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navybrat817 · 1 year ago

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Ladies and Gentlemen

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Bucky Barnes x Baker!Female Reader Summary: Bucky reflects on you and your date the morning after. Word Count: Over 1.9k Warnings: Tension, flirting, brief moments of insecurity, implied sexy times, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). Graphics talent and thanks: Banner by @sgt-seabass. Divider by @firefly-graphics. Bucky edit by Nix. Moodboard by yours truly. Previous Part of AU: Technically Innocent and Sinful, but posted part is Sundresses and Leather A/N: A bit more Hottie and Sugar from our Sin on Skin AU and you voted to go to his place! ❤️ I realize that I've skipped over Innocent and Sinful for now, but I really wanted to showcase Bucky and his feelings regarding the date and you. Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby (thank you for spitballing), but any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky hummed to himself as he made breakfast, doing his best to move quietly around the kitchen. He normally only hummed along to the radio in his car, which you discovered during your date the night before, but he couldn’t help himself today. He was happy. He had a spring in his step he hadn’t realized was missing.

Turns out, the thing he was missing was you.

“So. My place or yours?”

Tiptoeing back to his bedroom, Bucky saw you asleep peacefully in his bed. It was a sight he could get used to. Your gentle breathing and serene expression brought a small smile to his face as he leaned against the doorframe. When he woke up earlier with you in his arms he feared for a moment that he was dreaming again, like he had in his shop. But when he placed a kiss on your forehead and received a sleepy moan in response, he knew it was real.

So was the night before.

Bucky held back a groan as some of the images of the two of you together replayed in his mind, his eyes closing and only serving to enhance what he was already thinking about. He wanted to be a gentleman to you. He tried. After your last prick of a boyfriend, you sure as hell deserved that. Which was one of the reasons he was making you breakfast, as tempted as he was to climb back in bed and wake you.

Told you I’d take care of you, Sugar.

You opened up to and for him so beautifully. You were nothing short of an angel. His angel. His Sugar. It was crazy to think like that after one date, but there was something there and that was before he took you out. And you already planned what the next two dates would be, which he was looking forward to.

Even if our first date didn’t go as planned.

It turned out for the best. Even better than he could’ve imagined. He refrained from leaving a negative review online at that restaurant for mixing up his reservation, which was a blessing in disguise. The place was far from his style, but he saw it as a chance to impress you when his other plans fell through. He should’ve known better and gone with his instinct to take you to a place like Antonia’s from the start.

The smile slipped from his face as he remembered you talking about your mom, his fists lightly clenching. If he ever had the chance to meet her, he’d have a hard time staying silent about how she treated you. As if you sensed the sudden tension rise within him, you shifted closer to his side of the bed and rubbed the spot with your hand. The sight soothed him. For you to tell him something so vulnerable, to trust him, gave him a glimpse of how strong you truly were. Because it took strength to open up and stay kind when others tried to knock you down.

I’ll catch you.

Silently dashing back to the kitchen so he didn’t burn anything on the stove, he pushed the thought of your mom out of his mind as he finished up. He wasn’t going to focus on the negatives today. Not when he had you at his place. Maybe he could convince you to stick around for a bit after breakfast if you didn’t have plans.

Before he had a chance to wake you, someone knocked three times on the front door.

Steve.

He wondered if the noise woke you as he glanced down the hall, but he didn’t hear any movement as he headed toward the door and yanked it open before Steve could knock again. Sure enough, his best friend had his fist closed and ready. “Not dressed?” he asked as he lowered his arm.

With a shrug, Bucky glanced down at himself. “I’m wearing sweatpants,” he said, which he only put on to cook for you. “What are you doing here? It’s my day off.”

“Is that how you greet your best friend, jerk? After I came all the way over here?” He asked, looking back and forth as he pushed his way inside. “You weren’t answering your phone and you usually don’t sleep this late.”

“Come on in, punk. And don’t act like you drove across town to see me. We live in the same building,” Bucky said sarcastically as he shut the door. “So because I didn’t answer my phone on my day off, you decided to come over? Really? You’re spying, which you’re terrible at because you’re a terrible liar.”

The blonde pushed his hair back as his gaze swept the apartment. “I’m not spying, but come on. You have to tell me something. Jake and Hal won’t shut up in the group chat. Even Andy asked about your date and you’ve ignored everyone,” he argued, following Bucky to the kitchen.

Bucky couldn’t find it in himself to feel annoyed at Steve showing up or at the rest of the guys for wanting to know how the night went. They looked out for and supported each other. The fact that they all liked you made them root for the two of you more. “I wasn’t trying to ignore you guys,” he said, not saying he didn’t answer anyone since he was preoccupied with you.

“So, how did it go?” Steve asked, a hopeful look in his eyes.

Perfect because it was with Sugar.

“Minus getting rained on and the restaurant screwing up the reservation, just fine,” he said, giving a quick rundown of some of the details. He left out the heart-to-heart conversation in your bakery. Steve was his best friend, but that wasn’t any of his business.

“It didn’t go the way you wanted to, but it was ‘just fine’? Judging by that smile on your face, I take it the date went well,” Steve said.

Very well.

Bucky managed not to smirk as he set out two coffee mugs. “A gentleman never tells. Now do me a favor and get the hell out of my apartment. My breakfast is getting cold.”

“I know you have an appetite, but this much food?” Steve said, nodding to the two plates. “Considering I showed up unannounced and you already had two plates out, I’m guessing you weren’t planning on feeding me.”

“Mmm. Something smells delicious. Oh! Hi, Steve.”

Bucky sucked in a breath when he turned his head and drank in the sight of you. You had a sleepy expression on your face, which was adorable, but it was the fact that you were wearing one of his shirts that made his heart stop in his chest. You toyed with the hem as you smiled, your gaze on him and not on Steve. He wondered if it would be too much to ask you to wear one of his shirts while you worked in the bakery.

I can have a dress made out of one of my shirts, right?

“Good to see you.” Steve smirked before he looked at his friend. “A gentleman never tells, huh?”

Bucky allowed himself to smirk this time. “I didn’t say a word.”

“Oh, he’s very much a gentleman,” you said as you joined Bucky and slid an arm around his waist. His arm instinctively went around your back, his fingers gently touching you through the fabric. “He’s also a sorcerer. Or maybe a magician. I’m not sure which.”

Steve’s brows furrowed as he glanced at Bucky. “You’re a what?”

“Well,” you said slowly, biting your lip before you looked at Bucky. “There’s this magical thing he does with his tongue where-”

The blonde held a hand up to stop you. “And that’s my cue to leave.”

Yeah, because my cue of telling you to leave wasn’t enough, Punk. Now go so I can do that thing with my tongue again.

“Told you a gentleman never tells,” Bucky stated, pulling you closer by the waist. It amazed him how perfectly you two fit together. “I never said anything about my girl speaking.”

Your eyes lit up at the small endearment, making his heart race. “Should I tell him about your massive-”

“Text me later!” Steve said, giving you a small smile before he quickly showed himself out.

Bucky chuckled when the door shut. “Don’t let his modest act fool you. He’s far from innocent,” he joked. Steve respected women though.

“I think he was trying to act like a gentleman for my sake,” you teased. “And if Tess knew where you lived, she probably would’ve shown up, too.”

With a chuckle, he nodded in agreement. “How’d you sleep? I would’ve stayed in bed with you, but I wanted to make you breakfast.”

Are you sore? Do I need to take care of you?

“I slept very well, thank you. And breakfast in bed sounds like the perfect way to start the day,” you said, touching his cheek. He could stay wrapped up in bed with you all day if you'd let him. “Did you sleep okay?”

“Best night of sleep I’ve had since I can remember,” he answered honestly, his eyes soft as a full blown smile spread across your face.

You leaned in to brush your lips against his before you stopped yourself, some of the light fading from your eyes. “Sorry. I haven’t brushed my teeth and my breath probably stinks-”

Bucky closed the gap to kiss your lips. He didn’t care if you brushed your teeth or not. “Taste sweet to me, Sugar,” he whispered, taking possession of your mouth again to leave you breathless. He wanted to taste every part of you and sweep away any insecurities or doubts that tried to take over.

You pulled away to take a breath. “Keep kissing me like that and I won’t eat this breakfast you worked so hard on.”

“Did you purposely say ‘hard on’?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at you. “And I don’t mind feeding you my-”

You covered his mouth with your hand, giggling. “Don’t you dare say what I think you’re going to say.”

He licked his lips when you moved your hand away. “I was going to say I don’t mind feeding you my food,” he told you with a blank expression since he couldn’t feign innocence. “You’re a dirty girl for jumping to conclusions.”

“I’m not a dirty girl. I’m a lady,” you protested, inhaling sharply as he began to back you up against the counter.

“You look good in my shirt. Really good,” he said, his voice gravelly and low as he flexed his fingers on your hips. “Tell me to stop, Sugar. I already wore you out once and you need to eat so you have your strength.”

Because I want to ruin you all over again.

“So I have my strength? You sure I didn’t wear you out, Hottie?” You questioned.

He found himself laughing as you tilted your chin up. Not at you. Never at you. No, it was that happiness creeping back in at how the two of you fell in sync. The banter, the ease. He wished you could see yourself through his eyes and feel what he did.

He’d continue to find ways to show you how special you were.

“How about we agree that we wore each other out? I think that’s what happened.”

You gave him a single nod. “Looking forward to us wearing each other out again.”

Me, too, Sugar. Me, too.

He's a dream, isn't he? Love and thanks for reading! 💙

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xxblairexxss · 2 years ago

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Go to sleep

Pairing : Charles Leclerc x reader

Theme : Angst, fluff (?)

I cried a few times writing this. 😔 not proofread yet!

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Charles, are you off already?"

"Yeah! See you!" Charles sprinted off, passing through the crowd of people with Joris behind, hands full of his stuff.

No one asked any further questions. They knew where he was heading and why he was always in a rush. Every time the weekend at the Monaco Grand Prix came to an end, they would always find him rushing his way back wearing the brightest smile on his face.

He was off to see you.

"Hey, angel!" Charles’s hand held yours as he took a seat by your side of the bed. You looked beautiful. You always did.

Even with those tubes and drains.

"Hey, love. How was it? I’m sorry I missed it again. I was so sleepy."

He held your other hand so you would stop rubbing your eyes. His thumb stroked the back of your hand as he kissed it every now and again.

"It’s okay, angel. I got P3." His grin went wide when you gasped and shrieked with delight.

"Really?! Oh my God, you did it!"

"Yeah! I did it. Have you eaten?" He stroked your cheeks while you shook your head at the question.

"I haven’t. I was waiting for you to feed me." You muttered, making him smile again.

"Guess what I bought." He dipped his hand in his little bag and brought cups of different fruits. They were still cold, as he had asked Joris to keep them refrigerated before he came to see you. "Your favourite!"

"Fruit salad! I knew it!" You exclaimed and sat up with his help. "Can you feed me? I want to start with the—”

"Strawberries? You got it, baby."

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"See you, Charles!"

"Bye guys!" Charles waved to the group of engineers and dashed his way again, followed by Joris. He was off early again. He never stayed too long during the Monaco Grand Prix.

"Angel?"

You were sound asleep when he walked in. He always loved to see you sleep. It made him gratified that it was one of the few moments where you looked so peaceful. Like you weren’t hurting. You still looked beautiful,

even when you had lost so much weight, making the bone on your face look much more prominent.

"Charles?"

He put his phone aside when you woke up. It had been a few hours since he came by, and it was his first time hearing your voice today. It made him smile again. "Yeah? Are you okay, angel?"

"I’m fine. How was it? I fell asleep again. I’m so sorry."

He leaned in and brushed his nose against yours, making you giggle. "It’s okay, baby. I got P2."

"Really?! Oh my god, yay!" You squealed again, making him laugh as he bent down so you could hug him.

"P1 next year?"

"P1 next year, baby." He gave a nod and brushed his lips on your forehead. It felt warm to touch, and he knew your fever was back. "Do you feel like eating?"

"Can you feed me? Do you bring my favourite?"

Charles took out a jar of strawberry pudding, making you chuckle. "I never forgot, baby." He helped you sit up. You felt lighter—way lighter than before. Your hands were hot to touch too.

"It’s so good! Give it a try, love!" You took the pudding and spoon from his hand and scooped some of it. "Say ah!"

He chuckled, mouth wide open, to get a taste of it. "Oh, it’s a little too sweet, isn’t it?"

"I like it sweet!" You commented, taking another spoon into your mouth. "It’s so good!"

"How do you make this? Isn’t it easy to make?" He took out his phone and snapped a few pictures of you with the strawberry pudding in hand. "Adorable." He beamed and pinched your nose, making you laugh.

"I think it’s pretty easy to make. I used to do it back then, every time I craved it. Maybe one day you can bring me the one you make."

“Ask, and you shall get, angel. I’ll learn the recipe right away." He brushed his finger off the corner of your mouth as you took another spoonful of it.

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The Monaco Grand Prix was one week away when he got a call from your parents, which made him travel all the way back to Monaco from Maranello.

"She’s not feeling well. She’s getting worse, Charles."

Charles barged into the room, and you were lying on the bed. You looked so pale, with all your skin and bones, that it made you look so fragile to touch. Your skin was still warm. Too warm. Your eyes were barely open, but you still extended your hand for him to hold when he walked in.

"Hi, baby." He leaned in and gave you lingering kisses on your forehead.

"Charles, I’m so sleepy."

"It’s okay, angel. It’s okay. You can go to sleep now." He didn’t pull away this time. He stayed in your arms, feeling the soft touch of your arms around his back. "It’s okay." He whispered.

"I don’t think I could stay awake any longer."

"You have been so strong, angel. So strong." He replied, feeling his throat closing up.

"I just want to go to sleep." Your words became a mumble against his neck.

"Go to sleep, baby. It’s alright."

"But I’m scared. Charles, I’m so scared. I don’t want to be alone." He felt your hand on his back tremble as you sobbed in his arms.

"It’s alright, baby. I’m right here. I promise. I’m not going anywhere." He whispered, leaning his cheek against the temple of your head.

"I will always be..." You winced and took a sharp breath. He felt your grip on his back tighten with every breath you took. "I will always be so proud of you. I love you, Charles."

He pulled away and rested his forehead against yours. "I love you so, so much, angel. You can rest now. Thank you for being so strong, Y/N."

You giggled when his nose brushed against yours again.

And that was the last giggle he heard from you before your arms fell on your side. Your chest stopped moving, and you looked like you were sound asleep, except this time you wouldn’t have to wake up to the pain anymore.

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"Charles, wanna head home?" Joris peeked his head inside the driver’s room. Charles was done with his interviews and press conferences hours ago, but he stayed in his room.

He no longer had to rush back.

"Yeah, sure." He gave a soft smile and walked out with his small backpack. The one he always used to keep your favourite foods before he paid you a visit.

"Joris?"

"Yeah?" Joris stopped in his tracks and turned to see Charles handing him clear glass pudding jar.

"Do you want to try this strawberry pudding?" He rubbed the back of his neck and let out an awkward chuckle. "I made it myself."

"I love pudding!" Joris commented, dipping the spoon into the jar and feeding himself a spoonful of it. "Oh! It’s sweet! Perfect for me.”

"Yeah, it’s a little too sweet for me, but some people liked it this way." He trailed behind Joris while fiddling with the letter bracelet with your name on it that the fan had given to him earlier.

“Oh, I never get to say this earlier but congratulations on the podium this year, Charles. I bet she’s so proud of you.” Joris waited for his friend to walk by his side and gave his shoulder a squeeze.

“I promised her the podium this year, Joris. It will be selfish of me to ask her to hold on any longer when she was so tired of staying awake.

And I don’t think I’ll ever want her to ever go to sleep, if she could stay here with me for every podium to come.”

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maidflowery · 5 months ago

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Good Morning, Have a Nice Day

Aventurine x Reader

You told your boyfriend, Aventurine, to wake you up early the next morning. But little did you know...

"-up. Wake up, Sunshine."

In your slumber, you faintly heard a voice. The tone was cheerful, almost rivaling the birds chirping outside the window.

"Mm..."

Is it morning already...?

"Oh, the Sleeping Beauty finally wakes up. Hey, don't go back to sleep."

The voice spoke, as laid-back as ever, as if trying to lull you back to sleep.

But... Why didn't I hear any alarm...?

"If you don't wake up by the count of three, I'll kiss you. One... Two..."

"What time is-GAH!!"

When you opened your eyes, Aventurine's dashing face was hovering a few inches away from you. It was apparent that he'd been watching you the whole time.

Close! Too close!

"Your response to your boyfriend's gentle wake up call is to scream to his face...?"

He sulked, but not for long. Soon, he was smiling from ear to ear again. Was the sight of you waking up that fantastical?

"Good morning~ if you sleep again, the counter will pick up from where it left off."

"...More importantly, what time is it right now?"

Seeing how bright the sun was shining outside the window only gave you bad feelings.

Pretty sure you'd asked him to wake you up at 6 AM. You even set an alarm at 5 AM. After all, your class started at 8 AM.

Aventurine looked slightly dejected for a moment, before answering.

"7.30 AM, why?" he asked as if it was someone else's business.

"7.30 AM!? But... Didn't I... Tell you to wake me up at..." You were so shocked that you could only stutter.

"Well, yes, and I promised to wake you up as early as I could." Aventurine innocently shrugged his shoulders.

As early... As he could?

Somehow, you felt there was a huge emphasis right there. The two of you stared at each other, one dumbfounded, one smiling nonchalantly.

Ah!!! Right!!!

He sucks at getting up early!!!

Actually, both of you were.

If this was a movie, then it was probably the moment when the main character shouted, 'I shouldn't have trusted him!'

Thus, you bolted out of the room and began preparing at the highest speed known to man.

"Aventurine!!"

A few minutes later, you dashed straight toward his room again. By that time, you had showered and dressed for college.

But the moment you stepped in, your jaw almost dropped to the floor.

Aventurine stood there with only a white towel draped over his waist. He'd clearly just stepped out of the shower, as his body glowed with a wet sheen.

Glittering droplets of water clung to his chiseled abs, some trickling down even further below. It took you everything not to follow them with your eyes.

Aventurine, who was drying his hair, finally turned at you.

"What's the matter? It's nothing you haven't seen before."

He cocked an eyebrow at you, a playful and tantalizing grin tugging at his lips.

"Aventurine... Why... What are you doing naked!?" you couldn't help but blurt out.

"Says the one who barged in without knocking. Anyway, need anything?"

Saying that, Aventurine approached you, his broad chest filling your field of vision.

Trying to block the view, you shoved your phone to him.

"I'm here to talk about this! Why did you turn off my alarm!? No wonder it didn't ring!"

"Ah, that... But weren't you tired last night? I just thought of letting you sleep a bit longer. How are you feeling now? Did you rest well?"

Aventurine stared at your phone, not trying to deny or affirm it.

Based on his words alone, he sounded like a caring, attentive boyfriend who was just looking out for his girlfriend.

Except you didn't buy it, because of two glaring contradictions.

"Whose fault is it that I barely got any sleep last night!? Also, if that's the case, you must've either disabled it right after I fell asleep, or woke up way earlier!"

"But in the end, I still woke you up, right?" Aventurine gave you an 'all's well that ends well's' smile.

"What do you mean 'in the end'? Were you planning to not wake me up?"

"In the end, I still did, right?"

"..."

He totally planned to!!

Seriously, why is he acting like this!?

In truth, you knew why. You also knew that underneath his nonchalant and flippant attitude, he was sulking.

As you stood there, fuming, Aventurine asked you, putting the towel around his neck.

"Won't you be staying for breakfast?"

"No. Thanks to someone, I have to skip it."

Despite the hint of wistfulness in his tone, you bluntly turned him down, averting your gaze.

"Then, will you be having lunch with your team leader instead? Say hi to him for me."

Hearing that, you raised your head and shot back.

"We've spoken about this! It's just an obligatory meeting to discuss the assignment progress!"

"One that you set a bunch of alarms and even skipped breakfast for. Totally not important indeed."

... It was because you'd ditched one too many of such meetings, missing the next one would totally get you axed. In your defense, that team leader was a prick.

Of course, there was no way you could admit that you often skip group activities to your boyfriend. Or that karma was finally biting you in the ass. That'd be super lame.

We are getting nowhere fast, and I'm running out of time.

"...A-anyway, I'll get going."

You awkwardly turned around, still trying to maintain a tough front.

"Hey, you forget something."

You turned around. "What is—"

His lips sealed yours, and you were unable to finish your words.

"!!"

Aventurine ferociously devoured your lips, leaving no inch untouched, as if imprinting himself. He nibbled on your upper lips, before gnawing on the lower ones. He allowed you a brief moment of respite to reclaim your breath, before resuming his onslaught from a different angle.

The delicate string that was holding your rationality together was about to snap. You were basically holding onto him at this point.

He stroked your tingly lips with the tip of his tongue, gently parting them. Then, his tongue slid in, coiling around your own.

Just as you thought of surrendering completely to this mind-blowing kiss, he stopped.

"...Aren't you going to be late? Whoops."

Aventurine caught you as you toppled forward, burying you in his chest. Immediately, the refreshing, masculine fragrance of his cologne filled your nose.

Embarrassingly, your legs had turned into jelly.

"Oh no. Can you stand? Should we call in sick?"

Within his arms, you could hear him suggest that a tad too happily.

"...No thanks. I'm still going."

You somehow managed to squeeze out those words despite the supple tenderness around you.

"What a shame. Even though your dear boyfriend is home at last."

He spoke in a deflated tone that you could tell was genuine.

Aventurine was a busy man. His business trip would sometimes last for more than a month. Today, he finally had a day off.

All you could do was stare at him as he wiped a trace of saliva from his lips, smiling provocatively at you

"Oh, well. We can always save it for later. If it gets too unbearable, you can always come back to me. Have a nice day."

The kiss that ended as abruptly as it started was his way of giving you something to think about.

As underhanded as always...

You wanted to wipe that smug look off his face!

You grabbed the towel around his neck, pulling him toward you. Briefly, you saw his eyes widen as he was caught off-guard.

"Mmh-!"

Then, you gave Aventurine the taste of his own medicine, but with your own finishing touch.

After the kiss had ended, Aventurine, seemingly taken aback, reached for his lower lip. A red mark had blossomed on his lip, turning it a deeper shade of crimson.

"...I told you, I'll sneak off in the middle, so please wait for me." You said.

Still tracing his lip, Aventurine stared straight at you, his violet-cyan eyes burning from within.

"...Alright. I'll be patient. But I won't wait for too long."

Extra

...Aventurine's patience lasted only until lunch break.

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quack-quack-snacks · 4 months ago

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Time Will Tell - Chapter 1.26

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onto your clothes and didn’t even need to look down to see it was your two younger siblings. You wrapped your arms around them just as Jin-ok approached you and handed you your axe. “Take them somewhere safe and stay there. Protect them.”

You knew what she wasn’t saying because it’s what you were thinking as well.

‘At all costs.’

So you grabbed Yeong-su’s hand while he grabbed Su-yeong’s and you tugged them over to the safest place you could think of.

It was only after an hour or so had passed, when the sun was starting to fade over the horizon and all the growls and howls and bangs had stopped, that you were found by Eun-yu when she came looking for you. After that, you immediately went off in search of Hyun-su only to find him sleeping against a filing cabinet in a secluded room.

You watched as his chest rose and fell a few times just to give yourself some peace of mind before ultimately deciding to leave him alone for the night and get some sleep yourself after a quick shower.

You didn’t sleep for very long when Eun-yu somewhat drunkenly woke you up.

“It’s story time! Don’t be a bum, come and hang out with us!” She whined and you laughed, reluctantly agreeing and listening to Gil-seop tell his scary story. You didn’t want to be rude to him or Eun-yu, but you were falling asleep more and more with each word.

BANG!

The door to the daycare slammed open and you jolted awake with a yelp. Everyone had a similar reaction as they saw the unknown new man walk in and dash straight for the drained jar of Korean wine. He greedily ate scoop after scoop of the marinated berries at the bottom. Yi-kyung walked up behind him like a mother following her wandering child and sighed.

“Who are you?” Mr. An demanded while holding up a metal pipe.

“I think he’s a runaway soldier,” Yi-kyung explained her theory.

The soldier pushed the jar away from him when he saw the mess it made on his hands and started mumbling incoherently before falling to his side and passing out.

Everything seemed to blur as they took him into another room and everyone settled in for bed until you found yourself aimlessly wandering the dimly lit halls with a candle. Your side still hurt so it was more of just stumbling around while using the wall to help you, but you’d be damned if you woke someone up to help you have a midnight stroll.

You’d be damned if the perfect person you could ask wasn’t sitting on the staircase you were walking straight towards.

Hyun-su looked to be lost in his thoughts while staring at his wrist before you announced your presence with a small, “Hey.”

He looked up and his eyes widened at the sight of you. You stumbled over, using the rail of the stairs to help you as you ascended and sat a level above him, placing the candle you held between the two of you. “Hey,” he replied, a little too late for the conversation but you decided to ignore it in hopes of not embarrassing him.

“You shouldn’t be alone without a buddy, you know,” you teased. “I’m walking around without a buddy because both my official and unofficial buddies are passed out, drunk, in the daycare.”

“Are you scared?” He asked you after a beat.

You sighed, thinking about your answer before saying it. “I don’t think so. Not for myself, anyway. I’m more scared about what will happen to Yeong-su and Su-yeong, to be honest,” you shot him a non-committal smile. “Hopefully, when this is all over, they can go back to living a semi-normal life.”

“Do you… think there will be a time after this?” He questioned rather pessimistically with his head down.

The silence went on for a while until you decided to break it with an attempt to lighten the mood.

“Hey, give me your phone.”

“Huh? What? Why?” He asked in return and you flashed him a cheeky smile.

“Just do it. Just for a minute,” you insisted. He reached into his pocket and placed the unlocked phone in your extended hand. “Thank you,” you expressed as you searched around before settling on the Contacts app. “How about after all this…” You spoke as you typed, sounding a little distracted before finishing. “You give me a call and we can meet up, yeah?” You handed the phone back to him with a shy grin.

He took it back, staring at you for a moment before he glanced down at the cracked screen. There, he saw your name with a heart emoji written into his contacts. He was stunned, just staring at the phone until you gasped, remembering something and snatching the phone back out of his hands.

“Oh! I forgot to put a picture in! Hold on,” you insisted as you opened up the camera and held it up, fixing your hair and wiping a stray drop of blood from your cheek. Then, you scooted closer to Hyun-su, who had been stating his thoughts at you in bewilderment and awe and held the phone up to take a picture. “Say cheeseeee!” You took the photo, smiling brightly at the phone, but when you looked at it your smile turned into a frown. “Hyun-su! You weren’t even looking at the camera!” You complained, turning to look at him and finding him already looking at you.

He sneaked a glance at the photo and couldn’t help the stuttering of his heart when he saw it. You looked just absolutely gorgeous with your smile. Sure, he wasn’t looking at the camera - instead looking at you with the smallest hint of a smile on his lips - but it was 100% worth it for that joyful look on your face in the photo and the adorable pout you sported as you looked at him in real life. “It’s perfect.”

You felt your cheeks heat up at his soft tone and tried to huff it away as you started making it your contact photo. “I wish you would’ve looked at the camera though.”

He couldn’t help the warm feeling that grew in his chest, and he honestly didn’t really want to. When you handed the phone back to him, he spent a long moment just staring at the screen, admiring the way your smile was brighter than the phone itself.

He only broke out of his trance when your pinkie suddenly interlocked with his. “What are you doing?”

Your lips shaped a shy smile and the sight tugged at his heartstrings. “You’re making a promise to me. Promise me you’ll call me when this has all cleared. Please.”

He couldn’t deny you when you sounded like that, so he minisculely tightened his grip around your pinkie. “I promise.”

He said it so softly you thought you would have fainted on the spot if his touch wasn’t grounding you. With your shy smile growing even shier, you pressed your thumbs together with a soft giggle and a whisper, “Promise.”

Neither of you truly knew what the feelings growing inside you between each other were, but neither of you wanted it to go away anytime soon.

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Sew Me Up and Keep Me Whole

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Thanks to seeing how various injuries are treated as a member of the football team, Dash actually has a decent background in first aid and anatomy. He gets adopted into Team Phantom when circumstances keep leading him to be the one patching up Phantom after fights.

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Dash was walking home after a football game. He was exhausted and was looking forward to going to bed tonight. Plus there was a ghost attack at the end of the game so it ran extra long while they waited for it to be over.

He turned into the park. It was dark in the park, but it made his trip home from the school faster. His dad would be even madder if he woke him up this late. He wanted to get back as soon as possible.

He got to the wooded part of the trees when he heard something. It sounded like voices.

“Tucker, you’re not doing it right.” Somebody whispered angrily. It sounded like Manson.

“Do you want to try doing this?” He hissed back. “I’m the only one who’s taken a sewing class. You didn’t think you should be reduced to something so ‘stereotypically feminine.’”

“-’s not ev’n a fem’n’n thing.” Was that Fenton? “Sewing is a b-basic life skill…”

“That’s not the point!” She hissed back at them. “My mom-”

Dash stepped through the bushes and past the tree separating them and fell short. That wasn’t who he was expecting to be there.

Phantom sat in between Foley and Manson, not Fenton. As he stepped through the bushes their heads snapped up to look at him. Phantom’s head groggily lulled to the side as he looked at Dash.

“Ha. Jus’...what we need.”

Dash frowned. “What?”

Phantom chuckled and closed his eyes.

“No! Don’t close your eyes!” Manson lightly slapped him. When he just groaned and leaned his head back against the tree behind him she slapped him harder.

“...Sam!” He pried his eyes open and glared at her. “Don’ hit m’..”

“You can’t fall asleep until Tucker is done with your stitches. If only he could just hurry it up.” Manson ground out.

“I’m going as fast as I can!” Tucker breathed out, his hand shakily pulling another stitch through Phantom’s injury. “I don’t want to leave an ugly scar or make it worse by not doing it well.”

Dash stepped closer to where they were sat behind the bushes. Manson shot another look at him. He could finally see Phantom’s wound and it was pretty gnarly. Foley’s stitches were holding it closed but they definitely weren’t pretty.

“Do you need help?” Dash asked apprehensively. “I’ve seen a lot of injuries during football practice. And I’m not squeamish like you, Foley.”

“Yeah? You know how to sew up wounds?” Manson spit out. “How is watching people get treated for wounds during practice the same as sewing up an injury?”

Dash held up his hands. “It seems like Foley doesn’t know what he’s doing either. I know how to sew already. Isn’t that like halfway there?”

Foley looked at Manson. “If he can get it done faster than me, why not let him? We’re gonna run out of time.”

“How can we trust him?” Manson glanced at Dash, worrying her lip.

“He is literally Phantom’s biggest fan except for maybe Paulina. Do you really think he’s gonna try to kill him?”

A blush rose to Dash’s cheeks at Foley’s comment while Manson kept studying him.

A few more moments went by before she looked back at Phantom. He smiled at her groggily.

She sighed. “Fine. Dash, get over here.”

His eyes widened, stunned that they actually accepted his help. He strode forward and knelt on the ground between Foley and Manson. Phantom looked up at him, the goofy smile still on his face.

“Funny that y’ur the one h’lping me.” He chuckled.

“Why’s that?” Dash asked. Phantom just shook his head and chuckled again.

“Here.” Foley handed him a pair of gloves. “We don’t know if his ectoplasm can irritate or damage skin. We haven't felt risky enough to try it out yet.”

“How often do you guys do this?” Dash snapped his gloves on and took the needle from Foley. Phantom smiled wistfully.

“I get hurt a lot.”

Dash hummed as he made his first stitch. “Well that’s not good.”

“Yeahh.. ghosts suck. And also bullies. They can hurt pretty bad sometimes too.”

Shame wriggled into Dash’s stomach as he made another stitch. What would Phantom think of him if he knew he was a bully himself?

Phantom hummed a wistful sigh as he watched Dash sew his wound closed.

“Y’know, ‘ur pretty cute.”

Dash’s brain stopped for a moment and spent a second processing what Phantom said. He felt like he was short circuiting.

“What?” Dash asked.

Tucker burst out laughing. “Man, you’re not gonna live this one down.” Sam shushed him.

Dash continued sewing Phantom’s wound closed as he tried to get his bearings. He never would’ve thought his hero would think of him like that.

“So.” He said, pulling the thread tight. “Are you guys friends?”

“We’r’ bes frie-” Sam covered his mouth.

“We help him with ghost fights. We don’t know him that well.”

“Oh. It just seemed like you guys are pretty close. He must trust you two a lot.”

Dash finished up his last stitch. “There we go. You’re all closed up.”

Phantom smiled at him again as Dash pulled off his gloves and put them in a bag Tucker held up to him. “Tha’ was s’much faster than Tucker.”

“Much cleaner stitches, too.” Sam said, leaning down to look at them.

“‘Thank you for trying, Tucker. We’re so grateful for you, Tucker.’” He mumbled out as he put all their supplies back in his bag.

“C’mon, Tuck!” Phantom lulled his head in Tucker’s direction. “You’ve stitched up so… so many stitches before now. I’d’d have bled out so many times over with-without you.”

“Thank you, D- Phantom.”

Dash pushed himself up off the ground and stretched. “Do you guys need help getting him back… Wherever he needs to go?”

“We can take him back to my house.” Sam stood up. “My parents are those people who go to bed at eight o’clock and get up at some ungodly hour for their office jobs.”

“Can you stand, Phantom?” Tucker asked him.

Phantom shakily tried to stand up. He only made it up part way before he fell back to his knees.

“Here.”

Dash bent down and picked Phantom up bridal style. He adjusted his hold on him until he was holding him comfortably.

“Okay.” Dash turned to look at Sam. “Lead the way.”

He followed behind Sam and Tucker as they walked through the trees. Phantom was much heavier than what Dash would expect from a ghost. He figured ghosts would be light as a feather since they could fly, but Phantom felt so much like a human it was uncanny.

Phantom leaned his head back into the crook of Dash’s neck. He took a sharp breath in as he felt Phantom’s breath ghost against his neck.

Dash looked down at Phantom and his eyes were closed, but after a few moments of Dash staring Phantom peeked an eye open.

He jumped and looked back up at Sam and Tucker. They were whispering between themselves, shooting glances back at Dash. Phantom chuckled.

“Thank you for helping us.”

Dash looked back down at him. Phantom already seemed to be more coherent than when Dash first stumbled upon them.

“Of course. You should probably thank your friends for letting me help you. They were pretty skeptical at first.”

Phantom shrugged. “They’re just looking out for me. They’re protective.”

“So you are friends?” Dash asked. Phantom looked at Sam and Tucker.

“Yeah. They’re the best friends I could’ve asked for.”

“Are you friends with the Fenton kid too?” Dash asked.

Phantom turned to look at Dash sharply. “The Fenton kid?”

“Yeah.” Dash nodded. “Danny. Hangs around with those two. Kind of a freak.”

Phantom frowned at him and turned away from him. “Oh. The ghost hunter’s son? No. Why would I be friends with him? His parents would tear me apart.”

“Oh. Yeah that’s true. Those three just never go anywhere without each other so I thought maybe he was in on this too. He’s a dork anyways.”

“We’re here.” Sam called behind them.

Dash looked up to see Sam and Tucker stopped in front of a set of stairs leading to Sam’s front door. Phantom suddenly jumped out of Dash’s arms and winced once his feet hit the ground. It set Dash off balance and it took a moment for him to regain it.

Phantom walked over to where Sam and Tucker were waiting.

“Will you be okay?” Dash called to him.

“Yeah.” Phantom said without looking back at him. “I’ll be fine.”

He walked away from Dash without looking back at him. The three of them walked inside the door and shut it behind them.

He stood there and stared at the closed door. A pit formed in his stomach but he’s not sure what happened.

He turned around and started the short trek home.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dash was walking in the hallways of Casper High. He was heading to his next class. He just wanted this day to be over with.

Up ahead of him he saw Fenton and his friends. He smirked and started walking faster to catch up with them.

“Hey, Fentoadally lame! Where do you think you’re going!”

He saw Fenton’s shoulders rise and fall as he sighed. He looked over his shoulder at Dash, an angry grimace on his face.

“Anywhere away from you.”

The hallways were starting to clear out as it got closer to the bell. He caught up to them and grabbed Danny by the shoulder, turning him around and slamming him into the lockers to their left. He glared up at Dash.

“What do you want, Dash?”

Dash sneered down at him. “I want to get my afternoon wailing in before I lose my chance and you disappear for the rest of the day like you did yesterday.”

Danny rolled his eyes. “And why does your wailing have to be on me?”

“Because you’re my favorite nerd to wail on.” Dash said as he pulled his arm back, ready to hit Danny.

“Excuse me!”

Something hit Dash in the back of the head. He hissed and when he turned around he saw Sam holding her boot in her hand, glaring at him.

“What the hell, Manson?” He rubbed the spot she had hit. “What’s that boot made of?”

“Steel toe.” Tucker said from where he stood, far away from the action.

“How’s it feel, Dash? Huh? Do you like getting hit? Do you want to know what it’s like to get beat up for no reason every single day?” Sam spat at him.

He took a step away from her. He already knew what that was like. He didn’t need to know what it would be like, just from a different person.

“Sam-” Danny tried stepping out from behind Dash to get to her but there wasn’t enough room for him to move.

“Why should we let you keep helping us with Phantom if we can’t trust you to leave our friend alone?”

“What?” Dash asked, incredulous. “How are either of these things related?”

Sam walked up to him and poked him in the chest. Distantly Dash could hear the late bell ringing. “Because how do we know you wouldn’t turn on Phantom? That if we relied on you, that you would actually be there to help him?”

“But Phantom is-”

“A person, just like Danny.” Sam said. “Just because Danny isn’t your ‘hero’ doesn’t mean he deserves to be a punching bag.”

Dash rolled his eyes. “Fenton just asks for it.”

Sam closed her eyes and shook her head.

“No, you know what? We won’t need your help anymore, Dash. We were doing just fine without you. We’ll manage.”

“I didn’t want to have to associate with you nerds anymore than I have to anyways.” Dash tried to ignore the pang in his chest at the idea of not being able to help Phantom anymore.

“You know, I’ve heard that Phantom doesn’t like bullies.” Fenton said from behind him.

Dash turned and frowned at him. “What do you know?” He shoved Fenton into the lockers one more time and walked away from them. He could hear Sam furiously whispering with Danny about something but Dash tried to tune it out.

Where did Manson get off threatening to beat him? That’d just make her a hypocrite, wouldn’t it? Doing the very thing she hates?

Whatever. It didn’t matter. She couldn’t make it so Phantom couldn’t talk to him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Hey, I’ll see you later, Kwan!” Dash said as he walked out of the Nasty Burger. Kwan turned around where he was walking the opposite way down the sidewalk.

“Yeah! See you tomorrow, buddy!” Kwan shouted back at him.

Dash smiled as he started his walk home. Kwan was always pretty good at cheering him up. He’d had a pretty bad week. Every time he’d gone to Phantom to try to talk to him he’d up and disappear or fly away before Dash could even get a word in. Sam and Tucker must’ve said something to him about what happened with Fenton.

He sighed. He’d probably never get to talk to Phantom again at this rate.

He heard some rustling coming from the alley he was coming up on. He paused just before it. Nothing good ever came from inside alleyways.

“Tucker, where are you- Danny, he-”

He could hear Manson’s panicked voice coming from inside the alley. He crept forward.

Dash looked into the alley to see Sam desperately talking on the phone. Phantom sat on the ground in front of her. She was holding a rag to his stomach.

“No, no I already have the supplies. I can’t-”

A tear streamed down her face. “Tucker, I need you. I can’t do this without you.”

Phantom’s eyes slowly opened. He tilted his head towards the end of the alley that Dash was standing in. He locked eyes with him, taking a deep breath.

“Sam..”

She looked up at him. When she saw where he was looking, she followed his gaze until her eyes landed on Dash. Her eyes widened. After a few moments of staring, she put her phone back up to her ear.

“No, Dash- Dash is here. He just walked up. He- He could probably help us again. Just one more time.”

Dash jumped. How serious was it this time that she couldn’t wait for Tucker?

“Dash, get over here!”

He jumped again at her call, but ran to them inside the alley.

“Can you stitch him up again?” She pleaded. “I know what I said, but I-”

“It’s fine.” Dash said. “I’m not that petty that I’ll refuse to save his life just because you don’t like me.”

She pulled a first aid kit out of her backpack and handed it to him. “You’re mean to me and my friends. I don’t want to be around you if you’re going to bully us.”

“Tch.” Dash scoffed. He pulled on a pair of gloves. “As if you aren’t just as mean to us. You go around antagonizing Paulina and forcing things that you want to do on other people.”

She rolled her eyes. “You literally beat people up and stuff them into their lockers. That is not the same thing.”

“Yeah, well-”

“As much as I love watching Sam tell it to you, can you guys hurry it up?”

Dash and Sam looked at Phantom. He had one eye squinted open and he was looking between them.

“Sorry.” Dash said. He threaded the needle and got started stitching up Phantom’s wound.

They were silent while Dash worked. His stitches were quick and soon Dash was done. He sighed.

“I actually used to be friends with them when we were younger. Before they met you.”

“What?” Sam turned to stare at him. “Why are you so mean to them then?”

“My parents didn’t like Fenton’s parents. Or all the nonsense they were spouting about ghosts. I’d come home and tell them all about it and they thought the Fenton’s were ‘corrupting my mind’ or something like that.”

Phantom turned his head to look at Dash.

“My parents told me I couldn’t be his friend anymore. And I told Danny that, but he didn’t get it. And he and Tucker were a package deal at that point. They were more inseparable than me and Danny had ever been. So I just… told them that I didn’t want to be their friend anymore. That they weren’t cool enough. I think I hit one of them. They didn’t go out of their way to talk to me after that.”

They sat in silence for a moment after that.

“Parents, amiright?” Sam said quietly, as she looked at Phantom. “My parents are like that. They try to get me to stop being friends with Danny all the time but I argue too much with them for it to ever stick. Or I don’t tell them when I’m hanging out with Danny.”

“At least you have that luxury.” Dash looked at the ground. “If I don’t listen to my parents… Well, they like to use their fists more than their words.”

Sam covered her mouth.

Dash let out a short laugh.

“And now ghosts are real and they keep asking me all sorts of questions like they expect me to remember the things they told me were bad and wanted me to forget.”

Dash was startled when he felt a hand on his arm. He looked up and saw that Phantom was still staring at him.

“It’s not your fault.”

Dash shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut. He shifted so that instead of kneeling on his knees, he was sitting on the ground. He ran his hands through his hair roughly.

“It is my fault!” Dash ground out. “I didn’t have to treat them the way I did! I could’ve broken the cycle but now I’m just like my parents.”

“You don’t have to be.” Sam said. “There’s always time to change. Hell, admitting to how shitty you’ve been is a pretty good start.”

Dash sighed. Phantom looked like he was about to say something but he was interrupted by Tucker sprinting into the alley, out of breath.

“I’m here! I’m here. Did you guys get it figured out?”

Sam nodded and gestured at Dash. “He helped us out again. He really came in clutch there.”

Dash nodded and stood up. “I guess I should get going now. I don’t want to-”

“Wait!” Sam held her hands up in a stop motion. She stood up to look at him. “Do you want to join team Phantom?”

“What?” Tucker looked at her, shocked. “Why are you asking Dash to join the team? I thought you-”

“Clearly having another person around will be beneficial.” Sam interrupted Tucker without looking at him. “You’ve already helped us twice. You could even teach us to sew and stitch up wounds better.”

Dash looked between the three of them. He wasn’t a part of whatever they had going. Would they really be okay with him joining their team? Did they really want him to be a part of it? Or was it just a pity offer?

“Why would you want me to join your team?” Dash said quietly.

“You care more than I thought you did.” Sam said.

Dash laughed. That didn’t seem like a very concrete reason.

“Break the cycle.”

Dash looked back up at where Phantom still sat on the ground. He was staring at Dash.

“Break the cycle.” He said again. “Prove that you can be better. If not for us, just do it for yourself.”

Dash looked away. He nodded. That sounded like a good reason. Work to break the cycle his parents put him in. He nodded again.

“Okay. I’ll do it. I’ll join Team Phantom.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dash stood outside Tucker’s door awkwardly. Tucker said now would be a good time to come over so they could practice sewing. He hasn’t knocked yet though. He hadn’t been back here since they were all still friends.

He lifted his hand up and paused for a moment. Finally, he brought his fist down on the door and knocked twice.

“I’ve got it!” Tucker shouted from inside the house. He heard some shuffling and then a muffled, “Mom!”

Then the door opened, but instead of Tucker it was his mom. His eyes widened as her mouth dropped open. She looked behind her where Tucker was standing and then looked back at Dash. Tucker shrugged behind her.

“Why, Dash, I haven’t seen you in such a long time. How have you been?” She asked him.

He nodded. “Good, good. Things have been fine. How have you been?”

“Things have been good here.” She looked between Tucker and Dash again. “What brings you over after so long?”

“I, uh..” Dash stammered. They didn’t come up with an excuse. He really couldn’t tell her they were practicing sewing so they could sew up wounds.

“Class project!” Sam’s voice came from down the steps behind him. He turned to see her hurrying up the stairs. “We’re going to be working on our sewing today for class. Dash is going to practice with us.”

“Ohh.” Tucker’s mom nodded. “Well that sounds fun. Do you guys have any projects in the making?”

“We’re not quite there yet, mom.” Tucker said as he stepped forward. “We’re still learning so we’ll probably just be sewing squares of fabric together.”

She nodded again. “Let me know if you kids have any questions. I know a thing or two about sewing myself.” She smiled at them.

“Thanks, mom. We will.” Tucker waved them into the house and then closed the door behind them once they were both inside. “Come on, let’s go upstairs.”

He followed behind both Tucker and Sam as they made their way up the stairs. He hadn’t been here in a very long time but little had changed over the years. Except for maybe new photos that had been hung up on the wall.

They reached the top of the stairs and then Tucker pulled down the attic door and unfolded the ladder. They climbed up there and Dash had the fleeting thought that if they wanted to make him disappear, an attic would be a pretty good place to make that happen.

“Boo.”

Dash jumped as a voice spoke close into his ear and then laughter erupted from an invisible mouth.

“Oh that was good. I haven’t been able to get Sam or Tucker that good in a long time.”

Phantom dropped his invisibility and appeared in front of Dash. Dash chuckled nervously.

“Phantom, don’t be too mean to him. We’re trying to make amends, remember?” Sam called to them while she and Tucker dug through some box.

“Yeah, yeah.” Phantom waved her comment off. He looked back at Dash. “I gotta have fun with this whole ghost thing somehow though, right?”

Dash nodded. “I can’t say I would be so chivalrous if I had your powers. I’d probably be sneaking into the girl’s locker room or something.”

“Eh. It was exciting the first couple times but now the novelty has worn off.”

Dash’s eyes widened. Phantom went to spy in the girl’s locker room?

“Anyways.” Phantom drawled out. “What will I be doing today?”

Dash stared at him. “You’ll also be learning to sew.”

Phantom frowned. “Why?”

“If Sam or Tucker, or even me, ever get hurt during one of your ghost fights it might be useful for you to know. Or if you ever have an occasion where you’re alone and need to do it yourself, if you’re able to of course.”

“Are you gonna be like, our teacher?” Sam asked Dash.

Dash shrugged. “I can explain the basics but this is mostly just practice time.”

They got to work practicing their sewing. Sam and Tucker were working together on the other side of the attic while Dash worked with Phantom. They had cut up squares of fabric that they were sewing together. Phantom looked up at Dash as he pulled a thread through his two pieces he had in his hands.

“Why’d you learn to sew?” Danny asked. “It’s not something most guys pick up.”

Dash shrugged. “My parents liked to wreck a lot of my things growing up. They destroyed a lot of stuffed animals, but when they ripped apart the last teddy bear I got from my grandma before she passed away I decided I was going to take it into my own hands and fix it.”

“Oh.” Phantom’s shoulders dropped and he looked at Dash sadly. “I’m sorry they did that.”

“They’re not good people.” Dash made a couple more stitches on his own squares in his hands. “It hurt when I realized that.”

Phantom nodded. “Sometimes I worry that my parents are bad people. They want to hurt me but I know they’re not actually bad.”

“How are they not bad? You just said they want to hurt you.” Dash frowned at him.

“It’s more complicated because of the whole ghost thing.” Phantom shook his head. “They don’t know who I am.”

Dash’s eyes widened. “What? How can they not know?”

Phantom’s sad expression turned into a smirk. “I’ve got to keep some of my secrets.”

Dash rolled his eyes. “Okay, Inviso-bill.”

“Hey!” Phantom pushed his shoulder.

His skin tingled where Phantom had touched him through his jacket. They smiled at each other and Dash looked back down at the fabric in his hands. They worked for another couple moments before Phantom spoke again.

“What if we sewed them all together?”

“What?” Dash looked back up at him.

“The squares.” Phantom held up his small pile he had gathered while they were working. “We could sew all the squares we make together and turn them into a blanket.”

“Ohh. That’d be cool.” He turned around in his seat. “Yo, Manson. Foley!”

They turned around to face him. “What?”

“Phantom wants to turn our squares into blankets.”

“I like that idea.” Tucker said.

“Does your mom have a sewing machine? It might be easier to sew all the rows together with the sewing machine once we get that far.”

Tucker nodded. “Let me go ask her for it.”

He headed downstairs. Sam stood up and walked over to them.

“How’s your practice going?” She asked.

“Good.” Phantom held up his work so far. The stitches were getting neater and tighter as he showed Sam his progress.

As Dash was showing Sam his own squares, Tucker made his way back up the ladder to the attic. He hefted the sewing machine up onto the floor and climbed up with some extra fabric and some kind of stuffing. He let out a breath.

“My mom gave us some fabric and some quilt batting so we can finish turning it into a blanket.”

“How do we decide who gets to keep the blanket?” Dash asked.

Phantom looked at him. “I think you should get it. We can always make more if we’re going to keep practicing sewing. You should get the first one.”

“Yeah.” Sam said. “It can be a thank you for taking the time to teach us and practice with us.”

“Let’s get this bad boy finished.”

They spent the next couple hours practicing sewing the squares by hand and once they were all sewed together Dash took them to the sewing machine. They got all the rows assembled and the blanket put together with the stuffing inside. Dash stood up and held it up for everyone to look at.

Tucker clapped. “Great work everyone. Just, wow.”

Sam rolled her eyes.

Dash lowered it and smiled at them.

“Here.”

Phantom floated forward and grabbed the other end of the blanket and helped Dash fold it. Their fingers met as they folded it together. Phantom passed his end to Dash and their fingers grazed as he pulled away.

“Thanks.” They stared at each other for a few moments. Dash cleared his throat. “Well. I should get going. It’s getting kind of late.”

“Yeah. Me too.” Sam checked the time on her phone. My parents are gonna start calling me if I don’t get home soon.”

“Thanks for helping us out Dash.” Phantom called as Dash started making his way down the ladder. Dash smiled at him.

“Thanks for giving me the chance.”

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Dash stepped out of the school. It was empty in the schoolyard. Dash had had to stay late to finish up a test with one of his teachers.

“Hey.”

Dash jumped at the voice beside him. Phantom flickered into visibility.

“Why do you keep doing that?” Dash pouted.

Phantom shrugged and held his head in his hand as he floated next to Dash. “It’s funny. Like I said, I can’t get Sam and Tucker like that anymore.”

“Where are they anyways?” Dash crossed the street in front of the school and started the walk home.

“They’re busy.” Phantom groaned and flipped onto his back midair. “They had some very important stuff to do and they said I couldn’t come with them.”

“So tragic.” Dash smiled and shook his head at Phantom’s antics.

Phantom laughed as he floated backwards on his back beside Dash, his arms crossed behind his head. Dash smiled as he watched him, a warm feeling growing in his chest. Phantom’s smile felt like the sun.

“I think they’re trying to surprise me for my birthday. It’s coming up soon.”

Dash’s eyes widened. “You still celebrate your birthday?”

Phantom shot a look back at him. “Yeah? Don’t you still celebrate yours?”

“Yeah, but you’re a ghost. Wouldn’t you celebrate your death day instead?”

Phantom scrunched up his nose and stared at a point from where they had come. “I try as hard as I can to not think about my death day. It was painful.”

“What was it like? Dying?”

Phantom turned to face Dash. He studied his face for a moment before he spoke.

“I-”

A roar sounded from ahead of them on the street they were walking down. A ghost turned around the corner of a building and stared down at them.

“Stay back.” Phantom said to him and flew away. He flew circles around the ghost's head and soon it was facing back the other way. It roared when Phantom shot an ectoblast between its eyes.

It swung at him again and again, its slow paws trying and trying to hit Phantom.

“You sure are slow!” Phantom smirked at the ghost and spun onto his back. “You fight like my sister.”

The ghost roared again and Phantom flew back to avoid the swipe but he didn’t move fast enough.

The ghost scratched Phantom across the chest as he flew back. Dash could hear him hiss from where he stood on the ground.

“That’s all you got, ghost?” Phantom held his fists back up.

As if taking that as a challenge, the ghost shrieked. It reared up for another hit. Phantom dodged the first one but wasn’t so lucky the second time.

When the ghost’s claws connected with Phantom, Dash could hear the sound of his suit ripping. The ghost spun and sent him flying backwards down the street.

“Phantom!” Dash shouted as he turned to look where Phantom had been thrown behind him.

He laid there on the ground. He was hardly moving. The ghost started closing in, not paying any mind to Dash.

“Hey!” Dash swung his arms in the air, trying to get the ghost’s attention. It finally looked down at him and paused.

“Yeah! Leave him alone!” Dash shouted. He stuck a hand into his backpack and pulled out that lipstick laser that Tucker gave him. He aimed it at the ghost and took a shaky shot.

It hit the ghost in the chest and it roared, charging at him. Dash took a step back but he yanked his backpack off, desperately digging out the thermos. He shakily pulled it out of his backpack just as the ghost was getting to him and he pressed the button.

The ghost loomed over him before it got sucked into the thermos. Once it was gone, Dash closed his eyes and let out a deep breath. Then his eyes snapped back open and he turned around.

Phantom.

He ran down the street to where Phantom lay. Phantom’s eyes opened as Dash got closer. Thank god.

“Hey. How bad is it?” Dash asked as he dropped down to his knees on the pavement.

Phantom hissed as he sat up. “Not the worst I’ve ever had. I’m not sure any of these need stitches.”

“Are you sure?” Dash studied his suit where it was torn. “I could literally hear your suit get shredded from where I was standing.”��

“Yeah.” Phantom nodded. “I think a good chunk of things I need to have stitched up are because I kept fighting and tore them and made them worse.” He looked up at Dash. “Thanks, by the way. For helping me with that ghost.”

“Whaat? It was nothing.” Dash smiled at him.

Phantom laughed. “I could see you shaking in your boots from here.”

Dash crossed his arms and turned his nose up away from Phantom. “Fighting ghosts is a lot scarier without fancy ghost powers.”

“Yeah, but really, thanks.”

Dash looked back at Phantom. He couldn’t help it. It was the first thing he could think to do. He wasn’t going to just let a ghost get him when he couldn’t fight.

Dash was lost in thought for a moment before his mind wandered back to Phantom’s injury.

“Do you at least want that bandaged even if you don’t need stitches?”

Phantom nodded. “Yeah. It’ll help stop the bleeding.”

Dash dug through his backpack where it sat next to him when he dropped it. He pulled out his first aid kit.

“Gauze or giant band aid?” Dash asked.

Phantom looked down at his chest where the scratches were. He thought for a moment.

“Probably gauze. I think these are too long for a giant bandaid.”

Dash nodded. He pulled the gauze out and turned back to Phantom. He blushed.

“What?” Phantom asked.

The thought of Dash asking Phantom to undress was frazzling Dash’s brain. He only had to unzip the top part of his jumpsuit but he’d never seen Phantom in anything besides that before. What would he look like underneath?

“I need, uh, you to unzip the top part of your jumpsuit so I can wrap the gauze around your chest.”

Phantom looked back down at his chest. “Oh.” He unzipped the front of his jumpsuit and pulled his arms out. He looked back up at Dash.

Dash’s blush went all the way up to his ears and he tried not to stare but he couldn’t help it. Phantom’s skin was so different from other ghosts. He was so much more human-like than them.

Phantom held his hand out for Dash and he looked back up to his face.

“I can do this if it’s too weird for you.”

“It’s not weird!” Dash blurted out. “I just, uh- I don’t-”

Phantom grabbed the gauze out of Dash’s hand and started wrapping it around his chest. “That’s okay. Sam was kind of awkward the first time she had to do this too.”

Dash nodded, but he was disappointed. This could’ve been an opportunity to get close to Phantom. To maybe graze a hand against his skin. Feel what a ghosts skin would-

“Dash?”

He jumped. “Yeah?”

“I’m all done. Here.” Phantom tossed the roll of gauze back to Dash. He fumbled to catch it and when he did he stowed it back in his first aid kit.

Dash put everything back in his backpack and threw it back on his shoulder. He stood up and waited for Phantom to shove his arms back into his sleeves before he offered his hands to help Phantom up.

Phantom looked at them for a moment before he reached up and grabbed onto Dash’s hands. Dash pulled Phantom to his feet and then they just stared at each other. Dash’s grip on Phantom’s hands tightened. He took a step closer to Phantom but then someone shouted at them.

“Look! It’s Phantom!”

Dash looked up around him and was shocked to see how many people had gathered around them. Where had they all come from? Were they all watching the ghost fight from their homes?

“Phantom, who is this boy? Why is he helping you?”

“Is that your boyfriend?”

“Who would be crazy enough to date a dead person?”

The voices clamored around them and Dash felt like they were pressing in on him. Phantom glanced at him and let go of his hands and instead wrapped an arm around his side.

“Gotta go!”

“Wait, wha-!”

Dash yelped as he was pulled into the air with Phantom as he took off in flight. He’d never flown before. Not even in a plane. He squeezed his eyes shut and wrapped his arm around Phantom’s shoulder. The flight was quick and soon they were touching down on the ground.

Dash peeked an eye open and saw that they were standing in front of his house.

“That was fast.” Dash said, out of breath.

“Yeah.” Phantom smiled at him. “My top speed we’ve clocked so far is a hundred and twelve miles per hour. I can get anywhere in town pretty darn fast.”

“Dang. That’s cool. Kinda scary.”

Phantom smiled. “You get used to it after a while.”

They looked at each other for a moment before Phantom seemed to remember he was still holding onto Dash. He coughed and pulled his hand away and it drifted across Dash’s back, leaving a trail of butterfly inducing tingles.

“Well, I gotta go. I have things to do.”

Dash let out a nervous laugh. “How busy can a ghost possibly be?”

“Like I’ve said, I’ve got to keep some of my secrets.”

Phantom started floating up into the air.

“Aw, come on. We’re not close enough for that yet?” Dash shouted up at him.

He smiled down at Dash. “Not quite. Maybe one day.”

Phantom waved down at Dash and then he flew away. Dash’s heart fluttered and he waved back belatedly.

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Dash was laying in bed. He was ready to go to sleep after such a long day. He could almost fall asleep right now.

He started drifting off but was interrupted a moment later.

Phantom flew through Dash’s bedroom wall and crashed onto his bed. Dash jumped up and stared at the boy that was suddenly next to him.

“Phantom?” Dash exclaimed.

He was curled up on his side next to Dash, holding his stomach.

“I didn’t… I didn’t have anywhere else to go. Tucker is out of town and the far frozen was too far away for this one- ah!” He clenched his stomach again.

“No, no. That’s what I’m here for. That’s why you guys agreed to let me join your team. So that there was someone else there to patch you up.”

Phantom shook his head. “This one’s worse. There’s a chance I’ll-”

A white ring appeared around his waist. Phantom tensed up and groaned before it disappeared again.

“What was that?” Dashed asked, staring.

Phantom shook his head. “You need to start stitching the wound up now. If we wait it’ll start bleeding faster. We can’t-” He tensed up again. Sparks flew around his middle. “We have to hurry.”

At Phantom’s plea, he hurriedly got up and grabbed his first aid kit from under his bed. He kneeled down and Phantom turned to his side to face him.

“Can you uncurl for me? I need to take a look.”

Phantom nodded and slowly pulled his arms away from his stomach. They were covered in ectoplasm. Dash gulped and studied the wound. It was deep. Ectoplasm was steadily oozing out of it. He pulled a pair of gloves on.

“This is pretty deep, what if I can’t-”

“Sewing it shut will help.” Phantom grimaced. “Once the wound is shut my healing abilities will have an easier time mending it.”

Dash nodded. “Okay.”

He took a deep breath and got started. Phantom flinched with every touch of the needle. Dash was halfway done when the ring appeared around his waist again. Phantom struggled to push it away, but it disappeared after a few seconds.

“Phantom.” Dash kept stitching the wound closed. “What’s happening?”

“I can’t keep it back anymore.” Phantom ground out. “When I transform, I’m going to start bleeding much faster. You have to keep stitching me up, no matter what.”

“What? When you transform? What does that-”

The rings appeared around Phantom’s waist a final time. Dash tried to keep his focus on stitching Phantom’s wound, but then the rings split. They revealed a very familiar shirt underneath them.

“I’m sorry.”

The rings finished traveling over the rest of Phantom’s body. Dash’s hands shook as the ectoplasm that was steadily coming out of the wound turned into blood. The pace increased and Dash got a glimpse at Phantom’s face as the rings went over his head and Danny Fenton was left in his place.

Danny met his gaze for a moment and then his eyes fluttered closed.

“Danny?” Dash whispered.

He didn’t move and Dash went back to stitching up the wound. He was almost done and he was hoping this would be enough. That Danny wouldn’t…

He shook his head. He couldn’t think like that. He had already seen the impossible. Danny wouldn’t die. He couldn’t.

He made his last stitch and cut the thread. He grabbed a bag and disposed of everything inside it. He was about to put the first aid kit away when he thought about putting a bandage on top of Danny’s stitches.

He pulled a bandage and some gauze out of the first aid kit and when he turned back around Danny’s eyes were already open, staring at Dash.

“You’re awake already?” Dash whispered. “I wasn’t sure- I was afraid that-”

Danny shook his head. “My healing powers are already working. It just needed help getting started. It can’t heal if it’s still bleeding so much like that.”

Dash let out a deep breath. “I’m glad to hear.”

A pause stretched between them and Dash looked down at his hands and saw the gauze and bandage he was holding. He held them up.

“Do you want these on there too? Would it help?”

Danny nodded. “They’ll help make sure I don’t bleed into my clothes.”

Dash nodded back at him. “Your shirt looks pretty bad too. Do you want one of mine?”

Danny shrugged. “Sure.”

He set the bandage and gauze down on the bed and headed to his dresser. He pulled out a shirt and turned back around to see Danny pulling his shirt off.

Heat rose to Dash’s face and the comments Phantom made that first time Dash helped him came to mind. Tucker’s laugh echoed inside his head.

Man, you’re not gonna live this one down.

Sam and Tucker must know. That’s why they were being so weird that night.

He sat down at the edge of his bed and looked at Danny. He peeled the back of the bandage off and put it over Danny’s stitches. He spread his hand out over it, pressing the edges down, making sure they were sticking to Danny’s skin properly.

“Can you sit up?” Dash asked. Danny nodded and pushed himself up, wincing.

Dash leaned closer to Danny and started winding the gauze around his torso. Once he was done, he looked up to see Danny’s face only a few inches from his own.

They stared at each other for a few moments before they both spoke at once.

“I’m sorry.”

Both of their eyes widened. Dash sat up.

“Why are you sorry? I was literally the one wailing on you for so long.”

Danny shook his head. “I lied to you. I never told you who I was. I could see the way you looked at me, but I didn’t think you’d look at me like that if you knew I was also Danny.”

Dash flushed. “You could tell.” He breathed out.

“Yeah I could.” Then he rolled his eyes. “And if I couldn’t, Tucker would’ve made sure I knew anyway.”

“Tucker knows too?” Dash whispered. He didn’t think anyone could see his developing feelings for Phantom. He thought they just would have assumed it was because he was Phantom’s biggest fan.

“Yeah. No offense, but it was pretty obvious. Especially if even I could tell.”

Dash groaned and covered his face with his hands as he leaned back onto his bed. He felt Danny lean over to look down at him. Dash opened his eyes.

Danny met his eyes. His eyes traveled down his face to his lips. He slowly bent down and pressed his lips against Dash’s. Dash closed his eyes again and after a few seconds Danny pulled away.

“It helped that I was looking for it, though.”

Dash smiled up at him. “You did call me cute that one time.”

Now it was Danny’s turn to groan. “I don’t even know what I was thinking. I hardly even remember that.”

Dash placed a hand on the back of Danny’s head and pulled him back down and kissed him again.

“Did Tucker ever let you live it down?”

Danny laughed. “No. Of course not.”

“I bet it’ll be even worse now.” Dash said against Danny’s lips.

“Oh, you bet it will.”

Dash kissed Danny one more time and gently pulled him down to lay beside him.

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muzansfangs · 1 year ago

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Enjoy the silence.

Starring: Shinji Hirako x f!reader;

Format: one-shot;

Warnings: nsfw, fluff, slight somnophilia, oral sex (f!reader receiving), slight overstimulation, morning sex, enstablished relationship, Shinji’s piercing on his tongue is a warning itself.

Plot: you had convinced your boyfriend Shinji to accompany you to a concert. He loved music, but he loathed the band you supported. For the sake of you, he had let it slide, although he complained all the way back to your flat. The morning after, you woke up to an immense pleasure engulfing your nether regions, only to find out your boyfriend’s shit-eating grin giving you a sweet good morning.

Track: Enjoy the silence – Depeche Mode “All I ever wanted, all I ever needed is here in my arms. Words are very unnecessary, they can only do harm”.

MASTERLIST FOR THE EVENT.

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Some golden rays seeped through the curtains, lazily illuminating the bedroom with a soothing orange light and the comforting warmth of the sun raising up in the sky. It was early, right, and you were still peacefully sleeping into your bed with the white blankets tangled in your legs and your boyfriend’s head resting on your chest. The sound of the chirping birds outside your window woke him up, his heavy eyelids slowly opening to greet the new day ahead of him.

His head ached a little, the aftermath of the rock concert you had dragged him to still affecting him quite badly. Maybe he should have stayed sprawled on your sofa yesterday night. Still, he could not turn you down. Not after the puppy eyes you had given him to his first refusal to accompany you there.

He lifted himself up the elbows, eyes darting on your body and your delicate features. You were still sleeping, chest raising and falling rhythmically, lips parted as you navigated through the mysterious roads of dreamland.

You were so beautiful, so perfect for him, even if you literally drove him mad at times. If he closed his eyes, he could still see you dancing beside him, screaming at the top of your lungs all the lyrics of the band he loathed oh so much. Still, you were so happy and dashing, shining among thd dancing crowd, and he loved seeing you smile like that. Yet, he had to somehow get back at you. He could not resist and restraining himself was not an option.

Being into a relationship for quite a while had granted you the chance to explore each other limits. You had told him more than once in the past that you were not bothered by the idea of him initiating intimate activities, while you were asleep. You trusted him blindly and, being touched by the person that had saved your life countless times in past, felt right, no matter the circumstances.

Shinji sighed, crawling down your body and carefully grasping your left leg to make some more space for him to move during the act. As he switched his gaze from your sleepy face to your panties, he made sure to slip his slender fingers underneath the straps and slowly pulled the item down your legs. A goddess, you looked like a real goddess.

From that position, the former Captain of the Fifth Division could enjoy the way your chest raised and fell in your slow and steady breathing, admiring the gentle curves of your body in awe. His pierced tongue swept out of his mouth, as he was lost into thinking about the way the the metal sphere over his tongue would have soon stimulated your bundle of nerves.

“Here we go, love…” he whispered lowly, a shit-eating grin plastered over his face as he lowered his mouth down to your heat.

At first, you did not even seem that affected by the gentle licks of Shinji’s tongue. You were clearly still too tired for having danced all night long, singing and pestering your boyfriend with facts about the singer only a true fan could know, to wake up right away.

You should have probably clamped your mouth shut on your way back to your flat, but you were too euphoric not to comment on the event you had attended. Maybe, though, you just wanted to enjoy the pained face crossing your boyfriend’s sharp features, whenever you praised the band.

Now, as Shinji delicately gripped your thighs, half-lidded eyes scrutinizing your face in hunger, you could sense something stimulating your pearl deliciously. As you stirred in your sleep, you whined softly and your hips bucked, causing Shinji’s nose to unintentionally bump onto your clit.

“W-What… Shinji?” you whispered softly, eyes still closed as your mouth hung open in pleasure.

“Good morning, darling” the blonde man replied, his hot breath fanning your soaked cunt as he greeted you with his slightly high-pitched voice.

Oh, now you knew what was going to happen.

You sighed and smiled lazily, your hand reaching down to allow you to run your fingers through Shinji’s irregular bob. It was an affectionate sign for him to continue, because he knew you could never get enough of him and his own special way to give you oral.

“Ah, no. That’s not how things work. Your voice is so melodic, ya know? I enjoyed listening to you use your voice all night long yesterday! Use your words for me one more time. What is it that you want?” the man asked, a snarky smirk on his glistening lips, as he flicked his tongue teasingly over your most sensitive area.

Jolts of electricity made your body shake, as you gasped and bit onto your bottom lip in pleasure. He knew where to touch you, how to drive you insane and push your buttons.

“You’re mean…” you muttered, pouting down at him, as you finally opened your eyes and met his bright ones.

And, dear God, what a sight to wake up to.

“Blame it on the Hollow inside me…” he purred, biting the inside of your thigh softly and leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses down to your heat. His lips felt heavenly on you and the small moans falling from your lips were the unconfutable proof that you were loving his touch and that you craved more of it.

“Shinji, please. Baby, please, I can’t take it… Make me cum” you breathed out, making him wink at you and chuckle at the pathetic state you were in so early in the morning and he had not even involved his fingers yet.

“I got it, I got ya, baby… Now, let me treat that pussy right” he purred, not caring about punishing you anymore, as his lips started to suck at your aching clit passionately.

There was only one thing that mattered to him and it was not driving you crazy, or getting back at you. Shinji Hirako only cared about you, your needs and your love.

No matter how many times he had to follow you down roads he did not like, he would have endoured anything to see you happy. No matter what, no matter where.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! I’m sorry for being late with updates, but I have been so busy. However, I have completed another one-shot for my event. Yay, I feel at peace with myself. Why? Because it’s a smutty one and it’s officially kinktober! This is a little shorter than I had originally planned, but I guess it will suffice this time.

Likes, comments and re-posts are appeciated!

Until next,

x o x o

TAGS: @stygianoir @quinnies-blog @electronicwitchcollection

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tragicallyuncreative · 2 months ago

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Merry Crisis 🎄

Per usual, I am scrambling to get in my minimum volunteer EMT hours this year and because I don’t have kids, I’m happy to pick up holiday shifts and let those with families enjoy their kiddos at home! On till 9 and if call volume is miraculously low (doubtful) will be working on some more Curtis gang holiday drabbles/ chapters. Just returned from a classic holiday 911 call- family gathering/ dinner gone south with drunk brothers fighting and one stabbing the other through the arm with a screwdriver 😬 Surprisingly little blood, stabilized the penetrating object, and hauled ass outta there with brother in handcuffs and patient still swearing revenge as we loaded him in the back. I love the holidays 😂

~ ✨and now… presenting The Outsiders characters as seen through holiday EMS/ ED visits✨

Darry: classic Christmas lights mishap. Slipped off the roof and landed directly on his ankle. Pretty impressive open fracture. Johnny took one look at the bone poking through the skin and puked on the spot. Bonus: Mr. Curtis was very eager to teach the boys about his Jewish heritage and Hanukkah traditions until 7-year-old Darry thought the menorah in his bedroom window looked sad with only 2 candles lit so snuck the box of matches and tried to light all the candles, then pulled the curtain BEHIND THE LIT MENORAH to hide the fact he was using matches without permission. This went about as well as one would expect (this may or may not be based on personal experience 😬)

Two-Bit: tried to deep fry a turkey in a bucket of oil in his backyard to bring to the Curtis’s for their first Christmas without their parents. The resulting explosion was heard throughout the neighborhood. Splash burns to face and arms. Chest was protected by clothing but Two-Bit was extremely upset that is Mickey-in-a-Santa-hat shirt was ruined and would rather have just taken the extra burns to salvage it. ✨real-life call I’ve personally responded to. Family was more concerned with turkey than charred Uncle Dave.

Steve: attempted to run over 12-year-old Ponyboy’s painstakingly built snowman with his new (used) truck. Didn’t wear a seatbelt because why would he. Gunned the engine too hard, jolted forward on impact, face hit the dash, top two teeth went through his bottom lip. 4 stitches needed. Ponyboy laughed his ass off the entire ride there and asked if his freakishly large teeth were now sanded down. ✨real-life call I’ve personally responded to. 10/10 entertainment factor.

Sodapop: frostbite to entire left foot because he forgot to wear a sock inside his snow boots. Couldn’t feel his toes but thought that meant he was just really well-insulated and continued to build his igloo. Mrs. Curtis soaked his foot in warm water for 2 hours until blood flow returned.

Dallas: told a small child in the dime store that Santa wasn’t real. Kid started crying. Kids dad appeared and sucker punched him so hard he was knocked out cold. Woke up on the floor with a black eye, concussion, and people continuing to do their Christmas shopping while stepping around him.

Ponyboy: home alone and forgot about the baked Mac n cheese he was supposed to take out of the oven because he was reading a book. In his defense, the book was really good. Then fell asleep on the couch and woke up an hour later to smoke pouring out of the oven. Opened the oven door, saw flames, and instinctively tossed a glass of water blindly inside. Made it worse so instinctively reached in, pulled out flaming casserole dish, and threw it in the sink. Burns to hands and temporary vision difficulties from steam.

Johnny: decided he totally could be a hockey champion with the proper training. Also has the worst hand-eye coordination known to man. Hit hockey puck so hard that it overshot the goal, bounced off a tree trunk, rebounded, and hit him directly in the face (picture Ross from Friends episode). Broken nose and two chipped teeth.

Lilah Matthews (age 10): decided her tree nut allergy was a personal weakness and could be overcome by sheer willpower. Baked a pecan pie all by herself, proudly took a bite, and blew up like a balloon. Two-Bit panicked, couldn’t remember how to use the epipen, tossed her in the truck, and drove to the hospital at 90 MPH. ✨call I picked up on way back to the station. Car driving like a maniac and flagged us down. Kid told me the Reese’s cup he ate despite deadly peanut allergy was 100% worth it.

Bonus Betty for @fangirl-docintraining : very excited to use the brand new invention of the electric hand mixer to make Mrs. Curtis’s renowned cheesecake recipe. First Christmas dating Darry and determined to make a good impression. Bent down to squint at recipe card while mixing and hair got caught in mixer, causing minor scalp bleeding with chunks of hair ripped out. Forced to adopt a fuck ass Bob™️ haircut and loves it, just wishes acquiring it wasn’t so painful.

Feel free to add on. The potential is great 🤣

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starrieshq · 7 months ago

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I've Loved You And You Haven't Known It

Hey guys! This is officially my 100th post here! As a little celebration, here's a Kit Herondale x Ty Blackthorn fanfic for you :)

Kit’s heart almost stopped when he saw the Shax demon poised over Ty’s limp body.

He distantly heard Dru’s screams as she ran over to him, Julian close behind her. Emma was yelling something to them, telling them to get Ty away from the fight, away from the demons-

“Kit?” He heard Ty whisper. “Kit, I-”

He choked back a sob as Ty’s voice faltered, and gripped the Herondale dagger tighter. Everything in him was telling him to run, to go to Ty, to help him. But he had to be strong now. For Ty. For everyone.

As Emma and Mark attacked a nearby Vetis, Kit scoped out the Shax that had injured Ty. Dru had held it back while Julian had carried Ty to safety, but now that they were both gone, the Shax was getting dangerously close to Cristina, who was wildly fending off another demon.

‘Oh no, it won’t.’ Kit thought. ‘Not another.’

He stowed the Herondale dagger and unsheathed a longsword, and despite being very limited in his sword work, he took in a deep breath.

“Kit!” Helen called, wielding a crossbow.

“Helen!” Kit rasped. “Ty was hurt, he-”

She grasped his arm. “Go to the Institute. Go to Ty.”

He frowned and gestured to the fray. “But-”

“Go,” She said. “This fight can be ended easily. But Ty needs you now.” She gave him a determined smile. “The Watson to his Sherlock, right?”

Kit gave her a stunned look.

“Yeah.” He said.

Helen shook her head as she loaded her crossbow. “Go!”

She didn’t need to tell him twice. Kit sheathed his sword and took off running towards the car.

By the time he arrived at the Institute, the adrenaline of the battle had worn off, and all Kit could do was worry.

He dashed inside and ran to the Infirmary, where Julian was tending to Ty and Dru was nowhere to be seen.

“Is he alright?” Kit immediately asked, panic evident in his voice.

“Dru’s trying to fire message Magnus and Alec.” Julian responded, sounding worried. “They’ll know how to help him. There’s nothing I can do as of right now.”

Kit did not take that as a good sign.

“Do…do you think he’ll be okay?” He asked.

Julian remained silent for a moment. “He’s resilient. He’ll make it through.” He raked a hand through his brown curls. “But there’s actually been something I’ve been wanting to ask you.”

Kit immediately ran through all the possible outcomes of what he could ask. What if he knew about Livvy? What if he knew the real reason Kit had gone to Cirenworth? What-

“What’s going on between you and my brother?”

Kit halted, unsure of what to say.

“What do you mean?” He decided to say.

Julian raised an eyebrow. “You know. You and Ty. Sneaking off together, always being secretive? What’s going on?”

Kit internally let out a breath of relief. Not about Livvy.

“Nothing, really. We just-”

At that moment, Ty began to stir, quietly groaning as he shifted. Julian and Kit immediately lapsed into silence and watched Ty.

After a moment, Julian gestured to the hallway. “You stay with him. I’m going to go find Dru.” He said. “I think he’ll be in good hands.”

Kit nodded as Julian slipped out of the infirmary.

An hour later, after Magnus had come and worked his magic, Ty was still asleep.

Kit was stretched out a cot next to Ty’s, and was absentmindedly fiddling with the headphone cord that stretched between their beds.

He looked over at Ty, whose hair stood stark against the paleness of the bedsheets. His chest rose and fell, and his cheeks had a pink tint that Kit knew was usually only present when he had said something funny and Ty laughed almost uncontrollably.

Kit was about to go to sleep when Ty finally woke up.

“Kit ?” He rasped out. “Kit, where are you?”

He shot up immediately and got up. “Ty, I’m right here.” He said, perching at the edge of Ty’s bed.

His eyes scanned Kit, looking relieved. “What happened?” He asked, trying to sit up and wincing.

Kit grabbed onto his torso and gently helped pull him upright. “A Shax demon got you. Julian got Magnus to help heal you.” He said. “You’re in the infirmary right now.”

Ty looked around, taking in the rows of cots, the moonlight streaming through the wall of glass windows, and the disheveled and rumpled bed next to him.

“You…stayed with me?” He asked surprised.

“Of course,” Kit replied, “Why would I leave you?”

The corners of Ty’s lips tugged upwards. “Thank you, Watson.” He said. Then, he tugged the covers down.

“Where did it get me?” He asked quietly. “I can’t really feel any pain right now.”

“Yeah,” Kit cleared his throat. “Magnus gave you a lot of painkillers. So you wouldn’t be in agony.”

He walked over to the other side of the bed.

He motioned towards Ty’s shirt. “Can I-”

Ty nodded, and a slight tint crept into Kit’s face. He gently pulled up the side of Ty’s shirt, exposing an angry red slash that ran from the top of his hip bone and across his chest.

Ty took in the wound. “It’s going to leave a scar.” He remarked.

Kit nodded. After a moment, he pulled Ty’s shirt down.

“I should probably go tell Julian that you’re up.” He said awkwardly. “I’ll-”

“Stay.”

Kit’s gaze snapped to Ty.

“Are you sure?”

Ty nodded. “Please.”

Kit’s throat went dry as Ty scooted over to the other side of the small bed and gestured for him to join him.

“C’mon.”

Kit hesitantly settled into the space next to Ty. Their bodies were squished on the small mattress with absolutely no wiggle room, but they managed to shift around. Kit’s arm was awkwardly positioned above Ty’s head, Ty’s legs were tangled with Kit’s. They settled into their positions.

After several minutes, Kit couldn’t stand the silence. “Ty?”

No response. Kit propped himself up on his arm and scanned Ty. He had fallen asleep again. Great.

Kit stared at him, his calm face, his dark hair, his lithe and pale body pressed against his tanned one.

He took in Ty’s calm expression, a mask of peace blanketing his face.

After a moment of deliberation, Kit finally decided to go to sleep.

By the time Kit woke up, sunlight was streaming in through the windows. He could smell the distant whiff of a frittata, probably Aline’s doing.

He was about to get up, but froze when he looked down.

Somehow, during the night, both Kit and Ty had shifted in a way where Ty was half on top of Kit, using his chest as a pillow. Their legs were still tangled together, and one of Kit’s arms was wrapped around Ty’s waist.

He flushed, but before he could do anything, Ty began to stir.

Kit froze, unsure of what to do. What if when Ty woke up, he saw what had happened during the night and was mortified?

Kit was snapped out of his reverie when Ty yawned and opened his eyes.

“How long have you been watching me sleep?” He asked.

Kit flushed an even deeper shade of pink. “I just woke up. I was about to get out of bed when you started to wake up.”

Ty yawned again. He glanced at Kit, his eyebrows furrowing. “Your hair is a mess.”

Self consciously, Kit raised his hand to try and fix it.

Ty watched Kit struggle for a moment.

“Let me do it.”

He hesitated as Ty reached up and began fixing Kit’s hair, his slim fingers raking through his blonde curls. The tips of Kit’s ears slowly turned red as Ty scooted closer to him.

He could feel Ty’s steady breath against his neck as he said, “Okay, I think it looks fine.”

“Thanks.” Kit said abruptly, his cheeks deepening in color. This, of course, did not go unnoticed by Ty.

“Kit? You’re turning pink.” He noted.

He turned pinker. “Yeah. I know.”

Ty sat up next to Kit, so close that their noses were almost touching. Kit could feel his heart speeding up. “People usually blush when they’re embarrassed, but I don’t think it’s that. Is it?” He asked.

“No.”

Ty looked confused. “Then what is it?”

“You.”

Ty’s eyes widened slightly. “Did I do something wrong?”

Kit shook his head. “No, no. It’s not that. It’s just-”

He cut himself off, refusing to finish the sentence.

“Kit?”

“It’s just that…I really want to kiss you right now.” He said truthfully, his face burning. “But I can’t.”

“And why can’t you do that?”

Kit avoided Ty’s gaze. “Because you don’t want that.”

“Kit.” Ty said. “How do you know what I do and don’t want?”

His eyes flickered in Ty’s direction.

“The truth is, you don’t know what other people think.” Ty continued. “You don’t know if Tavvy is as lonely as he appears. You don’t know if Julian really has everything under control all the time.” His gray eyes pierced through Kit. “And the only way to really know how someone feels is through their actions.”

Kit’s heart sped up faster.

“So how do you know that that’s not what I want?”

Kit’s eyes found Ty’s. “I don’t.”

Ty’s eyes flickered.

“Can I kiss you?”

Kit gave a small nod.

Ty hesitantly leaned forward and gently pressed their lips together.

Kit gave a small gasp, his arms automatically wrapping around Ty’s waist. Ty gently raked a hand through his hair, his curls tickling his palm.

It felt as if they were speaking a language that only they knew. Kit lost himself in the push and pull of the gravity between them, the wordless dialogue tearing down the walls he had spent years building between him, between Ty.

When they broke apart, Ty’s face was flushed pink, his lips slightly swollen.

“Oh.” Kit said.

After taking a hot shower, Kit was still not one hundred percent sure that he hadn’t hallucinated the last hour.

His face told him otherwise. His lips felt slightly tingly, he had a permanent blush fixated across his cheeks and ears, and felt like he drank 20 cups of coffee.

After shrugging on a plain black shirt and his signature jacket, he headed down for breakfast in hopes that he could avoid the rest of the Blackthorns.

To his slight dismay, Tavvy and Dru were in the kitchen, eating frittata and laughing.

He quietly poured himself a bowl of cereal as they chatted.

“Julian said that Diana’s coming today.” Tavvy announced.

“Really?” Dru asked. “Isn’t she somewhere off with Gwyn or something?”

“I dunno.” Tavvy said after a moment of consideration. “I miss Diana.”

“I do, too.”

Kit choked on his cereal as Ty walked into the kitchen, wearing a black sweater and jeans.

Ty, upon seeing Kit, froze.

“Do you feel better, Ty?” Asked Tavvy.

Ty cleared his throat, a slight blush creeping into his cheeks. “Yeah, I’m doing better, thanks.”

Dru raised an eyebrow at Kit, who flushed and looked away.

“Ooookay,” Dru said, nodding. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing.” Kit and Ty immediately said.

“Uh huh.” She said, putting her plate in the sink and heading out of the kitchen. “See you later.”

“Wait up, ‘Silla!” Tavvy called, hopping out of his chair and running after her, leaving Ty and Kit alone in awkward silence.

After a moment of silence, Ty motioned towards the door.

“Well, I guess I’ll-”

“Stay. Please.”

Ty looked surprised.

“Kit…”

Kit took a step forward.

“Ty…I have liked you. For a long time. Probably since you held that knife against my throat in my dad’s basement.”

His face was bright pink, but he continued.

“And to tell you the truth��that night before the Cohort’s parley, the night you- I mean we, tried to raise Livvy? I meant it. Every word. I love you, Ty. I’ve loved you and you haven’t known it.”

#cassandra clare #shadowhunters #the wicked powers #books #kit herondale #ty blackthorn #kitty #the shadowhunter chronicles #tsc #kit rook #ty x kit #the last king of faerie #kit x ty #fanfic #fanfiction

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asco-bisco · 6 months ago

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head over heels - tyden fic

Summary: aiden sneaks into tyler's room while he's alone then proceeds to ambush and flirt with him while tyler is still trying to gather his feelings

btw there's swearing in this fic

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Tyler was lying in bed, trying his best to sleep. It was 1 in the morning, Taylor was at a sleepover and his mom was fast asleep. And then he got a text.

After checking who it was from, he opened it right away. He didn’t care about sleep anymore, Aiden just texted him.

Moron:

r ur windows locked or what?? 🤨

Tyler blinked at the message before he heard a light tap on his window. He jolted and sat up quickly, staring at his window intensely. He slowly made his way off his bunk bed, careful not to slip as it was dark and he couldn’t see shit.

Another tap was heard and he began hesitating. Only a white girl would look out his window in this situation but after he got a second text, the anxious feeling lightened.

Moron:

knock knock lol

Tyler didn’t have any blinds in his room, all he had to do was open the window and stick his head out in search of blond hair.

But he didn’t see any. The first thing he did was open his phone again and text the group chat.

You:

Someone call 911

Despite it being 1 in the morning, the others replied right away but at the same time, it’s only been an hour since they woke up from their hellish nightmares.

Tay💞:

WHAT HAPPENED

Space Nerd:

WHAT

Moron:

STFU TYLER

Dw guys he’s just overreacting 🥰

Van Gogh:

…guys Aiden’s not home

Tyler closed his phone and looked out the window again to see light coming from a nearby tree. “What the…” Tyler squinted his eyes, not finishing his sentence. The tree was near his window and the chance of Aiden being at his house was high, he was scared out of his mind.

A little bit of him wasn’t, knowing Aiden was going to be here with him at night, but he buried that little bit of excitement deep down.

A few more texts from his phone and the light disappeared. Tyler knitted his brows, maybe he was too tired for this and maybe Aiden was messing with him. Somehow.

He turned around and reached for his phone to check whatever happened and was genuinely freaked out as he heard a noise from behind him. Maybe he should close his window.

You:

SOMEONE CALL THE POLICE WTF

Okay, typing in all caps was going to worry them but Tyler was anxious. But before he could turn around to close his window, something heavy hit his back.

“AGH!” He fell to the ground and he heard chaotic laughter from whatever was on his back. He turned his head around and saw Aiden sitting on top of him, he should’ve known. “Haha, you should keep your windows closed” Aiden taunted him, a visible grin on his face Tyler could see as his eyes adjusted to to the dark. But there’s always a grin on his face yet every time Tyler sees Aiden, he hopes each time the grin is a little more genuine for him.

Aiden suddenly pulled out his phone as a string of dings and pings were heard from it. Before he could do anything, Tyler pushed himself up quickly and rolled over, causing Aiden to fall off him. “Ow!” Aiden exclaimed as he hit the ground and Tyler took his opportunity to take his phone.

“Hey!” Aiden bellowed and Tyler ran to the end of the room with Aiden’s now unlocked phone.

BEN🗣️🗣️👍❤️:

Aiden answer your phone

The group chat was already opened so Tyler took this opportunity to text them.

You:

THIS IS TYLER

I TOOK HIS FUCKING PHONE

BC HE’S INSANE

Tyler typed as fast as his thumbs would let him as Aiden began dashing at him and jumped on him before his next text could be sent.

You:

A1V*86:{]

“PSYCHO!” Tyler shouted as he was pinned on the floor and Aiden only laughed as he sat on top of him. “You’re window’s still open,” Aiden chuckled, glancing at the open window. Aiden suddenly jumped off Tyler who quickly stood up, confused and scared thinking someone else got inside only to see Aiden reach for Tyler’s still unlocked phone that lay on the floor near the window.

“Don’t touch my phone!” Tyler lunged at the blond who picked up the phone quickly and dashed out the door. “Fuck!” Tyler groaned and picked up Aiden’s phone off the ground, taking his time to walk out the door since it was not like Aiden could go anywhere.

Except for the front door

Aiden. Going through the front door. With Tyler’s unlocked phone.

Shit.

Tyler quickened his pace only to hear the sound of a door shutting and realized it was the bathroom door. Aiden didn’t leave Tyler’s house with his phone, thank the Lord. He groaned and walked back into his room.

TAYLORRR🛹🔧:

OH MY GOD IM COMING HOME TY

WHAT IS GOING ON

Ty⚾😤🤭:

No theres no need tay just have fun at ur sleepoever🥰

Tyler blinked at the phone. “...fuuuuucckkkkk,” He groaned, trying to ignore the fact his cheeks were warm just by seeing Aiden had Tyler as “Ty” with a string of emojis.

Ty. Aiden somewhat ‘secretly’ called Tyler ‘Ty’. Fuck, Tyler was head over heels for him.

The bathroom’s lock was one of those locks where it’s just a slit. On the inside, you just turn the lock and it’s closed. Tyler unlocks that lock from the outside with a coin or whatever he can find that’s thin but strong and the first object he can think of is a coin that was somewhere in his wallet that was somewhere in his room.

He made sure Aiden’s phone stayed open as he set it on the desk, taking glances before deciding to reply through Aiden’s phone again.

You:

HE HAS MY PHONE

THIS IS TYLER

THAT MORON HAS MY PHONE

BEN🗣️🗣️👍❤️ :

what

PEW PEW💥:

are they together rn…?

ASH🍊:

Uh-

Tyler rolled his eyes and continued searching for his wallet before finally finding it in his varsity jacket that hung on the chair tucked in the desk. He should’ve checked there first.

He glanced back at the phone before keeping his eyes on it as Aiden began exposing Tyler, not on a drastic level but the realization of Aiden having the ability to go through his phone only hit him now so he needed to hurry. He quickly opened his wallet with one hand and typed on Aiden’s phone with the other.

Ty⚾😤🤭:

OH MY GOD GUYS HE HAS ASHLYN AS CARROT TOP

LOGAN AS SPACE NERD

ASH🍊:

carrot top? tf

You:

STFU

BEN TELL UR STUPID ASS COUSIN TO GO HOME

Ty⚾😤🤭:

BEN AS VAN GOGH LOL

Tyler had enough of this, he found the coin and dropped his wallet, he’ll deal with the consequences of that later. As he ran down the hall to his bathroom, he felt grateful for once that his mom was somewhat of a heavy sleeper, she wasn’t going to wake up if Aiden were to scream.

But Tyler and Aiden had been screaming for a while now, she was fast asleep.

Once he reached the bathroom door, he still had Aiden’s phone with him so he bit on the coin careful not to get his saliva on it but the idea is still disgusting. He didn’t care that much, though.

PEW PEW💥:

wait

are you guys okay???

You:

Yeah that moron just climbed my window and got inside

brb promise we’re fine

TAYLORRR🛹🔧:

Oh my god Ty

U gave me a heart attack

You:

Ben get your ass over here

He finally closed Aiden’s phone and took the coin before inserting it into the slit of the doorknob and began twisting it. He ignored the pings coming from Aiden’s phone as the group chat continued to be filled with text before he finally unlocked the door.

He swung the door open and Aiden let out a yelp who was standing in the middle of the bathroom. “Give me back my phone!” Tyler lunged at the blond and now it was his turn to fall on the ground with Tyler on top of him. Aiden squirmed and began flailing his arms as Tyler’s phone was still in his hand.

Tyler reached for his phone but Aiden wouldn’t stop moving so Tyler resorted to the next thing his mind thought of. Tickling.

He reached for Aiden’s sides and tickled him. Aiden quickly erupted in laughter and his body automatically curled up, causing his hand to get near Tyler’s. Tyler reached for it and got his phone successfully, getting off Aiden as he did so.

“Ugh,” Aiden whined, “You’re so mean.” He groaned and got up. Tyler rolled his eyes and began exiting the bathroom, not knowing where Aiden’s phone went or the coin was in the process of everything. “You broke into my house,” Tyler commented as he turned his head around and watched Aiden roll his eyes with a shrug as if it was the most normal thing in the world. “I was bored,” Aiden chuckled.

Tyler rolled his eyes and began walking away. “Close the lights on your way out,” He commanded and heard the sound of the switch flick as he walked the dark halls. A few quick footsteps and Aiden was beside Tyler, the two walked to Tyler’s room in silence.

“Can I sleep here?” Aiden questioned, closing the door behind him. Tyler turned around, putting on the best poker face he could manage but it was dark, it didn’t matter if he failed to control the heat in his cheeks. “You’re stupid,” Tyler only managed to get two words out and that was stupid.

Aiden scoffed and opened his phone, where did he even find that? It was a quick open and close before he walked past Tyler to his window.

Tyler thought he was going to leave and he couldn’t tell whether that’d be heaven seeing that he could finally sleep in peace or hell because he would regret this decision later.

No, he heard the window shut behind him and he couldn’t turn around in time to see what Aiden was going to do next because he felt something against his back along with something around his waist.

“I’m cold,” Aiden spoke into Tyler’s shoulder sending shivers down his spine. There was a slight shudder in Aiden’s voice and his cheek felt cold against Tyler’s neck.

He froze. He looked down at the hands that intertwined at his abdomen reached for them and tried to unlock them. “D-Do you want me to get blankets?” Tyler was stuttering, he knew he was fucked. “W-Why are you h-hugging me?” If Tyler wasn’t screaming out loud then he was on the inside. Aiden wouldn’t let go and, damn, Aiden’s hands were unreasonably cold.

And Tyler’s face was unreasonably hot. He swore he was radiating heat at this point, his cheeks felt so hot he was going to get heatstroke.

“You’re really warm…” Aiden mumbled before finally lifting his head. “I’m also tired, by the way,” He chuckled softly, his breath tickling Tyler’s ear. “YOU’RE GOING TO KILL ME!!” Tyler shouted in his head as he froze again. “T-The fuck you want me to do!?” Tyler’s feelings got ahead of him and his voice was louder than it needed to be, he sounded like an idiot.

“I wanna sleep,” Aiden sighed, his breath hitting Tyler’s neck. Tyler had it. He wasn’t going to let this slide, he had to get Aiden off him before things got worse.

Tyler blinked and started trying to get Aiden’s arm off him again. “T-Then go home and sleep!” Tyler argued, struggling to get Aiden’s arms off him and ignoring how Aiden tightened his grip. “Noooo!” Aiden whined, head hitting Tyler’s shoulder again. “It’s so cold outside!” Aiden suddenly let go of his own hands and took Tyler’s hands.

“See how cold my hands are!” Aiden wrapped his hands around Tyler’s and it was cold. Tyler tried so hard to control his heart, it was beating so painfully loud against his chest that he couldn’t even hear his thoughts. “Woah,” Aiden chuckled, “Your hands are really warm.”

“That’s it!” Tyler threw Aiden’s arms off him and spun around. “F-Fine! Go sleep on my bed or something!” Tyler huffed and turned around to leave the room. He couldn’t face Aiden anymore, everything was too much.

If he was tired before he was pumping with adrenaline now.

“Where are you going?” Aiden questioned, not moving from his position. Tyler took Taylor’s pillow and blanket from the spot on her bottom bunk before approaching the door. “Sleeping downstairs,” Tyler finally got his voice to calm down now Aiden wasn’t that close anymore. “My spot’s on the top, by the way–” “--We aren’t sleeping together?”

Tyler froze, his hand was reaching for the doorknob and Aiden just had to let his mouth run. “W-What!?” Tyler whipped his head around and Aiden was standing with his head tilted. Tyler couldn’t read Aiden’s facial expression like this but it’s not like he was going to get closer to find out.

“I-I don’t know!” Aiden blurted out, “I thought we were just gonna sleep in your bed or something..” Tyler tried so hard not to scream. “...together…?” His voice was quiet and it cracked, he sounded like a mouse. He didn’t even know if Aiden heard him but there was a nod. “Yeah,” Aiden answered, his voice calmer than Tyler’s.

Tyler was more excited than he should’ve been. The thought of being in bed with Aiden. On Tyler’s not wide enough bed. Close together.

Fuck, Aiden really did have Tyler head over heels for him.

Tyler opened his mouth but nothing came out, he wanted to say yes. Say something like “Aiden, I’m in love with you and I will gladly go to bed with you” but no, Tyler was speechless. Out of all the times his vocal chords decided to stop working it had to be now.

“Say something!” Tyler shouted at himself.

Aiden cleared his throat. “...Okay so I made things awkward,” He sighed and Tyler could see him rub his face. “Ugh…Sorry,” Aiden apologized, “I’ll just sleep downstairs or leave or–” “--No! W-We can sleep!” Tyler finally managed to talk and he didn’t care how loud he was being or if he was showing more excitement than he should be.

He wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass.

Tyler put Taylor’s blanket and pillow back on her bed, his phone getting lost somewhere in that. “Come on,” Tyler began climbing the ladder to the top and Aiden followed. Tyler crawled onto the bed before turning around and watching Aiden do the same.

Aiden let out a sigh as he fell on the bed, head in Tyler’s pillow. Tyler’s pillow.

Aiden looked at Tyler who was only sitting up. “Are you going to lie down?” Aiden snickered and Tyler had to throw his feelings out the window for two seconds if he wanted to move. Tyler didn’t respond, he wanted to but couldn’t think of a proper response so he silently got under the covers as Aiden did the same.

“Am I dreaming? I’m going to cry if I’m dreaming,” Tyler put his head down. Right beside Aiden’s. Yeah, he’s so fucked.

Aiden shuddered again, how cold can this guy be? “Are you still cold?” Tyler knitted his brows and began sitting up again. “I-I can get more blankets,” Tyler offered, “Yeah, I’ll just get more blankets…” Before he could fully sit up, Aiden pulled him back down, arm wrapping around Tyler’s torso.

Once Tyler’s back hit the bed, he felt something on top of him.

“I’ll get warm eventually,” Aiden spoke into Tyler’s chest.

In a matter of seconds, Aiden pulled Tyler down and laid his head on Tyler.

Tyler’s heart was beating so fast he knew Aiden could hear it, he was positive. He was so sure Aiden could feel it beating, hear it. He was so screwed.

“Like I said,” Aiden mumbled, “You’re really warm…”

“Yep, this is a dream,” Tyler eventually relaxed but his face was still warm and his heart wouldn’t calm down. Aiden had wrapped his arms around Tyler and entangled their legs under the covers. Tyler was still, letting Aiden do whatever at this point.

To think this was all happening because Tyler didn’t go downstairs fast enough. Because he didn’t turn around in time. Because he had to open the message from Aiden and open his window. He had to.

And he didn’t regret it.

Aiden was against him, breath tickling his chest as Aiden shuddered yet again.

“...I can get blankets–”

“--Shut up and go to sleep.”

Yeah, Tyler didn’t regret it one bit.

He hesitantly raised his hand before putting it on Aiden’s head. He waited for a response: none. He ran his hands through Aiden’s hair.

“Am I really doing this right now?” Tyler held his breath and closed his eyes, twirling strands of hair in between his fingers, his heart was doing backflips.

Out of nowhere, Aiden started shuffling a bit, lifting himself off the bed for a second before lying back down.

But instead of his head on Tyler’s chest, he had moved up so his head was resting in the crook of Tyler’s neck. His chest was against Tyler’s, nearly on top of it, and his leg draped over Tyler’s thigh. Suddenly, Tyler felt something touch his hand, Aiden’s.

Tyler couldn’t tell if this was an invitation to hold hands but they’re basically cuddling and holding hands is usually before that.

So Tyler moved his hand and Aiden took it immediately, intertwinning their hands. He could feel Aiden smile against his neck.

Tyler was going to explode. He was going to die. Something was going to happen to Tyler and it was because of Aiden Clark, something always happened to Tyler because of Aiden Clark. Tyler’s peace got invaded because of Aiden Clark, Tyler couldn’t think properly around Aiden because of, well, Aiden Clark, and Tyler’s heart would beat rapidly because of Aiden Clark.

Aiden this, Aiden that.

God, Tyler was obsessed.

He was head over heels.

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part 2:

#tyden #tyler x aiden #aiden x tyler #school bus graveyard #sbg #sbg tyler #sbg aiden #aidler #sbg tyden #sbg ashlyn #sbg ben #sbg taylor #sbg fanfic

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ada7201 · 1 year ago

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what are you doing?

Nagi x reader

very short, sorry (´；Д；`)

got a little bored and felt like writing, so here ♡♡ and don’t forget to request if you have anything you want me to write! ( ＾∀＾)

“y/n, what are you doing?” Nagi asks you, his muscular arms wrapping around your waist as you tapped about on your phone.

“you’ve asked that question 10 times in the past half hour, Sei.” you sigh, a hand reaching out to soothingly scratch at his head.

he nuzzled his head into your lap, simply mumbling incoherent words in response.

Nagi, your boyfriend, resembled a pet sloth more than a boyfriend most of the time.

after around 5 minutes of you scratching Nagi’s head and rubbing his back, his eyes grew heavier and he soon fell asleep.

after a few hours of Nagi peacefully sleeping, he woke up to the sound of you giggling.

“what are you doing, n/n?” he’d ask, sleepy eyes looking up at you as he raises his head.

“nothing, Sei.”

the evening went by, and night soon fell afterwards.

when morning came, you were already up and out of bed. your friends had invited you to go out for lunch, and it was … 10 am!

you should have enough time to get ready, right?

well, you would have had enough - if Nagi wasn’t hugging onto you the whole time.

“what are you doing?” he mumbles into the nape of your neck, watching as you fixed yourself up.

he never really understood why you took so much time to get ready. to him, you were beautiful before and after.

“getting ready.” you respond, smiling softly at your lazy boyfriend.

as soon as you were ready, you dashed for the door, where Nagi bid you a tearful goodbye.

“do you really need to go?”

“yes, i do - I can’t just decline my friend’s offer.”

“please stay?”

“i can’t.”

you managed to free yourself from his grasp and catch up with your friends.

“y/n! what took you so long?” your friends would chuckle.

“oh, you know.” you smile back, before your phone pinged.

sei <3

wht r u doing

i miss u

#nagi x y/n #nagi x you #nagi seishiro #nagi x reader #bllk x reader #bllk x you #blue lock #bllk #bllk x y/n #seishiro nagi x reader #seishiro nagi

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quilly72 · 2 months ago

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come on just for one night let loose" they cheered her on. Debby had just walked in to her roommates having a party with the guys from the floor above. They handed her a drink as she tried to shrug it off but found their cries incessant. "Come on just once if you don't want to that's fine but we wanna include you Deb."

She weighed her options. Classes had been a breeze lately and she didn't really have anything to early. She grabbed the drink from Abigail's hand as she downed it. The rest of the night was a blur. Dancing karaoke? And she think she ended up hooking up with one of the guys.

...

Sure enough Deb woke up the next morning her bedsheets smelling like cologne and beer. The guy long gone. Her alarm clock blared as she threw her arm down to the socket unplugging it. She leaned up. Her clothes awfully tight. She had fallen asleep in what was left of her clothing. Her skirt dug into her waist and her shirt into her chest. Which. Seemed. Larger?. Maybe the birth control she was on was finally doing it's magic. She hurriedly got ready for her econ class. She had made a bad habit of showing up late lately and she wasn't sure how many more times she could manage to sneak in 10 minutes late again.

She slouched off her bed. Her clothes constricting her. She felt something in her throat build up. It was painful it was persistent it was. A hiccup.

*hicc*

Deb shot up. Her eyeline not quite settling back down. She wobbled as she felt her knees buckle. Her chest tightening as she breathed in. Her shirt constraining her as it wrapped around her shoulders.

She quickly tore her clothing off it smelling like sweat and alcohol as she found the first pairs of clothing that were clean. She rolled the leggings up her calves as thighs as they drew tight mid thigh.

"come on stupid just work."

She looked for where the knot was but couldn't find any. Maybe they were just a size too small. She shrugged it off as she put her new skirt on. She had trouble strapping it against her waist as she struggled with the fabric. "Stupid cheepy clothing just work" she finally clasped it shut. The waistband painfully tight and not as long as she remembered. "I thought this was mud thigh this barely covers my panties." She muttered.

She rolled her eyes as she glimpsed the clock. Already late.

She threw her shirt and bra off. Catching another glimpse of herself. Her boobs were certainly bigger. Maybe she was having a late growth spurt. She found her biggest bra. 32c she clasped it around. Even her loosest bra constraining her just a bit as it pushed her cleavage up. Finally she grabbed an old highschool sweater as she pushed down her torso. The fabric hugging her as she forced it down. "Everything's too small. These stupid dryers keep shrinking my clothes."

She snatched the first pair of heels she could as she bustled through the door snatching her purse and textbook. Her heels were tight and wobbly as she rushed to class. They felt about 3 sizes too small as she curled her toes to fit into them. She brushed it off she didn't have time for this today. She would get new clothes later she thought. She finally reached her classroom. She shakily put a hand on the door as she slowly opened it. As she slinked into the classroom she quietly shut the door behind her. Then.*hicc*

Any plans to enter quietly were dashed as she announced her presence. The professor scowled as she awkwardly smiled back. She felt half the class staring at her. Her vertigo washed over her. As she felt as if she hopped up but never fell back down. Her heels far too tight as she wobbled to an open seat. Her cleavage swelling just a bit further up her sweater as her skirt hugged her thighs.

She managed to slink into a chair as she took off her heels. Her feet screaming in pain. She looked down. Her leggings were rather thin today. She might just need a new wardrobe. She opened her textbook as hic

She raised her hand to her mouth as the Prof rolled his eyes. She bounced up again. Her seat bouncing in place as she spasmed.

Deb clawed at her sweater readjusting it. Her boobs felt and looked swollen. Maybe her bra was squeezing them just Abit too much. She felt her skirt tighten around her waist. She tried to focus on class but the tightness of her clothing was becoming unbearable.

Just then her throat tightened. Deb held her breath but her hiccups were consistently stubborn. Her throat throbbed in pain as her eyes teared up. HICC

Deb bounced in her chair. Her legs sprawling out from underneath. A small tear appearing on the knees and thighs of her leggings. Her skirt button popped off to the ground as her skirt still hugged her body. Her sweater revealed a but of belly as she tried strectching it down. Her bra broke a clasp in the back as she saw her eyeliner raise an inch. Her head washing with vertigo.

"MRS. PETERSON please get a hold of yourself or dismiss yourself from my class

Deb nodded quickly as she examined her body. She barely payed mind to her class as she tried strectching her sweater down to cover herself the fabric rubbing out of give as it tightened around her chest. Deb caved in her shoulders as to cover her stomach. She then shimmied her skirt a bit further down as her thighs began exposing themself a but more than she was comfortable.

Deb felt ad if the class was staring at her. Her body hot and steamy. Every nerve ready to fire at a moments notice. "What is happening" she muttered.

She tried to pick up a pencil and take some notes but another wave of vertigo rushed through her. Her head throbbing as another hiccup forced it's way to the surface. Deb groaned silently as her face contorted. She held her breath. Her face turning red from exhaustion.

She was holding this back for as long as possible she needed this class and she couldn't risk missing more lectures. Her toes clenched and her hands clasped her desk as she dug in. Her throat screaming in pain as the pressure built. Her eyes watered as she clasped them shut. Her teeth gritting before the pressure forced it's way to the surface.

Ehhhhh. Was all that escaped her closed lips.

Deb shot up another couple inches. Her eyes darting back and forth as she started piecing the puzzle together. "Am I... Growing"

No that was impossible. It couldn't be but... Her cleavage was practically on full display her bra hanging on by a dream. Her panties nearly viewable under her skirt that barely passed as underwear at this point. Her legs sprawled out from underneath her desk further than they even could. Her leggings were painfully thin and ripped as her thighs were now much thicker and longer.

Her sweater was more of a crop top and she seemed to be taller than her neighbor even though she was pretty sure he was..*HICC*

Deb hadn't been paying attention. She confirmed her suspicions however when she raised up in her seat. Her bra snapping off as the back shattered. Her butt peaked out the bottom of her skirt as her panties ripped. Her leggings were more strings than anything else.

"THATS IT CLASS DISMISSED.. MS PETERSON STAY BEHIND"

Deb watched the class leave her. She did the best to cover up as she received a couple of glances.. her clothes seconds from splintering off of her as she held another round of hiccups back.

Her professor approached her desk slowly but surely. She felt her throat tighten but was far too scared to even dare let one out now. "Ms Peterson would you like to tell me why you insist on being a throne in my side."

She dare not open her mouth as her throat throbbed. Her body heating up under the pressure as he made his way closer. She curled into a ball. Her arms covering her now considerable cleavage the other bending her skirt down to conceal her lack of underwear. Her legs folding down and backwards to fit under her desk.

"I'll wait for an answer."

Deb swallowed buying herself a second. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to..."

It came back stronger cutting her off. Her throat throbbing as her eyes teared up.

"I'm willing to give you another chance but one more distraction this semester and I will fail you.

Deb barely listened her body screamed as she clasped her face. Her eyes amd nose scrunched as she gritted her teeth. It continued to build up harder longer faster. The pressure felt ready to burst as she squirmed. "Mrs Peterson are you even listening to a word I just said"

Hicc hic HICC

Deb raised up three times. Her legs kicking out from under their desk. Her leggings gone in seconds as they snapped up. Deb gasped for air as she raised up. Her butt swelled out as her skirt snapped in the back. Her ass enveloping the seat as her chair tipped backwards. Her sweater tore as her shoulders ripped it in half. Her cleavage only covered by her father shirt. She fell backwards her legs flipping the desk over onto her professor as he stumbled backwards. She lay on the ground as another hiccup came.

Deb raced to her feet gathering her torn shreds to cover herself "I'm so sorry I can't stop I don't know what's happening." Hic

She bounced up again she was easily 7 8 feet tall now. Her head at the top of the doorframe. She lowered a hand to her professor as he stumbled on the ground. "You stupid bitxh you good for nothing since I'll have your ass suspended by the... End.. of..." He trailed off as he looked at her towering frame

She stared at him coldly processing his words.

Hic

She shot up her head 9 ft tall. Her hair almost to the ceiling. Her boobs covering half her chest. Her hips probably already too wide to fit through a door. "What are you gonna do to me" she took a step forward as he crawled back away from her.

Hic

Her head brushed the ceiling as she bounced again. Her head rushed with vertigo but she powered through it her teeth gritting. "You wanna say that again".

She cocked her head to the side as her hair scared against the ceiling tiles. She lunged as her professor stuttered. He jumped back his back meeting the far wall.

Hic hic.

Deb fell to her knees as her shoulders pressed into the ceiling then her upper back. She crawled forward as she towered over him. She grabbed him in her hand wrapping around his frail body as she squeezed. He squirmed and gasped for breath as she hiccuped again

Her body spasming cracking one or two bones as she held him. He barely spat out words as her back raised to the ceiling. On all 4s the classroom wouldn't last much longer. She stared coldly at the begging man in her grasp. "Make it up to me.. please me"

Hic her head surged into the wall as she bent her neck. She lowered him down to her pussy as she motioned for him to begin. She felt hi. Immediately squirming and writhing in her. The walls bent outward as she moaned. Her shrieks piercing the walls she would soon break. Hic. The ceiling tiles pushed up into the void above. Her head dented the brick wall backwards. As her legs bent the inner wall further back. Her butt smashing the door pinned shut.

"more come on just. A little MORE.

Hmmm yeah please ahhh ahhh AHHHHHIC

She rocketed up her body smashing the classroom open. Her legs spasming out into the lobby. Her head smashing outside. She stared at her new victims the power having gone to her head quickly. She reached for the closest handful as she forced them down into her. "More give me more."

#giantess growth #giantess #gtsgrowth

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oldwritingm · 1 year ago

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Heyyy:))) I love your wir ihn soo muchhhhh and I wanted to ask if u could write a story Kyle x fem reader so basically she’s like sitting in a park at night and Kyle comes from sport or idk and meets her and they know each other from school and they like think they other one is cool and so they talk and her parents are not home and she can’t come home cause she has no key and that’s why they go to his home and she sleeps at the couche (his parents aren’t home ) but there’s a thunderstorm so she comes to Kyle and they sleep together in his bed ( NOT sexually) just cuddling 😍

Here you are my dove!

Word count: 1k

South Park - Staying at Kyle’s House During a Storm

You crossed your arms, huffing. You watched your breath—coming out as steam in the cold—float and fade into oblivion. Man, what am I going to do…

You were snapped out of your rumination at the sound of your name. You turned around to see Kyle Broflovski, a boy from your school, approaching the picnic table you were sitting at.

“Y/n, right?” He confirmed, cocking an eyebrow.

“Yeah, that’s my name. And you’re Kyle, right?”

He nodded with a little grin. “We have a few classes together, I think.”

“Oh, yeah. You’re the one who always knows the answer to every question. Honestly, I'm a little jealous,” you chuckled.

“Really? Most people just think I'm a nerd for that.”

“I think it’s cool.”

“Thanks, I guess. You’re pretty cool too.”

Then, glancing at the setting sun, he asked: “What are you doing out so late? It’ll be dark soon.”

You sighed. “I’m locked out of my place. My parents are on vacation and I completely forgot to get my key before they locked the house.”

Kyle hummed, going quiet. You fell back into your thoughts. Maybe I have enough money for a crummy motel or someth—

“You could come to my place,” Kyle suggested.

“Huh? Oh, I could never—I mean, I wouldn’t want to intrude or anything.”

Kyle waved his hand dismissively. You weren’t sure if it was just the cold, but you swore his cheeks went a bit pink. “It’s not a big deal. You could crash on the couch.”

You were about to decline again, but you noticed dark clouds churning on the horizon, and suddenly you were inclined to accept.

Luckily Kyle’s house wasn’t too far from the park. On the way there he entertained you with a rather humorous story from after-school tutoring. Apparently, the guy he was tutoring chewed his pen so hard that it exploded, dyeing his whole mouth black.

You giggled, imagining with pity the poor kid brushing his teeth relentlessly when he got home.

When you reached Kyle’s house, you decided to return the favor with a story of your own while you both sat on the couch. It just so happened that Kyle’s mother was in the kitchen as you told the story, and it tickled her so well that she came in to introduce herself. Learning about your predicament, she was more than glad to have you over for the night, and even invited you to eat dinner with the family.

Needless to say, the evening went quite well. When it was finally time to turn in for the night, Mrs. Broflovski piled you with so many quilts that you didn’t think you’d be able to move until morning. You could see Kyle trying not to laugh from where he stood in the stairwell. You shot him a discreet playful glare, which earned a little smirk from him as he turned to go to his own room.

You couldn’t have been asleep for longer than two hours when a soft hiss woke you up. It seemed that the rain clouds you saw earlier were fulfilling their promise of a storm; the hiss was coming from the shower outside.

You wriggled under the quilts, repositioning yourself before trying to get back to sleep.

A loud boom rattled you suddenly, and your eyes flew open. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears as you desperately heaved yourself out from your cozy entrapment and dashed up the stairs. You didn’t even think; you just ran, and in a moment you found yourself in Kyle’s room.

He was already awake, propped up on his elbows while he looked at his window. His head turned when you entered.

“What’s up?” He rasped sleepily.

“Th-the storm,” you stammered, quivering with adrenaline.

“Yeah, it’s getting crazy out there.” Then, realizing what you probably meant, he asked if you were afraid of it.

You nodded vigorously.

Kyle looked at the window, contemplating. “You wanna stay in here?” He was grateful that you couldn’t see the color on his face in the darkness.

You nodded again, a little slower. You looked around for a blanket, planning to sleep on the floor beside Kyle’s bed, but you were surprised to see him sit up fully and scoot towards the wall. He patted the mattress beside him.

You hesitated, but a flash of lightning made you lunge under the covers. You clapped your hands over your ears, already dreading the horrible noise.

Kyle was readjusting the blankets when the crash of thunder reverberated through the house. Small yips escaped both of you, and at the same time you grabbed each other.

With Kyle’s arms around you, and your hands clasping the fabric on his chest, you were both frozen, anticipating the next boom. You didn’t even have time to be embarrassed at this sudden intimate display; less than ten seconds later, another rumbling boom sounded.

You stayed like that for a long time, squeezing anxiously together, moving ever so slightly closer at each noise. You weren’t sure when exactly, but eventually you fell asleep.

When you woke up in the gray morning light, the first thing you noticed was the silence; more specifically, the absence of the hissing rain. You breathed a sleepy sigh of relief. The storm was over.

The next thing you noticed was the pajama shirt that your face was mushed into. You stared at it blankly as you tried to recall whose it might be.

“You awake?” The cracking morning voice of Kyle Broflovski filled your ears. Your face instantly went ten shades darker.

“Um, yeah.”

Kyle hummed, letting out a slow breath that seemed to show that he was still half-asleep himself. You pushed away a little, but his arms tightened around you.

“No, not yet. You’re warm.”

So are you. You thought assentingly, deciding that it couldn’t hurt to lay like this a little longer. At least until Mrs. Broflovski called you down for breakfast.

“Hey, Kyle?”

“Hm?”

“Thanks.”

“For what?”

“Staying with me.”

“Oh. No biggie.”

“Still.”

He didn’t respond; he had fallen back asleep. With an amused smile and pinkness lingering on your cheeks, you decided to follow his example.

Thank you for this request! And thanks for reading, have a good one loves <33

(divider by saradika)

#south park #south park x reader #kyle broflovski #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle x reader

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fyodors--ushanka · 7 months ago

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Stoner BSD Headcanons

My brain is unwell, so I am writing headcanons abt BSD characters getting high. SSK and SSKK

Atsushi:

Our innocent bean was invited to Dazai's house to 'hang out'

He walked in to see Yosano passing Ranpo a joint and Dazai with a bong, passing it to Chuuya.

He was confused, and Dazai got him to hit the bong.

Everyone already mentioned watched him expectantly, To which he started coughing.

Chuuya felt bad, so he got him a cup of water.

Tachihara arrived, so they had a "How many hits until you can't feel your limbs" contest.

Atsushi won, bc Tachihara gave up as Atsushi was clearly tweaking and refused to stop.

He passed out on the kitchen floor, and woke up 2 hours later to a high Akutagawa falling on him bc Akutagawa ate 4 edibles. He smoked more and fell asleep being spooned by Akutagawa.

Tachihara:

Heard abt a function, so he showed up.

Was shocked to see Atsushi on his 3rd bong rip.

"I thought he was innocent!" "Haha! Look at his mentor. It was bound to happen."

Smoked 3 blunts between him, Yosano, and Ranpo.

Decided to have the contest with Atsushi

7 hits later, Atsushi was clearly tweaking, but refused to stop. So he gave up and smoked a blunt in the corner.

He was concerned abt Atsushi greening out as it was Atsushi's first time smoking.

He fed Akutagawa edibles, hoping for the ship to sail.

Everyone went outside, leaving Atsushi and Akutagawa inside.

"FUCK YEAH!"

Dazai:

Is the reason the function happened.

He smoked with Chuuya

Before Atsushi arrived, Him, Chuuya, Ranpo, and Yosano made an agreement to get Atsushi to smoke to help their ship sail.

Was sorta proud to successfully introduce Atsushi to weed.

He was 6 joints in when Atsushi arrived.

He smoked a scary amount of pot before running upstairs with Chuuya to fuck.

Fell asleep holding Chuuya.

Woke up 14 hours later and smoked.

Yosano:

Sat next to Ranpo with an ashtray full of smoked joints.

Bit Dazai bc he tried to take her joint.

Her and Dazai plotted for hours of how they were gonna sail the ship.

She brought her own weed so that way no one could take it.

Shit talked for hours

Teased Atsushi

"Awww~ Is Our little innocent Atsushi too high?"

Watched 90 day fiance for 9 hours.

Kicked Ranpo off the couch.

Ranpo:

He smoked like 6 joints, ate 6 brownies, and hit the bong 4 times.

Eyes absolutely refused to open, even if he was curious.

Got couch locked.

He raided Dazais fridge and ordered door dash at 3 am

He didn't talk much

Played monopoly with Chuuya, Dazai, and Yosano.

"Ranpo, Give Dazai your $200, you landed on his property."

"No! He's in jail! I'm not gonna give money to a criminal!"

Chuuya:

CHAOS

Bit at least 2 people over weed.

Threw a book at Dazai, got reprimanded and cried, yelling "I'm sad!"

Was comforted by Atsushi

Smoked 7 joints and ate a shit ton of brownies

kinda felt bad for Atsushi bc he smoked Dazais potent ass weed.

Got his back blown out, prone bone position

Heavily ships SSKK

Gin:

Had an ashtray full of smoked joints.

Watched shameless

Did everything to get Ryunosuke with Atsushi

Cooked food for Everyone.

Played Uno with Ryunosuke

Put THC oil in all the food

"Damn! You won again." "Ryu..Shut the fuck up."

Shit talked with Yosano

Ryunosuke:

Ate too many edibles

Was confused when he saw Atsushi

Wasn't able to smoke

Kissed Atsushi as he slept

spooned Atsushi bc Atsushi was shivering

Didn't let anyone near Atsushi

woke up hours later and Ate more edibles.

This sucked-

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jakeysbuttsheeks · 1 year ago

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Godfather 1x

Warnings: profanity, age gap , daddy kink , mature themes , sexual content , sex , fingering , piercing play , thigh riding , oral sex , typos , grammatical mistakes , other shit

Parings: Jake x fem reader

18+ minors dni

Previous part

You woke up tucked tightly under Jake's arm as he lay next to you. You could tell he was going to have one hell of a hangover. But his eyes looks so innocent while he slept , his lips pursed open with small snores breathing out , his hair a fanned out mess on his cheek and the pillows. He smelt extensively of alcohol and cigarettes and his shampoo and a slight dash of his perfume.

You thought of last night and the way he said all those things with that look in his eyes. And the way he kissed you and cuddled you to bed. You wished he did more but obviously he was too drunk to stay awake any longer. You hoped he meant what he said last night and that it wasn't the alcohol talking shit.

But you remembered what he said "the alcohol just gives me confidence. It doesn't make up the words for me" it replays in your head. You hoped he meant it and didn't want up and ask you to forget it ever happened again.

You wanted to lean in and kiss him and cuddle into him before he work up , just in case . but you didn't want to wake him up , he needed to rest , plus you were late for work. You lay there staring for a good few minutes before you tried to get out from his hold, making you making him shuffle slightly but he still didn't wake up .

You decide to make breakfast instead of Jake for a change. Plus Jake would probably be too hungover to do it anyway.

You were in the kitchen, halfway through making breakfast when you heard Jake's phone ringing from his room.

"fuck- what?" Jake hisses from his wopping headache as he answers the phone.

"where the fuck are you ? We have a pomo today" Sam barks over the phone.

"shit" Jake groans as he sits himself up and holds the phone away from his ear to look at the time.

"I'll be there" Jake says before hanging up and getting out of bed , walking over to his bathroom where he noticed the half smoked cigarette and empty glass of water from last night on his sink counter and it immediately hit him.

He recollected every word from what happened last night, up unto when the two of you got into bed. For a second he wondered if it was a dream. But the cigarette and the glass on the counter was proof.

He brushed his teeth and dressed up for work as fast as he could, coming out of his room to find you , wondering why he woke up to an empty bed if you fell asleep with him.

"Jake finally" your eyes light up when you see him as he approached you by the stove.

"i was getting worried. We're late for work. How are you feeling?" you say, looking at him slightly concerned, he didn't seem to be worried about what you were saying though , his eyes looked around the kitchen with a small amused smile on his face .

"what are you doing in my kitchen?" He asks in a sneaky tone, a smirk curled over the corner of his mouth as he closed in on you , his eyes fixed to your lips.

"making breakfast?" You answer as your cheeks turned red as you fought the urge to stare back at his perfect heart shaped lips.

"i made you coffee too. For your hangover" you say , pouting out your lip slightly to make sure he couldn't miss a chance to kiss you , he inched closer to you and held your hips. You caught onto how he smelt fresh now , his perfume and toothpaste.

"aren't you a doll-" Jake cuts himself off as he tilts his head and presses his lips into yours .You feel your stomach flip as you fall against him and giggle into the kiss , wrapping your arms around his neck to purely enjoy the feeling of his lips against yours.

It felt different from last night's kiss. Last night's kiss felt like a dream , like a fiction you'd made up or some delusional daydream. But this one felt so real. It felt familiar, like you've kissed his lips a thousand times. You did , but only in your dreams. You couldn't believe this kiss was not some painfully realistic dream , and that it was infact actually happening.

"I'm sorry about last night" Jake breaks the kiss and parts from you . His words making your heart drop to the floor and shatter , tears almost fought their way. Sorry? What was he sorry about ?

"sorry?- wh-?" you barely speak in confusion.

"about the puking" Jake elaborates as he serves out some of the pasta you'd made into a bowl and you feel the biggest relief as you sigh and break into a smile.

"I meant everything I said last night. I was talking about me being drunk off my ass" Jake adds , noticing your relief . Your cheeks flushed red.

"I'm just glad you got home safe. I've seen you worse back when you and Josh used to hang out with dad" you say as you watch him grab a fork and sit down at the table.

"oh fuck that. I'm too old for that shit now" Jake says, making you laugh.

"coffee" you say as you set down the hot mug next to his bowl.

"you're not eating?" He asks with a full mouth as he grabs your wrist before you walk away.

"i already did" you say as he pulls your arm around his neck , making you wrap your other arm around his neck too and bend down to his level behind him, your ear against his.

"you're not lying to me right?" Jake asks and you turn your face to press your lips against his cheek , the smile never leaving your face.

"no. I ate while I was cooking" you speak with your lips against his cheek , pressing a peck there before standing up straight. You could see the pink tint on Jake's cheeks , but he played it cool.

"I dont want you skipping meals y|n" Jake says as he feeds himself another mouth while you walk to the counter to clear it up.

"im not" you answer.

"good girl" Jake says nonchalantly. It made your kness weak to hear him praise you like that. For a second you stopped what you were doing to imagine what he'd sound like saying that to you in bed while you did your best for him to feel good .

"you ready? Let's go" Jake sits up from the table and puts his bowl in the dishwasher before heading to the fridge to grab water.

You forgot to answer him as you watched his lips pursed out to the mouth of the cold water bottle, thristly drinking it down as his Adams apple bobbed in his stretched out throat. Even his damn fingers looks so pretty just holding the bottle up.

You snap your head away and blink before he noticed you drooling over him .

"yeah let's go were late" you say as you gather your sanity and head to the front door , knowing Jake would follow behind you.

He slipped on his beatup leather boots and grabbed his keys as he left with you , the two of you rushing to the car. But you were suprised when you saw Jake heading to the passager's side of the car as he opened the car with the keys making the car a beep.

"are you letting me drive!?" You gasp in excitement as you watched him open the passangers side door .

"hell no. I'm just opening the door for you" he say and your excitement drops to a annoyed expression as you make your way over to him as he held the door open for you.

You roll your eyes at him as he smiled at you while you got in . He made sure you were fully in before closing the door for you . You were annoyed but you couldn't help the way the butterflies tickled your stomach.

He then got into the car from the driver's side , starting the engine and pulling out of the driveway , his hand finding placement on your knee . You hoped he'd keep it there . And he did. Funny how a few months ago you wished for the exact thing . And now it was happening . It was almost too good to be true .

You reached quicker than expected. Maybe because you were focused on Jake's hand in your upper thigh , genuinely keeping it there to be close to you with his thumb gently caressing the skin. You watched his eyes on the road and his other hand on the steering.

"waitt" Jake rushed as you got out of the car.

"whatt? we're late" You copied his tone as you got out and closed the door , Jake coming up beside you before you could walk in.

His hands came up to cup your face before he closed in and kissed your lips softly . His adoration for you was shown clearly when he kissed you. And it never failed to make your face red and your stomach tickle every single time.

"see you after work" he says as he breaks away , giving you a quick peck on the cheek . You could help but smile widel to yourself as you watched him part away and go inside , catching a glimpse of his ass too. I mean how could you not?

"well well well , look who it is" Josh says as Jake walks in.

"sorry guys. I have a hangover" Jake says as he picks up his guitar case.

"you seem to be awfully pleased about that though- did something happen?" Josh asks sceptically , noticing the excitement that his twin tried to mask the minute he walked in .

"well" Jake sighed , trying to bury his excitement as he looked away , trying hard not to smile but failing miserable. The excitement on his face and the pink tint on his cheeks said everything.

"Jake!? Are you fucking blushing right now?!" Josh gasps in pure shock as he tried to get a better look at his twin.

"yes he is look at his face!" Sam pointed with a laugh.

"fuck off. All of you!" Jake snapped , trying to pretend he wasn't feeling like a giggly teenager who's head over heels with his first love.

"oh my god- what is going on" danny says between the chaos.

"Jake fucked y|n! Jake fu-" Sam yelled , point jake out to to call him out .

"what the fuck-! NO!" Jake reached out to grab Sam but Sam wrestled him .

"don't lie Jake. We can see it all over your face" Josh added.

"no-! NO! No one fucked anyone!" Jake yelled , breaking everyone into silence.

"I just figured everything out with her that's all" Jake explains, letting go of Sam.

"so y'all are a thing now?" Danny asks.

"yeah" Jake felt his excitement creep up again.

"well it was about time. I've had just about enough from the weird tensions between you two" Josh says , going back to what he was doing.

"tell me about it" Jake sighs as he continued to take his guitar out.

You were busy the rest of the day because of Greta's promo. You could wait for the day to just get over so you could go home to Jake.

As soon as you were done to went off to find Jake , finding him with the rest of the band and a few other people about something. But they all seemed to be packing up to leave.

You felt butterflies when you met eyes with Jake , his eyes literally lit up when he saw you.

"heyy" he came up giving you a kiss on the cheek , shocking you slightly because you weren't sure if he'd told anyone yet. But he didn't seem to care. You could feel Axel staring into your soul though.

"Jake let's go I wanna go home" you say , not being able to waste another minute here without being able to throw yourself him.

"why? What's wrong?" He asks , worry immediately taking over him.

"nothing I'm just tried" you grumble.

"cranky are we?" Jake smiles, his hand coming up to ruffle your hair.

"quit it!" You snap and grab his wrist . You'd spent so long getting your hair to look nice just for him and he messes it up.

"alright alright" Jake cooed , patting your hair back down before someone called out for him.

"gimme few minutes 'kay?" He says before quickly walking to them.

"y|nn!" Sam exclaims as he approached you give you a hug.

"hi Sammy" you smile as he breaks the hug.

"so Jake told us the news" he says , giving your shoulder a slight nudge with his own shoulder, making you feel like all your clothes had been taken off and you were standing there naked and exposed.

"oh- yeah" you shy away , looking over at Jake intently taking to someone.

"I'm happy for you two. We all are. Y'all are good together" Sam reassures with a pat on your back.

"really?" You smile widely and looking at him. He gives you a nod and another pat on the back.

"thank you Sammy" you look up at him with a thankful gaze .

"wanna stop by and get something for dinner?" Jake asks as he walks with you to the car , finally on the way to go home.

"why?" You ask.

"you know, just to celebrate. I don't wanna eat leftovers" Jake says as he pulls out his keys and unlocks the car.

"celebrate what?" You ask.

"us-?" Jake sighs in frustration , turning to look at you.

"are you not happy y|n? Cuz you've been acting weird. you can tell me" Jake says , seriousness in his face.

"what- Jake no. I'm happy" you shake your head.

"then why are you-" he stops himself and sighs. He looked at the floor and you could tell he was overthinking. Little did he know , you wanted to be with him more than anything. And being apart from him was what made you cranky. You were being a child, but you couldn't help it.

You raised yourself on your toes and met his lips with yours to make him stop overthinking , and also to nonverbally apologise for how you were acting.

He caught your hips and melted into the kiss as you backed up against his car , pulling him with you with your grip on the collar of his tshirt.

"you're stupid" you break the kiss to pepper kissed from his chin and up his jaw to his ear.

"been getting that alot recently" he says. You can sense the stress from his tone.

"I just don't want to mess this up" he says , the weight of his words were heavy . It makes your heart burn , but you were determined to make him feel better.

"i missed you. Today was a long day" you say , kissing his neck .

"is that why you're cranky?" He realises, his voice showing his mood was better instantly now that he understood.

"yeah" you breathe against his neck , his eyes rolled back and he let out a slight gasp as you sucked on his neck. You hoped he understood what you were getting to, and why you wanted to go home so desperately.

"fuckkk" Jake dragged , his knees almost buckling when he felt your tongue drag up on a spot on his neck , the metal piercing on your tongue ceasing to the feeling.

"baby-" he squeezed your hips tighter involuntary as you continued to purse your lips against his tanned skin and suck on it , trying hard to ignore the tent building in his pants.

"let's go home jakey" you break away from him , leaving him panting slightly and blushing at the way you said his name as you got into the car.

"fuck" Jake winced at the painful boner he had and got into the driver's seat , sweat coating his delicious skin already as his heart rate spiked up.

He pulled out of the drive way before he placed his hand on your thigh , you put your hand over his and melted into the feeling of his touch , involuntarily spreading your legs apart on the seat.

Your head was foggy with all the sinful thoughts of Jake you'd been having throughout the day. And now it was like some demonic entity that'd washed over you.

You moved his hand further up your thigh , making him look at you for a second before turning back on the road.

"I'm driving baby" he says as he swallows, his Adams apple bobbing in his throat as you admired his side profile.

"please-" you barely whisper as you slid down the seat slightly , restless taking over you , your panties soaked through.

"shit" he muttered under his breath as he tried to gather his sanity, at least still the two of you got home.

But you couldn't wait for that. You pulled his hand under your skirt , between your legs and he looked at you with blown out lust filled eyes.

"Jesus you couldn't wait at all huh?" Jake asks as he decided to tend to you need , brushing his fingers against your clothes heat. The pleading look you gave him was enough to get him to do anything for you.

"i have been waiting. Since yesterday but you were too drunk. And in the morning you were asleep and we were late. And the whole of today too" you complain and he smirks, his eyes on the road.

"aw man. Been so patient haven't you?" Jake chuckles, his voice seductive and deep, his palm and fingers hot and spread out on your inner thigh as his pinky barely grazes at your aching core , making your eyebrows knit together and your breath get faster.

"fuc- yeah" you answer as you rut your hips up involuntary, the seatbelt restricting you , you could almost feel a puddle of wetness under you.

"poor thing" he mumbles , his eyes shifting between you and the road as he multi tasks between driving and teasing you.

You moan at his words. At this point you'd completely lost yourself. You felt high . High on Jake and everything about him.

He sympathised over you and allowed himself to use his middle finger to rub a gentle circle on your folds through your panties.

"The fuc- you're soaked!" Jake's eyes widened at the feeling of your panties being a complete mush of wetness. You had to be ovulating or something , you were absolutely feral just at the sight of him .

You thrusted your hips up again , gripping his wrist to keep his hand between your legs , your other hand grabbing at whatever else you could.

"shit!" Jake curses as he almost hits someone on the road , distracted by you. You didn't really seemed to care. If you had to die just to have Jake , you would.

"patience till we get home baby. We're almost there. Hang on for me yeah?" Jake coaxes , his focus now on getting you home safely more than anything.

"alright" you sigh when you realise he was being serious. You release your grip on his wrist , allowing him to use both hands on the wheel as he drove fast and careful.

You couldn't keep your eyes off him. Watching him skilfully handle the engine, his eyes focused on the road , his cheeks still slightly pink and semi hard bulge in his pants. Not to mention his beautiful side profile that has been outlined every now and then from the passing vehicles and streetlights. You had your eyes locked onto him.

He finally pulled into the drive way , you had already thrown off your seat belt and lunged the door open , Jake followed behind you into the house .

"you smell pretty" Jake's voice vibrates as he stood behind you while you unlocked the door , his hands on your hips.

Once he heard the door click open he spun you around to face him before picking you up by your waist like you weighed nothing, making you let out a small squeal before his lips caught yours in a desperate frenzy , carrying you into the house with your legs around him.

"bedroom?" He mumbles as you open your mouth wider for his tongue. You moaned at the feeling of his strong muscle fighting yours in your mouth and playing with the metal on your tongue. The kiss was all teeth and tongue.

You forgot to answer him , lost in the feeling of his mouth against yours as he pressed you against the nearest wall to hold you up. You went feral and sucked on his tongue , making him let out a low moan of amusement as he pulled away to look at you.

"bedroom?" He asks again , breathing heavily. The kiss had taken the breath away from the both of you.

"yes please" you answer , your eyes screaming desperation.

He wasted no time carrying you to his bedroom, dropping you on the bed with his body crawling over yours, but you immediately sat up and flipped him over . Switching positions to have him seated on the edge of the bed while you straddling his lap.

He latched his mouth to your neck this time , kissing you in the same spot you kissed him before , being sure to return the favour as his hands held your waist securely.

You whine as he sucked with his teeth , causing a sharp sting before running his tongue over and kissing the area.

As much as you wanted him to go on forever, you wanted more. You part from him slightly to pull your top over your head , his eyes widened, not expecting you to strip so suddenly.

You wore a padded pink bra under , letting your boobs spill out just enough for Jake to go mad. He tried his best to stare with respect but that was far from possible.

You moved further up on his lap , straddling over his crotch so his face was almost stuffed into your chest but he moved back and looked up at you , silently asking for permission.

You reach back and unclasped your bra , letting the straps slide down your arms before throwing it away . You saw Jake close his eyes for a second and gulp , trying to keep his sanity.

But you didn't want anything sane from him. You wanted him to ruin you like how you imagined he would. You always knew he was good at it. You heard from alot of people that he had a talent for pleasing women. How he would leave them ruined and fucked out and desperate for more. And all you could do was imagine what it was like. Until now.

"off" you mutter as You pulled his t-shirt over his head desperately. You just needed him as close as possible. You could crawl into his skin if you could. You threw the t-shirt away and stared down at his bare chest . Your hand ran all over his bare upper half as you arched , allow your tits to be pressed flush against his chest and your heat against his crotch .

His hands held your waist , his cheeks getting pink and his erection undeniably evident, completely simp for the way you so desperately wanted him .

You adjusted yourself on his lap , shifting to sit on his thigh and whimperd by his ear as your heat met contact with the stiff muscle of his thigh .

"needy little thing aren't you?" Jake whispered by your ear in a serious but teasing tone.

"please-" you whine , trying your hardest to keep to your senses . Your body burning with desperation and desire . You felt you might die if Jake didn't touch you this instant.

His fingers dug into you as you began to grind down onto his thigh , small pants leaving the both of you and his hot breath right by your ear .

"jake- please-please-" You practically sob out , your legs getting tired but your desperation was on fire.

"shhh alright alright" Jake pitied your desperation as he grabs your waist and holds you firm on his thigh. You throw your head back as Jake takes the lead and guides you , gripping your waist and moving you swiftly back and forth on his deliciously thick thigh .

You let out a wail as he started bouncing his ankle off the floor , making you bounce on his thigh while pressing you down on it with his firm grip on your hips. He parts from you slightly to watch your tits bouncing, his lips latching around one as you arched , throwing your head back , digging your fingers into his shoulders.

He was scared you'd lose your balance and fall back so he snaked a hand up your back and cradled you while bouncing you and grinding you against his thigh .

"that's it princess" Jake encouraged as you start to moan louder. Your grip on his shoulders were firm and you were lost in the feeling of your release that was approaching.

Jake just kept his movement and whispered small praises at you , Cradling you on his knee while bouncing you on it , coxing you to a release. His face almost copying the same expression you had on your face .

"fuc- ja- please-!" You scream out coherent gibberish as Jake pulled you to your release with his mouth working your nipples, leaving marks all over your neck and chest with his thigh bouncing under you .

Goosebumps cover your skin as you shuddered at the feeling of Jake still bouncing you on his thigh and his tongue flicking over your nipples.

"fi- ers- inside I need- so bad-" you panted as you bounced in his leg with your mouth pressed against Jake's ear and you held onto him for dear life.

"you're not making sense Princess" Jake looked at you sympathetically as he caressed your hair . Your head is spinning at this point but you needed jake or you wouldn't rest .

"Ple- please daddy-" you pant , dropping your forehead against his shoulder. Jake's eyes widened as he slowed his movements , too stunned to focus on what he was doing anymore.

"fingers- please- anything!" you wriggle on his lap because his movements ceased. you caressed him from his waist down to his crotch , outlining his bulge with your fingertips.

"Fucking Christ you're killing me" Jake breathed out as his eyes fluttered shut at the relieving feeling of being touched by you. He held you away from him to look at you , his fingers grazed over your jaw before slipping his middle finger into your mouth . Your half-lidded eyes widen as you suck on his thick finger and swirl your tongue around it hungrily , still lazily riding his thigh.

He flips you over on the bed , causing you to lie on your back with him stradling you , his finger still in your mouth. He slips his finger out and a string of saliva connecting the two of you before it breaks . He drags his finger down your chest and stomach , your legs spread out to welcome his touch.

But he closed your legs again to pull your panties along with your jeans down your thighs and then slowly shimmy it down your legs and feet before tossing it away , your legs swung right open for him again .

"fucking beautiful. I've been wanting this so badly" he mumbles to himself, desperation taking over him as his erection pained him in his pants.

He cups your heat and shoves a finger into you making you choke out a moan and grab the sheets in your fists . He pulls his finger out and circles between your soaked folds , licking his own lips as you wriggle and whimper desperately .

"easy babygirl . Relax" Jake kisses your cheek when he notices how tensed up your body was and the way you'd broken out into a cold sweat .

"easy" Jake soothes , as his finger slows down .it takes everything in you to relax your body and embrace the pleasure of his touch instead of bursting right there like a desperate time bomb. You take deep breaths and squeeze the sheets , focusing on the feeling of his thick finger massaging you with the perfect amount of pressure, like you were something delicate like a porcelain doll.

Your body tenses up again and you shoot up with excitement when Jake crawled down between your legs . Your head falls back as you feel his breath against your throbbing heat . He spreads your folds apart with his index and middle finger, the tip of his tongue barely taking a lick of your arousal.

"s-stop teasing daddy please. I need you" you cry. You sounded pathetic and you didn't even care.

"don't move" he orders before he buried his face into your aching wet folds , causing your back to rise off the bed as you hand bruried into his hair.

He starts eating you out , leaving open mouth kissed against your clit and sucking and lapping at your arousal like a man starved, moaning into your folds with his tongue coming out to lick and tease your sensitive bundle , making your whine and moan out utter gibberish.

You looked down to see his head bobbing into your folds between your legs, with his hair all messed up, sweating coating over his skin. It was the most beautiful thing to see.

It didn't take much for you to get to your release , especially with Jake's skill. But you wanted more. You wanted him inside you , fillling you up till you were stupid.

"cum for me sweetie. There you go" Jake spoke as he parted from your folds , switching to use his fingers on you , running hard tight circles , making you feel giddy.

"fuck fuck fuck!" You gasp and pant in suprise as the band snaps , giving you one of the most powerful orgasms you've ever had. Your legs closed together on his head as you tried to get him to stop. But he held you down on the bed and continued till you were completely spent , your legs trembling with the overstimulation.

Everything was spinning for a second when Jake finally stopped . You felt him come up from between your legs and hover over you, his mouth and chin wet with your arousal , his lips dark pink hi.

"you okay?" Jake spoke. But you didn't know if you could even speak a word of sense anymore. You felt like you'd taken too much esctacy and you couldn't breathe.

Your hand caressed over his bare upperbody before you found the zipper of his jeans , freeing his cock before you began jerking it , making his knees buckle into you and his jaw drop open . He was very sensitive.

You turned him over to lie on the bed again , kissing his lips before leaving a trail of kissed down his chest to his torsore , he propped himself up on his elbows as he watched you go down on him.

"ah- shit y|n wait-" his hand slipped into your hair to grab a fistful but you didn't stop. You didn't stop at all. Your mouth watered at his girth , pink and leaking.

You wasted no time flattening your tongue and licking it from the base to the top on the underside, making sure to let the metal ball from your piercing rub over him . his stomach tensed as his watched you with his eyebrows pinched tightly together.

His hand slipped out of your hand an cupped your face as you began to suck on his tip , swirling your tongue around it making him let out a gutteral moan and throw his head back ,his hair flipping back with it.

You took him in further , loosening your jaw more as you felt his tip hit the back of your throat , you stopped to adjust yourself, your eyes looking up at him intently to capture every small expression.

You held the base of his cock before finally moving up and down , swirling your tongue around his shaft before sinking down on him fully.

"fuck baby that feels-" Jake's voice trembled , his eyes half lidded and lust blown.

"oh! Shit! Fu- god!" Jake jerked up as he began blabbering when you started sucking on him. Sucking your cheeks in tight around his cock , behind sure not to use your teeth and bobbing your head on him.

"stop stop fuck-! I can't!" Jake pulled you off him gently by your hair , his cock slipped out of your mouth with a string of saliva and a lewd pop.

"i won't last if you do that. You feel too good" he panted, his chest heaving as you crawled up to his face.

He turned you on your back as he flipped over you again , his cock rubbing against your stomach making you whine in desperation . Your hands slipped into his hair and pulled a fistful close to his scalp.

"fuck me daddy" you say , crystal clear , looking dead in his eyes.

"yeah?" His breathed fanned over your face as he caressed your waist , going up to your breasts to cup on one , his other hand holding himself up.

"gonna make you feel so good" he whispers out of breathlessness , his thumb toying with your pebbled nipple , making your arousal drip down your thighs.

"you want that?" He asks , leaning into you and pecking at your skin on your cheek, you turn your face to meet his lips but avoids it to tease you , continuing to kiss you behind your ear .

"yeah I want it" you whine , thrusting your hips up against him to catch some feeling.

"how bad?" He asks. He's enjoying watching you so desperate.

"so fucking bad daddy please" you beg , almost like you're throwing a tantrum like a child wanting candy.

"so needy. Such a lil whore" Jake says, loud enough for you to hear. But he wasn't lying.

"only for you Jake" you say , completely honest. You'd never act this way for another man. Ever.

"what happened to 'daddy'?" He asks , giving you a tired toothy smile ,making you roll your eyes and chuckle sheepishly. He laughed with you , leaning down to finally kiss your lips. A gentle honest and loving one , contradicting the way he was he wa going to fuck the shit out off you in a few minutes.

He distracted you with the kiss while his hand slipped between the two of you , lining himself to your hole. You immediately wrapped your legs around his waist to encourage him to keep going.

He obliged , pushing his tip into your hole gently, looking up at your face for a second before looking back down at what he was doing.

"okay?" He asks, halfway in. you nod vigorously and he lunged into you in a second, stretching you out and filling you up. The both of you letting out a gaspy moan at the feeling. He could feel your soaking walls pulsating around him and you could feel him pulsating into you. The feeling almost unreal. Your heart thumping so loud you could almost hear it.

He watched your face for any discomfort as he begins to rut his hips into you. You couldn't help the sounds that came out of you from the feeling of his girth pulling out and filling you up again , only to hit that perfect spot inside you.

You couldn't even keep your eyes open , you were complete putty under him. His damp sweaty hair brushing against your face with each thrust as his breath fell sharply on you.

"god your so perfect- so tight-" Jake rambled, his voice an octave higher. His jaw hanging slack as he let out soft moans only for you to hear.

You on the other hand , were screaming out of your lungs , loud enough for the neighbours to hear. But you couldn't help it. The pleasure was all too much and too little at the same time. You felt you would die with each electric thrust but at the same time you wanted him to keep going till you came.

"harder-" you whine and he listened, his hips violently bouncing into yours , his cock hitting your gsopt rapidly, the bed creaking loudly you thought it might break , but that still wouldn't stop you.

"oh fuck baby-" he whined out at the feeling of your walls tightening around him. His hands were almost giving out from holding himself up at the was he was snapping his hips into you. Your eyes were in the back of your head as you pulled on his hair and bounced under him , descending into complete agony and bliss at the same time.

"oh- OH FUCK!" Jake practically screams as he abruptly stops and jerks forward, his mouth open in a silent scream, making your blink your eyes open. You could feel him spilling his seed into you and his legs trembling as he tried to pull out of you.

"no don't stop please don't stop!" You cry and he had no choice but to keep going, fucking his seed into you as he moaned at the sensitivity.

You couldn't handle the way he sounded and the way he kept his pace , his cock not even softening one bit.

You got louder as you felt your legs begin to violently shake , loosing as feeling from the waist down and losing connection with the world for a minute entirely. You tried to tell him you were coming but there's no way he couldn't already tell.

Your walls fluttered tight around him making him let out whines of agony as you finally gushed out.

"fuck oh my god-" Jake mumbles as his eyes rolled to the back of his head at the feeling of your warm release gushing around his cock , wetting everything.

"Fuck baby I'm sorry I wanted to pull out- but I- i came out of nowhere-" Jake immediately started apologizing, he could barely even breathe.

"I'm sorry" he repeated as he breathed heavily to catch his breath. You couldn't even frame a sentence, you mind a complete fog , your vision spinning with only the thought of Jake and nothing else. All you wanted was to be with him.

"y|n?" He calls out to you when you still don't respond. A hint of worry in his voice and you wish you could say something but you were too dazed, like you'd just been hit on the head.

"are you mad? Are you mad at me?" He asks in worry, his hand cupping your face to look at him and you finally burst out into a tired laughter. How could he possibly think you would be mad at him for giving you the best experience you've ever had in your entire life.

"whatt? What's funny? Why are you laughing?" He asks as he couldn't help the grow smile on his face from looking at you laugh, still worried but also happy you were laughing.

You shake your head as you continue to giggle, cupping the sides of his face as you met his hazel eyes still searching for an answer from you.

"that was the best thing ever" you say your laughter dying out and your voice slightly hoarse from the sounds you were making.

"it was" Jake sighed as he replyed the feeling of it in his head , his eyes closing for a second. You felt him shudder just barely.

"I've got plan b, don't worry" you say as you realise you can almost breathe normally again.

"yeah?" He asks to make sure.

"yeah. You just deal with the sheets" you speak quickly as you try to make a run for it.

"stop right there you little cheat" he grabs you just before you could get off the bed and pins you back down under him , making you let out a hearty laugh of defeat, tiredly trying to fight out of his grip.

"this is your mess might i remind you " he complains in a British accent as he laughs with your , trying to hold you down.

"you made me do it" you argue playfully.

"But you liked it didn't you" he teases , back in his own accent.

"I loved it" you feel your cheeks heat up as he looks at you in adoration.

"I love you" he says , with completely honestly and nothing else.

"I love you" you echo back, hoping he felt how much you meant it.

"but only if you deal with the sheets" you giggle and he groans dramatically, looking up at ceiling .

"this is bullying-" he fusses "are you bullying your peers ms.y|n?" He says as he holds your jaw and squishes your cheeks together making your lips purse out before pecking them and moving off you , making you laugh again as you watched him get off the bed and head to his bathroom. You sat up as you heard him turn the shower on.

He came back out with a towel around his waist , his skin still sweaty and pink and he came back to the bed to get you.

"go hop in the shower while I change the sheets" he says as he helps you off the bed as you got up lazily , giving you a kiss on the top of your head before smacking your ass toward the bathroom, making you yelp and glare at him before you stumbled into the shower .

You tried to bite down your smile as you entered the shower , replaying back everything that just happened , hoping you'd never forget it. It was the happiest you'd been in a while.

Your body was tired and worn , sore under the hot shower as the water soothed it. You stood under the water for a while as you heard Jake doing the bed outside , you didn't want to actually do it all on his own but he did it anyway. You stood there still not being able to hold back your smile from just thinking about him.

Not long later you hear the bathroom door open with Jake coming in , taking his towel off as he stepped into the shower with you . You turn to wrap your arms around his neck as he holds your waist , leaning in to kiss you right under the shower.

"Jesus Christ are you trying to fucking cook yourself or what?" Jake breaks the kiss as he hisses in pain , reaching behind you to the shower settings.

"no I like this temperatureee" you whine as you stop him.

"you're crazy" he says as he lowers the heat anyway and you pout at him.

"shut up" he says with loving aggression as he held your waist " turn around" he says as he turns you to back face him , grabbing the shower gel and the loofa and lathering the soap on your back , placing a kiss on the top of your head, making you bite back another smile that fought it's way through.

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hux-and-gay · 7 months ago

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Kylux Short Shorts Fest 2024: Day 4: Otherworldly

Forever Destined

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Pls reblog I don’t have A03 yet.

Okay Guys, Dare I say best Kylux thing I’ve ever written? Also it takes a bit to get to the otherworldly part so just hang in there.

LOTS OF FLUFF, VERY ROMANTIC, FEEL GOOD FIC

Warning: There’s like two in appropriate jokes, and there’s nudity but it’s not rly talked about or used in a sexual way. It’s pretty tame.

Hux grabbed his coat, pulling it over his shoulders, and pushing through his office door. He knew he looked awful. His hair was no longer neatly combed back, he had dark circles under his eyes, and he had lost his reading glasses at some point, which he had been too tired to look for. That was probably a ridiculous idea in hindsight but he just wanted to get home. Rain hit against the widows drowning out the sounds of the city. He didn’t have an umbrella; he'd have to make a dash for the car and hope he wouldn’t ruin his shoes. At least no one was here to see him at this late an hour-

“What the hell are you still doing here?!”

“SHIT!” Hux nearly jumped out of his skin, he took a second to compose himself before turning to Kylo who was sitting in one of the lobby chairs. “You scared me half to death. I can hardly see you with the lights off!”

“What can I say, I’m a man of mystery.” Kylo said, and even if Hux couldn’t see him he knew he was smirking.

“No you’re not.” Hux responded bluntly.

Kylo shook his head and stood up from the chair, checking his phone for the time and stepping towards the exit so Hux could better see him in the light of the office sign that shone through the glass door. “It’s like 4 am why the fuck are you still here?”

4 am? He honestly had not meant to stay there that long, he thought it was midnight or 2 at the latest. He started to say something but stopped himself, raising an eyebrow. “Wait, why are you still here?”

“I was waiting for you.” Kylo said looking down, trying to hide the slight blush on his cheeks.

“Ren, you don’t even have the Night Shift. There’s no way you waited all this time.” Hux commented skeptically.

“I didn’t want you to walk home alone in the freezing rain.” He insisted, stepping closer to him gently running his fingers though Hux’s hair.

“Ren, your shift gets off at 4 PM. It wasn’t raining when you left. Are you telling me you waited here for 12 HOURS?!” Hux didn’t believe it in the slightest.

“Alright Alright you got me. I was doing errands in town and when I was walking home I passed by the office and it was close to when your shift ended so I thought I’d stop by, take you home. But you took forever so I fell asleep and when I woke up it was like 3:30 so I honestly was just gonna crash here. I didn’t even know you were still working.” He explained.

Hux shook his head dumbfounded. “You were going to sleep here?!”

“Yeah well I have six roommates that all snore, I wasn’t really in a rush to get home.” He shrugged.

Hux sighed, knowing he had walked right into this. “Did you want to come to my place?”

Kylo smiled wide like a child being given a birthday present. “Yes please!”

“Alright,” He turned to the door realizing he actually did have an umbrella. He had left it in the holder from the last time he went to work. He felt stupid for forgetting it for so long and not thinking of it earlier but at least he had one. He grabbed it and shoved it into Ren’s hands. “You’re holding the umbrella.”

“But of course Monsieur~” Kylo said in a terrible French accent, opening the umbrella and reaching for the door.

“Never do that again,” Hux said, gagging.

“Okay okay… Can I drive?” He asked giving that smile toddlers give their parents to guilt them into saying yes to things.

“No.”

“But you’re car is so cool.” He whined.

“Which Is precisely why I’m not letting you drive.” Hux said buttoning up his coat.

“Hey I’m a pretty good driver. My dad had me driving when I was like 10.” Kylo pointed out.

“Ren, your dad has been arrested for illegal drag racing before, amongst other things. That’s not reassuring.” He crossed his arms.

“He won the races.” Kylo added trying the face one last time.

“My point stands.”

Kylo sighed reluctantly, “Alright alright.” He opened the door. “Ladies first.” He joked, but Hux gave him the “I’m going to strangle you” glare so he immediately stopped laughing and stepped out first, holding the umbrella for Hux as they made their way to his car.

Hux stepped tentatively through the parking lot trying not too get wet while also staying in pace with Kylo. “Are you even watching where you’re going?! You’re leading us straight through the puddles! I’m going to ruin my shoes!”

“Hey you gave me control of the umbrella.” Kylo said as they stepped up to the car. Hux rolled his eyes and quickly got in the driver's seat unbuttoning his wet coat once he was seated but not taking it off. Ren walked around the car and quickly got in the passenger seat, shoving the umbrella in the back. Hux flipped on the windshield wipers and brights then backed out of the parking lot and drove carefully through the rain to his apartment.

“Man, I kind of wish you didn’t have that umbrella. Your hair looks all cute when it’s all wet.” Kylo mused.

“Ren please, I'm too tired to flirt and I’m trying to focus on the road.” Hux responded almost yawning.

“I've done a lot more than flirt while you drive and you’ve never crashed~” He said smirking, reaching to place a hand on Hux's thigh as he drove.

“Yes I have, but right now I don’t want to start something. When we get home we are going to bed, nothing more. It’s too late for anything else.” Hux insisted, not even flinching at Kylo’s touch.

“Are you sure?” Kylo asked again.

“Yes, I’m going to bed. You’re welcome to stay up and entertain Millicent, but we both have work in the morning.”

“You can call out. I do it all the time.”

“I’m not calling out.” He said firmly.

“Fine…”

“Have you ever thought of what we’d be like in other worlds, like would we still know each other? Would we get along?” Kylo asked suddenly.

A skeptical look crossed Hux’s face. “No? And we don’t get along.”

“We get along pretty well when we’re alone,” he said in a sultry tone rubbing Hux’s thigh gently, kneading his tense muscles.

Hux ignored him. “You watch too many multiverse movies.”

“Not really, I just like movies, particularly sci-fi. You know they’re making a new Star Wars movie. The force awakens, I think it’s called?” He rambled as Hux continued to drive.

“Why are they still milking that franchise? Didn’t people hate the last three?” Hux questioned.

“Eh not really anymore.” Kylo shrugged and moved his hand back to the armrest following the rain drops on the windows with his eyes.

“Well I’m sure these new ones will piss people off all over again.”

“Oh I’m sure they will… do you wanna come?” He asked.

“Come where?” Hux internally cringed. His mind was far too dirty for that sentence.

“To see Star Wars?” Kylo clarified.

“No.”

“Okay, I’m going to buy you a ticket anyway.”

“I know.”

They sat in awkward silence till Kylo turned on the radio and closed his eyes leaning his head against the headrest. Hux found himself humming the song as he drove, glancing at Ren whenever there was a red light and admiring how peaceful he looked, his raven hair falling down in front of his face, having come loose from the messy bun he wore to work hours ago. Eventually they pulled up to Hux’s apartment and Hux gently nudged him to wake him up as they pulled into the parking spot.

“Huh? What? I wasn’t sleeping!” Kylo stammered, jolting awake.

Hux had to hold back a laugh. “We’re here.”

“Oh.” Kylo grabbed the umbrella and got out of the car. “Jeez it’s fuckin cold.” He remarked. The passenger door closed and he walked around the car opening Hux’s door and holding out a hand to him. Hux took it but as he was stepping out of the car a particularly strong gust of wind slammed into them and the umbrella blew from Kylo’s hand. Suddenly they were both getting drenched. “Oh Fuck! Don’t worry I’ll go get it!” Kylo yelled over the storm. Before Hux could say anything Ren was running off chasing the umbrella down the wet street.

“Ren, wait!” Hux called out. He was about to say “Leave it” but the man had already bolted off. So Hux sighed and chased after him. “Ren slow down! You’re going to sli-“

Kylo jumped and snagged the umbrella from the air. “Got it! Woah!” As soon as his feet came down on the concrete he slipped just as Hux had warned, collapsing onto his stomach with a thud. Hux didn’t have enough time to slow down, in trying to not hit into Kylo he found himself falling too, landing on top of him.

Kylo gasped. “Oh shit! Hux, are you okay?”

To Kylo’s surprise Hux began laughing.

“Huh what’s so funny?”

“We’re absolutely drenched aren’t we?” He laughed.

Ren smiled, it was a rare occasion that Hux relaxed like this and just let himself be happy. “Oh good I thought you hit your head or something.”

“On what? Your chest? I’m kind of laying ontop of you,” he continued laughing in a carefree calming manner, his little smile was intoxicating. “If anything I should ask you if you're okay, you were the one who fell on the concrete.”

Kylo pulled himself out from under Hux standing up and pulling the man into his arms smiling at him affectionately as the rain poured down their faces. “I’m okay because you’re here with me.”

“You’re always so cheesy.” Hux said shaking his head smiling. “Should we get out of the freezing rain?” Hux asked, unable to hide his affection for the man in front of him.

“I don’t know, if you get sick you can call off of work and I can pamper you all I want~” Kylo said nuzzling his nose against Hux’s face, feeling his warmth amongst the cold, and breathing in the smell of rain and vanilla.

“Oh stop it, you’re not seriously wishing for me to get sick.” Hux joked, unable to hide the heat rising to his cheeks.

“Okay yeah, maybe not, you can get kinda grumpy.” He snickered, scooping Hux up in his arms and running up to the door of the apartment before he could protest.

“Put me down!” Hux yelled, embarrassed.

“No,” Kylo smiled, planting a kiss on his wet hair.

“Ren, The key is in my pocket you have to put me down so I can unlock the damn door! We’re getting soaked.” He instead, Looking up at him.

“Alright alright,” He set him down on his feet gently and Hux quickly unlocked the door, taking off his drenched coat as soon as they got inside.

“Just lay out your clothes on the couch or something. If it’s not dry by morning I’ll put it in the dryer. I’ll see if I have anything big enough to fit you.” He said petting millicent who had rubbed up on him when they got inside.

“Don’t worry about it, I don’t need to wear anything~” Kylo flirted.

“Alright then.” Hux said seemingly unphased by the notion of Ren being naked. “I’m going to get dressed for bed, food is in the kitchen, but please do not empty my fridge, Phasma does that enough already.” He started unbuttoning his shirt nonchalantly as he walked towards the bathroom.

“Hux?” Kylo called out.

“Hm?” He said quizzically, turning his head. Quickly Ren grabbed him pinning him against the door post running his hands along his chest sliding them under his wet undershirt, hux made a quiet sound of pleasure and Kylo leaned in to kiss him, but Hux pushed his mouth away gently with his hand. “Wait till we get to bed~” He pushed off from Ren who caught him smirking slightly as he exited for the bathroom.

When Hux had left, Ren undressed, Laying his clothes out on the coffee table to dry, and made his way to Hux’s room, flopping down on his bed, and turning on some soft music on his phone. The street light shown through the blinds casting a soft glow on the sheets. Hux exited the bathroom in a black silk robe drying his hair with a towel, which made it look an absolute mess but Kylo thought it made him look even cuter. He patted the spot of the bed beside him and Hux slid next to him draping himself over Kylo’s chest as Kylo gently petted his still slightly damp hair.

“Ren, are you tired?” Hux asked, eyes closed, a look of satisfaction on his face.

“Probably, but not Really, you?”

“I think I can stay up a bit longer.”

“Good because I think we were in the middle of something.” He pulled Hux further onto him, their chests pressing against each other, the robe sliding down his arms. He gently took his face into his hands and kissed him tenderly.

Suddenly the both of them were bombarded with visions and sensations as if actual sparks had flared from their kiss. Images, voices, flashed through their minds, as if calling to them.

“I- I dont know how to love, I don’t know how to be loved”

“Uh I think you dropped something”

“Since we've been together for

a while now-“

“I can’t kill you, I love you to much”

“Careful Ren, That your personal interests does not interfere with orders from leader snoke from leader snoke.”

“I want that map. For your sake I suggest you get it.”

“Dost though know how mine heart stirs for the? Surely not, as I have guarded it well.”

“In every reality, in every world, I will always love you.”

Then just as quickly as it started, they were both jolted back to their own reality, panting and breathless.

“What the fuck was that?!” Hux said, quickly scrambling up to a sitting position.

“I don’t know… it’s like I was seeing different versions of myself… of us. Wait, Kiss me! But longer!” Kylo ordered, he still seemed winded and his face was definitely flush and hot.

Normally Hux would have rolled his eyes at the demand but he was curious, quickly he leaned down pulling Kylo into a hot greedy kiss, fingers tangling in his long hair.

Just as quickly as the last visions came they arrived again but this time it only seemed to shift through a few before settling on one to portray more vividly.

There was a cobblestone quart yard decorated with greenery, Kylo slunk against the wall to the entrance hiding in the shade. He was wearing some form of fantasy or medieval garb, sword sheathed at his hip. He was watching someone. It was Hux. He was in similar attire and was sitting atop a stone bench back facing Kylo as he picked up a water lilly from the pond in front of him.

“Lord Ren, I canst hear you. Thou art sloppy with acts of secrecy, perhaps thou shalst learneth to be more stealty when meeting one’s love in secret.” Hux said not moving from where he sat or turning his head to face him.

“Dost thou say thy love me?” Kylo inquired.

“Nye, I sayist thou love me.” Hux shook his head, back still too him.

“Dost thou?” Kylo persisted.

“Love thee?” Laughs “what funny words. Canst thou let me look upon thine face ere I confess.”

“Apologies, mine Prince, I not mean to spy on the from afar.” He stepped out of the shadows and Hux turned to him fiddling with the water Lily in his hands. Ren gently brushed a strand of ginger hair out of his face. “Why thy beauty truly rivals that of the gods~”

Then the vision faded leaving both of them back in Hux’s apartment winded. They had opened their mouths at some point in the kiss but they couldn’t remember exactly what they’d done.

“What in the bloody hell is going on!” Hux said, alarmed.

“I’m not sure… did it feel calming to you?” Kylo asked.

“As ridiculous as it sounds… yes… This is all so strange… I’ve kissed people before and I’m fairly sure I’d remember if THAT happened.”

“You’ve kissed other people?!” Kylo feigned shock, he of course already knew Hux had prior relationships.

“Oh shove off, you have too.” Hux said, shaking his head and rolling his eyes.

Kylo changed the subject back to the visions. “Hux this might sound weird, but I think I’ve heard of this before…”

“You have?” Hux asked genuinely curious.

“Yeah it was in a book. It said when you kiss your soulmate, you see all of the different lives you have together in different universes. Like a way of showing you that you’re connected in every one of them, in every world.” Kylo explained, the awe and wonder on his face, giving away that he whole heartedly believed in such a tale.

“And what book was this?” Hux asked skeptically.

Kylo sounded nervous. “Uhm… uh… a gay romance novel?”

“That’s ridiculous Ren!”

“Does It matter?”

“What?”

“Does It matter if We really know what it is? It feels right, and it makes me know I’m meant to be with you. That’s all that matters.” He pulled Hux against his chest again caressing his chin and gently angling his head to look up at him.

“I- I suppose you’re right.” Hux looked to the side, blushing profusely.

“I love you Armitage, In every universe.” Kylo said, gently running his hands across his body and nuzzling his face into his neck.

“I love you too.” Hux echoed breathlessly. Before he could even think the words had been out of his mouth.

Kylo smiled against Hux, feeling the warm skin on his face. Hux never said I love you. Kylo had waited so long, but now it finally felt earned and it made him feel so happy. “Will you be my soulmate?” He asked gently, as he laid his head across Hux’s shoulder.

Hux smiled, wrapping his arms and legs around Kylo’s muscular body into a tender embrace. “I always have been.”

Just FYI

Song in the Car:

Song on Kylo’s phone:

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@existing-sadly

@theosb0rnway

@dragonflies-draw-flame @hpdmism @fridayincarnate @tomatette

@transmasc-vampire-is-tired

@bostarsky

@kyluxshortshorts

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