#idk what happened to the quality. thanks tumbls.

[mournwatches]

[ghostofskywalker]

Hello! Thank you so much for hosting the whole clone fic gift exchange event! That was so much fun ❤️

Could I request something for your spring ficlets where a Jedi general and her clone commander just have a strictly professional relationship. But then something happens and the Jedi and commander get trapped somewhere (maybe one of them is injured) and they have to find a way back and through that, they get to know one another as friends (or maybe a crush develops? Idk). But either way, they come out and their relationship has definitely changed.

You choose the clone, I'm not picky 😁

If this seems like a too complicated ask for this then don't worry about it! (Totally fine if you can't do it right now!)

Thanks for all the amazing work you've done here ❤️

hi! i'm so glad you enjoyed the exchange, i had so much fun too!! i went with rex for this fic, and i hope you like it!!

words: 1,187

summary: when a cave-in traps you and rex on a mission, you accidentally make your feelings for the captain known.

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Seismic Shift

You should have known something would go wrong when you felt the gound shift under your feet, right as a low rumbling noise started making its way through the air and the rocks that surrounded you started to shake. This was not a very good time to be underground, and you still hadn’t completed your mission objective yet. 

“Captain,” you called. “I think we may need to turn around and head back up to the surface. If we stay any longer we’ll get trapped down here.” 

You could see Rex nod from where he was walking deeper into the cave system, and the two of you turned around. On a temporary mission with a the 501st since Anakin had been called back to Coruscant, you wondered what Captain Rex thought of you. 

The 501st was your favorite battalion that you’ve ever worked with, and you’re positive that it was because they’re not afraid to get their hands metaphorically dirty and give wild and crazy plans a shot to get out of a tough situation, and you had never seen much value in playing it safe anyway. But where that quality meant you got along excellently with Fives, Jesse, and Hardcase, the captain was always a little more wary of you. 

You understood his hesitance of course. You were a Jedi that he only worked with once in a while, and even though this would mark the fourth time you had served as the acting General while Anakin had other engagements, you could only know someone so well. You also thought he was ridiculously attractive, and although you wished that you had said something to him, your Jedi training had done little to prepare you for a crush, and so you kept your emotions a secret. 

You could see the light at the end of the cave system, and Rex had just commed the rest of the company that was back at the transport when the walls began to shake, and you knew what was happening. There was no way you would be able to make to freedom before the ceiling of the cave came tumbling down, and you could see Rex trying to make a run for it. “No!” you shouted, grabbing his arm and pulling him to the side, where a particularly sturdy and large rock had yet to move, and the two of you slammed to the ground as a cascade of stone fell around you. Maybe it would have been a better idea to simply try and keep the cave intact by using the Force, but you were so worried that Rex was going to be injured that the thought completely slipped your mind. 

Your head hit the rocks behind you, and you floated in and out of consciousness. You could hear a frantic voice above you, and you thought you made out your name. “Whaaaa?” you mumbled, eyes fluttering open and closed. 

It had to be Rex, there was no one else around you. You heard snippets of what sounded like your name, and you realized that he was probably attempting to get into contact with the rest of the men outside. 

“Injured-” 

“Won’t hold on for long-”

“I’ll try but-” 

Soon the darkness overcame you, and you closed your eyes for a little bit longer than a few moments. 

***

The next time you came to, your head hurt really badly, but at least you weren’t completely out of sorts. Rex was sitting next to you with his helmet on his lap and his eyes closed, and once he heard you cough, immediately turned to look at you. His arm looked like it had been bent slightly wrong, and you immediately started to worry about whether or not he was in pain. “What happened?” you asked, voice slightly croakier than usual. 

“I think you might have a concussion,” he responded. “You really shouldn’t fall asleep again.” 

“I’ll do my best,” you said, and you couldn’t help the sigh that escaped your mouth. “So we’re stuck in here?” 

“I’ve alerted the others about the situation and where we are, they’re trying to figure out a way to move all the rocks without causing another cave-in,” he said. “Until then, we can’t really do anything, especially if you’re in this condition.” 

“What do you mean in this condition?” you asked, but your joking tone didn’t really come through, since you started to lose consciousness halfway through the final word. 

“No, you can’t fall asleep!” Rex’s eyes widened, but he had no idea what to do. He grabbed your hand from where it was resting on top of your leg and squeezed it softly. The gesture was completely unexpected, and it certainly was enough to pull your eyes back open. “Oh good,” Rex said, relief clear in his voice. “I thought I was going to have to kiss you to wake you up.” 

But as much as you were technically awake, you were also a little delirious, and that meant your regular filter wasn’t doing its job. “Can you still?” you asked, a soft giggle escaping your mouth at the thought of his lips on yours. 

“What?” He had surprised you before, and now it was your turn to return the favor. 

“Can you kiss me?” you mumbled. “I think I’m gonna die in here, and you’re so pretty, and the Jedi Code is really kriffing annoying sometimes-”

You expected Rex to be wearing a look of horror, either at the implication that you liked him or the possibility that you were so delirious that you didn’t know what you were saying, but he didn’t seem to mind your (concussed) rambling. 

However, it seemed that you were having terrible luck today, because the moment he opened his mouth to respond, his comm crackled to life, interrupting whatever moment was brewing between the two of you. “Captain!” Jesse’s voice came through the device. “Stay where you are, we’re almost through!” 

The next few minutes went by in a complete blur. Ahsoka and Obi-Wan had been barely a system away from you, and soon you were watching as the rocks that kept you and Rex trapped were being moved away with the power of the Force. If you hadn’t hit your head, you might have been able to harness that much power, but right now it was struggle to just stay awake. 

The next time you really knew what was happening, you were laying on a cot in the medbay of the Resolute, and Captain Rex was laying in the one beside you. He wasn’t awake yet, but you could see that his arm had been treated and was currently in a sling. 

You weren’t going to wake him up, you decided, because he deserved to recover as quickly as he possibly could. But you also made up your mind about something, and that was the fact that you wanted to find out what he would have said to you had you not been interrupted by the 501st. 

Selfishly, you hoped it was that he felt the same way about you that you did about him. 

- the end -

[aziraphales-library]

hello!! i'd like to thank first the mods of this blog for all their hard work!!

i'd also like to ask if you know any regency aus (or victorian?? royalty?? idk im not familiar with these but just fics with that kind of aesthetic LMAO) wherein az is female? most, if not all, fics with similar period setting that i've read depict them as both male. i'd just like to see pretty az in pretty dresses KSKDKKSKD thank you so much!!

There are some!

Against Expectations by Blue_Sparkle, summerofspock [E]

After being pressured by their families into a marriage neither of them want, Aziraphale and Crowley resign themselves to an unfulfilling life together. For Aziraphale that means trying to be the dutiful wife she was always taught to be and for Crowley it means hiding an important part of who he is.

story by summerofspock and art by Blue_Sparkle

Time Flies (When You're Having Fun) by Mussimm [E]

Versailles, 1769 - Aziraphale has a blessing to perform at a masquerade ball and it's important that he gets this one right. So important, in fact, that he can't seem to leave until he does.

But with a fancy dress, an attentive demon and an endless supply of champagne, it's a little challenging to stay on mission.

Dalliance by CousinSerena [E]

Heaven assigns Aziraphale to investigate the goings-on of the scandalous Duke Asquith—disguised as a fetching chambermaid. It just so happens Lord Crowley makes an appearance at the duke’s party, on assignment from Hell. Regency smut ensues.

Angel of Quality by angelsnuffbox (MrsCaulfield), MrsCaulfield [E]

Long decided that she was never to marry, Lady Aziraphale Fell took the opportunity of establishing her own household the minute it had come up. Despite the inclinations of her overbearing brother, she expected only a smooth transition. But she had not been anticipating to struggle with a burgeoning attraction to her strange, handsome footman; nor had she expected to tumble headlong into a whirlwind relationship, a passionate secret whispered only in the shadows, never to be made known.

Let There Be Love by The_Bentley [E]

Michael smiled at Aziraphale, this dowdy bookseller who sat across the table. She was a little plump, but rather pretty. If they could get her into some fashions that flattered her body shape, let that hair down out of the messy bun and put a little makeup on her, she would look nice on the arm of a member of the gentry.

“We’ll have you sign the standard [courtesan] contract, of course.”

The contract was placed on the table with a pen and pushed towards her. Aziraphale looked at the daunting document before her.

~*~*~

Little did she know the relationship she would develop with her old acquaintance and future patron, or what trouble would be brewing while they were falling in love ...

The Ineffable Mrs Eastgate by TawnyOwl95 [E], WIP

Everyone likes Mrs Eastgate, including Sir Anthony Crowley. Even if it is a threat to his heart, and, sometimes, his dignity.

Mrs Eastgate likes Sir Anthony Crowley, could love him even. If only the infuriating man would stop proposing to her.

Also Miss Fell's Bookshop collection you might be interested in.

~Mod N

[sugako]

after dinner special

bokuto x f!reader x hinata sum: after seeing the way his teammate looks at you, bokuto comes up with a plan to help all parties cw: 18+ only minors dni i am begging you, established relationship (bokuto x reader), slight manipulation (?? reader/bo make a secret plan to seduce hinata and he wants to so not really but idk what else to tag it as), oral (f!receiving), double pussyjob, nipple play, orgasm denial, D/s, spit roast, unprotected, hinabo if you squint extra hard wc: 4.2k a/n: finally back from the dead with this wayyy overdue fic ive been thinking about/writing for months, no edits or beta bc i'm too impatient and haven't posted in so long

Above all else, Bokuto was incredibly perceptive to other’s emotions. Among other aspects, that quality had really drawn you to him even if it wasn’t as extraordinarily overt as his confidence and enthusiasm. His perceptiveness didn’t end with you, of course, he was well-connected with his teammates, which meant when he saw the way Hinata’s eyes just barely glazed over when he met you he knew there was something more happening in his head. He watched the burning grow in Hinata after he had witnessed the two of you had, quite obviously, snuck off to another room during a get-together at Meian’s, spit still drying at the corner of your dry, puffy lips a week prior.

Even he wasn’t sure what exactly his plan was as he started up in the locker room a couple weeks later, oversharing every little detail he could recall about your body, namely when it was under him. Ignoring Atsumu and Kiyoomi’s groans for him to stop while Shugo and Oliver snickered to themselves reminiscing about their own escapades from a handful of years ago, he focused on Hinata’s reaction.

Shōyō remained uncharacteristically quiet as he rambled on about how cute your soft tits were, only speaking to quietly excuse himself to the bathroom. He was careful, but not careful enough to hide the tent in his shorts.

Not one to keep a secret, the words came tumbling from his mouth when he burst into your shared apartment.

“I think Hinata likes you!” He managed, tearing off his shoes to stumble into the hallway to wrap you in a tight hug like he did nearly every day.

“I-...what?” You choke, wrapping a tentative arm back around him and peeling away to look at him in the eyes. “What do you mean?”

“Not like… I don’t know, I think he wants to fuck you.” The smile on his face doesn’t waver, only confusing you.

“I’m not sure how to take this.” You deadpan, brows just short of knitting together. “Why…?”

“Well if you would like that I certainly wouldn’t mind.” His teeth graze over your skin as he pecks messy kisses all over your cheeks and neck.

“You wouldn’t mind?” You blankly repeat back, holding his back by his muscled shoulders to make him look you in the eyes. “Because not minding something and wanting something are very different and I just want to make sure whatever we’re about to talk about we’re just being really clear.”

Bokuto inhaled a massive breath, squeezing his eyes shut tight as he collected exactly what he wanted to say to you. Before he could, the smell coming from the kitchen distracted his senses, leaving him to weakly exhale and blink his eyes open. “Talk over dinner?”

The long talk over the dinner table was eventually fruitful. After he collected himself and stuffed his rumbling stomach, Bokuto was better able to explain what he had seen in Hinata. It made you recall every time you had seen him and you would be lying if you said you didn’t see it too. He wasn’t exactly a subtle person.

When it came down to it, you certainly weren’t opposed. Bokuto certainly seemed interested in the prospect of sharing you, especially with his favorite prodigy as he liked to class him. You recognized that Hinata was attractive and you had to admit that the concept of being squished between the two thick, bubbly men was alluring as long as he was truly interested.

Before the full invitation to come over for dinner - specially prepared by you - had even slipped from Bokuto’s mouth, Hinata was eagerly accepting. Part of you dreaded the entire ordeal, anxieties bubbling up about the lead up and the talking beforehand that you had foolishly agreed to do most of. Over dinner you stayed a little quieter than usual, trying to gauge Hinata’s expression and body language.

When he politely excuses himself to use the restroom after finishing, Bokuto grabs your hand across the table, rubbing a thumb over your knuckles.

“If you’re nervous we can stop right here.” He whispers, grinning softly.

You can’t help but smile back, shaking your head. “No, I’m okay,” you assure him, “I am a little nervous, but I really want to.”

He opens his mouth to say something else, but is cut off by the sound of the bathroom door closing and the soft pad of Hinata’s feet down the hallway. Clearing your throat, you give a reassuring smile to Bokuto, and stand to face where Hinata soon pops out of.

“Hinata, would you-”

“Shōyō is fine!” He interjects. “Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“That’s fine,” you smile, ghosting your hand down his arm and resting your palm against his elbow. “Shōyō, would you mind helping me wash up in the kitchen. I feel bad asking the guest, but Kōtarō has something for you and you’ll get to it faster if I finish this.”

Hinata can feel his heart pounding behind his rib cage so hard he worries you can hear his pulse reverberating. You look so sweet with those pleading eyes staring at him, the warm touch of your fingertips sending heat to his chest.

“Of course, I don’t mind.” He nods, letting you lead him a room away to the kitchen.

“Great, thank you, this is such a big help.” You grin while placing the dirty dishes in the sink before you and handing him a dry towel. “You can just dry and put them in the cabinet in front of you.”

“Okay,” he says quietly, eyeing down your low-cut shirt as you squeeze your arms together and lean down to grab the first bowl. His eyes roll to the back of his head when you turn the tap on a little too fast and water splashes all over the front of your thin, pale dress, making the black lacy bra underneath pop.

“Whoops!” You exclaim, smiling a little too happily, feeling how his feet shift beside you. “This tap is a little loose, I always get messy and wet trying to do anything.”

He has to bite down hard on the inside of his cheek to keep from groaning, glad that your gaze is in the sink and not on his flushed face. He doesn’t want to feel this way about his friend’s girlfriend, but it’s so hard when you’re standing so close - did you take a step toward him? when did your hip start brushing against his? - and you look so pretty.

“So, Shōyō…” you start, handing him another dish, “Kōtarō talks about you a lot, you know.”

“Really?” His voice is pitched and strained, stopping short of choking on his own words.

“Yeah, he thinks you’re great. He was so excited when you joined the team. He, uh, he pays attention, a lot more than some people give him credit for.”

Hinata nods, carefully placing the bowl in the cupboard. “He’s great, I’ve always loved watching him play.”

“He’s fun to watch,” you agree, “You know he thinks….actually, can I just ask what your type is?” The words tumble out quickly as you try to gain confidence, a small bit of worry creeping into the back of your head.

“My type?” He repeats back, pausing in his drying motions. “I don’t know if I really have one. Just anyone I feel good with. Why?” When he turns to look at you again you’re turned to face him, a small smile lighting up your features.

“That’s a good way to look at things. I only ask because, well Kōtarō seems to think you have some kind of interest in me.” You force the words to come out casually, keeping your eyes on him. Hinata sputters and chokes on his own words, the way your hand comes down over his doing absolutely nothing to help him compose himself. “There’s no good way to say this, but he was thinking you could, uh well take what you’ve been thinking about, if you want to.”

Taking a deep swallow, he took a short deep breath to clear his mind. “And what do you think?”

Tension dissipates from your body at his question. “I think I would like you to do whatever you want. Touch me, kiss me, anything. Only if you want to.”

His fists clench and unclench again, gears turning in his head as he realizes this was planned. All those stories Bokuto told, the glint in his eyes for the past few weeks, the way you put yourself on display for him all night with that sly little smirk - it was all part of some plan. A little worried voice in the back of his head told him this was too good to be true. But you were offering yourself up to him, angled forward so your tits would pop and watching him so carefully as though he were a scared animal ready to run, and he knew it had to be true.

The timid, apprehensive look he had been sporting slowly drained from his face, replaced with a much more confident and delighted one. His hands moved from his sides to dig into your waist, lifting you up onto the counter behind you.

“Don’t tease me.” He whispers hoarsely, lips ghosting over the pulse of your throat. The loose dress Bokuto had purposefully picked out for you to wear for the evening rode up as Hinata settled his thick body between your welcoming knees.

“I’m not,” you pant, “Kōtarō really wanted this.”

A shuddered sigh comes from his chest as he rests his head against your shoulder, just barely kissing the soft spot between your neck and shoulder. You fidget restlessly, trying to pull his still body closer to no avail.

“Wanna know he wants this.” He says eventually. “I trust you, I just…”

“No, no, I get it.” You say a little too abruptly, fishing around for where your phone was tossed onto the counter. With shaky hands you hurried to click it open, immediately going to your messages, scrolling to the most recent chat with Bokuto where he depicted how much he wanted to see you fucked out on his and Hinata’s cocks in vivid detail. You push the phone into his hand. “You can scroll wherever, he mentioned it before that one’s just… yeah.”

“Oh, wow.” He breathes, glancing through a few other messages from earlier in the week. Gently, he sets the phone down beside you before pulling your hips to the edge of the counter. His lips collide with the base of your throat knocking the air right from you.

You wind your fingers up in his hair as he pressed harsh kisses straight down your front, his rough hands pushing the skirt of your dress up even higher, leaving the tops of your thighs completely exposed. He keeps journeying lower until his cheek is flush to the hem of your panties. When his nose presses up against the slowly growing damp patch leaking his shoulders heave as though to hold himself back.

“And he doesn’t want us to wait up…?”

Truthfully, you didn’t know completely. Bokuto had asked to make some kind of subtle move on Hinata in private, he figured it would be less stressful for the both of you, but he hadn’t said how far to go with him, and you weren’t really sure what he was doing in some other part of the house, and Hinata’s fingers were so hot against your skin…

“No, it’s fine.” You pant, desperation evident in your voice. He doesn’t need much more, hand moving to pull the stretchy fabric you had purposefully worn to the side, his wide tongue darting out to lap up the wetness seeping from you.

With an aching whine, you lean into his touch, massaging his head and bringing him closer to you with every burning second that passes. Not that you had expected him to be inexperienced by any means, but you hadn’t expected him to be so good. He was loud, moaning against your cunt as he buried his tongue inside of you, nose tapping against your pleading clit.

The sound of your breathy whimpers and the loud slurping squelches drowned out the steps coming down the hall or the kitchen door swinging open. Bokuto stood there for a moment with a small smile, admiring how pretty you looked like this, even if he wished it were him, but he couldn’t let the moment pass him by.

“Puppy,” he sighed. The first syllable was enough to make Hinata pop off of you and stumble back to turn around, eyes hazy and drunken of the taste of you. Ignoring the hardened look in Bokuto’s eyes, you pouted sweetly, spreading your legs a little more to let him see your soiled panties.

“Kōtar-”

“You’re being greedy, don’t you think, puppy? Going ahead without me like that.” He imitates you with a fake pout, the look never quite meeting his blazing eyes. You can feel what’s coming and make no more attempt to argue. Hinata is taking in the interaction, still halfway in his own daze. “She’s great, huh, Shōyō? Pretty little pussy and she makes the best noises, especially when she’s crying for your cock.”

Hinata swallows hard, absentmindedly palming over his pants where he’s quickly grown half-hard. “Yeah, she’s, yeah no, uh she’s really great. This is still okay?”

Both of you nod quickly, reassuring him, but you remain silent for now, trying to settle before you know what’s to come.

“Totally okay as long as you’re okay.” Bokuto drops the edge in his tone to carefully watch him for a moment, assessing.

“Completely.” He agrees with a dreamy sigh.

Nodding again, Bokuto approaches the two of you. Refusing to meet his eyes you stare just ahead at the door.

“Oh, don’t look so sad, puppy, you know you’ll get what you want in the end anyway.” He jabs as he scoops you over his shoulder and gives you a gentle pat on the back of your thighs. “Let’s at least go to the living room.”

You glance back at Hinata, mouthing a silent whoops, while Bokuto leads him around the corner. Bokuto plops into the corner of the couch, back propped up by the plush arm, and maneuvering your pliable body to sit comfortably in his lap with your back pulled up flush to his chest. You’re gently pushed forward so he can peel the dress off and unclasp your bra. He’s calm for now, at least on the outside, but you can feel his heart pounding through the thin fabric of his shirt.

“Don’t need these anymore,” he hums, latching his fingers in the sides of your underwear and motioning for you to lift your hips to let him slide them off. Hooking his elbows under your knees, he pulls your thighs to your chest, high enough so that he can palm your breasts. Quietly whining, you turn your head away so you don’t have to look directly up at Hinata - not that he’d notice your face with the way your cunt was glistening under the low, soft lights of the room. “Shh,” he directs at you before glancing back up at Hinata, “go ahead, but don’t let her cum.”

With a warm grin he gets on his knees between Bokuto’s spread legs. You almost felt too exposed, all power taken from your hands, splayed open like this. Bokuto slots his chin against your shoulder and presses the softest kiss to your cheek in stark contrast to the way his rough hands are kneading and pinching your sensitive breasts.

Hinata eagerly gets back to it, lavishing your cunt with softer licks than before, making your hips shake as they seek out more friction. While your neediness grows so too does Bokuto’s grip on you.

“So pretty,” he coos, eyes glued to where Hinata was firmly pressed against you. Pride bloomed in his chest at the sight of his teammate sloppily eating out his favorite girl so enthusiastically, appreciating you so much as he should.

It’s impossible for him to not get rock hard with the way you’re grinding down into his lap and the crude, wet sounds and groans vibrating from the back of Hinata’s throat.

“Taste so good.” Hinata grumbles, pulling back and forcing his tense hips to stop rutting into the couch cushion. He feels himself making a mess in his pants, hoping that he isn’t leaking through to your nice furniture, but he can’t quite bring himself to stop either. Both Bokuto and you watch the string - you’re not sure whether it’s his spit or your own wetness - that stays connected between your slit and his puffy, glossy lips.

“Good...good job.” Bokuto sighs. You’re not sure if he’s praising you or Hinata, but you don’t have much time to think too hard about it before he releases your legs and wedges his hands under between himself and you to pull his straining cock from his pants. Mind buzzing, still a little hazy from the feeling of Hinata’s tongue, you grab out from him, pulling on the band of his pants. Truthfully, he’s not quite sure what you’re asking for but he does know how tight his balls are and how inviting your cunt looks.

Just as Bokuto is settling his cock between your ass, Hinata’s pants are slipped off, thrown to the ground. He dips his head down to take one of your breasts into his mouth, moaning around you and pressing in close so his tip catches against your clit. At your whiny cry and keening, Bokuto lets out a low, single chuckle. “Don’t let her have your cock, not all the way. You were being so greedy earlier puppy, I don’t think you deserve it yet.”

Hinata keeps his mouth firmly planted on your chest and reaches down to perfectly slip himself between the top of your folds, acutely aware of Bokuto’s heavy head just barely bumping against the base of his own cock. They’re both so thick and heavy as they rabidly hump against you, Bokuto maneuvering your body for you back and forth across both of them. Everything is warm and wet between Hinata’s mouth on your chest and Bokuto’s lips kissing down the side of your neck.

The tease of release that’s been creeping up on you for so long draws closer and closer. Hinata’s cock is catching so exactly on your swollen clit and Bokuto’s tip keeps threatening to slip past your entrance, slick dripping past your thighs.

“Gonna, ahg, cu-cum!” You manage out, hips already bouncing on their own accord against them.

“Go ahead.” Bokuto says with a shaky breath, squeezing you as tight as he could between his body and Hinata’s. One more roll of their hips has you crashing down, pleasure rolling through your body. All you can feel is warmth and overwhelming satisfaction as you twitch between their arms, creaming across their cocks. “Good girl, good girl…” you faintly hear Bokuto coo into your ear as you slump back against him.

The buzzing, quiet moment is quickly squashed as he hoists you out of his lap and onto all fours. He’s talking to Hinata and you know you should be listening, but your pussy is still throbbing and you’re trying to catch your breath.

“...okay, baby?” You catch the very end of his sentence and blink hard, desperate to refocus.

“W-wait, what? Sorry, I just-”

“It’s okay, puppy,” he rubs a soothing hand down your back, slowly bringing you back to reality. “Need a second?”

You shake your head, the last of the fog slipping away. Before you, you see Hinata, his rigid cock slicked up by you only a few inches from your face. “I’m okay now, can you just say that again?”

“‘Course,” he grins, teasing your entrance, “I said I’m going to take your pretty pussy from back here and Shōyō is going to use your mouth. If you want.”

Wiggling your hips back to meet his and craning your neck up to look at Hinata you give a deft nod.

“I do, I want that.” You sigh.

Trembling with excitement, already so riled up from feeling you cum against him, Hinata shuffles the last bit forward. He’s pretty and much thicker than you had imagined. The tight strain of scattered veins and his heavy balls tell you all you need to know about how pent up he obviously is. Reaching out with palms still a bit shaky, you helped to reel him in the rest of the way with welcoming, parted lips.

You wrapped your fingers tightly around where you couldn’t quite reach, sloppily taking more and more of him with each bob of your head. His salty precum meshed with what was leftover of your own mess, the taste making you moan around his length.

Bokuto was trying to move slower now, recognizing that you were easily slipping, but the way you rocked your body back and forth bumping against his sensitive, reddened tip, he couldn’t hold back much more. Digging his fingers into your hip, he eased the motions of your body, lining himself up, resisting from plowing into you at full force.

“Ready?” He asks, nearly whining. At the sound of his voice, you pull off from Hinata, letting your quickly tiring jaw grow slack.

“Uh-huh.” You barely heave out before wrapping your lips around him again. So sure you can take both at once and not falter, you ramp back up to your original pace, slobbering down his cock, the click of your quick motions echoing around your head. Unfortunately for your ego, you’re dead wrong.

Bokuto wastes no time drilling himself into you, setting a bruising pace straight from the beginning. It’s all you can do to loudly moan around Hinata’s cock, still stuffed in your mouth by the slight pistoning of his hips, the way Bokuto is ramming you forward only forcing him deeper down your throat.

As you gag, sputter, and moan down his length, drool dripping onto the already soiled cushions below, Hinata feels the pressure building and building in his core. Electricity tingles down his limbs, aided by the fucked out look in your pretty eyes. He doesn’t even have to move now with the way Bokuto is railing you against him. He wonders if you realize he’s close when you suck a little tight, cheeks hollowing as you take a little more of him, the hand that had been working his base coming down to lightly hold his swollen balls.

You don’t know. At this point, you’re moving on autopilot, simply trying your best. Your brain doesn’t know where to focus - Hinata filling out your mouth or Bokuto as he purposely alternates between hitting against your spongy spot and deep inside of you. It’s all a mess of spit, sweat, and cum, but you don’t think you’ve felt the rush of pleasure that comes with being used so well by more than one person.

Bokuto doesn’t know how much longer he can last. You’re clamping around, cunt fluttering each time his digs in a little deep or Hinata’s cock twitches against your tongue. He can tell by the scrunched up expression on his friend’s face that he can’t last much longer and he doesn’t blame him. Between fucking against your pussy and being wrapped up in your pretty mouth, no one really could. He’s determined to hold out though, a little spark of competition lighting up his chest. When Bokuto’s strokes suddenly slow you groan again, the vibrations dragging a stuttered moan from Hinata’s pretty lips.

“Gonna, hngh, uh gonna cum.” He sputters out, hips quivering as he tries to hold back from fucking too far back into your throat. At that, Bokuto’s hips speed up again, forcing a little whimpered cry, muffled by the cock in your mouth, from you. Still, you force yourself to focus on Hinata, sucking him dry as soon as the first spurt of cum hits the back of your throat.

He cums fast and hard and a lot. It’s seeping out from your lips, making him messier than he already was until he’s pulling his softening length from your mouth and flopping back against the couch, gently rubbing your arm while he catches his breath. With a heavy grin, Bokuto shoves a hand between your shoulder blades, knocking you into Hinata’s lap. Somewhat in vain, you try to clean him off between the pitchy mewls and cries that you breathe out while Bokuto chases his own release.

In no time, he’s there again, his own pressure built up as high as it could just before he burst inside of you. He fucks himself raw, your tight hole sucking him in, his cum only making it easier to slip in and out of you. Knowing he’ll finish when he’s completely spent, you lie limp in Hinata’s lap and he lazily wraps a hand around the back of your neck, soothing the leftover tension. You recognize Bokuto’s nearly done when his cock stops twitching and his hips slot against yours with some finality just before he slumps over you.

Whining when he slips out, even soft his cock is still a tight squeeze, you fall all the way against the couch, legs giving out at last. He falls back against the back, moving your legs to sit on top of his thighs and massaging them with great care. Completely spent and drifting half-asleep you just barely hear him.

“So,” he starts, head lolling toward Hinata who’s still lightly working his fingers against your upper back, “Dinner next week?”

[loverontheleft]

Long anon has thoughts and I’m here to reply but also I’m fucking wasted

Okay, different anon, but I love giving unsolicited advice (joking, joking... kind of), so I had to chime in. Plus I think I’ve read RtL like 2 or 3 times in full now (way more if you count all the times I’ve read a chapter because of the sex scene and then just kept reading after that), so I’m very invested. God you’re better than me. I didn’t mind chapter 30. It wasn’t my personal favorite scene (that’s just really not my jam, if I wanna revel in the angst, I prefer the later chapters), but with some tweaks I do think it was a good addition. Like, it did give the relationship a little more, I’m not sure if this is the right word, respectability? Realism? Weight? It showed that they’re not just clouded by lust or the honeymoon phase. Which is where I get into the conflict of fanfic imagine writing vs fiction writing. Most fanfic readers seem like they don’t want the plot and the character growth and the realism. The point is fantasy. I can do that short-term, but in a long-haul series like this…angst is necessary. Tension is necessary. Their relationship doesn’t exist in this perfect little bubble, it’s “perfect” because they’re really compatible, and that’s even more important than love in a longterm relationship. It showcased how much Brendon is devoted to his work, which is one of the reasons the reader loves him, but it has the real possibility of causing real issues that they need to address and work through. Now, again, it needs a little work. I don’t love that B basically accused the reader of being intentionally malicious, and I also don’t love that she was more of the victim rather than it being a two-way conflict. I think it could’ve had more of a build-up (I know you said you sort of wrote this without a plan so it makes sense that the build-up wasn’t as much as I think it needed to be, but, hey, that’s the beauty of rewriting it.) and oh rewriting it will be a thing eventually. Like she doesn’t love that he’s overworking and she brings it up a few times throughout like 3 to 5 chapters before nationals, and it sort of gradually goes from the reader going, “hey I think your hyperfocus on your job is starting to affect both your quality of life and our relationship” (obviously in a way that’s more writer-y and less information dump-y lol) to “I’m starting to feel like a toy you play with when you’re interested and completely ignore when you have homework.” And then Brendon’s responses starting at, “oh I’m sorry, babe, I’ll manage my time a bit better,” all the way to, “why don’t can’t you respect my career?” Then in chapter 30, it all comes to a head and they full on fight instead of the previous semi-passive-aggressive communication they had before. I like you; you understand what my brain is trying to do with this rewrite.

ALL OF THAT BEING SAID, as much I think fighting and arguing can be healthy and necessary, I HATED the fight in chapter 19 (at least I think it’s 19. The one where he’s like, “just talk to him, you’re being crazy”). No it’s totally bullshit I hate it too; even writing it I was like ughhhh. I love your work and I don’t want to be rude, but this is just how I feel about one chapter in an otherwise beloved series. It’s not rude; that was jammed in there for the plot and god I hated it then and I hate it now it’s just bad writing. It’s that I just think it was so out of character, for both of them to some extent, but especially Brendon it was. Maybe it’s just the reader projecting her ex onto Brendon when she’s feeling distressed, so that’s why he seems SO different from the way he was in previous chapters (hell, even earlier in that chapter no it took a sharp left turn it’s a bad chapter) and than every other chapter afterward which okay can we agree Chapters 18-26 are whaaaat is happening and 27-31 are ?? and 32 is steamy forgiveness and then 33-36 are smut but so little plot and…oh god I have so much to rewrite I’m gonna cry but he’s so fiercely passionate and protective over, not just the reader, but sort of everything that he cares enough to invest time into (teaching, music, the reader, lovemaking 😏😂, etc.) that don’t think he would’ve proposed talking to the ex at all, much less become all cold and calculating and downright rude when talking to her. I almost think it would be more realistic if she said, offhandedly, “maybe I’ll just talk to him, try to get rid of him, give him some money, I just want this over with,” and Brendon AT THAT POINT would be like, “no absolutely not, you’re being crazy/irrational .” And then it would turn into a big fight because the reader not only feels condescended and invalidated, she’s starting to feel controlled and smothered, which in conjunction with all the feelings that have been brought up with the ex in town, makes her feel like she just needs to get away from B. I guess that wouldn’t have the same effect later on at the end with the lockdown drill which I really want to cut, good lord Cece it was so extra wtf (full disclosure: at the time of writing, the school where I was a teacher had an active shooter in the area but not on campus, so I was probably processing that?? See my note below about writing as therapy), but it would still kind of work. Instead of B realizing that the reader was right about the ex, it would be the reader realizing that B really just cares for her wants what’s best for her, and ofc B would have to apologize for saying that the reader’s crazy because that’s sooo shitty. Actually, now that I think about it, that might be more effective. Other than that one argument, there wasn’t a big question of whether or not B respected the reader and her judgment, but with the ex showing up, the reader was getting scared about being in another serious relationship and being so dependent on someone else oh definitely. Doesn’t help I was using writing as my therapy since I was very out of a mentally abusive six-year relationship. I just peppered in my own trauma left and right (drunk Cece put left and write at first lmao) and left the characters to figure it out and that’s not fair to y’all so it would be much better narratively to confirm to the reader that she can trust Brendon and that he cares for her even if he messes up rather than to just have an argument that gets resolved. Which would work too if it weren’t for the fact that the characters and dialogue were so off, just maybe not quite as well. Lots of changes to be made; you’re not wrong.

Okay, I’m sorry for talking your figurative ears off omg no I love it this is a craft revision and I’m so here for it. Feel free to say I’m way overstepping because, well, I am, but I’m a fan okay!!! Idk if you’re overstepping I’m too drunk but I don’t deserve fans I’m crying yall are so wonderful And I overthink EVERYTHING, so there’s that too haha same though. These are just things to consider and jumping off points, so don’t let it change whatever you have planned. I’m sure it’ll be great, and frankly, I mostly read for the smut anyway so I don’t know why I’m so invested in the plot LMAO this is why I’m worried about Dulce being a slow burn y’all just want the smuuuut and @beautiful-tragic-fallout can tell you there’s a huge difference between my fanfic writing and my fiction writing though you’d think they’d be similar. Maybe I’ll just write it as a novel, never post it here, hope it sells, and one day y’all can be like “this book plot sounds familiar… I remember this slut who wrote a bunch on tumbl—wait, is this author actually Cece?!?” Because, reminder, Cece is an abbreviation of my second middle name and very few people actually know it at all and my published fiction writing isn’t under Cece (I’m mostly joking, but really, as long as the porn’s good, you could write anything well, thank you.) I’m sure this whole ask is riddled with typos and forgotten words and bad grammar (brevity has never been my strength), so I’d also like to apologize for all that. Listen I’m so drunk right now…I didn’t even notice. And my responses probably are too.

[ggukramen]

Euphoria

pairing : Spiderman! Jeongguk x reader

genre : fluff, smut, probably angst at one point? idk I haven't planned that far

word count : 1,400 words

synopsis : walking late at night and someone comes to save you when you really didn’t need saving.

Lmao I have no idea where this is going.

Taking an abnormally long walk late a night through the busy streets of a crowded city seemed like counterintuitive to relaxing after a long day of student stress. Nothing seemed more comforting than being engulfed in the liveliness of the hustling concrete jungle around you yet being so completely left-alone and unnoticed. It was the polar opposite of what you felt during class, everyone not caring about anyone else yet so completely aware of each other. But at that hour and that moment, nothing mattered, as long as your feet carried you somewhere unbeknownst to you and you roamed the streets with no others attention pinned onto you, all your worries left your mind like dust floating away in the wind.

As the soft summer breeze brushed your face, you found yourself staring back at the deep blue water twinkling up at you, reflecting the newly woken stars into your eyes. You watched intently as you were greeted with your distant face, barley visible in the gentle ripples dancing across the water, deep in thought : lips bitten, eyebrows furrowed. To think that these waters were watching you, you - a tiny speck in its ancient memory, witnessing things for years back : wonderful things, events, moments- yet at that at that time, it was witnessing you in thought.

You lean closer, your hands pressing harder against the bar as your body rested on the cold metal which kept you from tumbling into your reflection which laid below you. Ripples distorted the image in the liquid, not so gentle anymore, distributing themselves so rapidly as if they were running from something. You tilted your head and squinted your eyes as you inched closer forward, the cold bar now pressing against your stomach in its last attempt to keep you falling as you strained to look under the metal structure that you were currently situated on.

You were very aware of how dangerous this situation may have looked to someone who were to see you but nobody in the whole of Seoul was watching : in the middle of one of the most populous cities in the world, no one cared to give their attention to even spare glance at you. The only one watching you was the river below you, coincidently the same river who was watching the exact thing you were dying to see. Then you saw it, appearing so fast that you thought it was a fragment of your imagination but slow enough to be caught, a black slither of something swiped across the extensions of the metal poles keeping the very thing you were standing on from crumbling down into the deep waters below you. Without thinking your eyes followed, then your head then your torso, pushing you even further against the bar at your waist, all in attempts to capture the alluring mystery slithering below you.

But before your eyes could even adjust to the darkness something hit your back and a surge of fear struck through your body, and just as quick as it hit you, the force pulled you back, the wind blowing past you due to the rate you were taken. A scream made its way up your throat but it never made it out as the breath was kicked out of you as your back collided with something hard and as arms wrapped around your waist in close proximity.

“Please, don’t jump”

And at that moment, you knew someone was watching.

With shaky hands, you let your fingers reach up to touch the arms clad in a red and blue disguise, your head tilted upwards were your eyes met the masked face your saviour.

“Please” he said, his voice sounding out of breath, “don’t jump”

Never in your mind had you even thought that this worshipped hero would ever interact with you let alone ‘save you’, let alone sounded like he cared for you.

But in that moment, that didn’t matter. Your heart jumped in you ribcage and it wasn’t due to the shock you received seconds before.

“I wasn’t going to” you let out briefly, mind trying to process how close you two were.

“Are you sure? It looked like you were” he said quietly, close to your ear, arms encasing you becoming loose to your dismay.

To stop your cheeks from heating up even more, you stepped away, breaking the barrier that he had around you as he brought his hands back to his sides. You turned, and made eye contact? with the boy in front of you. He was taller than you expected, you had only ever seen him once, swinging from building to building on your way home from school but other than that you had only the photos that appeared on your feed ranging from low quality snapchat videos to photographs from multiple news articles.

To think that this boy who watched over the city every day in his way to protect it and it’s millions of citizens, was watching you.

“I really wasn’t” you let out slowly, glancing back at the pool over the railing, “something just catched my attention”

Your eyes broke away from the enticing waters to look back at the friendly neighbourhood spiderman.

He brought his hand to rub the back of his neck, his head tilting to the side, “okay, but please be carful next time” he said sweetly, looking -you assumed, back at you, “I wouldn’t dare to think what would happen if you did”

Your eyes furrowed at his comment and your tried not to spurt out a “what?” but just allowed yourself to dwell in the confusion he let upon you with his words.

You tried not to think too much about it, he’s a freaking super hero for God’s sake, he’s meant to say things like that. You scolded yourself for letting your imagination get the best of you and cringed in the embarrassment you put upon yourself.

As if he’d have a thing for you, are you fucking stupid?

He let his hand come down to rub his arm and he let out a deep breath, “It’s a bit late, do you often go out at this time?”

You pondered before you answered, “sometimes, just some times”

He nodded his head,” Well, you should be careful, walking alone at night isn’t a good idea, you could get hurt, kidnapped, mugged” he ranted in a way of scolding and warning you but at the same time keeping the same polite and caring tone. You supposed he gave this lecture to many before you, having saved others from situations much worse than yours.

You nodded your head, he was right, “I understand”

He sighed, sensing the change in your emotion “Don’t you have school tomorrow or something?” he questioned.

“I do” you said tiredly, dreading the struggle in the morning, “I should head home”

Somehow your heart dropped, you new after this that there was 0 to little chance that you would ever talk to this boy again, yet here you are trying to leave.

He nodded in agreement, “Just keep an eye out walking home okay? Just- be careful”

You smiled at the sweetness of his messages, a small laugh leaving your throat, “I will, but you’ll be there watching me right?”

You could tell that your words affected him, by the way he shifted his head and the way his posture straightened. You felt proud at this little achievement of yours but deep in you mind you had to remind yourself, “he’s a superhero, he does this all the time, stop over thinking”

And with that you began letting your feet carry you away as you waved towards your temporary guardian angel, “Thank you spiderman”

The hero brought his hand up to waved back at you as he lifted the other up, hand aimed in position, “No problem,” and a long web shot from his wrist, darting away in the distance attaching to one of the tall structures in the concrete jungle you stood in.

“See you around” he saluted as he ran to the edge of the bridge and jumped up and off the railings, swinging away into the buildings which made up the city around you, leaving you smiling at the red and blue blur who was deeply loved by the people of Seoul and starting from that night, you.

[bizawa-sensei]

So this is a fluff fic I wrote for KiriTetsu because those boys don’t get enough love as a ship. It was originally gonna be a one shot, but there’s a second “chapter” I’ll share after this, and from there, I think it’s just going to evolve into a cute little collection of one shots that all take place in the same canon established in the first chapter. Idk. Either way, enjoy and feel free to leave feedback! I’m new to this!

“Just Guys Being Dudes: A Love Story”

Ship: KiriTetsu

Genre: Romance/fluff

Word count: 1,295

“Promise you’re not gonna freak out. Okay, bro?”

Kirishima could hear the nervousness in his own voice. He wondered how he had wound up here, about to confess his feelings to his handsome, silver-haired friend. He’d never really liked anyone before, at least not like this, so he had no idea what he was doing.

C’mon. Be a man. Just tell him how you feel.

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When he’d first heard about their similar Quirks during the sports festival, Kirishima had been annoyed, to say the least. He struggled to believe his Quirk was good enough to be a hero to begin with, but now there was some other guy with basically the same ability? How was he supposed to stand out? Hardening isn’t the flashiest Quirk, after all. Then, of course , they’d been matched up in the one on one fights and, of course, it had ended in a draw.

To be fair, that day did have certain... redeeming qualities. First and foremost, Kirishima had won the tie breaker. Then there was the strange feeling in his chest when he’d first touched Tetsu’s hand for said tie breaker, and hearing the other boy cheering him on in the stands once he progressed.

That night, Kiri could hardly sleep. His thoughts darted around his head like ricocheting bullets. Was Tetsu a threat? What was that feeling he’d had when they clasped hands? Why did hearing Tetsu cheer for him make him so... happy? Shouldn’t they be rivals? Or are they going to be best bros? Why couldn’t Kiri think of anything else?

As the school year progressed, the two of them became close friends. They’d ended up bonding over the strange number of similarities they shared. Their Quirks, their determination, their dedication to being the best men they could be. They even had the same birthday.

The two boys were surprised when they unknowingly chose the same pro hero to study under for their workplace training, but this only ended up bringing them closer. Kirishima had been impressed at the way Tetsu had handled the League of Villains’ attack on the training camp. It was one of the manliest things he’d ever heard and for some reason, imagining Tetsu defeating Mustard in the face of unimaginable odds made Kiri’s knees just a tiny bit weak.

For his part, Tetsutetsu had been impressed with Kiri’s abilities as well. The bravery he displayed in saving that cocky blonde prick from the League was incredible. Stupid, maybe, but incredible nonetheless. There’s was a strong friendship built on mutual respect. They really were best bros.

But in recent weeks, Kirishima had started to realize what those feelings he’d had since the sports festival really meant: he had a crush on his bro. He’d never really had a crush on anyone before, so it took him a little while to grasp exactly what was happening. Once he did, Tetsu was all he could think about.

Their workouts had always been fun, but now they were the highlight of Kiri’s day. He found himself daydreaming about what Tetsu’s lips might feel like on his own, or what it would be like for their friendly “bro hugs” to last just a little bit longer. Kiri was thankful for the natural flush his workout built up; it was a perfect mask for the blush that dusted his cheeks when he looked at his friend.

It had only been a few months, but to Kiri, it felt like years. He couldn’t stand holding it back anymore. He had no idea how Tetsutetsu would react if he confessed his feelings, but he hoped they could at least remain friends. They were too close not to... right? Nothing as simple as a crush would come between them. It couldn’t. They were bros.

All of these hidden feelings and anxieties finally came to a head one evening as the friends walked back to their dorms from the gym. It was their standard routine. That day, though, Kiri asked Tetsu if they could stop for a bit and just sit.

“It’s just a really nice day, dude. Let’s sit in the shade and relax a little,” he’d suggested.

Tetsutetsu wasn’t really surprised. Kiri was generally more laidback than his friend was, and Tetsu had to admit that sometimes it rubbed off a little.

“Sure, man. Sounds good,” Tetsu replied. They made their way to a nice patch of grass under a tree and plopped down side by side. There was a lovely view of the sunset there, and Kiri really hoped that would work in his favor.

“Hey, so... there’s something I really need to tell you,” Kirishima began.

“What is it, dude? You know you can tell me anything,” his friend said.

Kiri could feel the heat rising in his face and he hoped it wasn’t too obvious. (It was. His face was as red as his hair and Tetsu briefly worried that his friend might have developed a fever.)

“Promise you’re not gonna freak out. Okay, bro?”

“I promise. But hurry it up, man. You’re making me nervous.”

Kirishima took a deep breath to steady himself.

“I... think I kinda like you. You’re really strong and manly and cool and... your face is really nice to look at,” Kiri said, his words tumbling out nervously. “I totally get it if you don’t feel the same way, but not telling you felt really cowardly and I really hope you’ll still be my bro.”

“Are... are you serious?” Tetsu asked, his face unreadable. Kiri looked at the ground, half expecting his friend to punch him or something. “Dude... I like you too. Like, a lot. I just wasn’t man enough to tell you.”

Kiri looked up at Tetsutetsu and saw that he was blushing. He’d never seen a look like that on the other boy’s face; he actually looked kind of... shy.

Before he could stop himself, Kirishima leaned in and planted a quick kiss on Tetsu’s cheek, making both boys blush even deeper. They sat in nervous silence for a moment, neither daring to look at the other.

“I think... it was really manly of you to tell me that,” Kiri said, finally breaking the silence.

“Thanks, dude. I think it was really manly of you too,” Tetsu replied quietly. “So... does this mean you maybe... want to be my boyfriend?”

Tentatively, Kiri placed a shaky hand on Tetsu’s.

“I... would really like that, bro,” he said, smiling up at the steely-haired boy beside him. Tetsu looked down at him for a moment, before his eyes darted back down to their touching hands on the grass between them.

“Does... I mean, would it... would it be okay if I kissed you?” Tetsu asked, barely audible.

Kirishima said nothing in reply. He simply leaned in and gently placed his lips on Tetsu’s. Their first kiss was slow and soft, something neither of them had ever experienced, and in that moment, both boys wished it could last forever.

They sat under the tree until curfew, slowly adjusting to the newness of the situation. When it was time to go inside, they walked back to Heights Alliance together (still somewhat nervously) holding hands, both of them slightly in shock but settling into the feeling of being together. When they arrived at the dorms, Kiri turned to face Tetsu.

“Hey... thanks for not freaking out or anything. I’m really glad this happened,” he said, looking into his new boyfriend’s dark eyes.

“I am too,” Tetsu replied, before gathering all his courage and kissing Kiri gently on the lips one last time. “Good night, dude.”

“Night, bro.”

They exchanged sharp-toothed grins and parted ways. Neither of them could sleep a wink that night... and neither of them could stop smiling.

[apatheticanvas67482]

Read this if you want , either way it's here lol

Dylan O'Brien thing, idk I've never posted anything before so

@mischiefandi thanks so much for being supportive

@dotinspace

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Y/N wasn’t exactly sure why she allowed herself to be talked into this. She’s only been out on 4 dates with the guy. Yet here she was, cowering in the corner of a jostling room full of people, abandoned.

Okay fine not abandoned. Dylan had gone to get a couple beers, but he’d been gone for like 4 years seconds. Shut up Y/N, you’re being ridiculous. Dylan had been a tether to herself and now he was gone Y/N realised just how out of character this place was for her with its pulsing walls and blinding lights. Y/N had walked into this room and seen the mass of people, and this is where there would be a beautifully accurate description of flurrying emotions that had overcome her – you know, the kind of thing one reads in novels and poetry – however that isn’t reality. The reality was that what one feels is often indecipherable or at least incalculable, unable to be dissected and explained. And in the moment, every fibre of her being had just screamed, NO.

If it hadn’t been for Dylan, that would’ve been it. Y/N would have left: she would have driven home and curled up on the sofa until the world decided to move on to the next (hopefully uneventful) day. Unfortunately, or fortunately, however one decides to look at it, Dylan had been there. He had wrapped one arm around Y/N and squeezed her shoulder, leant in real close and whispered, “Thank you. I can’t tell you how much you… here, means. I hate these things alone.” So yeah, guess what? Y/N stayed.

Y/N’s internal monologue was then abruptly and rudely interrupted by some legless giant came tumbling into her–an impressive feat considering she stood significantly apart from the main cluster of merriment – he knocked them both back into the wall with quite a force. The guy weighed a tonne and didn’t seem to be making any attempt to move off of her. With utter resignation, it dawned on Y/N that he was decidedly out for the night. What the hell was the protocol for this? Grumbling, nothing really coherent, she pushed herself up and into his chest. Sweaty. Gross. Why. Many irritable grumbles later, Y/N had managed to situate the wasted man against a wall. “Maybe don’t get so off your face next time,” She huffed, exasperated and frankly exhausted, at his slack expression and floppy blonde bangs. On second thoughts… Y/N nudged him into a sort of up-right recovery position. It’s funny how people lack all intimidating qualities the moment they’re passed-out stupid. Had he been awake, Y/N would be scrambling away, squeaking out an apology for something or other. Life was real funny that way.

Y/N considered one drunk moron to be the quantity to stop with, she just wanted Dylan to come rescue her. She glanced around and spotted him shuffling impatiently at the bar, long fingers stretched out messing with a tooth pick as he shot polite smiles to the man doing absolutely nothing behind bar. The 30-something bar tender chewed slowly on a splinter of wood whilst flirting shamelessly with a blond shouldn’t-be-here aged boy. It was shame, Dylan wasn’t blonde, maybe he’d have been served by now. Y/N wrinkled her nose at the image of a blonde Dylan. Evidently, Dylan suddenly clocked that the pick between his fingers had probably been left there by the tender. His hand jumped back like he’d been shocked, and he looked around sheepishly as he wiped it on his jeans. Y/N snorted into her hand at the sight, she’d have to tease him about that later. One would think the sensible thing would be for Y/N to go join him. However, one would be wrong because the bar stood against the opposite wall to Sleeping Beauty and herself, which, as already stated meant nope, she would not be doing that. She began to retreat to her corner when the very small sense of accomplishment Y/N had from surviving alone this long left her and an empty beer bottle rolled under her foot. Oh no. Y/N’s stomach did a somersault before she hit the floor, butt first. Ow. Heat flushed her face as a couple of people glanced her (briefly but still). For f@ck sake, Y/N. Her and Hypnos to her right must of looked like a real pair.

“Y/N?” Dylan made his way over to her, “What happened, are you okay?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow in the direction of her passed out friend. A fresh wave of blushing lit up Y/N’s face, she nodded dumbly in reply. Dylan crouched down close and set a pair of drinks down on the floor, a hand resting on her shoulder. And for whatever reason, Y/N stared, completely mesmerised by his eyes that glinted with a shade of amusement. In that moment his irises radiated comfortable warmth, reminiscent of coffee in the morning. Flecks of amber swirled, telling the rest of his eyes that Y/N could be hurt. His hair, although a darker shade, was no more ‘just brown’ than his eyes. The gelled, messy styling gave the hot yet dishevelled impression that he had just woken up. It almost certainly took a sizeable portion of time to ‘perfect’. Y/N wondered briefly what he would look like just after waking up, on a lazy morning. She wondered if maybe, she wanted to find out. Her gaze roamed over his features and came to rest on his lips which quirked upwards.

“Y/N?” Y/N trained her stare back onto his eyes. Those eyes. Those eyes which contained the most captivating and infectious laughter Y/N had ever heard. No sound was required yet when he did laugh, Y/N knew she was gone.

“Yeah” she breathed. Realising that she had done so with ease brought a small smile to her lips. The thumping in her chest had subsided, the rush of blood no longer echoed in her ears. Y/N beamed.

“You know?” Dylan ventured, “Over at the bar I did some thinking, and maybe we could save the parties for the double-digit dates.”

“Oh, so you’re thinking ahead, are you now?” She grinned, pausing to take another scan of his face, and leaned in closer. The rest of the room had long since fallen away. “I like that plan too.”

In one swift motion, he was on his feet and had her hands in his, long fingers gripping gently and lifting her to her feet. Dylan wrapped his arm back around her to leave. The pair pressed against each other as they went. Two drinks abandoned, were left alone together on the ground.

And yeah, Y/N knew why she had allowed herself to be talked into this.

[nightbts]

Hey Darcy! This is v random but I need to tell someone bc idk what to do. I'm in love. None of my friends would accept it, and ik that true friends would accept anyone that I like but they won't take me seriously. I've never seriously been in love before and this person is someone everyone likes at my school, he's that kind of guy that gets a lot of attention just for his looks tho, so they would never believe I actually like him for more than that. Idk what to do, please help!

awhh, when I can first-hand relate to this *sighs*

Well let me first off by saying this: nobody else but you knows your true feelings! 

When this happened to me a couple months ago, several of my friends thought it was just one of those “passing crushes” and always took it as a joke and even went far as to telling him and teasing him (thank god he never took it seriously) so back then I was soooo upset because here I was genuinely afraid bc my friends didn’t believe in me. But let me tell you, just cause they do that doesn’t mean they’re not your true friends. A couple months later, I talked to each of them individually how I really felt and stressed to them how much my crush had meant to me and through that, even though they hadn’t approved of my crush itself, they understood and accepted my feelings for him (although the “you deserve more than him” comments would never end hahaha). 

But there’s another side to this I also want to discuss, and this is from your friends’ perspectives. When I first liked my crush, it was around spring this year and it took nearly till October-November this year for any of them to realize how genuine my feelings for him were because they’d lasted that long. BUT, I don’t want to seem like one of your friends who’d dismiss your feelings but since I went through this, I want to advise you. I essentially had my first love with this crush, first real love and it scared me when I realized that but guess what now? 

This guy is almost as dead to me as some of the weird kids I went to school with in middle school. 

You might be thinking, how on earth did that happen, but it just did one day. I started realizing that the crush I was talking, dreaming, thinking about all the time isn’t really my crush at all but my crush in a way I had shaped and imagined him a way to be. Even though I interacted with him daily, I still managed to like a version of him that essentially didn’t exist. I only believed in his good qualities and COMPLETELY dismissed his bad ones, and in the recent weeks those bad qualities all came tumbling down on me one by one and that’s when I realized I had spent the last several months blindly in love with a person my brain had made up. 

So, the reason I’m saying this to you is not to say that “oh yea you’re crush and love for him isn’t real” pls do not take it that way because love and life work differently for everyone. But since you’re true concern is that your friends are not accepting your feelings and taking it lightly my main advise to that would be: talk to them seriously, SHOW them your feelings are genuine, whether it be in the manner you defend him or in the way you praise how amazing he is in front of them, show them how much he really means to you, and any friend should then realize it. (and if they don’t well girl, give me their # and i’ll talk some sense into them hahaha)

I hope my depressing love life story helped yours (hopefully not as sad as mine)!!