#forgive the workout shirt it is pajamas

[probablyafaggot]

okay actually i decided that my new haircut looks too good to experience Fandom Transcendence so I'm going to be normal about good omens from now on

[thespacesoffalseandtrue]

A Forever Feeling

here is this request from this anon, i hope i achieved your fantasies :)

warning: angst, fluff, shower sex, unprotected sex, tity sucking, MINORS GO AWAY!!!

You expected the house to be more quiet when you walked in. It was late, around 10pm and the only light was from the moon and light on the porch.

You could hear the music blaring from inside as you unlocked the door. You weren’t expecting Josh to be here, you had gotten in a fight earlier and he left, claiming that he wasn’t going to come back. You left after he did, needing a change of scenery and a nice workout and massage session.

You felt bad, you didn’t actually want him gone and pondered a lot about whether or not you should call him and apologize. You weren’t sure who was really in the wrong, his voice was ringing in your ear, “you know maybe if you cared a little more this wouldn’t be so hard,” and your response, “it’s only hard because you make it hard for me to care.”

Perhaps both of you owe the other an apology, perhaps both of you deserve better than what the other could give. But all of that left you mind as you see him standing at the sink, music from a collection of 60’s swing music was playing so loud he didn’t hear you walk in or shut the door.

You watched his hands as they ran under the faucet, he must have just done the dishes. You weren’t sure what to do, whether to call his name, or sneak past him unseen and into your bedroom. You had no intention of sharing a bed with him tonight and just as you were about to say his name did he turn over to look at you.

“Hey,” he says, drying his hands off with a discarded towel. You couldn’t hear him and gesture to the loud music. He walks over to the stereo system in the adjacent room and turns the music off. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Yeah, I can tell,” you say, crossing your arms, moving towards your bedroom. “How long have you been here?”

“A few hours,” he says trailing behind you.

“I didn’t think you were coming back,” you grab your pajamas from the drawer, not looking at him. The tension was thick in the air, words hanging between you two, unsaid.

“I didn’t think I was either,” he says leaning against the door frame. You finally turn to look at him, his hair was disheveled, eyes red as if he’d been crying.

“Then what are you doing here?” Your voice was barely above a whisper. You wanted nothing more than to run to him and sing his praises, begging for his forgiveness.

“Y/N,” he begins walking toward you, “I am sorry for what I said earlier, I didn’t mean any of it and I never meant to hurt you.” He was standing in front of you. His hand was warm and soft against your cheek.

“Josh,” you whispered, tears brimming in your eyes. “I should be apologizing to you, I said horrible things and I didn’t mean any of it.” Your voice broke around a sob and one tear leaked out from your eye and down your cheek.

“Baby, you were already forgiven, there is no reason to be upset, okay? I don’t want to see you cry, come here,” he pulled you into his chest and you felt your body relax against his. This is where you belonged, this was where you wanted to be.

“I’m so sorry.”

He was rubbing smooth circles on your back. You clung to him then, unwilling to let him go.

“I have to shower, would you join me?” You ask, looking up at him.

“I would love to,” he says, pressing a kiss to your nose.

You steer you both towards the bathroom. His hand warm in yours. He flipped the lights on, illuminating the large bathroom.

Josh reached around you and turned the shower on and warm water began to fall from the shower head. He turned to you then, a small shy smile on his lips as he reached over and pressed his lips to yours. His fingers moved to the button of your jeans tugging them down your legs.

“Need you naked and wet,” he said, popping the waistband of your panties against your hip.

“Practice what you preach,” you say, taking your panties off, kicking them to the side.

He yanks his shirt over his head and you reach over and help him unlatch his belt. His pants fall to the floor. You remove your shirt and underwear as he kicks his underwear to the pile of your clothes that sit on the floor.

He stared at your mouth for a second, shook his head, and then pressed his lips to yours. Steam rose around the large bathroom and that damp heat licked at your skin while everything inside you turned soft. That was it, you were soft when he kissed you; but also needy and starved and mindless. There was nothing else in the world when his body collided with yours, and while you were there, with his hand in your hair, his shaft hard against your belly, and everything inside you lighting up in response, you didn't want anything else.

Josh backed you into the shower, a gentle mist raining over you both while you kissed and climbed and pawed at each other.

"I didn't come here with the intention of having sex," he said, his lips on your jaw.

"Consider this a happy accident."

"I mean," he started, rocking against you, "I didn’t think you would have let me stay,” you blinked water out of your eyes.

"Neither did I. But I’m happy you came back.”

You hooked your knee around his hip, and leaned back against the cool tile. He dragged his finger down your inner thigh and over your folds. “Don’t think we have to do this, I’m just happy to be here with you.”

You grabbed for the back of his neck, your fingers sliding through his hair and forcing his mouth to yours. He trailed kissed down your neck and attached his lips against your red errect nipple. Water splashed the tile walls around you and turned the air warm with steam.

Josh kissed down your stomach, looking up at you briefly before throwing your leg over his shoulder.

“So pink,” he whispers scattering kisses along your inner thighs before attaching his mouth to your clit. You feel your back begin to slide against the slick walls and you move your hands to grip his wet hair at the roots, needing an anchor.

You bring him closer to you with a shuddering gasp. He began to move his tongue against you, moving his hand up to pull your slippery nipple.

“Taste so sweet, could stay down here forever,” he says between nips and licks.

“Josh,” you moan out. You could feel the warm pool of pleasure begin to roll through your body. You pulled him back up toward you connecting his lips to yours. You could taste yourself as his tongue entwined with yours.

“I want to feel you inside me,” you whispered to him. He groaned against your mouth, his fingers dancing against your skin, moving to grip your hips. He plunges one into your entrance and you suck in a breath at the sensation.

“Are you okay?”

You nod your head at him.

“Do you want to stop?”

You shook your head this time, wanting nothing more than for him to keep going.

“Good,” he chucked against your neck. “Because you're here and wet and naked, and all of those things are my favorite things.”

You couldn’t help it, a laugh bursted from your lips and you shifted your hand down his torso, over his trimmed pubic hair to grip his cock. “Come here then.”

Water poured over one shoulder, slicking you both up as you moved together to find the right fit. He reached for your knee again, brushing a thumb over your clit, grinding his shaft between your legs. He murmured in your ear about your skin, your body, how much he wanted you, how hard he was for you, “You were made for me,” he tells you over and over, “just for me.” He pushed inside you with a slow rock and that was all it took to remind you that you were his in any ways possible.

You both fit together in a way that makes you question everything in the world. Every choice you’d ever made. If it didn't lead to this man and your leg wrapped around his hip, what were you even doing with your life? Nothing, that was the simple answer. Anything that existed outside of him and you together didn't matter.

“Talk to me," he said, his arm hooked under your knee as he pounded you into the wall. "I know what you're thinking, but I need to hear it."

You slipped a hand up his neck, into his hair. "What am I thinking?"

"That we fit together like puzzle pieces, and how warm and wet your sweet pussy is for me,” he panted. You pressed the pad of your thumb to his lips. He sucked your finger, bit down. That bite sent a strange, glorious throb to your clit.

“Fuck, Josh,” you groaned, shutting your eyes. "What are you doing to me?”

“I think you're doing it to me," he said, cock twitching inside of you. "Now, be a good girl and cum on this cock. I'm going to pinch your clit until you do."

"I'm not ready," you whined, your fingers twisting and pulling at his hair. You didn’t want this feeling to end, this drunkenness you felt on him and his body and how he was making you feel.

"Yes, you are," he gasped. "Look at me, open your eyes.”

You couldn’t help it, your eyes met his. “Stop fighting. Let me give you what you want.” He told you. His lips attached to your neck, sucking and licking.

He was so thick and made you feel so full, so overwhelmed with sensation. All you could do was tug his hair and watch while he stared down at you, his gaze filled with certainty and his jaw tight. You couldn't even move. You were pinned to this wall, spread as wide open as you could be, and clinging to the edge with every last toe and fingernail because you weren’t ready to fall over.

"I can't," you insisted.

"Do you feel that? Do you feel your clit throbbing? I do. Maybe I should make you pinch it. Then you'll see how ready you are." He moved his thumb and pointer finger to pinch and rub your throbbing clit. “Come on baby, you deserve to cum, you’re right there, give it to me.”

"I'm not." His thrusts were smooth and even and sure. Filling you up with each stroke, stretching you out to accommodate him.

"You know you've earned it. You know you deserve it. Stop fighting, sweetheart. Give it to me." You didn't want to fall over that edge. You really didn't. But those words worked on you too well. They hit right where you needed them, like his fingers and his cock.

"That's a good girl," he drawled, an arm drawn tight around you as you shook and moaned out his name. "That's my good girl. There you are.” He said running his tongue over your breast, purposefully leaving your nipple alone. You arch against him, yearning for him to show your abandoned nipple some attention. He laughs, knowing what you’re doing, giving it one last kiss.

He released his hold on your clit and you felt like you were about to pass out at the lack of friction. He touched his forehead to yours, moaned out a breath. His hips punched up and his eyelids drifted shut, and he pressed a roar into your shoulder. He jerked against you, his fingers flexing and digging into your skin as the orgasm moved through him. "You take me so well, sweetheart. I’m so lucky.”

Warm water cascaded around you both. The smile that stretched across your face wouldn't quit. It was the brightest, most thoroughly pleased you’d felt in forever. You gave him that pleasure, that joy that he deserved. It came from you and the things you both found when you came together, and you could probably do it again.

You felt his cock grow soft inside of you and he gripped your knee that was wrapped around him. You weren’t ready to let him go.

“Thank you for coming back,” you whisper against his lips when he kissed you gently.

“Thank you for giving me a reason to.” He said rubbing his nose against yours. You threaded your fingers with his. You felt so complete, so whole, and you knew that you would do anything to make sure this feeling lasted forever.

[thedaddycomplex]

My Comfort List

Hey! @tacosaysroar tagged me in this, so away we go...

Comfort Food:

Pasta of almost any variety, but my favorite is the old-world fettuccine Alfredo, which is not a cream sauce, but butter. It’s super simple and fucking amazing: Mince and sautée garlic (as much as your palate can handle, I use what experts call a “shit-ton”) in butter. Once the pasta’s done, toss it in the pan with the garlic, then plate it and dust the whole thing with a bunch of freshly grated Parmesan. It may sound like just buttered noodles with garlic and cheese, but it’s all in the preparation—it totally levels up the dish. If you’re feeling frisky, add shrimp to the garlic when sautéing.

Comfort Clothes:

It used to be board shorts and a T-shirt, but since the pandemic it’s been workout clothes. Even when I’m not working out.

Comfort Song:

Too many to mention, but no matter my mood, the one album that always makes me feel at peace and connected with the universe is Morphine’s Cure For Pain. To me, the whole thing tells a story of loss and self-forgiveness.

Comfort Movie:

I’d love to say it’s something classic like A Face In The Crowd or groundbreaking like Adaptation or touching like Shakespeare In Love, but my comfort movie has always been Xanadu—just a trashy musical blend of disco and ‘80s synth rock, all on roller skates.

Comfort Book:

Douglas Adams’ The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy. It not only makes me laugh every time I read it, but it also indelibly shaped my writing.

Comfort Activity:

Does sleeping count? No? Then, watching movies. And if it’s a rainy weekend day and I can spend all day in my pajamas watching a movie marathon, perfect.

Comfort Games:

I do not like games. Board games, card games, trivia games—I find them all boring and insipid. I know it’s out of fashion now, but I still enjoy playing Fortnite every once in a while, but that’s about it. We also have an old school Rampage arcade game. That’s fun.

OK, yay! Now, I get to tag people for their Comfort List. I tag @charliecapen, @bestnatesmithever, @lazydad (who I just saw in a TV commercial!), @lickystickypickyzzz, and @taylorswift.

[shorkbrian]

Okay so pro hero kiri has this big fat crush on his co worker! Reader who unintentionally rejecting his moves on her because she is so shy and awkward but slowly she shown some signs that she is into him so he changes tactics and acts more romantic which adds bonus points once he sees her blush when she reads the note attached to a deep red rose! fast forward to a couple of months of pinning and he is getting very frustrated especially with her enticing soft curves of her body so (1/2) 🌠 anon

oof okay listen!!!! open ur ears!!! I have something to say

(Warnings - stalking, Somnophilia, dubcon, NSFW, unsafe sex, blood from a bite wound but it’s very brief lol)

You’re a little paper pusher at his agency, you barely even interact with the big man, but he always makes time to swing by your desk and chat for a bit before he heads home.

Unfortunately, you’re about as smooth as a piece of burnt toast. His casual flirting goes right over your head, and you keep rejecting his advances and it’s so fucking frustrating. Can’t you see how hard he’s fallen for you? Kiri doesn’t understand why you look away whenever he bends down to rest his elbows on your desk, giving you the perfect view down his shirt to see his fat pecs (the man knows he’s got a banging’ body okay). He doesn’t get why you shy away from his touch when he tries to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

Kirishima can’t comprehend why you always turn him down when he mentions going out with you and some other co-workers (to make you feel more at-ease, he knows he can be intimidating) for drinks or a bite to eat.

He’s stressed - the man really wants to get to know you, but it’s like you’re completely oblivious to his intentions. He’s pretty sure you just see him as a goofy extroverted coworker that loves people. After all, he does stop and say hi to several other people every day as he makes his way over to your desk.

So Kirishima decides to up his game. Starts making his feelings obvious. He gets more touchy, perching on your desk to reach and rub your shoulders, laughing at your jokes and (gently) smacking a hand against your leg like a giggly schoolgirl. He talks about his workout routine and asks you if you think his muscles have been getting bigger. Could you check? Just with a hand around his bicep of course.

He buys a few gifts here and there; a cup of coffee for you with his number on the lid, a new pen when he noticed your favorite one broke, cute socks because he’s seen you wearing cute ones before, and he saw them and thought of you.

Each and every gift is accepted with the biggest blush he’s ever seen. You turn beet red, flush stretching down your neck and disappearing underneath your shirt. Kirishima chides himself for wanting to see how far the flush went, for wanting to rip off your shirt and bend you over right here and now.

But he didn’t like you just for your body, and he was willing to wait. 

Kirishima feels emboldened by the success of his other gifts, so he decides to write out his feeling in a note, get you a bunch of flowers, and present them to you Friday night. That way, you’d have time to think things over and process your own feelings before you saw Kiri again on Monday. To him, it seemed like the perfect plan.

And god, you were so cute when he gave you the flowers, he wanted to kiss you on the nose and then taste your lips, right then and there. 

But he didn’t.

He gave you a soft pat on the back before walking away. He was around the corner before he heard you gasp, which immediately made him backtrack and peek his head out so he could see you. Was it a good gasp? Or a bad gasp?

You had a little smile on your face, eyes twinkling as you read the note.

Kirishima pumped his fist, heart soaring. He finally got through to you.

Except he hadn’t.

On Monday, you didn’t say anything to him, hardly even looked at him. When he came by your desk to ask what you thought of the note, all he got was a fierce blush and mumbled sentences, before you bolted off to the bathroom.

It’s like he was back at square one. 

It made Kirishima feel... inadequate. His old middle-school insecurities came creeping back into his life. Was he not good enough? Was he just too boring and dull and you didn’t know how to tell him without hurting his feelings? What was wrong with him?

But he was an adult now, he could handle rejection.

The thing is, you weren’t rejecting him. 

You baked him cookies, dropping them off in his office while he was out, but they had your name on them and the most adorable little note, and Kirishima’s heart almost exploded. Plus, they tasted delicious. 

He got a text from you one night, a cute picture of a spiky red dog and a “this reminded me of you... Sleep well! <3″ and he spent the rest of the night imagining your wedding.

You kept showing signs that you were interested, yet you wouldn’t even look at him in person. Kirishima concluded that you were just too shy.

That was okay. He realized that the more time he gave you, the more you opened up to him. Maybe in a few months, the two of you could go on a date or something!

In the meantime, the man liked to check up on you, make sure you were safe. He was invested in you now, subtly following you home some nights to make sure nobody looked at you wrong.

He broke into your apartment quite often, but it was entirely justifiable! He wasn’t being a creep (okay, well, maybe just a little), he was just being a good friend, a good coworker. He had to make sure everything was safe, that no one could get in (other than him), that you hadn’t left a candle burning or the stove going. 

You slept like a rock, staying asleep even when Kirishima accidentally knocked a cup off your counter and broke it. To his surprise, there was no awakening, no screaming, yelling for him to get out or that he was a weirdo. Just you, snoring in your bed, a tiny bit of drool at the side of your mouth.

It was such a domestic scene, it warmed Kiri’s heart.

Sometimes the man liked to slip into bed beside you, frame creaking under his weight. It was a tight squeeze-he was a large man and your bed was made for one (1) person, but Kirishima didn’t mind. It just meant he got to press close to you, feel the warmth of your smaller body, hear your quite little huffs and snores and mumbles as you slept. 

He let himself relax, sink into the mattress. The next time he crawled into your bed, he let himself wrap an arm around you. The time after that, Kirishima felt brave enough to scooch under the covers, squeezing his eyes shut tight as he found that your pajamas consisted of a giant shirt and panties.

Bare legs.

Glad that he wasn’t a teenager anymore, he didn’t have to worry about cumming in his pants. Still, he found himself leaving your apartment with a chubbed-up cock more often than not.

You were just so soft. He wanted to touch all of you, to lick all over and get your plush flesh in-between his teeth. He wanted to bite into your shoulders as he fucked you into the mattress, pumping you with load after load of cum, until your stomach was swollen and you cried because you felt sick.

But Kirishima also wanted to hold you close, take showers together and wash your hair for you, make coffee in the morning and talk about last night’s episode of “Chopped”. He wanted to give you sappy smooches before getting to work, make you laugh with goofy jokes and give you hugs, pick you up and twirl you around whenever he saw you after being apart, no matter if it were days or minutes.

The nasty, dirty thoughts warred with the soft, gentle ones. Sometimes they mixed, Kirishima daydreaming of sweet, romantic sex. 

He just wanted you so bad.

One night, he’s crawled into bed with you like usual, rubbing a sock-clad foot over your bare legs, pressing chaste little kisses to the top of your head as he draws you into his arms. It was nigh impossible to wake you, so he felt no fear or apprehension in taking such bold actions.

Shuffling in your sleep, you throw a leg over his hip, snuggling deeper into the solid warmth that is his body. Kiri sighs, contented.

And then you start making noises.

Little huffs of breath, tiny whimpers, and when Kirishima looks down, your eyebrows are drawn up. You twitch against him, against the thick thigh that you had slung your leg over, and then repeat the motion. 

You’re.... You’re having a wet dream.

Kirishima lets out a shaky breath, trying to focus so he doesn’t crush your arm with his excited grip. You’re rutting against him steadily now, dragging your damp cunt against his leg, sighing at the friction, lips parted. 

His cock is rapidly hardening, and he wants to rub himself against your stomach, feel the cling of his shirt as he rucks it up with his rhythmic humping. But he doesn’t.

He’s a gentleman, he wouldn’t take advantage of you like that. You’re just having an unconscious reaction to a man being in your bed. Maybe further down the road, when he’s taken you on many romance-filled dates, then he can lay you down and whisper into your ear how much he loves you while the two of you make love.

The man is so taken with that fantasy that he almost misses the gentle gasp of a name falling from your lips.

But he didn’t, because it was his name.

A shiver ran through him; excitement? fear of you waking up? He didn’t know. When he checked your face, you were still asleep, letting out those little whimpers and moaning his name quietly.

God was real.

God was real, and he had made angels, and you were one of them. 

And lord forgive him, because Kirishima was about to sin.

How could he hold himself back? You were humping his leg, moaning his name and panting, in your sleep. You wanted him, you were just too shy to initiate or accept Kiri’s advances. 

Theres no way he’s holding himself back.

Covers are thrown off, Kirishima quickly detaching from you (oh how he missed your warmth immediately) to shuck off his clothes, almost falling on his face as he ripped off his socks. 

Then he’s looming over you, quickly pulling up your shirt, lifting your head gently, guiding your arms out. Your panties came off next, slid down your legs with shaky, excited hands.

Kirishima wanted to worship you. You were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, laid there on the bed, whining in your sleep for him, thighs rubbing together. He felt himself salivating, jaw itching to open and clamp down, to eat you whole. He wanted all of you.

Climbing back on the bed, Kiri pumped his cock a few times, precum flowing from the tip helping to smooth the way. He was going to fuck you now. 

No preamble, the man just spread your legs, settling between them. A quick rub of your pussy with his fingers had him finding it already drenched, and he groaned quietly, the hand around his cock moving faster. 

He shifted back slightly, only far enough to lift your legs, pressing your thighs up and back towards your chest. Your breathing changed slightly, but Kirishima wasn’t paying attention to that now. He didn’t care if you woke up now, you had just been dreaming about him. He was your wet dream come true, you’d surely appreciate how good he was about to make you feel.

Lining up was a bit more difficult than Kirishima was used to - he’d never been this excited to fuck someone in his life, hands trembling, heart beating out of his chest, sweat slicking his skin. But then the tip of his fat cock slipped inside, stretching you open, and all was right in the world for Kirishima.

He wanted to slam home, to push and push until he was balls deep and his tip was kissing your cervix. But he held himself back - he hadn’t stretched you, and he didn’t like the idea of hurting you in that way, he wanted your first time with him to feel good.

So he went slow, pushing inside an inch, waiting. Pushing another inch, then waiting. Waiting waiting waiting, he almost couldn’t rein in his desires. But he did, for you.

“Kiri?” You mumbled, eyes fluttering open. Kirishima wasn’t expecting you to speak so clearly, hips jumping forward, seating himself the rest of the way inside your heavenly warmth as the man swore.

“Kiri?” Clearer now, with a hint of panic. Kirishima looked up, and you were fully awake now, looking at the man with wide eyes.

“Hey baby.” He whispered, smiling gently. Your hands rose, one resting against his bicep, the other settling on his chest, and he shivered at your touch, at the feel of your tiny little hands on his flesh. 

“What’s-? When did you....?” It was so cute, the confused scrunch of your face. You were still fighting the mist of sleep, blinking owlishly up at the man on top of you. Fear hadn’t kicked in, although it was simmering underneath the surface.

“Hey, shhh. Don’t worry, I’m here. Gonna make you feel the best, you’re my pretty little girl, know that? I’ve been waiting so long for you.” He whispered, swooping down for a gentle kiss.

You didn’t fight him, just accepted the lips pressing against yours with confusion. It probably felt like you were still in a dream, hazy and relaxed.

Kirishima couldn’t wait anymore, his cock was throbbing, your insides were molten and he felt like he was going to explode. He wanted, no, needed to move.

His first thrust was small, just a quick schlick out, and the same noise when he pushed back in. You were sopping wet, and the slide made it easy for him to move. Even more proof that you wanted this. 

You gasped, eyes fluttering closed as you pulled away from the kiss. Kiri huffed out a joyful, breathless laugh as he thrusted again, sparks of pleasure lighting up in his gut. 

“Mm, Kiri wait-” You moaned, nails digging into his bicep and chest. Kirishima ignored you, speeding up, trying to angle his hips to find your sweet spot. One of his hands held your hip, the other brushing your hair out of your eyes as he cooed at you. “Pretty baby, my beautiful girl. You’re making me feel amazing, love you so much. Feeling good? I can feel you trying to milk my cock. You want my cum?”

Dazed, assaulted by so many sensations straight out of sleep, you couldn’t exactly grasp what was going on. But Kirishima’s question snapped you fully awake, and you squirmed against his body. “No, no, don’t do that.” You mumbled.

“Shh, shh, you’re okay. I’m gonna pump you nice and full, you’ll feel all warm and round. Look so cute like this.” He grunted, going harder and harder with his hips.

Then he angled just right, striking your sweet spot, and you cried out in pleasure, bucking your hips involuntarily. “Mm, there we go. Feels good, doesn’t it honey?”

It was a rhetorical question - you were too busy writhing on Kirishima’s cock to answer, one of his hands pressing flat over your stomach to feel the subtle bulge of his cock as he fucked into your guts.

“Oh Kiri! Wait, I’m not-! Wait!” You whimpered, steadily reaching your orgasm. You didn’t want to cum, you needed to slow down and gather your wits, figure out what was happening and why Kirishima was here and when this had started and-

Kiri pulled out, quickly manhandling you as if you weighed nothing. He was so strong, it was easy for him to flip you onto your stomach, pulling you to your hands and knees. 

“Gonna fuck you full. You’re gonna take all of my cum, gonna get bred like a good girl, my good girl.” His teeth were clenched as he slid back home, hissing as your wet heat welcomed him. You whined at the pleasurable sensation, unable to stop your hips from fucking back, trying to take more of his cock. 

“Ohhh, fuck yeah, look at you. Knew you wanted this, wanted me. You’re so perfect, taking my cock so well. You like having my fat cock filling you up? Messing up your insides? Making you all wet and sloppy?”

His hand found its way to your clit, the area already wet from the copious amounts of slick and precum the two of you had produced. Kiri quickly began rubbing large circles over your button, thumb big and calloused and oh so good.

Kirishima’s other hand grabbed at your chest, attaching to your tit and pawing at you. He was quickly devolving into a feral man, animalistic in the way he fucked you, thrusts harsh and fast and too much but hitting you just right-

You cried out as you came, convulsing in the man’s arms at the strength of the orgasm he ripped from your body.

He didn’t take a second, spurred on by your orgams and the tightening of your cunt, and instinctively bit down on your shoulder, almost growling as he pounded into you.

“Fuck, fuck! Kiri ouch, fuck!” You yelped, his sharp teeth breaking skin.

The man paid you no heed, rabbiting his hips until he started to cum, his hot seed flowing into your pussy. His hips kept going, twitching as they slowed down until they stopped completely, both of you absolutely spent.

Nothing but the sounds of panting filled the air, and Kirishima finally unhooked his teeth from your shoulder, wincing at the stream of blood the started to roll down your back.

“Oh, baby m’sorry.” He mumbled, a bit drunk off the pleasure still coursing through his veins.  You collapsed forward, his arms no longer holding you up. 

Kirishima didn’t pull out as he laid down next to you, keeping your hips firmly cemented to his own so that none of his cum would escape, pulling you close to his body in the process. “Pretty baby, I love you. Thank you.”

It was just a dream, it had to be. You were left with no choice but to console yourself with that thought, unable (and unwilling) to think of any other possibilities. 

A wet tongue lapped at your back, Kirishima licking up the blood from the wound he inflicted. “I’ll be more gentle next time, I can be good with my teeth, I promise.”

You ignored him, letting your exhausted self flicker between awake and asleep, confused, disoriented, overwhelmed. 

What did he mean by “next time”?

[serendipitywrites]

Deceptions and Daisies (4)(m)

words 4.5k this chapter is pure smut and angst 🤡 (p.s. sorry this took so long, life has been crazy lately and I had some writers block I had to work through. Anyways, hope you enjoy!)

chapters (one, two, three )

After that last ‘fight’ you and Wooyoung had, you’ve been spending a lot of time with San. 

he’s been stopping by after classes just to say hi, or even bringing your favorite snacks, since he, unfortunately, knows that you tend to forget to eat when you’re stressed. Sometimes he doesn’t really need a reason, he just likes to just relax with you, talking about everything and yet nothing.

He’s come to learn a lot about you in the past few weeks and you’re always amazed at how well he can read you and your emotions. You’ve been feeling so bare and open around him, and surprisingly it’s been a welcoming feeling, it’s been nice to just be… well, yourself again. It might be too soon, but he feels like one of your closest friends already. Honestly, San has even been around more than Wooyoung lately.

Your boyfriend would often visit his ‘ex’ and ‘just a dance friend’ then rather see you, it felt like.

although, after you had confronted Wooyoung, you feel like he has been putting in at least a little more effort for you both. It may seem pathetic to some, but you weren’t ready to give up, not after eight months of being happy and loving him. You admit you were feeling close to giving up, but after talking things over for hours and hours, you decided to give him another chance. Obviously, not everything was perfect and you weren’t expecting that, but the ups and downs are always what made you both stronger together, at least you feel that way.

‘Woo.. you’re so different lately. Are you really here with me? even when we’re together lately, I just feel so… alone’ insecurity laces your voice.

He sits across from you on the couch, letting your words sink in.

He looks at you and instead of denying it this time, he just puts his head in his hands and exhales.

He looks up after a few seconds, looking uneased. 

‘I don’t feel like myself lately.. and I guess I was just hoping you didn’t notice’ he confesses.

‘Really? because It’s all I notice. I thought we didn’t keep things from each other, Woo’ you say surprised, mumbling the last words softly. 

And for the first time in a while, he isn’t looking defensive over your honesty.

‘y/n, I haven’t been.. completely honest with you.’ he sounds anxious and you stare at him nervously, waiting.

‘I’ve been seeing Hana after work sometimes.. when I don’t come here’ he sounds ashamed, and in your current state of mind, he should be ashamed. You didn’t fall in love with this Wooyoung, the one who lies.

‘Why? Why are you seeing her, Woo? No more lies or we’re done, I swear. I can’t keep doing this’ you try your best to sound confident and not let your hurt show.

He looks at you with guilt and swallows hard ‘I swear we aren’t doing anything, not like that. We’ve just been talking and I’m helping her to dance’ he says like he hopes to convince you.

‘Then why? And why do you look so guilty?’ you implore.

‘...She said she still loves me’ he confesses.

Your heart sinks. You weren’t an idiot, you could tell there was something deeper left between them, but it still really fucking hurts.

‘And do you love her?’ you ask weakly. 

‘I love you’ he replies quickly and with certainty. 

‘That’s not what I asked, woo’ you feel your eyes start to water and you try desperately to keep him from noticing.

He stares at you so softly yet cautiously ‘y/n, listen to me. What I had with her.. It wasn’t ever really as genuine as I thought at the time. If I’m honest, I think we only got together because she was lonely. Besides that, she is my past and you are my now. I want this, I want you, and I want us.. For a long time, if you’ll still have me’ he meets your eyes.

Your chest is aching. 

even if his words are reassuring, you know you can’t just keep forgiving him so easily.

‘I want us too, but I can’t keep going on like this. I can’t pretend it doesn’t hurt anymore when you are with her more than me. I’m not dumb, Woo. I knew you were with her and I just... I can’t. This isn’t me, i’m not some cliche jealous girlfriend’ you trail off in a frustrated tone, feeling some tears drop from your eyes and meeting your cheeks. This isn’t how the talk was supposed to go, but is anything ever easy lately?

He pulls you into his arms and rests his head in the crook of your neck. ‘Just one more chance, I’ll do better. I’ll be the boyfriend you deserve. I’ll be good for you.’ you feel yourself tremble in his hold. his voice heavy with emotion, he breathes hotly onto your neck and presses a wet and gentle kiss against you ‘I love you, y/n’ you sigh and try to hide a slight sniffle ‘I love you too.. Please don’t make me regret this’ 

San tosses a french fry in your direction, it pulling you from your thoughts.

He sits at the edge of your bed with a small fast food bag, staring at you expectedly.

You can tell he just got out of class by the way his hair is slicked back and his cheeks are still a bit flushed. He's dressed in a loose tank top, which must be some of his workout clothes. He must have come by straight after teaching and that thought makes you all tender for some reason. It’s just that you know that San likes to go straight home after work or school, but instead, he went and got you some food and chose to spend time with you. It may seem little, but it means a lot to you. It’s your day off from work and even if you told him to just head home and relax, having him here feels really nice. You’ve spent the day in your pajama shorts and a baggy shirt and if it was any other friend then you’d feel nervous and under-dressed, but you know that San doesn’t care.

‘If you don’t eat your fries, then I will’ he shoves some fries in his mouth messily, being an absolute goof.

You toss the fry back at him and it hits his chest, he looks at you offended. ‘Shush. Now where’s our ketchup?’ you tease him and he smiles, his dimple showing.

He tosses you the bag softly. ‘Yes, princess, and I got your extra ketchup too. You know, I get some weird looks for taking over 25 ketchup packets, so you owe me.’ 

You scoot towards him and hug his back ‘you’re the best, Sannie, you know that?’ you say in a sing-songy voice. You suddenly feel your breasts rub against his back through your thin shirt and you stiffen, feeling embarrassed. You’re just hoping that he didn’t notice. (He’s just thankful you can’t see the blush on his face) He nudges you off of him and you fall back gently on your pillow ‘I mean something I actually want’ 

you poke his back with your socked foot in offense ‘Hey! I give good hugs. you’re sweaty anyways, so fine, whatever’ he laughs at your sassy behavior. ‘Come sit with me?’ you pat the pillow next to you, he obliges. 

he rests his head against your headboard and shuffles a bit to get comfortable.

'so..' he tilts his head at you 'is Wooyoung coming over later?' 

you nod a bit shyly 'yeah, he has tomorrow off so he's going to spend the night.' you smile, getting excited to spend some time with your boyfriend. 

He gives you a small smile of acceptance ‘so things are back to normal?’

You shrug ‘I mean.. no? But he’s trying, we’re trying. He hasn’t been seeing… her as much’ you mumble carefully, not wanting to say her name. He understands, he doesn’t like her either. 

‘She hasn’t been around the studio either. Maybe Woo finally stopped being an idiot.’

You chuckle ‘that idiot is my boyfriend, but yes, he’s an idiot, my idiot’

You both finish snacking and put on some anime on your laptop, watching it together on your bed. You’re both resting against your headboard when Sans phone goes off. He says to ignore it but then his phone keeps buzzing over and over, he sighs, looking irritated, he runs his hand through his blonde hair ‘I’ll be a minute’ he says sounding agitated and heads out of the room. You figure it must be important, so you pause the anime and wait for him. 

After a few minutes, you get bored and grab your phone. You notice a few messages from Wooyoung.

Woo ♥ Can’t wait to see you, sweetheart

Woo ♥ Just a couple more hours ♥

Woo ♥ Want me to bring any food or snacks?

You see that his last message was about ten minutes ago and you decide to reply

sent Just bring yourself ♥ I just got some food, but thank you~! San brought me a burger and fries 🥳!

You get a response pretty quickly after sending that, surprisingly.

Woo ♥ Why is San there? Tonight is supposed to be our night.

Is he actually jealous right now? You aren’t sure what is going through his head so you send him another message

Sent Because he’s my friend? and he wanted to see me. We’re hanging out before you come over then he’s heading home, not that it even matters.

You send back, feeling slightly irritated. 

Woo ♥

I just wanted you all to myself tonight, sweetheart. I can’t wait. Besides San has a date tonight, I'm sure he’ll be leaving soon. 

You read his message over again, feeling taken aback a bit.

Before you have time to reply to Wooyoung, San makes it back in the room. He puts his phone on your dresser and relaxes against your pillow, he exhales tiredly.

Does he really have a date tonight? And why wouldn’t he tell you? 

‘Everything okay?’ you ask him softly.

‘Yeah.. Yeosang just keeps trying to set me up on these blind dates and he doesn’t take no for an answer.’ he sighs. 

‘I take it you got roped into one?’ you chuckle, feeling a weird sense of relief that he chose to share this with you. 

‘This would be the third actually, He keeps picking his sisters friends and it’s already so awkward when we see him and his sister at parties, I guess she doesn’t take me not wanting to date her friends so easily.’ he looks tired. 

You pat his head gently ‘i’m sure when the right person comes along, you’ll know’

He’s laying on your pillow while you have your back rested against the wall, your laptop sits in between you two. 

He meets your eyes ‘I think so too’ he smiles, so damn sweetly. God, that dimple makes you so soft and you swear that he knows. 

You both settle and watch some more anime, after a few episodes, he decides to head home, looking tired from his long day. 

‘Be safe?’ you’re at your door telling him goodbye.

‘Always, princess’ he bows all cheesily. 

You punch at his arm for teasing you and he catches your hand. ‘Too slow’ he laughs.

‘Once I get better reflexes, you’re done for’ you respond with far too much sass. 

He’s still holding onto your hand when he pulls you in for a hug. The position you’re hugging him in has your arms wrapped around his neck rather than his waist. His arms wrap loosely around your waist.

Somehow, this hug feels… different

Your heart starts to beat faster. Of course, you don’t let yourself think too much into it, you can’t. Besides, this is San, one of Wooyoungs best friends. 

He pulls you closer and your face rests against his shoulder.

‘I’m here if you need me. I’ll stop by again soon’ 

You both pull away from the hug tenderly.

‘Same, but I think you need might need me more, you know, to rescue you from your dates’ you offer and he gives a small laugh. 

‘I’ll remember that’ he waves with a grin and heads out, the door clicking behind him. 

You’re really glad he came over today.

After waving him off you head to the bathroom to take a shower before Wooyoung heads over, which should be in about an hour.  The shower is calming yet exciting. Just knowing that you’re about to see your boyfriend has you so energetic. 

After getting out, you put on some vanilla lotion (knowing that it was Wooyoungs favorite) and blow-dry your hair, you dab on some light lip gloss to finish it off.  You decided to put on a sheer baggy sweater with a tank top underneath, knowing that you look cute. You kept your sleep shorts on, though. they are your favorite after all. 

You pick up your apartment a little before he heads over, and of course feed your fish baby, Clem.  Sometime after you finish cleaning you hear a knock on your front door and your heart jumps. Excited but anxious to see your boyfriend.

You pull open the door to see a tired and sweaty looking Wooyoung in front of you, in his hands he holds a small bag and a single red rose.  You already feel yourself grinning at his antics.

‘Really? Are you trying to impress me, Mr. Jung?’

He smirks ‘depends, is it working?’

You pull him into your apartment and plant an aggressive kiss on his lips. 

After pulling away, his lips try to chase yours again immediately.

‘So impatient already’ you tease.

‘It’s been 3 days, baby. I’m past impatient at this point.’ he whines and puts his bag down.

He hands you the rose and you blush a little bit.  ‘Thanks..’ you mutter feeling slightly shy and he just softly kisses your forehead.

He heads towards the couch and pulls you with him. You end up sitting in between his legs as he lays on the couch. His black fluffy hair is parted so you can see his eyes.

‘You’re so pretty, sweetheart.’ he says with affection and you turn your head, feeling shy under his gaze. He notices and you being shy and pulls you down on his lap for a kiss.

You’re truly in awe of this man and god.. you’ve missed this so much. Just the both of you, no drama, no lies, no Hana, just the both of you being with one another.

With you on his lap and kissing him he eventually starts to slowly grind into you, his bulge already thick and hot. You realize soon after that he isn’t wearing anything under his loose joggers.

‘Really, Woo? Nothing under here?’ you ask in surprise and reach your hands down to where the outline of his briefs would be and he just smirks at you and grips your hips.

‘I missed you, sweetheart..’ and you let yourself fall into him, getting lost in lust and feeling some wetness drip out of you.

He puts his hands under your shorts and massages the swell of your ass with his fingers. You shiver at his touch, whining in his hold ‘really? Already?’ not expecting sex this soon.

‘Really’ he replies, voice thick with arousal. Suddenly he moves one of his hands lower and cups you through your panties, feeling the hotness of your cunt radiate. You moan needily and he slips a few fingers inside your panties, running his fingers through your obscene amount of wetness. It takes him far too long to slip the first finger inside of you and when he does, you absolutely crumble against him. You feel yourself soaking his hand and you couldn’t care less. He has two fingers curling against your insides and you want nothing more than to sit on this mans thick dick and have a mind-blowing orgasm. 

Of course, he doesn’t let you cum yet, he just teases you until you’re about to scream in frustration. So, you find yourself reaching for his pants with a whine, trying desperately to get them off of him and you hear him chuckle at you. ‘Shut up.. Need you..’ you say deprived.

After a few more minutes of kissing and him having you at the precipice of an orgasm, he has enough and tugs your shorts off aggressively and with zero care where they end up.

He pulls your sweater off and you practically rip his shirt off of him.

‘Please?’ you whimper, him under you, watching you already fall apart for him.

He lowers his joggers just enough for you to get to his dick, moving quickly. You can tell he’s eager to get inside of you. 

‘Shit’ he says breathily when his dick rubs against the slit of your wet and puffy cunt. 

‘Condom?’ he asks gruffly and it surprises you. You and Wooyoung don’t use condoms… You haven’t since you both got tested, two months into your relationship. Also, you’ve always been on birth control, but you’re far too drunk with lust to think properly or question him so instead of replying you just grab his dick and angle it towards your entrance and drop down on him.

The moan he lets out reverberates through your apartment. He fills you up so perfectly. His thickness stretches you out and before dropping down on him again, you bring your fingers down to where you are both connected and whimper at the feeling. He must get be getting impatient, because he grips your hips hard enough to bruise and thrusts up into you, fully sheathing himself inside of you.

Sweat drips from his forehead as he starts to fuck you harder, and after a few minutes he gets impatient and you get on your knees for him, anxious for him to get back inside of you, your wetness dripping down your thighs. You both sigh in relief when he finally gets back in.

He’s pounding you from behind and you feel his fingertips already bruising your hips, but you honestly love it. The way his cock drags against your insides has you nearly in tears and you whine, pushing back on his cock. He catches your hips mid-thrust and helps guide you back onto him even harder. The meat of his thighs slaps against your ass so deliciously.

He’s grunting behind you, holding onto you possessively ‘yeah? Like my cock, sweetheart?’ he asks huskily. You trail off in response, sounding a pitiful mess, almost in tears ‘yes, the best’ tears fall from your eyes and you can tell from behind you that he’s getting close already. ‘No one can make you feel this good?’ he asks again, his tone dominant and intense, his voice deep. ‘Just you..’ he knows how easily he can make you fall apart. you grip your hands harder onto the couch and you’re having a hard time thinking straight with him fucking you so hard, just then he reaches his hand towards your front and starts to rub circles onto your clit. You are delirious at this point. He knows that you’re close and spreads your legs further, giving him room to abuse your puffy clit. Your peak is coming and you can’t form words at this point ‘only I can make you feel this good’ he whispers in your ear with certainty and determination. You’re not exactly in the right state of mind to wonder why he’s being so dominant, with your orgasm at arms reach. You’re whining and writhing under him, and with a slight pinch to your clit you find yourself cumming on his cock. You practically scream form the strength of it and he moans loudly behind you, fucking into you ruthlessly, his sweat dripping on your back. Just when you think he’s about to cum, he pulls out of you and finishes outside of you. Moaning loudly, he milks himself onto your ass. You feel cold all of a sudden. 

Why did he pull out? He is obviously oblivious, basking in his afterglow.  But you’re laying there confused.

‘Thanks, baby.. I needed that.’ he grabs some tissues to clean you up and softly flips you on your back on the couch. You see him all flushed and red from fucking you, his hair curled slightly from sweating. ‘...I did too. You didn’t come inside, though’ you say with a pout, feeling almost silly. He smiles at you ‘was my little slut wanting to be filled up?’ you turn to your side and he senses your mood slightly shifting, he comes to sit next to you on the couch. You’re still laying there mostly naked with his cum still dripping down your thighs. ‘I wasn’t even really thinking. I just know it can get messy’ you turn to him ‘well, don’t do that.’ he chuckles at you. ‘Never again, my love.’ after that, you both take a shower together, he rubs your back and kisses at the back of your neck, which has you giggling and pulling away. Being ticklish isn’t exactly romantic, you feel like.

He stays in the bathroom a bit longer and you decide to get your laptop and put on something for you both. 

You hear a buzzing coming from the living room, realizing it’s Wooyoungs phone. With things being more at ease now, you feel comfortable grabbing his phone and heading to the bathroom door to knock ‘Woo, your phone is going off. Is your hair dry yet?’

After you say that it buzzes again and by accident you see who it’s from, only seeing a snippet of a couple of messages. 

Hana Are you done yet?

Hana I miss you.

The last message is what shocks you the most.

Hana Why won’t you just tell her already??

You drop his phone loudly as he opens the bathroom door, some steam coming out.

‘Hey, what’s wrong?’ he sees you looking pale-faced and stunned. He looks worried.

Ha, worried? You thought.

‘I saw your messages’ You say bluntly. You’ve had enough with being timid and calm about this. You’re done.

He suddenly looks nervous ‘my messages?’ he asks, looking confused.

‘Yes, your messages. Now get the fuck out of my apartment’ you say with conviction.

He just stares at you, his jaw slightly dropped.

‘I don’t think you read what you think you did’ he says calmly.

You scoff at him, looking at him like he thinks you’re some sort of idiot ‘really? Because according to Hana you have something to tell me, what might that be?’

‘Look, y/n, we need to talk but -’

You cut him off in frustration ‘I can’t with these lies. I fucking can’t anymore’ you break off and feel some tears of frustration fall out of your face, which you try hiding from him. ‘did you really come by just to fuck me and then leave me?’

he looks baffled ‘what are you talking about y/n?’ 

a few seconds pass and he decides to try again.

‘Can we please sit down and talk?’ he asks exasperatedly.

‘Why? So you can tell me that we’re over, or that you did in fact cheat on me?’ ‘I trusted you, I really did. You knew what I went through.’

Instead of responding he just stares at you sadly. He has the audacity to look guilty, to look upset at this.

‘Please leave.. Please. I can’t do this, not tonight, not any more’ 

‘y/n, please listen to me, just hear me out-’ he tries to explain, at least you think he’s trying to explain, but you can’t bear to even hear his voice right now.

‘Please! Please leave!’ you wail.

‘I can’t leave you like this, I can’t.’ he says desperately, trying to reason with you. His body trying to inch closer to you and you pull back quickly, not wanting to be touched by him.

You let out a wet laugh 

‘Sure you can, you’ve done it before.’ you know it was a low blow, but you honestly don’t fucking care how he feels right now.

‘Leave. I’m calling San.’ he scoffs at you, looking far too pissed off, something changes in his aura at the mention of his friend. ‘what a fucking surprise. The moment I leave, you call San, just like clockwork. You know for getting mad at me for spending time with someone else, you look pretty fucking hypocritical.’ he seethes.

Before you can even think it over, your hand meets his cheek. He stares at you in complete shock. ‘I would never do anything to betray you, Wooyoung. I love you so fucking much it drives me insane. I let you in, I never do that. I would never stoop that low. oh, and San? Your best friend? He’s a good person, and fuck you for thinking that he would do something so malicious’ you say then fall onto the floor and break into a sob. Barely able to breathe. this snaps Wooyoung out of his sudden anger and again, he tries to come comfort you and you just beg him to leave. Regretfully, he gives up and leaves, knowing that he can’t do anything to help you, not now. he did this to you, and as much as he wants to comfort you, he doesn’t deserve to. he tells you how much he loves you and how fucking sorry he is before he leaves in shame and remorse. You need time, he’ll try to give that to you. in the meantime, you’re left on the floor, in an absolute mess, having trouble breathing from the strength of your cries. 

After catching your breath finally muster some energy to call San, trying to calm down enough to talk.

He answers after a few rings ‘Hey you, I was just thinking of you, I saw the weirdest goldfish at the -’ 

He stops talking when he realizes that you aren’t responding and he just hears harsh breathing on the other line.

‘You okay, princess?’ you just sob in response and that was all that he needed. ‘I’ll be there in ten minutes. Just breathe. Can you unlock the door for me? That’s all you need to do.’ he says gently. ‘Unlocked already’ you sniffle.

‘Just ten minutes.’ and he hangs up after a minute, promising to hurry.

There was some slight traffic, so San ends up getting there about 20 minutes later. The sight he finds upon entering the apartment is you on the floor, at the edge of your bed, curled into a circle with a bra and your sleeping shorts on, hickeys covering your neck and chest.

He doesn’t even need to ask to know that whatever happened was Wooyoungs fault.

He carries you as softly as possible to your bed, doing his best not to wake you since he knew whatever happened - you’d need the energy later to deal with it.

All he knew, was that he was about to break his friend’s nose.

[dcbbw]

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” “I can’t get enough of you.” “Let’s have a lazy day. Just you and me.” Driam 😍

Thanks for the ask, @ao719! And THANK YOU to my pre-readers adn idea bouncers  @sirbeepsalot and @choiceslife

Parts of this answer/fic are NSFW

Liam woke up reluctantly; he wanted a few more minutes of sleep, of being snuggled against Drake’s warm skin. The Queen was in Sweden on a goodwill mission; she was due to return tomorrow evening. Time was short for the King and his lover, and Liam wanted to savor every minute of it.

Sunlight struggled against closed curtains to light the room. Liam opened one eye and saw Drake’s side of the bed was empty. Liam opened both eyes, a frown of confusion on his face. His hand patted the sheets.

Cold.

He pulled himself up on an elbow, staring at the empty space before sitting up fully in the bed. He listened for sounds of movement from the bathroom, but silence met his ears. He swung his legs over the side to the bed, the thud of his feet swallowed by the plush carpeting.  He rose from the bed, crossed the bedroom, and walked down the hall to enter the kitchen.

Empty.

Liam looked at the clock; 7:30am. Swallowing over the sudden lump in his throat, the monarch began preparing a pot of coffee to brew. The hot beverage had just begun to percolate, filling the common areas with its distinct aroma, when the chamber door opened.

It was Drake, wearing a white tee shirt and black basketball shorts. A towel was slung around his neck. He was slightly sweaty, the sheen of perspiration glistening on his arms and legs.

He had been working out. He hadn’t left. For some reason that pissed Liam off even more.

Drake’s lips split in a grin at the sight of Liam. He made his way to Liam, close enough that Liam could clearly see the stubbly hair covering Drake’s jawline.

“Good morning,” he said softly, running his fingers through Liam’s hair.

Liam stepped away from Drake to pour himself a cup of the hot coffee. He was spooning sugar into the mug when he looked over at Drake.

His eyes flat, and his lips pressed together, he asked a question. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

Drake was standing next to him at the kitchen island, pouring coffee. He shrugged.

“You were sleeping so soundly, figured I’d get up and get a workout in. Maybe cook breakfast if you’re hungry enough.”

“You should have woken me up!” Liam said stubbornly. “You know we’re on borrowed time! While the Queen may know of our affections for each other, she is not approving of it. I need to spend every free moment I can with you while we’re not under prying eyes.”

“We are always going to be under prying eyes! Whether she’s here or not. The only thing different with her being gone is whose bed we’re sleeping in,” Drake replied in a calm voice.

“Drake, everything’s different with her gone, and you know it! And I don’t want reminders of our reality until it’s time.”

“Your reality, Liam. I wake up alone damn near every morning. What we have is a fantasy, you know that. Stolen moments that don’t last nearly long enough. Memories to hold us both over until next time, whenever that is. So, not sorry for sticking to my routine and not falling back into the what-if’s and what you’ll do’s game you insist on playing, because it’s not gonna happen!”

Liam’s eyes were flat and sparkling with unshed tears. “I’m sorry I had to choose a Queen. I’m sorry I didn’t stand up for us. But I had to, Drake. I’m bound to Cordonia, you know that. A King must have a Queen!”

“I know all that, Li. I KNOW IT! And I’ve accepted it. Maybe it’s time you did too.”

Liam set his mug down on the counter a little harder than necessary. “Forgive me for wanting to spend my limited freedom with you. Please, carry on with your routine.”

Liam entered his bedroom, feelings of anger and disappointment flooding him. He paused, looking around:

The wedding portrait on the wall. The Queen was a beautiful vision in white. Her smile demure, her eyes devoid of emotion.

The two walk-in closets on either side of the four poster, canopied king-sized bed, one filled with designer dresses, shoes, and expensive perfumes.

The silk robe that hung on a door hook in the bathroom.

He looked down at his hand. The simple gold band on his left ring finger.

This was his life now.

He hated it.

He sat heavily on the side of the bed … her side. With a frustrated exhale of breath, Liam laid back across the bed. His eyes stared unseeingly at the canopy arched above. He felt his heart breaking, and a lump forming in his throat as he choked back sobs.

He loved Drake so much; too much. Drake was all he saw, all he wanted. If he could, he would go back in time and refuse the Crown just as his brother Leo had. He would stand up to his father, turn his back on his country, and seize the love and happiness that seemed destined to elude him.

The King sighed through broken breath.

No, he wouldn’t.

He could easily abdicate now if he truly felt the love he claimed to have for Drake. He would divorce his Queen and free them both to be with others who could provide them what they couldn’t they give each other: love, unconditional and unrestricted; respect, not resentment; loyalty to each other, not Cordonia.

But he wouldn’t.

He would stay in his loveless marriage, secretly hating those who had put him in this position. Hating himself for not removing himself from it.

Liam wondered if he was truly in love with Drake, or merely what Drake represented: the freedom to be himself. Liam wondered if it was love, or merely the thrill of the clandestine that kept him lusting after Drake. He ran his fingers through his hair; there were too many thoughts, not enough time

And then the tears fell … tears of anger, frustration, and confusion. He didn’t realize how loudly he was sobbing until he felt the bed shift and the pad of Drake’s thumb gently brushing his wet cheek.

“Hey, hey,” Drake soothed. “What’s all this for?”

Liam shook his head helplessly. “I don’t even know,” he choked out.

Drake eye’s searched Liam’s tear streaked face: his eyes squeezed tightly shut as water leaked beneath his lids, the redness coloring his cheeks and nose, his hands randomly wiping his never-drying face. With a sigh, Drake stood so he was in front of Liam’s legs. His fingers grasped the waistband of the King’s pajama bottoms and yanked them down over his slim hips until they pooled at his ankles.

Liam felt fabric brushing against his skin, and cool air on his genitals. His cheeks burned with embarrassment at being his most vulnerable: naked and crying.

In front of Drake.

Because of Drake.

Was this a punishment or a penance?

Drake stepped away to pull off his tee shirt and remove his basketball shorts; he pushed his tennis shoes off. Once he was naked, he knelt in front of Liam to pull his lover’s pants completely off. In a soft voice, he urged Liam to sit up. Reluctantly, Liam pulled himself upright. His reddened eyes widened slightly at the sight of Drake’s naked body.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking a shower. Come join me.” Drake’s eyes were pleading, his voice soft.

In the oversized shower, the men stood under the beveled square rainfall showerhead, watching each other as hot water poured over their hair and their bodies. Liam’s hand tentatively reached out, his fingers raking across Drake’s chest. He felt the silkiness of wet chest hair against his fingertips. His words were hesitant when he finally broke the silence between them.

“I’m sorry, Drake for not loving you enough. Not then, not now. I’m sorry for forcing you to live my fantasy and not respecting your need to live a reality.”

Drake listened, his face stoic at Liam’s words. He stepped forward until not even the shower spray could find a crevice to stream hot water down the fronts of their bodies. His hand cupped Liam’s cheek. “I am in love with you. And I love you enough to accept that Cordonia is bigger than the both of us. Does it suck sometimes? Yes! But I’d rather be on the fringes than without you at all.”

Their lips crashed together, tongues twisting and curling together. There was a desperation in this affirmation of their love, of their refusal to be torn completely apart from each other. Wet hands gripped slick shoulders; ragged breaths escaped their mouths when they broke away to come up for air. Drake’s teeth pulled at Liam’s lower lip, scraping at soft, full flesh. Liam’s hands splayed over Drake’s cheeks, his eyes drinking in the face that filled his mind and haunted his thoughts.

Liam’s lips found the hollow of Drake’s throat, his mouth sucking and pulling almost painfully at the skin. There would be marks; neither cared. Somewhere in the backs of their minds, they knew they had until tomorrow morning, but it didn’t register.

All they had was now. Now to say I’m sorry. Now to say I love you. Now to claim each other, to remember each other this way when Liam went back to being King and husband, and Drake went back to being his best friend.

Liam sank to his knees, the tiles cool and damp against his kneecaps. Droplets of water fell in his face and eyes, blurring his vision slightly, but he didn’t need to see; his mouth sought and found Drake’s erect cock and with a moan, his lips wrapped around the shaft, swallowing what he craved.

Drake’s head fell back at the sensation of being wrapped in warm wetness, water pelting his now marked throat; he stretched his arms out, his palms flat against the shower wall. He braced his legs when he felt his hands sliding down the wet surface.

Liam’s head moved rhythmically along Drake’s length, his tongue coiling around the shaft, occasionally sliding along his slit to capture salty pearls of pre-cum. He heard Drake’s hisses and moans, and it spurred his efforts. He relaxed his jaws so he could deep throat his lover, feeling his cock slide deeper into his mouth as his nose pressed against heavy, low hanging balls.

Drake’s hips ground against Liam’s face as he whispered directives:

“Go slower … lick my balls … oh yeah, take it all … suck the head … “

Liam did all Drake commanded, his tongue flattening against the underside of the shaft as his hands gripped Drake’s hips.

Drake felt his release building and stepped away from Liam. The King looked up at him with pleading eyes, begging for more. “I can’t get enough of you, Drake,” he whimpered.

Drake’s eyes left Liam’s face long enough to find the lubricant, hidden away on a shelf filled with shampoos and body washes. Once he had it in his hand, his eyes met Liam’s again.

“Oh, you’re about to get more,” he promised as he helped Liam stand.

Their lips met again, not as desperate this time. The edginess that propelled them before was gone, replaced with a calm that came from knowing there would be a next time for them. They broke apart, Drake spinning Liam so he faced the wall. His head dipped and he left a trail of kisses down Liam’s back. Goosebumps erupted in their wake.

One of Liam’s hands braced him against the wall; the other wrapped around his cock, slick with water and pre-cum. His stomach clenched in anticipation when he heard the tube open; his legs spread when he felt the slick head of Drake’s cock run along his crack before prodding experimentally at his entrance. Drake groaned, and Liam hissed as Drake entered him.

Liam’s head fell forward in relief and satisfaction at being at Drake’s mercy.

But he knew Drake would always grant him mercy.

Drake’s strokes were long and slow at first, giving them time to adjust to each other. But soon enough, too soon for Liam, they became quicker and harder. Liam’s hand skimmed along his shaft, the skin smooth and wet, in sync with Drake’s pace. The slapping of wet skin filled the glass enclosure; Liam felt Drake’s fingers dig deeper into the flesh of his hips. Drake’s breathing was unsteady and his thrusts uneven as he began chanting Liam’s name. Liam’s strokes became quicker and shorter as he tightened his fist around his cock.

With a roar, Drake pulled Liam back against his hips, his cock releasing his seed inside of Liam’s cavity. Liam moaned as he felt Drake throbbing inside of him, followed by Drake’s head falling forward, his forehead pressed against Liam’s back, droplets of water from his soaking wet hair sprinkling Liam’s skin. After catching his breath, Drake sank to his knees, his hands sliding down Liam’s legs.

“Turn around,” Drake commanded.

Liam complied eagerly, his eyes rolling up in his head when Drake’s mouth engulfed his cock. Liam stumbled backwards until his back met the shower wall; his hands fell in Drake’s hair, guiding his lover up and down his shaft. When Drake’s tongue hit the base of Liam’s cock, Liam felt his muscles tense and his balls tighten before he ejaculated, his seed spilling down Drake’s throat. He let out heavy pants as his eyes slowly opened. Drake was still on his knees, looking up at Liam with a smirk.

“I love make up sex.”

After the lovers had properly showered, bathing each other tenderly and with soft kisses everywhere, they were lying in bed, Liam’s head laying against Drake’s chest. He found his breathing falling in sync with Drake’s heartbeat.

“I love being like this with you. No sneaking, no having to rush and hurry.”

“Hmmmm … you know, I never did make us breakfast.”

“Let’s order from the kitchen. And then let’s have a lazy day, just you and me,” Liam suggested.

Drake quirked an eyebrow. “If this is our last day of freedom, not sure how lazy it will be. I may have to put you to work.” He tugged on Liam’s manhood.

Liam looked up, his lips puckered for a kiss. “I’m your willing servant, love.”

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[kaistarus]

Clickbait(YouTuberAU)--Chapter7

Pairings: kiribaku, tododeku

Words: 5,006

Summary: A lot of great things came with being a big name YouTuber, but along with those perks were some serious drawbacks. One of the biggest being your lack of personal privacy.

Due to just one video, Kirishima's least well-kept secret has become a viral sensation, and now he has to deal with the repercussions from both the YouTube community and the public. Hopefully, those he's dragging down with him won't mind...

Notes: I love these idiots so much:) this chapter made my soul happy lmao

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Kirishima tapped his foot repeatedly against his bedroom’s carpeted floor while aggressively brushing his teeth. All his laundry was haphazardly strewn across his room in hopes of making an outfit decision easier. But in actuality, it left him staring at a zebra-striped tank top for twenty minutes confused why he owned it in the first place. The only progress made had been kicking his winter apparel into the far corner of his room to be dealt with who knew when and increasing his dental hygiene to a level his mom would finally be proud of. In other words, nothing that benefitted his date with Bakugou.

Kirishima groaned exaggeratedly and left to find the others in the main area of the house. He had wanted to at least try getting ready on his own, but reluctantly accepted he was too out of practice. And Bakugou was no baby step back into the dating scene, so he couldn’t afford any embarrassing mistakes.

Mina sat comfortably at the kitchen island, swinging her feet and leaning heavily on the granite countertop while watching her laptop screen. She paid no attention to the scene behind her of Kaminari struggling to decorate a Christmas tree while Sero stood next to him with the camcorder, filming his efforts with an entertained smirked. Kirishima took one glance at Kaminari tangled in colored Christmas lights and decided it wasn’t worth asking.

“I need help,” Kirishima said through a mouthful of mint toothpaste. Mina gave him a disgusted look and Kirishima rolled his eyes, going to the kitchen’s sink to spit and rinse out his mouth before continuing, “help me.”

“Pre-date panic?”

“He’s been panicking since last night,” Sero said, angling the camera in their direction. “He did three loads of laundry this morning.”

“I didn’t have anything to wear.”

“I didn’t know you went through three loads of outfits on one date,” Kaminari said, throwing the string of lights onto the ground once released from their constriction. “I must have a different definition of hiking.”

Kirishima glowered at Kaminari. “What are you even doing?”

“Setting up for a skit?” Kaminari said. He popped open one of several cardboard boxes marked ‘don’t open till x-mas’ and started pulling out cases of ornaments. “Some of us are lonely and still have jobs to do.”

“But our Christmas tree?”

“It will probably be fine.”

Kirishima wanted to argue, but he knew it could be worse. He would never recover from the morning Kaminari filled the living room walls with borderline sexual fanart of himself. It was a whole otherworldly type of pain— he actually felt his eyes burn and his mind start rotting. Just thinking about it sent a shiver down his spine.

“Are you almost done? We still need to get supplies for my video.” Mina turned to Kirishima with a mischievous smile. “I’m giving me and Kaminari beards. I saw it in a dream, so I must make it a reality.”

“If someone helped me it would go a lot faster.”

Sero just waved the camcorder at him as his excuse. Kirishima and Mina both shrugged in response.

“I could do a lot of things, but that’s not one of them,” Mina said. She flipped her laptop closed and gave Kirishima an elevator glance. “Alright, first we need to change your outfit.” She said, pointing to his pajama shirt. “Then we need to get food in you because I know you’ve been starving yourself from nerves.”

“Obviously, we have to change my shirt. That was my whole issue.” He said, ignoring her latter comment. She raised a dainty eyebrow to show that it didn’t go unnoticed which sucked. If he threw up during the date that was on her.

“C’mon,” Mina hopped off the stool and gestured towards his bedroom. “You have much to learn in so little time.”

“Five hours is little time?”

She shot him a teasing look over her shoulder. “So much to learn.”

He trailed after her and was surprised at how quickly she went to work once they were in his room. She kicked items off to the side, picking up various shirts to hold up to his chest before tossing them over her shoulder without a care for where they landed and continued the process without letting Kirishima in on the system. He didn’t bother asking and let her take control of the situation. He was too busy stressing about the cocky smirk that wandered into his mind whenever he stopped actively distracting himself.

Out of nowhere, Mina chucked a long-sleeve at his face. He peeled off the red shirt and held it at a distance to discover it was his favorite Crimson Riot shirt he’d bought in college. “This?”

“It’s the most authentically you shirt I could find,” Mina said. She kicked more clothes around the floor before mumbling, “now pants.”

Kirishima was taken back. He guessed the point of dating was authenticity. He tightened his fist around the cotton fabric and focused on the faded logo across the center. He wondered how long it would take Bakugou after truly knowing him to realize that Kirishima wasn’t worth his time.

A pair of athletic shorts slapped him in the face, and he ripped them off. “Mina!”

“Stop being self-deprecating and help me find socks.” She raised her eyebrows at him challengingly. Kirishima sighed. He sunk down to the floor to rummage around the mess of clothes they’d created, attempting to remember where the sock pile had originally formed. A few feet away Mina pulled out a pair excitedly from under a few sweatshirts and waved them in the air.

Kirishima chuckled at Mina’s antics. He could do this. He just had to remember that even if everything went wrong and Bakugou completely hated him, he would still have this. Mina would still come over every day doing things like putting fake beards on them, Kaminari would still be putting Christmas trees up nowhere near the holidays, and Sero would still be encouraging the chaos and recording their memories. He just had to try and remember that he would still have his friends no matter how today turned out.

He threw a shirt at Mina after expertly blocking her own clothing toss and they began a full-on war. He laughed while burying her with piles of his now questionably clean laundry.

Yeah, he thought. He’d be okay.

~*~*~*~

He changed his mind. He was absolutely not going to be okay.

Kirishima tugged at his athletic shorts nervously. He hadn’t been able to settle since he’d seated himself in the passenger side of Mina’s car and the squirming only got worse the closer they got to Brush Canyon Trails. It had been easier for him to push back the reality of his situation until Mina had started the engine and it hit him full force that he was actually going on a date with Katsuki Bakugou.

He was going to throw up the toaster waffles Mina shoved down his throat.

“This is a bad idea,” Kirishima said, adjusting a white bandana over his spiked hair. “We should turn around.”

“Eijirou. You would never forgive yourself if you stood that boy up.” Mina said, making a sharp right turn. Kirishima’s stomach sunk as the dusty trails came closer to view. She was right, of course, living with that regret would be infinitely worse than anything Bakugou could throw at him. Kirishima let out a pathetic whine and sunk deeper into the leather seat.

Mina whipped into the entrance of the trails and parked somewhere that probably wasn’t legal. Kirishima let his eyes skim over the people mulling around the popular park’s entryway. Brush Canyon trails were the best hiking paths in LA, having various levels of difficulty winding through the brush and what greenery the mountain could provide; however, the view of the city and Hollywood sign also made it a popular tourist attraction. A family of five unloaded too many supplies from their van for Kirishima to believe they were locals, a girl in workout apparel stretched her legs while her German Shepard laid beside her bored, and a pair of teenage boys in too little clothing for the chilly weather checked over their cameras. When he first came to LA he felt awkward recording in public, but now he didn’t even think twice when there were vloggers on every street corner.

Among them he spotted Bakugou, sitting casually on a flattened rock and scrolling on his phone. He was dressed perfect for overcast weather—sweatshirt, athletic pants, nothing fancy—but Kirishima’s heart still skyrocketed when his mind registered who he was staring at. Part of him thought Bakugou wouldn’t show up.

Fuck. This was actually happening, wasn’t it?

“Do you think he’s been waiting a while? Should we have left earlier?”

“Ei, we are ten minutes early. You are more than fine.” Mina clapped her hands together and met his eyes with excitement. “Are you ready?”

He wasn’t. He’d spent all night imagining every possible scenario, and still seeing Bakugou actually sitting there sent his nerves in a frenzy. “I don’t know if I can do this Mina.”

“You can.” Mina grabbed his hands and gave them a gentle squeeze. “Ei, you are the greatest human I know. You might not believe it in here,” she poked his forehead, “but you are way out of that boy’s league.”

Kirishima nodded halfheartedly. He looked back at Bakugou and tensed when they made direct eye contact. Kirishima gave a small wave through the window and received a finger gun in response. Mina started snickering as Bakugou looked at his hand confused before quickly hiding it behind his back and changing his gaze to his sneakers.

“You’ll be fine. If anything goes wrong just text me and I’ll be here.” Mina said while nudging him out. Kirishima took a deep breath once completely out of the car waving goodbye to Mina as she pulled out of her parking spot. Kirishima was officially on his own. He could do this.

“Hey,” Kirishima called out and he willed his heart to calm down. He hadn’t even been here a full minute and if it kept that up he’d pass out halfway through their date.

Bakugou nodded in acknowledgment but had his eyes locked on Mina’s retreating car. “You could’ve told me you needed a ride.”

“Oh, I mean… Mina was on her way to get beards and hair-dye anyway. So, it wasn’t a big deal.”

Bakugou cocked his head to the side, mulling the statement over. “Do I want to know?”

“Probably not.”

“Perfect,” Bakugou stood and slung a USC drawstring that had been resting beside the rock onto his back. Kirishima thought it was pretty extra to bring a whole bag for a water bottle but didn’t want to insult him this early on. Bakugou gestured towards one of the trails and Kirishima gladly let Bakugou take the lead for their hike. “So, is there a fucking method to your guys’ madness or what?”

Kirishima scrunched his nose as he thought. “Maybe? I just try to make it fun.” Kirishima kicked a large rock that lay in his path. “Last week I turned our swimming pool into a ball pit just because I could.”

“You’re something else,” Bakugou said with a thoughtful expression.

“Thank you!” Kirishima chose to take that as a compliment, following it with, “so, are you all packed for New Orleans?”

“I know the routine. I’ll pack my shit when I get home.”

Kirishima found it interesting how easily Bakugou moved through the paths, confidently passing other locals as if he owned these trails. Kirishima had no issues with Bakugou navigating the way, it meant he could take more time to admire the view—both LA and the ash-blonde beside him.

“You’re almost done for this season, right?”

Bakugou nodded. “A few more.”

“What do you do on off-seasons?” Kirishima asked. He never entertained the idea of taking even a week off. In four years of uploading twice a week, Kirishima had only missed once. He uploaded the day after too, so it honestly barely counted.

“Prepare for the next fucking season,” Bakugou side-eyed him. “We might be adding some new shit.”

Kirishima straightened and faced him more properly. “New? Like what?”

Bakugou hesitated. “I’m not supposed to…” He glanced around as if making sure no one was in hearing distance. “It’s kind of my own segment. Not ghost bull shit.”

“That’s awesome!”

“Yeah. I’m actually kind of—”

“Excuse me,” a pair of teens stood in front of them. The taller teen had her long hair held back with a baseball cap and behind her hid the younger boy, barely peeking out around her shoulder. “Are you RedRiot?” The girl asked.

Kirishima’s eyes widened. “Yeah.”

The shorter teen stepped out and his face blossomed into a wide grin. “You’re my favorite YouTuber.” He tugged onto the girl’s t-shirt. “I told you it was him.”

She swatted his hand away. “He watches you every day. It’s kind of annoying having your theme in my head all the time, no offense.”

“None taken.” Kirishima got recognized a decent amount, but no matter how often it happened it never felt real “What’s your name?”

“Damien,” he said, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “My favorite vlog was when you painted Chargebolt’s car to look like a giant croc.”

Kirishima smirked proudly and he heard Bakugou snort behind him. That was a great video, and Kaminari only stopped talking to him for three days. Worth it.

“Are you that guy from the ghost hunting channel?” The girl pointed a finger at Bakugou, and he stiffened.

“I’m not a ghost hunter.”

“Whatever. Hey, we have to get going.” She pulled her phone out of her pocket. “Can he get a picture with you?”

Kirishima opened his mouth slightly, but the teen had already saddled up next to him. He had no issues taking pictures with his subscribers—if it wasn’t for them he wouldn’t be living out his dreams. He just felt the situation a little awkward given his current circumstance. The two were quick to scurry off after their photo, waving their goodbyes which Kirishima mirrored. He found Bakugou smirking at him amused rather than annoyed.

“Does that happen a lot?” Bakugou asked, continuing the hike as easy as they’d stopped.

“Uh, more often lately.” Kirishima adjusted his bandana uncomfortably. “I would give anything to meet every single person that watches my channel but…” Kirishima wrinkled his nose as he searched for words. “Sometimes I wish I could go out without being recognized.” He waved his hands frantically. “That sounds ungrateful. I love them and I didn’t mean—"

“No,” Bakugou quirked his lips into a small smile. “It’s not selfish to want to feel normal sometimes.”

Kirishima sighed in relief. He enjoyed seeing this side of Bakugou—soft and relaxed. The Bakugou that didn’t have a crease between his brow or a sneer to his lips. Of course, every version of Bakugou was fantastic, but this one felt uniquely special. Like it was reserved for specific moments and people and Kirishima got to be one of them.

“That’s why I don’t have any verified social media,” Bakugou added smugly. “I don’t have to constantly put on an act for subscribers.”

A record scratch sounded in Kirishima’s mind. “Verified what?”

“Social media?” Bakugou rolled his eyes. “You honestly thought that I could be in this dumb ass community and not have some sort of social media account.”

“I guess not… Can I have it?”

“No.”

Kirishima’s jaw went slack. “You can’t do that.”

“Who says?” Bakugou smirked challengingly and Kirishima cursed every god that made him so fucking attractive because it made it really hard arguing with him.

“Me.” Kirishima crossed his arms. “I at least want a hint.”

“I follow you.”

Kirishima whined. He had millions of followers on Twitter, so that was the most garbage hint Bakugou could possibly give him. “That’s not fair.”

“Not my fault you’re mister hotshot YouTuber.” Bakugou snorted. The grin he wore told Kirishima he was having too much fun with this. “Another mile up there’s a resting spot. We should stop there.”

Kirishima grunted in agreeance. “Fine. But just so you know. I can only assume you’re Twitter is a fan account dedicated to me, and that’s why you won’t let me see it.” Bakugou’s cheeks tinted red and Kirishima perked up. “Holy shit. Is it?”

“What the fuck? No. Fuck off.”

“I don’t know. That blush is pretty telling. You can just admit it. This is a safe place Bakugou. No one will judge—”

Bakugou shoved his hand in Kirishima’s face and he laughed as he was half-heartedly pushed a few steps back. Bakugou jogged ahead to get away from Kirishima’s teasing but paused after a good distance. Kirishima felt a pleasing flutter pass through his gut when Bakugou glanced back at him uncertainly as if worried Kirishima had actually taken offense or something. He sent him the most reassuring smile he could and hurried to catch up to Bakugou’s side, and once he reached him the pleasant feeling lingered. Kirishima felt it the entire hike upward as they bantered over nonsensical topics, and that warmth lasted long after they reached the clearing Bakugou had mentioned.

The resting point was on a ledge that overlooked Los Angeles. There were several wooden benches near the metal fence blocking people from accidentally stumbling over the rocky mountainside. Kirishima ran straight over to the rusty railing while Bakugou hung back to use one of the water stations—fountains heightened for both people and pets. No matter how many times Kirishima saw Los Angeles he felt like he was seeing it for the first time. There would be a new graffiti painted somewhere he’d been thousands of times or a new store popped up out of nowhere. The people changed the city as fast as they came.

He felt pride that he could call this place his home.

“It’s amazing, huh?” Kirishima said wistfully when he heard Bakugou approaching.

Bakugou leaned against the railing beside him and shrugged. “It’s alright. The mountains are cool. Ocean’s close.”

“We’re so lucky.” Kirishima’s grip on the metal tightened. “If I could tell middle school me that I’d end up here. He’d lose his shit.”

“Middle school me would be pissed,” Bakugou said humorously. Kirishima raised an eyebrow at the surprise response but Bakugou waved it off. “I was an asshole kid. This wasn’t really my game plan.”

“Game plan?”

“Good grades. College. Job.” Bakugou shrugged his bag off his shoulder and wandered to the cleanest bench. “It took a lot of convincing to get me out of that mindset.”

“What changed your mind?”

Bakugou eyed him carefully and hesitated before saying, “someone said some shit that resonated with me, I guess.”

“Well, they must be pretty awesome if they were able to do all that.” Kirishima plopped down beside Bakugou and watched him dig around in the drawstring bag. He was impatient to see what Bakugou had been carrying around the whole time.

“He’s okay.”

Bakugou pulled out two plastic containers—one red and one orange—and handed the red box to Kirishima. He took it with a confused half-smile and gently popped the lid off, hyperaware of Bakugou’s watchful gaze. Kirishima’s jaw dropped at the rows of onigiri inside.

“Did you make these?” Kirishima asked. They looked nicer than anything he’d ordered from any take-out restaurant.

“So, what if I did?” Bakugou asked. He scrunched his nose and took a large bite of the snack in his own container, avoiding Kirishima’s fond smile.

Kirishima’s chest felt overwhelmingly full at the implications of Bakugou spending time making these for him. He took a moment to just sit with that feeling before carefully biting into his treat and slowly savoring its taste. Unsurprisingly Bakugou was perfect at everything he did. He stole a glance back at Bakugou, and his now calm expression while he picked at his food.

Bakugou looked, for lack of a better word, beautiful being haloed by the slowly setting sun. His hair was a soft peach from the sun’s orange hues and his tanned skin practically glowed. For the first time, Kirishima was able to appreciate his barely visible freckles dotting the bridge of his nose and the fullness of his eyelashes. He could try to hide it behind scowls all he wanted, but Bakugou was a pretty boy through and through. Bakugou leaned against the bench at ease, yet still, his presence dominated the space around them. Kirishima felt honored knowing he was granted access to this private view.

“What are you looking at?”

Kirishima reeled himself back to reality. He met Bakugou’s red-tinted eyes filled with confusion. Kirishima’s brain lagged too many steps behind his mouth when, without permission, he blurted out. “You.” Kirishima followed up with a quick apology when Bakugou went slack jaw.

“It’s fucking whatever,” Bakugou said. Kirishima started berating himself for ruining what could have been a perfect first date when Bakugou continued, “this is going well, right?”

“What?”

“Like the thing that we’re,” Bakugou gestured between the two of them. Kirishima’s eyebrows shot up when he understood.

“The date?” Kirishima asked. Bakugou nodded his head a few times. “I’m having a good time… are you… having a good time?”

“It’s pretty above average.”

“Then, yeah. I’d say it’s going well.” Kirishima grinned dopily as he shoved another bite of onigiri in his mouth, swinging his legs beneath him. He caught Bakugou grinning in his peripheral and his heart soared.

Yeah. This was going great.

It didn’t take them long to finish the rest of their food and begin their descent down the mountain. Once they noticed the sun had begun setting, they agreed it was best to head back since the park closed at dusk. Kirishima was reluctant for their time together to end but was having an easy time distracting himself with Bakugou’s current state.

“So obviously I just wanted to go home, but fucking Deku decided that it would be a genius idea to just hop the fence when we hadn’t gotten legal permission to be on the fucking premises.” Bakugou threw his hands in the air. Kirishima’d learned quickly that Bakugou played up a bad boy image, but was actually a goodie two shoes, “and Todoroki comes in like the lovestruck dipshit he is and boosts him over. No one is listening to me, like always, and now Deku has a broken leg and is stuck on illegal grounds. And we’re all fucked. And I had to fix it.”

“Dude, what the hell.” Kirishima tried containing his laughter to speak. “You should record this stuff. Do behind the scenes or something.”

“I just said it was all illegal, were you even listening?” Bakugou nudged him with his shoulder and Kirishima chuckled, pushing back. He thought back to the mention of Bakugou’s roommate and wondered if that was a bad date conversation.

“Hey, speaking of Todoroki…” Kirishima drummed his thighs uncertainly before deciding, fuck it. “Why does he hate me?”

Bakugou’s pace slowed and his face contorted. “He doesn’t hate you, he just... hates change?” Bakugou frowned to himself. “It’s not my place to talk about things, but his family was kinda fucked.” Bakugou turned to him and shrugged. “He acted the same around Deku at first if that helps.”

It didn’t. Kirishima was left with more questions than answers but felt like it was an inappropriate time to delve into the topic. For now, Kirishima could work with the idea that Todoroki would one day warm up to him like he did Midoriya.

Except without the lovey-dovey part obviously.

Their walk down the mountain was much faster than the hike upward, and they reached Bakugou’s car faster than Kirishima wanted. For how nervous he had been he was even more disappointed that their time together would be ending. He reached for his phone to begin texting Mina that he would need to get picked up soon.

“I’ll give you a ride home,” Bakugou said. He unlocked his older-looking car from a distance and didn’t bother waiting for Kirishima’s response.

“Are you sure?” Kirishima stumbled over his words. “I can just text Mina and—”

“Don’t be stupid I can drive you home.”

Kirishima’s heart had never leaped so high at being called stupid. The door creaked when Kirishima opened it and his first thought was how insanely clean the interior of the car was. Compared to the fast-food wrappers that littered Kaminari’s dashboard and the empty Starbucks cups that filled Mina’s flooring, Kirishima forgot what the interior of a car even looked like. He was able to step in without throwing items in the backseat and it was an enlightening experience for him.

He realized once they were confined, he had miscalculated how different that would feel compared to the spaciousness hiking provided. Kirishima became hyperaware of everything: Bakugou’s breathing, the rhythm of fingers tapping against the steering wheel, his squirming in the seat as he drove, and every time he reached for the radio the hairs on Kirishima’s arms rose. The air had shifted to something not quite awkward, but not comfortable enough that Kirishima didn’t feel like he shouldn’t be trying to break the silence somehow. Especially since they were already halfway to his house without speaking.

“So, that was fun,” Kirishima said. “I mean, I had fun. Did you… have fun?”

Bakugou raised a confused eyebrow and, not taking his eyes off the road, nodded his head. Kirishima gave him a thumbs up. “Awesome!”

He quickly tucked his hand to his hip and looked at himself angrily in the window’s reflection. He did not just give Bakugou a thumbs up… what the hell was that? He should have just let them drive in silence. Kirishima wanted to smack his forehead against the window but controlled himself to stop from looking even more like an idiot.

Minutes later Bakugou pulled into Kirishima’s driveway, and they glanced at each other awkwardly.

“So…” Bakugou started, his tapping on the wheel increasing. “We should do that again then?”

Relief spread through Kirishima and he nodded in agreeance. An uncontrollable grin spreading across his face.

“Cool.” Bakugou bit his lip and looked anywhere that wasn’t Kirishima. “I’m not really great at this shit, but I feel like we… I don’t know… vibed?” He ran an anxious hand through his hair. “Shit. That sounded dumb, but you know what I meant. I don’t hate spending time with you? That sucked too, I don’t know how to—stop looking at me like that.”

Kirishima’s heart felt overwhelmingly full against his chest and he gazed softly at Bakugou. He couldn’t push down the fond smile resting softly on his lips if he wanted to. “Like what?”

“Like… I don’t know… like you fucking—”

“Like I like you?” Kirishima asked. He didn’t bother fighting off the stupid side of his brain from running rampant. Not when Bakugou was blushing a soft red and pushing his lips to pout like that. “I’m not sure I can Bakugou.”

“That’s so fucking lame.” Bakugou countered.

“Probably, but you’re the one asking me on a second date so what does that say about—”

“Can I kiss you?”

Kirishima froze. Bakugou’s cheeks and tips of his ears could now rival Kirishima’s hair and from his deer-in-headlights look, he was about as surprised as Kirishima from the question that popped out of him. “Fuck. Sorry, I shouldn’t have—that was weird. Just pretend I didn’t—”

Kirishima cupped Bakugou’s cheek tenderly and Bakugou snapped his mouth shut. Kirishima tried not to overthink what he was about to do, losing himself in the specks of red in Bakugou’s gaze now filled with something akin to hope, stirring a fire in the pit of his stomach. Bakugou’s eyes flickered downward to Kirishima’s lips and he moved without thinking, pulling Bakugou the final distance.

He’d admit the kiss itself wasn’t great, they hadn’t exactly hit their mark on the first go and even with his hand guiding Bakugou they managed to bump noses, but the moment was perfect. Kirishima felt consumed by the firewood scent he would forever connect to Bakugou. Bakugou’s hand clutched tightly against the fabric of his shirt and gave it a whole new reason for being his favorite apparel. And when he felt Bakugou start to smile against his lips, Kirishima knew that if he could remain in this moment for the rest of his life he would. Pulling away from Bakugou was one of the hardest decisions he’d ever made.

They rested their foreheads together for a brief second like there was a magnetic pull that made it too difficult to separate immediately before Bakugou leaned away. Kirishima whined internally at the space between them.

“So,” Bakugou said, a genuine smile creating dimples on his cheeks and filling Kirishima with pride. “I get to see you again then?”

“I’d like that, yeah.”

Bakugou nodded.

Kirishima stepped out of that car with disappointment at having to say goodbye and giddiness that he’d see him again both swimming around his stomach. He waved goodbye as Bakugou drove away with a dopey grin plastered onto his face that would remain well into the next day. Kirishima took a deep breath, placed his hands on his cheeks and smushed them together as he giggled to himself.

He had gone on a date with Bakugou. He would be going on more dates with Bakugou. He had kissed Bakugou.

He would get to kiss Bakugou more.

Kirishima smushed his cheeks harder as the thoughts swirled around his mind. He closed his eyes to better feel the cold nip at his exposed skin, the wind flow through his hair, and his heart threaten to burst from his chest. He wanted to memorize these feelings. To truly live in this moment.

This was rare for him. He never wanted to let it go.

[skysterriblescribbles]

Part 1

The only reason Denki got out of his school-issued bed this morning was thanks to the ever-handy alarm vibrating itself off of his bedside table and onto the floor, making itself out of reach.

He shivered when his foot hit the cold wooden floor, making him even colder. The blond picked up his phone and glanced at the time.

3:00 am

Perfect.

Denki stretched his arms up arching his back. Satisfied with now awake muscles, he headed to his bathroom.

He showered and brushed his teeth. His blond hair was now held back by some clips. Gone were his pajamas, replaced by an old t-shirt with the sleeves cut off and some shorts.

If you asked anybody in his class, they would say that his room is probably not cleaned, that it would be the epitome of a teenaged boys living space.

But that isn't the case with Kaminari. He like to keep everything nice and organized. Shelves for his books, yes he reads, more than you would think, fairy lights were pinned against the walls, just below the ceiling.

He likes order and the peace that comes with it.

Denki started his routine, a deep stretch to start off the day, first warmup the arms, the the legs and after his stretching finished it was 4:30.

He opened the door to his dorm room slowly, like normal. He would never forgive himself if he woke up a classmate at these ungodly hours of the morning.

He wandered down the hall and entered the stairwell.

Never skip leg day, he thought to himself, bouncing down the steps.

On the usual days, the common room and kitchen are empty. Sometimes the occasional Tokoyami or the resident embodiment of IcyHot. Or the insomniacs that spend all night in the common space, mainly Midoriya or Shinsou. He had always managed to slip by his classmates unnoticed.

But today it was just him by his lonesome. The large space was dark, the only light source was from the light pole outside.

Denki strolled over to the kitchen area. Today they had hero training which allowed him a small breakfast. He settled on a boiled egg. 90 cal, leaving 110 for dinner. He didn't eat lunch.

He ate in small bites, taking too long to chew each piece. Finishing his meal, Denki headed to the door, grabbing his running shoes and putting them on before leaving the building.

Things were hard the first few weeks of living here. He had to readjust his schedule to fit within the curfew the school enforced.

He couldn't leave any earlier 5 in the morning and 11 at night. It threw his running off for a while, him being used to midnight runs to burn off the stubborn fat that seemed to pile up in his thighs and stomach.

His run lasted 30 minutes, like always and he slipped back into the dorms. This time the commons was occupied by another, Iida Tenya.

He usually was back in his room before anyone else began their morning exercise, so Denki walked quietly, trying to avoid confrontation with the boy.

But like everything else in his life, he failed.

"K-kaminari! You frightened me. What are you doing this early?"

He froze. So far he's been able to keep up his "I'm lazy and never put effort into anything" facade. It's made it so much easier to keep attention off himself.

Think Denki.

He looked over at the class president and smiled, "Oh hey class prez! I was takin some pics of the sun rise for my insta! It's hella pretty, you should check it out." He said with a cheery voice then waved at the boy and left as fast as he could.

I hate talking to people, he thought.

Once back in the safety of his room he fetched a fresh school uniform and jumped in the shower, taking extra time to scrub his skin raw.

Now 6:45, he had an hour until he had to head to class.

He finished his homework from the night before, then plopped down on his bed and spent the remained of his morning scrolling through his tumblr feed, rebloging some thinspo he liked and some workout routines.

At 7:55 he left his room, knowing he was going to be late. But he doesn't care. He never paid any attention in class anyway.

Denki walked alone to class, and entered a few minutes after the bell rang.

Everyone paused and looked at him, today is so not going to be good.

With a blank stare he looked at his homeroom teacher. "Sorry Aizawa-sensei, I didn't wake up on time." And lazily walked to his desk and sat down.

Fuck. I shouldn't of eaten breakfast.

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The day passes by without any other hiccups, so when the bell rang signaling that lunch had started, Denki felt a little better than he had earlier.

Kirishima walk up to the blonde like normal.

"Hey Kami, you ready to head out? Mina's gonna go with Bakugo to review for the quiz next period." He smiled at the boy and scratched his neck.

"Dude I totally forgot about that. Ugh I'll just wing it, ya know?" He flashed a brighter, faker, smile at the red head.

And with that the two boys left the room and made their way to the cafeteria. Denki walked to their table and saw Sero already seated and eating.

Denki sat in front of him and took his phone out, opening tumblr and scrolled through his dashboard.

After a few days minutes, Kirishima joined them with his lunch. Today was American style food, and Kirishima got a hamburger with fries.

Denki's mouth watered at the sight of the food until the smell hit him, making his stomach growl loud, but still quiet enough to be hidden by the noise of the room.

He grabbed his water bottle out of his bag and chugged the whole thing.

"Damn Kami, thirsty much?" Kirishima laughed at the boy. But Denki was to distracted by the rumble inside him. The want, the need to eat.

He opened the Google app on his phone and searched for calories in a hamburger.

354 calories, 154 over my limit.

Your fucking disgusting, Kaminari. You don't deserve that many calories. Such a waste.

Denki could feel this breath picking up. His surroundings blurred and his focus was on one thing.

Shit, why did I eat this morning? He thought. He looked at his wrists, they were so small and fragile in his uniform. He reached his hand to his collarbone and dragged his hand along the protruding bone. It felt so good.

But never good enough.

He thought that if he were to touch his thighs, he'd puke. So he settled for just looking.

"Kami.."

He saw how much space they took up.

Repulsive.

"Kaminari!"

He saw how they touched when he sat down.

How disgusting.

He jumped when a hand was put on his shoulder. He looked at the appendage with shakey eyes. Kirishima.

"Hey bro are you okay? I've been calling your name for a while. You look pale, are you sick?" Denki saw. The furrowed brows, the worry in his eyes, the hesitation in his voice.

Denki stood up. And gathered his stuff.

"Tell sensei I don't feel good, I'm going to my room." The blonde said, then he ran out of the seeming even louder room.

He ran down the stairs to the first floor, breath wild, tunnel vision setting in. He ran past Bakugo and Mina, who finished their tutoring.

He reached the dorms and kicked his shoes off, not bothering to put them in their spot properly.

He didn't even remember the trip up to his room, doesn't remember locking the door behind him. He doesn't know how he ended up emptying his already empty stomach in the toilet.

He just remember the egg.

------

That's how the boy found himself a few hours later, passed out on the bathroom floor, the smell of bile still hanging in the air.

He got up of the floor and looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was out of place from sleeping, but the bags under his eyes would speak for the quality of his rest.

He exited the bathroom and groggily walked into his dark room. He fetched his phone from his school bag and checked the time.

3:50 PM

That meant his classmates were done with classes and heading to the building, since hero training always ran late.

Speaking of training since he wasn't in class and couldn't participate, Denki still needed to burn off the calories from this morning.

It had been a while since he had worked out on his own, since hero class satisfied most of his exercise cravings. He scrambled through his desk got a bit before he found the paper.

There were 3 levels of routine he had written. The first was a light workout, the second was his previous daily one and the third was a super intense routine.

He decided on the latter.

He stretched for a warm up and began his workout.

Arms, abs, and legs he all work, pushing his body to the max and then some.

You need to work harder. You lazy piece of shit.

He drank more water, getting ready to repeat the list again when he heard a knock at his door.

"Go away. I don't want to talk to anyone." Denki thought. But the knocking persisted. He wiped his mouth and tried to collect his breathing.

He opened the door to the class president.

"Kaminari! I hope you are feeling better, Kirishima told us you felt ill? Please do take better care of yourself." The boy spouted.

He was too tired to be happy. How could he get through this?

"I'm sorry, Iida. I just need some rest and I'll be better." Denki said with blank eyes. He motioned to close the door but was stopped.

"You should talk to Kirishima, he's really worried about you." Iida adds. And with that the blue haired boy left.

Denki closed the door and returned to his exercise. Yeah right. Like someone as cool as Kirishima would worry about him.

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When 6 rolled around, Denki ignored his phone when it lit up, indicating a new notification.

He knew it was the class group chat telling everyone that dinner was ready and that everyone should head to the commons.

Instead, the blond changed into a pair of loose sweatpants, which at this point everything was baggy on him and switched off all his lights.

Might as well go to sleep early, not like anyone needs me.

----

Something was wrong with Kaminari Denki.

Or that's what Kirishima had come to conclude.

These last few weeks of living in the dorms he had noticed a difference in his friend, but couldn't quite figure it out yet.

At first, he chalked it up to living in a new space, with 19 new neighbors. Everyone was a little apprehensive at first. But everyone had gotten used to the changes throughout the first 2 weeks.

But what happened during lunch was new. It was as if Kaminari was a different person.

But the thing Kirishima hated the most was the expression on his friends face.

He looked so...

Empty.

Something is wrong with his best friend and he'll figure it out.

The question is whether he makes it in time.

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I cant. I can't. I can't. I can't. I can't.

Fuck.

His mouth tasted like old medicine and his stomach felt heavy. Already were tears bubbling in his eyes, threatening to break the tension and pour hot tears down his face.

Immediately he made way to the bathroom, delivering dry heaves into the toilet.

His limbs pinned him to the floor, like weights. His mind was too clouded to think or move. The only thing he could register before passing out was the tears spilling down his cheeks and rolled down his face with gravity.

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The first thing he remembered when he woke up was that there was classes today.

Denki forces himself off the floor and back into his bedroom, a quick glance at his clock telling him it was well into the day, morning classes would be over soon.

"Fuck it I'll go to the afternoon classes then." He mutters. He throws on his uniform, reaching for his phone only to see the thing is dead.

Denki decided to just leave the phone and heads out.

He gets to the main building when the lunch bell rings, allowing hungry students to flood the halls. The blond waits outside for a bit to let the hallways clear out before starting his trip to the 1-A classroom.

Pleased to find the room empty, he takes his seat and decides to sleep until lunch was over.

In the quiet of the room, you could hear grumbling, a plea.

It's okay, he's not hungry.

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[mokutonprince]

Unrequited Part 5

4  3  2  1

Tony locked himself up in the lab for the next three days, alternating from trying to work on his suit’s upgrades, arguing with Dum-E to bring him coffee and continuously asking FRIDAY to contact either Steve or Peter himself, since asking KAREN was pointless considering he hadn’t gotten any alerts that Spider-Man was out and about. He was being ignored and he deserved it.

Rhodes and Bruce the only ones he allowed in his space, his Lab and Penthouse were the only ones left on lockdown. Not even Pepper was allowed in unless it was strictly for the business, but even then all he allowed from their interactions were signing of papers and he made her leave. He was angry at himself, yes, but he also couldn’t forgive Pep for what she intentionally did...even if he didn’t do anything to stop it. Ugh, he was a mess. This entire thing was a fucking mess and the thing is, he can’t put any blame on Peter, all he did was give his love to the wrong person.

AC/DC was on blast throughout the entire room, so when he heard a faint sound of someone clearing their throat, he jumped out of his skin, tools falling from his hands and landing with a clatter on the metal table, “What the fuck!”

Turning around ready to give the intruder a piece of his mind, his mouth clicked shut when he saw Bruce. The Physicist was staring at him with a far too calm gaze that made him twitch.

“Ah, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Tony faux chirped, turning back to arrange his mess on the table if just to keep his fidgety hands busy. 

There was a sigh and a shuffle before the other Scientist stepped around to the other side of the same table, “What are you working on?”

Definitely not the question he was expecting, but okay.

“Uh, just some upgrades on the nanotech, aiming to make it slimmer.”

Bruce nodded, seemingly content to just watch Tony work with the tools, which he wasn’t even working on anything anymore, just straightening the tools and cleaning them. It went on like that for a good ten minutes before Tony cracked, slamming down the wrench in his hand to the table.

“Just say what you want to say and get it over with, the tension is maddening.”

Bruce did not smirk. “Well, since you asked so nicely. I came to see how you were doing.”

Not something Tony was expecting, but he’ll take what he can get.

“Oh, I’m just fine, perky as a daisy I am.” 

Bruce just gives him an unimpressed look, arms crossing loosely in front of his chest as he cocks an eyebrow. “Alright, Yoda.” Tony snorts at that.

“How are you really doing? Being locked away down here.” 

Tony let out a heavy sigh, body visibly deflating as he proceeded to plop down on his stool, head dropping into his hands, “I feel like utter shit, Bruce. I hate myself more than usual and I’m stuck. I’ve tried calling Peter and even Steve but neither has answered and I feel like a complete asshole.” 

Pulling up another chair, Bruce took a seat across the table from his best friend since high school, “He’s doing fine, Tony. Peter is in a comfortable space and is trying to let this all blow over.” When Tony didn’t offer a reply, he continued, “And he’s healing, his spider abilities are making sure of that.

Tony flinched hard at that, the reminder of what he had done just making his soul sink even deeper, “I can’t believe I..I hit him. I didn’t even think before it just happened out of nowhere...” The engineer groaned into his hands before another thought made him gasp in horror “Oh god..” he whispered, “I’m turning into my father...”

“No, you’re not. Like you said, it was incidental. Besides, you’re here trying to punish yourself, regretting it, while Howard would have shaken it off his hand and went on with his life like nothing happened. He wouldn’t have been apologetic, but you are.”

Tony leaned into the comfort his friend offered, the gentle hand on his shoulder reassuring that everything might be ok. “But what am I going to do, Brucey?”

Bruce sighed, rubbing his nose and readjusted his glasses before replying, “Give him time. Peter is more mature than what you give him credit for, and he understands what both of you did was wrong, he’s regretting it just as much as you are.”

Tony finally looked at him, brows drawn, “You talked to him?”

“Ah, not Peter, no. I had spoken with Steve not too long ago.”

Bruce paused and waited patiently, watching his friend drop his gaze back to his grease-stained hands. 

“Did I lose him?” Is Tony’s quiet question, head still bowed and face hidden as though afraid of the answer and perhaps he had a good reason.

“I don’t think so, not entirely. If-” Tony snapped his head up to stare at Bruce and the Physicist was quick to fix himself, “When he comes back, it may be a good thing to talk to him, apologize and work it out, together.”

Tony merely nodded, slightly relieved that things weren’t unfixable. When Bruce moved to get up, Tony got to his feet quickly, “Bruce?”

The Doctor paused and turned to the other, brow quirked, “Yeah?”

But instead of a verbal reply, Tony was pulling his best friend into a tight hug that Bruce didn’t know what to do with besides awkwardly place his hands on the man’s back. “Wha-”

“Thank you..” Tony mumbled, squeezing. “I know you were mad at me and you were right to but I just...thank you for not giving up on me even though I totally deserve it and I’m an idiot and I-”

“Tony.” 

Said man quieted instantly, tense as he pulled back. 

“We’re Bros, no matter what, so I’ll be at your side when you need me, either for an equation gone wrong or when you mess up...I won’t give up on you.”

Tony thought he could cry, but he settled for a tight embrace instead, squeezing the breath from the poor man, “Science Bros!”

“I swear, you make the best pancakes in all of New York, Steve.” Peter moaned, full and blissed out as he leaned back in his chair. Steve just chuckled as he took their empty plates to set in the sink.

“It’s nice to have someone else with as big an appetite as myself and not worry about overfeeding.”

“Yeah, well, my spider enhancement upped the anty on my body.” Peter quipped lips pulled in a grin that Steve easily matched.

“How about we go out for a bit? Burn off these pancakes and we can stop for lunch later on” Steve suggested carefully, not wanting to force something onto the smaller superhero if he wasn’t ready, but Peter just smiled at him.

“I think that’s a great idea. Maybe...pizza?” 

Steve laughed as he stood from the kitchen table, rather excited. “Pizza it is. now go get changed out of your pajamas and put on some workout clothes.”

Peter dramatically groaned even though he stood up to do just that, “Too much work.”

“No Pizza~” 

That got him going, speeding past towards his guest room with a giddy laugh as Steve watched with a fond shake of his head.

He too moved to change his clothes when his cellphone began to ring, when he saw who it was he answered immediately, “Buck.”

“I’m on my way back right now, approximately two hours.”

Steve hummed, moving to get redressed with his phone pressed against his bare shoulder after he peeled off his shirt, “Good, he will be happy to see you.”

“Is he okay? Has Stark tried anything?” Bucky growled out and Steve could hear the shuffling of a rifle in the background.

“He’s just fine, a lot better now. We’re actually about to go to the park then out for some lunch, can you meet us there?” 

Bucky hummed as if pleased, and perhaps he was, like a dark purr “I will see you both then. But don’t tell him, I want it to be a surprise.”

Steve huffed a laugh as he sat down to tie on his shoes, “Alright alright, just be careful.”

“As Always.”

Saying their goodbyes, Steve set his phone aside to finish lacing his other shoe before he stood up to grab his shirt.

“Hey, Steve you ready-” Peter called out, attention on his own phone but when he looked up into Steves open room, he paused with his mouth open in surprise. Because there he stood, tall and broad with miles of muscle that flexed everytime he so much as moved and now Peter had a full view of his beautiful chest and stomach, eyes following the light colored happy trail. He didn’t even realize he was staring until someone- Steve cleared his throat.

“You ready to go, Pete?”

Peter flushed hot red all the way up to his ears, eyes quickly jumping up to meet a pair of amused blue before completely just turning away, face fuming to the third degree, “Y-yeah- uh, ready. Steve. Captain. Let’s go.” and sped away down the short hallway, leaving a confused but flattered Captain to follow after slipping on his shirt and pocketing his things.

“Would you like to take the bike, or walk?” Steve asked once they made it out the front door, giving Peter some time to calm down as he locked the door.

“Uhm, it’s a nice day, could we walk?”

The Captain smiled at him, moving a hand to his shoulder and gave a gentle squeeze even with the backpack strap in the way, “How fast can you run?”

Peter looks up at him in surprise, eyes blinking as he thought about the question, “Oh, um, pretty fast I suppose. I once outran the subway when I was trying to get to school because I missed the bus.”

Steve didn’t know what to think about that, Bucky would probably laugh and think it was the most amazing thing. Speaking of-

 “I’ll race you to the park?” cause why not.

That seemed to be the best thing to suggest because Peter smiled up at him like he just asked him to Prom. Which that wasn’t a bad idea-

But that happy smile quickly turned into a devious smirk, one he hadn’t seen on his face before and was starting to regret asking, but, 

“Will you be able to keep up with me, old man?”

Oh that brat

They both paused outside the apartment building, sizing each other up and Steve was curious as to what was about to happen. 

Peter adjusted and clasped the buckle of his backpack across his chest, a new one he remembered Natasha gifting him not too long ago, a miracle he hadn’t lost it yet. 

“You seem pretty confident, young man.” Steve countered, arms crossed in a childish quip, and Peter just laughed.

“Sounds like you’re too scared that I’ll beat you.”

Oh. Okay.

“I have years on you- HEY!”

Peter just bolted down the sidewalk towards the park; it wasn’t too far considering he can see the fountain from the apartment, and he just laughed, carefree and lighter than he had felt in a long time.

Steve watched him with a soft smile, glad to see this playful side of him until he realized that they were in a fucking race.

“THAT’S CHEATING, PARKER!” before taking off in a run after the brat, careful to dodge the innocent bystanders as he ran, because fuck a spider can run.

Walking distance from the apartment to the park is approximately twenty minutes, but Peter made it in five minutes, Steve hot on his heels.

Peter bent forward to catch his breath, hands clutching his knees, “Hah- I- Win- Old man-” he wheezed, clearing his throat before he stood to his full height was just to Steve’s chest, forcing him to look up.

Steve opened his mouth to offer some sassy retort when the sound of distant screams caught both of their attention, followed shortly by a loud explosion and a deafening roar.

Peter looked up at Steve frightened, “Hulk?”

“No..No, that’s something else entirely.” he paused as another and a much louder roar echoed down the streets, more of the citizens screaming as they ran in the opposite direction.

“Peter, listen, go back to the apartment-”

“What, no!”

“Peter, please.”

Peter jerked back when Steve tried to reach for his arms, glaring up at the Soldier, “I’m not hiding away like some defenseless kid!”

“I never said that- I just don’t want you hurt!” he had to shout over the loud sounds, the distant creaking of cars and crumbling buildings making Steve grab the younger man and clutch him close as he ran them both to the alley just across from the park, not a moment too soon when a car crash landed only feet from where they had stood.

Once safe in the alleyway, Steve held Peter firmly against the brick wall, squishing his backpack as he towered over him, blue eyes narrowed and determined. “I know you’re not defenseless, Peter. I’ve seen it. I just..I don’t want you getting hurt anymore, and we don’t know how dangerous this is.”

Looking up with wide eyes, shocked with the rough manhandling but not as upset about it as he probably should, he stayed obediently still before he just smiled. “Steve.” Peter whispered, using his strength to dislodge the hands holding his arms so he could reach up and cup the Captains face in his palms, “Have a little faith in me. I may not be a hundred years old like some,” Steve cracked a small smile at that, “But I’m stronger than I look.”

“But Peter-”

“Hush. Look, if it will still your old heart, I will stay by your side the entire time, just so you can see me kick some ass.”

Steve blinked in surprise before huffing with a bigger grin, reaching up to cup the soft hands that held his face, “Language, Parker.”

The smile on Peter’s lips slowly melted away the longer they continued to simply stare at each other, the chaos outside their little bubble muffled and nonexistent. Slowly, oh so slowly and as careful as possible, Peter leaned up until he had to get on his toes. Steve seemed to be as still as ice, watching silently with cautious eyes yet not doing anything to stop it, it took him a moment to realize that there was another pair of lips against his own; Peter was pressing so softly he barely felt it. 

It seemed like a switch and Steve had his arms around the lithe waist, slightly awkward due to the backpack and their difference in height, but neither one of them cared as their kiss went from timid and shy to messy and still shy, both of them inexperienced in their own right, but it was perfect.

Peter moaned happily, his lips slotting just so Steves top lip was between his own and his tongue poked teasingly and wholly uncoordinated against it, searching for an entrance. 

Feeling the new sensation of something soft and slick against his lip, Steve parted his lips to get his own tongue to tease the tip of the other before he pulled back, much to the moan of loss from the young man in his arms.

“Peter,” Steve grunted, voice gruff and thicker than usual. It seemed to snap whatever mindset the boy had gotten in as he jerked back, removing his arms that had somehow wound themselves around Steves' neck as he stepped back as far as the wall would allow.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry, I don’t kn-”

His apology was cut short when the screams and another explosion rocked the buildings they were stood between recaptured their attention.

“Go get your shield, Cap. I will be right behind you.”

Steve didn’t know how he felt with how quickly Peter switched to business, but they didn’t have the time to talk about it.

“Be quick, I’ll see you at the tower.”

He just saw Peter’s nod as he rummaged through his backpack to change into his suit before Steve ran out of the alley, heart leaping in his chest for more than one reason.

[cordytriestowrite]

(Not So) Platonic Affection

Bucky x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky are finally on good terms after a rough start. But is this really better than it used to be?

Try not to get to distracted by his abs!

Read Part 1 here

More parts to come!

You ended up being the last one down to breakfast the next morning. You almost skipped the meal all together but you knew that would say more about how you were feeling than showing up. So you trudged into the kitchen begrudgingly.

"Morning gorgeous."

It was Bucky who greeted you today. Almost like he was waiting for you to come in. Your cheeks reddened and you hid them behind your hands, feigning rubbing sleep from your eyes.

"Morning gorgeous." Sam mimicked winking at you and pushing Buck's shoulder playfully. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to leave your room.

You sat down in the space between Thor and Rhodey. Thor poured your coffee, earning a small peck on his massive shoulder. With coffee and food in your system you felt less tired. If it weren't for Bucky addressing you directly every once in a while you would have been able to believe last night never happened. And the winking! He winked every time you made eye contact and sometimes he would bite his lip too. It was practically vulgar and you would have totally lost your sanity if not for Sam, sitting right next to Bucky, mirroring his actions and making you smile through your constant blush.

"Alright heroes." Tony cut through the chatter. He sat low in his chair next to Steve, his head leant on the super soldier's bicep and arms across his chest. He was dressed in his usual silk pajamas and sunglasses, but had procured a tooth pick to complete a uniquely Tony Stark style.

"I dont actually have anything to say. Just wanted all eyes on me." He finally admitted when the table had gone silent. With a round of laughs and 'boo's' everyone rose to start go their separate ways for the day.

"Ready to go (Y/N)?" Wanda asked as she reached your side in the hallway. Her hand slipped into yours with a gentle squeeze. You and Wanda usually sparred in the gym after breakfast but so did Sam and Bucky. Breakfast was already enough with those two today.

"Let's go to the weight room," you said hoping she would not question the change in their routine. She smiled and pulled you through to the elevators.

"Is this about Bucky?" She asked in the same tone one would ask about the weather. You choked on nothing and despite knowing you were alone in the elevator you eyes searched the room before responding. You really hoped she wouldnt ask.

"It's weird Wanda." You sigh. You proceed to tell her your conversation from last night. How Bucky confessed he used to like you and how he doesnt anymore and that makes him feel comfortable to treat you lik part of the team. She listened intently and when you stopped talking she stayed silent, lost in her own thoughts.

"Wanda?" You started. You weren't expecting her to tell you everything would be okay. You were kind of expecting her to tell you that you were being ridiculous and overthinking. But you didnt expect silence after all that. Wanda finally looked at you and opened her mouth but it was then the elevator doors opened. Both your attentions were drawn to the movement and you knew your conversation was over, at least for now.

The weight room was usually used by Thor and Steve and today was no exception. But you did not expect the doors to open and reveal Thor lifting an entire weight rack with one hand. Sometimes you forgot he wasnt human. He put the rack down gently when he noticed you.

"Welcome ladies." He called, making Steve aware of your presence. It was rare to see you here voluntarily. You hated weight training and preferred to be flexible and lithe in battle. Leave the heavy lifting for the super soldiers, gods, and Hulk. Now that you were here, being eyed by Steve like a gazelle who stumbled into a lion's den, you weren't sure this was better than facing Bucky.

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"Come on (Y/N) only 5 more." Steve called encouragingly from the ground below. He had roped you into an upper body workout you desperately needed and had desperately avoided since being shown this room in your welcome tour three months ago. You were currently hanging from slats installed in the roof and only 5 slats away from the ladder that would take you back to safety. You were sweating and shaking and every word the captain threw at you made your jaw clench in agitation.

"Fuck off, Rogers." You shot back for the hundredth time since starting this stupid drill. If at any time you needed to climb roof beams you wouldn't. You can teleport dammit that's what you would do instead of hanging like an idiot from the ceiling. But that didn't matter to Steve.

"Love you too." He sang back for the hundredth time since starting this stupid drill.

You faintly heard the ding of the elevator doors past your own heavy breathing. Five more slats and you could climb down and never use your arms again.

"So this is where you've been hiding." You heard from below you. You didnt need to see him to know Bucky Barnes had not only found you but just called you out on hiding from him in the first place. And worse than that were the giggles of Wanda and Thor who you had last seen doing pull ups. Well Thor was doing pull ups and Wanda was wrapped around his torso as extra weight. Why couldnt you be face to chest with a shirtless god right now?

"Fuck off Barnes." You groaned.

"Only five more." Steve called his reminder.

You didn't look down. Didn't want to see Bucky and Steve below you smiling at your pain. You practically growled your way to the next rung. Then sobbed as you managed to move one more.

"Yes!" You heard Steve's cheer coupled with clapping from all around the room. You smiled to yourself. And made the mistake of looking down.

Right at the base of the ladder you needed to get to was Bucky smiling proudly at you. That is until you made eye contact. You watched in slow motion as his face changed to a dramatic grimace and his hand lifted the hem of his shirt to show his clenched stomach. The surprise of seeing his tan, hard abdominals and silly face cause you to lose focus on your grip and next thing you knew you were falling to the ground below.

This is why if you were stuck dangling from a roof somewhere you would just teleport. Just in case the bad guy was super hot, super fit, and not at all interested in you romantically when you just realized you might be romantically interested in him.

One second you were falling twenty feet down to the ground and the next you were materializing before Bucky, entirely safe but pissed as all hell.

"Fuck you!" You pushed him with the little might you had left in your screaming muscles. The force didn't even push him back and instead of increasing the distance with a push you really only found yourself against his chest.

He was laughing. He hadn't stopped since he had sent you falling. He laughed as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders. He laughed as he pressed his lips to your sweaty forehead.

You wanted to be upset but you were so exhausted. You only found yourself chuckling into Bucky's soft shirt, savoring the closeness and the rumble emitting from his chest.

"Sorry doll." He murmured against your forehead. His laughter had finally subsided into a content warmth that spread from his lips and arms into your tired muscles.

"I forgive you." You muttered. Your eyes struggled to stay open and tethered to reality.

"I need to go," you finally managed to say as you moved your head away from Buck's chest, not realizing until then that his lips were still on your hairline. "I'm gross and exhausted." You further explained when Bucky did not let go of your shoulders and let you walk away.

He removed his metal arm from your body and you expected his real arm to follow suit but it still laid heavily on your back. You pulled away further and looked up at him confused.

The way he was looking at you made your breath stutter in your throat. It was the same look he had toward you last night, like he could stay this way forever. If your heart was not already beating at a dangerous rate it definitely reached a deadly level when you felt his metal thumb brush against your bottom lip. His eyes flicked between your gaze and where his thumb rested.

You had to get out of here. The touching, the looks, the teasing, just about everything to do with Bucky Barnes was becoming too much to bear. You focused the last of your energy on getting away from him and to the safety of your room. Appearing gently on your bed you yet again felt that a part of Bucky still lingered on your skin. You subconsciously licked your bottom lip where his thumb has rested as you finally succumbed to your bodily exhaustion.

@salty-buchanan

[saikokirakira]

Jeans

[Hoseok, Jimin, Reader ft. Yoongi]

Fluff, Slight angst, Implied smut, slight triggering themes; 2k+ words

(It’s my first BTS fanfic I posted. Please be gentle. Feel free to leave me some icky praise if you liked it.)

“What the hell?” I muttered as I stared at myself in the mirror. Thinking it was the bathroom steam fogging up the mirror, I grabbed my sweaty shirt that was heading for the laundry basket and wiped down the mirror.

As I feared, my mind wasn’t playing tricks on me. I leaned closer to the mirror and poked my own cheek. “Shit,” I hissed to myself.

I gained weight.

Grumbling in frustration, I violently threw my shirt and pajamas to the laundry basket and marched out of the bathroom. I walked over to my wardrobe and grabbed a pair of underwear and a matching bra, sliding the former up my legs, before removing my bathrobe to clasp on the latter. My irritation towards my little gain only grew when I felt slightly constricted in my bra, having to exert more effort in breathing as well as seeing both lumps of flesh starting to spill over the cups.

Great. Everyone loves quadra-boobs. Not.

Knowing that I was just going to hang out with the boys and help out Suga at his studio, I grabbed the first pair of jeans I saw and began sliding them up my legs. Until… I had difficulties when the denim reached my knees. Furrowing my brows in confusion, I bent down and checked the label on the pants to check if they were my skinny jeans.

They weren’t.

It would have been easier to take them off and just choose another pair of pants or put on a dress. Namjoon has been trying to be discreet by showing me old photos, especially those when I was wearing a dress. However, I was no quitter.

If these jeans wanted to be skinny jeans, then damn it, they were going to be skinny jeans.

I began hopping around my bedroom, desperately trying to pull my jeans past my thighs. When I stubbed my toe on my vanity desk, I reached my boiling point and started tearing up when there was a knock on my bedroom door. “Just a second!” I called out, forgetting the tears and resuming on my task at hand.

“What is going on here?” The door opened, and Jimin with Hoseok trailing behind him entered. “Why are you doing jumping jacks half-naked?” Jimin asked, trying to keep his eyes trained on my face. Hoseok, on the other hand, was not being too discreet with his glances.

“Have you ever heard of knocking?” I tutted at them, still trying to pull up my pants. I didn’t bother with my torso exposed. It really wasn’t something they haven’t seen before.

“We did knock,” Hoseok shrugged. “You look like you need some help.”

“I’m. Fine,” I gritted out, giving my pants one final tug before finally succumbing to wearing a looser outfit. Unfortunately, my jeans started to rebel against the rough treatment I have been giving it the past fifteen minutes and decided to make a ripping sound, voicing its complaint.

That was the final straw.

I began crying and fell back to my bed. I grabbed an RJ plushie and covered my eyes, having the alpaca soak up my tears. I felt someone sit on both sides of my bed.

“Jagi, talk to us,” Jimin said, rubbing circles on my bare stomach. Luckily, I wasn’t the ticklish type.

“My jeans won’t fit,” I said through the plushie. I was still silently crying behind the alpaca.

“Then let’s get you some other jeans,” Hoseok suggested. I felt him hop off the bed and began pulling off the jeans off my legs with minimal effort before placing a kiss on my left leg.

My legs felt as if they could breathe again and slightly itchy. Peeking from the corner of the plushie, I saw Jimin rummaging through my wardrobe, looking for another set of jeans. I sighed, “What’s the point? The rest are skinny jeans. They definitely won’t fit me now.” I sat up in a flash and angrily threw the plushie across my room.

“Jagi,” Jimin said, startled by my sudden outburst. “Are you… worried about gaining weight?”

“What else could it be?” I huffed, sitting up. I pinched a piece of chub near my waist and pointed at it with my free hand. “Look at that!” I shrieked, glaring at the offensive body roll. “I have a photoshoot in a week. I’m going to get shit for this.”

“Look, it doesn’t matter,” Hoseok said in a comforting voice.

“’Doesn’t matter’? ‘Doesn’t matter’?!” I said, my voice rising. “Of course, it does! Those people out there will eat me alive if they knew I gained weight.” I turned my head to Jimin, knowing he had firsthand experience on the subject.

Jimin gave me nothing but silence, but his expression grew dark. I couldn’t tell if he was disappointed at me, at Hoseok, at people who will be looking at me after the photoshoot, or even at himself. I couldn’t even bring myself to care because I was already thinking of the numerous ways I should do to shed off the extra weight in a few days.

“[Y/n],” Hoseok began, laying off the pet name for the moment, “it really doesn’t matter. ARMY loves you for who you are, not for this.” He gestured to my body. “Jimin, say something.”

“Hobi-hyung is right,” Jimin said stiffly.

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Spit it out. Whatever you want to say, say it. Lay it on me.”

Jimin sighed. “Hyung is right, okay? How you look will not compare what you do for BTS or for ARMY,” he said, “but I will not deny that you will get shit from this.”

“Jimin!” Hoseok exclaimed in warning.

“Don’t lie, hyung. It’s true, and you know it,” Jimin said. He sat on the bed to meet me eye-level. “But you should know whose comments should matter the most. Don’t let them dictate you on how you should look, okay? Just be healthy. Promise me.” He stared at me as he held my face, waiting for an answer.

Seeing the slight fear in Jimin’s eyes, tears began rolling down my face as I nodded. “I promise,” I whispered through my sobs. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

“Hey, hey, jagi.” Hoseok knelt in front of me, kissing my forehead. “Don’t be sorry. We all deal with body issues all the time. It’s alright.” He wiped off the tears from my cheeks with his thumbs. “Stop crying,” he hushed, giving me one of his bright smiles that assured me that everything will be alright.

“I’m sorry,” I repeated but solely directed to Jimin this time.

Jimin shook his head. When I apologized again, he hushed me by kissing me. “There’s nothing to forgive,” he said before giving me one last peck.

“Really,” I said, insisting. “I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t have put you on the spot like that, especially about body image. I’m sorry.”

Jimin paused before smiling warmly at me. “Again, there’s nothing to forgive, jagi.” He pulled me into his arms and gave me a reassuring squeeze.

“Besides,” Hoseok said as he sat beside me, slinging an arm on my shoulder, “if you really want to lose weight, you can always join me for dance practice.” Then he poked my nose. “But you’re definitely still eating, okay? No starving yourself.”

“No way, you crazy dance machine,” I stuck my tongue out at him. “I can never keep up with you and your intense moves. I would rather workout with Kookie.”

Jimin laughed at that.

“Ouch, that hurt me,” Hoseok playfully whined, rubbing his hand over his chest, but he looked mildly proud of my compliment about his dancing skills. “But if I’m being honest, I prefer you being more…” He trailed off and made curvy gestures in the air with his hands, making Jimin laugh harder.

I rolled my eyes. “Easy for you to say,” I pouted. “You already have the hips to seduce everybody.”

Hoseok chuckled and expressed his amusement by bumping said hips to mine.

“Besides, you don’t really need abs, jagi. I gave up on mine a long time ago,” Jimin said, wrapping his arm around my bare waist since my shoulders were already occupied. “Aren’t you still regaining the weight you lost from your last… relapse?” he asked, saying the last word more softly.

I shrugged nonchalantly, but deep inside, I was starting to be happy upon realizing that my weight gain was something I should be proud about. Keeping the light tone on the subject, I poked Jimin’s belly. “What do you mean you gave up? You definitely still have abs, you liar,” I laughed, continuing patting at his abdomen.

“Oh, he definitely still has them,” Hoseok grinned. He reached over and slyly pulled up Jimin’s shirt. “See?”

“Ah, hyung!” Jimin cried out, laughing. While Jimin was busy trying to retaliate by also pulling up Hoseok’s shirt, I bit my lip and snuck my hands under his shirt and pressed it flat on his stomach. Jimin jumped and fell back on the bed. “Your hands are freezing!” he whined as his abdomen tensed at my touch.

I blushed at the feel of Jimin’s abs under my palms.

“You should put a sweater on,” Jimin said worryingly, prying off my hands from his muscles.

“Why?” Hoseok smirked, reading my expression better than Jimin. “She’s ending up naked anyway.” His hands began rubbing on my shoulders, and I unconsciously moaned from the light massage. When I leaned my head back on his shoulder, his lips fell down on mine and immediately kissed me deeply, making me sigh into his mouth.

I felt Jimin’s hands run over my waist before climbing up on my bra strap behind me. With my lips still attached to Hoseok, I gave him a slight nod. Once my bra came off, I felt relieved over how I can breathe better, but I know it won’t last long, considering that these two boys will not let me catch a breath with their upcoming antics.

“This definitely is a fun way to burn calories,” Hoseok joked, and Jimin and I had to playfully kick him for that.

I meekly entered the Genius Lab and shyly greeted Yoongi before apologizing for being late. Yoongi merely gave me a smirk and continued working, putting back his headphones. He handed me the notes containing the lyrics he wanted me to review.

“So, did you have fun with Jimin?” Yoongi suddenly asked.

“What?” I gaped at him with widened eyes.

Yoongi spun his desk chair to face me. “That’s why you’re an hour and a half late, right?” he chuckled knowingly.

“H-how did… you—?”

“Jimin posted a selfie,” Yoongi shrugged, waving his phone. “Pretty normal to others, but I know firsthand what he looks like after sex.”

I choked on my spit. It was no surprise that Yoongi was intimate with Jimin too, but also as much with Hoseok. Everybody says that they don’t have any favorites, but everyone also knows that that’s just one big fat lie. Despite that, there wasn’t any doubt that we didn’t each other. We all are crazy for each other that there is literally no room for any doubt.

“How big is the damage?” Yoongi asked, glancing at my covered neck.

I chuckled, pulling off my scarf. “I managed to convince them not to mark me. Photoshoot coming up and all,” I said. “Jimin was the one who wasn’t happy about it.”

“’Them’?” Yoongi smirked. “Now you’re just showing off at this point, [y/n]-ah. I’m a bit hurt that you didn’t let me join in on the party.”

I blushed and looked down, fumbling with my fingers.

“Was it Taehyung?”

I shook my head. “It was Hobi-oppa,” I smiled shyly.

“Ahh,” Yoongi nodded thoughtfully. He left a really long pause before he spoke again. “You got seduced by those hips, didn’t you?” He then flashed me one of his trademark gummy smiles. “Don’t worry. I’m guilty as well.”

I laughed and took his smile as an invitation to sit on Yoongi’s lap. He immediately wrapped his arms around my waist and nuzzled my neck. “We should eat out,” I suggested. “Does grilled meat sound good?”

“You really know how to seduce me as well,” Yoongi tutted his lips at me. “Using meat to get into my pants, you naughty girl.”

[catalinda04]

Carried Away Chapter 26: Baby Talk

Masterlist

Lucy and Henry were awakened in the familially traditional way the morning after Thanksgiving. Quinn and Thomas burst in, and jumped on the not quite sleeping pair, having been awakened by the kids clomping down the basement stairs. Having been warned of the tradition, Henry slept in pajama pants and a t-shirt, which was quite different from his usual nothing. Lucy had also switched sides of the bed, so she was closer to the door, and would therefore receive the brunt of the young children’s pounces.

“Auntie, Unca Henry! It’s time to wake up.” Quinn announced, bouncing on the bed.

“Thank you sweetie. We’re up, now go wake-up mommy and daddy.” Lucy said, kissing each of the kids on the cheek.

“You weren’t kidding about the wake-up.” Henry said, sitting-up, wiping the sleep from his eyes.

“They’re quite enthusiastic. I don’t know where the energy comes from.”

“Quinn called me Unca Henry.” Henry said, wrapping his arms around Lucy.

“I noticed, how do you feel about that?”

“I think I like it.” He leaned to Lucy, pressing his lips to hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and leaned, until he was flat against the bed her chest pressed to his. Lucy’s tongue plundered Henry’s mouth, her hands resting on his chest. Henry’s hands moved to Lucy’s back and started a slow slide south, but before his hands could reach anywhere interesting, they heard the kids’ feet thundering toward their room. They broke apart just seconds before the door flew open and Quinn came bounding in.

“Auntie, Unca, mommy said to ask you what you want for breakfast, so I could go tell grandma.”

“You tell grandma whatever you want to eat, and we’ll eat the same as you.” Lucy told the little girl.

“Mickey Mouse pancakes, yay!” Quinn yelled and ran out of the room, her steps could be heard pounding up the stairs.

Henry stood, searching through his clothes, finding his workout gear.

“Where are you going?” Lucy asked, watching Henry put on his outdoor clothes.

“If I’m going to eat another big breakfast, I need to go for a run, especially after yesterday. The suit is not forgiving.” He said, dropping a kiss on Lucy’s lips as he exited the room. Lucy slipped on her slippers and followed him.

“Don’t get lost, and be careful, the roads might be icy.” Lucy cautioned, giving Henry one more kiss before he went out into the frigid November weather. She turned to see Anna standing at her own bedroom door.

“Where’s he off to?” She asked.

“For a run, he’s still filming, and wearing a super suit is not holiday binge eating friendly.”

A thoughtful look crossed Anna’s face for a moment before she spoke. “No I don’t suppose it is.”

Henry returned from his run just in time to take a quick shower and join everyone for breakfast. Yesterday he’d eaten whatever he wanted, today, however, he was going to have to limit his calorie intake if he didn’t want his trainer to kill him when he got back to Detroit.

While spending the day with Lucy’s family, Henry realized that all the things he loved most about Lucy came from these people: her sense of humor, her quick wit, her easy way of showing affection. Even her laugh was just like her mother’s.

In the afternoon, the whole family went sledding on a small hill in the yard. Henry was going to suggest to his trainer they add sledding to his training regimen; trudging up a snowy hill in heavy boots, while pulling a sled with 2 kids on it, was wearing him out more than any workout his trainer had devised.

When Quinn and Thomas fell asleep in the living room before supper, Lucy volunteered to run to the grocery store for her mom. She indicated with her head that Henry should “volunteer” to come with. Lucy drove them around the corner from the house before putting the car in park and crawling over the console to straddle Henry’s lap, her mouth attacking his.

“I forgot how little privacy there is in that house.” She moaned as Henry kissed her neck.

“My hands have been itching to touch you all day.” Henry said looking her in the eyes. She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him deeply.

“Please tell me we’re not all staying at your parents house for Christmas?”

“No, we, as well as my brothers and their wives, will all be at a hotel. Only the kids stay at the house, so they can be spoiled by Nana and Papa.”

“Thank god!” She sighed, before capturing his mouth again.

The close confines of the car made anything more intimate virtually impossible, but the make-out session was enough to tide them over, until they could be truly alone.

The following morning, after another big family breakfast, Clint and Anna packed up the kids to spend the rest of the holiday weekend with Anna’s family, while Lucy and Henry went back to the quiet and privacy of Lucy’s house. The closer they got to her house, the more nervous Lucy became. The big “kids” conversation loomed on the horizon, and Lucy wasn’t sure how to handle it.

Lucy had barely taken off her coat before Henry attacked her. Apparently their almost 2 days of celibacy had been just too much for him. He carried her to the bedroom and spent the rest of the morning showing her just how much he’d missed touching her.

It was while they laid in their smiling afterglow; Henry running his fingers leisurely up and down Lucy’s back, while she swirled her fingers in his chest hair, that Henry brought up their tabled conversation.

“I know it must have been a shock, and I know you don’t handle stress well initially, but I don’t understand why the thought of being pregnant with my baby would make you sick.” Henry said to the ceiling.

Lucy slid out of bed. “Where are you going?” Henry asked, sitting up concerned.

“I’m just getting my robe,” she said, sliding on the black satin hanging on the closet door. “This isn’t a conversation I want to have naked.” She explained, before coming back to sit cross legged next to him on the bed. She took her pillow and put it in her lap to fidget with while she talked.

“You know I’m a planner?” She asked.

Henry smiled, “Yes, I had noticed that about you.”

“Well that positive result was something I didn’t know how to plan, for all the reasons I already told you. My mind was racing and a thousand different thoughts went through my head all at once: He’s going to think I’m trying to trap him! No he won’t but how’s he going to deal with this? Do we get married? Do we not? That would go over big in my world. And if we do get married, where do we live? What do I do? Would I be able to work? How do I deal with the paparazzi? How do I deal with the paparazzi with a baby? Twins run in mom’s family. That’s 2 babies at once! But those twins haven’t manifested in a few generations, so does that mean I’ll have like quadruplets?! That’s 4 babies! Then I definitely won't be able to work! And we’ll have to hire a nanny! She can’t be a young woman, look how well that worked for Sienna Miller! Then it would have to be an old woman, and she’ll probably judge me! And you’ll resent me for shackling you with 4 kids, and you’d leave me! And I’d be a single mom with 4 kids!” Lucy babbled, her hands flailing about wildly with each new layer added to her stream of consciousness ramble.

“No wonder you vomited, I wanted to vomit hearing that tirade.”

“I tend to go to worst case scenario first, then when I can convince myself that that's not actually going to happen, I can start with more realistic ideas.”

Henry laughed before leaning in to give her a lingering kiss, meant to soothe her overworked nerves.

“Now, let’s unpack that ‘worst case scenario’ as you call it. I know you wouldn’t try to trap me with a pregnancy, but I would want to be married by the time the baby came. We would have to discuss where we would live. As far as the press are concerned, you remember Will, that’s his job to help us handle the press and especially the press around a baby. Remember I have an entire team of people that make my life run smoothly, and as long as you’re in my life, they’re there to make your life smoother as well.” He pulled Lucy into his arms. “I would be thrilled if we had twins. I’m not sure about quadruplets, but I think anyone would panic about 4 babies at the same time.” He laughed. “And nannies are just a way of life, if we had a baby, and if you wanted a nanny, we would decide together.” He pushed Lucy away far enough to look her in the eyes “But you know that I would never be unfaithful to you.” He said seriously.

Lucy threw her arms around his neck, holding him close. “Oh, Henry. I do know that. I don’t think you’d cheat on me. Like I said, my brain goes to the worst case first.”

“I still wish you’d told me at the time. I don’t like the idea that you’re keeping things from me.”

“That’s something I need to work on. I’ve been on my own for so long, I have myself convinced that I don’t need anyone. I can do everything myself. But I’ll make more of an effort to not do everything for myself. There’s two of us in this relationship.”

“Yes there are. Thank god, because through you can do everything for yourself, and that’s something I’d like a front row seat for, I”m really glad you let me help you.” He murmured suggestively in her ear, before tickling her.

When they were a breathless heap on the bed, Lucy asked the question she’d really been wondering since the kids issue arose. “Henry, how many kids do you want?”

“I think I’d be happy having as many as we had, but I grew up in a big family. It always felt like there was never enough time for everyone. I was lucky, Piers is 10 years older than me, so he was already grown and at school when I was really young, but when everyone was home, it was quite chaotic. How many do you want?”

“I think two, maybe three, but no more than three, after that you’re doing less raising, more crowd control.” Henry’s laugh rumbled through the room.

After several quiet minutes, Lucy pondered, “Do you think if we had a boy, he’d have your curls?”

“If we had a girl would she have your eyes?” Henry wondered.

They spent the rest of the day decorating Lucy’s house for Christmas. Periodically one of them would ask aloud, would a baby have your, and insert body part or feature here. Lucy hated seeing him off at the airport the next day. The separation was hard, but she felt closer to him than when he’d arrived. She was counting the days until Christmas, when they would be together again.

Chapter 25           Chapter 27

[katsfics]

Fic: Hey Neighbor

Title: Hey Neighbor Fandom: Avengers On AO3 Summary: Steve's fed up with his annoying neighbor next door. But maybe he isn't as bad as he seems...

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Steve sighed, letting his head drop to thump on top of his desk. The impact was thankfully lessened by the stack of papers and notebooks piled on top. It was already 1am and he was nowhere near done with the paper due in the morning for his Western Civilization class, not to mention studying for the quiz in Cross-Cultural Psychology and being two chapters behind in the reading for Philosophy of Human Nature. He was being stressed and the last thing he needed was another interruption from the obnoxious guy next door.

Glaring at the wall separating their rooms, Steve listened to the pounding music being blasted so loud, they might as well be in the same room. They were a month into the semester, but Steve hadn’t developed much of a social life and took his studies seriously. He spent most of his time in his room reading and writing papers, so he hadn’t even met his neighbor, but felt that he knew him well enough already.

If it wasn’t loud music at all hours of the night, it was any number of other things. He had to be in the engineering program or something because Steve could swear he heard tools being used. Then there was the sex. Clearly his neighbor had no problem finding dates. Men and women, from what he could tell by the moans and screams coming through the walls. Steve tried to tell himself he wasn’t jealous, it was just inconsiderate of the guy to not think about his neighbors, but the truth was that he did wish he knew some people and could get some once in a while.

Exhausted and unable to concentrate, Steve banged his fist angrily on the wall, but it was made out of cement blocks, making the tiny dorm look like a prison cell, and he doubted the guy next door heard anything. Throwing himself down on the bed, he grimaced at how uncomfortable the thin mattress was. At least he had the room to himself after his roommate freaked and dropped out after only a few days. Burying his head under a pillow, he thought that maybe if he could grab a couple hours of sleep, he’d wake up to some peace and quiet and could finally get his paper done.

Unfortunately, after only catching 20 minutes of sleep, Steve was awoken by the music getting even louder, which he honestly hadn’t thought possible. He’d finally had it and decided that it was past time to confront the jackass that was keeping him up. Pulling on a semi-clean t-shirt that had been laying on the floor, Steve walked over to the next room and stood before the closed door.

After banging loudly on the door, Steve stood waiting, not surprised that the occupant probably hadn’t heard the knocking over the music. Just about to turn and give up, the door swung open and he finally saw the man that had been making at least part of his life miserable.

The guy was shorter than Steve by a good few inches and had dark, messy hair that looked like it hadn’t been combed in awhile. A little stubble graced his chin and he wore just a pair of low slung pajama pants that seemed to be just barely clinging to his hips. He leaned against the doorjamb with an annoyed look on his face and looked up at Steve.

“Yeah?”

“Seriously?” Steve asked incredulously. “It’s like, 2am, and it sounds like you have a rave going on it there! Believe it or not, some of us have work to do or would like to sleep.”

“I’m Tony” the guy said, holding out his hand, “Wanna come in for a drink?”

Steve was in no mood to deal with it. Clearly the guy was an arrogant asshole and he shouldn’t have even wasted his time trying to come over and ask him to consider everyone else’s situations. Rolling his eyes, he turned and strode back to his room, slamming the door in disgust. Figures he’d get stuck living next to that giant pain in the ass. He knew he should have taken the room on the honors floor when it was offered, but he had wanted the real college experience. Well, here it was.

As the door closed behind him, he heard Tony laugh and then close his own door. Swearing under his breath, Steve stripped off his shirt, crawled under the covers, and prayed that he’d be able to manage a few more hours of sleep. Just as he was drifting off, the music was still going, but he thought that maybe it had been turned down just a bit. Certainly not enough to make him change his mind about Tony, but it was better than nothing.

***

Tony woke up the next morning to the pounding of his head. Groaning, he managed to lift it an inch or so off the pillow to check the time on his alarm. Noon. Shit. Well, there were another 2 or 3 classes he had missed, but he’d make up the work like he always did. It drove the teachers crazy, and he was sure that some of them would try to penalize him for his absences, but the truth was that he was smart enough that he really didn’t need to go. At least not often. It wasn’t that he was arrogant, it was the truth. School had always come easy to him even though, or maybe because of that, it didn’t interest him much.

Squinting at the sun streaming through the window, he cursed himself for not having shut it last night before passing out. And for all the drinking. He couldn’t quite remember the entire evening, but seeing as there was no one else with him, he had apparently ended the night alone. Rolling over and burying his face in the pillow, Tony briefly considered going back to sleep, but decided that he should probably make it to at least one class today. Stumbling out of his door on the way to the bathroom, he nearly ran into someone walking past.

“ ‘Scuse me” he croaked, still waking up.

“Uh huh” the guy grunted, walking past and into the room next door.

Rude, Tony thought to himself, but as he continued on his way, flashes of the night before came to him. He vaguely remembered that guy knocking on his door. He was complaining about something. The noise? Probably. For the life of him, he couldn’t remember what he had said to the guy though. Judging by how friendly he was this morning, it wasn’t very smooth. The guy was cute though, maybe he should apologize. For whatever.

***

Steve was in his usual place, hunched over his desk staring at textbook, trying in vain to memorize everything he needed to. The room was blessedly quiet, but he assumed that was just because Tony wasn’t home from whatever party was happening yet. He had run into him earlier in the afternoon, but the guy had looked so hungover, he doubted that Tony even realized it was him or remembered him in the first place.

His concentration was broken by a knock at the door. Glad for the distraction, he answered, only to see Tony standing there before him.

“Hey” Tony said, smiling at him.

“Hey”

“Listen, I just wanted to apologize for last night. If we’re being honest here, I don’t know exactly what I’m apologizing for, but being me, I’m sure I did something” he said, laughing sheepishly.

Steve just stood staring for a moment. He was still torn between hanging on to his irritation and forgiving the guy. He did seem kind of genuine and he was cute…

“Just had your own personal rave going on in the middle of the night, by the sound of it.”

“Oh. Yeah. Sorry, really. I’ve been accused of being oblivious to my surroundings and my inconveniencing others.”

“Its fine, but it would be great if you could keep it down from now on. I’m really swamped with homework –“

“Yeah, I totally know what you mean.”

“Do you?” Steve asked, raising an eyebrow incredulously.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Tony asked, a little taken aback by Steve’s comment. It’s not like he was the only one with classes and papers to write.

“Nothing, sorry. I mean, it just seems like you’re out a lot, and have a lot of, uh… company. Doesn’t sound like a lot of work getting done. Not that I was listening,” Steve rambled, blushing as he realized what he had said. Now Tony probably thought he was some kind of perv that listened to his hookups through the wall.

“Yeah, well, like I said, sorry about the noise. I’ll try to keep it down” Tony said shortly, the smile gone from his face. He turned abruptly and walked back into his room, closing the door with a little more force than necessary.

Steve felt bad, but reasoned to himself that nothing he had said was wrong. If the guy had a problem with people assuming things about him, maybe he should take school more seriously and then it wouldn’t be an issue. He had convinced himself of that for a while, but as he lay in bed later, waiting to fall asleep, doubts began to creep in and he felt worse and worse. Not that he was wrong about it all being true, but he never liked upsetting someone. And Tony had definitely seemed upset. He didn’t know the guy’s whole story, true. Or any of his story, really. So maybe he had jumped to some conclusions…

***

The next night it was Tony’s turn to be interrupted by a knock at the door. He was actually hard at work on some overdue papers for his various classes, which he told himself was absolutely not because of what Steve had said the night before. What did he know? It was college. Everyone partied. And all his work got done eventually. It was Steve’s problem if he was wasting the opportunity to have a good time while he was here.

He opened the door and there Steve stood, shifting nervously in front of him.

“Yeah?” Tony asked impatiently, still annoyed.

“Listen, I’m really sorry about last night. I know we don’t even know each other, so I shouldn’t have said anything. I don’t have room to talk, I don’t think I’ve left my room for anything except class or meals” Steve said, his face flushing slightly with embarrassment. “I guess a nerd doesn’t change much just because he’s in college…”

“You were a nerd?” Tony asked with surprise, “You don’t look like one.” Sure he seemed to spend all his time alone in his room and was a little too into his schoolwork, but the guy was nicely built. He had to have a fairly regular workout routine happening. Plus he was tall, had cute hair, and dressed like pretty much every other college guy with jeans and a rumpled t-shirt.

“Heh, yeah. Well, I found out that getting bigger and stronger than the bullies shut them up pretty quick. Good thing they never figured out that I would have still been too big of a wuss to do anything” he admitted.

They lapsed into an awkward silence, neither knowing what else to say.

“So anyway, yeah… just wanted to say sorry. I didn’t know what I was talking about and should have kept my mouth shut. Guess I still need to work on my social skills a little” Steve said, preparing to head back into his room.

“Wait” Tony said, grabbing his arm to stop him. “I acted like an ass first. How about a buy you a drink to make up for it? It’ll give you a chance to get out of your room for once, right? And I could definitely use a break from this stupid essay”

“Uh, sure” Steve answered. “That’d be…great. Let me just go grab a clean shirt and I’ll meet you out front?”

“Great, see ya in a few” Tony said, watching him walk the few feet back to his room. He felt the goofy grin on his face, but didn’t care. He wasn’t sure where the drinks would lead. Maybe to a new friend and neighbor, maybe to more, but either way he got the feeling it would be a good thing.

[haughtbreaker]

Drove All Night

So I was inspired to write this after watching the Voice in which Celine Dion was coaching some singers to perform her version of Drove All Night that's been redone like a thousand times.

Waverly and Nicole are in a long distance relationship, but Nicole feels like surprising Waverly. If the title didn't tell you exactly what happened... the below gif has nothing to do with the fic, I just think I’ll use it as often as possible

"Wynonna…." Waverly whined in frustration. "I have to go." Looking at her wristwatch, she could feel each second that bled away with her sister's asinine…

"But… you're the only one that pours my shots the way I like them." Wynonna gave her a pleading look until she received the snap of a towel to the back of her head. "Hey!"

"Leave your sister alone, Wynonna." Gus slipped behind the bar, grabbing a few empty pint glasses. "She's got a date."

"It's not a date." Waverly protested, unable to hide her smile as she untied her apron. "It's just a call."

"A pre-scheduled call that happens every Friday." Gus pointed out as she filled a glass with beer.

"God bless modern technology and skype." Wynonna laughed, snagging one of the beers from Gus's tray. "Much more convenient for phone sex."

"Oh my god!" Waverly shook her head. "I'm leaving." As she slipped out the bar, she could still hear her sister's laugh over the sound of country music. Jogging across the street to the parking lot, she hopped into her jeep and pointed it towards home.

She hadn't planned on getting involved with someone while on vacation. She'd just finished her online degree and had been looking to explore some of the sights she'd only ever seen on TV, even if Chicago was the farthest she could afford to go.

She'd found her way to Millennium Park where she'd heard there would be yoga at dawn. She hadn't expected the crowd, the lines of people rolling out mats. She'd ended up on the outside of the field, but she still found it easy to follow along, having caught herself mesmerized, more than once, by the large group moving together. Still, she felt amazing by the time the class was over.

She would have continued to feel amazing if not for being stumbled over while she was rolling up her mat. The air was knocked out of her momentarily as another form crashed to the ground beside her. "Owwww." She groaned as she sat up, her side throbbing.

"Shit! Oh my god. I'm so sorry."

Waverly looked up to watch a tall redhead push herself up off the ground easily, strong arms flexing as if she did a hundred push-ups daily. Suddenly a hand was held out towards her and she took hold, standing with very little effort of her own. She winced slightly, knowing she was going to have at least one bruise from the impact.

"Are you ok?" The woman looked her over carefully, checking her for injury.

When caramel-colored eyes locked with her own, Waverly could feel something change in the air. It was like a physical blow against her, unexpected yet not entirely unwelcome. "Yeah. Yeah I'm fine." Waverly was surprised to feel heat rising to her cheeks, but she hoped it was hidden by her post-workout flush. "Don't worry about it. Right as rain."

The woman bent down to pick up the frisbie she'd been trying to catch, her fingers tracing the rim. She had a smile that was genuine and completely contagious. "I'm so sorry about that. I should have been watching where I was going."

"It's fine." Waverly waved the woman off. She could feel a fluttering in her chest and wrote it off, attributing it to the work-out. "I have this weird knack of getting in trouble so… I'm sure I would have eventually stumbled over someone myself." Her brows furrowed as she realized how idiotic that sounded.

To her credit, the woman chuckled. "I can't let you take the credit for that. After all, you were the one standing in one place." She paused, taking a moment to bite her bottom lip as her mind seemed to evaluate the situation. "You have to let me make it up to you. Let me buy you a coffee."

It was the last thing Waverly expected. "You don't have to do that." She laughed, her polite nature refusing by habit when something inside her was telling her to accept. She let her eyes drift down the lean form, noticing the black t-shirt that said CPD Trainee.

"I do." The woman insisted.

Waverly wrinkled her nose in thought. "I'd hate to drag you away from your friends." She indicated the few people that were waiting, hands on hips.

"Oh!" The woman easily tossed the frisbee back to the group before returning her attention to Waverly. "No dragging necessary. I'd much rather spend the time begging your forgiveness for such egregious clumsiness." She spoke with an exaggerated despair. "I'm Nicole." She offered her hand again.

Waverly accepted the handshake, unable to stop herself from noticing how strong yet delicate the fingers felt in her own. "Waverly."

"Hey Babe." Waverly fell onto her bed with a frown as she stared at the black box on her tablet screen that normally held her girlfriend's beautiful face. "What's up with your camera?"

"Sorry, Baby." Nicole's voice was slightly withdrawn, something strange in the timber of it. "I can't get on camera right now."

Waverly sighed softly. "That sucks… is it like a software problem? We can switch programs." She wanted to see that smiling face she missed so much. Long distance relationships were bad enough without technology standing in the way.

"No." Nicole's answer was short, almost deserving of suspicion.

It's not that Waverly was a jealous person… ok she was. She was completely a jealous person and living so far away only amplified that by a thousand, but she also knew Nicole had impenetrable integrity. She trusted Nicole completely. "What are you doing?" She tried to sound innocent, tried to keep the wariness from her voice, but considering Nicole's chuckle she got in response, she knew she was busted.

"Getting you a present."

That piqued Waverly's interest. "A present?" She looked at the clock. Normally Nicole was getting ready for bed at this time. "This late? What for?"

Another chuckle came her way. "Yes, and because you're amazing. Unfortunately this is the only time it's available."

"What?"

"Forget about it for now," Nicole tried to derail the conversation. "Tell me about your day."

"No no." Waverly shook her head as if Nicole could see her. "What sort of present? I think I deserve a hint if I'm being deprived of prime camera time right now. Especially since I just took a shower and I'm still wet and naked..." She tried not to laugh as she folded her pajama covered legs under her.

There was a long pause before Nicole chuckled softly. "You are not. And I'm not going to tell you. It's a surprise."

"But…"

"Waverly… I'm not going to tell you what it is." Nicole's voice held a smile in it along with hint of mischief that only drove Waverly crazy.

She didn't really like surprises, but she knew that Nicole could be just as stubborn as she was. "I miss you." Was all she could say. "I know we talk every day, and I love hearing your voice, but sometimes I forget what you sound like in person, and I don't like that." She had a ticket already bought for when Nicole graduated from the police academy, but that was still weeks away.

Nicole sighed softly. "I know, Baby. I miss you too."

Waverly wasn't even sure why she had agreed to a long term relationship. She was a physical person and the distance was killing her. All she had to cling to was the memory of soft skin and incredible lips, maybe a few whispered promises between the tears of separation. They didn't even have a plan. Everything was taken step by step. Nicole had to graduate, then get her certifications, then what? Nicole was American. She was Canadian. Was Nicole going to move to Canada? Would Waverly herself move to the states?

The thought of that made her stomach curl. She loved Purgatory and all it's quirky life. She had been born under the same roof she was currently laying under. Yes, she wanted to see the world and all it had to offer, but to permanently leave her home town? It was almost too scary to think about. "So… Wynonna got arrested this morning," she finally said, not wanting to dwell too much on their uncertain future.

"What did she do now?" Nicole's voice was part relief, part amusement.

"She punched Champ." Waverly said proudly, knowing how much Nicole hated her ex.

"Remind me to buy her a beer the next time I see her."

Waverly laughed. "You know, as a future officer of the law…"

Nicole had only met Champ once when she'd visited a few months ago, but it had been enough for her. "Yeah well, as a human being, I take personal offense to his threatening the gene pool of my species."

"God your voice is so sexy." Waverly couldn't help responding. She was rewarded with a throaty chuckle that slipped down her spine. "Nic… how am I supposed to fall asleep if you're not on my screen?"

"Are you in bed now?"

Waverly nodded before she remembered her camera wasn't on. "Yes… my cold… empty bed." With a sigh, she wiggled her way under the blankets. "If only I had my favorite American…" She propped the tablet on the pillow beside her even if the cameras weren't on. "And if Gillian Anderson wasn't available I'd even take you."

"Wow…" Nicole laughed.

"I could get me some Dana Scully." She joked, hearing Nicole's laughter double. "I might have a bit of a redhead fixation."

"Yeah you do." There was a brief pause. "Why don't you tell me what you miss most about me." Nicole's voiced dropped to a lower timbre.

A smile spread across Waverly's face as she closed her eyes, explaining in detail exactly what she missed most about her girlfriend until sleep claimed her.

 Nicole sighed as she rubbed her eyes. She was beyond tired and she felt it in the quiet, especially after Waverly had fallen asleep talking to her. Looking down at her phone, she smiled as the screen lit up, having been feeling a bit like a creeper waiting for a response. Sliding out of the car, each step seemed to sound too loud, gravel crunching beneath her boots.

She got to the front door just as it opened.

"Are you kidding me?" Wynonna pulled her in for a sloppy hug, having drank way too much. "Does she even know you were coming? Of course not. She would have made a huge deal of it." Wynonna shook her head.

"You know Waverly." Nicole chuckled, shucking off her jacket and hanging it on a hook. "You look good for someone fresh out of jail."

"Pfffft." Wynonna snorted. "Like Nedley would ever keep me locked up."

Nicole pat her on the shoulder. "Well, that's great. I'm sure Champ deserved it." she looked down the hall where she knew Waverly room was. "Sorry to do this, Buddy, but… I didn't drive all this way to see you."

"Pfffft." Wynonna snorted again. "Whatever, Dude. We can talk at br….lunch. Just try to keep quiet, eh?"

Nicole smirked, making her way to the familiar bedroom after making a quick detour to the bathroom. The room was dark and it took a minute for her eyes to adjust, familiar shapes forming in the darkness as she closed the door behind her.

She couldn't help but smile as she breathed in the scent of the room that was all Waverly. Setting her phone and keys on the dresser, she moved to remove her boots. She must have been more tired than she realized because as she was fighting with a knot in her laces, she suddenly crashed to the ground loudly, the breath getting knocked out of her.

"What the shit?" Waverly sat up quickly.

Nicole recognized the very familiar sound of a shotgun cocking and threw her hands up in defense. "Waverly, stop!" she quickly called out.

There was a moment of silence before the light on the nightstand clicked on, a soft light filling the room. "Nicole?"

Unsure of what else to say, Nicole laughed. "Surprise?" Finally kicking off her boot, she pushed herself off the ground just as Waverly slipped out of bed, pulling her into a tight hug. Nicole breathed a small sigh of relief as she returned the hug.

Suddenly Waverly pushed her away, eyes narrowed. "You asshole! You scared the shit out of me!"

"I know. I'm sorry." Nicole pulled her back in, finally pressing their lips together. She melted into the gentle embrace, sliding her arms around the toned waist as an arm slipped around her neck.

Waverly groaned, breaking off the kiss and pressing her ear to Nicole's chest, listening to her heartbeat. "I can't believe you're here… How did you get here?"

Nicole could feel the heat radiating off the small form and blissfully absorbed it. "I kind of… drove."

Pulling back, Waverly looked up in confusion. "You… drove? Are you crazy? That must have…"

"Yeah." Nicole nodded. "I just got in my car and… I found myself starting to drive West." She shrugged slightly. "I drove all night…"

"Not that I don't appreciate it… cause I very much do… but why would you do that?"

Nicole's lips tilted into a slight grin as she stepped forward, edging Waverly backwards towards the bed. Leaning forward, she cupped Waverly's cheeks, kissing her again. "To get to you." Another kiss and she was pulling away as Waverly pulled her shirt up and off. "Is that alright?"

Waverly nodded, her fingers working on the belt of Nicole's jeans, having lost all interest in further conversation. She'd almost forgotten the scent of her girlfriend, subtle and sweet vanilla over a scent that was all Nicole, and she filled her lungs with it. "I missed you so much." She whispered, her fingertips sliding over the expanse of soft skin, reacquainting herself. There was a slight more definition than she remembered, less softness and increased strength, no doubt from her on-going training.

"Me too." Nicole whispered, revelling in each inch of flesh that was revealed until finally she was following Waverly onto the bed, covering the length of the shorter form. "You are even far more beautiful than I remembered." She could barely believe she was there, brushing soft kisses down the line of Waverly's neck.

"Shit…" Waverly felt every inch of Nicole pressed against her, especially the lips and tongue that found her breasts and the heat of a palm sliding down her hip. "Miss you so much."

Nicole couldn't help chuckling. "I'm right here," she whispered, moving to capture soft lips once more in a kiss. She slipped her thigh between Waverly's, finding a welcoming heat. Nicole felt more than heard the moan against her lips and she felt her own arousal pique at the sound. Every reaction, every sound, every touch, it felt like she was learning them again. Her memories were just shallow echoes easily cast away with each new sensation. Waverly's hips moving in thrusts against her thigh, nails digging into her shoulders, she loved every new memory. She relearned the sound of small gasps as their lips broke apart.

Waverly buried her face in the curve of Nicole's shoulder, whimpering softly. "Fuck." She whimpered in frustration as she felt the edge approaching way too quickly. She wanted to blame the dream she'd been having, leaving her already breathless and full of desire, but it had been so long since she felt Nicole's touch.

Nicole almost laughed at Waverly's curse, grinning as she slipped her hand down between their bodies, her grin spreading as she pressed fingertips into heated depths and her girlfriend gasped. "I love the way you sound… So fucking gorgeous."

Waverly's brow furrowed. "No fair." She whimpered, her body trembling as she tangled her fingers in red hair, tugging Nicole's head backwards to find mischievous eyes.

Nicole could have laughed, but she could tell how close Waverly was and instead crushed their lips together, muffling Waverly's moan as she was pushed over the edge, her nails biting into Nicole's shoulders. Nicole ignored the pain, instead focusing on the way Waverly's body slowly lost it's rigidity, difusing into a boneless puddle of flesh on the bed as she broke the kiss to brush her lips over flushed cheeks. "You are so beautiful." She commented with a soft chuckle. "So beautifuly… sensitive."

"Asshole!" Waverly laughed, nudging a strong shoulder. "It's been way too long since…" Her eyes fluttered shut as the fingers still inside her pushed deeper just a bit before slowly disappearing. "Hey… put that back…"

Nicole laughed again. "Demanding little thing, aren't you?"

"I wasn't done…"

"You look pretty done to me." Nicole nipped the line of her jaw teasingly. She didn't expect the surge of energy from the compact frame, but she didn't fight it either, allowing herself to be turned over and pinned down, Waverly's body covering her own completely.

"You were saying?"

As devious eyes got closer, Waverly's forehead pressing against her own, Nicole felt the smile spreading across her face. She'd missed the weight of Waverly's body lying atop her own and she wrapped her arm around the toned waist. Her own body was on fire, needing to be touched more than ever, but she had patience. She just enjoyed the moment of sharing the air between them, feeling the lightest of touches tracing the line of her jaw, fingertips sliding down her throat.

"I've missed you so much."

Nicole captured the wandering hand in her own, intertwining their fingers. "Me too."

Waverly smirked, guiding her knee between strong thighs, nudging Nicole's legs apart so she could settle her hips between them just before meeting soft lips in a deep kiss.

Nicole couldn't stop the moan that slipped from her throat. The kiss was far from gentle. It was needy and possessing, more a claiming of her than anything else, and she gasped when Waverly broke the kiss off to move down her body. She wanted to tangle her fingers in brunette hair, to guide the slow desent, but she found first one hand pinned to the bed, and then the other. She felt a soft chuckle against her breast just before soft lips wrapped around her nipple.

Nicole groaned, her hips rocking forward of their own accord, but despite Waverly's own quick unraveling, it was very aparent that her girlfriend had every intention on taking her time, even if it took all night.

 By the time they were too tired to continue, intertwined forms still trembling together, it pre-dawn light was illuminating the curtains.

Nicole smiled as she pulled the comforter over their bodies, finding Waverly watching her closely. "Will you hate me if I sleep for the next 12 hours?"

Waverly shook her head, sliding closer with a soft hum. "Never. When are you returning home?"

Reaching up to lazily push long hair behind Waverly's ear, Nicole leaned forward for a quick kiss. "If you mean work, I haven't figured it out yet. The Academy is closed on Monday." She brushed the tip of her nose along the length of Waverly's. "But… if you mean home home… I think I'm already there."

Waverly couldn't help chuckling. "That was so cheesy." She could feel sleep tugging at her as she wiggled a little closer, expelling all air that dared come between their two bodies. "You're lucky you're cute."

"No I'm lucky you're cute." Nicole chuckled, pressing a kiss against Waverly's temple. She didn't tell her about the phone conversation she'd had with the town's Sheriff a week ago, or the quick meeting she'd set up with him since she was in town. There would be time later to discuss that. For now, she was just happy to have the woman she loved falling asleep in her arms, holding her a little too tight and with their heads so close it was making her light headed from the recycled air. It was perfect.

[oncetherelivedaboy]

happy to oblige! if you want another, maybe angelica babysitting? (with peggy or not, either babysitting alex because john is a worrywart or alex and john having a night out?)

I’m not sure this is exactly what you want and at one point there is a slight tangent I go on, but here you are. 

Thank you for your request, it was hella fun to write. 

Philip must secretly know of their plan, because Alex swears he’s plotting against them. He’d screamed for the entire night, nothing had calmed him down, not even when Alex had laid him back down, gave him some space for a few minutes. Sometimes they just wanted to be left alone, even as infants, but his cries had pierced to a higher pitch when he’d left the room and he’d scooped the boy back into his arms, wiping away with big blubbery tears from his cheeks.

He eventually settles down once the sun starts to shine through the windows, and he buries himself in the dark material of Alex’s shirt before dozing off. He sighs heavily, going to put him into the crib but the minute he makes an attempt to pull him away from his chest he wakes up again, the screaming beginning again and Alex wants to scream, but he just bounces the boy lightly, and holds him close. When he falls asleep again, Alex doesn’t try to set him down, just climbs back into bed next to John, who will be up in less than an hour to get ready and take Frances to school, and then go to his own classes. He’s taking summer classes again, this year, meaning he’ll be certified in a few months. It’s a Friday, they have a date night planned for later in the evening, even with Philip conspiring against them.

It’s when the uncontrollable tears continue throughout the day that Alex gets worried. He felt warm but Alex wasn’t sure if he was imagining it, he found a thermometer. He had a little fever, likely he was just starting to teeth. Alex had a few of the toys that could be chilled and chewed on in the fridge.  He didn’t seem to want to eat either, as he kept pushing the bottle away, screaming even louder with each new attempt. He hadn’t eaten since around 2 that morning and it was nearly noon now.

“Honey, you have to eat.” Alex would say, trying to bounce him again before retrieving the now slightly chilled toys he’d put up. He calmed a bit when Alex pressed the toy gently between his gums, and he began to suck slowly on the toy. By the time he was finished with his toy the formula would be bad. He placed a few of the nipples for the bottles into the fridge, hoping that would entice him to eat when prompted.

It didn’t help much, he got halfway through the bottle that followed before starting to push it away again. He didn’t nap at his usual time today either. The tears just kept falling as he stuck his little balled up fists into his mouth. He texted Angie to ask if she could pick up some of the teething gel before she came over. He doesn’t expect a reply, and tosses his phone onto the counter, replacing the bottle top with another of the cold ones and Philip takes it again without much hassle. Alex sighs in relief and heads to the living room, dropping onto the couch into the living room with the somewhat calmer Philip.

It’s Peggy who arrives on the scene, armed with a plastic grocery store bag as she bypasses the doorbell to instead pick the lock and find Alex, laying on the couch with Philip on his chest, both of them starting to doze off. She drops the bag next to the couch after quietly closing the door.

“Hey Pegs.”

“You look like shit.” She says as she rips open the box to find the little tube of gel inside.

“I see you’re still not one for introductions.”

“You do the gel, my hands are dirty and I don’t want them grosser with baby mouth slime.”

“He’s asleep right now. I don’t want to wake him up.” Alex says, shifting slightly and Peggy stands up and disappears into the bathroom around the corner. Alex takes a deep breath, watching Philip rise with the movement of his chest, the tiny fists balled around pieces of his shirt. He closes his eyes again. A moment later cold damp hands find their way to Philip, and Alex’s own arms tense around the baby and his eyes fly open, only to find Peggy standing back over him.

“I was going to take him so you could get some proper sleep.” The girl says, and his arms relax as she moves him gently enough not to stir him into consciousness.

“Wake me up if he gets fussy again.” He says, rolling over to face the inside of the couch, glasses still on his face, as sleep overtakes him in moments.

He wakes back up to a set of soft voices and when he turns he finds Angie holding Philip in her arms, holding a bottle up for the infant as he ate contently.

“John’s home.” She says when he turns, though her eyes are still focused on the baby. “He’s upstairs taking a shower, told me to let you sleep, and Frances is with Lafayette in the kitchen.” He nods as he sits up, crossing the room to take over with Philip but Angie pulls away from him.

“Go get ready for your night, Philip will be fine with me.”

“You’re already babysitting tonight…”

“Alex, I can handle him.” She smiles, stretching her pinky down from the bottle to tickle his stomach. “Go get ready, you two haven’t had a night out in months.” He peeks his head into the kitchen only to have Lafayette shoo him away when Frances glances his way.

Dinner is nice, they laugh, and John’s hand holds his across the table. The wine has just a touch of sweetness to it, and the food is marvelous. They opt out of desert, instead deciding to go to a little ice cream shop that boasts 105 different flavors. They taste test as many as they can before settling on a scoop that’s made with coconut milk with pieces of mango mixed into it, and a chile chocolate one. They sit outside, just the slightest bit tipsy from their earlier wine. Around them the city hums with the nightlife, and the warm spring air. Angie had told them not to come back too soon, she could handle Philip and Frances had already taken Peggy upstairs to show her the skirt she’d made the weekend before. John had made dinner for the the three girls while Alex had taken a shower and gotten ready. Alex had changed into a pair of forgiving but still nice pair of jeans. He wasn’t shedding all of the baby weight anytime soon, even with the workouts, he’d likely have to wait until he was back on his hormones to really lose the weight and allow the fat to redistribute itself where it should be. He didn’t really mind the softness of his stomach though and John wasn’t complaining, at least Alex never took the kisses he traced across his skin to be anything less than affectionate.

After dinner they contemplate stopping at a club to go dancing, but when John yawns and drops his head onto Alex’s shoulder as they head that way Alex hails a cab and gives the driver directions back home. John mumbles something in protest of going home so early, but he’s tired. Alex would much rather enjoy lying on the couch at home with John across his chest while a movie played in the background. He isn’t sure when it became that way, he’d never seen himself as someone to be domesticated, to enjoy quiet nights in over parties and clubs but here is. When had turning in at 11:30 become so much more enjoyable.

“Are we old?” Alex asks to no one, but the cabbie laughs.

“Son, you’re going to make me feel old, I started driving cabs when I was 19, and that was almost 40 years ago.”

“I’m sorry…” The man waves a hand

“I used to think I hated it to, wanted to be a businessman, a real big shot.” He laughs to himself. “It was to impress this girl, real pretty thing with the quickest mind I ever saw.” Alex smiles as he brushes a strand of John’s hair out of his face.

“How’d that go?”

“Well, we renewed our vows 5 years ago. You’re not old son, trust me on that.”

He parks in front of their building and Alex quickly pays him, catching sight of his name tag. Benny tips the lidded cap as he climbs out. John manages to follow him without too much trouble.

Inside they find Angie in the living room, Philip asleep against her chest as she watches the cooking channel and Peggy is lying across the couch, an open book over her face. Angie turns when she hears the door open and makes a face.

“It’s not even midnight, since when are you Cinderella.” She sighs, and stands. Keeping a tight hold on the baby. “Frances is up in her room.” At the moment the girl comes bounding  down the stairs, throwing herself into John who lifts her with a bit of difficulty and spins her around, kissing her head.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in bed Cheri?” Alex asks and she shakes her head.

“I couldn’t sleep.” She says and Alex spies the candy wrappers in the trash.

“Too much sugar?”

“That was Peggy.” John’s eyebrow goes up questioningly.

“Alex honey can you take care of Philip while I tuck her back in.”

“Why does Philip get to stay up at night?”

“Because he’s a baby and trying to enforce a rigid sleep cycle on him now is impossible.” She huffs in John’s arms and he smiles and Alex takes Philip from Angie.

“How about I read you an extra chapter tonight?” She shakes her head.

“I wanna sleep in your bed tonight.”  There’s a pause for a moment, and a mischievous grin forms on her face. “And you read two extra chapters tonight.” John laughs at her trying to be serious. “I’ll read the usual two chapters and you can stay in our room. I’ll fall asleep if we try anymore.”

“Ok!” That wasn’t hard, and he’s glad she didn’t try against because he knows he won’t be able to resist.

Alex walks Peggy and Angie to the door, giving them each a one-armed hug before they leave, and follows John up the stairs, passing him as they stop in Frances’ room to grab her book. He lies Philip in the crib next to the bed, before changing into pajamas and getting ready for bed. When he’s finished washing his face John already has Frances tucked under the covers, setting the book on the nightstand so that he can get ready for bed himself.

By the time John gets into bed Frances is already asleep, still sitting up as she’s propped herself up against the pillows behind her. Frances moves automatically to her father. Alex’s hand rests next to the sleeping Philip, as he does every night. Alex takes another moment in the dark after John flips off the light on the nightstand, after John’s brushed his lips against Alex’s bare shoulder. In the quiet dark, there are only the soft rhythmic sounds of their varied breathing.

“Love you Alex.” John says the sleep evident in his voice, and Alex smiles.

“I love you too.”