#the pink juice incident my beloved

[wintersera]

g!p chaewon x sub!reader x g!p yunjin

notes: it’s my first time writing a threesome fic so,,, anyways yeah yippee!! thanks to sakura’s wh*re anon for requesting i had sm brainrot

cw: not proofread, g!p chaewon/yunjin, chaewon is mean :(, slut shaming, degradation, praise, two cocks in one hole?!??, oral (receiving), reader only receiving, dubcon??, cheating, creampie in a way.

word count: 0.8k

meeting them face to face one day after the whole discord vc incident, what you didn’t know is that they were listening in. your plan was to make friends with them at first since they’re your beloved girlfriends close friends from a lonngg time ago, but both of them had ulterior motives.

coming back to one of their houses thinking you guys were just gonna hang out after you’ve spent god knows how long in an arcade. chaewon, the shorter girl latches onto your arm dragging you to their massive couch, telling you to wait a couple of minutes. you do as you’re told, watching both huddle together, yunjin and chaewon whisper whilst giggling. they finally end their giggling session and look at you, chaewon smirking at you and yunjin licking her lip’s eyeing you up and down. gone from your vision real quick, yunjin lifts you up and keeps you in place, unable to escape her grasp you begin to panic. what the actual fuck is going on? chaewon excitingly unbuttoning your white blouse and pulling down your skirt, exposing your matching set of lacy pink lingerie.

“wow it’s almost as if you were waiting for this to happen to you y/n. you’re that much of a slut that you wore this under your outfit?”

unable to answer her you stare at the ground. you’re vulnerable right in front of your girlfriends two besties that you met for the first time and now they’re degrading you? now why is this turning you on….

“chaewon, look at her she’s not even responding… i think you went too far”

“jen don’t be a pussy, you heard her over the disc vc. she’s a little slut look at how wet she is already” gathering up the wetness in between her fingers. you didn’t even release you were completely soaked.

“wait what do you mean discord vc? did sakura not- oh fuck” embarassed, you look to the right to avoid their stares. sakura omfg…. but anyways the situation you were in is quite tough, your girlfriends two hot friends are trying to fuck you right now and you might as well take the opportunity.

chaewon already ready for action springs onto you, pulling your panties down your leg. “fuck you’re actually so wet, jen come look at this” the taller girl looking down from behind you, eyeing the string of wetness from your pants to your cunt. stunned at this sudden pressure from behind you, you could only assume that it was yunjins cock pressing against your ass. and damn.. it’s massive. mentally drooling at the thought, you grow wildly aroused. maybe chaewon is right, you are a slut. kneeling infront of you chaewon blows on your puffy clit wanting to get a reaction out of you, fortunately it worked really well, already squirming in yunjins arms biting down your lip so you don’t let a moan roll from your tongue. not really giving a fuck anymore, you take your available hand and shove chaewon into your pussy. her lapping up your wetness like a dog, spit and your juices dripping everywhere, down your thighs and down chaewons chin.

the taller girl, feeling left out :(( taking out her cock and telling you to take it. and you do, so well. “oh my god, y/n you’re so tight i feel like im already gonna cum” gasps leaving her mouth as she slowly thrusts in and out of you from behind. praises on how good your pussy feels to her leaving her mouth in breathy low moans. “s-shit oh my god… you feel so good, you’re pussy is so warm”

“HEY, wait a minute that’s not fair i want to be in y/n’s pussy too” she exclaims as she leaves in between your thighs, pushing one of your legs in the air creating more space for her to push her cock into you. taking off her pants she’s whips out her dick immediately already teasing the tip at the entrance even though yunjin is already there.

“h-hold on a minute… i don’t think i can fit two of you in m-” cutting you off she shoves in her cock anyways, filling you up. two in your pussy is a whole new sensation, feeling like your cunt was about to break if one of them didn’t start moving. it was awkward at first, yunjin going at a slow pace, taking her time to savour your cunt while chaewon was rutting into you. i mean it felt good, but it was all too confusing. eventually the got the hang of it both pumping in and out of you at the same speed, fuck it feels so good. chaewon fervently nipping at your neck and yunjin leaving open mouthed kisses on your back. overwhelmed with all these sensations you instinctively grab chaewons arm cursing loudly as you cum, creaming all over their dicks. the two of them feeling you tighten around their cocks sending them into pure bliss shortly after yours. their cum filling you up, stomach showing a bump from all their cum. eventually pulling out after they helped you and themselves ride out eachothers high, cum spilling down your thighs and to the floors.

[cupidrunkingdom]

Drunken confession!

Pink juice incident! Vampire X Male! Reader (He/They)

Last night, Vampire had begun staring at you from across the bar, mesmerized. He was normally a very spacey person, so him staring at the same place for minutes on end wasn’t uncommon, but it felt much different this time. He wasn’t staring at just anything, he was staring at you. Beautiful you.

Was it just the mysterious brew his sister had made for him talking, or did his heart flutter more than usual when staring at you?

Having a crush on you was normal of him, of course. But that didn’t change the fact that tonight he was even more infatuated, and felt even more confident. So, he ordered himself another of the special pink wines and got up, moving next to you.

He said something stupid, Vampire didn’t really remember what he said, but he knew it was probably something stupid, a dumb pickup line most likely. He remembered that you laughed, though. And that your laugher made his heart thunder out of his chest, so loud he thought for sure you must have heard it.

There must have been some small talk after that, though he was really only staring at your eyes. You were staring at his, too. As if there were two conversations happening at once. One verbal, dull and full of irrelevant blabber; and another mysterious nonverbal communication. The second conversation grew as he put a hand on your lap, before waiting for your reaction. You looked down at his hand and looked back up, smiling. It was the permission he needed to allow his hand to rest there for a while as you went back to your dull conversation.

The words in that unspoken conversation were soon itching to escape his throat, even though he knew that he wouldn’t be able to say them as eloquently as he imagined.

“Has anyone told you… you’re one of the prettiest guys in Sparkling’s juice bar?” He blurted out suddenly.

He saw the blush run across your face as you dismissed it shyly.

“Hey, I’m telling the truth, really.” He assured, nudging you playfully. “I’ve seen so many people come in and out of the juice bar, but you’re the prettiest. Really I can’t stop staring at you.”

Suddenly, you did something he would have never expected. You grabbed him by the frilly collar on his shirt and kissed him. He gasped in surprise, deepening the kiss. When you both parted for air, he looked at you with a large, dopey smile.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

[shirophantomvox]

Flower Pedals Hisoka x reader Part 2

Part 1

❤️♣️❤️♣️

As the day went on, Hisoka volunteered as a chaperone to your younger cousins. They wanted to play in the water while Hisoka sat under a coconut tree, sipping on a strawberry margarita. It would be pointless for an intoxicated man to be a chaperone but he is quite immune to heavy alcohol. Somehow, the sun’s beautiful reflection made Hisoka look like the man you slowly fell for. His job as a bodyguard for the most dangerous mafia in the country, his ability to speak French like a flipped switch, and of course his bulging muscles. Seeing him interact well with your cousins made him seem father-like. But why did he have to act so egotistical? Why couldn’t he be like the guys you saw on the Hallmark channel? Is being loved that hard to ask for? Then the hurtful incident earlier that day entered your mind once again. You didn’t want to break up with Hisoka but it was the only choice.

A tear ran down your face, something you hadn’t done in a while. A silent weep is something everyone needs to do once in a while but weeping in front of others can feel humiliating. Suddenly, you hear a knock on your door and someone enters without your permission. You quickly wiped your tears away and turned around quickly expecting it to be Hisoka. Instead, it was your beloved uncle smiling with a DVD in one hand and popcorn in the other but once he got a quick glimpse of your sad face, his smile disappeared. This time he didn’t run to your rescue but rather asked what’s wrong from a distance. He already knew it had to do with Hisoka but he was curious to hear more.

“Is it about your boyfriend?”

“Yes…”

“Did he hurt you?”

“Physically, no. Emotionally, yes. He has flirted with many people and disregards that I am there. He used to be all over me and now he acts as if I do not exist!”

“That’s horrible. But I have to break it to you. Some men like it when their significant others are jealous. It’s thrilling to them. If you dislike that, you should tell him.”

“I have! He will not listen to me!”

Your uncle grunted in anger and shook his head. He placed his index finger and thumb under his chin, thinking hard about something. Tears rolled from your eyes and felt like they could not stop.

“Come with me, darling.”

Following behind your uncle like a 5-year-old, he led the way to his newly renovated basement, and in that basement stood something that mimicked a lab. He removed a large blanket that covered a table full of glass test tubes and pink liquid. You were hopelessly confused as to why your uncle was smiling at his little creation.

“Uncle…what is all this?”

“Can you guess?”

“Sorry. I have no idea what it is.”

“It’s a love potion!”

You gasp and step back rather far from him. You frowned, not believing what your uncle has told you. Love potions were depicted and always fictional; they simply don’t exist. Hell, Cupid DOES NOT exist and yet he claims that he has made a love potion?! You have always known your uncle to be a wacky man but NOT THIS wacky! Not only did he have a small test tube of this love potion but he had at least 100 small bottles of it too!

“Uncle….don’t tell me…”

“Maybe Hisoka can take a shot of this…”

“U/N! No! That’s wrong!”

“Huh?”

“If he doesn’t love me anymore, I’ll break up with him. Plain and simple.”

“But y/n!-“

“No buts!”

Gosh, you sound like your aunt!

“Why do you have that anyway? I could have sworn you and auntie madly in love anyway.”

“We are….” He stopped talking for a brief moment as he made his way to the door. He did not want your aunt to overhear him speak or else she’d have his head.

“We’ve had a few tiffs lately and she is being distant. I was thinking of giving her this potion.”

“You can’t just…give her that! What if she’s allergic to any ingredient you put in there?”

“SHHH! It’s not a drug, ok darling? It’s essentially a cupid’s arrow in liquid form.”

“Oh yeah! And Santa Claus is real, right? Come on Unc. I’m going to sleep now.”

“Y/N wait! Wait!” Your uncle ran up the stairs after you to try and have an actual heart-to-heart conversation with you. In reality, The love potion wasn’t anything that would harm Hisoka or your auntie; it was something that everyone had. This “love potion” has many variants in the market already. It has its own juice, pop, and merchandise line. When people gave testimonies about them falling madly in love with their partners, you thought it was an absolute joke!

The day had reached 11 PM. The sun had set for the day and the bright stars shined brightly against the beach. Chrollo and the others had left hours ago probably forgetting that you and Hisoka had tagged along. As you cleared the dinner table, the love potion sat there, in its small slender glass frame. This had been extracted so it could be digested but still, you didn’t go anywhere near it.

“Don’t leave this unattended. If a person drinks too much, they’ll become a fool for you and as romantic as that sounds, it can be VERY overwhelming.”

As you turned the lights off downstairs, the front door barreled open. Your eyes had been adjusted to light for the last few hours; seeing in the dark was nearly impossible. But one thing is for sure, that infamous bubble gum small dashed towards your nostrils.

Hisoka.

The lights turned on once again and this time, they began to flicker a little. Hisoka’s piercing golden eyes were able to grab a hold of yours instantly. It felt like you were paralyzed with sudden fear and anger. So many emotions raged throughout your body; your brain sending many signals to the various parts of your body. Both of your cousins come running in, arms stuck out like airplanes zooming all through the living room. One flew underneath Hisoka’s legs and the other flew many times around you. Their sudden joy made you smile a little; they were so full of joy and hope…that is until they grow up.

“I like your boyfriend, y/n!”

“Yeah! He’s so fun! He taught me how to play Poker!”

“You what?!”

“Hey! She needs to know in case she needs to make some cash.”

“Ok, you two. Up to bed. Mom and Dad are waiting for you.”

Both of your cousins zoom into their rooms making loud airplane noises.

“I must admit, I see potential in those kids. They made their own marshmallows, mingled amongst people their age, and even reminded me when their bedtime was.”

He looked from the staircase to you. “Thank you for—“ he stopped as he looked at your angry face.

“—Are you still mad about earlier?”

“What do you think, jerk?”

“Would you stop playing hard to get? You haven’t given me a kiss today.” He bent down and puckered his lips, expecting you to respond. Instead, you turn the lights off leaving a kiss-less Hisoka in the dark. Hisoka stood in the middle of the dark living room beyond confused at your actions.

Finally! Alone at last. No one to interrupt your thoughts or sleep, just you in your auntie’s guest room. The bed was extra comfy! It was so fluffy that it almost made you get up and inside Hisoka to sleep with you.

“No. He needs to learn his lesson,” you thought to yourself. Besides, a non-married couple sleeping in the same bed together was NOT going to fly in this house. Before you knew it, your eyes were closed for what felt like 20 minutes but were actually 8 hours. The sun beamed through the curtains acting as your silent alarm clock. Stretching your muscles and yawing felt amazing after a good night’s sleep. Checking your phone was a reflex but feeling an odd source of shadows made you freeze. As you slowly turned around, Hisoka was laying in your bed, with his boxers on, smiling, and gawking at you; something he’d never done. You thought rubbing your eyes twice would make him go away, but he was still there in the flesh. Still angry about yesterday's encounter, you stare at him plainly.

“What in the world are you doing here, Hisoka?”

“To be with you, of course, my dear.” His tone was much softer; it felt as if he was barely moving his tongue. His lips slightly puckered as he spoke. Your boyfriend was always mysterious but it can be said that he was never predictable.

“What are you talking about?”

He scoots closer to you; his bare chest rubbing against your right arm. He places his left arm around your neck pulling you closer. So close that you could feel the heat radiating from his body. He took his index knuckle, placed it under your chin, and lifted.

“Oh, how I missed your face…the sound of your voice…my heart aches for you.”

You blink twice.

Am I dreaming? What is going on here?!

“Hisoka—“

He placed his index finger over your lips; his long nail gently scratches the top part. “Shhh….” Quickly but softly, Hisoka gives you a kiss but not just an ordinary kiss, one that is very breathtaking. His lips were much softer than you remember and a lot moister. He didn’t force anything; he gently moved his lips to make you more comfortable. What felt like a lifetime was truly only 10 seconds and on the 11th, he parted. Gazing into his golden eyes this time made your heart skip a beat. You remained silent, slightly afraid to say a word as he stared into your eyes deeply. This was not his blood-lust look at all but awfully similar. His eyes were half-lidded but they were soft, much softer than you had seen before. Just as you were about to say something, he gently grabs your face and begins to kiss you all around without remorse. This overwhelming amount of affection not only made you bluff but be utterly embarrassed if your aunt and uncle caught you two in this state. It’s more of the family “aww’ ing” than anything else.

“How did Hisoka suddenly do a 360 from last night?”

“Might as well enjoy this while it lasts.”

Hisoka continued to place soft kisses. He began to pepper your lower jaw with them, earning a slightly satisfied grunt from yourself. He then professed his love for you as he kissed you in between phrases. The magician himself was as red as an apple while you were a giggling mess. He moved his lips to another part of your body. His hand kisses felt amazing once more. He moved his way up your arm and to your shoulder.

“You smell terrific, kitten,” he said in a lower huskier voice.

You growl in response; something so embarrassing that you are happy your nosy little cousins did not hear.

“You’re so adorable, kitten. So delicate that I’d be afraid to touch. So beautiful like the colors and aroma omitting from a blossom tree.”

“I love you to the moon and back.”

Before Hisoka said another word, he placed his right hand where the bottom of your head and neck met. He gently caressed it as he pressed his forehead against yours. The soft feeling of his nose moving swiftly against yours felt like ecstasy. Nothing could ruin this moment.

“Hisoka’s a simp!”

Both of you jerked your heads to the door. Through the crack, you could see two curious pairs of eyes, staring into your room. Before Hisoka could leave the bed, you jump over him and march to the door.

“You know, it’s rude to stalk people in their bedrooms.”

“And? It’s rude for you to be staying the night in my beach house and not giving us any money. Hand it over sis.”

You close the door and jump back into bed with your new boyfriend. Hisoka practically had hearts in his eyes. It’s as if he saw no one but you.

Maybe he has changed….

Your uncle’s voice could be heard a distance away and that’s when it hit you.

“Don’t leave this unattended. If a person drinks too much, they’ll become a fool for you and as romantic as that sounds, it can be VERY overwhelming.”

Oh shit! Where is the potion?! No! It was left on the table last night!”

"Really, Unc? I think I can deal with this. After all, he is less insufferable. I’ve always wanted my beau back and I hope he remains this way…falling on his knees before me."

To be continued....

[chatonne-rousse]

Orange You Glad I'm Not Seeing Green (Nope, Totally Not Jealous At All)

A continuation of my Gifts from the Heart series, the whole of which is written as a gift for my dear friend @sketchy-panda.

Read it on Ao3 here.

Follows Great Minds (and Kind Hearts) Think Alike, which can be found here.

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The first forty-two minutes had gone so well.

Marinette was acting weird, but a normal, endearing weird - the kind of weird that warms his chest with affection and makes him smile. There is no one quite like her, and Adrien knows her friendship is a sweet blessing indeed. Even if it takes a moment or two to decipher her jumbled sentences sometimes. Even if she's a teeny tiny bit of a disaster.

When Ms. Bustier had paired them up for a literature project, he was thrilled. Adrien would never scoff at the chance to spend time with his dear friend, much less to enjoy a window of escape, however short, from the echoing silence of his own home. He'd turned to her with unabashed excitement to find her cheeks and ears pink and a strange mix of joy and terror in her eyes.

"Yay!" she'd squeaked, the word accompanied by awkward jazz hands. This had prompted a nudge under the table from Alya that didn't escape his notice. With that, she'd taken a deep breath, set her shoulders, and asked if he'd like to come over after school to work on it together.

Would he ever! The wave of happiness that had risen in his chest must have shown on his face, but when Marinette's smile had softened to match, he realized he didn't care if he grinned like a fool in front of the class. An afternoon with a friend - a friend! - was such a rare treat. And he's already read The Three Musketeers, so he'd been sure this would be a breeze.

And it was. Until six minutes ago, when they realized that the plate of cookies they'd been snacking on had dwindled to one. This discovery came by way of both of them reaching for it without looking, hands meeting over the plate amidst blushing cheeks and murmured apologies. With an awkward laugh, he'd taken the final cookie, carefully broken it roughly in half, and offered the slightly larger piece to his wide-eyed project partner.

Their fingers brushed in the handoff. She breathed a thank you. He smiled graciously.

It all happened so quickly after that.

Before he could take a bite of his cookie, her elbow had knocked into her glass, sending orange juice across her desk, her lap, his stocking feet.

"Disaster!" Marinette had shrieked, prompting Mrs. Cheng to peek through the open trap door a few moments later, looking first at her daughter dancing frantically around her now-toppled desk chair and then to a bewildered Adrien, still holding half a cookie in one hand and Marinette's keyboard, rescued from the rogue wave of orange juice, in the other.

She'd just smiled. "I'll bring up some towels, dears."

Adrien could only nod.

Now, Marinette stands in front of her sink, wiping the front of her pants with a damp towel and sighing every thirty seconds. He's barefoot, his socks whisked off to parts unknown, ostensibly to be laundered, though he'd protested that wasn't necessary. Their cookie and juice supply has been refilled, and calm has settled over the room again. Sort of.

"I'm so sorry, Adrien," she says quietly, a tinge of misery at the edge of her voice. "I'm so clumsy."

He tries to make her smile the best way he knows how. "It's okay, Marinette. Orange you glad it didn't get on your drawings for the project?"

She stops trying to clean off her jeans and raises her eyes to his. "Did you just...?"

His eyes gleam. "You know, workers in the orange juice factory will lose their jobs if they can't concentrate."

Her surprised giggle is incredibly gratifying. He takes it as a green light to continue. "Do you know what language oranges use to talk to each other?" When she shakes her head, he gleefully answers, "Mandarin!"

"You'd fit right in, then!" Marinette laughs heartily, the sound making his grin widen until it hurts. (It's worth it.)

"Well, I am very a-peeling. I have a real zest for life."

She groans, though she's still laughing, and facepalms with the hand holding the towel. Adrien watches as she realizes how sticky it is against her face, throws it on the counter, and blushes when she makes eye contact with him once more. His own smile never dims. Making a friend laugh like this is one of life's great joys. Laughing with a friend like this is one of the greatest.

Finally, she washes her hands at the sink and he takes a moment to right her desk chair, gazing around the room to the sound of her drying her hands. Magazine photos of him still remain, though they mix on corkboards and wall collages with pictures of friends and family. His own face smiles - truly smiles - back at him from several of them. He remembers each of these days, shining memories with beloved friends that he treasures. He's glad Marinette treasures them, too.

His gaze slides to the corner of her desk, near her sewing machine and a large box he assumes is full of sewing notions, and his breath catches. There, on twin display stands to keep them upright, are two figurines he doesn't know how he missed earlier. Ladybug holds her yo-yo in her right hand, Chat Noir's baton is held in his left. Their tiny plastic hands clasp in the middle, just as they were molded to do for the 1st Anniversary Special Partners Edition figures he would know anywhere.

Marinette sits back down in her desk chair, looks at him, then follows his gaze to the figurines. Adrien turns his eyes to her.

"I didn't know you were a superhero fan, Marinette!"

She laughs a nervous laugh as a blush rises to her cheeks. "Me? A fan of Chat Noir? Psssh." She waves a hand as if to dismiss the idea.

He isn't sure if he should be offended or gratified. He'd certainly prefer the latter.

"Why wouldn't you be a fan? I am. I think the heroes are awesome."

"You do?" she breathes, eyes wide.

"Of course! Paris is lucky," he elbows her arm gently and winks, "to have them."

Her giggle makes him smile again. He always feels so light and so carefree here, in her warm home, with her friendly parents and a plate of cookies and the sweetness she seems to radiate in his presence. Paris is lucky to have superhero protectors, but he's lucky in his own way to have found this kind of gentle contentment in a world denied to him for so long.

"I guess we should get back to the project--"

"Where did you get them?"

They each speak at the same time, twin blushes and stammered apologies following just as with the cookie incident.

Marinette breaks the ensuing awkward silence first. "One of my best friends gave them to me."

"I'm not surprised," Adrien responds with a grin. "Alya might be the biggest fan in Paris!"

The blush on her cheeks spreads to the tips of her ears and her eyes widen before she blinks. "Oh, um...it wasn't Alya." Marinette looks at her hands in her lap and then back up to him. "But she does have this set. She's kind of obsessed."

Strange, he'd never heard about any other best friends from Nino or Alya, though that didn't mean Marinette didn't have a very close online friend or someone in the design community she just hadn't talked much about before. He hopes this person knows what a good friend she has in Marinette, that she treasures her like Marinette deserves to be treasured. Though of course she'd gifted her with the set of figurines, so this friend at least knows quality merch when she sees it. Adrien's heart warms at the thought of Marinette having such good friends. She deserves nothing less.

"Adrien? Are you okay?"

He blinks twice, shaking himself from his reverie. "Oh. Yeah. I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You were far away for a minute there."

He smiles warmly. Marinette is so thoughtful. "I promise. I was just thinking what a great best friend she must be to have given you such a cool gift."

"Oh," she says quietly, looking at the figures again, though Adrien is still focused on his friend. He watches as her eyes soften and her smile turns gentle before she speaks again. "He definitely is. There's no one better."

Her gaze snaps to his again. "I mean! I'll bet you're better! At being hot. I mean cool! I mean..." She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. "So! The Three Musketeers, eh?" She pulls her notebook back in front of her and opens it to a random page that contains nothing having to do with Alexandre Dumas. She laughs nervously, resolutely staring at the page and not the boy beside her.

The boy who hasn't breathed since her quiet "oh." The boy whose brain is still stuck on one word.

He.

Adrien can feel his smile turn brittle at the edges and forces his face to remain neutral, but it's difficult all of a sudden.

It shouldn't bother him. It shouldn't affect him at all. Marinette is friends with Nino, Kim, and Max, and he doesn't think twice about it. Why should he? This is different, though, somehow. An unknown entity. A boy friend he's never heard of who makes her expression soften like that, with memories of private jokes and gift exchanges and laughter. Probably. That's probably what it's like with Marinette and her other best friend, who isn't Alya and whose name he doesn't know.

An odd feeling twists his stomach. Adrien doesn't like it.

"Well," he starts, sliding his own notebook over and opening to the last page they'd been working on before the orange juice spill, "he has very good taste in Ladybug and Chat Noir merchandise. I have that same set myself."

"You do?" she squeaks, and their eyes meet again.

"I do. But I didn't take mine out of the packaging." He chances a cheeky half-smile at her, the knot in his stomach loosening just a fraction at the smile she returns. "Mine will be pristine when the set is worth millions someday."

When she laughs, the tension in his chest dissipates like springtime dandelion seeds, floating away on a sudden breeze of fresh, sweet joy.

Maybe Marinette's mysterious best friend can make her laugh like this, but right now, Adrien is the one sitting beside her - something rare and precious and not to be taken for granted - and it makes no sense to do anything other than enjoy the moment.

[randomideasmybrainhas]

New Year Lin

Rolling over and stifling a big yawn, I reached to the other side of the bed to feel for the warm body to bring closer, but found it bare and cold. Confusion running through my head, I slowly peaked open my eyes, and glanced at the clock. She would’ve woken me up if I was running late… I thought. Letting my blurry eyes adjust, the clock read 5:25am. Groaning, I plopped back down in bed and closed my eyes again. Lin didn’t have work until 6, whereas I didn’t start until 8. 

I heard the squeaky nozzle from the bathroom turn off, and listened closely for the dripping from the shower. I rolled over to stare at the door of the bathroom, waiting for her to come out. A few minutes later, the door opened with steam and light flooding the room. I groaned and buried my face into a pillow to block out the light. 

“Hmph, didn’t think the princess would be up this early. Whats the special occasion?” Lin mused as she reached down a quick kiss to (Y/N). 

(Y/N) groaned and reached up to grab her wife, and try to pull her back down for more cuddles, and possibly another 2 hours of sleep. 

Chuckling, Lin moved out of the way of (Y/N)’s tentacle arms trying to drag her back into the warm inviting bed. As much of a softie Lin was for (Y/N), her only down fall would be that (Y/N) had quite the habit since they met at the market 6 years ago, that she loved to make Lin late for just about anything, just to get more cuddles and kisses from her. Though Lin didn’t protest too much, she did learn when was a quick cuddle session, and what would turn into something much longer than anticipated, and this was one of the moments being, where (Y/N) would bring her back into bed and fall asleep with Lin in a lock hold position where she can’t get out. 

“Meanie. You’re no fun.” Huffed (Y/N) as she missed Lin, and let her arms flop against the bed once again, growing a little frown on her face. 

“Ahh, as much as I’d love to spend a day in bed with you my love, I must get going to work, and in order to do that, I need to finish getting ready, and grab breakfast so you don’t disturb me like last time.” Lin huffed as she towel dried her hair and started putting her clothes on. 

Chuckling lowly you started thinking about last time, where you busted into the precinct with hell’s fury on your heels and a brown bag in hand, you went straight to her office, and busted it open and you’re not a shouter, or one to raise your voice when annoyed, but you did give her your piece of mind for a good 20 minutes with her entire force listening in about how if she ever skipped breakfast again, she’d pay for it. Since then, Lin always makes sure to eat a hefty breakfast for you to see or smell to ensure she was taking care of herself. 

Lin received grief from her officers for the next week about the incident and from time to time they still pick at her about it. 

“Ahh, you’re no fun. Well you’re going to be at the party later tonight right?” (Y/N) replied as she shuffled around the bed to watch her wife bend on her armor. Something she’d never get tired of seeing. She could watch her taking her armor on and off all day and be completely enthralled. 

“Must I?” Lin huffed out as she moved to the kitchen.

“HEY!” (Y/N) shouted, with a pout on her face. A second later, Lin walked back into the room and sat on the bed her back facing (Y/N). (Y/N) shuffled out of her sheets and wrapped her arms around Lin’s neck and wrapped her legs around Lin’s hips. Lin stood up and walked the both of them to the kitchen and set (Y/N) down at the counter while she went to cook up some scrambled eggs and toast. 

“Fine, I’ll go, but I do have to stay later. It’s new years my love, and that is the worst night for us. I’ll come but I’ll be an hour or so. Am I required to bring anything?” She asked as she poured orange juice for the both of them and started to brew up some tea.

“Nope, I’ll bring all the stuff, just show up. I’m guessing you’ll just show up in your uniform since it’ll be late. Let me know if you need anything. I’ll probably be leaving around here at 8:30.” (Y/N) replied as she watched her wife move around the kitchen and give out a content sigh, enjoying her time with Lin. 

Smiling, and letting a low blush on her ears turn a bit pink, she plated the eggs and toast and they sat together in silence eating their breakfast. Glancing at the clock, Lin gets up and starts to wash up, and grab her keys to leave for work. (Y/N) got up and wrapped her arms around Lin’s neck and gave her a long sweet kiss on the lips.

“Be safe out there, and let me know if you need anything. I love you.” “I love you too, and will do thanks.” Lin replied as she left. 

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 Getting out of the Sato mobile, (Y/N) kept her trench coat close to her, given the sudden plummet of weather change and the rather large bottle of fire whiskey that she held close to her. 

“(Y/N)!! Its so good to see you! How’ve you been? Wheres Lin?” Asami smiled and hugged her friend and accepting the large bottle of fire whiskey and chuckling even more. 

“Hey Sami, I’ve been good, just trying to stay dry, and Lin will be a little later, its usually a crazy night for New Years for the precinct.” (Y/N) replied shrugged off her coat and giving it to the butler and taking the number from him. 

“Ahh yes, well welcome, and make yourself at home! There are confetti blasters by the punch bowl for the count down. Let me know if you need anything else!” Asami said as she left to greet others as they came in. 

Smiling and looking around, (Y/N) headed straight to the bar and order a drink. Once she arrived at the bar and ordered her drink, and noticed a familiar ponytail, and moved over to say hi to the young avatar. Who isn’t exactly young anymore, its been 2 years since Kuvira’s end of her reign of terror trying to unite the earth empire. 

“Hello miss avatar, and how’re you tonight?” (Y/N) smiled and took a sip of her drink as the avatar spun around and beamed at (Y/N). 

“(Y/N)!! Hey how’re you?! I’m good, just waiting for Asami to finish greeting everyone in Republic City to dance. Wheres the chief?” Korra replied as she took  a sip of whatever dark brown liquor she was drinking. 

“Always the friendly host of course, and Lin will be coming later. New Years is usually a busy time for the precinct. Also, if you want, we can get warmed up on the dance floor unit our dates show up.” (Y/N) proposed as she was used to waiting for Lin to arrive to these events, and loved to dance. 

“Sure! I’d love to!” Korra replied, as both the young avatar and (Y/N) slammed back their drinks and headed to the dance floor which was slowly filling up with others from around the city. Asami always did know how to throw these sort of events. 3 drinks later for the both of them, and a complete lost track of time, Korra and (Y/N) continued to dance the night away enjoying their time together and completely forgetting they were waiting for the busy dates to show up. Shortly after, Asami showed up with a drink in her hand and a water for Korra. She and Korra left to get some more water for Korra and dance on their own and get their confetti blasters ready, since in 30 minutes it would be the count down. Looking around, (Y/N) still didn’t see her beloved chief of police, and frowned slightly. 

“A beautiful young woman shouldn’t be holding such a frown on a night like this. Care to join me for a dance?” A man, close to her age, probably in his late twenties offered as he looked her up and down in her floor length emerald green sparkling dress with a low cut that showed off a certain amount of cleavage. 

“I’m good thank you.” (Y/N) replied while trying to pry away. 

“Ahh, what’s the rush love? A beautiful lady as yourself shouldn’t be alone.” The man flirted as he moved his hands to your waist. 

“She’s not alone. And I’d suggest you take your hands off my wife, before I arrest you.” A sharp voice behind you came. You smiled as you felt her presence behind you and roughly take his hands off your waist. 

“Hey babe! You made it!” (Y/N) smiled as she kissed Lin on the lips and wrapped her arms around Lin’s neck. Lin wrapped her arms around your waist and glared at the man until he left. 

“How long was he bugging you?” 

“Oh not long, I would’ve stopped him if you didn’t step in.” (Y/N) Smiled  as she rested her head on her wife’s shoulder as a slow song came on and they swayed to the music. 

“How was work love?” (Y/N) asked as she continued to sway, breathing in her wife’s comforting aroma.

“The usual, busted a few Triad heads and filled out their paperwork before coming here. Wasn’t too bad, we’ve had worse years.” Lin replied as she brushed her lips against your ear and felt you shiver and mold into her deeper. Lin chuckled and continued to sway until the song was over, then they made their way to get the confetti blasters to shoot off in just a few minutes. 

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“10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! HAPPY NEW YEARS!” Everyone shouted as they opened the confetti blasters and confetti shot up everywhere and everyone cheered, some blasting some Champagne around too, making the confetti stick to everything. 

“Happy New Years babe.” (Y/N) smiled as she gave Lin a big kiss.

“Happy New Years (Y/N).” Lin smiled as they pulled away. 

“Can we go home now? I can think of a better way than being covered in champagne and confetti.” Lin smirked at (Y/N) as she saw a glimmer of mischief in (Y/N)’s eyes. (Y/N) pulled Lin’s hand out the door and into their Sato mobile where they drove back home to celebrate the new year’s in a bit more of a private way. 

I don’t own anything but the plot, all characters are ATLA and LOK. I just wanted some cute fluff for the new year, and we all need some soft Lin. Enjoy!

[daydreaming-nerd]

I Can’t Control Myself (Anakin Skywalker x Reader)

Another great Anakin smut request! I’m currently working on the other one right now and plan to get it done tonight. I hit a road block with that one but this one came to me pretty quickly so I’m hoping that this will get my juices flowing for the other one! 

Request from Anon:  “Hi I just found your blog and it rocks darling 😘 Could you do a smut 5 with an akin skywalker please (I love my baby ani❤️) but also adding fluff 1 at the end please Thank you so much. P.s I understand if you cannot do it 💙💕”  

“If I start, I won’t be able to control myself”

“Have you always been this beautiful?”

Summary: y/n, a princess and Anakin, her Jedi protector have been agonizing over each other for a long time now but what happens when one of them finally takes the first step? (This doesn’t cut right to the chase I’m sorry) 

Warnings: Smut, light teasing, fluff 

For about a month now Anakin had been my body guard. After rumors of a  uncertain attack on me grew with the intentions to kill me so I could never rise to power as queen one day. At first hew had stayed in the background and watched from afar. But as I grew more comfortable with his presence I found myself asking little favors of him like helping me get stuff off the top shelf.

When everything really started was when I had a meeting with neighboring planets and I asked him what dress I should wear and he replied with.

“I prefer the blue one, but in my opinion you will be equally as beautiful in either your majesty,”

After that day I fell hard and fast for the young and handsome Jedi. If only there wasn’t that stupid code. 

Today was a peaceful day, I woke up and wrapped myself in my morning robe and quietly walked to he terrace outside my room to find Anakin standing on the balcony meditating like he always does. I tiptoed my way to the garden patio to have my breakfast as I always do. I’ve lived in this palace my whole life and I can’t think of a day where I didn’t have breakfast in the rose garden. As the maids brought me my breakfast I felt another familiar presence approaching.

“Good morning your Majesty,” said Anakin 

“Good Morning to you as well Master Skywalker, I hope I didn’t disturb you while you were meditating.” I said taking a bite of my pastry.

“Quite the opposite, your presence helps me focus,” he said with a smile “Though I felt a disturbance this morning.” 

“Oh, is everything alright?” I asked.

“Don’t worry princess no harm will come to you,” he said sitting down next to me while the maids also brought out his breakfast. 

“I’m not worried as long as you’re here,” I said with a smile.

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 The day was simply too beautiful not to be outside. I grabbed my scissors and went into my beloved rose garden to cut roses to bring into my room while Anakin watched me from the terrace. The whole garden was somewhat of a maze, with rows and rows of different colored roses as I disappeared from Anakins sight to pick the pink roses I suddenly felt as though someone was watching me. I turned around to see a man in a mask who made a cold chill of fear run down my body. Before I could even scream for him Anakin jumped out from behind me ignighting his lightsaber before I knew it the masked man lie on the ground lifeless. 

Panic began to set in me as I realized what might’ve happened. 

“Your majesty are you alright?” said Anakin turning towards me. My breathing became shallow and I slowly started to sink to the ground. My knees would’ve hit the damp grass if it weren’t for Anakin pulling me into his arms. “Shh it’s alright now you’re safe.” he said pulling me into his chest attempting to calm me down.

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After the incident Anakin and my father decided that it was no longer safe for me at the palace and so my handmaidens packed my bags and we took a discrete transport out to the beach house where my family used to vacation. 

As soon as I finished unpacking a grabbed a basket of fruits and bread as well as a blanket and made my way over to Anakin’s room where we was also unpacking.

“I was wondering if you’d like to have lunch on the beach with me?” I asked.

“I’d love that,” he beamed.

We made our way out to the beach and set up for lunch. I cut up some apples and pears and set them on a plate but before I could even think about digging in a gust of wind blew sand onto the blanket and onto the fruit.

“No!” I said in frustration causing Anakin to laugh. “don’t laugh at me!” I said smacking his arm.

“Don’t worry your majesty, I was only thinking about how I was just about to tell you how much I hated sand,” he said with a smile on his face.

“You know you don’t have to call me your majesty right?”

“Yes Princess,” he said cheekily.

“No!,” I smiled “y/n, call me y/n.”

“alright, y/n” he said.

The rest if that day was spent eating lunch and frolicking on the beach Anakin was even able to take a pink seashell he found and make a necklace for me.

That night after we had gone to bed I snuck out in my pajamas to the balcony that overlooked the sea. The air was cold and it caused the hair on my skin to rise, but I didn’t mind. Out here I could breathe, and think. I sat on the floor and leaned against the mansion of a beach house as I looked out over the moon reflecting over the tranquil crashing waves. I thought about what transpired in the garden that day. The feeling I got when the masked man stood behind me. never in my life had I truly thought about death and dying and what came next and all of the sudden that all seemed so real the second I saw him. I had never been so scared in my entire life.

“You scared me half to death, I couldn’t sense you sleeping and I thought something had happened.” said Anakin from behind me wearing nothing but a pair of pants and his Jedi robes over his bare chest. 

“I’m sorry Ani I guess I just needed some air,” I said.

“You shouldn’t be out here all alone it’s dangerous,” he said.

“Well then have a seat,” I said patting the spot next to me. “See it’s not dangerous anymore.”

“you’re freezing,” he stated taking his robe off and draping it around my shoulders.

“Ani I’m fine really,” I said trying to give it back.

“Nope my job is to protect you from everything from bounty hunters to the flu,” he said making me smile.

There was a short silence as we sat there looking at the ocean before us.

“Ani, have you ever been afraid of dying,” I asked out of the blue.

“Only once, when I was little I used to go pod racing and one time my pod went out of control and I thought I was going to crash.” he said “Why? Are you still shook up from today?”

“I suppose so,” I sighed “I just can’t shake the feeling I got when I turned around and saw him standing there.”

“You know you don’t have to worry anymore right? I’ll never let anything happen to you.” he said.

“I know,” I sighed putting my head on his shoulder.

We sat there in silence for the rest of the night until I finally fell asleep on his shoulder. The lat thing I remember was Anakin carrying me back to bed, covering me up and pressing a kiss to my forehead.

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The next afternoon we went up to the prairie for lunch where the wild tauntauns lived. The whole prairie overlooked the sea and thousands of wildflowers grew in beautiful vibrant colors that contrasted the ripe green of the grass.

“This is much better than that sandy beach,” said Anakin

“I think there is beauty in the sand that is often ignored for the the beauty of the ocean. When you think about it sand is incredibly useful, we use it to make glass and in it we find beautiful shells we can turn into beautiful jewelry.” I smiled holding onto the necklace Anakin had made for me the day before causing him to smile.

“So you could say that you and the sand have very little in common,” He started “Your beauty cannot be ignored, it is something unbelievable. It not only pleases my eyes but warms my heart.”

I smiled at him and looked down to hide my flushed cheeks. 

After lunch Anakin tried to convince me that he could ride one of the wild tauntauns but I told him it was impossible which he took as a challenge. The next thing I knew he was on top of a raging tauntaun holding on for dear life. I laughed as his face became more and more worried. The wild creature eventually bucked him off and I laughed until it stepped on him. I looked closer and he was trying to get up but couldn’t.

“Ani!” I cried fearing the worst. 

When I got there I dropped to my knees and tried to roll him over. When I did he was laughing. I smacked him in the chest and he grabbed my arms pulling me down to him and rolling down the hill.  

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That night after Anakin went to bed I snuck out again and went down to the beach. I walked until my feet were submerged in the water. In the moment the sea was calling to me. I untied my robe and let it fall into the shallow water. The cold breeze hit my bare body. I waded further into the water till it almost covered my shoulders. I stood where I could still touch the sandy sea floor and I let the water wrap around my naked form. For once I felt completely free. I heard splashing behind me and I saw Anakin swimming out towards me, my heart stopped as I realized he would notice I’m completely naked under the dark water. I frantically looked for my robes on the shore only to find a similar pile next to mine. 

“If Master Obi Wan knew I was swimming around like this he would kill me!” Shouted Anakin from a couple yards away causing me to giggle.

We both floated around ignoring the tension between the two of us until I stepped off a drop off and gravity pulled me to the bottom of the four foot drop. Almost instantly I was pulled up by my arm and into Anakin’s strong arms.

“I gotcha, I gotcha,” he said reassuringly as I coughed up a little water. 

We sat there for a second, the tension was greater than it had ever been in this past month. Without thinking I put my hand on his cheek and pushed a piece of wet hair away from his face. I looked down at his lips and started to move in but he stoped me.

“If I start, I won’t be able to control myself,” he said.

“I don’t want you to,”

With that his lips slammed onto mine and my arms wrapped around his neck. His hands wandered up my waist pulling me closer to him. The kiss was hot and needy. Tension from many weeks finally being cut. He brought his hand around my thigh and pulled it so I would wrap my legs around his waist and he began to walk towards the shore. We never broke the kiss even as he walked past our forgotten clothes, up the stairs and into his bedroom. 

He gently laid me on the bed and began kissing my neck.

“Oh Ani,” I moaned out.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said in between sloppy kisses moving his way down my body till he got to my heat. He peppered kisses along my inner thighs before licking a strip all the way up my sex causing me to scream out in pleasure and tug his hair.

He began eating me out vigorously, absolutely ravishing me. He sucked on my clit as his arms hooked under my thighs to burry his head even deeper. I felt my self getting closer and closer as his tongue began lapping at my clit at a relentless speed. I felt my orgasm build up and within a matter of minutes I was a moaning mess for I had felt pleasure I had never felt before.

“I’ve been waiting a lifetime to hear those sounds leave your mouth,” he said making his way back up to me. I could feel his hard dick rutting against my thigh. “are you ready?” he asked. I nodded.

With that simple gesture he began to push his rock hard cock into me causing me to scream out in both pleasure and pain. I grabbed his neck and pulled him down to kiss me again, a kiss full of heat of the moment passion and with that he bottomed out in me causing us both the moan into the kiss. 

Breaking apart he gave me a minute to adjust before he started a slow pace.

“You’re so warm and wet,” he said building up speed it wasn’t long before he was pounding into me making me scream in pleasure. I ran my hands down his back leaving scratch marks making him let out a strangled moan.

“You feel.. so good,” he cried.

“I’m so close Ani,” I said.

“Me too,” he breathed out “On three...one”

“Fuck Ani!” I screamed getting closer.

“two...THREE!” he screamed as he bottomed out in me burying his seed deep inside me setting off my second orgasm of the night. 

He sat on his elbow above me and looked down at me like I was the world.

“I love you,” He said out of breath.

“I love you to Ani,” I beamed and he went in to give me another kiss. 

He finally rolled over and pulled me into his chest. I looked up at him with stars in my eyes.

“Have you always been this beautiful?” he asked innocently.

“You’re too good to be true Anakin Skywalker.” I smiled.

There was again a silence as he started to fall asleep before I finally asked him.

“Ani what about the Jedi code?” 

“Let’s not talk about that now. You’re finally all mine. I wanna enjoy the moment you’re finally in my arms.” he said pulling me closer.

I agreed with him. Troubles can be left for tomorrow. Right now I finally had everything I ever wanted.

AN: guys I’m sorry that it didn’t cut right to the chase I just wanted the tension to build and got carried away. 

[adowbaldwin]

Eva VS. Becca: War of the (Head of the Family’s) World

@pomme003  just for you, thanks for the request. Hope you enjoy it!!!!!

Eva groaned at the imminent approach of Les Revenants, inwardly cursing herself that she not only A. managed to allow Baldwin to worm his way back into her life after so many years and B. agreed to this awful children’s party.

“remind me again, why the daffy duck I’m here?” Since she would be around the children, Eva had been informed she could not use swear words, so instead became quiet colourful with her language

Baldwin switched the car engine off and turned his lips up into a devilish smirk. His thick, preened eyebrows wagged up and down as he childishly pointed to his crotch “few reasons”

She rolled her eyes for the hundredth time that day and simply stepped out of the car ignoring his baritone chuckle. She regretted ever telling him that he was the best she ever had, and teased her relentlessly about it. He loved it. She definitely fucking loved it.

His arms grew wide as he knelt lower to scoop up the bounding six year old. His arms wrapped tightly around her as he jiggled her onto his hip. Becca peered over his shoulder scouting for the ugly blonde haired menace that had stolen her favourite Uncy away. She had been the focus of his attention for as long as she could remember, and then he married that thing. Her beady eyes met Eva’s deep blue ones and she scowled.

War had begun.

            Eva bit her lip, biting back the profanity she wanted to spill out. she had listened to Baby shark, paw patrol and various other children’s songs. She had begrudgingly joined in with the hokey cokey twice and participated in put the tail on the donkey. During the Hokey Cokey Becca had ‘accidently’ stepped on her toes more then once. the first time it was sweet, the 8th time it had been blasphemous. And she couldn’t even fudging swear!

Her ear drums bled as S Club Juniors blasted them, and she felt like it was the 2000’s again. Phoebe most definitely selected this playlist. Her bum met an uncomfortable chair as the music stopped, as this was the game; ‘musical chairs’.

Becca scowled from her position, she had sat in the chair next to the evil woman. She had to think of a plan to make her go away and didn’t know what to do. She had to make sure her Uncy was free of her, so he would go back to seeing her every weekend like he promised. He never broke his promises, till she showed up.

The music started again, as did the game. Fiercely competitive, Becca and Eva were the last ones standing (or sitting depending on the music). Becca knew this was her chance to strike, and acted like a girl on a mission. It was about as tense as it could be for the 6 year old, and the vampire could not have been more bored. The music thudded, then it stopped. In perfect timing, Becca had kicked the plastic chair over so evil woman landed on her bum.

She had never giggled quiet so loud, and Eva laughed along too. She could laugh at her own expense, and found it of the upmost humour the little girl dared to do such things to her.

“REBECCA!” Diana shouted “That is NOT how we treat our guests!”

The girls brows furrowed, why could they not see the good she was doing? “It accident” she feigned a lip pout, hoping the fake sob earned her brownie points

Baldwin chuckled, lifting the girl into his arms “I find it highly unlikely the birthday princess would do such things” he kissed her on the cheek, eyeing her carefully “would you, Cara”

She shook her head tucking it into the crook of his neck “No Uncy” her eyes once more found Eva’s, and this time the adult vampire took notice of hateful look.

She knew it was not an accident.

             Dinner had been lovely, as side from the child that repeatedly kicked her under the table. She had insisted that she sat on Baldwins lap, and did not apologies as she thudded her chunky little thighs against Eva’s leg when demanding ‘juicy juice’. It didn’t hurt, though it had been utterly annoying.

Eva knew better then to row with Baldwin over his niece, especially at her birthday but when they left they would be having stern words.

“Finish your steak pieces, then you can have juicy juice” Diana gave her daughter another stern look, and the little girl hated it. What was it about blondes? It was like the evil woman was Queen and Mummy had fallen under her spell. And Mummy was a powerful Witch.

Perhaps in hindsight trying her on beakers without lids had been far too premature. At the moment the juicy juice made it’s way to Becca’s tiny hands she had already reconciled the loss of it. She thought, this plan would be better then tasting the juice itself. She smiled, it had been a full cup. She reached for the cup’s lip, and allowed it to slip from her grasp mid-air. As if from a film clip, the air stilled and began in slow motion. Perfectly planned, the pink cup tumbled in the air spilling it’s contents on Eva’s lap.

Eva’s chair screeched along the floor and her voice matched the pitch “RIGHT THAT’S IT!” She flung her napkin to the table “IM DONE” With the speed of a vampire, she rushed out the door completely embarrassed and infuriated at the days events.

She had allowed herself to be bullied by a 6 year old, and now covered in blood. The last time her clothes were this stained, it had been during a battle. Now she was at war with a child.

             Baldwin had been courting Eva on and off for three centuries, and now they were mated it had been a lot easier to bend her to his will. After the ‘cup falling’ incident, they had retreated to Sept-Tours with Ysabeau to help calm her down. She would not harm the girl, but the house would be an entirely different affair. He knew her well, and the oak table and walls had a lucky escape from his ferocious mate.

What would not be so easy, would be reconciling this feud between them that stemmed from his beloved niece. He thought it easier if he did not like the little thing but he was besotted. Nothing moved his sense of responsibility to her and it wounded him slightly knowing she did not approve of his wife.

He made pace for Les Revenants, hoping to have caught Becca before she slept. It had grown late, but this would be time she had her bed time bath and drink.

He let an alleviated sigh out as Diana had been just about ready to empty the bath tub. Without conversation, he simply picked up Becca’s pink towel and began to pat her dry. He could see her eyes were red and puffy; she had definitely been crying. He took care to dry her off, making sure between her tiny toes and little fingers were carefully covered by the towel and then helped her into her pyjamas.

She had a choice between two stuffies that she liked taking to bed, Elmo and a silver back Gorilla plushie. The silver back, appropriately named ‘Gerald’ had been bought by her favourite Uncy when he took them to Safari Park in the cold country they went too. It was her favourite, he bought it for her and it was black and grey like him.

She settled into her bed and waited for him to speak first. Diana had taken Philippe to their room, so she could allow her brother in law time to talk to her daughter, though she listened intently outside in case. She had still been uneasy around him, after all this time, but knew with absolute fervency he would not ever cause her daughter upset. Purposefully.

“You were not very nice to Aunty Eva, you should not have poured your juicy on her” he had knelt by her beside like a Knight

“It accident” she couldn’t look at him, and her little lip trembled. Her father had already turned his back on her, and her mother had been cold. She just wanted her Uncy and now everyone had been angry. And it was her birthday.

He held her chin carefully, making sure she looked at him “I do not think it was an accident, I think you meant to do it”

Her eyes spilled over again as she buried her little face into her stuffie. He felt like the Wolf from the ‘three little pigs’ , the amount of times he had exhaled today. He surely could have blown the house down by now. He picked her up, settling her on his lap as he (uncomfortably) slid up the Frozen bed. Her little frame shook against his as she sniffled, and it took some time before the tears stopped again.

“I thought you did not like her” he raised a brow as Becca looked up from her dolly, a guilty look on her face “Eva thinks you feel abit left out” he took the girls silence as a green light and rubbed her back soothing the last of her sniffles “how about, tomorrow I take you horse riding, hmm”

She peered up at him, and moved to stand on his thighs “just me you?” her sad face turned into a bright glow at the prospect

“No, I thought Eva could join us” her lip trembled again, and he knew he had to reconcile the situation “Becca, Eva is very special to me and I would hope my number one girl would get along with her”

Her bright smile had returned when he called her his number one “I your nubber one girl” she giggled, nervously twirling her hands over her jammies

“But of course, who else would be?” his smile matched hers, and she fell into his chest wrapping her short arms around his neck giggling with glee.

He knew Matthew would be annoyed for keeping her up so late, but he could not resist tickling her until her sadness had been drowned out by fits of laughter.

[c-atm]

Night time routine

Steven yawned as he walked out of the shower, feeling refreshed  as he dried his hair with the hotel towel. 

"Already passed midnight." He tossed the towel onto the bed  before laying down himself. With a sigh he took his phone Into his hand smiling at the lock screen of Connie on one of her college tours. 

It was a simple picture. She was wearing one of his old blue T-shirts under a blue sweatsuit, her hair in a ponytail and some circular lenses shades on her head, a new style she picked up, it fit her. Her grin was a wee mischievous and behind her left index, as if she had a secret for the one taking the picture. 

It was adorable, all in all.

He typed in his code and headed straight to the messenger app, clicking on the name 'berry❤knight'.

Roaming⭐: Hey Connie, just

got into my latest hovel.

How are things on your end?

Steven rested the phone down on his bare chest as he looked at the ceiling of his room. The lights were off but the window was open giving the area a moonlit blue.

"She's probably asleep, actually what time is it over there?" He sighed. He reached to put the phone on the end table when "Home Sweet Home."  ranged from his phone. With a grin he turned over the phone to see a candid picture of Connie taking a sip of Durian juice as she brushed her hair back and read with a request for a video call below it. 

He accepted with gusto.

a few seconds passed before Connie appeared on the screen. "Hey." 

Steven could feel his cheeks blazed at the sleepy tone of her voice and the drowsy smile on her face. The messy eye shading bed hair, The blue straps and the slight cleavage peeking from her light blanket didn't help either.

"You're turning pink. You OK?" She teased.

"Pssh! Ha ha. I'm fine."  He kissed his teeth. " You're cute tonight..Adorable even."

"Yeah, I woke up like this, literally." She chuckled.

"Aren't we a natural beauty." 

"Have to be. I never know which man of the night might call me." She grinned

"Oh! You're popular huh?"  He smirked. "Bet you have your own fan club."

"I get my stares, but the only one that seems to catch my eye, is this cute little bedazzled belly button boy." She sighed dramatically  "He's such a catch and always calls me at night. It's unfortunate that I have a boyfriend."

"The same one who is traveling?" 

"Um-hum." She nodded. "I get so lonely."

"Well, let me keep you company for the night." He chuckled, "Since you like it so much."

"See you're trying to make me go back on my boyfriend." She bit her lip.

"Naw, nothing like that." He licked his upper lip. " Still, what you vagabond of a boyfriend don't  know, not gonna hurt him."

"Pfft! You're so bad, Biscuit."  Connie laughed..Only to get a small plush thrown at her.

"If you two are gonna flirt through the night, please keep the laughter down, Ni'. " A tired and grouchy feminine voice came from Connie's left.

"Sorry 'Tricia." Connie whispered before throwing the plush back with a chuckle. 

"Tell Patricia I said hi." Steven said through a smirk only to hear her groan in response.

"You got her mad at me." Connie accused  with a playful pout. 

"I'll make it up to you when I see you. Promise."

"Make it up to us too" Patricia commanded.

"Us?" 

"Daniel's here." 

"Yo." A groggy male voice answered from Patricia  bed, followed by the sound of a kiss and Patricia's giggling sigh. "Good night guys." it was a few seconds before the slight  sounds of calm breathing could be heard.

"They're cute" Steven stated 

"I know." She sighed. "So, my beloved Biscuit. What's up?"

"Nothing, really. Just checking in. What time is it over there anyway?"

"2:22"

Steven sucked in a breath. "Sorry.. it's 12:22 here, didn't mean to wake you for your sleep."

"Don't apologize. I was asleep for like ninety-minutes, plus don't have any morning classes tomorrow. So you're fine.." She hummed teasing. "Especially with what you got on."

"You mean my…." He gasped dramatically, "sweatpants?"

"Oh yeah...You look sleepy sexy." She pursed her lips as she nodded in approval,  

The two held back a laugh to keep from waking the other two up.

"You really do look good, though." She admitted with a smile.

"You say that every night."

"As if you don't?"

"It's true though." Steven retorted " I got me a college hottie." He stated with pride.

"Pssh! That's nothing,  I got me a worldly hunk." 

"Got me a gorgeous, genius, gamer girl."

"Got me a vivacious, venerable, vagabond."

"Got me a sculpturesque, successful, stimulating,  superhuman." 

"Sculpturesque?" She gave him a flirtatious smile and spoke with a voice to match "... Someone upped their vocabulary on the road.." 

"I picked up a few things, here and there."

"You gonna have to show off then." 

"Indeed." He gave her a small adoring grin. "How was your day?"

She shrugged. "It was nothing to talk about…Classes are going alright. No problem there."

"Bu~uuttt."

"Hehe..Boredom." She sighed "The days are starting to run together." She gave him a wink " Lucky, my nights are fun."

He scoffed jesterly. 

"Hey,I'm serious, you punk…"

" Really hearing about how I drove somewhere and found some ducks or talked to someone about coins is interesting to you."

"Immensely." Her eyes shined as she stated her truth, before smiling gently." Hearing about your day..is the best part of my day."

Steven's face glowed at her touching words. "I feel the same." He smiled. "I'm always amazed about what you're  learning at college, what clubs you're joining, what your studying...It all seems over my head, but the way you passionately describe your subjects. It's so intriguing in itself.It seems more like story than a discussion"

"Biscuit…" She swooned. "You really enjoy my babbling."

"I love it. I could listen to you babble bout everything and never get tired...I'd make a whole symphony of your babbling if I could." He praised seeing her smile. "Especially, because you seemed so happy to do it. Your bright smile, make me just want to hold you tight and let you talk for hours."

"Now you know how I feel when I hear your regaling tales of the road."

Steven rolled his eyes. "Oh yes, who could forget the great desert-tire incident, or the night of the hole in the ceiling and we'd be remiss to not mention the omelette action at the 'might be OK' corral."

Connie giggled at his uninterested tone. "Hey, I really like the omelette story." She relaxed and grinned." I like all your stories. The way you tell them, makes it so." Her grin fell to an admiring smile "Your voice changes when you switch from one part to another, the way you inflections matches your emotions and quote the people you met, the way you talk with your hands at certain events. Your stories are nightly musicals to me...My nightly private one man shows...and the best part...The part that means everything to me." 

Her tone got a bit more serious  as she breathed out. " It means you're doing fine and Steven...You don't  know how much that means to me..To know that you're out there discovering the world, making mistakes, meeting people. Finding out who you are and handling yourself… It makes me proud... not just of you, I've always been proud of you" She shook her head. "There I go babbling...But..yeah." 

"Connie?"  

"Hmm?"

Steven breathed deeply giving her a pointed and loving look. "I'm proud to be with you..."

Connie felt her face burned and heart bang against her chest the emotion she felt from the words "I am too…You..our relationship is my greatest source of pride." Her voice was a sweet whisper but it resounded in Steven's ear like a drum.

  His face glowed pink as he started to grin and chuckle. The multiple emotions of love he felt for his Jambud, his best friend, battle partner and most recently partner in love bubbled to the surface. "Connie Maheswaran, I love you."

He had said it to her before. Passionately, jokingly, as a friend and more. Yet the way he said it just now, with a blushing face and strikingly strong eyes in a silent voice only loud for her ears. It made her quiver, shook her heart and dry her throat. It made her feel treasured. secured. It made her feel more than just loved. More than just his partner in love, but more like his partner in life.

 "I love you too, Steven. " It was never hard to say it..but it was never this easy either nor did it warm her heart so much. She chortled as she saw him wipe his eyes..it made her wipe her own.

"Good, I'm not the only one crying in joy." He joked while he sniffled a laugh.

"Oh, be quiet, You lovable himbo."  She retorted though her own.

The two rode through their fits of giggles, calming down after a few moments when Connie yawned.

"Sleepy berry." Steven teased

Connie nodded " It is a quarter to 4 here."

"Wait what..Where’d the time go?"

"Absorbed by the combined force of my awesomeness and your schmaltziness..Hehe, we time traveled."

Steven yawned "Apparently, Berry."

"My Bisky is sleepy as well."

"Yup, the eternal curse of the Z's"

"It plagues us to no end. Hhhaaa~wwnnn!" She smacked the roof of her mouth, her tongue coming from her yawn.

"Adorabloo~ohoo!"

"Yes..yes you are."Connie impishly smirked. "Can you meet in my dreams this soon? ."

"I could visit you tonight." 

"I want you too..I really want you too" She sighed and shook her head ".. But no..You really seem tired. "

"Have been on the road for 16 hours prior  to bed so.."

"My lovely liege." She shook her head again in faux disappointment. "You have to sleep uninterrupted, Biscuit."

"Looking out for me,huh?"

"You are my love and pride, after all."

"As are you..."  Steven chuckled tiredly. 

"We can stay on call...At least until our phone dies." Connie's eyes gain a competitive look, "See who sleeps first."

Steven arched an eyebrow. before nodding, "OK, Beauty berry, you're on." He laid on his left side as Connie laid on her right, their phone's back-light turn down to protect their eyes but still enough to see each other's smile.

"I fell for your smile first."  The whisper came out quicker than she could stop. 

"Really?"

"Yeah..It's so big and bright.."

"Hmm?"  He smirked. " I fell for your voice first. Your voice is so calming and strong, and cute when you're laughing."

"Why am I not surprised  you would fall for something sound related." She chortled.

"I love that sound...I love your eyes too. They're so deep and beautiful."

"Steven." She smiled tiredly. "How did I luck out with you."

"I ask myself the same thing." His voice held a lot more fatigue as did his grin. "Ni' your eyes getting very sleepy."

She shook her head in defiance "I think that's you Biscuit, I can hear the grogginess in your sweet baritone...Speaking of..Have ever told you I love your baritone voice."

"No...Tell me."

“I love your Baritone”

Steven sighed a laugh at the faux drunk tone of her voice. His eyes closing slowly“ I adore your contralto.”

“We make beautiful music together.”

“Jambuds right...If music was a relationship, it would be us.”

Connie hummed. “Suave. Where did you learn to be so charming?”

“I don’t know,” He rubbed his head as he yawned “ Just wanted to make you smile.”

“You always do.” She closed her eyes snuggling into her pillow. “ Steven?”

“Hmm.”

“Wanna get married after college?” her voice was completely swallowed by drowsiness induced drunkenness.

“Uh-hm, sure.. I’ll find a place for us and Lion, before then. “Steven was hardly any better.

She nodded. “That’s good...I love you by the way.”

“Love you too, Strawberry.”

“We’re gonna get married, yay..” Connie's voice drowned out to shallow breathing as she drifted to sleep. ”I’m Mrs. Maheswaran- Universe..” 

Steven could only smile before he joined her in sleep. Her last statement resounded in his ear and heart...The sweetest lullaby he ever heard.

[shingeki-no-scenarios]

Title: Good Night Kiss

Characters: Marco x Fem!OC

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Language

Summary:  “I never knew Jean has a sister, you know. I never knew that she’d be so beautiful, too.”

A/N: Based on this prompt :D I hope I gave you just what you asked for!!

"I’m home!”

The young man’s boisterous voice was more than enough to have his mother come running down the stairs and squeal in delight upon seeing that her beloved son had paid her a visit. In her excitement, she nearly jumped over the last step of the stairs and pulled her son into a tight, bone-crushing hug.

“Oh, Jean-bo! I missed you so much!” she exclaimed, breaking the hug to cup his face into her hands whilst noting how handsome and manly he has gotten as compared to the last time she saw him. “I thought you weren’t going to visit, you rotten child! I was starting to get jealous of Mrs. Wagner. Her son dropped by yesterday, you know. What a shame your father couldn’t be here! He left this morning to visit your uncle in Krovla and he won’t be back until tomorrow night.” she animatedly rambled, obviously excited by her son’s presence.

“I’m here now, mom. I’m spending the weekend here.” he muttered. As expected, he was embarrassed by his mother’s over-excitement, more so that Marco was present to witness everything. Rolling his eyes, he gently pried the woman’s hands off his face as he muttered apologies to his friend. “Mom, I’d like you to meet Marco. He’s a very good friend of mine. He’s planning to spend the night here, if you don’t mind” his tone lightened up as gave his friend a firm pat on the shoulder, urging him to step a bit closer.

In her excitement, she didn’t notice the young man awkwardly standing by Jean’s side. Almost immediately, she was filled with shame, thinking that she might have came off as rude for ignoring him. While she was offered a handshake, her excitement got the best of her and she moved to envelope the young man in a hug whilst muttering about how her son’s friends can stay as long as they want to.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Mrs. Kirstein.” Marco grinned as he returned the hug. He knew that doing so would further embarrass Jean, who was currently flailing about in panic, but he decided to drop all his cares at the moment. The feeling of being welcomed and liked by someone he just met was definitely pleasant, after all. “I’m glad that I finally get to meet you! Jean has told me so much about you. Good things, of course.” he spoke, breaking the hug to flash a wide smile at the mother and son.

"Stop!” the elderly woman giggled and blushed, playfully slapping the well-mannered man on his shoulder as he chuckled out on how it was true. “Oh, where are my manners? Come in, boys! Make yourselves comfortable. I’ll just get you guys something to drink.” she hastily said before quickly making her way upstairs.

The pair made their way to the living room and flopped down on the sofa, finally feeling the exhaustion of their travel weigh down on them. Just when they started to enjoy the quiet serenity that filled the house, Mrs. Kirstein broke the silence as she offered them her freshly-made apple juice, urging them to drink up before making another run to the kitchen for some snacks, leaving the boys in silence once more.

“Ew, it’s you.” a feminine voice cut in, disrupting their quiet time once more. Before any of them could react, Jean’s glass was abruptly snatched out of his hands, leaving him to screw his eyes shut in hopes that the person he wanted to see the least would disappear if he did so. “Apple juice, huh? Delicious.” she commented, chugging the contents in one go before chucking the glass back to him.

“Marco... This is my... sister.” Jean muttered, feeling the heat on his cheeks intensify. Just when he thought that his mother was embarrassing enough, he remembered that his younger sister was just as bad– a hundred times worse, even. “I don’t talk about her... You can see why.” he gestured to the girl dressed in nothing but her chemise, wildly plowing through the bread box as if she were a raccoon digging through the trash.

“Hi there! I’m Marco, Jean’s friend.” Marco called out, flashing his signature smile once even if she wasn’t facing him. Upon hearing his voice, her eyes widened as she slowly craned her neck to face him. She was underdressed and overeating at the assumption that her family were the only people home, but to her dismay, they had a guest over. To make matters worse, he was drop-dead gorgeous and charming.

“Hi.” she greeted flatly, a piece of bread unattractively falling from her mouth as she spoke. A blush made it was to her cheeks, burning brighter upon hearing Jean comment on how much of a pig she is. “Bye.” she muttered as she made a run for her room, hoping that the incident will easily be forgotten and that she could redeem herself if she changed into more sightly clothes.

––

“Your turn.” Jean muttered, eyebrows furrowing as he thoroughly inspected the remaining cards he had. Currently, the boys were engaged in a rather intense game of poker, hoping that soon enough, their eyes will tire out and they would get some sleep. “Be nice.” he joked, making the other chuckle softly and playfully shrug.

Apprehensively, Marco put down his card of choice, immediately regretting it upon seeing that he had no good cards left after that. Thankfully, his opponent laid down a card that gave him a chance to make another move. With a triumphant smile, he laid down a straight flush and ended the game.

“Damn you!” Jean groaned and hung his head, feeling defeated and outsmarted. On the other hand, Marco basked in his victory and teasingly gloated. Shaking his head and offering a high-five, he commended the other for being so clever in the game and challenged him to another round.

Before they could even start preparing the cards, a soft knock followed by the creak of the door was heard. Jean assumed that it was his mother, making him slightly frown and wonder what was she still doing at this time of the night. To their surprise, his sister poked her head in, smiling brightly before entering the room. Thankfully, she was decently dressed this time.

“Midnight snack, anyone?” she asked in a sickly sweet voice. Ignoring Jean’s protests, she made herself comfortable on the empty spot beside Jean before laying down the tray of biscuits she brought in front of them. “Ooh, poker? Can I play? I’m really good at it.” she asked sheepishly, shooting a rather flirtatious grin at Marco. Upon having him smile back, she giggled coyly before looking away.

“Go away, freak.“ Jean grumbled, shifting the cards away from her and turning his back on her. Pouting slightly, she huffed and made an effort to squeeze herself in between them, making sure that she wasn’t getting too close to Marco.

In an attempt to establish a good image in front of her new-found crush, she snuggled closer to her brother and leaned her head on his shoulder, muttering about how much she missed him. Much to her dismay, she was harshly shrugged off as the elder man muttered something about not being able to concentrate when she was being annoying. Rolling her eyes, she scooted closer and leaned her chin on his shoulder, peeking at his cards as she whispered possible moves he could make.

“Fuck off! You’re so annoying!” he growled, shoving her harshly enough to knock her to the floor. In shock and humiliation, she lay frozen on the floor for a few minutes before she stood up. Cheeks burning red, she muttered her apologies to bewildered Marco, and gave Jean a harsh glare before making her exit.

––

“Hey.” his warm, gentle voice filled her ears as he joined her to sit on the window sill. Upon noting his presence, she harshly wiped the tears off her cheeks before rasping out a greeting. “Are you alright?” he asked softly, voice dripping with concern and worry. While he was aware that Jean was rather hot-headed and filter-less, he never knew that the same treatment extended to his own family members.

“Yeah.” she whispered, avoiding his gaze and averting her attention to the starry sky in front of her. As much as she was used to Jean’s brash attitude, she never thought that it would lead to her downfall one day. At that moment, she wished that her older brother was more gentle, especially in front of his cute friend.

“Jean’s softer than anyone would think, you know?” he started, smiling to himself at the thought of his friend’s vulnerability that he was able to witness. “He’s expressive and blunt, but not so much when it comes to people he truly and deeply cares for.” he added, making her turn to him with a puzzled look on her face. Memories of Jean’s attitude towards her and their parents as compared to other people came flooding back, and then it all made sense– Marco was right on that.

Sniffing, she only nodded in agreement and feel her mood slowly start to return to normal. Not only was Marco a handsome face, but he was great with his words and thoughts as well– he was perfect, and she felt herself falling with each passing second. Managing a small smile, she looked him in the eye and mumbled a sincere “thank you”, eliciting his angelic grin.

“It’s nothing, really. I’m glad I could help.” he responded, scooting closer to her. Once he was close enough, his hand reached out to brush against her cheek, gently wiping off a stray tear. “I never knew Jean has a sister, you know.” he muttered with his eyes fixed on her, drinking in each and every feature. “I never knew that she’d be so beautiful, too.” he added, grinning sheepishly as a tinge of pink made its way to his cheeks.

"Stooop.” she lightly poked him in the arm and giggled coyly, strongly reminding the man of how her mother acted earlier that day. “You’re pretty handsome yourself, mister.” was her cheeky response, bashfully looking away once she uttered those words. Grinning from ear to ear, he graciously accepted the compliment with butterflies flittering about in his stomach.

The pair sat in silence as the night grew deeper, absentmindedly gazing at the stars. Soon enough, they found themselves yawning and rubbing their eyes, making them chuckle at how they were fighting back their sleepiness. It was worth it, after all, as it gave them time to enjoy each other’s presence.

“We should head to bed.” he mumbled, stretching out before hopping off the window sill. Humming in agreement, she yawned before following suit, feeling sparks go off in her stomach at how his hand lightly brushed against her arm in an attempt to help her down.

“Good night then, Marco.” she greeted, smiling brightly as she slowly backed away. “I hope you and Jean can join mom and I for breakfast. I’ll be properly dressed by then.” she said in a jest, making him laugh heartily in response. As she turned on her heel and took a couple steps towards her room, she felt his hand wrap around her wrist and spin her around, making her eyes widen in shock upon noting how close they were to each other.

“Good night.” he greeted back, his deep voice as smooth as honey. Mustering all the courage he had in his system, he moved forward and pressed a tender kiss on her forehead. “I’ll see you in the morning.” he whispered against her skin before making his way to Jean’s room, leaving the girl stunned and in love. 

[murasakiyuzu]

43 + a ship of your choice!

is it

is it still a drabble if its 1k? sweats

i guess i should practice drabbles a bit more lmao………

but this rly helped me get my Writing juices running again, so thank u for sending me a prompt, @satyr-syd! i hope ull like this silly thing, i rly admire u and ur writing

edit: read on AO3 here!

Oikawascurries into Hanamaki and Matsukawa’s shared apartment, banging the door shutand pressing his back against the reassuring solidity of wood. His chest isheaving and his hair… is as perfect as ever, somehow. Yet, out of habit,Oikawa raises a hand to fiddle with his bangs.

In theliving room couch facing the door, Hanamaki and Matsukawa turn their heads toregard him with twin aloofness. Hanamaki is lying on the couch with his headpillowed on Matsukawa’s lap, while his boyfriend is holding a bunch of grapesin one hand and seemingly using his other one to pop one purple pearl at a timeinto his beloved’s waiting mouth.

Oikawaspares one thought to how ridiculous his best friends are before he letshimself slide down against the door and sits on the floor.

After aminute of silent observation, Hanamaki and Matsukawa resume their earlieractivities.

“Aren’tyou going to ask me why I’m here?!” Oikawa protests while Hanamaki blissfullychews on a grape.

“Thisgirl on TV said it’s best to not pressure your friends into telling you theirproblems and just wait for them to come forward on their own,” Matsukawatells him lightly, pushing a grape between his own lips.

Oikawaopens his mouth and grapples for a retort, but ultimately groans infrustration.

Hanamakiglances at him with a smirk. “What’s your problem today, pretty boy?”

The airaround Oikawa seems to brighten up; whether it’s because he’s finally receivingthe attention he wants or because he’s been called pretty, it’s hard to tell.Perhaps it’s both.

“Youknow about Iwaizumi Hajime, right?”

Matsukawablinks. “The Iwaizumi Hajime in the same year and major as me? The guy yousaw talking to me on my way out of Art History class and proceeded to shamelesslyintroduce yourself to and spent three entire days telling me he’s been sculptedby the gods? That IwaizumiHajime?”

Oikawafrowns, but there are splotches of red and pink across his cheeks. “Yeah,that one.”

Matsukawaleans back on the couch with a satisfied little grin. “What abouthim?”

“Well…”Oikawa wrings his hands in a rare show of awkwardness. He usually plows througheven the most embarrassing of stories with a devil-may-care smile, so Matsukawaand Hanamaki’s joint interest is obviously piqued.

“Weeeeell…?” the two echo him inteasing coos. Oikawa glares at them and breathes deeply.

“We’vebeen hitting it off pretty well since we met. I may look like an asshole when Isay this, but I didn’t expect him to be so thoughtful when he’s all big andmacho and… has beautiful tan skin and gorgeous arms and-”

“Focus,lover boy,” Hanamaki sing-songs.

Oikawapouts, but gets back on track. “Anyway, I haven’t had the best of luck inguys-”

“Becauseyou keep picking pushy ones,” Matsukawa interjects.

“Letme finish!” Oikawa shrieks, offended. “As I was saying, even though all the boys I’ve dated were gorgeous,things never seem to work out. We were on different wavelengths.

“Ithought Iwa-chan would be just like that and I decided to try harder to make itwork this time. But he’s completely different from everyone else! We had a few datesand he’s been really respectful of boundaries without my needing to tell himanything; he didn’t even force a kiss on me right on the first date!”

Hanamaki staresat him, long-suffering. “Did you come here just to sing Iwaizumi’s praisesinto the next century? We get it, you’re dating a literal prince.”

Matsukawa wordlesslyslides another grape into Hanamaki’s mouth, and he reaches a hand to Matsukawa’scheek, giving him a smitten smile. Before Hanamaki can tack on a “you’renot the only one” or something equally sappy, Oikawa continues with hisstory.

“I’llget to the point if you stopinterrupting, damn it. Anyway, in our last date, I told him I’m gray-ace. Ithought… he needed to know there’s a possibility I’ll never feel like havingsex with him, and he took it really, really well. He told me he’s dated ace peoplebefore, which explained why it’s been so easy with him.”

“Doyou want to marry him?” Matsukawa asks with a knowing smirk.

“Iwant to marry him!” Oikawa answers with a groan, burying his face in hishands.

“Then,why are you here now and not getting a dog with him or something?”

Oikawasighs and looks up at them once more. “We were hanging out in my apartmenttoday and watching a volleyball match on TV, and we started… making out alittle bit halfway through. We got into the subject of sex, but we were kind ofjust joking around… and I… may have said we should get neon condoms andsimulate a lightsaber duel…”

“YOUDID WHAT?!” Hanamaki screeches and springs up in the couch, very nearlyknocking his forehead against Matsukawa’s.

“I WASJUST JOKING, OF COURSE I WOULDN’T-”

Hanamaki isdoubling over in scandalous laughter while Matsukawa is just giving Oikawa areally puzzled look.

“Ican’t believe it… You said that… Oh my God, what would your fangirls say…The cool and smooth Oikawa-san…” Hanamaki wheezes. Matsukawa brushes apacifying hand against his boyfriend’s back when he starts coughing.

“Idon’t think that’s a reason to come here running,” Matsukawa says with a thickbrow raised.

“It istoo!” Oikawa cries out. “You didn’t see it- He just froze up and gaveme this really horrified look!”

“OIKAWA,YOU PROPOSED TO SWORDFIGHT WITH YOUR DICKS!” Hanamaki positively hollers,and there are tears in his eyes. Matsukawa finally breaks and sputters.

Oikawalooks red as a tomato and ready to flee, and Matsukawa knows the next place he wouldgo to is their university, and that’s one hour away. Better keep him close.

Matsukawabreathes in and puts on his best “voice of reason” face. “Listen,I’m sure you just surprised him. Did you even try to talk to him afterthat?”

“No, Ijust ran here,” Oikawa says meekly and curls in on himself. “What amI gonna do? Iwa-chan was perfect and I ruined everything.”

Matsukawarolls his eyes. “Look, Oikawa, what you need to do now is…”

A ringtone fillsthe air—an overlycheerful pop song that’s Oikawa’s new addiction. Matsukawa snaps his mouth shutas Oikawa tremulously retrieves the phone from his hoodie’s front pocket. He staresdown at the screen, and his panicked gaze tells them enough without words.

“Justtalk to him already,” Hanamaki sighs, peach-pink from his laughing fit.“If he’s that much of a prince, I’m sure you two can move away from thislittle incident.”

Oikawainhales deeply and exhales, nodding resolutely. Hanamaki and Matsukawa watchquietly as Oikawa picks up Iwaizumi’s call.

“Hey,Iwa-chan. Yes, it’s just- I’m really sorry, I said something stupid and freakedyou out. If you can just leave it…” A pause follows as Oikawa listens towhatever Iwaizumi has to say. Hanamaki has to hold in the whim to ask Oikawa toput the call on speaker. “Uh… No, it’s nothing, you should just forgetabout it…” Oikawa frowns at his legs, criss-crossed on the floor. Hesighs. “It’s from Star Wars, Iwa-chan. You know about Star Wars,right?”

Hanamaki issnickering again and Matsukawa has to lightly slap his thigh so he’ll get agrip. Oikawa’s bashfulness turns into shock.

“You’ve never watched Star Wars?! Iwa-chan! Still, most people know about thelightsabers, have you been living under a rock?” Oikawa stops, then gaspsin mock-offense. “You brute! We’re going to watch every one of the movieswhen I get there!”

Iwaizumisays something, and Oikawa is clearly melting with relief in front of his bestfriends. He smiles to himself. “Yeah, I know. Thank you, Iwa-chan.”

Oikawahangs up and drops the hand with the phone, seemingly lost in thought.

“Nowthat that’s taken care of,” Matsukawa says, breaking the silence,“can we commoners get a bit of time for ourselves? There’s some making outin order here as well.”

“Alright,alright,” Oikawa sighs and gets up from the floor. He smiles and opens hismouth to say something, but then halts. “I was going to thank you, but youdidn’t help at all.”

“You’rewelcome!” Hanamaki chirps and entwines his arms around Matsukawa’s neck.“Make us your best men at the wedding, alright?”

Oikawahuffs indignantly and leaves with a carefree wave of his hand. The door clicksshut and Hanamaki plants a kiss on Matsukawa’s cheek.

“Now, wherewere we?”