, but I should head home before the snow gets too bad. It'll be impossible to get a cab otherwise," you sighed. You really didn't want to leave, but you could resume your conversation on another date.

"Oh, sure... I mean, are you sure? It's getting late and the snow is pretty bad," he turned to look out the window for emphasis; it was coming down thick and fast, obscuring the usual view of the city.

"Well, I don't want to be a bother," you protested.

"No bother at all, I'll take the couch if it makes you more comfortable. It's just... it's so cold out, y'know?" he was fumbling a little, nervous but he really, really didn't want this night to end just yet. He enjoyed your company too much.

"No, I couldn't possibly... But we can arrange another night like this; I could cook for you next time?" You stood up, Jin standing with you. You put your empty glass down on the glass coffee table, Jin already making his way begrudgingly to the front door to grab your coat for you.

He held it out, letting you thread your arms into the sleeves and turn to face him to say goodbye.

Butterflies flooded your stomach; you knew he'd kiss you again. You were trying to psych yourself up for it like you did every time. His kisses turned you to jelly, feeling like your knees would give out under you. You seemed to be rationed to just goodbye kisses but my god, you savoured them each time.

Jin shuffled his feet nervously, trying desperately to think of something to say to convince you to stay. He hated the idea of you going out into such bitter cold, pelted by snow. But he simply wanted you to stay with him, to get closer to you, hold you, kiss you... He was okay with taking things slowly, of course, but just to spend the night chatting to you more would be enough for him.

"If you can't get a cab, let me know. I'll just buzz you back in," he smiled awkwardly.

"Will do, thanks Jin. I'll see you soon?" you hoped.

"Of course. Whenever is good for you," he took a small step towards you, towering above you. He ran his hand through your hair, pushing it back as he admired your face; so stunning. "May I?" he asked. You knew what he was asking for. He asked you every time.

"You don't have to ask, Jin," you chuckled. He smiled then, leaning down to press his thick lips to yours. His hand cupped your face, gently bringing you to him as close as he could get you. Despite the gentility of his lips, he moulded them to yours effortlessly, with little movement but enough to give you that jelly-legged feeling.

He didn't move away when you thought he would, didn't pull back at all in fact. Instead, he let himself get lost in your lips, tilting his head and pressing against you with a little more hunger, a little more need.

Never had Jin used his tongue on you, but tonight he couldn't help himself, letting it wander across your bottom lip until you succumbed. You let him in, the kiss deepening so wonderfully that you simply couldn't muster the will power to break apart from him.

When he pulled back eventually it left you breathless, chasing his lips before you snapped yourself out of the little trance he'd put you in. You hummed lowly in satisfaction, eyes fluttering open to see him still looking down at you, his hand still cupping your cheek.

"Are you sure you want to go?" he asked, eyes searching your face for any hesitation. "Baby, it's cold outside..." he whispered.

He'd never called you that before, never used that particular pet name and you had to admit, you loved it. But did you want to leave? Absolutely not. The weather was battering the city and frankly, was it safe? As if you cared. Right now, you wouldn't want to leave if it were crystal clear out there.

"No..." you admitted, looking up at him again with innocence sparkling in your eyes.

Jin didn't hesitate, pulling you to him to crash his lips against yours again. He wasted no time, assaulting your lip with his tongue and resuming the deep need to explore every corner of your mouth with it. You whimpered against him, hands gripping onto his shirt desperately to pull you chest to chest with him.

His hands slid to your shoulders just underneath your coat, his large, warm hands slipping down the smooth skin to pull your coat off you again. You let go of his shirt to let it drop to the floor, pooling at your feet. His hands wound around your waist, pushing your hips against his as he continued his onslaught to your lips.

Your arms found their way around his neck, reaching up to hold him to you. You had lost yourself completely, capitulating to his every whim.

"Couch?" he mumbled against your lips, feeling like a teenager who wanted nothing more than to make out with you all god damn night.

You mulled it over quickly in your head; you wanted more. Why were you holding back? Your own insecurities? No. Jin was a gentleman, he'd take care of you. You had nothing to be worried for, no reason to be nervous. He thought you were gorgeous, he told you multiple times every time he saw you, daily through text.

"Bed," you mumbled back, your lips never disconnecting.

Jin was taken back; he hadn't expected you to want him that way, not yet at least... He was sure you were waiting until you were comfortable. Were you comfortable now? Was he? He was terrified too, knowing a woman like you deserved the very best, the most attention he could give you, the most earth-shatteringly wonderful night and it had been a while for him too, so busy with schedules and frankly, being head over heels for you for months.

He hadn't even looked at another woman.

Nevertheless, he took your hands from around his neck, pulling one of them as he finally disconnected your lips in order to lead you into his bedroom. You stumbled behind him, your heels clicking against the floor with every step.

As soon as you were in, his hands were on you again, wrapping around your waist as he pushed himself into you, lips reconnecting with yours. You wrapped your hands around his neck again, this time pressing your palms to the skin, your fingertips digging into him slightly.

As the two of you made out, tongues battling against each other with fierce passion, you made the bold move of sliding your hands down his neck, down the front of his chest and started to fiddle with the first button he'd done up on his shirt. You twisted until it popped open, moving down to the next, and the next, until all that was left was the one tucked into his pants.

His pale skin was now exposed to you, just enough to leave you wanting nothing more than to run your damn tongue from sternum to navel but you held off, taking things a little slower than your sex-starved brain would have wanted. Instead, you ran your hands down the patch that was exposed, feeling the warmth, the smoothness of his muscles under the surface.

He pushed you back by your waist for a moment, just a tiny bit to look down at you, and sweetly ask, "do you want this? Really?"

"Want you," you whispered to him, gripping onto the loose sides of his shirt and pulling him back to you. That was all the confirmation Seokjin needed. His handles fumbled with the shirt, untucking it in a hurry and pulling it apart, not giving a second thought to the button that pinged off.

You pushed it off him immediately, exposing his chest completely to you. You couldn't believe the definition in his muscles; he never flaunted it, never showed it off but he looked like he had been carved out of marble, rippling muscles in his abdomen.

He pushed you by your hips, twisting you to turn you with your back to the bed. He guided you to sit down, only disconnecting his lips to kneel down in front of you. His hands slipped down the sides of your hips, down your thighs and to the tip of your toes, worshipping ever inch. He unbuckled the little strap on your shoe, sliding it off you delicately.

He pressed his lips to the base of your ankle, trailing them up your calf with feather light kisses. Watching him, your heart raced. He really was paying attention to detail, adoring every part of you.

His hands slipped to the other leg, unbuckling the shoe and letting it fall to the ground, repeating the same kisses up your leg.

You reached behind you, just about reaching the top of your zipper to pull it down. The off-the-shoulder sleeves loosened and as you pulled them down, Seokjin's head snapped up to watch intently. He stopped you, replacing your hands with his own; he wanted to be the one to expose you, to have the honour of revealing you to him.

He dragged the velvet down, watching as the top of the dress started to roll down your chest. You hadn't worn a bra with this dress, not needing to with the way the dress held you up, but it made Seokjin's heart race when he realised. Eventually the material revealed your breasts to him with a little bounce, nipples stood to attention.

Like a man possessed he launched forward, attaching his lips to your nipple and suckling. He was completely hypnotised by you. Your head rolled back, overcome with the incredible feeling. You were already so sensitive, so ready for him that every little swish of his tongue, every soft suckle had a bolt of lightning rushing through your body.

"Jin..." you whined, one hand threading into his hair and tugging at the roots. With a pop, he stopped what he was doing, resuming the removal of your dress. He rolled it down to your hips, where your curves started to protrude. You had to lift your butt off the mattress to help him shimmy it down over your hips, and then with one quick motion he pulled it down your legs, letting it fall to the floor with your shoes.

His eyes glazed over with lust as he looked back at what he'd revealed; red lace panties, the same red as the dress.

"You're a fucking goddess," he gasped. Curses sounded so lewd on his tongue, so dirty but it suited him right now; he was entranced completely. He wanted to touch you, to feel you but above all, he wanted – no, needed, - to taste you. He pulled the lace down, shimmying it down your body too to leave you completely exposed.

You squeezed your legs shut, suddenly overcome with fear and anxiety of what he'd think of you. You felt so vulnerable.

"Please, don't hide yourself from me..." he breathed, reaching up to stroke his thumb against your cheek. "You're so beautiful. C-can I..." his free hand settled on your thigh and he bit his lip, nervous to ask for permission but he didn't want to just dive in. He didn't want to frighten you off. "Can I taste?" he asked tentatively.

You bit down on your bottom lip, nodding slowly. You watched as he spread your legs, slowly revealing your core to him. You could feel your pulse in your ears, throbbing with nerves but the second he saw you he was in awe, drooling over you as if you were the sweetest fruit in the middle of a desert. He licked his lips, took off his glasses to throw onto the bed and leaned in.

Your breath caught in your throat as he pressed his plump lips against your mound, the warmth of his breath fanning out over your skin. Goosebumps raised across your body, Jin's tongue weaving through your folds to lap up the arousal that had pooled between them.

You gasped audibly, slapping your hand over your mouth to prevent yourself from moaning aloud. Jin wouldn't have minded; he would have loved to hear you.

Jin hummed between your legs, vibrations rippling through you as he found your clit, paying special attention to it with his tongue.

You couldn't stop the moan that slipped from between your fingers, your hand falling down to the mattress again as he pushed his tongue into you more. He wrapped his hands around your thighs, hooking them over his shoulders to reach a better angle, completely enveloping you with his mouth and suckling at you.

"J-Jin..." you groaned. His fingers tightened against your flesh at the sound of his name.

He pushed his tongue further into you, past the tight rim of your entrance to get as deep as he possibly could inside you. He loved the way you tasted; so sweet. You immediately clenched around the intrusion, your whole body reacting to the feeling.

"Sh-shit," you breathed, fists clenching in the sheets beneath you. He hummed against you again, sending shockwaves through you. You had never felt so aroused in your life, never felt so cared for; you were getting close, impossibly close.

Jin never stopped, burying his face between your thighs and alternating between assaulting your clit and pushing his tongue inside you.

You clutched onto his hair again, pulling uncontrollably as your body started to spasm, orgasm building and building until one last hard suck on your clit had your body seizing, your muscles convulsing and roaring moans erupting from deep in your diaphragm.

Jin didn't care that you were pulling on his hair, or that you were writhing underneath him; he held your hips in place with his strength, still working on you as you pushed through your orgasm. But you got oversensitive, instinctively pushing his head away from you until he finally fell back against the floor, catching himself on his hands. He was out of breath, chin drenched with your juices and hair ruffled from the way you had tugged at it.

He stared at you, still with pure hunger in his eyes as you caught your breath, laying back against the bed with aftershocks crippling you. He wasn't done with you, heavy-lidded eyes trained on your every movement.

"J-Jin?" you called to him, unable to look up. At the sound of you calling to him he sat up, crawling over to you and hovering above you. He pushed your hair out of your face, gently trailing his finger down your cheek and watching as you composed yourself.

"Okay?" he asked, a little concerned that you couldn't string together a sentence. You just nodded frantically, looking up at him. He looked so stunning despite the mess you had made of his hair. Now he'd taken his glasses off you could see his eyes so much clearer, beautiful pools of chocolate brown that were darker than their usual tone.

"If it's possible, you look even more beautiful right now," he smirked, leaning down to place a soft kiss to your lips. You could still taste the remnants of yourself on his lips, but if anything, it only turned you on more so.

For a little while he continued to kiss you, lips softly moving with yours as you regained a modicum of strength. He traced patterns with his fingertips to your arms, hovering above you with an offensive amount of clothing still covering him. The longer you spent moulding your lips together, the more impatient you became. You wanted nothing more than to give yourself to him completely, and he to you.

You reached between your bodies, fiddling with the buckle of his belt and slipping it out of the loops of his trousers. You popped open the button and dragged the zipper down, reaching your hand into the material to palm Jin's erection through his underwear. Even through the cotton, you could feel his girth, his length, the veins throbbing at the surface; Jin was incredibly well endowed and the thought of him stretching you filled you with nerves.

It had been so long, and you weren't sure you'd be able to take him all at once. But honestly, the idea of being so full all because of Jin was more appealing than the threat of discomfort.

As your hand palmed his length, Jin had to squeeze his eyes shut and clench his jaw to stop from grunting like an animal. He'd been painfully hard since he had undressed you, unbelievably turned on by you and when he had been between your thighs he had been throbbing in his pants. This very small amount of contact right now was amplified heaven.

He struggled to keep his lips moving softly with yours, that same hunger bubbling away under the surface. He pressed his forehead to yours, separating your kiss in order to focus on simply not blowing his load just from the minor friction he was getting from your hand.

"Do you want me, y/n?" he asked you, his way of begging you to take this further, to finally feel you.

"Of course I do, Jin. I just..." you stopped yourself, a blush creeping back onto your cheeks as your insecurities started to rise.

"What is it?" he asked, concerned for your wellbeing. He didn't want to push you into anything, simply satisfied that you had been taken care of at least once this evening. But truth be told, you absolutely wanted him, and without telling him why you were hesitant you knew you would get nowhere.

"It's been a while and... you're um..." how could you word this delicately? "You're quite... large." He chuckled a little at that, flattered. "I'm just a little out of practise. It's been almost nine months for me," you confessed.

"Y/n, it's been over a year for me. I'm terrified," he laughed. You looked at him confused.

"A year...? But you're..."

"Busy. Very busy. And I... I haven't wanted anyone else since I met you," he averted his gaze, finally spilling the truth. He couldn't look you in the eyes, worried he'd said too much.

"If you want me, you can have me. You've got me. Just... be gentle," you smiled, guiding his chin to make him look at you again.

"I'll take good care of you, I promise..." he breathed, lips hovering close to yours once again. "You only have to tell me if you want me to stop. But I promise, if you relax then your body will react the way it needs to."

And strangely, his words immediately calmed you. You hung off every word, knowing he was right.

"Then take what you want, Jin," you encouraged, before crashing your lips to his again with the same need as you had at the front door. Your hand slipped back into his trousers, palming him again. He groaned against your mouth, the low frequencies making themselves known in the pit of your stomach.

Jin couldn't wait much longer, pushing his pants down with the waistband of his underwear to his knees, lifting them one by one to push them further down until finally he managed to shove them off after kicking his shoes off also. Your hand wrapped around his length, slowly stroking a few times and earning a few choice curses from Jin's mouth.

He sounded so good when he cursed; somehow dirtier than the average man.

He felt velvety smooth in your palm, the heaviness satisfying and the protruding vein promising a divine sensation. Without realising you were doing it you raised your legs to spread them a little, slotting Jin's hips between them. Your hips raised off the bed, desperately searching for contact. You felt his length against your hip, letting out a whine against Jin's lips.

"Jin, please..." you begged, needing him. He knew he had to go steady, if for no other reason than to ease you into your insecurities. So, before he even attempted to push his length inside you, he started with just once finger, easily slipping inside.

You gasped at the contact, walls clenching around him to feel him but it just wasn't enough; you needed a least two. And two you got, curling inside you together and scissoring you open. It felt blissful, a drawn out moan slipping from your throat.

"N-need more, Jin. Please," you implored, once again raising your hips to feel his fingers pushing deeper inside you.

"If you're ready, sweetie..." He pulled his fingers out of you, sliding them into his mouth to lick them clean before he wrapped that same hand around your thigh and lifted it enough to get himself to a good angle.

His length brushed against your heat invoking a fresh wave of arousal to flood your body. Lining himself up with your entrance he began to push into you slowly, step by step until just the first two inches were planted firmly inside you.

"Shit," he muttered, squeezing his eyes shut again as he tried to control the urge to slide himself in all the way to the hilt.

"M-more..." you begged, Jin obliging unable to deny you. He still didn't quiet bury himself inside completely, and you were getting impatient, the stretch feeling far too fucking good to continue this ridiculous pace. "Please!" you whined, wrapping your hand around the back of his neck for encouragement. It seemed to work, Jin pushing the last of himself into you and his hips sitting flush against yours.

"Holy fuck, you feel so good..." he grunted, burying his face in your neck to plant open mouthed kisses to the spot where it joined your shoulder. He started to roll his hips into you, his cock pressing against every part of you that needed attention. He felt incredible, stretching and filling you up perfectly.

With every roll of his hips he grazed against your most sensitive spot earning a moan or gasp from you each time. You couldn't keep your hips still, grinding up into him to meet his timings. He kept it slow and incredibly sensual, the temperature in the room rising rapidly and leaving a sheen of sweat covering the both of you.

But you wanted more control, wanted to be the one to not only bring yourself to your climax on his cock, but him too. So using you your strength, you pushed on his broad shoulders at an angle that had him rolling off you onto his side. His brows knitted together in confusion, but he soon realised your intentions when you swung your leg over his hips and sat on top of him.

Immediately you guided him back to your entrance, sinking down on him until once again, he was completely buried in you. You splayed your hands on his chest and used the leverage to roll your hips on him, in control of your own pleasure.

Jin watched in awe as you took control, a new confidence exuding from you as you threw your head back. You looked so beautiful like this; lost in the feeling, your body coated in the shiny sheen of sweat. He loved the way your breasts bounced with every movement, how your thighs tensed and jiggled as you worked the muscles to move.

"J-Jin..." you groaned, "Fucking hell."

"So perfect, you know that?" he praised, gripping onto your hips for added effect as you rode him. He sat up a little, shuffling just enough to press your chest to his. He wanted to be close to you, to wrap his arms around you as you moved and kiss your lips, your neck, your chest as you worked so hard to get the both of you off.

With the oversensitivity of your first orgasm and the new sensation of being full of Jin, you were quickly finding yourself reaching another undoing frightfully quickly. Jin could feel his too, too turned on to be able to fight it off much longer. He wanted you to cum first, to feel the way you would clench on him.

In order to get you to your high quicker, he lowered a hand between the two of you, using two fingers to rub stimulating circles to the extremely sensitive bundle of nerves. Just from his touch, he felt your walls clenching around his cock.

"That's it, sweetie. Does it feel good, hmm?" he asked, watching your face contorting into expressions that flickered between bliss and exhaustion.

"S-so good, feels so good," you spluttered, the pace of your hips rolling becoming faster and faster the closer you got to orgasm. Jin pressed his lips to your chest again, sloppily leaving kisses to the skin and dipping between your breasts whilst somehow keeping his fingers circling in a steady rhythm.

You groaned and whimpered, Jin cursing under his breath and grunting like an animal as the pair of you hurtled towards an end.

"Jesus, I'm... I'm cumming, Jin, I-" you cried, wrapping your arms tighter around his shoulders and leaning over, your head lolling forward as the rush of endorphins flooded your brain. Jin held you with both hands, abandoning your clit as you thrust your hips for the last few times, unable to keep going any longer.

"Shit, y/n..." he hissed, feeling your walls tightening on his cock impossibly and pushing him further and further to cum himself. But you couldn't move your hips any longer, and Jin was still trying his hardest to keep you going.

Sensing your exhaustion, he leaned back a little, letting you lay on top of him as he held his weight up with one hand and used it to steady himself as he began pistoning his hips into you with you bent over just enough to give the room to push into you over and over.

All you could do was whimper, feeling totally spent and still pulsing between your legs as Jim chased after his own high. You wanted to make him feel good, wanted to do something for him but you simply couldn't, instead clinging to him with your arms draped around his neck. With each oversensitive thrust, you dug your nails into his shoulder blades, leaving red scratch marks in his skin.

It only spurred him on, his hips fucking up into you faster and harder as the tension in his groin came to a head. With another few deep, hard thrusts, his rhythm faltered and he spilled his load inside you with an absolutely feral growl.

He collapsed backwards with you still attached to him, the both of you laying out of breath and sensitive. He was slowly starting to soften inside you but frankly neither you nor he had the energy to do anything about it. So instead, you just lay together, your hearts racing and sweat dripping from your bodies.

"Holy shit..." he breathed, running his hands over his face. "I know it's been... a while, but..." he paused to take deep breaths, "it was never like that... Fuck."

"N-never," you stuttered, turning your head towards him and pressing your lips softly to his cheek. "Incredible." You both chuckled through the deep breathing, moving ever so slightly to get yourself comfortably slotted in place with one another where you lay.

"I knew you were perfect," he smirked, looking own at your reddened face. "I just knew it." You just grinned at him; even now, he was so full of compliments.

"Thank you," you said in such a small voice that Jin thought he'd missed it.

"For...?"

"Taking care of me. Not pushing me. Making sure this was what I really wanted. You're nothing but a gentleman," you beamed. He really had been, save for the curse words you'd heard escape his mouth and the lewd acts he performed on you when hypnotised by you.

"It's how I was brought up; always a gentleman. Except when I'm not..." he flirted, hidden promises of future encounters much like tonight slotted into his remark. You giggled, a shyness overwhelming you. You most definitely wanted to find out just how much of a gentleman Seokjin wasn't...

You lay quiet for a moment, both of you just enjoying being together. You felt so close to him now, taking that next step in the relationship you were working towards together. But there was one last thing you hadn't yet done...

"Is it arrogant of me to assume I'm staying with you tonight, then?" you asked with a smirk. Clearly, you weren't going anywhere, and a night snuggled up with post-sex Jin was exactly that one last thing you wanted to do for now.

"Well you could try and get home, there might be some cabs running..." he suggested just to tease. "But baby, it's cold outside..." ✧˚₊‧𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬‧₊˚✧ - 𝘍𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦