#they have definitely kissed oh so tenderly as only bros can

[findafight]

Argyle is so great I love him so much that man is ride or die for Jonathan before S4 starts he's like yes I WILL befriend this sad little weirdo from bumfuck nowhere and yes I will drive him and his little siblings around everywhere and yes I will kiss him tenderly and try to help him with his girl trouble and oh whoops! I have been roped into a government conspiracy I guess I will also drive my bff and his little brother and his brother's bestie who I am mad at on behalf of said brother because he's a little bitch who is breaking the kid's heart across the country because their sister is kidnapped by the government and we need to save the world or something. Truly amazing.

[shotosprincess]

♡ dating the bnha boys — hcs

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➪ shoto todoroki

pls you’ve prolly been terrified of him for a while prior bc of how ?? talented ?? the mf is ??

but mans prolly saved you at some point and there was this lingering stare you two shared before he left you at recovery girls’ office; were you reading too far into things ?

spoiler alert: you weren’t.

anYWAYS-

he’s the kind of boyfriend to tenderly brush your hair for you and attempt to learn how to tie and braid your hair up in cute ,, simple designs !!

he’d always be ready with little things you’re constantly forgetting; extra snacks,, water,, a fully charged portable charger ,, trust me when i say that man is pREPARED- after all ,, he needs to be ready with everything to take care of his little sweetheart ,, does he not ?

ONLY TWO POINTS IN AND IM ALREADY CRYING BC I LOVE HIM SM BYE BYE BYE

at some point he’d find you sitting on the roof by yourself late at night,, only to stay with you and let you fall asleep on his chest as he drapes a blanket over you and heats it up a lil with his quirk

OKAY YOU CANNOT TELL ME THAT THAT MAN WOULDNT HOLD THE DOOR OPEN FOR YOU AT ALL TIMES AND WOULD SOMETIMES EVEN GET LOWKEYHIGHKEY KINDA SAD WHEN YOU DONT LET HIM

prolly bc he just wants to prove to you that he can be useful

pls just let the man know he’s useful and important he never shows it directly but he needs the reassurance—

he’d give you a warm massage w his quirk whenever you’re in pain :”)

HIDES AND PROTECTS YOU FROM MINETA BC HE KNOWS DAMN WELL WHAT THAT LITTLE SHIT FANTASIZES ABOUT

loves heating//cooling things for you ,, like instant noodles or ice packs !!

surprises you w jewelry that have his initials on them !!

GIVES THE BEST CUDDLES I SWEAR

would hold an umbrella for u while you loop your arm into his as the two of you walk home through the light rain :”)

cries into your chest sometimes after youve fallen asleep bc it’s late nights like these when he reflects on just how lucky of a guy he is to have you— it’s hard for him to articulate it directly ,, but when he does fully open up to you ab it ,, you end up crying too .

WOULD 110% MAKE THE TWO OF YOU YOUR OWN PERSONAL LIL ICE RINK AND TEACH YOU HOW TO SKATE // DO FUN FIGURE SKATING DUOS WITH YOU

➪ katsuki bakugou

prolly got with you initially bc of a dare ( and he nEVER passes up a dare ) ,, but eventually those feelings started to become real and honestly ? it kinda scared the shit outta him . he didn’t know why ,, but for some reason he didnt actually want to leave .

OKAY LARA JEAN AND PETER MF KAVINSKY TYPE BEAT ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎ HIT US WITH THE FAKE RELATIONSHIP TO REAL RELATIONSHIP TROPE YESYESYES

teasingly-mean nicknames = his love language . enough said .

AGGRESSIVE !! KISSES !! ALL !! THE DAMN !! TIME !!

makes you wear his hoodie whenever you show even the sLIGHTEST hint at being cold

he just rly wants to see you in his clothes

he’s so clueless on how to do this whole boyfriend thing ,, but he’s definitely trying bc it’s for you :”)

watches and tries so desperately to copy all the cute couples in the movies you guys watch together

“ roses...do you want roses ? “ “ what ? “ “ the guy in the movie gave her roses...do you want roses too ? “

but at the end of the day you just appreciate him for who he is and that’s more than enough for you :”)

PLS DENKI AND KIRI ARE CONSTANTLY SHOCKED AT HOW MUCH HE’S TRYING FOR YOU

will take any and every opportunity to show off his strength and quirk to you <3

now we all know this man gets jealous hella easily ,, and its no different w relationships :”) he’d constantly make it a point to hold you extra close to him in public ,, show you off on social media and call you by a nickname//petname whenever possible just to reiterate to ppl the fact that you’re his and he’s yours

WOULD LET YOU SIT ON HIS LAP AND DO HIS EYELINER AT 2AM PURELY BC YOU GOT BORED

pls i could rly see myself doing that i wont lie

honestly sometimes he forgets himself and his temper gets a little out of hand ,, but the second he sees his feral reflection in your fearful eyes,, he pulls you to his chest and apologizes profusely :”))

➪ denki kaminari

MF PROLLY GOT WITH YOU BC OF A RIGGED GAME OF SPIN THE BOTTLE AT MINA’S PLACE I CANNOT SEE ANYTH HAPPENING OTHERWISE

one tiny kiss turned into two ,, which turned into three ,, and before you knew it ,, the both of you were spilling out the pent up feelings you had for one another all this time—

mina never shuts up ab it ,, she’s so proud of her matchmaking skills

when the power goes out during a storm ,, he holds onto you tight and plays w your hair as he uses his quirk to turn things back on ,,, “ shhh it’s ok,, i’m here “

will do anything and everything to make you smile <3

he has a lil album in his camera roll with all his favourite pictures of you ,, which is practically just all of them tbh ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

HE LOVES SHOWING YOU OFF IN THE MOST WHOLESOME WAY POSSIBLE !!

super energetic n bubbly but at the end of your dates he passes out right away in your arms

you make sure to wrap him up in blankets and give him an overload of kisses after he’s rly asleep though

will work embarrassingly hard to win you stuffed animals at the fair !! it doesn’t always work ,, but it’s cute nontheless <3

some of the staff and children at the fairs get pissed off but oh well ,,, what you do for love

pls he prolly makes you lil bento boxes for lunch every now and then ( ESPECIALLY DURING EXAM WEEK ) w tiny notes and designs taped on them

constantly calls you “ shawty “ lowkey un ironically and dice rolls in ur direction whenever he sees you ,,, you just end up laughing and playfully punching him

I JUST KNOW HE DOES THE F BOY LIP BITE FACE CONSTANTLY

ITS AN ADDICTION FOR HIM I SWEAR

SUPER CLINGY BUT IN THE CUTEST WAY AAAA

LIL STICKY NOTE LOVE LETTERS FROM HIM IN YOUR LOCKER EVERY !! MF !! DAY !!!

you both agreed that at home cozy netflix dates w microwave popcorn and fuzzy blankets >>> movie theatre dates

110% made a playlist for you at some point when he crushed on you from afar and shared it w you after you started dating

he made a collaborative playlist for yall AND multiple playlists of songs that remind him of you afterwards

pls i just kNOW this man’s love language is making playlists

theyre prolly all categorized by mood or smth too w the cutest covers ever pls

➪ ejirou kirishima

you initially met him bc he was hella upset and alone this one time and you were the only one to notice and be there for him bc he ran away from everyone else to hide the “ uNmanLy “ tears :”))

takes you w him on his lil gym visits ,, hypes you up with every little thing u accomplish !!

constantly teasing bakugou with how he’s able to pull you and how lucky he is to have you

bakugou gets hella annoyed most of the time and just blasts him away-

idk bro i just feel like kiri prolly calls you “ adorable “ alot i wont lie-

LOVES HAND HOLDING,, takes any opportunity to hold ur hand and trace lil casual patterns across your knuckles w his thumb

sometimes he’ll even draw lil hearts on your hand

play fighting but sometimes the two of you get too carried away and he actually loses half of the time-

LATE NIGHT GAME NIGHTS WITH HIM AND THE BAKUSQUAD,, he loves being on the team against you so he can get all competitive

OK HEAR ME OUT;;;; DANCE BATTLES W HIM AS YOUR PARTNER AGAINST RANDOM PPL AT PARTIES

mans gets hella insecure ab himself sometimes ,, so he loves doing lil things for you !! opening a can ,, pulling the blanket over you ,, zipping up your jacket <33

STOP WAIT THATS SO CUTE BYE I WANT THAT

lets you dye his hair—THATS HOW MUCH HE TRUSTS YOU BYE

pls yall prolly aggressively play wii sports and just dance against one another on a regular basis;; it’s literally your thing and you cannot tell me otherwise ahjdjfj

pls i just KNOW this man’s an overly passionate wii player

will wrap his arms around your waist and hug u from behind as you make breakfast

WOULD WEAR MATCHING EARRINGS W YOU IF ITS FOR YOU

slow dances in the living room at midnight w you !!

eventually as you spent more time together ,,, you were able to change his idea of “ manliness “ ,, and he was able to realize that manliness is not equivalent to stoicism and that expressing ur feelings is still totally manly and totally valid !! <33

[starryseo]

purify. [3/3] | seo changbin

the gif has absolutely no relevance but holy shit it’s beautiful

pairing ↠ changbin x gn!reader genre ↠ humour, fluff, the boys are Bad Bros wc ↠ 2550 summary ↠ the gang comes to your rescue. naturally, chaos ensues. warnings ↠ swearing, a lot of dirty jokes (this is peak dumbassery for the boys)  a/n ↠ please don’t do any of this at home. but if you do, let me know how it goes!

read:  mess (part one) | mayhem (part two) | PURIFY

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Fact: Seo Changbin was not a tall man, by any means.

And yet taming this wild beast of a boy was no easy feat - especially after Woojin, Taekwondo maestro and Kendo wizard, took a knee to his nethers and was out of the game.

Changbin had headlocked Jisung who, in turn, had kicked out reflexively at Hyunjin which had Hyunjin toppling over onto Seungmin. And now, Seungmin was sitting on Hyunjin’s back (as he screamed about how he can’t fucking breathe with this bitch on me), punching his ass and Jisung was turning redder than a hot chili. Jeongin was, thankfully, recording this from a safe distance, so when the day was over and done with, none of you ever forgot the beautiful memories that transpired on this fine evening.

You were nursing Woojin back to health, but Changbin had landed a solid kick to his nuts and he was still whimpering in pain as you held an ice pack to his unfairly-thick thighs - the poor, poor man - and you made sure to add kick bin’s tic tac to your to-do list. Nobody hurts Woojin and gets away with it.

Chan, who had been underneath Changbin this entire time, has stopped screaming - you’re pretty sure he’s unconscious now - and it takes Minho and Felix both pouring water over Changbin for the chaos in front of you to stop.

Jisung’s wheezing filled the room and Changbin was heavily panting out his frustration. “I’m not," he huffed, “a demon. Now- fuck off.”

“You’re an-” a loud, shuddering inhale from Jisung, “an asshole.”

“Holy shit,” - holy shit, Chan was alive! - “your bony ass was stabbing me.”

“Serves you right,” Changbin gloated, finally moving off of Chan to slump against the sofa.

“We’re adding squats to your workout,” Chan continued, rolling over before wincing and rolling back, “Someone massage me, please, I think I’m dying.”

“Stop being a baby,” Seungmin replied, and it was only then that you all noticed he was covering Hyunjin’s mouth with one hand and pummelling Hyunjin with the other.

“Oh, fuckin’ hell, get off him,” Minho laughed, making no move to actually help Hyunjin out.

You pulled Seungmin back by his shoulder and he easily fell off of Hyunjin, giving the other boy a blissful reprieve from a brutal spanking.

“I need a massage, too,” Hyunjin groaned, tenderly rubbing his ass and recoiling, “holy shit, this burns, what the fuck, man?”

Seungmin shrugged, “You hit me first, man. War is fair shit, y’know?”

“That’s not how the saying goes, you prick.” Hyunjin’s pout had you aww’ing, sitting down cross-legged in front of him so he could rest his head on your lap.

He sighed and nuzzled in further, placing your hands atop his head, urging you to massage him. You snorted but acquiesced, running your fingers through the strands, “Want me to kiss it better, too?”

“Yes please, babe,” Hyunjin replied, eyes closed and mindless tracing shapes onto your leg.

Changbin kicked Hyunjin’s ass after that which had the latter gripping your thigh reflexively and growling, “What the fuck?”

Your mind couldn’t even begin to process how hot that sounded - seriously, you’d seen Hyunjin proudly burp the alphabet, yet this one moment had you weak in the knees?

Pathetic.

“Y/n’s my babe, duh,” Changbin shrugged and you rolled your eyes when he shot you a wink.

“Bastard,” Hyunjin grumbled, sighing out and closing his eyes once more.

“I hate to interrupt this cute-as-shit moment between you all, but are we forgetting why we came here?” Felix questioned, hands on his hips, looking like a disappointed Superman because everyone was relaxing instead of un-demonising Changbin.

A second outbreak ensued after Felix’s announcement - his words had somehow enlivened them all, Woojin leaped up, Hyunjin and Seungmin tag-teamed and took down Changbin, Chan’s back pain was still there, sadly - but this was much more successful than their first takedown attempt.

You stayed on the safe side once more, massaging Chan’s shoulders - holy shit, the man was broad - and maybe your hands slipped to feel his biceps but neither of you were complaining; you’re pretty sure Chan was flexing, just to show off, too, and damn, was that a great life experience. You prayed to God that nothing would ever make you forget the feeling of his muscles beneath your hands.

Hyunjin and Seungmin were now sitting on each of Changbin’s arms; Minho was shirtless - what a sight that was - as he’d used his top to tie Changbin’s legs together; Felix was cooing, gently brushing Changbin’s head as he muttered, “It’s all gonna be okay, baby, I’m here for you, we’ll get through this, yeah?”

Woojin was slumped on the sofa, holding the wet ice pack to his face because Changbin had managed to headbutt him near the start of this fiasco. It was just not his day.

After hauling Changbin into his room and ever-so-gently dropping him onto his bed, the boys took a breather.

“Damn,” Chan whistled, looking around Changbin’s room, “you cleaned this up nicely, y/n.”

“It was me, asshole!” Changbin exclaimed, a proud grin on his face, “I tidied up.”

“Sure you did, Bin,” Seungmin rolled his eyes, “We believe you.”

“Y/n,” Changbin whined in response, “Tell ‘em the truth.”

“Of course it was all me,” you smirked, “Changbin just supervised all my hard work.”

“Sweet, wanna help me and Lix out, too, then?” Jisung popped in, sending an overly-sweet smile your way.

“Nope, nevermind, it was all Bin, he’s your man.”

“He is my man,” Felix sighed dreamily, laying beside Changbin in bed.

“Alright, let’s get him ready,” Minho said, dragging in a duffel bag - when did that get here? - as he entered.

From his position, Felix easily rolled on top of Changbin as the others held down whatever flying limbs they could. 

Just as they all managed to pin him down, Minho whipped out handcuffs, the fiery red cuffs immediately drawing everyone’s attention.

“Why…” Chan started, loosening his grip on Changbin’s leg, but he was too shocked to move anyway, “Why on Earth do you have handcuffs?”

“Do you see me questioning your kinks?” Minho drawls, walking over to Changbin who just stares in wonder at Minho.

“Right,” Chan coughed, grabbing onto Changbin’s leg once more, “forget I asked.”

“That’s what I thought, daddy,” Minho teased, shooting a wink over his shoulder to Chan who had a pretty pink blush tainting his cheeks.

The sound of the cuffs clicking seemed to break everyone out of their stupor; you viewed Changbin laying down on bed like that - arms restrained above his head - in a whole new light, and the sight had you snickering.

“You like being tied up, Bin?” you teased, pinching his cheek and, despite having his wrists tethered to his headboard, he tried reaching out for you anyway.

The cuffs pulled him back, clinking against the board as he growled, “Watch your ass when I’m outta these, y/n, you’re so dead.”

You pouted. “Don’t they feel good, though, Binnie?”

You trailed your finger around his wrist, feeling the fluffy material of the cuffs and, you definitely should have expected this - but whatever brain cells you had probably died when you were feeling up Chan - because the next thing you knew was that your own wrist was being grabbed by Changbin’s hand, and damn was his grip strong.

“Let go,” you groaned, trying to pull your hand away, but Changbin was mighty and relentless. “Help me!” You pleaded to the other boys who stood there and watched - Jeongin was still filming (pay respects to his phone storage) as the others just laughed at the turn of events.

“Stay there,” Minho replied, returning to the bag, “Keep him occupied while we do this.”

“Keep him occu- What the hell am I supposed to do?”

“Well, he is tied up, you could… you know...” Minho trailed off and you stared at him dully as he kept raising his brows suggestively.

“Nope, no, you do not have my consent, y/n,” Changbin shook his head, grip on your wrist tightening.

“Oh my God, ew, I would never,” you scoffed.

“Why the hell not, what’s wrong with me?” Was Changbin being serious right now?

“Holy shit, where do I start?”

“Maybe y/n’s just jealous?” Jisung interrupted. He continued when you and Changbin raised your brows in question. “Maybe they wanna be tied up instead?”

Changbin turned to you with a smirk, raising his eyebrows teasingly and you rolled your eyes, facepalming with your free hand. 

“Being on top is great,” Felix randomly interjected, leaning his chin on Changbin’s chest.

“Yeah, I can really feel your happiness,” Changbin snickered, and that remark had you all shrieking in disgust.

“Gross, Lix, what the hell, dude?” Jisung exclaimed, punching Felix’s shoulder.

“You popped a- a- Ew, fuck dude!” Hyunjin sputtered, jumping off the bed and away from his perch beside Felix.

“No!” Felix yelled, instantly sitting up and straddling Changbin, “Look, I haven’t!”

“Oh fuck- No one’s gonna look!” Chan said, immediately turning his face to the ceiling.

“I’m looking,” Minho smirked, “And so is y/n-”

“No, I’m not-”

“He’s safe, don’t worry. Woojin you can open your eyes again.” Minho dumped the contents of the bag onto Changbin’s bed, a wide variety of objects and food tumbling out. “Onto more… pressing matters.”

(He smirked when Felix muttered Fuck you.)

“Grab some shit, ladies, let’s get to work.” Minho stated, grabbing a blindfold.

Jisung jumped to pick something up first, but he groaned when he couldn’t open up the cheesy nacho sauce jar. His hands were red from trying to twist the top off, and he whined when it still wouldn’t budge. “It’s so hard!”

You snorted, “That’s what Felix said!”

Felix shot a nasty glare your way. Tough crowd.

“Give it here,” Chan said, holding his hand, “you just need to grip it right before you twist.”

From the lewd smirk he shot your way, you knew exactly what was going through Changbin’s mind. You rolled your eyes because of course his mind jumps to the gutter, how typical.

You haven’t ever taken part in an exorcism - at least you could tick that off your bucket list now - but you were pretty sure whipped cream and feather dusters weren’t usually part of the ritual.

Seungmin had pulled out a bluetooth speaker and was playing some Latin chants out loud as they all began to work on Changbin.

This was more revenge for all of the times Changbin had played you all and you wondered why none of you had thought to do this sooner. Five years of torture and you only got your revenge now? You were slacking.

Changbin’s grip on your wrist didn’t cease - really, it only got tighter when the others began their tormenting - but he loosened up whenever it was too tight.

With your restricted movement, you resorted to just pinching whatever parts of Changbin you could reach. You started with his cheeks, squishing them together until he pouted and you moved on to pulling his ears then flicking his neck.

Eventually, you got tired. You nudged his shoulder and he shuffled along his bed as best as he could. You sat down, mindlessly tracing his red cheeks, booping his nose which he promptly scrunched to look like a bunny. Your hand found its way into his hair and you messed around with the strands, twirling them around your fingers as you leaned your head against the headboard.

You gave up on focussing on what the others were doing.

Chan had spread jam on Changbin’s hands, Seungmin had poured water on Changbin’s socks - Woojin had even signed his forehead. God, this was a disaster.

You stopped watching when Minho began taking off Changbin’s belt. 

After some time - about ten minutes, but the boys had done some seriously-traumatic damage - they all stopped, dropping whatever was in their hands and slumping on the floor.

“By the power vested in me,” Minho started, voice half-muffled as he spoke into the floor, “I condemn your demon ass back home.”

“S’it finally over?” Changbin groaned, nudging you with his shoulder. He had long since let go of your wrist but you had made no move away from him, finding comfort in just resting beside him. You had, however, removed the blindfold a while ago, so he was mentally preparing everyone’s (except yours, of course) cruel demise.

“Alrighty,” Jisung said, jumping up from the ground and clapping loudly to invigorate everyone, “Let’s haul ass, boys!”

“Yep, have fun cleaning this shit up!” Hyunjin said, and the rest of the boys followed him out of the room.

Were they seriously just leaving you with this mess?

Holy shit, there was ketchup on the ceiling, and mayo on the lamp? What the hell had they been doing?

You were too stunned to stop them because there was no way they were leaving you to clear this shit up, but the slam of the front door informed you that yes, that was exactly what they had done.

Assholes.

“Can you please untie me now?”

After releasing the cuffs, Changbin had eased into his bed, despite all the questionable substances on his sheets. The man went through a fate worse than Hell for ten whole minutes, and you felt kind of bad. 

So, you got up despite your aching neck - slouching on the headboard was not your smartest idea - and headed to the bathroom. You turned the tap on, filling the tub up before you pulled out some new sheets from the cupboard and headed back into his warzone of a room.

His eyes were closed, but he wasn’t sleeping. “What’re you doin’?” He slurred, shuffling on his bed and groaning when some orange sauce trickled down his neck.

“Cleaning up,” you laughed, moving to help him sit up, “I started a bath for you, go.”

He trudged out of the room and you groaned, staring at the disaster in front of you.

Just yesterday, his room was sparkling brighter than Edward Cullen, and now? His socks were hanging off the lights.

You stripped away his bed sheets, dumping them on the floor, but the room was still a shitshow and it was way too late - holy shit, it was past 3am, so too early - to try cleaning the room. You quickly put on the new bedsheets and decided that, after this hellish day, he could sleep in your bed. The man deserved something nice after having Felix straddle his thighs.

“Yo, y/n!” Changbin called out from the bathroom, “Mind bringing me some clothes?”

You grabbed some fresh nightwear out of his cupboard and some Pokemon boxers because obviously he had those filling his drawer. After passing those to him through the door’s opening, making sure not to peek because you didn’t want to be scarred for life with a naked Changbin, you waited for him to come out.

He wordlessly followed you back to your bedroom, turning the lights off and taking your offer to share the bed.

“I could’ve slept on the sofa, y’know,” he mumbled, voice drifting into a yawn.

“S’not that comfy,” you murmur, “just sleep.”

“Night, babe.”

“G’night, Bin.”

And if either of you woke up cuddling the other, not a word was mentioned to the other boys.

[foolishlovebugbaby]

kiss it better

highschool!au / han x clinic-volunteer!reader

Summary: han always makes excuses to go to the clinic to see reader, but a reversal of roles occurs and he just might kiss it better. 

Genre: fluff; is heart-pounding a genre??

Warnings: smooches here, smooches there, some swearing??

perhaps you got more than you bargained for when you signed up to be a student volunteer at your school’s clinic. but to be fair, it did look promising. 

it gave you extra credit on your report card, added into your community service hours and gave you a chance to feel like you were somehow helping people.

what you failed to realise was that it took up a lot of your time- staying in the clinic during lunches, giving up your free periods during the day, and always accompanying every single sport team when they had to go to their games. so your days dragged on, surrounded by the nurses who were all in their late 30′s, either stuck in the corner reading a book when no one came in, or conversing with the patients that came in. 

it’s senior year, you said to yourself. just one last lap.

needless to say, your routine became totally, completely, and absolutely boring.

“uhm, h-hello?” a voice squeaked from the entrance to the clinic. it was lunch time, so all the nurses were either at the canteen buying their food, or out eating lunch. which left you to your own devices, doing your math homework and sipping on a juice box all cramped in the corner, looking more like a patient than a student volunteer. 

han stumbled in the clinic, looking like a lost, wounded puppy. you still hadn’t noticed his presence as your vision was clouded with the logarithmic functions in front of you. 

he winced as he moved, his swollen ankle making it ten times harder to function.

“ouch! why the fuck- who placed a fucking box there fuck-” he yelped and winced as his ankle knocked onto the file cabinet on the floor. you finally looked up and frantically ran over to him.

“oh my god are you okay? i’m sorry i didn’t see you, what happened?” you rambled, slinging his arm around you neck and your arm around his middle to support his as he limped to the med bed in pain.

“just get a nurse, please- shit it hurts so bad.” his face was contorted in pain as he gingerly rested his hand on his ankle, immediately pulling back from the pain.

“w-well, it’s just me right now. the nurses are out having lunch- but i can help you! don’t worry, i know what i’m doing.” you said that last part confidently as you stood across from him. only now did he realise that it was you.

“wait, don’t i know you?” he said, confusion laced in his voice. 

you got a good look at him and realised that yes, you did in fact know each other.

“oh, we shared math and chemistry together sophomore year.” you said nonchalantly, making your way over to the supply cabinet to get a wrap and anti-inflammatory spray.

it was like a light bulb went off in him.

“oh right! you’re the one that was always late to class!” he snickered at you and you pouted.

“hey! i always had to rush to get to class because it was right after volunteering here! and it didn’t help that they were on the other side of the world.” you huffed and pouted, slumping down on your swivel chair and swivelling slowly towards the injured boy. he only snickered more at you.

he loved the cute juxtaposition between your puppy dog eyes and the fact that they were glaring lasers at him, and how you slumped adorably in your chair like a child who had just been given a timeout. he just found you cute as a button, and he wondered why he had never noticed you before.

while he didn’t wonder that outloud, his expression surely gave him away as his head tilted to the side as he looked at you and let his stare linger. you suddenly grew self-conscious and felt the heat rise up to your face, turning your ears and cheeks a soft red. 

“ahem,” you cleared your throat and avoided his gaze, focusing your attention back on his injured foot. 

“so, wanna tell me how this bad boy happened?” you asked as you brought his foot up to rest on your lap. you carefully untied his shoes.

“well, to keep it short, i was just goofing around with my friends on the soccer field and- ouch fuck careful please- i’m not particularly good at, well, sports in general and they’re all- ah, that stings- on the soccer team so, uh, here i am.” he said as he winced in pain, his brows furrowing and his bottom lip clamped between his teeth. 

you felt bad, but you had to keep maneuvering his foot to remove his shoe and sock. 

“well, guess we know that god really doesn’t want you to be on our soccer team,” he let out a breathy laugh at that. “does that hurt?” you softly asked and gently pressed around the parts where the bruise was forming. his pained expression was enough to tell you ‘fuck, a lot.’ so you withdrew your hand from the area and began to open the anti inflammatory spray. 

“so what does a student volunteer do at a dingy place like this?” he said and leaned back a lot more relaxed as you sprayed the cooling substance onto his ankle.

“it’s not dingy,” you chuckled, rolling your eyes. “i’ll have you know it’s an excellent, most superb way to waste your youth.” you said and he laughed at that, a boyish grin plastered on his face and his eyes making crescent moons. you couldn’t help but look at him for a second longer than you intended.

his dark hair was tousled at the top of his head, adding to that boyish charm he radiated, and you could swear his smile left the sun jobless. you liked the slight crook he had to his front teeth, and that his cheeks looked like marshmallows when he smiled wide like that. 

you blushed and looked away, not because he had caught you staring but because the mere thought of him doing so left you embarrassed. 

you continued to work on his ankle, tenderly wrapping the gauze around and being careful not to press too hard. 

“in all honesty this place isn’t as bad as it seems. it’s... fulfilling, kind of. getting to help people.” you spoke softly, your focus still on the job at hand. jisung could only admire you while you did, staring at you fondly from afar.

“there we go. no more soccer for you for, like, ever.” you smiled and lifted your gaze back up at him. but he was already staring back at you, his gaze soft and lips in a smile of adoration. 

“do i have something on my face?” you chuckled nervously.

“n-no, i-it’s just- how have we never spoken before?” he wondered out loud. three whole years of highschool had gone by and you only knew each other in passing.

“i don’t know. i guess i was too busy slaving away here.” you said lightheartedly, shrugging your shoulders. 

after that fateful encounter, han was determined to spend more time with you again. only one problem; neither of your schedules matched. you both had zero classes together, zero free periods at the same time, and shared no similar clubs. so after a week of discovering all that information, he decided to just visit you every lunch break, assuming you’d be there.

“if you don’t have any issues, then you can’t be in here. sorry, kid. school policy.” the nurse said. you looked up from your reading book to see han with wide eyes, pouting slightly. he glanced at you then back at the nurse. 

“do family issues count?” he said, flashing a boyish grin at the nurse. you felt a wide grin creep up to your lips. he liked seeing you smile. a lot.

“out.”

“okay fine, geez.”

he needed to come up with a proper game plan, and fast. so the next day, he executed the only logical thing that came to his mind.

“punch me.”

“what the fuck?”

“you heard me. punch me. c’mon. i can take it.” he said, rolling up his sleeve to expose his bicep.

“have you gone out of your mind?” his confused best friend Minho said.

“just shut up and do it already man. please i’m begging you c’mon please.” he whined like a toddler begging their parents for money to buy ice cream. minho only gaped at him.

“i need you to, bro. trust me i’ll explain it to you later just hurry- ouch! fuck! i meant lightly, you dickwad!” he yelped in pain.

“you literally asked for it, dude.” 

“okay yeah yeah whatever thanks a lot for the bruise geez.” and off he went, waddling to the clinic in a little more pain than he anticipated.

“knock knock,” he clutched onto his arm as he said that, ignoring the throbbing pain radiating through it.

that’s definitely gonna bruise, he thought to himself. 

 you and the nurse raised your heads towards him like meerkats.

“kid, i told you-”

“i know! but i’m actually hurting here so...” he shuffled awkwardly to the bed.

“it’s okay, i got it. you can go get lunch.” you smiled at the nurse and got up to walk over to the grinning boy. she only raised her brows at you, a knowing smile forming on her lips.

“kids these days.” she mumbled under her breath chuckling and sauntered out, leaving you and han alone.

“so, what seems to be the issue here?” 

you gently grabbed his arm in one hand and rolled up his sleeves with the other to expose the light bruise forming on his bicep. he swallowed thickly- his heart started palpitating when your soft hands held onto him, but nevermind that.

“well, uh, you could say i had it coming for me.” he said, smiling widely to hide his embarrassment and scratched the back of his neck with his free hand. you looked at him strangely and laughed.

“if you say so.”

you swiveled to the mini freezer on the other side of the room, grabbing an ice pack then a towel from one of the racks.

“so, how’s your day going?” he asked bright-eyed and smiley when you returned.

“it’s, uh, pretty okay. a little more interesting now that you’re here.” you wrapped the ice pack in the towel.

“oh? so, basically, i made your day.” he smirked, leaning closer to you playfully. you were startled by the sudden close proximity, but quickly recovered.

“you wish,” you pressed the ice pack onto his bicep, one hand still holding onto him. “i just meant it’s not everyday you see a wounded puppy walk into the infirmary.” you teasingly said.

“so you think i’m a puppy? puppies are very cute, so you just called me adorable.” 

“debatable.”

“your red ears tell me otherwise.”

“i will literally give you another bruise.”

“hickies are bruises.”

“oh my god, shut up!” your eyes were wide and cheeks a deep red, but soon enough you erupted into a fit of giggles, your laughter filling up the room.

he could swear your laugh could light up the entire world.

he laughed along with you, his heart swelling at the sight of you grinning so wide.

“you’re something else, han jisung. did you know that?” the laughter died down and your gaze met his.

something about the way you said his name and how you said it with a fond smile made his heart and mind go absolutely crazy. 

“well, you can go now. the ice pack can do most of the work for now. just give it back when you feel like you don’t need it.” you took his free hand and made him hold onto the ice pack on his arm. your touch, though fleeting, was enough to make his tummy do a backflip.

“a-ah no! i-i can’t walk, so...” he was quick to make an excuse. he didn’t want to leave, not yet at least. 

“so your bruised arm has rendered you in capable of walking?” you bit back a smile.

“well that’s uhm... you’d be amazed at what connections the human body can make.” he said sheepishly.

“whatever you say, han.”

suddenly the time spent at the clinic wasn’t so boring, thanks to han. 

over the next couple of weeks he’d pop in with a new ‘injury’, but in all actuality he just tried to find any excuse to be around you, even if it made him look like a fool. 

but only for you.

“what do you have for me today?”

“i cut myself making a paper aeroplane.”

“han, that’s a red pen mark.”

“it’s a paper cut.”

“han-”

“i’m bleeding to death over here!”

“you’re so dramatic you know that?”

he was a very cheeky boy, you realised. but he was incredibly sweet, too. he’d bring you more juice boxes to sip on during lunch and once even spent a good 10 minutes at the canteen figuring out what you would like, ultimately settling on a banana muffin. he often asked how your day was and whatever was on your mind. you appreciated his little antics, and couldn’t deny how butterflies erupted in the pit of your belly whenever you saw that same puff of ruffled hair pop through the doors of the clinic. 

it astonished you how persistent he was.

“how many times a week do i have to see you?” the nurse asked him exasperatedly.

“the goal is five.”

“for the millionth time, no issues-”

“then get out. yeah yeah i know. i have a whole load of them- they come in the form of my math textbook!”

“i give up.”

and that’s how he was able to sit next to you and do math problems for the duration of lunch time. although, not much problems were being solved.

“do you think drinking a glass of rubbing alcohol would have the same effect as going on a juice cleanse?”

“you worry me sometimes.”

“hehe that means you care about me~”

“you know what? you can test out that hypothesis of yours.”

“hehe~ then that only means i get to come back here and have you treat me back to good health~”

“i’m a student volunteer, not a doctor. the only place you’ll end up in is the emergency room.”

“can i end up in your arms too?”

“you’re insufferable, you know?”

“and you’re absolutely gorgeous.”

without a doubt, your days at the clinic were more... bright (if that’s even the right word). through all of the dumb excuses he made to visit, and the constant back and forth flirtatious banter between the two of you, you started learning a lot more about each other.

you learnt that what he really wanted to do was music, and that school was never really for him. so you begged and begged for him to rap a verse, or sing a lyric, but to no avail.

“only if you kiss my next booboo.”

“depends on where that booboo is.”

“w-what?”

“i’m just teasing~ you’re so red you look like a beetroot!”

he also learned fun facts about you, like how you were qualified to deliver cpr during emergency cases.

“so if i were to be on the brink of death right now, you’d be obliged to kiss me, yes?”

“han, that’s not how it works-”

“i’m dying, i’m dying! someone qualified to give cpr should save me right now!”

“han jisung i swear to-”

“life... slipping... away...”

“i honestly don’t know what to do with you anymore.”

“i could give you some ideas.”

“save it.”

you two fought, laughed and talked like you knew each other for years, even if it was just a couple months. but it was easy between you two, it felt natural. he loved how you’d go on a tangent ranting about your favorite series, and you loved how his eyes lit up whenever he talked about music. you connected so well, and you wondered why you didn’t meet sooner.

you were falling for him, and you were falling hard.

luckily for you, he felt the exact same.

you tried to find him in the crowds in your school, and constantly peered into different classes to see if he was there. soon enough, your friends caught on too.

“someone’s got a lil’ crushy wushy~” they teased

“i do not!”

you were never able to properly get to him, much to your dismay. but that was okay, because lunches were shared between you and him, and you and him only.

“it amazes me that you still haven’t quit that volunteering thing of yours.” your friend said as you both made your way out of class.

“is it because of that certain someone~” they teased again. you rolled your eyes.

“oh whatever, i’m late. have fun at lunch! i’ll see you at eco.” and off your went your separate ways. 

you brisk-walked your way to the clinic- not because you cared that you were late but because you were just excited to see a certain someone. it was on the other side of the school, so you decided to shortcut your way there by going across the field. big mistake.

“hey watchout-!” 

thwack.

a hard frisbee hit you square on the mouth causing you to stumble back, a throbbing pain radiating throughout your whole face.

son of a bitch that hurts!

you couldn’t scream that, though you really wanted to, because you were still in shock by the whole ordeal. your eyes were closed as you clutched onto your mouth. you were ready to pounce on whoever the hell threw the frisbee, but when you opened your eyes you saw the concerned ones of the one person you wanted to see.

“are you okay? oh my god, how many fingers am i holding up? you bastards i’m gonna whoop your ass!” he yelled the last part quite aggressively and attempted to walk over to where the guy was but you grabbed onto his hand.

“just, take me to the clinic?” you pleaded and his eyes softened.

without any hesitation, he held onto your hand firmly and lead you both there.

“wow, look at our character development. usually i’m the one tending to your wounds- or whatever those are.” you snickered as you watched him move across the room, dampening a towel. you two were alone, thank god, as the nurses had gone out for lunch.

“hush, patient. let the sexy doctor do his thang.” he winked at you and you made a face at him.

“it’s so funny to me that you know where everything is now.” 

“it’s a gift, really. now hush and sit!” he ordered dramatically, tapping on the top of the nurse’s desk. you looked at him questioningly, but obliged.

“does that hurt?” his voice was softer this time as he looked down at your lips- your very red, very plump lips. you were now at eye level with him, making it easier for him to see all the details of your face. the closeness caused his breath to hitch in his throat, but he coughed it away.

“i can still feel this throbbing pain.” you explained.

he brought a hand up to your face and held onto your chin gently using his thumb and index finger, slightly tilting your face up to get a better look. he then began to tenderly dab the towel dampened with a mixture of water and alcohol onto your bruised and slightly cut lip. you winced at the contact.

“sorry.” he was afraid of hurting you, but continued anyways. 

“a little pain now is better than lasting damage later~” you had said to him once.

he found it hard to concentrate- god, your lips were distracting him. he kept wondering what it would feel like to kiss them; to melt into them and to feel them against his own. the close proximity didn’t help, as you were all he could see. he swallowed thickly and licked his lips involuntarily, which caught your attention. 

now you were staring at his lips, too, occasionally glancing back up only to see that his full, undivided attention were on yours. both of your heart rates were picking up speed; just a little umph and there’d be no space between us, he thought to himself. 

“there... all done. is that better?”  his eyes bore into yours and his voice was quiet, but deep, and it only made your heart beat even faster. 

“i-it still hurts.” now you were the one making excuses so that he didn’t leave.

your eyes flicked back to his lips for a second, but he caught you this time. 

“maybe...” he let out a shaky breath, one which you felt fan over your lips, as he caressed your cheek with his thumb. his eyes stared intensely into yours.

“maybe i could kiss it better.” 

his voice was right above a whisper. he leaned his forehead on to yours, bringing his thumb down to caress your bottom lip ever so gently. your noses bumped and seeing his half-lidded eyes and his tongue skimming over his lips melted all your resolve away, so you closed the gap between you.

it was a gentle peck, at first. your lips met only for a second before he pulled away slightly. but your lips met again in half the amount of time. 

he kissed you gently and sweetly, being careful not to put too much pressure on your fresh wound. but god were your lips addicting. they felt like clouds up against his own and made his heart beat in a rhythm he didn’t know hearts could beat in.

he wanted more of you- no, he needed more of you, so he kissed you with a little more pressure, a little more want. this elicited a moan from you due to the slight pain, and fuck did he find that incredibly hot.

 one hand cupped your cheek while the other encircled your waist to pull you closer to him. this action made you spread your legs wider so that his waist was right in between them, your bodies flush against each other.

your hands went straight to the back of his head and you ran your hands through his hair, something you had wanted to do for so long. god were his lips soft. he kissed you with so much tenderness yet with so much need that it made you weak in the knees. if it weren’t for the desk holding you up, you swear you would’ve fallen to the ground by now.

“well that was... wow.” he said once you both pulled away for air. 

“well that was wow indeed.” your foreheads were still connected and your eyes were closed but being in your arms made him weak and god was he a fool for you. 

“you drive me insane,” he whispered, giving you a lingering kiss.

“i could say the same for you.” 

“i am so glad i hurt my ankle.”

“just kiss me, you fool.”

he didn’t know why he didn’t meet you sooner, but he definitely wasn’t going to let you go this time. 

okay that’s it i hope this made your heart go doki doki n your legs all wobbly wobbly muah muah kiss from me kiss from han have a great day/night :* <3

[ila9182]

Fictober - “I could really eat something.”

New prompt for Fictober! This story is a very silly one.

Fandom: Major Crimes - Sharon & Andy

Genre: Humour and family.

Mistakes are all mine. I hope you will enjoy this story! ;)

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25. “I could really eat something.”

“Thank you again Rusty for picking us up from the airport.” Emily said with a smile, turning her head to look at her younger brother. “We’re so going to surprise Mom!” She added, clapping happily.

Rusty rolled his eyes at his sister’s overdone cheerfulness and replied, keeping his eyes on the road as he drove his siblings to the condo, “About that, Em’… I think it’s better if we give Mom a call, so we can tell her we’re coming home early…”

“Oh come on, baby bro, you’re no fun!” Ricky exclaimed from the back seat, as he leaned to pat his brother’s shoulder. “It’s not a surprise anymore if we call to tell her we’re about to arrive.”

“Listen, I don’t think it’s a good idea.” Rusty insisted with a sigh. “Isn’t it already a surprise if you tell her that you two are in town?”

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.” Emily replied before shaking her head, “What are you so afraid of, Rusty?” She asked curiously, glancing at her brother.

“I just want to avoid any uncomfortable situation.” Rusty cringed as his mind pictured what his mother and Andy could be up to. He shook his head in an attempt to chase those unpleasant thoughts away.

Ricky chuckled and covered his mouth with a hand when he saw Rusty glare at him in the rear-view mirror. “Mom and Andy are probably still at work.” He told his brother after he checked his watch, “Gosh, dude, you’re overdramatic.”

“I’m not, but fine, let’s do it your way.” Rusty shot back with a slightly irritated tone. He shook his head at his siblings before he complained, “You have no idea what it is like to live with those two.”

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“I can’t believe we’re already home.” Sharon sighed happily as she poured hot water in her mug. She put a teabag in it and smiled when she felt Andy’s arms around her waist.

“That’s thanks to you, babe.” Andy whispered in her ear. “My soon-to-be-wife is the smartest woman in the world.” He nuzzled into her hair and dropped a kiss behind her ear. “You broke the case with your intuition.”

Sharon shivered delicately under his touch and hummed softly. Andy tightened his grip on her and started kissing her neck. A bright smile graced Sharon’s features as she asked him playfully, “Do you have something in mind, Lieutenant?”

“Maybe, Commander.” Andy teasingly replied as a hand slid under her blouse and gently rubbed the skin of her belly.

Sharon closed her eyes and leaned deeper against him. She perfectly knew what he was up to. “Care to share?” She whispered in a husky tone.

In a blink of an eye, Andy turned her in his arms and crashed his lips against hers. Sharon moaned in the kiss and deepened it, locking her arms around his neck. Andy pulled her closer to him, an arm around her waist while his other hand ran up and down the skin of her back. Sharon moaned again and fuzzily reached out, untucking his shirt from his pants and unbuttoning it. She then slid her hand underneath the fabric and grazed the skin of his chest.

Andy hissed under her soft touch and whispered hoarsely, his eyes darker than usual, “Babe, if you keep this up, we won’t make it to the bedroom.”

Sharon’s lips moved to his neck and she left a trail of kisses there. “Who says I want to go to the bedroom?” She replied teasingly, her lips brushing against his skin as she spoke.

“Rusty?” Andy wondered with a last bit of sanity. The last thing he wanted was for Rusty to walk on them. They would never live through it.

“He said he would be working late with Andrea.” Sharon replied, punctuating each word with a kiss. “Couch, Andy!” She then ordered him, gently tugging at his shirt.

“Yes, Ma’am.” Andy simply nodded before he caught her lips with his for another hungry kiss.

Sharon wrapped her arms once again around his neck, a hand pulling lightly at his hair. Andy slowly moved her backwards to the living room as they kept kissing. She realized they had reached the couch when she felt her legs meet an obstacle. Andy’s hands fidgeted with her blouse and he finally managed to open it. He gently laid her down on the couch. Sharon pulled him to her with a smirk as her hands moved to unbuckle his belt.

Andy broke the kiss and muttered against her lips, “My God, Sharon, I…”

They suddenly heard the sound of a key turning in the lock and they pulled apart, their eyes widening. Before they could even react, the door swung open. In a desperate attempt to get a grip on themselves, Andy rolled off the couch and fell on the floor with a pained groan. Sharon immediately sat on the couch, clenching her blouse to cover her chest, as her eyes met her children’s shocked faces.

“Emily, Ricky, what…?” Sharon fumbled, startled.

The room stayed silent for a few seconds, awkwardness filling the air. Emily then took a step forward, “Surprise, Mom!” She exclaimed with a theatrical hand gesture and an awkward smile.

Ricky rubbed his forehead with a hand while Rusty cringed at the scene in front of him. He couldn’t help but throw an I told you so look at his siblings. Ricky punched lightly his brother’s upper arm in response while Emily rolled her eyes.

Sharon turned to look worriedly at Andy who was sitting on the floor, resting his arm on the couch as he winced in pain. Her hand went to cup his face as she whispered softly to him, “Andy, are you okay?”

“Well, aside my ego, you mean? I’m fine.” Andy reassured her with a light smile. He then turned to Sharon’s children and told them, rubbing his neck uncomfortably, “Hey kiddos, welcome home. I hope you don’t mind if we don’t greet you properly, but…”

“Oh please, Andy. Don’t worry about it.” Emily replied in a half panicked, half amused tone. She waved a reassuring hand at her mother and Andy. The situation was already awkward enough; the welcome hugs could wait.

“Gross! I am so not sitting on that couch everagain.” Ricky let out in an overdramatic tone.

“Ricky!” Emily hissed, elbowing her brother. When her brother turned to look at her and shrugged, she threw him a deadly stare. Emily ran a hand through her hair and cleared her throat. “Uhm, I think… Uhm… I could really eat something.” She fumbled before turning to meet her younger brother’s gaze, “What about that burger place you told us about, Rusty?”

“Burger place?” Rusty repeated, as if he didn’t know the meaning of those two words. His mind was still blank as he tried to recover from the initial shock. He was starting to believe his mother and Andy were trying to scar him for life. If this was their intent, they were making a pretty good job at it.

“Geez, I can’t believe you are willing to eat that kind of food! What happened to the I must eat healthy, I’m a ballerina-Emily?” Ricky teased his sister. He covered his mouth with a hand when a chuckle escaped his lips.

“I do eat junk food, idiot.” Emily shot back to Ricky, slowly emphasizing each word. Even if her last statement wasn’t true, it wasn’t the time to admit it. They definitely needed an excuse to get out of this embarrassing situation. Emily then turned her attention to her mother and Andy and said, “Well, we’ll be back in a few with food… and we will reenact the welcome home scene.” She paused and pointed a finger at them before adding in a half serious, half joking tone, “Minus your awkward moment on the couch.”

Sharon and Andy exchanged a look and stayed silent. They watched Emily open the door and get out, followed by Rusty.

“We’ll be right back, Mom, Andy.” Ricky told them with a small smile before closing the front door behind him.

Sharon and Andy stared at the front door in silence for a few seconds. They then met each other’s gazes and a nervous laugh escaped Sharon’s lips. She covered her mouth with a hand and managed to mutter, “Oh my God.”

“Definitely.” Andy agreed with a chuckle. He shook his head at the ridiculous situation they got themselves in. He was too old for all this. “I might never be able to get up off the floor.” He informed Sharon with a groan.

“I’m sorry, honey, but you’ll have to. We don’t want the kids to be back and find us still here.” Sharon told him with a sweet smile as her hand ruffled his salt-and-pepper hair. She leaned in to drop a kiss on his forehead and met Andy’s loving brown eyes. Sharon traced an invisible path along his face, only stopping to briefly stroke his cheek before going on. Her hand then reached for his chin and she gently lifted it with her thumb. She leaned in and kissed him tenderly. She then stood from the couch and extended a hand to help Andy to his feet, “Come on, let’s freshen up before they come back home.”

[gamerwoo]

Wonwoo: All Fun and Games (part 10: will it kill me?)

Summary: It’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt.

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As you stood in front of the door to the apartment number Wonwoo gave you, you couldn’t help but feel...nervous. Sure, Wonwoo was cute but you hung out with him once. You couldn’t like him already, right?

The door suddenly opening was what broke you from your thoughts.

“Are you going to stand there all night?” Wonwoo joked with a chuckle.

You frowned playfully, walking into the apartment when he gestured for you to come in. “I was about to knock!”

“Then why were you standing there?” he laughed.

“Why were you watching me?” you quipped, kicking off your shoes by the door.

“I-” his mouth hung open as his brain grasped helplessly for an excuse, but he came up with nothing, his face turning redder than a tomato. “Please don’t think I’m creepy.”

“If I thought you were creepy, I wouldn’t have come over. You’re actually the first person I’ve accepted the invite from.”

“...Who else has invited you over?”

“Rawkus from the Outlaws, Babybay from Shock, Profit from Spitfire. Um... Wait, I actually did go hang out with the Gladiators before, but they just wanted some Korean barbecue. I mean, I hang out with Vernon and Boo a lot, but they’re close friends of mine. Vernon and I go way back, but...most guys are just...yeah...”

Wonwoo made a face. “I’m sorry you have to deal with that, mo- ___.”

You giggled quietly at his slip-up before waving his apology away. “Ah, don’t worry about it. My team is really good about backing me up; especially Seungcheol.”

Wonwoo realized that this probably wasn’t the best conversation topic to help his case, so he quickly changed it. “Are you hungry or anything? I ordered pizza.”

“You’re asking me if I want food after you already ordered it?” you quizzed playfully, smirking as you sat down on the couch of the relatively bare living room.

“I had to be prepared!” he insisted.

“Did you prepare anything to do?” you wondered, looking around the room. 

“I did, actually.” it was his turn to smirk as he turned on the TV, and walked over to the stand, pressing a button on the old-looking GameCube. “Super Smash Bros.”

You gasped, sitting up straight as Wonwoo walked over with two controllers in hand. “I love that game! God, I haven’t played in years!”

Did Wonwoo already know you loved and missed the game? Yes. He was an avid watcher of your streams. Did you need to know that? No. His knowledge of things you liked would probably make him seem as creepy as the other guys.

You eagerly took the controller, testing the buttons and joysticks to remember what did what. As the game loaded, you were practically bouncing in your seat, excited to play the game you’d missed for so long. The last time you played it was with some cousins of yours, but one of them raged and threw the console on the floor.

“So, who do you pick?” Wonwoo wondered, curious as to who your favorite character was -- that was something you’d never mentioned.

You moved your selector to Samus Aran, smiling proudly. “The best character.”

“Oh, I beg to differ.” he scoffed, going straight for Kirby.

“Oh come on!” you whined. “He’s way too OP!”

“Then maybe you should’ve picked him.” he sneered playfully before going to the map select. “Map of choice?”

“Anything but the fuckin’ dragon thing.” you frowned. You’d lost too many battles there just from not keeping up with the movement of the map. “Pokemon arena is fun.”

And so that was the map you battled on. You and Wonwoo played for hours, only stopping to answer the door for the pizza when it came about 20 minutes into playing. The two of you ate pizza, shouted, and laughed so hard that you almost cried your mascara off. 

As you played, the two of you slowly moved closer and closer together on the couch until your arms were touching, and you were gently nudging each other in an attempt to create a distraction. If Wonwoo had been paying full attention, he would’ve been a blushing, flustered mess. However, this Wonwoo was cocky and confident, softly leaning into you to push you over as his deep laugh filled the room.

Little did you know that Chan and Soonyoung were in Soonyoung’s room, listening to everything and teasing Wonwoo together between eye rolls and quiet snickers. But they had to admit it was nice seeing their friend open up to the girl he’d had a crush on for far too long.

Could it even be considered a crush anymore?

After three hours of playing, Wonwoo called for a pause so he could grab some drinks. You followed as he got up to grab more sodas, too engrossed in the conversation to put it on hold until he got back.

“I’m telling you, the battle of LA is better enjoyed at the arena.” you insisted, following behind Wonwoo as he just chuckled and shook his head. “The chants, the fans, the energy -- c’mon you have to come with me!”

“I don’t even know any of the team.” he shrugged, going over to the fridge.

It wasn’t so much that he didn’t want to hang out with you -- actually, his stomach was erupting with butterflies because you were asking him to hang out. He was worried about Junhui finding out and giving him an earful about it later. Even this was too much by Jun’s standards, and it was just you and him having pizza and shit-talking each other while playing an old video game.

“Who cares? I’ll let you borrow one of my jerseys and everything! You can wear the Surefour one if you want to! Please?” you begged, reaching out to tug on his wrist without even thinking. You two had already been so close the last hour and a half that it didn’t seem like something you had to think about now. “I’ll pay for snacks, too!”

He let out a sigh that expressed his fake exhaustion. “Fiiiiine, you win.”

“Really?!” you grinned, bouncing on your toes with excitement.

“On one condition,” he decided, gathering all his courage before he spoke, “I pay for the snacks.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Why would you want to pay for snacks to see a team you don’t even- ...Oh...”

“Yeah...” Wonwoo’s face, ears, and neck had all stained red from embarrassment as he watched you put two and two together. “Look, ___, I-”

“So you like me then?”

Wonwoo opened his mouth, closed it, and re-opened it. “...Are you asking me or are you stating it?”

You shrugged. Wonwoo definitely wasn’t a bad guy from what you could tell. If he was just interested in sleeping with you, he would’ve done it by now. He wouldn’t have took you out for ice cream, walked you back to your car, and left it at that. He wouldn’t have bought you pizza before you even showed up, and he wouldn’t have challenged you to Smash Bros for the last three hours. Yes, there was still a chance that he didn’t actually have feelings you, but hey, why not give the guy a chance after everything he’s done for you, right? Besides, you two had too much in common for you to just brush him off so easily.

“I mean...I kind of like you too.” you said slowly, remembering you were holding onto his wrist, and letting your hands drop. “So...do you like me?”

“Well...yeah, kinda.” he admitted sheepishly, giving a shy smile as his eyes found the floor behind his round glasses. “Is that okay?”

Why did Wonwoo have to be so cute? Here was the giant who looked like he would crush a man’s skull for looking at him wrong, and he was blushing at the floor because of you. Everything inside you wanted to just step forward, lean up, and kiss his cheek.

So you did.

Wonwoo froze. He stopped breathing. He was sure he stopped living for a couple seconds. You had kissed him. You kissed him! It would be such a small gesture to anybody else, but man, was he on cloud nine because of that little kiss on his cheek.

His eyes finally flickered up, looking back at you. As the two of you looked at each other, wondering what to do next, you both just kind of...felt it. It was like a telepathic thing where you both just leaned in and closed your eyes, your lips softly touching in the middle.

As if you’d kissed him a million times, your arms went up around his neck, resting there comfortably. His hands found your waist, holding you gingerly like a glass doll as he kissed you tenderly, not wanting to ruin the sweet moment.

Both of you felt your phone vibrating in your pocket, causing both of you to jump back all too quickly than either of you wanted.

“Shit, I’m sorry!” you laughed awkwardly, mentally slapping yourself. You took your phone out anyway as your face turned pink this time. “Even when they’re not here, my team still manages to keep guys away from me.”

“Don’t worry.” he chuckled, finding it so adorable how you were flustered now.

You checked your phone, your heartbeat picking up in speed. “...It’s Hongbin. He knows I’m not home.”

[aterimber]

On The Pyre

Request from ianneart: Hi! I got a samifer fic idea in mind (lel). Im currently watching season 6 in supernatural and i  saw this interesting thing sam said about hallucinating lucifer to bobby : “seeing Lucifer is…okay. I sorta think it’s the best scenario situation of them all.”

And my samiferness got jump started like nobody’s business. I imagine it like a one-shot, sam-centric pondering of sorts, where sam takes us through his mind and manages to convince us Lucifer’s company is…okay.

I’m so sorry this is late! I hope you enjoy the fic regardless.

Started: 16.04.29

Finished: 19.03.15

Words: 2,146

Samifer, Hallucifer

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“You’re sure you’ll be okay here by yourself?” Dean threw his duffle over his shoulder and paused in the doorway, not wanting to leave his mentally ill brother.

“Dean, I’m fine.”

“Yeah Dean, we’re gonna have a great time,” Lucifer jumped up from his spot on the couch to stand beside the hunter and winked.

What the hell are you doing?

The blonde frowned, “What Sammy? Oh right... you don’t like when I talk in front of Big Bro.”

The younger man tried to hide his confusion and focused on his brother.

Dean scrubbed a hand down his face, “I left my number on the fridge. Call if anything... happens.”

“Will do,” Sam nodded, “Now go give those sons-of-bitches what’s coming to them.”

While he was grateful for his brother’s protectiveness, he didn’t understand his lack of confidence in him, he’d been alone plenty of times before without issue.

“But you aren’t truly alone now,” Lucifer wrapped a possessive hand around the giant’s arm, “Besides, it’s not like having me here is the real problem,” he stroked it tenderly, “right Sammy?”

Focus... Sam ran a hand through his hair in an attempt to block out the words.

With a regretful look back to his brother, Dean nodded and headed out.

“Finally... I thought he’d never leave,” Lucifer clapped the hunter on the shoulder as he closed the door.

He does like to worry. Wait, what are you doing? Don’t let him in, Sam heard the Impala take off as he made his way to the couch.

“Well, now that we’re alone...” Lucifer waggled his eyebrows and straddled the hunter.

“What the fuck,” the giant jumped up and took a couple steps backward.

“Sam,” the blonde gave him a curious look as he picked himself up off the floor, “we’ve done this before you know.”

“No we haven’t,” the hunter had the nerve to look appalled, much to the devil’s amusement.

As if he doesn’t remember it was his idea... He brushed himself off and analysed the hunter, “Sam, do you... ,” he struggled to find the words, not wanting to give something away that he wasn’t ready to hear, “You remember what happened in the cage, don’t you?”

“Of course I remember,” he crossed his arms and cocked his head, “why do you ask?” And why do you sound so... hurt?

Lucifer shifted his gaze down to the floor as he worked out how to continue, “So then you... remember? W-what we did?”

“Damn right I remember what you did to me you son-of-a-bitch,” he couldn’t help but notice the flinch the blonde gave at his tone, Pfftt, please Sam... as if the devil is scared of you, get real.

“No,” Lucifer closed his eyes and sighed before he locked gazes with the hunter, “Do you remember what we did?”

“What do you-”

“In the cage, yes you were tortured, but never by my own hand,” the explanation rushed out of him, almost as if he couldn’t stop it, “it was all Michael. I told you I’d never hurt you Sam, and I meant it. I did everything I could to get between you and Michael, I couldn’t just stand there and watch him break you over and over again. So I... I made you a hide out.”

“A hideout?”

“A place where Michael wouldn’t be able to get to you. I set up a decoy version of you for him to take his frustrations out on, so he wouldn’t notice you were gone-”

“A decoy? Where do you get a decoy Sam Winchester from, Hunters R Us?” Sam chuckled and crossed his arms, remaining skeptical of the explanation.

“Not exactly...” Lucifer winced, clearly not wanting to divulge the information.

“Lucifer,” Sam’s voice was hard and he took a step toward the shorter man, “what did you use as a decoy?”

“Your body.”

“My body?!”

“Yes. I pulled your body apart from your soul,” Lucifer began again, following as the hunter collapsed back onto the couch, “completely detached so your soul wouldn’t sustain any more damage. A soul can only take so much before it becomes so corrupted that it can no longer be restored,” he was sitting on the coffee table now, cross legged in front of Sam.

“Wait, what do you mean restored?”

Lucifer sighed, “As you know, if a soul gets twisted and corrupted long enough it becomes a demon which means that person is then forever damned to Hell.”

“So...” he could see the hunter was having trouble piecing it together, “you prevented my soul from becoming irreversibly corrupted so I could what? Get into Heaven?” Sam threw his head back and laughed as he saw the blonde’s cheeks flare up, “Well I’m sorry to disappoint you Satan, but I’m pretty sure I’m the poster boy for what to do to get yourself into the fiery gates.”

Lucifer shook his head, “You don’t understand.”

“I don’t understand?” he stood up and started pacing, mind racing, I can’t believe I’m discussing the fate of my soul with the devil, “well please, by all means, explain it to me.”

The blonde ran a hand through his hair, this isn’t going to sound good, “If your soul was irreversibly corrupted and you became a demon, you could never be used as a vessel again,” at the look Sam gave him he continued, “I know you think that is a good thing, but your soul shines so bright...,” he dropped his gaze down to the floor, “seeing it corrupted would have devastating effects.”

Sam remained silent, unsure of what to make of this news. Is he telling the truth? If he is lying, what is he hoping to achieve? What’s the point of him telling me this?

“I will wage a war against the angels on the day when Sam Winchester isn’t allowed into the garden.”

It was spoken barely above a whisper, but Sam definitely heard the words. He wasn’t sure whether or not to believe them, but the soft spoken tone made him start to question his earlier judgement. There was no denying the undertone of care that sentence carried, as though he was speaking about someone he didn’t just need to keep safe, but wanted to.

“Lucifer,” Sam kept his tone soft, and found himself placing a hand on the man’s knee, “what don’t I remember?”

The blonde drew in a shaky breath in a failed attempt to keep his voice calm, “After I detached your soul, I gave your body specific instructions. It was to taunt Michael and lead him over to one side of the cage, so I could get your soul to the hideout on the other side. It did a remarkable job,” he noted with a small smile.

“Michael couldn’t understand how you’d got so cocky but was more than happy to rip the confidence back out of you. Once I made sure he was...” he swallowed thickly and closed his eyes, “occupied, I brought you over to the hideout, and did what I could to heal the damage,” it sounded as though he was fighting back tears and he hid his face in his hands, “but there wasn’t much I could do. I thought I could heal you, as I was once an angel but I-”

He cut himself off and hung his head lower, drawing in a shaky breath. Sam blinked and was surprised to see he had encompassed the ex-angel in his arms while he’d listened. What the... ?

“It’s okay, Sam,” Lucifer broke in, scooting out of the hunter’s embrace and hastily wiping at his eyes, “it’s my voice,” he gave a weak smile, “there’s a reason they called me ‘silver-tongued’.”

Sam got up and sat back down on the couch, unsuccessfully avoiding thinking about how... familiar it was to hold him, and about how unbelievably captivating it was to hear him speak. There was no way that was normal.

“What, ugh,” the hunter cleared his throat, “what happened when you touched my soul?”

“I ended up branding it, similar to when a soul gets bought by a demon, anyone else who touched your soul would know that I claimed it. That meant that it couldn’t be traded in any deal, or sold without my permission.”

The way Lucifer explained what he’d done made it sound like he felt guilty, and the way he kept avoiding Sam’s eyes didn’t help. Well what do you expect? He condemned your soul to Hell when that was the last thing he’d wanted, Sam found himself reaching forward again, but didn’t stop himself this time. Didn’t feel the need to stop himself. What would be the harm, anyway? No one’s around.

“The good news,” the blonde’s voice broke threw the hunter’s thoughts, “was that since I had branded it, it had become protected against further damage. No one, not even Michael could continue to harm it,” he ran a hand through his hair and rested his head against Sam’s shoulder, “the bad news, is that it couldn’t be healed past what I’d started. My branding had... preserved it, formed a protective barrier around its current state. Nothing could get in, good or bad... just in time too.”

Lucifer had stopped talking then, letting his voice taper off at the end of the sentence like the last few notes of a song, and allowed a silence to fall while he was held close to the hunter’s chest.

Sam breathed him in and kissed the top of his head, no longer caring about knowing all the answers. He just wanted to savour this moment, the peacefulness of holding him close. Wanted to savour the dream-like state that had taken over before Dean got back. He prayed for his brother not to come back so soon. After all, how often did he get to enjoy moments like this?

He wasn’t sure whether it was because his voice carried some sort of magic, or because of the branding on his soul, but having Lucifer in his arms, feeling his heartbeat had softened the moment—he didn’t want his brother stomping in and shattering that.

“Not too long after that,” the blonde began again with a long sigh, “Michael had began to look for me. I was stupid to think he wouldn’t have noticed I disappeared,” he shook his head at his own misjudgment, “I sensed he was getting close to the hideout so I had to leave you to meet him.”

“He caught up to me in the middle and was dragging your body behind him. Seeing what he did to you...” Lucifer snuggled his head against Sam’s chest and tightened his grip, “he was obviously curious as to where I’d been and why I wasn’t helping torture you since I am the devil,” he sneered the word like it was too vial to pass through his lips.

Like he doesn’t want the title.

“I couldn’t let on to what I was doing,” he dropped his voice low, as if saying it quieter would make it hurt less, “so I-” his voice broke and he buried his head into the hunter’s chest, “Sammy, I’m sorry.”

Sam turned him around so he was no longer sideways across his lap and pulled him close, rubbing a soothing hand over his back when he felt tears start to drip down his shirt.

“Ssshhh... It’s okay... Luce you’re okay,” Sam kept his voice soft as he continued rubbing circles into his back.

Sam’s words only succeeded in making him cry harder and the hunter would be lying if he said seeing him cry wasn’t hurting his heart. Whatever you did, it doesn’t matter.

“Sam-”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“I was so worried, I never wanted to tell you.”

“Luce,” Sam pushed him backward slightly, gently swiping at his eyes, “I don’t care what happened. You-”

The door slamming open made the giant jump, and he stood, confused as his brother burst through the door, eyes frantic.

“Uh, Dean?”

“They’re coming,” he all but ran to the back of the cabin, “We need to leave, now.”

Sam rushed to the back as well, gathering his stuff, “What happened?”

“No time,” Dean brush passed him, glancing quickly at the giants’ face before pausing, keeping his eyes on him, “… Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he shifted his weight nervously and glanced back at the now-empty couch, “why?”

“Looks like – never mind. We don’t have time. Meet me outside in five if you don’t want to be monster chow.”

Sam continued packing his stuff, doing his best to sift-through all the information he’d been given.

“Better hurry, Sam. I can feel them,” Lucifer was spread out on the bed, eyes on the floor.

“Luce-”

“Dean’s waiting.”

Sam sighed as he shouldered his duffle, making his way back out to the living room, pausing in the front entrance, “Come with me.”

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The Kid of Mars – Chapter 75 – The walls that we built from bottles and pills

Later that day Catherine dragged herself to bed. She was really tired, with Jared absent she had been accumulating more and more responsibilities at work, some of them weren’t even directly related to her original functions but someone had to keep the boat sailing and she knew that the only people Jared fully trusted was she and Emma. Moreover, the fact that she was almost eight months pregnant wasn’t exactly helping her either.

When she walked into the room Jared was still in a heavy sleep, all curled up and looking like a little boy trying to hide from something. “Honey, if you sleep like this your back will bother you tomorrow.” She tried to make him move, but the pills given to him were really doing their job, so she ended up moving his dead weight the best she could. Catherine laid next to him and wrapped her arms around his body. Usually he would react and protectively hug her back but that didn’t happen that night.

In the morning, when she woke up found Jared with his eyes already opened and staring at the ceiling. “Good morning sleepy head. How are you feeling today?” She tenderly caressed his head, placing his long hair away from his eyes. “Weird” He answered, his voice a little emotionless. “You’ll be better soon. You must be hungry…” That moment Shannon knocked on the door and Catherine told him to come in. He had spent the night there in case something was needed. “Hey bro. How high are you?” Shannon joked but after crossing eyes with Catherine realized that wasn’t the right mood. “I’m going to prepare something for us to eat.” She stood up and Jared tried to the same but almost felt to the floor. “I’m ok, just dizzy.” He tried to justify. “Do you want me to bring you breakfast here?” Catherine suggested, worried about him. “No. I’m not sick” He dryly answered. “Let me help you then.” Shannon wasn’t taking no for an answer.

After breakfast they were expecting him to start getting ready to go to the hospital but surprisingly he went straight back to bed, without a word. Catherine and Shannon looked at each other and followed him. “Are you still feeling dizzy?” Catherine was trying to understand what was wrong. “I don’t know. That shit they gave to me yesterday messed with me… I just need to rest for a bit.” At least they got a couple of sentences. “I’m going to the hospital Jay. Do you wanna come with me to check on Ricky? You can return with mom.” Shannon suggested, not really sure about what to expect. “I… I can’t do it today…” He was trying hard to find and excuse but they could see the sadness covering his features once again. “It’s ok honey. You don’t have to go. Just take the day to rest, it’ll be good for you.” Catherine cupped his face and kissed his head. “Yeah, you don’t have to worry. We’ll look after Ricky.” Shannon assured. “Thanks. Could you leave me alone for a while?” He didn’t asked that in an unpleasant or angry way. He just seemed tired. “Sure. Just call me if you need anything.” Catherine reminded before she and Shannon left.

“He’s not ok.” She concluded, the moment they were far enough from Jared’s room. “That’s not my brother. My brother doesn’t say he needs to rest and doesn’t go to bed after having breakfast.” It was time for Shannon to freak out. “But he really needs to rest. Maybe if he sleeps enough, he’ll be back to his normal self and the pills the doctors prescribed will help him…” Catherine tried to be rational. “I hope you’re right. But he didn’t even call my mom to know how Ricky’s doing.” She couldn’t deny that all his behavior was weird but justified. “You told me yourself the doctor said he’s depressed. A depression doesn’t go away from a day to another, we need to be patient with him.” Shannon ended up sitting down and took a deep breath. “You’re right. Honestly I don’t even know how he held up during all this time. I’d have gone crazy months ago.”

A couple of hours later Constance arrived home and hugged Catherine tightly. “Shannon told me about Jared. How’s he now?” She asked, obviously concerned about the wellbeing of his son. “He hasn’t left the room yet. Every time I go in there he just pretends to be asleep.” She confessed. “I’ll see if he talks to me.” Constance decided. She was clearly very tired too, but that mother instinct spoke louder. “How is Ricky?” Catherine finally asked, already mentally prepared do bad news. “He’s stable. Still asleep and connected to machines but not worse.” Not everything could be terrible after all. Constance finally went to check on his son and Catherine tried to work for a little but curiosity took the best of her so she decided to check what was going on. Before arriving she could already listen to the sobs and she didn’t had to enter the room to see Jared crying on his mother’s arms while she tried to calm him down. They stayed like that until late in the evening.

On the next morning Jared wasn’t by her side when she woke up. Catherine’s immediately thought that it was a good sign to have him out of bed. She search for him and found him in the studio working. That was nothing unusual but then she saw a cup full of something that was neither water nor almond milk. “Good morning.” Jared forced a smile when realized Catherine was watching him. “Jared, honey…” Catherine started when saw the bottle of whiskey. “You don’t drink in the morning or in any other hour and definitely not while taking medication.” She took that away from him. “I know, don’t judge me please. I thought that it would help me calming down.” He tried to justify himself. “I’m actually trying to work on something.” He smiled at her, looking for some approval. “I’m happy that you’re trying to work but maybe you should take it easy… Do you want to visit Ricky today?” His behavior was still odd. “Not yet. I’d rather stay here and work on some music. He isn’t conscious so it’s not like he’ll miss me.”

Catherine decided not to force him. However he refused to visit his son not only on the following day, but on the following week. Not only that but he refused to take his medication and to see any doctor or therapists and he had been drinking. Not that he was walking around drunk but it was becoming usual to find him with a bottle of some liquor next to him. “Dude, what the hell are you doing?” Shannon asked when caught him and while taking the glass out of his hand. “You’re the last person that can tell me not to drink, Shannon.” Jared got all defensive. “This is not about me. You’re better than this Jared and you know how this can end. If you were on your right state of mind you wouldn’t be doing this and you wouldn’t spend one week without visiting your son.” Shannon was grabbing him by his shoulders and almost shaking him. “You wanted me to come home and rest and that’s what I’ve been doing. Just let me live my life ok? Last time I checked you had your own shit to worry about.” He got free from Shannon’s grab and turned his back on him. “If it still concerns you, Ricky is getting better. Maybe they will wake him up soon.” Jared was already moving out of the room but stopped and took a deep breath. “Then what? He’ll get worse again?” He kept walking away.

Later that day Catherine headed to the studio trying to find Jared. It was already late in the evening and it had been hours since the last time she had saw him. Shannon had spoken to her about their incident earlier and she had decided that it was time to tell him a couple of truths. However she couldn’t find him at the studio neither anywhere else in the house. She tried to call him but he wouldn’t pick up his cellphone. She tried again, left some messages, always without an answer.  She was already panicking a little when decided to call Shannon. He was at the hospital with Constance and she thought that maybe Jared had gone there to finally see his son. But he wasn’t there either. Realizing how nervous she sounded, Shannon asked her to sit down and wait for him, promising that they would find Jared. Catherine did as she was told but didn’t stop trying to call him.

In a blink of an eye Shannon was back home and trying to comfort her the best he could. “I already called some of his friends, searched on social media, googled him…” Catherine was crying while trying to explain. “I should have checked on him earlier Shannon. I knew he was not ok.” She was panicking and blaming herself. “It’s not your fault. I was the last one who saw him and I wasn’t exactly kind.”  Shannon was also felling guilty, thinking how Jared had always been there to support him. “I’m going to drive around and maybe call some guys… We’ll find him.” He was trying to make a plan when they heard some noise outside. “Stay here.” Shannon ordered and went there to check what was going on. He saw a cab, a pissed driver, and someone clumsily trying to open the gate. It took a moment for him to realize that it was Jared. Shannon ran next to his brother without knowing if he should hug him in relief or hit him hard. He opened the gate himself and Jared immediately felt into his arms. “That guy is completely drunk. He yelled and cried all the way here. Is this even the right address?” The driver complained. “Yes it is.” Shannon answered while picking a ridiculous amount of money from his wallet. “I guess that’s enough. Thank you for service, please forget about this incident.” The pissed looked on the driver’s face was replaced by a grin when saw all that cash.

“Where is Catherine? I need to see her and explain…” Jared cried while his brother was trying to take him inside. He was terribly drunk. “She’s inside. Explain what man?” Shannon was trying to understand what he meant. Jared was about to answer but threw up on his own doorstep. “It’s ok. Just let it go.” Shannon told him as Catherine appeared at the door to see what was going on. “Oh my God Jared. I was so worried…” Jared threw himself into her arms the moment he saw her, missing his own puddle of puke for a tiny bit. “I’m so sorry. I really am… I didn’t meant to.” Catherine hugged him tightly without really understanding what he was talking about. “It’s ok honey. You’re home now.” But Jared kept crying and shanking his head. “No, you have to know. I was drunk and she sat on my lap and tried to kiss me but then I stopped. I swear that I stopped and ran away and got into a cab…” He said all of that in a single breath, without stopping crying. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He knelt in front of her begging for her forgiveness. His beautiful blue eyes were red and he seemed lunatic. “It’s ok Jared. We’ll talk about it in the morning.” She tried to tranquilize him as Shannon was helping him back on his feet. She didn’t even know if what he had just said actually happened and if so if she should be mad. At the moment she could feel nothing but pity towards him. “No it’s not ok. You don’t deserve me. You should ran away and take our daughter with you. I’m a terrible father and I will never be a good husband.” Catherine didn’t know what to say anymore. The entire situation was just sad. Meanwhile Shannon was doing his best to carry his little brother to the room. “Come on Jay. Stop making a fool of yourself. You need a shower and to sleep.” However Jared was still offering some resistance. “Catherine, please. Forgive me and promise me you’ll stay here.” He begged once again. Catherine walked to his side and tenderly kissed his forehead, ignoring the mixed smell of vomit and alcohol. “I’m not going anywhere with this huge belly of mine. But we all need to rest. Go with Shannon and I’ll meet you in a bit.” Those words calmed Jared down enough for him to allow Shannon to drag him. “I love you and I want to marry you.” He said when no one else was expecting more words. Catherine didn’t know how to answer to that and stayed quiet, assuming it was also the alcohol speaking. Shannon just shook his head and forced Jared into his room.

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Elation Part 2

Rated: G

Pairing: Adrinette.

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Elation Part 1

When Adrien and Marinette arrived, the party preparations were nearly complete. Gabriel approached the couple with a gentle smile. “Hello, Adrien, I take it you’ve heard the news.”

It was a good conclusion to come to considering that Adrien literally seemed to be dazed on cloud nine ever since she had told him of her pregnancy. Bobbing his head, he grinned. “Yeah. Best birthday gift ever,” he chirped with excitement.

Placing a hand on his son’s shoulder, Gabriel squeezed him tenderly. It was the gentlest he’d seen his father in a while. The last time he looked this kind was their wedding day. “I think you’ll make an excellent father, son.”

Adrien blinked, feeling his heart swell and butterflies float up in his stomach at his father’s gentle words. A smile almost split his face in two. “Thank you, Father,” he replied with a nod.

Feeling his wife wrapped her arms around his, he looked down to see her. Marinette leaned her head onto his shoulder. “I have to agree.”

“Thank you. Thank you, so much,” he cooed to her as he kissed her crown.

Clearing his throat, series Gabriel was back. He motioned for the pair to follow him. “Marinette, your parents are in the back preparing the cake. I’m sure they’d like to see the two of you.”

With a nod, Marinette smiled. “Thank you, Gabriel!” Hearing her call his father by his first name was still really weird. He called her parents by their first names, but not listening to her say “Mr. Agreste” was still new even though they’d been married over a year now.

Adrien led his wife back to the kitchen, fingers intertwined with hers. They were addicted to physical contact with each other, what could he say? When they reached the room in which her parents resided, he first saw Tom (how could you not?) with his baker’s cap on, icing away at a four-tiered cake. Just how many people had his father and Marinette invited to this shindig?

Humming cheerfully, Marinette called to her parents, “Mama, Papa!”

Tom froze in his tendious task and turned to his daughter with a beam. “Hey, darling! Adrien, my boy!” Setting down the icing bag, Tom marched up to them a clapped a hand onto his son in law’s shoulder. “Happy birthday! How was your birthday surprise?”

Grinning, Adrien chuckled. “I was pretty surprised. Excited is more the world I’m in now.”

Sabine approached from the back of the kitchen after hearing Marinette’s call. She enveloped the two of them in a hug, while Tom joined in. Pressing a kiss to each of their cheeks, she kept her hands on their shoulders while she looked between the two of them with a watery smile. “Oh, look at you two. About to start a family of your own. I just can’t believe you’ve both grown up on me. I love you both so much.”

His heart soared at the admission. Sabine had become like a mother to him after he and Marinette started dating so many years ago. She had taken him under her wing and mothered him since he didn’t have one of his own. He looked down at Marinette, who seemed to be tearing up herself. Releasing his arm, she hugged her mother tightly. Tom glanced at him with a fond, knowing expression.

Adrien couldn’t be anymore grateful than he already was that he was a part of their family.

Party guests began to swarm in, most of them had been old classmates from school, some were relatives of both Adrien’s and Marinette’s, and there were very few business guests from what he could tell. He was surprised his father didn’t make this more of a formal event, but given that there was going to be a very personal announcement made sometime during the party, his father must have thought otherwise about inviting the press.

Marinette was over the moon, he could tell. She was mingling around and greeting old friends, while he mostly just kept to himself. He was honestly scared to talk to anyone, in fear of blurting out “HEY MARINETTE’S PREGANT.”

When Alya and Nino finally walked in through the doors, he found himself relieved. Thank God, people he could talk to as himself. Marinette still beat him to them though. Damn, she was fast. Where had she even come from?

Slinging her arms around Alya, Marinette squealed in excitement to see her best friend. They had both been so busy with their jobs that the two rarely got to see each other these days. Approaching Nino, he shared a fist bump with his best friend as he grinned.

“Hey, dude,” Nino said as he patted a hand on Adrien’s shoulder. “Happy birthday!”

Smiling, he nodded. “Thanks, Nino. It’s good to see you.”

“It’s good to see you too, bro. You and Marinette keep so busy these days. We hardly get to see the two of you,” he replied.

Alya took that moment to jump into the conversation. “You do! I don’t know how you two can stand working so much,” she awed as she looked between the two of them.

“Well, my father is preparing me to take over the company in the next few years. It’s exhausting,” Adrien groaned.

Nino stared at him flatly. “It’s not even what you want to do, so why?”

Shrugging a shoulder, he clicked his tongue. “Because I’m basically obligated to and would like for Marinette and I to continue to eat and live in our nice house?” And feed the baby? He couldn’t add that part yet.

Alya snorted. “Oh, please. C’mon,” she nudged Marinette. “Why don’t you take over the Gabriel brand? You’re family? You actually want to be in fashion? Adrien over here would rather teach kids. Or,” she dropped her voice, “just keep running around in a cat suit?”

Glowering at her, Marinette rolled her eyes. “One, there are too many people discuss those matters, and two, I think Gabriel would rather Adrien take it over and I just continue to work in the company.”

But actually, Alya had a good point. Why couldn’t Marinette take over Gabriel? “Actually, Marinette, would you want to take it over?”

Cocking a brow, she tilted her head. “Of course, I would. Who wouldn’t want an entire corporation that they’ve idolized their entire life just handed over to them? Why? Are you considering it?”

“I might actually talk to Father about it.”

Alya smirked and cleared her throat. “You’re welcome.”

Marinette pushed her. When Alya nudged her back in her side, Adrien almost panicked. Holding his tongue, he sucked in a breath. His wife would definitely not appreciate it if he acted like she was made of glass all of the time. Suddenly, his friends straightened and his wife’s demeanor completely changed. Tilting his head, Adrien was about to question the behavior, but instead a hand touched his shoulder. He spun around to see his father standing behind him.

“Oh, yes, Father?”

Glancing at the stage and then back to him and Marinette, Gabriel cleared his throat. “I believe you have some guests to thank for arriving?”

Nodding, Adrien glanced back at Marinette and bobbed his head to gesture to the stage. His wife agreed quickly and linked her elbow over his. The guests grew quiet as the pair took to the stage. Holding a mic in his hand, Adrien gulped his nervousness down. “Hello, everyone. I would like to thank everyone for taking the time to come out and celebrate my birthday with me.” The crowd gave a small chorus of clapping in approval. Sucking in a breath, he chewed his lip and glanced down at Marinette, who was looking at him expectantly. When she smiled and nodded, he found the courage to continue. He was so excited to tell everyone, but now that he was standing in front of literally everyone he was chickening out a bit.  

“But, this is more than just a celebration of my birthday,” he noticed some odd looks in the crowd, especially from Nino and Alya. He noticed the latter’s eyebrows shoot up, and she started bounced excitedly while her own husband laughed at her antics. “Marinette and I… are expecting a baby.”

The party guests let out a roar of approval. Adrien smiled and laughed, glancing down at Marinette who was also grinning at the reaction. She reached up and kissed him, causing the crowd to erupt more. Alya and Nino stormed the stage, hugging the happy couple and congratulating them.

Alya smirked. “How do you think the public will react to Chat Noir and Ladybug having a baby?” she said so that only the four of them could here.

Realization dawned on him. He had some unfinished business to attend to later, didn’t he?

Chat Noir stood at the top of the mayor’s office, Alya’s camera was already on him. A small audience was already forming in the streets below. It was rare that they actually went out as their superhero personas during hours where most of Paris was still away.

Ladybug covered her face with her hands while he wrapped an arm around her shoulder with a grin. “You’re so embarrassing,” she groaned.

“You said I could scream it from the rooftops as Chat Noir.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t actually mean it,” she griped.

Snickering, he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. “You know I love you,” he teased.

He turned back to the crowd below. “Hey Paris! I was promised I could scream this from the rooftops, so I’m going to!” he called down.

Chat sucked in a breath before letting out a loud screech.

“I’m going to be a father!!”

The civilians cheered in response as Chat looked back at his mortified wife. Scooping her in his arms, he kissed her again. “I love you.”

[destielstuffandthings]

Chapter 24, Head and Shoudlers

“You think he’s gonna be ok?” Dean asks, holding an ice pack to his temple.” Are you talking about Gabriel or Sam?” Cas squints, running a gentle hand through his humans hair. “Both?” Cas sighs. “I don’t know, Dean. Gabriel is strong, but I don’t know if the tablet being in him has weakened his power. And as for Sam,” he breathes deeply, “if Gabriel doesn’t recover, he’ll more than likely be very angry with me.” Dean rests a hand on his angels shoulder. “It’ll be alright. Sammy knew this might happen. We’ll deal with whatever happens when it happens. C’mere.” he says, pulling Cas to his chest. They lay with each other for a little while in the quiet bunker. It’s been a long day. Dean starts to nod off on the couch. “Dean. Dean. You can’t fall asleep. I’m pretty sure you have a concussion and that’s the last thing you’re supposed to do, or so I’ve heard.” Cas states flatly. Dean sits up and tosses the ice pack on the table and yawns. “Well then, you’re just going to have to keep me awake.” he says suddenly very playful. He leans into Cas, pressing his lips against them and smiles. “I can--think of a few--possible solutions.” Cas manages to get out between kisses. 

He lays Cas down on the couch and straddles him, their hips press together. He sits up and peels off his shirt, revealing his hard body. Castiels hands instantly reach up and touch his arms, digging his fingertips into them. Hunger flashes in his eyes. “Mm, I like you like this.” Cas whispers. “I like looking at you.” Dean reaches down, unhooking his belt and popping open his pants button. Cas’ hands stray to his humans hips, pulling them down against his own. He groans as Dean pulls down his zipper and unsheathes his erection. “You like this?” Dean asks, his voice low and rough. “Yes.” Cas whimpers in response. “How ‘bout this?” Dean asks, pulling up Cas’ shirt and rubbing his hard cock across the angels stomach. “Fuck--Dean. Yes.” Deans stomach twisted in the best of ways hearing that perfect angels mouth curse. He starts pumping his erection slowly, dragging it up and down Cas’ lower belly. “Let me up.” Cas says demandingly. He pushes Dean aside and kneels on the floor by the couch. Dean positions himself in front of the angel and shuffles his pants down. Cas kisses up Deans thighs, making his way between his humans legs with his tongue. He licks the length of Deans shaft before sliding it slowly into his hungry mouth. Dean leans his head back against the couch and moans quietly. His hands move to the back of Cas’ head, showing him the pace he likes. Cas’ mouth works over his cock while his hand slides underneath his sac, down to his opening. Pressing against it, his tongue and finger mimic each others movements, swirling and prodding. Dean grips the angels hair tight and presses his head down deep. He wraps one hand around Cas’ throat, feeling his own erection sliding down it. 

“Fuck, Cas, is that too much?” he asks in a worried tone. Cas answers by pushing Deans cock further down his throat and sinks his finger inside him. Dean cries out and shoves his hips up, fucking the angels mouth deep. Cas slides in another finger and curls them together, watching his humans face contort in all sorts of pretty ways. Dean thrusts harder and deeper each time, rubbing his cock through Cas’ throat. “F-fuck. Cas, more.” he begs. A third finger enters and pushes hard into Deans ass. Cas speeds up the rhythm, pumping them fast and deep. Dean chokes out a moan and comes hard into Cas’ mouth, hips bucking and hands griping tight. He finally relaxes his body and Castiel slides Deans cock out of his mouth. “Holy shit,” Dean sighs, “like, seriously. Ho-lee shit.” Cas joins him on the couch and rests a hand on his leg. “You sure that wasn’t..like..too rough?” Dean squints. “No. No, Dean that was...” he trails off smiling. Dean looks over at Cas. “Um..hey, you got..uh..” he says pointing at his angels face. “What?” he asks confused. “You know what? Hang on...I wanna...try something..” Dean leans in close to Cas’ face, lips parted. He licks the corner of the angels mouth lightly then closes with a soft warm kiss. Cas realizes what he’s doing and it sends a shock throughout his body. “Oh, my” is all Cas says, pushing Dean down forcefully on the couch. He parts Deans mouth and slides his tongue in. 

Sam had fallen asleep in a chair next to Gabriel in the shattered room, still holding his hand. He didn’t want him moved. It’s only been a few hours, but after everything that happened, he was exhausted. Gabriels starts to stir. His eyes flutter open and look over to see Sams head resting on the chair, still holding his hand. He smiles and blinks hard a few times. He slowly shifts his weight to his left side, leaning towards Sam. He leans his head down and kisses the top of Sams hand. Being near Sam, something about him turned Gabriels inside to jelly. He’s always trying to crack a joke or be sarcastic about something, but in these quiet moments, he’s soft. His nose runs over the giant knuckles and kisses each one gently. He carefully moves his other hand to Sams head and runs a single finger through his hair. That organic shampoo smell filled his nose as he breathed in deep. Gabriel has never really loved anyone or anything besides his father and sweets. Sam was definitely becoming one of his sweet things. He rests his hand on Sams head and ruffled his hair. “Sammy boy.” he whispers. “Hey, wake up.” Sam grumbles and shakes his head. Gabriel lets out a soft chuckle and leans down, kissing his mans cheek and nudges against it. Sam raises his head as his eyes open. “Oh, thank God.” Sam sighs. “Let’s leave dad out of this, he-” Sams lips find Gabriels fast, his large hands wrap around the angels face with the softest touch. They kiss tenderly through smiles and small laughs. Sam pulls away and breathes deeply, letting out a huge sigh of relief. “I thought you were a goner.” he huffs, running the back of his hand down the angels cheek. Gabriel reaches up and holds it there and closes his eyes for a moment before saying “Can’t get rid of me that easily.” They both smile and press their lips together again.

“Can I get you anything?” Sam asks. Gabriel shakes his head. “How much did he get?” he asks, holding a hand up and cupping his neck. “Enough, I think. It all kinda went to hell close to the end there, and we haven’t talked about it yet. Cas went to heal Dean and I just wanted to stay-” “Oh, boy. How bad?” Gabriel asked in a worried/sarcastic tone. Sam let out a sharp breath. “Not-not that bad, I mean, he’s definitely had worse. Just a concussion I think. Cas fixed everything else.” Gabriel sits up with a groan and looks around the room for the first time. “Must be the maids day off.” “Yeah..like I said. Kinda went to hell.” Sam smiled. “You ok to get up? We should probably go talk to the guys and figure out where we go from here.” Gabriel swings his legs over the side of the chair and steadies himself. “Healthy as a horse.” he quips. 

They walk down the hallway together, Sams arm around his angels shoulder. Gabriel said he didn’t need any help walking, but that’s not why Sam did it. They both kinda knew that. They walk into the main room and see Dean and Cas sitting next to each other in total bliss. “He-e-e-y look who’s up.” Dean says happily, standing up and walking over to them. He gives Gabriel a hug and pats Sams shoulder. “How ya feelin’?” Gabriel rolls his shoulders. “Tip top shape, my friend.” He looks over to Castiel who has is frowning now. “Oh, come on now bro, quit with the sour puss. You did a fine job yankin’ out my Jesus juice.” “I’m glad you’re ok, Gabriel.” is all Cas says. “So here’s what I’m thinkin’,” Gabriel rubs his hands together. “A little R&R, some reality TV and a whole lot of candy before we get to the next part. Who’s in?” “If we can add beer and nachos to the menu, you’ve got yourself a deal.” Dean chimes. “I like the way you think, pretty boy.” Gabriel says pointing at Dean with a wink. Sam nods his head and looks to Cas, sharing a worried glace, tightening his grip on Gabriels shoulder. They both knowing the next part of this is going to be bad. Really bad.