#to be fair it was probably the eyes. we're both doe eyed.

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Heat on your skin

Written for the June pop-up challenge of the @steddieholidaydrabbles

Prompt: summer

Rated: E

Tags: Established relationship; Sunburn; Dom!Steve; Sub!Eddie; Dry humping; Thigh fucking; Lotion as lube; Anal sex; Orgasm denial

Notes: Mickala said "anything you might do in summer" and my brain went "lather your badly sunburnt beau in lotion, then fuck him until he goes cross-eyed". You're all welcome.

“Impressive. I didn't know skin could turn that color.” 

Eddie unburies his sweaty face from the pillow to glower at his boyfriend. Steve is standing beside the bed, topless and perfect. His hair, still damp and disheveled, is alight with golden highlights. His skin is bronzed, a delicate flush blooming on his chest and cheekbones. He's flipping a bottle of lotion in one hand, eyeing Eddie’s shoulders and back. His expression is teetering between horror and fascination. 

“Go ahead,” Eddie grumbles. “Ogle me like I'm some circus freak. Sun-kissed bastard.” 

If the sun kissed Steve, it punched Eddie square in the teeth. Swept out his feet from under him as he went down, then kicked him in the ribs before stepping over his limp body and walking away, laughing at his misery. 

Steve chuckles. The bed dips as he straddles Eddie’s thighs. 

“To be fair, I told you to put on sunscreen. Which you not only refused to do-” 

“Because it's sticky, gross and smells horrible.” 

“But also,” Steve continues. The bottle plops as he uncaps it. “You fell asleep.” 

“And you didn't wake me,” Eddie gripes. “I think we're both to blame, at least a- fuck, what's that?” 

“Aloe,” Steve says. He sets the bottle down on the mattress, then starts spreading the cold gel between Eddie’s shoulders. “It might sting a little, but it'll help. Quit squirming.” 

It doesn't just sting a little, it burns like a bitch. Eddie fists his hands into the pillow and tries taking slow, measured breaths, but can't keep his shoulders from twitching. 

“I said,” Steve rumbles. “Hold still.” 

The touch of his hands stays featherlight, but his stance shifts, trapping Eddie a little more firmly against the mattress. Through the thin fabric of their swim shorts, Eddie can feel Steve’s cock pressing against his thigh. He exhales a long breath, forcing himself to go limp and pliant under those hands. 

“There you go,” Steve hums. “Good boy.” 

Eddie’s own cock twitches against the sheets. 

Steve takes his sweet time with him, working his way down his back. After a while, the burnt skin begins to feel cooler in the wake of his touch. Eddie sighs, letting himself drift on the sweet relief of it - and on the different, more urgent heat that’s building at the base of his spine. Steve notices, because of course he does, the sly little fucker. 

“Shhh, baby,” he soothes. His fingers are painting little circles over Eddie’s hip bones now, brushing the seams of his shorts almost as if by accident. Eddie lets out a shaky moan, and Steve rolls his hips, slow and languid, cock slotting between Eddie’s thighs. “Let me make you feel good, yeah?” 

“Shit,” Eddie breathes. And if it comes out more whimper than word? And if he sounds all desperate and pathetic, positively wrecked even though they’re both not even fully naked? So what? He’s red as a lobster, his skin will probably start coming off in flakes by tomorrow, and his perfect greek god of a boyfriend is slowly fucking his thighs through their shorts. He thinks he deserves to be cut some slack here. “Stevie, I’m not sure I can do that with my back. I can hardly even move, man.” 

“Told you, Eds,” Steve murmurs, and shifts his weight again. Eddie gasps as his shorts are yanked down, all the way to the hollows of his knees. “Don't want you to move.” 

Sun-warmed lips trace the base of his spine, only to be replaced by Steve’s fingers again, slick and wet with lotion. 

“And I'm not gonna touch your back,” Steve promises, voice tender and soothing as a caress. One of those large hands settles on Eddie’s hip. “I'm just gonna hold you in place like this and fuck you into this mattress, nice and slow. Would you like that?” 

“Yes,” Eddie sighs, as Steve starts to carefully open him up with one hand. “Oh God, Stevie, yes, please.” 

“Thought you'd say that,” Steve chuckles. “Always so greedy for me, aren't you?” 

How could he not be? How could he ever be anything but greedy for the care and attention that Steve showers him with? How could he ever be anything but desperate for the slow, delicious burn of being fucked open on those deft fingers. How could he ever do anything else but moan and shiver and beg for Steve’s cock as he finally lines himself up, grabbing Eddie’s hips on either side.

“Y’know,” he mutters as, after what feels like a beautiful eternity, Steve begins to move inside of him. He's starting to feel light-headed and tingly all over, and the words come out a bit slurred. “If this is what I get for forgetting my sunscreen, I might do it more often.” 

“Oh?” Steve laughs, all indulgent amusement. He snaps his hips sharply, once, before resuming his languid rhythm. Eddie moans as the motion squeezes at his hard, leaking dick, trapped between his own body weight and the mattress. “You sure about that?” 

“Huh?” Eddie wheezes. He's dizzy from the heat and drunk on Steve's touch, and he can’t fucking think straight. “What d’you mean?” 

“I mean,” Steve says, and picks up his pace. Eddie sucks in a sharp breath as the grip of those hands tightens, pulling him down a little deeper on Steve's cock with each thrust. “I said that I was gonna fuck you. I didn't say anything about letting you cum, did I?” 

“What the fuck?” Eddie squawks. “Oh no, Stevie, please, you're killing me here.” 

Steve tuts at him. 

“Don't be so dramatic, honey,” he scolds. The bed springs creak in time with his thrusts. “If you can take a little sunburn, blue balls won't kill you either, right?” 

And maybe the sun fried his head, and maybe Steve is slowly turning his brain into goo with each new thrust of his cock. The point is, Eddie can't really find the will to argue. 

[rsedits9420]

pt2 with mark or i'll cry

I’m leaving pt 2

Masterlist

I’m sorry

Word count: 746

Y/n

Leaving was hard. I don’t want what we have to end, but looking back at it I feel like it just might. Some of the guys have been texting me back and forth apologizing and asking if I need anything. I just need Mark. I shouldn’t have just left. I should have stayed to hear his side of the story. But I didn’t. I left. I probably should go talk to him. But I can’t. The whole situation is just so much to comprehend. He forgot our date to go on another date with a girl he knows I don’t like, and then she posted a photo of his hand on her thigh. I mean how do we recover from this? Even if he doesn’t have good reasons as to why it happened, I’ll still go back. I will always go back. Suddenly I get a text from Mark.

Mark 🛑: baby, I’m so deeply sorry. I know you’re pissed, and honestly I would be too. I was wondering if you could just come over and talk. You don’t have to if you don’t want to. But I would like it if you did.

I stare at the message. I should probably go. Just to hear his thoughts at least. I grab my keys and my phone and head out.

Mark

Few hours prior

I’ve locked myself in my room. Ethan keeps checking on me, but I don’t respond. I’m so pissed at myself to the point I can’t think. I never should have agreed to be partners with Tori. I shouldn’t have forgotten mine and y/n’s dinner date. Now I’m paying for the consequences.

“Mark, I'm coming in! You can’t stay there all day!” Ethan yells. He busts up into my bedroom and plops onto my bed. “Dude, we're worried. I’m not mad at you, I want to hear what your side of the story is. I don’t think you would ever cheat on her.”

He says sympathetically. “Trust me I would never. Me and Tori were the only 2 left for a partner project. As for forgetting the date, my parents have been all on me about my grades. I’ve been stressing out about it. And I know that’s not an excuse, but still. Then about me not answering people, my phone had died and I didn’t have a charger. Last but not least the photo. I had no clue she was going to take it let alone post it. I was pushing her away. I have no clue why she claimed we were on a date, because we WEREN'T! I would never.” I explain. “Well dude does y/n know that?!?! Because, you need to tell her! Like now!” Ethan shouts. “She won’t even look me in the eyes. No way she wants to talk to me.” I say sadly. “Who cares dude. Just at least try.” Eddy says encouragingly.

He helps me write out a text to send her. After I pressed send, we both have just been waiting in my room. “Dude, I’m all fairness, I believe you. I know she will too.” Ethan says, trying to cheer me up. “Hopefully.” I say back.

After 20 minutes, we hear a knock at the door. “I’ll get it!” I shoot up. As I basically sprint towards the door. As I open it up I’m met with a swollen eyed y/n. “Come in.” She walks into the living room. “Can you tell me your side?” She asks. “Of course.” I comply. I tell her the same thing I did to Eddy. “And once again. Y/n I’m truly, and I mean truly sorry for everything. I would never cheat on you. You're perfect. You're everything I want. I promise you.” As I say in the last part she tugs me into a hug. “I’m sorry too. I should’ve stayed to listen to your side of the story. I shouldn’t have just stormed out.” She apologizes. “It’s not your fault. I would have done the same. Baby I’m just glad you're back. I love you so much it hurts.” I say before capturing her lips into a kiss. She pulls away to say,” I love you too, Mark. So freaking much.” We both head towards my bedroom as I look at Ethan and the boys as they all give me a small smile. I’ve got my girl back. And I never plan on losing her again.

Sorry it’s so short. I didn’t know what else to say. Keep sending in requests tho!!!

[thatanimewriter]

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑   -   𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 / 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴.

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unfortunate weather prevented nanase haruka from swimming. thankfully, it provided him with something to do instead of sitting in the tub for hours, counting down the days until spring.

──  𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵

𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 + 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

"do you like this place because it does mackerel, haru?"

it was a fair question, really, but the blue-eyed boy couldn't help but feel a little bit attacked for his love of mackerel. he was tempted to make a sarcastic comment, but figured that since he was the one who suggested to go somewhere he should probably be polite.

"it's ok if it is, everyone has their preferences. at the very least, it makes it easy to decide on something to eat. you saw me at the other place, the owner knows my order without me saying anything. no need to be embarrassed," you said with a small smile before skimming over the menu again. when the waiter took your orders, your attention returned to the boy sitting across from you.

"what?" he asked, noticing the prolonged eye contact that made him slightly uncomfortable.

"nothing, just that you have a really pretty eye colour. it's fitting that you're a swimmer, because they're just like the ocean," you responded casually. haru thought he had a fever originally, but he knew he didn't. forcing himself to maintain eye contact, he looked into your eyes, trying to find some resemblance of the colour in your life, but figured instead of embarrassing himself, he wouldn't try too hard.

"uh, thanks..." the moment he said it, he realised it wasn't much better than trying to compliment you back, but it was too late to take it back and he had to deal with the consequences of his own actions. which was nothing other than his own shame.

"not used to compliments?"

"not really..."

"yeah, fair enough, i'm not really either. it's weird to be praised and you know they don't actually care about you as a person, just your talent. well, i don't know if you have that as a swimmer, but i certainly get that as a figure skater since it's not something everyone can do," you stated, looking down at the table as you remembered the flock of small-time journalists trying to make money out of you after your first win at a big competition. realising you'd been rambling a little bit, she snapped back to reality. "sorry, i was going on a tangent."

"don't apologise, we need to talk about something over dinner, don't we?"

at his blunt response, you smiled. he wasn't one for talking and both of you knew it, but a month after meeting for the first time, you could tell he was trying and to you, that meant everything. "yeah, i guess. so, who was the guy who stopped us on the way here?"

"a guy from my swim club. he's a first-year," haru explained. "he used to do track, but nagisa dragged him to the swimming club because we were 1 member short of becoming an official club."

"at least it worked out in the end, right?" for the first time since you met, haru cracked a smile, even if it was small. unfortunately for him, it didn't go unnoticed. "hey, is that a smile i see?"

"no."

"haru, we're friends now, you can smile around me," you teased, leaning over to poke his cheek. "come on, it was cute." grabbing your hand and gently pulling it away from his face, he turned to look out the window, hoping the dark sky would counteract the red that spread across his cheeks. and then he realised what you'd said.

"friends?" he asked, shyly looking back at you.

"well, yeah. it's awkward asking, so we just are." getting confirmation that they were friends and that he wouldn't have to go through the confusing stage of friendship where you aren't sure if you are friends or just friendly was enough to bring another smile onto haru's face. "food's here, so get excited, you finally have your mackerel."

when your dinner was placed in front of you, you looked at your meals, then at each others. though he didn't show it, you knew haru was looking forward to eating. you couldn't lie, even though you hadn't gotten much practice in, you were also quite hungry.

"bless this janked ankle."

"...itadakimasu."

[bechloeislegit]

STRONGER Chapter 11

Later that evening, Beca and Aubrey stood silently by as Chloe faced down Joe. They were discussing the best way to allow Chloe and the Bellas to continue rehearsals and keep everyone safe. Or actually, Joe was trying to convince Chloe to cancel the Bellas rehearsals until Roger Daniels was in custody.

"Miss Beale," Joe said beseechingly. "Our number one priority is your safety and those around you. I understand you need to attend classes, but any extracurricular activities will need to be put on hold until Daniels is caught. Surely, you can understand that."

Chloe stood with her arms crossed, glaring at Joe.

"No, I don't understand that," Chloe said. "We'll all be in one place and easy to keep an eye on. There are only two ways to get into the auditorium, and there are two of you assigned to follow me around. Why can't those two escort me to the Auditorium and then stand watch at the two entrances?"

"Beca, help me talk some sense into your girlfriend," Joe said, looking at Beca.

"Nope," Beca said. "I'm with Chloe on this."

"Come on, Beca," Joe said pleadingly.

"No, Joe," Beca said. "Chloe makes a very valid point, and all she's trying to do is keep things as normal as possible. And having Bellas rehearsals is as normal as you can get. It wouldn't be fair to the rest of the Bellas if we cancel rehearsal with no end as to when we'd start up again. We have competitions to prepare for."

"Beca's right," Aubrey said. "We Bellas stick together, so if your guys are keeping an eye on things outside the Auditorium, we can keep an eye on things inside."

"Plus, we need the Bellas in one place so Chloe can tell them what's going on," Beca added. "They could be in danger by association. It doesn't feel right not telling them."

"She's right," Chloe said. "I don't want any of them to get hurt because this guy found out who my friends are."

Joe sighed. "I guess there's no point in suggesting that you invite them all here to tell them, is there?"

"None," Chloe responded, resolute in her stance.

"Wait a second, Chloe," Beca said, getting Chloe to look at her. "That might not be a bad idea. We were planning a dinner party for Saturday to celebrate your birthday. If Daniels is still at large, we'll have to cancel it or have it here. Instead, why don't we reschedule it for tomorrow and invite everyone over here? You can tell them about your stalker and let them decide if they want to cancel rehearsals until he's caught."

"That all sounds good in theory, Beca," Aubrey said. "But what if some of them want to cancel rehearsals and some of them don't?"

"We take a vote, and majority rules," Beca said. "And we'll reassure them that the police will be close by during rehearsals to make sure we're all safe, right, Joe?"

Joe sighed and nodded his head. "Okay. We can work something out to make sure everyone is safe if you choose to have your rehearsals."

"Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" Chloe asked smugly. "I'm going to put together a group text to the Bellas, telling them of the change in plans. I'll just tell them we're having a Bellas meeting here instead of rehearsal and that dinner will be provided. How does that sound?"

"I'm Captain. I'll send the text," Aubrey said.

"And, you'll agree to do what the majority vote on?" Beca asked.

Aubrey clenched her teeth and gave Beca a squinty-eyed look. "I'm not a dictator, Beca."

"Could have fooled me," Beca muttered.

"Behave," Chloe hissed, smacking Beca on the arm.

"What?"

"We will vote, and I will abide by whatever the majority decides," Aubrey concluded.

~Stronger~ ~Stronger~ ~Stronger~

Meanwhile, across campus, Stacie and Fat Amy were at a Frat party when the text from Aubrey came through. They both read the text, and Stacie looked at Fat Amy.

"I wonder why they're changing Chloe's birthday dinner to Beca's house," Stacie said.

"Probably has something to do with Chloe's stalker," Amy said.

"What?!" Stacie exclaimed, grabbing Amy's arm. "Chloe has a stalker?"

"Eh, um, yeah?"

"How do you know about him?"

"Chloe told us when we had Thanksgiving at Beca's mom's house," Amy said. "He's the reason why Chloe's staying at Beca's instead of her own place."

"He knows where…" Stacie said, her eyes widening. "I think I saw him. So that's why Beca got so upset with me."

"Where? When?" Amy asked. "Did you tell the police?"

"They know," Stacie said as she grabbed Fat Amy's arm and dragged her out of the frat house.

Once outside, Stacie told Amy about what happened with Beca and the stranger she had seen outside Chloe and Aubrey's apartment.

"The police told me if I saw him again, not to engage him in any way and to call them immediately."

"So, he is here?" Amy asked. "In Barden?"

"Looks like he is."

Both girls shivered and looked around. Stacie looked at her phone and started texting.

~Stronger~ ~Stronger~ ~Stronger~

"Stacie just texted asking if we changed the party because of Chloe's stalker," Aubrey said, looking at Beca. "I thought you said you didn't tell her anything."

"I didn't," Beca said.

"Then, how does she know about him?" Aubrey asked.

"I don't know," Beca said. "Maybe Ashley or Jessica or Fat Amy told her. Chloe told them at Thanksgiving."

~Stronger~ ~Stronger~ ~Stronger~

Also, across campus, Jessica and Ashley were studying in the library.

"I bet they changed it because of Chloe's stalker," Ashley said after reading the text.

"I bet you're right," Jessica said as another text came through. "Stacie seems to think it is, too."

"I wonder who told Stacie," Ashley said.

The two Bellas looked at each other and simultaneously said, "Fat Amy."

They both laughed and were shushed by those around them. They looked around apologetically and returned to their studies.

~Stronger~ ~Stronger~ ~Stronger~

"Chloe has a stalker?" Cynthia Rose mumbled, having read both Aubrey and Stacie's texts.

Cynthia Rose sent a new text directly to Chloe.

~Stronger~ ~Stronger~ ~Stronger~

Back at Beca's, Chloe's phone pinged with a text.

"Aww," Chloe said, looking at her phone. "Cynthia Rose was checking to see if I was okay. I guess she read Stacie's text, too."

"Maybe someone should respond to Stacie's text to let everyone know we will fill them in tomorrow," Beca said.

"On it," Chloe said, typing out a text to the group. "How does this sound? Yes, I have a stalker. I will tell everyone about it at dinner tomorrow. Until then, don't worry, I'm safe at Beca's and am under police protection."

"That's good," Beca said.

"I agree," Aubrey said. "Send it."

~Stronger~ ~Stronger~ ~Stronger~

The girls were sitting around talking about the next night's dinner when Beca stood and grabbed a hoodie and put it on, mumbling, "I'll be right back."

"Everything okay?" Chloe asked.

"Yeah," Beca said. "I just need to talk to Joe."

"Okay," Chloe said.

"I think I'm going to head up to bed," Aubrey said. "Goodnight."

"I'm going to go on up, too," Chloe said. "Don't be too long."

"I won't," Beca said, kissing Chloe. "Goodnight, Aubrey."

Beca walked outside and toward the car that Joe and Mark were sitting in. The two officers got out of the car and met Beca halfway.

"Is everything alright, Beca?" Joe asked.

"Everything's fine," Beca said. "It's just that with Daniels being seen at Chloe's apartment, I wasn't able to get to the grocery store like I had planned. So, I wanted to make plans to be able to go to the store in the morning. I have to get stuff to make dinner for the Bellas."

"I'll brief Trish and Lou when they arrive for the shift change in the morning," Joe said.

"I need to go early so I can be back here before ten," Beca said. "Our insurance guy is supposed to come by to check out the damage my dad did to my car."

"We can work that out," Joe said.

"Will you want someone to go with you?" Mark asked.

"I don't think so," Beca said. "Chloe has an early class, so Trish and Lou should go with her; I'll be fine on my own."

"Okay," Joe said. "Have a good night."

"Goodnight," Beca said and went inside.

~Stronger~ ~Stronger~ ~Stronger~

The next morning, Beca kissed Chloe as she and Aubrey left for classes. Beca then bustled around gathering everything she needed to go grocery shopping. Her phone rang just as she picked up Chloe's list of the things she and Aubrey wanted and needed. There was also some cash to help with the cost.

"Hey, mom," Beca said, answering the call.

"Hey," Sarah said. "I was just calling to remind you about the insurance adjuster coming by today."

"I remember," Beca said. "I was just on my way out to the store. I need to get the stuff for the Bellas dinner we're having for Chloe's birthday tonight."

"I thought that was scheduled for Saturday," Sarah said.

"We had to reschedule it since Roger Daniels was spotted here in Barden," Beca said.

"What?!" Sarah gasped. "We hadn't heard about that. Are they sure he's there?"

"Yep," Beca said. "Stacie saw him at Chloe's apartment and positively identified him from a photo lineup Joe showed her."

"How's Chloe handling it? Is she okay?"

"She's handling it about as well as you'd expect," Beca said. "Mainly, she's scared, frustrated, and just wants him caught."

"I'll tell Charlotte and Carl," Sarah said. "They're going to be upset that no one contacted them to let them know."

"Tell them I'm sorry we didn't call," Beca said. "It happened early yesterday, and Chloe was overwhelmed and frightened, and then Aubrey returned, and things got busy. I thought the police would have called to let them know, so I honestly never thought of calling."

"It's okay," Sarah said. "As long as I can assure them that Chloe is safe, I'm sure they'll be fine."

"She's safe. I promise," Beca said. "There is a 2-officer team with her at all times. And Chloe and Aubrey are both staying here for their safety."

"That's good," Sarah said.

"I really have to go if I want to be back here by ten," Beca said.

"You be careful," Sarah said. "And, call me after the insurance agent is gone. Love you."

"I will," Beca said. "And, I love you, too."

Beca ended the call and rushed to the garage. She took a moment to look at her car and could only shake her head. Joe had told her heard the judge let her father go on bail, but she hadn't seen or heard from him. She got into the mother's car and left.

~Stronger~ ~Stronger~ ~Stronger~

Beca put away the groceries and then sat on the sofa to wait for the insurance agent. She thought about prepping some things for dinner but didn't want to be in the middle of it when he showed up. So she sat and waited.

"I guess I can get some of my class reading done," Beca mumbled as she picked up one of her textbooks.

Beca started reading and used her highlighter to mark certain passages she thought were interesting. She suddenly heard a dog barking outside.

"Mr. Kidwell's lab," Beca mumbled.

She then heard a loud grinding, squeaking-type noise and thought, "I wonder when Mr. Jeffers is going to get the brakes on his wife's car fixed." She snickered. "He's probably hoping she has an accident so he can collect on the insurance."

Beca began reading again. Before she knew she was jerking awake when someone knocked on the door. From the sound of it, they may have already knocked once.

"I can't believe I fell asleep," Beca grumbled as she got up to answer the door.

"Miss Mitchell?" the portly man at the door said when the door opened.

"Yes," Beca said.

"I'm George Baxter," the man said. "With Barden Insurance. I'm here about a claim that you filed."

"Actually," Beca said. "My mother-"

Beca stopped mid-sentence after noticing a man across the street, staring at the house. She squinted her eyes because he was standing with the sun behind him.

"Miss Mitchell?" Mr. Baxter said, causing Beca to jerk her head back to face him.

"Um, yeah, sorry," Beca said, trying to look over Mr. Baxter's shoulder to see the man across the street. "Where'd he go?"

"Where'd who go?" Mr. Baxter asked, looking over his shoulder.

Beca shook her head. "It's nothing. Probably just a neighbor. What was I saying?"

"You said you weren't the one who filed the claim," Mr. Baxter said, looking at some papers in his hand. "Who is Sarah Mitchell?"

"That's my mother," Beca said. "I'm Beca, and it's my car that got damaged. Follow me, and I'll show you."

"Thank you," Mr. Baxter said, stepping inside.

"This way," Beca said, walking toward the kitchen.

Mr. Baxter followed as Beca went into the kitchen and over to the garage door. She opened the door and turned on the garage light. Mr. Baxted saw the car and whistled.

"Looks like they did a real number on it," Mr. Baxter. "I'm going to have to have it towed to a repair facility and have them look at it. My best guess is they'll consider the repairs to be more than the car is worth."

"What does that mean?" Beca asked.

"It means they won't fix it if it will cost too much," Mr. Baxter replied. "Instead, you'll get a check for the value of your car based on what the Kelly Blue Book says it's worth. Most people use the money to purchase another car."

"When will it be towed?"

"Right now. Can you open the garage door for me, please?"

Beca hit the button, and the garage door began rising. When the door was completely open, she saw a man in overalls standing on the other side; a tow truck was in the driveway behind him.

"Hey, Pete," Mr. Baxter called out, walking over to the man. "We're taking the car."

"On it," Pete said and went to his tow truck and moved it so that he could hook up the car.

While Pete did what he needed to do, Mr. Baxter wrote on one of the papers he had with him.

"Could you sign these, please?" Mr. Baxter asked Beca, holding the pen out to her.

Beca took the pen in her left hand. "What am I signing?"

"It's the receipt for your car," Mr. Baxter said. "It states that we took possession of the car, and you are signing to confirm that you were aware that we took it. There are two copies you need to sign. One will go with me, the other stays with you."

"Oh, okay," Beca said, signing the two copies where Mr. Baxter indicated.

"Thank you," he said, taking his copy and his pen from Beca.

"Is that it?" Beca asked, looking out at the tow truck pulling her car from the garage. Beca suddenly perked up when she saw someone standing across the street again.

Beca tried to see who it was, but the tow truck moved, blocking Beca from seeing them. The truck got Beca's car out of the garage and was now on the street.

Beca went out and looked across the street, but the person was gone. She then looked up and down the street but didn't see anyone. Shaking her head again, she said goodbye to Mr. Baxter and made her way back inside.

"I should call my mom," Beca thought. "Nah, maybe later."

Beca went to the kitchen and gathered a few things to start prepping for dinner.

~Stronger~ ~Stronger~ ~Stronger~

A couple of hours later, a car went flying past a Barden police car, careening all over the road. The officers flipped on their lights and siren and chased after the car.

They got about a block when the car ran a red light and careened into the Emergency entrance of Barden Hospital. The police car turned in just in time to see the car hit a corner of the building. A few people came running out of the hospital.

The two officers jumped out of their car and started ordering people to back away from the car. They drew their guns and slowly approached the vehicle. They saw some movement, and one officer yelled, "You in the car! Show us your hands! Now!"

Nothing happened, and suddenly the car horn started blaring. Both officers rushed to the car and looked inside.

The first officer opened the driver's side door and gently lifted the woman's head from the steering wheel, causing the horn to stop blaring. The woman moaned, and the officer yelled, "She's alive!"

A doctor and nurses ran over to the driver's door. The doctor reached and place her hands on the woman's head.

"I got this," she told the officer.

The officer nodded and moved away so the doctor could position herself in the opening.

"I need a collar," the doctor called out.

A nurse opened the packaging and moved to stand behind the doctor.

"There's another body in the backseat," the second officer said, opening the back door.

Another doctor put his stethoscope to his ears and pushed the officer aside. He placed the stethoscope on the man's chest and listened.

"Heartbeat is faint," the doctor said. "But, he's alive. Let's get him out of there."

The officer looked down at the man's face and then over at his partner. He stood close by as the doctor, and two others worked to get the man out of the car.

On the other side of the car, several people were working on the female driver.

"I'll hold her head, and you put the collar on her," the doctor told the nurse. The collar was in place, and the doctor looked over to the gathering crowd. "We need a gurney over here!"

Two orderlies ran over to the car with a gurney.

"Okay," the doctor said. "I'm going to check her real quick to see what injuries she may have before we move her."

"Put him on the gurney," the doctor told the two men who were helping with the man in the back of the car. "Take him to Trauma Room One."

The second officer stopped the gurney and handcuffed the man's wrist to the gurney's railing. The doctor looked at him.

"He's a wanted fugitive," the officer told the doctor. "I'll remove them if you need me to, but they will remain on him until you're told otherwise. Understand?"

"Got it," the doctor said, placing his hand on the gurney. "Let's go."

Everyone stood silently by as the doctor checked the driver. She pulled aside the woman's shirt and looked back at the police officer. "She's been stabbed. We need to get her inside so that I can assess her injuries better. Get that gurney over here!"

After the doctor and nurse got the woman out of the car, they gently laid her on the gurney.

"Let's go," the doctor said, and they all rushed inside with their patient.

Once the car was cleared, one of the officers looked to see if there was an ID for the woman. Looking in the glove compartment, he found the car's registration

"Sarah Mitchell," the officer read from the registration. "What on earth happened to you, Mrs. Mitchell?"

The officer went into the ER doors to find his partner. He saw him standing guard outside the trauma room, watching them work on the man from the car.

"Why's he handcuffed?" he asked his partner.

"That's Roger Daniels," his partner said.

The first officer looked closer and nodded his head. "According to the car's registration, the woman is Sarah Mitchell."

"No, it's not," his partner said. "I know Sarah Mitchell, and that woman is too small to be her. It might be her daughter, Beca."

"What the hell happened with them?"

"I don't know, but I'm calling the sergeant," the second cop said. "He was lead on the case with this Daniels guy."

~Stronger~ ~Stronger~ ~Stronger~

Joe ended the call and wiped his hands down his face. He pulled up a number and hit call. It went straight to voicemail. He went to his office door and looked around the bullpen. He caught Mark's eye and waved him over.

"What's up?" Mark said as he entered Joe's office.

"I need you to go check the Mitchell house," Joe said and then explained about the man and woman that arrived at the hospital with injuries and nothing and no one to tell them what happened.

Mark's eyes widened in shock when Joe said, "Roger Daniels is the man. The car he was in is registered to Sarah Mitchell, but she's not the woman who was in the car. I have a feeling it's Beca. Go see if you can find her or anything that might tell us what happened."

"You got it, Sarge," Mark said and ran out of Joe's office.

Joe sighed and sat behind his desk, dreading the two calls he knew was probably going to have to make.

~Stronger~ ~Stronger~ ~Stronger~

Thirty minutes later, Mark called Joe.

"We searched the house, and there's no sign of Beca," Mark said. "We did find blood in the kitchen, leading out to the garage." Mark sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Joe, there is a lot of blood. We are trying to figure out where it started to see if we can piece together what happened, but I don't think we'll know anything until Beca or Daniels can tell us."

"Okay," Joe said. "Thanks. I'm going to call Beca's mother so she can come home."

They ended the call. Joe sat with his phone pressed against his forehead. He sighed and placed his first call.

~Stronger~ ~Stronger~ ~Stronger~

Trish and Lou were escorting Aubrey and Chloe back to Beca's house when Trish's phone rang.

"Hel-"

"Donahue, you need to take Miss Beale and Miss Posen to the hospital immediately," Joe exclaimed through the phone.

"Hosp-?"

"Beca Mitchell's been hurt," Joe interrupted. "Don't tell the girls anything, just get them there. We don't yet know what happened, but it sounds bad, really bad. I'll meet you there as soon as I notify Beca's mother."

Trish swallowed and said, "Yes, sir!"

Trish ended the call and looked at Lou.

"What?" Lou asked.

Trish looked at Chloe, who was chatting with Aubrey and not paying any attention to the two officers.

"We need to get to the hospital," Trish leaned over and whispered.

Seeing the look on Trish's face, Lou turned toward the hospital without asking questions.

Aubrey suddenly looked around, asking, "Why are we turning here? This isn't the way to Beca's house."

Chloe looked up and around as well. "She's right. What's happening?"

"That was Sargeant Nichols on the phone," Trish said, turning to look at the girls. "He instructed us to take you to the hospital. He didn't offer any other explanation."

"Oh, my god!" Chloe said and immediately pulled out her phone to call Beca.

The call went straight to voicemail. Chloe ended the call as tears ran down her face.

"Beca's not answering her phone," Chloe said through her tears. "Something's happened to Beca, hasn't it?"

Trish looked at Lou and then back at Chloe. She nodded without saying anything.

Tears came to Aubrey's eyes as she put her arm around Chloe's shoulders.

~Stronger~ ~Stronger~ ~Stronger~

"I'll be on the first plane I can get on," Sarah said, ending the call with Joe.

Charlotte noticed Sarah's shaking hands and asked, "What's going on, Sarah?"

"Something's happened to Beca," Sarah said as tears fell down her cheeks. "I have to go home."

"We'll go with you," Carl said. "I have a friend at American Airlines. I'll call and see if he can get us on a flight out as soon as possible."

Sarah nodded, mumbling, "Thank you."

Carl made the call while Sarah and Charlotte packed. The two women were sitting in the living room with their suitcases when Carl came in.

"The three of us are booked on a flight that leaves at three," Carl told them. "We have to leave now to make it."

"We're ready," Charlotte said.

The three drove to the airport and were met by Carl's friend, Darren.

"Come with me," Darren said. "I have them prepared to hold the flight until we get you three on board."

They followed Darren, bypassing security and arriving at the gate in time to board.

"Please keep me posted on how things go," Darren said as Carl thanked him.

Carl rushed over to join Charlotte and Sarah; the three boarded the plane and found their seats.

Charlotte sat next to Sarah, holding her hand, offering what little comfort she could.

~Stronger~ ~Stronger~ ~Stronger~

Lou pulled into the Emergency entrance and parked. Chloe jumped out and stopped when she saw Beca's car still sitting where it had crashed. She started to hyperventilate until Aubrey came up beside her and pulled her into a hug.

"Let's go inside," Aubrey whispered.

Chloe nodded and moved toward the entrance. Aubrey kept her arms around Chloe as they entered the Emergency area, with Trish and Lou right behind them.

Trish went to the desk with Chloe and Aubrey while Lou made his way over to the two officers who standing near the trauma room where Roger Daniels was still being worked on.

"Keith," Lou said as he walked over to him.

"Lou," Keith said in acknowledgment.

"What do you know about Beca Mitchell's condition?"

"She was taken into surgery about thirty minutes ago," Keith said. "I don't know what her injuries are, but I gotta tell you, it looked bad."

"What about this asshole?" Lou asked, looking through the window at Daniels. "Is he going to make it?"

"I don't know," Keith said. "They're trying to stabilize him to take him to surgery."

~Stronger~ ~Stronger~ ~Stronger~

"May I help you?" the nurse asked.

"We're here for Beca Mitchell," Trish told the nurse. "Do you know her condition?"

"All I can tell you is that she's in surgery," the nurse told the officer. "Someone will be out to give you an update when they can."

"Thank you," Trish said. "Is there somewhere a little more private where we can wait?"

Seeing the shape Chloe and Aubrey were in, the nurse called out for another nurse.

"Alice, would you watch the desk while I show these ladies to the family waiting room?"

"Sure," Alice said and switched places with the nurse.

"Follow me, ladies," the nurse said.

Chloe continued to cling to Aubrey as they followed the nurse into a room just off the Emergency room.

"I'll let them know where you are when there is an update on Ms. Mitchell's condition," the nurse said before leaving the room.

Aubrey and Chloe took a seat; Trish stood near the door.

"Someone should call Sarah," Chloe suddenly blurted out.

"Joe was going to do that," Trish said. "He should be here any minute as well."

Just then, the door opened, and Joe and Lou walked in.

"Any word on Beca yet?" Joe asked.

Trish shook her head. Joe sighed and looked at Chloe and Aubrey.

"Sarah is on her way," Joe said. "I have Mark picking her up at the airport."

"Thank you," Aubrey said.

There was a knock just before the door opened, and a doctor stepped in.

Chloe jumped up, "Is Beca okay?"

"I'm sorry, miss," the doctor said. "I don't have an update on Ms. Mitchell yet. Officers, may I speak to you outside."

Joe and Lou stepped outside with the doctor. Joe came back a minute later.

"What was that about?" Trish asked.

"Roger Daniels just died," Joe said.

"Good," Chloe said.

~Stronger~ ~Stronger~ ~Stronger~

Sarah, Charlotte, and Carl exited the plane to find an officer holding a card with Sarah's name.

"I'm Sarah Mitchell," Sarah said. "And these are Chloe's parents, Carl and Charlotte Beale."

"I'm Officer Mark Franklin," Mark said. "Joe Nichols asked me to take you straight to the hospital."

"Have you heard anything about Beca's condition," Charlotte asked.

"Nothing yet, ma'am," Mark responded.

Mark pulled into the ER's emergency vehicle parking area, and Joe came hurrying over to meet them.

"Sarah," Joe said. "Mr. and Mrs. Beale."

"Any word on Beca?" Sarah asked.

"She's out of surgery and stable," Joe said. "I'll take you to her."

Mark joined them as Sarah, and the Beales followed Joe into the hospital. He led them to the ICU, stopping just as they entered through the main door.

"It's family only from here," Joe told the Beales. "We made arrangements for Chloe to be in there with Beca for now."

"We'll wait here," Charlotte said. "Would you let Chloe know we're here?"

"Of course," Sarah said and followed Joe to Beca's room.

Charlotte saw Aubrey sitting in the waiting room and went over to her.

"Aubrey," Charlotte said, causing the young woman to look up.

Seeing Charlotte standing before her, Aubrey jumped up and hugged her.

"How's Chloe doing?" Charlotte asked.

"Not so good," Aubrey said, wiping her tears. "She thinks it's all her fault that Beca is in here."

Joe and Sarah entered Beca's room to find Chloe sitting next to the bed as a nurse checked on Beca. Chloe jumped up as soon as she saw Sarah walk in.

"Sarah," Chloe cried as she ran into her arms.

Sarah hugged Chloe to her as they both cried.

"I'll get her doctor," the nurse said and left the room.

Chloe pulled back and looked at Sarah. "I'm so sorry, Sarah. This is all my fault. I'm so so sorry."

Sarah looked Chloe in the eye.

"Stop it!" Sarah said. "This is not your fault."

"Mrs. Mitchell?" a doctor said from behind Sarah.

"Yes," Sarah said, turning to the doctor.

"I'm Dr. Anderson," the doctor said.

"How is she, doctor?" Sarah asked as they walked over to Beca's bed.

Chloe joined them and took Sarah's hand; Sarah squeezed Chloe's hand and gave her a small smile.

"She's stable," Dr. Anderson said. "I'm not going to lie, it was touch and for a while in the operating room. But, she made it through, and we expect her to make a full recovery."

"Thank god," Sarah whispered. "When will she wake up?"

"We currently have her in a medically-induced coma," Dr. Anderson said. "This will give her body some time to start healing. We plan to bring her out of it in a couple of days."

"So, um, what were her injuries?" Sarah asked.

"She was stabbed twice," Dr. Anderson said. "And had bruises and smaller cuts on her body and face. One stab wound was in her lower back, near the kidneys. There was a small nick, but we were able to repair it. The other stab wound was in her leg. No major arteries were hit, so we were able to stitch it. She'll have a scar but shouldn't have any residual complications from it. And she has a broken left ankle."

"What the hell happened?" Sarah asked. "And how did she drive to the hospital in that condition?"

"I can't answer to what happened," Dr. Anderson said. "And I can only guess that she was acting on adrenaline to drive to the hospital."

"Thank you, doctor," Sarah said.

"If you have any further questions, just have a nurse page me," Dr. Anderson said. "I'll be back later to check on her."

"Thanks again, doctor," Sarah said.

Dr. Anderson left, and Sarah looked at Chloe.

"How are you holding up?"

Tears sprang to Chloe's eyes. "I know the doctor said she was going to be okay, but I just want her to wake up."

"I feel the same way," Sarah said.

"I don't know if anyone told you, but Roger Daniels is dead," Chloe said. "Is it wrong that I'm happy he is?"

"No, it's not wrong," Sarah said. "At least not to me, because I feel the same way about that."

Chloe and Sarah didn't say anything else. They just stood there looking down at the young woman they both loved so dearly.

"Oh, I almost forgot," Sarah said. "Your parents are here."

"They are?" Chloe asked.

"Yep," Sarah said. "They're in the waiting room. Why don't you go out and see them? I'm sure your mom would like to know you're okay."

"Thank you," Chloe said and hurried out of the room.

Chloe didn't stop moving until she was in her mother's arms. Carl hugged the two of them and held them both while they cried. He saw Aubrey wiping tears from her eyes and held out his arm toward her.

Aubrey jumped up, taking him up on the invitation to join the hug.

A/N: I know, I know. I'm late again posting, but on the plus side, it's the longest chapter so far.

[enhypia]

° 𐐪𐑂 ₒ ˚ JY ; come be lonely with me

jake sim. the ultimate standard. he was nice, kind, smart, god-fearing, and did i mention handsome? but he's not perfect, just like everyone he's still human.

that's why you weren't surprised when you noticed the absolute loneliness in his eyes, what shocked you was the fact that no one seemed to notice.

pairing: sim jaeyun x gn!reader

genre: fluff, a pinch of angst

word count: roughly 1.4k

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you seem so lonely (are you lonely?)

you watched as jake separated from the large group to go stand off at the side with an unopened beer in his hand. he leaned on the tree beside him and just like you, he watched the people around him celebrating the soccer team's win on today's game.

"hey, jake" you call out lightly and he smiled at you while you were approaching him.

"(y/n), hi! you came!" he greeted cheerfully, just like he always does with everyone. you and jake had became friends when the two of you got constantly partnered up for projects, as well as grouped up for activities. you were familiar with each other. sure you may have had developed a teeny tiny crush on him but who wouldn't honestly.

"well the captain invited basically everyone in the grade" you pointed out to which he chuckled in agreement.

"that's the captain for you, but are you here with anyone?" he asked since he didn't see your usual circle of friends with you.

"yup, but you know how most of them are couples?" he nodded, understanding where you were going at.

"how about you? why aren't you with your team?" you asked the question that made you want to approach him in the first place.

"they're planning to get wasted and i'm not really in the mood for that right now" he explained pouting his lips for a second, a habit you noticed he does whenever he has more to say.

"that's not the main reason no?" you asked looking at the group of people gathered by the pool. and you can see him staring at you in your peripheral.

"you don't have to tell me though, but even if we're not that close just know that i'm here." you smiled at him while he searched your face all over, probably assessing your genuineness .

you leaned back on the tree sipping on your drink from time to time.

"i.." his gaze was on his shoes and he was fidgeting with his drink. "it's weird, i'm surrounded by so many people but i just feel..."

"lonely?" you provided. he sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"yeah. and it makes me feel kind of bad because i feel like it's wrong for me to feel that way"

"it's not wrong to be human jake, your feelings are valid" he smiled. he needed to hear that.

"thanks (y/n), that means a lot" you shrugged in reply, not really knowing how much impact your words had brought to him.

you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket, taking it out you see another text from your friends saying they'll be staying the night over at their significant others' place. you weren't surprised honestly and you knew they hold no malice.

chugging down your drink, you turn to jake who was already looking at you, he didn't mean to peek at your phone but now he was wondering what you're going to do. "well i'm ditching, i'm going to the fair nearby, wanna come with?"

he bit his lip in contemplation. "yeah, let's go" you grinned and led the way out of the party.

carousels and ferris heights

"i'm not pressuring you or anything but we have to ride that" you say pointing at the pendulum-like ride named anchor's away. jake looks at you wide-eyed, obviously not wanting to.

"fine but if i puke after, you're responsible for that" you nodded eagerly and went to line up, lucky for you guys, you didn't have to wait long since the line was short.

you guys were seated at the middle and you grinned as the ride started to move back and forth. soon both of you were screaming as the ride swings higher and faster. lost in the thrill of it all, both of you were unaware of your clasped hands. and only did you guys notice when the the ride slowed to a stop.

you and jake shared eye contact before quickly pulling away, the redness on your cheeks was definitely because of the ride. you laughed to play it off while jake helped you stand up from your seat.

"that wasn't so bad now, was it?" you teased. he rolled his eyes and chuckled "i felt like all the organs in my stomach got mixed up" you burst out laughing.

"that's part of the experienced!" he shook his head in amusement.

"yeah yeah, we're riding the carousel next" you nodded in reply still filled with the thrill from the previous ride.

~

"do you need help getting up?" jake teased as you walked around choosing horses.

"i'm not that short!" you huffed and got on one to prove him wrong. he laughed and got on the horse next to yours.

"sorry sorry, that's on me" he apologized with no sincerity. you stuck your tongue out at him and was about to give him the finger but remembered that there were kids around.

"count your days, sim" you warned, he made a mock shock face to further tease you.

jake watched you as the ride started to move. he didn't think his night would turn like this, he was sure he was going to spend it faking smiles to mask the loneliness he felt. but here he was, feeling a million times better than when the winning goal was shot.

he watched you wave at the kids beside you and giggled with them. he didn't stop the smile forming on his face. and he thinks he could get used to this, he could get used to being with you. he hoped you felt the same too, even just a little.

our fingers dancing when they meet

“this is the third time someone has bumped into me, one more and i’m throwing hands” you grumbled moving closer to jake’s side.

you guys were walking all the way to the other side of the fair to sit and rest for a while.

he laughed at your grumbling and patted your back in an attempt to calm you down. his knuckles brushed against yours upon bringing it down back to his side.

and it kept happening as you moved closer to him every time to avoid getting bumped into again.

jake stole a glance at your face with each brush to see your reaction. and at the fifth time, he gathered the courage and just grabbed your hand and intertwined it with his.

he kept looking forward, refusing to meet your eye. a shy smile graced his face when he felt you squeeze his hand.

“so sim jaeyun, what else do you do except for soccer and physics?” you asked to keep the air light. he finally looked at you and he’s glad he didn’t miss the blush on your cheeks.

so if you're lonely, no need to show me

"how did you know?" jake asked breaking the silence that surrounded you guys when you both took a seat at an empty bench about 5 minutes ago. you hummed in question.

"that there was a different reason why i stayed away from the group"

"i don't know really, an observation? or a hunch maybe?" you answered honestly.

"it's just, i really thought no one noticed it?" he chuckled in somewhat disbelief.

"everyone just assumes that since i have a lot of people surrounded around me everyday that it's impossible for me to feel lonely" you listened as he explained his thoughts.

"and it sucks because the loneliness always hits at the end of the day. and that you have no one to actually lean on to" he sighed, running a hand through his hair while you nodded in understanding. a few seconds of silence pass by before you make your move.

"well darling" you say standing up and facing him.

"if you're lonely then come be lonely with me"

jake stares at you and at the gentle smile on your face. then he glanced at your hand that was reaching out for him to take.

"and where would we go?" he grins taking your hand and he lets you drag him in whatever direction you were going to.

"anywhere jake, wherever paradise our lonely hearts brings us no?" you answer looking back at him with a smile that made his heart beat a little faster.

"yeah, yeah i'd like that" he replied softly.

being lonely had never worked so well for jake until now.

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a/n: wah very fast update owo i was supposed to sleep but i didn't want to waste my creative energy so here we are <33 i hope you like this one as well !! i got mildly overwhelmed at the positive response on my first piece for jay's tunes huhu tysm !! i plan to finish all first entries for each member before october ends. so sunghoon's will be up next~ please look forward to it !!!

[bowandcurtsey]

Hello. Can I request Langris and s/o having jealous because i seen a little about him.

Thank you so much 💖❤️💖

Hello Rin! Thank you for sending your request in!! You could read all of Langris fics HERE or you could pick what you like from my little map

But here's a little

Langris x jealous f! reader!

"Want to go grab some lunch?" you asked your boyfriend at the Golden Dawn HQ one day.

"I'll skip. I ate some bento that some fan girl made in the morning." he was in his desk, looking through a report.

"Bento?"

"I don't know babe, it was left on my table and I was hungry when I came it, so I just ate it." He shrugged.

You knew that Langris didn't really care about the gifter, he always assured that he only cared about you. But some times, jealousy gets the better of you.

"Well, vice-captain Langris does get his fair share of fangirls," Letoile said nonchalantly when you complained to her during lunch, "but you know him, he doesn't give two damns, maybe he was just really hungry."

You sighed as you took a mouthful of pasta.

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You, Mimosa and David were on the way back from a mission, and as you walked along the streets of Tota, you found Langris and Klaus, who were on patrol duty. You guys decided to head back to the base together.

Out of no where, some girls came up to Langris.

"Oh my god, it's vice captain Langris!" they seemingly had sparkles in their eyes. "Could we get a photo please?"

"No, we're busy." Langris replied cooly, without much as a second glance towards them.

"You're so cool!" one of them exclaimed, "how about just an autograph? Please! You saved my parents once before and they would be glad I met you!"

"Where's your pen or paper?" Langris huffed, seeing that she had nothing on her hands. He never stopped in his tracks.

"Here!" She pulled out her handkerchief and a little pen.

Langris quickly scribbled on the handkerchief and moved on. The girl squealed in delight and waved goodbye to him.

Even though Langris didn't really pay much attention to her, you couldn't help but feel your heart sour.

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Today you were both out alone. You were both on patrol duty together in Raque. Langris held on your hand gently as you walked down the streets of the nobilities.

"Captain Langris, I didn't know you had a girlfriend?" a young man with a group of his friends called out. Langris had no idea who they were but they probably knew the Golden Dawn's vice captain.

"Yeah. So?" Langris shrugged at him, as he continued walking along with your hand in his.

"She's pretty!" the guy genuinely complimented you, making you smile at him with a polite nod of the head.

"Yeah, she is of course. We're on duty so excuse us." Langris' attitude was indifferent.

"She not even that pretty, please." you turned around to see who was talking. You recognised the girl from the other day. The girl who wanted a photo with Langris and her friend was the one who got the autograph.

You both stopped in your tracks, as Langris side eyed her.

"She's just a plain Jane, I don't think she looks good with Sir Langris." the lady shrugged apathetically.

You felt your heart sink. You looked at yourself, in some normal boots and tights, your hair tied up messily while she was dressed in exquisite clothes, her hair curled and styled beautifully.

"If I were you, I would keep my mouth shut," Langris snarled.

"You're so suave and handsome Vice Captain Langris!" she turned to him, sparkles in her eyes, "plus you're strong and smart."

Langris rolled his eyes, not wanting to continue the conversation and pulled you ahead. She ran after the both of you, and passed you a handkerchief.

After you both were a few streets away, you handed him the handkerchief, "em.. I think she meant to pass this to you."

Langris opened it up and it contained her contact and a lipstick mark. Langris rolled his eyes, dumping the handkerchief.

You were silent all the way back to the Hq.

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"brat, want to get dinner? I'm hungry." Langris came to your desk.

"I'm not hungry.. It's fine."

"You didn't even eat much for lunch?" he tilted his head at you.

"Don't feel like eating Lang.." you didn't even look at him.

"What's wrong?" your boyfriend knew you better than that.

You both remained silent for a few seconds and he knew that something was definitely wrong.

"Was it this afternoon? The handkerchief and shit?"

You shook your head, not wanting to confront him as you felt silly to be affected by it, since Langris didn't do anything wrong.

He spun your chair and put his hands on each of the arm rest, caging you up and staring you straight in the eye.

"You know I have a short fuse, so tell me what's wrong, or I wouldn't know."

You blinked, thinking about how to put it, "I..."

"go on, you what, y/n?"

"I just don't feel good seeing all those girls around you. They really make me feel like I don't deserve you..." you started sniffing as you felt like you were about to cry.

You hung your head low and looked at your fingers as they held onto each other tightly, willing for the tears to stop.

Langris sighed. He knelt down in front of you, peaking at your face. You eyes squeezed shut and your lips pursed, trying not to make a fuss.

That was why he loved you so much. You always make him want to protect you and give you all he had.

He held your hands in his, giving it a squeeze, "I'm sorry. I was a little harsh."

"Did I do something that you didn't like?" he tried asking you again, his voice gentle this time.

You shook your head, "it's not your fault.." you mumbled.

"I don't like any other girl except you y/n. You know that?" his hand came up to caress your cheeks, wiping the tears away.

"You know that, don't you? Or do I not show it enough?" he stroked your cheeks a little when you didn't respond.

"I know.. I just-" you didn't know what he could do, "I'm sorry."

"Hey, don't apologise to me when I'm the one that made you cry." He stood and pulled you into a hug. He stroked your back a little, "I'll be more mindful of them alright?"

He stayed there until you stopped crying. You gently pushed him away as you grabbed tissues from your table to clear your nose and tears.

He stroked your hair lovingly, "I only have eyes for you, you're pretty and sexy and cute at the same time."

"I'm not." you pouted a little.

"I'm sorry I can't do anything to them, but I'll reject them more strongly next time. I'll hold your hand everywhere I go, so every knows I'm attached." He held your hand and stroked the back of it, "so don't be jealous anymore alright babe?"

You nodded as your stomach growled.

He chuckled, something that Langris only did with you, "and someone was saying she wasn't hungry.."

"I wasn't! It's just the crying that made me hungry."

"yeah yeah, let's go." he pulled you off the chair and headed for the doors.

"Next time when you're jealous, think about the fact that only you get to see me naked~" he teased into your ears, making you blush.

-end-

Softie Langris UWU

[kiranogareru]

STAR GAZING

WARNING: Language, but this is all fluffyyyy

A/N: I present to you, my first requested work. Dedicated to @mysticmaee I apologize for taking so long, I hope this meets your expectations. Enjoy and again I'm so so sorry it took me so long

Y/n and Bakugou -as much as he refuses to admit it- have been pretty good friends for a while and they recently started dating

Katsuki is well aware of the fact that he isn't all that good at this whole relationship thing!

He knows how a relationship is supposed to be like, he's read all those things about them in novels before and even though they appeared unrealistically perfect to him, Bakugou couldn't help but compare himself and feel inferior to those fictional men and their romancing abilities!

He has observed how well Y/N seems to be fitting the role of a girlfriend and has taken mental notes of the way she always shows him how she feels, whether that's through words or affectionate little gestures, such as simply holding his hand!

Bakugou has never really been the type for physical contact, one could even say he is quite touch starved in all honesty, which makes him a little bit timid to show her his appreciation that way, since it makes him feel uncomfortable and it gives him this weird fluttery feeling inside

The blonde thinks back to the short time they have shared as a couple and how sweet Y/n has been to him, even before, when they were just friends and he insisted on pushing her away!

Bakugou is suddenly left dumbstruck, when he comes to realize that he never even asked her out properly! She just kind of blurted out her feelings and he simply claimed her as his..and by his, he means his one weakness, but of course it goes without saying that he would never reveal that!

He then decides that he wants to try harder. He knows he can do better 'I can be the best boyfriend she's ever had, I'll be her number one!' he tells himself

'She put so much effort into approaching me and I know I made it even more difficult -I can't help it, that's just how I am- but the least I can do is put in just as much effort, it's only fair!'

He doesn't want to be a shitty boyfriend, because for 1 he knows that's not what she deserves and 2 he's the best, he's not one of those stupid extras, who would let her slip right through their fingers!

'It's time I finally lowered my defenses' he thinks, although he's still hesitant of showing his softer side and unsure of what that can possibly lead to

Katsuki walks in silence as he rakes his brain for a way to make it up to Y/n for the way he's been so far.

It's not like he's treating her bad or anything, as a matter of fact he is at his calmest when he's around her and all he does is admire the way her beautiful e/c eyes sparkle when she's focused on something she enjoys, or how her face lights up when she's happy, or he revels in the taste of her lips against his own whenever they share an unexpected kiss!

This warm feeling spreads throughout his chest and blood rushes to his cheeks, tinting them with a shade of pink, at the thought of the memories!

That's when it hits him and the perfect idea pops up in his head. If he's learnt anything from romance novels, it's the fact that every relationship starts with a date!

And that's something they haven't done yet, which gives Katsuki the opportunity to change that!

"Katsu?" Y/n stops in her tracks, making him break out of his trance and do the same

"You zoned out, is everything ok?" She asks with a soft smile, placing a hand on his cheek

"Tch, everything's fine dumbass, I'm just thinking" Bakugou returns the smile, resting his hand at the back of her neck, gently pulling her head closer and leaning in to leave a chaste kiss on her forhead

Y/n is left speechless and her cheeks burn up at the sudden action, Bakugou doesn't usually behave this way, especially not in public!

'I don't know what he's been thinking about, but I'm pretty sure it has something to do with this adorable change' She ponders

Y/n is quick to wrap her arms around him and bury her face in his chest, inhaling the scent of burnt caramel and cologne -something that she's grown so accustomed to, that it now brings her comfort

Bakugou's eyes widen in surprise and he lets out a breath as he relaxes, bringing one hand to her head as his other one makes it's way to her back to hold her close

They stand there in each other's embrace for a bit, before they decide to continue their walk to the dorms, hand in hand

•••

Once they reach the dorms, they catch the attention of a few of their classmates and friends. It's only logical though, since a smiling Bakugou Katsuki is not a sight one could easily miss!

The rest of the day goes by pretty quick as usual, since everyone is studying either alone or in groups, but once that's out of the way most of the students normally spend their free time by engaging in their hobbies of choice

While Y/n is hanging out with Jirou in the purple haired girl's room, singing and having a good time, Bakugou takes that chance to go to the kitchen and set his plan in motion

He has all the time he needs to prepare a few things for later

While the ruby eyed boy is in the middle of cooking, Sero walks into the kitchen, Kaminari following close behind him

"Kacchan?!" Kaminari exclaims in surprise

"Hm?" Katsuki turns around and realizes he has an audience

"How come you're cooking today?" Sero questions in confusion

It's not uncommon for the explosive boy to cook for his classmates, but he had done so just a few days ago already, that's what didn't sit right with Sero

"All of you extras cook like shit, tonight we're having some actual food!" Bakugou's voice remains low in volume, but his usual aggression is evident in his tone

"It smells amazing, what is it?" Sero technically drooling as he walks over to check

"I bet it's something spicy!" Kaminari declares, knowing his friend's taste

"Damn right Dunce Face! Let's hope you idiots can handle it this time! Tch" Bakugou tries to mask the smile forming on his face with his signature, cocky, smirk

"Kaminari.." Sero gives the electric blonde a look

"I know right!" Kaminari laughs, returning the look

"What are you idiots on about?" Bakugou raises an eyebrow

•••

As soon as the table is set and dinner is served, the students pick up on something unusual

"Hm? Where did Bakubro go?" Kirishima points out, while looking around the room

Kaminari and Sero stand back to back with a hand on their chin and wearing a knowing expression of confidence on their faces! The sparkles surrounding them are technically visible at this point

"What do you know? Spill the tea!" Mina interrogates with a pointed look

"Has anyone seen Y/n? I thought I saw her come downstairs earlier.." Jirou asks, seemingly popping up out of nowhere

"They are probably fu-" Sero wraps Mineta up using his tape with an unbothered face

"Shut up you nasty grape!" He scolds "They are on a date! We are sure of it!" He continues pridefully

"Who knew Bakugou could be so good with the ladies, right!" Kaminari comments, almost in disbelief

Meanwhile Y/n is comfortably sitting on a blanket behind the dorms with Bakugou. The night air feels cool on her skin, but not cold enough to give her goosebumps. It is rather refreshing if anything

They place their now empty dishes on the tray that's sitting in front of them and Bakugou pushes it aside

"That was delicious!" A look of content spreading on her features

"Hm, of course it was!" He cocky voice sounds. A winning smile playing on his lips

"Katsuki, this is so sweet..thank you" Y/n softly speaks, tilting Bakugou's head slightly with a hand on his cheek and leaving a feather-like kiss on the other

"You don't need to thank me dumbass..you deserve it!" His tone calm and loving

Bakugou lifts his hand and places it over her smaller one that is resting on his face

They lie down on the blanket, eyes staring at the wide night sky, littered with sparkling gems

"That one reminds me of you!" The excitement clear in her voice as she points at the sky

"How can a star remind you of me dumbass?" His laughs in amusement

"The way it shines looks like an explosion, it's powerful and beautiful!" Her explanation flusters the blonde momentarily, but he gathers himself and starts looking for the perfect star

"That one right there is you then!" He gestures towards it

"Is it now? How can a star remind you of me eh?" She teases

"It stands out, it's so bright and has such a stong presence!"

"Katsu..you idiot" She murmurs feeling bashful

"Huh who are you calling an idiot, idiot?"

Y/n intertwines her hand with his and Bakugou tenses up!

He still isn't used to the gentle gesture, since he has always perceived his hands as weapons, however as he eases into it he starts rubbing small circles on the back of her hand with his thumb

"This side of you is so soothing, so intoxicating~" She smiles before continuing

"I'm so lucky to be the one who gets to see you so peaceful..Dynamite" He is caught off guard by the mention of his hero name, which only she knows this far

The first reaction that comes to his mind is to kiss her and his body acts just as fast, pulling both her and himself to sit up and doing exactly that

His lips connect to hers in an uncharacteristically slow and passionate kiss! It is as if Bakugou is pouring everything that he can't put into words in this kiss!

He pulls away with his confidence restored

"Do you want to be mine?"

"I'm my own person idiot and we're already dating!" She laughs, knowing what he meant, but wanting to mess with him regardless

"I know that dumbass! You think I would date some sort of weakling?" He asks matter-of-factly

"I'm already yours and you're all mine!" She boasts

"Damn right!" Bakugou cups her face in one hand, tilting it upwards and leaning down slightly to capture her lips with his once more

[yuichi-ro]

Its meeeeeeeeeeee 😁 Here with a ? that I don't think I've asked yet lol

Ahem- How does Baji and Hanma go about Lucas's first bday party where friends are invited. It's not just family anymore. But an actual bday party with other people and other kids. Are they stressed? Going with the flow? Hoping it all just kind of comes together? Totally on top of it?

And are they crying at their child's first friend bday party? Are you crying?

Haajee ♡

I was writing Wakasa smut and you interrupted me with actual thinking 😐

Though it's a full household, it's not like a big family? If that makes sense. Like we don't associate with a lot of extended family. It's basically always my mom and grandma and then Baji's mom. Hanma is severely low contact to no contact with his family. And he certainly really doesn't let them get to indulge in grandkids (if his parents are even in the picture tbh) So the birthday party thing once we have kids is pretty intimate for the most part.

First birthday for Lucas it's only family. As is Ren's first birthday. And probably the following second birthday for them too doesn't involve friends either bc the boys are just that close knit that they wouldn't really notice or care if other kids were there. So we make it to Lucas's third birthday before having to throw an actual official kid's party where other's are invited.

I am stressed. I am the stress monkey. I'm the one trying to make everything perfect. Look perfect. Taste perfect. No meltdowns. No tantrums. I'm the one pulling my hair out dreading and freaking and running on fumes until it's over.

Baji or Hanma aren't as stress driven as I am. They aren't useless though they at least let me be as neurotic as I am while doing what they can to pick up the slack. Baji really likes decorating whatever the theme is. Hanma puts the gift bags/party favors together for the other kids and his own. Baji is aloud to cut wrapping paper but Hanma is the only one allowed to wrap and tape things. I am the only one cooking and baking though. We do successfully get a fairly presentable party together. It's very obvious low budget but it's still enough to wow a three yr old

The day of the actual party I am too wound up making things go on time to be emotional. And to be fair I'm not an overly emotional person (I cry later that week or six months when I see pictures again at random) Baji is pretty much on kid duty. As a giant child he speaks their language and avoids adult duties by being on kid watch. Fair trade I'll give him that I don't wanna entertain toddlers. Hanma on the other hand is the outlier. He doesn't exactly have a "job" on birthday day besides appease the other adults and make sure they get what they need (he's charming, illegally so, so I put him to work) and picking up slack with the kids or with me cooking/hosting. He's honestly the one that gets emotional. When Baji's squatted down next to Lucas showing his kid how to blow out his total of three candles and keeping Ren from doing it. Seeing his son excited before I can even light the candles. And even if it's only like two other kids his age plus Ren, Hanma is getting teary eyed bc he just didn't have this. Any of it. And is never certain he deserves it when he steps outside the hectic bubble to be an outsider again. Hanma's friends are pretty much just me and Baji only. He's acquainted with people we're friends with but his friend group is really only his partners. And he didn't have this kind of just puking cute domestic kind of lifestyle growing up that he knows he missed something as a kid. He just never understood what it was he missed out on until he's getting to see his kids enjoy so much of it.

The kids and the family make Hanma teary eyed. He'll deny that he isn't but that bitch is wiping the corners of his eyes in his tshirt acting like no one's watching. But we know he's a giant softie on his kiddos and them growing up both excites and scares him to no end.

[lady-divine-writes]

Kurtbastian one-shot - “Carolina in My Mind” (Rated PG)

Summary: Things get a little spicy when Sebastian decides that Kurt and Blaine are going to start doing TikTok challenges... in part to exact revenge on his boyfriend for covering him in glitter and posting photos on Instagram. (1845 words)

Notes: It's not as lurid as the summary makes it sound XD Makes a reference to an earlier quarantine one-shot 'All The Glitters'.

Part 67 of Outside Edge

Read on AO3.

"We're doing TikTok challenges now!?" Kurt groans, sliding to a halt in front of his boyfriend, arms crossed over his chest before he comes to a stop.

Sebastian beams, flashing Kurt his iPhone screen with the app already open. "Ah. I see you got my message." 

"Aren't we already living through hell? Do we have to add humiliation to the mix?"

"You're one to talk! If you get to cover us in makeup and glitter and post photos on Instagram, I get to do this!"

"But that performance makeup contest was hosted by the ISI," Blaine points out. "What merit does a TikTok challenge have?"

Sebastian watches Blaine glide to a stop beside his boyfriend and pulls a face. "Well, Doubty McDoubterson, tons of people join TikTok every day, including figure skaters. You two were worried about staying in the public eye during the pandemic. This will be great visibility for us within the skating community."

"A-ha." Kurt shares a skeptical side glance with Blaine. "Now, why don't you tell us why we're really doing this."

Sebastian gasps, stumbling back as if punched in the face. "Kurt! I'm wounded! Deeply wounded! I'm being completely honest here! I'm only thinking of you guys, working hard to keep your names in the mouths of... "

"Before you say another word," Kurt interrupts with a finger raised, "may I remind you that you have a five o'clock sesh riding on this answer."

Sebastian's mouth hangs open, caught around the next word. But a beat later, he snaps it shut. "Fine. We're doing this because we've been on lockdown for about ten years and I'm bored to tears!"

"Nice," Kurt says, "seeing as you've spent all of quarantine with us."

"Will you be partaking?" Blaine rushes in before Sebastian can shove his foot any further down his throat. He's not being entirely selfless, but he'd rather not admit out loud that Sebastian's plan is a decent one, ulterior motives aside. Blaine has a TikTok account and has wasted plenty of precious training time scrolling through clips. Sebastian is right - a lot of figure skaters post on there, even some big names in their sport. It's a better platform for it than Instagram. If they pull this off, they could become TikTok famous, and that wouldn't exactly hurt when they make their comebacks.

"I am." Sebastian wiggles his camera in front of their faces. "I'm the cameraman."

"Of course," Kurt mutters under his breath. "So what's the challenge?" he asks, eager to get this over with, hoping he doesn't regret it too much later. "It is a skating challenge, right?"

"Of course it's a skating challenge! In fact, you guys get to perform your routines... " Kurt stares at his grinning boyfriend, waiting for the shoe to drop. And it does when Sebastian picks up a small paper bag off the boards and holds it out to them "... after you've eaten this pepper. There's one in there for each of you."

"I guess it's too much to hope it's a bell pepper," Kurt remarks as Blaine takes the bag and opens the top. He reaches a hand in and pulls out a bright reddish-orange vegetable the size of his thumb. Kurt recognizes it right away, his eyes going wide at the Carolina Reaper pinched between Blaine's fingertips.

"A little bit, yeah," Blaine says.

"What th---? Aren't those things illegal?" Kurt asks, on the brink of turning and running, leaving his friend behind to suffer the consequences.

"Nope. They're perfectly legal," Sebastian says. "And they won't cause any permanent damage. I checked."

"That's so nice of you."

"Come on! This'll be fun!"

"For you! You're running the camera!"

"I've got you guys. Look! I brought you some milk for after," he says, producing the smallest, middle-school carton of two percent in existence. How he expects the both of them to share that, Kurt doesn't know. It's probably part of the schtick, Kurt thinks, to cap off the hilarity - the two of them fighting over seven ounces of milk with their mouths on fire. "Also... " Sebastian deliberates when he feels himself losing ground, running through options in his head he hopes Kurt might jump at so he can get his TikTok "... I'll let you pick the next challenge. Then you can be the cameraman."

A malicious grin spreads across Kurt's face, but Sebastian squashes it with the stipulation: "But remember - whatever you make me do, Blaine has to do, too."

"Don't I get any say in this?" Blaine asks.

"No," Sebastian answers without looking at him.

"Well, do I get a turn at choosing?"

"Maybe... provided Kurt agrees to my conditions."

Kurt glares at his manipulative ass of a boyfriend, putting him on the spot in the name of social media currency. But what the heck? This could be fun. Plus, turnabout is fair play. He'll get Sebastian back. 

Oh yes. He'll get him back.

Besides, Kurt isn't a stranger to spicy foods. His dad has put plenty of red and green gremlins, each residing on different ends of the Scoville scale, in that disastrous chili he makes every fourth of July. How much worse could eating this one raw be?

"Fine." Kurt snatches the pepper out of Blaine's hand but doesn't bring it anywhere near his mouth.

Blaine, on the other hand, goes all in, grabbing his pepper out of the bag, popping it into his mouth, chewing like crazy, and then swallowing, probably in the hopes that it would hurt less if he did it fast, like pulling off a Bandaid. Then he skates off.

His plan doesn't work too well though. Thirty seconds into his backward crossovers, his face scrunches. He puts a hand to his forehead, squeezing his eyes shut, cheeks flushing beet red before Kurt's eyes. "Jesus Christ! I can't see!"

Kurt fixes steely eyes on his boyfriend, filming and giggling like a fiend as Blaine attempts a triple Axel and singles it, arms flailing when he tries to fan his mouth at the same time. 

"I'm picturing a Speedo," Kurt says as he prepares to drop the Reaper into his mouth. "An embarrassingly tight Speedo, seven gallons of honey, an angry beehive... " He carefully places the pepper on his tongue. His salivary glands kick into overdrive when its waxy exterior makes contact, but he can't persuade his teeth to bite.

"Ooo," Sebastian coos, provoking him. "Blaine covered in bees? That's going to be hilarious! And I can't wait to see his face when he finds out it was your idea. But what are you going to make me do?"

That does it. 

Kurt's teeth clench inadvertently, catching the pepper as it rolls off his tongue and pummeling it to bits between his pearly whites. The burn washes through his mouth, spreading in an instant with the obliterated pepper sitting for too long on his tongue.

"Shit!" he yelps, swallowing what remains whole. He coughs violently, almost puking up his lunch. "Shit shit shit!" 

"Don't die," Sebastian teases. "Not for TikTok."

"Nice to see you have priorities," Kurt growls, overcome by a sudden urge to get as far away from his insufferable boyfriend as his skates can take him. 

Now he has to pull this off so he can rub it in Sebastian's face.

Remembering that Blaine has a head start on him, he forces his feet to move. A swiftly blossoming headache completely erases his new routine from his brain so he begins improvising, starting with the opening of his last Regionals piece. He opens with a pancake spin.

Big mistake.

Crouching low over his bent leg as he spins forces his mouth closed, everything from his gums to his cheeks aflame. 

"Nope!" he sputters. "Nope nope nope!" He ends his spin prematurely, hacking as he settles into backward crossovers. 

These are worse. 

Since he's pushing into the air with his back, none of it hits his face, depriving him of relief. He catches sight of Blaine skating as fast as he can with his mouth wide open, preparing to enter another jump. He performs a double toe loop, then another, then another. Kurt doesn't understand. Blaine doesn't perform doubles in his routine. He's beyond that. 

Then it hits him.

Blaine can do a row of doubles faster than he can perform consecutive triples. He's using rotational inertia to cool his face.

It's genius.

Kurt launches into the air, stringing together three of the most lopsided double Salchows he's ever landed. And he barely lands them at that, overestimating his edge and nicking his toepick. He gives up on his choreography altogether, performing whatever move he has to to shove ice-cold air into his mouth. Element by element, Kurt's routine devolves until his goal becomes keeping his mouth from bursting into flames. 

He can't remember the last time he flubbed up this badly. He and Blaine probably look like drooling dogs doing the most, but his throat burns so badly, he couldn't care less. Kurt's nose runs like a faucet, but nowhere near as much as his eyes, which he has the hardest time prying open. 

He decides to skate blind, praying he doesn't collide with Blaine, whose blades he can no longer identify on the ice. By the time Kurt strikes his final pose, he's puffy-eyed, sweating like no one's business, with his lower jaw hanging to his chest, wheezing as he sucks in mouthfuls of cold air. He can't hear much for the ringing in his ears, but he suspects Sebastian may be laughing his ass off. 

Why did he agree to this again? 

"How did I do?" he asks, skating back to his boyfriend, trying not to touch his tongue to his lips, or his lips to each other.

"Meh. You've done better," Sebastian replies, replaying the video over and over, snickering at choice scenes.

"Thanks, coach," Kurt seethes, wondering how well Sebastian would skate if Kurt shoved one of those peppers up his nose.

"At least you fared better than Blaine."

"Why?" Kurt pants, scanning the rink through the narrow slits of his swollen eyelids. "What happened to him?"

Sebastian jerks a thumb over his shoulder. "Took himself out of the running before his second Axel attempt, the poor schlub."

Kurt peeks over Sebastian's shoulder and spots Blaine, lying on his stomach, tongue pressed flat to the ice.

Kurt makes a face. He doesn't blame the guy, but still. 

Yuck. 

"Blaine? Honey? That's not a good idea."

"Yeah, weirdo. We have milk."

"I 'as saving da 'ilk for 'urt," Blaine explains, not moving his tongue while he does.

"Oh!" Kurt sighs, pressing a hand over his heart, overdoing the swoon because he knows how much it will irk Sebastian. The jerk deserves it. "That's so sweet!"

Blaine smiles. At least it looks like he does.

Sebastian grimaces. Great. Upstaged by a boy who looks like he just Frenched a patch of poison ivy. "Yeah, yeah. Cavity inducing. Get your ass up, Anderson. You're just making it worse. Besides, you're burning a hole through my ice."

[angelsswirl]

Whatever Makes You Happy

Chapter 7: who are you to judge me

I wonder what she thinks of me when you stay awake

After you make love to her, but I'm still on your brain

You watched as Lisa grumbled around the penthouse disgracefully. Kijung and Dohyung seemed to notice as they eyed her oddly and stayed closer to you.

After her fourth time slamming a cupboard shut you had finally had enough.

"Lisa. Is something wrong?" You asked.

She gave you a look that clearly said 'What gave that away?'. She looked like she was about to speak before she turned and realized her kids were within earshot.

You got the hint, "Ki, Doh, did you clean your room like your mother asked earlier?"

"We know this is a ploy to get us out of the room so we don't hear your adult talk." Kijung got up from where he and his twin were playing video games on the livingroom floor.

"But we're running a bet to see who gets in trouble the least this week. So, we'll go." Dohyung continued. With that, they both left the room.

Lisa made a face, "They didn't get that from me." She raised her hands in surrender.

You rolled your eyes playfully.

"Anyway. What's got you all worked up today."

Lisa sighed dramatically before falling onto the couch, letting her body be taken with the momentum.

"My parents want to push up the wedding."

You froze in your seat, not that you had been moving anyway. But you had almost definitely stopped breathing.

You try to tell yourself this isn't a big deal. That Lisa was never yours to begin with. You haven't even had sex or anything like that.

But now, you definitely won't get to.

"Why?" It's soft and croaky and your mildly embarrassed.

"Money. Publicity. Same thing it always is. I thought I was being nice by letting my artists take breaks. Visit their families. But stocks are plummeting."

You fiddled with your fingers, "Then what does that mean..."

Lisa looked at you forlornly and sighed, "Who were we kidding, Y/N..."

That pissed you off.

She was kidding herself. She was the one who got you into this mess. She was the one who hired you on a whim, because she was horny and could probably sense that you were to.

She was the one who gave you false hope. Convinced you that maybe there could be something between the two of you.

And now...nothing.

"I'll be back in a little bit." You said without looking at Lisa. You trudged to the door and grabbed your jacket.

"Where are you going?"

"Taking a day off. Don't wait up."

"Y/N-"

You didn't stay to hear her beg or reason or whatever it was she planned to do.

You just closed the door softly behind you.

~•~

About after thirty minutes of wandering aimlessly, you find yourself at the counter of a medium decency bar.

Your tequila dribbles bitterly over your tongue, but you don't exactly care.

"Hard day?"

You almost flinch out of your skin at the words. You turn toward the voice with a raised eyebrow, and proceed to almost spit out your drink.

The woman is gorgeous. Her soft brown eyes glint with a mischievousness you're mildly terrified of. And yet you feel compelled to talk to her.

"Uh yeah, I guess you can say that."

The woman nodded resolutely, "I've been there. Want to play a little game with me? I promise it'll cheer you up." That mischievous look is back with a vengeance, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't interested.

"...Sure."

"Nice. I'm Jennie, by the way." She held out her hand for you to shake.

"Y/N." You took her hand and shook it.

"So, Y/N. How much do you want to bet that I can get that hot bartender over there to kiss me?" Jennie nodded in the direction of the bartender with a tilt of her head.

You eyed the bartender that was currently at the other end of the bar. She was gorgeous as well and you could see why Jennie would want to kiss her. But if judging by the way she dealt with the rowdy men at the bar, you didn't think she would want to kiss Jennie back.

"Fifty bucks says she laughs in your face." You say. The tequila is definitely kicking in now.

Jennie raised an eyebrow and seemed to hesitate for a split second, before smiling devilishly again.

"Deal."

Jennie scooted closer to you, "I'm going to need to use you for this next scene, if you don't mind."

You shook your head. Jennie nodded and threw her arm around your shoulders. You leaned toward the bar and waved her hand in the air. Grabbing the bartender's attention.

You've never seen someone roll their eyes harder in your life.

"Can I help you?"

"Yes, can you please get this fine woman next to me and I a few shots?" Jennie swayed a bit, playing up her inebriation.

The bartender just stared blankly, "Jennie. This better not be another one of your ploys to make me jealous."

Jennie threw her hands up into the air in exasperation, "Babe! You ruined it. I almost just made you fifty dollars in tips. All you had to do was kiss me."

The woman rolled her eyes again. She turned toward you, "Sorry about my girlfriend here. She turns into a con artist when she's drunk and bored. I'm Jisoo."

You laughed at the situation, "Y/N."

"Nice to meet you, Y/N. What brings you into a moderately dingy bar at 1 am?"

Jennie looked at you as though she wanted to know the answer as well.

You debated telling them, you couldn't really. At least not in great detail. So you resorted to the basics. Maybe, you could finally start to move on if you talked about it with someone.

"Um, there's this girl...I really like her but a relationship is out of reach at the moment and sort of always will be. I guess I always knew that but it didn't really hit until today, y'know?"

Jisoo nodded, "Why's a relationship out of reach if you don't mind me asking?"

You stared down into your empty glass, "Because she's already in one."

"Oh, I can see how that would be a problem." Jisoo slapped Jennie on the arm lightly. Jennie pouted exaggeratedly.

"Okay...what do you like so much about this chick?" Jennie asked as she rubbed her arm.

That's as easy a question as you've ever been asked.

"She's driven, hard working, passionate, strong, funny-"

"She's hot?"

You chuckled, "Very."

Jisoo swiped at the bar counter top.

"It sounds like you really like her..."

"I do." You shook your head tiredly.

"Does she feel the same way about you?"

Lisa was hard to read, but there were somethings even she couldn't hide.

"I believe so."

"...I would like to preface what I'm about to say by emphasizing that I in no way condone cheating. And if anything bad happens, I get plausible deniability. It sounds like you need to listen to your heart."

"What does that mean, Jisoo?"

Jisoo smiled, "Whatever your heart tells you it means."

You blinked at her, so did Jennie, "Thank you for the help, Jisoo." You were only being slightly sarcastic.

She rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time that night. She turned around and grabbed a bottle of some expensive alcoholic drink, "You'll get it in due time. In the meantime, drink up. It's on the house."

You didn't have to even think twice at that demand.

~•~

"Jen Jen.... you and chu are sooo HAWT together...caniwatchsometime." You slinked against Jennie's body and slurred your words together severely.

Jennie had been lucky to get your address out of you. She knocked on the door of the penthouse with a grunt.

"You forgot to mention you were rich." She mumbled.

"I'mnot riiich it's my bossy!"

Before Jennie could ask you to elaborate, the door opened, and that was just about all the elaboration she needed.

You looked from where your head was placed precariously on Jennie's shoulder, "LISSSSAAA! imissedyou. I mean I'm mad at you. Buti did miss you a little bi. I'm drunk."

Jennie pretty much let you fall into Lisa's arms unceremoniously.

"You smell great."

"What did you do to her?" Lisa said rather accusatory.

You can practically hear Jennie cross her arms and roll her eyes even in your state.

"If I did this to her do you think I would bring her home?"

Jennie raised a fair point.

"Fine. Sorry. Thanks for bringing her back..." Lisa sounded as though she would rather poke her eyes out then apologize, but she did anyway. She squeezed the bridge of her nose with the hand that you weren't slung across.

"Jennie. And don't worry. She's my new best friend. She's too good a person to let anything bad happen to." Jennie said pointedly.

"Yeah... Okay. Bye." Lisa attempted to close the door.

"Wait."

"Yes?"

"She's in love with you, y'know?"

Lisa sighed heavily, "I had an idea."

"Look, I know you don't know me. And her and I just met. But I gave her my number and if she calls it and says she's heartbroken over you, because you led her on and let her believe in something that was never obtainable...I don't care if you're some all big and powerful and rich industry mogul, I will ruin your life." Jennie stuffed her hands into her pockets casually.

Lisa ground her teeth together, "Is that a threat?"

Jennie chuckled humorously, "No. It's a promise. It was nice to meet you, Lisa. Take care of her for me."

With that, Jennie turned on her heels, and strutted back down the hall.

Lisa only sighed again and shifted you in her arms.

[doyelikehaggis]

Rowing the Rarepair Rowboat: Damon Salvatore x Luke Parker (The Vampire Diaries)

Stretching, Damon blinks his eyes open against the sunlight streaming in through the windows. He pauses for a moment once he can see properly, taking in the briefly unfamiliar room. Then he spots the Whitmore hoodie flung over the back of a chair and he smiles to himself.

He glances at the empty space on his right. Assuming that classes have probably started already, he just settles back down, not having any reason to leave quite just yet. As he goes to close his eyes again, the door to the little dorm room swings open.

Damon's eyebrows shoot up as Luke walks in, barely noticing that he's awake. He's got an alert, almost panicked look all across his face. It's more the suit that's got Damon's attention.

"Okay," he says, and Luke's head snaps around to look at him. Damon sits up properly and waves a hand lazily at him. "I'll bite. Why?"

Luke's already turned to the mirror to finish buttoning up his shirt. "Why what? And--" he throws a confused glance at Damon's reflection, "--I thought you said you had to leave early today."

"Change of plans." Damon shrugs. "And why to the suit? You're a college student in Virginia majoring in English Lit and History, not some law student in Harvard."

"You know, I did consider law," Luke says. "But Liv said I wasn't allowed to abandon her and she refused even the idea of taking the LSAT's, so." He gives him a wry smile. "English Lit and History. A fair compromise."

Damon's not oblivious. Luke's told him this stuff before, they both know he has. And his voice is just evasive enough, his expression the perfect amount of please buy it and leave it alone.

He considers doing just that. It's not as if Luke has any obligation to tell him anything, and he really shouldn't care if he's keeping something to himself. But for some reason that he can't quite place, he does.

"Nope," he says after a beat. "Strike one. Two more tries."

Luke rolls his eyes and scoffs. Probably because he knows that Damon can't do anything if he just clams up and doesn't tell him. Compulsion doesn't work and Damon wouldn't even think about hurting him. He'd just be left to stew in not knowing.

But then Luke glances at him, their eyes catching. He sighs and drops his hands from his shirt. Finally, he turns to him.

"I... have to meet someone," he says, still vague, still evasive.

Damon's eyes track him around the room, narrowing. "What does that mean?" he asks, watching him pick up a tie from the chair.

Luke raises an eyebrow, cracking an elusively entertained grin at him. "It means I'm meeting someone? For breakfast?"

He pauses for the first time, actually slowing down rather than looking like he's roadrunner on fast forward.

"Hold on. Are you jealous?" he asks, his eyes wide with delight.

"Oh" --Damon's the one scoffing now-- "please. Like I have anything to be jealous of. You're not my boyfriend. You can go off and have secret breakfasts in a fancy suit with whichever stereotypical jocks you like. I could even set you up with two. You've met Matt and Tyler, right?"

That glint of delight only grows brighter, and Luke laughs in disbelief now.

"Oh my god." His tie is momentarily forgotten. "You are totally jealous. Wow. And I thought I was the one who couldn't keep things casual."

Damon rolls his eyes, his jaw tightening as he looks away from him for a moment. That knowing, prodding stare must have some compelling ability of its own because he finds it hard to lie while holding it.

It's irritating enough that Luke's right. A little pit of jealousy has opened up in his chest like it's a black hole trying to suck him in. But he doesn't do jealousy. It's an off-limits emotion and it is certainly not allowed in casual situations involving blond haired, blue eyed, Gemini witches who wanted to be a lawyer.

"But I really don't think you need to be jealous of me having breakfast with my father and sister."

Damon's eyes snap back to him sharply. "Your father? The one who tried to kill me?"

"Don't have another father, so, yeah, that'd be the one," Luke says dryly.

He moves back to the mirror to fix his tie, clearly getting nowhere trying to do it blindly.

"Why exactly is your dear old dad in town?" Damon asks. His eyes narrow again. "And why do you need to be so dressed up to have a very early breakfast with him and Liv?"

Luke visibly hesitates, eyes fixed on his own face reflected back at him. Damon watches his lips part, taking in a breath.

"Because it's our birthday," he says, almost sighing as he does, his shoulders deflating.

There's a twist in Damon's chest, stopping him dead. He stares at him, partly hoping he heard him wrong. That part fades quickly when he sees the dismayed, daunted look in Luke's eyes and knows he didn't.

"If today's your birthday, that would mean..." Damon doesn't need to finish. They both know what it means.

But Luke sighs properly and draws himself back up, replacing his dismay with firm determination. "It means Liv and I are twenty-two and officially of merging age."

Damon's eyebrows furrow. "So, what, you're going to dinner with your dad so you can give him exactly what he wants? To merge you?"

"No." Luke turns back to him and his eyes are blazing far more confidentally than Damon's seen in that crystal blue before. "We're going to convince him to let Jo and Kai merge instead."

It's a terrible plan, Damon decides right away. Many things could go wrong, and not many good outcomes spring to mind. Just the words Jo, Kai, and merge send a chill through him. As does the idea of Luke meeting with his dad now that he and Liv can merge.

"And your reason for thinking that you can talk Papa Parker into that is...?" Damon prompts sarcastically, but he's genuinely hoping Luke has some trick up his sleeve.

"Liv and I have to try," he says.

The hope deflates. So much for that.

Damon finally pushes the covers back from Luke's bed, swinging his legs over the side to stand up.

"Okay, not to sound like I'm doubting you or this idea," he says, and Luke's expression tells him he's not a great liar. "But what if he says no? And if he does miraculously say yes for some insane reason, have you thought of a way to stop Kai the murderous siphon witch who would absorb Jo in a heartbeat?"

"Jo can beat him," Luke insists with just as much confidence that it's starting to unnerve Damon. "She's stronger now."

A whole load of arguments for why this is not going to work jump straight into Damon's mind. As he opens his mouth to voice them, though, Luke takes a step forward and places his hands on both of his arms.

"It's gonne be fine," he says, so easily like he really believes that, even with the touch of anxiety in his voice. "But I really need to go before my dad shows up here looking for me."

Damon grimaces. "Can't imagine that scenario going well."

Luke laughs and shakes his head. "No, me neither. So, feel free to let yourself out whenever you wanna leave. Assuming I don't die during this breakfast, I might see you later."

Damon's still thinking of reasons why this isn't going to go well. But Luke's convinced, and this plan might not necessarily fail. Hopefully.

He sighs, his lips pressing together. His eyes dart down and Luke arches an eyebrow.

"You're not gonna convince anyone to do anything with your tie like that," he says.

Reaching down, he undoes the practically perfect knot and redoes it himself. Luke just smiles, his gaze strangely soft as it remains fixed on him the entire time.

"You gonna kiss me for good luck next?" Luke jokes.

Damon's mouth twitches. He finishes and pats Luke's chest, acting like he's going to step back. His fingers curl around the tie again, but he pulls this time and presses his lips to his.

Luke's still smiling as he returns the kiss, his amusement passing over to Damon. Then his hands are between them, on Damon's chest, and he pushes himself back.

"For luck," Damon says, winking, letting go of him completely. He shrugs. "And in case your crazy father decides to kill you. It would be cruel to not get one last kiss to remember you."

Luke scoffs, shaking his head at him, but his smile is still in place as he turns away from him and heads for the door.

Damon's positive he's going to have to think of something fast to deal with whatever the fallout of this is going to be but he has some hope that it'll work. If he ignores the clamping sense of dread that's weighing down on him for some reason. He's sure it's nothing. Nothing at all.

[the-writing-dump-bin]

Mista request

Tumblr must have glitched and I lost the ask, but I had gotten a request for smutty Mista and F/Reader. So here you go, Anon, I hope you like it ☺

MILD N*S*F*W 18+

Today was like any other day these past couple weeks. Everyone went out on missions while you sat back at the restaurant on your own. "Don't worry, I'll find you a job that would be suited for you." Bruno had told you over and over. But with each passing day, that hope seemed to slip away.

Aimlessly twirling your fork, you looked up to see Mista turn the corner and head to the table. Your eyes met his as you two shared a look of annoyance. It wasn't that you hated each other, it just seemed like the two of you didn't get along that well. "Its just you here?" He said flatly.

"Don't act so disappointed." You answered sarcastically before filling your mouth with food. "Done your mission?"

Taking a seat across from you, Mista sat down; the waiter came by to fill a glass of water for him. "Yeah." He grunted. "The others went home and I was hungry so I came here. Thought I would be alone."

You rolled your eyes. "Again, sorry to disappoint."

"Why are you here anyways?"

"I've been coming here by myself for the last few days while everyone has gone and done missions. I'm just waiting my turn."

The waiter came by again to take Mista's order then turned to you. "Is there anything else I could bring you?"

"Just the bill is fine, thank you." You smiled.

"Oh, no," the waiter held up a hand. "Its on me again. Enjoy your day." Once the waiter left, you smirked. This was the third time this week the same waiter paid for your meal.

"That's not fair." Mista grumbled. "He's only giving you free food because he obviously has a crush on you." He eyed you while you wiped your mouth free from any mess.

"So, what if he does? You guys get free food here too." Setting the napkin down, you stood up to leave. "Enjoy your meal, Mista. Oh!" Before you could make your way to the exit, Bucciarati came around the corner and nearly bumped into you.

"Ah, Y/N, I finally found you." Bucciarati looked to his left and noticed Mista sitting at their regular table. "And you're here too, Mista. Perfect! I have a mission for you guys."

Mista's face fell to a pout while yours shined bright with a smile. "I'm sorry, Mista, I know you just came back from one." Bucciarati was sympathetic for his friend. He pulled a chair out for himself and you returned to the chair you had and listened for your orders.

"There is a duo that is causing trouble on a couples retreat island not too far from here. Rumor has it that they are trying to kidnap people for ransom. I need you two to go undercover and fix the problem before anyone gets seriously harmed."

"So we have to use ourselves as bait to get closer to them?" You asked.

"Wait, what do you mean by 'undercover'?"

Bucciarati knit his brows together. "I was sure I was pretty obvious about that. Its a couples retreat. I'm sending you and Y/N to pose as a couple to put an end to them."

Mista and you looked at each other with wide eyes. The two of you didn't get along that well in the first place, now you had to act like a couple? Neither of you were thrilled, but a job was a job. "Fine." You huffed. Bucciarati handed you plane tickets for you and Mista, stood up and left.

The tension between you two was thick. No words were spoken for a while, even when the waiter came back with Mista's order. "Oh, you're still here? Could I get you anything? More water? Dessert?"

"Four pieces of cake, thanks." You said without taking your eyes off the man across from you. By the time the waiter came back with your cake, Mista was halfway through his meal. He set the cakes down between the two of you and walked away.

The cakes sat there, untouched. You had no intention on eating them. Mista glared at you with anger as he finished his food. "You did that to annoy me, didn't you?" You didn't have to confirm. Getting up from the chair, you made your way out. "I'll meet you at the airport in an hour." You patted his head, hat becoming crooked. "See you then, hunny."

---

The heat off the runway hit you hard as you and Mista got off the plane. Scanning the area, it looked to be safe for now. "So how do you want to do this?" You asked, grabbing your luggage.

"Well, they're targeting couples, so we would probably have to stand out more to get noticed by them." He hesitated for a moment, but eventually grabbed your hand. His cheeks were flushed with pink, his eyes looking around at anything but you. "Lets get to the resort and figure out our next move."

Why did your heart pick up pace when Mista grabbed your hand? You didn't think his hands to be soft, but they were. He was right, though. Now was the time to act like a couple if you wanted to complete the mission, so you laced your fingers with his and walked to the resort's hotel.

"This... Is not what I expected."

The room was definitely made for couples, the way it was decorated. The walls were painted a dusty pink with romantic paintings hanging off of them. Wine and champagne bottles sat atop the table in the corner. There were two large glass doors that would lead you out the the balcony. The bed was king size, silky red sheets and bedding. What was more off putting was the mirrors on the ceiling, making your face scrunch.

"Is.. Is this a honeymoon suite?" Mista questioned out loud, setting the suitcases down and shutting the door. "Why would Bucciarati book this room?"

"Maybe to get the enemy to target us quicker?" You shrugged. "What's more of a target than newlyweds?"

"Pretending to be in a relationship with you was one thing, but we have to act like we're married?!"

You narrowed your eyes. "You think this is a skip in the field for me too? A job is a job." Standing in front of him, you poked him in the chest. "Now let's start investigating."

---

The afternoon was a bust.

Nothing seemed that out of the ordinary as you and Mista took part in couples activities. It was awkward, but you had to push through it.

"Ugh, come on! Aren't you ready yet?" Mista yelled at you through the bathroom door of your shared room. "Women just take forever."

"And men whine and complain a lot." You retorted. "I'm almost done." You were getting ready for dinner with Mista, hoping to find the people who were kidnapping tourists.

The sound of the door opened and Mista sat up from the bed. "Finally, are you ready to-" he stopped talking when his eyes took you in. The dress you wore fit you perfectly, the way you had your hair brought out your features. The pink in his cheeks returned and he stumbled over his words a little bit. "You... You look... Good." He moved closer to you.

It was your turn to blush now, also taken with how Mista looked. You had never seen him without his hat before, which he took off for the occasion. His hair was dark and short; the suit brought out his dreamy eyes. "You... Look good, too." The small gap between became even smaller when you moved forward as well. "We, um, should head downstairs, you know, we have to complete this mission."

"Right." He nodded and stepped back a little. "The mission. Let's go."

During dinner, you two had made yourselves noticeable to attract the attention of the enemy. From flirtatious banter to feeding each other. It was embarrassing for the both of you with a bunch of eyes from the other tables staring and muttering about you. Then you caught sight of something odd.

A few tables over were two men sitting alone, looking right at you. "Mista..." You looked all lovey dovey at him. "I think I found them, a couple tables over to the left. They're looking at us." Mista shifted his eyes to look subtly. "Quick, Mista, kiss me."

"What?!"

"I said kiss me!" You grabbed at his suit and pulled him to you, planting your lips on his. The kiss was hasty, but you made it look like you were kissing your new husband. When you pulled away, you looked at the men at the table. They stood up, but didn't move anywhere. When you followed their gaze, you seen that they were actually looking at two women who walked through the door behind you guys. They were waiting for their own wives to arrive.

Sighing with frustration, you let your grip on Mista's suit loosen and sat back. "How are we supposed to find these people?!"

Mista sat still. The feel of your lips lingered on his. His heart raced and his breath hitched. What was this feeling? He tolerated you since you became a member of the gang, but since this mission started, he had started feeling something more towards you. It was like...he wanted you. "Where are you going?" He asked when you stood up.

"I'm going back to the room. This whole day has been coming up empty and I'm going to relax for a bit. You comin'?"

Mista's body acted on its own and stood up, following you back to the room. In the elevator, you noticed him clench his hand in and out of a fist, like he was holding something back. Once back at your room, he held the door open for you, but he didn't look at you. "Hey," you took his hands in yours after he shut the door. "Are you feeling okay?"

"I-I'm... I don't know." He huffed.

"Was it the kiss?"

His eyes widened and his head snapped to you. It was the kiss. He hadn't stopped thinking about it since it happened, as fake as it had been. But it wasn't the only thing he had been thinking about. He actually had fun with you during the day and throughout dinner. "I-It's fine. It was just for show, not like I would want you to kiss me for real anyways. Or me kiss you, that's just stupid."

You can see he was visually flustered with the way he avoided eye contact with you. Its not like you weren't feeling anything either. To be honest, you probably would have kept kissing him if you weren't distracted by those two a couple tables over. Would have done it better, too.

What was taking over you? Your mind started to cloud as you took in the sight of the handsome man shifting his feet in front of you. He was taken off guard when he noticed you against him, pushing him gently to the nearest wall, hands on his chest and face so close to his. "Wh-What are you doing?"

Your noses touched, you could feel each other's sharp intake of air. Your hands traveled up to the back of his head and pulled him in for a slow and sensual kiss. One a hell of a lot better than before. He kissed you back, melting with each one. His own hands rested on your hips, finger tips digging into you.

Bringing you hands back down, you pushed the jacket of his suit off his shoulders, letting it fall behind him to the floor and started undoing the buttons of his shirt. He grabbed the zipper of your dress and pulled down, letting his free hand explore your exposed back. The dress fell softly to the floor next to his jacket as you brought up your legs one at a time to remove your shoes.

Mista took the lead and backed you to the bed, shedding the shirt you undid. Slowly and gently, he placed you on it and removed his pants, climbing on top of you. He couldn't help himself. Like he had no control over his mind and his body was on autopilot. The feel of his body on yours sent exciting jolts throughout you and you wanted more. "Mista..." Looking up, you saw yourself and Mista in a tangle from the mirrors that were on the ceiling. Earlier, you thought of it as unnecessary and disturbing, but seeing the two of you wrapped up like this made the experience thrilling.

Your hands roved his back; finger tips sinking into his skin every time you felt a rush of excitement. You needed to feel him more. Reaching down, you grabbed between his legs and guided him towards your entrance. He complied and entered you slowly; he was afraid to hurt you. Sharp gasps emitted from your mouth as you took him in, your walls adjusting to accommodate him. He set his hips at a steady pace as he slid in and out of you, making you moan with pleasure. "Oh... Oh, Mista..."

Mista pinned your wrists to the bed and continued to thrust into you, watching your beasts bounce with each movement. "You're so beautiful. How have I never noticed this before?" Leaning down, he connected his lips to yours again. "This feels so good. You feel so good."

Picking up his pace, he drove his cock into you faster; the noises you made spurring him on. "God, Mista! Fuck me harder!" You whined with laboured breaths. You could feel the tightness in your core on the brink of snapping. Mista reared back again and went as fast as he could, watching your face as your orgasm was reaching its peak.

Eyes rolling back, you let the exhilarating pleasure take over you. Mista was feeling his too as he tilted his head back and watched the two of you be thrown into bliss from the mirrors above. After he had emptied himself inside you, he slowly pulled out and buried his face in the crook of your neck, sucking small bruises into your skin. You let your hand rest on the back of his head, softly stroking his hair with your fingers. Being together like this was something you never thought would happen between the two of you, but here you were.

"Y/N..." He whispered. "When we get back home... Do we go back to the way we were, or do you want to keep pretending?"

That was a good question. What does happen next? What would the rest of the gang think if you two struck up a relationship? Would Bucciarati allow it? Kissing his temple, you closed your eyes. "Let's keep pretending, see how far we can get."

You could feel his mouth form a smile as he made his way down your body with a trail of kisses. "The night is still young. There is still a bottle of wine on the table. Let's have some more fun."

---

Meanwhile, back home at the restaurant, the rest of the gang sat at their regular table. "I hope our mission was a success." Fugo said, taking the last bite of his meal.

"What did you tell them, Bucciarati?" Abbacchio asked.

"I told them that there was someone kidnapping tourists on a couples retreat. They fell for it and set off for their fake mission. If it was a success, they'll come back as a couple themselves."

"I can't wait to hear what they thought of the room!" Narancia said excitedly. "I booked them the most romantic room the resort had!"

"Let it be known that I had suggested just a normal room." Giorno put his hand up, defending himself from Narancia's shenanigans.

"When are they supposed to get back?"

Bucciarati smiled. "I'll give them a couple more days together, then I will tell them the kidnappers were caught at a different resort and bring them home."

[estrxlar]

The Ghost Of You

08 - Confession

This chapter's songs:

Off and On; SALES

Heaven; Clairo

A Pearl; Mitski

- Y.L. Perspective

   "Hey."

   The word is distant yet close, making me gasp awake. When my eyes open, I'm in sight of the foggy wet window causing pitter-patter in front of me. 'It rained.' I thought, looking out to the concrete that was soaked. Not that it bothered me; rain was one of the many things that I enjoyed.

  Coming back to reality, I notice that the scenery outside is too familiar, and not long after do I realize we're parked right outside of my house, waiting for me to awake. At first, I'm completely tripped out that I had teleported from the skate park to here, but it was just a generous favor from Sugawara.

  And suddenly, everything from last night comes to mind.

  After Suga had kissed first me, we'd spent more than enough time on each other's faces. But the last thing I remember is sopping down on my seat and falling asleep, worn out, instead of coming up with an excuse of why I made the stupid decision of making out with him. There was not one thing fair about me knocked out in his passenger seat while he reflected on my behalf as well.

But thankfully it appeared Koushi didn't care all that much. Getting me home was one of his priorities this morning.

  "What time is it?" I yawn, stretching out my limbs as far as they can go, but that's only to where the seat's leg space ends.

   "It's ten AM. But it's a Saturday, so you should probably get some rest today. You went to sleep pretty late last night, and you didn't look very comfortable." He describes, leaning on the door window, staring at the pouring rain. It enlightened me that Suga cares about my rest, but what about him? From what I understand, he stayed up just as long as I did. If not, longer.

  So, I decided I should offer something that I was hoping wouldn't make him uncomfortable or jump to conclusions. "Uhm...if you're tired then you can come in too, and we can just stay here for the day until you wanna go home, " I tell him, mirroring his action, and resting both my head and arm on the window.

  The invitation seemed to surprise him, for he had quickly whirled his head towards me, asking, "Wait, are you sure? Y-your mom won't be mad that I'm over? Cause– you know..." he trails off, anxiously pressing his palms together, and looking downwards. It came off that he felt almost ashamed that we shared an intimate moment, which wasn't something that he should be responsible for. But even so, I still wanted to spend more time with him. If I'm being completely honest, I wasn't sure if it was because I liked him, or because he was such a refreshing person to be around, but he made me feel better than I had felt in a long time.

   "Suga, I'm sure. Look, if you don't wanna hang out that's fine. I was just asking because you seemed tired and said you don't wanna be home right now." My eyes snake from his chest to his eyes, hoping it would give him an understanding that I really wanted him to come inside. "So, do you wanna?"

  Sugawara gulps in nervousness, clearing his throat before speaking. "Uh, yeah. Sure. But we better hurry up, or we'll get soaked."

- K. S. Perspective

   I wait behind her light brown painted door, running my hands through my damp hair. Small noises of clatter are heard, while I uncomfortably stand outside of her room, waiting for her to open up. To be honest, I wasn't sure about being casually invited into her house after last night. All that ran through my head was, 'did she even like it? Does she feel uncomfortable? What if she wants to go further?

Should I confess right now?'

Finally, her door pops open, revealing her in a change of comfortable clothing and the room behind her. "Uhm, come in," she says, pulling the door wider for me to come in. The room consisted of regular decorations I thought she'd have: anime and music artist posters, a random guitar, a few color-changing lights, and a bean bag chair. "I know it's weird and all. I guess I just haven't gotten the chance to redo my room."

"No, it's—it's fun," I tell her, sticking my hands in my pants pocket. I had to say, it'd been quite a while since I'd been in a girl's room so casually. Not that I was jumping to conclusions, but I was hoping she'd want to discuss things over what had happened. That way I could make it clear to her that I wasn't playing around with her feelings.

  She shuffled towards her messy bed, turning towards me, before falling backward onto it. Her loud yawn and stretch echo throughout the room, as well as the low music that she had playing on a home speaker on her dresser. As much as I wanted to feel relaxed, I hardly could. I felt almost scared to stand in her room alone right after we had made out. All I could think of was running my hand against her skin, and rubbing my lips against her hot neck. Now she was casually laying on her bed, looking back at me with absolutely no expression.

  "Come, come, " she says, holding out a hand towards me, which makes my anxiety advance to an entirely new level. But following her orders, I hesitantly take it, quickly being pulled to where she laid. The sudden action has me wide-eyed and rested on my side, facing only Y/n. Though I tried hiding my uneasiness, she eventually broke my cover with a simple sentence. "I feel so tired. Don't you?"

I nod, before gulping almost too loudly. However, Y/n keeps her gaze on me, gradually making her eye rests longer. Feeling the dirtiest in the room, I begin to distance myself from her stature, removing the dark paid cover-up that spread over my shoulders, as well as a few accessories I had and tossed them on a small desk at the side of her bed. Then, I took out my phone, deciding it was best to talk to Daichi about everything; I was hoping my friends weren't angry I had ditched them so suddenly.

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Daichi

How was the party?

Weren't you there?

I left earlier than expected

Around what time?

12:00 AM

That's not that early

Anyways, it was fine I guess

Everyone was being stupid and drunk

I know, good thing I didn't stay so long

Miya said you left with Y/n-?

Yeah, but I just took her out cause she wasn't having a good time

Well, I just took her to some park where we spent the night in my car and I drove her home today

Now we're just napping in her room

I thought you said you wanted to see how things went with her :(

Don't worry we didn't do anything

At least not something extreme

What'd you do??

Uh

We just kind of made out for a few minutes

But it wasn't bad or anything

It was nice

Pls don't tell anybody because I'm not sure how to tell her yet

That you're in love with her?? Ahh ok-.-

I'm not in love with her,

Koushi, you told me you've never wanted to want to make somebody feel loved the way you did Y/n.

Well

Uh

Whatever

Are you coming to the practice game today?

Oh yeah

What time

In like thirty minutes

Are you serious

But I needed to talk to y/n

I was gonna wait till she woke up

Sorry man

Just leave her a note you'll be back?

Yeah, ok

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As Daichi had told me to, I decided to find the nearest paper and pen that sat lazily on Y/n's desk. But instead of tossing a few words to excise my absence, I thought of doing something very stupid and risky.

I left a love letter.

At first, I felt as if I was being nothing but a coward for not telling her personally. What would she think if I had just run off and left a confession for her to run through my herself? But after realizing that I could let her think things through, I thought it was the best idea I had that entire year.

And so, I wrote my feelings down quicker than ever imagined, fitting in what I could to convince Y/n of my love for her.

To y/n,

This is one of the most idiotic things I could have done to tell you, but I have a practice game and I can't afford to miss practice right now. As you know, I'm on the edge of having my position taken.

Y/n, after about a week of knowing you I realized that you make me feel like a better person. When I hear your voice or get the benefit of making you smile, it feels like I'm on a high off of you. You're the most beautiful, talented girl have ever met in my life. Without you, I don't think I could have lasted this first week.

I remember the feeling you gave me when we were younger. Even if you didn't talk to me, or didn't acknowledge my existence very much, I still wanted to discover every corner of you. I thought I wouldn't have ever met someone that I was so passionate about like I was for you. And when our first year of high school ended, I felt heartbroken by the fact that I didn't get to tell you how I felt about you. How your essence made my heart warm, how your skin makes me crave touching you, how much space you filled up in my small brain.

When I had seen you on the bus that one morning, I couldn't believe how much you've grown. I know this is personal for you, but you were in a bad state, and it caused me pain to see that you felt alone, and you didn't know how much I cared for you. So when I saw how much you were taking care of yourself, it brought me to hope that I could do the same. If you didn't already know, after my mom had died, I started creating bad habits and ruined my self-portrait. I felt like there was no way out, and that I was useless. But then I met you, again. You brought me to become a better person for myself, Y/n.

I don't want to rush you into anything, but I feel like I should confess to you that I'm in love with you. I've never had the feelings I have for you. Every day I find myself thinking of how lovely you are. And after what had happened last night, I realized, why wait? Why wait to tell you this the way I did in my first year? If I did, then I'm gonna run out of time. I want you more than I've ever wanted anything, Y/n. I think I'm scared that you won't look at me the same, or that you think I'm a burden to you. But at this point, I think I've run out of space to store what I feel for you.

Overall, I love you, Y/n. Please, do me the honor of being with me.

Love, Koushi.

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I'M SO SORRY FOR SUCH A SHORT CHAPTER YOU GUYS<\3. But I hope you appreciate it. Please comment and note bc it really helps

As always, I love you guys

- estrxlar

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summary: She needs someone to fact-check her written work, he needs to prove to his friends that he can commit to a relationship. The solution, obviously, is a contract that could benefit both of them. And if they end up catching feels? Well, shit.

pairing: Oikawa Tooru x reader

genre: fake dating, contracts, smut [DNI if you’re a minor (<18)], humour, slight coming-of-age tropes

disclaimer: I do not on any of the Haikyuu! characters. They rightfully belong to Haruichi Furudate. I don’t own any of the media in this smau unless otherwise stated and all credits go to the owner.

© All ideas and content otherwise belong to sunamonosalad 2021. No translations, reposting, and/or modifying of this fan work is allowed without my explicit permission.

"And that'll be the end of today's class. We will resume on Thursday. Have a good day everyone." 

The sounds of computers and tablets closing filled the lecture hall as students began to pack up, the mini tables attached to the chairs folding away with a loud thud as, slowly, they began to get up and stretch.

Y/N was one of these students, her arms stretching upwards with a groan.

Tuesdays and Thursdays held the longer classes--about 80 minutes long--during the week due to only having two days per week allotted to them. Normally, it was a tolerable length of time (though Y/N preferred her MWF classes since they were only 50 minutes long), but her Organic Chemistry class seemed to have the ability to slow down time. 

No matter how often she looked at the clock on the corner of her screen, the numbers remained the same even as it felt as if hours had already passed.

With a sigh and a shake of her head, Y/N grabbed her backpack and tugged it on as she exited the aisle right behind her seatmate, taking care not to lose him in the crowd of students slowly migrating out of the hall.

The next class held in her lecture room were gathered by the doors with some of the more keener students slipping past those exiting the hall to try and get a front row seat. Y/N never really understood those students--she couldn't fathom why anyone would choose to sit so close to the screens so much so that they had to crane their heads up to see the slides. She compared it to going to the movie theater and choosing to sit at the front rather than a seat where you could be comfortable the entire time.

Clicking her tongue as one of the keen students bumped into her shoulder in his hurry inside, Y/N grumbled internally. 

Sometimes some people just don't heed the unspoken rule of waiting for the previous class to leave first before entering yourselves. The class after them was notorious for having plenty of students forcing their way past the exiting crowd. Really, the only good thing about this class was--Ah.

With a small smile decorating her lips, Y/N tapped Kunimi on the shoulder as she passed by.

Her friend glanced up from his phone and nodded back in greeting before tapping his index finger against his phone as an indication. Raising her brows in question, Y/N took out her phone just as Kunimi slipped inside the lecture hall.

Slipping your phone back into your cardigan, you quickened your pace so you could catch up to your long-legged companion's own strides.

"You need to match your pace with me, Kuroo," Y/N huffed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "You walk too fast and since you're tall you're practically covering double the amount of ground I cover."

Her seatmate in organic chemistry, Kuroo Tetsurou, only sent her a cheeky grin.

Really, she wondered what compelled her to ask Hinata and Kenma's friend for help in ochem as prior to their agreement this semester, they were practically strangers who had mutual friends. Then she remembered the first quiz mark she got in this class and inwardly groaned.

"Thanks again for sitting with me during your free period and then tutoring me." Embarrassed, Y/N rubbed her neck sheepishly as the older man eyed her curiously. "I mean, you practically didn't know me before this year. Plus you won't even let me pay you for your help. Really, I'm thankful since you're kinda the only thing keeping my grades in this class afloat."

Kuroo shrugged. "We're both students and we're both in debt. I don't think it's fair to ask you to pay me just so you can succeed in something you're having trouble with. Like I said, the only payment I'll take is you putting in the effort to learning and actually trying to figure the problems out first before coming to me for help." He slowed his pace down enough for Y/N to walk comfortably and flashed her a crooked grin. "And honestly, it's been a while since I've done any chemistry so I'm glad for this chance. Your classes get so specialized and so fast-paced in upper years that learning something introductory is a nice change of pace. So really, you don't need to thank me every time.

"Anyway, what are you planning to get from the caf?" Kuroo asked.

 "I'll just be getting my regular, I guess." She said as they approached the cafeteria atrium. "First one to finish finds us a table?"

"Deal, but heads up. I'm gonna be getting a donair." Kuroo gestured his thumb over at one of the more popular food stalls and wrinkled his nose at the long line. "You'll probably finish before me so just send me a text where you get one."

"Yep, yep." 

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By the time Y/N managed to grab her food and find a spare table, Kuroo was still in line with three people ahead of him. From her seat, she could see him scrolling through his phone, his other finger tapping rhythmically on the side of his dark jeans. Dressed the way he is--a simple red oxford shirt, dark jeans, and dress shoes--and looking the way he does, it was no wonder the man was attractive.

A glance around him further confirmed her thoughts. She could see a couple of girls a few tables away from her giggling as they whispered fervently to each other, their eyes darting to Kuroo every so often.

In front of her, the line moved up and Kuroo moved one step closer to getting his food and finally settling beside her. She didn't envy the way he was still carrying his backpack and from the way he shifted his weight from foot to foot, the weight bothered him as well.

Deciding that Kuroo would probably get his food and be seated in front of her in ten minutes, she covered her Favourite/Food and opted to wait for him before starting. Instead, she pulled out her phone and checked her notifications.

There was a thread between Kiyoko and Hitoka and a reply from Kei. She checked and quickly replied to those first before opening up her group chat with Kiyoko, Hitoka, and Sugawara.

♡ Contractual Obligations ♡

A/N: Aaaa. I realized this will be a blend of smau and traditional fic because there will be smut and also I want things to flow and for the reader to be there in the moment rather than reading about it. Sorry for the late update, I've been recharging for the past week or so since I've been feeling a bit drained 🥲. But nevertheless, here's the first chapter!

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[vampirepiss]

look, i know about the milkman jokes but i think it'd be funny if the twist was that nacha and francis were like cousins. anastacha and francis just took more after some great grandfather or something.

would be a sad day for the shippers though