#((It took me forever but I finally got around to it))

[overadores]

･ ⟢ ⋮ love last ゛༝. ✦ megan skiendiel

You know me well

pairing.ᐟ megan skiendiel x reader

about.ᐟ a sorrowful story of love, sacrifice, and time’s relentless passage, this tale follows two childhood friends whose unbreakable bond grows into something deeper, but as dreams take flight and distance pulls them apart, unspoken words linger—until one fateful night changes everything.

genre.ᐟ heavy angst. hurt, no comfort.

cw.ᐟ major character death, car accident, language.

wc.ᐟ 1229 words

a/n.ᐟ i promise you this is the last car accident story i have, a honorable mention for this lovely song which i highly recommend to listen if yall want to hurt like i did while i was writing this.

It's almost like you love me, I can tell

Have you ever sacrificed everything—your life, your entire world—just to see someone smile again?

Just to remind them that the world isn’t as dark, as empty, as it once seemed?

You did.

It was the summer of ’03.

You were just a kid back then, thrown into the same cabin at summer camp as a stranger, forced into the same space. Megan was a whirlwind of energy, the kind of girl who couldn’t sit still for a second, who danced instead of walked, who laughed at everything and anything at first, she drove you crazy. She was loud, she was hyper, she didn’t know how to read well, she struggled with spelling—but none of that seemed to stop her.

And yet, despite all that, she could read you like an open book.

She tried her hardest to write you letters, struggling to spell out your name, rewriting words over and over just to get them right. She toned down her energy whenever you were too exhausted to deal with it. She listened when you were upset, curled up beside you when homesickness hit, stayed by your side whenever the other kids played their games.

Somewhere along the way, Megan stopped being just an annoying bunkmate.

She became your second home.

You wish you had told her how much that meant to you.

But summer doesn’t last forever. When it ended, you went your separate ways—her on one side of the country, you on the other. The first few weeks were the hardest. You missed her more than you expected, missed her laughter, her warmth. But distance wasn’t enough to break you. You called, you messaged, you sent letters. It wasn’t the same, but it was enough.

You kept this going for years, even into high school.

That’s when you started to realize something was different.

At first, you told yourself it was just a silly crush, something fleeting. You thought maybe it would fade.

You were wrong.

The moment you got your own phone, you were talking constantly. Calls, FaceTimes, texts—it never stopped. Megan always found a way to call, even when she was busy. And when you finally learned to drive, the first thing you did was go to her.

You drove miles just to see her smile.

You sacrificed sleep, time, money—anything, just to be there for her the way she had always been there for you.

And as you grew older, as you stood on the edge of adulthood, you realized something that terrified you.

You loved her.

Not in the way kids love their childhood best friends. Not in the way people expect you to love a friend you’ve known forever.

You were in love with her.

But you never told her.

Not even the night you made your pinky promise.

That night, you took her to your favorite place in the world, the first person you had ever brought there. Megan had never looked happier. Then she took you to hers. You sat together, watching the sun set, golden light painting her face like a dream.

“You know, I’m so lucky to have you,” she had said, turning to you with that soft, radiant smile.

You wanted to tell her then.

You wanted to say, Megan, I love you.

But all you could say was, “And I’m lucky to have you. I hope we spend more days like this, together, until we die.”

She laughed, holding out her pinky. “Then let’s pinky promise on it.”

You hooked your pinky around hers, sealing a promise you didn’t know you would break.

Then came the day Megan called you, her voice thick with tears.

She didn’t get into her dream university.

You didn’t even think. You just grabbed your keys, got into your car, and drove straight to her house.

When she opened the door, her face was streaked with tears, her shoulders shaking.

“Megan, darling, I’m so sorry,” you whispered, pulling her into your arms. She buried her face into your shoulder, crying so hard you could feel your heart breaking.

“But I really wanted to go there,” she sobbed.

“I know.” You held her tighter. “I know, love. But it’s their loss. You’re an incredible dancer, and if they can’t see that, they don’t deserve you.”

She sniffled, letting out a small, shaky laugh. “You always say the right things.”

“I just know you.”

To cheer her up, you took her to her favorite place, bought her ice cream, snacks—anything to see her smile again.

A week later, she called, screaming into the phone.

She got accepted into Dream Academy.

You were beyond proud of her.

But then came the worst part.

She told you that you had to cut contact.

The academy had strict rules—no outside communication, no distractions. You understood. So, you let her go.

You waited.

You watched her from a distance, following every update on her journey. When the finals came, you knew—you knew—she would win.

Then, two days after the announcement, your phone rang.

It was her.

“We can finally celebrate,” she said, her voice full of excitement. “Come over?”

You laughed, already grabbing your keys. “I’m on my way. Get ready.”

She giggled. “Hurry up, slowpoke.”

That was the last thing she ever said to you.

The roads were nearly empty that night.

You were driving, one hand on the wheel, the other checking your phone at a red light. Megan had sent a text.

Meg: hurry uppp, im waitinggg >:(

You smiled, typing back a quick reply.

You: five minutes, i promise.

You never made it.

The light turned green. You started driving again.

And then—

A flash of headlights.

A deafening crash.

Everything slowed down.

You felt the impact before you even realized what was happening.

Pain.

So much pain.

Your thoughts blurred, fading in and out, but you still saw flashes of your life.

Your parents.

Your childhood.

And then Megan.

The girl who was waiting for you.

She was probably texting you again, telling you to hurry up. Probably fixing her hair, too excited to sit still.

You wanted to tell her you were coming.

You wanted to tell her you were sorry.

You wanted to tell her—

I love you.

But you never got the chance.

They say when someone dies unexpectedly, there’s a moment—just a moment—when their soul lingers.

Long enough to see the aftermath.

Long enough to see who mourns them.

You don’t know if that’s true.

But if it is, then you know exactly what you would’ve seen.

Megan.

Sitting in her room, waiting.

Checking her phone every few minutes, frowning when you didn’t respond.

Calling you, only for it to go straight to voicemail.

Then, the next day, the call she never expected.

A voice on the other end, telling her the news.

You can imagine how she reacted.

Shocked.

Denial.

Then, the tears. The way she must’ve curled up in her bed, crying her heart out.

The way she must’ve whispered, No, no, no, they promised. They promised we’d have more days together.

The way she must’ve broken, knowing you never got to celebrate her win.

Knowing you never got to say goodbye.

Megan, darling.

You hope she knows how much you loved her.

You hope she knows how much you sacrificed for her.

You hope she knows, even in your final moments—

You were thinking of her.

[wcnderlnds]

last dance | choi seung-hyun (t.o.p)

・❥・ summary: turns out you both want different things but seunghyun has to give you the perfect goodbye ・❥・word count: 2.5k ・❥・warnings: 18+. smut. oral (m receiving), unprotected p in v, swearing, angst. female reader. ・❥・ authors note: this took me all day to write and now i go hide like i always do when i write smut because i will always be forever nervous to write it. but there might be a part two to this. maybe. we'll see. also, didn't add my taglist because idk who wants tagging in smut so <3

As you sat there watching your friends have their very first dance together as a married couple, your heart clenched in your chest. You had to tear your eyes away instead focusing on the glass of wine you had in your hand. Today wasn’t supposed to be like this; it was supposed to be a happy day celebrating your friend’s love but how could you celebrate love when your own love life had just crumbled apart mere hours ago? The conversation with Seunghyun replayed over and over in your head.  

It had been like any other day – the excitement of watching your two friends finally tie the knot hanging in the air. It had spurred you on to wonder about your future with Seunghyun. You had been together for four years now. They hadn’t been the easiest four years but somehow, someway, you always made it through the other end stronger than ever. This was what true love felt like. Every single day with him made you fall even more in love. There was no doubt that you wanted to be with this man for the rest of your life so, you had voiced that to him. The second you had said that you wanted to get married one day, maybe even have children, he had turned pale. His whole body had gone rigid, his hands dropping from the tie he was trying to tighten. As he looked at you and said ‘I don’t think that’s going to ever be in the cards for us. Marriage isn’t something I’ve ever wanted’, your heart had plummeted into your stomach.

Really, it should have been conversation early on in your relationship but you had been so caught up in each other that some of the important conversations like that got lost along the way. His words had cut you deep, so deep that it had resulted in the two of you arguing. It made you think he didn’t love you enough even as he tried to explain why he didn’t want to get married. So, as you left for the wedding, all the hurt and scalding words that had been said between you hanging in the air, you knew this was the beginning of the end. 

Sitting at the table, you swirled around the last remains of your drink in the glass, bringing it up to your lips to swig it off. As you did, you locked eyes with Seunghyun who had been sitting at the table over talking to his bandmates. You didn’t tear yours away as he said something to them then made his way to you. 

“Hey,” he said quietly, holding his hand out to you. “Dance with me?” 

Your eyes glanced at his hand, hesitation coursing through your body but you took it anyway. He led you to the dancefloor, his hands finding your hips, placing yours around his neck. A slow song was playing, Seunghyun gently swaying the two of you to the beat. It was too painful to look at his face right now, focusing on his shoes instead but he didn’t let that last too long, his slender fingers reaching out to lift your chin up to look at him. As you met his eyes once more, you could see the pain in them mirroring your own. He knew as well as you that this was it for the two of you. God, it hurt. Your heart physically felt like it was breaking in two. 

“Seunghyun...” you started but he cut you off. 

“Let’s just... have this moment, yeah?” His voice broke as he spoke, the gentleness combined with his deep tone penetrating right through your broken heart. 

He tugged you closer to him, your body pressed against his with your head laying on his chest. His heart was beating just as rapidly as yours, his hand gently reaching up to your head to stroke your hair. It was soothing but it wasn’t enough. This was just hurting you more. Knowing this would be the last time he’d ever hold you like this, that he’d ever be this close to you? It was enough to bring you to tears. As you let them fall onto his suit jacket, he knew you were crying, squeezing his own eyes shut. Seunghyun wasn’t afraid of crying, he never had been but right now he needed to be strong for you. When he was alone later, he’d let the tears fall but right now making sure you had one last bit of comfort from him was his main priority. 

As the song ended and you pulled back to look at him, he kept his arms around you, his thumb running along your lower lip. “...I’m sorry I can’t give you what you want.” 

“I know,” you whispered. 

He looked at you so intensely, like he was memorising all of your features knowing that he would never be able to look at you this way again. Before he could even control himself, he was leaning in and his lips met yours in a slow, passionate kiss. His arms wrapped around your body; his hands splayed across your back as he poured every ounce of his love into the kiss. Love wasn’t the problem; his own commitment issues were. Your fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck, Seunghyun letting out a sigh. He didn’t say any words as he pulled away, he didn’t need to. Instead, he simply took your hand in his and lead you outside. If he was going to say goodbye then he was going to make sure it was one you could both remember. 

That was how you ended up in the backseat of the car, Seunghyun’s shirt half open, yours somewhere in the front of the car as you straddled his lap, hands cradling his face as you kissed him hungrily. His hands slid up your back, unhooking your bra. It was quickly discarded somewhere in the car, his eyes instantly falling to your chest. His head dipped down, his tongue swirling around your nipple. Your hand tangled in his hair, a breathy moan passing your lips as he worked his magic. Slowly, you grinded your hips against his feeling his growing length rubbing against your core. Thank the stars you’d decided to wear a skirt, only the barrier of your underwear in the way. It was good but it wasn’t enough. You needed him, you needed him like you needed air. 

His lips trailed wet kisses along your chest and collarbone until he reached your neck, biting down to leave his mark. It might be the last time he’d get to have you like this but he still wanted the world to know you had been his. You tugged at his hair, pulling him back up to meet your lips. “If this is the last time just... give me everything, please.” 

“Whatever you want, baby,” he mumbled, thumb brushing against your cheek as he crashed his lips back onto yours. His hand slid underneath your skirt, dipping beneath your underwear. The second his fingers touched your sensitive core, he bit back a moan at how wet you were. “You're always so ready for me.” 

His fingers slid between your folds, coating his fingers in your slick before he pushed two digits inside you. The intrusion had you gasping, his fingers setting a slow, torturous rhythm. He pumped them in and out, your head falling onto his shoulder as you ground against his hand. “Seunghyun, please.” 

“Please, what?” His voice was a deep, reverberating whisper in your ear only making your arousal worse. “Use your words, baby.” 

“More. I need more. I...” Words seemed to escape you especially when he suddenly sped up his movements, his fingers plunging in and out of your tight heat. You whimpered, hips rocking with him. He was nothing but determined to bring you to the brink of ecstasy, his free hand tangling in your hair, tilting your head back roughly as his lips found your neck. The feeling of his fingers deep inside you and the soft bites along your collarbone were enough to send you spiralling. 

You moaned out his name, biting down on his shoulder as you came all over his fingers. He didn't let up, working you through your orgasm until he felt your body slump against his. Only then did he pull his fingers out of you, bringing them up to his lips. He made a show out of pushing them into his mouth to taste you. His eyes almost rolled to the back of his head, a breathy sigh passing his lips. “You always taste amazing, princess.” 

His swollen lips brushed against yours, the sweet taste of you lingering on his lips. He gently tugged at your bottom lip, grinding his hips up into yours. You could feel how hard he was, how desperate he was and God, did you want him inside you so badly. The feeling was very mutual, his cock aching to be buried deep inside you. He lifted your hips off him momentarily, popping open the button on his slacks as he lifted his own hips to tug off his pants and boxers down his legs enough to free himself. He hissed as the cool air hit his erection.  

Licking your lips, you leaned your head down, his hand instantly coming to push you closer to his length. Your tongue darted out, teasing along his tip, the taste of his precum filling your mouth. He groaned, a deep husky noise; it was almost enough to send you spiralling again. The throbbing between your legs back yet again as he lost all his patience and pushed your head onto him. Your lips wrapped around his cock, taking as much of him into your mouth as possible. What you couldn’t fit, you wrapped your hand around. You began to bob your head up and down, hollowing out your cheeks. With lidded eyes he watched as you took him deep into your throat, holding your head there. He let out a strangled moan, his hips instinctively pushing up into your mouth causing the tip of his length to hit the back of your throat. The choking sound you made was almost enough to make him come there and then. Instead, he pulled you off him, his thumb wiping at the corners of your mouth. You looked picturesque, the way your lips were swollen, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. This was one of the ways he was always going to remember you on lonely nights when he couldn’t have you anymore.  

“I need you so much,” he whispered, the pain in his voice like a knife to your heart. “Even if it's for the last time, I just... I fuckin’ need you.”  

You didn’t say anything, instead you slid your underwear off down your legs, moving to straddled him yet again. You took him in your hand, positioning him at your entrance before you sank down onto him. You moaned as you took all of him inside you, sitting on his thick length to give yourself time to adjust. His fingers dug into your hips; head tilted back as he looked at you. “You’re so beautiful. I... love you.” 

You rested your forehead against his, eyes squeezing shut as if it was too painful to even look at him after saying that knowing what was going to come after this was over. Regardless, you replied softly. “I love you, too.” 

“Don’t move. Not yet. I...just want to look at you... so I can keep this picture in my head,” his finger trailed along your jaw, his eyes piercing into yours now that you’d opened them. “You were always the best thing that had ever happened to me and nothing will change that.” 

You let the moment linger between you, knowing that you both needed it. Your eyes scanned his face, committing his dark, gorgeous eyes, strong jawline and perfect lips to your memory. Slowly but surely, you began to lift your hips up then back down. His hands on your hips guiding your movements, small breathy groans coming from the beautiful man in front of you. He leaned up, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss. His tongue slipped between your parted lips, tongue tangling with yours as you picked up your pace. Seunghyun’s own hips bucked up into yours, his lips never leaving yours. One of your hands cupped his cheek, his soft skin flushed beneath your touch. The grunts and groans coming from him were some of your favourite sounds, ones that you’d miss so very much.  

“I’m so close, baby,” you panted, your hips beginning to lose the rhythm. Seunghyun took this as his cue to wrap his arm around your body, laying you back on the plush seat of the car.  

“Shh, let me take care of you,” he rasped, his body covering yours as he lifted your legs to wrap around his waist. He thrust into you hard and fast, your body moving with the force of his movements. Nails raked down his back (your turn to mark him as yours now), the sting of it causing him to moan. He had always loved when you did that. 

He could feel your walls squeezing him, letting him know you were close. So, he brought the pad of his thumb down, rubbing tight, small circles against your clit. His lips whispering “I love you” against yours as he changed to slow, deep thrusts. That was it. You couldn’t take anymore, your walls clamping down around him, your lips singing his name like a prayer as you came undone. He didn’t take his eyes off your face as he watched your orgasm hit you, it was one of the hottest things he’d ever seen. He kept up his rhythm but soon faltered when he heard you whisper you loved him. He stilled, his hips flush against you as he came, emptying himself inside you with a deep groan. 

He collapsed on top of you, your sweat slicked bodies pressing together. You ran your hand through his hair as he nuzzled into your neck. Why couldn’t you stay this way? Just wrapped up in your own little bubble with the man you loved. But, no. Reality wasn’t that kind to either of you. You both wanted different thing and as selfish as Seunghyun wanted to be, he couldn’t do that to you. No matter what, you deserved to find everything you’d ever wanted but he wasn’t the one that could give you that. 

He lifted his head, a sad frown on his beautiful face. “I’m staying at Jiyong’s tonight but... I’ll drive you home and come get my stuff tomorrow.” 

“Okay.” 

That was all you could say otherwise you’d break down. The fact that this was really it was all consuming pain. And, as much as this had been the perfect way to say goodbye to each other, it made it all the much harder. 

How were you supposed to ever let him go? 

[seokminfilm]

bed chem 🛌 lee seokmin

♫ pairing, lee seokmin x reader ♫ warnings, non-idol au, established relationship, reader is mentioned to be naked (non-nsfw), kissing, cuddling, seokmin calls reader princess but gender isn't stated ♫ synopsis, your boyfriend knew how to make you feel special.

♫ author's note, saw seokmin's weverse update while scrolling tumblr's 'for you' tab and felt like i HAD to do this 😭 GODD him and his messy fluffy hair and his dark blue pajama set.....i'm gonna literally combust he's so dreamy 💔 anyways enjoy lyrnation! sorry i haven't been updating btw ☹ started a job and school's been really stressful lately so I've been busy!! bear w me please i'm doing my best 🙏

♫ now playing, bed chem (sabrina carpenter)

♫ word count, 476 | for @kstrucknet

the feeling of a muscled arm slithering around your bare waist finally brought you to consciousness, and you yawned, savoring the sensation of the warmth on your stomach. you're pressed against a firm chest, snug in the grip of your boyfriend as you finally come to.

"good morning, seokminnie," your voice is only a whisper, waking up moments ago as a soft pair of lips presses against your neck. seokmin's already awake, smiling at you as he pulls you tighter to his body.

"good morning, princess. did you sleep okay?" seokmin's lips are flush against your neck, and you smile, giggling at the feather feeling of his smile against your warm skin as you press into him even more. seokmin's spooning you, hand stroking your slightly tangled hair as he kisses the top of your scalp.

"yeah, i did," you answer, letting out a light sigh as you feel seokmin's hand trail down your bare stomach, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

"where'd your clothes go, princess?" seokmin asks, hand ghosting over your chest and stomach. you giggle, body warming up even more at his touch as you stifle a yawn.

"i took them off, seokkie. it got too hot last night," you explain, and seokmin chuckles, nodding as he yawns. "sorry. i didn't mean to scare you."

seokmin chuckles, shaking his head as he lets his hand rest on your stomach. he shakes his head, burying his face in your scalp as he sighs against you.

"don't say sorry, princess; you didn't scare me. i love you with or without anything on." seokmin chuckles, and your face flushes, smiling nevertheless as seokmin continues to kiss you all over. seokmin's kisses are sweet against your skin, making the morning feel even sweeter to you.

"can you help me find my clothes? i threw them somewhere in here," you whisper, and seokmin nods, kissing your bare shoulder. "of course, princess. whenever you want to get up and start our day, that'll be the first thing i do, okay?."

you nod, too engulfed in the feeling of seokmin's massive hands ghosting around your hips as his lips touch the curves of your shoulders. with the sun streaming through the windows, and the lavender scent of the sheets wrapping your bare body in the sweet scent, you think you could stay here forever.

"can i just stay in bed with you forever? it's so nice." you muse dreamily, and seokmin chuckles, voice like a song as he nods. "whatever you want to do, princess. it's all up to you."

with seokmin doing nothing to talk sense into you and looking at you with those big, brown eyes you can never resist, the two of you end up lounging around in bed and kissing each other stupid for another three hours, not wanting to change a thing in your sweet, little world.

[tomssexdoll]

The Gift of Forever

PAIRINGS: Tom 2010 x Female reader

CONTENT: SMUT + FLUFF

SYPNOSIS: It was Y/N's birthday and Tom surprised her by coming home early and showering her with attention, love and gifts. Tom was very busy due to his rockstar career, barely being home. Near the end of the day Tom set up a makeshift dinner outside on the patio, when Y/N opens her last present she's met with something she's been wanting for so long..

REQ AND A/N: Heyyy, soo I have a requestttt. So my birthday is coming up on the 10th and I was js wondering if you could do a 2010 fluff/rough smut dom tom x sub fem reader, basically where it’s the readers birthday and Tom js makes the whole day about her and gives her a “birthday present” at the end of the day. Pretty please and thank you<3 (Btw ur stories are the bestttt!)

HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY TO ANON!!! ILYSM, TYSM FOR THE SUPPORT MY LOVE!!!!!

WARNINGS: dom!tom, sub!reader, p in v (missionary), eating out

It was my birthday, me and Tom had been together for years. He was a famous rockstar, the guitarist for his band Tokio Hotel. He was always quite busy, his album Humanoid going crazy viral and them having gigs all the time. They usually played shows all over Europe, leaving me behind in the process.

I was quite lonely without Tom, he always made up for it of course but I always missed him, the calls not enough. Despite his hectic schedule, Tom carved out a whole week for my birthday. He managed to sneak back home a day earlier than I expected, catching a late night flight just to be with me.

That morning he snuck into the house, he set up balloons, streamers, all kinds of decor to surprise me with. He placed all the presents he got me on the table but had the most important in his pocket. He tip toed to the bedroom, his eyes fixed on my peaceful, sleeping form. He saw the pillow I was holding in my arms, his eyes softening as he realized I must've slept most nights like this, the pillow being a replacement of him.

He slowly climbed onto the bed, gently wrapping his arms around my waist, burying his face in my hair to inhale my familiar scent, the one that felt like home. I stirred awake and turned to look behind me, my eyes widening as I saw Toms face, illuminated by the small amount of light peeking from the windows.

His face broke into a wide grin at my surprised expression. "Happy birthday, mein schatz.." he whispered softly, his German accent more prominent as it usually was when he was emotional. "Missed me?" he chuckled softly, "oh Tom!" I turned around and hugged him tightly, burying my face into his chest. "I didn't think you'd come back for my birthday..I thought you forgot.." I said, my voice slightly muffled.

He hugged me back fiercely, also missing me as much as I missed him, his strong arms enveloping me completely. "How could I forget my girlfriends birthday? You mean everything to me.." he murmured into my hair, his fingers gently tangling through the strands. "I always come back for your birthday, no matter what.." he whispered, pressing a lingering kiss on my forehead.

I always felt safe with Tom, he always took care of me and made sure I knew I was loved. "Speaking of birthdays...why don't you come downstairs and I'll show you the real surprise?" at his words I practically sprung out of bed, a loud chuckle leaving his lips at my excitement.

I threw on a loose t shirt and shorts, running downstairs like a kid on Christmas. Tom watched with a huge smile on his face. When I reached the bottom step I saw the huge bouquet of red roses tied with a beautiful black ribbon. There were also large boxes, small and medium ones wrapped in gold paper. "You did all of this...for me?" I looked around, confused, "you even wrapped the presents?" I finally turned back and looked at him, a grateful smile on my face.

He heard my sweet voice and smiled, "yes baby, I wrapped them myself." He was silent for a moment then called out again, "go on, open them." With a huge grin I practically attacked the presents, ripping the gold paper open.

He watched as I enthusiastically opened my gifts, leaning casually against the wall. "You know, your reaction is the best part of celebrating your birthday, you're absolutely adorable.." he smiled, his words genuine. I looked back at him and my eyes softened, my lips curved into a gentle smile, "that means so much baby..I love you.." I turned back to the present. When I saw what was inside, his heart swelled at my pure joy.

The first box held an elegant diamond pendant necklace, delicate and expensive. "Do you like it love?" he asked softly. I turned around, "do I like it? Babe I love it!" I ran up to him and hugged him tightly. "You remembered I wanted this so bad..I've been talking about it for months.." I looked up at him, adoration in my eyes.

He grinned, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me close. "Of course I remembered, I always remember everything you want," he leaned down and kissed my forehead tenderly. "Open the next one.." he said, nodding toward the second box.

It went on like that for an hour, opening all the presents he got me, I was happy with each and every one, all of them having had a lot of thought put into them. That's what I loved about Tom, he didn't get me random designer bags or perfume or jewlery, he got me things that I loved, things he knew would make me this happy.

As the last present was unwrapped Tom couldn't help but smile at my pure joy and excitement. He had poured his heart into every gift, wanting to make this birthday special after being for so long. He knelt down beside me, taking my hands in his, his expression turning softer, "follow me baby..close your eyes, let me lead you.." I nodded and got up, closing my eyes.

He guided me carefully through the house, his hands gently holding mine. He led me to the backyard, the cool evening air filling my lungs as I stepped outside. He gently guided me to a specific spot, making sure I stayed closed-eyed. After a moment he stopped and placed his hands on my shoulders.

"Open your eyes love.." he said softly. When I opened them I was met with the sun just starting to set, the warm orange glow casting over everything. The patio was decorated with fairy lights, candles and a large banner that read, 'happy birthday', in bold letters.

"Oh tom.." I gasped, "this is absolutely beautiful..you did this all while I was asleep?" he chuckled, "duh, you're my everything, you deserve to be spoiled," he said, pulling out a chair at the table, spread with my favourite foods. "Sit, baby.." he ordered softly, "I have something else," he pulled out another small, wrapped box, making me smile again.

I opened it, expecting jewlery again but when I flipped the top of the box I saw a beautiful, diamond ring. My eyes widened, I looked back at him as he got on one knee, taking the box from me. He looked up at me with his piercing brown eyes, his usually stern expression now open and vulnerable.

"You always make everything so easy.." he started, his voice cracking slightly, "you make coming home worth it, you make my life complete..will you marry me, my love?" he smiled softly. My heart raced and tears streamed down my face, "yes! oh my god yes!" I practically jumped into his arms and kissed him passionately.

He pulled back to slip the ring onto my finger, admiring how it looked on me. "You're gonna be my wife.." he whispered against my lips, smiling like an idiot, "god i love you.." I smashed my lips into his again, he deepened the kiss, his hands roaming over my body possessively.

When he broke away he nuzzled into my neck, placing gentle kisses there, "mmh..i'm gonna make love to you all night long.." he smirked, his hands sliding under my shirt. I jumped up into his arms, he caught he effortlessly, laughing as he carried me inside the house, kicking the door closed behind him.

He started walking upstairs, his lips finding mine again as he carried me to the bedroom. He gently laid me down on the bed, standing up to remove his shirt, revealing his chiselled chest. I looked up at him, practically drooling at his defined abs.

He smirked at my hungry expression, unbuttoning his jeans slowly. He knew my favourite sight, his V line disappearing into his boxers. He flexed his muscles unconsciously, watching me bite my lip. "Like what you see..?" he asked softly, pushing down his jeans. "Don't ask me that.." I gasped, watched as he trailed down my body, down to my lower stomach.

He hooked his fingers in my shorts, slowly pulling them down, revealing my legs. He spread them apart, kneeling between them. He ran his hands up my thighs possessively, his eyes locked onto mine. Slowly, he lifted my legs, hooking them over his shoulders. He leaned in close, his breath hot against my inner thigh, sending tingles down my spine.

He placed feather light kisses there before trailing upward, teasing me mercilessly. His hands slid under my ass, gripping it firmly as he got into position. He slowly slid my panties off, ducking his head down and ran his tongue along my slit teasingly. He moaned at my taste, his grip on my ass tightening.

He circled my clit with the tip of his tongue before sucking it between his lips gently. I rolled my eyes back, the pleasure slowly building up, "ohhh fuck..." I groaned, arching my back slightly.

He smirked, knowing exactly what to do to drive me crazy. He spread my legs wider, lifting me up slightly for better access. His tongue delved into my dripping pussy, alternating between that and flicking his tongue over my clit, causing me to let out a long string of moans, my hands desperately grabbing at the sheets, fisting them.

He licked and sucked at my sensitive clit, feeling me writhe beneath him. Occasionally he'd glance up to watch my facial expressions, noting how my lips parted in moans and my eyes rolling back in pleasure. "My birthday girl..so beautiful, you deserve everything..." he groaned, picking up his speed.

He continued his relentless attack on my clit, his tongue flicking rapidly over my sensitive bud, sucking hard, "taste so fucking good, fuck you're so sexy.." he growled. My cries of pleasure spurred him on, and he slid two thick fingers deep into my pussy, curling them upwards to stroke my g spot, while his tongue worked my clit.

I moaned loudly, my chest heaving and my back arching off the bed as the pleasure became unbearable but in a good way. He growled softly, his fingers pumping faster in my pussy, his mouth covering my entire sex, slurping loudly. "So good..love you so much.." he mumbled against my core. He felt my inner muscles contract around his fingers, knowing I was close.

"Fuck! I'm so close, keep fucking going!" I yelped, he could feel my body tensing, ready to explode with my release. He wrapped his strong arms around my hips and pulled me even closer to his face, he sucked hard on my swollen bud, his fingers doubling their effort and pumping even harder, trying to make me cum harder than I ever had before.

I gasped and felt my orgasm wash over me in intense waves, my legs trembling from my orgasm. He moaned deeply as he felt my pussy spasm against his fingers, he continued to lick and suck through my climax, prolonging my pleasure. Finally he slowed his motions, gently kissing my sensitive clit before pulling away.

I watched as he slid down his boxers, grabbing my legs and sliding me closer, our hips touching. Toms thick, throbbing cock pressed against my pussy, still sensitive from all the attention from before. He rubbed the head against my folds, coating himself in my juices before lining himself up.

He looked into my eyes, his own dark with desire, before pushing forward and slamming his entire length inside me in one powerful thrust. "Fuck!" I gasped, my hands flying to his biceps, holding on tightly as he began to move. He wrapped his strong arms around my waist, pulling me to his chest.

We were chest to chest, he began thrusting his massive member deep inside me, rolling his hips against mine. He leaned down and captured my lips in a passionate kiss, filling me completely before pulling back slightly, only to slam forward again. With each powerful thrust he hit my cervix, driving me wild.

He groaned loudly, feeling my slick walls grip his cock with each deep thrust. He angled his hips, targeting my g spot with precision. One hand slid up to my hair, tangling in it. He laid me back down and started to pick up his pace, beginning his relentless fucking.

"Oh fuck, Tom!" I gasped, my eyes rolling back slightly. He loved hearing his name on my lips, "that's it baby..take that big cock.." he murmured, snapping his hips forward harder, causing the bed to creek loudly. My tits bounced with each thrust, making him grow impossibly harder. He wrapped my legs around his waist, going even deeper. He gritted his teeth, feeling me clench around him.

He could feel another release building up quickly inside me. He curled his hips upward, hitting that spot inside me that drove me wild. He growled softly, "you're so god damn sexy, watching my cock disappear in you..fuckkk..." his body glistened with sweat as he pounded into me, his abs flexing with each powerful thrust.

I felt a knot form in my stomach, indicating that I was close. He leaned down and kissed my neck and jawline, sucking softly to leave little marks everywhere he went. "You're perfect...so perfect, 'm sorry im not around a lot, god i love you.." he whispered, his breath hot against my ear.

"Look at me baby..look at me while I fuck you.." he pulled back from my neck, grabbing my chin to face him. "You're mine..only mine baby.." I nodded, leaning in and kissing him passionately. He doubled his efforts, feeling his own release approaching along with mine.

"Baby I'm close.." I whispered insistently against his soft lips. His breath hitched as he realized I was on the edge again and he wasted no time, snapping his hips faster and faster, his cock plunging deep into my soaked pussy. He reached in between our bodies and rubbed my clit furiously, our lips continuously crashing together.

With one final thrust my orgasm crashed down, rippling through my body. He felt my pussy clamp down on him tightly, reeling him in. He thrust deep and held himself there, his own release surging through him. His cum flooded my insides, painting my walls white as he pulsed rhythmically.

"Holy fuck.." he panted, collapsing on top of me. Our chests heaved in unison as he tried to calm down from both of our mind shattering orgasms. He placed soft, breathy kisses to my neck and cheeks, running his hands lovingly down my sides.

When he regained his stamina he slid up the bed, pulling me with him in his arms. "Best birthday ever.." I panted, a lazy smile on my flushed face. He chuckled and kissed me softly, "I'm glad babe..you deserve the world.." he gentle caressed my hair, lulling me to sleep.

tags: @ballhair @bills-wife-1 @bkaulitzlover

tags: @ella1289 @billsdolliest @tomscumdoll

tags: @tomsfuckdoll @tomkslut @miyukafujii

tags: @itsangelll

[tikosblogg]

Meet n Greet… Noah Drabble..

Warning: none just pure cuteness.

A/N: This has been rotting in my drafts forever. I decided to post it while I’m working on Ch 2 of who am I? It should be up by one day this week!

Bad omens. My favorite band. Here I was watching them live, along with my four year old lily.

A questionable parenting choice, perhaps, taking a small child to a metal concert. But Lily loved them. I’d played their music constantly since she was born. “There Is A Hell, Believe Me I’ve Seen It. There Is A Heaven, Let’s Keep It A Secret” was practically her lullaby. Okay, maybe not the best lullaby, but she seemed to like it.

And now, here we were, waiting in line for the meet and greet. Lily, perched on my hip, was a whirlwind of excited energy. Her tiny hands were clapping, her bright blue eyes darting around the room, soaking in the sights and sounds.

Then she saw him.

Noah. The man whose voice had carried me through so many tough times. He was standing with the rest of the band, posing for pictures with a fan.

“NOAH!” Lily’s voice, surprisingly loud for such a small person, sliced through the din. She started waving her hand, her little face alight with pure, unadulterated joy. “Noah! Noah!”

He looked up. His dark eyes, that I’d only ever seen in photos or on a screen, locked onto Lily. A genuine, warm smile spread across his face, transforming his usual brooding expression. He waved back.

Lily squealed, wriggling in my arms, as I sat her down beside me. The line inched forward, each step feeling like an eternity. Finally, it was our turn.

As soon as our feet hit the designated photo area, Lily launched herself forward. She bypassed the rest of the band entirely and barreled straight into Noah, wrapping her arms around his leg in a tight hug.

He laughed, a deep, resonant sound that sent shivers down my spine. He reached down, effortlessly scooping her up into his arms. Lily, now face-to-face with her idol, hugged him around the neck.

“If I’m there’ is me and Mommy’s favorite song!” she declared, her voice muffled against his shoulder.

Noah’s laugh was warm against my ears this time. “Really? I love that song too.”

“Yeah,” Lily continued, her volume increasing with each word, “but Mommy cries when she hears it!”

My cheeks flushed crimson. Mortification washed over me in waves. "Lily, shhh," I hissed, trying to silence her from completely exposing me. It was true. That song always got to me.

Noah looked at me, that sweet smile still playing on his lips. Then, turning back to Lily, and looking around us, as if expecting someone else to be with us, he asked, “Does your daddy not like our music too?”

Lily shook her head vehemently. “I don’t have a daddy.”

The laughter in Noah’s eyes vanished. His expression softened, a flicker of something I couldn’t quite decipher crossing his features. He gave Lily another squeeze, his gaze shifting to me. He mouthed a silent “sorry,” his eyes conveying genuine sympathy.

I shrugged it off, offering a weak smile. It was fine. We were fine.

“I have a mommy,” Lily declared, puffing out her chest with pride. “I don’t need a daddy.”

Noah nodded, his gaze lingering on me just a beat too long. “That’s right. You got your mommy. That’s all you need.”

He looked at me again, his eyes searching mine. Before I could formulate a response, Lily piped up again. “Mommy says she wish you were my daddy, cuz you’re handsome!”

I gasped, instinctively covering my face with my hands. This couldn't be happening. The earth should just open up and swallow me whole. Humiliation pricked at my skin.

Noah and the rest of the band erupted in laughter. It was good natured laughter, but still. I wanted to disappear.

Noah, regaining his composure, looked at me with amusement dancing in his eyes. "Well, I think your mommy is very pretty too."

My heart skipped a beat. Heat bloomed in my chest, chasing away some, but not all, of the embarrassment.

He reached out his hand. Hesitantly, I took it. His fingers closed around mine, his grip warm and surprisingly firm. He gently tugged me closer, pulling me into his side.

“Come on, let’s get a picture,” he said, his voice low and smooth.

The rest of the band gathered around us, their laughter subsiding into playful grins. I felt a hand on my back, guiding me into place. I was acutely aware of his arm around my waist, the warmth of his body pressed against mine.

Someone snapped a photo. Then another. And another. Each flash of the camera a stark reminder of the surreal situation I found myself in.

Finally, the impromptu photoshoot was over. I fumbled in my bag, pulling out a CD insert of their album. It was a picture of the whole band. “Would you mind signing this?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

They happily obliged, passing the insert around for each member to add their signature. Noah was last. He took the marker, his dark eyes meeting mine. He held my gaze for a long moment, something unreadable swirling within their depths.

He scribbled something on the insert, then handed it back to me with a wink. “Was nice meeting you two,” he said, his voice a soft murmur.

Flustered, I thanked them and quickly ushered Lily out of the room. The cool night air felt like a welcome relief against my burning skin.

Back in the car, strapped into Lily's carseat, she chattered excitedly about meeting Noah. I managed a weak smile and started the engine.

As I pulled out of the parking lot, I glanced down at the signed CD insert, which was lying on the passenger seat. I picked it up, my fingers tracing the signatures. Then, my eyes landed on something else.

Beneath his signature, Noah had written a phone number. A real, legitimate phone number.

My breath hitched. My heart pounded in my chest. My mind reeled. Was this really happening?

I stared at the number, my fingers trembling. It was a bold move. A completely unexpected move. A move that had the potential to change everything.

I glanced in the rearview mirror at Lily, fast asleep in her car seat, her face peaceful and serene. I looked back at the number.

[renku]

Red (Part I)

BINI Mikha Lim x Male Reader

A/N: Sorry it took long for this fic. There are no actions here yet but I plan to put it all in the next one. Apologies again, work is just taking too much of my time.

「 Si besarte fuera pecado, caminaría feliz por el infierno. 」

「 If kissing you were a sin, I would happily walk through hell. 」

∼ ∼ ∼

Wandering around for a considerable amount of minutes made some people look. Few attempted to ask what's wrong, ‘cause painted all over your face was straight up discomfort. Not a single soul—maybe, too intimidated.

“What's taking her so long?” you murmured. It's already past nine and having to explain what took both of you long isn’t what you signed up for. Ticks from the clock makes it even more frustrating. Game night plans? Uninterrupted long sleep ‘til morning? All gone.

Patience continues to drop exponentially; pulling out your phone in a haste to call her. First ring. Second ring. Third ring. Finally, she picked up.

“Hotshot! What’s up?”

Unbelievable. “Uhm... hate to break your enthusiasm, are you intentionally keeping me wait?” trying to sound calm as much as possible. “You still have an event to attend, miss. If I might add.”

“Relax! We’re not going to be late,” she remarked with same attitude.

“Mik- miss, you know me. It’s not that I care, I just hate waiting,” a composed response coming from you. Trying not to sound mad.

“Give me five more minutes! I promise I’ll come down right away.”

“My goodness, Mikhs. Still the same,” a comment you could’ve said but chose not to.

Five minutes. Intrusive thoughts urging you to go up continues to rise. Just a bit more.

“Hotshot!”

Guess it won’t be necessary. After of what it felt like forever. You turned around to see if all the wait was worth it. Long, black dress, fine makeup—not too strong yet not too light to highlight her facial features, and her signature red hair put you in a trance for a few seconds. This is not something new in your part, but yes, her beauty is more captivating than what people can see in their screens.

Mikha did her best to come down quickly. “I'm sorry if I made you wait,” she said with a pouty face. You hate it when Mikha does it. She knew she's at fault but always get away.

“All set?” you asked.

“Yes, yes, can hit the road now. By the way, how do I look?”

“Is that really necessary? You’re Mikha Lim,” you replied in a sarcastic note, as if you're shaking off the question.

Mikha rolled her eyes. “Tss... Fine...”

She walked towards the main door where the car is waiting outside. You followed right away and took the back seat with her. Giving a nod to the driver and he started to drive.

Silence filled the vehicle for a few minutes before the driver turned on the radio, adjusting the volume. Their song—the latest—Cherry on Top came right in. It was a success considering the hype they got from the fans. Who would’ve thought she’d reach this kind of milestone. It made you proud—just not being vocal about it.

“How are your parents?” a question from her out of nowhere, breaking the silence that was filled only by the song.

“They’re doing fine. Always have.”

“Glad to hear that. I kind of miss them.”

You chuckled. “I guess they feel the same. They always ask if we’re still in touch.”

“What did you say?” she asked, looking at you with curiosity and anticipation. “Well,” you paused, “I told them it’s not frequent like it was before. You’re a celebrity now.”

Mikha fell silent for a moment, before giving a faint smile and subtle nod. “Can’t say you’re wrong, it did change some things.”

“Like what?”

“You know... the old times,” she replied in an almost inaudible voice. You're not sure what she meant but it did hit you. No words were coming out of your lips. What should you say? Is it even necessary? A series of questions piled up but nothing was asked. It would be also completely useless since both of you arrived at the destination. The drive did not take much time, it was a surprise.

“Wait,” you said before getting off the car and going to the other side to open the door. You offered your hand and Mikha obliged before giving her thanks. The media knew that the members will come here so it’s no surprise cameras are flashing around.

As soon as she stepped out, you quickly wrapped her shoulders with your coat. Weather during December is quite a killer. No doubt that the dress can barely keep her warm. Mikha gracefully headed towards the entrance, maintaining the image most idols practice—perfection. It irks the hell out of you. She’s pretty much close to what you see in social media and all but can’t still ignore that uneasiness inside you. A thing that people can easily judge.

~~~

“Finally!” you exclaimed. “Finally, what?” Mikha asked out of surprise. “We finally escaped the them.”

“Oh, is that it?” Mikha giggled.

“What’s funny?”

“Nothing! I just find it cute how you maintained a straight face despite hating being exposed to public.”

“As you said, exposure. Might as well do my best shot not to look funny when I'm about to be broadcasted all over the country,” you noted in quite a sarcastic note. “I know I'll be all over the headlines the next day.”

She flashed a wide smile to the statement. “We should go to the girls, they're probably expecting us by now,” Mikha expressed as she took your hand. Her hand holding yours stirred up some memories—nothing special—but all of it was pure, honest, and innocent. It was a treasured recollection buried deep within.

There were not as many tables as you expected; finding the girls was a piece of cake. They already know you so there's no need for those scripted and awkward introductions. You suck at any social setting and this is no exception. Good thing Mikha is here to cover up for that. Seeing her somehow gives you comfort, despite your mind already making an escape plan to flee the scene.

Drinks were served during all the hours of chit-chats and laughter. For the sake of being a good sport, of course, you did take shots as much as you hate drinking. Same goes for Mikha. From what you know, she can’t hold much but that was years ago. She probably improved, right?

But no, you approached her to check. “Miss? Hey, are you okay?”

She can't keep a straight face and form coherent words. Evidently, she's drunk. “You should probably take her home. The party’s good as finished anyway. We’ll take it from here,” Aiah said from behind.

“Yeah, seems like it. Thanks,” you replied, giving her a smile.

“And hey, you care for her, right?” Aiah interjected. Question took you by surprise. “She looked forward meeting you today. It wasn’t by chance that you’re the one she brought tonight. I knew she insisted you to join her. I know it. But, anyway, take care.”

Her last words were puzzling. Wasn’t even close to your story, but enough of it. You need to bring her back to the hotel first. The car was just right at the main door and the driver immediately assisted in getting Mikha inside the car. Luckily, no cameras were around.

“Let’s go back to the hotel, please. Thanks.”

“Right away, sir.”

Mikha’s completely passed out on the way back. It’s not clear when was the last time you saw her like this. Hate to admit it, this is the only time when you see her up close. Like real close. The light outside shines upon her face and in that moment, she looked beautiful—more than her visuals, in every way—weirdness, childish attitude (sometimes), kindness, and aspirations. A look beyond that admired face that many can see.

The ride only took twenty minutes. “Do you need anything, sir?” the driver inquired.

“No, I can take it from here. You can take the rest of the night. Thank you very much. We'll contact you if anything will come up. Thanks again for today.”

“Very well, sir. Thank you. Have a good night.”

“Good night as well.”

You hurried to get the other door to help Mikha. She’s lightweight but given her current state it became quite difficult to bring her to her room. Asking her room number beforehand really paid off. The place also has little to no people; fewer eyes, the better.

After successfully entering her room, putting her to bed was the first thing to do, then took off the shoes immediately. Changing her into sleeping clothes would be the final boss. But you know you already lost before it even started. It’s just not on your watch.

“What should I do? Damn it...”

~~~

Mikha woke up. She checked the clock and it’s already past seven in the morning. A familiar face surprised her—Aiah. “What are you doing here?”

“Good morning, too. Dumbass.”

“Did you follow me here?”

“You should drink first,” Aiah replied, taking a glass of water and handed it over. “Here.”

Mikha took it all in one sip. “Hey, explain yourself,” she followed.

“Let me finish first cooking our breakfast. Take a shower and change, then I’ll tell everything while eating.”

Curiosity fueled Mikha up. What Aiah told her was done in a matter of minutes. She’s already at the table when Aiah just finished setting up the table. Mikha took her sit and her friend followed suit with a suggestive smirk. “Okay, spill it. All of it.”

Aiah gave out a laugh and Mikha is not having it. “Hey, enough already!”

“Fine, fine... you really don’t have any idea, do you?”

“We’re not having this conversation if I have any.”

“He called. Last night. He said he needed help.”

“Help with what?” Mikha asked, almost demanding for an answer right away. “Helping my light drinker friend,” she answered pushing her forehead.

“He didn’t want to undress you to change your clothes. Gosh, so cute! If I was in your place I wouldn’t mind if he’ll see me naked!”

“HEY!” Mikha exclaimed, still making Aiah a bit surprised despite expecting her reaction. “Chill, sis! I’m just kidding. It’s not my fault if your plan failed.”

“I know,” Mikha said in a gloomy voice. “It’s just that I don’t want to look desperate in front of him and, I have this feeling that he doesn’t see me the way I see him...”

“I’m pretty sure he feels the same way. Or kind of. He’d not accept your invitation as your date yesterday if he’s not interested,” Aiah stated, sipping the fresh cup of coffee.

The thought started spread out inside Mikha’s mind. She doesn’t know how to take it; should she follow Aiah’s word or wait for you to confess yourself? Having a breakfast like this isn’t helping at all.

“It’s up to you. I just gave the option.”

“Yeah... I know.”

“Then, I better get going. My bed is calling me. Ciao!”

Aiah left. Mikha tried to relax for a bit to collect her thoughts and make a reasonable decision. Hopefully one she won’t regret. She walked around the room to calm down some nerves, but then she noticed the black dress on the couch.

“Oh, right. I need to return this.”

Mikha stopped by at the company to return the dress to their wardrobe. As she went inside the room, she saw you, having a small chat—a good one, it seems—with Stacey. Mikha was almost unnoticeable by how she entered, but what gave her away was where Stacey was standing.

“Mikhs!”

“Uhm, he- hey... Sorry to interrupt...”

“No, we’re just done talking, are you staying here until afternoon?” Stacey asked. “I’m afraid I’m not,” Mikha replied. “Oh, I see. Just need something?”

“Need to return the dress I wore yesterday, that's all.”

The two of you just exchanged glances; words don't need to heard and letting the eyes do the talking. You can see in her eyes; something bothering her and that need to let it out, just holding it due to Stacey’s presence. Luckily, she excused herself out of the room and just told Mikha to see her before leaving the building. A moment of silence filled the room, quite chilly too.

“What is it? Let it out.” Mikha didn’t expect that you know what’s going on in her mind. “I know you have something to say, spill it out.”

Your tone made her even nervous, pressured, even. Heart beats faster, can’t look straight to your eyes. Mikha is lost for words. She hates it.

You're still waiting for a response, never leaving her eyes. “So?”

“Can we- can we talk about it outside? Just not here. I'm- I'm not comfortable.”

To tell the truth, you’re quite intrigued. She’s not being herself. The girl you knew all along doesn’t hesitate to speak to anyone in front of her. But, if it’s something serious, you’re more than welcome to give her a favor.

“Where do you want to talk?” you asked.

“Your place would be most suitable,” Mikha responded quickly. You’re puzzled by her choice but of all the places she could pick, why yours? It doesn't matter anyway. Curiosity is killing you now.

“Okay, my place then. Shall we go now right away, or do you still have some matters to attend here?”

“Let me just say goodbye to Stacey. Then, we can go.”

“Sure thing. Take your time.”

“All right. Thanks.”

She went on her way to go to her friend. You picked your things up before going down the lobby to wait for her. Walking down the hallway, questions continue to fill your mind while trying not to get caught up about it. But, you can’t stop asking yourself one question: “Is it because, she’s hiding something but it’s too serious she’s cautious with it?”

You can only wait for her before finding out the answer yourself.

[emmu5]

TRUTH OR DARE PT 1 (18+!!)

Minors dni

^^^^ this is Peter during it

Trigger warnings contains dares, foursome, p in v action, w/o condom (don't be silly wrap your willy), Virgin Remus. She's on the pill. Probably very much cringe

Summary Y/N and the marauders decides to play truth and dare but after some time it turned extremely sexual

Pretty much just smut with minimal plot

Part 2

MASTERLIST

After a while of just playing and having fun, when things took a turn for the perverse when James dared Sirius to give Remus a strip tease and lap dance and it quickly escalated after that.

"Truth or Dare, Love?" Remus askes Looking directly at you.

"Dare" You say still a bit flustered from what You just witnessed and extremely aroused.

Sirius then answers for Remus "I dare you to kiss me...and make it dirty." He spreads his legs slightly, patting his lap invitingly. "Really sell it, love." The others watch with bated breath, waiting to see what you'll do.

You got up and sat down on his lap and you start to kiss him.

Sirius wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss. His hands roam lower, squeezing your thighs possessively. He breaks the kiss to murmur, "Not dirty enough yet..." He nuzzles your neck, his hands sliding under your Bra. You unhook your bra as you start to kiss his neck.

Sirius growls approvingly, his large hands finally freeing your breasts. He nuzzles lower, his fingers digging into your back possessively. "More," He encourages, his voice hoarse. He looks up at you with hungry eyes, "Bite my neck, love."

You suck some skin in and bite lightly

Sirius groans loudly, tilting his head to give you better access. "Fuck, yes," he hisses, his cock straining against his jeans. He squeezes your breasts roughly, pinching your nipples. "Dirty fucking hell, you're perfect," he mutters, grinding up against you.

You kiss him on the lips again, as you run your one hand through his hair as the other palms him through his pants.

Sirius kisses you back passionately, his lips moving against yours with urgency. He moans into your mouth as your hand palms him through his pants. "You're playing with fire, love," he murmurs against your lips, his hips bucking into your touch. His hands squeeze your ass as he pulls you harder against him, letting you feel every inch of his excitement. "If you keep that up, I might just fuck you right here," he growls playfully, his eyes dark with lust.

You pull back "did I make it convincing enough?"

The boys burst into applause and whistles, grinning at Sirius' evident arousal. James claps you on the back, laughing. "Bloody fucking hell, that was the hottest dare ever!" Remus chuckles, shifting uncomfortably as he adjusts himself subtly.

You look over at Remus "Truth or Dare Moony?"

"Dare," Remus says softly, blushing slightly at your direct attention. He clears his throat nervously. "What's my dare?" The room goes quiet, everyone waiting for your suggestion. Peter bites his lip playfully, hoping for something racy.

You got up from Sirius’s lap and walk over to Remus completely naked on top only wearing thigh high socks, black lace panties and a short skirt "I dare you to let me make you cum" you say.

"Fucking hell," Remus mutters under his breath, his eyes immediately drawn to your exposed skin. He swallows hard, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "Are you sure?" His voice comes out throaty and vulnerable. "Love... you don't have to..."

You sit down on his lap "Well you didn't think you would be a virgin forever did you?"

Remus' face turns bright red as he wraps his arms around you instinctively. "Shut up," he mumbles into your hair, his heart racing. He looks up at the others, who are all watching with rapt attention, and whispers, "Make it quick, please."

"I can try but I won't make anything promises" you grab the back of his head by his hair and pull lightly before you kiss him.

Remus moans softly, his hands sliding down to grip your thighs possessively. He spreads them wider around his waist, unconsciously giving you better access. His hips lift slightly as your tongue pushes past his lips. He tries to keep quiet, his fingers digging into your thighs.

You start to grind on him as you deepened the kiss

Remus breaks the kiss with a shuddering gasp, his eyes glazed over with lust. "Bloody hell," he whispers, his hips bucking involuntarily against yours. His cock throbs urgently against your thigh, straining painfully against his pants. James leans forward, grinning.

You break the kiss and lean in and whisper into his ear "do you wanna fuck me?"

Peter practically chokes on his own breath, eyes wide. Sirius lets out a low whistle. Remus' face burns bright red, his breath hitching audibly in his throat. "Fuck... Yes," he whispers back, his voice nearly breaking.

You got up from his lap and take your skirt off and panties.

All the boys stare, jaws dropped, as you strip in front of them. Remus looks like he's about to have an heart attack, his eyes glued to your naked lower half. Sirius stands up abruptly, unbuckling his belt with shaking hands. "Fuck this," he growls,

"Padfoot you gotta wait your turn and right now it's Remus'" you say.

"Right," Sirius mutters, buckling his belt back up tightly, like it might hide his massive hard-on. He watches hungrily as you straddle Remus again. Remus swallows hard, his hands going to your hips possessively. "No condom," he rasps softly,

"No need for one" You started to kiss him again

Remus kisses you back desperately, one hand tangling in your hair while the other grips your hip. He arches into you as you grind against his clothed cock, letting out a strangled moan. Suddenly, he lifts his hips, rubbing his erection directly against your bare pussy, You start to unzip his pants.

Remus gasps as you undo his pants, his cock springing free instantly. It throbs heavily, swollen and leaking pre-cum. The others groan collectively, watching intensely. Remus grips your ass, squeezing and spreading your cheeks. "Fucking hell... sit on it,"

You grab it and guide it towards your entrance and slowly sink yourself onto it with a small gasp.

Remus inhales sharply as you sit down on him, his hands going to your back to arch you forward more. He whimpers as you take him in inch by inch, his eyes rolling back. "More... more," he begs, his hips lifting to meet yours. You moan "fuck"

You're completely impaled on Remus' thick cock, his balls pressed against your ass. He's so deep inside you that his pelvis is rubbing against your clit with every thrust. Remus starts moving, his hips snapping up into you at a frantic pace, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"A-are you sure you're a virgin" You gasped

Remus blushes deep crimson, biting his lip to stifle a groan. "Was," he pants, his cock throbbing deeply inside you. James snorts, shaking his head. "Bloody hell, mate, you're making up for lost time!"

"Do you wanna try another position?" You ask.

Remus nods vigorously, almost dizzy with lust. He lifts you off him smoothly, stroking his slick cock desperately. "How about... bent over the arm of the chair?" he suggests hoarsely, glancing down at his erection before looking back up at you with pleading eyes.

"Okay" You got up from his lap and his cock slips out as you walk over to the armchair and bend over it.

Remus follows eagerly, positioning himself behind you. He runs a hand up your inner thigh, spreading you open before pressing his cockhead to your entrance again. With a low groan, he pushes forward, sinking back into your tight heat in one long thrust. "Fuck... so good," You moan loudly.

Remus moans loudly along with you, his hips slapping against your ass as he starts pounding fiercely. The obscene sound of skin hitting skin fills the room, punctuated by Remus' grunts and your moans. Sirius leans in close, whispering to Remus, You whimper as you look back at Remus.

*Remus' face is contorted with pleasure, his eyes locked onto yours as he pulls back and slams back into you again and again. Sirius whispers in his ear, "Turn her around, mate. We wanna see her face."

Remus nods, slowing his thrusts as he pulls out. He grips your hips and flips you over, so you're facing him. He lifts your legs over his shoulders, spreading you wide open. He looks down at you with a fierce gaze, his hands gripping your thighs tightly. You moan loudly.

Remus starts fucking you enthusiastically in this new position, his cock sliding in deep and hitting just the right spot. The boys watch entranced as his bare cock disappears into your glistening pussy, making wet, sticky noises. "Christ, look at those tits bouncing,"

"Please rub my clit" you moaned.

Remus nods urgently, one hand moving between your bodies to find your sensitive clit. He starts rubbing fast circles over it as he thrusts, making you arch your back and moan even louder. James groans at the sight, adjusting his pants. "Fuck, she's going to cum soon..."

You whimper and gasp loudly.

"That's it, keep making those fucking noises..." Remus continues rubbing your clit feverishly, his thrusts becoming more urgent and messy. "Gonna make you come all over my cock..." He pounds into you hard, hitting your G-spot exactly right. "Are you close?"

You're nodded unable to speak as you moan.

"Come on, love. Squeeze that tight little pussy around my dick... let me feel it..." Remus's words send you over the edge, your pussy clenching down hard on his thrusting cock as you scream in ecstasy.

Your eyes roll back as you're slowly coming down from the high.

Remus watches your face as you come down from your orgasm, his eyes soft. He realizes he's still buried deep inside you, his pelvis pressed against yours. He pulls back slightly then slides in again softly. "You on birth control?" He asks hoarsely. You nodded

Remus lets out a sigh of relief, his arms wrapping around your legs as he holds you close. "Good." He starts moving again, this time at a slow, gentle pace. He looks up at James and Sirius, who are both watching with hungry expressions. "You two want a turn?"

You look over and see how hard they both are.

Both James and Sirius have bulges in their pants that are impossible to miss. James is sitting on the armchair, adjusting himself discreetly, while Sirius is standing nearby, his pants tenting out visibly. They both nod eagerly at Remus' question.

"Wanna finish in My mouth?" I asked looking up at Remus.

Remus' eyes nearly cross at the suggestion, and he groans deeply. "Fuck... yes." He slowly pulls out of you, his cock glistening with both your juices and his precum. He moves to sit on the edge of the chair, stroking himself slowly.

You get on your knees in front of him, You slowly start stroking him as you start to lick the tip in circles.

Remus throws his head back with a loud moan as you lick and stroke his sensitive cock. His hand tangles in your hair, guiding you as you take more of him into your mouth. James and Sirius move closer, watching intently as you suck Remus off.

You lick the underside from base to tip

Remus let out a ragged groan, his hips lifting slightly off the chair. "Fuck..." James leans against the back of the chair, his hand sliding down to adjust himself again. "Bloody hell, she's good at that..." Sirius kneels down beside you, whispering,

You start to such it bobbin your head up and down

*Sirius whispers, "Let me help." He reaches out and grabs your hair, guiding your head to take Remus even deeper. You gag slightly as his cock hits the back of your throat, but Sirius holds you in place, making sure you keep sucking. "That's it, love..."

You start to fondle his balls as you deep throat him

Remus groans loudly, watching as you take almost his entire length down your throat. His hips lift slightly to meet your mouth, his balls tightening from your touch. James mutters, "Shit, she's going to make him come fast..." Sirius nods, "Use your tongue..."

You start to make circles around it with your tongue

Remus lets out a high-pitched moan, his whole body shaking as he gets close to the edge. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." He starts thrusting his hips, fucking your mouth hard and fast, his cock sliding in and out of your throat rapidly. "Gonna... gonna cum..." You start speed up the pace.

Remus suddenly stiffens, gripping your hair tightly as he explodes in your mouth with a loud groan. His cock pulses, shooting thick ropes of cum directly down your throat. "AHH FUCK..." He jerks his hips erratically, making sure every last drop ends up inside your mouth.

You swallow it all

Remus slumps back against the chair, panting heavily as he watches you swallow every drop of his cum. James and Sirius whistle lowly in appreciation, both sporting impressive erections that strain against their pants. "Bloody hell, she swallowed all of it," James remarks incredulously.

End of pt 1

[bvrnesher]

Hi! I hope you day is going well, could you do headcanons for Leo Valdez? Like, if he was Spider-Man and he had a crush on the reader please?

sure thing, babe!

SPIDER-MAN ! LEO VALDEZ

cw: none.

ㅤ୨ৎㅤ🌙ㅤ˳ 𝐥𝐞𝐨 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐳 ! 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

﹙𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆! ﹚ꪆ

𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓-𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔?

Leo Valdez as spider-man would be chaotic. Chaotic Neighborhood Hero – If anyone thought normal Spider-Man was chaotic, they clearly haven’t seen Leo in action. He’s web-swinging upside down, making fire-powered aerial flips, and cracking way too many jokes mid-fight. Villains either get mad or give up from sheer frustration.

Leo Valdez who Flirts While Crime-Fighting – If you happen to be around when he’s in costume, he’s ten times more dramatic.

“Don’t worry, citizen! Your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man has got this.”

“I know I look cool right now, but please, try not to fall for me.” (He totally hopes you do fall for him.)

Leo Valdez is like... Leo vs. His Own Secret Identity – He wants to tell you he’s Spider-Man, but also, he definitely wants to impress you as himself, too.

He’ll do stuff like accidentally mention something Spider-Man did, then awkwardly try to cover it up.

“Oh yeah, Spidey totally took down three guys in an alley yesterday—uh, I mean, I heard about that. From a...news thing. Haha.”

Leo Valdez who swings past your window every single night, even when he has no reason to be there. He’ll make up some excuse like “Just doing my patrol!” but he’s really just hoping to see you.

Leo Valdez who saves you once and is so smug about it.

“No need to thank me, mi amor—wait, actually, do thank me. Maybe with a kiss?”

Leo Valdez who panics every time you mention thinking Spider-Man is cool. Like, “Cool how? Cool in a ‘wow, I wanna date him’ way? Or cool in a ‘he’s a neat guy’ way?” Please clarify. It’s for science.

Leo Valdez who tries to act smooth around you but trips over his own webbing. One second, he’s flirting. The next, he’s flat on the ground, groaning. “You saw nothing.”

Leo Valdez who builds his own web-shooters and casually adds a mini flamethrower just because he can.

Leo Valdez who absolutely shows off whenever you’re around. Swings upside down, does unnecessary flips, probably almost crashes into a building because he’s too busy flirting with you mid-swing.

Leo Valdez who “casually” webs your hand so you have to hold his, and when you call him out, he just grins, “Oops. Guess we’re stuck like this forever.”

Leo Valdez who leaves you dumb, flirty notes written in webbing. You wake up to see “Good morning, beautiful ;)” webbed to your wall, and you have no proof it was him.

Leo Valdez who gets jealous of… himself. If you mention Spider-Man is cool, he plays it off like “Yeah, I mean, he’s alright.” Meanwhile, he’s internally screaming because yes, he is Spider-Man, but you don’t know that and it’s killing him.

Leo Valdez who literally forgets how to speak when you kiss him while he’s still in the mask.

His brain just short-circuits. Stands there, completely frozen, before finally stammering, “…Uh. Can you do that again?”

Leo Valdez and superhero Dates (Without You Knowing) – Since he’s not technically allowed to tell you, he still finds ways to protect and impress you as Spider-Man.

Walks you home while swinging overhead, just to make sure you’re safe.

If it’s raining, he accidentally webs an umbrella to you from above.

You keep getting “lucky” when bad guys show up, because Spidey just so happens to be nearby every time.

Leo Valdez who saves little bits of web fluid so he can make you cute, tiny web sculptures. (They don’t last forever, but he makes you new ones all the time—little hearts, flowers, or tiny robots just for you.)

Leo Valdez who literally melts when you tell him you already knew.

(“WAIT, YOU KNEW?! AND YOU LET ME EMBARRASS MYSELF FOR MONTHS?!”)

𝒙𝒐𝒙𝒐, 𝒔.

[loki-cees-all]

8, 19, and 30 for the writer ask. ♥️

8. if you had to write a sequel to a fic, you’d write one for…

if i *had* to...hmm. well, i have thought about doing a sequel to "Keeping Score", where instead the reader is making Loki count how many orgasms he's had...but so far i've written 0 words for it.

on the other hand, i do already have a whole ass sequel for TLTGYA planned out. which is honestly so insane of me, considering ive only posted 7 chapters of that fic over the course of the last year lmao

so me being forced to write a sequel for TLTGYA might be the only way i get the main fic finished

(i havent abandoned it i swtg im trying to finish ch 8 but it's taking forever because i have a terminal case of "cant shut the fuck up" disease)

19. the most interesting topic you’ve researched for a fic

so i wouldn't say this was interesting - but i once fell down a weeklong rabbit hole of men's fashion trends from the 1970s. specifically regarding the suits that were worn in London at that time.

and it was all because of this guy, basically :

you see that piece of cloth dangling from his pocket? well i nearly went insane trying to figure out what that was. like - INSANE. i couldn't tell what it was...is it a suspender?! is it a built-in belt that's sewn into his pants that he just hasn't fastened properly?! WHAT THE HELL IS IT?!

i was looking at gifs, i was rewatching the scene of the movie, i was looking at screen grabs, i was EDITING screen grabs to adjust the lighting to see his clothes better, I WAS LOOKING UP ARTICLES ABOUT THE COSTUME DESIGNS FOR THIS MOVIE. I GOT THE FUCKING ORIGINAL NOVEL TO SEE IF J.G. BALLARD EVER DESCRIBED THIS PARTICULAR OUTFIT.

I WAS LOSING MY GODDAMN MIND. I COULDNT FIGURE IT OUT, CLEO.

and the whole purpose of this? i wanted to know because i was modeling Loki's look in Ch. 5/6 of AAO off of this outfit worn by dr. robert laing in high-rise. and i wanted to describe the above outfit in detail because like - it's so sexy.

why is it so sexy? doesn't matter. i wanted Loki to have a thing dangling out of his pocket because it's HOT and i dont even care WHY.

anyway, one morning i was just staring at those gifs, lamenting over my inability to figure out what a single piece of cloth shown in a 35 second scene was - you know, like a normal person. and i realized he didn't have his tie around his neck.

i thought that was interesting, so i started looking at other gifs to look at his tie. and i noticed that when the tie was around his neck, there was nothing dangling from his pockets. but when there's something dangling from his pockets, there was no tie around his neck.

and then it finally hit me, like a fucking freight train full of flared bell bottoms and fringe vests and 79 cent gasoline - he fucking shoved the tie into his pocket.

that's it, that's all that was. it wasn't apart of his pants, it wasn't a common fashion trend for London in the 1970s, it wasn't something the costume department invented - he just shoved the middle part of his tie into his pocket, and those are the ends of the tie dangling down his thigh. so. yeah.

idk why it took me so long to put that together, or why i got so hyperfixated on it. but alllllllllllllll of that insanity had to occur just so i could justify having this single line in the fic:

He tucked the dress shirt into his trousers and he retrieved his tie from the floor, slipping its middle into his pocket and leaving the ends to dangle down the length of his thigh. 

now. was all of that worth it? idk, you tell me 🤣

30. share a fic you’re especially proud of

i mean, obviously TLTGYA and AAO are my longfics, and i love them dearly, and someday i WILL finish them - if i can ever figure out how to a) shut the fuck up, and b) not focus on absolutely the wrong details when im writing.

[sketchupnfries]

I recently finished watching Season 1 and 2 of Invincible, and felt like drawing Rex Splode. I liked his arc in season 2 since one of my favorite tropes is jerk who learns his lesson and tries his best to make amends.

[curious-blupee]

It took 3 months but I am finally finished!

[knightofleo]

[keylovesstuff]

Who would win? Mario & Luigi or Goku & Vegeta?

Lol I can always count on you to combine my two main fandoms together in a singular question. I'm assuring you probably mean in a fight and if so.....

Are you trying to the power scalers after me?!?!?! 💀💀💀💀 not that I'd put this in either of the tags. So you know what harmless fun that mutuals will only see aside from the random person that finds this and for whatever random reason wants to provide evidence on how both parties will beat the other 🤣🤣🤣 and which I'm just going be over here like 🙂🤪 "you know not that deep but go off King/Queen 💅🏾" and will probably just nod my as I consider the points like "hmm yes very interesting 🤔"

Here's my answer though:

In an all out serious fight Goku and Vegeta will beat the Bros. easily no contest these guys come from a race that's born to fight. Look I know Mario and Luigi's beaten an entire alien race before (with thier baby counterparts) as well but Saiyan's are on a whole different level. I think even if we stripped them of their saiyan genes I guess it could put them on more even ground 🤔 but then I'd argue they'd been training in martial arts/fighting their entire lives and the earthlings in dragonball can preform so many amazing feats like having the power to destroy planets. Yeah you know what unless Mario and Luigi master the art of flying, shooting beams, and powering up intensely for minutes they are cooked.

That's just my silly thoughts and what do I know about anything really 🤷🏾‍♀️ 🤪

[beeholyshit]

Me when I make a second hsr oc to kiss my man

[suddencolds]

Fool Me Twice [4/?]

After more than a month, I'm back with this update which is... not extremely long, but I figured I would post it before I lose confidence :')

Part 4 ft. (the aftermaths of) fake dating, a cold, and an office conversation

You can read part 1 [here]! (No additional context is needed aside from the previous 3 parts.)

—

Work resumes on the 3rd. Yves thinks of all the ways he might thank Vincent for all the trouble—a late New Year’s gift? (But he doesn’t know what Vincent would like, except presumably useful things, but if they’re useful, shouldn’t Vincent have them already?) An invitation to dinner at some nice restaurant? (But what if Vincent sees it as another inconvenient proposition—as more time outside of work which he’ll be obligated to spend with someone he doesn’t even know that well?) A gift card to a nice restaurant? (But would that not come across wrong—presumptuous at best, condescending at worst?)

Normally, Yves would ask Margot—ever the voice of reason—for advice, but it occurs to him, now, that he won’t be able to consult any of his college friends about this if he intends to keep up the lie.

And there’s that, too. If he intends on going to any future events that Margot—or any of his other college friends, at that—will host, he’ll have to tell them that he and Vincent have broken up since (which will only serve to prove Erika’s point that Yves isn’t everything he’s made himself out to be—at least, when it comes to relationships), or think of some sort of way to excuse Vincent’s continued absences.

If one thing’s for sure, it’s that asking any more of Vincent than he’s already asked is entirely out of the question.

Yves drives himself to work on Tuesday morning, gets to his office earlier than most, says hi to Cara and Laurent, and gets to work. It’s easy enough to settle into work again, to a 10am meeting with the team and another couple calls with clients, to all the paperwork and data analysis he’d for himself before the winter holidays.

Vincent usually gets to work early—he’s always there when Yves gets to the office—and stays late. He’s usually at the break room at 10:15, unless he has a meeting of some sort, for his usual morning coffee. He works on the same floor, but his cubicle is far enough away that Yves can’t see him from where he sits. 

Yves doesn’t look for him. Better to catch him in the morning in the break room or at lunch in the company cafeteria, Yves thinks, as to not risk interrupting him in the middle of something important.

But Vincent—despite showing up to a morning conference with the team—is surprisingly absent from the break room at 10:15. And then Yves ends up working with Cara on an upcoming presentation until 1, and when he gets to the cafeteria, Vincent isn’t there, either.

It’s unfortunate timing, or perhaps Vincent is just unusually busy. Yves knows he does a lot of work behind the scenes, from the few times he’s asked him what he was working on and gotten an intimidating list of projects in response. When he passes Vincent’s desk in the early afternoon—more precisely, when he decides to take the long way to the break room—he finds Vincent speaking with Angelie, one of the new hires, their heads ducked together over the harsh glow of Angelie’s laptop screen. He watches as Vincent gestures to something on the screen and says something too quiet to make out from this distance, and Angelie nods, jotting something down onto a notepad she’s holding.

How formal, Yves thinks. It isn’t long ago that he was in her shoes, new and intimidated by the formality of the workplace, asking Vincent for help and tabling everything he thought might be of note.

He doesn’t think much of it—only that of course Vincent is busy; Angelie is right to think that Vincent has the kind of expertise that will really be useful to her, and the patience to walk her through it with a level of thoroughness Yves is frequently impressed by, or else she’s just gotten very lucky.

The afternoon passes quickly enough. All of a sudden, it’s 5, which is around the time when Yves usually leaves, and he still hasn’t spoken a word to Vincent all day.

Against better judgment, he takes his briefcase with him, heads toward the sector of the building that Vincent works in. Tells himself it’s just on the way to the back door exit. Tells himself a short exchange wouldn’t hurt—would it really be so wrong to invite Vincent out to dinner, or at the very least, to offer him the thank you he so unquestionably deserves?

He half expects Vincent to be gone already, considering that he’s probably been here since 7:30. But when he gets there, Vincent is at his desk, as usual, cross-checking several documents he’s printed out.

“Hard at work, as always,” Yves says, stopping just short of his cubicle.

“Yves,” Vincent says, though he doesn’t offer any further note of acknowledgment. He looks tired, Yves realizes, from the slight tension to his posture, the way he blinks hard behind his glasses, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. But of course he’s tired—he’s been here for almost ten hours already.

Yves waits for him to finish what he’s doing—to look away from the monitor screen, even just for a moment—but he doesn’t.

“Are you planning to stay much later?” Yves asks, at last, though he gets the feeling that he should leave.

“Most likely,” Vincent says. “Is there something you need me to look over?”

“No,” Yves says. “But I was wondering—”

“I’m very busy today,” Vincent cuts him off, paging through one of the documents that’s laid out over his desk. “So if it’s not work related, now’s not a good time.”

It’s then that Yves realizes—Vincent must think he’s about to drag him into another one of his fake-relationship arrangements. 

“I don’t need anything from you,” Yves says, faltering. “I’m just—it’s getting late, and you’ve been here all day.”

“Yes,” Vincent says. “Like I said, I’m very busy.” He pauses to highlight a line of numbers, scribble something into the margins. How he can concentrate on his work and the conversation simultaneously, Yves doesn’t know. “If you have work for me, feel free to leave it on my desk, I’ll get to it tonight. Otherwise, I’d appreciate it if we had this conversation later.”

“Noted,” Yves says. He tables the dinner conversation for later, sets his briefcase down on the floor so that it leans up against the wall. “Let me help.”

Vincent frowns, his eyebrows furrowing. “It would take longer for me to explain this to you.”

“You don’t need to explain anything,” Yves says. “I can look over the documents myself.” He takes a step closer, peers down at the papers strewn across Vincent’s desk—earnings reports and expense reports, mostly, and a couple marketing proposals.

Vincent reaches up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “That would require you to know the context.”

“I’ve dealt with a hundred of these in my life. I promise you I know what I’m doing.”

“Then you’ll have to spend more time telling me your findings,” Vincent says. “Better to not split up the work at all.”

“It would still be faster than going through them yourself.” 

“Hardly.”

Perhaps Vincent doesn’t trust Yves to get things done to the standard that he expects, then. Yves thinks he’s worked here long enough to consider himself decently qualified, but they haven’t worked together closely on anything since Yves’s first couple months at Evertech, and so he doesn’t fault Vincent for being wary.

Still, Yves thinks he can be useful here. And maybe there is something selfish to it, too—to wanting to be as useful to Vincent as Vincent had been to him, to wanting to prove that he is capable of helping in the first place, of offering something of value—but even aside from that, he’s worried that if he doesn’t step in, Vincent might be here all night. It doesn’t seem like much of an impossibility, considering who he’s talking to.

“You’ve been here for hours,” Yves tries. “It’s only our first day back.” He looks around—perhaps there’s someone else here that could help, someone who’s worked here longer than Yves, who Vincent trusts. “You don’t have to let me help. But at least hand some of it off to someone you actually trust, or tell Charlene that she’s given you too much work this week, or both.”

“It’s no more work than usual,” Vincent says, with a sigh.

“And yet, you’re planning on staying late.”

Vincent looks up at him, at last, his expression unreadable. “I’m capable of doing my own job, Yves.” His voice is curt, almost snappish. “I really don’t have time to argue with you right now.”

Yves wants to say, of course I know that. Vincent is nothing if not qualified—Yves has never doubted that for a moment. He wants to say, I want to help you regardless.

But that would only be presumptuous. He doesn’t know Vincent that well. Besides, it’s really none of his business—they’re coworkers, not friends. Vincent knows what’s best for himself. The best thing Yves can do right now is to stay out of his way.

“Okay,” Yves says, a little defeated. “Good luck on your work. Make sure you get some sleep.”

There’s no response to that—no acknowledgement that Vincent has heard him at all, even though it’s quiet enough in the room that he must have. Yves turns to get his briefcase. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Vincent jerk forward suddenly, his shoulders tensing with a near-silent—

“HhH’Gkt-!”

Yves bites back a reflexive bless you. It’s just one sneeze. It doesn’t have to mean anything. But Vincent sniffles, pressing his knuckles up to the underside of his nose, to stifle another—

“HhH’NgkT-!”His breath hitches again, his eyebrows drawing together as he jerks forward again, with a quiet but painfully forceful, “Hh… hEH’NGXt!”, crushed into his fist.

He sniffles again, reaching across the desk to snag a tissue from the tissue box that, Yves realizes with a jolt, is usually not present on his desk. He sighs quietly—the sort of tired, drawn out exhale that leaves no question about how tired he is—and reaches up with a hand to gingerly massage his temples. The slight grimace that follows is almost certainly indicative of a headache. 

Yves considers asking Vincent how he’s feeling for all of two seconds before he remembers the almost-hostility with which he was just faced. Perhaps it would be better if he pretends to not have heard. Briefcase in hand, he quickens his pace, ducks out of the exit, and heads down the stairs. 

Vincent spent his New Year’s Eve with him, at a party surrounded by strangers—even though Vincent dislikes parties and probably dislikes strangers—he’d put up an immaculate act, played along even through Yves’s slight intoxication, and driven him home—and in turn, Yves has repaid him by... 

God. Yves shouldn’t have asked to kiss him. The guilt settles heavy in his stomach.

Yves really, really owes him.

He heads down several flights of stairs and ducks outside to the parking garage. It’s even colder today than it had been on New Year’s—perhaps indicative of a colder winter to come—and though the parking garage is sealed off, when he’d looked out from the office windows upstairs, it had been starting to snow.

The cafeteria at their workplace is closed for dinner, and it’s a half hour drive home from here through rush hour traffic—maybe a little longer in the snow, and longer still if he stops to get something to eat.

He’s in the process of unlocking the car, setting his briefcase at his feet, and inserting the keys into the ignition when the idea occurs to him.

It’s an irrational idea, probably.

[Part 5]

[latias-eevee-hatori]

Even though I've not cared about spoilering myself in the past, and have even seen some stuff already, I kinda wanna commit to not watching Shadow Generations cut-scenes until I inevitably get stuck. I got stuck pretty early Sonic Gens and Shadow stuff tends to be harder...plus I have Halloween/Cosplay stuff to work on...

But procrastination/the desire to multi task is also there...