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dzpenumbra · 2 years

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12/31/22

What a weird day. I got woken up really early, like 5 hours of sleep, by a super loud bang from the floor above me. I got up and Max was insisting on getting her food early, so I got her fed and went to refill my water bottle and it smelled like mildew. -_- I hate that, I guess I don't wash it often enough. It's a solid metal water bottle and my genius-ass decided my best course of action - because I couldn't really foresee getting a sponge in there - was to fill it halfway with boiling water. Got a nice burn on my hand from that.

I got a little nap after that, so it wasn't so bad. But I've just been spacey as fuck all day. I think the temp change might be part of it, it was like 50F today. It was 11 last week. Guess this is the "new normal" everyone's talkin about.

I played a bunch of Session today, which was fun. It's been a while, and I noticed I've gotten much better at it, especially compared to my clips from October that I edited earlier this week.

I cleaned up a piece of quartz that I found in a roadcut by my old house. It was one of the more impressive natural points that I've found in the wild. I ended up putting it in my display case coffee table thing I have. Welcome to my life, I have a glass-top coffee table with a sick mineral collection in it, but no seating, no TV, nothing but unpacked boxes on that side of the room. And I've been here for like... well over 2 weeks, I don't even know anymore, time is so fucked for me. Like a month now? I legit can't even estimate.

So, since I'm on that... the big thing from today - besides a bunch of scattered work on stone and jewelry pieces that may never actually be made... - the big thing was that I was super goddamn scattered today. Like... I was all over the place. Like... this is a snapshot of my day. When I got my cat dinner, I noticed that the compost was getting moldy and I really should bring it out. The compost bins are probably... 50 yards out the side door, the side door is like... 30 yards from my apartment. So it's a super quick run out behind the maintenance shed to get it done. And I go... "oh, I can do the trash too, and the cat litter, because that's overdue, it's on the way." And this is as I was making my cat dinner. It took me like... 3 hours to take that compost out. I legit do not have any aversion to the act of taking it out, I just kept getting distracted and sucked into things. "I need to figure out dinner for me", "oh, I need to figure out groceries", "I should work on this art project over here", "I need a shower", "I should probably shower first", "should I cook or get delivery for the 4th night in a row?", "should I order groceries to be delivered?", "I need to do the cat litter first". It was just absolute chaos, one thing after the other. And then I'd just find myself in my computer chair polishing a rock and go "nope, come on, how did you even get here?! You need to go take the compost out, it just takes a minute." And any time I'd go do an intermediate task like cleaning the litterbox, it would like... reset my attention or something. I don't know. It's just been really, really difficult all day.

So, I didn't eat dinner until like 9:30, I just said fuck it and made ramen, which was my backup to my backup for dinner. I originally settled for a quesadilla but my cheese was moldy, a bit more than I was comfortable with. And I tried to get a grocery order in, but like... that was fucking tough. I just can't think straight and I don't have anything planned out at all, my whole list is like a chain of impulse buys. I feel like no matter how hard I try to focus, I just draw a blank when it comes to "what do I want to eat, what do I want to cook, what meals do I want." I think I'm just overloaded, overwhelmed. Or exhausted. Or both. Probably both. It just hasn't been this bad in a long ass time. I shit you not, I was standing in the kitchen doing an Instacart grocery order on my phone with my cat talking to me for at least an hour. And then I got to erase things off my whiteboard list on the fridge, which is a cool feeling. Then I started doodling on the whiteboard for like 20 minutes with my phone in my left hand the whole time. And I was like "dude, okay, you were doing groceries, remember?"

And this is fucking every day. And on tough days like today, I can get so overwhelmed or just... mentally-blocked from everyday tasks that I end up barely even eating, or going a whole day without drinking water. I'll forget that I have to go to the bathroom for like 2 hours and be squirming in my seat without even noticing it. It's a problem. And, to be honest, it makes me feel like a shitty adult. I'm 36. And a lot of these problems feel like problems people have with children or something. I don't know, I'm stopping myself right now because this is not fair to me, I was just super judgmental of myself right there. I'm not doing this shit intentionally, I didn't make this shit this hard for myself. I'm not choosing this path, and the only one who suffers from it is me. So beating myself up over something that's happening to me is a dumb idea, just gonna be blunt on that.

I've been giving people on r/ptsd this advice, it's about time I give it to myself. "Try to be a bit more gentle with yourself."

I know it's the voices of other people in my past just echoing through my head. And I know their voice is probably just an echo of shitty people in their lives, too. It just sucks.

I'm just really hoping this apartment doesn't turn into my last house. Like... ultra-super messy. I haven't vacuumed yet. I put a Swiffer wetmop thing on my grocery order, so I'm setting the stage for it, but like... okay, here's the deal. My shit is still in boxes, man. I don't have furniture. So... I really just need to take a trip to Goodwill or a second-hand furniture store and get whatever I can fit in my rental car. A bookcase, a sturdy work table, a futon, a TV table... a TV... I have a big comfy beanbag chair coming in the mail and I'm insanely stoked about that. I just need to get my shit out of boxes, off the floor and into some form of home... then I can vacuum without running a goddamn obstacle course, and it will feel more natural.

And it would help a lot if I had some kind of perception of time, at least day of the week, so I can have some kind of rhythm around cleaning - rather than noticing shit on the carpet and going "oh fuck, this got bad." I just really need to find a system that works. Because my whole "schedule my day" app thing I was using, that disappeared real quick. And my yoga... that one makes me sad, I loved my yoga time at sunset. I haven't done yoga in like 3 days. All because my former "best friend" who is now a homeless fentanyl trafficker and mother of 5 decided to call me looking for a ride one night, when I thought she was in jail. Now my life is just... kinda starting to stabilize a bit? Little by little?

So yeah, I dunno, I just wanted to get that out of my system and kinda describe what my day-to-day is like, because I kept that shit secret out of shame and guilt for a long ass time. How flighty and messy and disorganized I am, how chaotic my life is. Seriously, it's just absolute chaos most of the time, just like cat food twice a day, caffeine in the morning, sleep ritual of some kind at night, the rest is just... like I'm a leaf riding down whitewater rapids of my thoughts and attention.

My right forearm is hurting, it's because I type wrong, and I type all this every night. It's taking its toll on my arm, especially when I use my mouse a lot during the day too, and/or when I sand stones. The combination is rough. Like the inside half of my pointer finger is numb. I need to do some typing exercises and re-learn how to type properly. But for right now, I'm gonna tap out and go take a bath or something, try to chill before bed.

Oh, the 30 day yoga thing I was gonna do starts on January 1st, so that's a thing. Maybe that will help me find structure. I'll pull that up and try to keep track of it. Glad I remembered that. On that note, happy New Year and all that, if you're celebrating please be safe and don't be stupid like a lot of people I've known throughout my life. I hope we all find a bit more peace, love and compassion this coming year, the world could always use more of that.

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kindahoping4forever · 3 years

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Threw Out Our Cloaks & Daggers Because It's Morning Now // Ashton Irwin

The bulk of this fic was a WIP I'd been sitting on for months because while I loved the idea, it just never felt Right. I've also been working on a particular arc for Gardener!Ash for most of this year but had been struggling to figure out how to get there. During the impromptu hiatus from writing I took this month, I realized this idea could add the type of color and depth to the Gardener!Ash series that I'd been needing to set up my arc and everything fell into place from there! As always, @cal-puddies is my hero and MVP.

Warnings: Moderate angst comes to the land of Domestic Thirst. No spoilers but obviously there's some sort of resolution because there's also dirty talk, unprotected sex in an established relationship, a handful of uses of the word 'Daddy', brief oral sex performed on a male and cum play.

Word Count: 5755

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You were only gone for one night but you can't believe how good it feels to sleep in your own bed again, to feel the warmth of your boyfriend next to you. Morning comes and you roll over to see him still sleeping soundly at your side and a rush of emotions overwhelm you. Things have been so crazy recently, you can’t remember the last time you had the privilege of waking him up. You’ll never take it for granted again.

You gingerly trace over the condor on the back of his neck, rubbing your thumb over the nail imprints you left around the wings, when you feel him start to stir. “Morning, baby,” he croaks, voice heavy with sleep, worn from staying up and talking things through with you.

“Hiya,” you answer sweetly, brushing his hair off his face. “Sleep alright?”

“Better than I did without you beside me," he admits, leaning into your touch. "Let's not do that again, k?"

2 Days Earlier...

“Missed you this morning.”

Your smile wavers a bit as a sense of deja vu hits you and you realize just how often you’ve been greeting your boyfriend with that phrase but you make an effort to recover as he approaches the patio, tossing his gardening gloves on the table as he opens his arms to you.

Ashton presses a kiss to your lips before replying, “Keep tellin’ ya, gotta get up with me one of these days and try some yoga up on the roof. Nothin’ like it, starting the morning off feeling grateful and appreciating all the natural beauty the morning sun has to offer.”

“Well, I’m sure the sun is lovely but I miss appreciating the natural beauty of the full moon I used to see when you’d stay in bed with me until my alarm went off,” you smirk, grabbing a handful of his ass.

He giggles but you detect a hint of sadness in his eyes just before he pulls you into an embrace. “Might be able to arrange one of those for you sometime too,” he jokes.

You burrow silently into his chest and he pecks at your forehead before removing his straw gardening hat and plopping it on your head as he ducks inside the house with a cackle.

You lovingly shake your head at his antics as you walk to the edge of the patio, looking out to see what he’s been working on. Typically the thought of Ash toiling away in his garden would make your heart skip a beat but he’s been spending a lot of time out here in recent weeks. By the time you wake up in the mornings, he’s already out starting a new project and he’s almost always still out there when you’ve finished with your work for the day. With the band coming out of their hiatus and taking up more of his time, you know it’s important for him to have something that’s just his that he can unwind with but you miss him all the same, miss the days when you alone could be that distraction for him.

Ashton reemerges from the house, glass of ice water in hand, and sits in the lounge chair by the door.

You walk over, interested. “You done for the day, handsome? I was thinking about going for a walk if you’d like to join me.”

“Aww, that sounds nice, baby, but I’ve actually got to jump on a management call with the guys in a few,” he explains, downing his water in one long gulp. “Why don’t we have a nice dinner together, though? Let’s order something good and catch up.”

You murmur your agreement and kiss his cheek before returning his hat to his head. Your walk is a bit longer than you intended but it felt nice to relax your mind and stretch your legs after a long day of being inside working. The sky is nearing dusk by the time you get home and you’re surprised to return to a dark house. You check Ash’s usual haunts - the garden, the basement studio, the kitchen - before you eventually find him in the bedroom, face down asleep on the bed with all the lights off.

You smile wistfully at the sight. He’s been running himself ragged between the band, helping friends with their projects and working on his own. This isn’t the first time you’ve found him like this, his mind reasoning he’ll just “rest his eyes” for a few minutes only for his body to insist that he nap for much longer. You sigh, kick off your shoes and curl up beside him. It’s not exactly the reconnecting evening you were hoping for but at this point, any time spent next to Ashton is a gift you’re more than happy to receive.

The next thing you know, your face is being peppered with kisses and a gentle but firm touch is shaking your arm.

“Baby?” He says softly, smiling sheepishly at you as your eyes flutter open. “You could’ve woken me up, love, I didn’t mean to knock out like that.”

You hum, leaning into him, eyes adjusting to the bedside light he turned on. “If you need it, you need it, dude… it’s not like I see you sleep much these days anyways,” you point out, stroking his stubbly cheek. He'd recently decided to shave his beard and let it regrow and you always forget how much younger he looks without it. “Been meaning to talk to you about that, honestly.”

“Yeah… my head’s kind of all over the place right now so sleep has been… fitful, I guess,” he admits, eyes failing to meet yours. He doesn’t offer more of an explanation and you can tell right now isn’t the time to press the issue. “Sorry I fucked up our dinner.”

You shrug. “No big. Too late to just order a pizza?”

He smiles warmly at you, relieved at your understanding. “Think that one we like on Ventura should still be open.”

“Let’s do that please,” you say with a yawn, which he attempts to muffle with a sweet peck to your lips before reaching for his phone on the nightstand. You watch him place your order and wrap your arms around as much of him as you can reach when he’s done. You quietly offer, “You know if you ever wanna talk about anything that’s going on, I’m here. Doesn’t matter what time of night.”

You feel Ashton relax into your embrace, giving a long and cleansing exhale. “I know, baby… love you,” he breathes. You’re surprised but happy to have him stay resting in your arms until the doorbell rings to announce your dinner.

On a whim, you go back into the bedroom with the pizza and eating in bed proves to be the right choice; the two of you make easy and light conversation as you eat, sitting cross-legged next to each other, smiling like goofy teenagers everytime your bare knees touch.

You’re pretty sure he sleeps through the night for once and you notice him lying closer to you than usual. He typically keeps to his side of the bed but tonight he alternates wrapping himself around you with sleeping on his side right next to you, a hand on your stomach or thigh if he can reach. You find it curious but sweet and enjoy it for what it is.

You can’t help but feel a little disappointed when you wake up alone again; the morning air feels extra cold after being surrounded by Ashton’s warmth all night. You peek out the window and sure enough, he’s already in the garden. You shrug because what else can you do and you head off to start getting ready for your day.

You don’t see him again until after your work day is over and you pad into the kitchen to rinse out the mug you’ve been using all day. You weren’t even sure he was home at first, the house is so quiet and he almost always has music playing in the background. Your heart leaps when you see him showered and out of his gardening clothes, sitting with his computer at the kitchen island but your excitement quickly fades when you notice how stressed he looks as his fingers fly across the keyboard, an email reply on one side of the screen, some sort of calendar on the other.

You chew your lip, torn between wanting to ask him what’s wrong and wanting to wait for him to come to you about it. The problem is you feel like you’ve been waiting for that moment for weeks now and it’s becoming clear Ash either doesn’t want your help or doesn’t know how to ask for it. You’ve both always been careful not to overstep in each other’s personal business; you love the idea that you’re partners but ultimately two separate people living independent lives that you choose to share with each other. With Ashton not having toured for so long now, your lives have blurred together in ways they never really had before and you’re starting to realize it’s not so easy to just go back to the way things used to be.

You’re so caught up in your thoughts you don’t notice that he’s stood at the sink next to you until he reaches over and sets his own mug under the tap.

“The invite said ‘cocktail casual’ but I think maybe you’ve taken the idea a little too literally,” he cracks, eyeing the band hoodie and sweatpants you’re sporting. You purse your lips at him as you try to understand the joke, unsure if you’re confused because you weren’t paying attention just now or if you’re missing something else. Another beat passes without your response, so he addresses you again, still playful but with a slight edge to his voice this time. “Seriously, love, if you’re gonna shower, we need you in there ASAP, Cal’s gonna be here in like 40 minutes and we both know it’s gonna take you at least that to get dressed.”

You furrow your brow, now entirely confident your boyfriend has wildly different plans for your evening than you expected. You turn to him with narrow eyes and say, “Babe, I mean this with all the love in my heart but I have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about.”

Ash gives you a 'yeah right' smirk and when you continue to stare at him blankly, a mixture of alarm and annoyance washes over his face. "The dinner party we're going to?" Your expression remains unchanged. He presses on, "The people from the new label?"

You shrug apologetically, "I know nothing about this."

"We one hundred percent talked about it."

"When?"

"Recently," he insists, jaw tensing more with every syllable.

You shake your head emphatically. "It's OK if you forgot to tell me, Ash."

He scoffs, running his hand over his face like he always does when he's getting agitated. "Well it's OK if you forgot that I told you."

You roll your eyes. "Like I don't have a distinct memory of every conversation we've had the past few weeks, they happen so infrequently," you mutter.

Your eyes dart up to meet his as soon as the words leave your mouth, much more bitter than you imagined they'd sound. His expression changes rapidly, shuffling through surprise, hurt, anger, confusion and finally landing on incredulous exasperation. "And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

You wince at his tone, the sharp one you’re used to him using with invasive journalists or the occasional tense moment with a bandmate, one he’s only directed at you a handful of times over the course of your relationship. The two of you love talking with each other so when an issue arises, it’s only natural that you discuss it rather than squabble. Arguments are rare but when they do happen… boy, do they.

The frustration that’s been brewing between you finally spills over into petty bickering which inevitably leads to some regrettably mean barbs and before you know it, you’re storming out the door, smart enough to get away before you say something you can’t take back. You’re proud that you make it down the street before the first tear spills down your cheek, that you manage to make it to your best friend’s house without pulling over to call and apologize.

Ashton is as stubborn as you are so you’re not surprised when you don’t hear from him that evening. As you lay on your friend’s couch, trying to remember how to sleep without Ash’s body acting as a space heater next to you, you replay the day’s events in your mind. Something like this was bound to happen sometime, the way you’d both been carrying on like your circumstances hadn’t changed was naive and unsustainable. But now that you’re hours removed from it, you’re not even sure how the fight started or what it was really about anymore. You’re just sure that you miss him and not just being beside you tonight, you miss the way he was, the way you were a few months ago before real life started creeping in again.

You’re not angry, just frustrated and more than a little sad. As your body finally gives into the exhaustion and you drift off to sleep, your pride chimes in and you decide to wait him out, let him apologize first, let him make an effort to give you the attention you’ve been craving. But when you wake up a few hours later with no cheerful whistling coming from the shower, no coffee smells coming from the kitchen, no scratchy stubble on your face and neck, coaxing you out of bed, it only takes a few moments for your resolve to crack. You look around the unfamiliar, empty room and become suddenly, painfully aware that this isn’t where you belong, even temporarily.

You get dressed and hide your phone in a drawer because you know if you don’t, you’ll be obsessively checking it every two minutes to see if he’s messaged you. You set up your laptop and try to power through your work for the day. You allow yourself a peek at lunchtime and you feel your entire body immediately warm when you see his name in your notifications. You click on the text and smile at the sight of a single bouquet emoji, his go-to when he’s testing the waters for an apology, an olive branch of sorts. You text him back a simple heart and hide your phone away again, eager to finish up your work so you can get home and apologize properly.

This Morning...

“Well, I can’t promise no more fighting but I can predict that’s the last time I storm out like that… that was the first night I’ve slept alone since I moved in… can’t say that I missed it,” you smile wistfully, fingers scratching at his scruffy cheek.

“Yeah… when I came home to the empty house and it started to sink in that you probably weren’t coming home… I can’t remember the last time I felt so unsettled,” Ashton recalls somberly, grabbing your hand to kiss before interlacing his fingers with yours.

The pangs of guilt and regret you feel match the hints you detect swimming in his eyes as he softly gazes at you. You lean in to him and as your lips slowly move against each other, you feel the mood of the room lighten. You smile and coo, "Tell you what, though, if you want to pretend-fight every now and again for the sake of making up, I'm down for that."

He grins, running a hand up and down your side. "For a couple who doesn’t fight often, we are remarkably good at that part, aren’t we?"

"Mmm… I’ll say. You really forgave the shit outta me, babe.”

Ash has always been better with words than you are but you’ve learned that the ways you express yourselves after the apologies are just as important as the sorries themselves. And as you admire the red scratches up and down his back, the way his light brown curls, still wild and tangled from your fingers, pour onto his pillow to reveal the subtle bite marks decorating his neck… you conclude you definitely got your point across.

He laughs, sliding his hand under the hem of your t-shirt, letting his fingers trace over your bare skin before bringing you closer. “Took my apology so well… so generous,” he teases suggestively, the kiss he pulls you into noticeably more passionate than the last. “Y’know, now that I’ve had time to sleep on it, think there’s a couple more things I’m feeling sorry about.”

“Glad to hear you say that because I've suddenly got the strongest urge to hold you accountable,” you smirk, reaching down to squeeze the bulge that’s been noticeably growing in his boxers.

Ash chuckles naughtily against your lips as the two of you share another heated kiss. You let out a slight squeal as he easily swings your leg over his body and pulls you to lay on top of him. His kisses are hungry but his hands are slow and unhurried as they move over your body, from running through your hair to dipping under your shirt, dancing over your back before settling on your ass, squeezing and massaging your cheeks over your panties.

“Missed you,” he says quietly against your lips and you smile into the kiss, knowing he’s referring to more than just the night you spent away.

You lean over and tongue around his earring before attaching your lips to the spot just underneath his ear that always makes him moan, sucking what’s bound to be a large mark on his skin. “All mine,” you softly declare, rolling your hips over his, relishing the feeling of his hardness underneath you.

He groans at your words, sliding his fingers under the leg of your underwear to run along your folds. “All yours?” He teases, swirling your wetness around, ghosting over your clit. “Think you’re mine, baby. Who’s all this for? Huh? Got you soaking wet first thing in the morning?” He teases a finger against your entrance but never quite pushes in.

“Y- you, Ash,” you murmur, trying your best to move your hips at the right angle that’ll catch you some friction from his fingers but to no avail.

“Goddamn right, baby,” he growls, rewarding you by rubbing a few slow circles around your clit. “Pussy’s all mine. Missed it while you were gone.” He sinks a finger inside you, then a second one. He maintains eye contact as he rocks you slowly against them until he decides you’re done. As soon as he withdraws them, you grab his wrist and lift his fingers to your mouth, sucking them clean.

Without missing a beat, Ashton brings you back up to his lips, moaning as he tastes your essence on your own tongue. You pull back, resting your forehead on his, panting, “And what about this?” You pull his cock out of his boxers, stroking slowly as you lilt, “Missed this thick cock while I was gone… missed me so much, last night wasn’t enough... already so hard, leaking so much.” You thumb over his slit, dabbing at the precum beading there and you both watch as a long, sticky string of it follows nearly all the way to your mouth when you lift your finger to taste.

“Fuck, baby… need you now,” he groans with a newfound urgency. He pulls your panties to the side and groans again, deeper, when you immediately start grinding down, rubbing your wetness over his shaft. “Baby, please. Wanna see you ride this cock… ‘s what it was made for. Just for you and your perfect little pussy to take.”

You lean in to give him a filthy kiss that’s all tongue while you sink down on him, the both of you whining at the feeling of your wet heat engulfing him.

“Oh my god, Ash,” you breathe, moving your hips methodically, letting every inch of his cock drag torturously slow against your walls. “Always so good inside me… I’ll never get enough.” You lean back, bracing yourself on his strong thighs, moaning as you feel them flex underneath you as he struggles not to buck up into you.

Ashton lets out another deep groan and you bite your lip, knowing it means he’s caught up watching his cock disappear inside you over and over again; you know it’s his favorite part of having you ride him. “Never get tired of watching you take this cock, baby,” he huffs, confirming your suspicion. He runs his palms over your thighs, fighting the urge to grab onto your hips because he wants you to feel confident in your control. “Such a good girl, taking every last bit of it… look so pretty doing it. Bet it feels as good as it looks, doesn’t it, baby?”

A whimpered reply is the best you can offer as his hand travels to thumb at your clit. You start moving your hips more rapidly, trying to take advantage of the sensations he’s giving you but it’s not enough. You shift forward, flattening your palms against his broad chest, using it for leverage as you rock yourself at a moderate pace, gasping sharply as you immediately feel how the new angle changes how he’s hitting inside you.

“Ash… fuck, babe,” you whine, voice shaking as you speed up even more. “Never felt like this until you… filled so fucking good… never gonna want anything else. Just need you.”

He murmurs your name softly as he slips his hands up your t-shirt to cup your breasts, kneading them, his large hands using just the right amount of pressure to make you moan. He quickly decides he needs to hear more and tugs at the fabric; you understand he wants you to remove it and as soon as you peel the shirt off, his mouth is all over you.

He leaves wet kisses all over one tit while his hand massages the other and then he switches, never leaving you feeling anything less than spoiled. The scruff on his face is already causing a delicious burn on your skin so when he gently grazes your nipple with his teeth, the painful pleasure is almost too much for you to handle and you cry out before redirecting his attention by nudging his face so you can catch his lips in a needy kiss.

You pull away, rubbing over the light hair on his chest. His fingers are content to play with your nipples while you resume bouncing on his cock, settling into a rhythm that has you both breathing heavy.

You feel your climax building and breathe his name over and over like a prayer, almost as if you can’t believe you made it home and he’s here with you, giving you this pleasure. Ash picks up on your energy and shifts his hands to your waist, letting his touch reassure you. “I’m here, baby, come on,” he soothes, giving your hips a tight squeeze. “I’ve got you, love... wanna feel you cum.”

You feel like a woman possessed, pawing at your own breasts, riding his cock as fast as you can, wishing you could go faster but it feels so good you’re almost too overwhelmed to keep moving. “Fuck… Ash… fuuuuck… fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” you plead breathlessly. You whimper again and again, feeling your release so close and yet nowhere near close enough. “Need to cum… need you… please… oh Daddy, please.”

You and Ash hadn’t been together very long when you first let a ‘Daddy’ slip in bed. You had no idea where it came from, you’d never called anyone that and it wasn’t a kink either of you had discussed any interest in. But you were already so comfortable with him that you never felt embarrassed about it, you both just giggled and went with it and he gently teased you about it in the following days. You decided to own it, dropping it occasionally as a half-sexy, half-ironic inside joke between you until one day the two of you realized just how serious it’d actually become, how much it seemed to affect you both on a primal level. Your use of the word evolved, like things always do when you’re with someone for a long time; it went from a bonding joke to a naughty cue to something reserved for special occasions and these days, it seems to only slip out subconsciously during your neediest, most desperate moments.

You’re so far gone the words you’ve just said don’t even register in your mind until you hear the guttural noise coming from Ashton’s throat and you feel his hold on your hips tighten to an almost painful degree. Your eyes flicker open to meet his and the excitement and love you see, the eagerness to return to that era of shared intimacy with you, is almost enough to push you over the edge.

“What was that, baby?” He teases, holding your hips still so he can buck his into you at a deviously slow pace. “Didn’t hear you… think you might need to say it a little louder.”

You try matching his rhythm as he rocks into you but his grip is so tight it’s no use, but you do keep trying because you like the struggle and he likes denying you. You lock eyes and stare him down for as long as you can, almost as if you’re challenging him, until he hits that one spot inside you that forces you to close your eyes and shudder. “I said…” You start, trying to find your breath as he moves his hips to match the staccato rhythm of your words. “Fuck me. Please. Need you. To make me cum. To fuck me. Daddy.” Your voice gets louder with every word and by the end of your request, you’re practically shrieking.

“That’s my girl,” Ash says in a voice both syrupy and dominating. “My baby wants to cum, my baby’s gonna cum. Give this pretty pussy what it deserves.” He gives your body an affectionate squeeze before he plants his feet flat on the bed for leverage and begins fucking up into you with impressive force.

You want to cry out, to call his name, to tell him how glad you are to be his, how you always want to be, how every time with him is better than the last and as exciting as the first. But you’re so fucking close and his cock is hitting so deep inside you, you barely have the brainpower to keep holding onto him the way that you are.

The only sounds filling the room are Ashton’s belabored grunts, your strained whines and the sound of his skin slapping against yours. A low, rumbly moan stirs in your throat and you both know this is it. He’s careful to keep his thrusts steady as you start to fold in on yourself, tensing from the sensations surging through your body. He feels you clench around him hard, your breath coming out in short, huffy sobs that seem to keep perfect time with the feeling of your pussy pulsing on his cock.

You’re seeing stars by the time you fall forward against him, arms made of jelly. Before he even has time to check on you, you push up on his chest, balancing yourself upright again. He gives you a half-concerned, half-amused look and you answer his unspoken question, “I’ve got one more apology to make.” He shakes his head, smiling and gestures for you to take the lead again.

You bounce on him, knowing he loves to watch the way your tits sway when you ride him like this. “Tell me when,” you direct, speeding up your pace. You’re nowhere near the speed he was moving at but it still only takes a couple minutes of work to get Ash groaning and grabbing at your ass.

"Love you like this, baby," he mumbles, kneading your cheeks as you move on him. He lets you get a few more pumps in before his fingers are digging into you and he’s growling, “So fucking beautiful… squeezing me so fuckin' tight, baby… ‘s all I can take, got me too fuckin’ close.”

The urgency in his voice springs you into action and you climb off and swiftly take him in your mouth. Ash moans loudly as you quickly bob your head up and down, not wanting to lose momentum. You flutter your tongue along the underside of his cock, murmuring as you taste your own release on his skin. You pull up, letting your hand continue to work him and you let the spit pour down your chin as you look at him and rasp, “Gonna let me have it all, Daddy? Promise I’ll be good and take every drop.”

Ashton props himself up on his elbows, stroking through your hair before his loving but firm hand starts coaxing you back down; his hazel eyes are clouded with lust as he meets your gaze and breathes, “Don’t swallow.”

A thrill runs through you and you share a mischievous look with him as you lower your mouth on him. His hand stays in your hair, applying light pressure as you sink down as far as you can before you start gagging; he pulls you back and guides you to bob more shallowly and seconds later, with a loud shout of your name, he’s cumming.

You focus on the sounds of his grunting and groaning as the hot liquid shoots across your tongue; you close your eyes, trying your hardest to follow his direction and fight your instinct to swallow. You pull back so you’re suckling at the head and you feel his grip on your hair start to slack as he takes his other hand and gives himself a few light strokes, milking out every last drop for you.

With an exhausted sigh, Ashton gently tugs your head back and instructs, “Show me.” You eagerly open your mouth, wiggling your tongue around, enough to let him see his release swirling around but careful not to let any of it spill from your lips. The satisfied look on his face has you feeling like you might cum again on the spot. “Good girl,” he smirks proudly. “Now make it disappear for me.”

A sly smile of your own spreads across your face as you let some - but not all - of the substance slide down your throat before leaning in to kiss him, murmuring as he takes the hint and deepens it, dipping his tongue in your mouth for a taste. You take it a step further, using your tongue to push the remaining cum inside his mouth, a chill running down your spine as he moans against your lips.

He tugs your bottom lip between his teeth before pulling away, giving you an amused look. You shrug playfully, explaining, “You just said ‘make it disappear,’ you didn’t specify how.”

He chuckles and pulls you closer for the slow, reassuring kiss he typically lays on you after a kinky, more intense session like you just had. You smile softly at each other and when the moment is over, he gently grabs your hand and leads you to the bathroom for a quick cleanup.

You return to the bedroom a few moments later and Ash resituates the bed while you slip on a new shirt and underwear. You crawl back under the covers together and he promptly lays you on his chest, hand once again sneaking up the back of your tee, craving as much skin on skin contact as he can get.

“You sure about not wanting to fight ever again? Don’t wanna miss out on fun like that,” you joke, heart swelling at the ridiculous cackle that rattles through your boyfriend’s chest.

“Maybe we pick smaller, lower stakes things to fight about,” he muses, kissing your forehead. “What movie to watch, who has to load the dishwasher. No more serious shit.”

You cock your head at him amusedly. “Maybe… it is nice knowing the ‘Daddy’ card still works, though.” He pokes at you and you let out a squeal which he silences with another sweet kiss.

There’s a beat and then Ashton sighs, “I am sorry, baby. I wish I hadn’t said --- “

“Hey. No, Ash, we promised we weren’t gonna do that,” you cut him off, lifting your head to look at him. “That’s the past now. Who did what, what was said… ‘s not important. This is. This is all that matters.” You press a kiss to his shoulder, lightly pecking across his collarbones until you hear him give a deep exhale, letting go of whatever guilt he was still holding onto.

You settle back on him and he strokes his fingers through your hair, humming softly before thinking out loud, “I think I’d like us to try and set aside some time to spend together each week, no matter what we have going on. Obviously when it comes time to tour again, it’ll have to be virtual but… I just… I wouldn’t say we’ve started to take each other for granted… I just think maybe living together has gotten us used to how much we need each other and so now that we finally have other things that need our attention ---”

“When that need goes unfulfilled, disaster strikes,” you muse.

“Exactly.”

You gaze up at him fondly. “I think that’s a great idea, Ash.”

“Good,” he says, satisfied, before following up in a much softer voice. “I just don’t ever want to feel that disconnected from you again. I didn’t like it.”

You pout, squeezing yourself as tightly to him as you can. “Me neither, babe.”

The two of you lay quietly for a few moments. You’ve just started to drift off back to sleep when his voice breaks the silence. “Nap and then breakfast?”

“Mmm,” you approve, hands running across his chest hair. “Pancakes.”

Ashton clicks his tongue. “See, I was thinking breakfast burritos…”

You look up at him, love, mischief and exhaustion in your eyes. “Ooh, are we fighting again?” You suggestively ask, cocking an eyebrow.

He grins, pulling you back into his embrace. “Definitely nap first. We’re gonna need the energy if we’re gonna make up anymore today.” --- @conversecake @cxddlyash @cashtonasfuck @talkfastromance4 @camelliastreet @itjustkindahappenedreally @saywhatnow07 @mymindwide @suchalonelysunflower @pxrxmoore @findingliam-o @fedorable-killjoys @trix-arent-for-kids @olivia-foster-irwin @saphseoul @calmsweetcreature @onthecliffside-mgc @feliznavidaddycal @blacktreacles @maggiesupertramp @karajaynetoday @ashtonangst @sunshineeashton @aladyofalbion @youngblood199456 @xsongbirdx @fairytrice @calumrose @irwindoll @polycashton @in-superbloom @2fangirl4u @highstwildflower @t3lkfast @bport76

#prepare to be sick of me reblogging this because i intended to have this up wayyyy before today's pod so it's gonna get buried lol #5 seconds of summer smut #5sos smut #ashton irwin smut #ashton irwin fic #ashton smut #smut #kh4f fic #Gardener!Ash #kindahoping4forever #It's Morning Now #tbh don't have much else to say about it #things have been tough and for a minute i legit didn't know if i was done writing for good #but it feels nice to be posting again #and i am excited for what's next for this series #and hopefully i'll be able to follow through and bring that together in a timely fashion #health allowing smh #anyways #as always feedback reblogs and all that is encouraging and appreciated

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Husband!Leona x Housewife!Reader: Birthday surprise

As you have your birthday today, Leona has a plan to prepare a party for his one and only beloved wife; however, uncle Ruggie and your babies almost burn the house down to ashes when you're out...

Happy birthday @jessamine-rose !♡ Now suffer-

Warning(s): None, just a review on Leona's chaotic father experiment trying to babysit his neko babies.

Note: This work is the continuation of a personal au I wrote for @jessamine-rose s/o and Leona have 3 adorable kittens (babies) in this au; The elder two are twins , a girl named Kaede and a son named Haruki while the baby gremlin is a sweet but chaotic cinnamon roll girl named Lucy (Lulu).

At last, it's here: The big day. Not only Leona seems have been expecting this day to arrive for months, or perhaps, he's been waiting ever since you had your previous birthday last year.

Not that you thought previous birthday celebrations with them lacked anything specific or was incomplete in a recognizable way; but it didn't change the fact that you didn't seem to have enjoyed them either.

Leona is the prince of the afterglow Savannah, after all. As her wife your birthday was nothing less than a national holdiday and he always tented to prepare royal celebrations ever since you married him.

But for some reason, that formal and majestic aura seemed to bother you in a way; perhaps because you preferred to be actually spending time with Leona and your family instead of having to stay in the same spot for hours with your back straightened as you greet thousands of strangers and the rest of the royal family.

Not that you ever spoke of how uncomfortabe and annoying all of those birthday ceremonies were, but you almost let out a relived sigh when Leona tells he isn't going to put out another of those extravagant celebrations.

The night before your birthday, Leona comes to you and mentions hoe it's been a while since the last time you had some time for your own, and he's right: From the day you gave birth to lulu you've been awfully busy with housework and caressing your babies; not that your life could be any sweeter than it is now but you had to admit- You somehow missed the old days when you had more time to spend on your own...

Leona recommends you take a day off, as a birthday treat! You're free to go shopping, take a short vacation to the beach or simply go to your favorite cafe and enjoy your favorite drinks and beverages in peace, meanwhile Leona would take care of the house and kittens so you can have today for your own and all~

Of course you accept his offer, you give him a small kiss on cheek and thank him, the two of you head to your bedroom and you are given the opportunity to sleep on Leona's warm chest for the rest of the night.

Thus you leave the house the next morning after, and now it's time for Leona's secret plan. He's already prepared anything, your favorite flowers, your favorite desserts and food, a very expensive perfume you had liked before, color-matching costumes for both him and the kittens, tiny cute accessories to decorate the house with and at last, tens of gifts from different things he sure knows that you'll love.

Ruggie is charge of cooking, so he gets to preparing muffins and cupcakes while Leona takes care of decorations: Designing the entire house with flower petals, baloons and colorful ribbons would've taken him hours if he were to do that by hand, but using his extraordinary magic skills, the whole house is perfectly decorated and prepared in a second *Chef's kiss.*

Just as Leona is about to let out a proud smirk and return to kitchen to see how Ruggie is doing with he cooking, he hears a sound. He turns his head to find no one but baby Lulu, chewing the decorations.

He runs to her and takes the ribbons out of her mouth, opening her mouth a second time and carefully look through it to see if she's eaten any of them or not. Oh God, he promised that he'd take care of everything when you're out, he just can't let you return home and find out that your baby has swallowed paper, what will you even think of him? Irresponsible partner? Unworthy father? No, he must make sure that baby lulu would be all same and sound until you return home.

He hugs Lulu and puts her on a corner with several baloons to play with, far from anything dangerous she could chew but then baby Lulu discovers a new hobby: popping balloons.

Her tiny fangs have just popped out and her gums often hurt, so she just wants to get her fangies on anything she could chew or bite and wow, this baby is not only totally unaffected by the loud sound of balloons popping right into her face but also finds it quite amusing. Baby begins to laugh loudly and chase after more balloons to chew as she has discovered a new hobby, and before Leona could've stopped her, she pops 5 more balloons with just one bite-

Leona picks her up immediately because if Lulu continued to chew balloons like this nothing of them would be left until you get home-

- But all of a sudden, he smells something rotten, followed by a trail of smoke coming from kitchen. He immediately puts Lulu down and runs back to the kitchen to see what in the great seven's name is happening there-

Leona jumps into the kitchen- just to find Kaede and Haruki screaming and crying as Ruggie's trying to take the black-rotten cupcakes out of the oven. Leona asks what the hell has happened and Ruggie explains he was too busy separating the twins because they couldn't stop arguing whether their mama would like caramel syrup as the topping or sprinkles, so Ruggie totally forgets about the overcooked muffins and cupcakes in the middle of their arguments.

Leona tells him to pull himself and start over- But Ruggie aruges that he won't be able to concentrate on both babysitting and cooking if that's how it's going to be. Leona growls and tell Ruggie to stop being such a wacky hyena and just get back to work without messing up again- And Ruggie explodes.

He starts shouting, Ruggie legit starts shouting in a rare, angry tune which terrified everyone even Leona. He roars that he won't be doing shit until Leona actually pays him for once, and the two start arguing. Just as the chaos is burning the kitchen down, Lulu decides uncle Ruggie's leg looks quite delicious to bite, and in a matter of second Ruggie is screaming as the baby lion's fangs literally pierced into his flesh.

The whole house is filled with smoke, Lulu has taken the entire decorations down and Leona's trying to seprate baby Lulu's fangs from Ruggie's leg. Twins are terrified, so the silently sneak out of the kitchen to call the right person to come for help...

It's past 10 pm when you're done with your day off. You've been giggling over how a day off was just what you needed after a long time, you had told Leona to call if anything went wrong, and thankfully, you didn't receive any calls from him while you were out. Leona really seems to have toughed it out as a father, huh?

You knock at the door, waiting for someone to open it. After a 3 minute delay you take a small look through the house and realize the lights are off. You just get in using your keys and suddenly, a loud "SURPRISE!" makes you jump back and the lights are back on, revealing Farena, Cheka, your kittens and very, very very tired-looking Leona and Ruggie standing in front of you. Leona gives you a weak smile as your confused gaze meets him, at last, they managed to clean the mess up before you got home.

Twins welcome you with a warm hug as they lock their tiny arms around your waist, digging their faces into soft fabrics of your clothes as if they hadn't met you in days, and of course, 12 hours of chaos without mama at home is enough to make them want to never be left alone in the house with uncle Ruggie and dad again-

Ruggie is trying his best not to be rude but he quickly approaches you, wishes you a very happy birthday and excuses himself saying he really needs to be home by this hour. You question the bandages wrapped around his leg, asking if he's alright? Ruggie just- Gulps nervously before turning his head back and stare at Leona who is holding Lulu... Ruggie nods quickly and leaves your house asap, poor boy... maybe you should call him sometime later and asking if he's doing fine?

Back to the party, Farena chuckles as he tells you how his younger brother has been DESPERATELY making plans for his beloved wife's birthday for nearly two months-! Farena explains that Leona even refused to accept Farena's help when he was firstly coming up with the plans, but Leona insisted that he wanted to manage everything on his own.

Aaaaaw Leona's face is a must-see now, his ears dropped down in mild embarrassment and frustration, feeling like a silly child in front of you. Damn- If it was on him he wouldn't have asked for Farena's help once in a thousand years even if if Ruggie and him had ended up burning the entire house; but he must admit, he's glad that twins asked for his help because- It would've been impossible to manange to do all the work on time without his help.

Aaah at least your birthday party didn't turn out to be a horrible mess, but at what cost? Great seven, he was supposed to be your one and only man tonight but right now he's nothing but a fuzzy cat wanting to pass put on his bed.

Yet he still manages to keep his eyes open, at least until you're done with the birthday party and Farena and Cheka are finally out; leaving him alone with you. Gosh, he looks so- you can't even find tje right adjective to describe this but all you can say for now is that you've never seen him this tired before.

You gently take Lulu, who has already fallen asleep in his arms and take her to her bed, asking Leona if babysitting her was difficult by any means. Leona tiredly shakes his head in a no, saying how much of a wonderful girl she was when you were away, and you can tell how much of an awful liar he is.

When the kids are asleep, you come to sit next to a lifeless Leona on couch, damn, just what happened to this household when you weren't around?

Leona's too tired to explain, he just sighs and apologizes for your birthday not being even *close to the best it could be, just to meet your laughter.

Oh lord, he is being quite desperate at the moment ha? Leona was always the dominative and demanding one, to have him serve ypu on your birthday... Oh dear, isn't that already the best birthday gift possible?

You excitedly start to tell him how this birthday was just the best you could've ever asked for: Freedom, A golden time to be spent for your own desires and not anyone else, and aside all of these, you return home just to face a secret party waiting for you!

But most importantly: He had gone through all of these... for you, to make you happy.

You tightly hug him, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing his face closer to yours. Aaaa he looks so cute like this, just like a tired pouty can wanting you to spoil him and to be honest, he's going to need you spoil him for a week at least for him to recovers from that 12 hours of chaos.

It's been a long day, for both you and him. So he just kisses your forehead and bridal carries you to your bedroom afterwards; wrapping his strong arms and thighs around you and jailing you in his embrace. You gasp at the warmth, truth be told having your face burried in Leona's firm chest like this was something you never got used to even after being married to him for years. Damn lion knew how to leave a flushed mess out of you, huh? You chuckle as you struggle to release yourself but hell, the jerk simply pretends that he's already fallen asleep.

Just as Leona's arms are jailing you into his embrace he wonders, today probably didn't turn out to be as good as he'd planmed but well... at least you're happy. That's what he wanted when he whet out of his way planning for today, after all. But he can tell the experiment made him come to appreciate you even more, thinking that you've been caressing all three of your babies for years all on your own while Leona wouldn't have even made it for half a day if Farena hadn't saved him...

#twisted wonderland #twst #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #ruggie bucchi #f/reader #headcanon #Meh I was too lazy to proofread www- Will edit this later

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Mystic Sisters- Ch.18 On the Run

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Hikari's Pov

I sat next to Yua on the train headed towards Yokohama. We left the church early this morning. Neither one of us knew where we were going. We decided to go somewhere so we can figure out what to do. We just had to be away from our parents. That night after everything that happened Yua still tried to reason with Dad.

"Dad" Yua pleaded, grabbing his shirt sleeve. "I just want you to listen to me for once. There's weird things happening to Hikari and I-."

'Go to bed. I'm too tired to deal with this." He deadpanned, snatching his shirt from Yua's grip. There was no emotion on his face and no sincerity in his voice. I watched him walk past her up to his bedroom.

"Too tired to care about your kids huh? It's like you don't want us here." Yua whispered.

"It'd be easier wouldn't it?" He snapped from the top of the stairs. Maybe things would be easier if we didn't adopt you two. You were suspicious about living her since day one. If it wasn't for you mom I would have given you back."

I shook Yua, waking her up from her slumber. She opened her eyes and yawned. The train stopped and we quickly got off the train. We found a small hotel nearby that was next to a convenience store. We stopped there first to stock up on food and water. Getting back to our room I plopped down on the bed. I took my phone out and stared at the wallpaper. There were no new messages or missed

"No calls or texts?" Yua asked, laying down next to me. I shook my head tossing my phone beside me.

"We left yesterday and our so-called parents don't even care. I would say I'm shocked but I'm really not."

Yua and I ate breakfast that consisted of juice and pancakes. After we ate I took a shower. I took off my jacket and shivered because of how cold the room was. I pulled off my beanie and tossed it in the pile of my clothes on the bathroom floor. Something about it felt off. I quickly turned back and picked the beanie up. This wasn't mine. It was Akio's. I guess when I was packing I grabbed his hat and not mine. I shook my head, placing Akio's beanie on the bathroom counter. Yua isnt gonna let me hear the end of this is she? When I came out of the shower Yua was under the blankets snoring loudly. There was a chair by the window so I decided to sit there and read for awhile. Well attempt to read over my sister's snoring. The sky was gray and cloudy. It looked like it could rain or maybe even snow. A few minutes later it started to rain. I watched the rain fall down and leave droplets on the window. I ran my fingers over the cold glass turning the water into frozen ice. Placing my palm on the window it started to heat up and immediately melt. The window turned hot making me move my hand back. What don't tell me I have fire powers now? The room was cold so I grabbed a blanket off the bed and wrapped myself in it. Before I knew it I had fallen asleep.

Yua's pov

I sat at the edge of the lake watching the ducks take a late night swim. The moonlight beamed down on the water beautifully.

"Yua you're gonna freeze" Haru said from behind me, making me jump. He wrapped his jacket around me and sat beside me. He was still dressed in his training gear meaning he must have just gotten back.

"What are you doing out here anyways? It's late."

"Feeding the ducks." I told him handing him the bag of bread crumbs. He tossed a hand full and the ducks gathered around. It was silent between us but it was a comfortable silence. The only sound came from the ducks happily eating.

"Still thinking about what your mom said?" Haru finally said. I nodded bringing my knees to my chest.

"It's a lot of responsibility. Taking care of my sister and one day taking over the kingdom. I don't know if I'm ready for that yet.

"Well I know once you fully turn you'll be ready. I can already see it when we train?

"Yeah?" I questioned turning to look at him. He nodded. "Your parent's see it too. You've already learned so much. Don't stress about it. When it's time you'll do fine. Plus you have Hikari and I." He smiled.

"Yeah but you're the only one that Will remember any of this" I laughed. "Even when I do see you again I won't know who you are."

"You'll remember one day too. Once you get your memories back you'll remember everything. Including this moment now. that part was true. One day we'll all be able to come back to the castle. There won't be people coming after Hikari and I. Well if they do we'll be ready for them.

I woke up to the sound of rain hitting the window. It was pouring rain. Checking the time on my phone it was 4:52pm. I closed my eyes trying to process the dream I just had.

"Hikari?" I called out. She didn't respond so I sat up and noticed she wasn't in bed with me. I saw her sleep in the chair with the blanket falling off. I picked the blanket off the floor and wrapped her in it. She stirred a little in her sleep mumbling something.

"Hm?" I asked.

"Akio..." she mumbled again.

"So first you steal his hat and now you're having dreams about him" I smirked.

I laid back in the bed starving up at the ceiling. This dream was just like the last one. This time everything was more clear. Maybe what I was seeing was a memory. Everything about it seemed real. Plus Haru and I talked about me not being able to remember. What wouldn't I remember? That night? Or was there more? The last time I tried to talk to Haru about it he got defensive. Maybe that's why. He mentioned that I would start to remember. Did he not want me to? I knew then but now I know he's not telling me something. It would make sense with the way he's been acting lately.

"I knew he was lying."

"Who?" Hikari asked. I opened my eyes and she was standing over me. I grabbed the pillow next to me hitting her in the head with it.

"Why are you watching me sleep?"

"Why'd you hit me?" She pouted.

"Why are you having dreams about Akio?" I shot back.

"What?"

I cocked my head to the side grinning at her, she rolled her eyes and picked up the pillow hitting me with it. After hitting me she sat down across from me. I sat up while Hikari stared at me.

"Why are you staring at me?"

"I'm hungry" I signed, grabbing my phone. "You're always hungry

"Sushi"? She nodded smiling happily.

Riyoshi Pov

"Where the hell are they?!" Haru growled giving Akio and I a death glare. He tried his best to be intimidating but he wasn't. Honestly I don't know what Yua sees in this guy.

"We told you we don't have them.'' I said, stepping closer.

"I don't believe you. Now tell me or get your ass beat."

I chuckled and looked back at Akio. "Do you hear this guy."

"Yea he's pretty delusional and persistent." The younger one said in an annoyed tone.

"Aye! I'm right here and I can hear you." Haru walked up to me grabbing my collar. "Tell me where they are." he demanded.

"So you're like the bodyguard? You suck man, Like legit who trained you?"

I must have pissed him off as his face scrunched up and he launched me as far as he could but his throw had no aggression whatsoever. I landed on my two feet easily. "Now you pissed me off."

"Yo Riyoshi we are really wasting our time on this dude. I kicked his ass like a week and a half ago so imagine what you could do."

I sighed in irritation. "Don't ruin this man I need to let off a little steam anyway." Akio put his hands up and backed up as if I needed more space.

"Ahh lil tough guy huh. Your mommy teach you that?" Haru taunted.

"What are you 11." I said as I pulled at least 5 daggers out of my weapons belt "Any Last words buddy?"

"Yea. I'm not your buddy" Haru spat.

"That attitude makes me wanna shoot you instead but I have no wooden bullets for you today."I sucked my teeth mad at myself. "Too bad you'll die slower I guess." I shrugged then launched all 5 daggers at him. He dodged a couple of them but since I'm savage I threw a few extra that he didn't see. Hitting him in both legs,his Right ankle, his chest and face.

These hits weren't fatal but he won't realize that till later. I ran up and kicked the dagged further into his chest and watched him fall to the ground groaning in pain and eventually passing out. "Damn that was quick"

"He might get back up, he had more fight in him when I was up against him."

"You didn't launch 5 daggers into his pressure points though. And the one in his face will definitely leave a scar.

"Did that one for fun."

"You really scare me sometimes man." Akio said with a straight face "he's not dead tho. I thought you were gonna kill him."

"Nah I really wanna shoot him so he'll have to wait till I finish carving bullets for that."

"Why do you wanna use weapons so bad?"

"Because I cant use them on Levi and I really wanna shoot him."

"Makes sense." Akio nodded in understanding and turned his attention to the knocked out vampire.

"That is just sad. Imagine being that weak Amelia would have our head for a failure this bad."

"You're thinking about Amelia, I'm thinking about our big boss, imagine that."

"You're right. That's worse."

"Let's go find those girls. It's about time we get your favorite hat back." I told him in a stern voice.

"Why is your anger suddenly directed at me?"

"No reason. But if you fuck this up just remember." I motioned my arms as if they were around his neck. "Remember this?"

Akio gulped "That's not right."

I tapped him on his shoulder. "You make the final decision so don't be scared yet." before walking away like I didn't just threaten to put him in a death hold while he stared at me in disbelief.

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jennsmischievousmind · 6 years

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A perfect fit (part 5 end)

Summary : James Buchanan Barnes stumbles upon you, a lady that got him wrapped around her finger.

Warning/s: smut. If you’re under 18 please don’t read this.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader; Steve Rogers x reader (platonic)

Words: 2,501

Tags : @rodkrake @kaffekanden @namiiswan @destielinamoose @slender–spirit

A/N : English is not my native language … yeah coz writing smut in french sucks sometimes so excuse my rough english.

In the idea that Bucky and Steve came back to Brooklyn after the war and never went near a freaking train. It’s a pretty long one so I’ll do parts.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5(end)

You were enjoying a night out with Bucky, at the bar you’ve met. Seating in a corner booth, you’d been there for like an hour, talking about everything and sharing ideas, you were drinking while stealing his fries. One of your daily mission was to make Bucky blush and/or horny, obviously tonight was no different, as he was hailing at the barman for another two drinks, you slipped your foot out of your shoe then run it around his calf and ankle, he immediately looked at you, a mischievous smirk plastered on your lips. He shook his head.

“Y/N, I’m warning you..” he said, then your foot slide between his thighs enjoying the warm and the way they clenched at your touch, reaching his crotch you soon felt his cock twitching under your toes.

Bucky cursed under his breath “fuck!”

“Don’t threaten me with good things, Sarge!” you said in a lustful voice.

His eyes changed and you could see that you were in for a payback at home, your foot pressing and sliding along his clothe length making him breath heavier, his fist against his mouth maintaining eye contacts.

“If you behave until we are alone I..” he was suddenly cut.

“Hello Bucky!” you both broke eye contacts surprised. A young woman was standing on Bucky’s side. She did not acknowledge you at all. Bucky’s eyes bounced between yours and hers. You quickly understand that she was an old catch, you leaned back amused, your bare foot still between his warm thighs. You wanted to see how he was going to get himself out of this situation.

“I heard you came back from the war? You know I could make you forget it, Bucky!” she said in a sultry voice, you couldn’t help but scoff slightly.

“Hm.. as you can see..I am with someone!” He stuttered glancing at you, she finally realized you were here.

“Hi!” you mouthed smiling while waving at her.

She raised an eyebrow at you and returned her attention to Bucky. You internally laughed so hard.

“I’m your best girl Buck, remember?” she said

“Oh really?” you said smirking, withdrawing your feet. He panicked a little at your doing, searching for your eyes, you crossed you arms staring at him trying to be as serious as possible.

“You know where to find me!” she winked at him before leaving, you could see Bucky was really uncomfortable.

“Doll...you’re not upset, are you?” he asked worried. You stared at him for few seconds, keeping a blank face.

“I’m gonna let you figure that out, dreamboat.” you did your best to hide your smile and stood up from the booth, making your way to the ladies room.

You were adjusting your make-up when someone plant themselves behind you.

“You should know, Bucky stayed with me the longest, he’ll come back to me!” she claimed.

“Is that so?" You sighed. "Get over it hun. Little advice don't live in the past, it won't do you any good." you checked yourself one last time in the mirror and look at her reflection. You pushed the doors, leaving her speechless next to the sink.

You reached your booth, getting a glimpse at an anxious Bucky. “Coming?” you asked him, he stood up at a fastness.

“Y/N..I..” he stammered, your hand went to his face gently, then you patted him on the cheek. “You’ll have to make up for this Bucky Barnes.”

“Promise you, doll, I will!” he seized your middle bringing you against him.

“Then what are we waiting for?” you purred near his lips.

You made it home in no time, no wonder you choose this bar since it's a block away from your place. Tearing down his shirt, you quickly removed his trousers, brushing his hard member on the way. He unfasten your pants and removed your blouse, and bra leaving you only in your panties. Walking backwards to the bedroom while kissing, you stopped beside the bed. Your hand sliding along his cock through his shorts. He grabbed a hold of your butt, fondling it, his other hand playing with your nipples while you kissed his upper body. He suddenly pushed you on the bed, earning a giggle from you.

"You've taunted me all night doll!" He crawled to you, making sure to let his hand caress your body from your ankle to the nook of your neck.

"Don't forget about..what's her name again?" You asked frowning your eyebrows.

"Let's not..talk about her honey. It's only you and me that's all that matters." He caught your lips in a searing kiss, his body enclosing yours.

His lips slide down your throat, licking his way down your collarbone. He took a mouthful of you breast while he roughly fondle the other one. His large hand went down on you, caressing your sex through your panties, you gasped as his lips kissed the skin below your breasts, grazing his teeth on your rib cage, pecking lingering kisses down your stomach he reached your sensitive part.

Holding the pink lips between his thumb and forefinger, working his way up and down, inserting your folds with his fingers you arched your back, his long fingers sliding into your body in a sweet rhythm while his tongue made wonders with swift flicks on your tight sensitive bud. Feeling your orgasm rising you tightened your grip on his silky hair and the sheet. Coming undone your body shuddered, moaning his name. You pulled on his dogs tags, bringing him up. His length filling you up, pulsing inside you, your nails digging into his butt cheeks as he thrust deeper into you resulting in both of you moaning and grunting. He made you reached peaks that you had never even brushed.

Bucky was coming at your place when he heard a ruckus behind your door, opening it in a crash.

“what the...” he stopped, furrowing his eyebrows wondering.

You turned to see Bucky at your door, looking very disturbed.

“Don’t ask, that’s for science!” you said, returning your attention to the bottles on the living room table. Steve shrugged at Bucky. You were actually mixing alcohol to get Steve drunk, it happened after you both argued on his capacities..as always, he was totally in.

"You are both an embarrassment" Bucky scoffed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Both of you look at him jaded, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Ok pal, gonna help or not?” Steve asked turning his upper body to Bucky.

You were about to take a shot of Tequila on your own, but you stopped the glass at your lips, waiting for Bucky’s answer.

“Guys, ... I can’t let you two alone 2 minutes!” he patted Steve’s back as he sat on the couch, while you were sitting on the floor.

‘Don’t worry, I got it undercontrol.” you claimed grabbing bottles from the cabinet next your sofa. Somehow...you had lots of different liquors, you could have been a bartender in another life. Seeing the guys’ reaction they'd probably find that quite agreeable.

“Yeah you got it!” Bucky retorted chuckling.

About an hour later you were mixing every bottle that you had.

“Oh that’s one seems tough!” Steve snapped sniffing at it, Bucky took a sip and immediately coughed followed by Steve.

“What’s in it?” they asked between two coughs.

“Hm ... I don’t remember..” they both looked at you in disbelief. “Hey for my defense I’ve done a lot of those concoctions.”

“Doesn’t matter what’s in it tho, it doesn’t make me drunk.” Steve announced standing up “Sorry Y/N it won’t be for tonight.” He bid goodnight as he closed your door.

“Why do you want to make him drunk so badly?” Bucky inquired, grabbing one your hand, pulling you gently to him, you eased yourself into his laps

“I want to get Captain America drunk, isn’t that legit!?” you exclaimed pointing at the door.

“Not exactly the word I would use.” He smiled and brushed your hair from your sleepy drunk face. The next morning was pretty hard but fortunately Bucky let you sleep in, he even stay in bed to cuddle listening to the radio which was playing one of your favorite, I know why by Glenn Miller. The rays of sun going through the fine curtains of your bedroom, lightning your legs intertwined, you tightened your embrace on Bucky’s waist, he drowsily kissed your hair. A perfect lazy morning, for once, in James Buchanan Barnes’ arms.

Few days later you went out with Peggy and Steve, at Peg’s favorite bar, sat in the corner booth, you had chips and some cocktail wraps. Steve and Bucky were talking about some baseball games while you and Peggy were enjoying your, 3rd? 4Th? Manhattan. Fortunately both of you were able to hold your liquor, now that Steve could no more get drunk, damn it, nor that he tried really hard before the serum, it was a bit unfair for Bucky who had to restrained himself. But being the smart cheeky man he is, he quickly found a way to distract himself from the drinks on the table.

Bucky's hand discreetly landed on your thigh, you slightly blenched. His thumb rubbing circles on your flesh. Your breath hitched at the sudden touch, Peggy didn't saw you glaring at Bucky who was still talking to Steve acting oh so innocent this little rascal!

Well if he wanted to play, you'll play! You reached his wrist, you saw him stealthily glancing at you maybe worried you'd removed his hand, you could have but why would you want to? Spreading open your legs a little bit more, you made his hand caress the inside of your thigh, slowly drawing him near you intimate parts, now he had your total consent, then he really look at you when he felt a string then lace, he tilted his head wondering what you were wearing and resumed his debate with Steve.

After this you let him handle, literally, he brushed his fingers on your clothe core, resting his palm on your mound, two fingers pressed lower stimulating your clit with small pressure, his fingers going further down sliding between your folds, his warm palm covering your sex, you clenched your thighs trapping his hand. At first you had your breathing under control until he pushed away your panty, your thighs loosen up in a matter of seconds, sliding two fingers on your folds, pressing and slowly moving left to right. His thumb soon circled around your clit, at this point he could see you trying to confined your moans by bringing the glass at your parting lips, you were so caught in the moment that you didn't notice Peggy watching you, she narrowed her eyes on you.

“James Buchanan Barnes!!” Peggy shouted, he abruptly removed his hand and fingers, you let out a silent moan already missing his touch. You laughed breathlessly seeing Bucky avoiding Peggy's look.

“Aouch” you couldn't help but giggled as Peggy hit your hand.

“You both are naughty!” she pointed at you two, Bucky was now wearing a devious smile, he shrugged at Peg. Steve was totally oblivious, wondering what was going on.

“I'll let you know, later..” she quipped cupping Steve's cheek. Bucky and you laughing at Steve's disoriented face. You leaned to Bucky's ear. “Why don't we head home, so I can show you what I'm wearing.” you mimicked him putting a hand on his strong thigh, squeezing it. “Oh, doll! I'd love that!” You pecked his lips.

You left Steve and Peggy when they went dancing, Steve had improved. Hurrying to your place Bucky get rid of your dress in a second, way to eager to see what you were wearing, and he was not disappointed. His eyes rested on a white underwear set with garters. His finger trailed his way up between the garter string and the flesh just under your butt cheek. That night was wild, Bucky definitely loved the new underwear set.

You were at the retail market, looking for new fabrics and inspirations when someone caught your arm.

"Y/N come with me! It's important!" Steve exclaimed nervously, pulling you out the market.

"What..Steve, what is it!?" You panicked, following his path.

"It's Bucky, he is.., come please!" He urged you to your store, you were so anxious by the time you arrived, to see that Bucky was not there.

"Steve where is Bucky?" you inquired, your heart couldn't keep still.

"Look Y/N, just trust me ok, it's.." he started to say his hand going up almost in defence.

"Don't go all Captain fuckin’ America with me Steve. I saved your skinny ass, so tell me the what's going on!!" You pointed at him with your purse.

"Be patient please Y/N! Gosh you're stressing me out!" He pinched the bridge of his nose, then put his hands on his hips.

At this point you were both talking loudly, you would say, well at the edge of screaming at each other.

"You're freaking me out! What is happening!?!" You threw your purse on one of the glass counters.

"Nothing! Just.. wait ok!" He sighed leaning on the main desk.

"Hey, could you both stop bickering!? You heard behind you and turned around, at least for today!” Bucky walked in, grinning.

Steve went to him, shook his hand and patted his shoulder. Then Oliver and Peggy came out the fitting room.

“Peg? What's going on?” you inquired getting quite anxious, is it how I die?

Oliver and Peggy giggled and stopped by the main desk.

“Doll, Y/N!” You focused onto him, brows furrowing in confusion.

"Bucky, tell me what.."

And all of sudden, he knelt down in the middle of the store on the blue carpet, getting a box out his pocket and popping it open just before your eyes. A shiny ring facing you, Bucky's bright blue eyes and huge smile in the background.

“Y/N, would make me the honor of .. taking me as your husband?”

A dead silence settled, leaving everone on edge. It's not that you didn't have an answer, but it's just wouldn't came out as you were so shocked, you did not expect anything like that when Steve brought you here in the middle of the day, scaring the shit out of you.

Peggy was smiling hard, clenching at Steve’s arm, Oliver was too actually, enjoying the feel of Steve's bicep. You gasped and find your voice back.

“James Buchanan Barnes, I would be the one honored!” you answered smiling. He let out a long sigh, beaming at you. He slide the ring on your fine finger, your heart thumping in your ears. You caught his tie and pulled him into you, kissing him passionately, as he wrapped his arms around your middle.

Steve, Peggy and Oliver cheered and you hugged each one of them, you turned around after hugging Peggy to look at your now fiancé to noticed that he was wearing the suit you had made him, and it was indeed a perfect fit.

Thank you all for reading A Perfect Fit, I had a lot of fun writing it.

#40s bucky #bucky barnes x reader #james buchanan barnes x reader #bucky barnes #marvel imagine #bucky barnes imagine #smut #captain america x reader #feminist reader #a perfect fit #jennfic #steve rogers x reader

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dreamingincerulean · 3 years

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Winding Down With Miss Mittens

Things are progressing, with therapy...but just the fact that the appointments are happening on a regular basis. Nothing breakthroughy.

Oh, and the creaking door hinges keep happening. This time she chewed a bunch, and looked off-camera adamantly. Because SOMEONE WAS IN THE ROOM AND SHE DID NOT HAVE ME IN A HEADPHONE SET SO WHOEVER WAS IN THERE ALSO HEARD MY THERAPY SESSION.

And I'm trying to be ok with this. I'm trying not to "go there" in my head like Embarrassment Town....I don't know if she was in her house or if she was in the office....that matters since she has a young adult daughter attending college and a husband in her house....or ya know.....therapist/doctor's office staff.....

So, in conclusion...she's phoning in her last few sessions with me. The only things she had to add to the conversation were summations of what I'd already been discussing for fifteen minutes, so I had to just sit by and listen to my own words being rephrased by her. No insights, no helpful tidbits. She must think the only reason I show up for these therapy sessions is to hear myself talk?

It's understandable why she'd be so distracted. She's only got three more sessions with me, and all the rest of her patients, give or take a few days here and there....and bam! New job, new atmosphere, new pay I'm guessing. She is really enthused about the change in scenery.

And I'm realizing I'm not. I feel a ball of anxiety growing in the pit of my stomach each time I think about calling the doc's office to schedule with the new therapist. I keep putting it off, even though I know it's gonna be beneficial if I schedule as soon as possible if I want to be included in the new therapist's schedule in the new year.

I need to remember that I've done this a few other times, and it's no big deal. Talking with receptionists can be tough. They can sometimes mishear what I'm saying, or schedule me with an actual doc when I need a therapist....but now they know who I am, they have my files on hand if need be to refresh their memories...I"ve not talked with them for around two years, now. So...I'm just freaking out for no real legit reason.

It's just a fifteen-minute phone call, tops.

And then an intake appointment, or at least a transition one where I try to relay the reasons I come to therapy.

My current therapist was like "I can't wait to hear how you dealt with Thanksgiving!" and we didn't even talk about it, this sesh. Made me remember that I kinda don't want to think about the day, anymore. I know it'll be me sitting up in my office, writing a lot, and hoping that I don't feel sad because I can't make myself show up at my boyfriend's mom's side of the duplex.

I can't, this time. Not again. Not after last year's bullshit. Nothing brought up last holiday season was ever resolved, this year, so....I have to play it safe and be alone. I don't expect my boyfriend to do the same, though.

We'll order chicken, and I won't have to cook a turkey...so that'll be nice.

I'll have a whole pumpkin pie (store-bought because I'm lazy) to myself, probably. I won't have to feel weird for liking seventy inches of whipped cream on top. That's cool.

I don't have to be subjected to my family's idea of family togetherness, which is breaking out the wisecracks and the ridicule for all to see and hear. Holidays? Celebrate!....but not too fully. Remember you're a joke.

I have to remember I have the power to choose to be thankful for this respite from big family get-togethers. I can think about the fact that I hate not knowing recipes by heart and being counted as someone who can't cook because of it....being bad with measuring cups and fractions, juggling copious amounts of timers. Just thinking about it causes me undue anxiety.

Yes, I should be writing for NaNoWriMo....but...I needed to vent about the lackluster counseling I've been receiving for the past three sessions, dudes.

#Miss Mittens #Roger's dancing is so cute

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ask-svt-hearteu · 7 years

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Hogwarts! Minghao

anon requested: "Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Hogwarts AU for minghao/The8 like you did for Joshua and Wonwoo?? Thanks and I love your blog!"

third year slytherin

closest with the other third years in his friend group, Seokmin and Mingyu

also really close with Gryffindor's Jun

he didn't really know anyone when he first came to Hogwarts

really quiet a lot of the time too

half-blood

tried out for the slytherin quidditch team and became one of the beaters along with Jihoon

and that's how he came to meet the rest of that friend group

also hit Jun with a bludger

and stopped Jun from getting the snitch

which had never happened before in Jun's entire time as a seeker

Minghao went to go apologize to Jun in the infirmary because he hadn't meant to hurt anyone was just too good at being a beater

"What?!?! Don't be sorry, I've never failed before, this makes it all the more fun!" Jun said, surprising Minghao

and their friendship started from there

never insult one of them

not unless you want to make thirteen new enemies

Minghao gets decent scores on stuff but is pretty laid back

isn't really seen studying

rather, he trains really hard everyday with the quidditch team

"Grades don't promise a good life, you have to do what you love"

walks around the grounds with his friends a lot

and talks or sits by the lake

also hangs out a lot in the room of requirement

though no one knows why

ask Jun or someone Minghao's close to and they say

"Minghao does his own thing sometimes so we don't bother him, it's tough dealing with all of us all the time."

also spends the most time on the quidditch field compared to the others

practicing or doing flying tricks with Jun

or just flying around the grounds on the weekend with other teammates

also likes spending time in the astronomy tower, stargazing with his friends or by himself

was rumored to have hidden a dragon in the forbidden forest as his pet

but no could ever get any proof he had a dragon

although someone did swear Minghao came into potions one day with his robes a bit burnt

best class is Defense against the Dark Arts

tbh he's too good

never gets below a perfect score on papers and the professor loves him

which sort of bothered you

"I swear he doesn't do any work in the class but the professor just lets him do whatever!" you rant to a friend

ever since you and Minghao met, you guys had a frenemy sort of deal

he had accidentally ran into you in the halls causing you to drop your books

and when he bent down to pick them up for you, you accidentally smacked him in the face with your robes

suffice to say, your dynamic with Xu Minghao had always been a bit complicated from there

"Hey!!! I'm sorry I made you drop your stuff, no need to smack me!" he yelled rubbing his nose

"I didn't smack you and why are you running in the first place, are you lost?" you said flustered

this question was met with some awkward and tense silence

everyone knows the two of you argue over everything

if you both start bickering

"y/n and Minghao are back at it again, PLEASE STOP."

and when you found out he was in the same house as you-

"Wait this means I'm in your classes..."

"I'm just as upset as you are"

"No way, I'm clearly more upset."

"You are not, I'm suffering."

"You're lucky to be graced by my presence."

"Please sweetheart, don't make me laugh."

it was almost funny how you two argued about everything

"No you're supposed to add the root after you stir!" you tell Minghao in potions

"Well if you had read the directions faster, we wouldn't be stuck here!" he stuck his tongue out at you

"Hey you two, stop fighting, you'd think you guys were a married couple or something." your friend laughed at the two of you

"Shut it." Minghao rolled his eyes

"Hey! Don't talk to my friend that way!"

Minghao knew how to push your buttons, and you weren't really sure why

"Ok but think of it this way, he legit never does stuff in Defense against the Dark Arts!"

"This is like the fifth time you've brought him up in a minute, ar you obsessing over Minghao or something? Make up your mind..." she shakes her head sarcastically

"I'm not obsessing over him!"

"RIght." she suppresses a giggle

"You sure you don't like him then?" she snickered

"WHat the ACtUal heCK!" you turn around facing her

"You're always bickering with him over tiny stuff, and he's always trying to annoy you on purpose as if trying to start conversations and stuff." she said hiding a smile

"Are you ok? You didn't get hexed or something did you?" you ask her

which makes her throw her hw at you

"No need for violence but what you said doesn't make any sense." you say handing her back the projectile that was her hw

"You're always talking about him too. Now that I think about it you two are alike in a lot of ways." she shrugs

"What how?!?!"

"Well, you're both the best in our class for defense against the dark arts, you're both stubborn and you're both annoying..."

it was your turn to throw your hw at her

"Look, I'm just saying, if you like Minghao, tell him" she laughs before turning to finish her paper

"I don't like him!" you say blushing unknowingly, "He doesn't do anything in that class! Just sits around with his friends."

"Explain his perfect paper scores then?"

"He has to be cheating, I don't know how, but I'll prove it."

"Explain your blushing then?"

you stopped to stick your tongue out at her and to hide your reddening face

no you didn't like Minghao, right?

he was just some annoying classmate of yours...

the more you thought about what your friend said though

the more you reflected on yourself

the way Minghao always seemed to walk up to you in potions

"Lovely day I would have been having, if only you, my favorite person IN THE WHOLE WORLD, were a bit happier to see me." he'd joke

"Go annoy someone else" you said without looking up

"But I like annoying you, because your reactions are hilarious." he'd laugh

or the way your eyes would naturally wonder over to his face in defense against the dark arts

where he'd notice you staring

and stick out his tongue at you or make a silly face

and he'd laugh seeing you roll your eyes and look away

but you always stared at him a bit after

when he wasn't looking at you

and noticed how a small dimple formed on his cheek when he pressed his lips together for a smile

what the heck are you actually a stalker stop you don't like Minghao... RIGHT?????!?!?!

but as you thought about it more

he never failed to make your life at school interesting

the way he bounded up behind you going into defense against the dark arts to tap you on the right shoulder before ducking to your left side and pretending he never did it

or the way you two would race each other to see who could finish hw first in the common rooms

or how you'd draw a mustache on his face with wingardium leviosa and your quill if he ever fell asleep

you had to admit your feelings for him were more than just some annoying classmate

but what could you do about them?

your relationship with him had always been just frenemies

once you both were trying to figure out the stupefy spell

and you looked over at him determined to beat him to the punch when learning it

and he just gave you a sly smile

before cracking up in laughter when you accidentally broke a desk with your wrongly done spell

when he threw it perfectly at the practice dummy

and walked over like

"Do you need something y/n?"

and you just huffed and threw the spell perfectly on the next turn before turning around to look at him pointedly

which he just returned with an eyebrow raised

"Your aiming could have been better." he comments before turning away

you didn't want to like Minghao, or did you want to like him? he had always been your number one competition, the person always keeping you on your toes

but he also made you laugh when you weren't feeling the best

and his occasional messing up was endearing

and also made you want to help him when he needed it

"THIS IS TOO COMPLICATED I HATE EMOTIONS!!!!" you groan in the empty hallway before the room of requirement

you needed to get something out of the room but Minghao had popped into your thoughts again

speaking of Minghao popping out of nowhere

"Yelling in the hallways waking up the ghosts again, y/n?"

you nearly scream as Minghao walks up behind you

"Give me some heads up when you show your face, I almost became a ghost." you said clutching your heart

"Yea well, I'm not really up for our usual teasing today, y/n, sorry."

you look up to see Minghao sighing

"Why? Not up for my usual roasting of you?" you joke trying to lighten the suddenly serious mood

"I don't know, I'm just tired I guess." he paced three times pass the door and you watched a door appear

"Should I leav-" you start before he turns to look at you and grabs your arm pulling you into the room

alone

the room was lined with mirrors and you look closer,

practice dummies?

you watched as Minghao threw a spell at one without even seeming to try

and hit it perfectly

"I come here to practice every night, but it's too quiet, and you were here being loud as usual so..." he trailed off

you stared at him as he threw another spell

"Anyway, I hope you don't mind, you can just sit there and talk about how annoying I am if you want, but I just didn't want to be by myself..." he finished blushing

"What?" you said trying to shake your thoughts

"I practice every night which is how I can pull off that stuff in class. I kind of just wanted to show off to you because you're smart, but I guess my plan backfired, since I don't think you like me very much"

you looked up feeling warmth in your cheeks

Minghao wasn't looking at you, he was staring dead ahead at the next practice dummy

"Jun told me I'm clueless on these things, but I don't know what to do. How do you tell the person you like that you like them?" he said giving a cute little frown

you were surprised at his words, "I guess the guy's human after all." you thought to yourself

but you also felt your heart fall

so Minghao liked someone already

it shouldn't have affected you, but you felt your heart ache a bit

"You should just tell her" you said sighing

even if you liked Minghao and he liked someone else, you didn't like seeing him not as his usual joking and vibrant self

"You think so?" he said looking at you

"Yea..."

"y/n?"

"Yea Minghao?"

"Ummm, I- I kinda like you."

and before you even got a chance to process his words

he pulled you into his arms

hugging you to his chest

"I never really knew how to tell you, and it seemed like you hated me. But you always talked to me even when other people wouldn't because they think I'm too quiet or something. And you were always just there, despite me teasing you all the time. I don't know when, but, I really like you y/n."

he let go of you

you, frozen in your spot

"You can continue hating me now, I just had to tell you before I went crazy." he started to turn away

you grabbed onto his arm and he turned back to face you

"Uh, I kind of like you too...."

Minghao's smile was the brightest you had ever seen it

"What's that? Our loud y/n speaking in a whisper?" he giggled, "Could you say it again, I didn't quite hear you."

"Don't push your luck Xu Minghao, I said I like you too." you crinkled your nose

"So do you want to kind of go out with me?" he said smiling brightly again

"Only if you kind of want to date me..." you said returning his smile

"That's what I just asked."

"Well I'm awkward so what'd you expect?"

everyone freaking SHOOK when you walk into class together not arguing

"Is the world ending tomorrow?" your friend said looking at you then over at Minghao

the both of you just staring at each other and hiding a smile

Mingyu stalking over to you

"Did you finally break Minghao y/n?"

"Hm..?" you said

until Minghao literally shatters the earth everyone is standing on by putting an arm around you and saying "No, we're dating."

and everyone ??!!!??!?!?

"WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?!?!?"

and everyone is so surprised

except for Jun

"I called it."

"No you didn't."

"REGARDLESS, I told you to tell her."

and the two of you are just the cutest most comfortable softest thing there

racing each other to your next class

games of tag as you pass each other in the hallway

"Tag you're it"

"I tagged you you're it!"

him stealing your books and other supplies to carry around for you

teasing each other with cute pet nicknames

and teasing each other in different ways

"Why can't I hold your hand?" Minghao whined playfully

"You have to be fast enough first." you smirk and raise your hand up to wave in his face

but in a blink your smirk disappears as Minghao grabs your hand, you too slow to react

"Gotcha."

"I hate you."

"Aw come one, you loooooove meeee."

"No I don't."

and he'd grab your other hand too until you're trapped facing him

"What's that?" he said titling his head cutely at you

"Fine," you say giving in, "I tolerate you mildly."

"that's not it." he said before leaning down to kiss you on the cheek

"Try it again." he said laughing

"Fine, I like you. Are you happy now?" you say giggling

"Mhmm. I'm very happy."

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