#i legit laughed so loud that my headache came back

[xxcherrycherixx]

Bro I don't know how to tell you this. But your mommy issues are showing way too much, I advise you seek out a hot therapist

Are you telling me i should fuck a therapist 💀 like the ‘hot’ part just really came out of nowhere- like, im down for that, healing my issues by getting railed by a hot therapist sounds fun.

Chances are it wouldn’t help tho because most therapists i see are like older women so i would totally just call her mommy 🤷‍♀️

[felix21im]

"Ice Cold", a Leon Kennedy x reader fanfiction

As an Art and Design student all you want to do is just knuckle down and finish that one goddamn piece you've been working on for months. Too bad your time is constantly stolen by your Waiter job with minimal pay, but hey, at least the tips are good if you unbutton your shirt that one more time.

Masterlist

Chapter 2: The Sketches

“It’s ten A.M. dumbass, get out of bed.” You woke up to the sound of your roommates voice and the feel of a pillow hitting your face. “We have our reservation in like fifteen minutes…”

The reminder of your scheduled fancy breakfast with your roommate managed to wake you up fully and you instantly ran into the bathroom to have a shower.

As you stood there with the water running on your skin you began to feel your head pounding. “Great, a fucking hangover.” You muttered as you turned the shower knob, stopping the water and leaving you cold. You stepped out of the shower with a towel hanging over your shoulders and sat down on the toilet seat. "Hey, can you maybe make me some tea or coffee or something? I got a headache, probably overworked or something" you lied, shouting to your roommate.

“Yea sure 'overworked', huh? Don't worry, I'll make something but get ready already!" You dried yourself with a small towel and put on some light clothes. A pair of shorts and a white shirt, it was hot outside due to it being summer and wearing anything other than shorts is a death sentence. You didn't feel like styling your hair so you just refreshed yourself, hoping you wouldn't look too bad. You stepped out of the small bathroom and were greeted by your roommate who handed you a glass of water with a pill. "I'm sure this will help more than just some tea.. after your 'overworking'". They winked at you and you feared they thought something different than what actually happened.

"Hey hey hey, that's not what happened okay? Imma tell you when we're eating, alright? But don't assume anything wrong, you hear me?" You laughed a little, but had to stop because of your headache. You took the glass of water and the mysterious pill, placing it in your mouth and then swallowing it with a gulp of water. You then saw your friend standing at the door, already wearing shoes and ready to go out. You sigh as you grab a pair of sneakers from under your bed, practically jumping straight into them.

“I read the reviews of this restaurant we’re going to and legit like all of them say that it’s super cold in there, you might want to grab your jacket.” They get the jacket off of the back of the door and hold it out for you to take.

“Thank you, thank you.” You accept the jacket and fold it over your arm as you place your phone in the pocket, but rather than it going straight in like normal, something is in there and blocks it from sitting perfectly. You place your phone in your back pocket and reach your hand into your jacket, pulling out a white envelope. The envelope was a little heavy and had a note written on it “This semester is on me, think of it as payment for agreeing to decorate my house - Leon S. Kennedy.” You slit the envelope open and it looked identical to your tips envelope, absolutely filled with cash. You let out a small gasp. "Holy shit."

You looked at your roommate who also looked at you and the envelope laying in your hand. "Yeah, holy shit. Are you working as a stripper now or how'd you get all the money suddenly?"

“Although I would be a great stripper… No.” You look at the cash, not knowing what to do with it. "I have to give it back. I can't just keep all.. this."

“Uh?! Yes you can!” Your roommate looked at you like you were an idiot. “That's like five grand there! If you’re not going to take it I will gladly take it for you!”

"No way! I can't just accept this money!” You close the envelope and place it on the desk on your side of your shared room. “This doesn't feel right, you know that." You thought about what you're going to do next. You looked between your friend and the money and decided you need to do the right thing. "I'm sorry, but I have to return it. As soon as I get my paycheck I will go out to eat breakfast with you, I promise! But I need to do this. Sorry." You grabbed the envelope again and walked past your roommate and out the door, giving them a look of excuse. They simply scoffed and slammed the door behind you.

As you sat outside on the curb you used your phone to look up where you were last night so that you could get Leon’s address. As you ordered your taxi it asked you for some contact details. “Kennedy.” You chuckled as you entered that as your last name, thinking it would be a funny joke. On your way you texted your roommate once again, apologizing for your behavior but not for your need to do the right thing. You sighed as you put your phone in your pocket and looked out the window.

After some time you arrived at what appeared to be Leon's home. You couldn’t really see it the night before since it was dark, but it looked even better during the day than you could have imagined before. You paid the taxi driver, with your own money this time, then left the car and went towards that big door. You looked for a bell but couldn't find one so you knocked against the thick wood, hoping someone would even hear it. After repeating this a couple more times and almost giving up, the door opens and you are greeted by a woman. She was wearing a white dress shirt and a black bustier over the top, followed by a black pair of trousers. Confused, you looked at her and then at the house, thinking you were wrong. "Can I help you with anything?" The woman asked, not even bothering to ask you inside.

"Uhm.." you stuttered, not knowing what to do in this situation. "I thought someone else lived here, but I guess I'm wrong. Sorry for bothering you." Something inside you actually hoped you typed in the wrong address. This couldn't be Leon's home, right? But it looked so similar? Maybe all the drinks added up over the night and made me remember this wrong..? You thought back to the day before and remembered how Leon was actually texting someone and didn't tell you a name or something. Maybe he actually has a wife or something and I misunderstood last night. Maybe he actually paid me to.. stay away? You shook your head. That's bizarre. Or is it?

"Who did you think lived here then? Maybe I can help you." You were taken back to reality from that woman's voice and looked at her.

Fumbling with your hands you tried to form a whole sentence, but all that came out was "Kennedy."

She looked at you. "Do you mean Leon Kennedy?" You nodded your head, still hoping you were wrong here. "Well, it appears you are right then. May I ask how you know him? I've never seen anyone like.. you here." It seemed to you she spit that 'you' out as if you were something less worthy than her. But maybe you were once again imagining things.

"Well, we actually met yesterday and he invited me to come over. I forgot to give something to him, so that's what I'm here for now. Can I see him now?" You looked at the woman standing in your way, trying to be confident.

“Mr. Kennedy is out of the house at the moment and he won’t be back for a few hours. I will tell him that you stopped by.” She stepped back from the door. “Bye now.” She practically slammed it in your face, the waft from the door causing your messy hair to blow backwards.

You rolled your eyes and sat down on the steps, exactly where you were sitting with Leon last night. You searched through your contacts and found Leon’s name. After tapping the call button it rang four times before you heard a rough “Hello?” come from the other side.

It took you back a little as it sounded like you had just woken him up. “Oh, hiya Leon.” You looked back at the front door as you began to talk. “I’m sitting on your doorstep right now…” You then looked back at the driveway, the pebbles and the green grass perfectly manicured. “I wanted to swing by to drop off that money you left in my jacket.”

“What, why?” He sounded confused. You could tell that he pulled the phone away from his face when he coughed, probably trying to clear his throat. “That money is for you, Buttercup.” He chuckled, making you blush a little. “You’re not supposed to give it back to me.” Sounds could be heard in the background as he talked but you couldn't tell what they were.

"Is there anyone with you right now?" You didn't even think about that question before it left your mouth.

"Don't worry about it. And also don't worry about the money. It's a gift, just accept it." You let out a small laugh.

"Just accept it? This is more money than I would make in two months! I can't just accept that, Leon! I can leave it with your girlfriend if you don't want to take it back, but I won't keep it." It was silent on the other side. You were worried you took it too far now.

But then, a chuckle and a full out laugh. "Girlfriend? I'm sorry, but you probably went to the wrong house. I don't have a girlfriend, partner or whatever, Buttercup." You could hear him still chuckle on the other side of the phone, but you didn't feel like laughing.

You felt kind of dumb right now. "Well, whoever that woman was, she just shut the door before me and left me sitting in front of it. So I guess I'm just gonna leave the envelope under the doormat." You looked around. There wasn't even a doormat. "YOU DON'T HAVE A GODDAMN DOORMAT? LEON S KENNEDY WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING FOR THE PAST THREE YEARS?" You heard him laugh out loud again and didn't even try to stop him from it. You just sighed and gave it up. "Well, Mr. Kennedy, I'm gonna find a place to put that money. And don't even think of sneaking it back to me, you hear me?" You didn't even wait for an answer and just hung up. You sat on the stairs for a few more minutes thinking about what to do next.

Just as you stood up to leave you heard the door behind you opening again. "Mr. Kennedy just called me. He wants me to let you inside. Please take off your shoes here and.. don't touch anything." There is not even a thing to touch here, what do you want? You went through the doors and left your shoes next to them. The woman looked at you again before turning her back and walking away. So now you just stood there, in this empty, big house with a woman who doesn't seem to like your company.

Just like the night before you went through the entire house looking around, but also trying your best to avoid that woman. At some point you even found some paper and a pen and began drawing some rooms with fitting, and for now missing, furniture. After a while you felt your phone vibrating in your pocket so you put your drawing away and checked your messages. Apparently Leon tried to call you a few times but ended up sending you a message instead. You opened and read it. I'll be back home in a few hours. Please just accept the money, but stay for as long as you'd like to. I wanna see you again later. - Leon. You had to smile. Who even puts their name at the end of a message nowadays? You just replied with a quick 'alright' before putting your phone away again. You went back to what you were doing: planning and drawing the interior design of Leon's big ass home, all from memory from your tour last night.

You ended up placing all of your designs and sketches on the floor in what you assumed was supposed to be a living room. It just had two simple fabric couches facing each other in the middle of a giant room. Each design was placed in order, somewhat resembling the floorplan of the house. You didn't know how much time passed, but you began to feel tired and had to take a small break. Since you didn't wanna cross paths with that grumpy woman, you just stayed in that room. After some time of relaxing you felt really tired and didn't have any more motivation to plan the last few rooms. It must have been the combination of lack of sleep and whatever that pill was that your roommate gave you, so you ended up sitting on one of the couches and you began to close your eyes. Before you even knew it you fell on your side and into a light sleep.

The sound of a door slamming against the wall scared you half to death. As you looked towards the noise, you saw the same woman from earlier looking at you. “My apologies.” She smiled as she looked to the other side of the room. You followed her eyes and noticed she was looking at Leon. He was sitting opposite you with all of your sketches in his hands. You rubbed your eyes, trying to look somewhat alive. Leon didn't even look at her or you, he was way too focused on your drawings. Next to him you saw a laptop, where he seemed to type a few things in separate to going through your sketches. You sat up and slowly walked towards him. Without looking up from the drawings he talked to you. "These drawings are amazing. When did you make all of these?"

You were flustered by his actual interest. "Uhm.. I just made them for fun while waiting for you.. I didn't even take it seriously.." You scratched the back of your head.

"Are you kidding me? You probably.. no, you DID more for the interior design in the past few hours than I or Angel over there did in the past three years!" You were kind of confused by the name. Angel? Her? Was that supposed to be an unfitting nickname or her actual name? You didn't want to ask so you kept that thought to yourself. After Leon's comment Angel looked at you even more disgusted than before, it's a wonder that was even possible.

You wanted to ignore the weird feeling that stood in the room, so you just sat down next to Leon on the couch. "What are you doing on your laptop?" You wanted to look at it but before you had the chance to make out what he typed in earlier he closed it.

"Nothing special, don't worry about it." You sighed but didn't push it. After a few seconds of awkward silence between the three of you Leon stood up from the couch with his laptop, walked towards Angel and gave it to her. You looked at him confused, but he didn't even notice that. He said something to the woman but you couldn't understand it since they were so close to each other. You didn't know what, but a weird feeling spread in your body. Jealousy? You had to laugh out loud, which made the two look at you.

"Is there a problem?" Angel asked you, to which you answered with a head shake.

"I'm sorry, I was just thinking about... something funny." You saw Leon's lip lift up a little bit which made you smile a little bit, too. Angel turned back from you and Leon led her out the door to the main hall.

You could hear them talk for a few minutes before the door opened again and Leon came back in alone. "Soo.. now that you're awake, do you want to grab something to eat? We can drive somewhere or I'll just order something."

You thought about the offer, but instantly remembered why you came here in the first place. "No way, Leon! I can't take any more money from you. I actually came here to give you back that money you left in my jacket. It's good for you to have so much but I can't keep it! This doesn't feel right." You looked at him frustrated.

He just shook his head while laughing. "I told you it wasn't for nothing. You literally just proved me right with giving it to you after seeing your drawings. You earned that money."

You were kind of flustered but still couldn't just accept it. "Leon, it's really nice of you and I don't wanna argue. But you gave me way more money than these few sketches are worth! My roommate even thought I started working as a stripper!"

Leon looked at you with big eyes, then stepped closer to you. "Well.. have you considered working as one? They make a good amount of money and I'm sure you would do great." He winked at you as he laughed out loud and even though you knew he was joking you turned completely red.

"Leon...what. the. hell. No! Of course I didn't think about working as one! I'm happy with my current job.. I guess." You looked at him again, realizing how close he suddenly was to you.

"Well, if that's what you think, alright. But I'm not gonna miss that money and I'm sure you will bring it to good use. So please, stop arguing with me and just accept it." His smile had disappeared and his face was a little more serious, he really wanted you to take that money.

“I can’t, Leon.” You grabbed his hand from his side and placed the filled envelope in his palm. “It’s too much." He looked at you disappointed, as if all he just said meant nothing. "Whatever." He muttered to himself. It made you feel bad for your behavior but you knew it was the right thing to do.

You looked at him in a sorry way and wanted to walk past him. But he blocked the way. "That's all I came for, Leon. I think it's better I leave now. Your Angel is probably waiting for you already."

He scoffed at your comment. “I think you misunderstood something here. Angel is her actual name. If I had to give her a nickname it would be anything but Angel, believe me. She can be a pain in the ass, but she gets her work done. And that’s all that matters for me.”

You let out yet another sigh. Why were you relieved anyway? Whatever Leon is doing with women, or men, was none of your business. You’ve literally only known him for like a day and act like a jealous partner. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to say it like that.”

“You don't have to apologize all the time, sweetheart. I thought it was cute.” He gave you a little wink and you felt your face heat up again. You looked away shyish and waited for his next move. But it appeared he did the same since he was just looking at you, waiting for you to say something. “Ehem..Food, right? I guess that´s what you wanted. Soo... Do you have anything special in mind?” He looked at you with a childish smile and simply answered “Just you wait, I have something great in mind.”

“Pizza?” You chuckled. “I didn’t think a fancy man like you ate peasant food like that.” You picked up your phone and began looking up a place that would deliver to Leon’s house

“Oh come on! Who doesn’t like pizza?” He shuffled over on the floor so that he was sitting beside you, looking at your phone. “The third one down.” He pointed at a restaurant named The Broadway. “That’s the best one around here, trust me, I’ve tried them all.”

“Alrighty.” You tapped on the phone number and as it rang you held it up to your ear. “Oh hiya! I’m looking to place an order for delive-”

“Pick-up. They only do pick-up.” Leon interrupted you.

“For pick-up!” You corrected yourself. When the worker asked for your name you couldn't help yourself. “For Kennedy.” Leon chuckled slightly and shook his head.

You ordered food for the two of you and some simple drinks to go with it. Of course Leon would get wine for the two of you but there’s nothing wrong with soda, especially when you’re already eating a greasy pizza. “Do we get Angel anything?” You asked Leon in response to the other person on the end of the call asking if anything else was wanted.

“She loves garlic bread, just get her some of that.” Leon replied, looking up from his own phone.

After the guy on the phone told you a time to pick up the food both you and Leon put on some shoes and went outside. “You gonna drive up to that poor pizza place with your fancy Porsche?” You asked jokingly.

To your surprise he actually shook his head. “You can choose the car if you want to. If you got a driver's license, you can even drive it yourself.”

You looked at him shocked. “Yea, sure. I’m gonna drive one of your expensive cars. Even if I had a license I wouldn't dare to sit down on the driver's seat. If I destroy it there's no way I'll ever be able to pay for the repair!”

“What’s one car more or less?” As he said that and you looked at him with an open mouth you heard a garage opening next to you. The bright lights kinda blinded you at first but as soon as you got used to the brightness you saw multiple cars and motorcycles standing in the big garage.

“Wow. What the hell.” That was all you were able to say at that moment. “I’m guessing that this is like your passion or a hobby?” You said as you walked in. Each vehicle was spotless, so clean that you could see your reflection in each one.

“Yeah, something like that, you could say.” As he was moving past the different vehicles he told you a little bit about all of them. Even though you had zero knowledge of cars and stuff you listened to him closely, trying to understand what he told you. You could see it in his eyes how he loved talking about these things, which made you smile.

After a good twenty minutes however you had to stop him. “As much as I love listening to you blabber away, I really wanna get our pizzas now.” Exactly at that moment your stomach began to growl, making you and Leon laugh.

“Well then, I hoped you listened closely. Go on and pick a ride.” He gestured around the both of you. You were thinking for a few seconds before finding a car you liked. You pointed towards it. “I like this one.” He followed your gaze and walked towards the car.

“I see. So you like the big ones, huh? Well then this Jeep Grand Cherokee is perfect for your needs.” He talked like he advertised the car which made you laugh and shake your head. He opened the passengers door for you before taking a seat behind the wheel. In just a few seconds the car left the garage and you found the both of you on the main road. Leon drove the car with ease which really fascinated you.His left hand was on the wheel and he was leaning on his right arm, he probably noticed you staring because he turned to you. “You wanna take over? The streets are empty here anyway.”

You shook your head again. “I meant what I said before. Just you drive now, I'm starving.” He looked back to the street and the rest of the drive went on quiet but nice. “I’ll learn to drive another day.”

Once you got back to Leon’s house Angel greeted Leon at the door, completely ignoring you. Leon tossed his keys to her and she caught them with one hand. As both you and Leon kicked off your shoes Angel hopped into the car and placed it back into the garage with the rest of them.

Leon led you to the kitchen and placed the multiple boxes on the counter, rather than sitting down he reached into a cupboard and pulled out two wine glasses. “Red or white?” He asked you.

“I don’t really want to drink tonight.” You admitted. That small hangover you had this morning wasn’t all that bad but you didn’t want to repeat it.

“Are you sure?” He asked, filling up both glasses with ice cubes. “I would hate to drink alone.”

“Fine.. but only one glass!” You gave in, to which Leon held both of the glasses up in confusion. “Huh? Oh! Red!” You replied to his earlier question. Leon nodded and opened up a small wine refrigerator he had under the counter, he picked up a bottle and read the label to himself. “Only the finest huh?”

“The finest thing is sitting right in front of me.” He chuckled and winked at you as he poured the two glasses, placing the fresh cork on the countertop. “So is this a business date where I hire you to be my interior decorator?”

“I’m only a student, Leon.” You opened one of the boxes and a waft of the smell of the food hit your senses, making you feel even more hungry than before.

“Whatever you say, student. This doesn’t change the fact that you already helped me a lot today. So this one is on you.” He raised his glass and with a cling both of yours met. You took a small sip and then took out a piece of pizza. “Besides, wouldn’t furnishing such a fancy house like this look really good on your resume?” You nodded slightly.

“Yea, you´re probably right about that, too. But let's not talk about work now and just enjoy the evening.” He gave you a smile before eating and drinking too. That evening seemed to never end as the both of you talked and drank, with no end in sight.

Maybe working for Leon wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

A/N: hey guys! This fanfiction is a Collab from me and Qwertyyy12 on AO3. If you want to, you can also leave her some love over there :) thanks for reading!

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Taglist: @trinswhimsys

[shoutogepi]

“Fuck You!””I Just Might.”

Bakugou Katsuki

word count : 7.1k holy hecc

[ ✘ (nsfw!) ]

themes : nasty nasties hehe.. choking, angry sex, dom bakugou (what’s new lmao), lots of sexy vengeful teasing, & almost being caught (? idk what to call that haha)

bio : You and Ground Zero are far from getting along in almost every aspect… except for getting off perhaps.

author’s note : wow another smut whodathunkit !!! This isn’t super romantic (Happy VDay my sweets!!) but goddamn if u thirstin today drink tf up bc the SALOON IS OPEN AND HERE’S THE SPECIAL ON DA HOUSE

side note: (Y/H/N) = your hero name, also the sidekick is 100% out my ass not real bc I didn’t feel like doing legit research heheh. also, all characters are aged up to long past UA-grad in this (so everyone is 18+!!)

tagging: @lordexplosionsextra per request -- hope you enjoy bb :) happy vday!

also available on AO3 here

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🄰rms crossed, chest puffing in defiance, your gaze shoots daggers into his stupid smirk. “I’m not your fucking sidekick, Boom-Boy, so you can crawl back into the putrid swamp you came from and take your damn paperwork with you!”

“H-hey now,” Bakugou’s sidekick laughs nervously, hands waving in front of him as he shakes off the jab you just took at him inadvertently.

Bakugou laces his gloved fingers over his lap and kicks back in his chair, straightening his legs so his boots rest on the table across from you. “Listen, Princess, you know the rules. Whoever gets the final blow doesn’t have to do the nitty-gritty shit,” he answers, shrugging nonchalantly.

“You only got the finisher in ‘cuz I was busy doing everything else! You pop in at the last second and get all the credit and no busywork? Fuck off,” you fume, hooking your foot around the leg of his chair and ripping it toward you. Bakugou’s eyes widen as he falls backwards, tumbling onto the hard floor. He grimaces at you from the floor, vermillion eyes ablaze.

“It’s not my fault you’re too stupid to strategize! Don’t start shit you can’t fucking finish yourself!” He barks, voice spiking with fury. Ouch, that one stung your pride a little.

“You’re such an asshole,” you snarl, shoving the stack of papers off the table. The pages swirl in the air and scatter onto the tiled floor, some landing on the instigator’s lap. Bakugou’s palms crackle as his breath is stolen at your audacity. Your sidekick lets out a startled noise, jumping at the sudden popping. Bakugou’s sidekick has his hand on his temple, attempting to rub out the headache forming at this mess.

Why did you two have to hate each other so much?

The two sidekicks stand stiffly against the wall as you shove by them, Bakugou glaring at your ass as your hips swing around the doorway, out of his sight.

It’s late, the purple sky littered with the lights of the lively city. The villain you— or Bakugou, you suppose— had taken down earlier had been the last job of the day and you’re tired of the stupid bullshit he always serves you when the two of you work together.

Usually your agency kept the two of you on opposite boundaries of the patrol area, but you had begrudgingly needed help with this last offender of the day. Your quirk didn’t do incredibly well against villains with close-combat styles, but you could still manage. Unfortunately, the guy that had been causing mayhem earlier was beyond powerful up close, and he had landed a hit that knocked the wind out of you and made you slower than usual. It wasn’t a major injury or anything, but you’d probably have a nasty bruise on your torso after you took off this goddamn gimp-suit of a costume. Luckily, you had visited the in-house, agency healer in the infirmary upon arrival from the job, and they had sucked the nasty welt off your skin and redirected it somewhere else as their quirk allowed. The pain subsided mostly, just a bit sore where the bruise would’ve been.

You close the door to your office gently, a heavy sigh releasing as you make your way toward the desk. It was almost quitting time, but you still had to finish up the paperwork from the other case you had dealt with this morning. Clicking on the desk lamp, you breathe in to calm your frayed nerves, eyes closing briefly as you try to find the energy to finish your work.

The door bursts open, slamming almost immediately and tearing you out of your attempt at meditation. Bakugou stands in there, steam practically billowing from his nose and scarlet eyes flashing with agitation.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” He snarls, prowling toward you with an accusatory, gloved finger raised.

“Excuse me?” You quip, irritation revitalized almost instantly. “Who do you think you are, storming into my office after the shit you pulled today?”

He stops in front of you, glowering down at you. You turn your face slightly, your eye level meeting his chest and not wanting to look at that. He was kind of muscular up close like this, you’d never noticed because you’d always created the most distance as possible between you two.

“Oh, you mean me saving your ass? Yeah, my bad, woman,” he growls, letting his gaze linger on the way your eyelashes kiss your cheek bones as you scoff, eyes closed in annoyance.

You glare at him, infuriated. “I didn’t need your fucking help! Did I ask you to come?”

He takes his time to reply, stare holding your attention briefly before he licks his lips. “No, but your sidekick did.”

The sentence is like a cold slap to the face, and you push him backwards with newfound anger. “Don’t fucking lie to me Bakugou,” you seethe, hands clenched into fists. “If you’re gonna lie at least come up with something believable!”

“Tch. She did call me, brat, and she begged me to come to your rescue like you were a goddamn damsel in distress,” he grunts, breaking eye contact with you as he hunches slightly, strong hands shoved into his pockets. Bristling at the refreshed anger rippling off of you, he already knows what you’re going to say. “She said that shitty villain got his hands on you, yeah right you had it under control.”

You don’t know what to say. You can’t really refute that the assailant had managed to hurt you, but you still wish Bakugou hadn’t heard that information. The asshole already thinks he’s the hottest shit in the agency, you really don’t want to give him any evidence of your weaknesses. So you sit on the edge of your desk, sighing once again. “I can handle one hit, dipshit,” you mutter. “It’s already healed anyway.”

“Yeah, yeah, you can take care of yourself,” he grumbles, gaze flickering to your grim expression before he looks intently at the picture on your wall.

The silence that ensues is uncomfortable. You had never really talked to Bakugou before-- usually every time the two of you were together you were having a shouting match, throwing insults back and forth relentlessly. You aren’t really sure how to reply, and you absolutely did not want to acknowledge that he had come to your rescue when you actually needed him.

Bakugou is as silent as you are. He wonders where you’d been hit momentarily, before pushing off the thought because god forbid he show emotions. He’d already had his fill of feelings for the day. He sure as hell would never tell a soul, but the second he had seen your sidekick’s name flash across his phone screen this evening, his stomach dropped like he’d been the one to receive the villain's punch, not you. Shoving away the intrusive thought, his trademark scowl surfaces to his face.

“You know, I still haven’t heard a ‘thank you’.”

His irritating voice slices through the tension in the room, and you bristle at his impudence. “Gee, Ground Zero,” he ruffles at his hero name, a frown bending his thin lips,” thanks so much for stealing my job and taking the credit for it too, and really— thank you so much for the paperwork as well. I’m just so grateful.”

“Tch. Don’t be so bitchy, you know I saved your ass today so just fess up and thank me already. You’ll feel better once you spit it out,” he provokes, thick arms crossing over his chest.

“Fuck you,” you hiss, scowling at his smug face. The snarl that breaks his lips is ignored as your eyes turn to slits directed toward him.

He laughs at your malicious look, mouth transforming into a sleazy grin. He can’t stop himself even though he’s a tad hesitant, but his bold and loud nature wins out and he says cooly, “I just might.”

You gape at him, the smile on his mouth escalating your agitation. “W-What?” You choke out meekly, palms pushing you off the desk to stand upright.

He has the gall to grin, taking a step toward you. His heavy boots clunk against the floor, and you move backwards only to bump into the desk again. You cast a futile glare at the desk, and when you look back at him, he’s looming over you. “I think it’s time we acknowledge this thing we have, (Y/H/N).”

Your lips part in surprise, the blush tainting your cheeks slightly. “I have no idea what you’re referring to,” you stammer. Your arms crossing over your chest, he can’t help but notice how your breasts squish upwards, cleavage visible through your skin-tight costume.

“I think you do,” he chuckles with a low voice, gaze regarding the pink pigment gracing your cheeks. He savors it, lips curling into a smirk. His hands meeting the edge of your desk as he leans in, his body brushes against your arms. You rear back, shock evident on your face with lips parted as he tips his head to the side. He cages you in, an unfamiliar look simmering in his crimson irises. “You can feel the tension between us too. I know it, Princess.”

You’re once again at a loss for words. What the hell is happening right now? You think, mind reeling desperately to change the subject. “I hate it when you call me that,” you spit out, looking up to catch his intense stare. It wasn’t dishonest, you hated his pet name for you. Just because you weren’t as careless as him, he’d tacked the snide nickname to you awhile back because he knew it pissed you off. “It’s a stupid name that only your idiot brain could come up with.”

Take the bait, please take the bait.

“The way you treat me like I’m beneath you, what else can I call you?” His breath fans against your cheek and you hate to admit it’s fresh and minty, not at all as nasty and troll-like as you’d convinced yourself it would be. “But I guess that’s ‘cuz you really wouldn’t mind having me under your lap, right?”

You gasp at his crude suggestion, knees smacking together as your thighs clench automatically. “Fuck off, Bakugou,” your voice trembles slightly, your palms hesitantly landing on his chest. Your attempt to push him is less than half-hearted, and he smiles at your crumbling resolve.

His fingers skim along the small of your back, perching his hand on your waist. You can feel its warmth through your costume and his glove, and your body bends into his hold on its own accord, your ass pushing back while your chest grazes his. He exhales harshly, his other hand docking on the top of your stiffened thigh, thumb falling into the curve between your legs. You wish it was higher up, and the recognition of your craving makes your blush a few shades darker.

“What was that?” He snickers, lips brushing your earlobe as his nose pushes away your cascading hair. He didn’t expect you to smell so good after a long day of fighting crime.

Your fingers grab onto his costume, clawing at the material and you’re not sure if it’s in anger or desire. But Bakugou is sure, his fingers rubbing your waist as he glances at your restless hold on his costume. “Oh, bite me,” you spit out, your bottom lip caught between your teeth.

His lips touch your jaw, and you can feel the sneer that rests so prominently there. “Manners, Princess… say please,” he chides, tongue poking out to trace the soft skin there.

A quiet moan escapes you and Bakugou groans loudly in response. He draws his face back to lock eyes with you, stare taught with the tension the two of you have built over all this time.

“You gonna tell me you’ve never thought about us fucking?” He inquires, eyes darting to your lips and returning to your gaze. “All those times we riled each other up, every time we pushed each other’s buttons over and over— you gonna say you never thought about getting me to shut the hell up by any means necessary?”

Your eyes roll in your head, from a combination of lust and disbelief. You cannot believe you're letting him hold you like butter in his hot hands, melting you and licking you up. You glare at him, his lips just close enough to distract you. You weren’t going to let him mould you like putty anymore. “I bet you wanna think that I have, Bakugou,” you whisper, and he looks at you with mild surprise adorning his handsome face. Your blush infects him immediately, a flush spreading over his own cheeks and he’s suddenly very glad his costume has a mask. “You think I haven’t noticed you checking me out every second of the day, Boom-Boy?”

He seems at a loss for words as your wrists wrap around the back of his neck, pulling his face down and level to yours. His brow bursts into a sweat as one of your hand curls around his costume’s throat piece, trailing south and following the delicious line between his pecs down his abs. Your fingernails scraping through his costume, his skin prickles as he gasps. Your lips meet his stubbled jaw, mirroring the action he had performed to you a moment ago. His fingers tighten their hold on you, his body jerking almost invisibly at the contact. “You ogle at me much more, little Miss Priss,” he says cockily even though his voice sounds forced.

It was your turn to curl your lips into a sultry smile, half-lidded eyes regarding his shocked, eager stare. “I thought I told you not to tell your phony lies, Bakugou,” your murmur against his jawline, hand curving around his pelvis and to drag down his outer thigh. “It’s a sin to lie, you know.” Your fingers skim the very ridge of the bulge in his pants, teasingly tracing the outline and watching him close his eyes, his grin seeming strained.

“You know a lot about sins, then?” he pants, sliding his hand down from your waist slowly, fingertips stretching eagerly to push into your plush ass.

You nip at his skin playfully, and he shudders in response. Your raise your head to meet his hungry gaze, your coy smile still beaming. “I might… You want me to demonstrate my knowledge?” Your tongue parts your lips, eyes falling to his slightly agape mouth. Your breath tangles, and his eyelids flutter shut as your lips graze.

The hand on your thigh grips your flesh tighter and you whimper, your mouth tingling at the harder contact of the kiss. His other hand slides south and cups your tailbone, calloused fingers bringing your ass toward him. The sudden movement surprises you, and you grab onto his neck, making his chin dip down as your hips slide into his crotch. You clash into him, your lips colliding as sparks fly through the air.

You both moan into each other’s mouths, the kiss desperate and hot. Your tongue pokes out to probe his bottom lip and he gladly receives your wet muscle with his own. Your legs trapped between his shuffle as you wiggle your hips, savoring his fiery hands gliding over your figure.

Bakugou’s hands are firm but warm, caressing your waist and hips and heating them up. He growls as your hips buck against his, rubbing the tent in his baggy pants. One of his hands slides along the smooth fabric of your hero suit, cupping the swell of your breast in his large palm as his thumb runs over your nipple. You throw your head back, and his lips gladly blaze the trail of your throat with a scorching urgency. Your fingers move to his arm pieces, clamoring at the top of the machinery near his elbows. He gladly slides the gadgets off, placing them in one of the chairs facing your desk while he rips off his black gloves. He hastily throws the neck piece onto the seat as well before he turns and captures your lips once more.

When his fingers return to your hips, you can feel the true heat of his burning palms through your bodysuit, making you arch into him wantonly. His tongue battles yours fiercely, both of you fighting for dominance as his hands glide up to your waist and fumble with your belt. You can feel his rigid muscles through his thin tank top, your hands wandering greedily underneath the right material to touch his smooth skin.

Bakugou smirks as your belt falls onto the desk, hands falling and grabbing onto your ass cheeks eagerly, pulling you closer to his body. You take the chance to shove your tongue into his mouth and he groans at the impact, jaw slackening as he allows your tongue to take control. He grinds into you slowly, making your thighs tremble with apprehension. His mouth detaches from yours, and the string of saliva connecting your tongues is sliced as his shirt flies through the air. You drink in the sight of his naked chest, muscles swelling and flexing, tapering down into a delicious V that disappears underneath his belt.

You grab the belt, yanking his body close to yours again and sighing as your lips meet once more. “You’re really man-handling me Princess,” he comments amusedly into your lips as your fingers grapple with his belt, toying with the latch.

“Shut the fuck up,” you snarl, teeth sinking into his bottom lip and harnessing a moan from him,” and touch me already, pussy.”

His vermillion gaze ignites, mouth crashing onto yours as his fingers slide underneath the swell of your ass. He lifts you like you’re but a paperweight, and you moan as your legs wrap around his hips. His tongue crushing yours, his kisses so intense that your head leans back at the sizzling force. You jump slightly as your ass meets the cushion of your desk chair, eyes opening to see he’d rounded the desk and knelt in front of you. His knees on the ground, he looks up at you haughtily, hands coasting slowly down your legs toward your center. “Is this where you want me?” he feigns innocence and you glare down at him. His thumb hooks the crotch of your leotard, and he shoves the material to the side roughly, making you gasp.

The cool office air greets your cunt, making it throb even more in arousal. “Bakugou,” you whine as he watches your face, shifting your hips in a feeble attempt to catch his attention. He slinks down, lips brushing over your panties softly as he watches you squirm. He grins against the black lace, thumb curling around the skinny part of the thong over your asshole, making you shiver.

“You’re right Princess,” he grumbles, tongue gliding over the wet spot that had leaked through the material, inhaling your scent pervertedly as he closes his eyes in triumph. Your bottom lip is prisoner to your teeth again as you watch his teasing movements, unable to tear your eyes away from him. “Sometimes when you’ve got me all riled up, I jerk off thinking about how good your bratty little ass would look bouncing on my dick.” You can’t help but whimper at his confession, rolling your hips against his mouth in desperation.

He smirks up at you, crimson irises glittering with savory mischief. His hands snake around your thighs, clutching onto the junction they meet your hips with vigor. He pushes your body down into the seat so you can’t wriggle any longer, and he feels your cunt clench against his chin when he nips at your panties, teeth dragging along your clit. You wail his name again lowly, harsh breaths ripping through your lungs.

He growls in response, thumb ripping the lace to the side and exhaling at the sight of your swollen cunt, grin broadening at the excessive glaze that he had caused. “Fuck,” he laments, tongue poking out to graze your clit experimentally. Satisfied with the way your hand flies to cover your mouth, he places a teasing kiss there. “You know,” he murmurs against your slick nerve,” More than once I’ve wondered how hot and sweet your cunt must be, hiding underneath this skimpy little leotard.”

You let out a shaky breath, eyebrows cinching as you glower down at him, meeting his pleased gaze. “Why don’t you find out for yourself then?” you hiss, baring your teeth at his infuriatingly proud smirk.

“Bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you, Princess?” Bakugou’s tongue glides along the side of your slit, making you stiffen and shut your eyes tightly. Of course he’s a fucking tease.

A knock sounds at your door to pull you out of your collapsing mind, and you sit up straight, eyes wide as Bakugou’s sidekick peeks into the room.

Bakugou stills, unsure as to who it is, staying hidden behind your desk and still holding your hips harshly.

“Hey Y/N, have you seen Ground Zero possibly? He’s stormed off as usual and I can’t find him anywhere,” the sidekick says, blinking at you with unsuspecting eyes.

“Oh, H-Hikaru,” you gulp, hesitantly placing your hands on your desk. Bakugou is quiet underneath you but you’re preparing yourself for the little shit to pull something stupid.

And he does.

Bakugou’s tongue slips between your folds suddenly, licking a large stripe from the bottom to the top of your slit, sucking in your clit and rolling his tongue around it brazenly.

“Oh my god!” you yell, hand slapping over your mouth too late. Hikaru looks at you incredulously, regarding your pink cheeks and sweaty forehead. “I can’t believe him! W-what an asshole!” you pant as Bakugou sucks harder, your pussy clenching onto itself. “He probably left so you’d do the paper… mmm, paperwork for h-him.” You abs are flexed so hard, straining in order to restrain the mess of moans that Bakugou is summoning.

Hikaru finds your tone a bit peculiar, but he continues anyway. “Uh, probably… Are you okay Y/N? You look kind of… sick,” he comments, head tilting to the left. “Did you get that jab checked out yet? I can take you to the infirmary if you want. If it’s bad I can drop you off at your place, too.”

Bakugou doesn’t like that suggestion. He doesn’t need to lick his fingers, your drenched core welcomes the digits instantly. Your walls accommodate his middle and ring finger eagerly and he smirks as they sink into you, knuckle-deep.

“Yes!” you shriek, quickly shooting a glare down at the blonde, your hair covering your face from his sidekick. “I mean— yes, I had it checked out and I’m f-fine, thank you for the concern, Hikaru,” you explain, a forced smile on your lips as you silently beg him to leave.

Bakugou stretches his fingers inside you, scissoring them to coat them in your essence before he puts them together again. His wrist strained in the forced position, he flicks the digits back and forth, almost laughing in glee as he recognizes that soft velvety spot deep within you.

Hikaru blinks at you again before he nods half-heartedly. “Okay… Well if you need me, I’ll be in the conference room doing Bakugou’s job,” he laughs, tucking out of the door and closing it finally.

“He wishes he could do my job, fucker,” Bakugou grunts, mouth immediately returning to satiating your needy hole.

You sag into the chair, a quiet moan floating out of you as Bakugou continues to finger you, his lips slurping up your clit once more. Shooting a heated look at him, you bare your teeth at him, and choke out a hiss,” Fuck you!”

Bakugou only chuckles, savoring the way your cunt throbs around his digits. “I didn’t think you were so impatient, brat.” He doesn’t slow his actions though, knuckles ramming against your skin. He enjoys the way you gasp as he moves your thigh over his shoulder, his tidy fingernails pressing into your trembling leg. “You taste pretty good, Y/N. I guess it’s just your personality that’s bitter,” he remarks, smiling against your sex as his fingers slide out of you.

You toss him a pointed look as he wipes his chin with the back of his hand. “Excuse you, Boom-Boy,” you chide,” only my friends get to call me that!”

“Tch, I get to eat your pussy but I can’t call you by your name? You really know how to make a guy work for it,” he scoffs, sounding mock-hurt, and now menacing over you.

You frown in response but it quickly melts into a smirk. “Don’t worry, Katsuki,” you observe how he closes his eyes, the corner of his mouth twitching as his hand turns into a fist,” I’ll return the favor.” You tentatively place your hands on his belt, undoing the clasp and resting the heel of your palm against his clothed, hard cock. You gently undo the fastenings around his thick thighs, placing the belt with his grenades onto your desk cautiously. You weren’t trying to be blown up just for some dick.

He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of both his black pants and underwear, annoyed with you taking your sweet ass time. His bare cock springs free, greeting your hungry gaze with an inviting sheen of sticky precum trailing down his hard length. You gawk at the sight, genuinely surprised to find he was so… well equipped.

“So this is why you’re so cocky, huh?” you state, eyes following the protruding vein running the entirety of his full, flushed member.

He barks out a laugh which dies in his throat as you press a chaste kiss to his weeping pink tip. Your tongue flat against your bottom lip, you slide his cock into your mouth and moan at the salty, provocative taste of him. His length almost as thick as your throat itself, you gag gently as you take him whole into your mouth before quickly pulling back. You place your hand around the base of his now-slick cock, your mouth sucking and bobbing on the top half of him as you jerk your fist at the same tempo.

Bakugou is much louder than you expected him to be, and the way his erotic, serrated breath is tearing from his lungs makes your pussy clench in desire. His chest heaves, the bulging muscles on his torso tense underneath his surprisingly smooth skin. Your other hand wanders up his abs, enjoying the way the ridges between them are so defined. He growls as your finger rubs over his nipple, his hand catching your wrist in a tight grasp but not doing anything to stop the action.

You purr on his cock, slippery hand leaving the base to cup his balls, eliciting a hiss from him as he sucks air in between his gnashing teeth. Confidence torrenting through your veins at his reaction, your jaw drops as wide as you can muster, your mouth gliding further down his length.

Bakugou’s empty hand collects the hair falling around your face, holding it for you as you weave back and forth. His jaw falls slack as the head of his dick rubs the back of your throat, summoning a soft gag that makes your mouth vibrate around him. Your wrist hurts a little from his tight grasp, but the way his fingernails dig into your skin makes your core shiver in delight. “Shit, Y/N.”

You don’t bother to correct him this time, thumb running over his balls just hard enough to make him shake a bit, savoring the way he is panting and quaking before you. The hand grasping your hair nimbly shimmies closer to your skull, his fingers twisting almost too tightly onto the roots of your hair. You allow him to coax your mouth closer, his arm guiding your face to take his length deeply. A low growl tears from the bottom of his lungs as you lock eyes with his impassioned stare. His hips nudge smally against your lips, his tongue poking out to run over his lip as he pulls back and glides back inside your sweltering throat.

You moan forcefully, savoring the the strangled noise that slithers from his now gaping mouth. Taking initiative once more, you begin to jerk your neck back and forth quickly, wincing as his grip tightens on your wrist. Bakugou tries his best to repress his moans but the way your bratty throat welcomes his hard cock makes him see tiny, fizzling explosions when he closes his eyes.

His hips rear back, and you almost fall off the chair as you lean in to close the distance. He catches you easily, hot hands landing on your shoulders as his gaze locks with yours, inexplicable desire sizzling between the two of you. His hands fly down to collect your ass cheeks, and he picks you up just to place the apple of your cheeks on the desk behind him. Teetering on the edge of the wooden furniture, your legs wrap around his waist, and his lips slam onto yours again. His fingers frantically running over your super suit, he snarls in frustration when he can’t find the zipper.

You laugh at him mockingly, catching his eye as you pinch the zipper on the side of your neck, the material shrinking away immediately with elasticity. He watches as your breasts pop out of the silky, neoprene-like fabric, bouncing with hardened, pink nipples standing perkily to greet him.

“No bra?” He reprimands but his time sounds more turned on than accusatory. “Princess, you’re so naughty.” His hands fly to your tits, groping the soft and supple flesh with fervor. You unzip the rest of your side, pulling your arms out of the sleeves and carefully angling your hips so you can slide the suit off into a crumpled pile on the ground. In just your tiny little thong now, Bakugou closes the gap, pressing flush against your clothed center and grinding his wet cock against your damp underwear.

Your head tilts back and you whine, gasping as his mouth slides along your throat, hot tongue caressing the tender skin. “Please, Bakugou,” you wail, his thumbs rubbing your sensitive nipples hastily.

“God, you must be tight if you’re this high-strung,” he purrs next to your ear, enjoying the way your cunt clenches noticeably underneath your panties. Speaking of those… his fingers snatch the delicate lace to the side, his other hand grabbing his dick and running his swollen tip over your slit. He dips the head into your hole but recedes instantly, brushing it over your glistening trove before repeating the action. The teasing has your head spinning, harsh pants falling from you both and mingling in the thin divide between you. He can’t take it any longer, his hips snapping into yours as his dick easily disappears halfway into your steamy, aching cunt. “I fucking knew it,” he grunts, jaw clenching as your velvety walls embrace his girth, your cry of pleasure music to his ears. “Your cunt is so snug around my cock.”

His hips push into your thighs further, only stopping once he’s balls-deep, sunk completely in your flittering sex. Hand leaving your thong to the side of your cunt, he grabs your hip and pulls your ass close. You groan at his cock nestling even deeper into your sopping hole, and your hips jerk against his as his hand curls around your lower back, securing itself so his fingers coil snugly around your waist. You choke on a sob as he thrusts into you again, his thick member prodding you in a very private place.

“You better fuck me already,” you growl at his pace that was testing your nerves, ready to be fucked into submission. Not that you were going to go down without a fight.

He chuckles cockily, a sly grin on his lips. “Your wish is my command.” His hips slam against yours and your teeth sink into his shoulder, muffling a scream of desire. He ruts into you with ease, your arousal making it almost effortless for his cock to spread the tense walls of your desperate pussy. His free hand claps against the swell of your ass, the noise slicing through the air and you scowl at him. It’s like he wants to be caught.

Ragged breaths tumble from the both of you, your saliva trickling down his chest as your teeth are still fastened into his broad shoulder. “F-Fuck, Bakugou,” you keen, each time his pelvis pressing against you tightly forcing your vision to shake.

“Katsuki,” he huffs, his left hand pushing your chin up to capture your half-lidded gaze. “Say it, Princess— fuck, tell me who’s making you feel so good,” he demands, eager to hear his name leave your lips in such an intimate way once more. His hips change tempo from his fast and hard pace to a slower, more sensual rolling motion, milking the desired reaction out of you.

The novel movement pressing deliciously against your clit, your unabashed whimpers fall onto his eager ears.  Your fingers raise to pinch the top of his black eye mask, pushing the material up over his forehead so it tucks his ash blonde hair back. Looking into his eyes and admiring his uncovered, handsome features, you shoot him a sinful pout. “Ka— ah! Oh, Katsuki,” you gasp, your hands flying up to claw desperately at his muscular back.

Bakugou relishes in your lewd reply, eyes rolling back into his skull in delight. He lets out a gravely groan, increasing the tempo to a needy, impatient pace. The extra stimulation on your clit makes your legs shiver around him, your heels digging into the plush top of his ass. His hand slides back to grip around the back of your neck, leaning in to take the side of your ear between his teeth. His fingers on your throat press into your skin, his thumb pushed into your racing pulse. Hand squeezing just the right amount, it becomes pleasurably harder to breathe and you pant, tongue poking out as you wanton gaze meets his. “I’m gonna make you cum so hard Y/N,” he growls, almost snarling at you as your body bounces against his, watching your hair dance and shake around the erotic expression on your face.

“Eat shit,” your nose twitches in annoyance,” You’re gonna burst any minute now.” Your cheeks are dusted in a telling flush, your body feeling heat spread throughout. His hand tightens on your throat and you moan, loving the way your breath tears slightly.

“You’ve been clenched down on me this whole time,” he reasons, lips close enough so you can feel his ragged breath. “You can’t deny how your body reacts to me, even if you don’t want it to.”

You roll your eyes. Even buried between your legs at a time like this, he insists on pushing your buttons. “Oh, you want me to clench, Katsuki?” you inquire, tone confident in contrast to the wanton shake of your body. 

He shivers as his name leaves your sinful lips, and the breath in his lungs is sucked out of him as you clamp your pussy as tight as you can around him. His hips stutter and you revel in the lustful way his face contorts, his eyes screwing shut temporarily.

When his vermillion eyes open again, his predatory gaze adding wood to the fire between your legs. “Bad girl,” he admonishes, an unruly grin lifting the corners of his mouth. His hips slam against yours, railing into you at an unimaginable speed and harshness. “That’s a cute try, Princess, but you’re gonna cum before me no matter what.”

You can’t even respond as he thrusts into you, your pants ripping through the air and mingling with the quick slapping noise echoing through the room. You hate to let him win but you can’t hold yourself off from your impending orgasm, the pressure in your core multiplying at an alarming rate as each thrust deliciously stimulates your deepest, most secret place.

“Katsuki,” you whimper, your spine arching into his touch while his hand keeps its hold on your throat. “I’m so close, please,” you beg, your toes curling forcefully as your eyes roll back.

Bakugou smiles at your submissive tone, purring out, “That’s better.” His hand leaving your throat to rub his finger on your clit, your body trembles in his hands. He leans into you and his lips conquer yours passionately, tongue darting in between your lips to caress with yours. His tongue pulls back as he takes your bottom lip between his teeth, his wolfish stare daring you to follow his ensuing command. “Cum for me, Y/N.”

Your body tenses as you reach your climax, but Bakugou continues to assault your g-spot mercilessly. Your arms shake in euphoria, nails pressing in to form desperate scratches on his skin. It feels like he is snapping you in two, and you absolutely love it. Tears prick the corner of your eyes as you wail out, relief washing over your limbs feeling like ice cold lemonade on a torrid summer day.

Pussy fluttering around his cock so deliciously, Bakugou moans at the new intensity. He swears as he keeps going, despite his own orgasm approaching. The image of you squirming in ecstasy underneath him makes him gasp immodestly. His hands clasp down on your hips roughly, making it even easier for him to pound into your soaked cunt as his teeth release your reddened lip. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” he huffs, sweat glistening on his built chest as he thrusts into you particularly hard. “So much better than I could’ve ever imagined, holy shit, Princess.” He moans a little loudly, not holding anything back anymore. He is so fucking close.

“Katsuki, please,” you sob, your g-spot still being pummeled relentlessly, never getting a break from his assault and dragging your orgasm out longer than you thought possible. “I want your cum on me so bad!”

Bakugou throws his chin into the air, harsh breaths floating out as the flesh of your hips turns white under his oppressive grip. He grunts as he pulls out, his searing streaks of cum spurting out forcefully, shooting up to lace over your tits and down your stomach. His thighs tremble as he snarls, his first immediately jerking his cock as more of his cum gushes out of the tip. He gasps for breath, and he groans as your lips press to his captivatingly. He leans into your kiss, savoring the feeling of your sweet lips against his.

You shift in his hands, the once-rough palms now sliding over your skin carefully, fondling your body as his lips nibble at your own. You entertain it for a moment, nails trailing down his chest, thumbs rubbing into the ample muscles beneath his skin.

He pulls back, a lazy grin and satisfied eyes regarding you. “Well, that was hot,” he admits, eyebrow quirking upwards as he tries to even his choppy breath. You pull a handful of tissues out of the box on the corner of your desk, handing him a few which he gladly wipes over his drenched member. You sigh in content, head leaning back as you regulate your own breathing.

Bakugou makes you jump in surprise as he runs a new tissue along your torso, cleaning up his mess. You eye him playfully, secretly relishing in the way he is so considerate. He shuffles back a step like he can feel you appreciating his uncharacteristically caring actions, tugging up his underwear and tucking himself in with a smug grin on his lips.

“It was pretty good,” you say casually, sliding off the desk and pausing as your still-tingling core shifts, making you realize how tender you already are.

Bakugou rolls his eyes, handing you your costume from the floor. You snatch it out of his grasp condescendingly, glaring at him as you step into the leotard with quivering legs. “Pretty good?” he barks, eyeing your slow movements. “You’re still shaking, Princess.”

You shoot a glare at him, arms slipping into your costume and tucking your breasts away from his lingering eyes. “Fuck you.”

“You just did.” He replies smugly, and you ponder relieving the sudden urge you have to slap the look off his face.

“Whatever, Boom-Boy,” you quip, zipping up the side of your suit.

Bakugou chortles as he pulls on his shirt, fastening the loops around his thighs. “By the way,” he looks sideways at you with a smirk. “You came first, so I won.”

“You were, like, ten seconds behind me,” you scoff.

“After you, nonetheless,” he almost chirps, savoring in the irritation visibly building in you. He slips on his gloves, sliding his arms into his grenade-looking arm pieces. “Do I get a prize, Princess?”

You glance at his suggestive crimson eyes, pondering the idea of it. “You can choose the place next time,” you wink at him, clipping the belt on your waist with finality.

He seems pleased with the answer, his smirk widening as he steps closer to you. Your fingers pinch the bottom of his mask, dragging the material down to its correct location over his eyes. He shamelessly allows his gaze to rove over your body, recalling how tight and needy you’d been just minutes ago.

“Next time, I’m gonna make you beg,” he warns, opening the door and slipping through, seductive gaze locking with yours. “Can’t wait ‘til then, Y/H/N.”

And after that, working together became a whole lot easier.

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 haikyuu!! as dads (pt.1)

A/n: hello! starting off with a clean slate here yay! if some of the first few seem so short and the writing seems different, it’s because I wrote half of this like three days ago- anywways, requests are open btw!!

Summary: haikyuu characters as dads/domestic living. 

Pairings: Semi Eita, Bokuto Koutarou, Kuroo Tetsurou, Oikawa Toru, Kenma Kozume 

Warnings: some timeskip spoilers, fluff, parenting, angst (kinda) swearing (maybe), crack, all characters are aged up

Word count: 1.8k 

Part Two!

Semi Eita

- the serious sometimes scary looking dad, but other than that he’s a fluff ball

- he may look scary but he simply cannot punish them for anything 

- especially after they bonded over music, legit cannot do nothing wrong

- on the days he’s not working or with his bandmates, you can often find him with his twin daughters, teaching them how to use different musical instruments 

- okay, so your daughters are still pretty young, so they aren’t very good at using most instruments, but for Christmas you and Semi got them both a small set of drums, something easy

- it was very cute to come home from work to see your husband and daughters loudly practicing on the drums

- sure at first it gave you a blasting headache, but after a while you got used to it, and even jammed out with them when you had the time

- mainly just random sounds/beats coming from the two five year olds, but Semi doesn’t mind, he’s willing to teach them and he does proudly 

- if one of his daughters or both wants too

- definitely writes songs for his daughters and you

- i can see him writing lullaby’s for them and working on them for hours making sure they were perfect

- lets just say they were perfectly beautiful 

- because you went to high school together, the nickname “semi semi” stuck with you (thanks chicken tendo)

- but your girls will also cutely call him “semi semi”

- you often bring them to concerts despite semi saying it’s probably too loud for them

- he’ll let you sit safely with them back stage uwu

- after he runs back to you three and is bombarded with hugs, high-fives and kithes

- YOU’RE ALL SO PROUD OF HIM

Bokuto Koutarou

- bokuto is a hyper dad, which we all saw coming. there is no taking the child out of bo

- i feel like he’d want tons of kids, probably even uses his children as an excuse to act the way he does

- i can see him with a few kids, 3 to be exact (2 boys and 1 girl)

- he likes to be really involved with his children, and gets very sad/emo when he doesn’t see them for short/long periods of time

- for example, the Black Jackals is a whole different game field than high school volleyball and it’s much more time consuming and has him away a lot 

- when he does come home and has time off, let’s just say he clings to his children like a puppy

- even after a while THEY get sick of him and wanna ditch him, cue emo bo :(

- if his children gang up on him (which they do) cue emo Bo again :(

- he babies them all, can’t ever say no

- tends to go back on his word lmao

- if your oldest son begs and begs for season tickets to his favorite sports team? Bo KNOWS they can be expensive, and he was even scolded by you, but two hours after saying no, he runs back to his son and gives him the money 

- if your daughter wants to get her nails done with a group of friends, he knows she picks out the most expensive polishes, etc, BUT HE DOES NOT CARE, he will gladly give her the money and even go with her to get his nails done 

- yes, you heard me

- of course he’ll being chaperone for this girls day, he promises to pretend that he doesn’t know them and keep his distance (sit very far away lol), but after a little while its just hard to contain and he’s screaming to everyone in the salon that his daughter is sitting on the other side of the room eye- 

- your youngest son wants an expensive sports car? done

- he just wants to make his family happy, pleaseee

 Kuroo Tetsurou 

- poor Kuroo, he has 2 daughters and you, so he’s surrounded by girls lol 

- he actually doesn’t mind it tbh

- between you and his two daughters, he wouldn’t have it any other way

- just gives him an excuse to be overly protective

- anywhere in public, expect either kuroo holding your hand

- or holding his daughters close to him (piggy back rides, yes)

- or, he stands protectively behind you and your daughters while you talk to someone, sending them threatening glares behind your backs 

- he was shy as a child, so it wasn’t surprising when one of his daughters, the youngest, was very very shy

- he doesn’t mind once again, just gives him an excuse to be protective 

- although he’s busy, he always makes time for his girls ALWAYS

- definitely a bragger

- if his family is brought into a convo, he pridefully will express how cute and smart his daughters are, may or may not openly declare his daughters are the cutest amongst his co-workers children

- he’s mad intuitive and aware/observant

- kuroo always knows when one or both of his daughters are about to start crying/throw a fit

- cue dad kuroo prepared to crack funny chemistry and or science jokes

- his shy daughter finds him very funny, doubles over every time he cracks a joke and calls him a “silly rooster”

- even when she's older she still laughs and even copies his jokes

- but his other daughter just cringes, every time sigh

- when she was younger she used to fake the laughs, but when he started saying the jokes in public she just stopped reacting, hoping he would stop-

- he didn’t...

- i like to imagine kuroo and kenma staying friends even after high school, and since kenma has hella video games and a whole arcade in his house, he’ll often bring his daughters over to his house

- his eldest daughter loves it at uncle kenma’s house

- cue jealous rooster dad

Oikawa Toru 

- okay so oikawa is ALWAYS busy

- isn’t home much, except during off seasons or if he messes up his knee again (yes, it’ll happen) 

- in the event that he’s home due to a knee injury, he’ll wanna be catered too lmaooo

- he doesn’t expect his little girl to cater to him and really only teases you about it

- but his daughter will get him whatever he needs while he’s propped up on the couch

- she admires him so much

- his daughter kinda has a smart mouth-

- definitely got that from him, having picked up on it from a young age, while he was home

- when he was home once propped up with a messed up knee, she went “here dadkawa” as she handed him an ice pack

- he laughs at the nickname, asking you about where it came from later

“she was on call with hajime’s daughter yesterday... hajime asked how ‘poopykawa’ was doing”

- he just rolls his eyes, “at least he cleaned it up for her sake” you explained 

- will not lose the “kawa” part, so it’s dadkawa lol

- when he’s away, she’s always asking for dadkawa

- when he’s here they're inseparable

- morning breakfast now will be her sitting in his lap instead of yours

- she asks to watch cartoons with him instead of you :(

- bath time consists of her arguing with you as you try to wash her hair, while oikawa sits on the closed toilet seat laughing to himself

- “mommy i want dadkawa to wash my hair!”

- “you always whine that he gets soap in your eyes”

- “I don’t care!”

- when you bring your daughter to games, she’ll be cheering him on proudly, “mommy, look at dadkawa!” “GO DADKAWA!!!!”

- since he plays for the professional Argentine team, i figure you all live in Argentina now, traveling from Argentina and Japan was tiring, so you moved to be closer

- when the news approaches him after or before games, he makes sure to show his daughter off and the whole time it’s his daughter stealing the show

- she might be shy at first, but as long as dadkawa is holding her, she’s fine

- he’ll teach her Spanish, defiantly sings happy birthday to her in Spanish because it’s special

- he calls her his princesa (princess in spanish)

Kenma Kozume 

- if his child didn’t enjoy video games like him or any of his hobbies like volleyball, I feel like Kenma would have a hard time with them

- he loves his son yes, but he’d have a hard time interacting with him, especially if he’s not into video games or volleyball

- if he is though, you can often find the two in kenma’s home office, playing games

- when your son was a infant, you would always come home from being out/work to find your son sitting in his pj’s on kenma’s lap watching his dad play video games 

- “it’s late, ken. i see he’s already in his pj’s- did you already have dinner?” “yes”

- “without me?” you asked, lifting up your son to give his cheeks kisses. “there’s apple pie in the fridge.”

- eye-

- yes he fed your son that, yes he needs a little guidance, yes he needs to be told apple pie is NOT dinner

- on another occasion of coming home, you found your boys in the same spot, once again playing video games, your sons eyes drifting between the game and his father every time he muttered under his breath 

- “the screen is bad for your eyes kenma, and he’s just a baby! he’ll get bad eyes too!”

- kenma’s short answer is, “he won’t” 

- when your son got older, and he started getting into video games, it got harder for you to tear his eyes away from the screen

- he’s been around video games his whole life, so of course it’d be hard, you just didn’t think he’d grow attached 

- kenma leaves most of the strict parenting to you, because he LEGIT doesn’t NOT know what to say

- he’s lowkey afraid he’ll push his son away if he says the wrong thing, but he’s also worried that if he doesn't say anything, they’ll have no real relationship, so he struggles 

- he tries his hardest to bond with him over video games and volleyball though

- as said by your son, kenma’s cooking can’t compare to yours, BUT he does know how to make a yummy apple pie

- his son will help kenma with said apple pie, when he’s younger he was often the taste tester and made a mess every time

- kenma gets nervous in huge crowds and really around anyone he doesn’t know, so if his son is a social butterfly he’ll try to get kenma used to people other than himself and you

- somehow, during the rare moments his son has problems (friends, school etc), kenma will be the one to speak up privately

- he’ll definitely tell his son to surround himself with a good friend/good friends, he also makes sure to let him know the importance of quality over quantity 

- he has a brotherly relationship with kuroo, and if not for kuroo he’d be alone, he wants the same thing for his son

10.20.20, rayofsunas 

[judediangelo75]

Unpopular Opinion: A Selfish MC

Honestly, mainly my mutuals read my posts and I appreciate the likes and occasional reblog so here’s another unpopular opinion.

There’s a lot I can say here. So here it is:

MC should be more selfish.

Because really think about it here.

They came into this school with almost everyone expecting the worse of them because of their brother.

They’ve been targeted by a girl who looked like she felt threatened by us when they came here trying to mind our business.

Been breaking curses from the age of 12, even though the adults were telling us not to (and what have they been doing to stop these curses?).

They found the opportunity to find missing their brother and made it our goal to find him. FOR YEARS.

In the midst of this quest, we were still trying to enjoy the life of a student. Make friends, play Gobstones, go out for a Butterbeer, maybe date someone, learn magic...

They deal with their friend’s issues. Not saying this is completely bad. But again think about it: MC helps other people deal with their issues, but who really asks them about how they feel about EVERYTHING they’re going through. I’ll wait.

While I can’t really recall from the previous years, the one person who did was Bill before he graduated from Hogwarts in our fifth year. When MC was trying to cheer him up about graduating.

When he asked them about how they’re feeling, MC quickly deflected the issue.

Mind you, I can relate to this in real life. My feelings, thoughts and emotions would be on the back burner while I help others. And if our MC was able to truly project EMOTION, if s/he was force to confront how they really feel, it might be extreme. So they deflect the issue.

Especially after what happened in 5th year. Even AFTER what happened in the vault, our MC is still worrying about others and they are just rejecting us to our face as if we’re not already hurt.

Again think about it:

We’re rejected by Merula after all that’s happened, so for those who thought we’ll finally be friends with her, JC said “Sike, you thought.” Then goes on to say that she doesn’t need us.

“I told you I don’t need you, L/N...”

“And I still don’t.”

Ben, whose on a manhunt for Sickleworth, makes a comment implying that we’re obsessed with finding our brother.

MC: Why does my brother-- I mean the Niffler--keep disappearing on us?

Ben: And you think I’m the one obsessed, Y/N?

I’m not gonna lie, I was hot for a good second. For crying out loud, he LEFT us. All of them saw him leave.

Depending on what year your MC was born, they would’ve been 8 or 9 when he disappeared. By the time you find him, they would be 15 or 16. THAT’S SEVEN WHOLE YEARS! 

SEVEN YEARS THAT THEY WILL NEVER GET BACK. ALMOST 5 OF WHICH THEY SPENT TRYING TO FIND HIM! All of that for him to LEAVE???

When the whole reason why they dealt with the Curse Vaults was to find him!

Bro, in my eyes, MC is justified to feel this way. I don’t see it as an obsession, I see it was genuine hurt.

They were legit abandoned just after a short reunion. With no way to contact him until later in 6th year.

Depending on if you have a headcanon for your character in the game. Like their family dynamic, personality, attitudes and such: this may hurt WAY WORSE.

For example, my MC lost her dad just weeks after her brother disappeared. She has no real relationship with her mother, who favors her brother over her. Her and her brother were close when he was around. After her father died, she promised over his grave that she’ll find out what happened to him and hopefully bring him home. Then this shit happens.

She would’ve been heartbroken. To hear Ben say that would’ve pissed her off for a few seconds before trying to cool down.

Then 6th year rolls around and our MC is dealing with everyone’s BS and not their one.

Don’t get me started on Merula returning to her old ways and how Ben took on a new identity (personally, I don’t like new Ben. That’s the type of attitude that will cause you to misstep and get your ass seriously injured or killed), Penny and Beatrice’s sibling feud AND ANOTHER CURSE.

Again if I were to write my character how I want to, she would’ve cared way less. Even those with a ton of patience, lose it. 

I mean honestly how much shit does our character how to experience before they rightfully explode?

Like seriously. I’ve seen a scene where we have to duel our brother and then he leaves us (again). And Merula says this:

“You can’t seem to hold onto anyone anymore, can you, L/N?

GET. THE. FUCK. OUT OF HERE!

Yo, you can not tell me any different: That was fucked up to say. EXTREMELY FUCKED UP!

And she’s laughing as if this was joke. This is far from funny.

And yet our MC is still trying to reach out to her. WHY

Like at this point, let everyone do whatever they want. Let them fix their issues. Let them deal with their own problems how they choose to.

I much rather hang out with Rowan, Tonks, Barnaby, Andre (worse headache he could give me is my outfit choices), Charlie, Jae, Badeea (let me spend more time with this art queen, c’mon!), Liz, Diego (I’ll take his flirtations ANY DAY), Talbott (Let me spend more time with my husband), Chiara (my Healer sister for life) Fred, George and Cedric (Let me spend time with the cinnamon roll!).

Like every other unproblematic character in the game currently. I’ll even take Professor Snape and his sarcasm (that I grew to love).

My headcanon is that Judith would hide out in the Dark Forest in the Creature Forest or go to the Centaur Camp to get away from the unnecessary stressors at Hogwarts.

I don’t care if it looks like MC is “abandoning Hogwarts” when a curse is out on the loose.

MC didn’t really ask to be a Curse Breaker (if you decided that’s not a career they would take).

MC didn’t ask to be the protector of Hogwarts since they were 12 years old.

They aren’t getting any real thanks for anything that they do.

They can’t be a normal student. Even if they wanted to, everyone would probably be like “Why would you want to give up what you’re doing?”

I honestly wish we could be more selfish. I will never forget the outburst Rowan had in 5th year when they said we only call them or hang out with them when MC needs something.

THEY WEREN’T WRONG! We don’t hang out with our friends just to hang out. It’s always MC needs something or we’re helping a friend in the storyline. We don’t just chill to have fun like a normal student.

Which is bloody sad.

And MC has been told how they really haven’t been taking care of themselves.

For example, Hagrid in Year 4:

“If yeh say so, but I wish yeh’d take care of yerself as much as yeh take care o’ everyone else...”

Or even Dumbledore:

“I am concerned that you are neglecting your own well-being and needs.”

Like it’s literally right there, folks. Right. There.

Exposed. In only two lines.

I know Jam City will never let MC be selfish, even it was for a few chapters. But I wish they did.

This is why we create fandoms and our own headcanons.

Anyways, thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

[ninja-go-to-therapy]

Febuwhump 12: “Who Are You?”

This one was a doozy to write, but I’m pretty satisfied with how it came out!

Summary: on an adventure, Huey hits his head.

Trigger Warnings: none

1295 words

He woke up with a pounding headache. The rest of his body was in pain, too, but god, his head hurt so bad.

There were voices. Lots and lots of voices. Very loud ones, too.

“What happened?” he groaned. The moment the words left his mouth, all the voices went silent. He peaked his eyes open, relieved to find that it wasn’t bright. It was rather dark, actually. They were in… some kind of cave?

“Just a little adventuring accident,” an old man in a top hat said. “Are you alright, lad?”

He stared at the man for a moment, his brain blanking. Was he alright? Honestly, he didn’t feel much of anything. Other than pain. And confusion. Maybe he wasn’t alright.

“Maybe?” he said, taking his best guess. One thing that would definitely help him feel better seemed simple enough to figure out, though. “Um, not to sound rude, but… who are you guys?”

The group went dead silent, eyes wide.

“What?” the boy in blue shrieked.

“You mean you don’t remember?” the green-clad one added, nervously fiddling with the string of his hoodie.

“What do you remember?” the girl asked.

“I remember… um…” he furrowed his brow. “I don’t know.” That definitely wasn’t right. People were supposed to be able to remember things, weren’t they?

“Oh god,” the old man whispered. “Donald is going to kill me.” he straightened up, looking at… whoever he was supposed to be, who was still on the floor. “Tell me you remember who you are, laddie?”

“I’m…” he glanced down at his shirt, like it might be holding all the answers. “a guy with great taste in fashion?”

“Not at all!” the boy in the blue shirt wailed.

The girl pat him on the back gently in what seemed like an attempt to calm him down.

“You’re Huey,” the one in a hoodie said awkwardly.

Huey tested out the name in his mind, silently mouthing it to himself as if he’d forget it if he didn’t.

“I like it,” he announced after a moment. The others looked relieved, and he liked that too. The boy who had previously been so very distressed was beginning to calm down now, luckily.

“Are you guys twins?” he asked curiously.

The one in green froze, his beak falling open. “Triplets,” he finally said, his answer distant.

“Oh, cool. Is she the third one?” Huey asked, pointing to the girl.

The one in blue began to cry again, burying his face into the girl’s shoulder.

“You’re the third one,” she said, “I’m just… a friend.”

Huey laughed uncomfortably. “Are you sure? I think I’d remember if I was a triplet.” Not that he really remembered much of anything, but to think that it was possible that he was that close with someone and then just forgetting it was so incredibly unsettling. There was no way he was a triplet. He wouldn’t forget something like that.

Wordlessly, the boy in green pulled out a phone, sitting beside Huey and holding up the camera app so both of their faces were visible.

Huey’s eyes widened. They were perfectly identical. Minus the hairstyle and facial expression, at least. 

Which meant he really was the third one. Which meant he actually had forgotten about the people who he was no doubt closer to than anyone else in the world.

“Oh my god,” he whispered, tears pricking at his eyes. This was just too much. He couldn’t believe it, but the evidence was right in front of his face. He quickly wiped at his eyes, trying to pull himself together. “Um… what are your names?”

“Louie,” the one in green replied. “And, um… that’s Dewey. She’s Webby, our honorary sister. And this is our Great Uncle Scrooge.”

“Nice to… meet you? I guess?” he said, unsure of himself. 

“We can fill him in on the plane,” Scrooge said. “We’ve got to get you to a hospital, the treasure can wait.”

“Treasure?” Huey asked as the girl — er, Webby — helped him to his feet.

“I know you have a lot of questions,” Scrooge said. “And I swear we’ll answer all of them, but first we need to get you onto the plane. And then we’ll tell you everything you want to know.”

Huey sighed reluctantly. He wanted to know everything now, but he supposed it made sense why they had to wait. “Okay,” he mumbled, sighing.

As the people who Huey didn’t recognize (and that was so, so scary, because sure, it seemed pretty legit, the other two boys looked like him and everything, but he didn’t know them. He didn’t even know himself) led him down winding passages, his mind continued to reel.

His head really hurt, but that was the least of his worries. He didn’t remember putting on this shirt. Did he like this shirt? Was it one of his favorites? Or did he wear it today because he knew he’d be coming to this musty, gross old place?

Dewey (who was his brother), led him by the hand into a huge red cargo plane.

“That was fast,” a stranger sitting in the pilot’s seat commented.

Scrooge went over to talk to him quietly, while the kids showed him around the plane half-heartedly. 

He supposed he’d be pretty bummed too if his brother lost his memory.

Or… he probably would? He didn’t even know his brothers. But they seemed pretty worried about him, so maybe they had a good relationship? He hoped they did. They seemed nice.

As he settled into his seat, he removed his hat to see what it looked like, surprised to find a book underneath. How did he fit a whole book in his hat?

The others were watching him with bated breath.

“Uh…”

“You know what that is, don’t you?” Webby asked expectantly.

“It’s only the single most important material item to him ever,” Louie mumbled.

“I don’t recognize it,” Huey admitted, running his fingers over the cover. He focused on that instead of the disappointment he would probably face if he looked at them.

He wanted to remember, or at least to feel like he may have cared about this book, but he didn’t. None of this meant anything to him. Not the book, not the hat, not the people, not the plane. 

He was just a big empty slate.

“You really like it,” someone finally said. “It’s your favorite book ever.”

“I… see.”

“...don’t worry about it, Hue.”

Huey, despite the massive hole in his mind and the sad ache that came with the lack of recognition of the nickname, gave a tiny, grateful smile in return. 

He didn’t like how unfamiliar he was with everything. This plane scared him. It was huge, full of people he didn’t know. Full of things he didn’t know. 

He didn’t know anything anymore. It was terrifying.

He didn’t understand who his family was, or why they had been surrounded by death traps. The only inkling of a memory that he could dig up besides the ones he had from the last few minutes was… well, there had to be something.

He knew what a plane was. He understood, looking out the window, that they were flying above an ocean. He remembered water.

Water. Something about water gave the tiniest, tiniest tug on his brain. But no matter how hard he thought about it, nothing else would come to him. 

Until they got to a hospital, he would stay blank and empty. Even then, it would probably take a long time, if ever, for him to remember. He didn’t know how he knew that.

Maybe he had been smart before all this.

Frustrated, he curled in on himself, wishing he could just disappear. It would probably be better than this. 

[ryik-the-writer]

The Audacious Storybrooke Mirror Advice Columnist (Wednesday Paper Edition)

In which Lacey French is a smutty advice columnist for the Storybrooke Mirror.

Ch. 2: Gold discovers he sent Lacey the email

This took way too long guys, sorry!

A03

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When Mr. Augustine Gold opened his eyes he had a three-to-four second grace period before he remembered who he was and where he was before his body announced its condition.

And, as always after a night like last night, it started with a blinding, pounding headache, followed by a wave of nausea, and soon, the cold sweats.

Groaning pitifully, he pushed through the stars flashing before his eyes and slowly eased out of bed sideways, holding his head. The room was dark as a tomb, but he could see he was still wearing yesterday’s suit, abet a bit more rumpled. He’d even worn his shoes to bed.

He kicked them off, his body jolting in pain from the movement, and he felt for his cane, having to practically crawl across the floor to get it.

The little light that greeted him in the hallway felt like a snakebite to his senses, and he almost screamed when he cut on the bathroom light.

He turned on the cold water but could not bend over without his head killing him so he cupped his hands and splashed the cold water in his face.

His hands were shaking as he opened his medicine cabinet and crammed down two Alka-Seltzers, three aspirin and a Valium.

Now all he needed was an ice-cold beer and he might live.

He felt his way to the head of the stairs and wondered how the hell he was going to get down them in his state.

Then he heard Jefferson snoring from the living room and he immediately returned to the bathroom and drank water from the tap.

Now slightly stable, he removed his clothes, crawled into bed and jacked his electric blanket on high, quickly drifting off to sleep.

It was just after noon when he awoke again. Now his stomach was hot and burning, screaming for carbs. He quietly unlocked his door and made the careful trip into the living room.

Jefferson was gone, thank Gods, and Gold grabbed his phone and called in an order for two grilled cheese sandwiches, a large fries and, for the hell of it, a chocolate shake. He rolled his eyes when granny charged him double for delivery, obviously sensing his massive hangover and choosing to punish him from it.

He devoured the food in barely five minutes, feeling disgusted with himself for more than just his eating habits. He fell into such bad habits when he was falling off the deep end again, and boy had he fell.

It would be easy to blame it on Jefferson, his tacky business associate and friend on a good day.

Last night had not been a good day, but somehow still lead to Jefferson coming by for drinks as he tried to help him create an online portal for his tenants to pay their rent.

It would take out the need for him to run all over town on rent day, Jefferson had explained, and Gold half liked the idea of not having to soak his leg for a week straight, so he said fine.

The website was forgotten about as soon as the hat-making fiend found the good scotch, and frankly Gold couldn’t remember what he did after that.

His computer was still on in his study, Gold discovered when he wondered around his home, picking up the remnants of the night before. An unfolded blanket here, several crystal glasses there.

A blurry memory was tugging at his brain and demanding he sit at his desk.

He obeyed, only because his body still hadn’t recovered. The memory was becoming clearer. Jefferson’s chaotic laughter as Gold did … something. He was sending out an email to someone, and no doubt had received a response by now.

Gold rolled his eyes and waited for his email to load. No doubt he had sent a grueling message to the mayor, probably something immature that Jefferson had egged him to send.

He blinked and saw that he had no responses, so he went to his Sent emails. One look at the last one he sent and his stomach lurched harder than any amount of alcohol could warrant.

“No…no, no, no!” Gold panicked, her name alone heating him and draining him all at once.

Racy Lacey. Lacey French. His tenant and the target of his desires for well over three years now.

He dared read the contents of the email and started shouting. He was going to kill Jefferson and then himself!

He grabbed his cane and marched back to his room, throwing on his rumpled clothes back on. Damn a hangover.

He’d tear Jefferson’s head off first, he decided as he descended down the stairs.

Then he’d dip his entire body into a vat of acid and use his skeleton as a prop in his shop, he agreed as he opened the front door.

All thoughts left him when the piercing blue eyes he often dreamed about met his, and her curled up fist knocked him in the mouth.

“Whoa! Sorry!” Lacey apologized.

Gold rubbed his lip, staring at the girl that had his heart in a painful knot.

“Miss French,” he greeted, trying to lay on an air of sophistication despite his appearance. “What on earth are you doing here?”

Lacey gave him an incredulous look. She recognized a hangover anywhere, and this one, judging by the tint of green to his skin was pretty bad.

She managed to keep from laughing and remain serious. After all, she was here to figure out if he really meant in his email, among other things.

Cruella had suggested she “jump his bones” at a hastily set up breakfast between them the morning after she had gotten the email.

She hadn’t revealed the name of her current admirer, just the text of it.

It could have been Leroy Miner for all she cared.

“This one looks serious, darling,” her equally lewd co-work had pointed out as she snuck a dose of Kahlúa into her coffee. “If you don’t grab him, I will.”

Cruella would need a whole cabinet of the stuff if she knew her “admirer’s” true identity.

A look over at Mr. Gold didn’t quite turn her on. Mind you, the rumpled look was indeed alluring, and the shadow of facial hair and mused hair had its own appeal.

But she wasn’t her to gander at her landlord, she was here to set him straight and bury this whole thing, no matter how it ended.

She held up a printout of the email he had written and watched as his mightier-than-though look quickly faded.

“You’ve got quite the talent,” Lacey said. “Though it’s a bit Harlequinn for my taste.”

“Did you come all the way here to insult me,” Gold growled. The email may have been a drunken spur, but he had meant every word he said. He did find her attractive, but that didn’t mean he was going to let her say whatever she wanted to him.

“Not at all,” Lacey returned. “I just wanted to know … well … what are we going to do about this?”

If Gold had more courage—or at least if he were les sober than he was now—he would tell her exactly what he wanted to do about this blunder. However, he was hungover and still in his bathrobe of all things and far from confident.

“Nothing,” he said, grabbing the email from her. “Forget about it and have your rent on time this month.”

Before he could slam the door and push her out of her life, her heeled shoe divided his door and the glare in her striking blue eyes threatened to do the same to him.

“Are you bloody kidding me?” she hissed, a bit loud.

“Miss French, control yourself,” he warned, sure he heard one of his neighbors doors open.

“I am in complete control, you wanker,” she shouted. “You’re the one that caused all of this.”

Gold fought the flush creeping up his neck.

Lacey crumpled the email in her hand, sick of this nonsense already. “Whatever, like I’d want to be seen with the likes of you.”

Gold scoffed, solidifying his hurt. “Same to you, dearie, Gods only know what you have at this point.”

Lacey paused and stared at him, the blush on her cheeks from embarrassment.

Gold shut his mouth. Why the hell did he say that? He didn’t mean a word of it! Not to her, never to her.

Lacey turned on her heel before he could say anything, and he almost went after her, but there were spectators watching them from their porches, and he only had the courage to slink back into his living room.

Lacey clawed at her face as she stalked back to the office, Gold’s email still curled up in her hand. She wouldn’t cry over him. Lacey French did not cry over men, though she could occasionally get them to cry over her.

The Mirror was mostly empty due to the lunch hour and Lacey allowed herself to stew in anger without having to explain herself.

She was grateful for the hum of her old computer through the silence. It was a comfortable familiarity. Many people hated their day-to-day jobs or even just lasted long enough to get their paychecks and leave.

Lacey legit liked her job. She didn’t live to work by any means, but she loved her role in creating the little glorified newsletter they pushed out every other day, like that people read and liked what she wrote and came back for more each week.

She liked the admiration and the scrutiny in all forms it came as. It made her life an adventure.

And currently her adventure had reached a stalemate.

Mr. Gold was an obstacle she could cross easily, but Mayor Regina fucking Mills was not.

The woman controlled the town, and one word from her would get her cast out.

Lacey felt sick as she logged into her account and gazed over the subject lines of her email.

All of these were too delicious damn it! How the hell was she supposed to keep this clean!

She threw her head back with a groan. All of these were too delicious! She was finished if she didn’t have something in by Friday.

She turned her head onto her cheek, glaring at the crumpled up email she wished she had thrown at Mr. Gold’s head. She picked at the ball until it unfolded to reveal its contents.

She reread it again, ignoring the little twist in her belly at the words.

Gold had a way with them, she’d give him that. She was sure he had the ability to woo a few women once upon a time.

Lacey lifted her head and scanned over the note again, an idea coming to her.

Gold wrote her a mesmerizing, flattering letter. Sultry, yes, but a few tweaks could have fixed that.

She wondered, what other words did Mr. Gold have under his belt, and just how well could he use them?

[darawonplease]

✵ ch.3 – blackout.

「 ☽ Ian's POV」

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「 Ian, you’ve hid in your apartment for a week now, are  you alright?」

「 Dude, we need you at the studio」

「 I’ll get your lazy ass myself, I fucking swear」

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I scrolled through the DPR group chat out of pure boredom, nothing more.

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“450 missed messages, huh?”.

Quite a rare scenario, I was the person who usually spammed nonstop in our group chat, bothering the others.

I threw the phone over the coffee table in front of the leather couch where my body was laying, restless, completely drained. Like a stalled car I was stuck there, my limbs dangling down, almost touching the ground.

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The sun splashing into a bundle of warm colors was a view I enjoyed quite a lot from my living room’s large windows. I almost refused to acknowledge how stunning that was just to keep lurking in the darkness, tucked away from any worry.

Defeat left such a bitter taste in my mouth. Our label was going through some rough times and I had abandoned the ship and retired in the comfort of my home for the time being.

I had felt strange ever since Chaerin left for LA. An eerie feeling stalked me each and every step I took, not allowing me any peace.

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I looked over my shoulder, my home was completely trashed. Plastic bottles and takeaway boxes were scattered on the floor, my bed undone, all of the surfaces covered in dirty clothes, used glasses. A crack house would’ve been 10 times more hospitable than my apartment.

Maybe it was Chae’s sudden departure or maybe I was just exhausted by the useless amount of editing I did for some - now cancelled - DPR projects. A lethal mix of both certainly put me at my knees when it came to my psychological and physical health.

Overworking was my way to keep my mind busy and forcefully kick out any thought regarding her absence. It worked for a while until that day. The blackout.

I could sense a growing tension that took over me the moment I got into a fight with Dabin.

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I couldn’t believe I had let myself get into those conditions. I was forced to contain my rage and melancholy inside the walls of my house; it was the only way to protect the people around me from my mood swings and irritability and, ultimately rest for a bit. I felt like shit.

With the last ounce of strength in me, I dragged my body over to the bathroom.

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The mirror’s image told me that wasn’t me. That wasn’t Ian. Ian wouldn’t go into hiding in times of need. Ian wouldn’t get into violent fights. He wouldn’t disrespect his friends. That was the worst version of Ian. The scruffy looking hair, the unshaven face, the deep dark under eyes sitting under those dim eyes, the healing bruises on the cheek. I despised what I saw.

weak.

A deep voice started echoing in my head suddenly.

you’re pathetic.

fucking look at yourself.

you look like shit.

I firmly held my head between my hands, my brain felt like imploding in that instant. My hands started trembling out of control. I watched them twitch like crazy, completely powerless over them.

The more I tried to make up the details of my face in the reflection, the blurrier the vision in front of me became.

“Fuck… not again”.

✵

I woke up, strangled by the warmth of my dirty sheets. The stank of cigarettes and whisky choke me, almost making me gag.

“I need to change these”. I immediately thought to myself as I shoved them away from my body.

That persistent headache finally ceased to bother me; its intensity was nothing compared to the one I had the night before.

I slowly turned my head to the right, the blinds cut through the sunlight, just letting a couple of rays penetrate in the dark room as the day was breaking in.

I followed one of the gleams until it hit on tan bare skin.  Someone was lying on the other side of my bed.

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“Wh-“.

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A woman with platinum hair cascading on her pale face was still fast asleep beside me.  

I flinched at the sight of her unfamiliar features and covered my mouth to prevent myself from waking her up.

“Who is this person?” - I thought to myself, as I panicked to get out of bed. I needed to wrap my head around what was happening.

I desperately tried to cling onto the blurry, fleeting memories that vanished in the distance the more I tried to recall them. That now familiar feeling of loss slowly ate away every bit of my sanity.

how did this person end up in my house?

and in my bedroom?

did we…?

I wasn’t one who would hook up with random people. I just wasn’t that type of person.

I was definitely too old for that stuff and yet- a naked woman I didn’t recognize was in my bed.

I just couldn’t resolve the mystery as to where I had possibly met her, I could swear I didn’t step out of my house all week for the fear of hurting someone else. No matter how hard I tried to put together the clues around me, the puzzle was missing too many pieces.

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maybe she just walked to my place.

what if I downloaded a dating app?

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I frantically looked for my phone under the pillows, the bedsheets, in the drawers of the nightstand. With my face squished against the cold floor I scanned under the bed only to find a pile of random clothes that I then started to go through.

bingo.

There it was, buried under the mountain of dirty garments. I immediately searched for any dating app or messages on my phone to confirm my theory and prove myself I wasn’t actually crazy but to no avail. Of that sort of thing, not a trace.

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“Good morning”.

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The woman wrapped her arms around me and whispered in my ear with her raspy morning voice.

I froze in place, my mind going completely blank. Having that huge blackout of events didn’t give me any peace but It wasn’t the time to play detective. I had a complete stranger in my bedroom.

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“G-good morning”. I forced myself to greet her with a confused smile.

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She kneeled to get her stuff from the pile of clothes that stood up at my feet and started dressing up. I immediately turned around in shame at the sight of her naked body, my ears were burning red.

“Why are you so shy all of a sudden, oppa?”.

✵

“Come on, don’t be shy oppa!”.

Chae gently pushed a bowl of rice towards the other side of the table, where I was sitting.

“Just eat to your heart’s content”. She flashed her usual bright smile.

“If I'll find myself at the hospital for food intoxication, I will make your name Chae”.

I pointed at the chef with the spoon in my hand and chuckled, I just loved teasing her.

“Don’t be ungrateful and just eat, will ya?”. She pretended to be offended, crossing her arms and such. It was so obvious that she was anxiously waiting for my critique.

Without further ado I picked a spoonful of fried rice and started munching with no particular expectations. Not because I expected her to be a bad cook, I just didn’t want to put my expectations too high only to be left disappointed.

An explosion of flavors mixed and popped in my mouth. The aroma brought me back to when I was a child and my mom used to cook me a simple fried rice dish before leaving to work. Chae’s cooking felt like home.

I slowly nodded my head in satisfaction and licked my lips.

“It’s… meh-…alright”. I teased her again.

“Alright?! Spit what you ate, this instant!”. Chae threatened me with the wooden spoon she just picked up from the table to hit me on the arm.

“CHAE, OUCH, IT HURTS” - I hurriedly took another spoonful and immediately stood up from my seat, fleeing toward the hallway of her apartment.

“COME BACK YOU IDIOT!”. She chuckled.

✵

The annoyingly loud sound of the intercom made me snap back to reality.

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“Hello? You okay? Someone is outside the door”.

The platinum-haired girl waved her hand in front of me to make sure I was listening to her, which I wasn’t until that moment.

I shook my head and sprinted towards the door.

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“Come on man, don’t make me buzz for other 5 minutes”. I heard Scott’s stern, yet familiar voice.

I opened the door to find him and Cream on my doorstep, a dead-serious expression plastered on both of their faces. They made their way into my apartment before I could say anything.

“Wait guys I-“.

“Dude, you look like shit”, Cream exhorted, putting his hands at his sides.

Scott looked around my living room, his expression was distorted by a mix of disgust and disappointment as if he walked into a true crime scene.

“What’s up with this Ian? When did you start to smoke legit cigarettes?”.

“Me? You know I don’t smo-“.

He picked an ashtray stacked with cigarette butts from the coffee table and looked back at me with frustration.

“Where does that come from…?”, I muttered under my breath, surprised by the presence of that object in my home.

Cream carefully walked towards the kitchen, almost stumbling in some empty beer cans, “This is so depressing man”, He inspected the empty bottle of what looked like Jack Daniel’s on the messy kitchen counter.

“When did I drink that? Wait guys- “.

“Whoa Ian, are you not going to introduce us to your girl?”.

I widened my eyes at the sight of her; I had forgotten about the stranger in my bedroom for a hot minute.

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“She’s…”.

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 A drip of cold sweat dribbled down my forehead as I panicked to recall that person’s name; my mind could only crash into a blank wall.

I paused for an awful lot of time until she interrupted me.

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“The nerve! How come you can’t even remember my name? After last night…You know what Mito? You’re a jerk”.

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“W-what?...”.

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An explosion of pain spread in my left cheek as she slapped me. She then marched directly out of the door, showing me her middle finger as I held my face in agony.

“Man…”, Scott sighed, “I see you’ve been keeping yourself busy lately…”. He pushed aside the stuff occupying the seating surface of the couch and made space for himself.

“Did she just call you? Mito? Ian? Are you into role-playing?”, Cream asked letting out a small laugh.

“Into what?...”.

 “Nevermind”. He heaved a deep sigh and slowly walked towards me, avoiding the trash on the floor like an obstacle course.

I just kept silent. I couldn’t throw a fit again just because I was so burned that I had a complete blackout. I just couldn’t.

“We left you alone for just a week and you managed to turn your pretty apartment into a dumpster”.

“y-yeah…”.

“And the girl? You never told me about that pretty blonde girl, did you? Ian you rascal”. Cream grinned, with a proud smile.

“I- I met her recently I guess…”. I lied, not knowing how to justify myself.

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Pushing onto his thighs for support, Scott stood up from his seat, “Ian… I know It’s not the best of times for us right now… but hang in there, okay? We’ll get on our feet soon, we do need you though”, He shook my shoulders to make sure I listened to him.

“Yeah sure…”. I just kept nodding.

“You still haven’t talked with Dabin, did you?”.

“I haven’t”. I looked down at the mess in the living room, attempting to avoid his inquisitorial gaze.

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A raw and unfamiliar beat started playing out of the blue, interrupting Scott’s soon to be scolding.

“Look Scott, Ian actually worked on something”. He redirected his attention towards me with a satisfied smile on his lips.

Scott raised his eyebrow and looked over the laptop, “Have you?”, his eyes went back to me.

“This? No-”

The strained vocals on the track suddenly became an unsettling background to the messed-up scenario.

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again?

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 Scott’s scrutinizing gaze felt like a heavy blanket over my body. I could sense the abrupt change of atmosphere, the growing distance between the two of us, the distrust.

“Well, that’s your voice Ian. If not you, who did?”, he smacked his lips.

Cream kept looking around my laptop, “This demo is very aggressive, it’s quite unlike you”, he exhorted.

“I-”.

“I like it, It has character, It’s something different from what you usually write”.

I dashed towards the computer to verify myself.

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 「 maybeittookover.m4a」 

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“It happened again huh…”. I murmured under my breath. That was the second time an unknown track appeared on my desktop out of the blue.

“Ian? Are you ok? You’re spacing out- like a lot”, Cream tilted his head at me, “Wait, are you high?”.

“N-no, I’m just really really really tired, that’s all…”.

Scott took a short trip to the bathroom only to throw a towel on my head.

“Wash up, we’re taking you to get a breath of fresh air”.

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[thecursedhellblazer]

At the Edge of Nowhere

(( So, guess who went ahead and scratched that crazy itch I got yesterday? Yep, Scotty did. It turned in a small fic instead of a drabble, since apparently I had more to play out than I initially thought, but...here it is. I took the chance to experiment a bit with the writing style too, while I was at it, ‘cause...why not? ))

(( I’m not really sure of where the idea came from, I just really wanted them to have interact, somehow, without inventing something too complicated. And this was the result. Also, it doesn’t mean that I won’t try to shove Five into John’s universe or vice versa at some point, but for now I’m good with this xD ))

(( Sharing just in case anyone is in the mood for some random oddity! ))

(( I even posted in on Ao3 if anyone wants to have a look at it there! ^^” ))

They sit side by side, watching the eternal sunset of Eternity stretching before them, swinging their feet past the edge of the Abyss, unfazed by the danger of its depths. The darkness seems to be threatening to suck them down, condemning them to an endless fall, and yet they pay it no mind, each of them far too interested in sipping and enjoying his drink.

The silence floods past them, over them, through them, carrying the whispers of their lives. However, for this ephemeral moment, they are given the almost unique chance to ignore them. It’s a rare gift, one that deserved to be savoured, like a fine well-aged vintage. Like the ambrosia that the ancient gods, legit and false, so much have lauded.

And so they sit, the Boy and the Fool, side by side, on the edge of the Abyss.

The atmosphere is almost companionable, as much as it can be when shared by two strangers who carry with them too much baggage. A past and a present that are too dark, too painful. There’s as much kinship and understanding between them as there’s mistrust.

They let the quietness linger for a while, listening only to the taste of the alcohol that coats their tongues, knowing that the stasis won’t last. Neither of them is good at keeping his mouth shut when something is making their skin itch.

“Th’ ‘ell ‘s a lad like yeh doin’ in such a place?” The Fool finally asks, turning his eyes away from the magnetic horizon and landing them on his unlikely companion.

The Boy scoffs. Why is it always the same old story with everyone he meets? “I’d watch my fucking tongue if I were you, young man,” he shoots back, with a withering look. “I’m far older than I look. And I’m older than you for sure.”

A half laugh rises with a small cloud of smoke, but it dies in the matter of seconds as the seriousness of those declarations settles in.

“Blimey. Yeh ain’t pullin’ me leg, are yeh? ‘Ow old are yeh s’posed to be den, mate?”

“Do I look like I’m kidding? Trust me, mate, I’m not. I’m fifty-eight. And I’m stuck in the body of a thirteen-years-old. There’s nothing funny about it.”

“Bloody ‘Ell. Fifty-eight n’ still a lad? Tha’s...insane. I dun envy yeh. Nay.”

The Fool shakes his head, but, despite the lingering astonishment, there is a glint of amusement in his eyes. “Tell us, tho. Woh’s yeh secret? I gots me diabolical trick to slow down agin’ n’ all, but it obviously ain’t workin’ as well as yehs.”

“I got stuck in the future for forty-five years and, when I finally figured out the equation to go back to my time, I missed a typo and...this is the result.”

“Soddin’ math. ‘S one o’ th’ bloody reasons why I ne’er managed to get alchemy rite. T’in’s keep blowin’ up in me face.”

“Sodding math indeed. Cheers.”

“Cheers.”

They clink their glasses together and go back staring at the frozen skyline. Two sets of blue eyes. Different shades of the iris, similar heaviness burdening them.

The Boy steers his drink with his straw, lips pursing pensively. “Speaking of things that suck, what is this place exactly? Am I dreaming? Or did I accidentally take some of my brother’s drugs and this is like the most boring trip in history?”

The Fool scoffs. “Gonna pretend tha’ yeh didn’t jus’ insult me too, together wit’ dis soddin’ place.”

His gaze wanders for a split moment, touching their motionless surroundings. “Ah, I dunno, mate. Could be yeh dream, aye. Could be mine. Or maybe we bot’ stepped inside another real wit’out noticin’ n’ ‘ere we are. Wouldn’t be th’ first time for me. Won’t be th’ last either.”

“I’ve never been in another world. I’ve travelled through time, maybe a bit too much, and I’ve rushed through the fabric of space but this…” The Boy waves his free hand. “This is new. It’s easier to think of it as a dream, so I’d go with that, if you don’t mind. The last thing I need is another headache.”

“Wohe’er works wit’ yeh, mate. I get it. At times, ‘s be’er pretendin’ life ain’t real. ‘S good for yeh mental sanity. Even if yeh got none left.”

The Fool takes yet another drag from his cigarette. Curiously enough, it doesn’t seem to be shortening, even if the ash falls down on his trench coat.

“One t’in’ I can tell yeh ‘bout dis place, tho. It ain’t somewhere e’eryone can visit. Yeh gotta carry some serious shite wit’ yeh to ‘ave stumbled in ‘ere. Do yeh?”

The Boy shrugs. “Maybe? I kept pushing and pushing, even after my father had told me not to and I ended up after the End of the world. I heard the bastard’s voice echoing in my head for the past forty-five years.” He makes his voice thicker for a moment. “I told you so, boy. I told you so. Asshole.”

A long sip from his drink, as if he is trying to wash away that intrusive voice from his ears, before he continues.

“I worked for this organisation that monitors the timeline for a while as a trained assassin. They made me into the perfect killer, a tool for their plans. I had my goals, though, since the start. I took their deal just so that I could go back to try to stop the Apocalypse and save my family. We ended up breakin the world anyway, so I dragged them all back in time to try again. Of course, all that shit followed us. Because it’s never that easy, is it?”

The Fool nods and the Boy can tell that his companion knows that sort of feeling far too well. It’s nice to be fully understood, for once. Even if the understanding comes from a nameless stranger he’ll probably never see again. Assuming that their meeting is truly happening in the first place.

“So...We saved the world this time but broke the timeline. And now my childhood home is gone and me and my siblings are stuck in a timeline that holds no place for us anymore. I’m still trying to figure out how that’s supposed to work. Oh, and that bastard of my adoptive father is hunting us down using the kids he adopted in our place. It’s a real mess.”

There’s bitterness colouring his voice, the embers of a fight that’s too stubborn to die just yet, but the exhaustion is stronger.

“Though, between you and me...All I really want is a decent nap and a dozen more drinks. Maybe get a dog too. Not necessarily in that order.”

The straw produces a light slurping sound as he takes the next sip. “What’s your story? You must have one too, since you’re here...wherever here is.”

The Fool tips his head, in a sign of acknowledgement. No comments follow the tale, and there’s no real need for them there, out of time and space.

“Grew up in me own particular version o’ ‘Ell. Me oul man was th’ fuckin’ opposite o’ ‘father o’ th’ year’...So, I ran in my teen years, still thinkin’ I coulda owned th’ world. Stuck me nose in e’ery bloody t’in’ tha’ was magic n’ occult. One nite I got too cocky and damned an innocent girl to Hell. Earned a bloody place wit’ me name down there too in the process.”

The voice that spells out the words is casual, but there’s something haunted in his expression, darkening his eyes.

“Spent all me life tryin' to make up for tha’ bloody mistake. Ended up messin up meself and most o’ me mates n’ th’ people who ‘ad th’ ‘orrible o’ puttin’ their faith in me as a result. Girl’s still in ‘Ell, th’ bloody Devil ‘imself gots an eternal grudge against me, I gots demon blood in me veins n’ me soz arse ‘s still damned. I might not be a professional like yeh, but I bet I gots jus’ as much blood on me ‘ands. N’ even more souls on me conscience.”

The ice clinks against the transparent walls as the glass is lifted. More sourness to wipe away the one that the words have left on his tongue.

“Nowadays, ‘s mostly me, meself n’ I. Me best mate, too, from time to time. No clue o’ ‘ow he survived bein’ by me side for so long. ‘M still tryin’ to make t’in’s rite, but...for th’ most I jus’ try to be there to do th’ bloody dirty job no self-appointed ‘ero gots th’ time to do. I might be lost, past th’ point o’ no return, but there are lots o’ people out there who aren’t yet. Th’ fuckin’ least I can do ‘s tryin’ to ‘elp ‘em, aye? Make dis soz existence o’ mine wort’ more than misery n’ destruction.”

A drag from his cigarette and there’s a small hand landing on his shoulder, in a brief pat, before he has finished sucking the smoke in. The light pressure says more than a thousand words could.

“Between you and me, tho...I could use a dozen drinks too. Maybe more. N’ a bloody vacation. To sod off somewhere, even for jus’ a day. Maybe take me best mate n’ dis other lad I know. Oh, he could use a break too, th’ poor sod.”

The Boy makes a sound of agreement and he is back stirring his drink. “What a pair we make, you and I. And I don’t even know you.”

“I ‘ear tha’ loud n’ clear, mate. Bloody loud n’ bloody clear. Woh’s tha’ yeh drinkin’ anyway?”

“What? You ne’er seen a margarita? Where the hell are you from? England or Mars? Come on, try it.”

“Oi, I know woh a fuckin’ margarita is, oul man. Yehs jus’ a bit...flashier than woh ‘m used to.”

“Special recipe. I perfected it myself.”

“Now, tha’s more like it. I like a bloke who can make ‘is own drinks. There. Yeh like g n’ t?”

The glasses pass from one hand to another and then they both turn to look back at the unchanged horizon, holding each other’s drink.

A moment to sniff the liquors, in unison, and then the Boy dips his lips in the clear spirit while the Fool wraps his mouth around the straw. The tastes mix in the silence and it’s a symphony of citrus and sourness, with just the right amount of sweetness coming at the end.

“So, what happens now?” The Boy asks, after a moment.

The Fool shrugs. “Ah, I guess we wait till all dis fades. Or till we do. ‘S always ‘ard to tell when it comes to dis sort o’ shite.”

A huffs, with the faintest hint of irritation. “For someone who’s supposed to know a lot about this stuff, you give the worst cryptic answers. I can’t tell if you’re that ignorant or if you’re just fucking with me.”

A nudge in a smaller, slender side and a sharp smirk. “Who knows, mate. Yeh guess ‘s as good as mine. Keep th’ drink. I gots more back where I come from. Consider it a safe trip back home present. I’ll keep yehs as a reminder.”

“A present from a guy I never truly met? And a reminder of something we didn’t even speak about?”

“Nay. Jus’ th’ memory o’ some peace n’ quiet in decent company.”

“Fair enough. I can drink to that.”

[lady-olive-oil]

So Into You: Chapter 2

A/N: Here we go for chapter 2! This one part is a little early, but works with the rest of the story and how it follows. Let me know if you’d like to included in the tag list!

Warnings: light sexual themes

Word Count: 2,457 [snapped!]

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________ Roxie’s POV Shooting days. I never got the hang of these, even though I’ve been doing it for years, it still feels surreal. Day in and day out of constant shootings, re-shoots and 15 min naps. Life as an actor never gets old.

When we completed the ceremony scene for the movie, Married at First Sight, I had to take in the sight of me in a wedding dress. I felt like royalty, a queen even. The ivory lace against my rich mocha skin, shined with an ethereal glow. It made me put ideas into perspective about wanting to get married.

It was a flashback scene that only lasted for 10-15 minutes. It was hard to put on, but it is so nice to admire each time.

“Man, if only this was real.” I murmured to myself, thinking I was the only one in the room, but I wasn’t alone.

“Gorgeous as always. Someday it will be real, whomever the lucky guy is. He’ll be gaining a true diamond.” Chris spoke softly, holding my shoulders gently as he held my gaze in the mirror.

“Whomever I marry will be gaining you as a friend too. You ain't going anywhere Evans.” 

I hope if I have the courage, I’ll express how I feel about him. It’s beginning to get harder than ever and I don’t know if I can just be his friend at this point and time.

Chris’ POV

She looked amazing. Not just amazing but nothing short of a goddess. The more I think about how much I love her, like really legit love my best friend but I can’t seem to shake this feeling. 

I was in deep thought. ‘If only this was real.’

“You ain’t going anywhere either Alexander. I’ll make sure of that.” Sharing an empathetic smile with her, we both knew that we’d probably be with people who wouldn’t truly love us, as we did with each other.

“Alright Alexander, let’s go. We gotta get ready for our next scene. The dreaded argument scene of a married couple.”

“Lord help us with whomever we marry, because we’ll have all the practice in the world.” She remarks behind the changing curtain. Once she was done, we headed back to set did the next scene.

I nodded in agreement, walking side by side with her as our arms were linked. “We’ll be too good on practice for it, holding our own. Standing our ground.”

“You already have good practice now. Seeing as though, by what you tell me, you and Delilah argue like starving hyenas.” 

She had a point there. Delilah and I have not seen eye to eye lately, and it’s been taking a toll on me. Physically and mentally, even more so spiritually. If that takes into account.

“Arguing with her is like a never ending battle.” 

“Much worse than fighting Thanos?”

The chuckle that escaped my lips, and the full on clenching of my stomach, proved I haven't laughed this hard in a while.

“Much worse than fighting Thanos.” Times like this were what I had dreamed of. Just me and my best friend, enjoying the day. 

As the scene went on for the fight, which took everything in me to not cry, I never wanted to even think about a relationship fight with her to come to surface. It shook me to my very core, to even think that something that momentous could ever happen. 

Upon taking a break with the cast and crew, I heard a high pitched tone call out my name.

“Christopher. Hi baby.” Delilah kisses my cheek and sat on my lap, as I glanced over at Roxie who was glaring daggers in back of Delilah’s head. This wasn’t going to be good. 

Roxie murmured slightly, just loud enough for everyone in the vicinity to hear. “Delilah.” 

“Ronnie.” She rolled her eyes, as I peeped how hard Roxie sucked her teeth. It was only a matter of time before shit hit the fan. 

The way she looked at Delilah, could put the fear in anyone. 

“It’s Roxanne to you. What are you doing here anyway?” 

“I’m here for my man. What’s it to ya?” The way she smacked her gum was irritating. She was controlling in certain situations that I had no control over at all; she demanded I’d call her a lot and just be all in my business. 

“This is a closed set. Why are you here?” 

“I’ve been here and there. Buying commercial properties and flipping them. I get around you know.” She flipped her hair, which hit me in the face. As I rubbed my eyes, I heard what Roxie muttered and busted into hysterics. 

“I bet you do.” Roxie smirked, while heading back to the set to go over the scene again. 

“Chris get her. She’s demeaning me!” 

“No can do Lilah. Sorry, but you have to go home babe.” Placing a gentle kiss upon her head, she groaned in annoyance. 

The was a questioning tone in her voice. “Fine. I’ll see you at home then?”

“Actually I was gonna spend the night at Roxie’s, cause the Endgame premier is tomorrow. It’s tradition for premiers, sweetie. You should know that by now.” I knew she didn’t want to hear it by the way she walked away from me. 

I knew I wasn’t going anywhere with arguing with her. Every other night we’re arguing, even though I put her first most of the time. It’s like pulling a wisdom tooth with her, it hurts but it’s gotta get done. 

“Delilah!” I sighed calling after her, not wanting to add more stress to my day.“Let’s get this show on the road people!”

Roxie’s POV 

Within the next hour or so, rehearsals went on without a hitch or interruptions. The look on Chris’ face, from Delilah’s rude introduction, meant he really needed a break asap.

The drive back to my house was quiet and pleasant. With Chris asleep in the passenger seat, I had time to think about what all went down in the break room. Delilah really needed to step off and learn her boundaries, which she still didn’t grasp. Granted I am only his best friend and nothing more, yet I feel like we’re drifting apart every second of the day. 

Pulling into the driveway, I tapped his shoulder gently, shaking him slightly. “Chris. Hon wake up, we’re home.” 

“Hmm? Oh cool, I’m gonna shower first and head to bed. I’m exhausted and we have a bit day tomorrow.” He mumbles in the deepest sleepy voice I’ve ever heard. 

His tone sounded like a warm blanket on a rainy day, wrapped around me in a tight embrace. Telling me to not worry about anything else, just to focus on him and no one else. I snapped out of my daze and headed inside. 

“A-Alright, um do you want to take the guest room or share with me?” I asked, grabbing him a bathing and face towel. 

“I’ll take the guest room this time. I got a headache and I don’t want to bother you with it. I’ll catch you in the morning for our ritual.” Placing a gentle kiss on my head, I sighed gently taking in the moment as I watched him walk down the hall. 

“See ya bud.” Heading to my own bathroom, I focused more and more on his voice. 

in the shower, I closed my eyes and let my fingers do the work on my body and just take over. The orgasms came rushing as I gently called out his name, hoping he didn’t hear me at all. Getting dressed for bed, I had a silk nightie with matching shorts, I was ready for bed. Next thing I noticed, he was sitting on the edge of my bed, twiddling his thumbs in thought.

“Chris? Is everything ok?” I asked cautiously, standing by my dresser to lather my cocoa butter lotion on me. He looked like he was about to burst, but his breathing was normal. 

“Please tell me I’m dreaming.” He mumbled into his hands, then looked at me. 

I was hoping he didn’t hear me, I was clearly wrong. My breath caught in my throat, and he noticed. “Dreaming about what?” 

“I heard you moaning my name in the shower. I had finished before you, and was going to ask you where you moved the blankets. Until I heard you say my name and it uh did something.” I felt his breath on the back of my neck, as I pulled my hair up into a messy bun. The closer he got i felt the heat radiate off his body and onto my back. 

I faced him this time, my body ran cold. “Chris I didn’t mean to. I-I shouldn’t have been dreaming about you while I was taking a shower. Not that I haven’t thought of you before but- shit ok imma shut up.” 

I was more embarrassed than I thought I was and needed to hide. I tried to head to bed, but Chris had blocked my path by grasping my arms and pulling me closer to him. I must be the one dreaming this time cause he’s never been this close in an intimate setting. 

“What if I told you I have had, the same dreams about you too?” 

“Chris you can’t. You’re dating Delilah, I’m off and on with Carter. We can’t, and I don’t want to ruin our friendship because it will.” Part of me wanted to so damn bad. His lips looks so inviting it was uncanny, to not think about him. 

“I understand. But is that what you really want? Cause I know what I want.” He lifted my chin gently looking into my rich brown eyes with his elegant blue one's. 

“You do know Delilah and I are on and off too right? She doesn’t know that I’ve seen her with other dudes before.” 

“Chris why am I just now hearing about this? You have to dump her. Are you even in love with her?” 

I asked without missing a beat, caressing his face softly. I saw the eyes of a man who was hurting emotionally but couldn’t let the cause of his pain go. 

“Publicity. Her agent is in dire need of her image to be grand, so our agents met and it all went down from there. I haven’t been in love with her for the last year, the first year yeah but after that when she did you wrong at your birthday party. I couldn’t handle it anymore so I’m just in it for her sake. So to answer you question, no I’m not in love with her.” The further he explained, the more I understood. But I will be keeping my eye out for safety reasons, gotta guard my heart. 

“Then let me ask you another question.” 

“Go for it.” He rested his heart on mine, as we swayed from side to side. My hands locked around his neck, taking in the surroundings around us. 

“What I want is you. It’s always been you, I just hid them too well from you I guess. What do you want, Mr. Evans?” He lifted me up to wrap my legs around his waist, as he sat on my bed. I held his face again and sighed. 

“You. I want you, it’s always been you. But how are we doing to tell Carter and Delilah?” His lips grazed against mine, causing my heartbeat to rise.“How about we do a double date of sorts, day after the premier?” I bit my bottom lip, holding him against me as I traced the contours of his biceps, looking at the man I’ve been crushing on for years. I have to be dreaming because all of this is too good to be real. 

“Sounds like a plan. Now tell me again what you said earlier.” He pulled me closer to his body so I could feel what I was doing to him. The action alone caused me to groan out loud, and it made him bite his lower lip. 

“I said I want you. It’s..” I placed a kiss on his lips, “always..” and another “been..” and one more. “You.” 

He was blushing like a school boy. “If this is a dream, don’t wake me up.” 

“It’s not a dream Chris, this is very much real. But we need to take it slow. I don’t want to rush into this.” Rubbing my thumbs against his cheek, he bumped his nose with mine. 

“You and me, thick as thieves since we’ve been 3.”

“You mad corny.” I chucked airily. “But I like it. Now kiss me.”

“Ain’t gotta tell me twice.” He slammed his lips against mine, showing me all the love he’s been hiding for years on end into one searing kiss. The best kiss I’ve ever had in years. I felt his tongue tracing my bottom lip, granting him his wish of gliding it against mine. 

Lacing my fingers in his hair, I gripped on tight. I wanted him closer but kissing him was what we needed to start off with. His hands gripped my ass tight, causing a moan to escape from both of us, seeing as though I had moved my hips against him in reflex.

The feeling of his hands under my silk tank top, on my skin, made everything headed. My body was overheating; Chris moaned like a starving man in the Sahara desert, against my lips as I pushed him backwards onto the bed. He was gripping my hips, as I rolled them in tandem with the kiss. The teasing roll of my body on him, increased his breathing and his grip on my back this time around. 

I couldn’t help but hold his face in my hands, the feel of his beard in my hands, made my fantasy come alive. I’d hate to have him shave it cause I have yet to feel it on my thighs. Lord I needed this desperately, I could tell he needed this too. We both craved something better than what we had, and we got it. 

We broke the kiss and just stared into each other’s eyes, catching our breaths. “Damn.” All I could do was think about is this was going to transpire for us both. 

Moving to a more comfortable position, I rested my head on his chest and drift to sleep, to the sound of his rapid heartbeat, as we laid in my bed under the heavy royal blue duvet. His arms were wrapped around me securely. I could get used to this, but only time will tell. 

We both know that this was going to be an interesting journey and we were here for it. 

Prologue || MTC || Chapter 1

[purplesurveys]

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Is there a bus stop near your house?: No, buses don’t stop around my area and I only ever see them on EDSA, which is like the main highway of Metro Manila.

Do you prefer red wine or white wine?: I hate the shit out of wine but if I absolutely had to drink some, it has to be red. And it has to be more sweet than bitter.

What’s the last airport you were at? Why were you there?: NAIA. I’m literally at the Starbucks right across the airport right now because my mom is arriving from Hong Kong in an hour and I have to pick her up. 

Who do you live with?: I live with my family. That’s a mom, a dad, a brother, a sister, a cat, and a dog.

Do you read reddit? If so, how often and what subreddits do you like?: Yessssss all the time. I always browse through the Popular filter since it already compiles the best recent posts, but I’m a huge fan of the r/AmITheAsshole subreddit. People who turn out to be the assholes are hilaaaaarious.

Have you recently broken up with a significant other or even just a friend?: No. I ‘broke up’ with Aya as a friend when she was being abusive to Jo, but she’s since started working on getting better and has apologized to our friend group, so she’s back on my good side.

What’s the weather like today? Is it nice enough to go outside?: It’s 29ºC. I’m glad we’re not in the 30s, but I don’t appreciate how warm it still is.

Do you know anyone who’s had a baby recently?: As far as I know, no.

Have you used a pen or pencil today? What did you write down?: [continued from earlier because I had to pick my mom up lmao] Yes, I used a pen today. It was to write my name on a requirement that I needed to submit to complete my class.

What does your last text message say and who is it from?: "Can I call?” from my girlfriend.

Can you count how many times you’ve seen your favourite film?: Must be near a hundred. I talked about this in a recent survey but there was a time I watched Two for the Road everyday for like 2-3 months. I still make it a point to watch it several times a year. 

When was the last time you ate marshmallows?: I have no idea. I don’t like marshmallows; I’ve always hated the texture.

Do you listen to any podcasts? How do you listen to them?: Uhhh no, not really. If I REALLY REALLY like the guest, I’ll sometimes listen to Colt Cabana’s Art of Wrestling or Chris Jericho’s Talk is Jericho. But other than that, I’d rather watch YouTube videos.

How old will you be in the year 2030?: 32.

How often does the kettle in your house get used?: My mom never got one.

Does your skin bruise easily? Do you have any bruises right now? What from?: Yep, super. I don’t have a bruise right now but I do have a mysterious cut below my right knee. Have absolutely no idea where it came from, but apparently whatever cut it cut it deep and it hurts.

What was the last thing you spent $150 or more on?: I’ve never spent that amount of money on anything.

Do you prefer yes or no questions or more open-ended questions?: Open-ended. If I sense that a survey is becoming too yes-or-no I usually quit it halfway; it’s too boring.

What brand of toilet paper do you usually buy?: My mom buys the toiletries so I’m not aware of what brands she gets.

If I knocked on your door right now, would you be acceptable dressed?: Yes. I just got home and haven’t changed out of my jumpsuit.

Why did you leave your last job?: Never had one.

What colour were the last socks you wore?: It’s like a faded green.

Are you studying currently? What level of education and what do you study?: Yep! I’m an incoming senior in my BA in Journalism.

Have you ever eaten at a restaurant and left without paying?: No, that’s terrible.

What was the last thing that made you laugh out loud?: Probably something from Buzzfeed Unsolved cause I’ve been rewatching it lately.

What’s your favourite scent of air freshener?: Meh, I prefer the natural car smell. Scents make me dizzy.

How many weddings have you ever been to?: Four, I think. All of those when I was a kid; I haven’t been to a wedding since 2007.

Do you know anyone named Nora?: I don’t think so.

Are your hands and feet in good condition or could you do with a mani-pedi? My fingernails can be trimmed, but it’s not like a mess or anything. When was the last time you played a board game? What did you play?: We played a math version of Scrabble when we stayed over at Laurice’s house. I’ve never seen a game like it before lmfaaaaao it was so intense.

Have you ever been to a festival for beer or other type of alcohol?: Nope. I don’t think that would be my kind of scene, either.

Do you own a record player and/or vinyls?: I don’t have a record player so I don’t have vinyls.

When was the last time you went out for drinks?: Third week of May. Have you ever been to a strip club?: NO I really want to go to one though.

What’s your favourite kind of smoothie?: I don’t take smoothies.

Do you know anyone with a ‘virtue name’? (Google it): Hmm I don’t think so, but I know someone who wants to name their kid Prudence.

Would you ever wear real authentic leather?: Never.

Have you taken out the trash today?: Nope, I don’t do that around the house. How often do you wear make-up?: Very seldom. I had my face made up several times over the last few months because Kate sometimes gets bored and she’d want to give me a makeover, but other than that, I rarely get my face done for events.

What’s your opinion on The Simpsons?: I have a very soft spot for that episode where Homer sits on the hood of his car and looks at the stars after he separated from his mom. I don’t keep track of the rest of the show.

Do you prefer horizontal or vertical stripes?: Horizontal. I don’t think I’ve ever worn vertical ones before.

What’s your favourite brand of deodorant/antiperspirant?: I don’t have a favorite.

Do you know anyone who has been through a divorce?: No. We don’t have divorce in the Philippines. So it’s not because all the couples I know are staying strong – it’s literally because no one is allowed to divorce by law.

If you had the money, would you take taxis everywhere instead of driving?: No, taxi drivers can be creepy. I’d rather drive by myself.

Have you ever done a juice cleanse?: Nope. I don’t need it.

Do you have any friends who you can’t decide if they’re attractive or not?: HAHAHAHAHA WTF, that’s so messed up and such a shitty thing to do. Is the inside of your fridge clean right now or does it need a clean out?: It’s always clean. My mom doesn’t let any spot in the house go messy for long.

When was the last time you washed the dishes?: This morning before I left the house.

Are there any magazines that you read on a regular basis?: Nope, I haven’t read one in months.

Do you have to pay for parking in most places in the town/city you live in?: No, not in Antipolo. That’s why I love it here. Once I get to the city though we do have to pay for everything, yes.

What’s the first thing you tend to do when you have a headache?: Take a Biogesic. Takes it out immediately.

Tell me about your responsibilities at work.: I don’t have a legit job yet, but at my latest internship I did news monitoring, press releases, research, and made briefing forms for the media.

Can you hear lots of traffic from your house? Does it bother you?: No. I live in a gated subdivision so it is very quiet here. Have you ever had proper Canadian poutine with the squeaky cheese?: I have never tried poutine, what a damn shame. I wish I can encounter a restaurant that serves it cause it looks SO GOOD. Canadian cuisine is not very prominent here though so idk when I can ever get an authentic serving of poutine :(

Do your parents know how to operate smartphones and/or computers?: My dad is very techy, more so than me. My mom uses her phone for her Facebook and camera and nothing else. She still asks me to Google stuff for her even if her Chrome app is right beside Facebook.

How old are your parents, anyway?: My mom and dad are both 1971 babies so they are turning 48 this year.

Are you allergic to anything? What do you have to do to prevent them?: No. My skin can get very allergic to the environment (especially if it’s humid), but it’s not an allergy or anything.

What song is stuck in your head at the moment?: I haven’t been thinking of a song.

Do you hate it when people try really hard, or do you kinda like it?: Idk how to feel about them...like sometimes I’d think it’s hilarious but other times I’d feel sorry and just cringe. But I’m certain I don’t hate it.

What’s your boss’ first name? Do you call him/her by that name?: My boss at internship is named Dessa. I call her that but I address her with Ms. before her name too so that it’s respectful.

When was the last time you wore a uniform of any kind? What colour was it? I wore my old school uniform last year for funsies because I spotted it in our storage closet and felt a little nostalgic. No reason to wear it, just wanted to mess around. The blouse ws white, the necktie and skirt are plaid.

Do you complete a survey before taking this one? Will you take one after?: No. After this, I’m torn among a) getting a midnight snack, b) taking another survey, and c) watching RuPaul’s Drag Race since I started getting into it last night, hahaha. Have you ever lost enough weight to drop a dress size?: I probably have, except I wasn’t actively trying to achieve that.

What’s your favourite kind of bread?: White and brioche.

When was the last time you got pizza? What toppings did you get?: Last Thursday. We got a cheese pizza and a barbecue chicken pizza.

Do you own Monopoly? Is it the original or a special version?: We don’t. I don’t know how to play Monopoly haha it always seemed just so boring to me.

What was the last thing you said out loud?: "Whatcha doing?”

You have to choose one: cats or dogs?: Dogs.

Would someone being either a cat or dog person affect you dating them?: It probably would. I wouldn’t want to be with someone who wants to own a cat with me. I love cats but I would never want them as a pet.

How do you travel to and from work?: I drive myself always. I don’t work yet, though.

Do you primarily use cash or card for your purchases? Why?: Cash, because I don’t have a card.

Have you ever been to a stadium concert?: I’ve been to arena concerts, if they mean the same thing lmao.

[swanky-batman]

Cuffed

Cuffed

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Warnings: probably a lot, seeing as Bellatrix is involved- at least swearing, mentions of violence, etc.

Summary: I got this idea from a ‘this is what happens on your birthday’ thing- (Thanks to @i-regret-this-already !!) My prompt was- being handcuffed for life to Bellatrix LeStrange. I hope you like it 😘😘

Masterlist

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You were worn, tired. You had been fighting her off for a while now, at least buying time for people to evacuate the area. No one else needed to be killed by this monster- Bellatrix. Her laugh came through as you weakened a little and she pushed harder.

You shut your eyes, breathing slowly. You were prepared for death, if that’s what it would take.

You heard a loud noise and were thrust forward, hitting your head -hard- and then there was black. This couldn’t be death, could it?

–

You awoke with a massive headache and rubbed your head, feeling a heavy object attached to you. Your eyes popped open and you jolted back, trying to escape.

Bellatrix. She was attached to your hand. You pulled at the magical aura around it, wishing your way out- clawing, scraping.

Her eyes opened, “We’re stuck, idiot. You’ve got a hard head.” She looked annoyed.

“What. Is. Happening?” You gasped, trying to run through everything that went down.

“I was about to kill you- flash of magic- someone threw these out, while both of our magic was near it- we’re stuck- and I can’t even kill you or remove your wrist because it’s also trapping our magic.” She gave a wicked look.

You looked around. “Oh, for heaven’s sakes we’re at your blasted precious Hogwarts. It’s like I have to explain everything to you.”

You had a feeling that if she could, her hands would be across her chest right now- she seemed thoroughly pissed.

“You’re right, I should have guessed all of that since I’ve been awake for all of… three minutes?” You looked around again and saw things floating around you. “Monitoring us?”

“There you go, using that brain for something.” She slowly clapped.

You groaned, “I’d rather have died.”

“I’d love to oblige.” She frowned.

–

Over the course of the next couple days, people from all over school came by to gawk. Not greet, or ask, or help. Gawk. And gossip.

Minerva and Snape came up and explained they was trying to work on fixing this, but without knowing who the person was that cast it- they couldn’t figure a way out of it.

Slytherins worked their way closer and were watched by Snape- so they were allowed to stop at the side of the bed.

“Hello my young pretty.” Bellatrix greeted the one morning, you looking up from the book you had been studying from. Draco Malfoy. Smug, sassy little daddy’s boy if what was said is to be believed. Also, an alleged Deatheater in training.

“Is there anything I can get for you?” He asked, nodding his head towards her.

“A handsaw for my lovely companion?” She laughed wickedly as you rolled your eyes.

He looked over and set his jaw a little, unimpressed.

“Good grief. It’s bad enough I have to be stuck with Slytherin but now I have this?” You sighed, throwing your headphones on and returning to studying.

He stayed for a couple more minutes and left, you meeting his eyes for a quick second as he sneered. If they had been planning to kill you, oh well. You had enough on your plate already.

–

You were released from the hospital wing the next morning and had to go to class. Everything was awkward- she was attached on your right side (luckily you were a lefty), but everything you did with two hands was more difficult. And you wouldn’t even get started on using the restroom with her- not only was it uncomfortable and super awkward (for both of you, either time one of you used it) but figuring out how to do it in a stall with other people around was a mess.

Classes were horrible, Bellatrix disturbed everyone almost every minute. Laughing, making fun of anyone who answered incorrectly she would loudly go 'Ahh!’ Like a buzzer. Snape’s face was beyond priceless, you’d admit. Your own face was buried in your free hand the majority of the class.

“I don’t know why you’re so embarrassed, love. These people don’t seem anything to get worked up over.” She sneered, looking at a pair of passing students.

“I still have to go here. Don’t you think about anyone besides yourself?”

“My lord.”

“Only because he’s promised you things once he rises from power.” You snorted and she raised her hand. You flinched but she didn’t connect.

You opened your eyes, turning. Draco Malfoy had caught her hand- there were surprises left in this world.

“The Dark Lord doesn’t want any talk. More talk.” He mumbled. “He sent word-” He met your eyes and looked down, “Not to harm her. Not yet, anyways.”

She frowned, “I’m so bored!” She growled.

“I’ll bring you some stuff tomorrow to try and help.” He smirked.

“I want it now.” She shouted.

“Baby sounds cranky.” You mumbled out, turning away from their conversation.

You heard a chuckle from Draco before he walked away.

–

Later on, you were studying in the library, trying to tone out Bellatrix and her annoyed little grunting by turning the volume on your headphones all the way up.

She tapped you, repeatedly.

“What?!” You barked after a minute, pulling them off your head.

“You were mumbling something- what is that?” She asked, looking at it, sipping on a drink and you noticed Draco was there too, staring.

“It’s a muggle contraption- a gift from my muggle parents.” You smirked as she tried to back away in horror, probably screaming mud blood and you put the volume all the way up.

You spotted Draco in her little struggle chuckling from the other side of the desk. He watched you intently as you tried to study.

Almost an hour later, after Ms. Melodramatic finally calmed down she tapped you again.

“For the love of-” You flicked off the headphones again, glaring at her. “What?”

She pouted, “Tell me what they are!”

“They’re headphones.” You tugged on the chord a little, “They feed me sounds through this device and it plays music.”

“It plays music?” She tried to get closer. Even Draco was entertained and leaned forward. “How?”

You sighed, sliding them off from your neck and placing them around her ears, remembering to turn the volume down. You pressed play on your CD player and she jumped a little, startled. Draco waited anxiously, wondering what was happening.

After a minute or so she nodded along with the music, apparently content with this. You paused it and she pouted, “Why did it stop?”

“Look, the people who did this are muggles, the people who created this contraption is a muggle, and my muggle-born ears were on the same headphones.” 

“Something they finally got right.” She snorted, upset when I removed them from around her neck.

Malfoy leaned closer to you, and you sighed. “Want a go?” He paused for a moment before nodding. You stood up and placed the headphones on his head. You pressed play again and he was also startled.

You giggled, “It’s like you guys are stuck behind times, even with magic.”

Bellatrix, after trying to be patient for a minute as you let him listen and then took them off of him, immediately demanded that she have one.

“I can ask father, but I don’t think he knows where to get one.” He frowned a little.

You sighed, putting the headphones back on your own head, “If you get me the money I’ll have my parents send a set for her.”

“Erm,” He cleared his throat, “Could you make it two sets?”

You looked up from your page and giggled, “Sure.”

—

A couple of days later, after a lot of hours of studying with Bellatrix and Malfoy being around- they finally arrived.

You showed them both how to put the batteries in, gave them a supply- but forgot that they needed CD’s. You brought your collection down to the library that you had brought from home- well, at least a handful.

You stopped them after they went to scatter, “They’re fragile! It can break easily, and if you scratch it it’ll ruin part of the track.”

They both stopped and gently moved your stack of things and you were surprised that they had listened.

Bellatrix went through 4 CD’s that she ‘liked the cover art on’ but didn’t apparently like the music. So you grabbed a pop CD that you brought over and put it in. She seemed content. Draco picked through a couple of CD’s, seemingly unsure of what to choose.

“I would say something a little more hardcore, but I’m going to take a wild stab here and go with ‘Alternative’.” You had a gut feeling, going through a couple of the options, handing him one. “Try this.”

He nodded a little, “Thank you.”

You turned and went back to studying with your own music.

–

Weeks flew by and you were studying for exams, Draco and Bellatrix almost always around- they were very happy with the ‘magical muggle contraptions’ and continued to ransack your music.

One night, you were awoken by Snape, who shushed you. You were confused but obeyed as he studied the device joining you both.

The next day, Dumbledore called you into his office. You dragged Bellatrix along, her bopping along to music. Him and Snape both looked at you, a little concerned.

“It’s nothing- a present so I could study.” You mumbled, “You find something out?”

“We think it’s the work of one of he-who-shall-not-be-named’s apprentices.”

“So you can undo it now?” You asked, a little hopeful. 

They nodded in confirmation, “We think so.”

“Then do it.” You blurted out, tapping Bellatrix. She took them out and you informed her.

“Which one of those little runts did this?” She looked pissed as you could hear 2 Legit 2 Quit blasting from her headphones, making you snort a little with laughter.

“We’re still figuring it out, but either way we can undo it by this evening.” Snape answered, shooing you out.

The rest of the day you caught glances from her that looked almost sad, through her headphones.

After classes, you walked to your normal seat in the library. Neither of you had music on and neither one of you had really said anything.

“So,” You cleared, “You’ll be running once they undo this, yeah?”

She nodded a little, “Have to or they’ll lock me up.”

“Right.” You chuckled, Draco coming over with his headphones on.

“Hello.” He greeted and pulled them off a little.

“We’re in a moment.” Bellatrix stomped. “I don’t get these.”

“Why, what’s wrong?” He asked.

“We’re getting out of this thing tonight.” You raised your wrist, “Before you leave, I wanted you to have these.” You rustled through your bag and handed her a stack of CD’s.

She took them, holding them to her chest, “Thank you, mudblood.”

“You’re welcome.” You giggled and she hugged you, briefly, before placing the CD’s gently in her own bag.

“So I guess that’ll be it then.” Draco shifted a little from the other side.

“Don’t worry.” You smiled, reaching in your bag again, “I brought some for you to keep, too.”

He paused, taking them after a moment and met your eyes, nodding. “Thank you.”

Dumbledore summoned you both just minutes later and you both walked away- the procedure seemed quick, although Snape looked annoyed to be using some of the ingredients.

After the flash there was a quick glance towards you with a sad smile which you returned before she escaped.

You were checked over and sent on your way. The whole night was different. You didn’t have constant supervision, someone by you at all times.

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The next day, you kept your headphones in every time you weren’t in class. People were still looking at you strangely or moving away from you.

Someone tapped you as you were walking in the halls and you turned to face Draco.

He cleared his throat, “I just wanted to check to see if you were alright.”

“I’m alright, thanks.” You nodded to him, “Is- did she get back alright?” You looked around a little.

He nodded, chuckling a little, “Father says she gets annoyed with him and then puts on her contraption.”

You giggled, “Of course she does. Glad I could help.” 

You both stood there for a moment. “Well, I should get to my next class.”

He nodded, “I’ll see you around?”

You nodded, waving.

After classes, you went back to the library desk- and were surprised to see Draco already there, studying and listening to music. You waved slightly, sitting down across from him. He waved back and you both studied together.

You went to leave that night and got tapped on the shoulder again by him, and you slid your headphones off. 

“Yes?” You asked with a slight smile.

“I was wondering if you could take me to a muggle shop that sells more of these?” He held up a CD.

You blushed a little, nodding, “I’d like that.”

“Call it-” He cleared his throat, “A date?”

You almost dropped your bag, your jaw falling open.

He audibly gulped, waiting. “Unless-”

“No, I’d like that.” You nodded, cheeks red.

“You would?” He snapped his attention to your face, eyes searching.

“I would.” You stepped closer and kissed him on the cheek before walking down the hall.

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[hollands-gf]

Car Sex (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: HEY COULD YOU DO LIKE A REALLY FLUFFY PETER PARKER IMAGINE WHERE, THEIR IN A CAR MAKING OUT AND STUFF, AND PETER TRIES TO BE SMOOTH, BUT HITS HIS HEAD AND IS REALLY CLUMSY TRYING TO TAKE THINGS FURTHER. BASED OFF THIS PROMPT LIST I SAW "CAR SEX LOOKS WAY EASIER IN THE MOVIES" IF THAT MAKES ANY SENSE LOLOLOL

Warnings: Mention of sex, sexual themes, swear words

Word Count: 845

A/N: I legit forgot I took this request sorry for the delay!!

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Peter was woken up from his thoughts, hearing someone knocking on his car’s window. He turned his head and saw Y/N, freezing from the cold outside. He quickly unlocked the doors and let her in.

“Peter, what the hell, I’ve knocked for like a million times, did you want me to freeze to death or something?” Y/N wasn’t mad at all but was really shocked by the cold weather. Peter mumbled: “Shit…Y/N, I’m so sorry babe, are you okay?”

He took Y/N’s hands in his to warm her up. Y/N could see how concerned he was, therefore, she smiled to show him she was fine. However, Y/N was also thinking about turning this horrendous event into something both beneficial to her and Peter: “Wanna warm me up?” she asked with an innocent smug on her face.

Peter didn’t really get what was going on until Y/N started to get closer to him inch by inch until their noses were brushing each other. Peter whispered: “Oh… I see,” and closed his eyes. He placed one hand on Y/N’s face and the other on her waist, slowly but passionately kissing her. This was the first time they were making out in a car, meaning both of them were more than thrilled by the situation and neither of them had any experience at all. Y/N tried to get closer to him because the position they were in was no longer comfortable. She held his shoulder with one of her hands and tried to get onto his lap while still kissing him. However, it was impossible for Y/N to fit between the steering wheel and Peter, therefore she gave up. Peter noticed Y/N’s failed attempt and he felt the urge to make fun of her in the middle of their hot and passionate making out session. “Next time I could try to get on your lap what do you say?” he smiled into the kiss earning a groan from Y/N: “Next time shut up when we are both turned on what do you say?”

Peter took his hands off Y/N to adjust his seat so that Y/N could sit on his lap. Y/N started to kiss down his neck, leaving little bruises for the next day which would probably not be covered by Peter as he sucks at covering hickeys. Peter was trying too hard not to moan at Y/N’s sudden licks and bites on his neck but he gave up when he couldn’t concentrate on finding the device which adjusts the seat: “Babe…If-if you keep on doing that I won’t be able to have you on my lap…” Y/N didn’t seem to care but she let out a quiet huff on Peter’s neck, sending shivers down his spine. “That didn’t really help at all,” he mumbled.

When Peter finally managed to make space for Y/N, she quickly hopped on his lap, surprising both of them because no one was hurt at all. “Now the fun begins,” Y/N giggled, crushing her lips onto Peter’s once again. They both moaned loudly, the make-out session was getting rougher each second until Peter decided to start kissing down from Y/N’s neck to her breasts. Y/N was thrilled by the sudden action but when she threw her head to the back abruptly, she hit her head: “Ow!!”

For a second Peter wasn’t bothered by Y/N’s loud gasp, thinking she was making it out of pleasure. “Peter?!” Y/N shouted and he looked up at her.  “Oh my god, what happened?!” It was obvious that Peter was struggling to hold his laughs back. “What do you think?”

“I turned you on so much that it gave you a headache?” Peter looked up at Y/N innocently, failing miserably to hide his smirk. “Stop the witty banter Parker!” Y/N wasn’t actually mad but her headache was making her cranky. “I’m sorry babe, let me see…” Peter tilted his head up and Y/N moved her head down for Peter to see the bruise. It didn’t matter because it was already dark outside, therefore, Peter couldn’t see anything. He gently kissed her forehead and whispered: “Is it healed?” Y/N smiled weakly, staring into his eyes: “It did,” and slowly started to kiss him again. In between the kisses, Y/N whispered: “Peter it’s getting cold in here could you turn the A/C on?” Peter turned the car on and they went back to where they left for the fourth time.

The things were getting rougher again. Y/N started to grind on Peter, making him moan. Peter roamed his hands under her shirt while sucking on her neck. Y/N couldn’t bear the teasing anymore, she moaned: “Just take it off, Peter.”

“As you wish.” Peter tried to take her shirt off smoothly and surprisingly, succeeded. But he wasn’t that lucky when it came to her bra. “I swear to god it is impossible to unclasp-“ Peter was cut off with the sudden noise of his car horn.

They both screamed and Y/N started to laugh. However, Peter was unamused. “For god’s sake, car sex looks way easier in the movies!”

[b-afterhours]

Sympathy For The Devil (part 3)

summary: Set in 1978, Bill a young yet accomplish cop, takes on the crime in New York City. Nervous yet excited to take on his first big task at his new department and prove himself. He soon finds out his partner is everything he had least expected.

warnings: strong language, mentions of sex acts, mentions/use of drugs

also if you’re seeing this for the first time you can read part one here and if you need to catch up on previous chapters go here.

tags: @kikilikes @itsbillskarsgard

A week had gone by, and today finally felt like Bill and Star were on to something. Though there were still plenty of hiccups through the week due to Star being impulsive. A few nights ago, he had to tell her when she's getting the urge, "to count to ten for god's sake". Finally feeling comfortable with his act, he didn't even need Star to help him dress up this morning. He wore his Levi jeans with a denim shirt to match. The buttons only did halfway, showing off his bare chest and gold chain. It felt like he had a good grasp of his role in this game, today. He was looking over his notepad, filled with pages of addresses now. Circling the ones he felt were most important while he was sitting in the parked Pinto waiting while Star worked her corner. He glanced at his wrist watch, 13 minutes, had gone by and Star hadn't gotten out of the alley yet. He set his notepad down, listening to Rebel, Rebel by David Bowie, staring at the alley. Growing worried, he looked at his watch again, 30 seconds... then 3, 2, 1... shit.

Bill got out the car, popping his collar up, and taking long strides across the street to the alley. This particular jawn he came to know as, Green Granada, the car he drove. He was a frequent regular. From the back window of the Granada, he could see Star was struggling to get out as she yanked the door handle. Bill reached to the front of his waistband curling his fingers around the handle of his gun as he approached. He tapped the glass with the barrel, startling the jawn as he tried to cover himself. Bill glanced away from the sight giving the guy time to shove it back in his pants. When he looked back the stout fella looked like he was going shit himself, if he hadn't already.

"Unlock the fucking door now," Bill said through his teeth, bring his face close to his gun staring down the man through the window.

With a trembling stumpy finger, the jawn hit his auto unlock button, Star nearly falling out as soon as it was open. "Fucking limp dick asshole!" She yelled.

Bill still pointing his gun at Green Granada, moved his wrist in a small circle, to get him to roll the window down. "If I see you on this block again, I'll shoot you in the fucking kneecap, you hear me?" The man gulped unable to speak. Bill glanced above the hood and asked Star if she got paid. She shook her head still a little shook up herself. Bill held his free hand out collecting the money. "What are you still doing here? Get the fuck out of here!" The Granada quickly reversed out the alley, nearly getting hit and getting several honks, but the man never looked back at them once.

"Thanks," Star said fixing her dress back to her body and putting her curls back in place. Bill quickly tucked his gun away, he couldn't believe he just did that. Threatening a man with his life? He didn't know he had it in him and quite frankly it scared him.

"Are you okay?" He hooked a hand around her elbow helping her across the street.

"Hey!" She abruptly yelled. "Keep movin' I see you checkin' that radio!" She yelled at a kid peering through the car windows on their Pinto. The kid froze up in the act of getting caught.

"You heard her! Get!" Bill said and the kid bolted. He shook his head getting into the car.

"Sorry about all that back in the alley. I was trying to get out." She said to him lighting a cigarette.

"I saw. Are you okay, though?"

"Yeah," she exhaled smoke. "Al's been kinda weird since his divorce. He can't get his cock up, I try to help, but he just likes it when I watch," she shrugged. "But today," she whistled the little falling anvil tune, "it just sat in his hand all floppy and he was blaming me for it."

"Jesus Christ," Bill rubbed his eyes with one hand. "I got his plate number. I'm gonna make sure his worthless ass gets a ticket for something." He said pulling out of his parking spot and into the street.

Star laughed in delight. "Oh! And I got some names. Well, actually I know of a party, lots-a big ballers will be there."

"Really? Where?" Bill said. He was happy they finally had a flow working together now.

"Tonight. North Harlem!" She gushed.

"Great," he hated discos. "Okay, I guess we'll go. But, it's for work, Star. You hear me?"

Star squealed in glee. "It won't be bad. You can just brood around lookin' like you always do. And I'll go around working the party lookin' for names. Gina might be there too, I'll play nice, ask her where she got her dope."

Bill shook his head, "Gina's been in jail since two nights ago. Told the station about her."

"Already?!" She said appalled.

"What? She stole your money, remember? I got the station to get some deputies to follow her until she slipped up."

"I thought we were trying to work on the low? I got in a fight with her Bill! And then a few days later she's locked up? Just slap a sticker on my head that says snitch, for cryin' out loud!"

"Can you relax? Fight or not, she was already headed to jail. Don't worry. We're fine," he assured.

"We better be," she sighed. "You know what they say."

He rolled his eyes, "and what exactly do they say, Star?"

"The only good snitch is a dead snitch," she said matter of fact.

"Don't be ridiculous. Nothing's gonna happen to you." They pulled up to their motel. The night before they were told that they were moving. They had to hop around motels and hotels to make sure their cover couldn't ever be blown.

"And what makes you so sure?"

"Because," he said putting the gear in park.

"Because?" She pressed.

"Because, I won't let anything happen to you, okay? Now c'mon. We gotta get our stuff ready to go."

Star used the little time they had to shower first. Bill laid on his bed, trying to settle his headache. He got them frequently since working with Star. He reminded himself again of his cruiser and uniform, it's going to all be worth it. His headache began to dull as he focused on the sound of the shower water hitting the tile. The ambiance was soon killed when Star began to sing Waterloo by Abba. It wasn't very pretty. He tried to tone it out, by getting his ear to target the shower water but his mind started to play tricks on him. Aware that there was a naked girl in there, sudsy and wet. He snapped his eyes open appalled by the intrusive thought.

"What the hell," he muttered, disgusted with himself. Feeling no different than all the jawns she had to deal with. Especially with what went on today, he couldn't believe he let his mind wander off like that.

There was a knock at the door, Stan was here. And thank god, he didn't have to be stuck with his thoughts any longer. He looked through the peephole quickly before inviting him in, double checking.

"Ay, how's it going Bill?" He patted Bill's shoulder. "And where's Star, the wonder, at?" He said noticing the empty room.

"Shower." He said and right after she began to sing again. The same tune by Abba.

"She never shuts up, does she? How do you do it?" Stan laughed. "Anyway, here," he handed him a new envelope with keys. "Hotel this time. Should be better than this dump. And your little lady has court in the morning," he said handing over Star's court summons.

"Court? While she's working?" He said looking over it.

"I know but this is from a prior charge. All she can do is show up and explain she's doing CI work and the judge will throw it out. We tried to get it postponed but the judge wasn't having it."

"Well shit. But thanks for dropping by Stan. I got some addresses and stuff will you take it before you leave?" He picked his notepad off the tv stand.

"Sure thing." He looked over the addresses satisfied at what he saw. "These look real promising Bill. And that girl, uh, Gina!" He snapped his fingers upon remembering. "Got some names of some small timers outta her. You're doin' a good job." He said as Bill walked him to the door. "How 'bout we meet tomorrow at the diner across the courthouse? While Miss Star deals with the judge?"

"Sounds good. See you then."

When Star got out of the shower, she spotted her and Bill's bags at the door, ready to go and that meant she had to be too then. The hotel they were hooked up with was already ten times nicer than their motel in just the lobby. They walked in their room, the double beds covered in plush stark white bedding. Star ran for her bed jumping on it with the biggest smiled Bill had ever seen on her face.

"I've never seen anything like this!" She said plopping down. "It's like a palace." It was a really nice hotel but Bill probably wouldn't hold it to palace level, though.

"And there's a radio in here!" She said turning it on and searching through stations. "You think we can go to that little clothing store we saw close by? I wanna buy an outfit for tonight,' she stopped turning the dial when she heard Proud Mary by Creedence Clearwater Revival pumping through the radio waves.

"Sure. I gotta find something too." ...

Bill was waiting at the register with his purchased deep red button-up and black slacks waiting on Star as she scrounged up dollars to pay for her shimmering dress in the same color as his shirt. She insisted they matched.

"We gotta look legit," she stressed on him.

Growing impatient, Bill asked the cashier how much she still owed, pulling his billfold out.

"I got it, hold on," Star protested but the transaction went through anyway. "Aw, you did have to do that," she said following Bill out the store. "How much do I owe you? I had like a twenty on me, I just gotta find it."

"It's fine."

"No really. I'll pay you back whatever you want."

"Don't, say it like that..."

"Oh, I didn't mean it like that..." she looked away embarrassed. That was strange to him, he'd never seen her face fall in such a way, and it made him feel bad.

"It's okay. Let's just get ready, alright?" ...

They took the graffitied subway to the disco. Star stood, holding on the pole in the center aisle, not wanting to wrinkle her short dress, she wore it with black tights and thigh high heels boots. Bill was silently sulking about having to go the disco, he wasn't a great dancer. And besides that, he was dreading having to keep an eye on Star with so many people she could hide behind, she was little. He was glad he was as tall as he was but still searching for someone with just the disco lights to see by was going to be a task.

"Chin up, kid," Star said with a smirk. "It's gonna be a blast. And you look great," she said trying to put him at ease.

"We have —"

"Yes, I know what we gotta do," she cut him off. "But at least you're lookin' suave doin' it, right? And me too?" She tilted her head unashamed she was fishing a compliment out of him.

"Yes, you look great too," he tried to hide his smirk.

"Such a gentleman."

Bill let her lead through the crowded disco as she searched for the jawn that invited her. The place was roaring with life and Bill could already spot all the illegal shit going on. He could smell sweat, alcohol, and reefer in the place. Pot was one thing but he was certain the place didn't even have a license to sell booze, either. The real action was on the dance floor, several couples were showing out their dance moves, trying to top each other. Star was vibing along to September by Earth, Wind, and Fire as she walked on her tip toes to see in front over her. She pointed overhead, near the back corner of the place at the end of the makeshift bar.

"There he is," she said pointing a guy in an all black jumpsuit with dark sideburns and chest hair to match. As they approached, she paused pulling on Bill's arm so that she could speak in his ear. "Just follow what I do, okay? Just once." Bill certainly didn't like that plan he knew how she could get but there was no time for arguing. "Randi!!" She said with her arms out, embracing the jawn.

"Hey, sweet thing. Glad you came," he kissed her cheek. "And uh, who's the tall fella?"

"This is my guy, Jax," she said going to Bill's side, hugging his arm.

"What happened to Benny?"

Star frowned, "Locked up in Riker's. For a while now."

"Rikers, yikes. Sorry to hear. Well nice to meet you Jax, Randi, with an 'I'," he smiled, his gold-capped canine flashing under the lights as they shook hands. "Now you don't mind if I steal your girl for a moment?"

Bill wanted to tell the man yes, yes he mind. This guy, Randi with an 'I', was bad news and he knew it. He didn't want Star alone with him at all but he knew, it was going have to happen.

"It's cool," Star piped up. "Have a beer or something," she told Bill. "It'll only be for a moment, I promise."

"See. She promises, Jax," Randi said.

Bill had to sit back and watch as Star and Randi, dipped into a bathroom right behind the bar. He got the bartenders attention and ordered a beer and a shot of whiskey. Fuck it, he thought, what's the worse he could do than drink on the job. He turned around, leaning back on the bar with his elbows, watching the dance floor. Occasionally, he'd look back at the bathroom door. They had ten more minutes before he went barging in. A girl in a gold dress approached him, moving to the beat. She was really pretty, braids from the front of her hair blending into her fro, and the disco ball lights speckling her deep-toned skin.

"Hey, baby? Why you alone?" She said smoothly. Her dress had slits on both sides going all the way to her hips, showing off her beautiful long legs.

"Uh just waiting on a friend," he took a gulp of his Coors.

"You wanna boogie while you wait?" She reached for his hand.

"I don't, uh, I don't know how?"

"Aww," she laughed, "I'm a good teacher."

"Jax!" Star yelled peeping her head from out the bathroom door. "Jax!" He wasn't used to his new name to respond to it. She saw that he was talking to a stunner and for some reason, it took a hit to her self-esteem. And it really took a lot to do that. Not that Star thought she was the babe of all babes. But this woman could easily have gotten into Studio 54 just by batting her long lashes.

"Jax!" She yelled again and finally, he turned his head.

"Oh, excuse me," Bill politely said but glad he was able to ditch the dance floor, not so much leave the girl hanging though. "What's going on?" He said hushed to Star when he met her by the bathroom door.

"A real party." She smirked opening the door enough for him to slide through.

He got in to see 20 people inside, having a private party. The bathroom wasn't a bathroom at all just a room, full of free booze and coke piled on a side table that Randi was in charge over. Bill had caught people with tiny baggies of the stuff every now and again in Newark. But seeing a large pile of the stuff was jarring. Randi was giving out bumps with a little gold spoon to the girls in the room. Bill noticed he was one of the few guys in the place.

"Jax!" Randi gave him a little nod. "Couldn't leave ya hangin' out there."

"The real parties in here," a girl with long dark hair said giggling checking Bill out.

"Come, have some," Randi motioned. "My treat."

"Um," he hesitated. "I uh—"

"Jax, are you already drunk?" Star widened her eyes signaling him to be cool. "He's being silly, Randi," she said pulling the attention to herself. "He'll do some, ladies first, right?"

"Of course, baby," he got a bump ready for her. He made her lean into it so that he could run his free hand down her side and on to her bottom. Bill watched as she inhaled the white powder, really to prepare himself. He never thought that this job would lead him to do this. And to keep up appearances he had to, that was the worst part of it. Star tilted her head back, pinching her nose, eyes shut tight. And she, she moaned? Bill felt way out of touch with all this.

"Fuuuuck that's good," she said.

"I only get the best, straight Miami, no cuts," Randi gave her bum a smack. "Alright, and you Jax? This'll sober you up real quick."

"May I?" Star said reaching for his little spoon. "He likes it when I give it to him," she flashed a cheeky smile.

"I bet. You got a real fuckin' brick house, Jax," he passed the spoon off.

He watched Star try to give him a humble amount, she was watching out for him despite the whole situation. She motioned for him to lean down, he was staring right at her chest, where she held the spoon. He plugged up his right nostril, inhaling with his left. He groaned at the burn and then, he felt his whole head go numb.

"Fuuuuck..." he echoed Star.

"Good stuff, huh?" Randi said dipping his finger in the powder and taking it to his gums.

"I'll get you, boys, a drink. Don't miss me," she winked at them.

"She's a sweet little thing, isn't she? You're lucky, I would love to have her. She's loyal," Randi said prepping another bump for himself. "All these girls in here. They're mine. You can have at any one of them, be my guest." Bill glanced at a group of them dancing together, they all took time to check him out, smiling at him.

Bill's head was buzzing but he was super focused, it was an intense feeling but it felt good. He was ashamed to think that but damn. "I'm alright," he took a seat, "I like to stick by Star."

"Don't blame, ya. She gets the job done. And fabulously, too." Star came back with two bourbon's on the rocks for them, taking a seat on Randi's lap. "Go on," he said to Bill, "I see you lookin'. Dip a finger in there," he pointed at the pile.

"Would you like me to do it for you Jaxie?" Star said.

"Oh let the man handle it for once, darling. Told you, ya got a good one," Randi said. It felt very backhanded with how he had his hands running up and down her body in front of him. Bill poked his finger in the pile and rubbed the powder along his gums. It tasted awful, like nail polish, and then his mouth went numb. He took a sip of his drink and couldn't even taste the bite of the alcohol.

"I see you lookin' at my boy over here, Nance," Randi hollered to a tall girl with french braids and intricate gold eyeliner. "Get us around, will ya? Come over." He turned his head back to Bill. "She's a fox. Anyway, you push?"

Bill tilted his head confused and so Star spoke for him. "He doesn't do nothin' else but take care of me. He leaves the snow to the big guys," she kissed Randi's cheek.

"Well, if you ever think about it? You make a pretty dime of this stuff. And speaking of dimes!" He said as Nance came back with a tray of drinks. She passed them around and then took a seat right on Bill's lap. He expected to feel awkward but the coke had him feeling none of that. "Got some fellas who are driving pure muscle on 5th avenue right now. Since they started pushing." Randi continued his braggadocious spiel. "You saw Ron a week or so ago right? With Gina?" Randi asked Star.

"Was that his name? I never got to meet him, I just waited for Gina on my spot."

"Ah! Well, he's one of my boys."

"Can't believe you're pushin' like that Randi, sheesh," she giggled.

"Ah, not all me baby, I just buy bulk and go from there."

Bill, was noting the whole conversation, Star was really pulling through with getting info tonight. He knew when he woke up this morning, today was the day.

"Anyway," Randi continued on. He was super high considering he wouldn't shut the hell up already. "Another key?"

Bill was actually itching for another the whole time Randi was talking. It just felt so good, his heart pumping to the beat of the muffled disco music outside, he felt alive. At the moment. Nance fixed him a bump three times bigger than what Star had given him. She glanced at him, a small look of worry flashed in her eyes but she let it happen. That was the move for the night, letting it happen. They had to, to get the job done right.

PART FOUR

[thebluesideofmyworld]

I Like Me Better (Chapter 20) - A Solangelo Fic

Chapter 20: I Think You’re My Best Friend

(Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8 || Chapter 9 || Chapter 10 || Chapter 11 || Chapter 12|| Chapter 13 || Chapter 14 || Chapter 15 || Chapter 16 || Chapter 17 || Chapter 18 || Chapter 19) || Read on AO3

Chapter Summary:  Nico and Drew were bonding over a conversation, where Nico told Drew that he didn't want to risk it all, and that was why his thought would remain thoughts. 

Nico stared at his reflection in the mirror as he angled his neck a bit, so he could see the side of his head. He carefully touched the undercut, keeping his eyes on the mirror while doing so.

“Do you like it?”

Nico turned his head to the other side, humming as he watched his own reflection.

“It’s…different,” he said. “I never had this kind of…thing before,” he said, slowly running his fingers over the short hair. He turned his head again so this time he was facing the mirror. Drew gave him the undercut but she left some of Nico’s curls on the front to be long enough that it still covered most of his forehead without falling into his eyes.

“The undercut actually showed off your facial features, especially your cheekbones. But with those curls in the front, you can still have that tousled look that you usually have,” Drew explained as she raked her fingers through Nico’s curls, like she was trying to show Nico how to style it.

“Or, if you want to go to a more formal occasion or you just want to look nice, you can use some gel to go for the slicked-back look. That will work too,” Drew said as she started gathering the stuff that she just used to give Nico the haircut.

Nico hummed. He touched the undercut again, absently wondering what Will would think about his new haircut.

“And don’t worry. I am pretty sure that your pretty boy would like your new haircut.”

Nico froze with his fingers between his curls.

“Did I just say that out loud?” he said, glancing at Drew’s reflection.

Drew chuckled and shook her head. “No. But I am a mind reader. That’s just how cool I am,” she said, smirking as she put her supplies into her canvas bag.

Nico sighed.

“He’s not my-“

“I didn’t even say any name, Nico. But he is the first one that crossed your mind, right?”

Nico bit his lower, then sighed as he shook his head. He shifted so now he was leaning his back against the door of his closet. In front him, Drew sitting cross-legged now, leaning against Nico’s bed.

Nico pulled his knees up and wrapped his arms around them.

“I don’t know what to do,” Nico said, gazing at the window.

“What do you want to do?” Drew asked him.

Nico snorted at the question. “What I want to do? Lots of things.”

“With him, or to him?”

Nico’s eyes quickly darted to Drew. “Did you just ask me that?”

“Yes.”

Nico rolled his eyes. “Okay. Both.”

“Not surprised.”

“But that’s not the issue here.”

“No, it’s not,” Drew said, checking her perfectly manicured-fingernails.  “The issue is how come you know what you want to do but you haven’t done it yet?”

Nico stared at Drew. Drew lifted her gaze up from her cherry-colored nails to look at him. She arched an eyebrow at Nico.

“Am I right or am I right?” she asked, quite rhetorically.

“Drew…”

“What holds you back, Nico?”

Nico looked down at the floor. He fiddled with a loose strand of the carpet.

“You’re scared of something,” Drew said, like she was answering her own question.

Nico sighed. He rubbed his face with both hands, then put his arms around his knees.

“I don’t know,” he said, and rested his chin on his knees. “Maybe?”

Drew nodded. “What is it that you scared about? Rejection?”

Nico’s lips stretched into a thin line as he pondered on Drew’s question. Then he shook his head. “Not really,” he said. “I can handle rejection.”

“So what then? Rejection is the worst case scenario already. And if you can handle it, I know you can deal with anything else.”

Nico chewed his lower lip. Will’s beaming smile flashed in his mind. Will’s soft laughter, his blue eyes that sparkled every time he smiled that got even more dazzling as the smile bloomed into a laughter. Nico thought about the way Will’s eyes got softer when he looked at Nico as he was telling Will something. About how Will’s cheeks turned into a shade of scarlet when Nico caught Will stealing glances at him. But most of all, Nico thought about how Will has been one of the most genuinely kind and caring people. Will didn’t even try to be a nice person. He was just a nice person, without even trying to.

He didn’t want to lose that.

“You don’t want to lose him, do you?”

Nico lifted his head up to look at Drew, and chuckled lightly. “Did I just say it loud, or you are just being a mind reader again?”

Drew smiled at him knowingly, but said nothing. Nico rested his head against the wall as he stared at the ceiling. For a while, it was silence in the room. Until Drew talked.

“His first boyfriend was Jake Mason.”

Nico’s head snapped to Drew. He blinked.

“Huh?”

“Will’s first boyfriend was Jake Mason. They were dating in high-school for about three months. They broke up, but they remained friends. Will still came to Jake’s basketball games, and Jake still congratulated Will on his birthday, leaving comments every once in a while on Will’s post on Facebook.”

Nico stared at Drew for a second or two, before he finally spoke.

“And why exactly are you telling me this?”

“Nothing,” Drew shrugged her shoulders. “But I think the part where they remained friends even after they broke up might tell you that Will is not the kind of person who will leave things… awkward after a relationship.”

Nico still held his eyes at Drew. “How do you know about his ex boyfriend?”

“I’ve told you. I have sources. I know where to find information.”

Nico chuckled. He arched an eyebrow as he slightly smiled in amusement at Drew. “I suppose that in this case, your source’s name is Mitchell?”

“A good investigator would never reveal who their informants are.”

Nico laughed lightly. But then he shook his head and looked up at the ceiling.

“I don’t know, Drew,” he said, then rested his chin again on his knees. “I just…” he sighed. “I don’t know.”

Drew moved from where she was sitting to where Nico was. She stretched her legs out and sat next to Nico, resting her back against the wall like him.

“You got it really bad, don’t you?”

Nico groaned and slid his face, so now it was his forehead that was on his knees.

“If it makes you feel better, I think he likes you.”

Nico’s heart fluttered a bit with hope as he turned his head to Drew.

“What makes you think so? A girl��s intuition?”

“No. A Drew’s intuition. And it’s legit, better than just a girl’s intuition.”

Nico rolled his eyes but could not help to chuckle a bit.

He sighed as he gazed at the window. “I am not good at this, Drew.”

“At what?”

“This… this relationship thing?”

“Hey,” Drew said. “Nobody is like…born to be instantly good at it. But it doesn’t mean you can’t learn about it.”

Nico angled his neck to look at Drew. “Really?”

Drew hummed as she nodded. “And you know what you have to do so you can learn something?”

“What?”

Drew punched the side of his shoulder lightly. “By start doing something about it.”

Author’s Notes:

I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas if you celebrate it. And I hope you all have a great Holiday Season :D

Chapter title is from the song Thoughts by Michael Carreon 

Tbh, Drew doing Nico's hair has always been my headcanon

Comments and feedbacks are love <3

Thank you for reading! I'll see you on Friday :D (or even tomorrow, if only this headache can disappear).

[winsister91]

The Angel and The Prophet

Summary: Reader is a prophet and has eyes for her trench coat wearing guardian angel

Characters: Castiel x Reader, Dean

Word Count: 2803

Warning: Language, Fluff, SMUT, bondage I guess, NSFW

A/N: @arcturuz requested Cas smut and here it is! Special thanks to @sofreddie for talking through the idea with me :) Quite nervous about this one, never written for Cas, so I hope I just do the angelic stud justice! Fingers crossed! Also! Absolutely mind blown by the reception on This Means War, thankyou so much for the love, it’s honestly made my weekend.

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Dear Diary...or whatever

You're new so...Hi! Never written a diary before, but there are things going down in my life that has just GOT to be recorded.

Where do I start? This has been the craziest couple of months I'm not sure if I'm dreaming in all honesty. We'll go from the top I guess. I'm walking home from work one night, cutting through the park. This crazy storm just seems to start and it's like it's following me. I'm jogging along, very wary that I'm in a wide open space but I can see my apartment block so I just decide to make a break for it. Then I hear this loud crash and I black out. Somewhere in this black out I had a dream. Two guys, proper lumberjack lookalikes with all the plaid, driving along in this sweet ass car, talking some crazy shit. Demons and monsters and something about vessels for Michael and Lucifer? Stopping the apocalypse? Real bat shit stuff.

Fuck knows how much time had passed while I dreamt this, but next thing I know I'm in my bedroom at home, and there's this smoking hot guy in a trench coat just looking at me at the end of my bed! Naturally, I freaked out a little bit, for all I knew he could have been a crazed serial killer or something. Mid freak out he puts two fingers on my forehead and suddenly I'm as cool as cucumber. Not for long, however. He tells me his name is Castiel, and he's an “angel of the Lord, come to protect the new prophet”. I remember laughing, asking if he'd been on the old Mary J. God, angels and prophets? Me, a fucking prophet? I just work in a boring ass office then come home to my cats and play video games. Why on earth would I of all people be a prophet? Then he was able to tell me what I saw in my dream. That the two guys in it were called Sam and Dean Winchester, and they really were going to stop the apocalypse. I guess I must've looked pretty dumb founded because Cas then said something about me needing time to process and then VANISHED IN FRONT OF MY EYES. Dude. I started to wonder if I'd magically somehow ended up high on Mary J.

About a week or so passed, and I just assumed I must have had some...psychedelic episode or something. And we all know it's healthy to ignore stuff like that right? I'm playing on my PlayStation and this blistering headache attacks me. Vision goes all fuzzy and what do you know, I'm seeing Sam and Dean again. They've got this guy tied up to a chair and some real occult looking graffiti scrawled on the floor. They're asking him about a seal? But he's just laughing. Well, until they throw some water at him and his skin starts fizzing and burning. He struggles and screams and his eyes turn jet black. There's more talk and shouting and swearing but then the tall Winchester starts chanting some weird lingo. Black smoke starts pouring out of the tied up guys mouth and then he just slumps, completely lifeless.

A loud banging on my door snaps me back to reality. I'm shaking like crazy because I have no idea what the hell I just saw, but it starts to dawn on me that this shit might be legit.

I stupidly opened the door without looking through the peep hole first, and I'm thrown across my own living room. A woman stands in my doorway with the same jet black eyes. I'm hysterical, screaming and crying, but then Castiel appears in front of me. He's got this long silver looking blade in his hands and they start fighting. I scramble, grabbing my two cats and shut them in the bedroom, because they're my top priority of course. Somehow this demon gets hold of the dagger thing Cas is holding and it about to shove it straight into his beautiful face. I improvise and think of the Winchesters.

Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, the words just kind of came to me.

The scary lady turns and hisses at me, lunging for my throat and I squeal quite pathetically. Cas thankfully stepped in, placing his hand on her forehead and she screams while her entire face illuminates, then she slumps like the guy in the chair did.

So turns out that was a demon. I sat with Cas and had a long conversation this time. He told me that these dreams or visions I'm having are flickers of the future revealing themselves and I need to keep record of them for him, as they will prove useful for him and the Winchesters to succeed in stopping it. Again I'm flabbergasted, I'm playing a vital role in saving the world? That's pretty bad ass.

To trim the fat, Cas has been to see me a few times now over the last couple of months. He's really sweet once you get past the uh...lack of social skills? Once, he actually flew off to fetch me chocolate and ice cream when I was on my time of the month for crying out loud, how can you not love that? 

Sometimes when he shows up he's so bloodied and battered, tells me he's too weak to heal himself (because angels can freaking do that too it seems). So I just let him crash on the couch and attempt to patch him up. I'm no nurse, but I'm a master with band aids. He makes me laugh too, one time he showed up whilst I was playing Resident Evil and he asked where the zombies were because he had to get there immediately and “stop the Croatoan virus from spreading”.

The guy just does things to me though, I could quite happily get lost in those ocean blue eyes of his for days. The way he tilts his head slightly in curiosity when I say something too human for him. And boy I can only dream of what body hides under that trench coat, I've seen glimpses when patching him up, but I yearn for that full picture.

Okay I'm fully rambling now. I'm crushing on an angel. Wonderful. Coming to cinemas soon The Angel and The Prophet. I'm such an idiot.

Peace out.

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You sigh, getting up and stretching your arms as the diary lays open on the table in your front room. A draft blows through your hair and you hear that familiar flutter of wings.

“Cas!” you beam, as he appears at the door, “I knew you were coming tonight! Wait there!”

You run to the kitchen, grabbing a White Castle bag out of the fridge and warming up the burger inside in the microwave.

“So how are you doing?” You call back to him, getting no response. As soon as the microwave pings, you tentatively drop the burger on a plate and take it through to him.

“Cas,” you giggle seeing him still stood in the doorway, “You can sit down you know?”

“You said to wait here?” he questions with that trademark head tilt.

“Just sit,” you chuckle, “Got you your favourite! Had to warm it back up because I was little preemptive in buying it. Should still be good though?”

Cas takes the plate without a word and sinks his teeth into the piping hot burger. A smile spreads across his face.

“These make me very happy,” he states, turning to you with another smile in thanks.

“I know honey, enjoy,” you tap his knee playfully, “I'm afraid to say apart from seeing you were paying a visit tonight, I haven't had any further visions this time.”

Cas annihilates the burger in about three bites, he looks at you after a deep sigh of content and says, “That's unfortunate.”

“Sorry,” you shrug, “Gimme that plate.”

You drop the plate in the sink, you'll sort it later. It's quality Cas time right now. As you re-enter the room you see the angel's eyes glaring right at your open diary.

“CAS!?” you squeal, and you feel your cheeks turn rosy.

“Why do you say I am smoking hot?” he questions, his eyes not moving from the page, “I don't see any smoke? I actually find it a little cold down here on earth.”

“Cas just pass me the diary,” you avoid answering questions.

“Crushing on an angel?” he continues, “How can you be crushing me when you're not even touching me? Plus looking at your small frame, if you were to sit on top of me I don't think I would be crushed.”

“Don't talk about sitting on you,” you groan, pulling the diary away.

“Y/N,” he narrows his eyes puzzled, “Do you want me to take a photograph of what's under my coat? I can just take it off and show you instead if you like?”

“Cas you're fucking killing me,” you lean on the door frame for balance while your mind races. Castiel gets to his feet and walks over to you.

“Are you okay?” he asks looking into your eyes, “Your face has turned pink.”

“No I'm not okay,” you whine, taking deep breaths to slow your heart rate, you decide to spit it out, “I like you Cas.”

“I find you pleasant company also,” he nods in response.

“N-no Cas,” you stutter, “I like you.”

His face remains blank and you feel a twang of irritation in your guts because he's not understanding you. Fuck it, you think, understand this. You throw your arms around his neck and pull his lips to yours. You feel the hairs on your neck and arms stand on end. He's kissing you back, and your heart feels like thumping bass pedal. You give a playful nip to his bottom lip and let him go, you lock eyes, lost in the moment. Then he vanishes.

“Oh god dammit!!” you cry out.

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Dean is sprawled out on a motel bed, flicking through the free channels, bored at the lack of entertainment. He takes a sip of his beer and sighs, contemplating whether to just buy a sneaky porn channel on one of Sam's cards.

“Dean,” Cas appears.

“For crying out loud Cas!” he yells, near on jumping out of his skin, “...Is that lipstick on you?”

Cas wipes his face, a look of panic in his eyes, “I just went to see Y/N.”

“Oooooh,” Dean grins, “You been getting some human booty?” “S-she kissed me,” the angel stutters.

“And then?” Dean asks eagerly.

“I left,” Cas answers wide eyed.

“You left!? C'mon man!” Dean cries, “You don't just leave when a girl kisses you!”

“I panicked.”

“Cas, do you like her?”

“She is very beautiful, but...”

“You listen to me now,” Dean reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small square foil packet, “You're gonna take this, and get your feathery ass back there.”

“Dean I-”

“I get it, you're not savvy on what you need to do. I'll tell you exactly what to do, let's get creative with that grace of yours.”

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You're pacing. You feel like an idiot. You just scared off your horrendously hot guardian angel. Perfect! You decide to just call it a night and try to forget this ever happened. You reach your bedroom and throw your shirt down onto your floordrobe. There's a flutter of wings.

“Y/N,” you hear that familiar deep voice.

You squeal, covering your naked breasts instinctively. You note a difference in his behavior however, eyes narrowed and full of hunger. It makes something deep down tremble in want. He strides over, taking you and lifting you up onto his hips.

“Hello,” he says, before resuming your previous kiss. His hands grip your ass tightly and he pushes you up against the wall. You can't help but gasp into his mouth in surprise.

“C-Cas,” you moan between kisses. He's being rough and passionate, holding on to a clump of your hair while he nips and bites down your neck. He turns around, now laying you onto the bed, placing your hands above your head before standing to remove his shirt. You motion to sit up to get a good view but you can't. Like an invisible force is holding your hands there, you struggle for a moment in confusion.

“Um...Cas?” you state to the ceiling. He comes into view, leaning over you. You see that torso of his and, like you suspected it was firm and nicely toned, you want to touch it but are still unable to move your hands. He leans down for another brief bite on your neck and you see a free hand of his do a quick swish in the air. Down go your pants. You jump in further surprise. The same hand hovers now just above the skin on your chest and he moves it slowly down your body, not touching your naked skin at all. As he moves you feel a surge of sensitivity shoot through you, causing you to arch your back and moan loudly in pleasure and shock. The hand moves back up you along with this pulse of energy and you gasp uncontrollably as your body gets hotter and wilder.

Is he....using his grace for foreplay? You think to yourself. His hand moves back down now, stopping to hover over your intimate zone, you fully cry out as the sensation their builds.

At last you feel physical contact as two of his finger slide into you. Scissoring and brushing at your sweet spot. Your body writhes and your hips buck completely out of your control. Every touch and movement is so intense it's like it has all been planned out in fine detail. His lips are on your neck once more, and his other hand has found your breast, gently teasing your nipples with small circles.

“F-fuck...” you moan, these actions sending tingles over you in all directions. Your eyes drift down. At some point, Cas has removed his pants. You're slightly disappointed you missed the strip show but you were otherwise occupied. You see his erect cock, condom in place and you swear your pussy tightens at the sight. Like he can read your mind, which he probably can, Cas hoists himself and lines up. Your hands are freed suddenly and you spring them into action, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him down to kiss you, right in sync with his entry into you. He fills you right up and you find yourself gasping into his mouth once more. He seizes the opportunity to allow your tongues to meet.

You hear his breathing get deeper as he slowly pulls out and back in again, gentle but effective. You grind your hips in rhythm with him to heighten the sensation. He grunts and the sound takes you to another level. He picks up the pace, sensing your elevation in sensitivity. One of your hands is clutched tightly onto his shoulder and the other pulling at the sheets. You feel your legs begin to tremble and you bite your lip as you feel your core tightening. You hold your breath, determined not to give in so soon, you want this to last as long as possible. His pace picks up again and you clench your eyes shut, causing every touch to intensify once again. His hand leaves your breast and you take the moment to try and catch your breath, but it is short lived. A finger finds your clit, circling, stroking, pressing. Your back arches so harshly you almost sit up. You hold on, refusing to let go just yet, and you get tighter and tighter. Building higher and higher you start to feel light headed.

Cas moans and thrusts in hard and deep, and you feel his cock twitch as he cums. You can't help but release, unable to edge any longer. The orgasm ravages through you and you have zero control over the primal cries of pleasure escaping your mouth.

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You feel dazed, unsure if this is really your life anymore. Prophets, demons, the apocalypse...and you just fucked an angel. Cas holds you close to him while you snuggle into his shoulder. Ultimate contentment.

“I need to go,” Cas whispers softly as you start to drift off.

“Must you?” you whimper, trying to give him your best puppy eyes.

“Just briefly,” Cas smiles, brushing hair out of your eyes, “I need to thank Dean for his advice.”

“Okay....wait, WHAT!?”

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