#embarrassed at how much I dropped the ball on that. was so busy just trying to understand things I forgot basic investigative shit

[zygomantic]

Nanami comforting a sad/depressed fem reader after he comes home from work. (Had a horrible day/week and need any kind of comfort)

A/n: Honestly same. Always happy to provide comfort, thank you for your request! This is very short but it is what it is. Also, reader could be considered gender neutral.

You're not alone.

Synopsis: Your husband Nanami comes home from work and finds you crying on the couch. He helps you through it.

Content Warnings: Mentioned Depression, negative thoughts

You blankly stared at the TV, which by now had been running for multiple hours. You'd spent your hours flicking through channels and streaming services, hoping to find anything interesting to pass the time until your husband came home.

Your frustration grew the longer you searched. Why did this have to be so complicated? Fuck, it just added to the pile shit that didn't work like you wanted to. Your job was stressing you out and you knew the next months weren't going to be any more relaxed. Nanami was just as busy, mission after mission keeping him away from home. You missed him but didn't fault him for doing his job.

Since this morning you were feeling down, and though you'd struggled with depression in the past, it usually didn't creep up this fast or suddenly. You knew very well that you were still recovering and that recovery wasn't a linear process, but a small part of you felt disappointed in yourself for feeling like this again.

Or maybe you felt comfortable like this. It was so easy, so familiar. If you were really on the way back to depression, you didn't think you had any strength left to pull you out of it again and forcing Nanami to help you made you feel selfish. It wasn't his problem that your mind was broken and your thoughts shitty.

It was all too much and your nose started burning, then your eyes watered and you didn't bother stopping the tears as they escaped. A headache had begun to form in the back of your head and you just sobbed harder.

By the time a key turned in the front door lock your face was soaked with tears and your eyes were red and puffy. You must've looked horrible, because Nanami's eyes furrowed as he walked into the room and saw you. You hadn't even hear him call out your name when he entered, too absorbed in your thoughts.

Nanami didn't bother hanging up his jacket, just dropped it to the floor and immediately made his way over to you. His hand was on your back, rubbing soothing circles into it as he tried to figure out what was wrong. First, however, he needed you to breathe.

"Darling, can you hear me?" His voice must've registered somewhere in your mind because you nodded, despite having already forgotten what he asked. "Good," he said, continuing his comforting. "I need you to breathe, dear. You remember the box breathing, right?" Another nod. "Alright. Now breathe in for four," he instructed and you tried to follow, not counting the seconds but still trying. "Hold for four," you did, "and exhale for four. Now pause for four."

It became easier after the first minute and Nanami walked you through every second of it. Once you'd gotten your breathing back under control, new tears threatened to escape at the though of how much of a burden you were. Always making him take care of you like you're a child or baby, how embarrassing.

"Don't." You looked up at your husband in confusion. "I can tell when you're thinking poorly of yourself. Don't do that. Please."

Your voice was quiet as you answered. "Okay." You pulled your legs up under the blanked and curled up into a ball.

Nanami's hand was still rubbing your back. "Can you tell me what caused this? What's going on? "

"I'm sorry. Sorry." Tears streaked down your face and Nanami's warm, big hand swiped them away carefully.

"There's nothing to be sorry for. We all have our off days. I'm sorry yours had to be today." His voice was so deep, so comforting, almost like a light to cling to while the rest of the world was trying to drown you.

"Work's just been..." You trailed off, not really wanting to think about all the things you had to do and the insane amount of paperwork that had to filed until the end of the not to mention the coworker that-

"Stressful?" His voice ripped you out of your thoughts again. "I get what that's like. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"I- just don't leave. Please. I don't want to go back to feeling like I did months ago. I can't- I-" Your throat closed up just speaking about theast time your depression hit you hard.

"I'm not letting you do this alone. I promise." His hand pulled you into his body for a hug and you melted into him. "I'm here for you. Always."

"Thank you." He almost didn't hear you, you were so quiet. "Thank you so much."

[naivegh0ul]

i had a vision of cockwarming ghost while he's in a meeting and had to write it

(warnings: smut, fem reader, cockwarming, exhibitionism, degradation, choking, public sex, rough sex, PiV)

(word count: 1,111)

You don't exactly remember how you got here, snuggled up on Ghost's lap, your arms wrapped around his neck and his cock plunged deep inside you.

You can hear the team talking, something about an illegal arms deal, but you're not really listening, your mind too fuzzy to pay attention. A sigh escapes your lips as you sit still and rest your head on Ghost's shoulder, feeling his chest vibrate as he talks.

After a while of this, sitting on Ghost's lap as he and the team talk business, you find yourself getting a bit restless. You squirm just a little, hips wiggling as you scoot forward on Ghost's lap.

Ghost's cock jostles inside you as you move around, his tip bumping into your sweet spot and making you whine. Ghost's voice hitches slightly but he continues, choosing to simply ignore you.

You pout at this and tilt your head upwards, looking up at Ghost with a needy expression. "What?" He grunts, looking back at you annoyedly. "You want my attention? Is that it?" Ghost asks.

Nodding your head, you hear Ghost let out a sigh and he plants his hands on your hips. Suddenly, he raises you up, leaving only the tip inside before he slams you back down harshly, his thighs slapping against yours.

You cry out from the sudden mix of pain and pleasure, your cunt tightening and gushing slick all over his shaft. "Oh, is this too much for you, baby?" Ghost asks meanly as he continues to raise you up off his cock and drop you back down, his tip kissing your cervix painfully as his broad hands dig into the meat of your hips.

"That's too bad. I'm busy, so either take what I give you or you don't get anything at all." He sighs, turning his attention away from you as he listens to the Captain, leaning back in his seat and giving his opinion as if you're not even there.

You try to keep quiet so as to not disturb the men any more than you already have but it's hard. Ghost's cock is filling you to the brim, making you release little, breathy moans, and the lewd squelching of your cunt can be heard any time there's a lull in conversation.

It's embarrassing and you can't help but whimper, your eyes wet and teary as "uhn"s and "ah"s escape your mouth . "Ghost..." You mewl, hands clawing at Ghost's shoulders as you shudder and tighten around him.

"Quiet, sweetheart. The men are talking." Ghost shushes you with a hand over your mouth. You just have to sit there and take it, thighs sticky with your juices and your body limp as Ghost uses you like a toy, blatantly ignoring you.

It doesn't take much for that familiar coil to curl in your gut, for the heat to build and make your moans become louder, although slightly muffled from Ghost's hand over your mouth. Ghost is only using one hand to pick you up now, making it more of him lifting you up slightly and grinding into you.

You attempt to warn Ghost of your impending orgasm by tightening around him and reaching up to remove his hand from your face. "Shut up." Ghost hisses as you pry his hand off of your mouth and whine up at him, your words jumbled as you pant and moan.

"But- I'm gonna- I... I..." You stutter out. Ghost seems to snap, standing up out of his chair and bringing you with him, still buried deep inside you.

"You can't follow simple fucking orders, can you? I tell you to be quiet and you think that means 'be louder'." He growls as he swipes papers off the table, letting them flutter to the floor as he drops you on to the wood.

His hands wrap around your throat, applying enough pressure to make you choke, your legs kicking as your brain goes fuzzy from the lack of oxygen. Ghost's hips pull back and thrust forward at a brutal pace as he starts to fuck you again, his balls slapping against your ass as the meeting table rocks from the force of his thrusts.

"You're gonna be a good girl and shut the fuck up, isn't that right?" Ghost says as he releases his grip on your throat for a moment, watching as you suck in a big breath of air and cough, your pussy tightening around him with each sputter.

"Yeah- ngh, yes. Yes, sir." You nod your head obediently, not entirely sure what you just agreed to but happy to agree nonetheless. You lay there helplessly as Ghost thrusts into you harshly and your tits bounce, your hands coming up to tug on your sensitive nipples as Ghost ruins you.

"You're not even fucking listening, are you?" Ghost chuckles as he sees the cockdrunk, delirious look in your eyes. He doubles down on his efforts at that revelation, determined to fuck you stupid.

"Uh-uh." You shake your head from side to side with a cheeky smile on your face, giggling mindlessly. Your silly laughs trail off into loud moans as Ghost tilts his hips upwards slightly, hitting your cervix with terrifying precision.

"That's what I thought. Just a stupid slut with an eager pussy." Ghost hooks your legs over his shoulders as he speaks and wraps his hands around your throat once more.

Soon enough, that same heat is returning. Your thighs shake as you look up at Ghost with wide eyes, lips parted as choked moans escape and overwhelmed tears spill down your face.

Ghost removes one hand from your throat, keeping the other wrapped firmly around the column of your neck and he rubs your clit with his thumb quickly, drawing tight circles on the sensitive bud.

Your back arches at the sudden stimulation, hands slapping down onto the table as you struggle to find purchase on something, anything. You don't get time to consider more options before you're cumming, cunt clenching as you cream on Ghost's cock.

Ghost growls out a low, "Fuck." before he's spilling inside you, staining your insides with his release. He pants over you, catching his breath as you lay lifelessly on the table, thighs twitching slightly and your eyes shut in pure bliss.

"So that's what it takes to shut you up, huh? A quick fuck and some guy's load? Whore." Ghost picks you up off the table, carefully lifting up your sore and sweaty body as he sits back down in his chair, keeping his soft cock inside you for the time being.

"Sorry about that, lads. Continue." Ghost grunts, getting right back to business.

[gyuwoncheol]

Man On A Mission

Pair: Joshua x f.reader

Genre: Fluff, very slight angst

Summary: Plans are made and the surprise is all set, but what happens when you’re suddenly refusing to be Joshua’s Valentine’s date? Will your boyfriend get your sweet yes in time for the big day or will he have to force it out of you? Good thing this sexy gentleman has a few tricks up his sleeve.

Warning: slight angst if you squint, lots of playful teasing, Shua and oc being menaces to each other, making out, suggestive content.

WC: 2.8k

Author’s Note: Happy (belated) Valentine’s Day! This is my piece for @svthub Cupid For You Collab - Valentine’s Gift Exchange. This is very much dedicated for my Valentine @shuadotcom 🩷 I’m so sorry this is late 😭 I would’ve really wanted to publish this on the 13th but your valentine has been very sickly these past few days. I hope you enjoy this as much I enjoyed writing the antics I wrote for you and your beloved Joshua. I love you so much!!! To the moon and back 😉 The biggest thanks as well to my dearest @wongyuseokie for being so patient with me and helping me out with all my questions AND for organizing this event! Ily 😘

Svthub’s Cupid For You Collab Masterlist

“You can’t be serious right now,” you frown in shock.

“SURPRISE!” Your boyfriend exclaims.

You turn around fully to face him, “babe… I thought we agreed on no surprises? And no extravagant gifts?”

A cheesy grin flashes on Joshua’s face but when he notices how serious you actually are, his once excited expression starts to fall.

You really should’ve known that when you both agreed on a simple staycation for Valentine’s, your CEO boyfriend would do anything but. However, when he mentioned to you about how busy he would be this week trying to close a merger deal, you thought perhaps simple would be possible. So when he asked you to join him for a lunch with business partners in a fancy hotel the day before Valentine’s, you didn’t actually think it was all a trap to just get you both checked in in the presidential suite for an overnight stay.

Joshua observes you a bit more before answering, suddenly feeling embarrassed and scared, “do you not… like it? I mean, I can still cancel the booking and then we can go do—“

“Baby, no,” you interrupt, “it’s not that I don’t like it, it’s just… not what we agreed on.”

“Well you said you wanted a staycation, right?” Isn’t this what that is? A nice place just less than an hour away from the city, perfect view, nice amenities, a good looking boyfriend. But I mean, if you’re not into it, I might still be able to get us those Bali tickets I canceled last week.”

“You what?!”

“Mr. and Mrs. Hong?” The small voice of the hotel receptionist calls you both and Joshua is thanking the heavens you were given no time to further interrogate him.

“It’s Miss y/l/n,” you immediately correct her and Joshua frowns at how quick you were to dissociate from him, sweat starting to bead on his forehead as he ponders how his extravagant surprise might have really upset you.

“Oh, my apologies miss y/l/n. Anyway, I just wanted to inform you that your suite is ready. Here are your room keys and you will be assisted to your room.” You kindly thank the receptionist and make your way through the hotel lobby.

The elevator ride up to the top was silent and awkward. Joshua consistently bounced on the balls of his feet from nerves. However, when the doors to your suite open, your jaw drops and your feet automatically lead you towards the floor-to-ceiling windows that boast a 180 degree view of the city. You didn’t even notice the bell man wishing you both a pleasant stay or hear your boyfriend carefully approach you. You could see the concrete jungle of the business district yet so beautifully backdropped by the sprawling mountains in the distance. You never thought much of your city, it wasn’t exactly a tourist destination in itself, but now that you’re looking at it from hundreds of feet above, you realise it has a charm of its own.

“I take it you want to stay?” Joshua asks as he observes the glimmer in your eyes.

You finally peel your gaze from the view and turn to your boyfriend who’s carrying an apologetic look on his face.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he grabs your hands and sandwiches them between his, “I just thought this would be nice and I know you didn’t want to do anything big but I also know you like surprises and I just really wanted to give you the perfect Valentine’s I could pla–“

“Who said I’d be your Valentine’s?”

At that very moment, all color drains from your boyfriend’s face. His mouth is agape, eyebrows raised and eyes are round as ever. Complete and utter shock wash over him and then you see pain, his eyes show early signs of wetness and he starts to blink hard and that’s when you burst out in laughter.

“I’M KIDDING!” You laugh loudly, hands cupping his face and you just hear him take a deep breath.

“Babyyyy,” he whines and you’re completely melting at the pout etched on his face.

“Aww, babe,” you peck his lips before embracing him tightly. He takes a few more seconds wrapped in your arms, trying to let his heartbeat stabilize from the prank you just pulled. “I was just kidding. I think.”

“You think?” He pulls back and catches the mischievous smile on your face. “What does that mean?”

“Hmm… well for starters, you just assumed, you didn’t even ask me, and then–“

“Okay so will you be my Valentine?” Your boyfriend rushes out and if you just weren’t feeling playful, it would be a definite yes right then and there.

“I’ll think about it,” you shrug. “This wasn’t exactly how I thought we’d spend the holiday, you know. I thought we’d only meet with Mr. Min today.”

“Well, I had to find a way to get you to come here with me.”

“Yeah, but what happened to no surprises, Josh? Didn’t we agree on a simple Valentine’s, just a staycation? No fancy gifts and just our favorite food?”

“If you think about it, we’re still in the city, so it’s still a staycation. And we can still have our favorite food!”

“And yet… what was that I heard awhile ago? You had plans to take me to Bali? Hmm??”

“Okay, fine…” your boyfriend slumps in defeat, “but that was honestly booked before we even agreed on anything. And then I canceled when you said you didn’t want anything too extravagant. C’mon baby,” Joshua prods, his arms wrapping around your waist, “I’m still somewhat following the agreement. I just… I really want to make this special for us. Please let me?”

“Okay, I’ll let you,” you smile at the sincerity of your most loving boyfriend. You truly appreciate the effort he’s putting into this, but just like the dynamic of your relationship, what’s a romantic holiday without a little fun? “But I’m still not saying yes to being your Valentine… not yet.”

He sees the wink you just gave him as you walk away and he rolls his eyes. “So that’s how you wanna play it, huh?”

You dramatically turn around before letting yourself fall on the large couch by the living room, “oh whatever could you mean, my love?”

Sometimes, Joshua just hates how you may just be as mischievous as he is, if not more. But he also adores your playful side, especially when it makes him think outside of the box. When he sits beside you on the couch, he’s immediately pulling you onto his lap, hands roaming up and down from your waist to your thighs. “I’ll get you to say yes,” he answers confidently.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhmm… before midnight.”

“A deadline, I like that,” you nod in approval, “let the games begin, babe.”

Joshua scoffs, “they already have.” A searing kiss is delivered to you that you almost fall over if your boyfriend hadn’t had his muscular arms supporting your back. When you’re finally responding back, Joshua is surprisingly the first to groan, but could you blame him? Your lips were full and soft and it didn’t help at all that your hips have decided to grind against his crotch. He’s sucking on your bottom lip and when they part to grant him entrance, the CEO wastes no time in exploring with his tongue. He hears you moan once, twice, and then he’s pulling your pelvis down as he bucks his hips to meet yours.

“Will you be my Valentine?” He asks in a muffled rush while trailing down your neck, hoping you’d be caught off guard. But Joshua should’ve known, you took your games just as seriously as he did.

“Not so fast, baby.” You giggle, pushing him back against the couch. “You’re not gonna get me in one try.”

There’s a genuine laughter shared between the both of you but when you feel Joshua’s hand begin to pull down the strap of your blouse, you gasp in shock, scaring the man beneath you, “what is it?”

“Babe! I don’t have clothes!”

“Even better,” he smirks.

“No!” You swat his hand away when he attempts another kiss. “I mean, we’re staying the night, right? I didn’t pack anything. Oh my god! I don’t even have my skincare!”

“Okay, calm down,” he rubs your arms, “I have it under control. I’ve packed for you, yeah? Clothes, skincare, even some accessories. Just… except maybe underwear.”

“Babe!”

“What? You won’t really need it anyway.”

“Joshua!” You scold louder this time.

“I’M KIDDING!” He laughs like a maniac, “I brought you… a few.”

To be very fair with your boyfriend, he stayed true to his promise of a staycation. While the hotel you were at had a luxury shopping center directly below it, he knew you just wanted to laze around in the comfort of your suite. Room service was ordered for your lunch, you both watched your favorite movie on the large built-in flat screen on the wall and now, you’re sighing happily sprawled out on the bed wrapped in the hotel’s fluffy bathrobe.

“Someone’s happy,” Joshua notes, settling beside you.

“Are you kidding me? That was the best massage I’ve ever had in my life!” If you were being honest, your whole body felt like jelly, in a good way, it’s as if you could still feel the masseuse’s skillful hands kneading away the knots on your lower back. “I think I might just marry her.”

“Wow, okay???” Your boyfriend takes offense.

“If she asked me to be her Valentine, it’s a yes,” you stick your tongue out at him and before you know it, you’re smothered in tickles from your boyfriend.

“What did you just say?!” He challenges and you want to trigger him more but you’re simply reduced to a fit of squirming giggles underneath his muscular body.

“S-s-sttooooppp!”

Your wrists are conveniently pinned down above your head as you try to squirm away, your body encased between his legs, and a pair of scrunched up brows and pursed lips are staring you down, “Not until you say yes to being my Valentine!”

“No!” You deny him, “the more you tickle me, the more I’ll say no.”

This actually catches his attention and he lets go of you. “Wow, I didn’t think that would work.”

“I’m just nice,” he proudly grins, “and that’s why I’d make the perfect Valentine’s date.”

“Mhmm, probably. You are a gentleman, after all.”

Joshua wiggles his finger at you disapprovingly, “I believe the exact term you’re looking for is a sexy gentleman.”

You both share a laugh at the inside joke that began a few years back in his workplace and has simply stuck until now. “Speaking of,” his tone turns a bit more serious, “I know you just wanna be lazy in bed all day but if it’s okay with you, will you let this sexy gentleman take you to dinner tonight? It’s just going to be in the restaurant downstairs and I made sure to ask the staff to place us where it’s more quiet and secluded.” Big doe eyes stared at you and while you did want to tease Joshua a little more, the sincere look on his face proved too difficult to even playfully deny.

“Okay, I’ll go, but I’m still not your Valentine date. There’s still a few more hours to woo me, Joshua Hong.”

He scoffs and then smiles, leaving a kiss on your cheek before hopping out of bed, “I’ll get that yes before midnight.” It’s cool and confident, and somehow, you’re beginning to lose your resolve.

“What is this?!” you gasp as you open the small hand carry luggage that your boyfriend had packed for you. It was the first time you had gone through it, completely trusting him when he said he had brought all your essentials. You also didn’t feel the need to go through the bag earlier as you had no plans but to live in the fluffy robe the hotel provided.

“What?” Joshua snickers.

You squint your eyes at him, knowing his agenda a little too well. “This,” you mutter coldly, raising up the lingerie with your hands. It was skimpy and it was lacey, and most of all, it was your boyfriend’s favorite. He tries to act innocent but a cheesy grin breaks out on his face anyway and you just roll your eyes at his antics. However, rummaging through the rest of the bag for underwear that had more coverage proved to be unsuccessful. “Just three pairs of lingerie? Nothing else. Really?”

“Hey, no! I packed four. Four pairs of lingerie. All of which are my favorite,” a boyish grin on his face.

“You couldn’t even bring me at least one comfy pair of panties for sleeping?” You pout.

“Not when we’ll be sleeping naked, no. But your nightgown is there,” your boyfriend earns another roll of your eyes and now he’s really giggling with mischief. “C’mon babe, don’t pout. Any of those four will fit perfectly with…” he runs to the closet and then quickly comes back with a huge white box in his hands that had a big black ribbon tied around it.

“Babe,” you gasp silently when you manage to open the box and pick up the beautiful dress that was folded neatly inside. It came in your favorite color and in a style that complimented your curves well. “This is too much,” you say just above a whisper, “I thought no more gifts?”

“Well, this isn’t really a gift. It’s more like… hmmmm…” your boyfriend purses his lips, “giving you something to wear for dinner. I can’t have you walking in the restaurant in just your lingerie! That’s only for my eyes to see!”

You should’ve been annoyed really, he was coming up with the most mischievous excuses to break the agreement you both made, but the way Joshua was pouting and huffing towards the end of his sentence had you smiling like a love struck teenager.

“I love you so much,” you smile and wrap your arms around your boyfriend, planting a kiss on his lips.

“I love you too, baby.”

And you both did, you really loved each other so much. Mischief and jokes were common between you and Joshua; he was equally playful as you are, but no matter how much you teased each other, every single ‘I love you’ that came out of your mouths was always said meaningfully.

“Baby?” your boyfriend asks in the middle of your scrumptious dinner, “do you think Valentine’s is overrated?”

You’re slightly taken aback by the question, especially since the topic before this was how Joshua managed to win the chubby bunny contest during your friend group’s Christmas dinner.

“Uhmm.. “

When you realize he looked dead serious about his query, you give it some thought before answering him, “I see why it could be. It is quite a capitalistic holiday and well, Saint Valentine did die a gruesome death on this day, but I do think that if your Valentine is the right person, it doesn’t really matter if it’s overrated or not.”

Josh is listening intently to your words, his thumb slowly rubbing the back of your hand, “So… you don’t think all my surprises today are overrated, right?” There’s a curious look behind his eyes and your heart physically squeezes at the sight of it.

“Oh, love…” you sigh and scoot your chair right by his side, cupping his cheek and giving him a kiss that you hoped would wipe his worries once and for all, “You could’ve surprised me with a trip to the moon and I would still hop on that spaceship with you volunta–”

Joshua gasps loudly, “Now, how did you know that’s where we’re going tomo–”

“Babe!” you laugh and shove him lightly, “Even if you weren’t kidding, I’d go with you. I told you, even the most possibly overrated thing you could think of will not be overrated as long as it’s with you.”

“Ohhh, so I am your Valentine tomorrow, huh?” The proudest, most obnoxious smirk breaks out on your boyfriend’s face, his chin is held up high and one brow raised approvingly. It takes a few seconds for you but when you realize what he’s done— falling perfectly into his trap— your jaw simply hangs low.

Your boyfriend is quick to tuck his hand below your chin, “close your mouth babe, else a bug might fly in.”

You scoff at the remark but honestly, Joshua isn’t able to hear you amidst his cackling, and you absolutely abhor how he’s gotten you to slip so easily.

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t,” the laugh is evil and confident, and you want to punch his stupid annoying grin away, “you loooooove me, quite literally to the moon AND back.”

Damn him, you thought, because he’s right, you love him, to the moon and back.

As if he wasn’t proud enough, your boyfriend seals your defeat by grabbing your neck to kiss you fervently only to then raise his fist in victory, “one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind, AND a Valentine’s date for Joshua Hong!”

[hey-august]

Edging anon: Alternate take on this that is more cute and a bit silly rather than hot (Altough I personally still think it’s pretty hot), that I still liked and wanted to share:

It’s fun to tease the little captain while your man’s away at sea, that was the whole point of this excercise from the start. Give that poor little thing (well, big thing actually, with just enough girth to satisfy you immensely and a cute, pinkish tip that makes your mouth water when you look at it) a few light touches during the day, just linger a bit too long after you helped him answer the call of nature, be extra gentle when you tuck this pretty cock in at night…. But also it’s oddly bittersweet to do so while Buggy is out and about. It’s sexy to be so MEAN to him, but also Buggys magic to his cock is frustratingly more reliable the Denden connection in the waters he’s charting trough.

So it’s frustrating to wait on him like this at times. Not even because of sex, but because your funny, handsome, silly clown man isn’t there with you to hold you at night or try to make you stay in bed longer even tough he KNOWS you both have a busy schedule today. It’s hard not being there when he has a bad night, he’ll, it’s harder not knowing if he has a bad night PERIOD and if a warm hug from you would help more making it better than your hand on his dick.

And you can’t help but think about that while you absently wash his cock before you are about to get ready for bed. Carefully, taking the soft washcloth and drawing a big swipe tracing the vein on the underside. This is fun, truly it is fun, but this week has been hard for you in a non sexual manner just as much as it has been (both sexual and non sexual) for Buggy.

A twitch in your hand brings you back to the present. Oh well, just two more days and he’ll be home. Still, you want to somehow make him know hes loved and you miss him, so you decide to give the little captain a little kiss, right below the head of his dick, the peckish and soft kind, a tender little reminder that you want his entire back home beyond just sexual desire.

The spurt of cum shoots out of the cock in your hand so suddenly you accidentally drop it back into the tub in surprise. The load he just blew was HUGE. The streaks barely missed your right eye and you’re certain some of it got behind your ear as well as your hair. You hadn’t noticed how long you’ve been holding him while you were reminiscing about him, but even then, that a tiny little kiss made him cum like a bull is surprising.

You look in disbelief at the cock pathetically twitching and returning to its softened stated under the water. You never realized cocks could look embarrassed. You carefully retrieve Buggys privates from the water, realizing both cock and balls are still going trough the aftershock of a damn fucking good orgasm, spasming every so often.

You almost drop him again when the telltale purupurupuru alerts you to Buggy apperantly being in waters with a better connection now. You pick up the phone, trying not to look into the, now red nosed, snails eyes, because you know where this conversation will be headed and you already feel bad for it’s innocence.

„Buggy.“ „YEAH OKAY SO TURNS OUT THE AREA IS FULL OF SEABEASTS!“ „Buggy is okay-„ „SO I PROBABLY WONT MAKE IT HOME FOR LIKE ANOTHER WEEK-„ „Buggy it’s okay, you were just“ „OR ANOTHER MONTH OR MAYBE EVEN EVER WHO KNOWS WHAT THESE THINGS MAY DO TO ME! MAY EVEN DIE OUT HERE! SUCH A SHAME!“ „Buggy, I think it’s cute you liked it so mu-„ „OH LOOK AT THIS! A HOLE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE OCEAN! WHAT A SHAME! TOO BAD, SO SAD! SEE YOU NEVERHOPEFULLYGODDAMNPLEASEFORGETTHATHAPPENEDPLEASE!!“

Being apart from you was difficult. It was hard. Buggy didn't think it was going to be this hard all the time.

It was cute at first. Sweet. You were always teasing him - sneaking up to tickle him, wrapping your arms around him so tightly that he honked, pinching his ass in public, sitting in his lap and "accidentally" moving too much. So even if you weren't physically together (well, more than you currently were), all your taunting touches made Buggy feel like you were right there.

But as the trip dragged on, the frustrations built up. Frustration that you weren't with him. That he couldn't jack off, fuck you, or come at all. That he hardly had enough time to talk to you over a spotty staticky connection.

Buggy thought about asking you for...a favor. Just once. Something little. Quick. Just the tip, you know? But he couldn't bring himself to actually say the words during the handful of calls you two had. How shitty would that be? "Hey, how have you been? Everything okay? Taking care of yourself? Great, can you rub one out for me?"

Fuck no.

...maybe he should have asked though. That might have been better than what actually happened.

Buggy wouldn't admit it, but he liked the nighttime "baths." Even if the routine left him painfully hard and pent up, he enjoyed the attention. It was comforting.

As you dragged the washcloth along his cock, all he could think about was your tongue doing the same. Fuck, he could practically feel your breath, like you were leaning in taste him.

The moment your lips touched his burning skin, it was all over. So soft and plush against his erection. Buggy didn't stand a chance. He felt like the floor was pulled out from under him.

He was doubled over and groaning. Knees weak, threatening to give out. His mind was reeling, trying to catch up to what his body was experiencing. How was there so much fucking cum?

It was like a wet dream but worse. Buggy felt like he should have known it was coming. Ugh. Coming. Fuck fuck fuck. Fuuuuuuuck. You just watched his detached dick explode after a kiss. Not even a sloppy slutty kiss with tongue and spit. Nope. Just a little bit of chaste affection.

Shit, what's he supposed to do now?

[gunilslaugh]

How would xdh react to catching you watching edits of them

I hope you enjoy reading your request! :)

All members o_o

Summary: Xdinary Heroes reaction when they catch you watching edits of him.

WC:~1.7k

Warning:none

photo not mine credits to owner.

Gunil

Gunil and you were just chilling, each doing your own things while also enjoying the presence of one another. You sat on the couch scrolling through your phone when you came across an edit of Gunil, who was conveniently away in the bathroom. You slipped in your headphones and hit play on the edit, watching the clips of your boyfriends flash on your screen. Being too immersed in the edit to hear Gunil come back from the bathroom. Upon arriving back Gunil saw you smiling brightly at your phone and naturally grew curious as to what was making you smile like that, so he walked up behind you to take a peep at your phone. He became simultaneously smug and shy, discovering the reason behind your smile. 

“Wow what a handsome guy,” Gunil spoke, startling you into dropping your phone. Your cheeks flamed pink with embarrassment. 

“I didn’t hear you come back,” you muttered out awkwardly. 

“You were a bit busy.” He nodded his head in the direction of your phone that landed in your lap. Another wave of embarrassment hit you, but this time you shook it off.

“Yeah you left me alone, so I was left with nothing better to do then watch edits of a handsome guy,” you say. Now Gunil’s cheeks are flaming pink,but he won’t let his shyness defeat his smugness. 

“Well now a handsome guy is right in front of you.” He leaned closer to you, putting his face right in front of yours. The two of you hold eye contact before bursting out into a fit of giggles. Later he asks you to send the edit to him. Not because he wants to watch it himself, but because it reminds him of the smile you had while watching it.

Jungsu

Shoulders and legs were ghosting against each other as you and Jungsu sat side by side on his bed, leaning against the wall. Either of your attentions were captured by your phones, but your free hands were captured by each others. Sitting linked in between the two of you, occasionally letting go for whatever reason, then returning back. Flashing from your phone screen caught Jungsu’s attention, making his eyes shift to your screen. He becomes shocked to find he is illuminating your phone screen. 

“Are you really watching an edit of me when I’m right beside you?” You look over at Jungsu to see his surprised and slightly bashful face and let out a chuckle. 

“I didn’t think that you would notice,” you admitted. “It’s not like I was actively watching edits of you. I just happened to scroll across this one,” you defended. 

“Still you didn’t think it was weird when I was right here beside you?” he prompted. 

“Like I said I didn’t think that you would notice.” You begin to feel a bit of heat creeping up your neck. “But look, it's a really cool edit, you look really charismatic.” you held up your phone to show Jungsu the edit of himself. To which Jungsu puts his hand over your phone pushing it down.

“Stop, it's embarrassing!” he whined.

“How so?” you laughed lightly. 

“It’s weird watching myself,” he explained. 

“Still you look really good,” you say. Now Jungsu is the one with heat creeping up his neck. He’s the one who caught you watching the edit, but somehow he feels like the one who is being teased.

Gaon/Jiseok

“You like me so much that you even watch edits of me?” Jiseok said with a sing-song tone. Your gut slightly wretched as you turned around to be greeted by a very tauntingly prideful Jiseok. You internally sighed, knowing that Jiseok was about to have a ball teasing you about this. 

“I watch edits of your members too.” This was a lie, but you were trying to get out of being teased by a menace, a menace who you love deeply, but did not feel like dealing with right now. Your lie seemed to work by the dejected look that took over Jiseok’s face. 

“You do?” he asked, trying not to sound hurt. It made you feel bad. You didn’t think that he would feel hurt over you “watching” edits of his members.

“...no” you came clean. Jiseok’s eyes quickly lit back up. He slings one of arms around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. 

“Of course you don’t. They’re not your amazing boyfriend who you like so much,” he spoke as if you weren't upset mere moments ago.

“What if I did though?” you questioned. Jiseok’s face deadpanned. 

“No.” he stated firmly, causing you to laugh. “You can only watch edits of me, your boyfriend who you like so much. Only me got it?” He pointed his finger at you. You smiled and wrapped your pointer finger around his outstretched one. 

“Yes sir,” you nodded. Jiseok smiled brightly. 

“So do you often watch edits of me? Do you save them to watch when you miss me?” he wiggled his eyebrows at you. Just like that your teasing boyfriend was back.

O.de/Seungmin

The sun had set long ago, trading places with the moon. Seungmin and you were winding down for the night. Clad in pajamas, nestled under the covers, have one last scroll through your phones before calling it a night. You scrolled across a video that you thought Seungmin would like, so you sent it to him. You waited anticipatingly for Seungmin to say something.

“Did you just send me a video of myself?” Your eyes widened. That’s definitely not what you were expecting to hear. Pulling up the chat you realized that you sent him the wrong video. Instead of sending him the video you intended you accidentally sent him an edit of himself that you were watching earlier. 

Letting out a half laugh you said “I sent the wrong one.” You then proceeded to send him the video you originally intended to send. “There.” Seungmin sets his phone down and moves to drape himself across you, setting your phone aside as he did so. 

“You watch edits of me?” he prompted, looking at you from where his head laid on your chest. 

“Sometimes. Whenever I happen to scroll across one,” you told him, a bit timid. Seungmin smiled happily and snuggled closer to you, murmuring out a cute.

“Do you have a favorite one?” he poked a bit of fun.

“Maybe,” you replied coyly. 

“Send it to me,” he chuckled. 

“You want me to send you an edit of yourself?” You mimicked the tone he used earlier when he first asked you about the video. 

“Yes, in fact you can send me every edit you watch of me,” he stated, causing you to feel a bit puzzled. Seungmin notices your puzzled face. “Cause I’ll know you’re thinking about me,” he added cheekily.

Junhan/Hyeongjun

The second Hyeongjun saw you watching an edit of him he became very flustered. He couldn’t even make his presence known. That’s how flustered it made him. He never expected that he would catch you watching an edit of him. He never even thought that you would watch edits of him. Hyeongjun knew that fans made them of course. He has even stumbled across a few of them himself. They made him feel bashful too. The thought of someone taking the time to edit him, brings out a certain shyness within him.

 Hyeongjun quietly walks back out of the room. This time when he re-enters the room he calls out your name.

“Y/n,” he called as if it was the first time he entered. He spots you quickly switching videos. It makes him smile knowing that the situation made you a bit shy too.

“What were you watching?” he asks just cause he’s curious to see how you’ll respond. 

“Just scrolling,” you played off. Hyeongjun simply nodded, deciding to let it be. That was until a few days later. 

“I saw you watching that edit of me the other day,” he revealed. Your eyes opened wide before you looked down in embarrassment. 

“How come you didn’t say anything then?” you questioned. 

“I was too flustered.” A familiar pink made its way onto his cheeks. 

“Looks like you’re still a bit flustered,” you pointed out his cheeks, which only made their pink shade deepen. 

“I just never thought you would watch edits of me,” he explained. 

“Why not? You deserve to be edited by Hyeonjun. You’re so cool, handsome-”

“Ah stop it. I regret bringing it up.” Hyeongjun flopped his head down onto his arms, but he secretly liked receiving the praise from you.

Jooyeon

Jooyeon and you were lounging around on the couch. You were sitting up, leaning against the armrest while Jooyeon laid across your lower body. One of your hands was absentmindedly running through his hair and the other held your phone. Jooyeon was occupied by a show playing on the t.v. that he liked, but didn’t particularly pique your interest. During a commercial break Jooyeon playfully popped up closer to you, allowing him to see your phone screen.

“You’re watching an edit of me!” he shouted. 

“I-I just happened to scroll across it,” you quickly defended yourself.

“Still you decided to watch it. You could have just kept scrolling,’ he teased you. 

“As if you wouldn’t be offended if I just scrolled by it,” you sassed him. 

“That’s true it would be a crime to just scroll past my handsome face.” He turned his head from side to side to show off his handsomeness.

“Maybe I should have just skipped it. You didn’t need this to fill your ego,” you stated. 

“How dare you?” Jooyeon pinched your sides, causing you to squirm.

“Ah stop it!” You tried to move away, but since he was laying on top of you there was nowhere for you to go. “Ok! Ok! I’m sorry!” you pleaded. Jooyeon’s fingers stop their assault on your sides. His head made its way back down to your lap, where it originally was.

“Do you watch my edits often?” he questioned. 

“When I come across them…or when I miss you..sometimes.” You felt Jooyeon’s head pop up again. “Don’t say anything,” you warned him. Jooyeon rested his head back down. He’ll tease you about it later.

[v3nusxsky]

Can you do a Larissa x Age regressed f! Reader? I rlly rlly like the nicknames “princess” and “dear”! Larissa is one of my biggest comfort characters and I’d like to read it when im regressed :]]

My baby| fluff

*Authors note| ahhh little r momma Isa is filling my heart with joy, making it hard to not be slipping into that headspace right now.*

Trigger warning~ sfw agere

Prompt~see ask^^

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You hadn't allowed yourself to slip for days. Truthfully, you knew you needed to let yourself slip, all the signs were there but with how busy you knew your girlfriend was you didn't feel it was fair. She needed you and she always took such amazing care of you that you truly wished to do the same back. If that meant ignoring the nagging to slip then you'd manage it. It was a struggle the past few days, Larissa not picking up on it due to all the chaos Wednesday Addams was creating. Your girlfriend would be up before the sun and you'd be lucky if she joined you in bed before you passed out in exhaustion. You knew it was affecting her too, you saw how tense her shoulders were, the way she scrunched her eyes up indicating a migraine and you had caught a few frustrated sighs falling from her lips as she sat at her desk attempting to fix yet another incident.

It was the weekend and yet again there had been an altercation involved the Addams girl, meaning you were left to your own devices after receiving multiple apologies and forehead kisses from Larissa. You didn't know how long she would take to sort this out so you decided a nap would be a great idea. You snuggled up in bed nuzzling into the older women's pillow, her scent smothered the pillow and invaded your senses.  She always managed to soothe you. This time perhaps a little too much, you slipped into your little space just before sleep overcome you.

When falling asleep as a little you tend to be pulled in deeper, which is exactly what happened this time too. You awoke to the slamming for a door and the frustrated sighs of your girlfriend. You heard your name being called, yet you were unable to reply. Instead a string of babbles took the place of your words, "Babab mamamama?" You brought your tightly balled up fists to your eyes in attempt to clear the fogginess from your brain. "Momomomo?" You cried out confused, you could hear your momma but not see her. Was it a dream?  It was those cries that caught the attention of Larissa and guided her to where you were.

You were curled up cuddling her pillow and sobbing, babbling incoherently, clearly in such a state it made her heart ache. How long had it been since you had slipped? She couldn't quite remember but knowing you had slipped alone caused guilt to arise. "Is that my little princess I see there" she murmured bringing you blurry eyes to hers. "Momomomom?" You whimpered before stumbling from the bed to throw yourself in her arms. "Yes dear momma is here, such a pretty little princess aren't you baby?" She cooed bringing a hand to mess with your hair, knowing how comforting you found that action to be. Your only response was to get embarrassed and hide in her neck. You loved your momma and you knew she loved you. You were her pretty princess, her baby girl and she would do anything for you, so why had to put off slipping for so long?

Unbeknownst to your little self, looking after her princess was exactly what Larissa needed. Looking after you gave her that release she so desperately needed and allowed her to lean into those natural motherly instincts she had. "I missed you dear. Are you okay there?" She murmured dropping a kiss to your cheek before moving her slender fingers to tickle your sides. You shrieked and giggled trying to squirm away from her. "Momomomo nananana" you babbled not really knowing what you were trying to say, but somehow Larissa knew exactly what you wanted. "Oh I'm so sorry princess, momma just missed those pretty giggles so much" she shot you a bright smile causing you to blush and hide your face again. "Wuv momma" was mumbled into the bed spread, where you had buried you face. "Momma loves you too dear, now how about we go and get your sippy love? And maybe we can put baby shark on? Hmm?" She suggested knowing just how much you loved that show. You shot a quick nod her way before clambering back into her arms and wrapping around her like a koala, "uppie uppie momma uppie" you giggled excitedly warning the older women's heart. "Come on then my princess" she murmured standing easily carrying your weight.

It wasn't long before you had settled in bed, snuggled up on your mommas chest, sippy cup in hand and baby shark playing on the tv. This right here and now was your safe space. One you were forever grateful to Larissa for supporting you, giving you what you so clearly needed.

Word count ~ 868

[leclerced]

no okay so imagine it’s driver reader, she’s in f2 but is also the hottest girl to ever exist. like im picturing madison beer/megan fox type hot. the other drivers have met her on occasion and all follow her and always talk ab how hot she is and how she’s their dream girl and they all act super tough thinking they’ll be able to score a date w her but it ofc never works for them lol. oscars so smug hearing them all talk ab how hot she is knowing she’s his and only his. and he’s the only one that makes her beg and cry for him to fuck her.

anyways yk how oscars always talking ab his gf irl, bringing her up in interviews and stuff. imagine it’s the same in this au- he’s always like “my girlfriend did this for me” or “my girlfriend took that pic” etc in interviews or challenges or whatever.

one day they’re at some event w all the f1 and f2 drivers and maybe some journalists are there and she’s all over oscar. and this bitchy journalist starts attacking her like “he has a girlfriend wtf is wrong with u” and basically calling her a slut and scoffing at her saying hot girls always think they’re entitled to everything when really everyone knows it’s coming from a place of jealousy instead of girl code and she just cocks her head like “who do you think his gf is?” And he just so dramatically goes “hey baby” and leans in to open mouth tongue kiss her in front of everyone and all of their jaws just drop when it clicks bc how the HELL did oscar manage to pull her?

n she’s like it’s always the quiet ones ;) and winks and struts away n he smirks and just follows her

i’m obsessed djdjdj

i love this sm i have sm things to add??

her being kinda like a playboy?? she’s never publicly dated someone but flirts with everyone just to see them blush and stutter. anytime she’s asked about her relationship status, she tells them that she’s committed to racing and doesn’t have time for a relationship. i like to think she’d get reallly popular because she’s so pretty like as soon as she starts winning races and working her way up the ranks, everyone wants a piece of her. rumors about her dating her teammates and other drivers or random celebs who liked her posts pop up all the time and she’s always quick to shut them down.

love the idea of her being a bit of an influencer like her instagram game is on point, perfect matching theme that goes back years. and then suddenly theres a guy on her page and she’s in her soft launch era but she’s a menace so it’s like pictures of the hickeys on his chest while she straddles him. for like a year straight she’s posting raunchy photos of them with their faces cropped out while still being like "yea i don’t have a boyfriend!" but oscar is constantly talking about his girlfriend and how much he loves her. complete opposites.

so then when they're spotted with her hanging off him for days in a row at some weekend long event or a race weekend maybe, people are talking about it online wondering why he's letting her hang off him like that when he's got a girlfriend. people mad at her for trying to ruin his relationship. so many memes about his "girlfriend" seeing it on the tv and crying herself to sleep.

and then, cameras catch her kissing him and immediately it gets so much worse. twitter is trending with their names, everyone is wondering why the hot shot f2 driver is macking on the rookie mclaren driver on international tv when minutes before he was talking about how much he loves his girlfriend in an interview. someone has the balls to confront them but gets so embarrassed when he's like "not that it's any of your business, but this is my girlfriend." and they'd apologize but she's kinda nice for once and tells them they have nothing to apologize for bc literally no one knew! they'd probably do an interview to answer questions ab their secret relationship and she makes sm dirty jokes about him and how everyone is like. shocked by the things she says about him? and he just sits there smiling and blushing.

this is toxic and kinda ab cheating but i like to imagine her crushing on oscar and him having a girlfriend so she gets asked in an interview if she has any crushes or smth and she says him. the interviewer is like “aw well too bad he’s got a girlfriend!” and she just says “okay and? he can call me when they breakup, he has my number.” and it starts sm drama with everyone talking about how hot girls think they can do whatever they want and ruin relationships and blah blah blah. and then his relationship ends bc he doesn't see how it's a problem to just have her number saved in his phone. they'd have talked years before when they raced in the same leagues before he got bumped up faster, so she's just a stranger to him. but girlfriend ends up breaking things off because it becomes a running joke that the woman leading the f2 championship is just waiting for oscar piastri while every one else pines after her. even lando and logan are making jokes ab how ofc its him that she has a crush on, the one guy who has been in a relationship since school.

[marcymeow]

Ripper stomps into the confessional, an hour or so after the first challenge was over. He does his business in the outhouse as usual, but while rubbing his head, and gritting his teeth. "Ugh. What the hell happened? What am I?" He mutters to the confessional, forlorn and waving at himself.

He'd instantly correct anybody assuming he was upset from his team losing. He's very confident he's still in, especially from the amount of weak-willed nerds on his team. He is a little upset he lost in specific, but considering the challenge was "dodge balloons from the best pitcher in Woman's Baseball," he has to be humble sometimes and say not even he can fight against Axe Hatchet. No, his distress is from something much more embarrassing. "So, here's the problem." He tries to speak to the audience directly, knowing that Chris has encouraged them all to do so at a meeting off camera. "I came here to win. I came here to crush the competition in a way that I wasn't able to last season! I was too distracted with things like records, which I've already beaten anyway! And nothing else should stop me!" "So why is-! Why-! Axel is-!" He growls, balling his fists. "Why is it so hard to talk about this?! It's muddied up in my head like fog!" "So." He tried to start over, shaking his head. "I hate Axel, yes? I hate her a lot." It was something about Axel, he knows that. The fact that he kept getting pushed around and beaten by Axel. That Axel, who he got out last season for causing his heart to beat in emotion like a crack of thunder, or like the growling of his stomach. Axel made him react, so Ripper reacted back, throwing insults at her like he did to somebody like Millie. No matter how ill-fitting of the label 'Nerd' Axel was, he'd treat her just like he'd treat them. "She's very much like me. We match brains and brawn, we're harsh, we're loners. Neither of us care about anybody but ourselves! We're destined to be rivals, to be opponents! We're enemies!" He, obliviously, smiled. Balling his fist down onto his palm, he continued. "She even tripped me up in today's challenge! I hate her."

"So..." He dropped down. "So why... Um... Ughhhhh! There's-! Something in here that I'm trying to get out but it's muddied up with everything! Why are emotions hard!" He once again grit his teeth, and continued. He's stubborn, he'll do whatever he wants no matter what! If his mind isn't letting him do what he wants, he'll just fight back against his own mind! Come on, Ripper! Take it out! That glistening little sparkle that's covered up! You are upset! And by whatever you can do, Ripper, you will say what is making you upset-! "I liked it when she pushed me down!" It flows out like a waterfall, the dam finally broken and destroying everything in its wake. "And when she tripped me during the challenge! She's so strong and confident and knows what she's doing, that she's decided that I'm a threat against her! Me, somebody whose just as strong as her, she sees me as a threat, like I deserve to be! Being hit, being attacked and pushed down by her, it's me being kicked down and shown who I am! Somebody who's strong enough to matter, that she's strong enough to actually hurt me! And..." ...He crumpled, after everything he bottled up hits him. He looks at the camera. "...I'm not supposed to care about other people. I'm Ripper, the strongest kid in the school, the one whose beaten the record for the longest continuous fart! I'm great! I'm a king! I'm not supposed to be a... lovestruck dweeb." "But I am, now. I see Axel, and I want her to hit me, to show me how much of a badass she is. I wanna be hurt by her, and then make out with her. I'm swooning over a zombie survivalist for gods sake! I'm not nearly as much of a man as I thought I was..." He sighs, and gets up. He likes Axel. He has a crush on her, on the girl who, as far as he can tell, actually genuinely dislikes him. Oh, he'd love to have a girl swoon over him and for him to date her. But this isn't that. This is him getting blushy over a girl because she beats him up sometimes. He's starting to actually care. He exits the confessional, with mixed feelings on if he actually wanted to unearth that buried realization. Well... It's too late now. He knows that he's into her now. The only question is... What now?

[dadsbongos]

my fanservice pride fic

WHATEVER okay.... he's the guy i needed to come out to and now i'm making it happen

warnings - bisexual reader + bisexual eddie ftw, CORNY ASS baseball joke, fem reader

summary - Eddie comes out to you and you come out to him in return :) average pride month slay. 922 words

Wayne knows. Mike knows. Dustin knows. Will knows. Gareth knows. Jeff knows. Grant knows. Robin knows. Steve knows now, too.

Eddie rubs the empty knuckle of his left middle finger, where a pig, rusty, fake steel pig used to live. Now, she gets taken off before showers and carefully slipped on and well loved with you. She stares up at him from your hand’s resting spot on the counter.

Everybody knows, except you.

Peggy Pig is stuck on the scratched, chipped countertop with your other hand waving about with one of many tales from your much-hated day job at Family Video. He wishes he was listening, he really, really does - he loves listening to you, but he’s too busy thinking about how nauseous he is.

“But, yeah,” your face scrunches, “What kind of person thinks there’s an x-rated section at Family Video anyway?”

To avoid you noticing anything, Eddie forces out a small snort - avoiding your eyes, “Isn’t there one, though?”

“Well, yeah, but I didn’t feel like going back there and monitoring some dude peruse porn.”

He’s busy wiping down the stove, so Wayne doesn’t have to do it when he gets home. He finished wiping it down five minutes ago.

Everybody Eddie cares about, except you, knows he likes women and men, and he has no shame in that. None at all. He just forgot to bring it up when you two started going out, and then he kept forgetting, and now he likes you so much that he doesn’t know how to say it. Rather, he doesn’t know what he’ll do if you react negatively.

“And- he should’ve known better, though, right?” you scoff, “Like, as if I’d ever do that!”

“Exactly…”

“Whatever, whatever, I guess. I just hate when people try and push like that.”

“Right…”

Eddie is never shy or embarrassed over his identity, but he really doesn’t want to discover something ugly. He doesn’t know how he’ll survive if the girl he’s falling in love with spits venom in his face. 

“Are you okay?” and that’s the final straw.

Eddie clears his throat, hands shaking so bad he misses the trash can when he tries throwing out the dirtied cleaning wipe. Swearing, he snaps down at the waist and feels lightheaded as he pops back up - tossing the wipe out a second time. His face is snowy, sickly even, but the skin may as well be melting off his skull with how hot he feels.

“Eds,” you reach forward with Peggy Pig, fingers squeezing around his hand. You’re so sweetly concerned over him that it makes him dread the idea of coming out again even more, “What’s wrong?” you stand and move to his side, curling your arms around his waist, “I know I’m not as good a storyteller as you, but c’mon!”

It makes him genuinely laugh this time, and despite the terror rattling his bones - Eddie returns your hug in full. Squeezing you into him.

He kisses your forehead, eyes closing and letting the thundering of his heart tell him what the right move is. He could never tell you, but he can’t live that lie - it’s simply against his entire nature. His stupid blabbermouth, extravagant, loud ass nature.

So he parts from you and leans back into the stove, arms folding across his chest, “I have something to tell you.”

Your face drops a little bit, head tilting, “Yeah?”

“I - uh,” the only time this was a struggle, was with Wayne. Because it hurts most when the people you love hardest reject you, “I like you, right?”

Predictably, you give him an odd-balled stare, “I’d hope so.”

“I like women,” and he thinks you already know exactly where he’s going with this, his heart lurching to his throat. The muscles are so tight he can barely squeeze out the final two words, “and men.”

“You do?” normally, that question would be uttered in disgust, but you’re smiling, “You do?!”

“Yeah,” so he smiles too.

“I do, too,” you reach out with Peggy Pig again, pulling him down by the worn, loose collar of his tank top to press multiple kisses to his reddening face, “Ah! I didn’t know how to tell you.”

“I didn’t either,” he confesses, cupping your cheeks and forcing eye contact between the both of you, “Figures I’d be the one to bring it up, though.”

“Whatever,” you roll your eyes, arms looping around his neck and hands wiring through his messy hair, putting it all up in a thick, makeshift ponytail, “I’m glad it’s you.”

“Hm?”

“I’m glad you’re the one I get to share this with,” you admit, face hot, leaning forward to peck his lips - bizarrely shy.

Eddie, however, is glad to be back to his usual lack of nerves. He brings you in again, one of his grosser kisses flowering on your cheek - noisy and slobbery, but at least he does you the favor of wiping off the spit himself. 

“I’m glad it’s you, too,” and he wants to tell you he loves you - but that sends a new wave of uncomfortable nerves. So he leans back down and gives you a more humane kiss to your lips, sugary and loving and with all the passion his queer little heart could possibly pour into your own.

And when you two part again, he giggles to himself, “Can we call each other ‘our little switch-hitter’ now?”

That earns a pinch on his side, “Neither of us even play baseball, Eds.”

“I can pretend.”

[steddiet-t]

Thinking abt joe keery (Djo) and is sick singing voice, and how Eddie would react to hearing steve sing for the first time

It happened by chance, really it did, Eddie wasn't actually trying to be a creep, he was just so pumped! he has came up with the ultimate plot to convince Steve to play DnD, and when Steve didn't respond to the knocking, well Eddie assumed he was probably busy brushing his hair or throwing balls around in his giant garden, so when the door opened no issue, eddie just ya know, let himself in? There was a good reason! Eddie convinced himself as he made his way up the cream coloured staircase to where he heard the radio playing, to Stevie door, the song he was hearing, he hadn't heard before, which he'd usually put down to it being some trash pop music, but this wasn't pop, there was no lighthearted instrumental, there was no instrumental at all actually. Eddie opened the door, and that's when his brain caught up with him, because the radio was not in-fact on, but the shower was, and that silky smooth kinda rock inspired voice was in-fact Steve Harrington. and that well, that did something to Eddies brainwaves, not only is he a sexy jock with a heart of gold, but he can fuckin sing? it also didn't help eddies musical heart realise just how nicely their voices would compliment each other, while eddie was processing this the man himself actually emerges, towel covering his lower half (leaving far too much up to eddies imagination) but his wet hair that dropped over his gorgeous greek god esc features leaving water trickling down over his perfectly toned torso. steve's deeply confused, embarrassed face staring back at eddie just made his little gay heart to malfunction even more.

"Eddie." steve furrowing his stupidly perfect eyebrows "how long were you there?" he said a dusty blush settling on his face

after a second longer of eddie blinking away the infesting thoughts, he breaks his thoughts "your beautiful" eddie says still alittle lost, obviously by the gay shit he just spurted

"what?" steve said eyes widening alittle, also fighting a smile trying to creep on his face, missing the rosiness that successfully covers his face

"i-i mean your voice, it's, it's beautiful" eddie says, actually getting a hold of his vocal cords again, but still holding a trophy in his mind for getting pretty little steve harrington to blush for him, that he will have to revisit later

"oh. erm thanks? i've always loved songs, i don't know if i'd call myself good specifically? just always liked writing more then reading it i guess" steve says shuffling awkwardly

"YOU WROTE THAT?!" eddie says his bambi eyes growing 3x the size

"yeah?" steve said grabbing a pair of boxers from his drawers

"steve you are forever becoming more and more interesting" eddie says smiling to him

"i appreciate that, but i'd also appreciate if u let me get changed" steve responds smiling back at him

[slusheeduck]

Fictober 2023 Day 9 - Prompt: "I may not get another chance to say this." Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3

This was…presumptuous, at best. Nosy, at worst. And honestly, entirely not within his right, considering the current time frame. But damn it all, if this tadpole in his head didn’t take him out first, the orb in his chest would, so there really was no time like the present for Gale to do this, because there may not be much more of that left.

So, a few minutes after hearing Astarion’s drawled out, “Hello, beautiful,” and about thirty seconds after seeing Falerin walk away to go chat with Karlach, he took a deep breath, then made his way to Astarion’s tent.

“Could we…chat, Astarion?” he asked slowly, hands clasped behind his back. Astarion glanced back at him over his shoulder, eyebrows raising.

“I would ask if you were going to show me a bit of magic, but it sounds more like I’m about to get a lecture,” he said, corner of his lip quirking up in amusement. “But I suppose we could.”

Gale glanced about. “Let’s…walk. Less chance of being overheard.”

“Oh, now I’m very interested.”

Gale rolled his eyes. “Don’t get so excited. It’s bad enough with the tadpoles, but everyone here’s an eavesdropper, too.”

“Speaking from experience?” The knowing smile Astarion sent his way made Gale wince, and suddenly he was second-guessing this whole affair. It was none of his business. But it was. But it wasn’t. But…

“Look, I may not get another chance to say this,” he said quickly, pushing through the doubts. “There’s…yes, we saved the Grove and that was worth celebrating, but it’s far from the end of the road for us. And if things do get more difficult, then I want to say…”

Astarion’s eyes widened, and he paused by the shoreline. “Oh my. Is this a confession, Gale?” he asked, a cruel little smile already spreading across his face as he fanned himself. “Oh, this is all so sudden!”

“Will you stop it?” Gale snapped. “It’s about Falerin.”

That caused a shift in Astarion’s face. His hand delicately rested against his mouth, eyes narrowing. “What about Falerin?”

Gale hesitated, eyes darting between Astarion and the dying dusk over the water. “You look at him like you’re going to eat him alive.”

“Well, I mean…”

“Not in terms of your unusual diet.” Gale let out a long sigh, hand scrubbing at his face. “This is presumptuous of me, I know. We’ve both known him the same amount of time, give or take fifteen minutes, and as far as stressors go, this one should be much lower on the list. But he’s my friend, Astarion. Probably the best I’ve had since Mystra…” He sighed, dragging his hand down his face. “The point is, I’m worried you’re toying with him like…like my cat does a pigeon she’s about to tear to pieces.”

Astarion, who had stayed remarkably quiet, suddenly scoffed. “Darling, who do you think I am?”

Gale grimaced. “Please. I know he cares about you—it’s practically bursting out of every pore in his face. And I’m…I’m not trying to intimidate or scare you off, I swear. I just…some assurance, please, that you’re not going to hurt him.”

Astarion’s face had shifted into something unreadable—not scathing, not mocking, not sneaking. His gaze flitted over Gale’s face, searching for a lie.

“I’m not planning to hurt him,” he said, voice soft. “I can’t promise I won’t; I know the kind of person I am. But…I won’t toy with him.”

Gale should have been embarrassed with the obvious sigh of relief he let out, but he really wasn’t. He dropped down on a nearby rock, shaking his head. “I really should have gotten out more before this. I’ve forgotten how difficult talks like this are.” He let out another breath, then looked up at Astarion. “I haven’t been as kind to you as I should have, but I’d like to be in the future. I’d like to think that Fal would be upset if either of us left camp due to a spat.” He waved his hand. “So, any time you’d like to talk, feel free. Or…don’t. Ball is entirely in your court.”

Astarion’s mouth twitched up. “Oh, how very generous of you.” He paused for a moment, looking out at the water, then—very slowly, like he was approaching some dangerous creature—he sat down on the fallen log beside Gale. “So you…have a cat?”

Gale’s brow furrowed as he looked over at him. “Well, technically she’s a tressym, but yes.” He gave a wry smile. “Stereotypical, I know—lonely wizard in his tower with just his cat for company. Feel free to tease me about it; Tara certainly does.”

“No, no, I…” Astarion glanced over at him. “I’ve always been fond of cats. See a lot of myself in them, I suppose. Obviously having one’s always been out of the question, but…” He shrugged. “Maybe you could tell me about yours.”

Gale looked Astarion over, unable to stop the way his mouth pulled up. He knew a peace offering when he saw one. “I would be more than happy to.”

Fictober 2023 Drabble Master Post

[verrerdises]

adore u | kangmin x reader

Summary || You were dragged by your friends to some guy's birthday party. Bored, you made the choice to walk around the overly grand ballroom, only to bump into a flustered young man who dropped his wallet.

Word count || 2.4k

"Aw, sorry, Kangmin, but I'm with my boyfriend,"

"Haha, you're so cute! Maybe next time, 'kay?"

"You're a bit on the younger side for me..."

Kangmin rested his face between his fists and huffed as the conversations replayed in his head. What's wrong with trying to pursue a relationship? He simply wanted to go on cute little dates, hold someone's hand, pepper them with kisses! But everyone around him still viewed him as some dumb little kid! 

Sure, he's only 21, but that shouldn't hinder his potential so much. Or maybe it's because some believe he's not mature enough for a serious relationship. Minchan even told him others might see him as some kind of heart breaker or player.

But Kangmin's intentions were pure! Honest...

The young man eyes wandered around the ball room. It was Dongheon's birthday, and he believed there may be a person or two that could catch Kangmin's eye. At least someone was holding out hope for him. He quietly watched as couples around him formed. Hell, he even helped the birthday boy find his special someone just a moment ago, so why couldn't he be given some grace?

Another defeated pout left him and his head sank into his arms. All of these people, and not a single person tried to approach him.

"Hey, did you drop this?"

He slowly rose his head to meet the gaze of a stranger. A well-dressed stranger. A... really cute stranger... His eyes glanced down at the wallet they held out. "Oh! Wow, I didn't even notice," he smiled brightly at them and took it. "Thanks."

A gentle smile spread across their lips in response. "Yeah, no problem." In no time, they turned around and walked off. He wasn't sure why it took him so long to react; he jumped out of his seat. "Wait!" he tried to call out to them, but by the time he reached where he last saw them, they had disappeared into the crowd. 

He scowled to himself. Agh, how could he be so...? Oh, he hoped they hadn't went too far. He couldn't help it now; he had to find them. 

Kangmin walked around the crowd and stood on his tip-toes to try and spot them. He thought he noticed the familiar outfit, so he chased after it. He had to give a few pardons and excuses as he pushed through. He would call out, but he didn't want to embarrass himself any further.

Just as he freed himself from the crowd, who else but Minchan stepped in front of him. "Minchan! Come on, I'm a little busy right now-"

"Whoaaa, busy with what?" Minchan showed that stupid grin. The one that says he was well aware of what's going on. "Never seen you in such a rush." He laughed. But Kangmin tsked and tried to push past him, only for Minchan to hold an arm out and pull him right back. 

"Hey!" Kangmin's smaller self barely managed to nudge the other. "I don't have time to play right now. They could be leaving-!"

"They?" The other rose a brow. "Aww, did our baby Kangmin finally find someone?" He tapped his chin, "A mysterious figure who caught your eye that you are now trying to chase." He sighed and shook his head, "Acting like a lovesick puppy."

Kangmin glared up at him. "I am not! I'm old enough now!"

"Ah," Minchan held a finger up, "actions speak louder than words. And you know better than to yell at your elders."

"Then let me go." Kangmin frowned. "... Please."

Minchan examined him carefully then slowly lowered his arm. "Huh. Guess you are growing up." His annoyingly cheerful smile returned. "Okaaay, I'll help the little man out. You talking about the one who just walked past?" He then briefly described the stranger. 

Kangmin's eyes lit up. "Yes!"

"I think they went to talk to their friends. I was about to bring them drinks." He nonchalantly explained.

The little man's brow furrowed. "You? Bringing people drinks?"

"Well," Minchan's smile turned sheepish; a first for him, "I kinda talked with one of their friends. And, funnily enough, Dongheon was dancing with the other. Odd how connected we are, like a perfectly written plot of a novel..."

Kangmin stared unamused at them. "Anyway, thanks for telling me." He quickly brushed past him, except Minchan continued to call out to him. "Hey! What're you even gonna say to 'em? You're not exactly an expert..."

The other huffed and answered over his shoulder, "I'll... think of something..." Oh, great. That didn't exactly scream confident. When he spotted the same stranger at the table with their friends, his feet suddenly froze. Damn, Minchan was right... He doesn't have any experience in this field like he does. And he can't exactly go up there and potentially embarrass himself in front of their friends! Even worse, in front of Minchan.

He clenched his fists together and began to take some steps forward. Unfortunately, Dongheon arrived at the table with the remaining friend. Kangmin quickly stepped aside and hid behind a pillar. Nope. No way. Publicly embarrassing himself is bad enough, but if he did it in front of Dongheon?? Having the most awkward one out of their group tease him is a death sentence. 

He'll... just have to find a way to get that stranger by themselves. Somehow. 

He sighed heavily and rested his head against the marble. His brain was trying to come up with solid ideas, but all of them sounded either pathetic or stupid. Man, maybe he is a little hopeless.

"Oh yeah, where did you go?"

"Huh? Oh, I just walked around. This guy dropped his wallet, so I gave it back. That's about it."

"... Was the guy cute?"

"I mean-"

"Drinks are here!"

Kangmin peered around the pillar as Minchan announced himself before he took a seat. The stranger, they mentioned him! But they only referred to him as "this guy". He pouted silently to himself. Maybe he should listen in a little and see if he can find a way to insert himself naturally. 

"Guy dropped his wallet? Sounds like something Kangmin would do," Minchan snorted. The guy who dropped his wallet immediately frowned. 

"It... might've been him," the stranger pointed out. "He was a bit taller than me. Dark hair, long-ish bangs."

"Hm, did he have this lost look in his eyes?" Dongheon asked. "Like a lost puppy?"

He felt himself warm up at the sound of giggling. He doesn't look like some lost puppy...

"Y'know what, yeah," the stranger laughed lightly, "but I thought it was cute."

Kangmin's ears perked up. He readjusted himself to take a better look at them. They held that same gentle smile. His posture relaxed. At least the giggling didn't hold any malice behind it. And, well, if they think it's cute, then... maybe there's nothing wrong with it. 

"Ohh, be careful," Dongheon chuckled. "That's how he gets you."

"Yeah," Minchan interjected, "he wants to be a little man now. The guy's been getting rejected left and right all night though. Honestly, I thought that'd be happening to Dongheon-"

"Hey!" Dongheon frowned. 

"What?" Minchan laughed behind his glass. "You were the one with this super specific fantasy in your head."

"And it worked out, didn't it?" The other grabbed his partner's hand. "Maybe it was like a prophecy and not some fantasy."

Minchan snorted. "Okay, That's So Raven, settle down." His partner sitting beside him had to put her drink down, shaking her head and attempting to swallow before she started choking from laughter. Dongheon's ears burned red, but his partner gave him a few sympathetic pats against his hand as she bit back her own laughs. 

Kangmin continued to watch and listen for a while. It... sounded like they were having a lot of fun. But what would happen if he were to join it? Wouldn't it become awkward? 

"... In all seriousness though," Dongheon's voice softened, "Kangmin's a good ki- guy. Good guy."

Minchan nodded then pointed at the stranger, "Aren't you single? Looking for somebody- ow!" He frowned as Dongheon reached over to lightly bop his head. "I didn't even hit you that hard. And you can't just ask people that!"

"Whaaat? I was curious! And trying to set Kangmin up. Poor kid can't do it all by himself."

The stranger awkwardly shifted in their seat. "Y...Yeah, technically speaking. I dunno if I'm ready for a relationship though."

Minchan waved his hand in dismissal. "It doesn't have to turn serious. For real, he's really nice. A little confused but got the spirit. He... should be around here somewhere, actually-"

Kangmin ducked once more as the other started to scan the area. His heart rate picked up. This is all too soon! He's nowhere near ready. God, his worst fear right now is one of them finding him and dragging him out. It's too many expectations set for him!

Since he was caught up in his own head, he hadn't realized his stranger had gotten up and left the table. Something told him to open his frustrated eyes. He tensed up as he caught them walking past. He let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. Curious eyes watched as they turned and walked out to one of the large balconies. 

His feet moved for him as he silently followed behind. 

Once again, he found himself peeking around the corner. They stood alone, arms resting on the railing of the balcony as they took some deep breaths. The opportunity basically presented itself. And... if they needed some space, he was understanding enough to know when to bow out. Okay. You can do this, Kangmin. Just... talk to them as a normal person would. 

He took in a big breath then sighed. Quietly, he approached from behind.

"I was wondering when you'd show your face again,"

He stiffened at their voice. After taking a peek behind him, he realized that there was no one else they could possibly be referring to. He turned back from hearing them laugh, and they moved to face him. "Yeah, I'm talking to you. Who else?" There was that smile again. 

A nervous laugh blurted out of him. "Right! Yeah. Who else but me?" He cleared his throat then joined them in leaning against the railing.

"You're Kangmin, right?" they asked. He silently nodded. 

"(y/n)." They introduced themselves. "... Don't talk much, do you?"

The realization hit him. "Oh! Sorry, I was just... yes! I talk a lot - wait no, that's a bad thing-" His ears began to burn red when they started giggling. "Sorry... I don't... do this often." he sighed, "Most people turn me away the second they see me."

"Why?" They rose a brow. "You're pretty cute. And funny."

The heat spread to the rest of his face. He awkwardly rubbed his neck. "I guess my age? I'm 21, but everyone treats me like a kid." His gaze shifted to the scenery in front of him. "I just wanna know what it's like. To have someone."

"Huh. Didn't peg you as the romantic type." They follow his gaze. "But yeah, I see it. Kinda scary though, isn't it? I mean, if you get into a relationship, it's either gonna work out and you'll get married, or it'll end in heart break and you start back at square one."

"Maybe..." Kangmin answered, "But I wanna experience that kind of love, even at the risk of heartbreak. High risk, high reward, right?"

They become silent for a moment. He worried he may have said something wrong. "You make a good point," they finally responded. "I guess I'm a bit... scared of going through that heartbreak. Just sounds like too much."

He quietly observed them. He could spot the twinkle of eagerness in their eyes. He found himself shuffling a bit closer. "Won't know until you try." His voice came out in a murmur. His attention was briefly drawn to the dancing crowd inside. He returned to (y/n) and leaned down in an attempt to get a look of their face. "Hey... have you been asked to dance yet?"

He spotted their eyes flickering to him then back to the scenery. "...No."

"Would you..."

"Yes."

He blinked feverishly at their sudden response, otherwise, a soft smile emerged. A hand was held out to them, one they stared at for a second before cautiously taking. He made sure to be gentle in pulling them towards the center of the wide balcony floor. Luckily, the music was loud enough to reach the outside, so he quietly followed along. 

Although there was silence between them, he didn't mind it. He could tell this was their first dance, and he patiently fixed the positioning of their hands. His fingers found themselves interlacing with theirs at some point. His smile turned into a gently amused one at their refusal to make eye contact. 

He's not sure what came over him, but he leaned in to whisper in their ear, "Why hide your beautiful face?" As he pulled back, it was hard to suppress a laugh at their flustered expression, but it allowed him a chance to see them. It felt like his heart melted at the sight. Perfectly illuminated by the moonlight. 

He found himself leaning in again, but their voice stopped him. "What are you doing?" they whispered frantically. He pulled back some, earnestly replying, "Sorry, am I making you uncomfortable?"

"Well, n... no..." They stumbled through an answer. "No, you're not. I... also don't do this often." He exhaled softly but gave a nod of understanding. "Okay, I won't do anything else without your permission." His heart beat picked up as a sudden thought came through. "(y/n)...?" They anxiously focused on him. 

"Is it okay if I kiss you?"

Their grip on his hand and shoulder tightened. They stopped their swaying, but their eyes refused to leave his gaze. He swallowed a small lump forming, fearing he may have pushed his luck. But, to his amazement, they gave a few nods. "Yeah... Yeah, it's okay."

A wide smile quickly spread, but he doesn't let his excitement take over completely. Their comfort was his number one priority. He tilted his head and slowly leaned in until he felt soft lips brush against his own. The contact sent butterflies through his stomach. He pressed forward slightly; his hands silently moving to link their fingers together. 

Honestly, he thought it'd only be a quick little kiss. They surprised him by returning the favor, tilting their head up to continue. He wasn't sure how long they stood there, all he knew was that they eventually had to pull back for air. 

Kangmin let out a small, breathless laugh. He even hopped a little in glee. Just like a dumb little kid. (y/n)'s blush hardly faded. If anything, it may have gotten worse. They squeeze his hands. "How am I supposed to go back and face my friends like this?" They mumbled. 

"If it helps," he chuckled, "my friends are there too. I'll get teased regardless."

They hummed in response, took a deep breath, then sighed. "Okay. Then... let's go face them together."

Together...

That sounded awfully nice.

[densi-mber]

A/N: Set in mid to late season 4. Also, thanks to @mashmaiden for finding pictures to go with these fics!

***

What’s Another Word for Jealousy

“Thank you so much, Miss Hart. We appreciate you taking the time to talk to us,” Deeks said, offering a smile to the waitress he and Kensi had just finished interviewing. The woman’s cheeks flushed slightly under her gaze, and Kensi barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes. His affect on women was simultaneously impressive and annoying. “If you think of anything else, feel free to give us a call.”

“Sure, of course,” she said, nodding as she accepted the business card Deeks handed her. She took it like he’d offered her a fine piece of jewelry and not a piece of card stock with the NCIS hotline number.

The turned to go, getting a few yards away when Miss Hart called out “Detective!”

Deeks looked over his shoulder, shrugging at Kensi before he jogged back over. When he reached her, Miss Hart took Deeks’ elbow, turning him so he was slightly facing away. Kensi’s mouth dropped open at the woman’s audacity.

As she watched, Deeks dipped his head as the waitress stretched up on her toes to whisper something in his ear. Based on Deeks’ shift in posture, Kensi guessed it was something obscene. Then, she held out a square of paper, her expression clearly sly, even from a distance. After a moment of hesitation, Deeks took the paper, nodding a couple times before he headed back towards Kensi.

Kensi waited for him, arms folded over her chest. Once he was within a foot or two, she started walking, clenching her jaw to avoid saying one of a dozen nasty comments.

“So, it sounds like Evans got mixed up with a gang trying to make extra money, and got in over his head,” Deeks said as they headed back to the SUV. “The question is, was it friendly fire or one of their enemies.“

Kensi said nothing, for both their sakes. She didn’t need to embarrass herself, or unload her own ridiculous feelings onto him.

“Ok, what did I do wrong?” he asked after a few second, because he was always too perceptive of her moods for his own good. “You got that whole,” he waved his hand, “I’m mad but pretending that I’m not look.”

“I’m not mad,” Kensi insisted. “I don’t think it’s very professional to flirt on the job. Although, I suppose she was pretty. In a little sister kind of way.”

“Wait, are you jealous? Of her?” Deeks sounded completely surprised, which somehow made it worse.

“Of course not. I did think you were beyond picking up witnesses’ phone numbers,” Kensi replied haughtily to cover just how much it did bug her.

“Actually, she gave me her number, unprompted,” Deeks corrected. “And, you can have it.” He reached into his pocket, coming out with a crumpled piece of paper. “Here.”

Kensi held out her hand without thinking, the little ball of paper dropping into her palm. She stared at it in quiet bemusement.

“See, no reason to be upset.” He crossed his arms, one leg extended to the side, an eyebrow raised expectantly.

“I was not upset.” They’d reached the SUV now, but hadn’t made any move to get in.

“Sure.” He smirked, shaking his head slightly. He looked frustrated, which Kensi hadn’t expected. “When you figure out what you’re feeling, let me know. Otherwise, don’t get mad when someone flirts with me.”

Kensi stayed still, dumbfounded by his blatant acknowledgment of the topic they silently agreed not to discuss and the annoyance in his tone.

He moved towards the passenger side of the SUV, in front and added, “And just for the record, I haven’t been getting anyone’s number for a while now.”

Kensi stared after him, caught between wanting to prove him wrong and finally spit out the truth. In the end, she got in driver’s seat and said nothing.

***

A/N: Title borne of my own struggle to think of another word for the concept of jealousy.

[atlasdoe]

The sun was just setting when they reached the Quidditch pitch. On the grass already was the chest full of balls and both James and Mary's brooms.

“Grab your broom,” James said when they got to them. “You’re getting a private tryout.”

Mary dropped his hand and shook her head, “James I’m not doing this.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want to. If I wanted to then I would’ve gone this morning like everyone else. I don’t deserve special treatment.”

“Nonsense, you’re Mary MacDonald you deserve all the special treatment in the world.”

“James, I’m serious.”

“No, you’re not, you’re Mary.”

“James!”

Seeing that she was actually getting upset, James’ cheeky smile turned soft and he sat down on the grass cross-legged. He motioned for her to do the same and she did.

“What’s going on Mare?”

Mary shrugged, “I just don’t feel like playing anymore that’s all.”

“That's bullshit Mary,” he said, trying to keep his tone as gentle as possible. “You’ve never not wanted to play.”

Mary kept picking at the grass beneath them as she shrugged again. “I just don’t think it’s for me.”

James thought about her answers. He knew what this was really about. Mary had been so outgoing and proud last year, and with just one night, with just one action by one person, it was all gone. She hadn’t left her room for nearly a week after it happened, somehow Remus managed to talk her out but she was still a shell of who she once was. The worst part was that James could see that she was trying to get her old self back during the last part of the year, but now they seemed back to square one.

Just the thought of it was enough to make him on the verge of tears. Mary was the brightest person he knew, and he would’ve given everything to see her shine again.

“Do you remember how we first met?” He asked her after a minute of silence.

Mary nodded, when she looked up he saw her own tears falling down her face. “Second day of school,” she said. “Our second year.”

James nodded, giving her a reassuring smile, giving her whatever warmth he could. “We were in the common room,” he continued. “You had come down with the firsties and Evans introduced us.”

“Lily tried to introduce us,” Mary corrected. “You told us to bugger off because you were doing important Quidditch preparations.”

James turned a bright red at Mary's mocking tone. He really was a little shit when he was younger. “That I did,” he said nodding, despite his shame.

“I asked you what Quidditch was and you explained the rules,” Mary went on.

James hummed, “You then asked me if I would teach you how to play.”

Mary nodded, a small smile forming on her lips as she teased, “Do you remember what you told me?”

James’ blush brightened as he rocked back slightly before answering, “I told you that only those who can’t do, teach and you should probably ask Sirius.”

Mary laughed, but she wasn’t done embarrassing him there, “And when Sirius called you a twat, what did you respond with?”

“I told him that I was too busy and that my skills shouldn’t be wasted.”

Mary hadn’t stopped laughing, “And you wonder why people called you arrogant.”

James smiled at her, it had been a long time since he had heard her properly laugh like that. He had missed it and was now determined to never let it fade again.

“Do you want to know a secret?” He asked once she had calmed down.

Mary nodded her smile only slightly visible now.

“Not taking the opportunity to teach you is one of the biggest regrets of my life.”

Now it was Mary's turn to turn red, “You don’t mean that.”

“No, I do,” James insisted. “When I had heard that McKinnon and Bones had started their little class for you I didn’t think much of it until I saw you properly play for the first time. And arrogant little me was kicking myself at the fact that I couldn’t take credit for your skill. Mary, you were brilliant, and you still are, nothing and nobody could ever change that.”

“He changed that,” Mary said bluntly, breaking James’ heart into a million little pieces.

“No he didn’t,” he whispered back, almost in a plea.

Mary, who was now crying again, nodded slowly. “Yes, he did. He changed everything. I’m trying to ignore it, I’m trying to be my old self again, I promise I am! But I’m so tired of pretending that everything’s okay when it’s not!”

James was walking on eggshells, he was keeping his voice very level. “Mary, what happened… We never talked about it…”

“It's not about what happened,” Mary sniffled. “Well… I mean it is but it’s… it’s so much more.”

“What else is it?”

Mary looked at him through glassy eyes and quickly did her best to wipe her face before leaning back on her hands, her leg bouncing as she shook her head. “I don’t know who else would’ve done the same,” she told him, tears freely falling again. “I don’t know how many people have already done the same just to someone different. I mean, what if Lily or Dirk or Dahlia or any other muggleborn gets hurt because some asshole thinks that they can get away with it because he did? How am I supposed to live with myself?”

“It's not your fault Mare-“

“But it is! It wasn’t random! I’ve heard what they’ve all been saying about me. How I deserved it, how I should’ve known my place, and now others are suffering because I’m a mudblood!”

James moved quickly when Mary broke, getting down on one knee before her and allowing her to hide her face in his chest as his arms wrapped around her protectively. “Don’t say that,” he whispered softly. “They’re wrong Mare, they’re so wrong.”

“But I got everyone worried over nothing,” she mumbled into his shirt. “Y’know Marlene used to sneak into my dorm room at night after it happened? She would go all the way from Ravenclaw to Gryffindor and break into the common room just to sleep with me because she kept having nightmares about it.”

“That was Marlene?” James asked, confused. “I thought we had rats!”

The sound of Mary's laugh brought his too as she slowly pulled away. “Don’t be an idiot, Potter, we both know you didn’t hear her.”

James shrugged, “Maybe,” he confessed. “But it made you laugh, so worth the lie in the end.”

“I’m sorry for dumping all of this on you. All you wanted to do was throw a ball around and I just went on a vent.”

James was shaking his head before she could even finish, “You have nothing to be sorry for,” he assured her. “I’m not going to lie to you and pretend like I know how you feel or how to make you feel better, but Mary I will do everything in my power to help you. I’m here for you, and I’m not the only one,” he said. “I really don’t think you should give up Quidditch. I don't think you want to.”

“I don’t want to give it up. But what if –”

“Ah. You don't want to give it up. End of sentence, you’re trying out.”

Mary sighed as James began to stand. Still, she followed. “But what if something happens?”

“Mary,” James said. “We will blast anyone who even thinks about hurting any muggleborn in this school, and on the off chance that something does happen, it will never be your fault. Now, I’m going to be honest with you and tell you something my mother used to tell me because it’s clear you’ve been hearing way too many lies lately, okay?”

Mary nodded, “Okay.”

“The only way you could ever bring darkness into this world is by depriving it of your light,” he said simply, taking one of her hands in his.

Mary nodded slightly as her tears came back. “Merlin, how many times am I going to cry tonight?” She asked with a laugh. “That was cheesy as fuck.”

James laughed with her and squeezed her hand. “Cry all you like,” he said. “Just make sure you don’t stop smiling.”

[yuujis-sunshine]

DAY TWENTY-TWO: SNOWMAN

Fiance! Hatori Sohma/Nervous! Reader

Synopsis: The Reader and her fiance builds a snowman together.

A/N: Mentions of ABUSE, thats all. Do not read if you are sensetive to this topic or dont feel comfortable.

[Name] walked outside with her fiance behind her as her eyes were wide from seeing all of the fluffy white snow on the floor, he liked seeing her like this. Especially when she would always not say anything much or do anything from the trauma of her other relationship since he would physically abuse her every now and then.

“So much snow...“ She whispered as she had her hand out to see a snowflake on her palm.

“You never seen snow?“ The ravenette asked her as he walked a bit close to her, she nodded no to the question.

It was too true, she had never seen snow because when she was with her other lover he did not let her go out the house or even go do anything she wanted to do. It was so dark, just like his heart was after some accident in his life. And because of that, he had took advantage of the power and decided to abuse her every now and then. But when she met him, she knew that he was a gaurdian angel and save her from the darkness that her so-called fiance put her in. Turns out that he did since he had stood up to him and take her away from him since he had seen a scar on her arm one time and he did not take that lightly.

After that day, he had always promised to protect you and make sure that you feel love and would always try ways to make you happy. Now engaged and soon getting married in a couple weeks.

“Tori, can we build a snowman together?“ He stares at her in surprise from the sudden question she asked.

The sparkly eyes of [Name] shined bright like diamonds as she waited for an answer.

Hatori could not resist when it comes to her, especially since she was new to most of these things.

“Yes...“ He responded with a small smile after he chuckled. Hatori and [Name] walked together side by side, holding hands.

- LATER -

[Name] rolled a ball for the snowman as Hatori waited for her to come with the second ball since the first one was already on the ground. He smiled at her from the way she enjoyed herself out here in the cold weather.

“Need any help?“

She nodded and turned her head away in embarrassement as Hatori chuckled at her cuteness before helping her with the ball of snow. He liked this side of her a lot more than her original. Sooner or later, the second half was done, and both did the third one together and carried it to put on the second one. “Now we need sticks.“ Hatori said to himself before noticing the [Hair Color] woman getting two sticks, so he decided to get stones and a carrot.

When he returned, he was surprised to see the sticks on the snowman already.

HOW DID SHE MANAGE TO DO THAT SO QUICK? He thought.

“Tori, are you o-ok?“ She asked him before nodding and dropped the stones and put the carrot in his pocket. They managed to get the snowman together in silence as [Name] smiled a little more than before, since she was so happy that they came out here and usually Hatori was busy with somethings, he wanted to take this time to relax from his work and make her happy like that promise when he had proposed to her. “[Name] [Last Name], will you marry me?“ He said to you, one hand with a ring and the other had your hand in it as your face was dull and expressionless from the question but instead of answering she felt tears streaming down her cheeks since she was wondering why would someone like him marry someone like herself. “O-Out of all the women you picked to marry, why me...? Im not like the others.“ The ravenette smiled at her before having a hand on her delicate cheeks and wiped the fresh tears from her eyes. “I didnt choose you for no reason, I choosen you because I like you for who you truly are. You dont have to be like the other women you see or be around, just be who you truly are...“ After he said that, a bit more tears fell from your cheek and decided to finally say, “Yes...“ and stay into his warm embrace after that.

Finally, they were done with the snowman and stood by one another with hands interlocked as they looked at the creation they did together.

“Thank you, Tori...“ He turned to her to see a birghtest smile from her.

“For helping me break out of my darkness... I really am glad you came into my life.“

He gasped lightly at her and then started to stare at her for a short second before colliding lips together for a couple seconds, “No problem.. I will be here for you anyday.“

[the-chosen-fanfiction]

John the Apostle | Bruises And Broken Pride | Platonic [Male Reader]

A business deal gone wrong leaves a bruise on both your face and your ego, and John does not beat around the bush to reprimand you for your crude behaviour.

Requested by: E

Your father once said that good businessmen are born, not made. You’re well on your way to find out that deals are not in your blood and John doesn’t like it one bit. The confidence you’re currently beelining through The Hammer with is borderline arrogant and the younger son of Zebedee can’t do anything else but watch on in discontent. 

“Shalom,” you tell the rich-looking man you just approached, and both of his sons appear in your field of vision. One of them only has one eye and the other has muscles bigger than your head. “Let me introduce myself. I’m (Y/n), son of Hillel, and I couldn’t help but notice you across the bar. With that, I mean your coat.” 

“My coat?” the old man frowns a bit as he looks down at his garb, a deep blue cloak with white embroidery along the sides.

You plant your hands on your hips and nod. “Yes. It reminds me so much of the Sea of Galilee, as if the wind itself has weaved the white thread through the blue as if it were the foam of the water…” You plaster a grin on your face and scratch your chin. “You are not from around here, are you sir?” 

One of the sons grunts. “We’re from Nineveh.”

“That’s some way from home.” you remark. “Do you have family around here?”

“We’re just travelling.” 

“Where to? Jerusalem?” 

“That’s none of your business.” 

A cocky chuckle you’ve clearly practised way too often leaves your lips, making it sound far from genuine. You give the man resembling a tower of muscle a pat on the shoulder but don’t pick up on how strong he actually might be, nor the glare he sends your way. “That’s where you’re wrong. This is my business. You see, you must have already tried the fish from around here. And back in Nineveh, they lack just that — delicious, fresh fish!” 

“I don’t like fish.” the man with one eye says. 

“You might not, but others might. You could earn a lot of money buying it from us and selling it to your community for a profit!” 

“Why not sell it yourself?” Tower of Muscle wants to know. “If you’re so confident about your business, why would we even bother? We are aware our father appears to be wealthy, but we aren’t interested in any of your funny stuff whatsoever. He is a retired man and both my brother and I have better things to do.”

Another one of the practised salesman-chuckles escapes you as you breathe in. “Oh, come on. Galilean fish is unlike anything you’ve ever tasted before. Let me tell you something, I’ll buy you a fillet or two and then we will speak again, my treat—”

“I thought my brother said we aren’t interested.” One-Eye mutters, narrowing his gaze. “Now get lost and let us drink in peace.” 

Across the room, John is experiencing second-hand embarrassment as he witnesses you try to chat up the father of the two as a last resort. “The opinion of your sons seems to be quite solid, sir, but what do you think of this personally? Would you like to try one of our famous fillets of fish, right from one of our fishermen’s nets?” 

“You know what,” Muscle-Tower hisses, “Let’s take this outside.” 

You smirk, puffing out your chest as you sigh in relief. 

“Oh, sure!” 

John watches you follow the two sons outside, and as you shoot him a grin across the room, he feels his heart drop into his gut. You’re too naive for your own good. The fisherman gets up to go after you just to make sure that you don’t get punched too—

 —Too late. The moment he rounds the corner after ascending the stairs leading to The Hammer, he sees you holding your nose as Muscle-Tower just withdraws his fist, balling it so that he is ready to strike again.  You groan as One-Eye grabs your collar. 

“I-If you don’t like fish, just say so!” 

“I said so!” 

“Maybe try to sound more convincing next time— Oof!” 

The punch to your gut knocks all air from you as the brute drops you to the ground, and you immediately feel a sharp pain in your knee as you hit it on a rock. 

Muscle-Tower points at you as they both look down at the ground, spit coming from his mouth as he hisses. “Leave our father alone, you scamming, thieving degenerate!” 

“I—I had not yet made you a deal, how could you ever possibly know whether I’d be any of that—”

“Alright, that’s quite enough.” John intersects himself. “I think he got the message. Right, (Y/n)?” 

Your mouth tastes of iron as you nod. “Yeah, I think I got it.” 

The two men glower at you as John helps you to your feet. You can barely stand properly and you realise you’ve scraped your knee. Since there is no use in beating you up any further, the two men stalk off back into the bar. 

“Let’s get you somewhere safe.” 

You flinch as John leads you through Capernaum, a few curious glances being sent your way. “My abba is our fishing and my eema is at the market, so there won’t be too many questions. Maybe from James.” 

The homestead of Zebedee’s family is familiar as you stumble inside. John places you onto one of the chairs and gives you a stern look before he turns to one of his mother’s cupboards, starting to rummage around to find the tools he needs to patch you up. Much to your delight, James isn’t home.

“You really need to be careful next time, (Y/n). These men let you off with some cuts and bruises, but it could have been worse. You’re lucky they didn’t draw a blade.” 

You sniff and hold your painful nose, looking at the blood on your fingers. John tosses a damp rag your way and you catch it rather ungracefully before dabbing it against your face in an attempt to clean yourself up. “Maybe it’s broken.” you mutter, sounding stuffy. John clicks his tongue and shoots a look over his shoulder. 

“Don’t be ridiculous, of course it isn’t.” 

The fisherman takes a small box from one of the shelves and lets out a sound that indicates that he’s found what he had been looking for. Turning to you, you can sense the annoyance radiating off him. “Get your hands away from your face.” You know better than to protest and do as he says, putting the bloodied rag on the table. John huffs and quickly grabs it, putting it on the floor instead. “Gross, we eat from there.” 

“Sorry.” 

Zebedee’s younger son hums and stands over you. “Lean back your head.” At his order, you sit back in the chair and look at the ceiling, trying to appear to be in less pain than you actually are. The uncomfortable blinking of your eyes and the tightening of your jaw betrays you. “I warned you, and still you went through with it. It was dumb to even pursue that so-called business deal. I thought you knew better than to converse with folks like that, especially if you could already see who that old man was there with.” 

“They didn’t seem so smart.” you try, “I thought that if I—”

“No, (Y/n), that’s the whole point. You don’t think at all. You should really stop getting yourself into trouble. You are one of my best friends and I don’t like you seeing getting hurt.” 

Before you can reply to that, John squeezes your nose shut and puts another rag under it. “Hold this so I can look at your knee.” As you follow his command, John turns to the small chest on the table and takes out a piece of cloth, that he dampens with a clear, strong-smelling liquid. Even through the linen of the rag you’re holding, you still can’t help but flinch at the stench. 

“Don’t complain.” John demands. “You have no right to do so.” 

He crouches down next to you and slides the alcohol-soaked piece of fabric over your scraped knee. Out of instinct, your other leg kicks up as you hiss in pain. John is just in time to avoid being hit in the chin. 

“Oh, that hurts!” 

“Good! Maybe it will stop you from making stupid decisions once and for all.” 

“It was a good decision, I just had an audience that was not very accepting of my message!” 

Letting out a long sigh, John looks at you with a look that is far from amused. “Listen to me closely. As I said, I don’t want to see you get in trouble with people like them. They might not seem all that bright to you, but as you know and have experienced first hand, all their brains may just be in their muscles. This isn’t the first time.” 

“I have a feeling it won’t be the last either.” 

John cannot fight the small smile that grows on his face. “Me, too.” He runs the rag over your knee again and another yelp leaves your lunge. “Stop whimpering and accept the consequences.” 

You dig your nails into the armrests of the chair and you grit your teeth, trying your best to remain silent as your friend finished cleaning your wound, a sigh of relief leaving you as he finally turns to the chest again to grab a bandage to wrap around your knee. 

“Don’t think I’m done with you yet.” At the warning, you quickly give him a worried glance and gulp, holding your own nose a little tighter. You believe it has stopped bleeding on its own. The new rag isn’t as saturated as the previous one was. 

Regardless of the state of your nose, John wants to inspect it nevertheless. He forces your hand away and peers into your crimson nostrils. “It might indeed be broken.” 

Your eyes widen. “Really?!” 

“…No.” 

You roll your eyes, but John still gives you a look.

“Can you promise me to stop getting into trouble?” 

“I can’t.” 

“I know. But I don’t want you to become a second Simon. One of him is more than enough.” 

“Are you comparing me to him?” 

John shrugs, causing you to punch his shoulder playfully. 

The younger son of Zebedee chuckles at that, rubbing his arm as he pretends to be hurt. “Hey!” 

“Don’t ever compare me to him again.” 

“Alright, I won’t. It would be insulting to Simon to do so anyway!” 

You raise your fist again and John laughs, ducking away to prevent himself from getting struck by you. 

“Hey, if you had done this while getting beaten up by those men, you might actually have stood a chance!” 

“Psh, bite me!”

As you lower your arm, he sits back up straight again before he starts cleaning up the healing supplies he had borrowed from his mother. 

At that moment, James opens the door, reeking of fish and sweat. He frowns as he sees your state, dropping his nets against the outside wall before stepping inside. “Shalom. (Y/n), what happened to you?” 

“He got into a fistfight with some men twice his size.” John answers for you, crossing his arms over his chest. “And now he’s soaked all of eema’s clean rags with his bleeding nose!” 

James mirrors his younger brother and folds his arms, his brow creasing. “Let me guess. The infamous fish-deal again?” 

You sigh and avert your gaze. The silence speaks volumes. James huffs and walks over to the washbasin to clean himself up a little. “When will you learn that you are not a good businessman, (Y/n)?” 

“I’ve been studying other merchants and—”

“—And have hopefully established that you are not like them.” 

“Don’t crush my hopes and dreams!” you say with feigned hurt, putting a hand over your chest. As you inhale, you feel your ribs ache. Flinching, you wonder if they’re purple yet. 

John gives you one final damp rag to clean yourself up with properly this time, and you run it over your dirty face until no more red comes off on the linen. 

“New hopes and dreams will come to you eventually, but you have to let go of these.” 

“Ah, like what? Getting myself a sloop?” 

“Yeah, maybe. Or something else. Who knows what we will come across in our future, hm?” 

As James says this, he roughly hits your shoulder, causing you to topple over a bit, your torso hurting from being punched earlier. Still, you manage a small smile on your face. After all, you know your friends mean the best to you, and you look over your shoulder to look at the older son of Zebedee. 

“The future holds many secrets.” you conclude. 

As John opens his mouth to reply, the door once again opens to reveal Salome, who enters with a basket full of fresh produce. The moment her gaze settles on you, her motherly eyebrows squeeze together worriedly.

“Oh, dear. If it’s not one of my sons, it’s somebody else’s.” 

You give her a crooked, apologetic smile. “Sorry for ruining your rags.” 

“Nonsense.” Salome responds, placing the basket on the counter top before turning to you. “Would you like to stay for dinner? I’ve got lamb chops and legumes.” 

“That would be lovely, thank you.” 

As their mother smiles and starts to prepare the food, the two brothers look at one another, then back at you as you still sit in the chair, the colour coming back to your cheeks again.

“Eema is never this nice to us when we get beaten up.” 

“Right, what’s the deal with that?” 

You show your palms in defence and grin. “Hey, what do I know? Maybe I’ve got the kind of charisma that a businessman requires to get what he wants. Like getting invited to a nice dinner even after he soils the place with his blood—”

“—Yeah, no. I don’t think so.” James counters, causing John to laugh. 

“We have established that quite irrefutably.”

You let out a noise and roll your eyes. 

“Oh, shut up. Perhaps it has been worth it. After all, I’m getting free dinner from Salome now. If that is not a good deal, I don’t know what is.”