#we will play Water Hose and Lip Grab and it will be fun

[munson-blurbs]

Eddie 🎸/ Farm 🐄 / water gun🔫

A lil best friend!Eddie for you, bb 💚

Warnings: none, one sex joke but that's it. It's all fluff.

WC: 867

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“Wait, hold on,” Eddie says, putting his hands up in disbelief. “Are you saying you’ve never been on a Slip ‘n Slide?” 

“‘M serious, Eds,” you promise, fiddling with the hem of your shorts. You’re sitting up against his bed in front of the oscillating fan that’s providing little relief from the summer heat. “My mom was super strict. She took one look at Mel Gibson holding a gun in a movie poster and said ‘no way.’”

He chuckles incredulously, shaking his head. “Next thing you’ll tell me you never had a water gun fight.”

“Well…” 

“Y/N!” Eddie jumps up, mattress springs creaking underneath him. “You’ve seriously never had a water gun fight?!”

“It’s really not a big deal,” you protest, but you’re also embarrassed. Your mom never let you do anything fun, and you’d always felt left out among your friends. Even now that you’re an adult, she still tries to tell you what to do. 

Eddie remains stuck on your lack of water gun experience. “Huh,” he says finally. “We’ll just have to fix that, won’t we?” He extends his hand to help you up from the floor and you take it, a puzzled expression on your face. “C’mon, you trust me, don’t you?”

“Absolutely not.” But the smile on your face gives you away, You and Eddie have been friends for years; if you can’t trust him, who can you trust? “Now, where are we going?”

His chocolate eyes narrow and he stares at you intensely. “The seventh circle of hell!” he exclaims, deepening his voice to match his Dungeon Master persona. You’re clearly not going to get an answer from him, so you sigh and follow him to his van.

~

Fifteen minutes later, the two of you are standing in the toy aisle at Melvald’s. Eddie’s intently perusing their water gun options, tongue poking out between his lips in sheer concentration. He plucks a red one from the shelf and examines it before putting it back. “Entertech makes these battery powered ones, but I don’t see them here.” He grabs the red one again and hands it to you. “Will this suffice?”

“Sure.” You’re not a water gun connoisseur, but it seems fine to you. 

Eddie grabs the same model in blue and heads to the register. When you pull out your wallet, he gently pushes your hand away. “I got this.” He hands the cashier a crumpled ten-dollar bill and turns back to you. “Are you prepared for the most epic water gun fight this dinky town has ever seen?”

You roll your eyes but play along. “I was born ready, Munson.”

~

You’d assumed he would take you back to Forest Hills trailer park, so you’re thrown for a loop when he brings you to the farm adjacent to Merrill’s pumpkin patch. It’s quiet during the summer, with autumn obviously being their busiest season. It’s the perfect place to engage in some teenage debauchery without getting caught. Plus, as Eddie excitedly points out, they have a hose you can use to “reload your weapon.”

“Okay, assume your position,” Eddie announces once you’ve filled the water guns. “I’ll count to three and then the games can begin.” You hide behind a tree as he counts. “One…two…”

“Three!” you yell, pulling the trigger. A stream of water hits him square in the chest. You can’t help but giggle at his shocked expression. “How did you not see that coming?”

“I thought you played by the rules,” Eddie says with a pout. “I should’ve known better. Always such a troublemaker.” With that, he aims his water gun at you and sprays it over and over. He gets careless after a bit, and he accidentally gets water in your eye.

“Ow!” you shriek, lowering your weapon and covering your face. As soon as he realizes that he’s actually hurt you, Eddie comes trotting over worriedly.

“Hey, hey; you good?” he asks, tugging gently at your hand to get a better look at your eye. He’s let his guard down–the perfect time to strike. You smirk and fire back at him. “Oh, you are so dead!” he sputters, though you notice he’s more careful about where he aims.

The fight lasts until the two of you are laughing too hard to stand up, drenched from head to toe. As you traipse back towards his van, you thank him. “This was a lot of fun. Feels nice to just…let loose, y’know?”

Eddie nods. “Same. Plus, now you can tell everyone that Eddie Munson made you wet.” He waggles his eyebrows, grunting as you elbow him. “Shout it from the rooftops, baby! Eddie Munson got you soaked!”

“You’re such a perv!” you retort, contorting your face in mock disgust. Before he can refute your claim, a booming voice startles you both.

“What are you kids doing out here?” Chief Hopper shouts, slamming the police car door and hustling over. Eddie starts to walk faster, but you’re in the mood for trouble. “This is private property!”

“Sorry!” you call back. “Eddie Munson was just making me wet!” Eddie’s jaw drops open, and he practically yanks you into the van. “What?” you ask, feigning innocence. “You said to tell everyone!”

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[asena-graywolf]

Hangover

You both hit the bottom of the drink last night. So much so that you even played catch-up in the toilet to throw up. But it was pretty fun for you. Once in a blue moon , you did a different activity with your boyfriend other than playing games. You wanted your heads to be beautiful. And that night, you almost reached nirvana in happiness.

You used to burst into laughter at even the simplest jokes. The last thing you remember about last night was when you barely threw yourself in Kenma's bed.

However, you managed to stay sober. But you still had a headache. Stomach was also standing. You drank 6 bottles of beer in total. There were still empty beer bottles lying around, and the place smelled of liquor. You felt like a mess too. You were supposed to take a shower.

It hadn't even occurred to you to look at your boyfriend, who was still asleep on the other side of the bed in his drowsiness and hangover. Kenma drank more than you and didn't seem to wake up easily this morning. You put on your slippers right next to the bed, being careful not to wake him. You went to the kitchen.

It was like a hose had run through the kitchen. He was in a mess. The kitchen needed to be tidied up, but first you had to clean up the beer bottles that were scattered around.

You opened a large garbage bag and started collecting empty beer skewers one by one. You kept cleaning until there wasn't a single one left. Then you went back to the kitchen and started stuffing the empty bags of chips that you opened to eat with your beer in the garbage bag. You left out and threw out the smelly appetizers.

When you're done with the trash, you threw them in the trash can on your balcony. Now it was time for the dishes. You put them all in the dishwasher one by one. But you must have made so much fanfare that Kenma appeared in the kitchen under the influence of a hangover, rubbing her head.

“What noise is that Y/N? My head hurts like it's going to burst. What cleaning is this in the early morning?"

“I have a headache too, Kenma. But I don't want to stay in this filth no longer."

He pulled out a chair and sat at the table.

“Oops! We missed too much. Do you remember how many times you vomited?"

"Three times. “Maybe four,” you replied.

“I drank more than you, but you vomited more than I did.”

"I'm in no mood to question why," you said as you continued your work in the kitchen.

"I know. You drank water on top of the beer, and then ate the appetizers. What you're doing is called stupid. Is it okay to drink water on top of your drink?"

“Kenma okay! I'm not in the mood to take any advice. Please"

Kenma stood up from his chair and approached you from behind. He rested his chin on your shoulder and wrapped his arms around your waist.

"Can't we get some more sleep?"

You were impressed by the way he whispered in your ear. But the nasty smell of beer from your mouth disgusted you.

Your arms clasped at your waist you pulled away from him and away from him

“For God's sake don't come close, Kenma. You smell like liquor.”

"Really? What do you smell? Rose?"

"I don't think I smell that bad because I don't drink as much as you do"

Kenma was determined to keep you from cleaning. He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you close

“I have never seen you in such a hurry.”

“Well? So what?"

He put his forehead on your forehead and answered the question

“You're so cute when you're in a rush. You're always sweet"

You stopped worrying about cleaning and focused on your boyfriend. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to you

"Won't you kiss your drunk lover?"

“Would you let your drunken boyfriend kiss you?” he asked too

“My beautiful drunkard. Of course I'll let you."

Your hands ran through Kenma's messy hair

Then you gave each other short, passionate kisses on the lips

“You have soft lips. I can't stop kissing," said Kenma in his tired voice.

He hugged you tightly. He had his head buried in his shoulder

“This was so much fun. Let's do it again"

You patted his head and kissed his cheek, turning his face slightly. You felt the hardness of your beard, which is invisible but felt when touched, on your lips.

“It's so good to be drunk with you, Kenma. But it's not the beer that gets me drunk when I'm with you."

“So what?” ' he asked, without breaking his breath.

“Your caramel scent”

"Really?"

You loved Kenma's scent, and although you said it often, Kenma was happy every time he heard it, like it was the first time.

“I love your scent too. More intoxicating than even the strongest drink. I love you Y/N"

"I love you too"

You left your arms and put your hand on your cheek

“Come on, take a shower. I'll fix it here. I'll take a shower after you. After we have our breakfast, we will do whatever you want.”

He kissed her hand gently on her cheek

“Yesterday I couldn't continue the game. I fell behind in the exact order. If you help me, I can regain the points I lost.”

"Of course. I will be happy to help”

“One last thing. It would be so sweet if you could sit on my lap while playing games"

"You know I'll never say no"

[walker-extended-universe]

Skinny Dipping

Relationship(s): August Walker/Sadie Yoo

Tags/Warnings: Skinny Dipping, Lake, Playing Hooky, Summer, Heatwave, Swimming, Kissing

Summary: A heatwave has hit Austin. August and Sadie find a way to cool off

Written for @yeehawgust Week 4 Prompt 25: Heatwave

Taglist (if you would like to be added, let me know!): @theladywyn, @ihavepointysticks, @klaatu51, @itsjessiegirl1, @neptunium134

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It was the middle of August and Austin was looking at the hottest day on record in 30 years. It was times like this when Liam wondered why he didn’t just stay in New York. But the horses still needed to be looked after and Stella was probably going to brain him with her shovel if he made her muck out the stalls alone for much longer. So, back to work.

He yelped when a burst of water hit his back and he turned around to see August laughing with the hose dribbling on the ground. “Horses are watered,” he sputtered between laughs. “I’m gonna head back to the house now. Sadie’s coming over with popsicles.”

“Tell her to share!” Stella demanded from within the stables.

“Yeah, yeah….”

Liam shook his head and grabbed a wheelbarrow so he could move in some fresh hay. Maybe he should just go back to New York.

—-----

The air conditioner was running full blast but it was still too damn hot, even inside. “Thanks for letting me crash,” Sadie said, presenting the promised popsicles. “The AC at Geri’s place broke and the Side Step was packed.”

August grimaced and put the popsicles in the freezer. Thank goodness he had the day off. “It’s no problem. So, what do you want to do?”

Sadie shrugged, ripping open the popsicle she kept for herself. “Dunno. Too hot to think of anything. Know any fun ways to cool off that don’t involve vegging out in front of the tv with all the fans going?”

August thought for a moment, then smiled. “I think I have an idea…. Do you know how to swim?”

Sadie quirked an eyebrow. “Yeah but I’m pretty sure the public pool is full by now….”

“Who said anything about a public pool?”

She scoffed. “What? You got a private pool you’ve been keeping from me? Or are we finally digging the plastic kiddie pool out of the attic?”

August smirked. “Who said we even needed a pool?” He disappeared into the other room to get towels for them. “Come on; I know a place.”

“What? Wait, what do you mean we don’t need a pool? August? August!”

—---------

“Why are we at a lake?”

“So we can cool off in it. And be alone.”

Sadie bit her lip. “Okay…. Is it safe? I’m not gonna crawl out of there with some weird rash or anything, right?”

“I’ve never gotten anything.” August squeezed her hand. “Come on; would I have brought you out here if it was gonna end in a doctor’s visit?”

“I guess not….” Sadie approached the lake with trepidation, testing the water with her toes. “It is pretty cool.”

August stripped down to his boxers and jumped in, splashing Sadie in the process. He chuckled when she yelped and jumped back. “A little warning would’ve been nice,” she muttered, but there was no heat behind it.

“Sorry; I got a little impatient.”

She rolled her eyes. “Walkers,” she muttered before stripping down and joining him in the water.

“You said we’d be alone out here, right?” she asked sweetly, swimming over to him and wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Yeah; everyone else is busy at work so we should be alone out here….”

She giggled. “Somebody’s playing hooky,” she teased, pecking him on the lips.

“Yeah, but don’t tell anybody. I’ve got a good reputation around here?”

“Hm, that so? Wouldn’t want to sully it.” She kissed him again, wrapping her legs around him now too. “Guess we better keep quiet….”

August certainly wasn’t going to complain about that.

[chewablepebbles]

Watching Nope as a born and bred horse trainer was SOOO something. So somethings. I think I shall give Star Darlin' a day off tomorrow and just have fun with her.

[wonderwomanfantasy]

Sub Tsukishima

as much as I do love pegging this does not make an appearance this one unfortunately. also two tsuki posts in a row whoops

Tsukishima x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Grunge, public sex, shower sex, thigh fucking, Fem dom, brat taming, cum play, cream pie, this is rancid 😌

Word count: 1,700 (about)

Summary: Mud volleyball leads to shower sex leads to sub tsukishima

You could hardly recognize Tsukishima he was so caked in mud. only his glasses remained clean. 

“I hate you, I’m never doing this again,” he snapped. running a dirty hand through his equally mucked up hair. 

“Oh fuck off you had fun,” you said. you were just as dirty as him. sure, maybe mud volleyball wasn’t the cleanest sport, and yeah the water was freezing but it sure was exhilarating. you caught the collar of his jersey and pulled him down kissing him, and spreading a little bit of of mud on his face. 

“you’re disgusting,” he scoffed but you could see the blush on his cheeks. 

“you love me,” you cooed and he didn’t deny it. 

“Love you or not there is no way I’m letting you get mud all over my car, we’ll have to hose you down like a dog,” he snickered, making you roll your eyes. 

“Oh and I suppose it’s fine if you muddy up the car is it? come take a shower with me jack ass,” and you tugged him to the locker room. 

Technically the showers were coed, and the two of you were alone and Tsuki had seen you naked before. But a blush still creeped up his neck and colored his cheeks when you stripped your shirt and sports bra off. you reached into one of the stalls and turned the water on stepping back to let it heat up. 

“Are you just going to stand there staring like a pervert Tsuki or are you going to take a shower? you teased stripping off your spandex shorts so you were completely naked in front of him. 

“shut up,” he snapped, too distracted by your bare body to come up with anything more biting. 

“Oh I get it you want to shower with me but you’re too embarrassed to say so, is that it?” you teased pulling back the curtain a second time and stepping into the small shower stall beckoning him in. Tsukishima didn’t bother to argue stripping off his own clothes and joining you. 

The shower wasn’t built for two people, not that you minded clinging close to your boyfriend. 

“Stay close so I can see you,” he murmured taking you in his arms. 

“you’re filthy,” he sighed his hands trailing over your arms scraping the mud and grit off of you. you smiled and kissed him again. The water cascaded over both of your bodies warming you. 

You ghosted your hands over his pecs teasing his nipples with your nails drawing a small moan from his lips.

“Careful Kei someone might hear then we’ll get in trouble,” you teased, It was true, it was likely someone else could walk in any minute and interrupt anything nasty the two of you did. 

“shut up it’s your fault for getting me all riled up,” he complained, you looked down and saw his hardening cock 

“awe baby you got hard from just a little kissing?” you asked sweetly.

“It’s you’re fault, I can’t help myself,” he growled his hands going to your hips and pulling you so you were flush against him. 

“of course I get hard when a pretty girl touches me,” he sighed against your neck. 

“like I couldn’t make you cum hands free,” you scoffed. Kei smirked 

“is that a promise baby?” while he was distracted you pushed him up against the linoleum wall catching his wrists behind his back and pinning him in place. 

“if you behave,” you threatened Tsuki smirked

“I love it when you try to dom me,” he teased, you didn’t bother responding, you knew he’d be begging for you any second, like the big brat he was. 

with one hand you grabbed his throat keeping him in place with the other you reached for the showerhead. 

it was one of the detachable ones, you took it off the handle and adjusted the setting so the water came out in one continuous stream.  and lowered the showerhead to his throbbing length making him gasp. You clamped your hand down around his throat and his knees buckled. 

“awe dose that feel good baby?” you teased teasing his cock head with the nozzle. he clenched his jaw his hips bucking involuntarily precum leaking from the head and down his shaft.

You moved your hand from his neck to his hair tugging on the short blond hair that was still dirty with mud. you pulled hard making his eyes rolls back in his head a deep guttural moan ripping from his throat sending a rush of heat to your core. 

“you’re such a fucking slut,” you laughed, tugging on his hair again.

“Still think I can’t make you cum like this?” you teased, 

“fuck (y/n)-” he moaned 

“That wasn’t an answer Kei, do you want me to keep teasing you like this until you cum or do you want me to really fuck you, baby? I need you to say it,” you demanded taking the showerhead away from his sex. his eyes went wide and he groaned at the lack of friction. 

“you didn’t make me cum,” he pointed out, breathing heavily, his cheeks flushed. 

“You didn’t ask permission,” you shot back. you shifted closer closing your thighs around his cock shifting jerking him off with the fat of your legs, and hooked the shower head back in place freeing up both hands. 

“f-fuck,” he moaned, and just like that his resolve crumbled  “Jesus (y/n) I want you to fuck me I want to cum,” he whined. He could be so polite when he wanted to be.  you pulled back submerging yourself fully in the shower’s stream and leaving Tsukishima alone pressed against the wall, a pained look on his face.

“I don’t know baby, sure you begged once but you’ve been a real brat the rest of the time, and I don’t think you’ve earned it,” you said squeezing out some of the provided soap and running it through your hair casually, after all you did need a shower you were filthy, the translucent arousal slipping down your thighs not withstanding. 

Tsukishima knew he could pounce on you and take what he wanted, you probably wouldn’t even mind if he bit his way up your neck and shoved his cock deep inside your wet cunt over and over again until he came. But it wouldn’t be as good that way. 

Hot shame bubbled up in his throat as he tried to speak, his eyes fixated on the dirt cascading off of your perfect body. He wanted you so bad but he wanted you to take him. it was embarrassing to say but some how he managed. 

“p-please?”

you smiled “theres my good boy,”

Tsuki went to your arms kissing you feverishly, getting called a good boy was like fucking cocaine. You took his dick in his hand pumping it slowly.

“Please,” he moaned again as you kissed his Adam's apple. the word was getting easier to say, and more importantly, it was making you do what he wanted you hooked one leg over his hip and slid his cock inside of you easily. he moaned at the feeling. Tsuki knew that if he weren’t queit someone would hear but he couldn’t stop the jolts of sound that left him with each thrust of your hips, your cunt always felt so good around him.

You stuffed two, clean, fingers into his mouth gagging him. Tsukishima was only too happy to suck. 

“You feel so good Tsuki, you fuck me so good,” you priased quietly your free hand running through his hair shaking loose some mud. 

“god you’re fucking filthy I can’t belive I let such a dirty boy have his way with my pussy,” you sighed kissing his neck again, you could feel his cock throb inside of you, it didn’t seem to matter if you were condemning him or praising him your voice was enough to send him closer to the edge. 

“But you’re going to be a good boy about it aren’t you? yeah you’re gonna wait for me to tell you it’s alright to cum then your going to lick my pussy clean because you love me and you’re so fucken desperate to cum you’re willing to do anything I say isn’t that right baby?” you demanded and he said a muffled yes around your fingers wich made you smile

“your cock is so hard it’s fucking throbbing Kei, you’re going to cum if I keep this up aren’t you?” another slurred yes. 

“it’s okay baby go ahead and cum I want to feel it,” 

No sooner than the words had left your mouth he bucked forward nearly knocking you off your feet and you felt his orgasm hit his semen filled you, before dripping down your thighs when he pulled out and being washed away by the still-warm spray of water. 

Tsukishima’s legs gave out and he had to catch himself against the wall as he tried to steady his breathing. you went back to washing yourself waiting for the Bratty Tsuki to return. 

“I cannot belive we fucked in a public locker room,” he said sounding disgusted. 

“would you have preferred it if i rode you in the mud pit?” you teased, you examined yourself and found you were mostly clean, you couldn’t say the same for your boyfriend however. Mud still caked his arms and thighs it was stuck in his blonde hair and there was even a bit on his ear.

“get out,” he ordered and with a giggle you complied wrapping your towel around yourself as you left the shower leaving him alone. 

“after I get out of this shower this never happened,” he said shutting the curtain, you rolled your eyes and started digging through your gym bag for the clean clothes you’d brought. Just then a thin river of semen ran down from your cunt to your knee. Guess you weren’t as clean as you thought. 

[enhyqenn]

❝ garden hose ❞ — k.sn

📁 … !? pairing. sunoo x fem!reader | wc. 0.6k | requested? no

had you not had a massive crush on kim sunoo, you would be mad at him for completely soaking you in water.

“hey!” you shouted over the sound of sunoo’s laugh, frowning at the pink-haired boy. “i thought you said you’d play fairly! this is not ‘fair!’”

he did nothing to acknowledge your complaints, instead, he just raised the green garden hose in his hands, spraying you with even more cold water. he cackled at your weak attempts to cover your face. sunoo only stopped when you yelled his name.

as you balled your hands into fists, staring at the boy only a few meters away, you said, “you’re the absolute worst.

“says you,” sunoo snapped back with a grin, the twinkle in his eyes suggesting he wasn’t afraid to drench you again. and you were well aware that he definitely would with zero hesitation.

“ugh, now i’m freezing,” you said with a frown, wiping water droplets from your eyes and looking down at your drenched bathing suit.

sunoo raised his eyebrows at you as he replied. “um, yeah, that’s how this game works, dummy.”

cursing under your breath, you reached down to the bucket beside you. picking up a blue water balloon, you glanced over at sunoo, a smirk starting to form on your face. “i’m giving you ten seconds to run,” you warned.

“ok, i love you, but this is the equivalent of bringing a knife to a gunfight. i thought you were smarter than this,” he remarked, jutting his right hip out and leaning to the side. he lifted the hose as if to show off how much of an upper hand he had.

before sunoo could ridicule you anymore, you threw the water-filled balloon, hitting him square in the chest and watching as it burst, water splattering all over the expanse of his skin. sunoo took a step back in astonishment.

you let out a sharp laugh at his shocked expression, amused at the way he registered what just happened.

“oh, you are so going to pay for that!” sunoo yelled, a determined smile starting to spread on his lips as he raised the garden hose once again.

letting out a shout of surprise, you tried—and failed—to dodge the incoming spray of water.

you heard sunoo giggle before finally lowering the hose, allowing you a second to breathe. “that’s what you get.”

“can’t we just have a normal water balloon fight?” you asked in annoyance—the reason the hose was even out in the first place was to fill the numerous balloons you two had bought at the store.

sunoo’s head tilted slightly. “where’s the fun in that?”

groaning, you sank to the ground, sitting down on the wet grass. you started to pull at the small blades. “this is ridiculous.”

dropping the hose, your crush approached your slumped figure, smiling as he did. “what is? the fact that i managed to get you entirely soaked within the first thirty seconds of the game?”

“yes,” you said bluntly, looking up at him with a slight pout. “this was supposed to be a fair water balloon fight, sunoo.”

“ugh, fine. if you’re going to complain, no more hose. but, with or without it i can still beat you,” he stated proudly.

“oh, i’m sure you can. now please help me up,” you said, sticking out a hand.

sunoo sighed through his nose before grabbing ahold of you and hoisting you to your feet.

“thanks,” you quipped.

“mm hm,” he merely hummed, eyes on the water balloon bucket. he reached down next to you and pulled out a yellow one, glancing at you with that familiar twinkle in his eyes again as he said, “i’m giving you ten seconds to run.”

[shiversdownyerspine]

10. Douse

Still alive and kickin, I can’t be stopped!

18+

Expected to be set back on your feet as Axel reaches your screen door, you feel your face flush when you realize he fully intends to carry you out like this in front of his brothers.

At the sound of the handle turning with a creak, you promptly start flailing.

"Axel I can walk, you know I can walk! Let me down!"

Your cries falls on deaf ears. The relentless man releases the door handle to adjust his grip; the hand on your thigh slides higher, taking your dress with it, while his other grabs the back of your knee. Thrashing reduced to a much more controllable wiggling, he kicks the door open and steps into the sunlight.

Squirming and praying your rear is still covered, you try a different angle, "I will answer any questions you have about my Phase, I promise!"

That brings him to a stop. You brace your hands as close to his shoulders as you can and push off, shoving yourself backwards to his front.

With a gasp you slide down his chest as his hand cups your side to steady your quick descent. Your bare feet lightly pat atop the stone of the patio. The oh so cold wet stone.

Jolting at the chill, you look around the watery murder scene before turning your attention to the two culprits standing face to face like they're in some sort of showdown; Otto and Oscar, to their credit, have pristine feet. But at the cost of becoming drowned rats. 

You hold back laughter, but allow a wide smile. Their hair is an utter mess.

Otto and Oscar are ripped from their stalemate at the sound of your voice, "I'm sorry to say, but you're going to have to put your water war on pause. We should get this started before the weather takes a turn." 

Your next sentence you mutter just loud enough, "That and before a certain somebody gets impatient. And tries to carry people again."

The hand still at your side gives a soft warning squeeze that has you quickly scurrying over in the direction of your patio furniture before he can grab you up. You're not going to take any chances, you'd like to keep your feet on the ground thank you very much.

The younger brothers glance up at the sky to see rain clouds on the horizon. They wander closer to the cottage as you check and make sure the flower bushes close to ground zero haven't been completely flooded. Otto rewraps the hose as Oscar tries to squeeze out as much water as he can from his sweater. After securing the coils back on the hook, Otto slumps down in one of your wooden chairs. Sliding the messy locks of his hair out of his face, he gives Oscar the stink eye as his brother flops even more gracelessly down in the matching chair next to him.

Oscar pauses, taking a closer look at what you're wearing, and smacks Otto's elbow with the back of his hand. Otto glares at his sibling before his attention is directed to you. Admiration lightly flushes the large man's cheeks as Oscar grins at his reaction. Your usual wear is adorable, but they would kill to see you in something light and flowy like this again...and judging from the possessive hand Axel has rested at your back after he makes his way to you, he approves as well.

Trying not to focus entirely on the warmth of the eldest brother's hand, you step carefully to the wooden bench sitting adjacent to the chairs. Taking a seat, your feet lift quickly from the chilly shallow lake below as Axel follows close behind you. 

Sitting beside you, the man pulls your knife from his pocket, and begins with a simple, "Explain this."

Your eyes flash stubbornly. Did he really think you were going to make this easy for him? After his earlier stunt? Right.

As innocently as you can, you reply, "Axel that's a paring knife. You cook, you should really know this."

Oscar chokes his laugh down as Otto clears his throat. Unbeknownst to the two of you, the younger brothers had actually been locked in water combat for only a short time; earlier on Otto had gotten distracted by you and Axel, and Oscar had noticed where his tallest brother's attention had been directed. You both have had a captive audience pretty much the entire time.

At least until Axel had made his way over to the screen door with you tossed over his shoulder. Oscar had immediately grabbed the hose and did what he had to do to hide any sign of their guilty observation and eavesdropping. Otto hadn't been amused, but he begrudgingly understood that they may have needed some sort of alibi.

Axel's nostrils flare, his eyes narrowing as he thumbs along the blade.

He drawls, "What do you do with it."

Keeping a straight face is becoming a bit difficult. He is making this too much fun for you.

With slight confusion you reply, "...It's...it's in the name."

The silence from Axel nearly breaks Oscar. Otto has his poker face on and appears unaffected by your antics, but the mirth in his eyes tells a different story.

As for Axel? He betrays almost nothing, maybe a mild frustration at best. But his brothers would bet money that their older sibling is resisting some rather...lustful urges right now. Your teasing bothers the eldest in the worst way...or maybe the best.

Your eyes fall to the knife in Axel's hand. Might as well get this show on the road.

"...But yes, I do use it differently. I use it as an aid for my ability. When I want to change into my Phase, that knife provides me with a method that gives me the most control. If I vary the depth of the cut, I can adjust the time I spend in my Phase."

Oscar glances at the little unassuming tool before asking, "Change for what?"

You shift on the bench, getting a little more comfortable.

"Well. When I first started living here, my forest and lake were in pretty poor condition. Garbage and filth had been left sitting for years, which meant the soil was being smothered by water that couldn't drain the way it needed to. Because of the waterlogging, many of the trees developed root rot."

Cocking your head to the side, you recall the information provided by your environment books. You had spent countless hours reading and notetaking, determined to restore your childhood home.

"Root rot isn't the most dangerous thing, but it can be tricky to identify in its early stages. A little less than half of the pines were infected, a good amount too far gone. Their root systems had basically been turned to mush."

You worried for a moment you were boring the three who may have been expecting something more thrilling, but they appeared to be listening quite intently. They had mentioned hunting and fishing in their lives, so you'd have to remember these three weren't just assassins, they were woodsmen. Maybe this was right up their alley?

"So! The biggest problem I had at the end of the day, was identifying pines in early stages of rot. Not to mention a lack of tools to do so. But I knew that my ability affected my senses, and thought maybe I could use that."

Otto murmurs, "Better senses?"

You pause, "...Yes and no. Um...take my eyesight for example, my night vision. My eyes are better at night but are more sensitive to light, kind of like..an owl's. So in that aspect, it's situational. Better at night, weaker in the day. If there is anything I can call 'better' outright, it'd be my hearing and balance. But not by much."

Fidgeting with the hem of your dress, you fight back bashfulness at talking about a part of your ability that is particularly...bestial.

"When I was in my forest in my Phase, I..was using smell. Normally you smell root rot from the soil, it'll be bad...swampy. But with time and practice, I could smell the rot itself. I can't really describe it other than it's very...heavy."

Decay in particular stood out to you; a combination of sharp and dark, old and new and lost. You count yourself very lucky that you had no urges to consume those types of things, given the peculiar animalness of your ability.

"So, that's what I use my knife for."

You lean against the side of the bench, folding your arms over your belly as you think. There was something else...

"Oh right! You wanted to know um...why I didn't attack you three the first time? To put it simply, instinct plays a part in what I choose to perceive as a threat when I'm in my Phase. It's...decently reliable."

Otto shifts, grimacing at the wet feel of his long johns sticking to his skin, before asking, "To you, not a threat?"

A soft sigh leaves your lips, "I haven't really been in many dangerous situations in my life. But uh...when you three caught me...there was no sinking, overpowering, awful sensation. It was quiet. I was really nervous, definitely, but it felt like...I could wait? So I did."

You smile a little, "Besides, my healing gives me a little more wiggle room in terms of patience."

Oscar shuffling in his seat draws your attention; he does not appear to be happily enduring the texture of his soaked turtleneck, and his frustration is mounting. Refusing to be trapped and uncomfortable any longer, he slips his suspenders off his shoulders and drags the article of clothing up and off his body.

With flushed cheeks, you watch him drop the sweater onto the arm of his chair and relax half-naked in his seat. You try to distract yourself from the handsome man, to rip your eyes away before you're caught.

You succeed, much to your relief. Only that relief is temporary as your eyes land on Otto, whose clinging long johns have been rendered nearly see-through and what were you talking about again?

When Oscar returns his attention to you to see you tense and cheeks practically glowing with your gaze riveted to your knees, he smirks. Oh sweetheart, you can look if you want, they won't bite.

Well. Not too hard at least.

Besides, they've all been looking at you for quite some time. Not to mention having some not very polite daydreams involving you. Do you think of them too? Of their hands and mouths on you, fingers and tongues inside of you, bodies pressed tight against yours?

Curiously, he looks to Axel, whose interest is still on the knife...except its not, not at all. He's watching you, eyes half-lidded with a wicked spark glimmering in their depths. He'd seen your reactions, and if Oscar had to guess, was having some more indecent thoughts of you right now.

You're trying to convince yourself that the burning gazes you feel are simply the brothers thinking of questions...but if that's all it is, why do you feel so naked?

You squirm; it's probably just in your head, but you can't bring yourself to look up and meet their eyes just yet. You need something to keep the ball rolling, before this silence stretches on for too long.

Well...there is something that's been on your mind lately...

"...If..If you don't mind me asking you all a question?"

That seems to break the trance they were in, curiosity pushing through.

Axel encourages, "Go on."

You approach the question gingerly, "Alright..so doing the work that you do...I'd imagine one of your stronger instincts would be protecting yourselves and each other. Avoid hesitation...shoot first ask questions later? And...well?.....you all saw some..weird...woman?..animal?!?..looking thing! With glowing eyes, like something out of a nightmare. Why did you let me live?"

The silence and quiet shifting of their bodies that follows your question is enough to draw your eyes up from your knees.

The brothers had their gazes fixed on you, but after they have processed your inquiry, they falter. Oscar and Otto look to Axel, to you, and to each other. You watch them under your lashes the entire time, a little surprised to see them so...unsure. Axel had settled against the back of the seat, thinking. He seemed far away, lost in old memory. 

Otto keeps his eyes trained on his hands where they rest...were his ears a bit red? 

He mutters something and his brothers look to him in mild surprise.

He clears his throat and tries again, carefully, "Not..night hag...dream? You are...story?"

Scowling with frustration, Otto sighs, "Jävla engelska."

Oscar elaborates, "From fairytale."

Their admission brings back bittersweet memories.

Content to reminisce, yet a little forlorn, your eyes fall to the water that has submerged the stone floor of your patio.

"You know. When I first discovered what I was..or..what I wasn't?..the very first thing I did was grab any fairytale books I could find. Folklore, myths and legends, anything. We didn't have a very good collection though, and many were basically the same stories, but I had to be sure. In the end, there wasn't anything really like me in them. Of course."

It had been disheartening. You had been so naive; you had thought that maybe you could have found some kind of answer or reason for being the way you were, some kind of history or even family. Myths and tales had to come from somewhere, right? Hold some speck of truth.

Wanting to do something about the soft, sad expression on your face, Oscar lightheartedly teases, "Werewolf?"

It works.

Biting your lip, a grin slips through with a giggle, "I considered maybe something like that, but since there was no..changing under a full moon, I crossed it off the list."

You fidget, a little sheepish as you admit, "I still read any new fairytale books I can find in town. I'm not exactly looking for anything anymore, but...well, habit is habit I suppose."

Every once in a while you'd pull a book from the small collection locked away in your bedroom to read as you were winding down for the night. That or to pass the time as your condition played Keep Away with your sleep.

Axel finally drifts out of the past to join in, "We were told stories in childhood. Women with tails, or hooves. Forest spirits."

Otto hums, "Skogsrå or Huldran."

Oscar grins, "Forest maiden."

When all three had laid eyes on you, they had to fight back the initial knee-jerk reaction that they had encountered a real mythical creature. After the three had retired to their guest room to regroup, a dazed Otto just sat on the bed and stared into nothing while Oscar had jokingly asked if they could keep you. 

Half-jokingly.

Their curiosity about you had been...exceptional, but they still had manners they needed to mind. Drowning you in personal questions for hours and hours on end was too boorish, their mother had taught them better. They wouldn't subject their polite little hostess to such disrespect.

With a smile you say, "No tails or hooves here, just feathers and scales. And claws."

A ripple breaking the calm surface of water surrounding the bench has you peering up to an overcast sky. Maybe it would have been better to stay inside after all, but a light drizzle never hurt anyone. You can count yourself lucky that cold water doesn't bother your condition all that much...unless it's a cold season downpour.

The brothers look to your hands, recalling the new information you had revealed to Otto about your victim. 

Axel leans in, "Tell us about claws."

You hesitate, considering your response, "Well...they're...basically made of keratin. I think. Like fingernails but stronger. They're not that long, so they can't really be called talons, but they help me grip and climb."

Otto questions, "Not fight?"

Flexing your fingers against the material of your dress, you speculate, "That's...I mean, if I took a swipe at someone I would probably leave a bit of a cut. Although if I went for the eyes that'd be a different story..."

Confusion crosses the brothers' faces. How exactly did you kill the man, then? Was it the adrenaline?

Axel asks what's on their minds, "Can't kill?"

You figured after everything you said to Otto that this would be coming.

"...I know what you're getting at. You want to know how I did..what I did."

You lock eyes with the eldest, bold as you simply state, "I won't be answering questions about that today."

Determination sets the oldest Swede's jaw, "You made a promise to tell everything. Was this a lie?"

Unsettled, you speak before you can think, "Everything about my First Phase, yes! I haven't lied!"

You clap your hands over your traitorous mouth.

Axel blinks, and then slowly, surely, his expression slides into something sly and victorious; you've revealed something quite interesting. Only for a moment do you bear witness to the brothers' growing intrigue before you cover your eyes, head bowing to hide your face in your hands in pure frustration.

Oscar's voice drifts into your ears, "First Phase? More than one?"

You groan, "See, this is my problem. I like you three too much and it makes me slip up in such stupid ways. Fudge muffins."

The three assassins perk up at the additional reveal of your fondness for them, carefully storing that particular little nugget of information away to be closely inspected at a later time. For now, their focus is elsewhere.

Before they can push for a little more clarification from you, a flash of lightning interrupts the conversation. Worried, you turn to the men with a frown.

"We should move this inside, Pumpkin really doesn't like thunderstorms. Not to mention the kittens will probably be scared too."

Oscar is the first to react to the information; leaning far to the side in his chair to peer at the screen door, he can make out a little ball of orange fluff curled tight against the door in misery. You stand, the brothers quick to follow in your lead.

As you head towards the door peering this way and that at your arms and legs, you mention, "Don't forget to check for spiders before heading in. It's been a while."

Otto grunts and the trio do a quick once-over as you pause by the hose to rinse your feet, watching Axel out of the corner of your eye.

Hm. He really didn't check all that carefully...you eye the hose, weighing the risk. Really though, don't you deserve a little revenge?

Yes, yes you do.

Instrument of justice in hand, you take aim and blast him with what water was left in the hose before you have the chance to talk some sense into yourself.

Surprisingly, all the man does is tense up, still like a statue. There's no grunt or bark of surprise, though maybe you heard a sharp intake of breath from him?

Hair disheveled and wide-eyed as water drips from his skin and clothes, he stares at you. His younger brothers mirror his disbelieving expression and you can't help but take pride in the thought that you've successfully surprised all three of them.

You offer him a simple explanation for the impromptu shower, backing slowly away from the hose towards the door to the cottage all the while.

"...You missed a spot."

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Jävla engelska-   Fucking English

[serenityseventeen]

♪ The Last Day of Summer With You

Hoshi/Kwon Soonyoung : Dancing in the "Rain"

You and Soonyoung looked at each other, holding two different plants while squatting close to the ground.

It was a way for you two to comfort and encourage each other to continue pulling out dandelion and white clover weeds from your blossoming garden.

As if by the count of three, you and Soonyoung began pulling the plants. The squat was making your legs burn and you continued your attempt at plucking the stubborn dandelion; eventually causing you to fall backward flatly, your bum hitting the grassy floor of your backyard. Laying in your gloved hands were ripped leaves, yellow dandelion flowers, and stems with no roots attached.

Contradicting your failure, you heard a squeal of success from Soonyoung. He had been quiet throughout the entire weeding hour, only talking small bits and complaining. Soonyoung held up the roots of the dandelion while screeching in happiness.

You turned to see him laying down on the grass with the dandelions clutched in his hand, his arm that held the dandelions was raised high, like he was showing the unsupportive sky and burning weather of his achievements.

“God, I thought I would never get one of those mean things out of the ground... I always thought they looked a bit cute but sheesh!!!” Soonyoung shouted, finally letting his hands fall onto the cool green grass. “When can we stop this torturous weeding? I mean, it's the last day of summer, can't we spend today doing something fun, unlike weeding??”

Soonyoung sat up and began to sulk while placing the weeds he yanked into a plastic bag. His legs were spread out in front of him and his fluffy, disheveled hair reminded you of a hamster.

“I want to do something else too,” You replied. “But I'm afraid that when your mother comes to visit next week, the garden would look too unnatural.”

Soonyoung was panting as he crawled over to you, who was still sitting flatly on your bum.

“Aren't you hot?” Soonyoung asked, barely able to open his eyes because of the blinding sunlight. On this awfully hot final day of summer, Soonyoung just wanted to jump inside a pool.

You nodded in response to his question, staring absentmindedly at the dandelions you pulled. “Of course I am hot, the weather is like a lava pit.”

Soonyoung nodded in agreement. “Then why did you have to pick this special day out of all days to pick weeds??”

You turned to him and felt like you wanted to cry, not literally, of course, you were just feeling whiny, so, you threw your head against Soonyoung's shoulder.

“I just wish that rain will fall today...” You mumbled to yourself, loud enough for your boyfriend to overhear the small comment.

You jolted up and stood, placing your hands on your hips. You adjusted your hat and looked down at your boyfriend, who was staring up at you curiously.

“I'll go inside and get some water...” You said, determined for nothing.

You didn't want to pick weeds but the look of the overgrowing dandelions was constantly bugging you like a leech telling you to get rid of it. So, on this blazing ending day of summer, you decided that you couldn't take the messy lawn any longer.

After grabbing two cups of cold water, the moment you stepped outside, you were surprised to see Soonyoung waiting for you. You handed him the cold mug without a word but he didn't drink any, only set it down on the backyard stairs, and took your hand.

“I have something to show you.”

“All of a sudden??” You asked, placing down the cup, swallowing the last of the freezing water as he took you away.

Soonyoung smiled innocently. “I know you'll like it.”

You had no idea what your boyfriend was planning. He took you through the back door of the garage before pressing the front garage door to open. There were creaks and grinding noises as the garage door opened, leading to the driveway.

Then, you began to catch the sound of what seemed like falling rain. You turned around to try and look at the backyard but saw not even a trace of water.

“Look in front,” Soonyoung said while laughing, shyly covering his smile.

“What is this...?” You asked, amazed.

When the door fully opened, you were finally able to see it. The hose had been dragged from the backyard all the way here and you didn't know how, but your boyfriend managed to loop it on something on top of the garage door.

You subconsciously took steps forward, toward the “rain” that you had wished for earlier. Your heart was pounding as you stuck your hand out from under the shelter. Soonyoung did the same while gazing at you with a shy and pure grin.

“Do you like it? You said you wanted it to rain, right?” Soonyoung asked, drawing his hand back under the garage, hiding both of his hands behind his back. He leaned out forward a little bit to see your bright eyes as you looked at what he created for you.

You turned to him and with twinkling eyes, a gleaming, lovable, and dreamy smile, you squeaked, “I absolutely LOVE IT, SOONYOUNG!!!”

You wanted to hug him but instead, you took his hand and dragged him under the falling water drops that came from the hose. Soonyoung had probably chosen “shower” mode. The water coming from the hose was gentle and the drops were large; it felt like a shower, thus its name.

The refreshing feeling of washing away all the hotness was relaxing. You felt amazing under the rain that Soonyoung set up. You felt touched that he heard your soft mumble and then proceeded to give you exactly what you wanted. He deserved the world indeed.

Before you both knew it, you two were jumping around the driveway like little kids, getting soaked in water, splashing the driveway with your feet. You both didn't care whether or not it was dirty water; you both were having fun, smiling brightly, hand in hand, jumping around, have the best time of your lives under the “rain”, and defeating the summer heat.

The sun was shining down, the rays were still bright, illuminating each raindrop, and casting your shadows on the driveway.

You stopped after running short of breath from jumping and playing around so much. Soonyoung's wet hair made him look arousing and made your heartbeat pound faster Your eyesight was slightly blurred because of the continuous falling shower; every time you blinked, water would drop down from your eyelashes.

You called out to your boyfriend to ask if he was feeling refreshed yet but he couldn't hear you. He was in his own world, jumping like a little kid. The sight of him like this made you feel nothing but beatific. Staring at Soonyoung, you felt like he was an angel that descended from the heavens.

“Soonyoung!” You called out again, this time he turned around, his hair dripping wet drops as he turned around to face you.

“Huh?” He asked, still smiling like a child. He looked like he was extremely happy and genuinely having fun.

You didn't even say anything when he replied. You were caught up in his dreamy smile and eyes, along with his pulpous cheeks that you just wanted to squish together.

“Isn't this fun?” Soonyoung asked, leaning in a bit closer to your face.

You looked up at him and continued to grin happily. You went in closer too, thinking he was leaning in for a kiss, but Soonyoung only bumped his head against yours. With your foreheads against each other, he took one of your wet hands into his, tossing his other hand around your waist. Your empty hand instinctively went onto his shoulder.

After realizing what he was trying to do, you giggled softly. He was grinning.

“One, two, three, four, five,” Soonyoung counted as your steps followed each other rhythmically, turning into a graceful ballroom dance under the hose that was spraying a shower of water. “Six, seven, eight, and one, two, three...”

You twirled around, your spin causing water droplets to fly from your hair. Soonyoung watched as you elegantly spun, finding the soaked you utterly gorgeous. Your drenched hair and clothes somehow made you even more charming than you already were.

Snapping him out of his short daze, You asked as you twirled back into the arms of your dear lover, your back against his chest, “Aren't we wasting water? What about the water bills?”

Soonyoung chuckled attractively, his head leaning toward your neck as both of his hands fell onto your hips.

You flipped around to face him, your arms now wrapped around his shoulders. You tilted your head, waiting for his reply.

The corner of Soonyoung's lips lifted into a gentle smirk, as he replied with a somewhat seductive whisper, your foreheads kissing again.

“I won't be surprised if it amounts to over 1,000.”

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© serenityseventeen

a/n: I think this one is also around 1.5k words... The original idea is to dance in the water from sprinklers but I don't know how sprinklers work so I went with a hose with functions(?) lmao. + I got first dose of covid vaccine and I'm okay but my arm is slowly achinh lol + OCTOBER COMEBACK YESHSHHZIXKDF I'm so excited, I wonder what it is + SNAP SHOOT- I don't know what it is but I'm excited for it too

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How about one with angel where you play a prank on him so whenever he tries to give you a kiss you kind of move away. Imagine depriving him of HIS kisses we know he’s dramatic so at one point in the day he kind of pins you down on the couch and just peppers your face with kisses. I feel like at first he would find it weird but ignore it and when it happens again he gets likes this. LOVE YOUR WRITING!!!!

Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoy it.

No Kisses

Angel x Reader

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English isn’t my native language.

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You were bored out of your mind the whole day so you came up with an idea. Since Angel loves pranking you - you decided to get back at him as soon as he returns from the clubhouse. He left earlier this morning because Bishop called them in. 

You are currently standing in the kitchen making you some tea when you hear the front for open. Soon after Angel calls out for you. 

Let the games begin you think and smirk.

’’Kitchen’’ you reply and he follows your voice.

’’Hey Baby I’m back now. Have the rest of the day off’’ he lets you know and tries to kiss you but you turn around because the water in the kettle is now boiling.

’’Well that’s good. You’ve been gone quite often those past couple of weeks. I’m glad you now have a bit of time to recover.’’ you say while preparing your tea.

’’Do you want one too’’ you ask him still not looking at him.

’’No thanks. I’m going to take a shower now.’’ Right now it’s the first time you turn around to look at him. You watch him as he leaves and take your cup of tea before heading out to the backyard with the new book Ez gave to you the week before. You’re deep in your book and don’t really notice Angel coming out. He sits down next to you and tries to kiss you - again but you turn your head away.

’’Don’t Angel. You’ll ruin my lipgloss I just put it on.’’ you say continuing to read your book. He sits next to you for a while but you pay no attention to him. He gets up and leaves and you let out a sigh of relieve. You actually do love his kisses and its gets harder and harder each time to decline him but you’ve got a plan to carry on.

It’s around 6pm now and you’re still sitting outside reading your book when Angel makes his appearance.

’’Baby?’’ he tries to get your attention.

’’Yes?’’ you say still looking at your book.

’’Are you going to prepare dinner or do you want me to order something?’’

’’I don’t really feel like cooking today to be honest.’’ you say and look up to him for the first time.

’’Italian or Chinese?’’

’’Italian.’’ you say and close your book before getting up.

’’I’ll take the usual. Thanks Angel.’’ you say and move past him after patting his shoulder. You see that the gets more and more confused with you behavior. Normally when he was as often away as he was those past couple of weeks you’re practically seeking his attention. You’re all about his kisses and hugs. Some people would call it clingy but for him you’re just his little koala who need some love.

While Angel is ordering the food you decide to go to the bedroom to look for more comfortable clothes than you’re wearing now. As soon as you open up your wardrobe you see you favorite pair of sweatpants. You take those and one of Angels hoodies. It literally looks like a dress when you’re wearing it but you simply love it. As soon as you’re dressed you go to the living room where Angel is sitting watching TV. You sit down on the other side of the sofa.

’’You okay?’’ Angel asks you.

’’Yes why wouldn’t I be?’’ you ask him acting all confused.

’’Just wanted to make sure you’re okay’’ he answers you and looks back at the TV again. Shortly after he speaks up again.

’’Why are you so far away from me? Did I do something?’’ he asks and gives you his famous puppy eyes. 

’’No not at all.’’ you say and you know it’s not going to be easy now.

This is actually the moment you feared the most since you came up with your plan.

Those puny eyes make you weak. He likely can get anything from you when he looks at you like that. You simply can’t resist him. So you move closer to him but still keeping a little distance between the two of you.

’’Babe come on I’m nit going to bite you’’ he say and laughs.

’’Who knows you haven’t eaten since this morning might be dangerous for me to be so close to you.’’ before he can say anything else you’re saved by the door bell.

Angel gets up and opens the door. You take a deep breath trying to calm your nerves before getting up to get knives and forks for the two of you. Once you return Angel is waiting for you with the food. You sit down again and thank him for the food. Still not a kiss. Usually when he buys something for you always thank him with a loving kiss and a hug but since you need to keep your plan going you don’t do it this time. It takes everything not to kiss or hug him. You start to eat and feels his eyes still on you but you keep looking at your food. After you and Angel are done eating you want to get up to clean up the coffee table when Angel reaches for your arm pulling you on his lap. He wraps his arms around you lap trying to kiss you but once again you turn away and get off him. You grab everything and carry it to the kitchen.

’’Lord help me’’ you say to yourself. You go back to the living room and Angel still sits there he is deep in his thoughts and doesn’t hear you. You notice the sad look on his face and kind of regret torturing him like this but then you remember all the times he pranked you and you still have the urge to give him a bit of his own medicine.

You now lay down on the couch and take the remote hoping something you like is on right now. Angel gets up and before you know it he’s laying on top of you with all his weight.

’’Angel get up’’ you say but he doesn’t move.

’’Angel come on!’’ you say with a firm voice. Still nothing

’’Angel for the love of god. Get off me! You’re heavy as fuck.’’ he moves his head and looks at you before finally speaking up.

’’No’’ he says and smiles.

’’Yes Angel’’

’’No Y/N simply No! You’re depriving me of my kisses since I came back home from the club hose since this morning I won’t get up until you finally give me a kiss. I swear I can lay here for the rest of the day. You’re pretty comfortable mi dulce. I have time.’’ he says and smile thinking he now has won.

’’Well I have time too baby - keep waiting’’ you say and give him a winning smile. At least you thought that this was a win but you were wrong. So so wrong. Angel covers your face with his kisses - you whole face before he goes for your lips and as soon as his meet yours you know love lost. You may have lost this war but you don’t really care right now. You’re happy to finally have his lips on yours again. To have him this close to you again. Once he releases your lips you speak up.

’’You can be a little whiney bitch has anyone ever told you before?’’ you say and laugh.

’’No but thanks for that my dulce you’re so charming. You surprise me every fucking time’’ he says   in a sarcastic way. ’’I know right? Im pretty awesome!’’ and smile and he returns it.

’’So what was this about?’’ he now asks and move off you to sit next to you. You sit up and cross your legs before answering him.

’’Revenge.’’ is the only thing you say.

’’What for?’’ he asks raising his eyebrows.

’’The prank you pulled on me last week.’’ you say and he remembers.

’’Yes that was fun’’

’’Was not!’’ 

’’Yes it was Y/n it was legendary. Your face was hilarious.’’ he say and laughs thing back to the week before. He sees the look on your face and pulls you in his arms. 

’’I’m sorry baby but what you did today that was cruel.’’

’’I appreciate the apology. I swear if you do sorting like that one m ore time we’re not talking about depriving kisses. I swear I’ll bring it to a whole new level.’’

’’Is that a threat?’’ he asks

’’No baby I would never threaten you. This - This was a promise.’’

’’What will I be facing?’’

’’No sex’’ you say and lean back smoking at him. You know this is how you’ll get him.

’’Are you fucking kidding me? You’re not being serious right now mi dulce. I thought no kisses was cruel but this brings it to a whole new level.’’ he says full of despair.

’’We all you need to do is to stop pranking me and you won’t have to suffer or have blue balls more like both. So that I’ve told you your options I’ll let you think about it for a while.’’ say and kiss hime before walking away.

’’Where you’re going?’’ he asks

’’Bed’’

’’Wow hold up wait for me. I promise no pranks I swear.’’

’’Then I guess someone will get lucky now’’ so say with a smirk and hear him practically running after you.

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happy second birthday!! for the prompt list, how about number 8 and willex? au can be totally up to you!

Thank you! This one got away from me a bit, but I thoroughly enjoyed writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it!! Set in the gimme a chance AU, from before that fic starts, I give you flustered, protective Alex, hot for his boyfriend Willie, and some extra brown-haired himbos thrown in for fun.

#8: shielding the other one with their body (Rated T for language)

When Willie received the text from Alex inviting him to come watch his band practice, he thought it would be a nice, lowkey way of meeting the other boys that made up Alex’s family. They’d been dating for a few months now, ever since he had accidentally run Alex over while skateboarding down Hollywood Boulevard (not his finest moment, but hey, he got the guy in the end, right?), and he had heard plenty of stories about Luke and Reggie and the various shenanigans that they got up to on a near constant basis. Alex always tried to sound annoyed when he talked about his best friends and their ridiculous antics, but there was an undercurrent of true affection that underscored all his stories and told Willie how much he truly cared for them. He had been itching to meet them for a while now, but if there was one thing he had learned early on about Alex, it was that the drummer needed things to happen on his own timeline and not a moment sooner. Willie didn’t fully understand the need for a strict schedule and complete understanding of every situation, but if it made Alex happy, it made him happy. He was more than willing to go with whatever flow Alex directed.

What he was not expecting was to walk into a veritable war zone upon entering the studio the band rented out for practice.

Instruments were scattered about the space as if they had been dropped exactly where each boy had originally been standing, no regard for the guitar stands spaced out along the wall. One of the hi-hats on Alex’s drum set was overturned, the small stool he sat on to play shoved far away from the set, like Alex had stood in a hurry and not bothered to roll it back into place. There was a suspicious puddle near an open doorway at the back of the space. Not a single one of the Sunset Curve boys was inside. Willie entered cautiously, resetting Alex’s stool and righting the hi-hat. Loud yells sounded from outside, and slowly Willie made his way to the open door.

There was a small fenced in yard behind the studio, a few bicycles stacked and locked together along the outside wall. And, spread out across the yard, three 18-year-old boys with water guns pointed at each other, their hair and clothes absolutely soaked. The two brunettes were laughing, happy smiles stretched across their faces as they sprayed Willie’s boyfriend in a joint attack.

“You guys are such fucking children!” Alex was screeching, hands over his head in a pitiful attempt at shielding himself. “I told you Willie was coming by today; can’t you be normal for once?!”

“Awh, c’mon Lex!” The guy in a cut-off muscle tee lowered his water gun, grinning as he moved forward to shake his head like a dog, flinging water droplets in a wide arc. “It’s way too fuckin hot to play today. Live a little!”

Alex looked up as the other boy in a black tank top also lowered his weapon. Glaring, he whipped off his soggy light pink hoodie and threw it in the direction of the other two, smacking the first one right across the face with a loud, wet slap.

Willie’s mouth went dry. Alex was wearing a pale blue t-shirt, and the water from their fight had clearly soaked all the way through his hoodie. The light material clung to his chest and arms like it was painted on, the sight more beautiful than anything Willie had ever seen before. With his blonde hair flopping over his face, muscles glistening in the afternoon sun, Alex looked like an angel that had just emerged from the sea. Willie let himself appreciate the sight for a long moment before clearing his throat.

“Don’t stop on my account, Hotdog. Looks like you needed to cool off a bit.”

He grinned, loving the flustered way Alex suddenly stood fully at attention, running his hands through his wet hair and blessing Willie with a small peek at his toned stomach as his shirt rode up just a bit.

“Willie! Hi!”

The other two boys let out a chorus of oooooh Willie! in the background, but Willie couldn’t find it in him to focus on anything other than the sight of his boyfriend approaching, lips stretched into a cute little nervous smile. If he had known Alex would look this good all wet and ruffled, he would have dragged his butt to the beach long before now.

“I swear, I told them to be on their best behavior today, but it’s like talking to a brick wall sometimes.”

“Trust me, I do not mind.”

Willie let his gaze move slowly from the top of Alex’s head down and back up again, laughing softly as he watched Alex’s cheeks turn pink. Alex opened his mouth to say something, but then, almost as if he had a second sense for mischief, he was flinging himself in front of Willie, nearly slamming them both to the ground as he whipped his head around.

“No! Willie is off limits!!”

The warning was useless, cold water splashing along Alex’s back and splattering across Willie’s face and arms. The other two boys let out a howl of laughter, approaching fast and furious and unleashing a deluge of water that Alex’s body did absolutely nothing to shield Willie from. Alex sputtered and coughed against the water hitting his face until Willie finally reached up to tuck his boyfriend’s head into his neck, hiding his own face in the top of Alex’s wet hair. He shook with laughter, unable to be mad even as Alex growled into his neck, muttering curses against the other boys all the while. After another minute or two of unrelenting downpour, the water slowed to a trickle. Alex seemed to know what that meant before Willie did, unwrapping himself and turning around to face his bandmates.

“You are so dead.”

The brown-haired boys exchanged a look of panic, their water guns run dry while Alex still gripped one that Willie just now realized had a full tank. With a scream they dashed away, Alex sprinting after them and cornering them against the fence so he could hose them down without mercy. Willie hooted and hollered, egging him on, because it he thought soaking wet Alex was hot, soaking wet Alex as an avenging angel was even hotter. Willie bit his lip, enjoying the view for the short time that it took for Alex to empty out the tank on his water gun. When his ammo supply finally ran dry, he returned to Willie’s side, the other boys following close behind, all three of them laughing and shoving each other playfully. Alex slipped his hand into Willie’s, blushing again when Willie reached up to place a kiss on his cheek.

“My hero.”

Alex rolled his eyes, but the smile playing at the edge of his lips told Willie he liked the title. Willie reached a hand out to the other boys.

“Nice to meet you guys, I’m Willie.”

“Hey man, good to meet you,” the one in the cut off spoke first, bounding forward to grasp Willie’s hand. “Alex talks about you literally all the time. I’m Luke.”

Luke ducked away from Alex’s hand as he reached over to slap him, laughing manically. The other boy stepped forward, shaking Willie’s hand with unrestrained enthusiasm.

“I’m Reggie! Luke’s right, Alex does talk about you a lot. All good things though! It’s awesome to finally meet you!”

“Likewise.” Willie grinned, knocking his shoulder against Alex’s as the blonde slapped a hand over his face.

“Okay, okay, yes I talk about you a lot. Freakin sue me.”

“I think it’s cute. I talk about you a lot too, ya know,” Willie murmured, delighting in the pink that stained Alex’s cheeks yet again. Man, he would never get tired of that reaction.

“Oh yeah? Who are you gossiping about me to, pretty boy?”

Willie felt his own cheeks burn at the nickname, leaning in closer so his nose was nearly touching Alex’s.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Okay, as cute as all this lovestruck shit is, these jeans are not the most comfortable when they’re wet,” Luke’s voice broke the moment, and Willie coughed slightly to cover up his laugh as Alex let out an embarrassed squeak. “Let’s pack it up and go back to the apartment for dry clothes and then we can go get tacos!”

“Oooo tacos! Yes!! Luke, is that one guy selling over by the bar today do you think? His eloté is the best!”

Reggie was practically bouncing, bopping behind Luke as the other boy made his way into the studio and began to clean up the mess left from what Willie guessed was the beginning of their impromptu water fight. Willie slipped his hand into Alex’s letting himself be tugged along as his boyfriend unlocked the stack of bikes.

“I like your friends.”

Alex glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, smiling softly through the hair that flopped in front of his face. Willie moved it away, letting his hand linger behind the other boy’s ear for just a moment.

“They’re alright I guess.”

But the fondness in his tone told Willie they were more than alright. They were Alex’s family, and the love between them was genuine and ran deep. Willie grabbed his skateboard from the spot he had left it next to the bikes, tucking it under his arm as Reggie and Luke reappeared from the studio, guitars safely stowed in cases strapped to their backs. Reggie was still talking a mile a minute as Luke turned to lock the back door.

“-and then we should have a Star Wars marathon. Wait!”

Reggie turned to Willie with a serious expression that looked frighteningly out of place on his freckled face. Willie gulped slightly, sure this would be the point where Alex’s brothers would start their interrogation to make sure he was actually deserving of their best friend.

“Did you call Alex ‘Hotdog’ earlier?”

Willie relaxed, laughing loudly as Alex threw his hands up.

“God, you tell a guy about the worst food poisoning of your life one time and you’re stuck with a horrible nickname for the rest of forever,” Alex grumbled.

Luke and Reggie began laughing alongside Willie, who took advantage of Alex’s grumpiness to sneak another kiss on his cheek, lacing their hands together as the group began walking down the street back towards the Sunset Curve apartment, rolling their bikes alongside them.

Willie didn’t say it out loud, but he was pretty sure that was the moment he realized he was gonna love Alex for the rest of his life.

Send me prompts for my second birthday!

[slashersins-abandoned]

best friends are never forgotten

thanks to @august-burns-red for helping me rant plot out & helping with some characterization !

part one 

part two |

“Brahms!” The boy looked up from where he sat , currently playing some idle game with Emily . You were beaming , bounding over to him with your hands clutched together . Emily gasped at the sight of you . Shoes and knees coated in mud , hands filthy and there was even filthy smudges on your cheeks . You didn’t seem to mind a bit , carefully opening your hands to show the pair the frog you’d caught . “Look it ! I gots a frog!”

Brahms grinned giving you a pat on the head, it only caused you to bounce excitedly at the attention . And Emily was squealing , slapping at your hand for you to drop it and then jumping onto the bench to make sure it didn’t touch her . “Y/n ! You can’t catch frogs , ladies don’t catch frogs . And you’re all dirty . Mummy and Mrs. Heelshire are going to be upset!”

You’re adorable to him . Like a puppy , bright smile , excited and bouncing . Ever since the start of summer when you poked your head from behind Emily’s back to say hello in you funny little accent . You were nothing at all like Emily , like how little girls were supposed to behave according to his mother . A stray ragamuffin , filthy and ridiculous .

His lips twitch , eyes full of boyish mischief . He’d known you were wearing one of Emily’s dresses , an attempt by the girls mother to civilize her niece . Which is why he’d asked you to go find him a frog , telling you in a hushed whisper how much he really wanted one . And you had delivered , just like a good puppy would .

“Oh.” You pause for a moment , sticking your tongue out as tiny hands try to grab for the leaping frog . You might have shown him the frog but you hadn’t given it to him yet . “But I just wanted to give Brahms a frog!” You sit on the grass , no doubt adding stains to the already ruined dress , feet plopped out in front of you and you looked up at your cousin .

“Brahms doesn’t need a frog.” She sighed again , tossing her hands up like Mrs. Heelshire did when she realized she’d have to give you a bath when you showed up covered in dirt at her door step two weeks ago . You’d walked a long way from Emily’s house to Brahms’ , stopping to yank flowers out the ground root and earth and all . She hadn’t liked the flowers . Or giving you a bath . But you had gotten to run around the house in Brahms’ too big clothes , giggling and following the big around much to his entertainment .

“He’s a gentleman . And you’re a lady .” Emily shook her head , hands on her hips as she lightly scolded you . How on earth was she ever going to help her cousin be a little lady like she was ? Her mummy was right , you were hopeless and tragically American . But Emily adored you for your strangeness all the same . “We need to get you clean … And a new dress …”

You perked you , goofily grinning as you have a solution that your momma used back home . “Could jus’ hose me down ! Momma and Papa always use the waterin’ hose to get all the mud off ‘fore they take me inside!” You’re much too prideful in your ability to get so covered in mud . It makes Emily sigh and Brahms light up mischievously .

He doesn’t hesitate to move from his spot , grabbing your hand and tugging you towards the rose garden . Everyday you seemed to prove to him that you were more and more like a cute puppy . And Brahms enjoyed playing with you , almost more than Emily . You , at least , could entertain him .

“Brahms , you can’t really want to spray her down with the garden hose ! She needs a bath . A proper one.” Emily was pouting . You were just happy for the attention . And Brahms was thrumming with mischief when he turned on the faucet .

You squealed happily , laughing as Brahms sprayed you with water . He laughed too , chasing you a bit as your dress became heavy with water . Mud dripped from you , and only after a few moments did you stop playing and start trying to get the mud off of you . It was a semi success . And you were pleased , giving Brahms a big smile . You turned to show Emily , and she only shook her head . But the smile on her lips gave away that she’d found the entire situation funny as well . And then Brahms turned the hose on Emily and she shrieked with surprise .

By the time Mrs . Heelshire and Auntie came to get the three of you for dinner it was too late . All of you were in varying degrees of wet and muddy . All in need of a bath and new set of clothes . Emily looked embarrassed , Brahms bowed his head politely at his scolding , a frown on his face , you just tilted your head with confusion . You couldn’t understand why the adults here didn’t understand having fun .

The summer days came and went with the same rhythm . You’d follow around Emily and play , visit Brahms and play . Try to learn how to write pretty , try to learn how to play the piano , listening to Brahms and Emily read you new books , trying to learn to dance . Getting up to the mischief only a five year old with two eight year old friends could get up to . Scandalizing and traumatizing Mrs Heelshire and your own Aunt while

exasperating and entertaining Mr Heelshire and your Uncle .

You’d even earned the nickname of ragamuffin , often used by Mr Heelshire when you’d gotten up to something in the grass and mud . The summer days came and went with a pleasant happiness , one that left you snuggling into the covers with Emily while you whispered about your adventures until sleep took you . One that saw you wrapped in a cuddle pile between Brahms and Emily as you all napped in the middle of the library floor , tired from hours of playing and laughing . You were happy .

A sneeze . One more . Another one . You look miserable . Emily pressing a fancy handkerchief to your red nose as you sneeze again . She pours and fusses over you , tucking you in tightly .

“Darling , you’ll catch her cold . Y/n will be fine , come along .” Your aunts voice is muffled , your ears seeming to be filled with pillow fluff . But you manage to make a soft noise in greeting to your aunt . Emily pouts , tucking the covers around your shoulders before she slips off the bed .

“But I wanna —“ sneeze , “wanna —“ sneeze , sneeze , your eyes water and you cough some , trying to sit up in bed but only falling forward with a tired whine. “Wanna play with Em’ly an’ Brammy.” Your stuffy nose makes your little country American accent all that more complicated . But your aunt only sighs , shaking her head .

“Stubborn thing . You don’t want to get them both sick do you ? You’re staying in and resting . Besides , it’s you wouldn’t be sick if you hadn’t tried tried to catch frogs in the pond and fell in .” She has a bemused and tired look . Affectionate an disappointed all in the same . You pout, opening your mouth to protest , wanting to tell your aunt you’re fine and don’t feel sick at all when you start sneezing again . The woman only shakes her head , pouring a thick spoonful of gross medicine and telling you to open up . It’s bitter and gross , but you swallow it down .

Emily waits by the door , worried for her little cousin , and not at all envying the fact you had to take that terrible medicine . But she knew that her mummy was right and the medicine would help . Y/n needed rest . Maybe she could convince Brahms to make get well pictures for you . Perhaps something with plenty of frogs on it .

Tucking you back in , your Aunt moved off the bed , walking to Emily and taking her hand . Emily called a good bye . You shouted out a weak “I love you” to your cousin and then a “And Brahms!” before sneezing again . Emily gave you a wave goodbye , and you snuggled into the over sized bed and blankets . The medicine seemed to work . Because one moment you’re dazing , eyes drooping closed , and the next you’re asleep .

You woke up to the sound of crying . Of loud sobs and desperate noises of agony . It’s dark now , and Emily isn’t the bed with you like usual . Still groggy and stuck with the sniffles , you somehow manage to climb out of the bed . You follow the sounds , confused as to what has someone so sad . Why were they crying so loud ?

You rub the sleep or of your eyes as you open the door to Emily’s play room . Head tilting as you take in the room . Auntie is holding onto one of Emily’s favorite toys . She’s screaming , sobbing , shaking . Uncle has his head bowed , his shoulders shaking violently as he grunts his teeth , tears in his face . They don’t seem to notice you .

With another rub to your eye you walk towards them and do the only thing you know how to when someone is sad . You hug one of your uncles legs and your auntie’s arm . You don’t know why they’re crying . Or why they seem to cry harder , falling forward to hold you , when you tell them it’s okay , that Emily will be back home soon . She’s just playing with Brahms .

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A SERIE WITH HANK VOIGHT. CHAPTER I.

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In your opinion, the worst fires are the ones provoked by a war between gangs. Normally, your squad attends the emergency call and it's only a house or a flat burning. But when it comes to a dogfight, you know you will find collateral damage. The last time, you saw a six years old kid dying for a fistful of dollars. Tonight, it has been in an industrial zone. A whole building, luckily, abandoned; but even so, you have had to walk in to tour the first floors to make sure there weren't any tramps. The heat was unbearable and the smell of gasoline pierced your mask, filling up your lungs turned your stomach feeling a strong desire of throwing up.

Once outside, with bystanders crowding because of the curiosity and morbidity behind the police perimeter, you take off part of your equipment sitting on the ground as Severide helps you with your jacket. Brett offers you a bottle of water to refresh your skin, splashing it all over your head and face, drinking the last sip. You can't help but hear some laughs at your right. The Gang Unit is there, apparently, enjoying your show. Automatically, your eyes travel to the man leading them. You haven't seen him before, but he has that kind of look that you would like to erase with a punch.

The cockiness in his smile makes you frown, laying his dark orbs over yours, not paying attention to what his men are saying about you. Until one of them utters a “the princess is tired, bring her the carriage”. Not saying a word, you stand up on your boots, pulling down the red stripes of your uniform as you walk towards them, watching how the grin of their boss grows on his lips.

“I'd not be tired if you'd do your work putting those sons of a bitch out of the streets. But you're too busy snorting their dope, aren't you?”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you can't help but raise your chin with a proud gesture, earning some laughs from the crowd. The cop is about to reply when the inspector places a hand on his chest. He doesn't pretend, looking at you from top to bottom, keeping his hands in the pocket of his leather jacket with an eyebrow arched. Of course, he's having so much fun in this situation.

"(Y/L/N)” The rough voice of Boden causes you to take two steps back.

“Go, princess, you have another hose to play with”. The cop says this time, not caring about the silent command of his boss to not continue.

“(Y/L/N)!”. Your chief is starting to lose his calm, hearing his strong feet coming closer.

“Yeah, I have no time to try to find yours”. Spitting these words with all the arrogance possible, you turn around to face the hardened gesture of Boden.

“What did you say, bitch?”

Ignoring completely what your boss has to opine, seeing sideways the man taking furious and dangerous strides towards your position, you don't give him any chance to touch you. Everything happens faster than you can assimilate, turning around again and crashing your fist on his nose. The hit causes him to trip over his own feet, falling to the ground. The fire brigade breaks into laughs in unison with the people around you, as the cop stirs with both hands covering his bleeding face uttering howls of pain.

“You should show him how to respect a woman”. You hiss shaking your hand trying to alleviate the brief sorrow, placing your eyes on the inspector who seems very satisfied and not worried for his man.

“Show's over”. The grunt behind you provokes you shivers, feeling a hand grabbing your shirt to make you step back. “Casey! Get her out of my sight!”

“Chi—Chief, I am so—”.

“Don't say a single word, (Y/L/N). We will talk later. Come back to the firehouse and wait for me there”.

You've been locked inside Boden's office since you arrived, walking the short distance between a wall and the other once and again like a lion in a circus waiting for his moment. You have screwed up your career, you know it. Nothing can't save you. Tomorrow morning you will confront the senior officials and, probably, the Commissioner too. Luckily, they will not disqualify you. Maybe we had some mercy because of your merit and honors on duty and only expulses you for a week or two.

When the door opens, you stop dead on your track noticing the fuming gesture on Boden's face. He hasn't even changed his uniform, slamming the door before sitting on his chair. You haven't seen him this furious before, feeling your legs trembling as you have a seat in front of him, bowing your head down, and placing your sweaty hands over your lap.

“What the hell were you thinking?”

“Dad, I am sor—”.

“I'm not your father under this rooftop, kid. I'm your chief and you're another firefighter”. The interruption causes you to slightly jump over your chair, gulping and nodding in silence. “Again. What the hell were you thinking? Hit a cop? Really, (Y/L/N)?”

“He was sa—”.

“I don't care what he said! They think they run Chicago. Firefighters don't get involved and you should know it!” Boden snorts, rubbing his face with both hands, resting his arm then on the desk to lean forward. “Talk with Mouch, write up a report of what happened and give it to him. We have to deliver it first, so your version will prevail over his. And prepare yourself, you just dug up the war ax”.

[slashersins]

best friends are never forgotten

part one |

thanks to @august-burns-red for helping me rant plot out & helping with some characterization ! 

“Brahms!” The boy looked up from where he sat , currently playing some idle game with Emily . You were beaming , bounding over to him with your hands clutched together . Emily gasped at the sight of you . Shoes and knees coated in mud , hands filthy and there was even filthy smudges on your cheeks . You didn’t seem to mind a bit , carefully opening your hands to show the pair the frog you’d caught . “Look it ! I gots a frog!”

Brahms grinned giving you a pat on the head, it only caused you to bounce excitedly at the attention . And Emily was squealing , slapping at your hand for you to drop it and then jumping onto the bench to make sure it didn’t touch her . “Y/n ! You can’t catch frogs , ladies don’t catch frogs . And you’re all dirty . Mummy and Mrs. Heelshire are going to be upset!”

You’re adorable to him . Like a puppy , bright smile , excited and bouncing . Ever since the start of summer when you poked your head from behind Emily’s back to say hello in you funny little accent . You were nothing at all like Emily , like how little girls were supposed to behave according to his mother . A stray ragamuffin , filthy and ridiculous .

His lips twitch , eyes full of boyish mischief . He’d known you were wearing one of Emily’s dresses , an attempt by the girls mother to civilize her niece . Which is why he’d asked you to go find him a frog , telling you in a hushed whisper how much he really wanted one . And you had delivered , just like a good puppy would .

“Oh.” You pause for a moment , sticking your tongue out as tiny hands try to grab for the leaping frog . You might have shown him the frog but you hadn’t given it to him yet . “But I just wanted to give Brahms a frog!” You sit on the grass , no doubt adding stains to the already ruined dress , feet plopped out in front of you and you looked up at your cousin .

“Brahms doesn’t need a frog.” She sighed again , tossing her hands up like Mrs. Heelshire did when she realized she’d have to give you a bath when you showed up covered in dirt at her door step two weeks ago . You’d walked a long way from Emily’s house to Brahms’ , stopping to yank flowers out the ground root and earth and all . She hadn’t liked the flowers . Or giving you a bath . But you had gotten to run around the house in Brahms’ too big clothes , giggling and following the big around much to his entertainment .

“He’s a gentleman . And you’re a lady .” Emily shook her head , hands on her hips as she lightly scolded you . How on earth was she ever going to help her cousin be a little lady like she was ? Her mummy was right , you were hopeless and tragically American . But Emily adored you for your strangeness all the same . “We need to get you clean . . . And a new dress . . .”

You perked you , goofily grinning as you have a solution that your momma used back home . “Could jus’ hose me down ! Momma and Papa always use the waterin’ hose to get all the mud off ‘fore they take me inside!” You’re much too prideful in your ability to get so covered in mud . It makes Emily sigh and Brahms light up mischievously .

He doesn’t hesitate to move from his spot , grabbing your hand and tugging you towards the rose garden . Everyday you seemed to prove to him that you were more and more like a cute puppy . And Brahms enjoyed playing with you , almost more than Emily . You , at least , could entertain him .

“Brahms , you can’t really want to spray her down with the garden hose ! She needs a bath . A proper one.” Emily was pouting . You were just happy for the attention . And Brahms was thrumming with mischief when he turned on the faucet .

You squealed happily , laughing as Brahms sprayed you with water . He laughed too , chasing you a bit as your dress became heavy with water . Mud dripped from you , and only after a few moments did you stop playing and start trying to get the mud off of you . It was a semi success . And you were pleased , giving Brahms a big smile . You turned to show Emily , and she only shook her head . But the smile on her lips gave away that she’d found the entire situation funny as well . And then Brahms turned the hose on Emily and she shrieked with surprise .

By the time Mrs . Heelshire and Auntie came to get the three of you for dinner it was too late . All of you were in varying degrees of wet and muddy . All in need of a bath and new set of clothes . Emily looked embarrassed , Brahms bowed his head politely at his scolding , a frown on his face , you just tilted your head with confusion . You couldn’t understand why the adults here didn’t understand having fun .

The summer days came and went with the same rhythm . You’d follow around Emily and play , visit Brahms and play . Try to learn how to write pretty , try to learn how to play the piano , listening to Brahms and Emily read you new books , trying to learn to dance . Getting up to the mischief only a five year old with two eight year old friends could get up to . Scandalizing and traumatizing Mrs Heelshire and your own Aunt while

exasperating and entertaining Mr Heelshire and your Uncle .

You’d even earned the nickname of ragamuffin , often used by Mr Heelshire when you’d gotten up to something in the grass and mud . The summer days came and went with a pleasant happiness , one that left you snuggling into the covers with Emily while you whispered about your adventures until sleep took you . One that saw you wrapped in a cuddle pile between Brahms and Emily as you all napped in the middle of the library floor , tired from hours of playing and laughing . You were happy .

A sneeze . One more . Another one . You look miserable . Emily pressing a fancy handkerchief to your red nose as you sneeze again . She pours and fusses over you , tucking you in tightly .

“Darling , you’ll catch her cold . Y/n will be fine , come along .” Your aunts voice is muffled , your ears seeming to be filled with pillow fluff . But you manage to make a soft noise in greeting to your aunt . Emily pouts , tucking the covers around your shoulders before she slips off the bed .

“But I wanna —“ sneeze , “wanna —“ sneeze , sneeze , your eyes water and you cough some , trying to sit up in bed but only falling forward with a tired whine. “Wanna play with Em’ly an’ Brammy.” Your stuffy nose makes your little country American accent all that more complicated . But your aunt only sighs , shaking her head .

“Stubborn thing . You don’t want to get them both sick do you ? You’re staying in and resting . Besides , it’s you wouldn’t be sick if you hadn’t tried tried to catch frogs in the pond and fell in .” She has a bemused and tired look . Affectionate an disappointed all in the same . You pout, opening your mouth to protest , wanting to tell your aunt you’re fine and don’t feel sick at all when you start sneezing again . The woman only shakes her head , pouring a thick spoonful of gross medicine and telling you to open up . It’s bitter and gross , but you swallow it down .

Emily waits by the door , worried for her little cousin , and not at all envying the fact you had to take that terrible medicine . But she knew that her mummy was right and the medicine would help . Y/n needed rest . Maybe she could convince Brahms to make get well pictures for you . Perhaps something with plenty of frogs on it .

Tucking you back in , your Aunt moved off the bed , walking to Emily and taking her hand . Emily called a good bye . You shouted out a weak “I love you” to your cousin and then a “And Brahms!” before sneezing again . Emily gave you a wave goodbye , and you snuggled into the over sized bed and blankets . The medicine seemed to work . Because one moment you’re dazing , eyes drooping closed , and the next you’re asleep .

You woke up to the sound of crying . Of loud sobs and desperate noises of agony . It’s dark now , and Emily isn’t the bed with you like usual . Still groggy and stuck with the sniffles , you somehow manage to climb out of the bed . You follow the sounds , confused as to what has someone so sad . Why were they crying so loud ?

You rub the sleep or of your eyes as you open the door to Emily’s play room . Head tilting as you take in the room . Auntie is holding onto one of Emily’s favorite toys . She’s screaming , sobbing , shaking . Uncle has his head bowed , his shoulders shaking violently as he grunts his teeth , tears in his face . They don’t seem to notice you .

With another rub to your eye you walk towards them and do the only thing you know how to when someone is sad . You hug one of your uncles legs and your auntie’s arm . You don’t know why they’re crying . Or why they seem to cry harder , falling forward to hold you , when you tell them it’s okay , that Emily will be back home soon . She’s just playing with Brahms .

[hopelikethemoon]

Lense (Javier x Reader) {MTMF}

Title: Lense  Rating: Explicit  Length: 3500 Warnings: Sex on camera, shower sex, discussions of pegging, and fluff. Notes: You can find everything about Maybe Today, Maybe Forever here. Set the Summer of 1999 a couple weeks after Adventurous. Part one of two parts of their new sexploit. DID YOU ALL MISS ME? This only took me like a week to write. Is it good? I don’t know, my brain’s still fuzzy from my seizure.  Summary: Reader and Javier make good on their idea to record themselves.

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“You know, when you said you needed someone to watch the girls for the weekend I didn’t realize it was so Javier could mow the lawn.” Steve said, giving you a pointed look as Javier passed by the window again with the mower. 

You laughed, shaking your head slowly as you took a sip of the lemonade you had made, “It’s supposed to rain. He wanted to get it out of the way first.” 

Steve pursed his lips together and nodded his head as he arched a brow at you, “What are you two planning to get up to?”

“Do you really want to know?” You rolled your eyes, glancing out the window as Javier paused to wipe sweat off his brow with the hem of his shirt. “The garden center has some Bell peppers and Serranos that were calling my name. We might go pick up a couple and plant them.”

“Without the girls?”

You narrowed your eyes at Steve, “I seem to recall watching the girls two Sundays ago so Connie could ‘try a new recipe’.” 

Steve made a face before taking a sip of lemonade, “A new recipe was tried.” 

“So I heard.” You smirked a little. “Only took the two of you — what? Two decades to get adventurous?”

“We’re not all you and Javier.” Steve retorted, crossing his arms across his chest as he leaned back against the counter. He glanced towards the hallway, where the girls could be heard laughing and giggling in JoJo’s bedroom. “I still don’t know how the two of you keep that spark alive.”

You shrugged, your eyes flickering back out the window to watch Javier. “You forget that we went an entire summer feeling like strangers. Have the two of you considered therapy?”

Steve shifted his weight from foot to foot. “Yeah, we’ve actually been seeing one. We’re working on a lot of shit that I didn’t realize she was holding onto.”

“We tend to protect the people we love from that kind of stuff.” You chewed on the inside of your bottom lip, folding your arms across your chest. 

“You and Javi good?” Steve questioned, his brows drawing together. 

“Solid.” You answered without hesitation. “Admittedly, I’m a little antsy not having somewhere to go and work every day. First summer off in my entire adult career.” You grimaced a little. “He’s surprisingly good at the stay-at-home thing.”

“That surprised the hell out of me,” Steve agreed. “I remember how he was at the DEA. Work was home, home was work.”

You nodded, “Yeah. It all balances out.” Reaching for your glass of lemonade, you continued. “You and Connie just need to focus on what’s right for the two of you. Your relationship isn’t going to look like mine with Javier.” 

“We’re a bit more conventional.” Steve teased, giving you a look. “Not that it’s any of my business, but… I’m guessing this the sex tape thing. Right?”

You snorted, scrunching up your nose. “You’re right. None of your business.” You smirked as you heard the lawn mower shut off. “But yes.”

Steve scratched at the back of his neck, “Look at that, Connie and I have done something you haven’t.”

“Really?” 

He shrugged, “Shocking. Right?”

“Mommy!” Josie called out, tearing down the hallway into the kitchen, “Stevie tried to eat my Barbie.” 

“Jesus Christ.” You muttered, “Well, did she actually eat it?”

She stopped short, grinning innocently. “No.” 

“Then what’s the emergency?” 

Josie pursed her lips, “Olivia said she just got the new Barbie Fountain playset and I want to see it.”

You arched a brow at her, “Are you telling me to hurry up?”

She shrugged her shoulders, “Is it working?”

Steve laughed, giving your back a pat as he stepped past you, “I’ll get the girls ready.” 

“What have we talked about lying?” You questioned as you crouched in front of your daughter. 

“But I told you the truth.”

The back door opened as Javier came in from mowing the lawn. Josie’s eyes went wide and she reached out to grab your forearm. 

“Don’t tell daddy.” She stuck out her bottom lip, looking sweet and innocent in a way that only ever got Javier wrapped around her fingers.

“I don’t know, he might want to ground you.” You tapped her on the nose. “Just be honest, alright?”

“Alright mommy.” She smiled at you, before flinging her arms around you. 

“Am I missing out on something?” Javier questioned, lifting his shirt up to wipe off his sweaty face. 

“Ew. Daddy! You’re stinky.” She stuck out her tongue and shied away from him. “You need to get hosed down!” She said, just like you sounded whenever Stevie got filthy. 

You stood back up, nodding your head towards the hallway. “Go get your bag so Uncle Steve can leave.”

“What’d I miss?” Javier questioned, hooking a finger in the back belt loop of your denim shorts. 

“Josie telling little fibs again.” You made a face. “And you do stink.”

“Thought you liked fresh cut grass.” He arched a brow and gave your ass a playful swat. “I’ll shower once they're on their way.”

You leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to his lips, “I might join you.”

“Just the Little Bear backpack?” Steve called out from the bedroom. 

“And the Esprit duffle.” You answered, swatting Javier’s hand away as you wandered down the hallway. “Two beach towels, swimsuits and spares.” You explained as you leaned against the doorframe. “Connie said you have spare wings for Sof.”

“We’ve got a dozen.” Steve assured you. 

Sofía toddled over to you, wrapping her arms around your leg. You leaned down and scooped her up. “Are you going to be a good little rugrat for Uncle Steve and Aunt Connie?” 

She nodded excitedly, “I’m gonna see a kitty.”

“That’s right,” You tickled her stomach, making her squeal. “You’re going to see Mr. Grouch.”

“His name is Oscar!” Sofía corrected you. 

You laughed, “Yes, but he’s named for Oscar the Grouch.” You reminded her, “Right Em?”

Emily nodded, “Daddy wanted to name him after Uncle Javier, but mom said no.” 

“Oh, I know all about that.” You bounced Sofía in your arms before sitting her back down. “Alright, let’s clear out.” You clapped your hands. 

“It was the mustache,” Steve explained. “Have you ever seen a cat with a mustache?” 

“I thought it was the whole ‘you hate cats, but Oscar’s glued to you’ thing.” 

“That too.” He rubbed at the back of his neck, before shouldering the girls’ bags and herding them out of the bedroom. 

Stevie whined as she followed after the girls, “You can’t go with them, Stevie.” You told her, grabbing ahold of her collar so she wouldn’t try to bolt for the door. 

“Have fun, Peña.” Steve quipped, fixing Javier with a smirk as he headed for the door. “Hope you have a tripod.”

Javier pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, “You’re lucky the girls are here.” 

Steve laughed, “Yeah, whatever Javi. Have a good weekend guys.” He said before ushering the girls out the front door. 

Once the door was safely closed, you let go of Stevie and went to lock the door. “Once she’s settled, we can let her out back to chase lizards. That should keep her occupied.” 

“So you told Steve?” He shook his head, barely able to keep from laughing. 

“To be fair, we told him at the bar last month.” Your brows rose upwards. “And more surprisingly, they’ve already tried this.”

“Really?”

“I know.”

Javier gave you a skeptical look, “I don’t know if I believe that.”

“Which is more believable…” You said slowly as you approached him, putting on the most innocent attempt at seduction. “Steve and Connie making sex tapes… or you taking the strap?”

He rolled his eyes, “The latter.” 

You smirked, reaching out to ghost your fingers over his stomach, before sliding your hand up his chest and curling your fingers around the back of his neck. “I figured.” 

Javier curled his arm around your waist, “Weren't you complaining about me smelling?”

“I’m holding my breath.” You teased as you played your fingers through the sweat-damp hair at the nape of his neck. “Shower?”

He dragged his teeth over his bottom lip and nodded, “Sounds like a plan, baby.” He said as he leaned in to kiss you. It was a slow kiss, one that lingered just long enough to spike a rush of desire in your lower belly. 

Javier pulled away, catching your hand and guiding you towards the bedroom. 

“Wait, let me put Stevie out.” You reminded him, shaking your hand out of his hold as you went to open the door in your bedroom that led into the backyard. “Stevie!”

“I’ll get the shower running.” Javier told you, before vanishing into the bathroom. 

“Alright pup, enjoy your afternoon outside.” You told Stevie as you put her out into the backyard. You followed her outside, grabbing the hose to fill up her big green water bowl. 

Stevie barked, wagging her tail, before a scurrying lizard caught her attention and she went bounding after it. 

You headed back inside, pulling the door shut and drawing the shades on the door. The last thing you needed was for a neighbor to catch a glimpse into your bedroom today — not that they could with all the flora and fauna around the fence line. 

The shower was already running in the bathroom and you could hear Javier whistling to himself as he waited for you.

“I love you just a little more for whistling ‘Livin’ La Vida Loca,’ Javier.” You remarked with a grin as you shouldered the door open and stepped inside to join him. 

“It’s catchy,” Javier told you, scratching at the back of his neck as his eyes swept over you. “You’re overdressed.”

“Or maybe you’re just underdressed.” You retorted pointedly as you gave him your own sweeping look. “Someone’s got a swim tan line.” You brushed your fingers over his hip bone where there was a subtle line between his stomach and the skin that was covered by his swim trunks. 

“That’s what you get when you have mermaids for daughters.” Javier caught your hand, rubbing his thumb over your palm before lifting your hand to his lips and kissing each knuckle. 

“I don’t know, Sofía still freaks out when I try to wash her hair.” 

Javier cocked his head to the side, “You’ve got a point there.” He released your hand, reaching down to unsnap your shorts, pushing them down your hips. 

You smiled softly at him as you leaned in to kiss him, sliding your fingers through his hair. He managed to work your t-shirt up, breaking away from the kiss long enough to rid you of it and your bra. 

“Should we film this?” You questioned, peppering a line of kisses along his jaw as you reached downwards to curl your fingers around his rigid cock. 

“Fuck.” Javier hissed out, catching your wrist. “You want me to?” He questioned, meeting your gaze with an arched brow. 

You nodded, stroking your thumb over that sensitive spot just beneath the head of his cock just to watch his lashes flutter. 

“You gotta stop doing that if you want me to grab the cam, baby.”

“Fine.” You stole another kiss before taking a step back, letting him step back out of the bathroom to grab the camcorder from the bedroom.

There was something hilarious about Javier wandering back into the bathroom — buckass naked — with his glasses on as he tinkered with the camcorder. 

“This better come out good.” Javier remarked as he adjusted the viewfinder and looked through it. “Two grand better come out looking cris—“ He stopped short as he focused the camera on your naked chest. “Worth every penny, baby.”

You flipped him off, smirking at him as he panned up to your face. “Is this gonna be a solo film?” You questioned, tucking your fingers into your underwear and shimmying them down your hips. “Because I’m not the one who needs a shower.”

“Baby, I’m recording.” Javier huffed, looking up from the camcorder, his brows furrowed together. 

“I’m pretty sure when we watch this in the future, I’ll remember that you were hot and sweaty… emphasis on the hot.” You beckoned him towards you. 

“Hang on.” Javier hit stop on the camera, before setting it up on the bathroom sink so it was angled towards the shower. He crouched down, flipping open the monitor and turning it around so he could see what was recording. 

“Are we in frame?” You questioned, resting your hand on his shoulder as you peered down at the camera. 

“Yeah.” He nodded, reaching behind him to give your leg a squeeze, before hitting record on the camera. “Definitely didn’t have the shower on our record list for the day.” 

“We’re good at making things work for us.” You pointed out, reaching for his glasses and taking them off his face and sitting them on the sink by the camera. “I think that’s a recurring theme for us.”

“Fairpoint.” He clicked his tongue against his teeth as he guided you back towards the shower. 

The water was the perfect temperature for a hot summer afternoon. You stepped under the spray, winding your fingers through your hair, watching as Javier stepped in to join you. “Did you mean it?”

“Mean what?” Javier arched a brow as he curled his hands around your hips. 

“That you’ll consider keeping your hair this length.” You reached out and stroked wet fingers over his hair, slicking it back. “I may have to fight off a new crop of horny students, but…”

Javier laughed humorlessly, “I’ll think about it.” 

You tugged gently at his hair, “Good.”

He crowded you back against the shower wall, the water pelting down on his shoulders and sloughing off onto your chest and arms in the process. “And for future reference, you don’t have to fight anyone off, baby.” Javier drawled out as he brushed his lips against yours, before trailing his mouth down your throat. 

You sank back against the wall, winding your fingers through his hair as he palmed at your breast with his left hand, while his mouth latched onto the other. You tilted your head to look towards the camera — it was weird to imagine a future version of yourself sitting down to watch this moment in time. 

You knew people watched adult videos — you were entirely aware of that particular section of the sex shop. But it had never really been something either of you needed to get the wheels turning. Would you future you enjoy you staring into the camera lense while Javier’s teeth scraped over your nipple?

Javier caught you by surprise when he slid his free hand between your thighs, making you forget all about the camera on you. 

He kissed his way back up your chest and nipped at your, “Forget it’s there, baby.” He whispered, dragging his fingers through your slick folds slowly. “That’s a good girl.”

“Screw you.” You laughed, rolling your hips into his touch as you curled your fingers around the back of his neck and guided him in for another kiss. You slanted your mouth over his, your tongue sliding out to find his. 

Javier ran his other hand up your side, fingers ghosting over your breast, before trailing back down to grasp at your hip. He groaned against your lips as your own hand slid down and curled around his cock. 

You twisted your wrist skillfully as you stroked your hand over the length of him, matching the rhythm he’d set as he stroked his fingers through your slick folds. 

He slid his hand around to grab at your ass, pulling you towards him. You broke away from the kiss, letting out a ragged breath as you met his gaze. 

“Let’s not spoil all the fun yet.” You breathed out, stroking your fingertips over his collarbone as you slowly dragged your hand over the length of his cock. 

“Didn’t have any plans to, baby.” He rasped out, catching your wrist and pulling your hand away. “But I do have plans.” Javier leaned in to kiss you, before pulling back, “Turn around.”

There was something about the tone he took that went straight to your core, fanning out fresh heat through your veins. Oh. 

You turned around to face the wall, planting your hands firmly on it. You glanced to your right, staring at the camera for a split second before Javier pulled focus back to him. 

He raked his hands up your legs, squeezing at your hips before one hand wandered to press flat against your lower stomach as his other hand guided his cock between your thighs. 

“Shit.” You hissed out as the head of his cock slid deliciously against your clit. 

You sank back against his chest, using him for support as he started thrusting against you, dragging the heavy length of his cock through your slick folds. 

“That’s it, baby.” Javier whispered against the shell of your ear. “You're such a good girl. Fuck.” He loosely curled his fingers around your throat, keeping you pinned against him as he rocked his hips. 

You slid your hand behind you, fingers twisting in his wet hair as he rested his chin against your shoulder. “Javier.” You gritted out, trembling in his grasp as his cock kept rubbing against your clit, causing your inner walls to clench around nothing as you careened towards an orgasm. It was just the right kind of stimulation, but still not enough. 

Javier slid his hand from your throat up to cup your jaw, urging you to turn your head just enough to look back at him. His lips brushed against your cheek, his breath hot against your damp skin as he continued to move. 

“Javier!” You moaned out, nails biting into his forearm as you shattered for him. “Please.” 

“You want more, baby?” He questioned, slowing the role of his hips. 

Your eyes flickered to the camera, focusing on the red flashing record light, before your attention returned to him. “Yes.”

Javier pressed a kiss to your cheek before he adjusted himself behind you. His fingers brushed against your sensitive cunt as he lined his cock up and slid into you. 

He roughly palmed at your breasts as he kept you pinned back against his chest, his thumb dragging mercilessly over the pebbled peak of your nipple. 

“Fuck. Javi— shit that’s good.” You managed, reaching behind you once more to grab at the back of his neck as you ground yourself back on his cock. 

Javier pressed his lips to your shoulder, trailing his free hand up the length of your bare arm. It was such a tender gesture in contrast to the way he was driving his cock into you. 

“I love you,” He whispered, his lips brushing over the shell of your ear. It was incredible that those three little words still sent shivers down your spine. That they still felt new and exciting, even after so many years had passed. 

You turned your head, craning your neck so you could kiss him again. His pace faltered and you knew it wouldn’t be long for him. Your inner walls were still fluttering around his cock every time he buried the length of it into you, pressing against the sweet spot with every other thrust. Something snapped. 

You slapped your hand against the wall of the shower, breaking away from the kiss as you let your head fall forward. 

Right off the heels of your first release, your second orgasm washed over you and it pulled Javier under with you. You clenched tight around him as he kept driving his cock into you, groaning out your name as he finally came apart within you. 

Javier braced his arm around your hips, keeping you pressed tight to him to keep you on your feet as he bucked into you. 

“I hope,” You started, your words coming out strained as you tried to catch your breath. “Future us enjoyed that.” You remarked, giving a half assed thumbs up to the camera. 

He pressed his face into the crook of your shoulder and laughed as he ran his hands over every bare inch of skin he could reach. “I bet I did.” 

You shifted onto one foot so you could use the other to rub your toes against his calf, “You know what I’m going to enjoy?”

“Hmm?” He questioned, brushing your hair off the back of your neck so he could press a kiss there. 

“Fucking you.” 

Javier gave your hip a playful swat as he slid out of you. “I don’t know, I might need to take a nap now.”

You turned around to face him, leaning back against the shower wall. “Should’ve made this tape before you got old on me.” You glanced at the camera, “I bet you have to be extra gentle with the creaky old—“

He didn’t let you finish, before he scooped you up — despite a grimace — and drew your legs around his waist so you were trapped firmly between him and the wall. “What was that?”

“Oh, just thinking about how you’re going to be limping tomorrow.” You retorted as you ran your hands over his shoulders. “Put me down.”

“I’m hoping I’m limping tomorrow.”

You opened and closed your mouth twice as you stared at him, “Challenge accepted.” You said as you tugged at his hair. 

[jewish-space-laser]

Miles & Black Coffee - Part Two

“If you’re thinking about taking the high road,

I can tell you that you’re doing it wrong,

There’s a better of way of letting it all go,

‘Cause you’ve been running from the feeling too long….”

-Highroad by Sir Woman

Hiya everyone! Sorry this is up a bit late, inspiration really just runs on its own clock. I’ll keep this short- giant thank you to @oh-honey-styles​ @andwhenshesays​ @for-fucks-sake-h​ for beta-ing and being so so SO supportive. If you haven’t read their fics yet, go check them out! As always, I adore feedback! (4.1k words)

xoxoxoxoxoXO Tile 

You and Harry would never be friends. You were up and down, night and day, oil and water. You just didn’t mesh. He was your roommate’s insufferable older brother, and that is all he would ever be. Well, at least that’s what you thought before….

or

the one with campfire conversations, cabin getaways, and enemies that were never really enemies after all.

Read Part One here!

TUESDAY

Charlie was still sleeping soundly on her side of the bed when your alarm went off, so you tried your hardest to sneak out of the room without making a sound. Spending all day in the sun yesterday had been amazing; your heart felt full, your muscles were relaxed, and you were ready to do it all over again. 

Unfortunately, you also felt a bit gross. Between the warm weather, lakewater, and sunscreen, your skin was feeling like it needed it a good rinse. The thought of showering in the showerhouse wasn’t exactly thrilling, but it was that or the garden hose, so you gathered up your shower caddy and a change of clothes before making your way out of the main cabin. 

It was a beautiful morning, the perfect setup for another day of summer. Dewy blades of grass tickled your ankles as you cut across the lawn, a pleasant chill running through you at the contact. You’d tried to wake up early enough to have the shower house to yourself, not wanting to have an awkward run-in with anyone before you’d had a chance to fully wake up. 

From the look of it, you’d succeeded. You listened for signs that anyone else was out and about, but all you could hear were the sounds of birds chirping and bugs buzzing, the nature around you having yet to be disturbed by rowdy college students. 

Smoking on the boat the night before had turned out to be a great idea. The group had stayed out till the moon was the only light in the sky, only turning in when none of you could stop yawning. You hadn’t slept that deeply in a long time; it felt amazing to be so rested after a full school year of late nights and early mornings. 

When you finally reached the shower house, you moved to pull the door open to have it swing forward and smack into you. You stumbled backwards, balancing yourself against the wall as you stared wide eyed at the person who’d nearly knocked you over. 

“Whoa, sorry,” Ryan rushed apologetically, “I didn’t think anyone else would be up this early.”

“That’s okay,” you gulped, “I didn’t think anyone else was awake, either. I wanted the showers to myself.”

“I was thinking the same thing,” he chuckled, running a hand through his wet hair, “I’m all finished though, so it’s all yours.”

“Thanks,” you giggled, “how was the water pressure?”

“Honestly?” He shrugged. “Better than I expected, but not great.”

“Lovely,” you sighed, slinging your towel over your shoulder. Ryan dragged his eyes down your frame quickly, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. You blushed as you realized that you were still in your pajamas. At least they were somewhat cute, little blue shorts with rubber duckies printed all over them and a plain white tank top. 

The two of you were quiet for a moment, switching places so you were standing in the threshold of the shower house. He was too cute, sleepy eyes squinting in the sun as it grew brighter out.

“So, um, I was thinking of checking out this hiking trail today,” he blurted, cheeks tinted red, “Archie was going to come with me, but he drank his weight in white claw last night, so I’m thinking he might be too hungover to stomach it.”

“Where’s the trail?” You questioned. 

“It’s on the other side of the lake, about two miles north. We were just gonna borrow a couple bikes from the shed,” he explained, playing with his hair some more, “but anyway, I was like, well, I was wondering if maybe you would wanna join me. I’d hate to go alone.”

“I’d love to!” You said eagerly. When he smirked at your excitement, you tried to play it cool. “I mean, uh, yeah. That sounds like it could be fun.”

“Great,” he chuckled, “I was thinking of leaving around eleven, gives us time to relax and have some breakfast. The trail itself should only take a couple hours, but there are a few detours I wanted to see. Is that cool with you?”

“Sounds awesome,” you nodded. 

“Fantastic. I’ll find you in a bit?”

You nodded, bidding him farewell as he made his way back to the guest cabin. The moment the door shut behind you, you let out a quiet squeal. It hadn’t even been twenty-four hours, and already you had a date with a cute boy. Plus, you were genuinely interested in the hiking trail; if it was anything like the forest around the cabin, it was sure to be gorgeous. 

Ryan was right about the shower pressure. It was enough to make you feel clean and refreshed, but certainly left much to be desired. At least there was hot water. 

By the time you made it back to your room, Charlie was up and about, playing upbeat music on her phone speaker and digging her toothbrush out of her bag. 

“I can’t believe I forgot to brush my teeth last night,” she pretended to gag, “I literally passed out so hard. Didn’t even hear you get up this morning.”

“It was a long night,” you laughed, feeling amused as you watched her flit around the room to get ready for the day.

“And it’s gonna be another long day,” she sighed, “long, but fun. Olivia and I were gonna tan on the docks for a bit, if you wanna join?”

“Actually,” you tried to act nonchalant, “Ryan and I are going on a hike.”

You sat on the corner of the bed, sucking your lips into your mouth to keep your giddy smile at bay. You were really excited though, and Charlie seemed like just the right person to gush to.

“Ryan, huh?” She said, face scrunching up in confusion. “I would’ve thought you’d want to spend as much time with Harry as possible.”

You widened your eyes, letting out a loud burst of laughter that had you wheezing. “Harry? No way!”

“You and him aren’t a thing, then?” She asked, zipping her suitcase shut. “He was asking after you at the bonfire yesterday, and then insisted that he should check on you when you didn’t come down.”

A frown formed on your face. You specifically remember him saying that he’d just been using the restroom. Why would he want to check up on you, anyway? Surely he was just using it as an excuse to bother you. It was his favorite activity, after all. 

“Well, no, we’re not a thing,” you said firmly.

“Ryan’s cute, too,” Charlie shrugged, “James and I had a moment yesterday, too, so hopefully we both get our cute summer romance this week.”

“Ooooh, James?” You waggled your eyebrows, happy to change the subject. Charlie flushed, biting down on her lip.

The two of you gossipped for a while longer, with Charlie organizing all of her belongings while you lounged on the bed. It was nice chatting with her; you weren’t the closest, but you’d always gotten along really well. 

New romance, new friends, sunshine and nature. You could already tell that this was going to be a week to remember.

~~~

By the time you made your way into the kitchen, almost everyone had already had breakfast. Dishes were piled high in the small sink, streaks of what looked like pancake batter smeared across the countertop. You hated when people didn’t clean up after themselves, but you chose to ignore it for now. 

What you couldn’t ignore, however, was Harry, who was sitting by himself at the table. He was also pouring a bowl of cereal, which wouldn’t have been a problem if your name wasn’t written across the box in black sharpie. 

“Is that your cereal, Harry?” 

You had a hand planted on your hip, eyebrows raised expectantly as you awaited his answer. He lazily glanced up from his phone, looking you over from head to toe before shrugging. 

“Dunno, found it in the cupboard,” he muttered, jamming a spoonful into his mouth.

“Interesting, interesting,” you droned, biting the inside of your cheek, “did you stop for a moment to think that it might belong to somebody else?”

He shrugged again, not bothering to look away from his phone this time as he chewed slowly. You could tell he was holding back a smirk from the way his dimple indented into his cheek. He knew what he was doing, he always did.

With a huff, you walked over to him and snatched the box off of the table, turning it around and pointing at your name in bold letters. 

“I wish you’d asked,” you snapped, opening the cabinet with more force than necessary to grab a bowl. 

“Just figured we were all sharing food,” you heard him say. 

You wanted to rip his breakfast out from under him, anything to get a reaction, but you just took a deep breath insead. Getting you worked up is exactly what he wanted, and you’d never give him the satisfaction

“If you’d read your sister’s e-mail, you’d know that any food that isn’t labelled is up for grabs. That cereal has my name on it.”

“Sorry,” he shrugged again, “I don’t really look at my e-mail.”

“Clearly,” you rolled your eyes.

He didn’t respond, and even though your skin was crawling with irritation, you figured it was best if you stopped talking. Even though he was being a pest, this behavior was relatively tame for him, and it would be a shame to ruin a perfectly good morning with a fight.

Well, that’s what you told yourself before you opened the fridge. 

“Harry,” you warned through gritted teeth, “did you finish off the milk… and then put the empty carton back?”

“No,” he locked his phone, crossing his arms over his chest and grinning, “there are a few drops left in there.”

That was it. The absolute last straw. 

“You are literally the most inconsiderate person I’ve ever met,” you seethed, shaking the empty carton in his direction before throwing it into the recycling bin. It didn’t seem to phase him.

“I think-”

“I don’t really care what you think,” you interrupted. 

“-that you’re being dramatic.”

You were scowling so hard that your cheeks were beginning to hurt, but you couldn’t help it. Not when he was pushing your buttons in all the wrong ways. You dumped your bowl of dry cereal back into the box.

“I’m not being dramatic,” you hissed, “you’re just being a dick, but what else is new.”

“You really need to calm down,” he snorted, “a bunch of us were going to break out the kayak and race across the lake, do you wanna join?”

You weren’t sure where he’d gotten the idea that you’d want to spend more time with him, so you just shot him a dirty look, deciding to just skip breakfast. Sure, you were starving, but anything was better than spending one more second in Harry’s presence. 

“I have other plans,” you snarled, turning your back to him and leaving the room. 

“Really?” He asked, following you down the hallway. “Do they involve… I dunno, pulling the giant stick out of your ass?”

You practically growled, stopping so suddenly that Harry nearly ran into you.

“No,” your voice was strained, “Ryan asked me to go hiking with him, if you must know.”

For the first time all morning, the unbearable smirk on his face dropped into a frown. 

“Just the two of you?” He prodded. 

You narrowed your eyes at him. Why was he suddenly so interested? 

“Yes, just the two of us,” you sighed, turning to walk away again, “now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to be as far away from you as possible.”

He didn’t follow you this time, but you could feel him watching you go up the stairs. It bothered you to no end that he could get you so riled up. Next time, you would walk away at the first sign of trouble, because he truly wasn’t worth your energy. 

Once you finished packing up a drawstring backpack with the hiking essentials, it was just about to time to meet Ryan, so you made your way over to the guest cabin. On the way there, you saw Harry pulling a kayak off of a metal rack, passing it to James like it weighed nothing. He looked a bit ridiculous, with his tie-dye shirt and a bandana in his hair.

“Hey,” you jumped at Ryan’s voice, “you ready to head out?”

You didn’t spare Harry a second glance when Ryan started raving about this amazing waterfall that he wanted to see. The day could only go up from here.

~~~

The rain had come out of nowhere. 

It had been blue sky for miles for the entire hike, but the second you got back to the bikes at the trailhead, dark stormclouds had already started sprinkling. It had quickly turned into a downpour, soaking through your thin t-shirt in record time. Ryan wasn’t much better off as he pulled his helmet off, hair matted down on the top of his head. 

Not to mention, it had been extremely buggy. Even with bug spray, they had been relentless. You were sure you had at least twenty bug bites all down your arms and legs. 

Despite everything, you’d enjoyed yourself. You’d stayed out even longer than you planned, sitting by the waterfall and chatting. As soon as Ryan found out that you skipped breakfast, he’d given you half of his sandwich. He’d been a complete gentleman, taking your hand frequently to help you over a rough part of the trail, and even though neither of you specified, it felt like a date. 

Conversation with him was easy, which was a major improvement from your awful morning. In fact, you barely even thought about Harry all afternoon, so distracted by Ryan and his nature commentary. The only time he’d come up was when you stopped for lunch.

“So what’s the deal with you and Harry?” Ryan had asked.

“Ugh,” you’d snarled, taking a pull from your water bottle “can we talk about literally anything else?”

“Oh,” Ryan had raised his eyebrows, “so, you’re not together?”

Immediately, you had choked on your sip of water, slapping your chest until you stopped coughing. 

“Together?” You guffawed. “What on earth gave you that idea?”

He had blushed crimson, playing with the hair on the back of his head. “He talks about you a lot… and sometimes I notice you watching him.”

His comment had confused you, but you’d shrugged it off, assuring him that you and Harry weren’t, and never would be, together. 

Now, the two of you were ditching your bikes in front of the cabin and sprinting towards the door to escape the awful weather. You found yourself giggling as you stumbled into the kitchen, wet, muddy footprints trailing behind you as you dropped your pack to the ground. It landed with a loud squelch, which only made you laugh harder. 

“I had a lot of fun today,” you said, “I’m really glad you invited me.”

“Really?” He chuckled, catching his breath. “I thought it was a bit of a disaster, between the mosquitos, the rain… the mud….”

You both laughed, shaking your heads at your bad fortune. You were being truthful about having fun, though. Even though the day hadn’t gone according to plan, it was exactly the kind of adventure you’d wanted.

“Whatever,” you shrugged coyly, “I had good company.”

Ryan’s cheeks flushed crimson, and a sweet smile crept up his face. Even with mud caked across his neck, pine needles in his hair, and angry pink bug bites down his arms and legs, he still managed to look adorable. When his eyes darted down to your lips, you stepped forward.

“I’m really glad we’re both on this trip,” he said softly, placing a hand on your waist.

“Me too,” you whispered, leaning in closer. 

Just as your lips were a hair away from brushing together, a crash from behind you had you jumping apart in alarm. You yelped loudly, your heart stopping for a beat before you spun around to face the culprit. 

Of course it was Harry. 

The first thing you noticed was his sunburn; all he was wearing was a pair of light gray sweatpants, so you could see how pink his chest had gotten. He resembled a deer in headlights as he stared at the floor below him, which was currently covered in the broken remnants of a shattered plate.

“Sorry,” he slurred, tip-toeing out from where the ceramic shards had scattered. Once he was clear, he stumbled over to the broom closet, swinging it open harshly as you and Ryan watched on awkwardly. After digging for a few seconds, he emerged with a broom and dustpan that looked like they were older than you.

“You scared us,” you bit out, heart finally slowing down to a normal rate. 

“Oops,” his shoulders lifted in a shrug, He turned to start sweeping, but quickly did a double take. “What hap-… you guys look horrible. Why are you covered in mud?”

Irritation took over you as you watched him gape drunkenly at where you and Ryan were standing. Not only had he interrupted what was sure to be an epic kiss with Ryan, but then he’d nearly given you a heart attack by sneaking in and dropping the plate. Sure, it was an accident, but that didn’t make you feel any less angry. And now here he was, telling you that you looked horrible.Your foot started tapping against the floor rapidly on its own accord. 

Just as you were about to chew him out for being a complete thorn in your side, he stumbled forward and hissed, lifting his bare foot into the air. 

“Harry, you’re stepping on glass,” Ryan warned, rushing forward with a worried expression over his face, “and you’re barefoot. Why don’t you start getting ready for bed… I’ll clean this up, okay?”

He took the broom from Harry, shooing him away from the mess. You knew it was the responsible thing to do, but part of you was still disappointed that your moment with Ryan had been ruined.

“Will you help me up the stairs?” Harry asked you sheepishly, half-limping over to you, “can’t get the glass out of my foot….”

“Well, don’t try to take it out here,” you sighed with an eye roll, “let’s go up. We’ll have to clean it, too.”

“Aww, y’gonna take care of me?” He smirked.

“Don’t push your luck,” you snapped. He held his hands up in surrender, but you still wanted to slap the smug look off of his face. You turned to Ryan, who was still sweeping the plate shards into a pile, and shook your head apologetically. “See you tomorrow?”

He nodded, a sad little smile on his face. You made yourself a promise that you’d kiss him next time you were alone. It was only the second day, after all; you were positive that you’d find another moment. For now, though, you had to deal with a certain drunken fool, who was currently limping down the hall, tripping every other step as he tried to grip the wall for support. 

“Hold on, you dimwit,” you sighed, rushing forward and slipping a hand around his waist. 

“Ooh, we’re getting cosy,” he hummed. You weren’t going to dignify him with a response.

Harry’s skin was warm to the touch, a bit sticky with sunscreen but still smooth. You tried to ignore the shock that ran through you when you felt his back muscles shift… you knew he was in good shape, but you hadn’t expected him to be so… firm. Your mouth went dry.

He leaned practically his entire weight on you, nearly forcing your knees to buckle. Fortunately, you were able to find your balance and walk with him, taking one stair at a time.

“Now who’s being dramatic,” you muttered.

“What’s that s’posed to mean?” Harry slurred, frowning in your direction. He had one arm slung over your shoulder, and the other hand gripping the railing as he hopped on one foot.

“You called me dramatic this morning,” you reminded him, “and now here you are, needing help up the stairs because of a teeny piece of glass….”

“Heeeey,” he protested, stopping in his tracks to look down at you properly. 

A scoff escaped you as you rolled your eyes, gesturing for him to continue hopping. You were nearly at the top now.

“Is there a first aid kit somewhere?” You asked, relieved when he removed his arm.

“Yeah,” he scratched at his head, “I packed one, but it’s still in my room.”

Honestly, you were a bit surprised that Harry packed a first aid kit. You’d never stricken him as the responsible type; Callie had always seemed more put together despite being younger. 

You followed his hobbling figure into his room, which was much cleaner than you expected. He clearly hadn’t changed it much since he was young, evidenced by the lego figurines lined up on his shelves. There was also a cute framed photo of him and Callie at her high school graduation, which was admittedly adorable. 

Getting the splinter out of Harry’s foot hadn’t been a problem, but cleaning it was another story. First, he insisted that he could do it himself, but then he accidentally got neosporin all over his bedsheets. Then, he wouldn’t stop flinching away from you when you tried to stick on the bandage, claiming that he was ticklish. 

“Can you please just cooperate,” you sighed. 

“Can’t help that it tickles,” he giggled, twitching away from your hand again, “your hands are too soft.”

If he pulled away from you one more time, you’d rip your hair out. This was not how you foresaw ending your night.

Eventually, finally, he stayed still long enough for you to finish. You glared at him as you gathered up the bandage wrapper and used alcohol wipe. He was gazing at you with wide eyes, bandana slightly crooked on top of his head.

“Did I interrupt something downstairs?” He asked all of a sudden, sheepishly looking out the window.

“Yeah,” you exhaled, shaking your head in frustration. “You know, Harry? I don’t understand what I did for you to hate me so much.”

He squinted his eyes in confusion, as if he had no idea what you were talking about. As if he hadn’t spent countless hours intentionally getting on your nerves. 

“What’re you talking about?”

“Please,” you laughed sarcastically, “It hasn’t even been two full days here, and you’ve already called me a wet blanket, eaten my food, and ruined the end of my date. You do nothing but antagonize me… why?”

He opened and closed his mouth several times, and it was then that you remembered how truly drunk he was. He probably wouldn’t even remember this in the morning. You don’t know why you’d asked him about it in the first place.

“I mean, I…” He stuttered, apparently unable to articulate his thoughts. 

Truthfully, you didn’t even want to know.

“Maybe we should just stay away from each other,” you told him, “I’m not a huge fan of you, and you clearly have a problem with me….”

He looked completely taken aback.

“Just… go to sleep, okay?” You pinched the bridge of your nose. “I left the painkillers out, so… take those in the morning if you want.”

You were waiting for him to say something, but he just sat there, silently gaping at you with cloudy eyes, so that’s how you left him. He was still staring at you when you fleetingly made eye contact on your way out the door, but didn’t say a single word.

From what you knew about him, that was out of character. He always had something to say, another jab, another comeback, absolutely never letting you have the last word. And his eyes… the way he’d been staring at you, like he was offended and guilty and confused. You’d never seen him look like that before. 

As you got ready for bed, you tried to shake the entire interaction off. He was drunk, he probably had no idea what you were saying. The entire conversation wouldn’t even matter in the morning. 

Yet, for some reason, the image of his wide eyes and crooked bandana were all you thought about until you drifted off to sleep.

~~~

If you made it this far, thank you! What do we think? Any thoughts, theories, questions, comments? Let me know! Until next time, xoxoxoxoxox Tile

[vs-redemption]

For your soft Sunday...

I present some Semi (cause why not)...

--Semi hearing you start and stop strumming on your guitar. Finding you trying to compose the melody to a song. He sits at the piano and starts intuitively finding the right notes. Eventually singing along with you.

---Mattsun giving you scalp massage after got out the shower. Just resting your head in his lap while his fingers work magic on your scalp, moving to your ears until it a full facial massage. (What! You know I gotta throw in a shirtless Mattsun😂)

---Atsumu chuckling softly at you while carrying you to bed cause you just a "tipsy" but you only had one glass of wine.🤣

---Sakusa posing patiently for a reference photoshoot for your next painting. You seen those renaissance paintings where the model is casually laying down. Yeah you get your very own Adonis😍. Omi does get take some pictures of you since your his very own goddess.

---SAKUSA, Using omi as your personal travel pillow on the plane. You are as comfortable as possible, while he listens to audio book. A smile on his face and his arm wrapped around your sleeping form.

--Oikawa, pillow talk soft giggles, soft kisses, little jokes...soft sweet caresses until you fall asleep.

---Bokuto laying on top of him while y'all watch a Netflix movie. Not really. Fake watching the news basically. Instead y'all are holding deep conversations about each other.

--Kuroo, you and your child are playing pirates in the living room...you gave up trying to cover your equally loud hyena laugh when your child made Kuroo walk the plank. Laughing like Ed from the lion king😂

--Osamu car wash gone soft. He sprays you with the water hose. Why? Cause you decided to pour ice cold water right down his back. So he returns the favor using the water hose. He grabs you before you could run away. Laughing and giving you a soft kiss on the lips.

I'm sure more will pop up...

I don't think about Semi too often, but playing a little duet with him would be so fun. I love the idea of you two helping each other out by filling in the blanks when you're stuck on a melody or lyric choice. Somehow, you both play off each other's creativity until you finally end up with a masterpiece.

whoa whoa wait... he's massaging me after HE got out of the shower?! 🥴 I need you to know that I never understood why people got all hot and bothered over Mattsun, like it really stumped me, but then you started sending me these ideas and now I think I'm falling down a rabbit hole.

I feel like this Atsumu one could go either way. It's always one of you that has just a bit too much to drink 😂 and the other one having to deal with the consequences. At least he's a good sport about it.

Now I'm thinking of that fanart of Sakusa I tagged you in. Could you actually concentrate on painting/drawing with him posing for you all pretty like that? I feel like I'd give up a third of the way through and just pounce on him. heehee I would definitely use him as a travel pillow though. He might act disgruntled about it at first, but we know he secretly loves it.

Yeah, Oikawa is such a sweet talker. He could probably seduce me completely with his words alone. I hate that. He's such a sap when he's in love though, and I'd totally be up for some cute cuddles with him.

Bokuto! Yeah, it would probably be hard for him to stay focused on the TV when you're with him. He loves you so much and he just wants to talk to you and make you laugh and just rant about the things you both love. Ah! I love him ♥

This is such a wholesome little family moment! I AM thinking of Kuroo dressed as a pirate now though and that is definitely SOMETHING. I'm dying at both him and his s/o having the hyena laugh though. What a wild household.

Another interesting fact is that I was all ready to commit to Atsumu as my preferred twin but then you started coming at me with this Osamu stuff and the tables have been turned completely. Having a water fight with him sounds so fun and I would love to see that playful side of Osamu!

Send in some ideas for soft sunday!