#trying to enjoy this damn company is hard sometimes. fuck

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a sinner i am

If its so wrong, why does it feel so good?

trope: Boyfriend's Dad PP character: Joel Miller x f reader summary: Your boyfriend Shawn Miller and his dad Joel bring you along to Hawaii for Christmas vacation. Things don't go as planned.

warning: 10/10 on the sexual tension scale, slowishh burn, kissing, grinding, cheating on your bf (but it’s cool, cuz its with Joel and everything is fictional in this universe), alternative universe b/c daddy miller stays alive and hates golf and he has a son named Shawn, no Sarah. rating: E

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part i :

The best things in life are the people we love, the places we’ve been, and all the memories we’ve made along the way. - author unknown

"Loving him is a sin; of that I'm fully aware. But a sinner I am." - Bella Jewel

Your boyfriend Shawn brings over two iced coffees as the two of you work on a crossword together at your local coffee shop. You have been filling in the squares quickly.

"Thanks babe," you say warmly as you take the coffee from him. He presses a kiss to your temple, taking a seat next to you. 

"Damn, you're fast this mornin'," he says when he sees all you've filled in. It's a tradition for the two of you; weekend crosswords over coffee. It's nice. It's domestic. 

It's a little boring. 

You're college sweethearts who met your sophomore year and have been inseparable since. And while the love is still very much there the butterflies have unfortunately been hibernating for a while. 

It's normal, you tell yourself when you sometimes zone out during sex. It's normal when you've been together with someone so long. 

"It's so nice to be doing this instead of college essays," you say. 

"Fuck yeah it is." 

This is your first summer of freedom without the threat of schoolwork looming in the near distance. Shawn is starting his master's in the fall and you've just accepted a position at the local museum. 

“Just think I’ll actually be able to enjoy Christmas this year,” you tease. “Unlike someone who’ll be working on essays.”

“Hey now,” Shawn says with mock offence. “I’ll be able to enjoy my Christmas just fine. Actually, my dad wants to celebrate Christmas somewhere warm this year. He's talkin' about some resort in Hawaii."

Shawn comes from money, the son of the infamous Joel Miller of The Miller Company, the premiere construction firm in Texas. This means expensive vacations, nice cars, all of that is normal for him. You meanwhile have had to work hard for everything you have.

Being left behind at Christmas seems strangely unkind for the normally thoughtful head of the Miller family. Shawn's dad has always treated you like one of the family so this news is unexpected.

"Have a great time," you say trying not to be jealous. "Bring me back some chocolate macadamia nuts."

You can admit that even though both Shawn and his father are humble, kind men, you're always a bit bitter that they live so nicely. Leaving you out of their holiday vacation seems especially unkind. 

"He's taking both of us babe," Shawn says with a grin. "You think he's gonna leave you behind on Christmas? After you’ve spent the last six with us?" 

Christmas in Hawaii? Is this a dream? Your pencil lays forgotten on the table as you gape open-jawed at your boyfriend. 

"Are you serious?"

"Babe," Shawn says meaningfully. "My dad likes you better than he likes me. Of course you're invited."

You've always gotten along with Joel. It's impossible not to. He's friendly, funny and charming. There's a reason he's good at his job. And you're a good girl, a kind girlfriend to his son with clear career ambitions. 

A smile breaks out over your features and you pull Shawn into a tight hug. He chuckles, embracing you back, kissing your cheek. 

"Make sure you don’t overpack, okay?" He murmurs in your ear as you giggle. “I don’t feel like helping you haul six bags of shoes for a week-long trip.”

Thoughts of lounging by the pool with a drink in one hand and a magazine in the other while the Hawaiian sun beats down on you is all too enticing. You kiss him fiercely, imagining the time together.

"I can't wait." 

The two of you finish the crossword puzzle all the while talking about the drinks and food and the excursions you'll both take. 

"Maybe once I've got a handle on school we can think about findin' an apartment in the new year," Shawn broaches, his hand over yours.

Sex fades, but this? This domestic stuff you have with Shawn? That's special. That's love. 

“Yeah, I’d love that.”

He gives you a smile, that dimple poking out of his cheek that makes you swoon.

"Ready to go?" Shawn asks, extending his hand to you when your coffees are drained. 

"Yeah," you say with your hand taking his. "Let's go."

When December twentieth announces itself with a thunderstorm you couldn’t care less because you’re at the airport. Your large rolling bag bag is stuffed with cute outfits, swimsuits and even some snorkelling gear. 

"Feels like you got a dead body in here," Shawn laughs as he struggles with the two bags, handing you yours before swinging an arm around your shoulders. 

"I wanted to be prepared."

"Let's go my little Girl Scout," he laughs with a gentle kiss to your temple. You both check in and then find your boarding gate. 

"I'm gonna grab breakfast, you want anything?" Shawn asks as he parks you and the suitcases by the gate full of noisy travellers. 

"Nah, I'm good." 

Shawn jogs off in the direction of a Starbucks you passed on your way in. 

Out the larger windows you can see planes taking off. You've never flown before; you thought that you'd be excited. But at the first view of those planes out the window you feel your stomach drop. 

They’re so big and bulky. How does it fly properly? It couldn’t. What if people shift around too much in their seats? Surely this can’t be a safe form of travel!

You pull out your phone, distracting yourself with a game. You try for several moments but your eyes keep being drawn to the huge planes outside. You grimace, wondering if you should have gotten your doctor to prescribe you something for anxiety. 

"Cheer up," a voice says. "You look like you're goin' to prison, not a five star resort." 

You glance over to see Shawn's dad, Joel, at the other side of you, an amused look on his handsome face. He's wearing jeans and a faded grey Longhorns t-shirt. You're momentarily thrown as normally you see him in dress pants and button downs for work. 

"I'm excited for the resort, just not the giant metal death box hurling through the air that is my only means of getting there." 

"Touche."

Shawn jokes about Joel liking you better then he likes him, but the truth is you and Joel are very similar. Your senses of humour, your ability to read people, your tendency to see the worst in people before they prove themselves worthy.

Shawn is more like his mom, sweet and naive at times, always seeing the good in people. It's ironic considering which parent stuck around to raise him and which one escaped the country six years after Shawn was born. 

Joel takes the empty seat next to you, his kneecap kissing yours as he pulls out his phone. 

"Never flown before," you explain. 

"Ah, I see," Joel puts his phone in his pocket, his attention fully fixed on your face. "Well what if I told you it's actually the safest way to travel?"

"I'd call you a liar."

Joel chuckles richly, his hand falling to your knee and squeezing as he laughs. 

"I promise you, I wouldn't take you on anything unsafe. And if all that's not good enough, you'll have Shawn beside you holding your hand the whole time."

You grin at that, nodding. The thought of Shawn being there does help your anxiety. Joel smiles back, eyes crinkling in the corners. 

"Thank you so much for inviting me along in this trip, Joel. I've always wanted to go to Hawaii."

"S'a beautiful place," Joel nods. "And you don't need to thank me. You're practically family at this point." 

Shawn returns with a muffin and two coffees in hand. 

"Hey dad, got you a coffee," Shawn says handing it to his father. 

"Thanks," Joel says gratefully. Just then the intercom alert sounds 

"Good afternoon passengers.This is the announcement for flight 82B for Oahu, Hawaii. We are now inviting passengers to begin boarding. Please have your boarding pass and identification ready. Thank you.”

“That’s us.”

The lineup goes uncomfortably fast. You stand beside Sean who is talking to Joel behind you, the two of them deep in conversation about football, a subject you couldn't care less about. You are still too preoccupied with the flight, being surrounded by almost all strangers sailing through the sky. 

You're not a fan of heights. So when you get to the door of the plane you hesitate, willing your foot to move. When it doesn't and the flight attendants shoot you a confused look, you feel yourself start to panic. 

Shawn has gone on ahead to grab your seats and place your carry-on bag in the overhead bin, not noticing that you're not behind him. A large hand flies to the small of your back, a comforting gesture. Joel. He rubs there, soothing you. 

"You'll be okay darlin'," he rumbles in your ear. "Remember, it’s safer than drivin' a car."

“Liar.”

Joel’s deep chuckle makes you grin and you allow Joel to gently prod you onto the plane, shooting the waiting attendants grateful looks for their patience. He takes his seat near the front, watching as you make your way to your seat next to Shawn. As you buckle in a thought occurs to you and you move your voice to a whisper.

"Isn't it gonna be kinda weird with us being there all week with just your dad? I mean, sharing the place and all?" 

"Nah, he made sure the rooms were far apart. Plus, he invited his girlfriend to come along so I doubt we'll see much of him."

Joel is a chronic workaholic, often pulling late nights and working on his phone. You’ve seen him out and about with beautiful women at the events Shawn takes you to but never formally dating them. You always assumed to be a lifelong bachelor. You wouldn't blame him, especially after what he's been through with Shawn's mother. 

"I didn't know he had a girlfriend," you say honestly. "Good for him."

"A couple months now," your boyfriend tells you. "You know my dad, mister private. But he took me to dinner and told me about her so I think he's getting serious." 

"That's really sweet," you say honestly. You want nothing but the best for him. 

All of a sudden the plane starts to jiggle, sending people stumbling down the aisles and others gasping in surprise. You reach over and grab Shawn's hand, trying to regulate your breathing. 

"Not so tight, babe," Shawn complains before gently sliding his hand from under yours. "You scratched me with your nails."

"Sorry," you mumble, eyes closed as the jostling of the plane continues.  

You tighten your seat belt before gripping the seat arms so tightly that your knuckles are white. Sean squeezes your kneecap, murmuring that everything will be okay and that you’re safe. You keep your eyes closed, trying to focus on the soothing sounds of his words.

Eventually the plane enters smooth skies and the seat belt sign is turned off. Despite this you remain keyed up, sitting stiffly as Shawn fades into a nap. 

"Excuse me, Miss?"

You crack open an eye to see a beautiful redheaded flight attendant bending down towards you with a glass of what appears to be whisky in her hand.  She extends it towards you and you take it confused.

"This is from the gentleman in A-1. He says to take this and you'll be relaxed for the rest of the flight." 

You look up a few rows to see Joel giving you a brief wave. You thank the women before raising it towards Joel in a Cheers motion. 

Drink it. Joel mouths. 

Yes, sir. You mouth back complete with a stiff fake salute before tossing back the drink. 

He grins at you before settling back in his seat. 

The drink does the job. 

"Here we are."

The cab drops the three of you in front of the beach resort. When you step out the air is fragrant with the scent of flowers. You wait while Joel checks you all in before he's back, motioning for you both to follow. 

There's the main section of the resort with luxurious hotel rooms. The more secluded section contains a variety of self contained houses that dot the waterfront. Its reserved for people who have unlimited credit card limits and drive cars that cost more than your parents first home.

When you arrive to your unit, your eyes are ready to bug out of your head. It's massive, as far as vacation rentals go. When you all step into the air conditioned unit you have to take a moment to take it all in. 

The beach house is beautiful with floor to ceiling windows, stunning tile floors and tasteful furniture. All of this is topped off with spectacular views of the beach outside your door. 

A plate of sliced pineapple and chilled wine sits on the kitchen table, along with a note that Joel reads when he wanders over. 

"Welcome note," he explains when he sees you looking at it. "I knew the owner back in trade school." 

You and Shawn nod, your boyfriends hand trailing down your back gently. It's much the same as what Joel did back at the airplane, but it feels different. You trail your suitcase behind you hearing the clack of it against the stone floor as you move around the room. 

"Wow." 

It's all you can utter as the three of you tour the rest of the unit. There’s a simple kitchen with an expensive looking coffee machine and a brand new bag of kona coffee waiting to be used.  The living room holds a table and four chairs, a few board games and a list of nearby places to visit along with the wifi code.  The couch is simple, placed in front of a large television that you’re sure you won’t use.

"My bedrooms on the right," Joel tells you both. "Yours it's on the left. We're sharin’ a bathroom, sorry about that. Pretty common in these places." 

Who cares about sharing a bathroom when you're in one of the most beautiful places you've ever been? Even the bathroom is beautiful with its high waterfall shower head and sleek marble. This place must have cost a fortune for the week. 

Joel encourages you both to take a look at your room down the hall and you don't hesitate to take Shawn's hand, dragging him there. Shawn pushes open the door to the bedroom and you can't hold in your shriek. 

"Holy shit! It's gorgeous!" 

The big windows overlook the ocean, the late afternoon beach beckoning to you. The bed is large and plush with white sheets, and framed prints of Oahu sunsets. Its spacious, the bed so large it looks like two giant beds pushed together. The closet is spacious and boats dozens of wood coat hangers.

“Wood, because it’s classy,” you tell Shawn in amusement who is already unpacking his suitcase while you continue to stare in a daze. 

"You like it?"

Joel is standing at the door frame, a shoulder balanced against it, watching you take it all in. He's smiling at you in that gentle, sweet way of his that makes you feel cared for. 

You're suddenly overcome with gratitude and you streak over to him. 

"Thank you, Joel!" You say, throwing your arms around his neck and hugging him. "This is the most beautiful place I've ever been."

Joel laughs along with Shawn at your embrace and enthusiasm, holding you around the middle and hoisting you in his arms. Your face presses into his neck as he squeezes you, and the scent of leather and sandalwood envelops you. 

You've never really hugged Joel before. Maybe a polite side hug during family events, a high-five during baseball games and even once a hard push to his shoulder when he made fun of you for being afraid of a spider that had gotten into the house. 

But you've never had your front pressed to his, never really felt the muscles of his back and arms, seen the tendons in his neck or realized just how big his hands are when they squeeze your waist before lowering you.  

"I guess that means you like it," he says, red-faced. You pull back, embarrassed at your overzealous response. 

Shawn and his dad are very similar in their looks. Except Shawn is clean-shaven while Joel has a beard and Shawn's eyes are hazel like his mom's while Joel's are the darkest brown you've ever seen. You've never really noticed how dark until this very moment. 

You shoot him a cheery thank you again before smiling and skipping over to Shawn announcing that you'll unpack as well. 

"You two enjoy, I gotta make a few calls but then we can head out to dinner."

"Sounds great," Shawn says as he searches for his phone charger. 

Joel closes the door behind him and you turn to your boyfriend. You can't explain it but you feel turned on. The Hawaiian air must be doing something to you because

You crawl towards where he kneels unpacking. You grin, feeling the pulse of desire hitting you below the navel. You kneel beside him, dropping your voice to a husky murmur. 

"Should we break the bed in?" 

An hour later the three of you are sitting at a local eatery. Joel and Shawn are talking with one another while you scan the busy restaurant. 

Couples, families, all laughing and cheerful. And why wouldn't they? This is Paradise after all. But you don't feel anything like it, if anything, you feel like a little black rain cloud. 

Shawn turned down your earlier advances, citing that he was too tired. The problem is for the past three months Shawn has been too tired most of the time. At first he blamed grad school but when you pointed out he still made lots of time for gaming with best friends Brian and Kevin he'd been quick to explain that gaming relaxed him. 

That conversation had gone over about as well as a turd in the punch bowl. You remember being so hurt at what you felt was a slight against you. Weren't you relaxing? Weren't you something that made him happy? 

So yeah, you had hoped that this little vacation might stir some of that old spark back. But maybe you were too eager. You had just arrived at the place after all. Maybe you were being unfair. Still, the rejection stung.

"Thought we could do all the tourist-y shit while we're here," Joel says after you've all placed your orders. "Luau, sunset cruise."

"Snorkelling?" Shawn offers. 

"Hell yes," Joel nods grinning. "ATV tour too."

The Millers like to have fun. They also like to keep busy. It's like second nature to them to be off on adventures or activities. You meanwhile plan on spending lots of time by the pool or the beach, reading and drinking. 

"What about you, darlin'?" Joel asks between sips of whisky. "What're you hopin' to do?"

You know exactly what. The thing you've been dying to do since you were a kid at the aquarium. 

"I wanna swim with the turtles."

Shawn bursts into amused laughter beside you, and if you weren't already irritated with him before, you certainly are now. He grins at you not understanding that you're secretly furious with him. 

"Turtles? Really?"

"What's wrong with turtles?"

"Seems kinda babyish doesn't it?"

"What's babyish about liking animals?" Joel cuts in. "You forgetting about the time we wouldn't let you in the petting zoo and you threw your shoe at me?"

"I was five, dad."

"Yeah well, some things don't change," Joel says with a smirk. "Still throwin' tantrums when you don't get your way."

"Fuck off old man," Shawn says through chuckles. “Don’t forget I’m your only child. I pick which retirement home I’m gonna stick you in when your mind goes.”

“Little bastard,” Joel mutters, trying to hold back a loud laugh.

He settles for tossing a drink umbrella in Shawn’s direction, chuckling when Shawn dodges it easily. You can't help but laugh along with him, your bad mood fading. 

By the time dessert arrives you're all several glasses of wine in reminiscing about Shawn's last attempt at surfing. 

"I've gotten better," he exclaims. “I swear.”

"Yeah well we'll see about that," Joel says paying the check. "Alright team, let's head back and get some shut eye. This old man needs it." 

You roll your eyes at that. Joel isn't even fifty and even if he was he's about the best looking man his age bracket and younger. You've seen the way women stare at him, whispering, blushing when he looks their way. He is not what you’d qualify as old.

The three of you arrive back at the unit to the sound of nighttime creatures croaking and buzzing. 

"Alright I'll meet you two out here tomorrow morning around nine. We can go to the excursion desk and plan the week. Sound good?"

"Sounds good, night Dad."

"Night Joel."

The three of you part ways into the opposite bedrooms. Shawn nuzzles your neck gently kissing there. He always does that when he's been drinking. You smile delightedly at this, eager to get into bed.

When the lights are off and the two of you have slipped off your clothes and under the covers you roll towards him, peppering his face with soft kisses. 

"It's late, babe," he murmurs, kissing you sweetly but with finality. 

"We're on vacation," you remind him, slipping your hand under his boxers.

You feel him slowly start to harden in your grip. You hear his breath hitch and you smile, knowing those sounds so intimately. You tug off your panties and slide onto his lap, preparing to ride him. 

"Fuck me," you whisper, hips grinding against his. "Wanna feel your cock in me."

“Baby, no.”

Shawn pulls you off of him and you tumble into the bed next to him, feeling your cheeks grow hot with humiliation.

"My dad is right across the hall," Shawn hisses. “I don’t want him hearing us.”

Rejection never sits well with you and immediately you feel yourself growing defensive. 

"You're dad is gonna be across the hall the whole week, Shawn,” you whisper angrily. “So what, we're not going to have fuck this entire trip?"

"We'll have sex," Shawn said rolling his eyes. "Just not when my dad is ten feet away sharing a fuckin' bathroom with us."

Bullshit. Another excuse to put off the intimacy that’s been dwindling for months. You push yourself from the bed, tugging on your dress from earlier. Shawn leans up on his elbows, giving you a look of concern.

"Where are you going?"

"A walk."

"I'll c---"

"No," you say sharp as a knife. "I want to go alone." 

You stalk out of the house, eyes glossy with hurt and anger. That's the thing they don't tell you about relationships that have gone on so long -- both partners need to work to keep the fires going. 

You make your way to the beach along the softly lit pathway. Its well after midnight and the resort is quiet; the lights dimmed or off entirely. You take a seat on a nearby rock, listening to the gentle sound of the evening waters lapping by the shore. You're very excited to go swimming tomorrow. To feel the warm sand underneath your feet. 

You can hear noise coming from the far end of the resort. You remember over dinner Joel going through the resort map on his phone, letting you know what amenities they had. He had told you both about the dance club the resort had.

Shawn had immediately laughed, stating that he’d take a pass on it.  Shawn hates dancing. You tried to get him to do dance lessons with you once but he wouldn't even give it a shot. 

Right now it seems all you can do is focus on Sean's flaws. You know that he's a decent man, you know the treats you well, but there are these bugaboos these irritants that can't help frustrate you right now. 

"Fuck it," you murmur to yourself, raising yourself from the sand and brushing it from your sundress. You follow the sound of the music, stopping in front of a door with blinking lights. A man in a blue Hawaiian shirt smiles at you when you approach. 

"Aloha, may I ask your Unit number?"

"Number 4, under Miller."

The man types into his computer before nodding, opening the door for you. You step into the darkness, letting your eyes adjust to the blue lights and colourful dance floor. The speakers are playing typical vacation music with a heavy bass.

Bodies writhe on the dance floor, half naked in revealing dresses or in the men's case, unbuttoned shirts. You order a drink at the bar, taking it with you as you scout the area for a free chair. A hand on your wrist surprises you.

"Joel?"

Joel is seated at one of the small circle tables nursing what appears to be a tumbler of Scotch. He motions for you to take the free chair next to him and you do gratefully falling into it, your arm bumping his. 

"What are you doin' here? Since when does Shawn dance?" He asks over the bass, grinning. He looks a bit tipsy, his neck red. 

"He doesn't, I'm here alone. I needed to blow off some steam," you tell him over the music. 

"Me too," he says loudly back. "Couldn't sleep. Too excited, I guess." 

You nod, looking back at the dance floor wistfully. Everyone looks like they're having such a fun time, their worries and concerns far away from them as they undulate to the rhythm of the music.  Joel takes another sip of his drink, watching you from the corner of his eyes. 

You wish Shawn was here with you, you wish he was spinning you around on the dance floor. You wish it was like those early years where you couldn’t keep your hands off of each other.

"You and Shawn doin' okay?"

Joel's voice cuts into your confusing thoughts. You glance his way.

"Why do you ask?"

"Cuz I'm a dad," Joel. "And I've been married. And I know what tension between two people looks like." 

You sigh heavily, your mind drifting to earlier. You don’t answer Joel because what would you tell him? You can’t tell your boyfriend’s dad that you’re worried his son is growing distant. You can’t tell him that your sex life has been disintegrating for the past several months. Instead you just shrug.

"You two talked about marriage?"

"What? No.”

You and Shawn have been together a long time, but you have no intention of settling down anytime soon. Sean is still doing his masters and you're loving your job at the museum.

"Good. No, not like that," Joel amends when he sees your stricken expression. "I just mean you're both so young."

"You were younger than us when you got married.”

"Yeah and look where that got me," he says with a scoff. 

"Yeah, well, I think it's just been a long time and we're hitting a rough patch. Nothing we can't overcome," you add quickly. "It's just hard sometimes, you know?"

"Yeah," Joel nods. "I know." 

The two of you lapse into silence, watching the twirling, shouting, laughing people swan around you. You shouldn’t be glum, you should be experiencing life!

"You wanna dance?"

His voice is low and husky in your ear. You start, surprised to see Joel inches from your face. You know he's speaking so close to you because it's so loud in here, but it doesn't stop your pulse from ticking at the shock. 

"Don't really know how.”

"Shit reason. C'mon."

Joel throws back the rest of his drink and drags you onto the dance floor. You laugh as he spins you, both of you almost knocking into an older couple who are taking the dance very seriously. They shoot you both a nasty look and you and Joel have to work hard to muffle your laughter. 

"You're gonna get us kicked out!"

"Nah," Joel shakes his head, spinning you again but closer to him. "I'm too charmin’."

"You think pretty highly of yourself don't you?"

Joel shrugs, laughing as the song ends. Another quick one begins and Joel looks serious. 

"I'm gonna teach you some moves Shawn's mom taught me."

"Okay."

You're surprised, he doesn't really mention Shawn's mother very often. 

You watch as Joel attempts to teach you some simple dance moves. You don't know if it's the stuffy club, the drinks running through your veins or the fact that you're dancing with your boyfriend's dad, but you can't really focus on the steps.

"I give up," you moan after the fifth failed attempt at a two-step. 

"You ain't a quitter," Joel assures you, trying to spin you slowly so you can get your footing. 

You never realized that Joel was such a good dancer. Watching him move his tall body is strangely hypnotizing, mainly because you never expected a man that broad and muscular to move so fluidly. 

"Atta girl," he says proudly when you get some of the footing correct. 

You smirk when you see the women nearby watching him, shooting him smiles. But his focus is on you, teaching you the moves and assuring you: it's alright darlin', we'll get you there just take your time. 

You're having so much fun with him you barely realize that an hour has gone by and you can only tell when you realize the back of your neck is damp with sweat. 

You're about to announce your heading back to the unit when the beat slows and many trickle off the dance floor. It's a slow song, and only the couples remain in the glowing dance floor. 

You go to step off when you feel Joel spin you again, back into his arms. You smile breathlessly up at him, the two of you shiny from perspiration from the dancing and the warm crowded space. 

Joel is looking at you strangely, his eyes luminous in the reflection of the twinkling club lights. When he slides a hand at your lower back and urges your hands around his neck you don't hesitate. You lace your fingers there, shifting from foot to foot.

You feel strange to be dancing with Joel. And not because he makes you feel uncomfortable, it's the opposite, actually. You feel almost too comfortable. Joel’s eyes are trailing over your face, sometimes highlighted by the flash of the DJ’s lights.

“You talked to Shawn about all that’s botherin’ you and this rough patch?” Joel asks out of nowhere.

He looks vulnerable; unlike the Joel you know who is all smiles and jokes.

“Kinda,” you say shyly, looking over his shoulder. “It’s just hard. . . We can both get pretty defensive. Plus, I wonder if I’m maybe being unfair. He’s in school and everything.”

“Uh huh, and you started that museum job didn’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“Pretty demanding job, ain’t it?”

“Yeah.”

Joel gives you a look as he rocks you both from side to side

“Can I say somethin’ you might not wanna hear?”

You nod.

“In my experience, it takes two people to make a relationship. Not one puttin’ in all the effort while the other one has his or her head in the sand.”  

You nod slowly, absorbing his words. The song ends and Joel releases his hands you’re your waist before he announces he has to hit the washroom. You head to the bar for a glass of water and to wait for him. 

"Hi beautiful." 

An Australian man around Joel's age with a moustache is leaning against the bar next to you. His eyes are bleary and red-rimmed, his cheeks ruddy. He’s obviously very drunk. You give a forced smile before going back to wait for your water.

"Can I get you a drink?"

"No thanks," you answer quickly. "Just getting water." 

"How about a dance then?"

"I'm good," you say forcing a polite smile. You’re facing away from him, eyes on the bartender hoping he notices you.  

"C'mon beautiful," the man insists, eyes sliding over your chest in a very obvious way. "I'm a good dancer too. Could give you lots of lessons." 

"She said no."

Joel's voice is there, having clearly come back from the bathroom. You step backwards and before you know it Joel is sliding his arm protectively around you.  You glance up to see Joel's face contorted into a mask of fury. His teeth are bared like some wild animal and he grips you tightly to him. 

"Sorry man," The guy says holding his hands up in surrender towards Joel. "Didn't know she was taken." 

Joel sneers before leading you out of the club. The cool air is a welcome reprieve when you step outside, breathing deeply. 

"That place is nothin' but perverts," Joel growls as the two of you make your way back along the beach in the direction of your unit. 

"Joel,  you were there," you say giggling. "That make you a pervert?"

"Ha ha."

You walk quietly along the shoreline, confused as to how you can feel this good when just an hour ago it felt like everything was falling apart. Maybe it’s the drink in your veins, maybe its Hawaii, or maybe it’s just Joel.

"Watch it--"

Joel takes your hand when you stumble over a rock in the semi darkness. You let him, not dropping it even when your walking evens out. It feels nice to walk hand in hand with him, it feels safe. He doesn't let go of your hand either as you continue along, your shoes making dual footprints in the sand. 

"Thanks for in there," you say. “I hate creepy guys like that.”

"Was nothin'," he says, then he drops your hand after a moment. "Shawn would have done the same."

"No, he wouldn't have." 

It slips out before you can stop yourself. Joel stops in the sand, his concern there in his face. It’s clear that what you’ve said has upset him.

"What?"

"He doesn't like confrontation, you know that," you say with a shrug. "And I like that about him."

"You do?" Joel challenges. "Really?" 

"Sometimes." 

Honestly you’ve never enjoyed the men who start fights for no reason, who act like cavemen when someone looks at their girlfriend. Shawn is too smart for that, too above it to engage with assholes like that. But you have to admit that there was a part of you that found Joel’s actions inside the club to be a bit attractive. Is that the word? Would you really call your boyfriend’s father attractive?

You look at him standing there, his grey t-shirt clinging to his muscles and wide shoulders, the muscular thighs in denim and you think, fuck, yeah he is attractive. You knew he wasn’t ugly, you’d just never looked at him like that. Like he was a man outside of being Shawn’s dad.

"I come from a time when you take care of what's yours." Joel runs a hand through his messy curls. "If you were mine I wouldn't let anyone talk to you the way that man did, let alone touch you." 

If you were mine. 

You can't understand why but you're nipples tighten under your dress at those words. The possessiveness in Joel's voice is so dark and husky. He’s looking off into the dark like he’s really upset.

"If I was yours," you murmur. 

His glazed eyes move from the beach over to your face. You’re standing so close to one another and you can see his chest rising and falling quickly as he breathes. His scotch-coated breath huffs over your cheeks and you swear you’re getting drunker just inhaling it.

You must be, because why else would you be putting your hands on his shoulders. Why else would you be pressing your mouth to his? Why else would you be tracing his plush lips with your tongue and whimpering when he groans into your parted mouth?

And he must be drunk because he doesn’t pull away or hesitate. He dips his head and his hands wrap around your waist, bringing your body against him tightly. His palms slide over your skin, desperate to touch you everywhere as he tilts his head, deepening the kiss. You welcome it, going gooey in his arms, allowing him to take what he wants from you.   

He’s so fucking broad, so strong, so masculine. You gasp into his mouth when he grips your ass with his big hands, pulling your hips against his, circling them as he kisses you. You feel his hardened cock through the layers of fabric, straining against the zipper of his jeans, desperate to bury itself in your slick heat.

To be desired like this feels powerful. It feels like years since Shawn wanted you like this much. It makes you lean more into Joel, desperate to keep the sensation going. His hands are sliding under your dress, up your silken thigh and you tremble.

A splash sounds nearby in the water, a fish or something startling you both and you simultaneously break apart. You both take a step back from one another in the sand, eyes wide. Joel looks completely crazed.

“The fuck—what are we doin’?” Joel whispers, the regret clear in both your faces.

You bring your trembling hands to your warm cheeks and tears immediately spring to your waterline.

What have you just done?

“Oh my fuck, no no, I don’t – I don’t know why-“

You bend at the waist, hands braced on your knees as you start to hyperventilate. Joel is pacing up and down the sand, his silhouette barely seen in the darkness of night. You can see his feet pacing back and forth. . . back and forth . . . He stops when you let out a hiccup, on the verge of throwing up.

“Honey stop,” Joel says, a hand on your back, rubbing gently along your spine. “Calm down. Calm down, its okay.”

“I don’t know why I did that,” you say, tears streaming down your face and dropping into the sand below. “What the fuck is wrong with me?”

“S’not your fault,” Joel says, his voice even and calm. It makes you feel calm. And yet, guilt still bubbles up in your lungs, making a small sob escape.

 “I have to—you need to—I need to tell Shawn. Right now.”

“Hold on,” Joel says roughly, gripping you by the shoulder and urging you to stand. He peers into your face with a grim expression.

“You cannot tell Shawn anythin’.”

“I have to,” you whine.

“It’ll just hurt him,” Joel insists, nodding and hoping you’ll do the same. “It was a mistake. It was nothing, it was just the booze. We just drank too much and we were all hopped up on that asshole inside the club and we weren’t thinkin’.”

“Right,” you agree, relief sliding through every vein you possess as he lays it out for you. “That’s totally what it was. The drinking. We’re drunk.”

“Completely.”

“Okay. Good.”

You’re still shaken up by what just happened, still tipsy from the drinks. Joel runs an anxious hand through his curls, looking utterly wrecked.

“Let’s go back.”

The two of you walk the rest of the way back in silence. You still cannot believe what you did. You kissed your boyfriend’s father. You kissed him and he kissed you back. Fuck, you both must be utterly wasted. Maybe if you’re lucky you’ll both forget it even happened. You would welcome the hangover from hell if it could erase the last fifteen minutes from both your minds for good.

Joel tugs open the sliding glass door, not able to look at you as you both pad towards the opposing doors. You glance over your shoulder to see Joel staring at you as you enter the bedroom where his son sleeps. You give him a sorrowful smile before closing the door.

You crawl under the covers, thankful that Shawn is asleep. You slip off the dress, your hair wild from dancing, your skin sticky with sweat, and your mouth still tasting of scotch. Your cunt flutters at the memory of the noises he made.

You roll onto your side, trying to drift to sleep. Shawn, still half-slumbering snuggles up against your back. His arm slips over your waist and he holds you, as he often holds you back home, gentle and tender and full of love.

“I’m sorry about before, babe,” he murmurs into your hair.

You feel tears burning the back of your eyes. You blink rapidly, closing your eyes and trying to swallow the guilt.

You know that Joel is in his bed right now similarly afflicted, thinking about how he did something so unforgivable and to his own son. Joel is the kindest dad you know; he loves his son more than anything. You know that what you both just did was awful and disgusting.

You also know that there is something deeply wrong with you because as you lay there in Shawn’s arms your pussy floods with memories of his father’s mouth on yours still vivid in your mind.  

do you guys want more of this? or should it be a one-shot? also trying a new aesthetic what do we tthink?

[j4desblurbs]

i needed “kisses on the nose” from the prompt list with logan, like, yesterday

give me my soft man!!

LOVE’S PERFECT ACHE

yes i got the title from a hozier song

summary: logan gets mad at you, and makes it up to you.

warnings: i made this angsty but other than that, no warnings

word count: 1.3k

logan had been acting cold ever since lunch.

curt responses, no petnames, a bit more sarcasm than he would usually use for you. all of these things pointed to something that was your fault.

no matter how much you wracked your brain, you couldn’t think of anything you’d done to make him angry.

it’s not until he walks into your shared room a couple hours later that you find the answer.

“wanna tell me what that was back there?” he says, causing you to look up from your book.

“what?” your eyebrows furrow. what on earth is he talking about?

“with scott. at lunch. talking to him like that?”

you feel like you’ve missed a chapter.

“logan,” you huff out his name with a confused laugh. “what are you talking about?”

“hand on his arm like that? laughing your ass off? what’d he say that was so damn funny, hm?” logan seethes.

you think back to your interaction with scott earlier in the day. it was just like any other time the two of you have spent time together. you weren’t entirely sure what was so alarming about enjoying the company of your friend and teammate.

but then you remembered logan has a temperament, an extreme distaste of scott, and a jealous streak like nobody’s business.

“logan,” you sigh. “it wasn’t like that at all. i was just laughing at a joke he made.”

he scoffs, his tone condescending. “yeah, right.”

you bristle at that. he almost never talks down to you like this. suddenly, a pocket of anger bubbles into your chest. before you know it, you hear yourself saying:

“funny, i never acted like this while you flirted with jean.”

logan stops cold.

“i never flirted with jean.” he says, plain and simple.

you scoff. if there was anything you hated, it was being treated like you were dumb.

“don’t,” you warn. “don’t do that.”

“do what, sugar?” his tone is condescending, demeaning. it brings the beginning of tears to your eyes.

“don’t pretend like i don’t know.” you blink, trying to hold back your tears, but one falls and makes its way down your cheek.

logan falters. he hadn’t meant to make you cry.

“honey-“ he tries, but you brush him off by holding up your hand without another word.

it’s only after you make it to the first empty room you find that you allow yourself to break down. ———————————————————————————

for the rest of the day, logan isolates himself, staying in your room as the hours tick by.

he was never the best at communicating.

by all means, he was trying. he really was, but it was just so goddamn hard sometimes. he could never get the words right and often ended up causing even more damage to whatever situation he’d fucked up in the first place.

he knew you weren’t doing anything with scott, of course he did. but some part of him deep inside couldn’t help but think that he wasn’t enough for you, or someone bad for you. so, when his worst fear was even remotely realized, he lashed out in ugly ways.

logan lets out a sigh. why’d he have to fuck this up? he had never meant to make you cry. it was the last thing he’d ever want. all he’s ever wanted was to give you the love you deserve. to protect you. never to hurt you.

and he couldn’t even do that.

he gets up, putting out his cigar. it was about time he stopped wallowing in his self pity and started looking for you so he could apologize.

he does end up finding you, in a small room off the gym. logan’s heart cracks when he sees you, curled up against the corner, knees to your chest, eyes red.

what had he done?

he says your name, and his chest tightens even more when you visibly bristle at the sound of his voice. the sight’s almost enough to bring tears to his eyes.

logan strides over, kneeling next to you. his hand is warm and strong when he places it on your back, but your body still tenses when you feel his touch.

“have you been here the whole time, bub?” his voice is soft, his familiar scent of tobacco and leather and pine enveloping you and making you almost give in and bury yourself in his arms.

almost.

you give him an almost imperceptible nod of your head, not wanting to speak just yet.

really, you didn’t trust yourself to not burst into tears the second you tried.

he sighs, shifting his position so that he’s in front of you. his hand gently pulls your chin up to make you look at him, his thumb wiping away the tear tracks down your face.

seeing how red your eyes are makes his heart do a slow twist in his chest. he had done this to you. and he wasn’t sure he knew how to fix it.

“i’m sorry.” his voice is quiet, gravelly. “i didn’t mean any of it, honey.”

you finally force yourself to meet his eyes, blinking slowly. he was lying. you knew it, could feel it.

logan rarely said anything he didn’t truly mean.

“i know you did. i know you meant it.” you say, the weak, broken tone of your voice hurting him even more.

“i want to explain. believe me. but i just can’t put what i’m feeling…..together. into words.” logan looks down, his mind racing. he was never good at expressing his feelings, and he was most certainly going to fuck it up if he did it without thinking it out.

“maybe you could try.” your voice, low and cracking slightly from lack of use, breaks him out of his thoughts.

he lets out a soft breath, unsure of how to explain himself. he owes it to you to try. to have what might possibly be the world’s most uncomfortable conversation if it meant that you didn’t loathe him like you did right now. for everything you do for him, it’s the very least he can do for you.

“you mean a lot to me, darlin. a lot more than it might seem. so when i see you talking to another man, happy with another man,” he trails off, a lump forming in his throat. “it hurts me. because every day i doubt that i’m the right one for you. every day i’m terrified that you’ll get tired of me, of us, and leave.”

as he talks, you slowly start to open up, pulling your knees away from your chest and wiping the remnants of your tears away from your face. your hands find his face, cupping his cheeks as you get onto your knees to reach him.

“logan.” your tone is firm. “why didn’t you tell me this sooner?”

seeing the man you love, normally so tough and headstrong, almost curl into himself is a strange sight to stomach. logan seems small like this, not because of the way he’s crouched in front of you, but because of the palpability of his fear.

he clears his throat before he speaks, his voice soft. “i didn’t know how to say it.”

his hands come to rest on your waist, pulling you against him into a hug. he rests his chin on the crown of your head, one palm sliding up to rest on your back.

as you reciprocate the hug, you feel the tension melt away from his body, his arms tightening slightly around you as the thought clicks in his head: you still wanted him.

“i’m sorry, baby.” logan whispers into your hair. “i’m so sorry.” he pulls you away from him a little, kissing your forehead, then your cheeks, and finally your nose, resting his forehead against yours afterward.

you close the gap, pressing your lips to his, tasting faintly of tobacco and coffee. he kisses you back with equal gentleness. it’s a sweet, soft kiss that you both melt into.

you relish in the fact that you’ll have many more kisses just like these.

[iridescentdove]

I need a BSD x Reader where it’s just the reader casually rizzing up everyone like no one is safe from the reader’s infinite rizz, not the ADA, not the PM, not the DOA, not the guild, and definitely not the Hunting Dogs, not even civilians; it’s literally everyone that is getting rizzed up, while the reader is aware and laughs and points at every clown they rizzed up.

THE ULTIMATE RIZZLORD.

various!BSD x reader

A/N: anon, I would like to point out how much I love you and this request right now. also, I put the reader in the port mafia for fun because why not.

Absolutely speechless.

This is how everyone felt – well, whether whoever it may be, there was just one thing all could collectively agree on. They may all be feared and powerful factions that anyone could basically kneel down to, however ...

Who THE FUCK is this audacious person?

MORI was the first to witness your ass flirt with every single person you saw. But no, did you even care? Not at all. He stares, bewildered and mildly in concern as you came up to every single person you saw – completely distracted from the mission at hand as you asked women to step on you, choke you ...

He wants you throw you back from where you came from.

Oh wait, nevermind. You were now flirting with HIM. MORI is in even more shock at your confidence. Damn, pretty bold of you. But he actually thought you kinda hot fr. Elise still #1 bae tho

And somehow, you were taken up to being an executive. Everyone is morbid and utterly terrified.

How the fuck is someone like you an EXECUTIVE?? HELLO??

CHUUYA turns as red as his hair could ever be. Look man, he just wanted to complain about Dazai and you here just ..

"That fucking idiot Dazai! I'll rip him apart!"

"Yes daddy- I mean, can you do that to me too?"

"... What?"

"Ooh~ those fingers are so slender and pretty .."

"Wh-"

"Mind if I ... caress them a little, babygorl?"

"(Y/N) WHAT-"

Aww, look at that, Chuuya is deader than Odasaku <3

But God forbid you be taken on important missions against another factiom because fuck man. All you're there for is 1% fighting, 99% rizzing.

Y'know when everything was in chaos in Yokohama bcz of the Guild trying to take over? Everyone's fighting their ass off, God knows where DAZAI is but no one cares, and you?? Uh yeah already guessed it.

Tryna rizz up the agency.

Like yes, they're in trouble, everyone is, we know but fuck war we want fictional men. And women.

"Are you lingo? Because we can make a good duo 😏" - you

"... Did you just make a duolingo pickup line" - kunikida

Man times when the port mafia and the agency are in a truce, you're there back and forth flirting nonstop. Everyone is red, turned on from your oh so amazing rizzler skills

DAZAI enjoys your company obviously. Both of you create so much chaos, but even sometimes you're so much worse than him. You're the only one who can actually surprise him. Like wtf bitch stop flirting with the damn secret police?? Uh??

You make suicidal jokes, whispering them so sexily in his ear he wanna take you to the bed right there mamasita lip bite

Oh, the Decay of Angels wanna achieve world domination? They can dominate sumn else if you know what I mean

No words can express how terrified u keep making everyone THAT'S FYODOR HE'LL KILL YOU WITH A TOUCH BITCH- oh wait nvm he's melting from all of your rizz and affection.

You are literally so sweet but so confusing. SIGMA sees you around the Sky Casino just chilling and flirting with everyone you see. He don't mind cause you hot anyway

The Guild kinda ... actually, no. They're not safe. FITZGERALD? More like Rizzgerald cause this bitch 'bout to get rizzed so hard he turns poor

Yeah .. I don't take it to heart.

You'll just be up in their ass even after the Yokohama incident. Literally all of them both love and hate you. "Should we throw her off a cliff or kiss her" "Idk the second option is kinda tempting tho" "Boss, what do we d-" "Both."

DAMN LOVECRAFT AND BRAM TOO?? BITCH STOP 😭

No one can escape from your rizz. Okay one time you got kidnapped by the fuckin Hunting Dogs but you just?? Started to rizz up and call JOUNO ur bbygorl?? He is seconds from slicing your head off but he gave up at this point.

Where you got that rose from 🤨

Why the fuck is romantic music playing 😐

You asked FUKUCHI himself to choke you and slam you against the wall. Not even an ounce of regret of fear.

Everyone officially is scared of you.

ANGO isn't free from this either, bitch. You'll strut into the room all happy to talk for a mission and all but ... uhh. "So you're from the Special Division? I can't blame you then ... I feel as if I have something special going on for you."

ANGO, internally: iamnotasimp- iamnotasimp- iamnotasimp-

Sadly, he is now a simp.

The fact his face turns so red is not unnoticed by you. You laugh, clowning everyone you literally rizzed up no joke. They're so in love with ur pretty/handsome/hot ass 😔

No one is free. If you find a pretty bird, ask it's hand for marriage. There is no other way but that.

Mk but the way you literally hit on AKUTAGAWA do be funny. Bitch is so oblivious, he just thinks you're another certain blonde hair slaying bitch 😳

By the time he actually knows you're rizzing him up by being more direct about your advances, he is questioning life.

But bcz you're SOO close to DAZAI maybeee we can ...

Work sumn out, you know? heh

One day the mafia just be chilling and BOOM heree comes the wh00000re~ hello wh000re~ welcome~ 😍

(i am so sorry if this offends someone it's a meme-)

Cue everyone sighing as you come in and start your daily routine which is rizzing. You'll be caressing KOUYOU's cheek, talking to CHUUYA with that sexy ass deep voice, whispering in MORI's ear, and everytime you breathe the vine boom sound effect comes off.

Can't say they don't like it though. We all know we have some horny deviants lovestruck little cuties <3 but let's just say it's hard being here with those hoes 😔✌️

Yet most especially,

You.

*bites lip* (i am sorry.)

[yuzurins]

# reluctant to love

desc: in which rin writes a long essay proclaiming his long suppressed love for you

warnings: not proofread… lots of rambling, maybe ooc, itoshi brothers are not estranged, minuscule amount of angst but majority is fluff, some curse words here and there, rin is still at blue lock btw!

rbs and interactions are appreciated !!

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‘dear y/n,

i am writing this letter to inform you that i have taken a liking to you for a while now and would like to—‘

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rin grumbles to himself as he scribbles out the complete trash of a confession that he had just wrote.

he doesn’t even know why he decided to take this approach at all. it all started because isagi and bachira told him that, “he was beating around the bush,” and “he’d probably win the world cup before being able to utter a word in front of them.”

so of course, rin said some very harsh words in response, leading to isagi challenging him to confess to you before the next match (that was in 72 hours) with his football career on the line.

which is how he found himself sitting at his desk after practice, spinning his pencil around trying to write a stupid love letter for his best friend.

because in the words of bachira, “everyone loves poetic men!”

despite immediately denying the words of his friends, deep down he knew damn well that they were completely right. if he wasn’t forced to, he would probably quit football before ever speaking about his feelings out loud.

but because the itoshi rin can’t risk his ego and pride, he’s reluctantly willing to write a silly letter.

turns out writing that silly letter was harder than any football game he’s ever played.

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‘dear y/n,

i remember the first time we met.

it was first day of junior high, and you were sitting on a bench in front of the school with red puffy eyes, fiddling with the little kumamon plush on your bag.

i was late to class that morning, and after seeing you i purposely tried to walk faster in order to avoid any human interaction. but you saw me and grabbed onto my blazer, refusing to let go even though i didn’t spare you a glace. you asked for help getting to your classroom, and because i didn’t know what i was getting myself into, i lead you there (like the kind person i am) expecting to never see you again.

but i guess the world had other plans, because it turned out we were in the same class. you stuck to me like a parasite, annoying me every chance you got and never shutting the fuck up. but i enjoyed the company, though younger me would never admit that.

fast forward a few years and nothings changed. or has it? you’re still yapping your mouth off all the time and clinging beside me in every class. except something’s different, and i don’t know what it is. you laze around at my house after begging me for homework help, we occasionally go get food, sometimes fall asleep together and— [this part is illegible because rin drew over it too hard]

i don’t know. i think around this time i started distancing myself from you because i always felt uneasy around you. my heart was always beating rapidly, my stomach felt uneasy, and i just felt anxious. all the time. nii-chan told me it was because of you, so i just stopped talking to you. i’m sorry.

i’m sorry i didn’t tell you i was leaving. that i’d be gone for a while because i got scouted by blue lock. i didn’t mean to because i thought i’d be okay before i left. sorry i’m rambling now. i know i don’t speak a lot in person so i’m writing my thoughts down for you to understand me better.

i was a kid in denial, and sometimes i still am because even now i don’t understand that part of myself. to be honest, i would’ve never confessed these feelings of mine if my friend didn’t push me to. it sounds like a dick move but i swear on my career that everything i’ve written on this stupid paper is genuine and sincere.

and what i am certain of is that i want you to be by my side. i want you to be there cheering for me when i win a game, i want you to be there beside me when i wake up, i want you to spend your afternoons lazing around me, i want you to tell me all about the small unnecessary details of your day,

i just want you

because you make me feel safe

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rin’s biting his lower lip now, feeling super embarrassed about how vulnerable he just let himself be on a piece of paper. he doesn’t read over it at all and shoves it into the envelope immediately. doesn’t even check whether he wrote your address right or not because he’ll chicken out if he looks it over at all.

he’s super anxious about this letter, to the point where he’s fucking up his plays, so imagine his surprise when he sees you sitting on his porch the day he finally gets to go home.

you jump up immediately at the sight of him and run to hug him. rin stiffens at the sudden impact but drops his bags a second later to sink into your embrace.

though as if that wasn’t enough of an answer for him, he’s still uncertain about your feelings. you hear the rapid beating of his heart and look up to give him a lovesick grin.

“i love you too, itoshi rin.”

BONUS: 2YRS LATER.

“i can’t believe you forgot to sign off a letter confessing that you’re head over heels for me.” you giggle as you walk over to your boyfriend, who was staring at his letter that you pinned to your pegboard. “what if i ended up responding to the wrong person?”

rin huffs and turns away, embarrassed that you caught him reading that. “shut up, you have no other friends anyways.”

you smile teasingly at him as you notice his ears turning red. “you never thought about the possibility that someone could’ve liked me during the 10 months you ignored me for?”

he frowns, though you can’t see him, and droops his shoulders down. you know he still feels bad about it, but it’s fun to tease him because in your eyes he looks so adorable, like a big puppy.

and as he still stares at the floor, he turns around and walks over to envelop you in his warmth, resting his head in the crook of your neck.

an endearing smile finds its way on your face as you hug rin back. he’s not a words person; this was his way of expressing his apology.

“it’s okay, you big baby, as long as you’re here with me now.”

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

Another Kat HC of Hanma ::: He gets hard really easy so stimulating him will be a piece of cake.

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A/N ::: Thank you, Kat.

C/W ::: MDNI under the cut, please.

WC ::: 2k (+/-)

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"What're you doing, princess? What ... are ... you ... up ... to?" Hanma leaned forward a little from where the two of you sat on the couch to try and see your face. You were smooshed up against his side, under his left arm. Neither of you are really paying attention to the movie that was on. He patted your shoulder with his hand, "Asked you a question, you little delinquent. The fuck you think you're doin' down there?" He exhaled smoke through his laugh.

"I'm not doing anything. Just rubbing my hand on your leg and enjoying your company, Shuji. Is that a crime? And I'm not the delinquent in this partnership. You are. Don't project your shortcomings onto me, you ass."

"That's not my leg that y'rubbin there, princess. You know damn well what you're rubbin' on." He smirked and shifted so he was facing you. "Care to tell me why you're being so … whatever this is, tonight?"

“I just thought that's what you wanted. I saw the bulge in your pants before you came and sat down next to me. This is your doing.” You sat up and scooted away from him.

“Where you rumplin’ off to? I didn't say you could go anywhere, baby doll.”

You giggled and leaned back into his side, resting your head on his chest. You were getting tired of the movie anyway. Might as well put your attention on Hanma.

He took another long drag of his cigarette and looked down at you. You felt his eyes on you, but you pretended to keep your focus on the movie. He let out a soft sigh and ran his fingers through your hair.

"I love you, you know that, right?" Hanma's voice was barely above a whisper.

"Of course, Shuji. I love you too." You reached up and caressed his cheek. He nuzzled into your touch and you couldn't help but smile.

"I'm gonna get hard again if you keep doing that, you know?" His breath tickled your neck as he leaned over to whisper in your ear.

You moved your hand from his cheek to his thigh and gently squeezed it. "Why don't you give me something to work with, then?" You saw his cock twitch through his baggy khakis and you smirked.

Hanma chuckled and pressed his lips to your ear, "I don't know if I have anything to offer you, sweetheart. But if you wanna get me off, I'm sure you can find a way."

You lifted yourself up and straddled his lap, causing him to grunt in surprise. "I'm sure I can figure something out, my big strong boy."

Hanma snuffed out his cigarette in the ashtray beside him and turned his attention back to you. He bit his lip as he watched you move your hand up his thigh and brush it against his erection.

"Boy ... BOY? I don't know about that, princess. But I like that you think I'm strong."

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him softly. Hanma smiled into the kiss and ran his hands up and down your back. "I know you are, baby. You're the strongest boy I ever did meet."

He chuckled and grabbed your hips, lifting you up and laying you down on the couch. He leaned over you and kissed your neck, his tongue grazing your skin as he moved down to your collarbone.

You moaned and tangled your fingers in his hair. He moved back up and kissed you deeply, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You could taste the tobacco and nicotine on his lips and tongue, but it wasn't enough to stop you from kissing him back. In a sick way, you'd become addicted to his taste. As foul as it was, you associated it with kissing him and sometimes, if you're in the right kind of mood and you smell cigarettes out and about, it'll give you that initial rush of arousal. It's not the same for you, but it's good for him.

Hanma pulled away and started unbuttoning your shirt, his long, thin fingers deftly moving from one button to the next. "You want me to fuck you, baby? Huh? You want me to make you feel good? You know I will. I'll do anything for you, princess."

You moaned and arched your back, pushing your chest up into his touch as he slipped your shirt off and tossed it to the floor. He sat up and quickly removed his own shirt before leaning back over you.

"You're my baby girl, you know that?" He pressed his lips to your forehead and you felt your stomach flip. "So perfect. So sweet." He trailed kisses down your neck and to your chest, his breath hot on your skin. "You want me to make you cum, baby? Hmm? Want me to fill you up with my cock and make you scream my name?" He pressed his erection against your core and you whimpered.

"Yes, Shu, god, please fuck me. Make me feel good. Pleasepleaseplease." You wrapped your legs around his waist and bucked your hips up into his. He smirked and slowly thrust against you. "Please, Shuji."

Hanma chuckled and pulled away from you, causing you to whine. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down, his erection springing free and slapping against his abdomen.

"I will never get tired of seeing that." You giggled as you said that under your breath. More for yourself than him, but he still heard you.

He winked at you and knelt down in front of the couch. "Come sit here, baby." He motioned for you to sit on the edge of the couch. You did as he asked and he grinned.

"Good girl. Now spread those pretty legs for me. Let me see you." He grabbed your thighs and gently pushed them apart, exposing your already dripping wet core. He licked his lips and leaned forward, pressing his tongue against your clit.

You gasped and grabbed his hair, pulling him closer. "Hohmygod, Shuji, don't stop. Don't stop. Please, baby." You could feel him smile against you as he lapped at you.

Hanma slipped his finger into your core and curled it upward. You cried out and bucked your hips against his face. He kept sucking and licking your clit, his finger working in and out of you at a steady pace.

You felt yourself getting close and you tugged on his hair. "Shu ... I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum, baby, please. Please."

Hanma pulled away and smiled up at you, his lips and chin glistening with your arousal.

"W-wh- the hell, Hanma. Why'd you stop? You playin' some kinda game today? Fuck man." You pouted your best pout at him and began moving your hand over to your needy cunt. "Guess I'll have to take care of this myself. Woe is me. Woe ... is ... me." Your fingers worked your clit with the most precise accuracy. Like you were a computer that had received a set of perfect instructions.

The look on Hanma's face was that of betrayal. "What're y'doin'? Tryna hurt my feelings, princess? Goddamn it, y/n." He swatted your hand away and moved back in between your legs, his tongue instantly finding its way back to your clit.

You moaned and arched your back, pushing yourself against his face. "That's better. This pussy might be attached to you. But so long as you're my girl, this is my pretty little toy. Got it?" He asked, sounding more agitated than you thought he would. Which made you incredibly happy. You couldn't resist fucking with him. You rarely could. But today was not one of those days.

You nodded and tangled your fingers in his hair again. "Yes, Shuji. All yours. This pussy is all yours. Please make her cum." You bucked your hips up into his mouth and he groaned.

His finger slipped back into your core and you felt yourself getting close again. "Shu ... I'm gonna cum. Y-you - cum for me, too, baby."

Hanma pulled away again and stood up. He grabbed your arms and pulled you off the couch, turning you around and bending you over the armrest. He rubbed his cock against your entrance, teasing you.

"You want me, baby? Hmm?" His words were strained as he pressed the head of his cock against your opening, slipping just that in, you felt the intrusive pop of his dick warming your insides.

"Yes, Shuji ... fuck." You wiggled your ass against his groin and he grunted, pushing himself deeper into you. "Fuck me, baby. Please, Shu." You were begging for it, but it didn't seem to be enough for him.

"You want me to fuck you, princess? You sure?" He chuckled and grabbed your hips, pushing himself in until his cock was buried deep inside you. "You sure you can handle it? You sure you can handle allll this meat I'm feedin' you? You better open wide, slut. You're gonna dine well tonight."

You cried out as he began to thrust in and out of you, his cock filling you up so completely that you thought you might burst. "Shuji! Fuck!" You felt tears welling up in your eyes and you knew that this was going to be the best orgasm of your life.

"That's it, princess. Take all of my cock." He pulled nearly all of the way out and then thrust back in. He had always managed to brush against every single area of your insides that drove you to see stars. You could feel your walls pulsating around him as he moved in and out of you.

Hanma picked up the pace, his hips slamming against your ass as he fucked you. You moaned and gripped the armrest, your knuckles turning white as you held on for dear life.

He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you back, arching your spine and causing your tits to bounce with each thrust. "That's it, baby. You take my dick so well. Such a good little slut. So tight. So wet. Goddamn." His words were a mess, but it was music to your ears.

"Shu ... I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum. Pleeease let me cum." Your voice was breathless, but you managed to get the words out.

Hanma leaned forward, nibbled on your ear and growled, "Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my dick."

You moaned and felt yourself coming undone. Your legs shook and you felt your pussy clench around his cock as you came. He grunted and you felt him still inside of you, his cum filling you up.

Hanma pulled out and you collapsed onto the couch, your legs unable to support you anymore. He chuckled and flopped down next to you, pulling you close to his chest.

"Fuck, that was good. You're so good, baby." He kissed your forehead and you smiled.

"Mmm, you're not so bad yourself, Shu. I love you."

He laughed and squeezed you tighter. "Love you, princess."

The two of you sat there, basking in the afterglow of your lovemaking, until you finally decided it was time to get cleaned up.

"Shu, I'm gonna go hop in the shower. Wanna come with?" You stood up and looked down at him. He smirked and nodded.

"You know I do, baby." He grabbed your hand and followed you into the bathroom, the two of you taking turns washing each other off and exchanging soft kisses under the warm spray of water.

You knew that Hanma was always horny and you didn't mind that one bit. After all, he made you feel so good, you couldn't complain.

Too much.

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[youwouldntlietopapa]

kissing prompt thingy: 44+50 for copia please, thank you very much✨

It's done! At... 1:45am. I'm going to eat dinner now and leave this here.

Enjoy!

Includes: Idiots, fluff, back seat make-outs, wee bit of sexy action but no real smut, did I mention idiots?

also available on AO3

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“No, no, that’s all right… No, I completely und-… sure. Right… Yes, we’ll be here. There isn’t really anywhere to go… Sure. Thank you… Thanks. Bye.”

Fuck. The tow truck would be at least an hour, if not more. And an added fee for being so far out. Plus whatever the repairs would be. It wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. But you could say, with certainty, that Sister Imperator would be demanding an explanation in the morning regardless. Wonderful.

Copia is still standing at the front of the car, with its hood open, steaming and hissing angrily. The car, not Copia. He is just making the odd noise and poking at a few things tentatively, trying to look knowledgeable. The section of highway isn’t even lit and the moonlight isn’t really cutting it. You walk over to join him, looking at the mechanical workings with all the confidence of a caveman with a cell phone.

“I think I spot the problem.”

“Really?” You look at him with a little more astonishment than was probably complimentary.

“Si,” he nods sagely. “The problem is I don’t know shit about how cars work.”

You snort. No matter how bad the day, no matter how screwed the situation might be, he never fails to make you laugh. “Perfect. I’ll call the tow company back and tell them we figured it out.”

“How long?” He nudges you gently.

“An hour. Minimum.” You tip your head sideways, resting it on his shoulder. “I’m sorry about all this.”

Copia only waves the apology away, resting his cheek against the top of your head. “Not your fault. You didn’t make the car car break down. It happens sometimes.”

“I still didn’t mean to get us stuck out in the middle of no where, in the dark, waiting for a tow.”

He only chuckles. “I can think of worse places and worse people to be stuck with.”

“Oh, well, I will take solace in not being the worst.” You tease right back.

Carefully, you pull away, walking back around to the driver’s side. The door is still hanging open and to drop into the old leather seat. If you have to wait, might as well enjoy the rare opportunity for star gazing and quiet. The car groans in protest as it usually does when you press the release for the roof.

“Sorella, I don’t know shit about cars, but I think I can say that button doesn’t fix the engine.”

“No?” You laugh. “Well, damn. And here I thought I had the answer.”

The roof needs help folding back and out of the way. It’s only a little bit of a struggle before Copia comes to his senses and rushes over to help. Between the two of you, it goes much smoother.

“eh…. Can I ask why we do this?”

You climb into the big back seat and pat the spot beside you. “Come here and I’ll show you.”

He raises a brow, but doesn’t argue, climbing in next to you. Watching curiously as you slump down in your seat a bit, tipping your head back, and staring up at the sky. Copia waits a moment before following suit, smiling when he sees the view provided without the city’s light pollution.

“È bellissimo…” His voice is soft, as if he’s afraid to disturb anything. “I don’t remember the last time I was free to… just sit and enjoy the stars. Too busy. Too much work. Grazie, cara mia.”

For a while, you’re content to sit quietly. Pointing out the few constellations you know. Listening to the distant sounds of the local wild life. But the chill of the evening creeps up before too long and you catch yourself shivering. Copia tries his best to look like he’s not looking, though it would be hard to miss it, sitting so close.

“Do you want my jacket, Sorella? You look cold.” He cracks and asks.

“Oh, no. No, no. Thank you, Papa. I wouldn’t feel right letting you catch a chill.” Papa. You’ve known him long enough and well enough that the formal title only comes out during office hours and when you’re worried about overstepping. Regardless of how familiar you might be, he’s still… him and you’re still… just another Sibling.

Copia rolls his eyes and huffs, softly. “Ah… I see.”

“See what?” You shift a little to look at him.

“We are back to Papa.”

Apparently the switch hasn’t gone unnoticed. Or the reasons why. At least, whatever reasons he assumes. “Did you leave your position and not tell me? I’m sure I would have heard about it.”

He gives you a bit of a look. One that doesn’t particularly feel good about the poorly timed attempt at humour. “Don’t play stupid, Sorella. It doesn’t suit you. You forget I know how clever you are.”

“No. I assure you, I’m an idiot.” You sigh and nudge him softly. The silent gesture that’s come to mean something more, something you can’t fully articulate. When things are shit but at least you can know someone has your back. “I’m sorry… Copia. Thank you for the offer, but I really don’t want you to be cold because I didn’t think to bring a coat. I’ll be all right.”

“I don’t really want to be cold either.” He admits, finally relaxing again and offering a small smile. “But, maybe a compromise?”

Copia shifts closer, urging you to lean forward. You have no idea what he’s up to, but you’re also not really eager to be rude twice, so you comply. When he tugs you back against the seat, he holds his hoodie open, tucking you against his side and wrapping the jacket and his arm around you. It is, you’re forced to admit, delightfully warm. Pressed up against him, with his arm holding tight. The lingering smell of his cologne and… You clear your throat, staring hard at the stars overhead.

His other hand rests on his thigh, not that you were looking or anything. It just happens to be where it was. Quite close to your own hand, which is irrelevant, really. Just two hands, relatively close together, while you platonically cuddle and look at the stars. Nothing more. Obviously. And the way his finger softly nudges yours? Why would there be anything strange about that? No stranger, certainly, than hooking your pinkie together with his finger would be. For instance.

And if, say, that single pair of fingers, hooked together were to become a single pair of hands holding each other, that too wouldn’t be so strange. Would it? Or thinking a little too hard about how soft the leather of his glove is? Or how warm his hands are? What normal person wouldn’t think about things like that in a situation like this? None you’d want to meet, that’s for sure. Those are the real weirdos.

Copia opens his mouth, seeming very much like he has something to say, right before shutting it again. A process he repeats about half a dozen times while you pretend to be focused on the cosmos and he looks a bit like a guppy. Which is very cute. In a very platonic way. Because that’s what this is. Just… good friends. Holding hands. Cuddling. Staring at the stars. Not being weird about it. And definitely not commenting on the strained, awkward noise he makes before trying to hide it with a cough. Just rub your thumb, platonically and soothingly, over his knuckles. Like a very good friend.

“… Copia?” You hear your own voice say, which is very odd because you’re sure you meant to just sit quietly.

“eh... uh… Yes, Sorella?” He freezes in place.

Shit. I’m an idiot. Why did I say that? And why was it a question? Like I had more to say??? Your head screams as your mouth betrays you again. “… are you going to kiss me?”

“Do-do-do you w-want me to?”

Do I? I mean, I’ve thought about it a… normal amount. I’m NOT saying that out loud. Satan’s tits, don’t be absurd. While you got lost in a downward spiral of wondering if Satan’s tits was an insult to Him, your mouth carried on without you.

“… only if you want to.”

For a very long, very quiet moment, you both stare into space. Literally for once. Even your own head has gone oddly quiet while you’re grateful that his leather glove is hiding how sweaty your palm has gotten.

“… now?” He blurts, immediately making a face of deep regret that you can feel in your soul.

“Sure… or later… whenever… or not at all. I just thought… and then… because we’re… and the stars…” You come to the conclusion that Satan’s tits is, in fact, insulting to Him because your mouth is apparently possessed by a demon who both can’t shut up and can’t form a complete sentence. A problem you’re only just coming to terms with when Copia’s hand slips from yours to cup your cheek and kiss you. One single, soft kiss and you sit there staring at him like he’s the first person you’ve ever seen and attempting to copy his guppy impression. “…….. now is good too.”

There’s more than a touch of panic on his face which is, if you’re being honest, not the ideal expression from someone who just kissed you. “Mi spiace! I should… I should have warned you first or-or say more or something. I didn’t mean t-”

Oh, to hell with it. You wipe your palms quickly on your pants and cup his cheeks, kissing him again. Aiming for confident, it starts much softer than planned. Still half convinced that he was just being nice. But he doesn’t pull away. He leans into the touch and into the kiss, shifting toward you to make the angle less troublesome. His arm wrapped around you pulls you closer and his hand moves to your hip, sliding down to grip your thigh.

Copia breaks the kiss first and you almost make it to disappointment before his mouth presses to your jaw, trailing along it to just below your ear and down your neck. To the spot where your neck meets your shoulder and his mouth hits just right. Dragging a moan from the very core of your being. He pulls back and blinks at you in stunned silence for what feels like an eternity. Though it was, you’re desperate to believe, more likely less than a second.

“… Devo ricordare quel posto.” He says, just louder than a whisper.

Snapping out of his reverie, he claims your mouth again. When he leans into you, you don’t push back. You don’t want to push back. Instead, letting him guide you back down onto the cool leather of the wide bench seat. Your hands tangling in his hair, moaning into his kiss while your legs hug his sides. This is, you suppose, probably not platonic.

Copia’s hips rock against yours, moaning as shamelessly as you. By your estimation there are entirely too many layers of fabric between you, and it’s still not possible to miss how hard he is, pressed up against you. You legs hook over his hips, pulling him closer, desperate for more. So focused on the beautiful sounds that drip from his lips and feel of him so close, the rest of the world falls away.

Including the sound of crunching gravel and the squeak of an old truck door. The flashlight, on the other hand, certainly gets your attention.

Copia’s head pops up and you both squint and try to shield yourselves from the blinding brightness. Barely making out the figure of a lump of a man staring down at you.

“Hate to break up the party, kids. But if you want this antique towed, it’s now or never. I got other jobs waiting.”

“Right… uh… hi… we-we-we just need a second. Don’t leave! We need to tow. Just… one second.” You are positive you’re as red as Copia’s hoodie but, at least, the tow truck driver wanders off without a word to prep his truck.

Copia flops back down on top of you, burying his face in your shoulder, and groaning deeply. Less for pleasure and more the sound one might make when dragged out of bed at the crack of dawn after a long night out. “Are you sure we can’t just stay here tonight?” His voice is muffled by your shirt.

“Might be a little cold.” You offer as a very weak defense.

“I will keep you warm.”

You can’t help laughing, kissing his temple softly. “Sister is already going to kill me for the car. If I let Papa catch his death out here, I might as well throw myself on the mercy of the Church and hope she’ll burst into flames if she comes looking for me there.”

He snorts and sits back to look at you. “How can I condemn you to such a terrible fate, eh?” Still stealing one more kiss, leaning in close and lowering his voice. “But we are not finished. No. Only pause until we are home, si?”

“Perhaps I will make you see stars there too…”

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Devo ricordare quel posto = I need to remember that spot for later.

[coquitokisses]

Trusting Again | chapter 012: catching up

Word count: 4127

A/n: This is the last chapter I have that’s complete so it’ll take me a while to upload the next one since I have to start writing it from scratch basically so just letting y’all know lol

series masterlist • previous chapter • next chapter

* let’s say it’s been like a month, again lol *

It’s like 8 in the morning and Bucky and Cat are currently on their “morning jog”. They’ve been going to walk together for a few weeks now since they’re literally the first ones to wake up since both of them have nightmares sometimes. Bucky has them more often than Cat, which she doesn’t know yet. He was the one who gave her the idea to go on a walk with him. He started doing it a few days before asking her. He thought that it would help him feel better about the nightmares.

When he saw that Cat was waking up at the crack of dawn too, he invited her to go with him and she accepted. It was supposed to be just for that day, but they ended up going everyday and now it’s kinda like a routine.

“Okay, I know sign language, I broke my wrist when I was 10 and I jumped off a third floor.” Cat spoke

“Wait what?!” Bucky looked at her

She chuckled. “Come on! Guess.”

They’re playing two truths and a lie. Usually Cat is the one that comes up with ideas to play different games while they’re on their walk. And Bucky just accepts since he really enjoys the company and he likes the conversations they have. He feels good with her.

“Okay, well I’m guessing the lie is that you know sign language.” He said although it sounded more like a question

“You are wrong, the lie is that I jumped off a third floor.” She replied

“Damn it!” He groaned “No way, so you actually know sign language?”

“Yes! They taught me in Bulgaria, it was essential.” She responded

“And you broke your wrist?!”

“Well I didn’t exactly broke it, it was a fracture, a very bad one, I almost broke it.” She explained “And it still cracks to this day, listen.” She put her wrist closer to his ear and moved her hand so he could hear it

“Oh my god! What the fuck?!” He grabbed her wrist “You’re sure it healed completely?”

She laughed. “Well the doctor said it did.” She shrugged “And it stopped hurting so I guess so.”

“Okay, my turn.” Bucky said

“Go.”

“I’ve never had a girlfriend, I broke my pinky when I was 13 and last one, I know how to draw.”

“Hmm..” she looked at him trying to read his facial expression and try to guess “I think the lie is that you’ve never had a girlfriend.”

“That’s actually true, the lie was that I broke my pinky, I’ve never broken anything other than my arm.”

“You’ve never had a girlfriend?!” She looked at him in complete shock “You’re joking.”

He chuckled. “I’m not.”

“You’re joking! Steve has said that you used to go on dates and all that stuff!”

“Yeah, dates, but I’ve never actually had a girlfriend.”

“Oh my god, I cannot believe this.”

“Why is it so hard to believe?” He frowned a little

“Because I just know that you were quite the flirt back in the day.”

He laughed. “What makes you say that?!”

“Oh don’t act so innocent! Look at you!” She pointed at him “You got a nice face and I’m sure you’re very good with your words.”

“And why would you think that?”

She chuckled. “I know a player when I see one, James.”

“I was not a player!” He defended himself

“Whatever you say.” She rolled her eyes laughing “But come on, you had girls, I know that for a fact.”

He shrugged. “One or two maybe.”

She laughed. “Right.” She nodded “It’s obvious.”

“It’s obvious?” He looked at her

“Yeah, a very cute dude who was also in the army and is very good with his words.. chicks like that.”

“Chicks like that?” He chuckled

“Yes, girls like guys like that.” She nodded

“Do you?”

She looked at him. “Maybe.” She shrugged

He smirked. “Good to know.”

“Oh stop it.” She rolled her eyes and he laughed “Oh my god!” She squealed making Bucky jump from the unexpected sound that just came out of her mouth

“What?” He asked worried

“Look!” She pointed forward “We walked so much that we finally found a beach!”

“Holy fuck, we did walked a lot.”

“Oh my god, I really wanna go, can we go?” She turned to look at him

“To the beach?”

“Yes!”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He replied

“Bucky, please.” She groaned “It’s not even 9, I bet there aren’t many people.”

“You wanna get in?”

“You don’t?”

“We’re not getting in, Lina.”

“Why not?”

“Because we don’t even have clothes and we aren’t even supposed to be at the beach, Steve is probably wondering where the hell are we.”

“Bucky please!” She put her hands together begging him “I haven’t gone to the beach in a year, my body needs it, okay?”

He rolled his eyes. “Don’t be dramatic.”

“Bucky, I’m begging you.” She looked at him with pleading eyes “We’ve been locked up in that apartment for almost two months, please, let’s just go to the beach at least for five minutes, I’m begging you.”

She was right, they really haven’t been out. They do have their walks to exercise and all, but other than that, they don’t go out for anything unless they need to buy food and groceries.

And Bucky knows how much Cat loves the beach, they’ve talked so much that he already knew that about her and he knew that she really wanted to go. And she’s the most that’s really struggling with all of this.

“Alright.” He let out a sigh “Let’s go.”

“Wait, really?!” She looked at him with a smile

“But we’re not staying more than 15 minutes, understand?”

“Yes!” She let out an excited squeal “Okay, come on!”

They started walking towards the beach and Cat was right, there weren’t many people, like two or three, actually.

“Look, there’s some showers for when we get out.” She said pointing where the showers were

“I’m not getting in.” Bucky shook his head

“What do you mean you’re not getting in? You have to.” She said

“No I don’t and I’m not doing it.”

“But why? Come on, it’ll be fun.”

“You go, I’ll stay here.”

“Are you sure?”

“Very.” He nodded

She just sighed. “Okay, fine, suit yourself.”

She took off her shoes and her shirt, since she had a sports bra under, and then went straight to the water. It was a little cold since it was still early and there weren’t any people in.

“Don’t go too far.” Bucky told her

“I know how to swim.”

“Lina.” He just looked at her

She rolled her eyes. “Okay, fine.”

“Clock’s ticking, babe.” He pointed at his wrist

“Oh my god.” She sighed

She quickly went to the shore and the water covered her feet immediately. She felt so good. She really loved the beach, since she was little. Her mom would always take her and her sister to the beach on the weekends and they would stay there all day, she loved it. And it’s kinda like the only thing that reminds her of her family.

“How is it?” Bucky’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts

“It’s cold!” She replied “Alright, I’m just gonna go in cause mami didn’t raised no pussy.”

He laughed. “I’m sure she didn’t.”

She got in a little more till the water was up to her thighs and then she went in the water. When she got out, the water was up to her neck. She wiped the water out of her eyes, blinking a few times to stop the burning feeling from the salty water and then she looked over at Bucky and waved at him, to which he waved back with a small smile.

She swam just a little further and just enjoyed the water for just a few minutes before swimming back to shore since she knew they couldn’t stay there for too long. And she was getting hungry since she hasn’t had any breakfast just yet.

“Feel better?” Bucky asked once she came out of the water

“So much better.” She nodded “That felt amazing and it was very needed but I’m ready to go because I’m getting hungry now.”

“I am too, come on.”

She picked up her shoes and her shirt and headed to the showers so she could wash away the salty water. Once she was done, they left.

“You should’ve gotten in, it was amazing.” She told him

“Maybe we can come again another day.” He said

“Really?” She looked at him

“Yeah, really.” He nodded

“That’ll be great.” She said “I hope my hair dries before we get home.”

Like 40 minutes later, they arrived at the apartment. Cat’s clothes was still a little damp, but she put on her t-shirt before going inside, and her hair was almost completely dry since it was very windy and sunny outside.

They took the stairs and then they walked into the apartment only to see Sam in the kitchen.

“Oh hey, you’re back.” He said looking at them

“Yup.” Cat nodded “Wait, you’re cooking?”

“Yes, the usual chef wasn’t here to make breakfast so I decided to make it myself.”

She laughed. “Yeah, sorry about that.”

Usually Cat is the one who cooks although there are times where the guys make their own meals. But she doesn’t mind cooking for them at all, she actually likes it.

“What are you making?” She asked as both of them made their way into the kitchen

“Scrambled eggs, we were out of pancakes.” Sam replied

“Oh no, you’re right, and I forgot to write it on the list when I finished the mix.” Cat pouted

“It’s fine, Steve went to buy some things we needed anyway.” He told her

“Well it smells good.” Bucky said

“Of course it smells good, I’m making it.” Sam said proudly

“Oh my god.” Cat rolled her eyes laughing “Ugh, I have to shower, but I’m so hungry that I don’t want to.”

“Don’t, food’s almost ready.” Sam told her “Shower after you finish.”

“Yeah, I think I’ll do just that.” She nodded

(…)

After eating, Cat went to her room to get some clothes and then headed to the bathroom to shower. 40 minutes later, she got out, got dressed and as she was walking to the living room, she saw a face that she didn’t think she was gonna see for a while.

“Oh my god!” She gasped “What are you doing here?!”

Natasha laughed. “What do you think? I have to come check on my babies every now and then.”

“Oh my god.” Cat quickly walked over to her and immediately hugged her “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too, babe.” She said and then pulled away from her “Ready to go?”

“Go?” Cat frowned confused “Go where?”

“Well we know you’ve been having trouble with getting used to this so we thought it might be nice if you spend some time with Nat.” Steve responded

“And we’re picking up Wanda too.” Natasha added

“Wait, what?! Really?!”

Natasha nodded. “Yup, we’re gonna have a girls day today.”

“Oh my god, I feel like I could cry.” Cat said and they laughed

“Go get ready, we have to get to Edinburgh.” Nat told her

“Okay, okay, I’m going.”

She only changed her shorts, she put on some sweatpants and grabbed her jacket before heading back to the living room again.

“Well I’ll see you guys later, you won’t be missed.” Cat told the guys and they laughed

“Hope you have fun.” Steve told her

“Oh I will.” She said “I’ll see you guys later, behave, eat well and please wash what you use.”

“Will do, mom.” Sam said

“Okay, we can go.” She said to Nat

“Let’s go then.”

“Bye.” Cat waved at the guys and they waved them back

(…)

* let’s just fast forward to girls day lmao *

“So this is where you’ve been living?” Cat said walking around the studio that Nat has been living in for the past few months

She turned to look at her. “If you got something to say, say it.”

Cat laughed. “I got nothing to say, stupid, I actually like it, it’s kinda cozy.”

“It is, I love it.” Wanda added “So how are you?” She turned to look at Natasha

“I���m good, babe.” She replied

“You like living alone?”

“I do, it’s kinda cool.” She shrugged “But I miss you guys.”

Cat smiled. “We miss you too, very much.”

“So? How are things?” She asked

“Things are.. well they’re okay.” Wanda responded “They could be better, but they’re not so bad.”

“Yeah, same.” Cat nodded

“So, how’s it been?” Nat looked at Cat “Living with three guys?”

“Well not gonna lie, it hasn’t been so bad.” She replied

“Have you had any fights with them?” Wanda looked at her

“Just some bickering here and there with Bucky, but other than that it’s been great, they’re great.”

“They’re your boys now.” Nat said to her

Cat laughed a little. “They are and I love them.”

“So how have y’all been feeling with this whole situation? You’re not used to this.”

“Well it kinda sucks.” Wanda answered “But there’s not much we can do about it so.”

“Same.” Cat said shrugging “I’ve been having some really bad anxiety, but I’m trying to just enjoy what I can do and lately it hasn’t been so bad.”

“If your anxiety gets too bad, you know I’m just one call away, right?” Natasha said looking at Cat

“Yeah, I know.” She gave her a little smile “So Wanda, how are things with Vision?”

“They’re good.” She replied with a small smile

“They’re good good or just good?” Natasha asked

“Well that depends on your definition of good good.”

“Well for starters, now that he can turn human, have you..”

Cat cut her off. “Oh my god.” She rolled her eyes “Don’t listen to her.” She said to Wanda

“What? Is a genuine question.” Nat spoke

“Shut up.” Cat nudged her “You’re sick.” She said and Wanda just laughed

“Whatever dude.” Natasha rolled her eyes

“Nothing has happened, just to clarify.” Wanda spoke

“What about you?” Natasha looked at Cat

“What?”

“No hook ups or anything?”

“Ew, no.” She rolled her eyes

Natasha sighed. “Boring.”

“You’re sick.”

“Seriously nothing has happened? You and Sam?”

“Nat! Oh my god, absolutely not, I would literally not be able to stand him as anything else than my best friend.”

“What about the two super soldiers?”

“Nat, please.” She rolled her eyes making Natasha chuckle “Steve is literally like my dad.”

“Then there’s only one left.” She shrugged

Cat shook her head. “No, absolutely not, no.”

Natasha scoffed. “What a waste.”

“You said Bucky’s cute.” Wanda looked at Cat

“Well yeah, but that doesn’t mean I wanna fuck him.” She rolled her eyes “Nothing has happened.”

Yeah, nothing else was happening. She’s been spending a lot of time with him, but nothing else was happening between them. He flirts with her sometimes.. and she kinda likes it.. but nothing else was happening. Was it?

“Okay, actually, there may be something else.” Cat spoke getting their attention

“What do you mean?” Wanda asked

She sighed. “I think I like him..”

Wanda and Natasha looked at her completely shocked.

“Oh my god, are you serious?” Wanda said

“I’m afraid I am, yeah.”

“I told you.” Natasha said with a small smirk

“Shut up.” Cat rolled her eyes

“So I’m guessing that Ryder wasn’t that serious after all.” Wanda looked at her

Cat let out a sigh. “Well it was supposed to and it was starting to get kinda serious, but that obviously went to hell when I left New York and never went back.”

“So what’s been going on with Barnes? What happened that made you to like him?” Nat asked

“Nothing, he’s just..” she shrugged “He’s nice and cute and we get along pretty well.”

“Oh my gosh, I feel like I could cry.” Wanda said covering her mouth “I knew it, he’s definitely your type.”

“I don’t have a type.” Cat immediately shook her head

“You kinda do, you usually go for unstable ones, like.. what was his name?” Wanda looked at Nat “The tall one, light skinned with the dimples.”

“Oh Wesley.” Nat replied

“Yes! Wesley.” Wanda nodded

“That’s my ex.” Cat rolled her eyes “It doesn’t count.”

Wes and Cat started dating when she was 17 and they were together for two whole years, but they ended the relationship because Wesley had to go to California for college.

“Didn’t his mom died in a car crash or something like that?” Wanda questioned

“Yes.” Cat answered

“And Ryder was adopted because his biological parents were physically abusing him.” Natasha added “Talk about trauma.”

“Okay, you guys are talking crazy.” Cat rolled her eyes “I have enough traumas of my own to be attracted to a guy who probably has more than me.”

Wanda and Nat just stared at each other grinning.

“You guys are the worst.” She sighed and they just laughed

“Has he said anything? How does he feel?” Wanda questioned

“Well no, but I think he does like me too.. I mean, I don’t wanna make a fool of myself, but it’s just a little obvious.” She replied “And a girl knows when a guy likes her, he’s been a little flirty too.”

“Does Steve knows?” Natasha asked this time “Or does he has an idea or something?”

“No, I don’t think so.” She shook her head “You’re the firsts to know.”

“I feel so honored.” Wanda smiled

Cat giggled. “Of course, like I don’t tell you everything that happens to me.”

“I hate that we don’t get to see each other more often, I miss girl talk.”

“I do too.” Cat pouted

“Glad you say it because I managed to get us some phones.” Nat said “Well, better ones than the ones we have.”

“Really?” Wanda looked at her and she nodded

“Yup, we can chat now.” She said singsongy “And don’t worry, they’re safe to use, I made sure of that.”

“You’re an angel, you know that?” Cat told her

“So I’ve been told.” Nat smiled

“We need to have at least a weekly group call just to catch up.” Wanda said

“That sounds good.” Cat spoke

“I’d like that.” Natasha nodded “So? Hair time?” She looked at Cat

She sighed. “Should I?” She looked at them

“Yes, of course!” Wanda responded “A new hair color won’t hurt.”

“I have everything to do it, I just need your consent to make you look hotter.” Nat told her

Cat giggled. “Alright, let’s do it.”

“Sit here, my love.” Natasha patted the chair where she just stood up from “I’m gonna go and prep everything.”

“So,” Wanda spoke getting Cat’s attention “You really like him?” She said with such a gentle tone and a small smile, like she was genuinely excited and happy about it

Cat nodded. “I do.. it’s crazy.”

“It’s not crazy.”

“It is.. I don’t think I should be focusing on that right now considering the situation we’re in.” She ran a hand over her face

“I think that’s the reason you started to focus on that.” Wanda replied “It’s nice that he’s something that’s helping you get distracted from all of this.”

“Well when you say it like that.. it does sound nice.” Cat looked at her with a little smile

Wanda giggled. “I know, your face says it all.”

(…)

* hours later of course, i wanna finish the chapter lol *

“So? What do you think?” Natasha handed a small mirror to Cat

She already dyed her hair and even tho it was still damp, she couldn’t wait for Cat to see it.

Cat grabbed the mirror and looked at herself.

“You’re joking.” Her jaw almost dropped to the floor

“Do you like it?” Natasha asked

“It looks amazing but holy shit, I’ve never seen myself with red hair.” She replied, still shocked, still looking at herself in the mirror

“You look so good!” Wanda told her

“Welcome to the redheads club!” Nat said “Even tho I’m not a redhead right now.”

Cat laughed. “I’m thrilled to be part of the club.”

They hung out for a while, the whole day basically, until it was getting super late so Nat decided to get on the jet and take Wanda and Cat back to their places.

They dropped Wanda first and then headed to Morocco to drop Cat off.

“Let me know what Barnes think about your hair.” Natasha looked at Cat

She chuckled. “Shut up.” She rolled her eyes and Nat laughed

“Well, I guess I’ll see you in a few months? Maybe?” Nat shrugged

“I certainly hope so.” Cat nodded “I love you so much.” She hugged her tight

“I love you more.” Nat smiled and pulled away from her “Don’t be a stranger, okay?”

“Same goes to you.”

She chuckled. “I’ll try now that we agreed to have weekly updates.”

“Good.” Cat smiled “Bye.”

Nat waved at her with a small smile and then Cat made her way to the apartment, she went upstairs and when she got to the door, Steve was there waiting for her since they called him a few minutes before getting there.

“Hi, dad, sorry for coming back so late.” Cat said walking in

He chuckled. “It’s fine, bubs.” He closed the door

“Do I look good as a redhead?” She asked turning around to see him

“You look great.” He nodded “Do you like it?”

“I do but I’m not used to seeing myself with red hair.”

“But you look good, it suits you.”

“Thank you.”

“You had fun?” He asked

She nodded. “I did.”

“I’m glad, you needed that.”

“I really did, it was like therapy.” She replied “I’m kinda hungry tho.”

“Well lucky for you, I bought some things today.”

“Yeah, I know, I’m heading straight to the kitchen.” She said and Steve chuckled

“Well I’m going to bed, call me if anything happens.”

“Steve, we’re fine and we’ve been fine for the last two months.” She looked at him

“Hey, you never know.” He shrugged

She chuckled. “I will call you if anything happens.” She said “You can go to sleep.”

“Don’t stay up too late, you need to get some good sleep.” He told her “You haven’t been sleeping well.”

She rolled her eyes laughing. “Okay, dad, I won’t.” She lifted her hand like she was doing an oath

“Good.” He said “And wash what you use.”

“I will.” She nodded “Good night.”

“Night.” He said as he walked back to his room

Cat just let out a low giggle. She likes that Steve sometimes acts like a father to her because she never really got to experience that. And she knows that it’s just how Steve was raised, being a gentleman and being that protective with her and all. But she doesn’t mind at all, she thinks it’s sweet.

Cat went to the kitchen and she looked for something to eat. She ended up getting some cereal. She poured some in a bowl with some milk and then went to the balcony to eat, enjoying the cold night breeze. A few minutes later, she heard some footsteps from inside so she turned her head only to see Bucky.

“Hey, you’re awake.” She said

“And you’re back.” He walked over to the balcony “And holy shit you’re a redhead!”

She chuckled. “I am a redhead now.”

“You look good!” He told her

“Really?”

“Yes! Are you kidding?” He replied “Have you seen yourself?”

“I did, but I’m not used to seeing myself like this.”

“You really look amazing, seriously.” He said “It suits you.”

She couldn’t help but get a little flustered.

Thank god there’s not enough light.

She gave him a small smile. “That’s very nice of you to say.”

“I told you I’m a nice guy.”

She giggled. “Thanks, by the way.”

“You’re very welcome.” He smirked

“So uh, what are you doing up?” She asked, changing the subject because she got nervous

He shrugged. “I just couldn’t sleep.” He responded sitting on the other chair that was there

“Huh, really? You still having trouble to sleep?”

“A little.” He nodded

“We need to do something about that.”

He let out a low scoff. “I don’t think anything will really help, but the intention is appreciated.”

“You’re so pessimistic.” She groaned “We need to do something about that as well.”

He chuckled. “Okay, alright, I’m open to change that.”

“That’s good! You know what this is? Progress.” She said and he just laughed

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[dharmasharks]

Thank you to the wonderful and talented @musette22, @somanywords and @zenaidamacrouras1 for the tag! I genuinely love hearing about your cool writer brains.

Ten questions for writers

1. how many works do you have on ao3

14

2. what’s your total ao3 word count?

199k. I realize that I am in prolific company in this fandom but I have never (and will never) be a fast writer. So that is a heck of a lot of words for me and I clawed my way to each and every one!

3. what fandoms do you write for?

At the moment, only my Stucky brain infection has become resistant to all other forms of treatment but fic writing. But I like reading a lot of different MCU pairings, too.

4. do you respond to comments? why or why not?

Yes, but I've been sucking at it lately. I like to respond thoughtfully (because I enjoy it and I like the connection) but my brain just hasn't been cooperating and I feel really bad about it.

5. have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of! Unless you count the AI bots. At least the AI that steals my job will have been trained to sing the song of Stucky, I guess!

6. have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have not. It sounds fun in theory, but writing is a pretty solitary exercise for me, and the alone time is a big part of why I do it.

7. what’s your all-time favorite ship?

Stucky. Steve and Bucky. Bucky and Steve. Of all variations across the universe forever and ever amen.

8. what are your writing strengths?

As much as my reading brain craves slow burns where it takes literally 100 years to touch each other's butts, my writing brain mostly wants to root around in what comes after the big damn kiss. So intimacy and vulnerability and romantic tension, I think. The vehicle for which is...smut!

9. what are your writing weaknesses?

I have a hard time staying motivated for longer fics. Just because I am slow, and writing first drafts for plottier stuff is fucking excruciating sometimes. But I will keep trying anyway!

10. first fandom you wrote for?

Stucky is the first I ever posted anywhere, but I used to write original fiction, once upon a time.

I procrastinated because talking about myself is hard wheeee, so who hasn't gone yet? Tell me things, @hipsterdiva @burnin-brighter @dontcallmebree @bromcommie @between-a-ship-and-a-hard-place (if you wanna!)

[yippie-ki-yay]

Kissing Headcanons ; Main Four

Kind of a second part to my first post to make up for how short it was compared to what else I’ve posted. Looking back on it I feel a little bad for only writing five per character :’)

CW for slight suggestiveness!

[HANK] 

Kissing Hank might be a little hard considering his lack of a lower jaw. It’ll be messy but so long as you don’t mind he really couldn’t care less. 

If you don’t mind the mess, he may or may not try and stick his tongue down your throat. 

Again, his little biting habit comes into play here. Whether he manages to catch you off-guard or you both have been cuddled up for a while expect to leave his company with a few new bruises. 

It’s a 50/50 on whether he initiates or not. Hank doesn’t get too shy over things like that, he’ll do it if he damn well pleases (unless PDA bugs you, he’ll get the message eventually and try to tone it down!), but whe

If you make the first move though? Don’t expect to be leaving it there. 

While he’s not going to be as vocal about wanting affection, he has the advantage of likely being stronger than you. 

To put it simply, you won’t be going anywhere unless he lets you go. It’s even funnier because he’s not even being forceful about it. Hank kind of just…holds you and that’s it. Bye bye movement. 

You’re just going to have to sit there until he’s done or if you manage to squirm enough to get away. Good luck <3

[SANFORD]

Has a habit of just scooping you up and peppering your face in kisses. The face you make when he surprises you like that is too cute for him to pass up seeing. 

While it’s easy to get him to blush, it’s much harder to actually fluster him. He’ll probably figure it out and get to you first before you manage to succeed. 

It’s okay though, he finds your frustration just as cute. 

Despite his size, Sanford’s literally such a sweetheart. He’s super cuddly as well! Both of you have definitely been wrapped up on the couch before, watching some dumb movie with you giving him an occasional peck on the lips. 

He’s such a sucker for domestic moments you don’t even know-

Oddly likes it when you kiss along his tattoo! Like coming up behind him and wrapping your arms around his waist and doing that is the fastest way to soften him up. 

He’s also very much the type to kiss your injuries better! Once you’ve been seen to and gotten all patched up, he’ll take his time going over every single one. Sometimes he’s silly about it, other times he takes a softer approach. Really he just wants you to feel better :(

If you do the same for him he’ll be over the fucking moon. Really, Sanford’s just a sucker for little gestures like that. 

[DEIMOS]

Deimos is kind of the spontaneous type. Would definitely pop up out of nowhere, give you a smooch, and then go about his business like nothing happened. You’d almost think that if it weren’t for the grin he was sporting.

Whines if you do the same, funnily enough. You literally won’t be able to get rid of him unless you give in to his (albeit cute) demands. 

Like I mentioned in the first post, Deimos’ incredibly easy to fluster and it goes double for something like this. Just sweet talk him a little, trail your lips along his jaw, and you’ll have a flustered, stammering merc wrapped around your finger. 

Not that he wasn’t to begin with, but still-

There are also times where things are a little softer between your two! Whether this happens after a nightmare or it’s a quiet moment you have post-mission, it’s something that sets off the ball of worry that has undoubtedly been building in you both. 

This is probably one of the few times that Deimos can bring himself to be vulnerable - both of you tangled up in each other, sharing little whispered affirmations and soft kisses. 

You both know how easy it is to lose someone nowadays, and even if there’s options for revival it isn’t guaranteed. It’s best to just enjoy the time you both have together. It might be the last, after all…

[2BDAMNED]

Most times he’ll begrudgingly accept kisses on the cheek, grateful that his bandages and mask cover the red that spreads across his face. 

For someone who comes off as serious as he does, 2B is surprisingly soft for affectionate acts like that. So long as you don’t overwhelm him and try and keep it to when it’s just the two of you, you’ll get to see a softer side of the team’s doctor. 

While he normally relies on you to initiate, normally being too stubborn to do it himself, there have been a couple occasions where he’s pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. It’s normally when you both were winding down for the night and you ended up falling asleep before him. 

For the first few months (maybe even a little longer than that) you will not be kissing this man on the lips. It doesn’t really matter how much you ask him or try and convince him that it’s alright, in fact that might make it worse depending on just how persistent you are, it has to happen on his own terms. 

Despite his indifference and overall rough attitude, 2B’s more than a little self-conscious over his facial scars. Despite not causing him too much difficulty or pain, the scarring isn’t the ‘cool’ type (at least he doesn’t think so). It’s rigid and rough - not exactly something someone wants to put their lips close to. 

Please, once he lets you, prove him wrong. 

I’ll save the actual ‘how’ for a later drabble, but once you both finally get to that point? He might be open to doing it more often...

[missywritesfor7]

Coffee | KSJ

Synopsis: You find yourself working another late night in the office alone. You’re used to it, but things aren’t as typical this night. You start to think maybe your office building is haunted. What’s really hiding in your workplace?

Pairing: Jin x Reader

Word count: 3.4k

Warnings: my bad attempt at humor

It’s not unusual for you to have to stay in the office late into the night sometimes. It’s been a normal part of your job since you started there a year ago. What’s not so normal is the amount of technical issues you’ve had to face tonight between your computer forcing you to restart it immediately and the suddenly unstable internet connection.

You don’t mind staying late, that’s one of the few times you can get some peace. You can turn your music on and dance your way through your work. You don’t have to listen to the one coworker who has a strong opinion about everything, or smell the one who keeps burning their popcorn in the microwave making it essentially unusable for 24-48 hours. There’s no one constantly standing over your shoulder or the one really sweet coworker who unfortunately doesn’t know when to stop talking. Honestly, if it were up to you, you’d prefer to work these hours when you can be left alone.

The internet disconnects once again and you’re nearly fed up. You decide to go to the break room for a drink of water in hopes that the internet is back when you return to your desk. All of the lights in the building are motion sensor so the lights all turn on the moment you stand up.

The light feels blinding at this hour so you manually turn them back off and go into the break room where the lights turn on in there once you enter. You cringe then grab a cup and pour yourself some water from the dispenser. It seems someone had been in there earlier and left a half drank cup of coffee and a plate with nothing but crumbs sitting on the counter. You shake your head and sigh at how people can be so messy. You take it upon yourself to throw everything out once you finish your water.

The office is dark on all sides. The break room is in the middle of the floor with desks and office space on each side. The other side is for a different department which you hardly see except during company events or when you happen to go in the break room the same time as one of them. There’s only a few faces from that side that you recognize. Actually there’s only one face you recognize because it’s probably your favorite face in the entire office. Too bad you don’t even know his name, but damn he looks good.

You shake your head at the thought and bring yourself back to the present. You look over towards the other side of the office which is also dark and think of how lucky they must be that they never work late like you always do, but it’s also good because that gives you the solitude you enjoy.

You go back to your desk to see the internet is still down. You decide to do a little troubleshooting to the best of your ability to try fixing it. You follow the steps the computer’s troubleshooter guides you through until it tells you to provide the serial number for the router.

“How the fuck am I supposed to know that?” You mumble to yourself.

You’re ready to give up and go home and just deal with the additional work tomorrow, but you decide to at least try to find the router as your last attempt to fix it. You grab a pad of sticky notes and a pen and go in search of the router.

You aren’t too sure where it is but you know there’s a small room where all of the network connection devices are. To your surprise the door to the room is wide open when it normally would be closed. You don’t think much of it and go inside to look for the router. Thankfully everything is labeled so it’s not hard for you to find it, but you notice it’s unplugged. You can’t imagine why it’s unplugged or why someone had the door wide open in the first place, but something about it all is starting to seem suspicious.

You write the serial number down just in case then reach your hand behind the shelf the router is on and plug it back in. You shut the door as you leave and go back out to your desk to see that’s all it took and the internet is back connected. You still don’t know why it was unplugged in the first place or how since you’ve been here all day and there wasn’t a problem until recently. Either way, you get back to working so you can hurry and go home.

It seems you didn’t hurry enough and a few minutes later the internet goes out again.

“What the fuck?” You grumble. This is starting to get old and highly annoying.

You go back to the router and see that not only is the door open again but it’s unplugged again as well.

“What the hell is going on?” You don’t want to overreact but you’re definitely starting to get nervous.

You look around the room and see nothing. You plug the router back in and leave shutting the door behind you. On your way back to your desk you make another stop in the break room for another cup of water. Things are weird and you just need a drink to keep your composure.

While you’re sipping your water you notice the cup of coffee is somehow on the counter again. You know you poured it out and threw the cup away so you have no clue how a new cup of coffee appeared. There’s not even any coffee being made in the coffee maker, and the coffee seems to be room temperature as if it had been there a while.

None of this is normal so you poke your head around while staying safely close to the well lit break room. There’s no one on your side of the office and you can’t see a single person on the other side of the office. When you step into the area the motion lights don’t even come on, which they should since you only turned the lights off on your side of the office.

You take a few more steps around looking for signs of life, but you find nothing. There’s no one there. No one asleep at their desks. No computers left on. Not a soul in sight. You don’t know where the phantom coffee is coming from, but you figure it’s best to get back to work and hopefully get out of there quickly.

You return to your desk to begin working again when the power on the entire floor goes out. You’re about to bang your head on the desk when you’re startled by a shrill scream that came from somewhere on the floor. You won’t say you’re scared, but your heart rate has spiked and your arms are littered with goosebumps. Part of you wants to investigate, but another part of you would rather pack your things and try again during daylight hours.

You decide to do just that and try again tomorrow. You start to gather your things then the power returns. Maybe it’s not worth the fight. Plus you’re tired and hungry. You shut your computer down and head for the elevator.

“AISHHH!!!”

A loud yell rips through the office again and you duck for cover out of instinct. You’re quietly listening for anyone but you hear nothing else. The power flickers again delaying your elevator escape. Clearly there’s someone here so you decide maybe they need help.

Against your better judgment, you turn on your phone’s flashlight and slowly make your way in the direction of the scream. You aren’t actually sure where the sound came from so you’re mostly going into this blind. The way your heart is pounding out of your chest doesn’t make things any easier.

Each step you take feels like impending doom. You’re almost certain this is how it feels to walk the plank. When you reach the break room you stop a moment to look around. The cup of coffee is still there seemingly untouched, but a new plate has now replaced the one you threw away earlier.

This time you decide to inspect the other side of the office closer. You didn’t give it a very good look so maybe you missed someone. It’s the only thing you can convince yourself of to keep from panicking. You’re panicking anyway. Every step you take feels like it’s taking years off your life.

You snake through all of the cubicles and even poke your head in the offices to see if there’s anyone around but you find nothing. Not a single sign of life. It’s dark and empty just like the rest of the office.

The power turns back on, but not in the main parts of the office. You turned the lights off on your side and apparently someone did the same to this side. But who? And why? And most importantly, where are they?

With the power running again and your nerves shit, you decided you don’t care enough to stick around any longer. You make your way back towards the elevators when the sound of something crashing behind you scares you out of your skin.

You quickly turn around and see nothing. You run to the light switch and turn all of the lights back on only to see nothing. No one there and nothing that could have fallen and made that sound.

You take quick panicked steps towards the back of the office. You poke your head in the break room to see nothing has changed. You then go towards the room where the router is. The door is only slightly cracked so you throw it open and your soul is sucked clean out of your body when you hear a deafeningly loud scream from a man standing right in the doorway.

“What the fuck?!?!!!!” You scream back in a panic.

“What are you doing here?!?” He yells.

“What are you doing here?!” You shout back.

“Working! What the fuck?!” He clutches his chest and takes a deep breath. “Who are you?!”

He turns on the light and you finally get a look at him. To your surprise, he’s the one guy you recognize who works in the other part of the office. The guy who, although scared to death in this moment, still looks just as handsome as ever.

“Why are you here??” He asks again.

“I was trying to work, what the fuck?”

“Are you the one who threw my coffee away?!” He huffs.

“Are you the one who keeps fucking with the internet?!” You question.

“I’m doing maintenance!”

“By unplugging the router?”

“Duh!” He sasses. “That’s the first step when troubleshooting anything!”

“Why didn’t you just get someone from IT to fix it instead of unplugging it?”

“I am IT!”

“And your solution was to unplug it?”

“It usually works,” he shrugs.

“Wow,” you chuckle. “I guess now that I’ve solved that mystery I’m going to just go home now.”

“Why are you working so late anyway?” He asks.

“I always do,” you shrug. “I’m usually alone though, not being haunted by a coffee drinking IT ghost.”

“You owe me a coffee by the way.”

“Fine,” you sigh. “Do you want me to brew you a pot right now?”

“No, I don’t like that coffee.” He turns and pulls a large bottle out of his backpack that’s sitting on the chair. “I like this coffee.”

He holds up the bottle that is just a juice bottle that’s been emptied and filled with coffee. The label is ripped off and written in marker is ‘Jin’s Brew’ across the bottle.

“Jin’s brew?” You ask. “Who is Jin?”

“I’m Jin!” He stomps his foot. “This is my special brew that I made myself.”

“Ok…how am I supposed to pay you back for your coffee if you only want your special brew? And why do you drink it at room temperature?”

“Can I not have a preference?” He snaps.

“Ok ok, take it easy,” you laugh. “I’m not knocking your preference, just…curious.”

Now that you know he’s not a ghost or an intruder you feel more amused by him. He’s tall with broad shoulders and the face that you wish you could see more than just once or twice a year. At least now you finally know his name is Jin and he works in IT. You start to consider if you should switch to the IT department so you could have some eye candy for once, but mid-thought the power goes out again causing Jin to shriek.

“Stop doing that!” You shout.

“I didn’t do anything!” Jin shouts trying to calm his volume and heart.

“Why does the power keep going out? It’s not even raining!”

“I don’t know.”

“Can’t you figure it out, IT man?”

“IT has nothing to do with power failure!”

Just then you both hear a sound from the other side of the office.

“Who else is here with you?” Jin asks.

“No one,” you say. “Who else is here with you?”

“No one.”

“Ok,” you resolve. “I think I’ll just get out of here because this is crazy.”

“Where are you going to go?” He asks. “The elevators aren’t going to work with no power.”

“I’ll take the stairs.”

“From the 12th floor?”

“You don’t think I can?”

“I didn’t say that, but…maybe we should stick together right?”

“Then come with me,” you offer.

“From the 12th floor??”

Just then a crashing sound rings from another part of the office startling you both again.

“Are you sure you’re alone?” Jin asks quickly grabbing his things.

The lights come back on and it’s a bit blinding after being in the dark. You both pause to listen for anything or anyone around but hear nothing.

“Let’s just get on the elevator before the power goes out again,” he says. “Come on, you have to stay by me because you still owe me a coffee.”

“Really?” You huff following behind him. “How am I supposed to pay you back if you’re a coffee snob?”

“Well excuse me for not wanting to drink the stale coffee in the break room,” he says rolling his eyes.

“Ok then, what other coffee would you drink?”

“Whatever you get me,” he smiles pressing the button for the elevator.

You can’t help but smile back at his big cute smile. He really is the best looking guy in this office. Although he’s being fussy, you can sense the humor in his tone which makes you even more smitten for some reason.

The two of you enter the elevator when it arrives and Jin immediately hits the button for the ground floor. He looks over at you and smiles again.

“I’ve seen you around the office a few times,” he says finally seeming to recognize you. “Didn’t you wear the hot pink unicorn sweater for last year’s ugly sweater contest?”

“Yeah,” you chuckle a little embarrassed. “I didn’t really have any other sweater.”

“I liked it,” he laughs.

“Thanks,” you laugh along. “You can have it because I may never wear it again.”

“Why? It’s perfect.”

Just as the elevator nears the 4th floor, the power goes out again bringing you both to a harsh and immediate stop.

“Nooo!!” Jin wails. “This place is fucking haunted!!”

“Easy there,” you say trying to hold back your laughter. You thought you were scared before, but he’s much worse than you and that makes you feel a bit better. “We just have to wait it out until the power comes back.”

“The walls are closing in,” he says hitting the emergency call button.

“Don’t be so dramatic,” you laugh.

“I’m glad you find this funny,” he pouts.

“Just chill. Sit down and just be patient.” You grab his arm and get him to sit on the floor with you.

There’s silence at first. The two of you sit there with your faces dimly lit by the back up lights in the elevator. You aren’t sure what to say now. Who knows how long you two will be stuck here.

“Well…” Jin says digging into his backpack. “We may be here a while so do you want to play Halli Galli?”

“What?” You ask watching him pull out a bell and a deck of cards. “You just…carry that around with you?”

“You never know when a situation will call for a game of Halli Galli.”

“What?” You laugh. “What type of situation would you possibly be in that would call for a game of Halli Galli?”

“The one where I’m stuck in an elevator for an indefinite amount of time with someone.”

“Are you always this funny?”

“Funny? I’m serious. I like to be prepared for anything.”

You stare at him a moment trying to read his expression but he’s hard to read. His tone is playful but somehow he’s keeping a straight face, which for some reason just makes him even funnier to you.

“Do you want to play or not?” He asks dealing the cards.

“You don’t seem to be giving me a choice,” you chuckle.

“Thanks for being a great team player,” he jokes, blessing you with the shadow of his gorgeous smile.

Despite the low visibility, you two begin playing a game of Halli Galli. Mostly it’s him dominating the entire game, but you find yourself actually having fun. You both chat as you continue playing and learn more about each other.

You learn that he’s single, lives alone, he has a brother, and he’s very enthusiastic about the library of games he has on his computer. He tells you more about his special coffee that he made himself. He took a workshop on a whim one day and learned how to create his own blend. He’s quite an interesting person who also makes you wish that the power would stay out for just a bit longer so you could continue talking.

“It’s too bad we don’t see each other in the office more,” Jin says. “Maybe instead of coffee, you can pay me back with something else?”

“Like what?” You ask.

“Any drink of my choice.”

“Ok,” you agree. “What drink do you want?”

“I’ll think about it and get back to you. You have to agree to it any time I say though.”

“Really?” You pout. He nods and you give in to his bread cheeks. “Fine.”

“First we have to get out of this capsule of death.”

“It sounds 100 times more awful when you call it that.”

“I’m sorry,” he teases. “I’ll call it ‘the elevator in which we will die if we aren’t rescued’.”

“That’s better,” you joke.

There’s a loud grumble that echoes through the elevator. Jin looks at you with wide eyes then sighs.

“I’m starving but I already ate most of my snacks,” he pouts. “I only have a few gummies left.” He reaches into his backpack and pulls out an open bag of gummy worms. “Want one? There’s 3 left.”

“That’s very gentlemanly of you,” you smile taking the offered worm and popping it in your mouth. Handsome, funny, and sweet. What a package.

Just as you two finish snacking on Jin’s emergency gummies, the power comes back on. The lights in the elevator power on rendering you both blind for a second.

“Finally!” Jin shouts jumping to his feet and punching the button for the ground floor. “I’m so hungry!!” He punches the button again.

“Make it work faster, Mr. IT!” You tease standing up.

“Hush, coffee thief!” He hits the button again and the elevator finally begins to move.

You both breathe a sigh of relief once the elevator finally reaches the bottom and the doors open to the lobby.

“Sweet freedom!” Jin dramatically shouts as he emerges from the elevator.

All you can do is laugh. The building is clearly haunted or something, but you were much less anxious with Jin keeping the mood light, though you’re not even sure if he does it intentionally.

“Come on,” he says grabbing your arm. “There’s a restaurant nearby and you owe me a drink of my choice.”

“Restaurant? Now?” You ask.

“You’re hungry too, aren’t you?” He smiles. “You buy my drink, I’ll buy your food.”

“Wait, how-”

“You can’t say no, remember? That was part of the deal.”

“I wasn’t going to say no,” you chuckle. “I just wanted to know what kind of drink you wanted.”

“After all of this? A strong one,” he laughs.

“Agreed,” you nod. “Let’s go!”

[contreparry]

hello and happy friday! maybe "so, what would you be? if you had to power to change all the things making you unhappy, what would your life look like?" from the yearning prompt list? uwu

You know what I haven't written in a bit? The Fenders roommates AU. So here's some pre-Fenders roommates for @dadrunkwriting!

Anders had grown fond of their Thursday night hangouts. When the weather was good, as it was now, they opened the door to the balcony, sat in the cheap plastic lawn chairs, and looked out over the bay while they drank whatever was stocked in the liquor cabinet or fridge. Occasionally Pounce joined them to nibble at the cat grass growing in a pot, but usually it was just the two of them watching the sea with drinks in hand. Sometimes they talked. Sometimes they didn't.

It was the companionship that mattered, really. The knowledge that Fenris was around did wonders for Anders' psyche. It was comforting to have Fenris sleeping down the hall, or to hear him cursing up a storm in the kitchen as the smell of fresh herbs and fried garlic filled the air. It was pleasant to turn a corner and see Fenris flick a cat toy towards Pounce's paws to play with him. And Anders couldn't deny the thrill that ran through him whenever he happened to catch Fenris fully relaxed- thumbing through a book, watering the plants on the balcony, stretching in the living room while wearing those leggings-

It was the companionship that mattered, that was all, but Anders couldn't deny that there was something special about Fenris' company.

"I can hear your brain overheating, Anders," Fenris remarked dryly, and he reached out with his foot to nudge Anders' shin. Footsie. Almost footsie, Anders corrected, and he took a swig of his drink. It was some sort of fruity cocktail concoction that Fenris insisted he try- an experiment for the summer menu at Isabela's. It was sweet. He could barely taste the alcohol.

"My brain is fine," Anders said. "Just... thinking."

"Is it something you can share, or would you rather ruminate on it for longer?" Fenris asked. His eyes were sparkling- or maybe that was just the setting sun. Fenris had nice eyes: big and olive green and surrounded by ridiculously long lashes- puppy dog eyes, Merrill called them, and she was (damnably) right.

"Mmmm," Anders weighed the pros and cons carefully before taking another sip. Fuck it. Why not?

"Just thinking that I enjoy your company. That's all," Anders said. It felt far too simple, considering the enormity of his... his gratitude, in truth. But it honest, and Anders was so careful about his honesty. You had to trust people when you wished to be honest, and trust was hard to come by. But with Fenris... Fenris was reliable. A pain in the ass and stubborn to a fault, but Anders knew him now. Fenris was honest and clever and noble, and he would always find a way to help his friends, even if he grumbled and complained all the while. Fenris made for good company, and Anders liked him, damn it!

Damn it.

"I wonder how painful it was for you to admit that," Fenris observed, a smug little smile playing at his mouth. "Considering how you required liquid courage to say those words aloud." The little swagger that pride and self-satisfaction gave Fenris was rather appealing. A confident Fenris was a delight. It was a shame that it was such a rare thing, and something in Anders cracked. Fenris was a delight, a bright, burning, almost unbearable delight, and though Anders didn't ask much about his past (a mutual agreement to respect pain and secrets) he knew that it was not pleasant. He knew that someone tried to snuff that light, that fire, out, and it made Anders want to set something ablaze.

"Not as painful as you might think," Anders replied. "Might I ask you a question?"

"Ask," Fenris said (with all the noble grace of a lordling speaking to his subject, Anders noted with a thrill of delight).

"So, what would you be? if you had to power to change all the things making you unhappy, what would your life look like?" Anders asked. Blunt. He was forever blunt when it came to Fenris. Were it anyone else he would try to be subtle. He would try flattery, try to bring about his thoughts and queries in an organic, meandering fashion. But this was Fenris, and Fenris deserved the upfront. He deserved honesty. He was someone who appreciated and valued the blunt just as he valued the delicate.

"An interesting question," Fenris murmured. He swirled the cocktail in his slim glass, and held it up to the setting sun as if he were toasting it. Then he knocked the entire thing back and set the empty glass down on the arm of the lawn chair.

"I would rid myself of my fear of magic. From there-" Fenris bit his lip and cast his gaze aside. "... I could learn to live again, if I could do that. It would make life a great deal simpler if I could be rid of this fear."

The honesty wasn't a surprise. Fenris was an honest person. It was the fact that he shared that honesty with Anders that shook him. He could have been knocked over with a feather. Fenris would have never admitted to being afraid of Mages or magic only mere months ago, but now... now was different. Fenris' honesty was precious, and Anders was going to hold onto it with all the care it deserved.

"I think you've made excellent progress. You don't even bristle at me when I boil water with magic anymore!" Anders said, keeping his tone bright. "Data point of one and all, but you do live with a Mage. That's progress, don't you think?"

"The power outage was a reminder of the usefulness of magic," Fenris admitted, and he held up his empty glass and nodded towards Anders' own. "More?"

"More," Anders agreed, and he got up, wincing when his knees cracked in protest. "If I were younger I'd ask you to make it stronger, but..."

"A light pour of gin, then," Fenris snorted. "Or none at all."

"So considerate. That's why I like you," Anders replied, and he hoped that Fenris didn't look any further into the comment. That was the only problem with living with Fenris: his honesty rubbed off on those around him, and Anders found his own tongue wagging when it ought not to. Companionship was all that truly mattered, Anders reminded himself as he followed Fenris inside. He didn't need anything more.

But damn him if he didn't want for everything.

[starshine-wagner]

Kodak Moment

Pairing: Danny Wagner x Reader

Summary: You decide to document a special moment during drum practice with Danny.

Word Count: 1,200

Warnings: swearing, slightly suggestive content

A/N: This is a re-upload to move it from my old blog to my current blog.

"Dammit," Danny huffed. He slammed one of the drumsticks down onto the snare and took a deep breath, stretching his fingers. He'd been trying a new bit on his Age of Machine line, but just couldn't seem to get the beat right. The two of you had been there for the better part of an hour.

"If I'm being honest, I didn't notice that it was o-" you started, but Danny cut you off.

"I did," he bit back, "And Jake did last night. And Josh will be up my ass about it soon enough."

You knew enough not to be too hurt by Danny's reply. It wasn't that he was frustrated with you. He was just a bit too hard on himself, sometimes. With a sigh, you sat up from your spot on the ground next to Danny and wandered around the stage while he continued practicing.

You paid a visit to Sammy's little Plato statue. You thought it was endearing that he kept a little buddy to keep him company on stage. He told you the story of how he got the figurine sometime last year, but, if you were being honest, you hadn't totally been listening.

It was before Danny and you had been dating and, with Danny sitting across the room, you had no chance at really hearing what Sammy had to say. Between stealing yearning glances at his best friend and feeling the butterflies flutter in your stomach, it truly was a lost cause.

You dragged your fingers across the keys, noticing that the stagehands had already set Sammy's his incense for the night. He'd been trying different scents lately, but, after a sniff, you determined that you weren't too fond of the one he'd picked for tonight. It was too musky for your taste.

Being on the stage was like taking a little peek into Danny's mind. You enjoyed watching him in his element, especially up close. Of course, during a show, you'd never be able to really see what it was like. But, during these little pre-show sessions, you could at least get a taste. Looking out into the empty seats, you felt a pit in your stomach and were immediately brought back to your 3rd grade piano recital. With a shudder, you turned back to Danny.

Just then, he let out an animalistic yell and, at first, you couldn't tell if it was good or bad.

"Let's fucking GO!" he shouted. You raised your eyebrows to him in silent questioning. "That one was damn near perfect," he nodded. Running up behind him, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. That's when your eye caught it. One of the disposable cameras the fans so oddly loved.

The guys had really gotten into the whole disposable camera trend this tour. You thought it was a little silly, considering they all had cameras with 10x better quality in their pockets at (almost) all times. But, they enjoyed messing around with them. They'd always be sure to have one on stage on the off chance that Josh decided to fool around during one of Danny's drum solos. And, of course, the fans went wild anytime he'd take pictures on stage.

You quickly released Danny from your hold and skipped to the front of his drum stage to reach down and grab the camera.

"Think Josh will mind?" you asked, lifting the camera into his view.

"It's fine. But what for, baby?"

You spun the gear on top of the camera until it was locked and loaded, and then aimed the lens at Danny, just as he was checking to see a notification on his phone. Probably Jake checking in. The flash went off and he whipped his head back up to you.

"You didn't tell me to pose!"

"I didn't want to! It's to commemorate you getting that part just now. That way, the next time you doubt yourself I can make you remember," you said with an all-knowing smile.

"Gimme that," he said, reaching his arm out to you from across the kit. He was glistening with sweat, but you don't think the camera captured it well. It couldn't ever really capture his beauty.

He turned the knob and aimed the lens at your face just as you went to pull a stupid grin.

"Absolutely perfect," he murmured. Once more, you came around to his side and tapped his thigh, letting him know that you wanted a seat. He spread his legs open just enough so that you could sit and face him.

"You know, they really should make these stools bigger," you thought.

"Well I don't think the manufacturers are typically envisioning more than one person on the seat, Y/N."

"Touché" you responded, kissing his breastbone. When you pulled your head back up, his thumb caressed your cheekbone while his other hand held you securely on his lap.

"I'm sorry I snapped at you," he frowned. "I shouldn't be short with you when you're just trying to love me."

"Thank you, Danny. You know I understand, but you're forgiven." Now it was your turn to admire his cheekbones. You had already helped him paint a pair of small triangles under his eyes in preparation for tonight's show. Though you admired your work, you admired his natural beauty even more. "You're a pretty boy, you know..." you reminded him.

"Yeah?" he smirked. "Pretty?"

"Very pretty," you murmured just before you moved to take his lips in yours. His hand moved down from your face and wrapped around your neck, applying only the slightest bit of pressure. He went to move it down further when you let out the smallest, barely-noticeable moan at his gesture. He rethought his decision and decided he liked holding your neck best. Your hand made its way onto his for just a moment before you had a bright idea.

Not breaking the kiss, you reached behind your back to grab the disposable Danny had placed on the snare. Silently winding it up, you stretched your arm out. Before he recognized what was happening, you'd snapped a photo of your little heated moment. Danny, once again surprised by your photography, pulled back.

"I don't think this is quite what they were envisioning when they coined the phrase 'Kodak moment', babe," he said, chuckling.

"Well," you started, running your hands down his chest, "I was thinking earlier. Sammy has his little tokens on his stage. Josh has his props. And Jake... well, Jake is too busy playing with his eyes closed to see anything else. But, you don't have anything personal with you on stage. Nothing to keep you, like, grounded."

He listened intently, his eyes still glancing at your lips, clearly wanting to get back to business. "So, once we get this developed, maybe you can keep it with you. You know, I can tape it to one of your stands or something..." you trailed off. The more you spoke, the more self-conscious you became.

Danny was silent for a few beats before his gaze met yours through his eyelashes.

"I mean..." you braced yourself for a pang of rejection. Maybe he didn't want to have that kind of thing with him at work. The right side of his mouth twitched up as he continued, "I mean, I think we can do a little better than that, yeah?"

Oh. Oh. The self-conscious knot in your stomach turned into something... else.

And so, back to business you went. The two of you made very good use of the next few minutes and the last few exposures on that roll of film.

Josh didn't need that camera anyway.

[kyokutsu-sama]

Hi🤗 @shanksbaby Do you really know how much I love writing anything for this wonderful man ? Ngl but I would be crazy enough to drink and throw myself on this man's chest and confess everything because my god he is so perfect😫🛐🛐. I hope you enjoy 🙂

What would it be like if the reader drank and confessed her love for Shunsui ?

Tw: a little suggestive at the end

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As we all know in the 8th division they usually get together to drink together although Nanao is not very much in favor of it. It had been a few months since you had joined the 8th division and you were enjoying the calm and happy atmosphere but there was something you were liking even more, the captain. Kyoraku Shunsui.

Nobody could judge you for that, that man was extremely attractive and charming. You sometimes found yourself looking at him and losing awareness of the world around you and he noticed too but didn't comment on it other than the little jokes he used to make about you but you laughed at him. You were starting to rave about the effect that man had on you. You even had a hard time talking to him without getting nervous and blushing. His perfume, his deep voice, the way his chest was exposed and you looked at him without realizing it. You just can't avoid this desire for him. You tried everything but you knew the way he turned you on and you were embarrassed to think about it but you just took a deep breath and made your way.

It was already night and you had joined some of your comrades to drink together. It was also a way of not thinking about him and it was working until he entered the room where you were and joined you. The atmosphere that was once festive and lively seemed to have lost the color. You got so restless, your legs got weak just listening to his voice and your hands started to shake.

"Good night captain, do you want to join us?"- asked one of the shinigami who was beside you

"Sure, I'd be happy to have a drink"- he said with a smile.

At this moment you just wanted to kill the guy next to you but you let it go...

He sat in front of you staring at you as he drank the sake he had been served. You couldn't even breathe right. Was he teasing you?

You just ignored him and drank too. After some time it was just you and him at the table, the others had already left. You were completely drunk unlike him who looked like he hadn't even started drinking. You were telling each other things namely about missions or funny moments of your lives.

"You really had such funny moments in your childhood I'm laughing so hard"- you said as he handed you another drink and you took it

"You're right, my childhood had some amazing moments especially between me and Jushiro when we joined the academy. What a good old days "- he said sighing

"Captain I really enjoyed this moment with you, for real. Thank you"- you said

"No need to thank y/n. I'm just keeping you company"

"You are so good to me captain. I like you so much"- you said while you was trying to get up and go to him.

He got up and grabbed you seeing you losing your balance. You grip onto his strong forearms and I look up to face him. You had desire in your eyes and he noticed without saying anything.

"My god captain, has anyone ever told you that you're hot as hell?"- you said laughing

"Well, most girls used to call me an idiot but you're one of the few who told me so I guess I'll take that compliment from you"-he said smiling

"They were fucking wrong about you"

You ran your hands over his face and then down running your fingers through his chest hair. He was looking at you while you did this.

"Captain I wanted you to know that I love you so fucking much, you have no idea what you do to me, how I try to ignore your presence but I can never do it because you are so damn hot. I just can't control myself"

"Y/n, I know you love me. I see the way you look at me, the desire in your eyes for me and the desire to touch me I know it but I just don't say anything"

"What a bad captain trying to ignore his subordinate"

"I could say the same about you"- he said whispering with his hoarse voice in your ear

"Oh my dear captain, are you giving me an opportunity?"

"Maybe, but I won't touch you while you're drunk. I'll wait until you're sober and then I'll show you what you do to me without knowing it"

"Don't tell me that I also have an effect on you?" - you said whispering in his ear

"When you're sober we'll have this conversation and I'm sure you won't deny knowing what I have to show you, right ?"

"I'll wait for you captain"

"Good girl"

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[ikeucity]

who is ikeucity?

♡⸝⸝ so, you've stumbled into my little corner of the internet—welcome to the valley.

keep reading to learn a bit more about me.

♡⸝⸝ who am i?

i’m keuri, 23, living in the philippines, working full-time remotely. being a certified homebody, i’m not exactly avoiding social interaction like it’s the plague—I just prefer my own company. introverted as fuck, no real-life engene friends (as much as i'd love to have some). so, tumblr became my outlet for all the enhypen delusions and nsfw thoughts swirling in my head on the daily. outside of work which i actually enjoy doing (not me being a workaholic), i’m in a relationship and live with my partner. honestly, i relate to jay on a spiritual level—my love language is acts of service and gift-giving, and i’m always doing something for the people i love. (i swear he doesn't know how spoiled he is) he also knows that i write smut and is my first boyfriend who hadn't been weirded out by me liking enhypen), he's super supportive and i am very grateful. you’ll usually catch me cooking, cleaning, or yelling at my valorant teammates to plant the goddamn spike (because why is it so hard for people to listen?!). i’m not a hardcore gamer or anything, but i enjoy playing with my boyfriend and his friends—keeps things interesting. and when i’m not getting fucked over by my valo teammates, i’m knee-deep in my enhypen fantasies. i’m always jotting down new ideas, watching their videos, tiktok edits, or reading imagines. enhypen’s music is always my background soundtrack, and sometimes i swear i hear my neighbors blasting it too. i’ve honestly wondered if i have a fellow engene neighbor, but i’ve never had the nerve to actually find out (not after they had only if you say yes on repeat for days). i’ve lived here for 2 years and don’t know a single one of them, and i’m kinda okay with that. i’m also a huge anime fan—and i’m always down to try new things. whether it's a fresh anime, a wild fic idea, or something a little more… explicit, i’m all in.

♡⸝⸝ writing style?

let’s get this straight: i write what i want, and i don’t care what anyone else thinks about it. i’m willing to do a lot of things when it comes to writing, and i’ve got endless ideas, but my favorite? the forbidden trope. i live for the danger, the tension, the steamy “this-shouldn’t-happen-but-it’s-gonna-happen” vibe. don’t expect me to write what you want—if you don’t like it, feel free to fuck off. i won’t be adjusting for anyone’s preferences, so read at your discretion. if it’s not your thing? move along. i’m obsessed with slow burn—the kind that builds until you can barely stand it. my stories? expect a whole lot of smut, angst, and unresolved tension. i don’t take requests, but don’t worry, there’s always something in the works. i love multi-member stories, but i’ve got a ton of single-member ideas just waiting to be written.

♡⸝⸝ biases?

jake’s got my whole damn heart (the man is chef’s kiss), but i also love jungwon a little too fucking much. let’s be real though, i’m a sucker for all of them—but yeah, jake and jungwon? they own me.

♡⸝⸝ so, welcome to my chaotic, steamy world, where the fantasies never end, the smut's hotter than hell, and no one in my real life knows how deep this enhypen rabbit hole goes. hope you enjoy the ride, sweetheart.

[ryuseibutgayer]

𝓘 𝓓𝓸,, 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓤𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓟𝓽.2

𝓗𝓸𝔀 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓮

𝓒𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓛𝓸𝔀𝓴𝓮𝔂 𝓼𝓾𝓰𝓰𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓵𝓵

𝓓𝓻𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓷 𝓦𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓣𝓸 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓑𝔂 simply asking by the question on a park walk date and try not to make so big of a deal out of it until after the wedding (🫣). He thought about this for a month or so until he devised a plan he felt was enough.

𝓓𝓻𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓷 𝓘𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓑𝔂 taking the day off from work for just the two of you. You'll go out to lunch and just take the day to have a prolonged comfortable date and relaxing time together. After dinner at your guys' favorite restaurant, he'll just take you both out for a nice drive. On the boardwalk where you both had your first date and enjoy each other's company in the memories, he'll pop the question. Boom 😌👏

𝓜𝓲𝓽𝓼𝓾𝔂𝓪 𝓦𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓣𝓸 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓑𝔂 making you a wedding dress himself, but that'd require quite a lot of effort to evade your suspicion... there's really no way to sneak that.

𝓜𝓲𝓽𝓼𝓾𝔂𝓪 𝓘𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓑𝔂 pulling a princess and the pea. He asks if you'll allow him to try and design a nice piece of clothing for you and your birthday, which of course you agree to. The whole time you have to keep asking him if he has a pin stuck in the collar because something back there is just fucking annoying the shit out of you. By the time the work is nearly finished a few weeks later, you're trying it on and you've absolutely had it- you fish around behind your collar and you pull off 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒓??? You turn back to question but oops, did mitsuya drop his pin cushion? No-? Then wh...-? 🙄 oh myyyy oh my goddddd who saw this comiiiing

𝓟𝓪𝓱-𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓷 𝓦𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓣𝓸 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓑𝔂 making a cake for you with the ring in the center. He then remembered "wait then how would they know where the fuckin ring is-?" Didn't really consider you might choke, just moved on.

𝓟𝓪𝓱-𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓷 𝓘𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓑𝔂 folding a 1,000 paper cranes. Traditionally, 1,000 paper cranes in Japan earns you a wish. The cranes will be in a room stuffed into bouquets, as well as 1,000 roses, as he sweetly and awkwardly stands there holding a bouquet and a ring, pink in the face and stuttering like a buffoon. Give him a second <3 "I- I wish that you'll marry me-!" He tries so hard for you oml

𝓟𝓮𝓱-𝓨𝓪𝓷 𝓦𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓣𝓸 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓑𝔂 coming up with a damn idea. He's had this on his mind. For a year. NO- SINCE HE FLIPPIN MET YA. SO GAH WHY CAN'T HE THINK OF ANYTHING?!...but then he remembers something. You're both about to move into a new apartment! He'll just stuff it with his shirts and find a time to propose sometime over dinner or something soon after you move. Right?

𝓟𝓮𝓱-𝓨𝓪𝓷 𝓘𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓑𝔂 making a giant shit of a mistake. He completely forgot he stuffed the ring box into his suitcase of clothes, and while he went to go bring in the huge boxes of kitchen appliances and such, he asked you to help him throw some clothes out on the bed and that he'd help start sorting clothes once he's done bringing in the rest of the boxes. So this man here waddles in the room nearly about to shit his pants when you say "what's this?", coming in looking like he's about to have a heart attack with his Adidas slides flopping on the floor as the swooshes of cargo shorts and an ugly purple shirt sloppily buttoned up scream from under his panic. This man here snatches it, stutters "uh-" 50 times, then turns around on a knee and proposes to you before 10 in the morning. 💀 Good luck unpacking that.

𝓑𝓪𝓳𝓲 𝓦𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓣𝓸 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓑𝔂 sky diving and proposing when yall land. He's fucking crazy. Nothing more needs to be said.

𝓑𝓪𝓳𝓲 𝓘𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓑𝔂 taking you to a cat café early in the morning- just before 11. You guys will enjoy a nice and simple late breakfast with pretty nice coffee, and all of a sudden you hear bells chime from a cat play room. You, with your cat lovin ass, gets excited and decides now's about a good time to go play with the kitties before you leave. ₜₕₑᵣₑ'ₛ ₐ fᵤcₖᵢₙg qᵤₑₑₙ cₐₜ-? All of the cats are just like tiny little insignificant fuck nuggets compared to this one grand and gigantic black cat with yellow eyes (Baji specifically adopted a hypoallergenic but fluffy breed from a shop and asked permission to have this set up here at the café- he's gonna ask to name it "Peje K", and yes you're gonna deny it), which has the most insane looking collar. Giant copper bells, beautiful lace, and a cute brooch- except once you pick it up, you're gonna realize it's a little ring. Good luck with all this.

𝓚𝓪𝔃𝓾𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓪 𝓦𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓣𝓸 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓑𝔂 gₑₜₜᵢₙg ₒᵤₜ ₒf ₚᵣᵢₛₒₙ

𝓚𝓪𝔃𝓾𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓪 𝓘𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓑𝔂 getting the dumbest but oddly enough, most helpful tattoo I've seen yet. He'll hide it from you for about a month (somehow you aren't gonna notice, you do you), it's on his forearm. One day when he shows up to pick you up from work, he'll be wearing a suit (sewn together by Mitsuya) with flowers in hand. He has you take the flowers as he rolls up his sleeve- he's got the ring on his pinkie finger in offering as he shows the tattoo of two vertically stacked hollow boxes, both labeled in clean font off to the left side of each, one saying yes, the other saying no.

[mejomonster]

Im a bit sad. Tbh.

Ive been thinking about many things. About how i do remember what it felt like to be in love, what i thought was mutual love anyway, and the special feeling of Really being genuinely excited to learn more about another person and love staring at them and how nice they look and how everything about them is just kind of amazing to you and makes your day brighter and warmer (like making new best friends feels when you really click right away, and like seeing a hot person you feel safe to actually look at and cuddle and hold hands with and listen to who smiles and is comforting) AND they feel all that for you! Theres an incredible feeling of acceptance that someone ELSE looks at you like youre interesting, like they genuinely care and it brightens their day to see you and be near you and hear you, seeing someone else feel genuinely accepted BY you. Its really comforting, and exciting, and at its best it makes you feel like being your most authentic self and doing what makes you happy because theres someone cheering you on and excited to come along as you do. Its the excitement of just having fun with someone and knowing that, for them, just you being there makes them feel braver to be themselves and proud of who they are.

And then it hits like a rock in my stomach that. I would very much like to feel that again one day. I have felt pieces of it with friends ive clicked with. But most friends dont stare into my eyes for minutes at a time, super happy to see my face - and i dont particularly want or get much from staring at my friends for a long time. (And dont get me started about how in our nuclear family couple structured society, even if some friends COULD feel that much joy at being with you they usually reserve that unrestrained eagerness to be close for their romantic partner and will assume romantinc intentions of you even if you have None if you try to simply excitedly hang out as much as might truly fill you with joy at seeing them more). Anyway its just. Id like to be in romantic love anyway too so just focusing on that. Its just that like: there really is something special in sitting next to a person and sharing your random thoughts or day and they feel better with you by their side (yes this is a friend feeling too). Well im demiromantic its fucking jard to describe what i miss! What i miss is like. Damn its staring at someone for hours, being so happy i woke up next to someone - not just eager to hang out but eager to be near them when im not doing anything and just planning to brush my teeth and eat breakfast. Only feeling that comes close to me is best friends, and thats also about the only romance ive ever felt some of those times, but fuck it the comfort and joy im describing overlaps.

I just miss that distinctive positive part of feeling a crush: that you genuinely find the other person Cool even doing boring shit, and they genuinely find you cool even with messy hair and a flat tire calling them asking for help. They dont find you annoying, nor do you find them annoying, and if you do sometimes get irritated the benefits of simply existing near each other are nice enough - enjoying each others company, easily cheering each other up, easily wanting whats best for each other and finding each other worthwhile - helps you two work through any frustrations.

I miss that.

I havent had that in years.

And why it hits so hard is like. In years i met a lot of people who i felt excited to see, adored many things about them and just felt my day was good seeing them or hearing f4om them. And they didnt like me back. They said they did, until they told me otherwise eventually. So i didnt know that while they were themselves and i loved them, to them i was "liked" until some part of me was annoying or inconvienient then i was not worth the effort of maintaining contact with. I didnt realize it wasnt going to be us both feeling good being around each other, excited to know the other. I didnt realize i was a convienient guest who would be replaced when someone they might Actually get a crush on is found, or just someone more convienient. And that happened over and over. And then i just stopped getting crushes on single people. Many years ago things just shifted, and every person i felt attraction to was in a relationship or unavailable. Maybe my subconcious wanted to avoid letting me even hope id feel the warmth of someone caring about me, so it stopped letting me crush on single people who id hope to like me back. Instead i just felt kind of hopelessly unlucky, feeling a crush only when there was no way to date and they clearly were Incompatible because they were unavaialble, so i just got rid of my feelings and moved on. Over and over. And then i guess last year even that shifted.

And i just stopped feeling. I havent felt any attraction to anyone in longer than usual, and i used to only get them 1-2 times a year at the most. Now when i think about, just in theory, being attracted to anyone one day, i just feel sad preemtively. Like theyll be yet another unavailable person, my brain being cruel to me and subconciously pointing me to. Or theyll be single, and ill feel luck as can be to even get the chance to feel hope that i could get to know someone, and even more fear theyll not like me back. Or worse, lie and say they do like the other people. I want to believe people tell the truth, so if they dont like me id really rather know sooner. But mostly, i guess im sad i might get the chance to feel all that wonderful comfort and excitement, while feeling my odds of the other person feeling anything for me except convienient are not great. Maybe not 0. But enough that it will be a decent risk, and may well hurt a fuck ton again.

And i know being all emo is self sabotage and i habe to go risk getring heartbroken 100 more times if thats what it takes. And i used to be young and braver and naive and Believe people who dated me and said they loved me... liked me at least, enjoyed knowing me and being around me at least. But i was wrong all those naive brave times i just leaped and put my whole heart into caring about another person and cheering them on and being excited to see them grow and being a part of their lives. I didnt usually get the same in return of being seen as worth talking to, worth just seeing, someone wanting me to do well. I got to be around Them and... that was about it. Maybe a tiny infatuation period where a person looked at me and seemed to be happy i was there, put in some effort to talk to me for me as in they actually wanted to hear how i was. And hoping for what i want i guess feels impossible. It feels like a matter of luck. Its not impossible to get: mutual love. Its easy, and many people every day stumble into it on accident or just being themselves or doing nothing particularly unique. In theory i could have a 99% chance of meeting someone whod mutually love me Tomorrow. Or a 1% chance. Its just my doubts and past make me feel like that 1% chance is all i ever have. No matter what i do. And it makes me feel so weary and heavy and scared to try and be brave for decades and hundreds of people just to hope i one day run into the 1% luck.