#when numbers match? mmm satisfying

[pokimoko]

Mmm, perfectly balanced.

[takenbypeter]

What It Takes For Ice Cream

Hank McCoy x reader

Words: 544

Based on number 15: "I could just stare at you forever." "Creep."

Authors note: I’m gonna be honest with y’all. I don’t like this story I wrote I just wanted to write something for Hank since I have nothing.

You let out a bored breath as you observed your partner from the table across the room. You loved him to death but he had a tendency to get stuck to a project once determined, which on one hand was admirable, but on the other hand, sometimes was a little much, especially when hours would go by and he’d forget some basic human needs.

“Hank come on you’ve been at it for hours, let's take a break,” you suggested.

“Just give me a few more minutes.”

You let out another deep sigh, knowing that he said the exact same thing almost an hour ago. But, you remained seated, waiting for him to finish whatever new project he was working on.

You waited exactly twenty minutes before you spoke again, “you know I could just stare at you forever,” you teased, resting your head on your knuckles as you peered at him from your spot.

Despite his focus remaining on his work in front of him you still managed to make him chuckle a little, “okay creep,” is what he said but you didn’t fail to spot his ears turning slightly darker in shade.

A few more minutes passed by and you grew slightly annoyed, “okay, if you’re not done in five minutes I’m going to the cafeteria and getting ice cream without you.”

“I’m almost done,” is what he said while you just answered with an, “mmm-hm.”

Five minutes went by.

Ten minutes went by.

Twenty minutes went by.

Then forty, until finally. “I’m done,” he whispered, mouth gaping in joy. “I’m done,” he repeated with a satisfied grin taking over his expressions while he spun towards you for the first time that day, and that’s when he saw it. A half eaten cookies n’ cream ice cream cone already in your hand.

The sight of that was enough to ruin his mood a little. “You got it without me?” His shoulders dropped in the slightest.

“I told you five minutes.” Hank nodded a little, eyes shifting to the floor. “So I got one for me…” You then pulled out something that was hidden behind your arm and his slightly deflated expressions quickly spread to the start of a grin again.

“And another for me,” you finished.

Hank pushed himself away from his desk, his body naturally getting up from his chair and dragging to the spot across from you, “why do you get two?”

“Oh I’m sorry did you want one?” You countered waving the bowl with the sweet treat around. His eyes followed and you set the dessert back down on the table, “what do I get for it?” You asked shifting your head up to get a better angle.

You fail to notice him take the tiniest of gulps before he leans towards you and smoothly presses his lips against yours. Although initially caught off guard you easily match his movements. Hank's hands come up to your jawline smoothly.

With the perfect mix of soft and sweet his kiss leaves you breathless as he pulls away.

You gaze up at him as he peers down at you, quite adorably.

Cheeks still in his hand you managed to get out, “I was thinking more of a money payment but that works too.”

~

Dialogue Prompts

[dottores]

cloud 9 | sanzu h.

sanzu haruchiyo x fem!reader

summary: the first hurdle had been cleared--you successfully managed to confront and convince sanzu to do something on his birthday. now, the second hurdle approaches: trying to figure out what exactly to do with him that does not make it obvious that you’re trying to celebrate his birthday. 

warnings: unprotected sex, soft dom!sanzu, breeding, implied age gap (21-22/32), pet names (baby)

notes: for @kxeyas’s breeding collab and @arlertslove’s SELFSHIP collab <- selfship, again ajsfoasjfiasd pls be respectful, this one especially is rlly <3 to me. this prob gonna be the last one i post for a hot minute cuz i have a few pieces on ran, rin and izana i wanna focus on. anyway, yeah, be respectful in tags cuz this is selfship -- made it ‘x reader’ so others can enjoy too ^.^

this is technically a continuation of this drabble but can be read as stand alone

not doing full taglist but here: @kxeyas @mxnjiros @thomaphoria @kisakiapologist @izxnas @manjiroscum @arozaur @semisgroupie @arlertslove @sweetsbysatori @sanoinc @tokyometronetwork

wordcount: 4.7k

Everything was going wrong. You felt nauseous as you looked down at the awfully burnt pancakes and the eggs that did not quite smell like eggs. Your breath was quick, on the verge of panicked, and your gaze darted around wildly. You didn’t know what to do. You had never been good at cooking, or cleaning for that matter, but you thought you would try because-

“What are you doing?”

You froze at the sound of Sanzu’s sleepy voice, eyes wide as you stared ahead, refusing to turn around to look at him. He was awake already?! But-

“‘m just makin’ us some breakfast,” you murmured, fingers twitching in front of you as you prayed to god that he wouldn’t continue the line of questioning but you should have known better--Sanzu Haruchiyo was nothing if not thorough, and if he had any suspicions, he would not stop until he was satisfied with an answer. He was not Bonten’s Number Two for nothing, and he was in charge of sniffing out and handling traitors for a reason. 

“Mmm’s that so?” Sanzu hummed, there was an edge to his voice that you didn’t like--suspicious, prodding--and you stiffened as you heard him walk toward you. His arms slid around your waist once he got close enough, he propped his head on your shoulder, holding you from behind. “‘n since when has my pretty baby ever been one to willingly cook?” 

The pet name and gentle tone nearly lulled you into a false sense of security. Nearly. You knew better. This was just one of his tactics to get you to lower your guard and he had used this trick on you many times before. 

“Since today, duh,” you said convincingly, “I figured I’d give it a shot! Since we had that spare pancake mix ‘n all.”

“Ah, yes,” Sanzu agreed, pressing his lips to your shoulder, and you slowly relaxed as he didn’t say anything after that, thinking that he was done with his questions at least for now. Then his arms tensed around your waist. “The pancake mix that you ran out to buy yesterday, right?”

Your eyes widened at the comment, you stiffened in Sanzu’s arm. You turned your head slightly to the side to look at him and Sanzu was watching you with sharp, lidded eyes as he looked up at you from your shoulder. 

He knew, of course he knew. 

“What a… coincidence,” you said weakly.

“Mm, I bet,” Sanzu said, voice low and dry, unconvinced. 

“Haru-” you began, stepping out of his arms to turn to look at him but your voice faltered when you noticed that he wasn’t in his boxers or a pair of sweats, instead he was fully dressed in his purple striped dress pants and matching vest. He raised his eyebrows, your lips parted to say something, “You’re… dressed?”

He never got dressed on days like these. He always stayed locked up in your spare bedroom--he wouldn’t even eat unless you brought him something and even then he could only hold down small, bland foods. Anything more than that usually made him sick, he was always more prone to getting sick while he was like this--stomach aches, fevers, coughs and sniffles, any of it. And then that would always turn into a huge mess because Sanzu was always, one way or another, a trainwreck when he was sick, so you would prefer to just avoid the situation in general. 

“I’m dressed,” he confirmed, leaning back on his heels to look down at you through his lashes, “Didn’t you say you wanted to do something today?” 

You stared for a moment, he stared back. You opened your mouth to agree, to say yes, you did want to do something, but no words left your lips so you only nodded, trying to hide the smile that crept onto your face at his words. 

Sanzu, naturally, noticed and rolled his eyes, you pouted but he reached out, fingers brushing your cheek for a moment and you brought your hand up to hold the back of his, leaning into his touch. 

He didn’t say anything but you could see from the way his brows furrowed and his lips pressed together that something was on his mind. His eyes were hesitant, but only for a second. He shook his head and the look disappeared, his hand pulled from where you were holding it to your face and dropped back limp to his side. Your small pout returned. 

He raised his eyebrows at you, a challenging look dancing behind his eyes, “Well? Where are we going?”

---

“I want that turtle.”

You could feel Sanzu’s eyes on you but you were more preoccupied with the turtle that was lounging around the pond, oblivious to how you were watching it. 

“You want the turtle,” it wasn’t really a question, more a statement of disbelief, but you still hummed in response, refusing to look away from it.

“Yes,” you said, “it is pretty.”

“Is this your way of… asking me to retrieve the turtle for you?” Sanzu asked warily and you let out another quiet hum. 

“Yes, you’ve been given your mission, go complete it.”

Not many have the luxury of being able to order around Bonten’s Number Two--in fact, one might even say only two people held that power over him. You were one of them. Sanzu sighed as he pushed himself to his feet, looking one last time between you and the turtle, waiting for you to tell him that you were kidding but you pointedly kept your mouth shut.

Sanzu let out an even more exaggerated sigh, making his way across grass toward where the poor turtle was still very much unaware of the predator stalking in its direction. 

Today had been good. Really good, actually. A warm feeling bubbled in your chest as you watched Sanzu pause a few feet away from the turtle, trying to figure out what would be the most effective way of capturing it. Really good and really simple, just like any other date day would have gone except this was different because it was on a day that Sanzu would usually spend alone and tearing himself apart.

Brunch at your favorite restaurant in Roppongi, then a movie at Toho Cinemas--a horror movie that Sanzu had been looking forward to seeing. You may or may not have convinced Kokonoi to help you buy out the theater for the show so the two of you could enjoy it alone--it only cost you a month worth of Saturdays helping him around his office but it was worth it considering how Sanzu’s eyes lit up when he realized what the two of you were doing. 

It wasn’t anything compared to the waterfront dinners and magnificent firework shows that Sanzu had planned for your past birthdays, he had always been one to go above and beyond especially because he knew he wasn’t around as often as he would like to be because of his work, but Sanzu had fun today. You could see it in the way he had slowly let his guard down throughout the day, and you could see it in how bright his eyes were every time he looked at you. Even now, as he took another step closer to his target, you could see the way his scars were twitched up into a small smile rather than the constant frown that was usually tugging at his lips.

He had fun and that was all you wanted. 

So you considered it a success overall. 

You weren’t quite sure what to do for the rest of the night. You had dragged him to the park near your apartment, and you supposed you could head home after--it was late afternoon and Sanzu didn’t like staying out with you once it got dark out. He was more than capable of protecting the two of you, and not many would dare to outright attack a Bonten executive anyway but he knew how the city could get after dark first hand. He didn’t want to risk putting you in a situation like that, especially when he knew that the people who would outright attack a Bonten executive were getting bolder and would very much take advantage of the fact that Sanzu would be significantly more vulnerable with you around.

You twisted one of the many rings decorating your fingers, frowning. You didn’t want to go home yet. This was Sanzu’s day (that you were still pretending wasn’t actually his day) and you feared that going back to the apartment would trigger all of the anxious, unwelcome feelings that he had managed to push to the side while he was out with you.

You supposed you could try to head to a bar or club but Sanzu knew damn well that you hated going to bars and clubs and he would get suspicious about you pushing to go to one. You always bitched and complained about it any other time. 

Maybe-

Your eyes shot open as a sharp cry from your boyfriend caught your ears. You were on your feet in an instant, panicked and moving in his direction but you faltered when you realized that he had not been attacked, or anything like that. 

He-

You pressed your lips together tightly, inhaling sharply, desperately trying to hold back the laughter that was bubbling in your chest. “Oh my god,” you bit back another giggle, cautiously walking closer to the edge of the pond, eyes trained on the rippling water as Sanzu gasped and spluttered, flailing to the surface. “How did you manage to do this?”

Sanzu’s eyes were wide as his gaze darted around, a string of violent curses leaving his lips before his eyes narrowed onto the grass near you. You followed his gaze, biting down even harder on your bottom lip when you noticed the wet ground and mud that he must have slipped in wearing his fancy dress shoes. 

You paused when you realized the turtle was no longer there, eyes wide and any humor you might have found in the situation gone, “Haru, the turtle!” you cried out, whipping around to face your boyfriend, who looked severely unamused.

Scowling in your direction, he lifted his arms, showing the turtle secure in his hands. Eyes brightening, you lean forward at the edge of the water, stealing the turtle from him before dancing away from the water because you knew damn well he would try to pull some sneaky shit to drag you down in there with him.

His scowl deepened when he noticed you move away immediately and you couldn’t hold back the giggle this time, watching as he waded back to the bank of the pond, climbing out of the water. He grimaced, looking down at his now drenched slacks, dress shirt and vest. He was shaking his arms in a failed attempt to dry himself off but you were more preoccupied with the turtle now, watching as lazy eyes peered up at you. 

You pet its head with two fingers, smiling as you looked back at Sanzu who was making his way toward you, hair matted to his face and clothes dripping.

“I declare him Mister Duck,” you said firmly, making sure to keep your facial expression serious, and Sanzu stared at you blankly. 

“Duck?” he asked slowly, blinking once, scowl disappearing as his brows furrowed in confusion.

“Mister Duck, Haruchiyo. The Mister is a necessity, he gets offended if you don’t add the Mister,” you chided and Sanzu gave you such a deadpan that it nearly made you break the serious expression you were trying so hard to hold steady.

“Mister Duck?” Sanzu corrected so dryly that you couldn’t hope to hold back the giggle this time. 

“Yessir,” you agreed, “Our new son, Mister Duck the turtle.”

“How are you so sure it’s a boy?” Sanzu questioned, drawing closer to you, and you wrinkled your nose as he took a step too close, catching a whiff of him.

“You reek,” you complained, “and I just know. Call it mother’s intuition.”

“I wonder why,” Sanzu muttered, rolling his eyes.

“Let’s go run to the store and get a tank for Mister Duck,” you told him, holding your new turtle in one hand and then reaching out to hold one of his with your other. He placed his hand in your, and you gave him a bright smile, one that made his ears go red and his cheeks tint pink. Even after years of being with you, he had never quite gotten used to acts of affection, especially while in public. “Then we can get you home to shower, okay?”

---

The bathroom door slid open and you looked up from your phone as you rested on the bed waiting for Sanzu to finish in the bathroom. The easy smile on your lips faded when you caught sight of the towel hanging low on Sanzu’s hips, beads of water still dripping down his chest. Your lips parted, you placed your phone down on the nightstand next to you as your eyes trailed up and down his body.

Sanzu’s lips twisted up, a small mocking smile decorating his face, “Lookin at me like ‘m a whore, baby, that’s just not right.”

You giggled, “You are a whore,” and Sanzu let out an exaggerated gasp, “but you’re my whore, yeah?”

A smirk pulled at his lips, a sly one that had you shifting in the bed, sitting up a little straighter as he drew closer to you. He pressed his hand to your chest, gently pushing you down onto your back, crawling over you. Your breath caught as he hovered above you, lips brushing yours, damp hair dangling on either side of his face, “Your whore,” he confirmed, leaning down just a bit to capture your lips in a soft kiss. He pulled back sooner than you would have liked, and you tried to follow him up but he kept his hand pressed to your chest, holding you to the mattress, “Patience, baby.”

You let out a soft noise of complaint, letting your head fall back against the pillow, but the smile on your lips didn’t fade for even a second. You brought one hand to his face, cupping his cheek gently. Sanzu leaned his face into your touch, blue gaze lidded as his eyes met yours and a warm feeling bubbled in your chest.

I love you, the words were on the tip of your tongue, your lips parted and trembling but you couldn’t force them out. Fear prevented you--fear of ruining the moment, of making Sanzu withdraw again when today had been so fucking good, he had been happy on a day that made him suffer for the first time in years and…

You swallowed the words but a strange expression crossed Sanzu’s face, a conflicted one and then an understanding one that had your heartbeat stuttering. You opened your mouth to ask what was wrong but Sanzu didn’t give you the chance, instead leaning back down to press his lips against yours, lips moving slow, steady.

The kiss was different from most of your other kisses with him. Soft kisses, needy kisses, rough and passionate ones--that was what kissing Sanzu was like. This was… different. Slower, more sensual, he kissed you like he knew something that you did not and if you were any more in control of yourself, you’d pull back and question him on it, but his kisses were mind-numbing and you could barely think of anything other than the feel of his body sliding on top of yours, the feeling of his lips moving against yours.

He dragged his lips from yours, pressing them against your jaw, trailing wet kisses down your neck, tongue tracing soft patterns that had you shivering beneath him. You brought your hands up to his shoulders, nails digging gently into his skin and he hummed, “‘m gonna make you feel s’good tonight, baby,” he murmured against your skin. “S’fuckin good, baby.”

You let out a shaky breath as Sanzu’s towel slipped from his waist, his knees resting on either side of your hips, fingers running up and down your body. His lips glided across your skin with purpose.

This was different, Sanzu was always careful with you, gentle. He was hyper aware of your comfort and he was hyper aware of making sure that he was never the one to cause you discomfort. Sanzu was always careful, always gentle but there was something different with what was happening right now and you couldn’t place what.

“Haru,” you whispered but he only pulled his face from where it was buried in the crook of your neck, pressing his lips to yours to keep you quiet. A soft muffled moan escaped your lips as Sanzu slid your panties off, long fingers parting your folds, dipping into your heat.

“S’fuckin wet, baby,” Sanzu gasped into your mouth, “All for me, yeah?”

“All for you,” you agreed, eyes fluttering shut, thighs trembling, hips jerking up as he sunk two fingers into you briefly, “All for you, Haru. Please, I want-”

Sanzu didn’t let you finish, taking the opportunity to press his tongue against yours. He still tasted like the strawberry cheesecake you had shared with him at lunch, your lips trembled as he slid one of his knees between your thighs, knocking your legs apart and slipping between them.

“You’re s’pretty, baby,” Sanzu groaned as one of his hands dropped between your bodies, circling his cock to give it a few lazy pumps while the other lifted one of your legs to wrap it around his waist, “Prettiest girl in the whole world.”

This was different, the thought rang haphazardly through your head as the tip of Sanzu’s cock pressed against your entrance. Sanzu pressed his forehead against yours, lips brushing yours again, breath mingling in a way that had your head light-headed and dizzy. This was different.

“Haru,” your voice came out as a whimper that fell off at the end as Sanzu slowly, slowly sunk his cock into you. The stretch burned, your legs tensed, your eyes fluttered shut as Sanzu let out a low, breathy moan into your mouth at the feeling of your walls tight around him.

“Fuck,” Sanzu said shakily, his hand coming back up to your face to cup your cheek as he bottomed out into you, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. Your thighs trembled around his waist, soft whines escaping your lips as Sanzu’s hips stilled against you, as he gave you a minute to adjust to his size.

You pressed your face into the palm of his hand, tears stinging your eyes as he slowly rolled his hips against yours, stuffing you so full that it had your mind going blank.

“Feel s’good, baby,” Sanzu gasped, rocking his hips up into you suddenly. Your eyes knocked back at the sudden movement, “Gunna fuck you so good, baby. Gunna fill you up.”

Your vision blurred with tears, gaze unfocused. Your head tilted to the side but Sanzu’s grip on your face tightened gently, “Look at me, baby,” he murmured, “want you to look at me, okay?” 

His words went in one ear out the other, too caught on the feeling of Sanzu’s cock dragging against your walls, in and out, in and out, in and out. You felt hot, fuzzy, heat was pooling in your abdomen too quick and it had you flustered and whining beneath Sanzu. He tapped your cheek gently, your gaze fluttered up.

“There you are, baby,” Sanzu whispered, long lashes fluttering and lips parting in a silent moan as your walls tightened around him, “K-Keep your eyes on me, mkay?”

You nodded and Sanzu’s lips turned up, scars twitching at the corners of his mouth, “That’s my girl,” he panted, finally picking up the pace of his hips and it took all of your willpower to hold your eyes open and keep them steady on him.

His hips snapped into yours at an unforgivable pace but somehow it wasn’t rough. He managed to keep that gentle, sensual flow rather than rutting his hips into you like he usually did. It was different, the thoughts were garbled as they bounced around your head, too lost in the feeling of Sanzu’s cock splitting you open, too lost in his hands exploring your body like it was a map only he knew how to read, too lost in how his pretty blue eyes didn’t leave yours once as if he was searching desperately for an answer only you could give him.

“H-haru,” his name left your lips in little more than a whine as his cock bullied its way into your cunt, ignoring how your walls tightened and spasmed around him to nudge up against your cervix before drawing his hips back and snapping them right back into you.

“‘s it, baby, y-” his words broke into a low groan, eyes fluttering shut momentarily before he forced them back open so he could keep them on you, “doin’ so good, fuck, feels s-“

His steady pace shifted into a more erratic one, each thrust ripping the air from your lungs as he pushed his cock deeper and deeper into you, your vision spotty as you tried your best to keep your gaze on him.

“-nna fill you up,” his voice sounded far away, you could barely hear him over the way the blood was rushing through your ears, from the sloppy sound of his cock fucking in and out of your cunt. “‘nna stuff you fill ‘f my cum, baby.”

His words weren’t registering but you were still nodding, tears spilling over your cheeks as Sanzu fucked you closer and closer to your high. He leaned down, lips sliding against your skin as he kissed the tears away, letting out a low moan against your skin when he felt your walls tighten again.

“You close, baby?” another high-pitch whine escaped your lips, thighs tightening around his waist in response to his words, nails clawing at his back. Sanzu let out a hot, breathy laugh against your skin that dissolved into another groan, “Yeah you are, wanna feel you cum on my cock, baby, okay?”

And you were still nodding along with his words but your head was hot and hazy, you felt like you were on fire and every thrust of his hips spread it further and further across your body.

“‘mmmm’s’close,” your words were slurred together, you weren’t even sure if he could understand you. Evidently, he could, if the way he immediately brought one of his hands down your body to rub gently at your puffy clit had anything to say about it.

The soft pressure on the sensitive bundle of nerves had you spasming beneath him almost instantly, mind numb and white with pleasure. Eyes knocking back, jaw slack and nails dragging deep lines down his shoulders as you came hard around his cock, hips jerking up as his stuttered against yours, as he let out a loud, obscene moan when your legs tightened around his waist, keeping him deep, deep inside of you.

“Fu-uck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck.” Sanzu groaned, face flushed and lips parted as his orgasm washed over him so suddenly, the sight of your pretty, swollen lips and the drool pooling at the corner of them, eyes wide and foggy, too fucked out from his cock to even hope to focus on anything. 

He pressed his lips hard against yours, a messy open-mouthed kiss, one hand slipping behind your head to hold you close, fingers intertwining with your hair.

He wouldn’t have been able to pull out even if he wanted to with the way your legs were wrapped tight around his waist, locking him in place and he let out another low moan into your mouth.

Your breath caught as you watched his face twist in pleasure, body hot and dizzy as he spilled his cum deep, deep inside you, filling you up so good that his cum was leaking out from around where his cock was stuffing you full.

He stayed like that for a moment, lips pressed against yours, eyes fluttered shut as he whimpered into your mouth, slowly coming down from your high, and your body trembled beneath his, hands coming up to cup his cheeks gently.

After a few moments, he finally slipped out of you with a low hiss, rolling over onto the bed next to you and tugging you onto his chest.

Your eyes were droopy as you tried to look up at him, “Haru,” you began and you were unsure of what you were trying to say but it didn’t matter, a yawn escaped your lips and Sanzu looked down at you, pressing his lips to yours softly, fingers toying with your hair.

“Get some rest, baby,” he said but you could barely hold your eyes open—exhausted from the day’s events and now this, Sanzu’s fingers and soft kisses lulling you to sleep. “Can talk tomorrow.”

—-

Sanzu’s throat was tight as you slept on his chest, fingers absently running through your hair as he watched the soft puffs of air slip out from your lips against his skin.

Today was his birthday, a day that has haunted him for years on years on years, a day that he usually spent holed up by himself because he couldn’t bring himself to interact with anyone, a day that even just the thought of usually made him sick to his stomach.

Today was his birthday, and for the first time in over a decade, he actually enjoyed it.

His jaw was clenched as he watched you shift in your sleep, oblivious to his inner turmoil. 

He had been hesitant on following through with the promise he had made you a few nights ago. He knew you wouldn’t blame him or judge him for backing out, you never would but…

But he hadn’t backed out, and he wasn’t entirely sure why.

Well, he supposed that wasn’t the truth. He knew exactly why—it was for the same reason he hadn’t shut you down right away when you had mentioned it to begin with. 

He had trouble coming to terms with it—until today, that is. Sanzu Haruchiyo knew he loved you but it was hard to accept the fact that he was capable of love after everything he’s done, and it was even harder to accept that he deserved it. But the way you went out of your way to make today nice for him while at the same time being so careful about not making him uncomfortable… his chest felt warm, a feeling he had yet to get used to even after being with you for years. 

You were good to him, and he knew he didn’t deserve it, but he was selfish.

His breath shook as he leaned down to press his lips against your forehead, whispering the three words that he hoped he would have the courage to tell you while you were actually awake someday soon. 

[whisker-biscuit]

SlyFox Day 4: Clue

“Are you finally going to tell me where we’re going, or am I going to be in the dark for the entire train ride?” Carmelita complains, again, for the eighth time. Sly knows the exact number because he’s been counting.

He gives her a cheeky smile and squeezes her hand where it sits on the armrest between them, linked with his. “We’re almost there. Just gotta be patient for a little longer.”

“I’m the embodiment of patience.”

“Mhm.”

“Don’t ‘mhm’ me!” She smacks him lightly on the arm. “I’m very good at being patient when I want to be! I wouldn’t have gone after you for as long as I did if I wasn’t.”

“I’d say something like ‘you got me there’ but I’m pretty sure it was your stubbornness that did that.”

The fox grinds her jaw, then lets go of her annoyance with an audible sigh. “Will you just give me one clue? One single clue to what we’re doing today?”

“Mmm…okay.” Sly makes a big show of pretending to think about what to tell her. “The clue is that there are clues involved.”

“Seriously?!” Carmelita throws her hands up.

“Seriously.”

“You can’t give me anything more than that?”

“Afraid not.”

“It’s our anniversary, Sly. You know, that thing that couples celebrate together? As a couple?”

“I wouldn’t ever forget it.” He leans over and gives her a quick peck to the cheek, which makes her grumble without any real heat behind it. “Besides, I asked if I could make it a surprise this year. You didn’t have to say yes.”

“I know that,” she says as she folds her arms over her chest and stares at the back of the seat in front of them. “It just drives me up the wall not knowing something.”

“Well, I can assure you that you’re going to love what I’ve got planned.”

“And if I don’t, you owe me a dinner at the fanciest restaurant in Paris. Anything I want, full course meal, and a gondola ride afterwards.”

“Of course.” The raccoon can’t keep the amusement out of his voice, because the train is coming to a halt right as she finishes listing off everything she wants, and he can see their destination outside.

Carmelita doesn’t connect the dots until they get off and he starts directing her towards the building. When she sees the large, fancy font out front, it stops her in her tracks.

“An escape room?” She asks, sounding as if the idea wasn’t even close to what she had considered he had planned.

For the first time since booking the appointment, Sly starts feeling unsure of his decision. He gives a slightly nervous laugh. “Yeah, well, I remember you mentioned a few months back that you’ve never tried one before, and it sounded like you wanted to. And, y’know, I’m pretty good at finding clues, but I need a lot of help piecing them together.”

His partner looks at him. Looks at the building. Looks back at him. A bright, excited grin breaks out across her face.

“Well, what are we waiting for?” She asks, grabbing his arm and dragging him forward as she marches inside. “We’ve got a case to solve! You better have picked the hardest kind they have, Ringtail, or I’m going to be very disappointed in your faith in me.”

“Oh, don’t you worry; I wouldn’t dream of underestimating you.”

True to form, they’re booked for one that’s estimated to take two hours to complete with at least five people – it takes the two of them an hour and twelve, shattering all previous records and earning themselves a commendation from the owners. When they’re on their way back home, armed with chintzy matching t-shirts declaring themselves “Mystery Masters”, Carmelita lays her head on Sly’s shoulder with a satisfied smile.

“Thank you. I had a great time.”

“I’m glad you liked the surprise.”

“Maybe we should do another one next year.”

“Another escape room?”

The fox laughs and shakes her head. “Another surprise. But with more clues leading up to it – I was losing my mind trying to figure out what you had planned.”

“Okay. Next year I’ll make it a scavenger hunt. How’s that sound?”

She rolls her eyes and hugs him tighter.

[katebishopofearth]

warm my brittle heart (even if it's only for a moment)

Fandom: Marvel Ship: ironwidow Characters: Natasha Romanoff | Tony Stark Rating: G Other tags: fluff and light angst | domestic | established relationship

warm my brittle heart (even if it's only for a moment)

It was a clear evening in spring. Late enough in the season that the frost had long melted, the branches were clothed in budding shades of yellow and green, and light lingered in the sky long after the first stars could be seen. Early enough that the air was light and crisp, the breeze across the lake brought a shiver, and the flickering fire pit in the backyard was needed for warmth as much as ambiance. Natasha snuggled deeper into her nest of cushions, rolling her shoulders back until she felt a satisfying pop in the left one. In a while – maybe fifteen minutes, maybe an hour – her bad knee would start to twinge from the cold and being bent in one position for too long, but she had long since learned that it would take far more than a stubborn little ache to stop her from enjoying a peaceful evening.

It had been a few months since they moved into the house by the lake, leaving behind the superhero life for this quiet domesticity. Any doubts she had before – and there were a number of them, as Tony well knew, as well as a handful that were between her and her therapist – had proven futile. No old enemies came knocking, neither she or Tony were sick of each other or bored out of their minds, and Tony assuaged her doubts with his steady, calloused hands as soon as they appeared.

There was no magic button that could fix everything, disappear the wounds that their pasts have left on them, banish her gnawing fear that the little life they built would come crashing down like a house made of matches. There were still nights when Tony woke with a panic attack, or days when the dread inside Natasha threatened to choke her. But those days got fewer and farther apart. And in between them, more and more good days, filled with soft sunlight or pattering rain, coffee in bed and home-cooked dinners with a bottle of wine, quiet lakeside walks or impromptu midnight dance parties in the kitchen. One evening, as Natasha was getting ready for bed, she caught herself believing – not just knowing but believing, down in her gut—that tomorrow, she would get to go to bed, safe and warm next to the man she loved. She had laughed out loud at the revelation, and tucked it into the spaces between her ribs, next to her beating heart, to take out and treasure on the rainy days.

But today was not one of those days. It was a good day, and it was turning into a good evening. After dinner, while Natasha settled in the nest of beanbags and pillows and throws on the patio, Tony had built a little structure in the fire pit with firewood and tinder, and worked some kind of physics and engineering magic that had the fire crackling merrily in a few minutes.

Right now, Tony was coming out of the house into the garden, two oversized mugs in his his hands full to the brim with hot chocolate and whipped cream. “Hey babe,” he called as he padded across the patio and picked his way across the overgrown grass and budding wildflowers. “I hope you like your chocolate extra boozy cause there was like slightly too little whisky left in the bottle for another round, so I used up all of it.”

She turned her head up to look at him, lips lifting in an appreciative smile. “Sounds perfect.” As she took the mug from him, his fingers glided along the raised scar on her wrist and cupped her hand briefly before slipping off. She wrapped her cold fingers around the ceramic and let its warmth seep through her skin, before she took a sip of the boozy, milky drink, and let out a satisfied mmm.

“Oof, this is cozy,” Tony groaned, sinking into the cushions next to her. “Budge over.” Natasha shifted slightly, and they shuffled around for a minute, rearranging themselves on the pillows to sit comfortably, mindful of the precariously full mugs in their hands. Finally, they settled down with their legs tangled together, Tony’s arm around Natasha’s shoulders, tucking her into his chest, and Natasha reaching up to her shoulder to lace their fingers together. It was often Tony who sought to be held and feel safe, while Natasha was more comfortable holding the person she loved protectively. But she was unlearning the instinct that being taken care of was a weakness, and learning to let herself be held, too. Besides, today Tony seemed to be fuelled by some kind of manic energy that manifested in a need to take care of her. Like how he insisted on making the hot chocolates, and before that, stopped her from lifting a finger to start the fire. But now, snuggled up in their nest of pillows, that restlessness was finally exorcised, and Natasha could feel the contentment in his body as clearly as his warmth.

[continue reading on AO3]

[s-creations]

The Lost Child - Chapter 3

Once, when the land was young and new, the Gods, the  demons, and the mortals lived together. The world shaped by the battles between the Gods and the demons. Mortals attempting to thrive with what  they could, living on the lands created by beings stronger than them. Eventually creating a connection with the Gods through shrines and  offerings, in turn the Gods granted their protection.

When the  number of demons grew, the amount of power diminished. Those deemed too  weak were cast away. A tentative agreement was reached between those outcasted and the mortals. Demons allowed to live in the structures  mortals had built. It was a slow process, but a calm living was  eventually reached.

All seemed well. Until the Gods and powerful demon suddenly disappeared one morning. No reason, no explanation. Those  left behind having to wonder what could have happened. It was  all…strange. Worrisome. It was a clear sign something was wrong. Now it was just a question of when it was all going to fall apart.

Fandom: LEGO Monkie Kid   Rating: Teen and Up Audiences   Relationships: Shadowpeach, Freenoodles, MK&SunWukong&Macaque, MK&Pigsy&Tang, Mei&MK&Redson Warnings/Additional Tags: Lots of Characters, Everyone’s here, A lot is going to be changed, Rated Teen for just in case, Found family, Returning to Parents, There’s gonna be fluff and fighting, There’s plot - trust me.

MK let out a grumble as the alarm went off. Slamming his hand down on the digital clock to turn off the annoying sound. Rolling onto his back to yawn and stretch. Letting out a grunt as his back gave a satisfying pop. Sliding off the bed, MK slowly made his way to his bathroom. Going through the morning routine as usual. Which was interrupted when the final parts of sleep were rubbed from his eyes. 

 MK was used to the different aspects of himself. A part human/monkey/demon kind of creature. Tail, fur which was longer on top of his head, claws, padded hands and feet, and fangs. Four ears, two on either side of his head, wiggled as they shifted off the long fur. But something new had now appeared. Matching the golden color located at the tip of his fur and tail, markings that curved smoothly around both eyes, going over his nose and between his brows.

 “Oooh, it’s like a little mask.” MK whispered in awe. Carefully tracing over the design with a finger. “Wonder why this showed up… Wait.”

 Multi-colored eyes shined with glee. It was his birthday. 16 years had passed and he was finally becoming an adult! Well, kind of. He at least has more responsibility. Like being able to drive that sweet, sweet cart for deliveries. No more kiddie bikes for him.

 “This is gonna be the best day ever!” MK beamed. Dressing quickly, signature Monkey King jacket with red headband keeping the long fur out of his face, and he was down the stairs in a flash. “Good morning!”

 Pigsy and Tang were already awake and working away. But paused hearing their child run down the stairs. The human at the base with a smile and arms open.

 “Good morning, birthday boy!” Tang beamed as his arms were filled with an excited teen.

 “Happy birthday kid.” Pigsy replied with a smile. Reaching around Tang to ruffle the teen’s hair. 

 MK leaned away with a smile. Pausing when Tang let out a small coo, thumbs running over the teen’s cheeks. “Oh, look at your eye markings!”

 “Daaad…” The teen whined softly, but didn’t pull away. 

 “Aww, my baby’s truly growing up.” Tang fake cried as he pressed his cheek against MK.

 Pigsy snorted. “Yeah, and soon enough, we’ll be two old men with MK just towering over us.” 

 “Don’t even with that.”

 MK laughed softly. He let out a chirp, nuzzling under Tang’s chin, before heading to the front of the shop. A warm bowl of noodles already waiting for him on the counter. “Thanks Dadsy.”

 “Eat up kid. We already have orders coming in.” 

 The teen sighed dramatically. “Don’t they know it’s my birthday? How dare you make me work on my day!”

 “Mmm…welcome to the working life. But, I might have something that will make this a bit better.” Pigsy replied casually. Reaching under the counter to pull out a familiar set of keys. The chef smirked seeing MK’s eyes light up.

 “Really? Right away?”

 “Finish eating first, then you can go deliver food and drive like a crazy person.”

 “Don’t encourage him.” Tang frowned as MK started to scarf down his breakfast.

 “You know he will no matter what I say.”

 Tang merely rolled his eyes. Hands reaching out to stop MK before the teen could just rush out. “Ah, now hold on-”

 “Dad, come on.”

 “Don’t! I always panicked when you were delivering on your bike. I know how those idiot drivers treat bikes. Now you’re gonna be in that run down cart that I swear is one back accident from becoming a true disaster. Let me be a dad.”

 “...Fine.”

 “Don’t go too fast, look both ways before you take off. I know you like going fast, but don’t you dare speed.”

 “You already said-”

 “Make sure you use your signals when you’re making a turn and even then use your shoulder check to make sure you’re safe to turn. Take your time with delivering. Wear your seat belt, don’t care if you say it’s uncomfortable. Don’t take up any street race challenges or I swear-”

 “Tang, the kid will be fine,” Pigsy rolled his eyes, “He knows what to do.”

 MK quickly kept the peace by saying, “I’ll be careful dad, promise.”

 “Alright, just…yeah. Just be careful. When you’re done for the day, we’ll have cake and presents!” Tang gave a gentle kiss to MK’s forehead before letting the teen run out. Take out bags in hand.

 The teen paused in the doorway to shiver weakly. “Ooh, weird chill. Okay, I’ll be back soon!”

 And he was gone. Now alone, Pigsy went back to his cooking while Tang rummaged through his bag. Looking for something. 

 “You’re babying him,” said Pigsy, “He’s growing up whether we want it or not.”

 “I know.”

 The chef looked over hearing the melancholy tone. Finding Tang looking through an old sketchbook that belonged to MK. Pigsy let out a small sigh before placing a hand over Tang’s gently. “I miss him being that young too. But, he’s becoming an adult-”

 “A young man.”

 “Tang, I swear. The point I’m trying to make is that we need to let him have that room to grow. He knows he can come to us for anything and he will if he needs to.” 

 “I guess… You know that cart is a death trap, right?”

“It runs just fine, it has age and character!”

 Completely ignorant to his parent’s conversation, MK filled the carrying crate on the cart before taking a step back. Hand squeezing the keys in his hands as he beamed. MK was absolutely thrilled that he was finally allowed to drive this cart. Remembering the stories that Pigsy told him about the numerous, more interesting deliveries. How Pigsy brought MK back to the restaurant when the chef found the monkey as a baby. MK had been excited about the idea of driving this bad boy on his own when he was first allowed to even sit in the cart. 

 It was practically falling apart, but MK didn’t care. His tail going as crazy as an excited dog, the teen climbed in. Did the vehicle shutter and sputter when turned on? Yep. Did the radio work? Hadn’t in years. Was there even working AC? Nope. But he was finally able to drive it and nothing could ruin this moment.

 Phone held up on the narrow dashboard, typed in the first address for delivery, popped his headphones on to blare music, and MK was off. 

 The day was absolutely beautiful, as if the universe knew it was time to celebrate. The sun was beaming but it wasn’t overly warm as a gentle breeze washed over. Peach trees that held numerous blooms allowed a few to drift off, making the world look like it was snowing. Snowing in Spring, what a concept. MK traveled along easily, the cart reacting to his movements easily. Humming to his tunes while doing his deliveries. 

 It was nearing the afternoon, the normal big rush for each day, when MK realized there was actually a lull in the orders.

 “Only two?” MK raised a brow. Having returned to the shop to pick up more deliveries. 

 “We’re closing early so we can celebrate properly for the rest of the day,” Pigsy replied, “Dad’s already getting everything set up. Get those deliveries done.”

 “You’re…closing up early?”

 The chef paused, hearing the quiet tone. Turning back to see MK looking back with awestruck. Letting out a gentle laugh, Pigsy turned to place his hands on MK’s shoulders. “Your birthday has always been an important day, kid. I wish past years could have been celebrated with just focusing on you.” 

 “I know why we couldn’t, I’m okay with it.”

 “Because you’re a sweet kid like that. Putting others before you, making sure others are cared for. But this day is important. If I could give you a full day, I would. If I could hand deliver the sun and the moon to you, I would. Wrap it up in your favorite colors and give them to you on a silver platter. I truly hope you’re happy and I wish I could give you so much more.”

 MK laughed weakly, rubbing his eyes quickly. “You’ve done more than enough Dadsy… Really, you and dad have. I don’t want anything else.” 

 “Heh, I’ll take your word for it kid.” The chef tugged gently on Mk’s shoulders, the teen stepping forward. Beaming, feeling a kiss placed on his forehead. “Alright, go on, finish those orders and get back here as soon as you can. We have a celebration to attend!”

 MK laughed. “Right! I’ll be back in no time.”

 “Just drive carefully.”

 “Heard that loud and clear, Dadsy!”

 Heading one for the final time that day, MK was unaware of the shadowy, spider like figure that followed him. The last two deliveries went smoothly. MK pulled up directions once more, this time heading back home, humming softly.

 “That’s a long way around… I could probably cut down on time if I got through the alleyways. A bit of a tight squeeze, but I can do it!” Phone back on the dashboard and MK was off. Navigating easily through the back ends of the city. Beaming with excitement as he grew closer to the restaurant. 

 Only to be pulled to a stop. A very hard and very sudden stop. Causing MK to slam his face into the glass windshield. Thankfully, when he reached up, he didn’t feel any blood or feel that it was broken in any way. But boy did it hurt. 

 “Ow… What the heck, did I hit something?”

 Still rubbing his nose and forehead, MK exited the cart slowly. Looking at the front, nothing could be seen. So, he didn’t run into anything…maybe something was stuck in the back. MK let out a confused noise as he moved to look at the back. Brows rising when he found the back right was covered in something sticky. The wheel was completely covered in it. 

 “What the heck, what is this?”

 “Hello there, little prince.”

 MK felt his insides turn to ice, twisting in fear at the hiss that sounded in his ear. Slowly turning to find acid green eyes staring down at him. Sick with fear upon realizing that a large spider demon was standing right behind him, with purple exoskin and heavy metal limbs. MK’s mind was screaming at him to run, to fight back, to grab his phone, to do something. But he couldn’t.

 “What’s the matter? Cat…or spider, got your tongue?” The demon laughed. Reaching out to casually flick the fur hanging over MK’s eyes. That brought a reaction out from the teen. Who merely stumbled back. Running backwards right into the immobile cart. “Ah ah! It’ll be in your best interest to not argue or fight back. You really did me a favor transporting us here. If you had proper training, you might have actually become a threat. Too bad for you, you had the wrong parents.”

 Questions exploded in MK’s mind. But was unable to say anything. Instead, his body finally kicked in. When the demon moved forward, MK rushed around the cart. Reaching in to grab his phone before running off. Dialing Pigsy’s number as he ran. Heart hammering as he heard the metal legs following close behind. 

 “MK? You okay kid?”

 Said teen stumbled to a stop when the demon dropped down in front of him. MK could only move back to not be crushed. Panicking when his mouth was covered with webs, unable to respond to Pigsy, only able to get out muffled screams. Fear rose further when the phone was knocked out of his hands. Becoming stuck to the pavement. Before MK could reach out for it, it was broken by a metal limb. 

 “Ah ah,” the spider demon wagged his finger, “We don’t want to be interrupted.”

 One final attempt for freedom, MK turned back towards the alleyway entrance. Moving as fast as he could, all MK could think about was getting away. Trying to pull off the webs desperately. He let out another muffled scream when a foot was caught in webs as well. Collapsing to the ground. Wince as his already damaged head was slammed into the pavement. The teen was dazed, unable to move as he heard muffled footsteps draw closer. 

 “A brave but stupid move. Honestly wouldn’t have to rough you up if you just came quietly. But it was nice, getting a lot of pent up frustration after so many years of being trapped here.” 

 MK didn’t move, couldn’t move, as he was suddenly picked up by the scruff of his neck. A low groan sounded as he was flung over the demon’s shoulder.

 “Now you and I are going to have a conversation. Let’s see if-”

 MK winced when a bright light suddenly flooded the alleyway. A wash of cold air hitting the teen hard. Stomach turned further as he was suddenly dropped back onto the ground. Brilliant emerald green breaking through the white. As a semblance of balance slowly returned, MK realized that there were suddenly more noises. More voices. More people. 

 MK blinked to clear his vision, looking up from where he was lying. 

 The spider demon was on the ground. Hand over his arms which seemed to be smoking. Glaring at the sudden two new arrivals who were standing between the demon and MK. 

 One figure was dressed in garments of pure white, with an emerald green dragon coiling around it. Majority of jet black hair was tied back into a tight bun, with only the bangs dyed a bright teal, framing the owner’s face. Lips were parted into a snarl, showing off large fangs. Cat’s eyes pupils with emerald green irises eyes narrowed. In their hand was an emerald blade which also had a depiction of a dragon on it. The dragon teen hunched over, a clear indication of how upset they were. 

 The other, a bit taller than the dragon teen, was mainly dressed in dark purples and black. With a deep red trench coat swaying dramatically in the very minimal breeze. While the being was not hunched over, apparently trying to look more casual and at ease, it was clear this teen was just as tense as well. Pure black eyes were narrowed down. Vivid red hair was tied into a high placed ponytail, showing off the long curved black horns and thin red bull ears. 

 “Well…look who’s here.” The spider demon hissed, both in pain and trying to be intimidating. Slowly getting back onto his feet. “Little Mei Mei and Redboy. My, how you two have grown. You were just ideas the last I saw you. Where are your parents? I’m surprised they’d let you out of the house.”

 “Shut up.” The dragon teen said with a warning growl.

 “It would be in your best interest to flee while you can,” the bull teen spoke, “I doubt you could beat a 2 versus 1 fight with the state you’re in.”

 The demon hissed again. “Cheeky children. It’s shameful that your parents had to send you two to do their job. How pathetic.”

 “Leave.” MK tensed when the bull teen’s voice suddenly became deeper. Swearing the ground actually shook with how strong it was. The spider demon looked furious, but seemed to agree with the teen’s statement. Darting away with one final hiss of anger. “...You should have just let me go after him.”

 “We have bigger things to worry about. Need I remind you who’s supposedly right behind us?” The dragon teen replied. MK winced when the attention was put on him. Inching away when said teen walked over. Not seeming to mind that MK was shaking slightly as she peeled off the webs. “Hey, you’re okay. We’re on your side.” 

 “W-What? What are you talking about?” MK slurred weakly. 

 “My name’s Mei,” she continued, “Mister Pouts-a-Lot back there is Redson.”

 The bull teen huffed, no doubt annoyed by the nickname but said nothing.

 “MK’s my name...What-”

 “We don’t have time to chat,” Redson frowned, “Stront won’t be too far behind.”

 “Oh, now you’re worried. How much time do you think?”

 “Not enough!”

 “Alright! Just, go get the portal ready.”

 MK’s reply was cut off once more when he was suddenly picked up. Thankfully cradled this time instead of being flung over a shoulder. But it was slowly dawning in the teen’s sluggish brain that he was still being kidnapped. 

 “Wait…w-wait, what’s happening? W-Where are we going?” MK mumbled weakly, attempting to sit up. Or at least push Mei away. But all he got done was to flop his hand around until it landed on his own chest.

 “We’re going home Prince Xiaotian- or, MK, you’re gonna see your parents again!” The dragon teen replied. 

 “Wait, what?” Was all MK could squeak out.

 There was another flash of light. MK trying to turn away from it. The building wall now holds a glowing portal-like opening. Redson, who’d apparently made said portal, moved back to allow Mei to enter. Which she took. 

 “W-Wait, listen to me, I-I live here! My house is only a few blocks away!” MK said.

 “Don’t freak out, it’ll be okay. We’re just- Would you stop wiggling!”

 “Stop fighting you two,” Redson called out, “You’re disrupting the portal's stability. I don’t want to be spat out somewhere randomly!”

 “Put me down!”

 “Stop- We’re just trying to help!”

 “By kidnapping me?”

 “Mei, I’m serious, just put the prince down or something!”

 “Shut it Redboy, I’m trying to-”

 MK shivered feeling something cold burst in his chest. Suddenly the air was sucked out of his lungs and it felt like he was falling. But the wind wasn’t whipping by and there was no sound. MK wasn’t sure how long he was in this state. It was for a while as the teen was reaching a point of peace before the sound came rushing back. 

 He fell into something hard, pain blossoming in his back. His ears were suddenly barraged with noises, causing him to reach up to try and block everything out. Going through too much, MK’s eyes became unfocused before he passed out. 

 ________________________

 Tang worried his lip as he watched Pigsy pace back and forth at the front of the store. The pig’s cell phone pressed into his ear while his eyes were staring straight ahead. Having dialed MK’s number once more. Only to pull it away with a huff receiving the message that the number was no longer in service.

 “That’s it, I’m going out to look for him.” The chef said shortly. 

 “Do you even know where to go?” asked Tang.

 “General idea, yeah.”

 “Let me come with.”

 “No, you need to stay here. MK could show up, I need you to call me when he does.”

 “Pigsy-” Attention was snapped to the front entrance hearing a heavy knock. 

 “We’re closed! Come back tomorrow!” The chef shouted before turning back to Tang, “Please stay. I need to know you’re here and safe.”

 They were interrupted once again by further knocking. The building seemed to shake with how heavy it was. Pigsy was close to losing it. He marched to the front and parted the curtains, ready to tell the person off, only to swallow his words hard. 

 It was not a customer. Instead, towering over Pigsy, was an imposing bull demon. Yellow eyes staring down at the chef before he started to push his way in. Long black horns traveling sideways, as to not get caught in the doorway. Tang, who had started to check why Pigsy froze, scrambles back as the demon fully enters the restaurant. Clearly too large to truly be in that building. 

 Pigsy made sure to keep Tang behind him as best he could. Wooden spoon held out as a poor excuse for a weapon. Pressing back further as the demon leaned closer. 

 “Where is the prince.” The bull demon growled out.

 “W-What?” Pigsy asked weakly. 

 “Prince Xiaotian, where is the prince.”

[redladydeath]

Mmm, I think I shall Octogoblin Satisfied from Hamilton. Didn’t rewrite the lyrics because I’m bad at that. Bold is Otto, italics is Norman, bold italics is both, normal text is the ensemble/Curt/Rosie.

“All right, all right, that's what I'm talking about! Now, everyone give it up for the maid of honor, Angelica Schuyler!”

A toast to the groom! (To the groom, to the groom, to the groom) To the bride! (To the bride, to the bride, to the bride) From your sister (Angelica, Angelica, Angelica) Who is always by your side (By your side, by your side)

To your union (To the union! To the revolution!) And the hope that you provide (You provide, you provide) May you always (Always) Be satisfied (Rewind)

Rewind Rewind Helpless... Skies….. skies… Drownin' in 'em... Drowning Rewind

I remember that night I just might (rewind!) I remember that night I just might (rewind) I remember that night, I remember that…

I remember that night, I just might Regret that night for the rest of my days I remember those soldier boys Tripping over themselves to win our praise

I remember that dreamlike candlelight Like a dream that you can't quite place But Alexander, I'Il never forget the first time I saw your face

I have never been the same Intelligent eyes in a hunger-pang frame And when you said "Hi, " I forgot my dang name Set my heart aflame, every part aflame This is not a game

You strike me as a woman who has never been satisfied I'm sure I don't know what you mean You forget yourself You're like me, I’m never satisfied Is that right? I’ve never been satisfied

My name is Angelica Schuyler Alexander Hamilton Where's your family from? Unimportant, there's a million things I haven't done Just you wait, just you wait

So so so... So this is what it feels like to match wits With someone at your level! What the hell is the catch? It's the feeling of freedom, of seeing the light It's Ben Franklin with a key and a kite You see it right?

The conversation lasted two minutes, maybe three minutes, Everything we said in total agreement! It's a dream and it's a bit of a dance A bit of a posture, it's a bit of a stance

He's a bit of a flirt, but I'mma give it a chance I asked about his family, did you see his answer? His hands started fidgeting, he looked askance He's penniless, he's flying by the seat of his pants

Handsome, boy does he know it Peach fuzz and he can't even grow it I wanna take him far away from this place Then I turn and see my sister's face and she is

Helpless And I know she is Helpless And her eyes are just Helpless And I realize Three fundamental truths at the exact same time

“Where are you taking me?” “I'm about to change your life” “Then by all means, lead the way”

Number one! I'm a girl in a world in which My only job is to marry rich My father has no sons so I'm the one Who has to social climb for one

So I'm the oldest and the wittiest and the gossip in New York City is insidious And Alexander is penniless Ha! That doesn't mean I want him any less

“Elizabeth Schuyler, it's a pleasure to meet you” “Schuyler?” “My sister!”

Number two! He's after me because I'm a Schuyler sister That elevates his status, I'd Have to be naive to set that aside Maybe that is why

I introduce him to Eliza Now that's his bride Nice going Angelica, he was right You will never be satisfied

“Thank you for all your service” “If it takes fighting a war for us to meet, it will have been worth it” “I'll leave you to it!”

Number three! I know my sister like I know my own mind You will never find anyone as trusting or as kind If I tell her that I love him she'd be silently resigned He'd be mine She would say "I'm fine" She'd be lying

But when I fantasize at night, it's Alexander's eyes As I romanticize what might have been if I hadn't sized Him up so quickly At least my dear Eliza's his wife At least I keep his eyes in my life

To the groom! (To the groom, to the groom, to the groom) To the bride! (To the bride, To the bride, to the bride) From your sister (Angelica, Angelica, Angelica) Who is always by your side (By your side, by your side)

To your union (To the union! To the revolution!) And the hope that you provide (You provide, you provide) May you always (Always) Be satisfied (Satisfied, satisfied, satisfied)

And I know (Be satisfied, be satisfied, be satisfied) She'll be happy as his bride (Satisfied, satisfied, satisfied) And I know (Be satisfied, satisfied, satisfied, satisfied) (Be satisfied, be satisfied)

He will never be satisfied I will never be satisfied

[kimnamshiks]

Show Me A Good Time

Pairing: Hyunjin x Female Reader (ft. voyeur Minho)

Genre: Smut, Light humor

Rating: Explicit

WC: 2.2k+

Tags: Smut, accidental voyeurism turned voyeurism, light humor 

Summary: Seeing you make his best friend so happy never ceases to make him happy and vice versa. He loves seeing love in all forms; though this may be seeing you and Hyunjin’s love just a bit too much to be appropriate. Maybe Minho will remember to close his doors fully next time.

"Hyu-- Honey.." your soft voice filtered up into the air along with an airy moan, echoing.

"Yeah? Is it good?" Hyunjin's voice answered yours in a low tone. “That good? Baby my sheets are getting so dirty because of you~”

Minho was confused, groggy from sleep. The clock glared an obnoxious light of numbers, changing to 3:01 am. Was he dreaming? Maybe he's in a weird alternative middle ground again or something… It wasn't often he would have suggestive dreams regarding his roommate and his roommate's girlfriend. But it can happen; seeing them be so cute and happy together with the silly banter, inappropriate comments do happen also. The soft, slick sounds of kissing and slurping on the other hand were too high and sharp to be his dream-lagged mind. (Possibly… He does have a habit of daydreaming) He rubbed at his eyes as he was going to get up but a sharp moan stopped him in his tracks.

His eyesight came into a sharp focus towards the bathroom since it was between the rooms connecting them both in a roommate suite. His door was slightly ajar as Hyunjin's was open. Completely open with a reflection of the bedside lamp, Hyunjin’s room was … Giving Minho a full view of the activity going on with you and Hyunjin.

Of you two in bed preparing to fuck. Heavens why did you two have to go at it at this hour? Do you two not know how to sleep?

You were breathless against the gray cotton sheets, body shiny with a thin layer of sweat in a sweet arch that he didn’t think was comfortable but you could care less about. Another moan rippling from your lips as your legs slid further down on the bed. Hyunjin himself just seemed to be in his boxers for the time being but his body also had a layer of sweat to match, hair wet, and sorta curled up at the ends. A shift and you moaned hard for him.

Fading pink and mostly blonde hair shifted as the male lifted his head to tilt it innocently. “You have to be quiet sweetheart. Do I need to keep your mouth occupied?” 

A view of your head thrown back from the pleasure Hyunjin was giving between your legs, his grip tight enough on the inner part of your thighs. The way your hips tried to roll against the male’s face or fingers but was stopped when his grip adjusted to press your hips against the bed more. Minho could tell Hyunjin was looking up at your face with that grin he loved to use when he was particularly enjoying the torture. The blonde didn’t have his mouth on you right now in combination, for the fingers quickly going in and out of your wet core were doing wonders he was guessing. He mentally thought how long Hyunjin was down there lapping at the juices coating his hand. Or if Hyunjin has already made you cum once or twice.

“Maybe if you would just… Fuckin’ gimme..” Your voice waivers from another plunge of Hyunjin’s fingers into you, gripping his free hand to immediately shove a couple of fingers into your mouth.

The male’s mouth dropped open at the same time Hyunjin spluttered your name in a whimper. You flicked your tongue around three of his fingers sloppily, slurping and making Hyunjin stop to focus on punishing your mouth. You took it in stride as more spittle fell onto your chest with a muffled groan. He pressed down harshly to make you open your mouth wide, even rubbing the pad of his fingers onto your tongue.

“Mm ready Hyunnie. M’ready now.'' He watched you plead, in that whiny voice you reserve to try and get what you want once your mouth was free. 

The male mimicked you as he sat up to look down at you. He demanded you to say it again. With lips shiny from spit your mouth opened again to repeat yourself. And again. And again, the tone turned just that tad more demanding that Minho’s own body heated up in response.

Minho always caved under it no matter what you asked for when you got petulant. (He was weak for you and he believed his best friend knew it too.) This was going in his spank bank, he’ll feel guilty about it later. He slid his hand into his boxers and gripped himself, biting his lip hard to keep his noise of satisfaction at bay, realizing he was already leaking enough pre-cum to make the slide against his dick easier. He should feel guilty but right now he was too hard, his mind on wanting to watch you two until the end.

“Are you darling? Think you’re soaked enough?” a hummed out question, probably rhetorical. Hyunjin didn’t even let you answer before he continued, “Maybe you can have it now if you ride me pretty. Can you do that?”

Minho gyrated his hips into his hand lightly, eyes taking in everything as you pulled your boyfriend in for a deep kiss. Groans and whimpers being swallowed by each other. Fuck… What he wouldn't give to see you on top of his cock, letting him sink deep into the most intimate parts of your beautiful body and carve his shape in. Kiss and mark your skin besides Hyunjin’s finger bruises.

Hyunjin pulled back with a satisfied sigh at your drenched core and brought his hand down to his aching dick to ready himself. Wrapping his fingers to coat around the dripping head, down the slight curve to the base for a quick squeeze with a harsh moan of your name. Both you and Minho watched; you more so turned on and ready but he did more to assess it.

Not to say his best friend has a pretty dick… But Minho thinks it’s a pretty dick to match his pretty best friend indeed. So pretty he wondered if you were going to stretch your lips around it.

Do you deep throat? Do you tease with kisses and avoid his arousal completely? Would you let Hyunjin fuck your mouth as you gag with spittle and cum sliding down your face? Or maybe you two kiss after you take his load?

He was glad his free hand was in front of his face due to holding back a whimper. His hips kicking into the tight fist of his hand, his eyes were drinking in your frame as you sink slowly onto Hyunjin’s lap, thighs drenched in your juices that the squelching sound echoed loudly.

“Nngh-- Finally I’ve been waiting for this all day. It’s so good.”

Your hands glide up your body with the first roll of your hips onto Hyunjin’s with a pace that screams payback. The slow and dirty kind, the grind so hard that you had Hyunjin bruising up your thighs and hips with the tight hold on your body.

He looked up your frame with love and teasing, voice coming out in a broken husk “Come on baby you said you waited for this--”

Minho slowed the movement of his hand over his cock, following along with what seemed to be a hell of a ride. He snuck some extra lube into his hand for the easier glide and to not cum so early.

"I did say that didn't I?", a hiccuping giggle left your throat as your loving boyfriend kicked his hips up. "It's my turn to have a l-little fun too." Your lips left little blooming marks upon the slate of salty skin and lean muscle as you rode him slowly. Sometimes your hips would leave Hyunjin’s so you could look at him twitch, shiver from the cooler air on his heated skin then drop down hard onto his cock yet again.

You alternated this for a while and caressed your body, sighing from a particular roll or whimpering when the blonde sped up the pace for a bit. Minho was drooling onto his pillow and his own skin was hot and sweaty in its rising temperature. His best friend caresses and gropes where he can reach as he praises you. “Feeling good?”

“Mmm yea, roll your hips just.. just like that.”

“Squeezing me like you don’t want me to leave you, that’s fucking hot--”

You squeezed around him when you raised up before dropping down so hard that you watched blonde hair fly back in undeniable pleasure-- what you didn't expect was the loud ass THWACK to resonate in the room. Hyunjin groans (in a non-sexy way, that’s gonna leave a bump--) while holding the back of his head and wiggling underneath you. Curses flew from both of you as it made you laugh loudly.

"Honey! Aaaha--" a wheeze "Honey are you ok--" another wheeze "Okay? Fuck that sounded like it hurt.."

"Pussy so good I lost my head for a second there--" he hissed out. His eyes were closed tightly, grin goofy despite the obvious pain with him slapping at the air in your direction, "You're loud! Don't wake up Minho!" But your cackling echoed into Minho’s room too.

Said male was stifling his laughter into his pillow, heart full watching you two take care of the situation while laughing. Knowing that you'd stop everything to check on your boyfriends’ well being made a little envy burn in his chest, but he pushed that away when his dick throbbed from you guys laughing again.

Really dick? At a time like this? Laughing shouldn’t be sexy you know--

"If your damn headbang didn't wake him up before my laughter then I dunno what to tell you."

A gentle ass smack here, "Cheeky brat!"

"Who's being loud now~? You want Minho to hear you?" You questioned the blonde, not missing the way his cock jerked against your walls.

"Oh?" The may you said that to Hyunjin had Minho’s hand grabbing his dick tight yet again, playing at the base near his sack.

Now he sees that you guys changed positions so Hyunjin's head was at the bottom of the bed, feet touching the headboard. His best friend looked sheepish when you placed a pillow underneath his head. You still cooing at him and massaging his scalp while talking to him; agreeing that it would be a slow sex night after all. Exchanging a few deep kisses, Minho's rapidly paying attention again when Hyunjin goes to lay back down. Your hips sinking down onto Hyunjin’s cock (which was still hard... Minho wonders yet again if his friend likes pain--) moving back to its up and down motion. Occasionally he'd play with his tip and sigh, eyes starting to slip closed…

"Don't think I missed that little tidbit, Hyunjin.."

Hyunjin moaned your name high from his throat when you scratched down his chest, "Miss wh--"

A slow corner smirk appeared, nonchalance lacing every word. "The fact that your dick twitched when I said Minho's name."

Hyunjin's face was red with a wide-eyed stare towards you, not knowing how to proceed with that. Minho in his bed was wide-eyed to match, ears heated in surprise and cock weeping just a bit more at that thought. Fuck did Hyunjin find him attractive sexually too?

"We'll be able to talk about that later. Hm?" You pant and grind harder, "Wanna be loud next time for your best friend then too. Maybe he can join--"

Hyunjin's moan was even higher this time, gripping your waist hard with a blown outlook as you leaned back to ride. Legs spread farther so his cock could reach even deeper into your body. When his hips began to meet yours you felt euphoric, his tip kissing your g-spot with ease now. It was deeper but still a leisurely pace.

Minho forwent that pace and was trying his best to stay quiet as he fucked his fist again, his other hand sliding under his shirt to tug his hard nipples. His mind produced so many scenarios of how he'd have you bent over, folded, split on his cock while he kissed you over and over again.

A tremble skittered up into your chest, mouth running off now. "O-Oh? You'd like that babe? Would you watch him fuck me?"

"Shhhiiit yes…" he groaned deep, his face still sporting that strawberry hue on his sweaty skin. "Wanna see your lips around his cock--"

"I wanna see yours around his cock too, Jinnie. Minnie wouldn't know what to do--"

Both of you were whimpering and moaning loudly, uncaring of the noise level now that you two were so deep into the pleasure that clouded minds. Minho listened, his own soft whines joining into the fray of noise. How you two talked about the positions, the possibility of whose mouth did what to his body, or what fingers went where. Even how every surface of the house would be a new surface to fuck on if he did accept the proposal.

Yes yes, I would accept. He thought, hand blurring over his cock as his orgasm began to coil. Tugging his puffy nipples, a look of bliss casts over his face at the mere thought of the chance. He imagined him getting his cock rode by Hyunjin, you by their side as you marked his neck or kissed him filthy. As the two of you played with him, making his voice reach pitches he never thought of. Hyunjin's shout of your name as he came, made Minho crash through his orgasm with a low and long whine; a combination of both your names like a prayer. He was still riding out his high when you came a bit after with Hyunjin’s name on your lips.

All three of you were spent, Minho staying still and suddenly sleepy again. You slumped over Hyunjin’s side and shared tired kisses while wiping each other down with baby wipes. He should clean up before he had a bigger mess in the morning but he was drifting off to your voice murmuring jokes and Hyunjin’s squeaky laugh.

With his mind fizzed out he succumbed to sleep, he dreamed of hand holding and chaste kisses this time. Shy smiles and embarrasing laughter on outings with his favorite two people in the world.

The clean up is for future Minho anyways, he’s gonna enjoy his nutting experience to the fullest.

Future Minho would like to beat up Past Minho’s ass. Since Future Minho was stuck with the embarrassment of being woken up by you giggling over the mess in his bed; making some excuse of a pretty good ass dream. Curse you Past Minho! Curse you!

[nillabeam]

thirst texts at 2 am

synopsis: ah the queen of the drunk text. that’s you. but what happens when the person on the receiving end of your drunken sexting is none other than bakugo katsuki himself?? 

pairings: bakugoxf!reader

warnings: 18+ for sure, alcohol mention, phone sex, mutual masturbation, lANGUAGE bc bakugo is in it so that a given 100%, reader being a little brat, slight age gap but both characters are aged up

a/n: hi it’s me again bringing you another thirst post but Bakugo’s a little tiny bit of a sub in this one and i’m probably making a part two which will probably be pure sin but we’ll see! thanks for reading as usual please ignore all my shitty grammar and spelling mistakes <333 

You were more than lucky to score an internship straight out of UA, and even luckier to be scouted by Endeavor’s agency. And luckier still, to be able to work with Bakugo Katsuki, Ground Zero himself, the boy you had a school girl crush on since the day you watched him in the sports festival on TV. Feral and an obvious asshole, needless to say for reasons you couldn’t quite explain, you were smitten. You even managed to get into UA, granted he had graduated the year before you actually attended UA, still it was hallowed ground to you since so many great heroes were a product of the prestigious high school. What started as a shallow reason for attending became the best decision of your life. You left UA a strong pro hero to be, and your quirk made you a perfect addition to the fiery ranks of your new agency. 

You fit in quite nicely, most of your co-workers took a liking to you immediately. Except, of course, Bakugo, who always seemed to keep his distance from everyone. The loner rockstar of the agency, honestly it was very on brand for him. You could count on one hand how many times you’d interacted, and you only needed half the amount of fingers to count how many times you’d actually spoken to one another. Lucky for you your school girl crush had wavered a bit since graduation. After all, you were a full fledged hero now. That didn’t mean you steal a few peeks of the hero here and there on the rare occasion he would show up at the office. Honestly, you forgot he even worked there most of the time. Since you were a rookie and he was an established hero you two rarely crossed paths. You doubted he even knew who you were. 

It had been a little over six months since you started at the agency so you were eager to oblige when some of your old classmates extended an invitation to get some drinks and go dancing. The night was great, but like usual you went a little overboard at the bar, but you figured you’d let loose for once. Besides, you had the next day off from work.   

It was a little past 2 am when you fumbled out of your Uber, into your apartment, giggling to yourself as you kicked your heels off by the door. Clumsily, drunkenly, you drop the small purse you were carrying, effectively spilling everything out of it. “S-Shit--” you mumble and begin to shove the contents back into the bag. Your hands linger on your phone which is vibrating with texts from your friends asking if you made it home okay. You tap out a few replies to assure your friends you were safe just kinda drunk before you lazily stroll through your messages. Your eyes widen slightly as they rest on a name at the bottom of the list. 

Bakugo Katsuki.

A single message he sent when you were lucky enough to work on one of his missions a few months back buried beneath all the other messages. You forgot you had saved it. 

You shouldn't. 

You wouldn't. 

Fuck it. 

Quickly you type out a text, deleting and retyping until you’re completely satisfied with it before you hit send. 

A dull buzz against his nightstand stirs the blonde from his light slumber, his large hand smacking around in the dark before it finally lands on his phone. His eyes are heavy with sleep and it takes a second to read the screen properly. It’s from an unsaved number. He tosses the phone away with disinterest, rationalizing it as a wrong number. He starts to drift back to sleep when the phone buzzes again. “Fuck’s sake-” He opens the message to drill in a angry reply when his breath hitches in his throat. 

hi! remember me??, the first message reads. 

The second an expertly taken photo of you clad in matching lace bra and thong, posed in such a way that he could admire all of you. 

how about now? The third message makes him throw his phone away from his face. 

He definitely remembered you. You were a sidekick, he saw you around sometimes, that tight little body clad in your hero costume. Or sauntering around the office in that fucking pencil skirt/thigh high combo. He tried to remember your name but his mind came up blank. 

His phone buzzed again and he rubbed his face with both hands before grabbing it and opening the message. Another goddamn picture. This time you were on your back, on your bed he assumed, because your hair was slightly messy, forming a halo around you. One hand holding the phone, the other at your lips a finger pressed against your perfect pink tongue lolled out of your mouth. Your eyes were glassy and half lidded. He let out groan at the sight of you. 

does this help? 

He could feel his prominent bulge straining against his sweatpants. His hand dipped beneath the waistband, his first instinct was to palm at his growing length. He chewed his bottom lip, going back to the first picture to inspect your assets more thoroughly this time. He groaned, his strokes long and languid. He closed his eyes, his mind about to wander when he was suddenly hit with a pang of guilt. Tearing his hand from his pants he tossed his phone away. No, no, no, no- he wasn't this fucking desperate. He was not going to get off on some lewd pictures of his coworker just because she was clearly thirsting over him. The thought made his cock twitch in disrespectful betrayal. 

His phone began to buzz again. This time it didn't stop, it was rhythmic and slightly lower. Shit. A call. He stared intensely at the number on the screen. His ego got the best of him. He answered it, against his better judgement, promising himself to put this extra in her place. There was a long pause and he nearly hung up. 

“Bakugo?” The sweet voice finally rang out of the speaker and his confidence faltered. “You know it’s rude to leave people on read.” There was an obvious teasing tone to your voice, which he swore had a slight slur to it. 

“Listen, I don’t know what the fuck you think you’re doing you shitty extra but stop texting me that shit.” He growled into the phone. 

“You didn’t like it-”

“I don’t even know your fucking name, asshole.” 

“That’s okay, you’ll learn it soon enough.” 

“I’m going to tell you one more goddamn time if you keep sending me that shit i’m going to-” A soft moan completely derailed his train of thought. Fuuuck. Another slightly louder groan followed. “W-What the fuck are you doing?” He barks into the phone, face flush with embarrassment. 

“Don’t stop, aren’t you going to tell me what you’re going to do to me?” You mewl breathlessly, your fingers dancing along your wet folds as you imagined all the things he could do to ruin you.

He licked his lips, wetting them, he had to grip his bedsheets to keep his free hand from wandering back beneath his sweats. “Are you touching yourself right now?” He tried to sound disgusted, but it ended up sounding a little more desperate than he intended. 

“I wish it was you touching me instead, Katsuki.” You ask, your tone breathless and dripping with lust. The way his name sounded coming out of your mouth had his eyes rolling back. He wondered how you knew it in the first place. 

(Honestly, you saw it while you were helping Burnin’ with some paperwork one night at the office but that wasn’t really the point right now.)

He covered his mouth to stifle a groan that dared escape his lips. The way he saw it he had two options: let you continue and shove his hands down his pants the way he so, so desperately wanted to OR hang up the fucking phone. 

“Mmm-! K-Katsuki-” He snapped out of his daze and scrambled to hang up the phone. He tossed it away and thew himself back onto the mattress shoving his hands into his messy blonde hair. “F-Fuck.” He mumbled, groaning at the thought of you getting off to only the sound of his voice. 

It wasn’t fair. For you to look the way you did and sound the way you did. He figured you were drunk. The slight slur in your breathy voice, the dazed expression you wore in those sinful selfies you sent him, all idicating as such. That had to be it. There was no other rational explanation. He did the right thing, ending the call. 

He wasn’t so pathetically desperate that he had to get off to some drunken extra throwing herself at him. 

He was Bakugo Fucking Katsuki. 

Ground Zero. Soon to be #1 he—

 His phone buzzed again, louder now that it was pressing up against the headboard. Bakugo reluctantly checked the caller id. A fucking video call. No, no. He couldn’t. It would be too much. He was a man after all. With carnal, primal desire welling within him, and right now he was barely keeping those desires at bay. He ignored the call. 

Another buzz. 

He was fucking stupid. 

“FUCK.”

His fingers greedily swiped to answer the call. He was immediately greeted by your beautiful face, you offered a sweet smile and wave. “That wasn't nice, Katsuki, hanging up like that when I was so close.” You were lying on your stomach, feet swaying back and forth in the air behind the curve of your ass. He drank in the sight of you, your face flushed, messy hair framing your face perfectly, your lips plush and slightly pouting. 

He cursed himself internally. “So fucking desperate.” His voice was huskier than before, and his words were more akin to a growl. 

“Only a little.”

You sat up and rested the phone on something so you no longer had to hold it but ensuring Bakugo still had a great view. You stared at him through the screen and he felt his cheeks heat up, even though you weren’t in the room with him he still felt a little intimidated by your boldness. 

You dipped a finger to rub over your clothed entrance, “Now where was I?” You teased, your other hand trailing over your cleavage. Bakugo fumbled with his sweats, sliding his hand down them to palm his aching cock. His ruby orbs memorizing every movement you made. You stop suddenly and he stopped too, a little annoyed. “Something wrong?” He growls, his tone low and thick with want. 

“I’m gonna need you to do something for me first.” You say your fingers hooking into the strappy waistband of your thong pulling it away from your full hips teasingly before releasing it, the material hitting your skin with a slight ‘snap’. He ponders it for a moment, but his desire gets the best of him. 

“For fucks sake-”He rolls his eyes, “What now?” He asks, clearly skeptical. 

“Turn a light on or something, this isn’t a free show-” There's yet another long pause and Bakugo weighs his options. You start to get a bit impatient when a sudden ‘click’ catches your attention. Finally. There he is in all his glory. Well, not all his glory but some of it. It’s still a little dark but those piercing red eyes of him are unmistakable. His gaze makes you flush two shades darker. His appearance is slightly disheveled, his hair is messier than normal, probably bedhead since you most likely woke him up, his cheeks are tinted pink and he looks a little fucked out already. Probably from all the teasing. He looks absolutely perfect. 

“Fucking happy now, brat?” He growls. 

“Yes! Much better.” You comment, feeling your heat drip from the mere image of him. “I guess I can reward your good behavior..” You trail off, reaching back to unhook your bra, you catch it before it can fall, teasingly biting your lip. You can hear him groan at your teasing, finally you let the lace fall away from your body, giving him a full view. The liquor in your system keeping the shame and embarrassment you would normally be feeling at bay. 

“Fucking perfect.” Bakugo groans lowly at the sight. You’re caught off guard by the compliment and you feel your body heat up. He slides his sweats down enough to free his cock from its confines, he makes sure you can’t see him first, only visible from the chest up. He swipes his thumb over the tip spreading the pre cum along the length of his cock before starting slow, languid pumps. 

You notice his eyes roll back slightly at the sensation and you almost threaten to stop again if he doesn't show you what he’s doing, but you’re afraid he’ll stop entertaining this foolish idea entirely so you fight the urge to call him out. 

Instead you trail your hands along the top of your thighs, “Tell me what you want, Katsuki.” His breath hitches at your words, he smirks darkly before biting his bottom lip. 

“Touch yourself.” 

You feel a wave of lust wash over you and you pull your panties off eager to please. You spread your legs exposing your soaking folds, you rub a hand lazily along your slit. “Fuck-” You hear him groan at the sight of you.

 “Such a dirty little, slut.” A bolt of electricity shoots through you at his words and you can't stop your fingers from dipping into your mess of a cunt. 

“So fucking desperate for my attention.” 

You are moving your fingers feverishly now, chasing the release you were denied earlier, his words pushing you closer to that blissful edge. Soft moans fall from your lips, your free hand moves to rub clumsy circles against your clit. 

He’s keeping pace with you, his strokes matching your movements. “Fuck, Princess, you’re so beautiful like this.” He can’t help the moan that follows his praise. “K-Katsuki, i’m close-” You whimper, eyes watering from the building pleasure in your core. “Did I say you could cum?” He asks his breathing ragged as his own climax sneaks up on him, his strokes become more desperate.  

“P-Please, I can’t help it-” You whimper, you can feel your orgasm about to crash down on you. 

He can knows how close you are. He can see it.

“Beg for it.” 

“K-Katsuki! Please let me—ahh!—cum! Please, K-Katsuki, p-please I really can’t—mnn help it.” You whine, trying your best to be good and hold back for him.  

“Cum for me then, Princess.” 

You manage a hurried nod and your ministrations become hurried and sloppy. Bakugo’s not doing much better as his shirt is now in between his teeth, the camera tilted slightly giving you a view of his perfect chest. His muffled groans push you closer and closer to your release, as he thrusts up into his hand imagining its you instead. Finally, it all becomes too much and the coil inside snaps, you whine, tossing your head back, “Fuck. Katsuki!” Your fingers move from your core to your clit, wanting to prolong the orgasm as long as possible. 

Bakugo bites down even harder on the material between his teeth, desperate to stifle the whimpers falling from him, his face contorts and his eyes nearly roll all the way back. Thick, white ropes of cum make a mess of his exposed stomach. He lets the fabric of his shirt fall from his mouth, his jaw sore from how hard he was biting down. His body relaxes a bit too much as he comes down from his high and he accidentally drops the phone.

“Shit-” You refocus on your own screen, forgetting it was there for a second, you hear him cursing under his breath and fumbling around until you are graced by the view of his flushed, fucked out expression. You offer a sweet smile and he smirks a little in response. “That was great, but i’m a little disappointed it wasn't the real thing.” You admit, forcing a slight pout. You see him visibly stiffen, his pupils dilating at the thought. 

“You couldn't handle the real thing, Princess.” He taunts. 

“Prove it.” 

Fuck now you’ve done it. 

“Come over tomorrow.” 

“Don’t play games with me, Princess, I don’t like to be teased.” 

“I’m serious.” You disappear from the screen for a moment while you type out a text. His phone buzzes in his hand. “That’s my address. Tomorrow around 8 work for you?” He drags his teeth over his bottom lip. Fucking bet. 

“You’ll regret that. ” He offers a deliciously devilish smirk. 

“We’ll see.” You tease back. 

“I’m going to bed, it’s fucking—” He moves to look at the time, “-three in the morning—shit.” 

“You’re right big day tomorrow! Goodnight, sleepy head!” You muse rolling onto your back. You move to end the call when his voice stops you. 

“Wait-”

A pause. 

“Tell me your name first.” 

[tefilovesreading]

It’s a match! Part. 2

Pairing: Charlie Gillespie x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2k

Warnings: None, language but that’s it.

A/N: LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANNA BE TAGGED. 

Edited by: @theamazingtomholland​ 

MASTERLIST // PART 1 // PART 3

“What do you mean he sent you a good morning text?” Jo asked, almost choking on her toast.

“He asked for my number last night,” Y/N explained, her hands shaking while she tried to unlock her phone, “and when I woke up, I had a text from him saying good morning and wishing me a good day.”

“Damn the boy is a keeper,” her friend whistled and winked at her after she read the message.

“He told me he wanted to FaceTime.”

She sat on the stool next to where her best friend was sitting and rested her chin on her hand. The butterflies in her stomach felt more like hundreds of bees buzzing fiercely in there. 

“And you?” Jo questioned with an intrigued look on her face, “do you wanna do it?”

“I think so,” Y/N answered, biting the inside of her cheek, “he’s really cute, and I had fun texting last night.”

“Well that’s a new one,” the ginger girl joked. All their friends knew how much Y/N hated texting, leaving messages on read for days, or taking absolutely forever to respond. She always felt weird texting, not knowing very well how to keep the conversation going over text.

“Tell him you have thirty minutes, and then you have to go do something else,” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and Jo rolled her eyes, “that way if you don’t feel comfortable you have an easy exit.”

“And what if I’m enjoying it?” Jo looked at her as if she was trying to explain how the water cycle worked to a kid, “Jo I’m being serious!”

“In that case, my love, you hang up and call him again after you tell me everything.”

“Who said I was gonna tell you anything, uh?” Y/N smirked and blew her a kiss after her friend gave her an offended look.

“Whatever, Y/N,” Jo flipped her off, “just tell him your professor was sick or something like that.”

“You’re a lifesaver, did I tell you that?” Y/N kissed her friend’s cheek and then jumped off, “I’m gonna go take a shower, see you later.”

“See you later, babe,” Jo said, “don’t forget to eat!”

“I won’t!” Y/N yelled, on her way to the bathroom they shared.

Y/N: Good morning! Hope you have a great day too

She smiled satisfied at her reply and hit the send button.

Y/N couldn’t remember the last time she felt so giddy about a guy, it was exciting, to say the least. Charlie seemed like an easygoing person and really easy to talk to. Sure she was nervous talking to him, but who wouldn’t? The guy was super cute and so nice to her, she already knew she’d be crushing hard.

Thirty minutes later, she was on her way to class with time to go to her favorite coffee shop and have a quick breakfast.

Charlie: Didn’t think you’d answer me so early hahaha Y/N: I have a class in like 20 minutes, wouldn’t have woken up this early if i didn’t have class lol Charlie: So you’re not a morning person Y/N: Oh no, absolutely not!!

She smiled at the boy in the cashier and laughed softly when he asked her if she was ordering the same thing she always did.

“Oh, can you add a brownie please?” Y/N asked politely, while she looked for her card on her bag. After paying for her food, she went to one of the tables in the back.

Charlie: Noted! I swear i try to not wake up early but i can’t Y/N: I bet you’re the kind of friend that wakes everyone up with a lot of noise  Charlie: How did ya know that hahahaha Y/N: I was just guessing, but you do seem like a loud person Charlie: I am, i won’t try to deny it Charlie: What about you??  Y/N: Mmm Y/N: It depends Y/N: But my laugh is extra loud, so I can’t say I’m a quiet girl

“Vanilla latte!” Y/N put away her phone and stood up to get her order.

“Thanks, Dylan,” she thanked the boy and grabbed a few napkins before making her way back to her table. 

Charlie: I bet your laugh is really cute

Her cheeks were burning after that message, and it took her a couple of minutes to tame the butterflies in her stomach before she was able to type a response. Because as much as she wanted to laugh it off and change the topic, she knew he was flirting with her and if she didn’t flirt back, their conversation was basically dead.

Y/N: Guess you’ll have to find out yourself ;).

That was a nice reply, right? She screenshotted their chat and sent it to Jo. If anyone knew how to flirt while texting, it was her best friend.

Y/N: How does it look? Is it too much?? Too little?? Y/N: H E L P

Jo’s response was quick as always. One of the many reasons she loved her.

Jo: Girl it’s fine Jo: Stop worrying about it Jo: It’s mysterious and a good way to tell him you wanna FaceTime Y/N: Ok ok thank you love ya Jo: Love you more  

Checking the hour on her phone, Y/N finished her bagel and gathered her stuff. She waved Dylan goodbye and left the coffee shop. She spent more time than she expected to in there and if she didn’t hurry she’d be late for class. 

It was times like this one that made her regret not knowing how to drive because even if all her classmates liked the Lyft program they had for free, she still felt unsafe getting in the car without a friend.

Back in the day, when she was still dating Lance, he’d made sure to call her and talk to her during the whole ride to wherever Y/N needed to go just to make her feel safe. After all, he was never a bad boyfriend, their paths just went in different ways and they both wanted different things in life.

Charlie: Yeah i guess Charlie: What if i call you later when you’re done with your classes??Charlie: No pressure

She could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks for the second time in less than an hour and had to bite her lip to stop herself from smiling. 

Y/N: Sure, i’ll let you know once i’m done Y/N: But i have to say bye for now Y/N: Gotta pay attention haha Charlie: Get that degree! Charlie: Talk to you later!

Focusing on whatever her professor was saying was a hard task, she just wanted to pull her phone out and text Charlie, see what he was up to and get home as soon as possible, so they could FaceTime.

Sitting on the edge of her seat, she couldn’t help but bounce her leg to relieve the eagerness rushing through her veins. She still had fifteen minutes left, and then she’d be sprinting out of the classroom and going back to her apartment.

“Dude, do you gotta use the bathroom or what?” Sadie, the girl she always sat with during class, whispered through gritted teeth.

“Sorry,” she apologized, crossing her legs to stop herself from bouncing her leg. Although the new position didn’t stop her from moving her foot. 

“What’s up with you?” Sadie snorted once she realized Y/N couldn’t sit still.

“Nothing,” she replied quickly, scribbling on her notebook the pages she needed to read for the next class, “I just wanna go home.”

“But you have never been this eager to leave this class,” the girl commented without looking at her, too focused on taking notes, “you love this class.”

“I don’t know,” Y/N let out a sigh and checked the hour on her watch, “I just don’t feel like sitting here right now.”

Her classmate didn’t make another comment about her eagerness to leave the classroom, she just nodded her head as if she was telling her she understood.

“I think that’s all for today, guys,” the professor mentioned, leaning on the desk, “have a good day, and don’t forget to read the articles I mentioned.”

Y/N hurried to gather her things and waved Sadie goodbye before walking as fast as she could to the door. She needed to leave before the halls flooded with students. Y/N considered taking the stairs instead of the elevator but knowing how clumsy she could be, she opted for the latter. Falling down the stairs wasn’t on her plans.

Twenty minutes and a mile later, she dropped her keys on the bowl next to the door of her apartment and kicked off her shoes. She checked her out in the full-length mirror Jo had in their living room and shrugged. Charlie knew she was a college student, and it wouldn’t be weird to see her wearing a hoodie with her college’s logo, also, she was comfy and didn’t want to change into something else. 

She fixed her hair and made sure she didn’t have smudged mascara under her eyes and then made herself comfortable on the couch.

Y/N: Just made it home

Y/N: That was one hell of a long class haha

She bit her nails, the nervousness kicking in while she waited for a response from Charlie. Maybe he was busy now that she wasn’t. God if their schedules didn’t let them at least FaceTime, she felt like she’d start crying and delete the app. It wasn’t like she was talking to other guys though.

Charlie: Finally!! Charlie: Wanna FaceTime?? Or are you tired?

“Fuck no,” she whispered to herself before she started writing her reply.

Y/N: Nah! Let's FaceTime

Her heart started pounding on her chest when the video call entered and the phone started vibrating in her hand.  

“Shit, shit, shit,” she cursed before putting a smile on her face and answering the call. “Hey!”

Holy shit. His pictures didn’t make him justice. 

“How you doin’?” Charlie said and her cheeks blushed.

“It’s that a Friends reference?” she asked trying to hide her smile.

“I swear I don’t mean it in that way,” he laughed, and the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled made her heart flutter. “But seriously, how was your day?”

“It was good even though I hate waking up early,” the way Charlie was looking at her with so much attention, even if it was through a screen it  made her feel so confident, “I had breakfast at this little coffee shop near my apartment and then went to class.”

“But that sounds like a nice morning,” Charlie mentioned, his sweet smile never leaving his face.

“What were you up to anyway?”

“Not much actually,” he shrugged and the gesture made him look young, “I went for a run, then I had to film some tapes for a few auditions, and now I’m chilling.”

“You’re an actor,” Y/N pointed out, not even surprised about the new information he just revealed. It was Los Angeles after all.

“I am,” he smiled, and she swore she could see a pink tint on his cheeks, “I started back in Canada when I was about fourteen or fifteen.”

“Any chances I’ve watched it?” Charlie scrunched his nose and shook his head.

“Maybe, if you are into foreign films,” Y/N tilted her head confused at his answer, “It’s in French.”

“You learned how to speak in French for the movie?” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows together when Charlie started laughing.

“I grew up speaking French and English,” he explained with a soft smile, “I’m French Canadian.”

“That makes a lot more sense now,” she laughed off her embarrassment, “I’m gonna blame the fact that I woke up early today. I’m not this dumb, I swear.”

“Don’t worry,” he said and the smile faded just enough for her to notice his intense stare, “I thought it was cute.”

She bit her lip at his words and tried to look away from the screen, but Charlie’s eye contact felt as if he was looking right into her soul and she couldn’t break that connection even if she wanted to. And she definitely didn’t want to do that.

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[blutopaz15]

How about "You're a softie", or rather "Ye're a softie" ?

Ackk!! This took me SO long to get to, I’m sorry!! It ~did~ turn into practically a whole oneshot though, so woooo! hope you enjoy ;)

also oops I lost the initial prompt post so I forget which number this is lol

#??: “You're a softie.”

Callum wasn’t exactly sure what he’d been expecting when Rayla had banished him from their room, saying that she had a “surprise” for him, but it certainly hadn’t been this.

She’d beaten him back there by a longshot. The “super short” evening audience that one of Ezran’s advisors had requested was not super or short by any means, and by the time Callum had traipsed back to their room, feet dragging and head foggy, she was already ready for bed. When the heavy door creaked open, though, rather than remaining comfortably and impatiently cross-legged on the edge of his matress, ready to curl up with him for a little bit before bedtime as usual, she’d popped up off his bed, shoved his pajamas into his arms, and quickly ushered him towards the washroom.

“Uh, okay,” he’d responded, curiosity over what she was up to clearing the fog from his mind. He deliberately leaned his weight into hers, stalling as she pushed him towards the door so he could ask: “What’s all this about?”  

“I have a surprise for you!” Her voice had his favorite teasing cadence to it, and Callum felt a little flutter of anticipation, warm and pleasant, in his chest. 

Satisfied and eager from the answer, Callum stopped resisting just as she shifted her hands from his shoulders to his waist and pressed her weight more insistently against him. This successfully sent him stumbling through the open washroom door. She gave him one more direction, accompanied first by a smile that was softer than he would’ve expected and then her lips on his cheek, before she sharply shut him away back there. 

“Ten minutes,” she said.

The typical draw of their evenings spent together was amplified by the promise of whatever surprise she was assembling out there, and Callum realized that he might’ve been a little too eager when he called out to her through the door for the first time—his face already washed, his teeth already brushed, his limbs already pajama-clad—and got an exasperated sigh in response. He tried once more, twice more, then thrice more before—at long last—she finally confirmed that he could enter.

The washroom door swung open wide, and there, at the center of the room, was Rayla on the floor, surrounded by what seemed to be every spare pillow and blanket in the castle, beaming at him, eyes shining and bright.

Callum grinned back at her, his head cocked to the side as his shoulder hit the doorframe. “What’s all this?” he asked, nodding at the piles of pillows she was nestled between.

Rayla’s nose wrinkled up as she lobbed the blue cushion laying across her lap at him, and he was pretty sure—as he held up his hands to knock it away from his face—that he’d never seen her smile so wide.

“Sleepover!” Rayla flung her arms open, gesturing towards the multi-color mountains all around her. “Last night you were saying how you wished I didn’t have to go back to my bed, and this isn’t technically sleeping in the same bed so…”

He bent to pick up the blue pillow and tossed it back to her—gently. That was a pillow-fight he would—absolutely, without a doubt, for sure—lose. She caught it—of course—and laid it back over her legs.

“I’m pretty sure this is still against the rules,” he said, shrugging at her, still in the doorway...trying to decide if he cared enough about those rules to deny her. 

Opeli’s ‘no sleeping in the same bed’ rule probably translated to ‘don’t sleep next to each other’ too, Callum thought. Though...he was pretty sure it also translated to ‘don’t lie in the same bed’...a rule which they’d been breaking daily...

But, attendants never came in to check on them in the evenings when they were bending those rules. The mornings were a different story, though: someone was always bustling in first thing, earlier than they could ever have a hope of waking up to separate themselves first, and Callum had to wonder if that was Opeli’s specific bidding.

Still though...like Rayla had said...technically…

“...and we care why, exactly?” Rayla asked, an eyebrow raised, arms crossed, outwardly annoyed. Callum could see, though, that his hesitation—which wasn’t really his anyway—had hurt her.

Pre-bedtime pillow fort cuddles—no beds or sleeping involved—probably wouldn’t break any rules, Callum figured, even if their luck changed and they got caught.

Though, maybe, he considered, the strictest translation of Opeli’s rule might be that they just weren’t supposed to lie down with each other at all…

Rayla was frowning now.

He took a few steps closer before turning his back, spreading his arms, and collapsing back onto the stacks of pillows next to her. When he peeked an eye open, Rayla chuckled softly, reaching for the hand that’d fallen across her knees.

“Dummy.”

She looked over her shoulder and down at him, appearing not quite as deflated. Callum leaned on his elbow to offer up an explanation. 

“I’m just saying, Rayla, I really don’t want to have to explain it to Ezran if Opeli separates us.” He’d meant that to be lighthearted...but it was also very true. He winced theatrically, and Rayla smiled back, rolling her eyes and squeezing at his fingers. When she stopped shaking her head at him, what she wanted was still lingering in the way she looked at him. She eased herself down by his side, matching his pose.

“Callum...please? Just for tonight?” The sincerity in the way her brow furrowed tugged at him...and she knew it. That teasing rhythm was back in her voice when she went on, her stare so very sweet. “Come on, you know you want to! It’ll be fun! The ‘it’s not a bed’ excuse will definitely work at least once.”

That was probably true, Callum admitted to himself. It was possible—likely, actually—that Opeli wouldn’t be happy about their rule-bending, but...feigning innocence was a possibility…

Plus...it’d be so nice to wake up at Rayla’s side. Her arms heavy with sleep and draped over him...her warm breath on his cheek...her lips parted and perfectly within kissing range…

Like she could see his resolve weakening, a mischievous smile crawled across Rayla’s lips. 

“How can I convince you? We can snuggle all night! I’ll let you be little spoon?” She rocked closer, still up on her elbow like he was, and pressed a kiss, brief and enthusiastic, to his lips. When she pulled away and her eyes opened...she didn’t even need to tag on the last incentive. “Mmm, I don’t know, what else do you want? Anything!” 

It wasn’t quite heat in her eyes...more like...a spark. An offer of heat. 

A similar heat very quickly filled in underneath his collar, across his cheeks.

“Yeah, the answer to that question is definitely against the rules,” he laughed, eyes wandering to the ceiling before he smiled at her. “But...fine. Sleepover. If we get caught, though, you’re going to be the one who explains to Ez what Opeli is so worried about.” 

Rayla’s hand wrapped around his almost as soon as Callum started poking a finger at her to go with the dramatized sternness of his stare, and, before he knew it, she’d used that leverage to knock him flat on his back. Rayla’s arms looped around his neck, her chest pressing him into the floor, and she was still for a moment, just holding him near. Her lips landed in his hair.

She stayed close to whisper, giggling in his ear. “You’re such a softie, Callum.”

“Maybe so,” Callum conceded, turning to press a clumsy kiss to her jaw before nuzzling closer, his lips drifting down to place tonight’s first of what he intended to be many kisses against her neck. “I was promised anything I want, though.”

The sigh she made wasn’t all that loud when he kissed her again—this time just under her ear, the skin there exceptionally warm and smooth—but Callum could feel it vibrate in her chest, and he was sure that she could feel the way he shuddered, too, as her fingertips ran along his spine.

“I thought you didn’t want to break any rules?”

[not-all-dead]

prompt #87 - “You're so adorable.”

lin x reader version

requested by @linslover :))

ok I feel like this actually turned out well and also is just like very cute

You were rushing around the small kitchen, desperate to have everything perfect for when Lin came home. You’d ordered dinner from her restaurant, getting her the order she got on special occasions. You’d also spent all day baking the most decadent chocolate cake ever known to Lin’s apartment.

The cakes had been cooling while you prepared the icing, their delicious scent wafting through every room. You swiped a finger through the icing, sucking it clean and nodding in approval of the light chocolatey sweetness. You touched one of the cakes, itching to get it assembled before Lin returned from work. It was still slightly warm to the touch, so you set about decorating instead.

You’d found a “happy birthday” banner shoved in the back of the guest closet, and with a little dusting and ironing, it looked good as new. You hung it above the kitchen’s entryway, making sure it was absolutely perfect.

Then, you grabbed the bag of balloons from the counter. Once there were a reasonably excessive number of coloured orbs bouncing around the floor, you turned your attention back to the cake.

It was nicely cooled to room temperature now, so you glopped a hefty amount of frosting of the first cake. You spread it around what would be the middle of the two-layer cake, getting it as even as you could before flipping the other cake on top. You scooped the rest of the icing onto the top of the second cake, spreading it around and bringing it down the sides, filling every nook and cranny you found.

When you were satisfied with the appearance and decadence of the chocolate dessert, you placed a glass cover over the cake plate. You opened the fridge and moved several things around, clearing space for the cake to occupy. When there was a space that looked big enough, you left the fridge door open and carefully picked up the heavy cake platter. You slowly brought it to the fridge, letting a breath of relief out when it was safely in.

Just as you were closing the fridge door, the doorbell rang. You let out a little yelp, startled by the unexpected sound. You glanced at the clock, realizing it must be the food. You maneuvered through the sea of balloons, peeking through the peephole to make sure it wasn’t Lin home early before opening the door. You grabbed the cash you’d prepared beforehand and handed it to the delivery man, taking the two large bags of food from him. He left with a smile, and you set about getting everything perfected for Lin.

The food was easy to prepare, the requirements being simply for it to be placed on a tray of sorts and warmed in a low-temperature oven. You got out the good plates and cutlery while it heated, creating two place settings at the bar on the other side of the counter. Almost as soon as the food was ready, you heard a key turn in the lock.

“What the?” Lin stared for a moment at the balloon at her feet before looking up to see the rest of your efforts.

She couldn’t help but laugh, a large smile forming on her face.

“You’re so adorable, wow,” She shook her head and inhaled deeply.

“Is that what I think it is?” She asked, her eyes lighting up when you nodded.

You were practically vibrating with excitement. She took a step further into the apartment and closed the door behind her, and you immediately launched yourself at her. You wrapped her in a tight hug, her arms sliding around your waist to squeeze you back.

“Happy birthday!” You exclaimed, pulling back and planting a firm kiss on her smiling lips.

She chuckled, staring lovingly into your eyes, until her stomach rumbled loudly. You giggled at the sound before pulling away, scolding her lightheartedly as you did.

“You probably haven’t eaten all day, have you? I’d better get this dinner going, then, because you,” You drew a breath to emphasize your point.

“Need,” She raised an eyebrow at you and smirked.

“Food!” You finished, hurrying back into the kitchen and plating up.

She moved haphazardly across the balloon covered floor, taking one of the seats in the bar. You handed a plate piled high with all her favourite foods over the counter to her, which she graciously accepted. You scurried around to sit beside her with your own plate, and gave her a peck on the cheek before both of you dug in.

“Mmm,” Lin groaned, her mouth fuller than would be polite anywhere else.

When she finally swallowed the last of her massive bite, she grinned lazily at you.

“I have not, in fact, eaten until now, which just makes this all the better,” She turned back to her plate, shovelling more food into her mouth.

The two of you kept eating, mostly in silence, until the time came for dessert. You hopped up, clearing the plates and leaving them in the sink for later. You opened the top drawer to the left of the fridge, taking out the five candles you’d scrounged up from various locations earlier.

You opened the fridge, Lin’s eyes curiously following your every movement, and brought out the cake on it’s plate. You set it down on the counter in front of her, dramatically taking off the now frosted glass cover. She smiled up at you, resting her head on her hand while you put the candles in. You grabbed a match from the matchbox you kept beside the knife rack, lighting it. The flame caught easily to every candle, and you grabbed the cake knife you’d left out.

Then, you started singing obnoxiously loudly.

“HAPPY BIIRTHDAYY TOOO YOUUUU,” Lin’s face turned bright red and she bit her upper lip in an attempt not to laugh.

“HAPPY BIIRTHDAYY TOOO YOUUUU,” Your voice cracked massively on the high note, and Lin’s cheeks puffed out, her laughter barely contained.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAYYY DEAR LIIIINNYYYYYY,” You waved your hands about, your movements something that would barely be considered dancing.

“HAPPY BIIIIIRTHDAAAYYYYY,” You sucked in a breath, drawing out the last line.

“TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO,” Lin couldn’t hold back her laughter any longer, bursting out loudly and resting the heel of her hand against her forehead.

“YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU,” You finished, bowing overdramatically to her as she continued to express her amusement.

You grinned and watched happily as she fought to regain control. Once she had, you gestured wildly at the still lit candles atop the cake.

“Make a wish!” You said before she closed her eyes and blew them out.

“What did you wish for?” You asked, pulling two of the candles out of the cake and licking the bottoms clean.

“You know it never comes true if I tell you! But I do think it’ll come true tonight, that is, if I’m lucky enough,” She winked at you and you felt your face heat up.

You handed her the knife, turning to grab two dessert plates.

“I think we can arrange that,” You brought the plates around and sat next to her again.

“Good,” She smirked as she cut two large pieces of cake and heaped them onto the plates.

list of prompts

[meetmymouth]

An angst blurb where y/n caught Harry in a terrible lie and how he tries to fix everything

thank you for the request mwah hope you like this :’)

1.8k below the cut!!!!!

(there might be some typos and stuff like that but i’ll fix them later sorry)

Y/N took a deep breath as she closed the front door behind her. It was Thursday which meant happy hour at the pub near their flat so she was excited for cider after cider and well, to see her friends. Despite feeling drained from the week’s workload and her boss cornering her about the next week’s article, a tired smile appeared on her lips at the thought of letting loose with the people she loved the most.

She took her Adidas trainers off and placed them next to Harry’s Nikes while tying her hair into a messy bun. After doing her ‘after-work’ routine in the bathroom (washing her hands, taking her rings and earrings off...), she made her way towards the stairs that led up to the bedrooms, passing the quiet living room in which the telly showed Nigella on mute.

Since Harry was having time-off from work, she knew he was either in the bathroom or doing something in their bedroom upstairs. Since he wasn’t anywhere to be found downstairs, she made her way up to their bedroom, noting to fix the wonky photo frames on the walls that welcomed her as she took each step. When she came to the last step, she called his name.

“Harry?”

When no one replied, she opened the slightly ajar door to find a tall body sleeping between the covers. As she made her way towards him, she smiled at his lack of clothes and damp hair which caused a dark patch on his pillow.

Taking a look at the digital clock on the bedside table, she patted the area where Harry was laying to make sure she wouldn’t sit on his legs.

“Baby,” she whispered while she gently petted his cheek. She couldn’t help but feel tingly when her palm made contact with his growing scruff.

Harry nuzzled his cheek into Y/N’s palm and slowly opened his eyes which showed he couldn’t have been asleep for more than half an hour.

She smiled at the sleepy boy and gave a kiss to her nose.

“You OK babe?”

“Yeah, just passing time while you’re being a boss ass babe at work” he murmured and lifted himself on the bed, getting closer to her. “Missed youuuu,”

“Missed you more” it was true. Ever since Harry started spending most of his time at her flat since he was taking some time off from recording and meetings, they both became somewhat clingy and needy for each other which- she didn’t even care to be honest.

They were always together. They woke up to each other. They cooked together. They had sex at least twice a day. They touched each other like they were teenagers and they went to sleep after they read their books in bed, side by side. Sometimes she offered to read him if she thought the book was something that would interest him while Harry too loved reading bits from his book because he knew she liked collecting quotes in her notes app.

While she was daydreaming about their routine, Harry got up from the bed and made his way to the wardrobe.

She looked at his pale bum and chuckled.

“Doing squats lately?” she asked, knowing how he kept complaining about his bum getting bigger because he couldn’t stop eating too much carbohydrates (she caught him stealing bread  numerous times from the bread bin before bed).

He scoffed as he struggled to put his boxers on and Y/N went to hug him from behind and she kissed his shoulders which were still warm from his nap.

“You’re so cosy. Mmm, look at these broad shoulders. You’re well fit, aren’t you,”

“Yeah, mock me arse and then compliment me shoulders. That won’t work”

She smirked at the way he leaned back on her body and how he stopped trying to get her boxers on as they stayed very low on his hips.

“Why you leaning back on me then huh?” She touched her lips to his left shoulder again and blew a raspberry as he wiggled his shoulders in hopes of breaking free.

He turned and surged forwards, capturing her lips in a needy kiss. As she opened her mouth, he immediately went for her tongue. She chuckled at the spit running down his chin and wiped it off with the palm of her hand.

“Messy”

“I like it messy”

“Yeah you’re such a boy,” she kissed the side of his mouth and they parted.

“You coming with? To the pub?” she asked and watched as he took her beige trousers and a white t-shirt from the wardrobe.

Satisfied with his nod, Y/N placed one last kiss between his shoulder blades and left the room, wanting to take a quick shower before changing into her most comfortable jeans- if there was such thing.

Remembering the forgotten toiletry bag downstairs beside where she threw her bag on the sofa, she left the bathroom without his trousers on and went down the stairs, laughing at Harry who sent her a wink from where he was seated on the bed.

It was nearly seven which left her an hour to get ready. It was fine, she thought and spared a glance at her legs while she walked, noticing the little growing hairs. When she arrived where her makeup bag was, the letters on the coffee table caught her eye.

Piled up letters and parcels weren’t anything unusual for their household though Y/N made sure to open everything in time in case they got anything urgent like bills and stuff like that. Since there was one teared open, she put the makeup bag back and took the rectangular envelope in her hands.

They weren’t a sneaky couple: neither Y/N or Harry ever went through each others’ phones or went behind each others’ backs in any way. Hence why she felt like she could take a look inside the envelope since she didn’t even read the name on it first.

She unfolded the paper which looked like it’s been read before and started reading it herself. It was obviously a legal letter of sorts but she didn’t know much about those so she didn’t care much until she went to put the paper back to where it was that she stopped abruptly. A name caught her eye and she re-opened the paper.

There it was, in bold, both Harry’s and Camille’s full names.

She didn’t know any legal terms but what she’d gathered from the letter was that Harry waiving something something house something something and lots of numbers.

At that moment, Y/N pierced everything together and her body felt like it was on fire.

Harry, her boyfriend of two years, who was also upstairs in their shared bedroom, had paid for Miss Rowe’s Los Angeles mansion.

Now, she didn’t know what her house looked like but according to the numbers on the letter, it wasn’t a simple three bedroom house.

She threw the letter on the sofa and ran upstairs. Part of her was trying to be calm because you know what, she was an adult! That being said, this was massive. Huge! Her boyfriend was paying for her ex girlfriend’s house.

She didn’t care that it was his ex girlfriend. She just hated the fact that he never ever thought of mentioning this to her. Because he knew how crazy it would sound.

“Y/N? It’s nearly seven,” Harry caught her from her shoulders before they came toe to toe.

She shrugged his hands off and took a second before deciding on how to go from there.

Harry watched her with curiosity since she looked like she was holding back an ear piercing scream which- she somehow was. Her mouth was twitching and he could tell that she was grinding her teeth.

“Is there anything you want to tell me?” she asked but didn’t stop there:

“No, fuck it. When were you going to tell me how much of a sneaky bastard you were?” she watched as his mouth opened and closed in shock.

“What?”

Y/N wanted to slap herself. She wanted to stump her feet and cry and she wanted to puke.

“You’re a sneaky bastard. You paid for her house?” a sarcastic laugh left her mouth as she kept going.

“You actually paid for her house and you didn’t think of mentioning it to me? I mean, I don’t even give a fuck if you were still friends with her. Or met up with her. You know I’m fine with it. I don’t give a fuck. But paying for her house?”

“Y/N-”

“No. Don’t. This is big, Harry. This is fucked up. You went behind my-”

“It’s not like we’re poor so we won’t have any money left!” his tone matched hers now and it made Y/N angrier.

They were stood in the middle of their corridor, Y/N in nothing but her knickers and the blouse she wore to work today and Harry with only his trousers on.

She felt herself getting sweatier by the second.

“You’re a fucking joke. You think I’m angry because you spent money? I’m not your mother, I don’t care what you spend your money on, you muppet. It’s the fact that you never mentioned this to me. You realise how big this is?” She tried passing his lanky body but he grabbed her arm.

“Look, I’m sorry. I was going to mention it to you, I was waiting for the appropriate time!”

“Appropriate time?! Are you fucking with me? There’s nothing you could say to make this better, just get out of my face. I don’t want to look at you. I’m serious”

“Y/N, please. Just- let’s just sit down and talk-”

She finally went past him, right into the bedroom as she looked for something to cover her bare legs. Harry didn’t make any sound as he possibly waited for her to come out and have a ‘proper’ chat but it wasn’t going to be that easy. She didn’t even want to hear his voice. After she was successfully dressed in a pair of old joggers, she grabbed Harry’s checkered jacket from the rack, opened the door and passed Harry as he followed her like a puppy down the stairs.

His silence spoke volumes; he knew he was guilty so he opt for silently following his girlfriend around as she collected her phone and her bag.

“Where are you going? You know we never leave this house without talking it out!” He finally spoke, his voice cracking a tad.

She scoffed and put her trainers on. As she took the car keys to Harry’s Mercedes, he caught her arm again.

“Leave it, Harry”

“No, look at me,”

“Fucking leave it! Go and have a look at your other documents in case you find another statement that shows how much you paid for her car. Don’t call me”

***

this is SO long for a blurb so i might make a part 2! didn’t proofread but will do later tonight.

send me more blurbs i will write shorter ones i promise lol x

[thedigitalpen]

My 10 favourite... beefcake animes!

Okay yes, I realise that this is a rather weird title. I had originally thought to call it something along the lines of my favourite martial arts or fighting animes, but because the animes don’t always fall into that category, I decided to call a spade, a spade (or a beefcake, a beefcake) and admit that, most times sometimes, I just enjoy animes with muscular guys in them. That’s not to forget the ladies though because some of these shows also feature some rather muscular ladies in the mix too. So there’s something for everyone!

So, in no particular order (because the genres are sometimes different so making comparisons wouldn’t be fair):

1. Street Fighter series.

Hardly a surprise considering that this is a series that has a legacy firmly placed in the gaming world. Although you don’t really need to know who’s who in order to watch these shows, it doesn’t hurt to know a little about the characters before you jump in - mainly because the creators assume that those who watch it are fans of the show. Expect a fair amount of fighting (the name gives that one away), lots of bromance (Ryu and Ken 4eva!) and the eternal fight of good vs. evil (which is usually the plot of every show/movie)! Even if you aren’t familiar with Ryu & co., the show won’t lead you astray so you can watch without worry. Oh and let me just say - Chun Li is ma gurl! If you want to see a woman that’s not only beautiful but can also kick your ass, then watch these shows - especially Street Fight II the movie! 

2. Hajime no Ippo.

One of my most favourite sports animes of all time which tells the tale of Makunouchi Ippo and his rise up the ranks of the boxing world. He starts off as a kid that just wants to get stronger so that he can fend off the bullies who harass him. Sick of his weak self (and after a couple of incidents here and there), Ippo joins a boxing gym, starting from scratch and going through basic training. His coach sees his potential and helps shape Ippo into a power boxer who fights head on and never backs down from the fight. Throughout the series, we get to know the other boxers in the gym as well as the competitors that they face, and we watch them battle it out in the ring. It’s a story with a great balance of sports, a sprinkling of slice of life (well, the life of a boxer) and comedy. And, of course, boxing boys come with boxing bodies... and I’m not complaining! And if you enjoy this and want more, try either “Ashita no Joe” (old school classic) or it’s more recent spin-off, “Megalo Box”. Oh and in terms of strong women - no one beats Ippo’s mom! She’s a powerhouse!

3. Baki the Grappler.

More of an MMA vibe with this one - it’s about a kid (he’s like 13 when we first meet him) who has been raised to be a fighter since he was born - his mother gets him the best trainers and equipment money can buy. He eventually feels like he’s outgrown the traditional training method and starts to find other ways to become a better fighter, which includes following his fathers footsteps - training the same way he did and with the people he did - and taking on some of the other fighters he meets along the way. After an altercation with his father (using that term rather lightly), Baki’s path eventually leads to the underground fight scene where challengers can test their strength and face off against each other in an anything-goes type of fight, using whatever techniques, power and skills they have at their disposal. And Baki’s ultimate goal? To defeat his father! It’s got some family drama as the foundation, but when it comes to beefcakes, there’s no shortage here - even if it is a 17-year old kid looking like a grown-ass man. Oh, best to be aware that (excluding the OVAs) there 3 seasons of Baki - the anime series from 2001 and the 2018 Netflix version which covers the "Most Evil Death Row Convicts" arc. 

4. Kengan Ashura.

When I first started watching this, the first thing I thought was - ahhh! this reminds me of Baki! And, indeed, there are quite a few elements that are similar. There isn’t any family drama here but there is an underground fight scene where anything goes in terms of fight style. However, the premise here is that the fighters don’t fight for themselves (well, not officially anyway) but that they fight for various companies who settle their business disputes via these types of organised “kengan” matches. It eventually reaches a situation where some of the other businessmen wish to get rid of the current Kengan chairman, and so this chairman organises a huge battle royale for any companies that wish to enter. The prize? The owner of the winning company gets to be the next chairman! This sets the stage for a number of one-on-one showdowns between the various fighter representatives. In terms of background stories, we have two main protagonists and their stories. The one is about a salaryman (turned “CEO”) and his life, as well his relationship with his son, and the other is about a fighter and the vendetta he holds against another fighter for a past incident. Personally, I love the way the fights are presented in this show - not only because of the eye-candy - but because it really does feel like you’re at a grand show! Oh, and unlike Baki, at least most of the fighers are adults.

5. Golden Kamuy.

Bring on the boys! Honestly one of the most entertaining shows I’ve watched in a while (and one where I demand that there be another season at least!) and also culturally/historically interesting too. It’s set around the time of the Russo-Japanese war and follows the story of Immortal Sugimoto - a soldier who left active service and finds out that there may be Ainu gold hidden somewhere in Hokkaido. The only problem is that the map has been tattooed in pieces, onto the torsos of various prisoners, most of whom have dispersed to different areas. Nevertheless, thus begins the hunt for the map! Along the way, Sugimoto meets various people along the way - making allies with some and enemies with others - all of whom are associated with each other in interconnecting ways. And all of whom are working toward one goal - get the gold! It’s a brilliant show that’s got some fighting, some mystery, some espionage vibes, some comedy (some of which is could be considered dark and/or weird) and some feels. It balances it all out and makes for an interesting and entertaining watch. Oh, and let’s not forget - a very enjoyable watch too! Mm mm mmm...

6. All Out!!

Another sport anime here, but this time it’s rugby! As someone from a country where rugby is a staple, national sport, this was totally up my ally! The premise is similar to most other school-based sports animes - a kid who’s self-conscious about his height joins the rugby team and learns to get along with the other boys as he trains and works together with them as part of the team. This is not only so that he can help the team improve, but to also prove his own worth. The team goes through training camps and they play against other schools, getting to know some of the opposing teams’ members and establishing some rivalries along the way. It’s pretty typical fare, but damn are these boys stacked! It’s pretty accurate though since rugby is a contact sport which requires some power (and apparently some short, tight shorts) to get the job done. It’s a light watch, but that eye candy is truly sweet!

7. Tiger Mask W.

From rugby to wrestling! This actually a continuation of sorts to the original Tiger Mask and Tiger Mask II series, building on the legacy and keeping related in the same sphere, but not directly incorporating the older characters. Unfortunately, the original series is hella hard to get hold of but even without it, you can watch Tiger Mask W without much of an issue. So the story is about a guy who had decided to join a wrestling gym and was pretty happy there until the gym was destroyed by another rival gym. Vowing to take that other gym down, he strikes out on his own and eventually joins one of the national wrestling associations, working in their match roster. But it’s all so that he can reach his goal of taking down that other gym by defeating the players supported by them. Enter into the ring various wrestling friends and both friendly and unfriendly rivals (including an old friend - bromance anyone?) and you get plenty of matches, plenty of muscles and some satisfying action! They also don’t forget the female wrestlers, which is a nice touch! Another one that’s light enough to enjoy at face value - much like how you’d enjoy real wrestling too.

8. Gifuu Doudou!! Kanetsugu to Keiji. 

A historical vibe with this one - it’s actually based on the spin-off of the original manga, “Keiji” which was created by Tetsuo Hara. And if that name doesn’t ring a bell, check number 10 on this list and you’ll know who I’m talking about - that’s right, it’s the guy who worked on Hokuto no Ken - and that should immediately give you an idea as to why this show is on the list. It’s a period piece about the friendship between Maeda Keiji and Naoe Kanetsugu - both of whom found their accomplishments on the battlefield. It’s told in hindsight, where they sit together, have a drink or three and reminisce about their younger days and what it took to get to where they are now. I wasn’t quite sure what to expect, but it was pretty entertaining - especially when you see just how clever these guys were when it came to political maneuvering as well as in a fight. Of course, they’re pretty high in the beefcake stakes so if you like your men manly, then you’ve come to the right era. 

9. Dragon Ball series.

I’m pretty sure that I don’t have to talk about this anime, but in the interest of completeness, let me give you the wiki breakdown about what this anime is about: “The series follows the adventures of the protagonist, Son Goku, from his childhood through adulthood as he trains in martial arts. He spents his life far from civilization, until he is found by Bloomer, a teen girl who encourages him to explore the world in search of the seven orbs known as the Dragon Balls, which summon a wish-granting dragon when gathered. Along his journey, Goku makes several friends and battles a wide variety of villains, many of whom also seek the Dragon Balls.” (source). Of course, this is continued throughout the various series that follow, where Goku has his own family etc. But when it comes to the muscle factor in this show, it’s got it where it counts - everywhere! It’s a classic for a reason so even if you aren’t into beefcake guys, you should still probably watch it if you haven’t already.

10. Hokuto no Ken.

It just wouldn’t feel right if I had to leave this off the list because when someone says “manly anime”, I’m betting that 99.9% of the time most people think about Hokuto no Ken / Fist of the North Star. It’s the post-apocalyptic era and times are tough, with everyone fighting to survive with what little there is on the planet. Some guys want to be rulers, some guys want to be thugs, but one guy just wants to find his fiancee and do what he can to right the wrongs of the world and make a difference to the people he meets. That one man is, of course, Kenshiro. It’s full-tilt action, usually incorporating martial arts through the various fighting styles of the characters - whether it’s Hokuto Shinken, Nanto Seiken or sometimes just brute force and good old hand-to-hand combat. There’s a few female characters here and there who also kick ass so it isn’t completely one-sided, but they usually end up getting saved by the dudes so take that with a pinch of salt. Post-apocalyptic world or not, these guys sure can maintain their physiques. And when it comes time for a fight, you best believe they pull no punches! If you like pure fighting animes where you get to see people explode each episode, followed by the most epic line ever said in anime, then this is the one! 

Honourable mentions.

...because, can we really do without more muscular men and women in our lives?

1. Terra Formars - if you’re looking specifically for that muscular vibe, then try season 1. While I enjoyed both, season 1 had better animation (for me) and they all looked badass when defeating those nasty roaches - both the men and the ladies! 2. Hinomaru Sumo - a sports anime that revolves around a newly formed high school sumo club and the career path of the main protagonist. Informative if you don’t know much about sumo and, as expected, loads of meaty guys aiming for victory and aiming for the position of yokozuna. 3. Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure - another show that hardly requires an introduction and would probably take way too long to explain considering how many Jojo’s there are, but rest assured, the guys are packed, stacked and ready to attack! 4. One Punch Man - if only because there a few characters who fit the beefcake category perfectly, e.g. Suiryu (hello there!), Garou and Tanktop Master to name a few. An anime that’s some parts serious, some part hilarious but always flipping shounen tropes on its head. 5. Sengoku Basara - also, not completely beefed out, but there are a few characters who would make the grade, e.g. Maeda Keiji (dejavu from number 8?) and Oda Nobunaga. Another period anime, based on a Capcom game, that uses a lot of poetic licence to make it an exciting watch with very memorable characters. 6. Free! - “Make us free na Splash! Kasaneta... 👏 👏 !” Swimmers bodies - that is all. If you’ve ever seen a swimmer’s bodies in real life, you’ll know what I mean ‘cos they have muscles in all the right places. A slice-of-life sports anime that revolves around high school boys (who eventually become college boys) who engage in competitive swimming. 7. Air Master - The ladies take over in this one, which is a show that revolves around street fighting and the goal of those various street fighters and martial artists to become number 1 on the Fukamichi Rankings. It’s more of that underground fight scene vibe but the main protagonist is a gymnast-turned-street fighter who takes on anyone who’ll challenge her (man or woman) and usually kick their ass. It’s got a quirky/weird sense of humour to it, but that’s part of why I liked it.

Well, I’m pretty sure that there are other shows that I’ve missed, and mountains of characters who have that A-grade beef, but I tried to choose shows that specifically have that muscular aesthetic as a default setting in the show. Hopefully I hit the mark here, sharing my faves with you, but if there’s some show or character that I absolutely must see, feel free to let me know! Because just like Tanigaki’s shirt, I’m always open to suggestions.

[secretpeachtea]

Onigiri Miya Tidbits Ch 1

Title: the predicament

Genre: gen fic, reader insert

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: Onigiri Miya is now hiring and you just happen to be the right person for the job. The business has been gaining popularity since its grand opening, and many customers travel from different cities just to have a bite of Miya Osamu’s delicious recipes. You did expect some craziness from working in food services, but what you didn’t expect was to be bombarded with frequent tomfoolery from a bunch of attractive volleyball players during your shifts.

disclaimer: manga spoilers

Next

“...and that’s about it for training. I might even teach you how to make some of the recipes one day, but for now, you’ll be in charge of register. I’ll be right over there if you got any questions.”

Today was your first day working at Onigiri Miya. After spending countless hours looking for a way to earn some money, you finally scored a part time job in this quaint onigiri establishment. You originally wanted to avoid working at a food joint due to their notorious obnoxious customers, but you didn’t really have much of a choice if you wanted to be able to pay for next month’s rent. As a student, you’re pretty limited on time as well, so it was nice that the work hours matched up with your schedule. Despite your initial hesitance, you lucked out in having such a kind boss.

“Glad to have you here, (Surname)-san.” Miya Osamu gave you a soft smile that almost made you swoon right then and there. Luckily, he was too busy wiping down his work area to catch you staring. 

Yup, you definitely lucked out in having such a handsome boss as well.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard the bell above the entrance ring, signaling the arrival of a customer. Putting on your best smile, you straighten your posture and fix up your black work hat.

“Welcome to Onigiri Miya!”

“Hey, hey, hey! Akaashi! This place is pretty nice!”

Two men walked into the shop casually and looked around with interest. The one who had spoken adorned a black and grey hoodie that matched the color of his hair, while the bespectacled figure wore a white button down to match his professional aura. Quite the duo as your first customers.

“Bokuto-san, try to keep your voice down indoors. We wouldn’t want to disturb other customers.”

Although the two were unfamiliar to you, Osamu seemed to recognize them almost immediately. “Oh, hey guys. What brings you here today?”

Akaashi adjusted his glasses and responded first. “I heard Onigiri Miya was deemed as the best onigiri restaurant of the year in Japan, so I wanted to come see for myself.”

“Tsum-Tsum said that you make the best Onigiri in the world, so I really wanted to try it out too!” Bokuto sported a wide smile while gesturing his arms for emphasis like a young child.

You just watched the three make some small talk, slightly surprised by how your boss was so familiar with the new customers. You haven’t become fully acquainted yet, so it was interesting to see the type of people he befriended. 

It wasn’t until you briefly heard Osamu say your name, did you snap out of your little trance. “(Surname)-san can help you with your orders today.”

Placing a smile on your face, you set your eyes on Bokuto and Akaashi. “What can I get for you today?”

“I’ll have a Miso Onigiri,” Akaashi ordered after briefly eyeing the menu. His friend, however, seemed to have some trouble choosing.

“Um...hmm...mmm.” Bokuto stared at the menu for a few minutes with furrowed brows. One of his hands traced each menu option rapidly while the other hand rubbed his own head in contemplation. “There’s so many flavors! How do I choose?!”

You blinked a couple times at his exaggerated reaction, but quickly made the effort to help him by using what you remember from training. “Well, I can recommend you something. Are you in the mood for meat?”

The owlish male stared at you with sparkling eyes. “I’m always in the mood for meat!”

“If you order the Nikumaki Onigiri* special today you can receive two gyoza* on the side for no extra charge.” You pointed to the small chalkboard sign that stood next to the counter with the mentioned special that was written out by Osamu before the shop opened for the day. 

“Then, I’ll order Nikumaki Onigiri because meat is the best!” Bokuto declared wholeheartedly.

Relieved that he was finally able to make a decision, you didn’t really think about the consequence of your next question. “Pork or Beef?”

“Uh...hmmm…..umm…” 

You sweatdropped at Bokuto as he once again frowned at his predicament. Osamu just quietly snickered behind you, fully aware of Bokuto’s indecisive tendencies when it came to food. Thankfully, Akaashi was getting a bit impatient himself. “Beef. He’ll take beef. And, I’ll just pay for both.”

“Alrighty! Your total will be 300 yen.” You grab the money from Akaashi and pass him the receipt. “Miya-san will take care of your order soon.”

“Thanks, (Surname)-chan!” Bokuto yelled out.

The two didn’t go far and decided to just sit at the counter space right next to the register as they waited for their food. 

Only the four of you occupied the shop at the moment and so far there haven’t been any phone orders since the day was still young. You consider yourself pretty lucky since you aren’t overwhelmed with customers on your first day. You didn’t really have much to do aside from standing in front of the register and daydreaming, so your ears automatically pick up on the conversation next to you.

“How have you been, Bokuto-san? I heard your team has been doing well this season,” Akaashi began.

Bokuto gave off the brightest smile he could manage at the mention of his favorite sport. “Yeah! We’ve been practicing every day and playing some practice games with other teams. We’re actually starting tryouts next month to scout some new players on the team!”

“Oh? I thought your team had a pretty solid roster this year?”

“My teammates are definitely strong, but after we lost to the Adlers in the last tournament, Coach thought it would be interesting to add some new faces to catch everyone off guard.”

Akaashi nodded his head in understanding. “I do think the element of surprise is very effective in volleyball.”

“It’s gonna be like a fun, surprise birthday party! We’re gonna be up against a strong team but then...BOOM! SURPRISE! They’ll never know what hit them!”

“I suppose so.”

“But, I guess it wouldn’t be as exciting since it’s no one’s birthday…” Although Bokuto no longer transitioned into his depressed phase like he did in high school, he still had moments where he’d randomly fall into a melancholic mood. “And, there wouldn’t be a big party either…”

Akaashi, already sensing the first signs of Bokuto’s altered mood, quickly thought up a solution. He held a certain glint in his eyes as he focused on his former teammate. “Anything can be exciting for everyone if volleyball is involved, Bokuto-san.”

Bokuto’s head perked up at the mention of volleyball once again, and you could’ve sworn that his hair spiked up along with his brightened expression. “You’re right, Akaashi! Man, volleyball is really great!”

At this time, Osamu finally finished putting together the two onigiris and set the plates down on the counter, putting an end to the silly conversation. There were wisps of steam coming off of the freshly cooked meat with a heavenly scent that would make anyone’s mouth water. You can definitely make out a thin line of drool threatening to fall down on Bokuto’s chin at the sight in front of him.

“A Miso Onigiri for Akaashi-san, and a Nikumaki Onigiri with a side of gyoza for Bo-san!”

The two guys thanked Osamu for the meal and each took a bite of the savory food. Their satisfied expressions were all it took for Osamu to laugh with a triumphant smile. Even you were affected by the positive reaction.

Before taking another bite, Akaashi looked as if he remembered something and turned to Bokuto. “I almost forgot. You said you wanted to ask me about something you were having trouble with?”

“Oh, yeah! I don’t really know how taxes work!” Bokuto nonchalantly replied with a chunk of meat hanging from his lips. 

“Bokuto-san,” Akaashi paused, “have you not been paying your taxes?”

The volleyball player took another large bite out of his onigiri and stared at his friend while chewing. “Was I supposed to?”

“…”

There was a brief moment of silence, the only noise coming from the appliances in the shop. Not knowing what to do, you just stood still and tried your best not to make your shock obvious. You never thought you’d become a witness to a tax evasion confession, but there seems to be a first for everything. There was a small part of you that also wanted to laugh, but you didn’t think it would be appropriate with the fact that you didn’t know the two men sitting in front of you very well. Although, you think you might’ve heard a soft snicker come from your boss, but maybe it was your imagination.

“Has anyone contacted you recently about finances? Perhaps a bank or, um, the police?”

“Hmm...Not that I know of!” Bokuto scratches his head in thought. “But then again, I might’ve missed some calls during practices. I don’t answer unknown numbers either ever since Omi-kun told me about the scary people that try to take my money!”

With his half-eaten onigiri resting between his fingers, Akaashi’s distressed eyes make contact with yours. You two just stared at one another for a couple seconds, while Bokuto casually finished the last of his onigiri, moving onto the gyoza eagerly.

“Please don’t tell anyone about this, (Surname)-san.” You’d be lying if you said you felt nothing when Akaashi asked with such a pleading tone while trying to maintain his stoic face.

Lips are sealed. Ears are plugged. Mind is clear.

“I didn’t hear a thing, Akaashi-san.”

“Thank you.”

Not wanting to waste any food, Akaashi took the time to consume the last of his meal, albeit with a bit of a stressed aura, before getting up from his seat. Bokuto had finished all of his food as well and just followed suit.

“We should get going, Bokuto-san. It’s going to take a bit of time to help you with your um...predicament.”

Bokuto, still unaware of his situation at hand, turns to smile at you and Osamu. “Thanks for the great food! It was definitely as good as Tsum-Tsum said it would be! Next time I visit, I’ll bring the team!”

Akaashi bowed while Bokuto energetically waved before the two took a step outside and slid the door closed. You could still hear the boisterous volleyball player mentioning how excited he is to spend time with his close friend to do taxes for the day.

You and Osamu share a look before bursting out in laughter together. If this is how your shifts are gonna be all the time, maybe working at a restaurant isn’t so bad after all.

“So, what’d you think of your first day?”

It was now late into the evening and you and Osamu were getting ready to head home soon. Osamu was wiping down his work area, while you were sweeping the floors. Your first day went well, and you surprisingly only made a few mistakes when taking calls. Out of all your first days from previous part time jobs, this one went the smoothest.

“I think it went well! I’ve never worked in an onigiri restaurant, but all your customers seemed pretty respectful,” you responded as you set aside the broom. 

Just as you were about to head to the back room to put away your apron, your stomach let out a distinct grumble. Heat rose onto your cheeks because you’re sure that the handsome man near you most definitely heard it.

Osamu let out an amused laugh. “You hungry?”

“Maybe a little?” You put on a sheepish smile, silently cursing your body for betraying you like that.

“How about you get your things and I’ll whip you up something to take home?” Your boss smirked.

“I thought we used up all the ingredients for today? I wouldn’t want you to go out of your way for me.” You ask even though you secretly are dying to actually try one of his godly onigiris.

Osamu just shrugs his shoulders. “I set aside some things for my brother, but I’m sure he can go a day with takeout.”

You get the feeling that he won’t let you leave until you take his offer, so you just agree and head to the back room to gather your things and stop by the bathroom. You eventually make your way back to the counter area and see that Osamu already has a small bag filled with an onigiri and a sweet tea drink. He sports a lax grin as you walk towards him and hands you the bag gently.

“One Minced Tuna and Spring Onion Onigiri.”

Your face stretched into a wide smile, already looking forward to having a taste of Osamu’s recipe. “That sounds delicious!”

“It’s my brother’s favorite. Hope you’re not allergic to fish.”

You shake your head fervently. “No way. I’d be so upset if I couldn’t eat something that smelled as good as this! Your brother has good taste.”

“I guess. He’s still got some loose screws though. Definitely knows how to irritate me to no end.” The man in front of you slouches and lets out a tired sigh.

“Well, I suppose I’ll have to meet him someday to find out.” Now, you were getting a little curious about Osamu’s brother. “I’d like to meet the guy that knows how to make my composed boss look like he’s ready to murder.”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Nikumaki Onigiri = basically rice wrapped around meat

Gyoza = dumplings, potstickers, whatever you wanna call them

A/N: super excited to share this series with y’all! I’ve never shared my writing on tumblr so we’ll see how this goes oof. I was originally going to post this later in the week, but it’s the twins’ birthday today, so I had to do it!

[skylarmoon71]

Leonardo x Reader- Oneshot (Fanfiction)

You were the type of person that could jam out to any kind of song, as long as it had a catchy beat. Music was always your number one love, so whenever you had a chance, you would be banging out to whatever genre you felt like. Mikey was somewhat the same. He'd introduced you to so many amazing songs, and you returned the favor. That's why the boys were never surprised when they saw you with a pair of airpods, bobbing your head as you hit the punching bag.

"You're supposed to be focused (Y/N)." you saw his lips moving when he came into view, but you couldn't make out the words. You blushed when you felt Leo's eyes on you. You always tried to avoid singing or dancing around Leo. The rest of his brothers, you didn't mind, but when his sapphire orbs landed on you, your nerves would go crazy. "I-I know Raph I just got bored so I thought why not." you weren't a big fighter, but you did pay attention when they practiced, so you picked up a few things. You honestly thought the lair would be free for the next hour since they were on patrol. Your eyes drifted to the watch and you gasped softly. "Oh crap I didn't realize it was this late. " you grabbed your bag, pulling out your phone to check for notifications. Because you were enjoying your session so much, you completely lost track of time. "I gotta get going, I'll see you later guys." Mikey grinned, waving happily and the rest of them smiled as you paced out of the room.

"Have you guys ever heard her sing?" Leo was curious, because he thought for sure he'd at least hear you once, since you almost always had headphones on.

"Of course dude she's really good!" Mikey replied, dropping on the couch. He kicked his feet up, stretching, and Leo's forehead creased.

"Really?"

Raph shot Leo a look. "With the way you're always staring at her I'm surprised you missed it. "

"I-I don't stare at her!" Leo defended. Donnie cleared his throat, "You uhh, kind of do."

"You look like a puppy chasing a bone. " Mikey interjected.

Leo didn't reply, just headed for his room.

~~~

Baby, Jerry-Jerry, mmm (Ah; hol' up, ah)

El tiempo contigo me pasa corriendo, oh

Hacemos el amor todo el fin de de semana

Y siempre me quedo con gana'

Supongamo' que no hay nadie más que toque tu piel (Uh)

Que no existe él

Leo's eyes opened, distracted by the melody that filtered through the hall. He followed the noise, a little bit confused. No one was ever in the dojo this early, except for maybe him. He was positive his brothers were all asleep. It was seven in the morning.

Imagínate en mi cuarto comiéndote a beso' (Yeah)

Como en los viejo' tiempo', qué rico sería eso (Uh; uh-no)

Imagínate en mi cuarto comiéndote a beso' (Ah; ah)

Como en los viejo' tiempo', qué rico sería eso, baby (Na-na-na), eh

As he got closer, he could make out a female voice, and the song definitely wasn't english. He turned the corner, and the sight of you bent over made his breath catch. He averted his eyes nervously. Not expecting it. You must have dropped something, because when you straightened, you went back to humming, gripping the broom handle and continuing your task. Leo had no idea why, but he was sort of hiding behind the door.

No' peleamo' y arreglamo' (Arreglamo')

En eso siempre estamo' (Estamo')

Desde que no' conocemo' (Uh-uh-uh-uh)

Pero siempre lo hacemo' bueno

Si tú quiere', no' grabamo' (-bamo')

Y despué' lo posteamo' (No, no)

Pa' que todo el mundo vea (Vea)

Lo cabrón que la pasamo'

His eyes widened. He almost couldn't believe it. He heard the man in the background, but the distinct sound of your voice is what grabbed his attention. It was so soothing. And the words were slipping off your tongue easily. He had no idea you could even speak another language. He was in a daze, he moved from his spot unconsciously, watching you guide over the floor in glee, enjoying the lyrics almost as much as he loved hearing them.

-OH CRAP!"

Leo jolted at your yell. You dropped the broom in surprise. That's when he realized his sudden entrance probably startled you. "Sorry, I should have said something. " You looked down at your shoes, embarrassed. "I can't believe he heard me."

"Ugh! I'm sorry Leo, I just wanted to clean the dojo for you guys before you woke up, and I got a little bored so I turned on some music. I must have sounded like a cat getting murdered, I'm really sorry if I disturbed you. " he shook his head frantically, stepping closer to you. "Are you kidding me, your voice is amazing. "

Did he really think so? You nibbled on your lower lip. Leo was a nice guy, of course he would say that.

"You don't have to say that..just to make me feel better." He placed his hand on your shoulders, capturing your full attention.

"I'm not. Honestly (Y/N), you have an incredible voice." The song switched, and when you recognized what was now playing, your eyes looked away nervously.

I don't know, it's just something about ya

Got me feeling like I can't be without ya

Anytime someone mention your name

I be feeling as if I'm around ya

Ain't no words to describe you baby

All I know is that you take me high

Can you tell that you drive me crazy?

'Cause I can't get you out my mind

You forgot that your music was on shuffle. You knew Leo registered the words playing, and for some reason, it conveyed how you felt about him perfectly. His hands were still resting on your shoulders. He looked like he didn't want to move away, and you didn't want him to. Music has always been your way of conveying what you felt. So maybe this time, it was exactly what you needed. When the other verse started, you sang along, not breaking eye contact this time.

Thinkin' of ya when I'm goin' to bed

When I wake up think of ya again

You are my homie, lover and friend

Exactly why

You light me up inside

Like the 4th of July

Whenever your around

I always seem to smile

And people ask me how

Well your the reason why

I'm dancing in the mirror and singing in the shower

Leo could only watch in amazement at your confession. His heart was hammering beneath his plastron. He could barely believe what he was hearing. You were glowing as the words flowed from you effortlessly.

Don't care what others say

If I got you I'm stray

You bring my heart to life yeah

You light me up inside

Like the fourth of July

Whenever your around

I always seem to smile

And people ask me how

Well your the reason why

I'm dancing in the mirror and singing in the shower

You smiled with every punctuated word. Leo was staring at you with so much unfiltered adoration. You were mostly shocked you hadn't gone into cardiac arrest yet. You were constantly careful around Leo, but now it felt like you didn't have to be.

"You got me singing in the shower.." you whispered. Leo smiled, his hand resting gently on your cheek. When he took that last step forward, you melted, folding into his arms when he pulled you forward, kissing you. Goosebumps rose on your skin, and stood unto your toes, desperate to match his height and delve into the heavenly feel of his touch. Leo was slow with his kisses, and gentle. It did wonders to you. Your stomach was in literal knots.

"Leo.."

If you thought this was how he'd react to your singing, you would have done it ages ago. Thank the heavens for your vocals.

When he pulled back, he was smiling like a kid. "So, are you going to tell me what the lyrics mean?" he asked. You blinked, still in a daze from the kiss.

"What?"

He laughed. "The lyrics to the song earlier, you really getting into it. I'm curious." you flushed.

"Oh..." Explaining this was embarrassing since it was pretty sexual.

"I-I uhh, It's..."

Leo titled his head. "It can't be that bad." he encouraged. If only he knew. "I-It's about making love..." it was said so quietly, and when he registered what you said, his eyes grew wide. "O-Oh!" The both of you were still standing pretty close, and you swore your skin heated up. You remembered when the video popped up in your recommendations a few weeks ago. When you watched it, you couldn't help but imagine yourself in that situation with Leo. His hands touching you sensually.

"Have you ever thought of me that way.." He shouldn't have asked, but he couldn't help it. The moment you said it he could see your expression change. Something was definitely there. You clench your fists at the question, taken aback by his bold question. Was it okay to tell him you'd wanted him for longer than he even realized. "I have." you admit. You were really confessing a lot today. "Have you?" it was his turn to confess. His eyes drifted. "N-No, mainly because I never thought there was a chance that you could..that we would be.." he was tripping over his words, but you understood. He might have held feelings for you, but he never crossed the line out of respect. "I guess now it's okay then, if you want to say anything, do anything.." you whisper. Leo got exactly what you were insinuating.

"There's a lot I want to do to you (Y/N)."

"Please do!" your mind responded immediately, you refrained from saying it aloud. You'd just recently figured out your feelings.

"But I think for now it's best we take it slow. We have plenty of time to explore that. " He leaned closer to your ear, pressing a soft kiss just beneath your jaw.

"To explore each other.."

"Bloody hell." How did he expect you to take it slow when he was saying stuff like that.

"O-Okay." Leo grinned, satisfied with your red cheeks. He liked the way you responded to him. It gave him a weird sense of power. He supposed it was the same power you had over him.

"I think I'm in love with you (Y/N)." He had time to tell you that too, there was no rush. When the time was right, he would.